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Daddy With a Blue Dress By Cassandra Morgan Sometimes, things go bump in the night. There are noises. A floor creaks. Voices carry. The cat knocks over a lamp. The wind blows the shade. And kids hear. Billy Adams was only six, but he knew about odd noises. He used to believe he had a monster in his closet, and it was thing that made those noises in the night. But it wasn't true. Nothing lived under the bed, or in the bathroom, or down the hall. Billy was old enough to know that. He slipped from beneath his Buzz Lightyear planet. He moved through the dark toward Amy's room. Amy would know what to do. She was 10. She always knew what to do. He put down his Winnie the Pooh toy as he tiptoed down the hall to Amy's room. He entered her room. "Amy? Are you awake?" "Go away. Ten more minutes." "Amy, It's early. Are you up?" "I ... guess so. What time is it?" "It's about 2:30 in the morning. I heard a noise." "2:30? Wake me when it's really morning. Better yet don't." Billy left the room. He heard noise coming from his parents' room. He approached and saw the door was cracked open just a hair. He crouched down to get his line of sight low, then he peeked through the sliver. He saw his mother, sitting up in bed, laughing. And he saw his father... ...in a dress. It was a pale blue dress, short around his legs. And he was wearing heels. He had a wig on, with brown locks falling over his shoulders, and he was wearing some makeup. Lipstick. Something around the eyes. His was doing a little dance around the room, and his mother was giggling. "Now sway your hips, girlfriend," she said. "Put some motion in it. Spin for me. Lift your hem. Now show me your panties. That's great!" "How may I serve you, Miss?" "Make up the bed. Get out some towels." His father giggled. Giggled, like a girl! She made a small bobbing movement, like a bow. "Miss Mindy?" his father said. "Yes, Flower?" "Thank you. For all of this. Not all women would have put up with it." "Not all women like having such a pretty partner." His mother ran her hands down his father's side. She didn't seem to be surprised he was in a dress. She seemed to like it. His father smiled. He walked across the room. It was the way Aunt Sarah walked, on his tiptoes with his hips swaying. Billy's mouth was open, and his eyes were wide. This was his father? "Jiggle those boobies, Flower," his mother said in a loud whisper. "Let's put some motion in the ocean. Show me what you've got!" His father stuck out his rear. He pursed his red lips and blew a kiss toward his mother. She laughed again and clapped. "Jesus, you were made for this," his mother told his father. "You should forget about being a man. Embrace this side of you." Billy pulled his head away from the light. His father? His father was a girl? Why was his Daddy wearing lipstick? It was the middle of the night, and his mother was watching the whole scene. It was weird. His Daddy didn't wear dresses. Those were Mommy's clothes. Mommy looked pretty in a dress. But Daddy? He returned to Amy's room. He entered it again. "Amy?" "What now?" "Daddy's in a dress." "You're dreaming. Go back to bed." "I'm serious, Amy. He's wearing mommy's shoes, too. He's walking around like Aunt Sarah does at a party." "Oh, get real. He's not wearing a dress. You just had a bad dream." "Come with me. We can spy." "Fine. I'll show you." The two snuck down the hall, but this time, their parents' door was closed. Amy tried to look through the keyhole, but she couldn't see anything. Laughter came. From behind the door. "I'm telling you," Billy said. "He was wearing a dress. A blue and white one. Like Alice in Wonderland." "You're insane. We'll ask Mom in the morning. She doesn't lie to us." "Amy? Do other kids have fathers who are girls?" "No. And you don't either. You'll see." * * The next morning, the Walker house was as busy as usual. Mom was running late, and the school bus was coming, and Amy had taken the last pancake. Mom was trying to make one more for Billy, when her son looked at her with desperate eyes. "Mommy," he said. "Does Daddy wear dresses?" Mindy Walker froze her in her tracks. She glanced over at her husband Dan. They locked desperate eyes for a minute. "No, I don't," Dan said. Mindy glanced at her husband. She frowned. "It's complicated, Billy." The two adults stared at each other in obvious disagreement. "We don't lie to our children, Don," she said. "But Jesus, Mindy..." "They were going to find out eventually. Everyone is." "No, please Mindy." Mindy sat down next to her son. She prided herself in telling her kids the truth -- or at least a watered-down version of it. She wasn't going to change now. "Billy, do you know a sissy is?" "Sure," he said, spritely. "Vinnie Jenson is a sissy. When the boys play football, he plays jumprope with the girls. He has a doll. The boys all make fun of him." "Well, that's one kind of a sissy, Billy. The other kind are men who like to act like women. They wear dresses and lipstick and perfume. They do household chores and their wives are in