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Allie's coming out! By Robin Y. My life under the thumb...I mean guidance of strong women has been exciting, interesting and very fulfilling. I have learned so much that I feel like I have an advantage over most males....I have some idea what it feels like to be a girl....I am not female, so I can't ever know exactly, but compared to other males I am quite the diligent student of femininity. Some people might call me a sissy....but that is a label that only conveys a very small part of the story. After I tell you more about myself you might find that I am indeed a sissy, but you will have a better understanding of what that really means. I am 14 years old and the younger of two children. My father died when I was three and my sister, Amanda (who is 5 years older) went off to college last year. Mother was quite the socialite in her youth and my father provided very well for the family which allowed her to spend ample time on her appearance. She had a weekly salon appointment to have her hair and nails done and shopped regularly...even if she didn't need anything or didn't purchase anything....she just loved to shop! After father died, mother remained a stay at home mother until I was 12. That was when she became bored with staying home and decided she needed to meet new people. Always into fashion, mother opened a small women's clothing boutique and quickly realized that her time was no longer her own and that owning and running a business requires a tremendous amount of her time. She loved the challenge and of course she loved buying and selling beautiful clothes, but she felt a little guilty over not spending more time with me. Personally, I did miss spending time with her, but it did offer me the opportunity to indulge in my secret pleasure.....dressing like and pretending to be a girl. My first memory of finding my feminine side was when I was 11. My sister was a high school junior and she often had 'pajama parties' as she called them (also known as slumber parties). She and her two closest friends would get together and have a girl's night at one the group's house at least once a month. When they got together at our house I would sit in the hall outside Amanda's door and listen to them talk about makeup, clothes, shoes and gossip about who was dating who and all the things teenage girls talk about. To me it was like eavesdropping on a real soap opera and I was totally immersed in the subjects they discussed. One night Amanda's friend Suzy came out of the room unexpectedly and saw me sitting and listening. "Well girls, it looks like we have a little snoop out here! I think little Allie wants to join our group!" She giggled when she said it. Before I could think of something to say, Amanda came out and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into her room. "Allie, why are you spying on us? (I was named after my grandfather Alexis....everyone has always called me Allie for short). You know mother told you to leave us alone...why don't you go watch TV!" Amanda was not angry....more frustrated to have a boy in the middle of their commune. "I'm sorry Amanda.....I was just curious," I pleaded....embarrassed at being caught snooping. "Well what is so interesting to you? All we talk about are girl things...." Amanda was interrupted by her friend Suzy. "Maybe he likes girl talk. Maybe he wants to know what kind of lipstick I like to wear or if Debbie prefers dresses or skirts. Is that it Allie?" Sometimes Suzy scares me. She can be very bossy and somehow always gets her way. "Don't tease the poor boy! He is just curious about girls....Isn't that right Allie?" Debbie was a sweet girl and trying to help me, but it just pulled me deeper in. Suzy spoke up again. "Well if he wants to know about being a girl, maybe we should teach him!" "What do you have in mind Suzy?" asked Amanda "Let's put a little makeup on him and maybe put a little curl in his long hair. Then he can sit and be one of us for the night!" Suzy was joking, but I felt a stirring in my little body that I had not experienced before. "That's a great idea, Suzy. I think Allie would make a cute girl." It was obvious that Amanda was trying to convince me I had made a big mistake eavesdropping on them. I looked at Debbie in hopes that she would help, but she took it to mean that I wanted her to help me with the makeover. Before I knew it Suzy was polishing my fingernails and Debbie was putting makeup on me as Amanda used a curling iron on my hair. When they finished they all looked a little disappointed, except for Debbie who looked at me in a way that made me feel pretty. I sat around while they acted as if I wasn't there until Amanda said mother would be home from her date soon and they cleaned me up and removed the nail polish. My hair was still quite girlie and I went to bed with it that way. The next morning mother did comment on my hair which still looked a