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BUILDING A WARDROBE -or- KNOW'ST ME NOT BY MY CLOTHES? John could hear laughter in another room as he struggled to open his eyes. His blurry surroundings were a bit off. He was in the living room, on the couch and the sun was shining in the east facing windows. He sat up, wiped the spittle from his cheek and pulled the crocheted blanket off. When he could think more clearly, he recognized the laughter was coming from his mother and Rose and, someone else - a guy.... It was Ed's voice. What time was it? He checked the cable box. It was 6:10. Why was Ed here? They weren't leaving till 8:30. He stood and gathered his bearings. The thin, soft romper that seemed so awkward last night, was a wonderfully comfortable thing to wake up in, but his hair was everywhere! And there was so much of it! Shit! He was supposed to wear a hair net every night! Damnit! Jan would kill him if she found out. But - first things first: Go find out why Ed was here so early. They were in the screened-in room, sitting around the large, round table that sat in the center of the room, drinking coffee and eating pieces of a large, Swedish coffee ring that was oozing raspberry and lemon fillings. "Oh! I'm sorry!" Marilyn said as she saw her unkempt son wandering barefoot and zombie-like into the room. "I was going to let you sleep till 7:00." Ed jumped up and pulled a chair out and guided John to it. As Ed pushed the chair in for him, John squinted through the hair that fell in his face. He was confused, both by his struggle to become fully awake and Ed's gallantry. When Ed casually kissed John's hand before taking his own seat, John squinted at his mother and Rose who both replied with raised eyebrows and smirks. What the heck!? "Aren't you a sight, this morning?" Marilyn teased as John struggled to keep his untamed hair away from his face. "I fell asleep without my hairnet, last night. If I don't have it Looking right for rehearsal, Jan will be mad." "If Stacy ever finds out," Rose giggled, "she'll murder you - literally." She, of course, looked radiant, even at this ungodly hour. John smiled at the joke and made a show of pushing the hair to the back of his head. "It's like I have a rat's nest on my head. What a mess." Marilyn and Rose giggled, but Ed just smiled and said, "I think you look great," then he blushed, just a bit, at his brazenness. Marilyn looked from her son's oddly-behaving friend to her similarly oddly-behaving son and leaned, so that she could speak to the latter, quietly. "Close your robe," she whispered. John, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, glanced down to see that his rumpled, lavender kimono was wide open, revealing the sheer, aqua sleep romper beneath. He wasn't sure if Ed could, or not, but John could see plainly, the impression of his nipples sitting perkily beneath. At first, he gave an amused scoff and smiled in Rose's direction, but then he glanced at Ed and he noticed that Ed's attention was alternating between John's chest and his face. In spite of the fact that John knew he'd done the same thing a million times and that it was, more than likely, just harmless, human nature, it made him just slightly uncomfortable and, without any comment or commotion, he shifted himself in the chair and pulled the kimono closed. Marilyn cut a piece of the coffee ring and served it to John, and Rose poured him a cup of coffee. "Oh, my God, this is delicious!" John exclaimed as he took a delicate nibble of the coffee ring. "Where did this come from?" The pastry was fresh and rich with butter and sugar. "I went to Anderson's and picked it up, this morning." Ed was obviously pleased by John's reaction. "Anderson's? In Harwichport?" That was a pretty good distance from Hyannis. You went there this morning? Why?" Ed seemed confused. The reason seemed obvious. "Because I thought you'd like it," he shrugged. "I was there when they opened at 5:30 so it would be nice and fresh for you." "Oh, Ed," Rose patted his shoulder, "that's so sweet. Isn't that sweet, Bebe?" "Who's 'Bebe'?" Ed asked. "It's short for Bianca," Marilyn said. John, however, was perplexed by his friend's behavior. "Umm... thanks, Ed. That was very nice of you." "I'll go lay out your clothes for today, honey," Marilyn said as she rose. "Oh, don't forget," Ed said, "we're going to see 'Jaws' at the Showcase in Falmouth after rehearsal." John had, in fact, forgotten that he and Ed had planned to go see the classic Spielberg film that was filmed on Martha's Vineyard on the big screen that night. Marilyn stopped. "What's this, then?" "Oh," John looked at his mother, then at Rose. "Ed and I made plans to go see 'Jaws' tonight." "Oh," Marilyn said, "I'm not sure about that, dear. Falmouth is a long ride, it's late on a work night and, to be honest, Ed is an older man..." John was confused. "Mom - Ed's about six months older than me. So what?" "Ed," Marilyn shook her head, "I'm sorry to have to have this conversation in front of you." She turned back to John, "First - Ed is six months older than John - who is gone, for now. He is twenty- one, which makes him six of, possibly, seven years older than you, Bianca. Second - last night, we agreed to an early bedtime and, third - you did not ask permission, and that is now a requirement." "Oh..." John was shocked by his mother's forcefulness. She hadn't been this firm with him since he was, well, fourteen or fifteen. "I'm sorry. Mom, may I go with Ed to see 'Jaws' tonight? We should be home by ten or so." Marilyn sighed, "Well... I just don't know, Bebe. I wish you had asked me in advance so that I had a time to consider it." Ed stood. "Mrs Foley, if I could just say... I am an excellent driver, I will be a perfect gentleman and I will bring Bebe home directly as soon as the movie has ended. She will be in excellent hands with me." "That's exactly what concerns me, Edward," Marilyn shook her head. "Marilyn," Rose joined the conversation, "I will be happy to chaperone, if you'd like. I'll be sure that my little sister's virtue remains in tact." Marilyn pondered for a moment. "Would that be acceptable to you, Ed?" "Of course," Ed smiled. "I will be happy to have Rose join us as a chaperone." "Oh, for crying out loud," John muttered, annoyed that he was being treated this way. "Rose, I'm happy to have you with us, but, mom, I don't need... I'm a grown man, for crying out loud!" "Of course you are, Bianca," Marilyn smirked and nodded. "I'll go lay out your bra, panties and dress for the day and I will be back to do your hair and makeup in a moment. Good thing my big, strong son has his mommy to help him look like a pretty, adolescent girl before he goes to work." John had had his makeup done by Rose, while Marilyn prepared his clothing for the day, which turned out to be a rather simple peach dress with a sleeveless, crew neck top with well defined, curved, vertical seams along the front of the bodice, with a high-waisted, heavily pleated skirt attached. It was pretty and it looked cute on him, but it seemed a bit out of fashion. Strangely enough, the string of faux pearls his mother had given him last night, seemed to make the dress look absolutely perfect, though. "That's cute," Rose gushed as he was led, by his strangely flustered mother, back into the screened in room. "Where did you find that?" "I drove over to a big secondhand store in Buzzard's Bay yesterday and I picked up a lot of items for my little starlet. I like this one. It's pretty." Marilyn went to work straightening John's hair with his flat iron. "I'm going to another second hand store in Buzzard's Bay, today." Meanwhile, Ed sat at the table drinking coffee, nibbling coffee ring and watching his friend's new morning regime. "You don't have any shoes for this outfit, though, so I'll pick up something cute this morning and drop it off during your lunch. You'll have to wear flip flops this morning." Marilyn sprayed his hair heavily with sticky, strawberry scented hairspray, which matched a body spray his mother had applied