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On the way home, I texted Tiffany about coming with me to babysit; she
said yes, and was excited that she would be making some extra cash. I
texted her the whole story about how I had met Chrissie and Mr.
Roberts, about getting my ears pierced, and how I had "dressed up" a
bit for the interview. Chrissie had taken some pics of us playing
dolls together in her bedroom, which I sent to Tiffany. "OMG,
girlfriend!" she immediately texted back. "You are smoking hot!!!!"
she said, with a trail of face emojis with the tongue hanging out and
hearts and flames. "I have to see you in person you little vixen, can
you come over? Me and Ashley are hanging out at my house." I asked
my mom if it was OK; even though it was a Sunday night, there was some
teacher conference tomorrow so there was no school and since I had
finished all my homework over the weekend my mom said it would be OK,
and within a few minutes was dropping me at Tiffany's house.
I rang the bell, and when Mr. Brooks opened the door he clearly did
not recognize me. "Yes, can I help you young lady?"
"Hi Mr. Brooks, it's me - Taylor, Tiffany's friend. She asked me to
come over to hang out with her and Ashley."
"Oh, right - Taylor. Sorry, I didn't recognize you," he stammered.
"You look so much more - well, grown up, let's say" he said. "I had
a job interview today, and since I'm going to be babysitting as a
girl, well my mom thought it would be a good idea for me to go all
out. The family knows that I'm not really a girl, but I hit it off so
much with the daughter Chrissie that her dad thought it was OK, and I
got the job, Mr. Brooks."
"OK, Taylor," he said. "It's a little unusual, but I suppose as long
as you're being upfront with them, that's alright. I've always
believed in "live and let live" and what you're doing isn't hurting
anyone, so I say you go for it and be who you are, young lady!"
"Oh, thank you Mr. Brooks, that's so nice of you to say," I said, as I
noticed Tiffany and Ashley running down the stairs towards the front
door.
They hugged me and stepped back and took in my whole look. They loved
my romper and commented on how cute the shoes looked with it, how
nicely I matched my tights to the outfit, and of course they had to
inspect my new earrings! They were really impressed with my makeup.
"It looks so classy," said Ashley. "Did you have it professionally
done?"
"No, Ashley - my mom did it. Ever since I was a little boy, I have
always loved spending time with my mom while she got ready for work,
it was "our time" together each day. She was always so impeccable
about the makeup she wore, I swear she could do it as a career if she
wasn't a lawyer. I've learned a lot from watching her over the years,
but have never had a need to make myself up before! After what she
showed me this morning, I feel like I could do it myself if I had to."
"What do you mean, 'if you had to'"? said Tiffany. "Of course you're
going to have to do it again. Because you're going to come teach us,
girlfriend!"
"Yeah, that would be so fun, could you Taylor?" repeated Ashley. "OK,
but not right now, alright you guys? I've had a long day and just
want to chill."
"Well, I'll let you girls go," said Mr. Brooks. "Nice to see you
again Taylor, and I hope to see you coming around more often." When
we got up to Tiffany's room, we all jumped up on the bed. I kicked
off my flats, and tried to mimic the other girls' mannerisms as they
sat down; I tucked my nylon-covered legs under me, and sat on the
backs of my thighs in a feminine manner as Ashley did. Ashley was
wearing a blue denim miniskirt with tan pantyhose, and a pink blouse.
She usually wore skirts or dresses, I thought to myself - I don't
think I had ever seen her in jeans. Tiffany was dressed more
casually; she was wearing tight black Lululemon leggings and a purple
camisole-style top. As I looked at the image of the three of us in
the mirror across the room, we looked like three pretty girlfriends -
and that's exactly how I felt as they started asking me about my day.
I told them all about how I decided to go shopping with my mom and
Vanessa, how I agreed to go in "girl mode" with Vanessa lending me her
romper, and my mom's suggestion that if I was going to be going out
more in public dressed this way that I should present a more feminine
image, rather than looking like a "boy in a dress" so to speak. "So
that's when my mom decided to give me a makeover," I explained. "Is
this your first time wearing full makeup, Taylor?" asked Tiffany.
