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Adjustments Author's Note: When I heard what Will Smith said about Jaden wearing skirts or doing other things it got me thinking. This story started to form. Jimmy turned toward the bathroom door and slowly opened it. He peered out into the hallway and listened. He knew he was alone in the house, his mom had gone off shopping trying to score some of the Black Friday deals and Dad had to work. She finally agreed to let him stay home by himself for the first time since there was someone home next door if there were any problems. He stepped through the door and into the hallway heading toward the living room. "My dress!" his mother gasped from behind him. Jimmy spun about, his feet sliding easily on the hardwood since they were covered in sheer nylon. "Oh!" was all that could escape his mouth as he stared at her. After a moment of stunned silence between them he rushed back into the bathroom and slammed the door. He fumbled at the lock but finally got it engaged. "Jimmy?" his mother called from outside the door. "Are you okay? Why are you wearing my dress?" Jimmy couldn't answer her. He stood at the sink looking at the mirror but he couldn't see anything, his eyes were filled with tears that blurred the world around him. "Jimmy?" she banged on the door. "Jimmy, are you alright? What's going on? Why are you wearing my clothes? Jimmy, answer me!" "I'm...I'm fine," he finally managed to speak. "I'll be out in a minute." "OK, I'll be waiting in the kitchen." Jimmy listened and heard the soft thud of her tennis shoes as she walked away. How she managed to come in the house without him hearing her? She must be making a quick stop and didn't come through the garage like normal. That door made enough noise to hear through the whole house. He grabbed a towel and dried his eyes. He could see himself now in the mirror. He had on a blue dress, no sleeves, round collar. The dress was long on him because at 13 years old he wasn't as tall as his mother, it came down below his knees. It was a straight dress with a little skirt around the waist above the bottom part of the dress. He didn't know what peplum meant yet. He began working his way out of the dress. He peeled off the pantyhose and the plain cotton panties which were a little too big for him and carefully stacked everything on the toilet seat while he put his own clothes back on. At last he opened the door and took the clothes back to his parent's bedroom. Even though his mother had seen him he still went to great efforts to put everything back exactly as he had found them. He hung the dress back in the closet and made his way to the kitchen. The closer he got the sourer his stomach felt. Finally he stepped into the kitchen where he saw his mother patiently waiting for him. "Jimmy, come on in and sit down," she invited. "I've had some time to think about things and I have a couple questions for you then I think it might be best if we wait to talk more about this tonight when your father gets home." "Do we have to tell him?" he whined as he sat in the chair opposite his mother. "Can't we just forget this if I promise never to do it again?" "I don't think that is such a good idea but don't worry," she tried to comfort him, "you aren't in trouble." Jimmy looked up hopefully at his mother. "Now, first I'd like to know how long you have been getting into my things?" she started. "I don't know," Jimmy looked down at the table. "Jimmy," she reached over and lifted his chin meeting his eyes, "we are honest with one another in this house. Now, I asked you a question and while you may not remember exactly the first time you put on something of mine or how many times I expect you to tell me to the best of your ability." "OK," Jimmy swallowed hard. "I guess it was a couple years ago. I got my laundry from the basket to put it away and I accidentally got some of your underwear when I picked mine up. I was going to just put them back in the basket but, I don't know, I kinda liked the way they felt. They were all smooth and cool. So, I kinda put them on and they felt nice." "Yes, I know, they do feel nice," she sighed. "But you did it again?" "Yeah," he groaned. "After that I got more curious about stuff. Every once in a while when you were busy doing something I would sneak something out of the basket or your drawer and try it on." "How long have you been wearing my dresses?" she asked. "Today was the first time," he moaned. "Really! Today you were supposed to be gone for a longer time and I was going to try it for the first time with underwear and pantyhose. But you came back early so I barely got to know what it was like. I put everything back just like I found it. I won't do it again." "I needed to come home and get something I had forgotten. I was also wanting to check on you because this was the first time I was leaving you alone for so long. I had no idea that this was what you were going to be doing," she explained. "I did trust you and I'm glad you weren't doing anything that would get you hurt. We'll talk more once your father gets home. For now, go to your room. I am going to put the car in the garage then I'll be back in." Jimmy plodded off to his room. After a few moments he heard the rumble of the garage door reverberate through the house. * 2 * Jimmy entered the living room and sat down on a wing back chair. His mother and father were seated together on the couch. They waited until he got settled in the chair before starting the discussion. "Jimmy," his father spoke gently, "your mother told me about this afternoon. Now, I want you to understand that it is normal to be curious about things, and you aren't in any kind of trouble but we are interested in how you are feeling." "Did you try on nana's things when you were my age?" Jimmy asked hopefully. His father glanced over at his mother for a second then took a breath. "Actually, no, not at your age. Later, I did try on some pantyhose once but that was all I did. I was curious, too." "Oh," Jimmy dropped his head. "Jimmy," his mother took up, "the idea that you've been doing this for so long just has us concerned. We think you might be too young to understand the consequences of what can happen if your friends find out, or even for yourself. We want to understand, and see if you understand what is going on here." "I don't understand," Jimmy mumbled. "I wanted to stop after the first time, then I just felt like I, I don't know, I just needed to try it again. Then I would feel bad and put everything back until the next time I felt like I had to try something." They sat in silence for a few minutes. Jimmy started fidgeting uncomfortable in the quiet. "OK, Jimmy," his Dad finally spoke. "Why don't you get cleaned up for dinner and we'll all just think about this for a while, ok?" "OK," Jimmy nodded without looking at them. He pushed himself out of the chair and left the room. "I don't know what to do," Doug told his wife. "I don't understand why he feels the need to do this." "Let's just let him be for a while and see what happens," Nancy replied. "Maybe getting caught this time will scare him out of wanting to do it again." They agreed and went to put dinner on the table. They didn't bring it up any more that night. * 3 * Christmas morning came and Jimmy patiently waited while his mother handed him the next wrapped gift from under the tree. He tore the wrapping from the box and found a new computer. It was one of the types that had a detachable display so it could act like a laptop or a work pad. His parents watched him opening each of his presents in excitement. Finally she pulled the last present from near the back of the tree. She glanced at Doug who barely nodded his approval. She handed Jimmy the box. Jimmy tore away the wrapping adding the shredded paper to the piles that had amassed behind him. He felt around the edges of the large white rectangular box and finally got the top loose. He