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Escape Author's Note: Kinda had a "Sleeping With the Enemy" "Safe Harbor" thing going on in my head. This story emerged. "What do you think you are doing?" Terry spun around to face the voice, the dress fanning out and then wrapping around his thighs briefly before falling back the other way to hang down his legs again. His heartbeat raced and he felt a fine sweat break out on his body. He also found himself unable to move or speak. "Seriously," his mother stalked into the room, "what are you doing? Why are you wearing my dress? And, uh, are you wearing my pantyhose? Please tell me you haven't got my underwear on, too." Terry mind started racing trying to decide what to say. She wasn't supposed to be home yet was his first thought, the next thought was why did he have to decide to try those sexy pink panties today. He usually went for black, or the light blue, occasionally the yellow lacy ones, but why skimpy pink today? "Answer me," his mother demanded. "Uh, I, um," he started looking around trying to grasp what he was going to say, how he could explain without making things worse. His mother walked over and perched herself on the edge of Terry's bed making it evident that she wasn't leaving without an answer and stared at him. "I am waiting." Terry could feel his body starting to wilt as he fully came to grips with the realization that he had no escape. Tears started to run down his cheeks. "I, well, I-" Terry sniffed and stared down at his feet seeing the sheer nylon that webbed his toes together. "I was curious, and they feel nice, so I tried them on." "Boys don't wear dresses," she scolded him. "I've got to tell your father about this." "NO!" Terry shrieked. "Please, don't do that." "I have to," Terry could see the true sadness in his mother's eyes. "You know how much worse it will be if he finds out later for both of us. So, you are going to stay dressed like that until he comes home. Then we'll talk about it and see what happens." The tears were freely rolling down Terry's face now. "Go into the living room and watch TV until he gets home," she took his hand and led him from the bedroom. "And don't think about changing clothes before he gets home or it'll just be worse for disobeying." They exited his room and went to the living room. He took a seat in a chair tucking his dress underneath him as he sat and straightened it over his legs. He was grateful he had chosen a longer knee-length dress this time and not one of her really short dresses. His mother hadn't missed any of his movements and knew right away this wasn't the first time he had been in her clothes. She thought back on what he said when she confronted him and realized she had made that assumption. Up until this moment she thought it had been her husband searching through her things looking for God knew what when all this time it had been her teenage son. "How long have you been doing this?" She gently asked as she sat on the couch. "And please, don't lie. I can see you've been up to this for a while." Terry continued to pick at the dress without looking up. "Since I was about 10 I guess." "That long?" She shook her head. "I knew my things had been messed with but I thought it was your father." "Can I change?" Terry pleaded. "No." She shook her head and glanced around the room. "I can't take that chance. We need to talk to your father, just like this." Patty leaned back and stared at the blank TV screen, neither had bothered turning it on. Dread ran through her not knowing what was going to come next. She could see Terry's tears dripping onto her red dress that was on her son but feared taking any more steps. They would just have to wait it out. Terry was trying to get himself under control. It was going to be bad enough facing his father wearing this dress, but it will be worse if he were bawling his eyes out, too. Maybe his father would decide to stop at the bar and not come home until the early morning hours. That happened often enough. If that happened, perhaps his mother would let him change and then be angry enough with his father to not tell him. It could go that way. He started to relax and reached for the remote for the TV. Moments later he found a show to watch. He started thinking about how this was the longest he had spent wearing a dress. He also resolved that it would be the last time if he had a choice. A couple hours passed and Terry wanted to get comfortable in the chair he was in but he couldn't just flop in it like he usually did, not without his mother getting a glimpse of what he had on under the dress. He shuddered again at the thought of the pink panties he had on. So far that was the only bullet he had dodged. "I'm going to start dinner," his mother announced and she stood up, "you just stay where you are." Terry nodded as she left the room. He briefly flirted with the idea of taking off the panties while she was gone from the room but if she came back while he was in process of taking things off or getting the pantyhose back on it would likely be worse. He just hoped he would be able to get by without having to deal with that being an issue. Terry heard the garage door grinding open and felt the tears start to well up in his eyes again. He willed them back, did a quick wipe and stared at the television waiting to see what fate was about to deal him. "Hi dear," came his father's voice from down the hall as he entered the kitchen from the garage. "Hi, Will," his mother's voice. "How was your day?" "Usual bullshit," he replied. "Give me a beer." "I'm sorry to hear that," his mother again. "We, um, need to have a talk with Terry." "Shit, Patty." His father stopped, he suspected to take a swallow of the beer. "He's a sophomore in high school. Can't you take care of some of these problems? What he do? Cut school? Give a freshman a bad time? Cheat on a test? After I work all day I don't want to deal with this crap. You don't do anything all day except sit on your ass watching some stupid show after another. You can take ten minutes to deal with it." "Well, this was a bit unexpected." His mother's voice was quieter but Terry could still hear. He was getting scared and hoped his mother might give him an out to change before his father could see him. "Fine," his father spit. "Terry! Get your ass in here to the kitchen." A cold chill ran down Terry's spine. No reprieve. He stood up and unconsciously fluffed out his dress and headed to the kitchen. "What the fuck is this?" his father exclaimed when he saw Terry come into the kitchen. "I came back a little earlier than expected today," his mother started explaining, "and found him standing in his room like this. I wasn't certain of the best way to handle it, and I wasn't sure you would believe me unless you saw it for yourself so, well, here he is." "What's the story, uh, Terry," his father started. "Shit, I can't call you son looking like that, or boy for that matter. Why are you wearing your mother's dress?" "I was curious, and it felt nice, I guess, so I tried it on." Terry again tried to hedge and avoid the detail that he had been doing it for more than five years. "Curious, eh?" His father took another long swallow from the bottle of beer. It thumped to the table empty. He glanced at the bottle then his wife. She immediately jumped up and went to fetch a fresh bottle from the fridge. "Why couldn't you just cozy up to one of those girls at your school and find out how things feel under all that covering they throw on their bodies. You'd like that a lot better than the clothes they are wearing. Lift up your dress." "What?" Terry cringed. "You heard me, lift up that dress and show me what you have on under it," he commanded and took a drink from the fresh beer. Terry swallowed hard and reached down taking ahold of the dress. Slowly he pulled it up until his mother and father were both able to see the pink silky panties dulled by the control