Taylor Takes Ballet Part 7
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On the way to the salon, I felt a need to go to the bathroom and
quickly realized that I had a dilemma. I obviously couldn't go into
the boys restroom dressed this way! I would probably get beat up.
But then what if I used the girls restroom, and someone realized that
I wasn't a girl? Couldn't I get in trouble for that too? I decided
to whisper this to my sister Courtney, who suggested that since I was
wearing makeup, my hair style was brushed over to the side that made
it look more feminine, and obviously the way I was dressed, in tights,
Uggs, and a girl's pink sweatshirt - I would be fine in the girl's
restroom. I took her advice, but boy was I scared! I figured it
would be best if I got in and out as quickly as I could, although I
did decide to do a quick change into a pair of my new panties while I
was in there. So, after doing my business, I quickly changed into the
panties, grabbed my old boy underwear, pulled up my tights and shorts,
and tossed the old underwear in the garbage on my way out. There were
a few girls at the sink, fixing their makeup and chatting, and I
didn't want to even stop in case they discovered me! My heart was
beating a mile a minute when I came out and met back up with my
friends. I told Ashley that I had changed into a pair of my new
panties. "Cool, which ones did you pick?" "The orange ones, I love
that color. And you're right - wearing my boy underwear made it feel
like something was off. I feel so completely feminine now, it's so
wonderful!" With that, we entered the salon.
Tiffany offered to pay for getting my nails done, so I decided to take
her up on the offer. Since the white tights that I was wearing were
convertible, I was able to remove my Uggs and slide my feet through
the holes in the bottom to expose my feet, without having to
completely remove my tights which would have been a pain! Also I
loved wearing them and didn't want to take them off for that reason.
Well, I have to tell you - I never understood why girls always got so
excited about getting their toenails done, until I got to experience
it myself. Wow! What a pleasurable experience. I had to roll the
tights up my legs a bit because they took my feet and submerged them
in hot water. I was in heaven as they filed, shaped, and rubbed the
balls of my feet and toenails. "What color would you like, miss?"
she asked which snapped me from my trance. "Oh, just clear please,
thank you." "Are you sure you wouldn't like to try a color? I have a
new light purple which would look so nice against your skin complexion
and I could do your fingernails in a matching color if you'd like."
"No thank you, just clear. Maybe next time!"
I wasn't sure what to do about the wet nails when we got up to leave.
I was afraid that if I pulled the footed tights over them, I would
ruin the tights with the nail polish. I also didn't want to slip my
feet into my brand new Uggs with the wet polish. None of the other
girls was wearing a leotard and tights, and most of them were wearing
sandals with the toes open in front (Courtney told me they were simply
called open toed sandals, duh!). "I know what we can do!" said
Tiffany. "I bought a really cute new pair of sandals while you were
trying on the Uggs. Why don't I put on my new sandals, and you can
wear the shoes I'm wearing? I think we're the same size!" I looked
at her shoes; they were silver sandals with a small heel; the straps
had sparkly jewels on them with a large diamond in the middle where
the straps crossed. Unlike my Uggs, they were super girly but what
the heck, I thought. I'm already wearing makeup, lip gloss and nail
polish, a leotard with built-in bralette, panties, tights and girl
shorts and a pink sweatshirt. In for a penny, in for a pound - is
that the expression? "OK, thanks Tiff, I'll give it a try but there's
a little bit of a heel which I might have a hard time with."
I slid into Tiffany's sandals and actually the walking was not too
hard. I had secretly tried on much higher heels a few times at home
and practiced walking in them; these were pretty low by comparison.
"Hmm, it looks like our girl has done some practicing, doesn't it
girls?" said Ashley. "Oh yes, Taylor - you walk so well in them!
You're even wiggling your hips and don't look now but I think you've
gotten the attention of those cute boys over there." "Stop, Ashley.
You all are so pretty, I'm sure they're checking you out, not me!"
"Well, don't sell yourself short sweetie. You are a knockout!" How
many times was I going to be embarrassed today?