tossed it back over his head and pulled the tissue off the top. The box was full of clothes. Not just any clothes though. He picked up packages of girl's panties, sorted through and found packages of tights, a couple dresses, a lace trimmed undershirt and a couple nightgowns, one long, one short. Stunned he looked at his mother, then his father. They saw the tears start to well up in his eyes. "Jimmy," his mother began softly, "I know you have gotten into my things again since Thanksgiving. We thought that maybe you should have some things of your own, appropriate for, well, that a girl your age would be wearing." "We felt that perhaps if you didn't feel like you had to sneak into things that it would help you decide if this was something you really wanted to keep doing," his father finished explaining. "If you lose the desire, then you'll know it was just that and maybe you can put it behind you. But you need to realize that if any of your friends find out about this you could be in for teasing or downright bullying. So, be careful who you tell about this, or let find out about it." "If you don't want it," his mother spoke up again, "I can return everything. But I don't want you going through my things any more. If you want something you'll need to ask me and we'll talk about it. OK." Jimmy sat there for a few moments with the box in his lap. At first he was tempted to push the box back to his mother and tell her to take it all back. Then he thought about how he had tried on some of her lacy underwear just a few days ago. He fingered the dress a bit and decided he'd keep them for now and try not to wear them. He set the box aside and got up. First he hugged his mother, then turned and hugged his father. "Thanks a whole lot. For everything. I love it all." "OK, then," his mother smiled at him. "Why don't you clean up this mess you've made while I go make us all some breakfast, Pancakes?" Jimmy laughed and nodded. Doug gave her a thumbs up. Nancy left the room and Doug watched his son move about wadding up all the spent paper and shoving it into the trash bag that had been brought in for that purpose. Jimmy then stacked his presents in a pile seeming to order them strictly by size rather than any importance. At last he lifted them up and headed off to his room. Jimmy was sitting at the desk in his room going through the setup for his new computer. His father looked in and saw the boxes piled on his bed, so far the computer looked to be the only one he had bothered with. "Better come on," he told Jimmy, "Pancakes will be ready in no time." "OK," he answered, tapped the screen a couple times, checked to be sure it was charging and followed his dad to the kitchen. "So, you happy with everything you got?" his mother asked as she flopped a couple pancakes onto the plate in front of him. "Yeah," he reached for the syrup and began pouring it all over. "I thought about giving you the girl clothes back, but then I decided I would keep them for now so I won't get into your things any more. I didn't think I'd do it anymore, but I guess you know I did." "Yes, I noticed," she put pancakes on her own plate and Doug's. "And I appreciate you thinking about that when deciding to keep the clothes." They dropped the subject and Jimmy started talking about getting his computer setup and the apps he wanted to download and asking about how he could get money to pay for some extra things that he might want for it. After Jimmy finished cleaning up the breakfast dishes, one of the chores they decided on for which he would receive a gift card he could use online, he went back to his room and started finding places for all his gifts. The last box he had to address was the one with his new wardrobe because it was the biggest box and had been on the bottom. He went to his chest of drawers and started rearranging them until he had an empty drawer. He tore open the packages of panties. There were five pairs made of cotton, they each had their own pattern and color to them. While they were mostly white one had little blue flowers, the others were yellow, pink, green, and purple. The next package had just three pairs but they were slick, shiny nylon and they were red, black and white. All were of the same style, almost like the tighty-whities he wore except the waist didn't appear as high and the legs were definitely cut higher. He stacked them in the drawer and then placed the pairs of white tights and black tights neatly beside them. He found a white tank top with lace all around the edges and carefully folded it and added it to the drawer. He pulled from the box a dress. The top part was like a long sleeved black shirt, the bottom was a black and white striped skirt. It had a black belt sewn in. He grabbed a hanger from the closet, slid some of his clothes over creating a space just for the new things and hung it up. There was also a yellow lace skirt and a white blouse. He found hangers and put them both in the closet. Then he noticed a pair of shoes in the box, they were black, flat, with a single strap that crossed over. He found a spot for them. Last were the nightgowns. The first was long, it was blue covered in penguins in blue and red ski caps. It had long sleeves and a ruffle at the bottom. He held it up against him and saw it was long enough to come well below his knees but not quite to his ankles. He carefully folded it and reopened the drawer. He moved the tank top to just above his tights and placed the nightgown in the vacant area. The other nightgown was short. He held it and found it was going to be barely long enough to cover his bottom. It was purple with white dots and had the word LOVE in large red, green, blue and gray letters stitched on the chest. He tingled at the idea of wearing something so short. He folded it and put it away. He closed the drawer and went back to his computer. He was curious and wanted to go back to the clothes since they were his to wear if he wanted, but he wanted to not want to wear them so pushed the feelings aside. * 4 * Jimmy pulled open the drawer and stared at the clothes. It had been six days since he stored them in here and hadn't given in to the temptation yet. He found he couldn't wait any longer. It was time for bed and he decided he wanted to wear the purple nightgown and see what it would be like to sleep in it. He quickly took off all his clothes and tossed them into his laundry basket, then selected the panties with the little purple flowers on them. He felt it made sense that if his nightgown was purple his underwear should match. He pulled them on and liked that they fit him so nicely, better than how loose his mother's were. He was right that the waistband didn't come as high as his regular underwear, and the legs were cut higher. He walked around a little bit smiling at the difference he felt. He returned to the drawer and pulled out the purple nightgown and slipped it over his head. He looked at himself in his mirror and saw that it was every bit as short as he thought. He turned around and then bent over a little at a time until he saw his panties peek out from under the hem. He stood back up and tugged it back down. He was accustomed to sleeping in pajamas, having bare legs like this would be maybe like sleeping in the short pajamas in the summer. He started thinking perhaps he should try the longer one and save this one until summer but thought he might decide to get rid of all this by then so he'd just continue with the current idea. He closed the drawer and jumped into bed. He tried to slide under the covers in his normal fashion but the nightgown stayed put and bunched up under his arms. It took him a while to get it all pulled back down again and finally felt like he was ready to go to sleep. Sleep didn't come as quickly as it normally did though. Jimmy tossed and turned aware of the nightgown he was wearing. Examining how he felt each time he moved, how excited he was to be able to