During our sleepover the night before, I had explained to both girls
that I had sometimes snuck into my mom's room as a young boy and
explored trying on my mother's clothes. So I think they were
wondering if I had ever completely dressed up before. "No, this is
the first time I've ever been made up," I answered. "Wow," said
Ashley. "Your first time was a smashing success, I'd have to say
girl! How did you feel when you saw yourself in the mirror for the
first time? Did it surprise you how pretty you turned out?"
"Yeah," said Tiffany. "Did you get turned on by yourself?" Both
girls laughed at that. "I'm serious, Taylor - you're so hot!"
"Well," I explained. "I have to say I was so shocked but really happy
at the same time. I often fantasized about "passing" as a real girl
when I tried on my mom's clothes. After seeing myself in the mirror,
it gave me the confidence to go out of the house dressed completely as
a girl! I didn't think people would notice that I was a boy unless
they got really close to me. Luckily my voice is softer and a higher
pitch than most other boys, so I don't think that was a dead giveaway.
It felt really good to walk through the mall without anybody even
giving me a second look. Hey, I almost forgot to tell you - I ran
into Kevin and a group of his friends in the food court!"
"Oh, that's weird - I was hanging out with him before and he didn't
mention that," she said. "That doesn't surprise me, Tiffany. He was
hanging with his jock friends, and I think it seemed like he was
embarrassed to let on in front of them that he was friends with a boy
that was dressed up as a girl. I get it, and it's OK."
"Taylor, Kevin's not like that. He's really open minded and is not a
"dumb jock" type. But some of his friends are, so you might be right
about that." Kevin and his friends were sophomores in high school,
while we were still in 8th grade so we didn't really know them too
well.
Finally, I told them about how I thought my mom had a crush on
Chrissie's dad, Paul. "Wow, that's so cool Taylor," said Ashley.
"What's he like? Didn't your mom just get separated from your dad?"
"Well, although my dad just moved out, they have been virtually
separated for a long time from what my mom tells me. She is still
young and pretty and is successful at work, I don't mind the idea of
her dating, I think it would be good for her. And Mr. Roberts is a
good looking man. He owns his own construction company and he seemed
really nice and asked my mom and me to stay for dinner tonight. I
hope that she can see more of him, and I'm already thinking of how
Chrissie and I can conspire to play matchmaker!"
We spent another hour or so talking "girl talk" as Tiffany and Ashley
told me about their boyfriends. "Steven seems like he's moving too
fast for me," she said. "We were at the movies the other night, I was
wearing a cute outfit I had just bought; a black corduroy mini skirt,
with sheer black pantyhose, black ankle boots, and a white cashmere
sweater. He told me how hot I looked when we met at the theater,
which I thought was nice. When we sat in our seats, his hand rested
on my knee, which I also thought was nice. I think he really liked my
nylons especially! But before long his hand started moving up my leg,
and was soon caressing the inside of my thigh! I moved his hand back
down to my knee and he seemed a little disappointed. Taylor - it was
only my 2nd date with him, don't you think he was being too
aggressive?" she asked. "Well, it's hard for me to say, Ashley. But
if you're not comfortable with that, he has to respect your wishes.
That's the important thing." I added. Tiffany nodded her head in
agreement, and they both hugged me and said they thought I was really
smart about things like that and that they were so glad we were all
getting closer as girlfriends.
"Me too," I said. "I don't have many guy friends, but with the few
I've had we don't really talk like this at all. They talk mostly
about sports, or boasting about some conquest with a girl which always
made me feel uncomfortable. Guys never talk with each other about
their emotions like this, and I really like it and having 2
girlfriends is just so much different and fun!"
With that, we had decided I better head home. Even though we didn't
have school the next day, we did have ballet class in the morning and
I thought it would be nice to sleep in my own bed after sleeping over
at Tiffany's the night before. The girls walked me downstairs; I had
called home to get a ride and I could see Courtney pulling into
Tiffany's driveway. I stuck my head into the living room, where Kevin
and Mr. Brooks were watching TV, and waved goodbye. "Bye Taylor,"
they both said, as I also said goodbye to Mrs. Brooks who was doing
some work in the dining room. "Goodnight sweetheart, I didn't get a
chance to tell you earlier but you look really cute! I hope to see
you soon honey."
