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A Life Long Journey, Part 3
This is the story of my journey into the life of womanhood. It is the
result of my own memories and the stories told to me by Momma and other
relatives about my growing up. Some of this may not be accurate as my
memories of certain events might be colored by my feelings or my age at
the time. Still I have tried to be honest about them.
I will always remember all the cute and pretty outfits Amy had and would
let me wear while at her house. It seemed to me she always had something
new and I got to at least try it on.
Like Christmas the year we were in the first grade. That year I got to
wear her Christmas dress for a little while. I so loved that dress!
While I wore it, I felt so pretty and girly.
The day I got to wear it, Mrs. Jones had picked us up from school and
took us to home. On the way, Amy leaned over and whispered that she had
a new dress she wanted me to see. Giggling, we both knew what that
meant, that I would be trying it on as soon as we got to her house.
As soon as we were out of the car and in the house, the two of us ran
upstairs to her bedroom. We had barely gotten there when she closed the
door. I dropped my backpack on her bed and started to take off my
clothes.
While I did that, she got out a pair of her panties, tights, shoes and
her dress for me. She would hand things to me and I would put them on.
The panties were a pair of her Barbie panties. As always, I loved it so
much when I had on panties. They just felt so good on me, so much better
than the underwear I was forced to wear. Then she handed me the tights,
which were white in color. Because I didn't wear tights very often and
often forgot who to put them on, she would remind me.
As soon as I had the tights on, I did a little twirl as if I were a
ballerina. She giggled and then told me to not do that for fear I would
ruin them. But she did say I did it sort of right. And with that she did
one to show me how she had been taught to pirouette on her toes in
ballet class.
Now it was time for the dress. She helped me into it by lifting it up
and over my head. That dress was navy blue velvet with a peter pan
collar made of white lace. The zipper went up the back and there was a
bit of fabric that tied into a bow in the back. Around the hem was white
lace trim.
Next she got out the shoes she had to wear with the dress. She sat a
pair of shiny black dress shoes on the floor in front of me. Across the
top there was a black satin bow with gold buckle for a trim. I felt like
she said she did, so grown up and pretty.
With me standing there in her dress, she gave me an early Christmas
present. While shopping with her mother, she had seen some stick on
earring for little girls. There were stars, butterflies, lady bugs,
unicorns, diamonds, and half-moons. She took a pair of the stars and
stuck them to my ears.
Then, to complete my look, she took a blue satin ribbon and put it in my
hair. Only then would she let me look into the mirror. What I saw when I
looked was a very cute girl ready for Christmas service at church or a
party.
I walked around the room feeling the tights and dress as it moved with
me. I so loved that dress, I almost begged Mommy to get me one when I
finally got home. Of course, I had to change back into my boy things
before Momma came to get me. But for the two hours I got to wear that
dress, I knew there was a heaven because I was in it.
With me in her dress, Amy and I sat down to play once again with her
dolls. We even got out her play tea set and had a tea party for them.
She would address me as Mrs. Smith, and I addressed her as Mrs. Jones.
I guess we got to giggling to loudly because a couple of times her mommy
called up for us to stop being so loud. We would put our hands over our
mouths and start to giggle even more.
And then there was her Easter dress. How can I ever fully describe it
except to say it was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen? It was a
pale blue color, made of satin and had a lacy overlay for the skirt. It
came to just below my knees. Underneath the dress, I got to wear blue
panties, white tights, and a petticoat so the dress stood out a little.
I also had on a pair of girl's white satin dress shoes. To complete the
outfit, Amy let me put on her white straw hat and white gloves. Then she
handed me the little white purse she had that went with it all. I so
wanted a dress just like it so Amy and I could be twins. I almost
started to cry when I finally had to take off that dress and put on my
"boy" things.
Santa became a disappointment to me. Every year, I would sit on his lap.
When he asked me what I wanted for Christmas I would make him promise to
not tell Momma and Daddy. Then I would whisper to him that I wanted a
doll, a new dress. But more than anything else, I wanted to wake up and
be a girl like my best friend Amy.
Instead all I ever got was things like footballs, trucks, and guns. I
wanted to wear dresses, skirts, and cute shorts. But I had to wear
pants, shirts, and (YUCK) boy shorts. I was so afraid to tell my parents
that I was a girl (at least on the inside) and wanted to be treated like
one. The one time I asked Momma for a dress, she just said, "you are a
boy and boys DO NOT wear dresses so forget about it!"
Even Halloween was a sad time for me. After that first time, when I got
to wear one of Amy's dresses, I was forced to be a boy. Amy was so
lucky. She got to be Alice from "Alice in Wonderland", Dorothy from "The
Wizard of Oz", a fairy princess, a bride, a nurse, and a cheerleader.
All I ever got to be was a cowboy, a fireman, baseball player and a
robot. The year Amy was Dorothy, I did get to be the scarecrow. And when
she was the cheerleader, I was a football player. At least we were
together and people thought we made a cute couple.
As we grew older, our families grew to be friends. My parents would have
Amy's parents over some times in the evenings to play cards. Amy and I
would be told to go to my room and play quietly. Most of the time, we
would just sit and talk. I didn't have many toys that girls liked to
play with.