bit feminine. "Allie, your hair is starting to look a bit.....feminine. Do you want to get it cut, sweetie?" Mother asked. "I think it just needs a good washing, mom. School is out and I was hoping to let it grow a little longer," I said looking for mother's approval. "If you like it, I guess there is no harm. If you change your mind you can always cut it!" I don't think the length of my hair was of much concern to mother. After that night I became obsessed with makeup and hair. I would stare at all the pretty girls I saw and imagine looking like them. I was constantly selecting my pretend wardrobe from the girls I saw on TV and in magazines. I would see a dress I liked and then pretended that I was going to purchase it and wear it to some occasion. All of this was in my head and I never used makeup or wore any female clothes....that is until Amanda went off to college. Mother started her boutique and became quite busy all the time and I found myself with lots of free time alone in the house. One day I was watching a show on TV when one of my favorite actresses came on wearing a dress just like one I had seen Amanda wearing. I watched her every move and I tried to mimic all the hand and arm movements of the young starlet. In my mind I was pretending that I was wearing the dress and then I realized that if Amanda hadn't taken it to school with her I wouldn't have to pretend.....I could really wear it. This excited me, but it also scared me. I was having a hard time taking that big step. I decided that if the dress was in Amanda's closet then that would mean I had to try it on. If it wasn't then that was a sign I should forget the whole thing. Well, fortunately it was in the closet and soon I was wearing it...without the appropriate under things I'm afraid. It was a little big on me and although I would say that I was cute....I didn't feel like a real girl...it was a disappointment. Within weeks I was trying to improve my girl image. I tried on dresses, skirts and blouses (all with the appropriate underthings) and high heels. I tried an old bra that Amanda had outgrown and panties and pantyhose she had left behind. It did make the dresses and skirts I tried fit better, but with time I wanted or needed to go further. Amanda hadn't left any makeup except a mascara and several used up eye shadow palettes and lipsticks worn to the bottom of the lipstick holders and I was afraid to use mother's. I did try the mascara.... after watching mother and Amanda apply theirs I knew how to do it. I carefully applied two generous coats and was very pleased with the outcome. I put on that first dress I had tried and was immediately hooked as soon as I looked in the mirror. I spent the afternoon dressed and wearing a pair of Amanda's old ballet flats just watching TV and reading some of mother's fashion magazines. About an hour before mother was to get home I took off the dress, pantyhose, lingerie and flats and put them back in Amanda's room where I had found them. After I was changed I felt slightly deflated and just looked at the TV while thinking about the feelings I had experienced just hours before. When mother got home she came and saw me in the den and began telling me about her day. Mother would often tell me about new clothes she had bought for her boutique or women who came into the boutique dressed in a beautiful or horrendous fashion. Girl gossip really. It was one of the advantages or disadvantages of being the only child left with whom she could talk about her business and her interests. I loved every minute of being included in such feminine conversation. Suddenly mother stopped talking and looked at me strangely. "Allie, come here! What is that on your eyes? You're wearing mascara! Oh my!" I had forgotten to remove the mascara and I was caught red handed. "Uh! I was just curious! It isn't yours mother....Amanda left it behind," I was scrambling for a reasonable explanation. "Well, I must say you did a very good job for someone just experimenting. Have you worn other makeup?" "No maam! I promise (I didn't tell her about Amanda's PJ party). I was hoping she would just move on to another topic, but she kept on questioning me. "Have you worn any of her old clothes? Are you curious about other feminine things?" Mother wasn't angry, but she was determined to know how deep my curiosity had led me. I didn't want to lie to mother, but I was embarrassed about my fascination with looking like a girl. "I have tried on a few things.....I don't know why! I guess I......" And then I started to cry. "Now, now! It's alright. I can imagine it is confusing to you to live in such feminine surroundings without any male influence. And don't make yourself all upset because you are curious. It is natural to wonder about such things," She was being so nice and understanding that I just wanted to tell her that I wanted to be her daughter instead of her son.....but I couldn't bring myself to say anything