top portion on the panty hose. "Oh good God," his father groaned. "Drop it, put it down. Jesus." Terry let the dress fall quickly back into place. At least all the usual excitement of wearing a dress had long left him. "Pink," his father shook his head. "Are you going to tell me you would rather cozy up to some of the other boys at that school?" "No," Terry protested. "I like girls, I really do. I just wanted to know what it felt like, what they feel like." "Maybe you want to know what they feel like when they are sucking cock." His father shook his head and drained more of the beer. "Will," his mother interjected. "He said he isn't gay. Maybe this is normal for a boy his age." "No, it is not normal. I never wanted to do anything like this. My father saw to it that I grew up to be a man. The problem here is that he is spending too much time with you and you are turning him into some kind of sissy-boy." The downing of two beers in less than fifteen minutes was starting to take hold. "Get out of here, get those clothes off and get yourself to bed. No dinner for you tonight. Perhaps going hungry tonight will help you remember that boys don't wear dresses. GO!" Terry spun and ran from the kitchen back to his room. He closed his door and flopped onto his bed letting the tears he had been holding in flow freely from his eyes. After a few moments he got up and pulled the dress off over his head. He carefully laid it on the desk and peeled off the pantyhose and panties dropping them on top of the dress. He put on his own clothes and sat on the bed again. He wasn't certain what he should do next. He didn't want to try and return the dress to the closet for fear of running into his father again, trying to get them to the laundry would be just as big a risk. In the end, he decided to leave them where they were. He turned off the light and crawled into bed. He also knew there would likely be more arguing so he bent his pillow around his head to drown out any noise that might come the rest of the night. * - * - * He was roused from sleep, the room was dark. He could barely make out his mother sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a while silk robe which shone from the meager light in the room. Terry reached for the lamp on the bedside table. "No, leave it off." His mother touched his arm stopping him. "I brought you a little to eat. You father finally passed out after, uh, a couple more beers. What did you do with my clothes?" "They are on my desk," Terry whispered. "Thanks." He took the plate from her. "When you finish, go put the plate in the kitchen sink in case your father decides to come in here in the morning with something else to say to you before he goes to work, " she instructed. "We don't need the day to start off on a bad note." "OK, Mom," Terry agreed. "Thanks again. Love you." "Love you, too." She closed the door carrying the spent clothing with her. Terry reached over and turned on his light. There was a portion of stew from tonight's dinner and he wolfed it down. Once he finished he tiptoed to the kitchen and put his plates in the sink. There were several other dishes there already which was very odd for his mother, she usually cleaned up as soon as they finished eating. He spotted a clock and saw it was 1:20am, late for her too. He went back to bed. * - * - * Terry's alarm went off and he got right up and showered to get ready for school. He still wasn't sure if there would be any more fallout from yesterday's disaster. He finished getting dressed and moved cautiously toward the kitchen. "It's ok," his mother heard his approach, "he's already left for work." Terry straightened up and proceeded into the kitchen with a bit more confidence. His mother set a bowl of cereal in front of him. He could see a bruise just under the edge of the sleeve of her robe. He looked up at her and saw a matching bruise on the right side of her face. She grimaced and used her other hand to pull her robe tighter. There was no telling how many other marks were on her body. Terry felt sick to his stomach. He was angry with himself for not being able to do anything to protect her, for being the latest reason his father had vented his wrath on her. He dropped the spoon into the bowl without taking a bite. "You need to eat," his mother admonished him. "It's over now so just don't do anything to get him upset again." "You shouldn't have told him," Terry blamed her. "We could have dealt with it and then he wouldn't have had to have known." Patty cast a nervous glance about the room. "Are you sure?" she leaned close and whispered. "I wouldn't put it past him to have cameras hidden around here. Then it would be two or three times as bad because he would accuse me of trying to make him look like a fool." "Why don't you throw him out?" Terry picked up the spoon and held it as if weighing the cereal. "Or we could leave." "Do you remember the skiing trip we took when you were little?" she asked. "I remember us talking about it. You broke your arm and Dad said we wouldn't be doing any more vacations like that because you were too clumsy." Terry ate some more. "Well, there wasn't a skiing trip. You were too young to really remember it so that is what we told you," Patty sniffled a bit. "I tried to leave. I took you and left. We were gone three days before your father found us. He dragged us back home and after he "talked" to me about leaving he told me it would be a lot worse if I tried it again." Terry just stared at her for a moment. "So, you've just stayed. Isn't there something we can do?" His mother just looked at him for a few moments as though weighing out options, deciding what to tell him. "You'll be going to college in three years. Maybe once you go I'll have a chance to do something. Until then, WE need to try and keep the peace around here. Your dad is ok as long as nothing upsets him. We can get through this. We've made it through the last fifteen." "I'll do my best," Terry confirmed and pushed the bowl away, half uneaten. He had lost his appetite. "I'm not the one he beats though." "Don't ever say anything about that to anyone!" his mother hissed. "He seems like a terrific guy to everyone who doesn't live with him and some won't believe it. It will get back to him." "Oh, no," Terry defended himself, "I wouldn't ever tell anyone. I would be afraid he'd take it out on you. And I'm scared he may start on me now too." "Yeah, the pink underwear seemed like the biggest thing for him," she shook her head. "He thought you were being a sissy and kept talking about pink. I wonder if maybe you hadn't worn those he might not have been that angry. Strange, I know, but sometimes I can't explain what sets him off." "Bad timing," Terry sighed. "It was the first time I had tried those." He hesitated for a couple seconds, "I usually like the black ones." Patty sighed. "Please, stay away from my things from now on." "I will," Terry promised. * - * - * Months went by and things went back to normal in the household. Will seemed to forget about it and perhaps believed he'd done his duty as a husband and father restoring order to the home. "Keep them on the straight and narrow" was Will's motto. Sometimes you had to do tough things to keep it right. But that was his cross to bear. Terry managed to stay clear of his mother's things. That was until one day he needed to get a shirt from the laundry and in his search came across a stack of his mother's underwear. He looked around and neither of his parents was nearby. He took a pair of yellow lacy panties and stuffed them in his pocket, grabbed the shirt he was looking for and went back to his room. He pulled the panties from his pocket and stuffed them under his pillow. Deep down he knew he was taking a terrible risk, but he couldn't resist the desire to have those wonderfully sexy panties on. It was also hard for him to feel the real fear that threatened his mother since it hadn't ever been him