wear this to bed. Exhaustion eventually overcame him and he drifted off to sleep. He woke the next morning and his room was still dark, the winter sun still hadn't risen. He went to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet, lifted his nightgown and pulled down his panties. Before he let the stream go he thought about how girls always have to sit down so he pulled his panties further down and sat on the cold toilet seat. After he finished peeing he pulled up his panties, straightened his nightgown, reached over and flushed the commode. "Jimmy," his mother knocked on his door, "are you going to be ready for breakfast soon?" "Yeah, Mom," he answered feeling a little subconscious about standing there in his nightgown. "I'm going to shower first, I should be there in about fifteen minutes. OK?" "That'll be fine," she responded and walked away. Jimmy pulled off the nightgown, folded it placed it back in the drawer. He peeled off the panties and dropped them in the laundry. He wouldn't wear underwear twice without washing, but other clothes were ok. He walked into the bathroom and began cleaning up for the day. When he came back to his room he hesitated for a few moments standing in front of his dresser with a towel wrapped around his waist. At last he decided. He had enjoyed wearing the nightgown. His parents had given him these things, why shouldn't he do just what they said and find out if he really wanted to wear them. He tossed the towel back in the bathroom door then took the white nylon panties and slipped them on. His hands shook as he glided them over the slippery material. He swallowed and pulled the white tights from the drawer. After experimenting getting his mother's pantyhose on over the last couple years he knew exactly how to do it. He sat on his desk chair and carefully got them started on each of his legs. The tights felt a lot thicker than the pantyhose he had been trying on, but this was interesting. At last he got them up over his knees, stood up and worked them the rest of the way pulling the waistband up to his belly button. He looked down as he wiggled his toes, the tights weren't so dense that he couldn't make out his toes like when he wore socks, but they were definitely tougher to see through than the pantyhose. He looked in the mirror and could see his white panties through them though. He turned and went to the closet. He looked at the yellow skirt and decided that seemed more like spring and bright days to him. Today didn't feel particularly bright. So he pulled the dress with the black and white striped skirt from the hanger. The back had a little button at the collar, he undid it and slipped it over his head. Then reaching behind his head he worked until he got it buttoned again. He pulled the shoes out and slipped his feet into them. He adjusted the strap that crossed over the top of his foot until they felt comfortable. At last he stood in front of his mirror again and smiled. His hair was wrong, it was too short, even for a short girl's cut but that was okay for now because the rest of it looked great! "Jimmy!" his mother's muffled voice came through the door, "You ready for breakfast? It is ready!" "Be right there!" he hollered back. He smoother out his dress and went to see what his parent's reaction would be. "At least this time it's my dress," he told himself as he pulled open the door. Jimmy walked into the kitchen trying to pretend that everything was normal. He was thinking about every move he was making and how it felt to be wearing the dress and the tights and the shoes. He wished the shoes had at least a little bit of a heel to them, he had seen other girls his age wearing shoes with a blocky one inch heel but right now he was grateful for what he had. He walked to his place at the table and carefully sat down tucking his dress under him. "Well, don't you look pretty this morning," his mother had watched him come in. "Thank you," he smiled. "I think my hair is too short though." "Well, yes, I think you are right," she scooped some scrambled eggs on to his plate. "But if you want to let it grow out some it will take time." "I think I might, at least for now," he pulled a couple pieces of bacon from a plate on the table and took a sip of his orange juice. "Good morning, fam..." his father came in and stopped mid-sentence. "Oh, I see you've decided to try the clothes your mother picked out for you. Do they fit okay?" "Everything fits great," Jimmy answered between bites. "Be careful to not get anything on that dress," his mother warned. "I'd hate for it to be ruined the first time you wear it." "OK, I will," Jimmy answered. "So, I need to ask," his father started filling his own plate. "When you are dressed like this should we still be calling you Jimmy? Or do you have another name you would prefer?" Jimmy stopped and looked at his father, then at his mother, finally back at his father again. "I don't know. I haven't thought about that at all. I guess just keep calling me Jimmy." "That's fine," his father started to eat. "But if you change your mind be sure and tell us. And just because you are wearing nice clothes doesn't mean you get to skip your chores, unless you've decided you don't need that money for your computer." "No! I still need that money and I will do my chores," Jimmy affirmed. They talked about what they wanted to do for New Year's Eve that night and then Doug had to leave for work. Nancy kissed him good-bye and sat drinking her coffee as Jimmy got up and went about the kitchen cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Once he got the dishes rinsed off (his mother watched how careful he was not to splash his dress) and placed in the dishwasher, he asked to be excused to go play with his new computer. "What about the trash?" she asked. "The trash?" he looked at the trashcan, the window, and then down at his dress. "Do you need to change clothes before you take out the trash?" she calmly asked him. He stood deciding and she waited. "No," he stood up a little straighter ready to face the challenge. He pulled the bag from the trashcan and tied off the top, got a clean bag and loaded it in. Taking the full bag he went to the back door and after hesitating for a couple moments, pulled the door open and went out into the cold winter day. He was surprised he wasn't colder but the tights seemed to keep his legs warm enough. He crossed the yard and dropped the bag into the larger trash bin. As he turned to go back to the house the wind whipped around the corner and up the back of his dress. "Ooo," he called out in surprise as the wind's icy fingers tickled its way up his spine. He grabbed at his dress pulling it tight against his legs trying to keep it from blowing up and from letting the cold in. He quickly trotted to the door and got inside. "A little windy out there, huh?" his mother asked with a smirk. "Yeah," Jimmy huffed. "I thought I was okay until it started blowing up under my dress." "Well, you are getting to know just what it's like for the girls, aren't you?" "I guess so," he stopped and thought for a moment. "Do you ever get used to it?" "Less surprised by it I guess," she was amazed at his thoughtfulness. "When you plan for the day you decide what to wear. If you are going to be outside a lot on a windy day, maybe a tight skirt instead of a full one. If it is going to be cold, wear tights. If it is going to be hot out, short skirt no hose. Stuff like that." "Yeah," he nodded. "I can see how that makes sense. Not that I have a lot to choose from. Besides, I'm not spending a lot of time outside." "Are you saying you want more clothes already?" his mother pressed. "Have you been wearing your things in your room before now?" "Oh, no," Jimmy answered. "I was just thinking I didn't have a lot of choices and that's ok. Today was the first time I wore it, well I wore my nightgown last night too. But when I picked this to wear today I thought the other