else at all. "Would you like me to get you some makeup so that you can see how you look all done up?" This was the question I had longed to hear coming from her lips, but I was torn between wanting to be like a 'normal' boy and a girlie boy. "I don't know, mother. I guess it is foolish of me to think of such things.....but I can't help it." I could feel my inner feelings coming to the surface and this made me very frightened. "Well, I don't see any harm in playing a pretend game so that you can see how girls do it. I tell you what....I was planning on taking a day from the boutique and spending it with you. Maybe we can make it a game and I can dress you up like my daughter and we can spend the day as mother and daughter....would you like that?" I couldn't answer, but it was obvious to anyone who might see that I was overjoyed at the prospect. "Okay, it's settled. Tomorrow it is mother and daughter. Is it alright to call you Allie? Would you prefer something different?" She asked. "Allie is better. I mean I don't want to be somebody else....I just like the way girl things make me feel," I answered. "And how does it make you feel, sweetheart?" "Warm all over and excited at the same time. It's like the lights are brighter and everything is more fun. I like to play with makeup...." I suddenly realized I was saying too much. I looked at mother and she was smiling. "Well, since you are already wearing mascara why don't you go to my bedroom and use my cosmetics to finish the job. I know you like my fashion magazines and now I know why. I'll bet you are just dying to try out some of the makeup looks you've seen on the glossy pages......aren't you?" I didn't know if I was supposed to answer or not so I just kept quiet looking at the rug between us. "It's a quarter to seven....I'm going to the mall for a few things and I'll be back by nine at the latest. There is casserole in the refrigerator you can heat up if you get hungry. Feel free to experiment with your looks so when I get home you can tell me what you like best. Then you'll take a shower and wash all the makeup off and then we'll start from scratch and I'll supervise and help you look your best. That way, we will be ready to start the day tomorrow as mother and daughter. I can't wait! I've been thinking of all the things we can do!" Mother clapped her hands like a teenage girl. I could tell she was excited about spending time with me as her daughter. I myself was feeling apprehensive. Would she make me go out somewhere and if so where? I wanted so much to be treated like a girl that I was willing to risk exposure but I hoped it wouldn't come to that. While mother was gone I sat at her vanity and looked at the all the makeup laid out there. In a way it was overpowering...I didn't know where to start. I opened the Glamour magazine I had beside me on the vanity stool. I had been looking at a particular makeover that this issue had (it was one of several) with a girl that looked somewhat like me. The article talked about face shape and I determined that I had the same oval face that she did. We both have brown hair with blonde highlights and we both have green eyes and medium skin tones. I experimented with eye shadows as that was what I understood the least. From looking at the pictures and reading the instructions I tried to make my eyes look like the models. I never could get it just the same, but I did manage to make my eyes look very girlie. I used mothers liquid eyeliner and got it right the first time. With a light tan shadow over my eyelid and a dark brown in the crease and just above it....I blended them together the way they showed in the magazine and I thought it looked pretty good. I used some blush like the model....in the apple of my cheeks and lightly up my cheekbone to right before my ears. I put on some of mothers Chanel red lipstick and I could feel myself starting to get warm all over. I decided to go all the way and I took off my boy clothes and put on the same outfit of Amanda's I had worn earlier. I walked around the house looking in mirrors and generally just enjoying being girlie. I was even talking to myself in a higher than normal voice....talking about how I like this or that or whatever...just pretending. I read magazines like I often did but this time it was different....it was like I was supposed to enjoy looking at all the pretty models and reading all about makeovers and boyfriends and how menstrual cycles can be managed. I continued to talk to myself while I read and then watched TV. I was watching an all female detective agency drama and I found myself talking to the characters as though I was one of their female partners. I was so into the show that I did not hear when mother came in. Except for the slightly embarrassing talking to myself...I wanted mother to see me all done up. When she surprised me I didn't have time to get nervous. "Mother! I thought you said you would be home at nine....it's only