A Farm Story The Southern Ball Part 6
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I just have to tell you a silly story about Tammy and me messing around
in my room. Like totally embarrassing, right. I was lying on the floor
just wearing a bra and panties, but fortunately, I put some other things
on the floor as well. There was a sleeping bag, and some dress materials
and my hoop skirt and stuff. I was lying on my back waiting for Tammy.
She was in the bathroom, putting on her dress. I don't know why she went
to the bathroom, because I love to watch her dressing.
So any who-hows, I'm lying on the floor waiting for her. She exits the
bathroom and pretends she doesn't see me. I know she can see me, but what
the hey? I'll play along. She walks right over me. Now she's wearing her
ball gown, with the hoop skirt and all the unmentionables we're not
supposed to talk about in front of boys. Like her pink rhumba panties and
the bloomers. This is the first time I've ever been on the inside of a
hoop skirt while another girl is wearing it. She stops right on top of
me.
"Oh, my," she says. "Where can Jamie have gone?" and she stands right
there, covering me with her hoop skirt. It was so beautiful and pink. The
sun was shining enough so I could see everything wonderfully. Now I know
she knew where I was, but I sat up, touching her bloomers and the ruffles
on her panties. She didn't even acknowledge my touching her.
"Maybe she went to the kitchen to get a glass of juice, and one for me.
She's so thoughtful, that girl!"
I started pulling down her panties. I couldn't control myself. I wanted
her penis in my mouth so quickly. My penis was sticking up in my panties,
making a little tent. I covered myself a little (thankfully) to add to
the affect that poor Tammy was looking for her sweetheart.
As soon as her panties were down enough, out popped her little cockette
and into my mouth it entered. Like I said, I couldn't wait to take it all
in. Not that her pee-pee is that large, mind you. Not like Jack's, but I
like it that way. I was sucking away like a little bitch in heat when I
head the bedroom door open. Mother didn't even knock!
"Wow, Tammy, you look wonderful!" I heard Mother say. "Have you seen
Jamie? I'll need her in the kitchen in a few minutes to help with
dinner."
"I think she's in the bathroom, Mrs. C," Tammy was covering for me. There
was a long moment of silence. Now I don't know if Mother spent that time
looking at Tammy, and I was hoping to God I covered myself enough that
she wouldn't see me under Tammy's dress. I tried hard, actually had to
bite down a little so I wouldn't giggle when I heard the door finally
close. Tammy yelped a bit as I bit down on her privates, you understand.
Oops! I released her penis from my mouth and whispered for her to walk to
the bedroom door and lock it.
Can you imagine, giving a blowjob to your mate and your Mother walking in
on you? Okay, not smart. Tammy and I decided we'd wear our ball gowns to
the dinner table. Since Tammy was already wearing hers, and all I needed
to do was to slip into a hoop skirt and place the ball gown over my head,
it wasn't too difficult. We both wanted to try eating while dressed in
our hoopskirts. I did get to watch Tammy lift her hoop skirt up so she
could pull up her panties and bloomers.
"How did they get pulled down, I wonder?" She looked at me with a big
smile on her face. And of course she was more than happy to help me with
my dress. This was great practice as we'd both be needing to practice
getting in and out of our dresses quickly to exchange clothing and get
dressed in the pink tuxedo.
The conversation around the dinner table was of course about the ball. My
oldest brothers decided against attending the ball. Not that the girls
tried talking them into it, but they said that the high school prom was
enough fancy-smancy, high falutin, tuxedo tangoin that they were going to
do. I know that's bad spelling, but I tried to write it like they said
it, if you know what I mean. Now my two brothers who are still in high
school get extra credit for attending, as do their dates, so they decided
to attend. Mother and Father would be attending as well. All the girls
got dates, so don't think that my brothers where letting their
girlfriends down. I kind of think that my brothers are beginning to get
tired of trying to protect me. I'm allowing myself into these situations
where I'm forcing my transgendered status on the world, and now I'm
dragging Tammy into the mayhem.
Mother gave me a few dirty looks during dinner. I think she knew I was
under Tammy's dress, but I wasn't going to confess. I mention the dinner
now because wearing an apron with a southern bell ball gown is a little
silly. Why, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you. Southern belles had
servants to take care of serving dinner and preparing dinner. So when
Tammy and I came out to help Mother with preparing and serving the
evening meal, I could tell she was a little angry. I was thinking that
she'd send us back to my room to change but she had different ideas.
She called the boys into the kitchen. They had all be sitting around,
watching television or playing on their computer games or something. I
don't think they were too happy about being called into the kitchen
before dinner. She made them prepare the meal. We three sat at the table
in the kitchen. Mother directed the boys on how to prepare everything. We
just sat and chatted away like a trio of chickadees. Mother had us both
fashion our dresses with the boys looking over their shoulders running
around the kitchen trying to figure out why Mother was making them do all
the work. It's winter, people. Farm boys don't do a whole lot of chores
all day long in the winter. I think she just wanted to teach them a
lesson about the ball.
"Gentlemen," she said. "Look how lovely these ladies look this evening.
Do you think it wise to allow them to worry their pretty little heads
about getting grease or flour on those pretty dresses? Of course not. And
if you were wearing your fancy duds, I wouldn't be having you flying
about the kitchen preparing to serve neither! Now get to it, boys. Set
the table proper. I'll pull the meat out of the oven. You all do the
rest."
So for once, since I've started dressing as Mother's daughter, she made
the boys do the 'ladies' work. It was fun to watch. They were extra kind
to us, holding our chairs and all that when we were ready to be served.
Tammy and I were a site to behold trying to figure out how to sit with
our hoop skirts on. We all laughed so hard. Eventually, Tammy ran to my
room and changed into the tuxedo. I slipped into a pajamas bottoms and a
y-back tee, with a bra underneath, so we could at least eat. Now we knew
how difficult it was going to be at the real ball. I wonder how many
women are going to test out their eating and sitting skills while dressed
in a hoop skirt.
Like I said, two weeks to go and we're still learning about the
difficulties of a southern ball. The clothes are now the easy part. Tammy
and I can change quickly. We've seen each other in our delicates like a
million times now. As for the other girls and ladies, well, I've had to
sew enough dresses and fitted enough hoop skirts to last a life time.
We've gotten Auntie Madge a ton of customers and she's started carrying a
whole new line of dance wear and old fashioned bloomers and corsets and
such.
So next weekend's the big ball. I can't imagine anything else exciting
happening before then, other than ballroom gown preparation and sewing. I
won't bore you with any other writing until after the ball. Many have
asked for pictures and such. I'll see what I can do. Oh, we can't do the
Governor's mansion, but Tammy and I have been invited to visit with a
news crew at his mansion on the eve of the ball. Something about being
the creators of the event, but I think they'll ask us about being a
transgendered couple as well. And I'm looking forward to telling you
about how we eat with a bunch of women dressed in ball gowns with hoop
skirts. It's going to be a blast, I'm sure.
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