When we got home, I went up to my room to change. I removed my romper
and thought about leaving on my tights, but decided to take them off
as well. The more I added to my new, feminine wardrobe, the more I
loved the feeling of wearing nylons. I only had one pair of tights
that weren't specifically for ballet, and 2 pair of sheer pantyhose
which I hadn't yet worn. I decided I was going to have to seriously
expand my selection of legwear, if I was going to be wearing them more
often which was definitely my plan. It was so much nicer and more
comfortable when just lounging around the house to wear something from
my girl wardrobe; although I would of course have to continue dressing
as a boy for school, I was starting to think more and more that I
would change out of my boy clothes after getting home from school. On
the days I had ballet, I'd already be wearing my tights and leotard,
and I loved wearing them so much that there was no way I could see
taking them off and changing into boy clothes after ballet class!
With that in mind, I did feel like the tights were a little warm
inside the house to wear with my pajamas, so I got the package of nude
pantyhose out of my lingerie drawer (yes, it feels so amazing to refer
to it as "my lingerie drawer!") and removed them from the package. I
loved the feel of the sheer hose as I slowly rolled them up my legs.
Then, dressed in just my panties and hose, I went into the drawer of
my dresser where I kept my sleepwear, and selected the cream color
pajamas with long pants. I loved how the satin material felt as it
brushed against my sheer pantyhose - like heaven! I also liked how my
feet looked in the nylons; I could just make out the shine from my
toenail polish through the foot of my hose. I went into the bathroom
and found some makeup remover in the medicine cabinet, and quickly
removed my blush my blush and eye shadow. However I did keep on my
mascara and eyebrow makeup which I thought was subtle enough to leave
on. With that, I started leaving the room, but then remembered what
my mom said about walking around the house in my stocking feet, so
went back to my closet, slipped into my fluffy pink slippers, and went
downstairs to the living room where my mom and sisters were watching
"The Bachelorette."
I joined them on the couch, kicking off my slippers and bent my legs
up under me in a feminine manner, like I had learned at Tiffany's.
"Are you wearing your new pantyhose under your pajamas, Taylor?" she
asked. "Girls generally don't wear pantyhose to sleep in, you can do
whatever you want but you might find that a little uncomfortable." My
sisters weren't really paying attention, although Vanessa chimed in "I
think she's like me, mom - we both love wearing nylons." I nodded my
head in agreement and we turned our focus to the program.
It was the first episode of a new season, so all of the potential guys
were being brought in to meet the bachelorette. As each one came into
the room, we all offered our opinions on which ones we thought were
the most good-looking, how they were dressed, and whether they seemed
sincere. Since I wasn't attracted to the guys in the same way as my
mom and sisters, it was a little different for me but I joined them in
on making comments like "I agree with Courtney - Tyler is definitely
the biggest hunk out of all the guys." Or "Actually I think Shane is
the most stylish, he looks really cute and classy wearing the blue
blazer." Or "I think I like Derek the best, the way he looked at Emma
with those blue eyes, he seems so sincere, more than the other guys."
I found it weird that I was making comments like this. I know that I
wasn't looking at the guys like my sisters were, and feeling attracted
to them in that way. I wasn't gay and never looked at guys that way!
But it just seemed so natural to talk like this; I felt comfortable
making these comments and share in the girl talk with them. Was
wearing the girl clothing starting to change me emotionally? Was it
changing the way I thought about myself? Was it turning me gay?
These were all the questions swirling around in my head and it made me
so confused! So instead of getting upset, I made a conscious effort
to just enjoy watching the show and enjoy how wonderful it felt to be
dressed in my soft satin pajamas and nylons.