eight fifteen!" "Oh shush! I said, 'not later than nine'. I found what I was looking for right off and even picked up a couple of other things. Stand up and come over here! Are those Amanda's old clothes? You didn't do badly with the makeup. I think I see what you are trying to do....I think I can help you improve it....but you have done a nice job. Are you sure you haven't been wearing my makeup?" she said teasingly. Mother helped me remove my makeup and then she ran a bath for me. "Come on honey....the water is just right and I just added the bubble bath...come on now...don't be shy." I was down to my panties and I was afraid to take them off as my boy thingy was aroused. Finally mother reached out and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to her where she was sitting by the tub. "Don't be silly, I am your mother after all." And with that she pulled my panties down my legs and out from under my feet. As quickly as I could I got into the bathtub and hoped the bubbles would soon rise up and give me some cover. I looked up and mother was giggling. "I'm sorry sweetie....I didn't mean to laugh....you just look so precious .....so cute and demure. You are going to make a beautiful daughter for the day.....or who knows! Maybe for the weekend.....or maybe we will like it too much to stop! Oh! Wouldn't that be something?" I was alternating between euphoria and dread. I wanted so badly to believe it could be forever, but I was deathly afraid it might be a mistake I would regret. Mother treated me like I was an 8 year old...showing me the proper way to use the bath brush to remove old skin and stimulate new growth. She paid particular attention to my hands and my nails. Using the brush and a mild floral smelling soap, she gently, but firmly brushed until both my small hands and fingernails were a glowing pink. They felt invigorated and looked like a Nail Polish Model's hands. Mother helped wash the hard to get to places and she let me wash myself in my privates. When we were done she picked up her razor from the side of the tub and told me to put one of my legs up on the side of the tub so she could shave me. "I know you only have peach fuzz, darling....but the experience of shaving your legs will be worth the effort....and I suspect that all the clothes and lingerie you will be wearing will feel oh so much better against those pretty little legs of yours," I must have looked as hesitant as I felt because mother just reached into the water and put one of my legs on the edge of the tub. "I'm going to do this leg for you, but I want you to pay close attention to the way I do it. I want you to do the other one yourself ....so watch and listen closely." She then showed me how to soap my legs the how to pull the razor slowly and deliberately with even strokes. When she finished the leg it did look and feel different. I was amazed at how removing a little peach fuzz could make such a difference. "Before I let you do the other leg, lift your arms. I want to see if you have any hair under there. Oh! You do....well, let me show you how to do under arms. She proceeded to leave me smooth as a baby's bottom under one arm and then handed me the razor. "Now be careful, Allie. I don't want you to cut yourself. Just do it like I showed you and you will be fine." I tentatively pulled the razor down my soapy leg and saw the smooth shiny path of exposed skin it left in its wake. Soon I gained confidence and I was feeling my leg as I went making sure there was no hair or stubble left behind. I periodically looked up at mother who sat and watched with a huge smile on her face. I finished the leg and was so proud of myself I almost forgot my other under arm. Mother reminded me and soon the only hair on my body was on my head and around my privates. Mother washed my hair thoroughly, rinsed and then repeated the process. The shampoo smelled like the ocean and I felt cleaner than I had ever before. Mother put a conditioner in my hair and we talked for a few minutes while it worked to make my hair soft and silky. "Darling, I'm so glad we are having so much fun, but I'm sorry that finding you wearing mascara this afternoon caused you so much stress. For now, let's just forget everything and have a good time playing at being the girls we are....what do you say?" Mother is the best! Mother rinsed out the conditioner and wrapped a towel around my head like a turban and then she held a towel for me as I stepped out of the bath. She wrapped it around me from just above my breasts to about mid thigh. I was glad it was a big towel....and it was nice and fluffy and felt really good. I felt so relaxed I was ready to do whatever mother suggested. When we entered mother's bedroom I saw the clothing store bags on her bed. She walked over and reached into one and pulled out a bra and panty set. "We can't have my daughter without her own panty and bra! Now can we? I think the pink is so cute with the little white