It was finally time to leave the mall, and with the exception of my
sister we all decided to go over to Tiffany's house. I had a hard
time getting used to the sight of me walking in my friend Tiffany's
sandals, with my shiny sparkly toes sticking out the front and wearing
all girl clothing down to my panties, and carrying two armfuls of
shopping bags containing MY shoes including Uggs, fluffy pink
slippers, and flats, and an assortment of panties. All of that, plus
the intoxicating smell of the makeup and lip gloss that I was wearing,
was simply overwhelming. I felt so emotionally drained and was happy
to join the girls for a hang out at Tiffany's place.
Our Uber driver dropped Courtney off at home; she kissed me on the
cheek and said goodbye to the girls, and said she'd let mom know that
I was going to Tiffany's house and probably wouldn't be home for
dinner. We walked thru the front door of her house, which was a huge
mansion in the nicest part of town, and her whole family was sitting
in the living room including her mom and dad, and her brother Kevin.
"Hi girls," her mom called out. Her dad and brother gave a quick look
in our direction and waved and said hi, and went back to watching the
baseball game that was on TV.
"How was your shopping day? Let me come over and see how you look
Taylor." I guess Tiffany had told her about meeting me at the Danskin
store that day, so I braced myself to see how she would react. "Ooh,
I can see the girls took really great care of you today, you look
lovely dear! Are those Tiffany's shoes you're wearing? It's nice to
have girlfriends the same size as you, that way you can trade outfits
when you need to! They look really cute on you, as does the rest of
your outfit!" She was really oogling over me which I enjoyed, but her
brother was starting to look over - I guess we were making too much
noise and distracting him from the game. "Come on girls, let's go up
to my room," said Tiffany. "OK," said her mom, "let me know if you
girls need anything. Will Taylor and Ashley be staying for dinner?"
"Yes, if it's OK," said Tiffany, so it was settled.
We walked through Tiffany's house, which was the biggest and most
beautiful home I'd ever seen, and finally got to her bedroom and I
couldn't believe how big it was! There were 2 rooms and a big, 4
poster bed and its own bathroom. It was decorated really girly, with
pink walls and ballet photos and paintings hanging everywhere. She
noticed me looking around in amazement. "Let me show you my favorite
part of the room, Taylor!" She opened the closet door, and we walked
into a room that was as big as my bedroom! "On this side, I keep all
my dresses. Here are the fancy ones, for when I have an event, then
some more casual dresses in the middle. I hang all my skirts at the
end so they don't get wrinkled. On the other side I have my blouses
and slacks." The closet must have gone back 15 feet on each side!
"Wow you have more clothes than a department store!" I said. "Yeah,"
said Ashley. "It's so fun coming to Tiffany's house to play dress up.
If I'm wondering whether a dress style will look cute on me, all I
have to do is drop by Tiffany's and try it on buying it online,
because I'm always pretty sure she'll have something on the rack
that's similar!"
We continued the tour. "Here, Taylor - let me show you my ballet
stuff, which I know you'll like!" At the end of the closet were a few
dressers. "The dresser on the left is the ballet dresser, here let me
show you," and she opened the drawers to a colorful selection of
leotards, tights, skirts and wraps, tutus and shoes. "Like I always
tell Ashley, you can come over any time if you want to borrow
something, it's kinda absurd that I have all this stuff that never
gets used. Even if I'm not home, my parents know that if Ashley shows
up that she probably wants to borrow a dress or some heels, and you're
welcome any time too!"
"Show him the other dresser, Tiffany," said Ashley. Tiffany smiled
and led me by the arm to the dresser against the far wall, "OK, so I'm
a little embarrassed but I'll just come out and say it - I'm a
lingerie addict!" "You can say that again," teased Ashley. "OK, so
in the top drawer are my panties. You can see that I'm a bit of a
neat freak! I like to store them rolled up and organized first by
style, and then by color, and I follow the colors of the rainbow."
Ashley rolled her eyes and we all giggled. "I'd say that OCD would be
a little closer to the truth than neat freak!" I said. Wow, there
must have been 100 pairs of panties, which filled up the top 2
drawers.