to suffer at the hands of his father. That night, after he went to bed, he put on the panties under the covers and spent many minutes running his fingers over them. Teenage boys need little help as it is and though he had thought he would sleep in them that night he soon found the need to clean himself off. He grabbed his own things and crept into the bathroom. After washing himself and the panties he returned to the bed. He lay there for the next hour, heart pounding, listening to see if anyone had awakened. The house remained quiet. The next day he inspected the panties to see just how much damage he had done but it looked like he had gotten them rinsed out pretty well. He carefully refolded them and later snuck them back into the laundry. His success in that endeavor led him to believe he could try again, and again, and again. It wasn't too long before he found himself back in front of a mirror admiring himself in one dress or another. He tried many outfits, but never tried anything pink. After all, his mother did say that was what made his dad the angriest. If he did get caught again, at least he wouldn't be wearing pink. * - *- * The school year had finally come to an end. Terry said goodbye to his friends talking about how this summer many of them would be getting their drivers licenses and that they would visit each other when they could. With the last goodbyes said, Terry walked home. That night at dinner his father announced that once Terry got his license in two weeks he would also start looking for a summer job. "I'm not going to be the one to pay for the gas and upkeep on a car that you are going to be using to go running around with your friends," he told Terry. "You want it, you earn the money for it." "Yes, sir," was all Terry said in response. "Does that mean I'm getting a car?" "If you buy it," Will answered. "You'll appreciate it more if you pay for it yourself." The next morning Terry was all set to lie about in bed until he just couldn't stand being there any longer. He stretched under the covers and thought about what he was going to do with his summer. "Where should I look to find a job?" he asked the ceiling. "Well, got a few weeks before I need to worry about that." He sighed and wriggled down a bit more into his pillow. His bedroom door suddenly flew open. "Get up and get dressed," his mother ordered. "What's going on?" Terry asked as he climbed out of bed. "I couldn't tell you before, but we are leaving today," she told him. "Pack everything you want to take with you. No cell phones or computers, I don't want to risk your father being able to track them somehow. Now move! We don't have a lot of time." She turned and left the room leaving a very stunned Terry sitting in his bed. At first he thought about chasing after her to find out just what she was talking about, but he realized that he already knew. She had been planning this, just waiting for school to be out to get them out from under the threat his father posed. He leapt from the bed and raced to the bathroom. After a fast shower and taking care of the necessary things he went to his closet where his suitcase was stored. He didn't take time to put things in neatly, it looked like a scene from a movie where someone is just throwing things into a bag and stuff ends up hanging out the sides. He took a look around and decided nothing else needed to go with him. He would miss his music collection and some other keepsakes but he felt there wouldn't be time or room to grab much more. He left his suitcase by his bedroom door and went to find his mother. He walked into her bedroom. She was closing up a suitcase. The rest of the room looked like it had been looted: drawers stood open, coat hangers dangled from the rod and each other, more were scattered on the floor. "We're really doing this?" Terry asked. "Yes, we are." Patty scanned the room. "Are you ready?" Terry nodded numbly. "Then grab your things and meet me in the driveway." Terry went back to his room and grabbed his suitcase. "Driveway?" he said. They only had the one car and his dad would have taken it to work. He hauled the heavy bag outside and saw a beat up Toyota sitting there. His mother was throwing her things in the trunk. "Put yours in the back seat," she ordered. Terry pulled open the door and shoved it in. Patty slammed the trunk closed and went to the driver side. "Well, don't just stand there. Get in." Terry dropped into the passenger seat, put on the seatbelt and waited for his mother to start the car. She turned the key and the engine came to life. Despite the look of the car the engine seemed to be in good order to his ear. They backed out of the driveway and took off down the street. For the first several miles Patty nervously checked the mirrors for any cars that appeared to be following them. Ten minutes outside the city limits she began to relax. She pointed the car east and followed the roads away from town. She decided on taking mostly back roads and avoiding the highways. "Where are we going?" Terry asked. "Don't really know yet." His mother smiled. "I'm going to try and find us a nice little town somewhere. Big enough that everyone doesn't know everyone else, but smaller than a real city. Something nice for us. I think we deserve it." "Where did this car come from?" Terry was still a bit in shock from the mornings events. "OK, I know you have a bunch of questions so let me tell you what I've been doing." Patty sighed and waited a second. Then she started. "After the 'skiing accident' I started putting a little money away where your father wouldn't find it. I knew the day would come when I would need to leave again. You were so young I couldn't deal with you and finding a new safe life so I waited and tried to stay out of his way. "Last week I went and bought this car. I knew it was time. You broke your promise to me, you've been wearing my clothes again." Terry shuddered. "I'm sorry. I tried to stop but one day I saw something in the laundry and just needed to put them on. I thought just that one thing, but since I didn't get caught and if I were real careful this time it would be ok." "I wish I understood why you felt that way, but it doesn't matter right now. Your father hasn't mentioned it so I don't think he knows. I could tell you were back wearing my dresses though. "Anyway, that wasn't the reason we left. I decided that we needed to do it before you got too settled into some summer job or back into school. It seemed like now was best. I have managed to save just over $17,000, it sounds like a lot but it won't last. We can take our time finding a new place, but not too much. "I went to your school and got your records. They were surprised to hear we were moving, which is good. I didn't tell them where we were going, of course, since I don't know myself. But you can bet your father will eventually check there." They drove on until after dark. Patty found a motel along some state highway and asked for a room on the back side. She paid cash and signed in as Patty Jordan, a name she had spent a couple years creating. * - * - * Will walked into his house and immediately felt that something was wrong. He walked to Terry's room and peeked in looking at the mess. The closet door was ajar and he could see it was empty. He raced to his own room and found it in shambles as well. He looked around and found all of his wife's things were missing except for a few things he had bought her: a sexy dress, some lingerie, and a pair of pink panties. "You fucking BITCH!" he grabbed one of the drawers hanging off the dresser and threw it through the mirror. "You can't leave me! I will find you and drag you back here." He proceeded to tear up more things before wearing himself out and collapsing on the floor. * - * - * Terry and his mom spent the next several days wandering the countryside. Terry worked as navigator and sent them into towns that looked like they might be interesting