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Mother is the greatest! She's noticed things about me that I'd never have
thought about. She remembers what foods I like or dislike, what time I
prefer to do my homework, stuff like that. She doesn't encourage me to be
more masculine, or to participate in boy's sports because she knows I'm
just not interested.
Last week I was sitting on the sofa, kind of like a girl would, with my
legs tucked under my bottom, not hanging off onto the floor. I was
reading the latest 'Glamour' magazine. There is this really cute Dolce
and Gabbana floral print brief on the cover. But come on, it sells for
like $775. Who has that kind of money for a pair of shorts? She doesn't
say anything to me about reading women's magazines, and I appreciate
that. It's not like I have some masculine role model to emulate. I enjoy
watching Mother and her friends and have grown accustomed to their
feminine presence around me.
I do much of the housework as Mother is out about working at her job or
volunteering for things about town. I was doing the laundry last week and
when I'd come in from working in the garden, I pulled the laundry from
the dryer. I thought I'd made a mistake because there were some girl's
intimates that I knew I hadn't put in that load. I know because the load
I was washing was not full of delicates. I don't mind separating clothing
items and Mother has taught me about delicate materials. These things I
found in the dryer were new. I'd never seen them before and I know
Mother's style of lingerie. She's more into plain and comfortable briefs
and bras. These items were for a younger girl. There were some cute
panties and coordinating bras. I folded them and placed them in Mother's
laundry basket and continued with loads of laundry that needed to be
washed and dried.
I carried my laundry basket to my room and started putting my things
away. I didn't realize that I'd not seen any of my underwear in with my
things. That's what I mean about Mother noticing things that I wouldn't
have recognized. Anyway, I went out into the garden to work again,
planning on coming in again when I heard the dryer timer go off again. I
knew Mother was home, but she'd been hiding in her room all morning and I
don't like to bother her. She works hard during the week and I'm sure she
enjoys sleeping in on a Saturday.
Again, when I came in after hearing the dryer buzzer go off, I found some
additional intimates in the dryer that I knew weren't there when I
started the load. I started folding the additional items and placed them
in Mother's laundry basket. She was standing at the door watching over me
and told me I'd made a mistake with the new lingerie. "I bought those
things for you, James," she said.
"These are not my things, Mother." I was a little embarrassed that she'd
think they were mine.
"You didn't notice that you'd not seen any of your boy's underwear when
you put away your last load?" she asked.
"I didn't pay attention. I was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake you,
and I've been in the garden all morning. Come to think of it, where is
all my underwear?" I asked her.
"You're folding it right now, dear," Mother informed me. "I've been
observing you for the longest time and I think you would be more
comfortable as a girl around the house. I notice things when I'm watching
you. Like how you admired that pair of shorts on the front of the
'Glamour' magazine. I'll bet you wish you looked as good in those shorts
as the model. Am I right?"
I nodded my head in agreement. "But Mother," I started complaining, "can
you believe those pants cost $775. Who has the money for things like
that?" I asked.
Mother told me she needed to go shopping after I'd put the laundry away
so I was to get cleaned up. She suggested I try on the panties. "You
might like them!" she told me. I wasn't going to argue with Mother. I
finished folding the clean clothes, placed the new lingerie in my basket
and put those things away in my room. I noticed that Mother had removed
my boxers and boy shorts which left me some room for the new bras and
panties. The bras were the y-back sports bras and I noticed that I could
wear one as long as I wasn't wearing a thin tee-shirt. "What the heck," I
told myself. "Why not?"
Mother and I were in the school supply section at Walmart picking up some
of those Pilot G2© red pens that she insists keeping score each evening
with during our Scrabble© games. She says it's easier to see how we score
if she uses the red pen. Whatever! She noticed across the aisle a tweety
bird print pajama set. The camisole top had the yellow tweety bird in a
large print and the pajama bottoms were covered with the bird.
"Those are cute jammies," she commented toward no one in general. "Don't
you think those pajamas are just adorable?" She asked me. I didn't think
much about them. They looked like regular old girl's pajamas to me. "What
do I know about girls pajama's?" I responded.
"I think I'd play our board games more efficiently if I wasn't so
distracted all the time," she observed. So I told her she should buy the
pajamas. "I didn't realize you were uncomfortable in you pajamas, Mother.
Is that why you lose all the time?" I joked with her, trying to lift her
spirits a bit.
"Not for me, James. I was thinking about buying them for you."
Boys don't wear Tweety Bird pajamas, Mother. Those are in the girl's
pajama section. And why do you feel you're distracted by me. I don't wear
pajamas while we're playing board games." I was trying hard to understand
why Mother would feel distracted about my not wearing pajamas.
"Don't you see, James?" she responded. "If you were wearing those
pajamas, then I wouldn't feel uncomfortable because I was wearing
pajamas. And besides, boys don't wear bras and panties either. I'm sure
that some of the lingerie I bought you would coordinate well with those
jammies."
"And you think if I were to wear pajamas during the game, you'd win more
often?" I was really trying hard to understand her logic.
"Exactly! Except your old pajama bottoms are all old and worn. You need
new pajamas."
"But shouldn't I just get 'boys' pajamas, Mother. Why would you play
better if I was wearing Tweety Bird pajamas?"
"Because I think those pajamas are cute! That's why. And don't get sassy
with me, young man!" Mother was in one of her weird moods again today.
"Okay, Mother... Would you please explain to me how you'd play better
Scrabble if I was wearing tweety bird pajamas?"
"That's easy, dear, now pay attention, because I know how dense you can
be sometimes. Especially when you're playing Scrabble. You just agreed
with me that your pajamas are old and worn, agreed?"
I said 'yes.'
And when I see you in your old, worn pajamas, I feel like a terrible
mother. Not providing my favoritest son in the whole entire universe with
only the finest pajamas a mother could provide. You must think terrible
things of me, now don't deny it."
"Mother, I only think the most wonderful things of you. Why would you
think I don't believe you're the best mother any child could want?"
"Oh, you're just saying that. So listen. I would play better for one,
because we're both dressed in our cute little jammies. Isn't that just
adorable, wearing our pajamas together as we battle over a Scrabble game.
You wouldn't want me to feel terrible because you were playing in an old,
ratty, torn pajamas, now would you? I ask you, what kind of mother would
do that to their child? Now don't you want me to be comfortable as we
play our board games wearing nice, comfortable jammies? And those pajamas
have pants. I wear night gowns, girls wear gowns to bed. Those aren't
girls pajamas, because those have pants. I admit the top is a little more
revealing with those thin straps, but you might find you'd sleep better
wearing a camisole top instead of wearing a tee-shirt."
I wasn't about to tell Mother that I liked to sleep in my birthday suit.
I was uncomfortable wearing clothes in my bed. But I was beginning to see
her logic. She was thinking that if I wore some halfway decent pajamas as
we played, she'd feel a little more comfortable because we were both
wearing our pajamas, and she'd play better because I was something that
was better than old and worn pajamas.
"Mother, if it will make you feel any better, I'll wear the tweety bird
pajamas for you while we're playing Scrabble." I gave in, agreeing with
her demands. We walked to the lingerie section where the new pajama sets
where displayed. Mother started looking through the pajama rack,
searching for a similar pajama in my size. I had no clue what my size
would be in a girl's pajama, but I allowed Mother to hold up some of the
pajamas to determine what my size might be in a young woman's pajamas.
That was a mistake. Of course Mother found some other 'just adorable'
pajamas in my size and held them up to me. None of the pajamas where of
the nightgown variety, which I was thankful for, but some were just a bit
more girly than any boy would agree to wear.
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