charge of the household." "Oh," Billy said. "So what about them?" "Billy, your Daddy is a sissy. Don't tell anyone, but he likes to wear girls' clothes. They make him happy. He's going to start cleaning our house. You won't know him from most girls." Dan Walker went pale at the sound of the words. They were true, of course, but his son -- his only son -- wasn't supposed to know about it. Not yet. This was a bedroom game between him and his wife. No one needed to know about the panties or the bra or the dresses, least of all Billy. "Can Daddy have babies?" "No, Billy. There is a difference in being a woman -- like Mommy -- or a sissy -- like Daddy. Only women can have children. Like I had you. But sissies can take care of children. They can play with them and watch out for them and be a backup mommy." "But why does Daddy have to wear girls' clothes?" "Some men just like to. They like the way a dress feels on them. They like the colors. They like the fabric. Your Daddy has dressed as a girl since he was younger than you. I only found out about it after we got married. Since then, he's dressed in our bedroom. Now, he's going to dress for everyone." "Is he still my Daddy, or do I have two Mommies?" "Well, some people label it differently. We say he's still your Daddy. But he could have an operation and become your second Mommy." "Mommy?" "Yes, Billy." "I think Daddy is pretty." "Yes, your Daddy is. And if he becomes the family maid, you'll see him in dresses a lot. Will you be okay with that?" "I guess. Will he still read me stories?" "Every night, pumpkin. Every night." "Amy, do you have any questions?" Amy drew herself up. She regarded herself as much more mature than little Billy. She was going to be blunt. She was going to get things straight. "Just one. Is Daddy what they call a queer?" "Amy! We don't use that word in this house." "Fine. Is Daddy gay? I know what that is." "I don't think so. I think Daddy likes girls and boys, sweetheart. He doesn't admit it yet. But he does." "Jenny's Daddy is gay. Maybe he could date Dad." "Amy, Daddy is married. To me. I always say this, but dressing up is just about cloth. Give this some time. You'll get used to seeing Flower around." Dan groaned. Mindy had told her kids his nickname. She had told them he was bisexual. His world was crashing down. "Flower?" Amy asked. "It's her nickname," Mindy said, using the feminine pronoun to describe her husband. "From Dan, I called her Dandelion. And then I shortened it to Flower. She has a purple flower tattooed on her shoulder. It's very feminine. " "Don't worry, Daddy," Billy said. "We won't let the big kids beat you up like they do Vinnie. You can be a sissy if you want to." Dan offered a weak smile. His eyes, however, were those of a wounded animal. His kids knew he was a sissy. They knew he wore dresses. Could anything could be worse? * * "Mindy, how could you tell our kids?" "Because they'll find out eventually, Flower. A man can't walk through the living room in heels and expect them not to notice." "But I'm not ready to be out yet. I don't know if I ever will be." "Well, this should help you make your decision. You're a sissy, Flower. You know it. Why fight it? Why not shout it to the world?" "I'm not a sissy. I just like girls' clothes." "Do you like the idea of cooking and cleaning?" "I can live without it." "That's not an answer. Do you imagine yourself as the household maid? Curtsying and everything? Serving?" "Sometimes." "There you go. Honey, your family will learn about you. Your friends. Your co-workers. You're going to be the person who used to be a man. A sissy. This is a change of life, baby. This isn't putting on a dress at Halloween or giggling over playtime twice a week. This is the real deal. This is a different existence. This is ... surrender." "I can't." "Then let's throw away the uniforms. All the dresses. The wigs. You won't feel the lingerie slid over your body anymore. No more girly Dan at all. Do you want that?" "You ... you know I don't." "Honey, there are different flavors for different tastes. Some men like men. Some women like women. Some people want to be pets. Some want to be tied to the bed. Some want a fat partner, or an old one. Some want to sleep in a cage, or have someone go to the bathroom on them. You happen to like women's clothes. Since you started this, I've found out that I happen to like men in women's clothes. It all fits." "But you're not the one who was outed to her kids." "Flower, being outed is a good thing. You don't have to lie to Billy anymore. Or Amy. They know who you are now, and they still love you. The change isn't that big, really. Just clothes. A little makeup. A few chores. We'll all adjust." "Let's stop it. I'll put away the women's clothes. I'll be their father again." "How long will that last, Flower? Really? You've tried to stop dressing up, what? Ten times? Twelve? The compulsion is in you now. If you tried to stop, we'd be divorced in a year, and you'd be dressing alone in some seedy apartment in front of strange men. Wouldn't you rather have me to support you?" "I