Boys Brigade Femucation Chapter 3 Piano Lesson
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Boys Brigade Femucation
Chapter 1 - Discovery
From a very young age I was aware that I am a pretty boy and have
experienced the pleasure of being dressed in my elder sister's clothes
for the entertainment of family members - although not when my father is
at home. My sisters think it is great fun and my mum goes along with my
aunt who is the main protagonist in making me look so sweet and girly.
From around the age of four, I enjoyed these sessions, however I became
aware that it is somehow "not right" as my sisters and I are cajoled and
threatened with all sorts of terror if we let any of the male members of
the family know - at least the "other" male members...
The forbidden nature of this makes it all the more exciting to me,
although it is not surprising that my sisters get bored of me in a pretty
dress, especially as it means my aunt is more interested in me than she
is in them. Rarely do they get dressed in the fancy outfits that my aunt
prefers me to wear and then only if they are going to a party - or
sometimes "Sunday Best".
This means that most weeks I am in a frilly dress with frilly knickers -
my aunt bought me my own so that I don't have to wear my sister's anymore
- white tights and slippers that were also bought for me as I am now a
larger foot size than my older sister. As I have now become taller than
my older sister I asked my aunt if she was going to buy my own dress as
my sister's was so short on me, however I was told that it was not right
that a boy had a dress of his own and that she preferred to see me
wearing the shorter dress.
As I became a little older, these sessions were reduced, which
disappointed me, however I later discovered it was my mum who had stepped
in to stop my aunt having her own sister in law having too much fun.
In the meantime, the normal boy stuff was being enjoyed at a typical
British school. British Bulldog in the playground, football, the
occasional fight. Normal stuff for any lad and in the 60s this included
external activities, for me it was piano lessons and Boys Brigade (aka
BB).
For those that may not know, the BB is a christian, pseudo military
organisation that is designed to indoctrinate children with the cult of
christianity, but it is dressed up in lots of fun activities and led by a
variety of "officers". These officers have titles similar to military
(Lieutenant and Captain to name just two) and the boys who are members
can also earn ranks, including Sergeant.
These take place early on a Friday evening with the "junior" section,
which I belonged to at this time - for those of a similar age to primary
school, about 5-11 - finishing by 6.30. This is followed by the "senior"
section starting at 7pm.
One of the big attractions of the senior section is the annual "show"
where the boys get up on stage and entertain the parents and any friends
who they may bring, as well as members of the church who either do not
have children or feel obliged to support church activities.
For me it was something to look forward to each year, as the junior boys
were allowed in the audience to be entertained and I remember feeling a
little jealous of those boys who were trusted to be such good performers.
There were two other reasons for enjoying the show. Firstly, it meant we
juniors could stay up so much later, but secondly - and far more
importantly for me - it highlighted that boys could wear dresses as some
of them were clearly doing so for these performances.
The show came towards the end of the BB year and I was so excited to know
that this would be the last show I would watch as next year I would be
one of those boys. I was so excited that when the boys came on in
dresses my little peewee got hard. I didn't know why, even though we'd
had the sex education lessons, my immature mind did not associate the
hardness with sex! Apart from anything else, in hindsight it was so
small that there was no way I could have thought about it as anything
other than for peeing. This hardness distracted me a little, but not
much as the performance soon took my mind off that.
As expected, the following year had a show to be organised and the
officers decided who was going to be doing which role. In fact, the
officers effectively wrote, directed and did everything associated with
the show to make sure it took place effectively. There was no
competition here, just the pride of the officers.
You can imagine my delight when I was asked to take on one of the female
roles. Instinctively I knew not to show the level of enthusiasm I was
feeling inside, however nodded quietly when Mrs Thompson asked me if I
would mind playing a female role. I later discovered that she always
asked the boys when they were alone with her, in case they became
embarrassed. She realised almost immediately that I was not embarrassed,
but later admitted she did not fully appreciate how much I was looking
forward to it.
Naturally the practices were almost all done in our BB uniform, however
the week before the show, we had all been asked to take part in a dress
rehearsal earlier in the week and I could hardly concentrate on school on
that Tuesday. Whilst I was aware that I was playing two parts, one in
the earlier part of the show where we had a comedy skit and we were all
in boy mode, my excitement was so difficult to contain at the thought of
playing in the "Miss World" contest that had been set up.
This involved one of the older boys playing the role of MC and saying
some phrases throughout that were suggestive - most of which I didn't
understand - to ensure the adults were entertained. We "girls" - and
there were four of us - would come on stage wearing one piece girls
swimming costumes along with low sandals, would prance along pretending
to be models, then answer pre prepared questions with pre given answers,
then stand in a model's pose whilst the others did their stuff.
I was second on, hence was standing in the pose for the second longest
time. When the dress rehearsal happened, I had been prepared for the
swimming costume, as both my sisters and adult female members of my
family all had that type of outfit, but I was not prepared for what
waited when we pranced off stage to allow the "filler" act to do their
stuff whilst we changed.
There was a sumptuous ball gown waiting me! It was a deep purple in
colour and had a high neckline which zipped up the back, large puffy
sleeves and a floor length skirt that had so much material I was certain
the officers would lose me inside it.
In addition, there was an underskirt that had wide shoulder straps
attached to what I later discovered was petticoats. This was also a
floor length garment and the main reason that I had this garment compared
to the other boys was my height. As the tallest of all, I was the only
one who could wear this dress without alteration - an expensive process
that the BB could not afford. Even with my height I was given low heeled
shoes, but my juvenile mind had now begun to associate heels with girls
and girls were all about sex - not that I understood what sex really
meant.
As Mrs Thompson helped me put the underskirt on, she was then smoothing
it out and paused as her hand smoothed over my little bump. Almost
instantly I saw her going red faced and thought I was being helpful when
I said, "Don't worry Mrs Thompson, that happened when my aunt put a dress
on me. It goes away soon."
Little did I realise the consequences of that sentence...
As I went on stage, this time in third place of the four, I felt like I'd
never felt before. Mrs Thompson helped all four of us up the stairs at
the back of the stage, but I sensed she gave me special help - which I
naively put down to me being the only boy with heels on.
Naturally the audience was thin as it was only the other officers and
boys of our company that were taking part in the performance present, but
it did not matter to me. My smile had never been so wide and my steps so
precise. The last thing I wanted was to fall over and ruin this dress,
which had brought back so many memories of wearing the frilly dresses
when I was younger.
My lines had been rehearsed so often with my mum that I could have been
distracted by a bomb and still remembered them, hence my performance was
applauded by all present. Up to the dress rehearsal we were not told who
was going to "win" the contest, although the one boy who looked nothing
like a girl had been given the line to say after the winner was
announced.
When the MC announced Miss Ayrshire (which was me, despite not being from
Ayrshire) I played the part so well of showing surprise that it was clear
to the officers that I would be the one on the live night as well -
again, not something I discovered till later.
The line of the "ugly girl" - naturally she was "Miss England" because we
Scots thought everything English was ugly in those days - was "That's so
unfair girls, let's get her!" At which point I lifted my skirts and
headed for the back of the stage with the other three "chasing" me.
All in all, a lovely evening. And even then, I would not normally have
used the word lovely...
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