The two drawers on the other side of the dresser contained her tights,
stockings, garter belts, pantyhose, and knee-highs. Again, she had
them rolled up, and organized by color. "They're also organized by
denier!" said Ashley. "What's that mean?" I questioned. "Taylor, you
have so much to learn, hon," said Tiffany. "The denier measures the
thickness of your hose. The white ballet tights that you're wearing
now are very thick, and so they have a higher denier, probably about
80." She handed me an ultra-sheer pair of white pantyhose and told me
to unroll them. "You see how much more sheer those are? They're
probably about a 10 denier. You would wear those with your dressiest
outfits, while the thicker tights are worn as a more casual look, and
also to keep your legs warmer in winter." "OK, I get it," I said.
"So for ballet, are we required to wear the thicker tights?" "For
leotards, yes - you will usually wear tights like the ones you have
on. I sometimes like to wear some higher-quality department store
tights, like Wolford or DKNY, for ballet, just because the fabric is
so much more luxurious than typical ballet tights. Here, you can
borrow a pair of my black Wolfords and see if you like them, but I'm
afraid once you try them you'll never go back, because they're really
comfortable but really expensive too!" She handed me a new pair that
was still in the package, and yes I could see what she meant - they
were $30 for one pair! "My mom will never let me spend this much
money on tights, are you sure you want to give them to me?" "Yes,
take them - I have more tights than I can ever wear in both our
lifetimes!"
"Sometimes, for ballet you can also wear more sheer tights or
pantyhose," said Ashley. But usually only if you are wearing a
special costume. I played the "ice queen" in last year's show, which
required me to wear a white dress and very sheer white pantyhose."
"You should have seen her, Taylor - she was so sexy" said Tiffany. "I
feel like such a novice, but I'm so glad to have friends who can show
me the ropes, thanks you two!" I said. "Ashley, I'm sure you were so
beautiful in your costume!"
Tiffany had an entire dresser devoted to her other lingerie - baby
dolls, nightgowns, teddies, tap pants, camisoles, merry widows, slips,
pajamas...I was getting an education on what everything was called.
"My boyfriend Rob bought some of it for me, that's all he ever buys me
on my birthday. Boys!" she said in an exasperated tone. "Don't get
me wrong, I love dressing up sexy for him, in a teddy, garter belt and
stockings - I can get him to do whatever I want when I dress up that
way," she said. "But he has such a one track mind!" I'm sure she was
right; Tiffany was the hottest girl in our class. I couldn't believe
I was in her bedroom, having an intimate conversation with her about
her boyfriend. I'm not sure what was happening to me, but it felt so
oddly natural to me, and it seemed that way to the other girls too.
"Hey Taylor," said Ashley. "If you want, you could join us sometime
for one of Tiffany's legendary "dress up" parties, where we sneak some
booze into the house and go crazy trying on her outfits, it is just so
much fun!" "That's OK," I said, although I secretly wished that I
would get a chance to.
Suddenly, Tiffany's mom called us down for dinner. I panicked,
realizing the embarrassment of being dressed in my leotard and tights
in front of her dad and brother. "They're cool, don't worry about it
Taylor." She was right, the men barely even looked at me while the
game was on, although I caught her brother Kevin looking at me a few
times, and when I looked back at him he would quickly turn his head
away. What a strange kid, I thought. But I could tell that he and
Tiffany really loved each other from the way they were talking; he was
only one year older than her, so they were close in age, and seemed to
get along really well. I did think it was nice that he got along with
his younger sister.
We were having so much fun, I didn't realize it had gotten late.
Ashley had planned to sleep over, and Tiffany suggested I stay as
well, which my mom said was fine when I texted her. The only problem
was that we had ballet class early the next morning (a Saturday) and
it would have been in the complete opposite direction for me to go
home before class. As I expected, Tiff offered to lend me a fresh
leotard and give me a pair of panties that she hadn't worn yet, and I
had the Wolford tights which she had also given me, so I was all set.