hate this in me." "No, you don't. You love it. You love wearing a bra. You love hose on your legs and heels on your feet. You love it when someone calls you a sissy. You love people looking at you and whispering, You love flouncing across the room like you're the Queen of Scotland." "Why do you put up with it? With me?" "Because I love you. And I love it when you're pretty. I love watching you put lipstick on in front of the mirror. I like it when you surrender your ego to me, when you do things you aren't sure you want to do." "Shouldn't you find a lesbian partner, then?" "It's a different flavor, as I was saying. I think women are gorgeous. I think they smell nice. But they aren't a man in a dress. They don't let me be a mistress for you. They don't make me wet when they wear a nightie." Flower looked at the floor. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "There's no going back, is there?" "Why would you want to go back, Flower? But, no, there isn't. A stockbroker can become a maid, but a maid can't become a stockbroker. You're a girl, Flower. You're going to be a girl from now on. My girl. My sissy. Forever." "What happens now?" "Now you get dressed. You start your chores. At 10 o'clock, you call Mr. Ashcroft and resign. We have enough money for a single girl, her kids and their maid." Flower started toward the staircase. He was walking slow, like a condemned man on his way to the firing squad. "Oh, Flower?" Mindy said. "Yes, Miss?" he said. "Don't forget to shave your legs." * * "Amy ... what do you think?" "About?" "About Daddy." "I hate it. I don't want a gay father. I don't want a Daddy in a dress. I don't want my father to have a boyfriend." "Do you really think Daddy would kiss a man?" "I think he'd do a lot more than that. Gay men do." "Ewww." "I know. You know what gay men do to each other?" "I assume they kiss." "They do more than that. They have sex. Do you know what that is?" "I know what sex is. I'm not a little kid." "Well, can you imagine rubbing another boy's wiener?" "Ewww." "That's what I mean. If Daddy's going to be the girl, someone else is going to be the boy. Maybe Uncle Lucas. I'll bet he's gay, too." "Does he wear dresses?" "All gay people don't wear dresses. Some just like to be with guys." "It's going to take some getting used to seeing Daddy in a dress. My friends will never see it. I won't have them over. What was Daddy's name again? Flower?" Billy finally popped in. "Yeah. Will Daddy wear pants sometimes? Like when he goes to my Pee-Wee Baseball games" "I don't know, Billy. I don't think so. I think if he's going to change into being a girl all the time I don't think we have a real Daddy anymore." "Can you change just like that?" "I think so. They have to sew boobies onto your chest and buy you a va- jay-jay. You put on lipstick and go see the judge and he makes you a girl." "Why does Daddy want boobies?" "So he can wear a bra. Boobies are very girly things. I'm going to have them." "Will I get boobies?" "Do you want them?" "I don't think so." "Well, you don't have to get them if you don't want them. They're for girls and their babies." "And Daddies in dresses?" "Them too." She turned to her daughter. "Amy, it's hard, isn't it?" "Yes. But I wonder..." "Wonder?" "Will Flower let me wear makeup?" * * "I like your nightgown. You can wear one of those from now on." "Oh. Okay." "Are you still pouting? Jesus, get over it. Enjoy the new you." "I liked the old me." "Yeah, as long as you could slip into something sexy when the doors were closed. Baby, it's time to open the doors." "But a nightgown and panties? What if I have to go to the kitchen for something?" "Then you'll be pretty when you get there. Now come kiss your Mistress." Flower clambered over the bed. Mindy held open an arm, and Flower slid underneath. Mindy stroked her flat chest through the satin of her nightie. Flower softly kissed her wife. Her Mistress. "Did you take your pills, Flower?" "I did. But won't it ... change me?" "It will. Glorious, wonderful, feminine changes. It'll make your chest grow, and your backside. It'll be easier to spank you." "You wouldn't spank me, would you?" "Of course I would," Mindy said, reaching down and running her hand over Flower's rump. "So soft. So nice." Mindy ran a finger along Flower's ass crack. She slid it inside. Dan jerked.. "Relax, Flower," Mindy said. "Your rear is one of your prime sex organs now. Here. Let's rub some lotion into it." "That's. ... nice." "It's called 'lube,' Flower. For lubrication." "Why do I need lubricating?" "Because I'm going to fuck you, Flower." "But you don't have a ... cock." "Sure I do. I bought it at the Sex Shop." "Jesus. That's big. That's too big. You can't expect to put that in me." "Why not? You used to fuck me all the time. That's why we have children,: "Funny, but I ... oooh. That hurts. Stop it." "That's three fingers, Flower. Not as big as my strap-on, though. Are you ready to be made into a woman." "It's too big, Mindy. I can't take all of that inside me." "You'd be surprised, Flower. Now lift your ass. You can put your face in the pillow if you want." "I don't want....ouch. Jesus. OW. Stop it. You're tearing my ass. It hurts." "That's it. Get into a rhythm. Feel it inside you. It's what a girl feels." "Stop it!" "Just relax. Feel the sides. Isn't that nice?" "No. I have a baseball bat up my ass." "Just a bit more. Go with it." "Damn. It hurts. My ass is on fire." "Want me to stop?" "No. It's getting ... It's ... nice." "Maybe I should stop." "Please. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard." "Call me Butch." "Butch?" "I'm. your boyfriend, right? Then call me Butch. Talk about my dick in your pussy. Beg me to go deeper." "God, yes. Butch. I love your dick. Be my man." And so Mindy pounded her husband rectally. She dragged her fingernails across his back. She laughed. She was in control, and it felt glorious. She loved having a sissy.. It was all very educational for Amy, who stood in the doorway and watched her father become a sissy. * * "I still don't believe Daddy is a sissy," Billy was saying. Amy shook her head. "Believe it. I spied on them yesterday. And they ... did things." "What kind of things?" "You're too young to know. But they had sex. And Mommy was on top. Daddy was the girl." "Really? Did he like it?" "Not at first. But then he did. Mommy had a toy thingie, and she put it in Daddy." "Where." "In his butt." "No!" "He was wearing panties and a bra. He had on a nightgown at first, but Mommy took it off of him." "What color was it?" "What color? Who cares what color it was? Our Daddy was in a nightgown." "I guess it's true. Daddy really is a girl. But does that make Mommy a boy?" "I don't know. She had on a nightie, too. But she had that...thing on her." "That's crazy. I wonder if other Daddies do that." "I don't know. Do you want to do that when you grow up?" "No. I mean, I don't think so." "You'd look cute in a dress." Billy frowned. He tried to imagine himself in a dress. Maybe Amy's Snow White dress. He shook his head. It was a silly image. Boys didn't wear dresses. Just Daddies. * * The next morning, Billy walked into the kitchen, and a strange woman was at the stove. She was wearing a short gray dress and black heels. It took Billy a minute to realize that was Daddy. Dan -- Flower -- was cooking pancakes while in a dress. He -- she -- was wearing makeup and a wig with brown hair. Billy could see her fingernail polish from across the room. "Good morning, Master Billy," the maid said. "How many pancakes do you want?" "Uh...two, please," Billy said. "I always have two." "I know that, Pumpkin. I make them for you every day." Billy didn't know what to say. He glanced at his mother, who sat at the table and drank her coffee. She smiled at him. "Isn't Flower pretty this morning, Billy?" she said. "Oh. Yes, ma'am. You're very pretty, Miss Flower." "No, it's just Flower. She's the maid, Billy. You'll get used to it." "Flower," Amy said. "Can you help me with my hair? I'm late for school." So Flower stopped what she was doing, and she ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, coaxing it to lay just right. Amy had gorgeous hair; don't all young girls? "There you go, Miss Amy. You're a supermodel now." "Thank you, Flow....thank you, Maid. Perhaps you will be of use, after all." Flower blushed at the dismissal. She supposed it was proper to be dismissed as the domestic help. "I'll have a cup of coffee, maid," Amy said. "Cream and sugar, please." Flower looked at Mindy. Mindy nodded. Flower poured. "I think I'll start drinking coffee from now on. Please have it waiting for me like you do Mommy's." "Yes, Miss Amy." "Curtsy, maid." So Flower curtsied to her daughter, and Mindy cackled. "Does that excite you, Dandelion? Do you like being ordered about by your preteen daughter? Do you get a thrill?" Flower said nothing. She just stared at the floor, accepting yet another change in her pecking order. She was no longer a parent of any ilk. She was just ... the maid. The help. The kids chased the school bus, with Amy holding Billy's hand. The image made them both look their ages as they scurried after the yellow bus. "Mindy, I .... " "Miss Mindy, remember?" "Miss Mindy. Are you going to let Amy talk to me like that." "Miss Amy." "I'm sorry. Miss Amy. I'm still her father." "Are you, prissy girl? You look like the family maid to me. I think you should be able to look after Miss Amy while maintaining your position, don't you? Remember, you wanted this. You traded in your old life to get this. So enjoy it. It beats having your ass spanked." Flower swallowed hard. She felt the tightness of her bra. She felt the softness of her panties, the smoothness of her hose, the weight of her boobs. She was a Sissy. She sighed and began to collect the dishes from the table. It was, after all, her job. * * Flower sat on Billy's bed, still in a silver nightgown. She had a book -- "The Princess Bride" -- and was reading to him. Billy sat in the crook of her arm. Every now and again, he would reach up and stroke her face, her lips, her hair. It was as if he was still trying to get his mind around the changes to his