before she got him dressed. His whole body had become infused with the sweet smell of the fruit. It was an intoxicating smell and, if he'd been an adolescent boy, he would have loved to have had the opportunity to sit near a girl that smelled as pretty as he did. It was a young and pretty and feminine scent. "Ok, mom," John said, quietly. Rose reappeared, dresses and makeup beautifully. She was wearing a stretchy, yellow sheath dress that clung to her amazing body deliciously. "Wow!" John said. "Wow! Is right," Marilyn agreed. "You're awfully well dressed, this morning." "Well, thank you," Rose gave a theatrical little curtsy, her right toe moved behind her left heel and quickly bent her knees down, then right back up. Then she said, "Marilyn, may I speak to you in private for a moment." "Of course, dear," Marilyn said, as she escorted Rose through the kitchen and into the large room beyond. John turned his seat to face the table and, in so doing, he came face to face with his closest friend, and for the first time in all of the thousands of hours he'd spent with him, John felt self conscious. Ed's reassuring smile was disconcerting under the circumstances. Yesterday, when they'd sat and talked at rehearsal, it was different. Yes, they were alone, but John had been wearing a costume then. He was playing a role in a play and it required that he wear a very elaborate costume that just happened to be a dress. It all made perfect sense. Now, any pretense that this outfit was just a costume that would help him become Bianca was easily dismissed by the fact that John had appeared before his friend in a pretty, playful, cute nightie and robe. Even Daniel Day Lewis didn't commit this fully to a role. Both young men knew that there was no reasonable explanation for John being dressed this way other than... "Do you like it?" Ed asked quietly. John, who's eyes had been avoiding Ed's for quite sometime, seemed to find a tiny spot on the table top to focus on while he contemplated the question before replying, "What do you mean?" Ed sighed at John's avoidance. "You know what I mean... the makeup, the hair, the dress, the smells... Do you like it?" His gaze remained fixed on that spot as John shrugged his shoulders and muttered, "I don't know... it's just... different." "I'll say," Ed whispered. "You sure look different." "Stupid?" "Not at all." Ed couldn't believe that John could even think that. "Haven't you looked in a mirror? You're as cute as any girl I've ever met. You're beautiful. I think so, anyway." This comment made John feel somewhat small and objectified, but also it felt nice. Ed sounded sincere. John's head barely moved, but his eyes, his big wide eyes with their long, dark lashes and oh-so-pretty makeup, Rose to meet Ed's. "Really?" "Really. Like... REALLY really." If John was confused by what he was feeling, the strange contractions he felt in the gusset of his panties, the warmth that was making the butterflies in his stomach flutter, and flushed feeling he felt spreading across his plump cheeks, Ed knew exactly what he was feeling. He'd felt it a million times before when he'd been in the presence of a girl he'd found desirable and most of the those times, he never acted on those feelings. Now - now, when he knew full well that this adorable, fertile looking woman-child was, in fact, his buddy who had never once before looked either fertile or adorable - he really wanted, more than anything, to act on those feelings. "Thanks," John whispered as he sipped his lukewarm coffee and avoided acknowledging how awkward everything was becoming. Ed did the same. "How far do you want me to take this?" Rose asked Marilyn, when they had moved out of earshot of the boys. "Honestly, I don't know what to tell you, Rose," Marilyn crossed her arms and shook her head. "What is your director trying to accomplish by turning John into cute, little, high school coed? I am totally confused, myself. I bought the clothes to try to help and I set the parameters I would set for my daughter if she was a freshman in high school because I'm concerned about having her... um, him... out and alone looking like that at night. Imagine what would happen if he was attacked - or worse! I'd love to know what this woman wants of my son." Rose nodded, slightly surprised by Marilyn's frustration. She thought that Marilyn had been encouraging this transition for some reason. The new clothes, the nightie, etc - what else would she have thought? "Ok," Rose said, "I'll see if I can have a couple of minutes with Ms Weldon today and maybe I can get some insight. Would that help?" Marilyn relaxed her attitude slightly and turned to look to her left. There were several walls between her and her little, confused, boy, but she knew that he was right there, in her sight line. She nodded. "That would be good. Thank you. And... I don't want to interfere or get into a fight, or anything, but... if she wouldn't mind just meeting with me for a couple of minutes when I come by with his shoes... well, it would make me feel much better." Rose nodded. "I'll see what I can do," When the three thespians walked out the front, screened door of the cottage, Ed tried to steer them all towards his car; a 1996 Oldsmobile Delta 88 in light blue which had obviously belonged to a grandparent at some point. Rose, interrupted Ed, though, by saying, "Have you ever driven a Tesla?" Ed stopped in his tracks and shook his head, looking at the sleek, shiny, space-age vehicle. "Want to?" "Oh, Yeah!" Ed was thrilled and caught the keys when Rose threw them. The sporty Tesla that Rose's Dad had loaned her this summer was a two door model. Ed went to the driver's side, while John and Rose went to the passenger side. "My skirt is too tight for me to climb in the back. You don't mind, do you?" Rose asked, John. "No," it made sense. "I don't mind." With a bit more difficulty than he'd expected, John was able to lower himself into the back seat, smoothing his dress as he went. Rose lowered the front seat back into place and sat, turning and asking, "All set, back there?" John replied, "Yes," as the car's satellite radio began playing show tunes and John put the otherwise silent vehicle into gear. As they started their ride, with the speakers in the rear of the car carrying the bulk of the radio's volume, John could hear nothing of the conversation taking place in the front seat. Suddenly, instead of being part of a trio of young adult friends, he felt trapped by the lack of escape options, isolated by the physical separation and the volume of the music and more like a child than he'd felt since he was one. Uninterested in carrying a purse, Rose even had his phone. There was laughter and some singing from the front, but he could hear none of it, so he could participate in none of it. Once, Rose glanced back at him and smiled, but he was unable to ask her to turn down the music before she turned around, again. With no interaction possible, he sulked in the corner and looked at his legs as they extended from the pleated, peach skirt of his little dress. His legs were smooth and thin and feminine. So were his arms and fingers and toes. It was all just - weird. He looked up as he heard the sound of the gravel and seashells that paved the driveway of the rehearsal hall, and that was the moment that he felt a tear drip onto his left cheek and he realized that his vision was blurred. He blinked to clear his sight, but that just seemed to cause more tears to fall. What the hell was happening!?!? He didn't cry! He couldn't remember the last time he had, but it was definitely when he was very young. Hastily, he rubbed his eyes to clear them and he tried to steady his breathing, but the panic he felt at being discovered by Rose - beautiful, mature, Rose - crying like the child he appeared to be made gaining control of himself impossible. He was just getting worse and worse by the second and he could feel himself falling to pieces. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," he breathed. "Not here. Not now. Not in front of Rose!" But he could do anything to stop it and by the time Rose moved the seat forward and offered him her hand, he was sobbing uncontrollably and covering his face with his hands to avoid her gaze. "Oh, baby, what's wrong?" She asked with genuine concern. 'Baby.' She sure had that right. That was exactly how he felt - like a baby. Could it just be the clothes doing all of this to him? It wasn't like he was taking hormones or anything. Why was this playing mind games on him? When he didn't reply, Rose stood straight and looked over the roof of the car and spoke to Ed. John could hear the conversation. "I think we need a few minutes, Ed. We'll see you inside." "Everything ok?" "Umm... yeah, I think so. She just needs a couple of minutes, ok?" "Oh... ok. I'll see you inside." When Ed had left the car, Rose bent back in and offered John a hand. "Come on, baby. Sit up front and I'll take of you. Come on, now, these things happen to a girl - we get caught up in our emotions and all, but I'll help you. Come on. Sit up front for me." Her voice was unintentionally condescending and maternal, but he was acting so childishly that he supposed she was using the appropriate tone for the situation, so, eventually, he took her hand and she helped him re-situate himself in the passenger seat. "What's wrong, baby," Rose asked as she patted his soft cheek her warm hand. "You can tell me." "Nothing." It came out more petulant than he'd expected. "There's nothing wrong. I'm just... I don't know... overwhelmed, I guess. I feel so much different than I did on Monday morning. It all just feels so... different. I can't explain it, Rose, and look at me! I'm crying like a child and you..." "Me?" Rose asked. "Did I hurt you somehow, baby? I'm sorry, if I did. I didn't mean to." "No, you didn't... it's just... Rose, I like you... I mean... you know what I mean... and you don't even see me as a guy. To you, I'm just a little girl. A little sister." "Oh, honey, that's just not so." She continued patting him, consoling him as if he were a child. "I know you're a boy. I think you're a very wonderful guy to do all of this for your art. Honestly, I do." He managed to slow things down and catch his breath. He nodded as he stemmed the flow of tears. "I'm sorry," he whispered, embarrassed and ashamed. "I'm sorry." "No reason to be, baby," she sang to him. "Here, though," she pulled a makeup wipe from her purse, "you have raccoon eyes from crying. Let me help you." She wiped off the mess he'd made and started his face, again, from scratch. Within minutes, he looked fresh and pretty, again - just a redness around his eyes indicated that he'd ever been upset. At 11:30, Rose got a text: MARILYN: It's Marilyn. I'm in the parking lot. John's not responding. Can I leave his shoes with you? I can wait till you break for lunch ROSE: Hi. I'm on break already. John's with Randy. Come on in. Ms Weldon wants to meet you. MARILYN: Ok. John won't know, right? Who's Randy? ROSE: No, John won't know. We'll meet in her office. Randy is the acting coach. John's due back in the rehearsal hall in five minutes. I'll meet you at the door. Marilyn entered with a garment bag and a shoebox. Rose took the garment bag from her. "What's all this? I thought you were just getting shoes." "I got him, like, six pairs of shoes. God, it's as if I adopted a fourteen year old. He's got nothing and needs everything." "I'll put this in my costume slot, for now. Why did you get him a new dress, though. The one he was wearing was perfect." Marilyn smiled. "This is more perfect. It's a little longer, but it looks a lot less formal. I like what he wore this morning, but it was a bit formal to wear to a screening of 'Jaws,' don't you think?" She couldn't help it, Rose opened the garment bag and looked. "Oh! It's so pretty!" "Isn't it?" Marilyn was happy that Rose, who was very fashionable, approved. Rose moved the bag so that the dress hung freely in front of it. The cotton dress was not new, but it was timeless. It was a beautiful, royal blue with patches of white popping out of a subtle, geometric pattern. It had a modest, v-neck and there was a bit of elastic between the breasts to create a lovely effect when it was worn. The sleeves ended at the elbow with large cuffs, then blossomed out into modestly puffy shoulders. The top looked like it would blouse out loosely and comfortably and the skirt, longer than usual, looked as if it was meant to just cover the knee and it had yards of extra material that would allow the skirts to billow as he walks. "When you told me that he had a break down," Marilyn said, "I thought that it would make sense go a little more conservative for tonight." "Oh, Marilyn, he'll love it. I love it! I wish I could wear it! And his pearls, oh, Marilyn, it'll all be just so perfect!" Very pleased by Roses's approval, they closed the garment bag, left it in Rose's area, then knocked on Ms Weldon's door. They were invited in and Ms Weldon shook John's mother's hand. "Marilyn! Very nice to meet you. Let me start by saying that I am very, very impressed by John's dedication and the work that he has done so far. You have a remarkably talented son. You should be very proud." "Oh, I am, Ms Weldon, I truly am, and I'm very impressed by your achievements, as well, and, please believe me, I won't normally even consider interfering, but..." she searched for diplomatic words. "But," Ms Weldon too, over her train of thought, "your twenty year old son is suddenly looking like a fifteen year old girl?" "Not just looking like one, Ms Weldon - behaving like one, too. It's as if he's become Bianca full time and I'm not sure that he's behaving like he's fifteen. He just seems befuddled by the littlest chore - shower, drying his hair, everything. I'm so worried about him that I've started treating him like one, too. I've set a curfew, for crying out loud. He had plans to go out with his friend, Ed, tonight and I'm so nervous about something happening to him, that I said 'no' until Rose, here, agreed to go as a chaperone." "I understand, Marilyn, and I apologize if I've upset things, but I promise you, from long experience, I guarantee that the first week of an actor's adoption of a role this foreign to him, is always the worst. A week from now, everything will be more relaxed, again." "That's reassuring, Ms Weldon, but, a week from now, he will still be wearing dresses. I am very concerned, Ms Weldon. I have seen DRASTIC changes in that boy over the last three days and I am very frightened that, if he continues down this road, he'll become a... a... a..." "A freak?" Ms Weldon's harsh word shocked both Marilyn and Rose. "I beg your pardon!?" Marilyn was defensive. "A freak? Are you afraid that your son may become some kind of freak, then I have news for you, Marilyn - he already is. Look." Ms Weldon pointed to a moderately sized flat screen mounted on the wall behind Rose and Marilyn. As they watched, John, in an incredibly adorable, purple gown was flirting with three young men in doublets and tights. Ms Weldon used a remote from her seat and raised the volume. "What do you see, Marilyn?" "I see John," Marilyn watched the screen, "dressed like a sixteenth century woman, flirting with Ed and two other men." "Rose, do you see anything odd?" Ms Weldon asked. "No. I don't think so." "Well, ladies," Ms Weldon walked to the monitor, "you're missing the true freakish nature of young John. What are the suitors carrying?" "Scripts," they said together. "And What is John carrying?" "Nothing," they both said. "Exactly. This is day three of rehearsals and that young man has memorized every scene he is in and he is not blocking or marking the scene - he is acting and acting well. That little boy has a freakish ability to inhabit a character. This is Shakespeare, ladies! He is a secondary lead and he is off-book on day three!" She returned to her desk chair and muted the monitor and waited for the women to direct their attention back to her. "Marilyn - I am a very good director. A VERY good director and I have