rose there between the cups. I got you an A cup with just a bit of padding. I think it will feel comfortable and add just the right amount to your chubby boy boobies! And look at these panties! Aren't they adorable? See! They are a set ....the panty has the same little white rose right there below where your navel will be. Go ahead Allie....put on your panty! I want to see something. I turned and pulled the panties up my legs and it felt like my skin was wearing a heating blanket. I was tingling all over...not just in my legs. I pulled them up snug under the towel and turned to face mother. As I came face to face with her she reached out and undid the towel letting it fall to the floor. My first reaction was to cover my breasts with my hands and crossed arms, but then I realized my little friend was at full attention and tenting out the front of my cute pink nylon panties. I was afraid to move my hands down there and draw attention, but it was too late anyway. Mother saw my aroused state. "Don't be embarrassed, darling. It is natural to be stimulated by fine things. I still get a tingle when I cross my legs with silk stockings on.....perfume still makes me horny....Ooops....sorry! Mother's do have feeling too...you know!" Mother giggled and then she laughed. "I feel like I'm telling my daughter about the birds and the bees! Thank you so much, darling. You are giving a gift of love and trust that I do appreciate....I love you so much.....My Allie! It doesn't matter what you are wearing," Did I say that Mother is the best? I already have a weird shape for a boy. My hips and behind or both prominent and my chubby boy breasts on my narrow torso look like a girl who is just starting to bud. Without the leg and under arm hair I felt kind of naked. Not scary....more like I was ready to do something like jump in a lake....I knew a rush was coming and it did. As mother wrapped the bra around me and hooked it in back I felt like my little boy boobies were growing....it really felt like they were. They were tingling all over and my chest seemed to grow with every breath. Mother held me at arm's length critically examining me....."My goodness, Allie! You really do look like my new daughter....except for that little fellow who keeps trying to stick his head out! (he! he!)" I had never heard mother so silly before. For as long as I can remember she has spoken to me as though I was her sister or maybe a daughter. She would come home from the boutique and tell me about some new dresses they got in and how this one was so frilly and that one was trendy and could be seen in last month's Vogue. All the while acting as if I really knew what Nicole Miller offered in the new spring line or if Anne Kline was flirty enough.....I guess some of it stuck....I kind of learned through listening. Mother went to the same bag again and pulled out a beautiful flowing baby doll nightgown. It was the same shade of pink as my bra and panties. It had short puffy sleeves which barely went past the shoulders. As mother helped me lower it over my head the towel turban came unfastened and fell to the floor. Mother felt my hair and declared it dry enough for the moment. As the silky feeling gown slid down over my body I thought I would hyperventilate...I was having trouble catching my breath. Mother put her arm around my shoulders and led me over to her full length mirror. There stood mother and daughter. The mother was wearing a dress holding her daughter who just came from the bath. Her daughter seemed really content and the smile on her face came from deep down inside. Her damp hair haphazardly falling over the sides of her face....her big green eyes with naturally full lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Her full pouting lips begged for a hint of color and shine and his skin glowed from the proper washing in the tub. As Allie looked the girl in the mirror up and down he began to enjoy the feeling of looking female. His mother was right. He did have the same basic shape as several girls in his class. He just hadn't noticed it before. As he turned this way and that to see how the nightgown hung on her young body she smiled at the silhouette that her new bra created and the perfect shiny and smooth thighs where the baby doll hem rested. Without thinking Allie turned to her mother and put her arms around her neck and hugged her as tight as he could. "Mother! Oh, Mother! I can't tell you how much I love you. You are the best mother in the whole world. When I realized my little friend was throbbing and resting against mother's leg I immediately pulled back. "I mean it mother....You are the best." I practiced with the makeup while mother supervised and gave me tips. She used a curling iron to make my full hair even fuller with big curls slowly unwinding from the top of my head to near my shoulders.....they blended in with my naturally wavy hair and I thought it was beautiful. We did our nails together