and away from any major city per his mother's directions. One day they drove through a town that seemed right to Patty. She drove out of town about 45 minutes and located a motel. She booked a room for the week. "OK, I am going to go into town and see if I can find some kind of work. Also, I am going to go and look for a different town where I can sell this car and buy another. I don't want to take a chance he can trace it. Stay out of sight, I'll be back tonight." Terry watched TV for part of the morning. Decided he would still be out of sight if he wandered the woods behind the hotel for a while. Then he went back to the room and made himself a lunch. Boredom set in quickly and he started thinking he was going to go out of his mind if he had to stay here a whole week doing nothing. Then he looked at the closet. "Well, I don't have Dad to worry about." He jumped up and looked at the clothes his mother had hung there. Some of the things were outfits he hadn't seen before. A dark blue skirted suit that she probably planned on wearing to an interview, another one with slacks, a couple nice dresses. He removed one of them, it was beige with flowers, an opaque liner that was short under the translucent skirt that would hang to just below his knees. He stripped off his clothes, went to the dresser and grabbed a plain pair of white panties and put them on. He debated putting on pantyhose but decided it was too warm. He slipped the dress on over his head and let it drop. He had to reach up under it to get the liner to fall down, it was just long enough, barely, and that thought excited him. He looked in the bottom of the closet and found a pair of high heeled shoes and put them on. They were tight but they still fit. He walked back and forth through the room watching the dress flowing out behind him as he passed. He giggled to himself as he sat on the bed and tried to look up his own dress in the reflection of the mirror. He looked at the clock, it was only 2:30. His mother wouldn't be back for hours. He could hear the wind blowing through the trees and an occasional semi roaring by on the highway. Reality started closing in on him though. He realized if his mother returned early for some reason he wouldn't have anywhere to hide. He would be caught. Again. And though there wouldn't be any worry about getting beaten, or his mom getting beaten, he would again find himself being asked to explain why he kept dressing in her clothes. Something he couldn't define except that he liked doing it. He sat on the bed and reached down to remove the shoe when another gust of wind shook the trees outside. He got up and peered out the window and watched the trees swaying. The parking lot outside the door was empty. "Maybe a little walk in the parking lot," Terry thought, "before I change. I've always wanted to know what it feels like with the wind blowing my dress around." He reached over and grabbed the key card, don't want to risk getting locked out, and pulled open the door. He stuck his head out the door and checked the lot. Still empty. He stepped out and walked across the lot, heels rapping against concrete. He reached the other side just as a strong gust grabbed at the dress plastering against his legs on one side. Instinctively he grabbed at it to keep it from blowing too far up. He laughed at his reaction and turned. He could feel bits of the breeze reaching up the dress tickling his bare thighs. He felt amazing. He turned to walk back across the parking lot and as he got about halfway a car came around the corner. It looked to be a green Chevy. He turned his head away and walked to the door and let himself in. Whoever it is wouldn't think it was anything other than a girl staying in the hotel. They didn't get a chance to see my face. He sat on the bed and removed the shoes. Just as he was about to pull off the dress he heard the key in the lock and his mother walked in. "Again?" She let the door shut behind her. "Why? And why were you walking around outside where you could be seen? Do you want us to get caught?" "I was bored. I only walked around here in the back where I wouldn't be seen," Terry tried to explain trying to avoid the fact that he was in her clothes again. Patty sat there looking at him for a few moments. "I came back because I was worried about you being here alone all day. I see you've found a way to entertain yourself. I'm going to need those clothes for interviews and stuff so I don't want them wrinkled or to get anything on them. It seems I am not going to be able to stop you so please be real careful." Terry could hardly believe what he was hearing. Had his mother really just given him permission to wear her clothes as long as he didn't mess them up? He began to smile. Patty just shook her head. "I wish I knew if this situation between me and your father is what drove you to doing this. Or maybe it's the way I've tried to raise you. Guess I'll never know for sure. "OK. Stay inside! I guess you saw our new car. I am going into town to see if I can get a line on a job. I'll come back and we'll get some dinner." She walked over and kissed Terry on the forehead, looked him over, and sighed. She left him sitting there and went out the door. Terry sat there for several minutes after the sound of the car faded. "What now?" Terry asked himself. "I haven't spent all day in a dress since I got caught that first time. Now I have permission! Or maybe I could try another dress." He felt like a kid in a candy store. He thought maybe he would just wear the dress he had on until his mother came back and see what would happen if she came in to find out he hadn't changed. He flipped on the TV again and watched more daytime shows. After moving around from sitting on the bed, to a chair to a couch, to laying on the bed he was starting to get really bored again when the door opened and his mother came in again. "Ah, still enjoying my dress I see," she smiled. "Yeah, it's nice not worrying about getting caught," he pressed. "Well I think we ought to up the bet," she responded. "What bet?" Terry frowned. "Just an expression," she reached into a bag she was carrying. "Put this on." Terry caught an object his mother tossed and looked to see a padded bra in his hands. "What's this about?" he asked. "A new idea," grinned his mother. "Now put it on." Terry debated going into the bathroom to take off his dress but decided it really wasn't going to matter, his mother would likely want to check the bra out before he put the dress back on, assuming that was what she had in mind. He pulled the dress off. "Plain white panties, you do surprise me," his mother stated. "I figured you would have gone with something sexier. I didn't leave all that behind." "They just seemed right for this dress," Terry answered as he slipped the bra up his arms. He struggled with it for a few moments but managed to get it hooked. He made a few adjustments getting the straps straight and the edges unfolded. "Hmm," his mother walked over to him. "Let's see." She adjusted the straps and settled it where it needed to be on his chest. She picked up the dress from the bed and gathered it. "Put your arms up." Terry obeyed feeling a bit stunned that he was standing there in a bra and panties while his mother was slipping a dress over his head for him. When the dress was in place he looked down and saw his breasts pushing out against the dress giving it a nice line. He could feel himself getting excited. "There are a lot of girls out there who like to wear their hair short, but I think you need longer hair to distract from some of the features that identify you as a boy." She went back to the bag and produced a long wig in the same dirty blond shade of Terry's hair. "This will do until your hair grows out more." "What do you mean 'until my hair grows out'?" Terry asked as his mother adjusted the wig on his head. "You have given me a great idea," she sat back and examined her