Daddy. "Daddy? Remember when we put my bike together?" "Of course I do, Master Billy. It was a great day." Billy nodded. "And when we put that Star Wars puzzle together. That was good, too. Right?" Flower nodded. "It was. I can think of a hundred moments we had together. I treasure all of them." "So why did you to be a girl?" "I wanted it because it felt right to me, Master Billy. Because I have faulty wiring in my brain." "Like the six-fingered man." "Excuse me." "In the book. The six-fingered man is a bad guy. He has bad wiring, too." "I supposed he does. So who is your favorite." "I like Inigo. He's cooler even than Wesley." "Yes, he is." "Daddy, did Wesley want to become Buttercup?" "Ha. Maybe. She had such pretty gowns." "Daddy? Can you not call me Master Billy anymore. I like it when you call me Billy." "Well, we can ask Mommy. She makes all those decisions." Billy scowled. "But this is just between us." "She's in charge, Master... Billy. That's part of our agreement. Miss Mindy likes being in charge. She likes making the decisions. I'm just the maid." "You're not. You're Daddy!" "Thank you. And I'll always be your Daddy. Now let's get back to the book. They were in the Fire Swamp, right?" "Right. With the R.O.U.Ses." "Yes. They're pretty disgusting, aren't they?" "Big rats. I hate rats." "Me, too." From the doorway, Mindy watched her husband and his son. She smiled. It was a perfect picture of why this was going to work. Billy wasn't going to judge. Amy was tougher, but she'd help discipline Flower. And she ws herself the Mistress of the Manor. God, the plan was working. * * Mindy and Flower moved slowly through the aisles of the Sex Shop. It wasn't as big as Flesh and Fantasies, but it was closer. Flower was in her black maid's dress, but it was obvious she was male. In the Sex Shop, however, no one blinked. Mindy paused over the anal plugs. "You like this one, Flower? It vibrates." "Miss Mindy...I don't need it." "Bull," she said. "You really liked your ass play the other night." "Miss...please keep your voice down." "Why? These people are all amused to see someone else's sissy." A stranger in the opposite aisle laughed to himself. "Oh, there are the cock cages. We definitely need one of those. What do you think? Pink?" "Please no. I don't want to be locked up." "Flower, you still get hard. I can't have my children looking at that little thing." "I'll wear a girdle." "I know you will. And you'll wear a holster over your joystick, too. Because I said so." "Look at it, Miss Mindy. It looks horrible." "It looks like protection to me. Something to lock your pee-pee away. Hey, it isn't a big of a loss. It's so little." "It isn't that little." "Of course it is. You look like a mouse with a hard-on. Don't worry. Your pills will stop that, and then you won't have to wear it. Unless we like it." Nice choice, Flower thought. I could have my penis locked away, or I could have it drained of its energy. Jesus. Did I really want this? He glanced at a display of a pink corset on the nearby wall. It was smooth and pretty and the laces dangled off of it. He felt his groin twitch. Yes, he really did want it * * * Billy's birthday party was a little different this year. There were no ponies or clowns. There were just big boy games, football and tag. The girls -- yes, he invited girls -- were huddled in the back, watching the boys play and talking about them. At present, a spirited game of tag was going on. Flower was it, and she was chasing a lanky kid named Rod. Rod was turning around, running backward, taunting Flower, whose heels were singing in the grass. Normally, Flower was very, very good at moving in heels, but playing a kid's game was a bother. Even so, she kept smiling, and she kept chasing. When other players were "it," it lasted about five seconds. There was always the chubby kid, or the awkward one. But even those kids seemed able to tag Flower. She was forever "it," mincing in her short yellow dress, wobbling as she pursued the cackling children. "Your maid is pretty cool," Rod said to Billy. "Thanks. She's nice." "How long have you had a maid? I thought only rich people had maids." "Oh, not long. She's really my Daddy." "Huh?" "She's what they call a Sissy. She's very girly." "Your Dad is a Sissy?" "I think it's cool. She's very happy when she's not working." "But she's....girly." "Nothing wrong with girls." "Except they eat spiders." "Yeah. And caterpillars. "I wonder if Flower eats bugs now that she's a girl." "Billy, I think it's cool, too. Maybe I'll ask my Dad if he'll wear a dress. They could form a club!" "I think Daddy would like that. Mommy says he likes boys." "Well, so do I." "Not that way. I think Daddy likes to kiss their pee-pees." "Ewwww." "Look. Flower is singing Happy Birthday. Let's go get cake." "Cool. Flower sings just like my aunt." "She's prettier than your aunt." "I wonder ..." "What?" "My Dad is divorced. Do you think your Daddy could be my Mommy?" "Let's ask him!" And they boys ran toward the cake and the presents and the man in the yellow dress. * * Chance Reynolds was a longtime