one just seemed better for a sunnier day because the colors are kinda bright." "OK, I just don't want you jumping the gun," she explained. "I'm not. Can I go to my room now?" "Sure," she watch him turn and leave. She smiled at the sight of her son disappearing through the doorway in his dress and tights. "What have we done?" she let the words out in a whisper. But she could see he was happy, and he wasn't just taking on a role it seemed but truly finding what he wanted. She glanced at the clock, Doug would not be to work for a few minutes, she needed to call and talk to him. Jimmy had finished loading the free games he wanted and a few other apps. He had made notes about other apps and how much it was going to cost to download them all. "Jimmy, may I come in?" his mother called as she tapped on his door. "Sure," he turned away from his computer as she pushed through the door. "Jimmy, if you are going to wear a dress you need to be sure to keep your knees together." "Oh, sorry," he quickly pinched his legs in. "What's up?" "I've been doing some thinking and I called your father and we talked and well how would you feel if I asked you to put on your regular clothes?" Jimmy's face fell. "Are you taking these away? You don't want me wearing them anymore?" "No! Oh, Jimmy I'm sorry," she reached forward taking hold of both his hands. "I just decided that I thought it would be nice if we had a little New Year's Eve party right here at home. For the party I thought I would buy myself a nice party dress and that we would get you either a nice new suit or a nice party dress, whichever you think you would like. But right now I think it best that you not go to the store with me dressed like that. Some people might not understand how we can let our son dress up like a girl. Someone from your school could see you. I just think we ought to be careful right now." "Oh," Jimmy's eyes lit up again. "So, I can pick out my own dress for tonight's party?" "Yes, if that is what you would like," she smiled. "Yes, very much!" his whole face lit up. "Could I get some shoes with a little heel on them too?" "What's wrong with the shoes you have?" she asked already knowing the answer. "Oh, they're fine," he lifted his feet and looked at them. "I just think if it is a dressy party that I ought to have some dressier shoes to go with the new dress." "I see," she smirked. "OK, you change your clothes and I'll get my things and we'll go so a little shopping." She got up and left the room. Jimmy jumped up and raced to his closet. He quickly got his dress off and hung back up. As he started to push his tights off he stopped. He decided to pull them back up and grabbed a pair of jeans and slipped them on. He liked how easily they slid up his legs over his tights. He found a shirt and pulled it on. Grabbing his sneakers he made a choice to forgo socks over the tights. He decided that nobody would be looking that close at his feet, and since he wouldn't be buying any pants he wouldn't be taking his shoes off. Or if he did, maybe it would be to try on new shoes to go with the dress. A shiver ran up his back. "OK, Mom, I'm ready," he headed for the garage. "It didn't take long for you to decide you wanted a dress for tonight," his mother pointed out as they drove toward the stores. "Yeah," he shrugged. "I started liking it right away, and then since it was for tonight it was easy to decide." "OK, well that is what this is all about," she answered. "You finding out what you are all about and being happy with it." They pulled into the lot and found a space. "First, we are going to look for my dress," she told Jimmy as they entered the mall. "OK, do you know what you want?" he asked. "I've got a pretty good idea," she answered. "I think I'll get a short dress for tonight, probably black, but I might change my mind about that." They walked to a store that specializes in formal and party attire. Together they wandered the racks looking at the various styles, Jimmy wishing he were older so he could wear something as nice as his mother. She selected several dresses and took them to the changing room to try on. While she was in there Jimmy wandered about looking and feeling the dresses that hung on the racks. At last Nancy returned carrying just a single dress. It was dark blue rather than black, sleeveless, the top above the bust was lace as was the back. The skirt was full and short. "Your father will love this one," she told Jimmy as they left the store. "I thought he said he didn't wear stuff like that," Jimmy asked. "No," she laughed, "he likes for me to wear them. That's what I meant." "Oh." "Now, let's see what we can find for you. You still want a dress?" she asked. "Definitely," he began to walk a little faster. "What sort of dress do you think you would like?" she asked as they approached a store with a large selection of children's clothes. "Long, short, what color?" "Um, gee, I don't know," he answered. "I mean I don't want to look like a little girl, y'know like a six year old or something." "OK, we'll just go in and take a look around, if you see something or decide on something specific let me know, ok?" Jimmy nodded. They looked over a lot of dresses, Nancy would sometimes take one off the rack and hold it examining it, then glance down at Jimmy. He would shake his head sometimes, or shrug others. It was slow going. "I don't want white," he whispered to her. "These look like something littler kids wear and white make it look even more so." "OK, no white," she hung the dress back up and moved to another rack. Suddenly he saw it, he touched his mother's arm and nodded in the direction of the dress. "That one?" she asked quietly. He nodded. She walked over and pulled the dress from the rack. I was short, silver sequined mesh dress with two thin straps for the shoulder, the bottom cut to show the tulle skirt underneath one side. Under was a blue dress which matched the thin shoulder straps and a blue satin sash that tied in a large bow at the waist. There were only three of this style left, the blue one was too small, the other two were also silver but instead of blue the dress, bow, straps and tulle were all reddish pink. "The only one in your size is this one," she held the dress out. "I like the blue better," he whispered. "But that is the dress I want. I'll take the red." "It's really closer to pink," she pointed out "I know, but I really like it." She nodded and took it to the cash register. With both dress bags hung over her arm she suggested they get a bite for lunch in the food court. As they finished eating Jimmy told her. "I need to go to the bathroom." "OK, you know it's right over there, hurry back." Jimmy looked around. "I left my tights and panties on. What if someone sees?" Nancy looked at him with a little frustration evident. "I guess you should have thought of that." She thought for a moment. "Well, you live with the decisions you make. You can't go to the ladies room just because of the underwear you have on. Go to the men's pick a stall and hope nobody is nosing around." Jimmy hesitated and finally nodded knowing he wouldn't be able to wait much longer. He turned and went into the bathroom. There were a few people in there, several kids and a couple adults. He looked down the row of stalls then went as far down the line away from the door as he could. He closed and locked the door and stared at the gap that anyone could see through if they came along. He listened and for a moment and it sounded like the other were leaving. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, lifted his shirt so he could reach the top of his tights and pushed them down to just above his knees. He pushed his panties down into the tights. As he sat he heard another man and it sounded like a boy come in. He reached over and pulled his pants up to try and hide the tights and his panty. Just as he got them in place a small eye appeared at the gap in the door staring at him. He looked about three or four. "Hey, Justin, get away from there," he heard the man holler. "Sorry." The boy giggled and ran back to his father. "S'ok," Jimmy called back, his heart racing. Jimmy finished his business but waited to hear the man leave before standing up and getting his panties and tights back into place again. The toilet flushed as he arranged himself so he went to the sink, washed and dried his hands and returned to his mother. "OK, do you want to head home now?" she asked when he returned. "Did you decide no on the shoes?" he pressed. "No, I'd just forgotten," she got up and they went to a shoe store. Nancy found a pair of ivory satin sandals with silver sequins on the straps that she though would look good with the dress. They had a modest one and a half inch heel. Jimmy nodded his approval. "Well, you know what, Jimmy?" he looked up at her, he was carrying his new shoes. "Because of the sales going on, we saved a lot on our dresses and shoes." Jimmy smiled because he thought his mom was happy about that. "I think we ought to do some more shopping. I didn't know how I'd feel about this, I mean I wasn't sure how things would turn out when I shopped for your Christmas present but I am having a lot of fun today. Would you like to shop for some more clothes?" "Yeah," he beamed. He looked to be sure he wouldn't be overheard. "Could I have some regular pantyhose to wear with my dress tonight? I think it would be better than my tights." "Yes," she smiled. "I think you're right, you need nude." They went off around the mall searching for more sales and buying Jimmy more dresses, skirts and tops. She picked up more panties that he pointed out and then they were ready to head home. "We took a lot longer than I thought we would today," she huffed as she quickly walked toward the car. They were both weighed down with bundles. "When we get home I need you to help me with dinner. We'll get our dresses hung up to make sure there are no wrinkles then get started, Ok?" They rushed home and threw all their bags into their bedrooms taking just enough time to get their dresses hung up and then back to the kitchen. Jimmy did everything he could to help his mother get things all set up for their dinner party. He wanted everything perfect and his mom happy for the first party he was getting to attend in his own dress. Once they finished he hurried back to his room and peeled off his pants and tights. He rummaged through the bags until he found the little package with his nude pantyhose. He carefully pulled them on and practically danced over to the bag hanging in the closet. He tore the plastic off and felt goosebumps run over his body. With trembling hands he carefully removed the tiny straps from the hanger and waded through the tulle and satin looking for the opening to pull it down over his head. Once he got it on he managed to adjust the straps so it felt like it sat in just the right place on him. He went back to the bags enjoying the way the dress bounced against his legs as he walked and searched again until he found his shoes. He slipped his feet in then adjusted the seam that ran across the ends of his toes so it was hidden underneath. He went to the mirror and giggled with delight as he looked at the reflection. He heard the garage door going up and raced from his room to his mother's room. She was standing there in a black strapless bra and a black thong applying lipstick. "Oh, Jimmy, don't you look cute!" she praised. "I just heard the garage door, go in the closet and get my dress for me please." Jimmy hurried past her and found the dress hanging separately from the other clothes. She had already pulled it from the bag so he carefully took it from the hanger and returned to his mother. She was just finishing getting her shoes on. "Thanks," she took the dress, unzipped the back and hastily pulled it on over her head. "Please, zip me up, your father will be in in just a moment and I want us to be in the kitchen ready to serve up dinner." She turned and pulled her hair away from the back. Jimmy held the dress and ran the zipper to the top. "Thanks," she quickly checked herself in the mirror and after a quick hair adjustment reached for Jimmy's hand. "OK, Let's go." "Mom, I think you look beautiful," he told her as they started out of the room. "Thank you. You look really pretty too, except you forgot to pull the price tag off your dress," she answered. "I'll clip it when we get to the kitchen." Doug was already in the door as they entered the kitchen. "Wow, don't you look beautiful," he exclaimed. "Is it ok to say you are beautiful, Jimmy? Boys aren't usually referred to that way." "Thank you, Dad," he blushed a little. "I don't really feel too much like a boy right now so it's ok. I wish my hair was longer though because I think it is the only thing that keeps me from looking like a girl." "Well, we'll talk about all that later," his dad answered. "For now, I think I need to change so I can try and look as good as you two." His mother clipped the tag then handed him an apron and put one on herself. They scurried about the kitchen getting everything ready and by the time his father came back they were ready. "So, what is the plan for tonight?" he asked as he finished straightening the tie he put on. "Well, we'll have dinner, of course, then I thought we might go into the living room and put on some music and maybe do a little dancing, then we'll turn on the TV and watch the special until the ball drops in Times Square," Nancy told him. "That sounds great. Maybe you noticed I picked up a bottle of champagne for a midnight toast. Not for you," he looked at Jimmy. "You're still too young but I did get some sparkling apple cider for you." Jimmy grinned. They finished dinner and Jimmy offered to clean up as he donned his apron once again. He bounced around the kitchen putting away leftovers, cleaning off dishes and pans and loading up the dishwasher. After he wiped off the table he pulled off his apron and was pleased to see he hadn't gotten anything on his dress. He went to the living room and stood in the doorway watching his mother dance with his dad for a few moments. He liked watching them as they held each other and swayed to the music. He moved into the room and quietly took a seat on one of the chairs carefully arranging his dress. "Do you want to dance?" his father asked. "I'm just not sure if you want to dance with me or your mother." "No, I'd rather watch you," he told him unsure of whom he would dance with as well. His parents danced a little longer then decided to play a game or two while the party murmured in the background on the TV. They tired of the games after a couple hours and all sat on the couch together watching the television. It was 11:00 when Nancy nudged Doug, "He's had quite a day." Doug looked over and saw Jimmy had fallen asleep. "Should we wake him? Or wait until midnight and wake him for the toast?" "I think we ought to wake him now," she whispered back. "I've had quite a day myself and after midnight I am going to be ready to go to bed." "If you're tired we don't have to wait for the ball to drop," he offered. "I didn't say I was tired." Doug hesitated a moment then turned and placed his hand on his son's bare shoulder, "Jimmy," he shook him lightly. "Jimmy," he spoke a little louder. Jimmy opened his eyes. "Is it time?" "No, it's still about an hour away," him mom explained. "But you probably ought to head off to bed. You've had a really big day." "No," he whined in the sleepy voice all kids have. "I want to see it." Nancy looked over at Doug for a moment, "Ok, tell you what. You go get ready for bed then you can come back, we'll watch the ball drop, we'll have our toast, and then it's straight off to bed. Deal?" Jimmy nodded sleepily and pushed himself off the couch. He wobbled a little on the shoes before he blinked his eyes in an attempt to clear the sleep. Then he stumbled off