son. "You are about to turn 16. Lots of girls your age start using makeup and I am going to put some on you now and see how you look. I think you will look terrific. "Then we are going to go out to dinner and see how that goes." "What?" Terry panicked. "Hey, I only went outside for the first time because there wasn't anyone around. Now you want me to go to a restaurant dressed like this?" "You have proven several times now that I can't keep you out of my clothes, so now I think that if this goes well it will help. Your father will likely be looking for me and my son. If he happens to find someone we've run into, they will only know of a mother and daughter. One more layer of security." She smiled at her son. "Now sit still. I'll teach you how to do this on your own if this works out." Terry sat there and let his mother paint his face. His thoughts were now travelling the path of "what have I gotten myself into" and arguing with himself over whether he really wanted to do it or not. The not side was slowly losing. "My, my," Patty murmured. "What a pretty daughter I have." Terry got up and went to the mirror. He was stunned by what he saw there. He wouldn't be home coming queen, but he wouldn't be thought of as the ugliest girl around either. "Don't mess up your face or my dress," Patty instructed. "I'm going to change and then we'll go." She pulled a green dress from the closet and disappeared into the bathroom. Terry went back to looking at himself in the mirror. He looked at his eyes trying to close one eye to see the layers of shadow and mascara. All very subtle. His lips were a pale pink. Pink, the one thing he tried to avoid. I guess there wouldn't be any avoiding it now. He pulled open the drawer with his mother's lingerie in it. She had pointed out that he had chosen just plain panties, maybe he ought to think about putting on something sexier. The thought of it started getting him excited again and after looking at some interesting panties decided that for this outing to the restaurant he would go with the plain white panties that he had on. They were snug and he felt a little more comfortable with the idea that he might not show if he were to become excited while they were out. He closed the drawer and waited for his mother to come out. About 15 minutes later Patty emerged in a green dress. It was low cut in the front but not very low. Patty had a generous cleavage which was probably part of the reason his father was so attracted to her initially. It was about knee length and fitted her figure. She was quite beautiful. Patty came and put her arm around her son and turned him to face the mirror. They stood side by side looking at their reflection. "What a pretty pair we make," Patty smiled. "I'm glad we named you Terry so I won't need to worry about calling you by the wrong name, though how I could think of you as anything but my daughter now is beyond me. I think this is going to be a lot of fun." Terry smiled back at her though his stomach was doing flip-flops between the excitement and the fear. Patty directed Terry to the door and they went into town. They found a little caf? on the city's main street and parked. "Now don't forget," Patty warned Terry, "you are my daughter. If you go to the bathroom be sure to go to the Ladies' room. And speak softly, your voice will be fine. Any questions before we go in?" Terry just shook his head. They got out of the car and walked toward the restaurant door. Terry saw his reflection in the large window in front and was again amazed that he was getting ready to go into a restaurant pretending to be a girl. They got seated at a table near the window and looked over the menu. The waitress, a lady who appeared to be in her late 50s dressed in a tan button down dress, came over and took their drink order (water for Terry, tea for Patty) and promised to be back in a few minutes. They discussed the choices and finally settled on meatloaf for each of them with a salad to start. After placing their order they sat quiet for a few minutes. Terry kept reaching and playing with his hair being unused to the loose curls that fell across his shoulders. "Stop pulling on your hair," his mother admonished him. "You'll end up pulling that wig off and then we'll be in trouble." Terry let go of the hair and dropped his hands into his lap. Their dinner salads arrived. At last something to focus on. Terry dug right in. "Excuse me," Patty spoke to the waitress. "My daughter and I just came into town and I was wondering if you knew of anyone that might be hiring. I'm afraid I have been away from the work force for quite a while but anything clerical, or if you knew that they needed more help here." "Let me think about it, hon," she offered. "I'll get back to you before you are done eatin'." "Uh, mom?" Terry started. "Yes?" "I just realized that if we settle down here you are expecting me to go to school as a girl. Or are you thinking we will move on before school starts? Or maybe I can skip a year." "You won't be skipping a year," Patty shook her head. "Last thing we need is some official coming down on us because of truancy. No, you'll be in school. If this works out for now you will go to school as a girl. You'll love it." Terry got a sick feeling again. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to eat any more. The salad was only half eaten when the entrees arrived. "What's the matter, hon? Salad not to your liking?" the waitress asked as she laid down the plates. "Um, no, it's fine," Terry answered. "I just kinda lost my appetite." "You girls need to be eatin' better and quit worrying about looking like those girls in the magazines. You're real pretty, eat up. If you add a pound or two it ain't going to kill you." "I couldn't have said it better myself," Patty chimed in. "We've gone through some changes lately. My husband died in a car accident and I'm afraid he left us with nothing. Too many memories to stay where we were so we took what little we had and started looking for a new place to build a life. I'm afraid Terry is still trying to deal with a lot of the changes I've put us through. The prospects of a new school just took her off her dinner. She thought she might be getting to take some time off." "Oh, darlin'," the waitress went on, "best thing for you will be to get right back into normal things. Most of the kids around here are just fine, course e'ry place has its bad seed, but you look like a nice sort in the pretty dress you're wearin'. "Oh," she pulled a scrap of paper from her pocket and handed it to Patty. "This here law firm is looking to hire a sec'r'tary. One of the regular folks here thought it might be worth your time to check it out." "Thank you very much," Patty dropped the paper in her purse. "I will check on it tomorrow. And thank you for those kind words of support. I was just trying to tell Terry how much she will enjoy a new school." The waitress wandered off to another table. "What luck!" Patty exclaimed and took a forkful of potatoes. "If this job pans out we can get settled and start on our new life." "But I can't be a girl all the time!" Terry whispered. "You couldn't seem to stay out of my dresses before, now you'll have your own," Patty took a bite of the meatloaf. "Mmm, this is really good. Eat! "Look, I know you weren't counting on this. But look at the opportunity you'll have. You will get to know life as a girl for a while. Worst case, things don't work out and we have to leave town in a month or something. We go to another town and you can go back to being a boy again. "Or, things work out excellent and you spend your final two years in high school as my daughter Terry. Then, you will be able to go off to college and go back to being my son again because you will be somewhere else. There will be other issues but we have lots of time to deal with them." "Two years," Terry whined. Patty smiled and went on with her meal. Terry eventually gave in to