friend of Dan's. They ran together, and they golfed, and they went to Bengals games and griped about the coach. All of that was in in the old days. Now, Dan was Flower, and Chance was struggling to deal with it. "Why do you want to be a sissy?" he asked Flower. "I don't know. It ... feels nice. I like serving Miss Mindy. I like being a submissive." "Jesus. So you're not just a Sissy, you're a pussy." Flower sighed deeply. If any of his friends understood, he thought it would be Chance. Chance knew him. He had been in his wedding party, and he was Amy's Godfather. Hell, in Flower's mind, they could still play golf, and they could still watch the Bengals. They could still ... talk. "Aren't you still my friend, Chance?" "I...I guess so. But it's different when you're in a dress. I feel like we ought to be going to fashion shows and wedding showers." "Those are nice, too." "Dan...are you ...gay?" "Everyone asks that. Does it matter, Chance? Are you afraid I'm going to attack you?" "Of course not. I just wonder what the others will say." "The others?" "Tony. Brick. Desmond." "They'll say: 'Why are you hanging around with the faggot? Does he suck you off?' What else would they say?' " "So are you? A faggot?" "Maybe. I think men are handsome. I think about it sometimes. I watch transsexual porn, and it arouses me." "Jesus, Dan. You're a dick-smoker." "Maybe. Look, I need to get home. I didn't mean to offend you." "You aren't offending me if you're gay. As long as you don't leave fingerprints on my dick." "Funny. Look, if I joined the Navy, I'd wear different clothes while we we watched football games. Think of it like that. I'm just wearing different clothes." "And you're watching my ass." "I am not." "Well, why not? I have a cute ass." "You're a pain in mine." The two old friends laughed. Maybe it was going to be okay. * * Amy's 11th birthday party started slowly. She was too old for toys, but too young to be happy with just clothes. But she got a beginner's makeup set, and several bras, and that made her feel almost like a teenager. Amy wanted very badly to be. a teen. That meant cars and boys and kissing and boobies. Mary Jane was over. And Kimmy and Beth and Brittney. Shawna and Leeanne were there. Two boys, Jerome and Randy, had come. And, of course, there was Flower. A girl doesn't need a parent at her party, specially a father in a dress. Hell, if Flower wasn't embarrassed, she was. That monstrosity in the pink dress and matching heels was going to make her the laughing stock of her sixth grade class. But she wasn't. Frankly, Flower was a delight. She helped the girls play with their makeup, and she rolled their hair, and she offered fashion tips. Oh, her clothes were old lady clothes, of course, but the effort was nice. It was more than her Mom would do. They played party games -- she and Jerome were in a closet for five minutes. They did karaoke. They talked about movies and how dreamy the guy who played Thor was. Flower served them cake and ice cream -- Amy swore she would't eat it because of her figure, but she did. They watched movies. And they talked about boys' thingies. Amy could never have talked like this in front of her dad. But Flower joined the conversation, and the girls talked about which boys probably had the biggest ones. Mary Jane said she wasn't a virgin anymore -- her cousin Paul the previous summer had taken care of that -- but most of the girls were sweet in their innocence. "Flower?" Amy finally said when she was alone with Flower.. "Do you wear panties?" "Of course I wear panties, Miss Amy." "I can see you wear a bra. But do you have boobies?" "Not yet, Miss Amy. But I'm taking pills. They'll grow." "We could race!" Flower giggled. "First one to a B-cup wins!" Amy reached out. She squeezed Flower's hand. It was the single most affectionate move Amy had made in months. Flower smiled at her daughter. "Daddy?" she said. She corrected herself. "Flower?" "Yes, Miss Amy?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No, Miss Amy. I've told you before. I think men are gorgeous. I'm very attracted to them. But I'm married to your mother. I don't need a boyfriend." "I have one." "You do?" "Yeah. Jerome. Is it okay that he's black?" "Miss Amy, color is not important. The soul is important. Is Jerome a nice boy? Does he treat you with respect?" "He's wonderful. I love him." "Sweetie, you're awfully young to think about love. Just be kids, and don't rush into anything. Okay?" "Oh, we don't do anything. We just go to the movies together and hold hands." "I like holding hands." Amy smiled. "You know, Flower, you're better this way. When you were just a Dad, you were grumpy a lot of the time. Now you're nice. I like you." "I like you, too, Miss Amy." "I'm going to see if Jerome is still around, okay?" "Amy? Thanks for telling me." "You're welcome. Sissy." Amy stuck out her tongue. She grinned at Flower. And Flower thought her heart would burst." * * "That was a nice dinner, Flower. I like what you did with the fish." "Thank you, ma'am. Should I make it a regular meal?" "I think so. It was tasty