from the room. "He really seems to like dressing like a girl," Doug spoke softly to Nancy. "You should have seen his face when he picked out that dress. It was love at first sight," she answered. "After that I couldn't help myself, I just had to do more shopping for him. Expect to see him in a lot of skirts and dresses when he is home." "And if he decides to stop suddenly?" he countered. "Maybe the newness wears off and he goes back to behaving like a typical boy, how are you going to feel?" Nancy thought for a while. "Torn," she finally answered. "I kinda liked having a daughter to shop for today, but it will be a lot easier on him if he does give it up." They sat in silence for a moment when Jimmy came back into the room. He had put on his long nightgown and pulled himself back up onto the couch. "I washed my face so I can stay awake," he told them. "Well, I guess I'll get the toasts ready," his father answered and went back to the kitchen. "Is your nightgown comfortable enough?" Nancy asked. "Yeah, it's warm, I feel toasty." Doug returned with three champagne glasses and two bottles. They sat together and watched the timer in the corner of the screen slowly work its way down toward midnight. Jimmy fidgeted around trying to stay awake but eventually it paid off. The timer reached one minute. The people on the television were getting louder. Doug started peeling the foil off one of the bottles and there was a loud pop as he allowed the cork to fire across the room and bounce off the wall. Jimmy was disappointed that there wasn't a stream of bubbles erupting from the bottle like he saw in the movies. Doug opened the other bottle and filled the glasses. The people on the TV were starting the countdown, they all joined in in the living room. "5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year!!" the cried out together. Doug and Nancy hugged and kissed, then they turned and hugged Jimmy. They clinked their glasses together and wished for a successful year ahead. "OK, that's it," Nancy announced. "Everyone off to bed." "I'm awake now!" Jimmy protested. "Well we are ready for bed so you just get going too," his father instructed. "OK," Jimmy stood and began shuffling off toward his room, the ruffle at the bottom of his nightgown flipped about with each step. "Jimmy, we love you," his father called to him. "I love you both, too," he called back. * 5 * Jimmy's desire to dress like a girl didn't falter over the next couple years. He was very careful not to let any of his classmates find out about it as he saw many cases of bullying around him for much lesser transgressions. Most days he would come from school and change clothes putting on a dress or a skirt and blouse. He would do his homework, help his mother with things around the house and play on his computer. When the weather was nice he would often go out to the backyard and enjoy the sun. The summer before he was to start High School his father announced they were going off on a week's vacation to Washington, D.C. They talked about all the museums and monuments and things they would be doing. "Jimmy, do you think you will be able to handle dressing as a boy for a week?" his father joked. "Why?" Jimmy asked. "Well, we'll be staying in a hotel and we won't have a lot of extra room in the luggage to bring clothes for you to wear when we are out and clothes for when we are staying in," he explained. "Why can't I just wear my dresses all the time there?" he asked. "Well, um, because people really probably won't understand this sort of thing," his father tried to explain. "How would they know?" Jimmy returned. "My hair is long enough now that I could have it cut like a girl's. I've tried doing it some and I don't think anyone would know, I could just pretend to be a girl for the whole week." "Are you sure you want to do that?" Nancy probed. "Once you make that decision there won't be any going back while we are there." "I know," he replied. "Well, you think about it real well," his father warned. "We don't leave for a few weeks, you have that long to decide." Jimmy did think about it. He would sit in the hammock in the back yard with the sun on his legs beneath the skirt he wore that day and dreamed of walking the National Mall in a pretty sundress, or climbing the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in his pleated skirt. He was certain it was what he wanted. He thought about every minute of every day. Three days before they left he went to his mother. "Mom, can I ask you some questions?" "Is this about the trip? Have you decided what you want to do?" she calmly responded. "Yes, all I want to take are my girl clothes," he stated without hesitation. "I see," she closed the washer, twisted some knobs and it began its cycle. "Let's have a seat and talk." They went to the living room and sat down. His mother was in jeans and a t-shirt, on this day Jimmy was dressed in a short green skirt and a white blouse. "I have gotten used to seeing you around the house every day and it doesn't seem strange to me at all," his mother started. "Your father doesn't have any problems with it either. We are both concerned about what other people might say or do. Other kids can be cruel. What if we decide to stay at the hotel one day and just sit out at the pool?" "I thought about that," he answered. "I bought a bathing suit." "You probably shouldn't wear a skirt every day, some days you will want to wear pants, or at least shorts. And we will be doing a lot of walking so you need shoes good for walking, not the ones with heels on them like you like." "I know. I tried walking around a whole lot one day and my feet really hurt and I had to stop, so I also got some tennis shoes and a pair of flat sandals." "How much shopping have you been doing?" she asked amazed. "I've saved enough to get a few things, and I rode my bike over to the little strip mall. There are a couple stores there that had the things I needed." "That is too far for you to be riding your bike to," she gasped. "And you just walked into a store and bought a girl's bathing suit?" "I've been there about a dozen times this summer, nothing has ever happened. And I took one of my dresses with me in a bag. I changed near the store where nobody would see then changed again after I left. I don't think the woman at the register would have cared either way." "Well, from now on, please ask me to drive you," she shook her head. "You can use your own money to buy whatever you need but I don't want you riding over there again. Understand?" "Yes, Mom." "OK," she sighed. "Start figuring out what you are taking with you. I'll give you a suitcase for your things. You can take whatever you can fit in it." "Thank you!" he lurched over to her on the couch and wrapped his arms around her neck. "One more thing, can you take me to get my hair cut before we go?" "Are you sure?" "I'll get it cut again before school starts so I can be a boy at school," he promised. "Speaking of which, we can't keep calling you Jimmy in public if you are going to be in a dress. Have you thought about that?" "Yeah, I like the name Michelle actually, but I thought it might be hard to remember so if you wanted to call me Jenny it would be close enough that you could fix it if you said the wrong name." "We will learn, Michelle. And we'll get your hair cut day after tomorrow." Nancy wasn't surprised when the time came to go to the salon. She had suspected how her son was going to deal with asking for a girl's haircut and now she saw it. "OK, Michelle, ready to get your hair done?" "Yup," he was standing there in a yellow blouse, tan skirt and sandals. He had tied his hair back in a high ponytail that almost reached the collar. "Are you wearing a bra?" she realized she could see a bra strap through the blouse. "Most girls my age have breasts," he explained calmly. "I thought I ought to at least have something. I'm not twelve any more. So I bought a padded bra last