Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Alana on June 07, 2017, 01:33:28 PM
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I was wearing my blue dress with the white polka dots, staring at myself in the mirror and crying my eyes out. It wasn't fair.
Not just that I'm not a woman and I can't go to work in a dress like women do every day, but that I had to pack up all my dresses in boxes and put them away in storage for the whole summer. My son was coming to visit. I had custody of him for the summer. But he'd never seen me in a dress. Not even once. He didn't even know I loved to wear dresses.
That was the deal. That was what my ex-wife insisted on. If he ever found out, she'd take away custody.
"I should do it," I sobbed. "I should do it."
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But was I really willing to give up custody altogether, if it came to that? Nick was seventeen. This was our last summer before he went off to University. Mostly we just argued all summer. He's my son and I love him, but I can love him much better at a distance.
In a few years he'd be an adult, and custody wouldn't be an issue any more.
"I won't take off my dress," I said.
I was startled by my own voice. It was one of those life-altering decisions, and I'd like to imagine I could hear an audience cheering somewhere. I said it again, just to make sure I meant it.
"I won't take off my dress."
What's more, I wasn't going to pack them up in boxes and hide them away, even if it meant I'd lose custody of my son.
So on Saturday, there I was in my purple dress, the first dress my son would ever see me in. I was upstairs in my bedroom, touching up my make-up, when I heard the doorbell. It was them.
And somewhere on the stairs I lost my nerve completely. By the time I got to the door I was so scared, I locked it and ran back upstairs. I knew my ex-wife had a key. I started unzipping my dress as I heard her letting herself in.
"Chris? What the hell's with locking the door?" she asked.
I heard them both coming upstairs. No escape. Maybe if I'd locked myself in the bathroom, but it was too late, now. So I zipped up my dress and prepared to meet my fate.
"Hello, son," I said.
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He stared at me open-mouthed. His eyes narrowed.
My ex-wife said, "Chris! We had an agreement!"
"Crissy. Please."
"What the hell is this?" asked my son.
"Just your dad's stupid little hobby. OK, Chris, you've made your point, you've done the big bloody revelation, now take that off."
"I won't take off my dress."
"Look, you can't just dress like a woman every second your son is at home."
"This is my house. I'm an adult, I work for a living, and I'll wear whatever dress I want whether Nick's here or not."
"Wait a minute," said Nick. "I always knew there was more to the divorce, but no one would tell me anything. I thought dad was messing around with some other woman."
"He is the other woman."
I sat down, tucking my skirt under my bum, and crossed my legs.
"Dad, you're not going around in a dress all the time, I don't care what you say. How am I supposed to have anyone over with you looking like that?”
"I'm not stopping you from having anyone over."
"I can't have everyone finding out my dad's a poof!"
"I'm not a poof."
"That's what they're going to think! You take off that dress or I'm running away from home!"
"You'll starve to death. I won't take off my dress."
"Mum, don't leave me here with him! With that!"
"You know I already booked my trip."
"Cancel it!"
"I can't. Chris, I'll be back next Saturday, and I'm taking Nick with me. Don't try to stop me."
"If that's what he wants, fine."
"Son, I was going to stay and help you unpack, but I can't stay here another minute. Get your dad to help you, if he's not too busy doing his nails."
"My nails are done," I said, showing her.
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"I'll do it myself!" he said, storming off to his room.
My son barely spoke to me the rest of the day. The next day we were getting ready for church. I wore a dark blue business suit with a red tie. We always went to Church of England.
"So, I guess you can stand to dress like a bloke when you're going to church, then?"
"Yes," I said.
"And I guess you don't wear a dress to work."
"No. I don't."
"Maybe I should email everyone at work pictures of you in all your pretty dresses. I'm sure you've got pictures here somewhere."
"You do what you want, son, but don't think you can blackmail me."