seen, literally, thousands of young actors and that little boy in the purple dress is, without question, the most naturally talented actor I have ever met. He should not be college, he should be on stages or screens playing juvenile roles while he still looks young and, please believe me, it is my intention to find that child a role in a professional theater or in a video project as soon as I can. Bear with me, Marilyn. I want to work his muscles and see how much he can handle. He's going to be a star, Marilyn. I can feel it." Marilyn was shocked. She knew that John was talented, but this... this was a lot to take in. "What do you mean by juvenile roles?" "Well, Ms Weldon settled a bit. "John is twenty, now, but he comes across as younger. To be honest, I think that with the proper preparation and slightly smaller breasts, he could easily play a twelve year old. Eleven as a boy!" "Now think about the great juveniles of TV and movies," she continued. "Mickey Rooney played a teenager well into his twenties. So did Michael J Fox and even Jennifer Love Hewitt! These are long careers and John is talented enough to do the same. I'd like to push him in that direction, if you don't mind." Rose sat beside Gloria and opposite Ed and John while they ate lunch. She was feeling just a little bit guilty about the wave of jealousy that washed over her when Ms Weldon explained her interest in John. The more she thought about, the more she understood her own pettiness. John was very talented, there was no doubt about that, and there was no reason to be jealous of John's gifts. Heck, maybe she could learn from him. Ed had already gone to the counter and picked up a bottle of water for John, before jumping up again, when John mentioned that he needed salad dressing. "Excuse me, Miss Minola," it was Harry standing by the table. Jim had already brought John some iced tea this morning. John was beginning to grow appreciative of these men and their willingness to please him. "Harry! Would you like to join us?" Rose was very welcoming and Harry couldn't resist. "If you don't mind..." he turned and grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table, then sat at the end, between Ed and and Gloria. "I thought that you might enjoy something sweet to nibble on this afternoon, Miss Minola." Harry pulled a wrapped package from his satchel and handed it to John. After a very successful morning of rehearsals, John's mood had improved tremendously. He had shed his purple gown and hoops for lunch, but was still wearing his corset over his lacy smock, so he was still being very careful while eating his salad. "Oh, Harry," John was just as surprised by Harry's thoughtfulness as he had been by Jim and Ed's. "You're so nice. You don't need to buy me things." "It's my pleasure, Bianca. I hope you like it." As John ripped the paper, Ed sat back and folded his arms. Had anyone glanced at him, they would have noticed that he was definitely getting miffed. "Oh! Salt water taffy from Cabot's! This stuff is amazing? When did you go to Provincetown?" The small, artistic community located at the far eastern point of The Cape was known for its nightlife, artistic shops and long standing LGBTQIA community. "I'm staying in P-town with my cousin. I thought you'd enjoy something sweet and who makes better taffy or fudge than Cabot's?" John opened the modestly sized box and offered some to everyone at the table. Even Ed couldn't resist tasting the delicious candy. "Oh, my God, that's so good!" John moaned and bounced in his seat - a new habit that he'd developed since his breasts had been attached. The feeling of the breasts bouncing was becoming addictive to him and he found himself bouncing more and more. "Thank you, Harry! These are amazing!" John placed his hand over Harry's as he spoke. Harry flipped his hand and took John's hand in his, rubbing it gently as he said, "You are more than welcome, Mistress Minola." Then he lifted John's hand, gently, to his lips and gave the back of it a soft, warm, slow kiss. Then he smiled and excused himself. John's hand remained frozen where Harry had released it. He stared at the invisible imprint of Harry's lips on his hand for a moment, before glancing at Rose and Gloria who were both smiling. Then, he turned to Ed for his reaction, but Ed was busy unwrapping another taffy petulantly. John sat back in his chair, bit the knuckle of his left forefinger while the fingertips of his right hand gently ran along the lace that ran along the bust line of his smock while he thought. He made a very pretty picture. "He's just being nice, honey," Gloria said. John looked quickly to Ed, who seemed to no be paying much attention to anything but getting the sticky candy separated from the waxed paper wrapper, and said to Gloria, "This is the third time today that a boy has been nice to me." "It probably won't be the last," Gloria laughed. "But," John whispered, "they all know I'm a boy." "Doesn't make a bit of difference," Rose giggled. "You look like a duck and quack like a duck, so - to boys - you must be a duck." She looked at Ed, still fumbling with the wrapper and appeared to be paying no attention. "Right, Ed?" Ed smiled as he crumpled the paper. "Duck or drake - makes no difference. I like the way she looks. I like the way she moves. I like the way she talks. I like the way she smells. I just want to spend time with her." He beamed a sincere smile at Rose. The smile said, 'I know what I'm doing.' "That's very sweet, Ed." Rose smiled. "I'm a very sweet guy, Rose. Tell her, Bianca." He put his arm around John and gave him a shake. He'd done this many times before - as the smaller member of their long time Mutt-and-Jeff friendship, John was used to be 'manhandled' from time to time - but this was a bit gentler. It still felt comfortable and playful, though and made John laugh. He appreciated it and he smiled at Ed. "He really is a sweet guy, Rose. Thanks, Ed." Ed smiled at everyone, then piled both his trash and John's onto his tray and stood to throw it away. "I'll see you all in a few." He bent before leaving and kissed John's cheek. "I need to make a pit stop," and he walked away leaving Gloria and John smiling, but Rose was pondering something. "Can I ask you something?" Rose asked. "Sure," John was running his hands across his corset and smock to be sure that no crumbs had fallen onto his clothing. "Are you attracted to Ed?" John looked up in surprise. "Attracted? No. He's my friend, but... I'm not gay." He did recall his shower-fantasy from last night, but he didn't think that was really all that important. "Uh huh," Rose nodded. "So, last summer, when you guys finished your lunch, did Ed kiss you goodbye?" "Well, no, but, last summer, that would not have looked appropriate. We have to kiss in the show, so, he's just trying to make me comfortable. He kissed me last Friday when I accepted the part, too, and I had a beard at that time." "So... you're into girls, then?" Gloria asked. When John nodded, Gloria continued, "Wow. I think I'd love for my husband to be like you; soft, pretty, little... What do you think, Rose. Less sweat and body-odor, more perfume and powder." Rose smiled, but didn't say anything. In fact, she'd been think the same thing all week. Gloria continued, "Tasting his lipstick and having his sweet smelling hair fall on you while you're making love. Oh, and the silk and satin nighties! Oh, that would be wonderful! Hoo! I'm getting myself all worked up!" She laughed. John blushed a bit, but Rose was a bit flushed with excitement. She smiled and stood. "I'll see you guys. I need to make a pit stop, too." It had been a great day of rehearsals. They'd ended the day by running the show from the beginning to the end without stopping. Everyone was doing so well that John was shocked when he realized that it was nearly five o'clock. He loved it when plays came together like this and he wanted to continue, but when they stopped for notes, he started to feel the exhaustion set in. Tomorrow, they'd be running the show for Ms Weldon for