week. Today is the first time I'm wearing it but I think it helps me pass." "Where's your purse?" she asked. "Purse? I don't have one." "Well, that is something else girls your age have," she pointed out. "Hold on. You can borrow one of mine, I have one that is plain enough that it looks like it could be yours." "Thank you," he took the purse and put his wallet inside. "You are growing up," Nancy sighed. "What happens when you start puberty and your body starts changing? It is going to be a lot harder to pass as a girl then." "I know," he grumbled. "That is why this trip is so important for me to go as Michelle. I want to experience what it might have been like if I had been born a girl because it just seems like I maybe should have been." "Sit down for a minute," she instructed. "A lot of girls your age also start wearing make-up. I'm going to put just a little on you, do your eyes and a little lipstick; that will finish the job you've started." She took only a couple minutes to thicken his lashes, a touch of color on his lids and add a coat of pale pink to his lips. She dropped the items into his purse. "There. Now let's get going and on the ride over I want you to tell me why you think you should have been born a girl." Michelle started talking as soon as they left the garage. "Well, it started just before you caught me wearing your dress that day. Before that I thought maybe I just liked the way your clothes felt. Wearing a dress, well, that made me start wondering about how I don't really have any friends. I don't get along with the other boys, they are always too rough, and they make fun of all the other boys who aren't. And I don't seem to get along with those boys either. And the girls so far don't want to hang around with me. Maybe if I were a girl, well the girls might like me. "Then I got caught, but you and Dad have been terrific about letting me try things out. For a couple years now I have been happier than I could imagine. Once I am at home I become the person I feel like I ought to be. Right now I don't know if Michelle is really who I want to become, or if the person exists between Jimmy and Michelle. I hope this trip helps." "What about dating?" she pushed. "Oh, gawd, I don't know," Michelle responded. "Like I said I really don't have any friends so I don't know yet whether I want to date someone." "I'm afraid that us letting you do this has helped you stay so secluded from everyone else," his mother fretted. "We may have done more harm to you socially than helping. Maybe we let you go too far." "No," Michelle pleaded. "I told you, I am happy. Very happy like this. Things are going to change. I have no control over that." They went into the salon and Michelle asked for suggestions on a cut but wanted to keep the length. They offered to cut the front to better frame the face and just to a trim to the back to even it out. When it was done Michelle was very pleased. He looked at his reflection and between the cut and the make-up he felt like he looked more like a girl ready to start high school that he felt like. His mother surprised him further by suggesting they both have mani- pedis. He hugged her and they sat and were pampered for the next hour. When they got in the car he looked down at the shiny pink toenails and wiggled them. He looked at the matching fingernails and grinned at his mom. "Why did you go with pink?" she asked as she maneuvered the car back to the street. "Well, I felt it was a good color for me, at least the lipstick you gave me seemed to work so why not my nails?" "Good enough for me," she flashed her red nails. "Mom, do you think we'll be going out to a nice dinner some time while we are away?" "Probably." "Do you think we could stop by the mall?" "Sure, why?" "I want to see if I can find a nice dress to take," he explained. "I can't wear that silver dress, it's too young for me now. And I don't have anything else that would be dressy enough for a nice restaurant." "Do you have any money?" "Yeah, I still have something left." "OK," she signaled and moved toward the mall. They wandered around the stores, Michelle and Nancy both looked at dresses in several places. They would try on a few but neither found THE dress. At last Michelle came out in a simple black dress. It had a modest V-neck, ? length sleeves, a short full skirt and a belt. "It might be a little warm for those sleeves," his mother suggested. "Maybe, but I think the fabric is light enough that I'll be ok," he turned looking in the mirror. "It's the first one that seems right, but I have a problem. I'm about $10 short. Could I get an advance on my allowance?" "You've spent a lot on money on clothes. You are going to be growing out of them before you get to wear them all, are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. Michelle nodded. "Fine, I'll tell you what, I'll give you $50 against your future allowance. Enjoy this, because when you turn 16 you'll need to look for a part time job, you'll be old enough." Michelle nodded vigorously and went and hugged his mother. He paid for his dress, and after a few more stops his mother decided she wasn't going to find anything she really liked. They went home. * 6 * They all had a wonderful time on their vacation. Michelle did indeed get to walk the National Mall, and the steps of the Lincoln Memorial dressed in a sundress. The day they went to the Zoo he chose to wear a pink blouse with black shorts. They ate at a very nice restaurant in Georgetown and he wore his new black dress. They spent a day at the pool. Michelle came down in a one-piece bathing suit with straps that crossed his back, the suit had a padded bust so it maintained the illusion of small breasts. He also wore a large scarf tied around his hips, knotted to the side. Mostly he lounged by the pool afraid to remove the scarf but when everyone else left for lunch he got in the pool for a few minutes. "Jimmy," his father addressed him once they were back home. "I am very proud of you. You purported yourself like a perfect young lady while we were away. I was quite amazed. But, now it's back to Earth. You'll be starting school in a couple weeks and you need to address a few things. Your hair, your body." "My body?" "Yes, you may not have noticed but your bathing suit left a crisscross tan line on your back and I'll bet you have an interesting pattern on your chest as well. You are going to have to try evening that out before you change clothes in gym class or someone is going to notice." "Oh, I hadn't realized," he paled a little thinking about it. "Thanks, Dad." Jimmy tried doing several things with his hair before he finally conceded that it would have to be cut. He took some scissors and cut the front enough that it wasn't obvious that it was a girl's cut and then went to get it trimmed into a decent look that would work for a boy. He did manage to leave the length so he was happy about that. He also spent the days trying to tan his back evenly. He hated laying in the backyard, usually in his black shorts but no shirt which made him feel completely wrong. On the last day he looked and he could barely make out the lines but he felt it was because he knew they were there. He went to bed that night almost in tears. He clutched at his nightgown as he silently bid Michelle good-bye. * 7 * Three weeks into the new school year Jimmy had fallen into a regular pattern. Most of the freshmen were harassed by the upper classmen so his peers paid little attention to him. He occasionally got pushed into a locker as he tried to swap books out but nothing bad happened. And his luck was holding in gym class as well. He was sitting at a table in the cafeteria at lunch working on his Algebra homework from class that morning when a couple girls he recognized from his previous school sat down a couple seats away. He didn't know their names and that was okay because they wouldn't know his either. "Boys are such idiots," one told the