the aroma of the meal in front of him and dug in. They finished their dinner, decided to pass on dessert and Patty paid the check including a very nice tip for their waitress. Before they left the table Patty opened her purse and pulled out a compact and lipstick. "Terry," she whispered, "watch." Patty opened the compact and looked in the little mirror inside. She moved it about checking her own face and then touched up her lipstick. After she dropped the red lipstick back in her purse she pulled out the pink lipstick she had used on Terry. "Here dear," she handed the compact and lipstick to Terry, "fix your lipstick before we leave." Terry took the items from her with a shaking hand. Patty watched intently as Terry opened the compact and examined his face. He was still amazed by the pretty girl who looked back at him from the small mirror. He could see that his lips looked blotchy so he opened the lipstick and tried to apply it the way his mother had just shown him. Once his lips looked evenly coated he handed the items back to his mother. "Good job," she whispered with a wink. Patty wondered why she was starting to get such a thrill from watching her son turn into her daughter. She didn't hate men because she happened to marry one of the biggest asses around. She loved her son as her son. But oh to have a daughter for a little while, especially this time of her life. She shook herself from her reverie and signaled that it was time to leave. They walked back to the car and climbed in. "You did extremely well!" Patty praised Terry. "I was so nervous." Terry felt relieved now that they were heading back. "You needn't be. That waitress totally believed you were my daughter. Everyone else will too. Tell me, how do you like being out in a dress, wearing makeup, pretending to be a girl now that you've done it outside the house." "I was so nervous I hardly thought about it. Until you had me fix my lipstick. Then I was suddenly seeing my face in the mirror and trying to put on the lipstick evenly. I could feel the dress hanging against my legs, and my bra squeezing my chest. I was aware of my hair against my skin just above the dress and I got real excit.. thrilled." Patty raised an eyebrow. "Really, I mean thrilled. I was too scared to get excited." "Well, I really liked looking at my daughter across the table from me. I'm sorry, I don't know why, but I really hope this works out for a while. I think it will be great fun. When I caught you wearing my dress all those months ago I never dreamed I would be helping you become a girl, or that it might be the key to our escape from your father." They arrived at the motel. Patty showed Terry how to clean off the makeup and then she disappeared into the bathroom. While she was in there Terry stripped down and put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Patty emerged in her nightgown. Patty put both dresses in the laundry to be cleaned. They each climbed into their own beds and turned out the light. "Terry," Patty called out gently. "Yeah, Mom." "You are going to be ok with this, aren't you?" "Sure," he rolled over to face where the voice was coming from in the dark. "It was just that everything came so fast. I didn't have time to think. But the drive back here, and while I was getting undressed, I had time to think. If it doesn't work out, we hit the road again, right?" "Of course, dear," she answered. "I won't allow you to be in danger again. We didn't escape from that ... your father just to get into another bad situation." "That's good," Terry sighed. "Good night." "Good night, son." * - * - * Terry woke the next morning to the sound of his mother's voice. She was talking to someone on the phone. "Yes, I can be there in an hour. Thank you, very much," she hung up the phone. "Oh, you're awake. I tried to be quiet but it's tough in this little room." "That's ok, I think I was ready to wake up," Terry stretched. "Who was that?" "I called that number the waitress gave me last night and they are willing to see me," Patty was standing with a towel wrapped around her and her wet hair hanging limply down her back. "Now I have about 20 minutes to get ready for the interview so if you'll excuse me." Terry watched her go into the bath and close the door. He turned on the TV. Good Morning America was just wrapping up, the ladies all standing outside the studio near the barricades that kept the crowd back enough for them to do their jobs. Terry studied the clothes they wore and wondered if he would maybe get to wear dresses like the ones they were wearing. The show ended and Kelly and Michael came on. Usually he wanted to find some other show to watch but today he couldn't take his eyes off Kelly and the dress she was wearing. He watched her movements. Soon he would be trying to pass himself off as a girl in the most hostile environment he could imagine: a new High School. His mother came back out. She was a vision with her hair and makeup done. She was wearing the suit with the skirt, a white blouse under the jacket. The skirt was short but not so short that it made her look like she was selling more than her talents as an office clerk. "Do I look like I could work in a law office?" she asked as she checked herself one more time in the mirror. "I think you look too good for an office." Terry smiled. "They'll be lucky to have you." "Thanks, sweetie." She came and kissed him on the forehead. "I hope they like me. "Listen, find a dress to wear that is pretty casual, good for shopping. If I get this job, we are going to need to get you some clothes. I left an extra razor in the shower. Make sure you don't have any hair on your body. That's legs, pits, chest, everything. OK?" Terry tingled at the thought of being told to shave and find a dress to wear. The fear of going shopping hadn't overcome the excitement of going out again. "OK, mom. Good luck!" Patty pulled the door closed behind her and was gone. Terry jumped up from the bed and rushed over to the closet. He searched through his mother's dresses trying to decide what would be good for a shopping trip. He narrowed it down to two choices and went to shower. He washed himself and then tried to shave his legs. His hands were shaking as he got started. He began with his upper thigh so if he nicked himself it wouldn't show. After a short time he figured out the best way to proceed and did the rest of his legs. Not that he needed much, the hair that was there was very fine and even without wearing hose it was hard to see unless the sunlight hit it just right. But last night was night, he would be out in daylight today. He dried off and walked back into the bedroom again. He loved the feeling of being able to open the lingerie drawer without worrying what would happen if he got caught. He sorted through the panties and selected a pair of black panties with lace panels. He put on the padded bra his mother had given him to wear as it was the only one that was his, he knew his mother's would be too large for him, at least the cups would be. He also knew they couldn't be stuffed enough to look real, he had tried on other occasions. Last he went to the closet and pulled out the two dresses he was considering. One was black and grey, the other was red. Both were about the same length and would come to just above his knees. The black and gray was straight while the red flared out below the waist with a thin belt. He decided on the red. He put on the dress and checked himself in the mirror. He almost wished his mother would come back in and see him. He found the wig he wore the night before and worked it onto his head, just adding it made a world of difference. His own hair was a little long, but it would be months before he would be able to go without the wig. The makeup was still arranged on the bathroom counter. He knew she would have her lipstick and what she referred to as her repair kit with her but there was enough here for him to try and