but light. We should eat more fish. "Yes, Miss Mindy." "Kids in bed?" "Yes, Ma'am. They both have busy days tomorrow. It's picture day." "So why don't we talk, maid-man?" "Yes, ma'am." "Do you still like this shit? Cooking and cleaning and having all our neighbors know you're a screaming sissy?" "I like it, ma'am. Do you?" Mindy smiled. She stretched. "I love it. My little girlfriend takes care of me, and she's not going to be fooling around with other women. Not with needle-dick." "Again, it isn't that small, Miss Mindy." "No. Not if you're screwing someone in the ear. Oh don't mind me. I love Tom Thumb. It gave me two wonderful children." "Yes, ma'am. It did." "You ever think about sleeping with men?" "Not seriously. Someone will come on TV, and I think 'he's interesting.' But I would never cheat on you." "What if it wasn't cheating?" "Excuse me, Miss Mindy?" "What if there was a guy I found interesting, and one you found interesting. If we both went to bed with him, would that be cheating?" "That would be your decision, Mistress. I just work here." Mindy laughed. Then she grew serious. "What if it was Chance?" Chance? His best friend? Chance was cute, but there was no way Flower wanted to see Chance and Mindy together. That was just ... twisted. "Chance would be hard on me, Miss Mindy. We're such good friends." "Wouldn't that make it better, Flower? I've always thought of Chance as your boy-toy." "I can't imagine me and him. I can't imagine you and him." Mindy smiled. "So if you had a choice between Chance and Scott, who works in my office, what would you do?" "Can I pass on both of them?" "No. And if you fuck with me, I'll fix it so they both have you at once. The Facebook pictures would be amazing." "Miss Mindy, would you do that to me?" "A sissy obeys her Mistress, Flower. If I say you kiss a dick, then you pucker up. I love you, but this is part of your submission." "What if you just sleep with one of them on your own? I'll even watch if you want. I'll be your cuckold, and you can get a bigger dick." "No. I think I want a threesome. I think I want to see you blow Chance. I think I want to have Chance inside me. How does that hit you?" "In between the eyes, ma'am. But, of course, it's. your call .... But I don't think Chance wants me." "He says he does." "You ... talked to him?" "A mistress plans these things out, Sissy. Chance is coming over Saturday. The kids are going to my parents' house." "Saturday? That's awful soon," "Not soon enough for me. I'm ready for this, Flower. I need a man who isn't a sissy." "Miss Mindy? Are you sorry that I'm ... like this?" She smiled. "Of course not. You are sweet and wonderful and the kids love you. You have talked to bing a sissy wonderfully. But there are certain itches that a woman needs to scratch. Don't you have them, too?" Flower looked at her. Mindy looked back, and took note of Flower's green uniform and heels. And her makeup -- permanent now. And that her breasts were growing. "Of course I do, Miss Mindy. I just wanted to be enough for you." "Flower, when you eat steak, the chicken doesn't mind. When you eat pork, it's okay with the fish. What I get from Chance has nothing to do with you. What you get from Chance has nothing to do with me. It's just rubbing body parts together." Flower dropped her eyes. This was scary, but it was exciting. This was sensual, but it was nerve-wracking. My God. Chance's dick was a roller-coaster ride. * * Chance sat at the kitchen table, his eyes darting about the room. He didn't come across as a wild sexual rebel. He looked like a lost little boy, in over his head. Miss Mindy sat to Flower's right. The whole bunch of them looked awkward. "So how are you, Chance?" "I'm good, Mindy. I'm just a little skittish, I think." "We all are. It's natural. Do you think Flower is pretty?" "I always have," Chance said, looking at her. "I don't understand, but she ... affects me. I like her in a dress." "You mean she makes you hard?" "Like Chinese philosophy," Chance said, laughing. "Have you ever been with a trans woman before, Chance? "I haven't. But I've seen enough videos." "Us, too. Some of the sissies are very pretty, aren't they?" "Not as pretty as Flower." "Then kiss her." Chance leaned across the table. His lips gently touched Flower's, a sweet, tentative kiss. Then he kissed harder, and he licked her bottom lip. Flower could swear therrre were sparks." "Oh, my," Flower said. "I think we should all go to the bedroom, don't you?" Mindy said, taking charge. Chance went in to one of the bedrooms. Miss Mindy took Flower's hand and led her into their old Master bedroom. Funny they would call it that, isn't it? Mindy handed Flower a nightgown. It was long and pearl-colored. She put a red one on herself. Then she smiled at Flower. "It's time to de- flower Flower," she said. They walked back into Chance's bedroom, and saw Chance lying covered in the middle of the bed, probably nude. He smiled when the two of them came into the room. "Pull the covers back," Mindy said. He did, and his cock was mesmerizing. Flower could not take her eyes