When I awoke the next morning, I got out of bed and walked to the
bathroom. Although I was still half asleep, I found myself
instinctively sitting down on the toilet to pee instead of my usual
standing position. Once again, a subconscious feminine action...I
finished, and pulled up my pantyhose and pajamas, put on my slippers
and went downstairs to have some breakfast. "Good morning,
sweetheart. My mom and Vanessa were at the kitchen table eating some
yogurt and granola. "No pancakes this morning, mom?" I asked. "No
dear; your sisters and I had been discussing this for the past few
weeks and we're going to start helping each other to move to a more
healthy diet. With the changes in your wardrobe and the fact that you
will be attending ballet in your leotard and tights, and also the fact
that you'll be presenting your "girl" self to the Roberts family, I
think it would be wise for you to start focusing also on making sure
you are eating better to maintain a more girlish figure. Don't you
agree?"
"OK, I guess so mom. I love pancakes and waffles and bacon though,
couldn't we at least make them once in awhile?"
"Yes, dear, we girls have to reward ourselves from time to time for
the sacrifices we make to look beautiful, don't we?" she said with a
smile.
I forced myself to eat some yogurt, went upstairs to shower, than put
on my pink robe that Tiffany had given me as a present, and went to my
dresser to pick out my clothes for ballet class. I had worn my
favorite combo of the lavender leotard with my black tights for the
last class; for today, I decided on my pink leotard and white tights
so I found the tights and put them on, along with my pink slippers.
The combo of white and pink looked just sooooo cut! I remembered what
my mom had said, about not getting dressed before putting on my
makeup, so I went into the bathroom in my robe, tights and slippers to
apply my makeup but found it difficult doing it while standing up,
especially since there wasn't much counter top space in the bathroom.
I decided to go down the hall and see if it would be OK to use my
mom's dressing room and vanity. "That's fine, dear - and I see the
dilemma we're having here. You're welcome to use my room to do your
makeup but I think it would be better to get you a vanity and makeup
mirror that you could put in your room so you didn't have to always
come down to mine. We can pick something up for you at Target this
weekend if you'd like."
"Yes, and thanks mommy, I think that's a great idea especially since
I'm going to have to do my makeup all the time now that I got the
babysitting job."
I had quickly learned how to apply makeup over the past few days, so
it didn't take me long. I decided on a bit heavier look this time so
I washed my face and applied a thin coat of foundation before adding
in the blush. I liked the look and decided not to go with any eye
makeup, instead I applied a coat of clear lip gloss, was satisfied
with my look and went back to my room. After hanging up my robe in
the closet and putting away my slippers, I stepped into my pink
leotard and loved how it looked with my white tights! I then stepped
into my white "boy shorts" to provide a little extra coverage, slipped
on my Uggs, and then made a mental note that I needed some tops to
wear over my leotard since the thin spaghetti straps did not give me
much coverage in my bosom area. Again, Vanessa came to my rescue and
let me borrow a top; it was a simple pink V-neck t-shirt, which I
thought would match well with my leotard. I looked at the tag and it
was from Pink by Victoria's Secret. I thought to myself as I pulled
my arms through the shirt that I was going to need a few more shorts
and top sets to wear to ballet. I was also going to need some other
shoes to wear besides the Uggs, which were a bit heavy in the warm
weather.
I gave my mommy a kiss goodbye when she dropped me at ballet class and
went into the studio. The other girls immediately noticed my earrings
and complimented me on them, but otherwise did not really remark about
my appearance. I was starting to just blend in as one of the girls
which is exactly how I wanted it. I had never been very comfortable
being the center of attention. I sat down next to Tiffany, her friend
Leigh, and Ashley and removed my shorts, top, and Uggs and put them in
my pink ballet bag while also taking out my pink ballet slippers,
putting them on over my tights. The four of us then starting
stretching together, first on the floor and then at the barre. It was
good to have four girls stretching together in a group since we could
spot each other at the barre. I was paired with Leigh, while Tiffany
paired with Ashley. Miss Ellen came over and helped me to get my leg
a little higher on the barre, and Leigh helped by placing one hand on
my calf and the other end under my foot to help me straighten out my
leg. I then helped her in the same way. We then sat on the floor
facing each other with our legs stretched out, touching the bottoms of
our ballet slippers together while taking each other hands to help
each other stretch. We were both wearing identical colors - she was
also in a pink leotard, white tights and pink ballet slippers! "It
looks like I'm looking in a mirror!" I said and we laughed, although
Leigh added, "yes, but you're much prettier than I am, Taylor."