At church I was constantly afraid he was telling someone about me. Every time I saw him talking to someone his own age I was sure it was about me. But as far as I know, he didn't tell anyone.
Once we got home, he asked for the car keys and said he'd eat dinner someplace in town. I turned them over and gave him some money.
"So I suppose when I get back, you'll be Crissy, huh?"
I nodded.
I stripped out of my business suit as fast as I could and put on my adorable little blue dress, all covered in butterflies. I transformed myself into Crissy.
I like to go out in my backyard as Crissy sometimes, which was my pathetic way of being bold. I'd never been off my property in a dress in my entire life.
It was raining, so I took an umbrella. I hadn't been out there very long when I heard Nick coming back.
"Dad!" he called. I ran up the steps, just to keep in practice running in high heels, in case I ever needed to.
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I was a little shocked and frightened to see that he had his friend Joey with him, whom I'd met before. I tried to cover myself up, as though such a thing was possible. For a second I contemplated running upstairs.
Well, this was what you wanted, Crissy. The big reveal. So how are you going to handle it?
Trying to be mature and casual about it, I stood in the kitchen as though I wasn't so nervous I could've had a stroke.
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"Hello, Joey. I'm sure you're a little bit confused, seeing me in this dress. You see, some men---"
"Wow," he said.
That was unexpected.
"What do you mean, wow?"
"You're incredibly beautiful. You're stunning."
I waited. I didn't know if he was making fun of me or not.
"Thank you."
"What's the matter with you!" said my son.
I went into the next room and sat down. I thought they were done with me, but Joey followed.
I modestly tugged at my skirt.
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"Mrs. M., you have the most beautiful legs I've ever seen in my life."
He smiled. He had a beautiful smile. Joey was muscular and good looking. He could've had any girl he wanted. I couldn't believe he was serious, but there was a look in his eyes that just could not be ignored. An intense look of desire.
"Crissy, please. Call me Crissy."
"Will you come on!" said Nick. He pulled him into the bedroom to play Xbox.
I couldn't help eavesdropping on their conversation a little.
"What's the idea! You were supposed to be making fun of him!"
"Who said that? You never said anything about that."
"Why were you saying all that stuff?"
"What stuff?"
"About legs and all that."
"What are you, blind? She's gorgeous! You know how I love sexy legs."
"She? There's no 'she', you wazzock! That's my dad!"
I left them alone. I don't know what they said after that.
Several hours later, Joey took his leave. His way of saying goodbye was to take my hand in both of his, and say, "Crissy, you look so adorable and sexy in that cute little dress!"
"Thank you, Joey. I love wearing it. It's one of my favourite dresses."
"With legs like that I can see why."
"Thanks. You are so sweet!"
From Nick I heard a strange little snort of exasperation. Strange in that it didn't sound like anything I'd ever heard before. From anyone.
The next day I came home from work, taking off my tie and stripping out of my business suit as soon as I came through the door. I could hear Nick and Joey in his bedroom, playing Xbox.
I went right to my bedroom and undressed. I transformed myself into Crissy and looked in my closet for a cute dress to wear.
Joey said he was a legman. Maybe I should slip into another of my short and sexy dresses for him. He'd like that. But no, I was drawn to one of my favourite pretty, girly dresses, a purple floral dress with a full skirt, not so great for showing off my legs but lovely for twirling. I always felt wonderful in it.
As I was putting on my dress, I thought, what am I doing? I'm not gay. Why am I getting all excited picking out a dress, dressing up for a man, not even a man, a boy? Wondering how he'll like me in this dress? Imagining that look in his eyes when he sees me?
It was just a little innocent flirting. It didn't have to lead to anything. I wasn't playing with fire. And there was the bonus of pissing off my son, which I really felt like doing right at the moment.
I made my entrance in my pretty dress and said, "Do you boys need anything? Is there anything I can do for you?"
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My son looked at me with disgust and said, "Oh, look. It's my dad in a dress, here to shock us. We're all so shocked that you're wearing a dress, dad. Congratulations, you've shocked us."