the first time. She'd walked though and checked on things many times, but tomorrow they'd be getting her notes. That should be interesting. Gloria, Rose and John helped each other remove their costumes and undergarments. It felt good to lose the corset! John hung up Gloria and Rose's gowns for them, while they removed their smocks. By the time he was removing his own smock, Gloria was wearing her jean shorts and Jimmy Buffet tee shirt and Rose was wearing her tight fitting dress. Once John's costume pieces were all hung and put away, he found himself dressed only in his bra and panties while the two women were fully dressed. Not only that, but his peach colored dress was gone. "Hey!" He said with a lot of concern. "My dress is gone." Rose pulled out the garment bag from her cubby and held it out for John. "Your mom bought you a more comfortable dress to wear to the movies." John unzipped the bag and pulled it off of the hanger, then put the hanger over the rod in his cubby. He stared at it. Obviously, all dresses are feminine and all, but this was a special dress. It had an extra dose of femininity to it. It just looked... lovely on the hanger. "Wow!" Said Gloria. "It's pretty, isn't it?" Rose asked both of them. "Let's get it on you," Rose reached for the hanger and turned the dress to find the zipper, but what she found was a series of tiny buttons that ran from the shoulders to the rear end of the dress. Unusual! As she started to unbutton the dress, she realized that there was a very beautiful, black, lace slip hanging on the hanger as well. When she'd unbuttoned enough buttons to remove the hanger, she handed the slip to Gloria. "Can you help him with this?" "Sure." She lowered the wonderfully smooth garment over his body and he shivered. He'd never felt anything so soft and smooth and wonderful before. It hugged his breasts and torso so pleasantly, then hung so amazingly close to his body's without really touching him. It just tickled him as it played 'I'm Not Touching You' with him. The bosom was a series of lace rosettes that stretched just enough to hug him and always remind him that he was wearing something pretty. Just above his belly button, it expanded enough to float around him. Curious, Gloria lifted the skirt of the slip to see the tag that she'd noticed as she'd dressed him. She read aloud, "'Custom made, one of a kind, 'House Of Alaura' Newberry Street, Boston.' Holy smokes, this slip set somebody back a few bucks." Rose showed Gloria a matching tag in the dress. "This too. Geez, Marilyn really hit pay dirt at her second hand store." With about half the buttons undone, Rose determined that John could get into it, so she and Gloria lowered it onto him as he threaded his arms into the half-sleeves. He stood straight and allowed Rose to button up the line of tiny, pearlescent buttons on the back. As the dress closed around him, he and Gloria and Rose were all amazed as to how charming the dress was. "That's lovely!" Came a voice from the doorway. Jan entered and came forward to inspect his new dress. "Where did you get this? Who made it?" "My mom bought it at a second hand store," John said timidly. "The tag on both the dress and slip say that it was made by 'House of Alaura.'" Gloria told her. "Wow, Bianca," Jan fingered the garment, "Alaura passed away at least a decade ago. She was an interesting designer - moderately high-end and she specialized in daywear - office attire, casual, stuff like that. This is just lovely." Rose finished fastening the last button and played with his loose hanging skirt. "It's adorable on you, sweetie, and it fits perfectly. How does it feel?" What he said was, "Fine." What he wanted to say was, "Wonderful! Look at how pretty I look in this!" He swayed from side to side to watch the waves of light fabric. It was perfect. "Go ahead. We know you want to." Rose teased. The other women giggled, too. "Do what?" He asked. "Spin, silly. We can tell that you want to see how it flares when you spin. There's nothing wrong with that. We all do it. Go ahead!" He did. He twirled and he smiled at the look and feel of the dress as it collapsed around him, hugged him and released him. It was wonderful! Delightful! So different than anything he'd ever felt before. It was so pleasant that he did it again in the other direction. Suddenly, for the first time in days, he was truly smiling. A big, broad, sincere smile. "There are those cheek bones," Rose whispered to Jan and Gloria. "I told you he was beautiful!" "Aw," Gloria placed her right hand on her heart, "so much pretty wasted on a boy." "Wasted, Nothing," Jan shook her head. "Those cheeks are going to be the key to that little lady's future. I guarantee it." GOING OUT -or- GOD GIVES YOU ONE FACE, AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER The navy blue, two inch, open-toed heals and faux-pearl necklace, both provided by his mother, completed John's outfit to a tee. After two days of exploring girl's clothing, enjoying it all, but frequently feeling awkward and stupid, he was finding his current clothing wonderful, soft, unusual and perfect. The puffy sleeves that ended at his elbows were constantly visible in his peripheral vision. The ride to Falmouth was fine. He didn't mind being in the backseat at all. When Rose would turn to speak to him, he was always smiling. She thought he looked adorable - the dress, the hair, the pearls and, oh, those pretty cheeks. He was the perfect 'girl next door,' or, in this case, 'the perfect little sister. When Ed glanced in the mirror, he saw a beautiful, little friend; someone he really wanted to spend time with. He didn't mind that Rose was with them at all. She was mature and gorgeous. He wanted to spend time with her, too. Who wouldn't!? They ate at a Panera Bread restaurant in the same strip of stores where the cinema was located. John received three compliments on his dress while he was in line to order his food. He was flattered and enjoyed the attention. He was proud of the way he looked in the dress, too! While Ed ate his soup-in-a-bread-bowl and Rose ate her turkey sandwich, John ate his salad and listened as Rose told her story about the first time she'd seen 'Jaws' as a child and how she'd refused to get into the water, other than a pool, for the entire summer. "Excuse me," a woman tapped John's shoulder lightly. "May I ask, where did you get that lovely dress, dear?" John wiped his mouth, smiled and said, "Um, I'm not sure. My mom bought If for me at a second hand store, but I'm not sure where." He nervously brushed his hands across the tops of his knees and felt the movement of the soft cotton against the pure silk of the slip beneath, and when he looked down at his legs, he noticed how the ample skirt hung beautifully down the side of the wooden chair in which he sat. It even made that look lovely. These new revelations, combined with the compliment from this woman, made him smile even more broadly. The forty-ish woman touched the puffed sleeve nearest her. "I hate to interrupt your meal, but could you, just for a moment, stand so that I can see the way it hangs. I don't mean to be a bother, but I make a lot of my daughters' clothes and I'd just like a photo, if you don't mind, so that I can keep this design in mind for them. You don't mind, do you, dear?" "Of course she doesn't mind, do you Bianca?" Rose beamed at him. "Not at all," John replied, and he didn't. He stood and the woman looked over the dress with a hypercritical eye. "Oh, my, that is just lovely, dear. May I take a few pictures?" "Of course," he shrugged his shoulders with honest, girlish glee and stood. The woman pulled out her phone and opened the camera app. She took a step back, but did not have much room, so, John took a step back, standing beside Ed. "That truly is lovely, thank you. Would you mind turning your back to me so that I can get a shot of the back?" He did and he twirled as he did so, not only flaring the skirt out, but making it swing up against Ed and showering him with scent of strawberries that John had