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Back In Skirts Part Two:
So everything seemed to me almost to be in slow motion. I would never
normally be able to tell you what my mother or sister were wearing. But
this was a day I would never forget. Trudy was wearing ripped jeans, a
sleeveless white tee shirt and white trainers and Mum was wearing a
leopard skin bodycon dress over a pair of fishnets and black 3 inch
stilettos.
"This shopping trip is about you my little gothic princess." Mum said
hugging me "Or are you my little China Doll? You look and feel so
fragile."
I felt so fragile.
Obviously I was wearing my white bra, panties, petticoat and semi opaque
white pantyhose but over this I wearing my black bodycon dress with a lace
trim. In fact it was not so much a lace trim, as an outer layer of black
lace over a silky inner dress. The inner part of my dress felt similar to
the petticoat I was wearing under it. I also had my black wig on. It was
tied into two ponytails with red ribbons. I was wearing pale make up
which was offset by my scarlet lipstick and fingernails or rather
fingernail extensions. I was wearing 6 inch black wedge platform shoes.
Mum had coached me in how to walk in them advising me to take smaller
steps and keep more upright with my shoulders back like I was showing off
my breasts. She coached me in going up and downstairs and told me to be
careful standing up after putting my shoes on.
But as I stepped out of the front door I stumbled and had to grab hold of
Mum to stop myself from falling over. A wave of panic swept over me.
Normally I was quite secure on my feet but I felt now like a sudden gust
of wind could blow me over.
And it was windy. I felt the wind lift the hem of my dress.
I felt at that moment like a thousand eyes were watching me yet the truth
was probably that no-one even saw me or at least that no-one saw a boy
dressed as a girl leave the house with his Mum and sister. A surge of
adrenaline ran through me as I minced down the street and I told myself
this was neither a dream nor a nightmare, I was really doing what few men
had done, walking down the street dressed as a woman. At that moment my
sister looked at me and said "Julianne is a natural!"
I blushed. I felt humiliated again. It was degrading for me to be
dressed as a girl. I knew that Trudy meant I was walking like I was born
in heels and seemed quite comfortable dressed as a woman although I was
born male and I could hear that in the four words she actually said and
thought the whole street could hear that to. Again the truth was that
anyone overhearing her would not know who Julianne or what "a natural"
meant.
Mum just smiled.
We got to the department store in town and went to the Ladies section. I
would not normally go near the Ladies section because I was afraid people
would think I was a transvestite but now I was dressed like a girl I
sashayed confidently over with Mum and my sister. It was funny how
becoming what I feared becoming, a boy in women's clothes, I was no longer
afraid of being seen in the Ladies section of the store. We met with a
beautiful blonde lady shop assistant in the dress department who asked
"Hello, I'm Laura, how may I help you Ladies?"
I felt exhilaration again.
I had not been spotted. Laura thought I was a woman.
Trudy then said "We have come to get a dress for my twin."
Laura, who was wearing a white blouse and a black pencil dress, looked
puzzled as if to ask why my sister did not refer to me as her twin sister
and my Mum mischievously said "I have only one daughter."
But she didn't say whether Trudy or Julianne was her real daughter.
"One of your daughters here is really a boy?" Asked the Laura, pretending
to feign surprise, "And yet they both look so feminine I would think you
had twin daughters."
I was sure from the way she winked at me that she knew it was me, but
apart from the wink, Laura didn't let on whether she had worked out if I
was a boy or if she thought my sister was.
Mum liked me in black and I wound up being bought a substantial Ladies
gothic wardrobe over that and subsequent shopping trips.
When we got home from that first shopping trip I guess Mum started to feel
a bit guilty about taking me out shopping dressed as a girl until she
heard me tease Trudy and say "I bet Laura thought you were a boy you look
so ugly and scruffy."
Mum realised then that I was starting to think like and become a girl.
She had two daughters now. I was hitting my sister with bitchy remarks
now instead of my fists.
I was told my punishment for this was that I would have to now share a
bedroom with my sister until Mum had had my room redecorated. Whilst I
shared a room with my sister I would have to dress as a girl so my sister
would feel more comfortable about sharing a room with her brother.
So now I started to dress like a goth girl all the time. I no longer
needed a wig as my hair had now grown out like my sister's. We didn't
share makeup or clothes as my sister didn't go for the goth look but we
grew a lot closer as sisters than we had been as brother and sister. We
started to laugh at things that Mum wouldn't get and developed a really
deeper bond.
When by the end of term my room was finally ready to see I could not
believe my eyes. Mum had really cranked up the goth girl thing. It had a
black chandelier, a pink sofa with black cushions, a black carpet, a pink
bedspread, pink curtains with a black lace trim and pink and black
cupboards.
I realised then that my boyhood was over and I was going to spend the rest
of my teenage years as my Mum's gothic princess.
Mikhaela
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