Joey's reaction was immediate, and it didn't disappoint. He dropped his game console and stood up. He had that familiar intense look in his eyes.
"Crissy, you look absolutely beautiful," he said.
I held my hands behind my back modestly.
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"Thank you. Like my dress? I wasn't sure about it. I know you said you like my legs. This skirt might be a little too long."
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"It's perfect. You're perfect."
"You just died, Joey. Pillock."
I went over to the bed, and said, "I didn't mean to interrupt your game."
"Then get out!" said my son.
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"You boys go on playing. I'll just look at my Ipad."
I cleared a space off the seat next to me and sat down, tucking my voluminous skirt beneath my bum. The little seat wasn't high enough for me to cross my legs very well. I picked up my Ipad.
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Joey strolled over and stood before me.
"Joey, you can go back to playing."
"I'd rather talk to you," he said. He took one of my hands in both of his.
"Dad, don't you have to get dinner ready, or soak your tights, or something?"
"He's right," I said. I stood up. Joey wouldn't let go of my hand.
"Don't go," he said.
"No, I shouldn't have come in here. Nick's right. I've got to get dinner ready. But I'm so glad you like my dress."
"I love your dress. And I love you in it."
When I left, once again I couldn't help eavesdropping at the door a little bit.
"You wanker! What the bloody hell is wrong with you? You could have any girl you fancy! You're spoiled for choice! Tell me you're just having him on."
"I just about fainted, she was so beautiful."
"Look, even if that thing was a real woman, you can't possibly be attracted to someone that big!"
"She's cuddly."
"Cuddly! Cuddly!"
I left them alone. Getting dinner ready was just reheating some leftovers, making a salad and pouring the milk. But I did it all with a smile on my face.
Cuddly! Cuddly!
I asked Joey if he'd like to stay for dinner, but he said he had to get going. He made so bold as to hug me goodbye before leaving.
"You smell wonderful," he said.
I smiled. I'd put on some perfume just for him.
My son, as you can imagine, was rather sullen and quiet during dinner. We sat there in silence.
Just to be saying something, I said, “Wasn’t that nice of Joey to say all those lovely things about me? Here I am, sitting here, wearing one of my prettiest dresses, and do I get any compliments from you? Nothing!”
“Now you’re just going out of your way to be obnoxious. I can’t believe I’m supposed to just sit here and look at you dressed like a bloody woman and pretend it’s the most normal thing in the world.”
"Son, I know this is hard for you to get used to, but you have to understand, this is who I really am."
"Bollocks! Shaving your legs and wearing make-up? How is that being real?"
"If that's phony, I'm no more phony than any other woman."
"You're not any other woman, you're not any woman! How about what's in your bra? Is that real, what you've got in your bra?"
"Sometimes a girl just needs a little help in that area."
"You need help, all right. You can't possibly think Joey's serious about all this, can you? I should tell all his friends he's a poof, but then I'd have to tell them you're a poof, too."
"If you're so worried about what your friends think, why'd you let Joey in on it?"
"Because I thought I could trust him to keep his mouth shut, and I thought he'd make fun of you. And you deserve it. You just seem to think the world is supposed to love you and accept you for all this, and that's not the way it works."
"We'll see," I said.
The next day I was working from home, wearing my sexy businesslike dress with the tight skirt, and my blue jacket. There was a knock at the door.
"Joey!" I said as I let him in.
He was carrying something in a little plastic bag.
"What are you doing home from work in the middle of the day? Is Nick here?"
"He's gone. I gave him the car keys. He's out doing who knows what. Anything he can to get away from me, I guess. He's ashamed of me."
"Why?"
"Oh, I just can't even imagine. I work from home Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I get to work in a dress."
"Why don't you just wear dresses to work?"