and I was soon staring at my ten beautiful cream colored nails. The polish was sheer in color and added depth to my longish nails....and just the right touch to a very proper young woman's hands. Finally, mother said it was 11:30 and we needed our beauty sleep. We removed our makeup and prepared for bed. Mother asked if I wanted to sleep with her that night, but I thought that with my little problem it best if I didn't. As I lay in bed feeling the silky pink gown encasing my smooth body I reveled in all the sensations. Still wearing the bra I turned onto my front and felt my small breasts flatten a little against the mattress. Instead of being uncomfortable it was magnificent and wonderful. I really felt like I did not have to hold my desires in any longer. My little partner was definitely enjoying himself as his nylon panty cover rubbed against the soft sheets that covered the firm mattress...my panties were so slick feeling that I had to stop before I messed them. My dreams were strange that night and included me at a dance wearing a dress, high heels and makeup. I had a date with a boy! Until now I had not really considered that looking like a pretty girl would attract attention from boys. I was definitely attracted to girls and I had a mad crush on a girl named Lucille at the time, but being on a date with a boy didn't seem so bad. It wasn't that I wanted to be with a boy....more like it made me feel more like a girl to be desired for being pretty and sweet. I never let myself think any farther than that. "Wake up sleepyhead! Time to get up!" As I came into consciousness I felt the tug of my bra and the silkiness of my panties and nightgown and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't just a dream. "Good morning, mother. What time is it?" "It's already after eight and I don't want to miss any of our day together. Why don't you hop into the shower to freshen up and we can get you dressed and made up. I can't wait! I have some great ideas and I found some cute things Amanda left behind.....heels too. Here...use this shower cap so you don't wet your hair....it still looks good." When I dried off patting with the towel as mother showed me I massaged in a lotion she said would keep my legs smooth and glowing. I felt really good and I loved the way it smelled. I think it was made by Lanc?me'....that's what the tube said. As I finished putting on my panties mother came in. "Here, let me help you with your bra, darling. Pink is definitely one of your colors. We are going to have to go shopping and find you some other colors as well," As mother hooked my bra in back I felt like a girl again....I think it's that something about a bra that says female. Mother selected a sweater set with a cute short skirt. The neckline of the top was wide around my neck and showed my delicate looking collarbones. The color was a light cream with a slight pink tint to it and it had ? sleeves that accentuated my narrow forearms and wrists. With the help of my padded bra there were two little mounds hinting at a teenage girls first blooming and I felt like I was on the top of the world. Mother used a brush to freshen my hair and then she showed me how to apply daytime makeup. "Allie, the girls in the magazines are pretty, but their makeup is sometimes exaggerated to show off the products. The look might be appropriate for a fancy dance or maybe even a date, but for daytime less is more. You have beautiful skin and I believe just a little mineral foundation brushed on here.....a little there....see how it gives your complexion an even glow without looking like you are covering up. Now! For the eyes....a narrow line along the lash line...see how I pull the skin at the corner of your eye with my fingers to even out the lash line...it makes eyeliner much easier to apply." I felt like I wanted to remember every word she was telling me, but it seemed like so much information and I was definitely distracted by the sensations I was experiencing. "Okay....just a light dusting of this light cream shadow over your whole lid. Yes! See how I blend up and out toward your eyebrows. Allie Marie Jameson!.....Have you been plucking your eyebrows?.....Are you sure? I hadn't noticed before, but they are quite thin....for a boy that is!" I began to get frightened again. Would I ever be able to pass as a boy again? Finished with the makeup, mother sprayed some perfume in the air and had me walk under it. As the fragrance settled over me my sense of smell felt like it was on overload. Anyone who walked near me would smell the feminine fragrance....well! Why not? Dressed as I was it seemed quite appropriate! "Here, honey! Try these shoes on. I'm afraid they have 3" heels, but they do match the dress. See if you can walk in them," Mother looked concerned that I might not be able to handle the high heels, but I hadn't told her I spent many an afternoon walking around the house in them. I found a pair of bootie