duplicate his mother's work from last night. He was still sitting at the mirror trying to get the makeup right two hours later when his mother came in through the door. She stifled a laugh when she saw him. He had too much eye makeup on one eye, none on the other. Too much rouge. It was a parody of the girl he looked like the night before. "I wanted to try and get it right so you would be proud of me," he sniffled. "Dear," Patty closed the door and went to him beginning to clean his face, "believe it or not you have just done what too many teenage girls do when they start experimenting with makeup. And I am very proud of you." A tear leaked from the corner of Terry's eye and took a black streak down his cheek. "So, did you get the job?" "Even better," Patty smiled. "I got the job and a nice place for us to live. One of the partners has a furnished house he wanted to rent out. It will do us perfectly well until we can get our resources built back up. "So, let me get your face fixed up and let's go shopping!" Terry broke into a huge grin and presented his face. Patty went to work and explained how to do his face up using subtle shading so that it didn't appear clownish. They had a good laugh together while she worked. When the job was done Terry looked in the mirror amazed at the transformation and awed by how easily his mom made it seem. They left and drove over two hours to a major city. His mother explained that she wanted him to have clothes that looked like he'd had them for a while so they went to several thrift stores and bought dresses, blouses, skirts, and a few women's jeans and slacks. "You are going to wear mostly dresses and skirts but you will occasionally need pants," she explained. They went to another store and bought several pairs of panties, more padded bras, and nightgowns. "You will be a girl from now on; that means you need to start wearing nightgowns to bed. If something happens and someone were to see you by accident when you are at home, it would be all over." Terry nodded and thrilled at the idea of wearing nightgowns, even though the ones his mother selected weren't sexy at all. But he had also complained that she was picking cotton panties and he wanted lace and silky feeling. She told him that was expensive and unnecessary since nobody was supposed to be seeing it anyway. "I will," was his only argument. One more stop in the city was to get his ears pierced. They picked up several pairs of earrings, necklaces, and a couple cheap ladies' watches. They returned to the motel and Patty had Terry change into his own clothes, a yellow blouse and black skirt. They went back to the caf? for dinner and then planned a last minute shopping excursion to get Terry some new school clothes. The same waitress was there and Patty thanked her again for the job information. She was in turn congratulated on getting the job and happy to hear they would become part of their community. They left and went to the clothing store. Terry looking longingly at the manikins dressed up in the windows and followed his mother in the door. A sales woman met them as soon as they entered. "Good evening. Is there anything I can help you with this evening?" she smiled. "Yes, uh, Wilma," she read from the name tag. "My daughter and I just moved to the area and I want to be sure she makes a good impression. I think four or five nice outfits fit for a high school junior will do tonight. It is very important to me that she feels like she fits in as one of the girls." "I understand completely," Wilma nodded. "My niece goes to Grant High right here in town. You'll probably be classmates. She gets a lot of her things right here in this store so you are definitely in the right place." They spent the next hour going through the racks sending Terry off to the changing room to try on outfit after outfit. Terry was in heaven enjoying it all. In the end he ended up with two new dresses, two skirts, one very short and one long, as well as a couple blouses. "How old are you dear?" Wilma asked as they were checking out. "I'll be sixteen day after tomorrow," he replied. "Well, would you be interested in a job here in the store for the summer, say about 25-30 hours a week? Then once school starts we could cut your hours back to 15-20." "Uh, I hadn't thought about it yet. I don't have my license and I don't even know where we are going to be living." "Yes, I just found a house for us," Patty explained. "Tell me, will you still have an opening by the end of the week? Once we get all settled in, I will get her set up to get her license and see where we stand." "It's possible." Wilma nodded. "If someone comes looking though, it might not be available." "So far things are working out the way they need to for us," Patty handed the bags to Terry. "If she is supposed to work here, the job will be available when she's ready. If not, well I am certain another opportunity will be around the corner." They left the store and went back to the motel. "I don't think there is any need to bring that stuff in, we will just have to load it all up again tomorrow. We start our new official lives in the morning. I start my new job at 1:00, they are letting me get settled into the house in the morning but they have so much work backed up they wanted me to start as soon as I could. "Tomorrow morning we need to get an early start, pack up our things and move into our new home! Just you and me, me and my daughter." "Mom." Terry looked at her a little afraid. "I am happy too, and I am loving doing this as your daughter, but I am still your son, ok?" "Of course, dear," Patty softened. "You have no idea how many times I came close to saying him or he when talking to Wilma at the store. I am doing everything I can to make this illusion work. "Now, go wash off your makeup and get into your nightgown. We have a busy day tomorrow," she grinned. Terry crawled into bed and had to adjust his nightgown because it crawled mostly up to his chest. Once he got settled he started going over the events of his life. He got caught wearing his mother's dress, got chewed out for it, ran away from home with his mother, got caught wearing another one of his mom's dresses, and now is being made to act like a daughter instead of a son. That about covers it. And now he was being offered a job to be a sales girl at a clothing store. That though occupied his mind until he fell asleep. He might get a discount if he worked there, maybe even get to try on more clothes if it was a slow sales day. And a paycheck all his own! He could help his mother out with things, and maybe he could buy things of his own too. Like nicer underwear than what his mom allowed him. * - * - * They cleared out of the motel the next morning and neighbors saw a mom and daughter both dressed in jeans and blouse unloading their green Chevy and carting their meager belongings into the house. Once the car was empty they went about putting things away. Terry's old boy clothes were all put into a box and stored away in the attic where they wouldn't be seen. Terry decided it was a nice place. It was a little two bedroom bungalow, the furniture was a bit old and worn and there wasn't a lot of closet space. He couldn't believe he had his own closet of dresses and skirts and things. He arranged his lingerie drawer and tingled with the excitement of the life he was going to be living for the next two years? Or month? He began hoping it worked out to be two years. "All set up?" his mother stood in the doorway. "Yeah, I got everything put away," he went to her and hugged her. They were almost the same height and he felt the pressure of her breasts against his body and his padded bra pressing against him. "I have another surprise for you," Patty stated as she held him. "What?" He backed away. "If you expect to try and get your license, you are going to need to practice. Let's go teach you to drive." In all the excitement Terry had forgotten about