"Well, that would take a bit more courage than I've got, just now. Some of those people I’ve worked with for over twenty years. I wouldn’t feel comfortable making them feel uncomfortable.”
"That's a sexy dress you’re wearing. You’re so beautiful. I love your legs."
"You are so nice! That’s so sweet of you to say that! I don't---I don't quite know what to say."
"I really came to see Nick, but if I knew you'd be here alone I would've got here much sooner."
"What have you got there?"
"Oh, just a little something I bought for you. I was going to give it to you when you got home."
"Well, I'm home now."
"Why don't we save it for later?"
"If you like. Why not have a seat?"
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"Oh no, I wouldn't want to take up the only chair."
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll just sit up here."
I perched on the table top and crossed my legs. And yes, he noticed. It had quite an effect on him.
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He said, "I'm glad to see you know how beautiful and sexy you are. You wouldn't be posing like that otherwise."
"Don't say that. You know I'm a man, right? I'm not stupid. I have a male body which would struggle to look feminine in a real world. Nature wasn't kind to me by giving me an exterior of a rugged man but a heart of a woman."
He strolled forward and stood in front of me.
"How can you say that about yourself? You're 100% woman. There's nothing male about you. Don't you own a mirror?"
And then he put one hand on my leg.
No man or boy has ever done that before, and the sensation was electric. He stroked my leg, and my back arched involuntarily. A little shiver of excitement ran through me.
"When are you going to have the operation?" he asked, but feeling his hand on my leg, it was difficult to concentrate.
"What operation?"
"Have you already had it?"
"If someone gave me a pill that would magically change me into Crissy for good I would do it, but I know all the surgery in the world would not make me into the woman I would love to be."
And then his hand made its way under my skirt. I stopped him. I slid off the table, holding my skirt in place as I went. I was so close I had to brush past him.
"Maybe you should leave," I said. I tugged my skirt down.
"Let me give you this, first. No, wait, before that, there's a little favour you can do for me."
"What is it?"
"I have two left feet. You should've seen me at the Graduation dance. I can't dance at all."
"So?"
"So, teach me to dance."
"What? I can't teach you. I've never danced with a man in my life! I've never danced in a dress, I've never danced in heels, I've never danced backwards!”
"Please? I'd consider it a personal favour."
Like all really good looking young men, he was mature beyond his years. He was just a boy, but he had a way of making me feel I was being unreasonable by not doing him this favour.
"I guess I could try. But not in this dress. This dress wasn't meant for dancing. It's officewear. I guess you think it's kind of pathetic to go out of my way to wear something businesslike when I'm just working at home."
"I'd love to dance with you while you're in that sexy dress. I worked in an office for a summer, and I never saw the ladies wearing anything that sexy and tight."
"Let me change."
I went upstairs, and he went ahead of me.
"Where do you think you're going?" I asked.
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"I'm helping you."
"Helping me what?"
"Helping you change your dress.”
"Joey, just because I wear dresses, that doesn't mean I'm completely helpless. I got into this dress without your help, and I can certainly take it off without your help."
"It'll be more fun my way."
We went into my bedroom together. He was carrying his little gift for me, and he put it down on the bed. He took out his iPhone. I stood facing him.
"I won't take off my dress," I said. "Not with you in the room. You need to wait outside."
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I thought he'd give me an argument, but he left reluctantly, smiling at me all the way.
Dancing in a pretty dress was definitely something I'd fantasized about, and of course there was only one dress I'd imagined myself in, dancing the night away in a ballroom. My purple floral dress with the full skirt. Too bad he'd already seen me in it, but that couldn't be helped.
As I wriggled out of my tight dress, I had time to wonder, what in the world was I getting myself into here, besides my purple dress. What would happen if people found out? Was I really doing anything seriously wrong?
I had no time to come up with an answer. Maybe it was excessive modesty, but I didn't want Joey to see me in just my bra and pants, and he wouldn't wait outside much longer. I got into my dress and put on some different jewelry. Then I called him in.