away from it. It wasn't dirty-movie-big, but it was nice and thick as it jutted from his groin. And it was going to be inside her. "Rover?" Mindy said. "Fetch!" Flower climbed over the bed, her eyes still locked on Chance's penis. She leaned down, an inch away from it. She breathed on it, and it twitched. Chance's hands found her head, and he nudged it forward. And Flower, in a moment she would never forget, kissed it. It was hard, but it was soft, and it was sweet, but it was tart. Flower engulfed it in her mouth and sucked hard. She licked the shaft as she felt Mindy probe her anus. Flower bobbed her head. Chance slowed her a bit, then moaned. Flower smiled, then deep-throated it as Mindy urged her on. It was the sweetest blowjob a sissy has ever given. Flower had to lick every centimeter of Chance's cock. She was made for this. It was as beautiful, and as filling, as she had imagined all those nights. "Roll over," Chance whispered. "Tell Mindy to move, and I'll make you happy." Flower shook her head. "Not now," she said. "This is mine." And she sucked it like a vacuum cleaner. She polished the knob as it if were the silverware. She tested it as if were the soup she was making. Her tongue was a mop, swabbing his testicles. Ha, she thought. My maid's skills are finally paying off. Chance jerked, and he came in torrents. His sperm filled Flower's mouth, and she lapped it up in hunger. She could not get enough of her reward. She was a cocksucker now, and she liked it, You could label her gay or bi or pan, whatever. From the first moment her lips met his tip, she was addicted. She loved cock. Loved it! Mindy was in the throes herself. She had abandoned Flower's ass, and she climbed onto Chance's head. She lowered herself, and she sighed deeply, and she ground into him as if she was trying to smother him. Their inhibitions were gone now. The three of them formed a passionate, intimate triangle, and it's hard to say who got the better of it. Flower swore she did, but Chance said the same. Mindy, the one in charge, simply smiled and let the other two debate it. Threesomes can be hard. They can test bounds, and they can inspire jealousies. But the three of them seemed to fit together. It felt as if it was going to last for a while. "One question," Mindy said. "How do we tell the kids?" * * Billy moved around his parents' bedroom in the dark. He was alone, but he still didn't want to turn on the lights. Who knew when Mommy and Flower would return from town? He opened the closet. There, hanging in on the rod, was Flower's pink maid's dress. Billy liked pink. His Daddy always liked wearing the pink. He found his father's underwear drawer. He slid the panties over his legs. He put on a long-line bra. He looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled at himself. This is what Daddy once saw, he imagined. A skinny little boy, playing in panties. He blew himself a kiss in the mirror. No good. He went to his father's makeup. He applied a dark red lipstick. He blew himself another kiss. Better. He didn't know about eye makeup, so he skipped that. He put his father's pink dress on over his head. He stepped into heels that were too big. He minced in front of the mirror. The clothes felt electric. The panties were so smooth, and the bra was nice, and the dress -- too long -- tickled his legs. Was this how Daddy started? Alone in his parents room, trying on clothes, embracing the sensations, imaging himself as a girl. He spun and felt the hem move in a delicious movement. He curtsied liked he had seen Flower do a thousand times. He thought about pouring tea or ironing clothes. And then the lights came on, and his parents were looking at him. "So who is this?" Miss Mindy said. "I think it's Sissy-boy junior," Flower said, smiling. "You're very pretty, Billy." "Mom. Flower. I'm sorry. I was just playing." His mother smiled. "In this household, Billy ... Millie ... you don't have to explain. If you want to wear a dress like Daddy, well, it's okay. I understand. I can get some in your size." "Billy, I know what you're feeling," Flower said. "I went through it, too. But I won't yell at you or call you names. I'm not a hypocrite. Now, do you want me to do your eyes?" Billy nodded, silently. His parents looked at each other and shrugged. Their own lifestyle had been handed down. What could they say about another daughter? Flower toyed with Billy's hair. "You need to let it grow out," she said. "But it's okay. You can dress if you want at home, and I can always use help in the kitchen." Billy nodded. He tugged on the hem of his dress. He liked the way it felt. "I'll give you a minute," Miss Mindy said. "Meet us in the kitchen. We have a lot to talk about." She left the room. Flower smiled at him, and then she followed. But Amy watched. She waited. When her !l,parents left, she grinned. "You're mine, sissy boy," she said. "I'm going to be your mistress, like Mommy,and you're going to be my maid. Like Daddy. Doesn't that excite you." God help him, but Billy thought that it did. He curtsied. Copyright, 2019 (c) Cassandra Morgan