embedded in his skin and hair. Ed breathed deeply of the sweet smells. The heady smells did not go unnoticed. Just as she was finishing taking pictures of the dress, John noticed two young women with several shopping bags enter and head towards them. "Mom," the oldest said to the woman, "are you disturbing these people?" She turned to Rose and Ed, "I'm sorry. When my mom sees a dress she wants to copy, she forgets about her manners, don't you, mom?" The woman laughed. "I'm afraid she's right. I'm Connie and this is my oldest, Cassie, and my youngest, Annie." Both girls waved and said 'Hi.' They were dressed for a cool, early summer evening. Both in jeans with stretchy, low-cut, black, spaghetti strap shirts with open flannel shirts to act as jackets. The oldest wore a classic red and black, buffalo plaid, while the youngest wore a pink and white flannel in the same pattern. "Did you get anything good?" Connie asked them. They both replied excitedly that they had. "Isn't this young lady's dress beautiful?" Connie asked her daughters and they agreed that it was. "Girls, this is... I'm sorry, I never asked your name," Connie chuckled. "I was so taken by your dress..." "Bianca," John said, but Rose jumped in quickly. "You can call her, Bebe," she told them. "Oh, that suits you, Bebe. And how old are you, dear?" Again, Rose lept in and answered, "Bebe is fourteen. I'm Bebe's older sister, Rose, and this is my boyfriend, Ed. It's nice to meet you, girls." John was a little shocked that Rose stated that he was quite that young, but what difference did it make? He'd just go with the flow and it would be over in a few minutes. "Fourteen and so beautiful!" Connie said. "Annie is fourteen as well." Connie's youngest was an exceptionally beautiful girl. Taller than John and a little bigger all over, especially in the chest, all three women were well endowed. The young lady smiled and acknowledged that her mother was correct. "Cassie, here, is sixteen." The older daughter smiled. "And why are you ladies so dressed up tonight?" Connie continued dominate the conversation. "We're on our way to see 'Jaws' on the big screen at the cinema next door," Ed finally joined the conversation. "Oh," Connie teased, "date night for you two and you're kind enough to take your little sister along. That's sweet." "Something like that," Rose giggled. "Actually, our mom wouldn't let Bebe see 'Jaws' before. She's kind of a scaredy cat when it comes to scary movies. So, now that she's old enough, she begged us to take her, right, Beebs?" Man, Rose could really make this stuff up on the fly! John just went with it and smiled and nodded. "Oh, you must be so excited," Connie teased. "You're all dressed up and you're being escorted by your sister's handsome boyfriend. You must feel so grownup." "I really do," John said - if nothing else, he definitely felt more grown up than a fourteen year old. "Annie and Cassie are going to see the movie, too. I'm more like you, though Bebe. I can't watch that stuff. They're going on their own." The girls smiled. "Oh, well, why don't you girls join us!?" Rose was being a very enthusiastic hostess at the moment and John was feeling a bit more vulnerable that he had a few minutes ago. "That would be wonderful, if it's not a problem," Connie was truly happy. "The girls and I are staying at 'The Schooner Inn' down the street and I think they're a little sick of hanging around with their mom, aren't you girls?" The girls chuckled and said that they kinda were. "Can you give us just a few minutes to organize things," Connie asked. "I won't be more than a moment or two. Girls, let's step over here. I'll take your bags and let me give you some cash for the movies." They stepped over to a nearby, empty table. "What are you doing?" John whispered to Rose. "Johnny," she whispered back, "you've never spent time with a fourteen year old girl before and, as Bianca, you need to be one. Use this as research. See how those girls behave. Emulate them. Become one of them. It'll be great practice. It's just for a few hours." The girls were coming back and they had big smiles on their faces. "Thank you for letting us go with you. Hi, Bianca. I'm Cassie." She gave a shy wave. "I'm Annie," said the younger sister. "I'll walk back over around 9:00 and wait for you, girls." Connie was picking up the girls' bags and preparing to leave. "Oh, don't be silly," Rose said. "We'll walk them back after the movie. It's not a long walk and it's going to be a lovely night. Besides, we're responsible adults. We'll take care of them." Connie smiled, a bit nervous, but happy for some free time. "How old are you, dear?" She asked. "Ed and I are twenty-one. We'll take good care of Cassie and Annie." She jotted down something on a napkin and handed it to Connie. "This is my cell number. Call me if you get worried." The five of them left the restaurant together and walked through the parking lot towards the cinema. Much to his delight, Rose took Ed's hand and whispered, "Remember, we're on a date." Ed smiled. Rose was a truly breathtaking woman, although, not exactly his ideal. He was attracted to smaller, perkier women and, preferably, with darker hair, but since he'd never really been on an bonafide date before, he would enjoy this evening. Besides, he knew that John had a thing for Rose and he wouldn't want to interfere with that. Cassie and Annie walked on either side of John and they talked with great enthusiasm about everything from where they were from - Manchester, New Hampshire, what they liked at at school - both loved their English classes, and their favorite hobby - musical theater. There was a subject that Jon could join in on! He'd done a number of musicals along the way and his phone was loaded with musical theater selections. The girls loved 'Hamilton: An American Musical' and John was well aware of the piece, too. He saw the show during his previous spring break when he'd taken the train down to New York City and paid a ludicrous amount of money for a single ticket, but it had been worth it. "Hey!" Annie suddenly yipped. "There's three of us! You know what that means!" Then the two of them screamed, "The Schuyler Sisters!" And they assumed the position that the sisters take in the play and started singing - Together they sang, "Work! Work!" Cassie sang, "Angelica" Then, together again, "Work! Work!" Annie sang, "Eliza!" Once more, together, they sang "Work! Work!" Finally, and with great excitement, John assumed the sister's position and sang, "And Peggy!" They continued through the song, mimicking the dance moves as best as they could remember. When the Aaron Burr rap section in the middle of the song came along, Rose and Ed shouted out those lyrics for them while John and the girls did the iconic movements of the Schuyler sisters from the show. John used the copious material of his skirts in the manner of the actresses in the show and when they'd reached the end of the song, John and the girls struck the correct pose while Ed and Rose clapped and cheered. The girls hugged John and leapt around shouting, "That was sooooo good!" "You were wonderful, girls!" Rose clapped and whooped, as did some of the people in the parking lot who had stopped to watch their impromptu performance. Rose grabbed John and pulled him into a tight hug. "You are so good! Keep it up, little girl! You're doing great!" John smiled and took Cassie's proffered hand as they climbed the stairs to the cinema. The stairs and porch were built, like so many other other business' entrances on The Cape, to look like a wharf, complete with fishing nets and large, decorative, wooden bobbers. It was kitschy and tacky, but ubiquitous throughout the area and had been such a common sight through all of John's summers, that he barely even noticed. Ed went to the exterior ticket window to buy the tickets while John and the girls waited. When he returned with the tickets, they all went to enter the building, but John squealed, "Hey! I'm stuck!" The heel to the pump on his right foot had wedged itself into a