that. His birthday was the next day, he had already gotten his learner's permit several months ago but his father never seemed to have time to go with him. Because he always had the car he couldn't get his mom to teach him either. "All right!" He raced to the front door. "First, settle down some," Patty admonished him. "This is your first time so we need to take it slow, ok?" "Yes, Mom," Terry answered. They spent the rest of the morning going over the basics: adjusting the seat, the mirrors, checking things over. At last he got to drive around the block. "Just the block? I want to keep going!" Terry complained. "And I can't be late for my first day at work. I have just enough time to change clothes and get to the office. There will be more opportunities later. You did very well, Terry. I'm sure you will be able to pass the driving test in no time." They walked back into the house. Patty went and quickly changed into a dress suitable for the office, kissed Terry bye and left. Terry spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the house, then he decided to change clothes and swapped the jeans for a skirt and took a walk around the neighborhood. He liked being able to freely walk around in a skirt now. He also looked forward to getting a job so that it would give him something to do, and money to do other things. Patty came home to find him lounging in the living room in front of the television. His skirt had crept up a bit exposing quite a lot of thigh. "You really ought to try and be a bit more ladylike if you are going to wear a skirt around the house. Another inch and I will be looking at your butt cheek." Terry tugged the skirt back down again. "Sorry." "No problem, I just don't want someone else to come in sometime and see you like that." "You planning on bringing someone home with you? Already looking for a new boyfriend?" Terry accused. "No! Dear God, no," Patty frowned. "Why all the grief over me telling you to keep your skirt down." "I'm just bored. I want to take that job at the shop," Terry explained. "I'm sorry I snapped at you." "That's ok dear. I know this has been rough on you. And this new wrinkle with you being my daughter has got to be hard too. Although, I think you must be enjoying it some or you would still be wearing the jeans you had on when I left," she gave him a mock accusing look. Terry laughed. "Yeah, I am enjoying it. I really like wearing skirts and dresses. I hope we get to stay through my graduation." "One day at a time, darling. Now, let's see about dinner. How about you drive us to the grocery store?" Terry jumped up to his feet and ran to the door. Patty laughed and followed him out to the car. Terry successfully navigated the few blocks to the store and managed to park without causing any damage to the other cars in the lot. They wandered the aisles and filled the cart. Patty talked about the new people she met at her job and how excited she was to be working again after all the years she was forced to stay home. Shopping completed, they loaded up the car and Terry drove them home. He had a moment backing out of the space that he nearly clipped the fender of the car beside them but Patty warned him in time. They got home, unloaded the groceries, and Terry helped his mother prepare the evening meal. After dinner Terry put on a nightgown and curled up on the couch with his mom and they watched a couple shows before going turning in for the night. Terry got his license a couple days later, the bored clerk at the driver's license bureau didn't notice the birth certificate had male as the gender and Terry was the proud owner of his first license. And as far as anyone knew, he was semi-officially a girl. He went back to the clothing store and was fortunate enough to have the job still waiting. He began working 6 hours a day Tuesday through Saturday. The next couple months flew by as Patty and Terry settled into their lives. They had grown very close over that time as well and talked about everything, they didn't keep secrets from each other any longer. Patty did convince Terry to wait before buying his own car because he would need to pay for the car, insurance, gas, and any repairs they might need. They could share the car for now. Terry reluctantly agreed. * - * - * Will woke up feeling like he had crawled out from under a rock. The hangover felt like knives through his skull. He looked at the bedroom that was still occupied by shattered furniture. He had spent the first couple weeks searching all around town for where she might be hiding. She had no other family, didn't have any money (he made certain he only allowed her just enough to run the house), and no car. After checking all the hotels and motels in the area he thought she might have found some way to buy a bus or train ticket but nobody he talked to had seen them. After searching those places during the day he searched the bars at night, rarely getting out of the first stop until he was told to leave at closing time. After the first week he lost his job for failing to show up. He blamed Patty, it was all her fault. "I'm sick of this shit," he mumbled and rolled off the bed. He took a long shower and then fixed himself some breakfast. After a couple hours he started feeling human again. "I'll clean up this shit-hole and then get to work looking for a job," he told the air. "I don't know how the fuck she did it, but she disappeared. She'll make a mistake one day, though. Then she'll pay for what she's done to me." He started cleaning out all the broken furniture in the house piling it out by the curb (the bedroom wasn't the only room he trashed). He got to the bedroom and started to haul Patty's dresser down the hall when he saw a slip of paper drifting to the floor. Something that had been stuck in some crevice somewhere because he had searched it several times. He picked it up and was able to read enough to know it was a receipt for a car purchase. A Toyota, and it had most of the VIN on it as well. "Son of a bitch," he swore. "You did have money and you bought a fucking car." He threw the dresser out to the curb, no longer concerned with finding a job he had a new clue and was more interested in getting back on the hunt. He had fortunately managed to leave the computer intact. He brought up a search engine and tried searching on Toyota and the partial VIN. He got a hit. There was a dealer in a small town east of there that had it for sale. If she figured out how to save enough money to buy a car maybe she was smart enough to sell it in case someone saw her. But now he had a place to start looking again. He got some things together and what money he had left and went to his car. He sped out of town with nothing but revenge on his mind. Nobody would make Will Manning look like a fool. * - * - * Terry sat up in bed and straightened the pink nightgown he was wearing. Today was the first day of school and he was looking forward to wearing one of his new dresses. Suddenly his bedroom door slammed open and his father stood there glaring at him. "Pink!" he roared. "I'll teach you about wearing pink." Terry jumped waking from the nightmare. He sat up in his bed with his heart pounding through his chest. After a couple minutes he managed to get his breathing back under control and felt his heart slowing back to a normal rhythm. He looked at his clock, the alarm would be going off in just 20 minutes. No use trying to get back to sleep. Today was the first day of school, and he really was looking forward to wearing a new dress. He looked down at his nightgown, it was blue. None of his new clothes were pink, that was one thing he refused to do, wear pink. He was totally confident that he would pass as just another girl at school. The last couple months working at the clothing store had given him all the confidence he could have. Nobody questioned the girl with the long blond hair and short skirts. She had great taste and was always so