Tiffany also offered to lend me something to sleep in; I helped myself
to her closet and picked out a shorts set. When I came out of the
closet, the girls were taking off their clothes, and so I apologized
and turned to go towards the bathroom. "Nonsense, Taylor. With all
the costume changes that we sometimes have to go through during a
ballet performance, you're going to have to get used to being around
girls wearing nothing but their bras and panties, so you might as well
start now!" That seemed to make sense, so I removed my sweatshirt,
leotard, and shorts; I decided to keep my tights on, since I was a bit
cold. The pajamas I chose were a dark purple color, and were made of
a material that felt very soft, like satin. The top was short-sleeved
and buttoned up in front; after fumbling with the buttons for a few
minutes (they were on the wrong side!), I had the top on. It was
really cute, with pink embroidery on the collar and cuffs. The shorts
matched, and had the same flowered embroidery around the cuffed legs.
I had picked some fluffy slippers in a color that matched, and with my
white tights underneath I felt comfy and warm.
Ashley and Tiffany had put on similar baby dolls that were ultra
feminine; Tiff's was pink and Ashley's was yellow, and they each had
matching fuzzy slippers that were similar in style to mine. We laid
out three sleeping bags on the floor close to each other, and put on a
movie - it was "27 Dresses" which the girls had seen before, I had
not. We snuggled up close to each other while we watched the movie,
and shared a big bowl of popcorn that her mom brought in for us.
"Good night, girls" she said, and kissed each of us on the cheek and
turned and left the room.
When I woke up, I thought for a moment that I was in a dream. The
first thing I noticed before opening my eyes was a strong and really
pleasant smell of perfume. I slowly opened my eyes and it was surreal
seeing my legs, encased in white tights, and scanning up my body
remembering the purple satin girl pajamas that I wore. On either side
of me were Tiffany, whose legs were tangled up in my white tights, and
Ashley, on whose chest my head rested. Tiffany's arm was draped
around my waist. Just a few days ago, I would have dreamed of waking
up next to either of these hot girls; now, as I slowly awoke with
them, there was nothing sexual about it. The thought of fooling
around with either of them at that moment would not have crossed my
mind. It was more like they were my sisters, and I didn't want to
move because I didn't want either of them to wake up - I would have
stayed in this position all day if I could. Shortly though, Ashley
started to stir and realized my head was resting just below her
breast.
"Good morning sweetie," she proclaimed, somewhat groggily. I thought
she would jump when she noticed the position of my head, but instead
she simply stroked my hair and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Did you
have sweet dreams last night, Taylor?" she said mischievously.
Tiffany rolled over and gave us both a good morning kiss. "Good
morning, girlfriends!" she said. "Taylor, I'm so glad you joined us
for the sleepover, I'm so happy that we're becoming friends and can't
wait to get you dolled up for your first day of ballet as one of the
girls! Let's get to it, we have a lot to do and class starts at
10:00; Miss Ellen gets really mad if any of the girls are late!"
"We should be able to get ready pretty quick, right?" I said. The
girls just looked at me and giggled in response. "Taylor, you have a
lot to learn, hon" said Tiffany. "The first thing I wanted to ask you
about - you don't have much leg hair, so it will be fine if you're
wearing some of the thicker ballet tights. But if you have to wear a
more sheer pair of tights, like the Wolfords that you're going to wear
today, well even a small amount of leg hair looks a little less -
feminine. Do you mind if Ashley and I help you shave your legs as
we're getting ready? Also we want your makeup to be just perfect
today, so that's going to take some time. And we have to decide on
which of my leotards you're going to wear. And..." "OK, slow down
Tiff!" I said. "One thing at a time! First of all - I think you're
right, even though I don't have much body hair yet, I was thinking
that I was going to be really self-conscious if any hair showed
through my tights; it's just that I've never shaved my legs before, so
I'm afraid that I'll end up looking like I ran a belt sander over them
if I try to do it on my own, so yes I'll take you up on the offer to
help." "Cool," said Ashley. "Let's get showered up and then meet
back in Tiffany's bathroom after; Taylor, you can use the bathroom in
Jessica's bedroom down the hall, she's away at college." With that, I
grabbed a towel and headed down the hall to shower.
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