crack between the weathered planking. They all laughed at his dilemma, but it was Rose who bent down, removed his foot from the shoe, then the shoe from the crack and then replaced the shoe on his foot. "Very lady like, little sister," she teased. At the concession stand, John bought what the girls bought - a small, buttered popcorn, a bag of Swedish Fish and a cherry Icee and they sat dead center of the cinema - John in the middle, Cassie to his right and Annie to his left with Ed and Rose sitting side by side in the row behind them. The excited girls told stories about their lives and their friends and John joined in, editing the details of his stories in order to be appropriate to his new identity. "Bebe," Cassie said, "are you on Instagram, or SnapChat, or what?" John thought for a moment. "None. My mom won't let me use social media until I'm sixteen." He gave an exaggerated sigh, "She treats me like a child. It's so frustrating!" "I know," Cassie empathized. "It's so frustrating!" "Yeah," Annie joined in, "but you have a real cool older sister! She's beautiful. I bet she's popular." John thought about Rose and her social circle at Emerson. "She is. She's really popular." He rolled his eyes. "It's not easy being her little sister in our neighborhood, that's for sure. She's, like, perfect, you know? But she's really nice to me, though." "Yeah," Cassie smiled at him and then at Annie, "sisters are the best! I bet it sucks to be a guy." "Yeah," was John's only reply. 'Jaws' was one of John's favorite movies and he loved it on the big screen. He had an even better time than usual this time watching it with the girls. He screamed with them and cowered, and covered his eyes and participated in the film as he'd never done before. He had a great time and so did the girls. Maybe it was some sort of a magic spell that this wonderful dress had cast on him or maybe it was the girls' joy just taking over him, but he'd enjoyed every moment of the last three hours with them. When the movie ended, Rose and the girls went to the Ladies Room. John could have used a rest stop himself, but he felt that the Ladies Room in a public location with two underaged girls was a bad idea, so he went out to wait with Ed. It was a beautiful night with just a slight chill in the air. Ed wandered to the far end of the dock-style porch that wrapped around the cinema and called back to John. "Hey, you can see the Sagamore Bridge from here and it looks awesome in the moonlight." John walked to Ed's vantage point and looked towards the large, arched-top, silver, iron bridge that spans the southern end of The Cape Cod Canal. There were only two ways onto The Cape by car and that's either the Sagamore Bridge or the Bourne Bridge further north. They were both beautiful structures. The nearly full moon cast an unusually romantic glow on the bridge this night. The silver-painted iron reflected the orange-yellow of the moon in a surreal way. "Wow," John agreed, "it is beautiful." Ed put his arm around his small friend and pulled him close. John let him do it - they did it in rehearsal all day, anyway. They stayed that way for a solid minute or more before Ed said, "We need to get back out front. They'll be out soon." They turned to go, but as John began to turn, his heel, once again, slipped between two piece of decking, only this time he had some momentum, so he began to stumble, his foot caught in the shoe that was caught in the crack. "Ahh!" John cried as he lost his balance, but Ed was right there and he turned and caught John, mid fall, with John's back inches from the decking, Looking right back up into Ed's face. There was a pause as Ed looked deeply into John's eyes. Then, without warning, Ed planted a big, deep kiss on the smaller man's lips. At first, John submitted, but then realized what was happening and tried, to push Ed off, but, quickly, submitted, again. When the kiss ended, John was a bundle of electric goose bumps and confusion. "I'm sorry," Ed whispered. "I couldn't help myself." He stood and righted John before helping him to free his open-toed pump. "It's ok," John smiled a little smile. "I liked it." "Yeah?" Ed asked, surprised. John shrugged and grinned, "Yeah. It was nice." It was nice, but he also felt... odd. The tingling he'd felt in his groin was different from when he'd been excited by a woman. He felt... small and safe and loved. It definitely had been 'nice.' Ed smiled and they walked back to the front of the building, just as the three women exited the building. "Bebe!" Annie called through her laughter as she ran to the railing. "Who am I?" She stood at attention and raised her arms straight out from her shoulders, then keeping her elbows bent at a perfect 90 degree angle. She held her forearms up at a right angle and sang, "Don't cry for me Argentina..." John laughed, both because it was expected of him and because it was pretty funny. They all moved towards the sidewalk that led to the girls' hotel, while John and the girls sang, "Take Me or Leave Me" from 'Rent' followed by "Waving Through A Window" from 'Dear Evan Hansen.' As they sang the last note of this some, they arrived at The Schooner Inn and Connie was standing on the balcony of their room, simultaneously smiling and laughing at their joyful-ness and 'shh- ing' them to avoid waking the neighbors. "I guess you guys had a good time, then?" She asked in a loud whisper. "We had a great time, mom!" Annie shouted. "Bebe is the coolest girl I've ever met!" "She knows all the songs we know!" Cassie chimed in, nearly drunk with enthusiasm. "That's wonderful, girls. Now, come on in. It's getting late." Connie chided. Each girl hugged John before thanking Ed and Rose. Then, as they headed into the door, they shouted back, "Bye, Bebe! I love you!" John knew that it was just hyperbole, but he smiled, nonetheless. On the walk back to the car, John's pumps got the better of him, so he pulled them off and walked barefoot on the sandy grass surrounding the parking lot. Now, being two inches shorter without his heels, and Rose, already two inches taller than him AND wearing VERY high heels, John found himself substantially smaller than either of his companions. Rose threw her arm around his shoulders, emphasizing her superior height. "You had fun, didn't you?" He nodded. "Being a girl isn't so bad, is it?" "No. I never had guy friends who knew all those songs before. They knew them backwards and forwards. It was fun singing with them." Rose chuckled thinking about this guy, who'd been a very masculine guy just a few days ago, having so much fun pretending to be a female, high school freshman. It was adorable. He was adorable. His dress and hair and makeup and pearls and his walk and the way he played with his skirts - it was all adorable. She continued to evaluate him as he sat in the back seat, looked out the window, sang along with the song on the satellite radio and his fingers continuously played with the material of his skirts. How could a man, a regular man, who was actually kind of handsome, in a boyish way, have so quickly been transformed into this little girl - completely indistinguishable from the fourteen year old girl he'd been playing with? It was miraculous! Plain and simple. What would it be like to be with a man like this? To have a soft, feminine lover who she could dress up like a real, live doll, but who, somewhere under that dress and slip and hidden in those pretty panties, had a nice, rock hard penis. She imagined him in a frilly nightgown, shear and sexy, under her. His arms held down by her as she spread his legs and took him into her, devouring what manhood he had with her powerful, beautiful womanhood. That would be very different from the few sexual experiences she'd already had. Not a big, sweaty pig thrusting himself into her, but a sweet, little thing that she could take and claim as her own. Yes. Seeing John on his back, submitting to her - that would be bliss. Or on his knees, licking her, worshiping her, enthralled by her power and strength. Yes. That would be even better. When they got back to John's family cottage, they parked the Tesla and Ed handed Rose the keys. "Good night, Rose. It was nice to be your boyfriend for the evening." He smiled. "Good night, Ed," Rose smiled, too, and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for the movie." "My pleasure. I hope you liked it." Then he turned to John. "Good night, Bebe. I hope you had a good time, too." "I had the best time!" John replied, still in his adolescent mode. "Thank you for everything, Ed." Then he kissed Ed's cheek, pulled back and stared into Ed's eyes for a moment too long. 