The times when my parents were over at Amy's house, Amy and I would go
to her room and play with all her toys. I didn't put on any of her
things because we never knew when Mommy or Daddy would decide it was
time for us to go. Still, we had a lot of fun with her dolls and stuffed
animals.
As time passed for us, Amy and I grew up and continued to be best
friends. We still went to the same school (I still had to wear boy
things) and a couple of years; we were in the same class. I always
looked forward to going to Amy's at the end of the day. I was so eager
to get out of that yucky boy's school uniform and into the girl's
uniform.
One day when we were in the 6th grade, our teacher had all of the girls
go to one room and the boys were sent to another. Everyone was guessing
about what was going on. Finally the school nurse came in and started to
tell us about some changes that would happen to us. She was telling us
about how a boy's body would change as we got older. She said we would
start to grow hair and develop a deeper voice. Then she told us in very
general terms, where babies come from. We were told about how the sperm
entered the egg and that developed into a baby.
When it came time for us to ask questions, I raised my hand. I was very
serious about it but I wanted to know how the sperm got to the egg in
the first place. All of the other boys started to laugh at me. I really
didn't know. The nurse said she would talk to me later about that.
As soon as the session with the nurse was over, she took me to her
office and gave me a book to read. She said it would explain more about
how boys and girls make babies. But I was not to read it at school, only
at home.
The trip home with Amy was kind of strange. We just looked at each other
and once in a while giggled. But as soon as we got into her room, we
started to talk about what had happened at school. While I had just that
book from the nurse, she had a bag with all sorts of things in it. She
had a little container of deodorant, a small box of some sort of wipes,
and a couple of things she said were to be put in her panties. Those
things were sanitary napkins.
As we talked, I found out that each month girls have what is called a
period. She said she had been told it was kind of scary the first couple
of times it happened and maybe a little embarrassing. But it was all a
part of becoming a woman. Then she asked me what the boys were told.
I just blushed and said I didn't pay that close attention because I
didn't feel like a boy. Rather I felt like I should have been with her
and the other girls. But still I told her what I could remember about
how a boy changes as he becomes a man.
Entering middle school saw other changes for the two of us. Amy
continued to be a girl scout and wore the uniform of the proper rank.
Now her uniform was a white blouse and green skirt with a green sash for
her badges. She also tried out for and got on the school's cheerleading
squad.
I had asked the teacher in charge of the cheerleaders if I could at
least try out for the squad. At first she tried to talk me out of it by
saying she didn't have any uniforms for boys so if I did happen to make
the squad, I would have to wear the same uniform as the girls. Boy, was
she surprised when I told her that would be alright with me. Then she
said that I would have to have my parents sign so I could be on the
squad. That was when I started to realize my dream of being a
cheerleader like Amy was not going to come true. Then when I told her
that would be ok (not that it would be really), she said that being a
cheerleader was only for girls and I would not be allowed to even try
out. I was totally crushed at that.
Thankfully, Amy would let me try on her uniform a few times. I so wanted
to be allowed to wear that cute sweater and pleated skirt to school.
One night, at dinner, I asked Momma and Daddy if they would allow me to
take part in some extracurricular activities. Momma was not sure about
it until she heard more of what I had in mind. Daddy thought it would be
good for me to get into some manly thing like football or basketball.
What I really had in mind was gymnastics or maybe take a ballet class.
At the start of the 7th grade, Daddy made me try out for football. He
said it would make a real man out of me. That was for the fall semester.
Then for the spring, he made me go out for baseball. I wasn't very good
at either one but since the teams were for boys just starting out in
those sports, I made the team both times.
I never did enjoy myself at those sports. But I often saw some of the
girls playing things like soccer. I thought that maybe I could join the
girls' soccer team but Daddy said soccer was a sport for wimps and
sissies. So I had to be content with just watching and dreaming about
being on the field with the girls.
At least Amy was on my side. Once, while at her house and still dressing
in her things, she let me use a sanitary napkin in the panties I wore.
She showed me how to place it so I was just like her. That felt so
strange having it between my legs. But it also felt so right to me. It
was like I should be using them like Amy did, for when I would be having
a period.
At age 13, a most wonderful thing started to happen for me. Amy's
parents invited my parents to join them at their lake house for a
weekend. What made it so wonderful is that they had agreed that we were
old enough to be left home alone. So, one Friday evening, both sets of
parents left. As soon as we were sure they were gone, I went to Amy's
house for a sleepover.
I had just gotten there and she took me to her room to change clothes.
For a part of that night, I was wearing a skirt and top. Her mother had
left some money so she could order a pizza for dinner, which she did.
The two of us sat on the floor eating pizza and talking about different
things. Finally the topic got around to the boys at school. She said
that she thought Nathan was so cute and would like to go out with him.
Then she asked me which boy I thought was the cutest. I thought for a
moment and said that I kind of liked Thomas. She had to agree that he
was cute. The rest of the night we talked about those boys while we did
our nails and each other's hair.
It was about 10:00 when Amy mentioned that we should at least get ready
for bed. So, once again it was off to her room to get into our jammies.
What she had for me was a blue nightie. I quickly removed the skirt and
top leaving my panties on and slipped on that nightie. It was so soft
and felt so good. Sipping into bed, the two of us fell asleep.
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