"That's not true, Leigh, if I was a boy I'd kill to ask you out on a
date!" And we both laughed again at the joke.
After we stretched, Miss Ellen had us begin working on our ballet
positions. I didn't want to come across like a total beginner in
class, so I had been learning by watching YouTube videos over the past
few weeks. So when she told us to do first position, she asked me and
Bridgette, another new girl in class, if we needed one of the other
girls to show us. Bridgette said, "Yes, Miss Ellen - thank you," and
one of the other girls assisted her. I placed my heels together,
pointed my toes outward, and Miss Ellen said, "Excellent, Taylor." I
felt like a million bucks! We then proceeded to walk through second
through fifth position, and I felt pretty good about how I did.
"Girls, line up at the barre and let's start some more advanced
warmups," she said. "OK, now let's try a tendu front-" And with
that, I postured myself into 3rd position, held the barre with my
right hand, and slowly slid my left foot out until just my pointed
toes were in contact with the floor. I looked down the line at the
other girls to confirm that I was doing it right. Thank you, YouTube!
We moved to a tendu side, which meant sliding my left foot out to the
side while keeping my toes touching the floor. Then, a tendu back and
finally returning to the tendu front position.
"Excellent job, girls. Now let's move to a degage." Which I
remembered was similar to the tendu except the foot was raised
slightly off the floor. The next exercise was more difficult for me;
it was called a grande battement, and required a slow kick up to hip
height, while maintaining the leg parallel to the floor. I realized I
needed to work on my flexibility, as I could not quite get my leg up
to my hip. Looking down the line of girls, I saw their legs held
straight out in a line of white, pink, black, yellow and blue tights,
all at just about the same height. Then a leg in a white tight (mine)
that was about 3 inches lower than the other girls'. All of the gains
in my confidence level were immediately gone! Miss Ellen must have
picked up on my disappointment; she came over and encouraged me.
"That's excellent for your first class, Taylor. You'll be able to get
your leg up to hip level in no time! You might want to try some extra
stretching or yoga at home, sweetie."
Finally, she had us work on our plies, which I knew I could nail!
That was the pose I had practiced the most. This required starting in
1st position, with the arm out in 2nd position, and bending the knees
until my heels came off the floor and then bringing the arm back down
to 1st position, while keeping the back straight. It was so much
better doing this in class with a group of girls because I could see
that my back was not quite as straight as the other girls'. The
remainder of the class was a whirlwind of leaps, spins, and turns and
by the end of it I was so tired!
I think I had been a little na?ve about taking ballet. I had
fantasized since I was a little boy about wearing being dressed in the
exact leotard, tights and ballet slippers that I was wearing today,
and being in a class with girls and a teacher that supported me for
being different. It was everything I always dreamed of! But what I
never dreamed about was how much hard work was going to be involved.
So I committed myself at that moment to take Miss Ellen's advice and
try yoga to increase my flexibility. I wanted more than anything to
win her approval, and also feel like I was on par with the other girls
in the class. I wanted to earn their respect! Part of it was the
fact that I was a boy, wearing girls' ballet clothes, and I in the
back of my mind I still wondered if they thought of me as some freak
or if I was doing this for some weird perverted reasons. So hell
yeah, I wanted to prove myself as a serious dancer.
That being said, my friends Tiffany, Ashley and Leigh all came over to
me after class and told me they were really surprised at how well I
had done. They all wanted to know how I knew a plie from a tendu! I
started to cry a little bit as this got me really emotional, as I told
them how I had prepared for class by watching hours of videos and
practicing. The all hugged me up and each of them teared up a little
bit and I felt so comfortable in that moment - these girls embraced me
and allowed me to share my emotions with them which they all
reciprocated with me. Until that moment I really did not feel like
one of the girls but now it felt like I had three sisters and best
friends and felt a closeness with them that I could never feel with my
boy friends. As a boy, you're taught to hide your emotions and be
strong; I've never felt that way inside, and now with these three
beautiful girls I knew that I was starting to find myself and as
Tiffany wiped a tear from my eye with a tissue I felt so happy inside
and felt more like a girl than a boy!
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