'Hmm. What have we here?' Rose thought. The plot thickens. Once Rose and John were inside and Ed had safely driven away, Rose said, "Your mom sent me a text. She's at a friend's house until midnight or so. I'm just going to take a quick shower. Then I'll help you get out of your dress and into a nightie." John agreed and sat on a sofa to see what was on TV. As Rose headed to the bathroom, she glanced into John's room and noticed that his mother had laid out his clothes for tomorrow. She looked back down the hall to be sure that John wasn't following her. When she was sure that the coast was clear, she entered his room and saw a little, yellow dress - a silk, yellow underdress covered by yellow, flowery lace with five black buttons from the neck to the high waist. There was black piping around the edges of the Peter Pan collar, as well as two, vertical parallel lines of piping straight down the bodice on either side of the buttons. The same pattern of two parallel lines, this time in a horizontal pattern around the edges of both, just slightly puffy sleeves and around the waist to form a belted-effect. The dress also had two pockets cut into the lacy outer dress. Each of these also has a line of piping sewn in at an angle to make the pockets obvious. It was a delicate, feminine, almost childish confection of a dress. Suddenly, her excitement was back. There was no doubt about it. She was hot and bothered by this little girl with a grown man's penis and she'd have to do something about it at some point. She also glanced at the open closet and saw that Marilyn had been a very busy shopper, indeed. Pretty lace and bright colors poured out of the closet. No pants. No shorts. No skirts. No blouses. Just dresses. Lots and lots and lots of dresses While Rose showered, John thought about the dress he'd worn this evening and in which he was still, essentially trapped. This beautiful, enchanting piece of clothing. He felt so wonderful in it, as if it had been made specifically for him. It made him feel so nice. So pretty. So feminine. He could definitely live happily in clothes like this. Fifteen minutes later, Rose returned to the big room wearing a pair of sleep shorts that resembled very short basketball shorts and a spaghetti-strap sleep top that gathered between her breasts and clung to her like a second skin. John, who'd been watching an old episode of The Big Bang Theory, looked up and smiled at this vision of beauty. Her lean legs led to a pert rump that filled the shorts beautifully and the 'cups' of the sleep shirt contained her somewhat modest, but perfect breasts, who's nipples pressed hard against the flimsy material. "Wow," John breathed, not meaning to make a sound. "What?" Rose said. "You like this?" "You look..." sexy seemed like the wrong thing to say, so he looked for a synonym, but came up empty, so settled on, "... amazing." "Yeah? Thanks. Maybe, when you're a little older, you can get something like this for yourself, but, for now, I have a nightie for you." She smiled down at him, a little condescending, but more than that, seductive. She offered him a hand and helped him stand. "But for now, turn around and I'll unbutton you and get you out of the dress." John turned, but instead of unbuttoning him, Rose ran her hands down his back, slowly, kissed the back of his neck and whispered in his ear. "This feels so nice, doesn't it, Bebe? So soft. So pretty. You like it, don't you, Bebe?" John was more than a little shocked by Rose's attention, not to mention her aggression, but he nodded and tried to control his breathing. "So, so pretty. So, so girly. You're just a girl, aren't you? Just a little girl and I'm your big, strong woman." She ran her finger along the middle of the rear of his panties, toying with the opening. "Tell me that you like it." "I like it," he shivered. "How does it make you feel?" "Pretty." "Pretty, and..." "...and desired." She bit his earlobe where the pearl earrings had been installed. "Desired as a man..." she bit his neck,"... or as a girl.?" "A girl." "What kind of girl?" "A pretty girl." "What other kind of girl?" He knew what she wanted him to say and when her tongue entered his ear, he closed his eyes and muttered, "A little girl. A pretty, little girl." With that, Rose started pulling up his skirts by the handful until her hands reached the smooth, soft skin of his legs. From there, she found his silky panties and ran her hands over the lacy pattern as she thrust her own pelvis in his backside. "That's what a little girl should feel like," she whispered in a husky voice. "Smooth. Soft and no ugly bulges in her panties." She thrust her hand under the gusset of his panties and grasped his swollen organ encased inside. "Come for me, Bianca. Come on. I know you want to. I can feel it growing. Lose all that nasty boy stuff you're trying to hold back. Let it go. Come for me, baby. Come for me." He was delirious with excitement and when he came, the position of his organ held his orgasm at bay even longer and he shivered and shook as his knees collapsed and he ended up on his knees, panting and still spewing shots of cum into his previously virginal panties. She considered taking this opportunity to teach him the finer points of cunnilingus, but he looked so helpless and little on the floor that she just wanted to have him remember this experience. How she brought him to his knees and gave him pleasure like he'd never known before. Finally, he caught his breath and raised his eyes demurely to see Rose's smiling face. "Did you like that, baby girl?" She asked in a sing-song voice. He nodded and smiled. "Good. Now, let's get those wet panties off of you and get you into the shower. Look what I have for you to wear to bed." She held up a very pretty, soft pink, cotton nightie that had small, silk bands over the shoulders, a gathered bodice a loose skirt that was covered in little eyelets and ended in two rows of ruffles at the bottom. "Isn't it adorable?" John kept his demure attitude as he nodded and smiled. Rose offered him her hand and helped him to stand. "Ok. Now, let's get those wet panties into the hamper and I'll get you into the shower so that you can be in bed before your mommy gets home." Her tone was sugary sweet and a bit condescending, but she had just given him something he had wanted for ages. If that's what it took to get a hand job from a goddess, then so be it! When his buttons were unbuttoned and the dress and slip removed, John pulled his wet panties down his legs and off. He wondered if he should soak them or something, but Rose just dropped them into the hamper. This time, John made no attempt to hide is tool from Rose, not after what had just happened. Rose looked at him. A fit body, but not toned. Thin, but far from waif-like. The breasts blended perfect onto his body without a hint of seam, anywhere. Moving down to a flat belly and long, shapely legs, separated from each other by a respectably sized male organ. However, in its hairless state, it made him look very boyish down there. "You're so pretty, she smiled and drew his hair behind his ears. You know what? I'm a pretty lucky woman to have a baby sister like you." John smiled, still worn from the evening's events. By the time he was in the shower, John's Head was spinning. Ed had kissed him so sweetly and Rose had given him so much and he'd liked being 'just a girl' with Annie and Cassie. What was happening? Who was he? Who was he becoming?