other. "Of course they are," the other answered, "but what has got you so mad today?" "This goofball in second period tied my dress to the bar on the seat so when class was over I pulled the desk over and I went down with it, I was humiliated. He and his friends stood there laughing their butts off." "They think they are so funny, I wish we could get back at them." Jimmy shook his head in agreement without thinking about it. One of the girls caught the motion but misinterpreted it. "You think they were funny?" she accused. "Huh?" he looked up. "Me? No, I don't think they are funny at all. I'd never do anything like that." "Yeah, because you we might kick your ass," the other added. "Don't be mad at me," he told them. "I didn't do it, I'm more on your side that anything." "What makes you say that?" blond girl asked. "Yeah, why do you think you are on our side?" brunette finished. "I don't know, I just usually get picked on too," he tried to go back to his homework. "I think I remember you from last year," the brunette went on. "You were always a loner there too. Everyone thought you were weird." Jimmy just shrugged and continued to work a problem. The girls just looked at each other for a moment. One nodded and they moved closer, the brunette took the seat beside Jimmy, the blond took the one on the opposite side of the table. "So, are you?" the blond asked. "Am I what?" Jimmy sighed and closed the book using his pencil as a bookmark. "Weird!" the brunette confirmed. "I don't know," Jimmy shrugged. "I guess it depends on what you call weird." "Why don't you have any friends?" the blond inquired. "Most of the boys would rather pick on me than be a friend. I don't like sports and I don't like seeing other kids being picked on. The other boys that get picked on I don't really get along with them either. None of the girls ever wanted to talk to me either. So, I just got used to being by myself." "That's sad," the blond answered. "Well, I'm Melanie, Mel for short. This is Lisa." "I'm Jimmy," he smiled at them both. "Don't think we want to be friends," Lisa added. "But we are talking to you and we'll see if we want to talk to you again." "OK, I get it," he answered. "So, he really tied your dress to a desk? And you didn't feel him doing it?" "Look," Lisa stood up and turned. She was wearing a short dress that had a tie at the waist. It was tied in a bow in the back and the ends hung down more than a foot. "Oh, it does look like there is enough to do that without pulling on them," he commiserated. "That's not the half of it," Mel went on. "Some of them snap our bras, or try and look up our skirts on the stairs, and some are even nasty enough to try and flip them up while we are on the stairs. Boys have it so easy." "Well, it isn't that easy for all of us," Jimmy explained. "We get pushed around, they do other things to embarrass us. Sometimes I wish I had been born a girl." The words were out before he realized what he was saying. He quickly looked at them to see what their reactions were. "Really?" Lisa asked. "If you only knew you might not be so quick to want to." "Yeah," Mel added. "Wearing a bra all the time, two piece bathing suits, shoes that hurt your feet that you wear to look nice, boys doing all the things we've been talking about." "And don't forget that once a month visit we have to deal with," Lisa finished. "OK, I can't say I've had to deal with all that but I think if I were a girl I might have had more friends. I mean look, you two decided to talk to me and maybe we won't talk again, but I hope we do. I think you two are pretty nice." The warning bell rang announcing classes would start again in five minutes. "Mel, Lisa, it has really been nice talking to you. If you want talk again, I'd like that, if not I understand," Jimmy picked up his books and went off to his class. The girls just looked at each other. The next day Jimmy sat down and before he could crack his books to work on homework Lisa and Mel sat down on the opposite side of the table from him. "We decided you are weird, but it is a kind of weird that we like," Lisa explained. "OK!" Jimmy grinned. He'd hoped they would come back because he liked talking to them and was glad they decided he wasn't just another of the stupid boys they seemed to like talking about. Today the talk turned to getting to know each other a bit. It turned out the girls lived across the street from each other about three blocks from him. They compared class schedules, talked about siblings: Lisa had an older brother and a younger sister, Mel was an only child like him. Each thought the other was lucky. When the lunch was finished they agreed to meet at the same spot the next day for lunch. School changed a lot of Jimmy after that. He had friends. * 8 * Months passed and Jimmy, Mel and Lisa became fast friends. That actually led to Jimmy making more friends, most of them girls but a few boys as well. He started making plans to do things with them on weekends and after school some days. It didn't change things when he was at home though, when he was there he still spent time wearing his girl clothes. He wondered if a day might come that he would feel he could share his secret with Mel and Lisa. Then something happened that he had been dreading. His voice started cracking, he woke in the night screaming from cramps in his legs from growing pains. It was all hitting him at once. Over the next several months he got several inches taller, his body began filling out and growing hair. He sometimes woke at night the result of a wet dream and would have to get a clean pair of panties and nightgown. He found the whole ordeal embarrassing. He talked about it with Mel and Lisa in hushed tones during lunch afraid of being overheard. He spared them certain details, like about the wet dreams, but talked about all the other problems. They shared details of their own adventures like how their nipples itched or ached as their breasts began to develop, and how embarrassing it was the first time they got their period. "It's funny, Jimmy," Lisa told him. "I never thought I would talk to a boy about this stuff. Sometimes I just forget you aren't one of the girls." "I know!" Mel chimed in. "I feel the same way. There have been times that I have thought he ought to come shopping with us but then I remember and think it would be boring for you." Jimmy just nodded as he listened. He wanted to tell them he would really love to go shopping with them. He wanted to tell them Michelle would like to go. He kept his mouth shut. "Mom," Jimmy called from his room one afternoon. "What's up, dear?" she came into his room and found him with clothes scattered all around the room. He had on a bra that looked like it was almost cutting into his skin, his panties weren't as tight but still were tighter than they needed to be. "I can't get into almost anything anymore," he whined. "It's all too tight, or too short." "I warned you this would probably happen one day," she commiserated. "What are you going to do?" "I wondered if you might have something I could wear tonight," he pleaded. "I'm a little taller than you now but I think you might have something that would fit me better than this. I've started getting my money saved again but I don't have enough to do any real shopping yet. Not enough to replace this." Nancy stood and looked around. She spotted the silver dress he wore that New Year's Eve lying on the bed, his purple LOVE nightgown not far from it. He hadn't been able to wear them for a long time. "What about the dress you bought for dinner in DC?" she asked. Jimmy got up, went to the closet and pulled it out. He threw it on and turned. "Look! It's so tight and short," he turned his back and bent over slightly. Nancy saw his panties peek out beneath the hem. "Well, it's a shame to let these clothes go to waste. We'll get them all bagged up and donate them. They're still in good shape, someone will get a good use out of the