stockings Amanda left behind and would roll up my jeans so I could see them clearly in the long mirror in mother's room....sometimes I would wear shorts with them and that always seemed kind of naughty for some reason. My pantyhose helped my feet slip easily into the cute shoes with a narrow heel. They looked so grown up I was thrilled as I walked back and forth across the room to mother's applause. "I don't think this is my daughters first time wearing heels! Now is it?" She giggled like a school girl. Mother, whose given name is Donna is a real beauty and the care she has taken of her body is reflected in her mature, womanly and gorgeous appearance. But even more so, she is a kind and noble woman and that too is reflected in her eyes and her smile. Did I say Mother is the best? Mother handed me a cream colored suede purse with a shoulder strap and showed me how to position it over my shoulder and across my chest so that the purse hung comfortably at my side. We walked through the house and when we reached the hallway our heels made that delicious little tap tap on the hardwood floors. I felt like I was floating. Mother grabbed her keys and her purse and opened the door for us to leave for the mall. Standing there was my Aunt Barbara Anne (my mother's sister) and her stepson Jamie who is 16. I froze in my tracks. "Hello, Donna! And who is this cute young girl with you? Were you just leaving? Can you spare a few minutes before you go?" Aunt Barbara is a whirlwind and before I knew it we were all sitting in the den. Until now neither Jamie nor I had spoken, but I noticed he couldn't take his eyes off of me. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking I was some kind of freak? Or was he thinking that I was pretty? From the look on his face I would have guessed the latter. When Aunt Barbara finished telling mother the important news about their joint real estate deal, she turned to me. "So! What does my new niece have to say for herself?" She smiled warmly as she asked. Before I could say anything mother spoke up. "She and I have decided to have a mother daughter day like I used to have with Amanda when she was this age. Just for the day...Allie is my daughter.....and a pretty daughter if I do say so myself." "Very pretty and so feminine! What is that fragrance...is that Chanel?" Barbara was talking like it was normal to see me dressed like a girl.....as if I was really her niece. "What do you think, Jamie?" she asked looking at poor Jamie. "Yes! She is very pretty.....and she looks and smells just like a girl!" he answered in his awkward and somewhat effeminate way. "I've got a great idea!" Said Barbara. "We have a big dance at the country club next Saturday night and both parents and their teenage sons and daughters are invited. Jamie doesn't want to go because he says his friends all have dates and he doesn't want to go alone. As you can see he is a bit on the girly side himself and well, he doesn't have any real girlfriends, but he could take Allie as his date and that would also give her a chance to dress up fancy for a night on the town! You'd love that wouldn't you?" she asked me. "I guess?" I looked at mother....I didn't know what I should say. I wasn't thrilled to go on a date with a boy, but the chance to attend a fancy dance wearing heels and a fancy dress were too strong and I finally said. "Sure! I would love to go....that is if Jamie wants to take me," I looked at Jamie and he had a glazed look in his eyes. He just shook his head yes! Mother and Aunt Barbara got all excited and started talking about clothes and makeup and how high a heel was appropriate for a girl my age. I felt like a Barbie Doll that they were designing a wardrobe for. Aunt Barbara turned to face Jamie and said. "Of course Allie will get to wear the dress, Jamie! Don't be disappointed....maybe she'll let you try it on sometime." Poor Jamie was blushing furiously. After a while Jamie went to the bathroom and when he returned he came and sat next to me. "Allie....if you don't mind telling me.....how long have you been dressing like this? I mean you are really pretty and....well.....I guess I am glad you decided to go to the dance with me." He was cute in a girlie way. I looked at sweet Jamie's baby face and then at the glee that Mother and Aunt Barbara were exhibiting and I thought to myself....'who am I' to spoil the fun of these three nice people. I smiled and I began to daydream about wearing a flowing dress with a little flippy skirt. Earrings swinging as I slowly turn my head to survey the room. OMG! There is Lucille in my dream and she's coming over to talk to me! I panic and then wake from my daydream with a shock. Everyone looks at me to see if I'm alright and I smile. "I was just dreaming about maybe doing something a little wild with my hair for the dance. What do you think mother? Should I be bold?" I asked a smiling mother who knew just how to answer every question. End of Part 1