He came in, smiling. He walked right up to me.
"I was hoping it was that dress. Kiss me."
"Don't say that, Joey. I'm not gay."
"Me neither. Give us a snog."
I stepped back.
"If you're not going to behave, I'm taking this dress off right now. I mean, no, that's not what I mean. I mean, if you can't behave you can just leave."
He had me all flustered.
"I'll behave." He set up his iPhone on the bedside table, and touched the screen. It started playing some romantic dance music.
He took me into his arms. He didn't need any lessons. That was just a ruse. He danced perfectly, just like he did everything else. He swept me around the room, my full skirt flowing and swirling about my legs. I was the one who needed lessons. Trying to dance backwards, I tripped several times. It wasn't exactly as good as my fantasies, but it was still wonderful to be held so close as we moved about the room. I felt like a waif in his muscular arms. Another little shiver of excitement went through me.
When the music ended, he had to spoil it by trying to kiss me. He lunged in for a kiss, I backed out of his reach, tripped and fell on the floor.
I looked up at him, embarrassed.
"Ouch," I said, holding my leg.
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"Are you OK?"
"Only my pride. Oh, sorry, that's supposed to be, are you hurt? Only my pride. I guess I can't do anything right today. Help me up."
"I thought you weren't helpless."
"I'm not. I'm just afraid if I get up by myself I might ruin my tights."
"Do you know what they call those in America? Pantyhose. Saw it on the telly."
"Well, we're not in America just now, so help me up before I ladder my tights."
"I can't. You're too cute sitting there. Let me give you your gift."
I should've been angry, but he looked so sweet, standing there, looking at me with a big smile on his face.
He gave me the gift, and it was what I'd guessed. A single long-stemmed rose.
I can't tell you how touched I was by this lovely sentimental little gift. It felt so wonderful to be the prize for a change instead of the contestant. To be the treasure to be sought instead of being the one seeking it. I took the rose from him, and I hoped he saw how happy it made me. And I hoped he couldn't see up my skirt as I sat there awkwardly on the floor.
"Thank you," I said.
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Joey took his iPhone and held it up to take a picture.
"Don't---don't take my picture," I said. But I didn't say it very forcefully.
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"Nick called me a wanker. He was absolutely bang on. And this photo should help me out tonight. With that.”
"Joey, that is just way too much information. If you're not going to help me, I'll get up on my own."
Joey held out one hand, and pulled me to my feet.
"Joey, this has really been fun, but I've got a lot of work to do."
"Do you want me to go?"
"I don't know if I do want you to go. But I think you probably should. You shouldn't have tried to kiss me."
"Are you going to put your other dress back on?"
"I don't know. Do you think I should?"
"Yes, and I think you should let me help you. Why bother unzipping yourself when I'm here to do it? And don’t tell me any more about not being gay. What’s so gay about helping a beautiful woman take off her dress?”
I smiled, and he smiled even more.
"You are so sweet," I said, "and so sleazy! I think you'd better go."
I didn't walk him all the way out, but I watched him leave from the bottom of the staircase.
He smiled at me and said, "Tuesdays and Thursdays?"
"Tuesdays and Thursdays."
So he'd be back. I should buy a new dress. Something short and tight and sexy. Something he'd like to see me in.
Wednesday evening I went shopping for a new dress on the way home from work. Some men my age can shop for women's clothes without embarrassment, maybe because they're buying them for a wife or a mistress who's a size six. But when you're buying a size fourteen, the salesgirl looks at you and smirks. People have said to me, "Nobody cares!" Well, maybe they don't care, but they smirk and they make jokes, and sometimes the jokes can hurt.
I bought a cute little fuchsia lace dress that I was sure Joey would love to see me in. I wished I could've tried it on before I bought it. I wished I had the courage to just slip on a pretty dress and transform myself into Crissy, and come to a dress store and shop like any other woman.
When I got home, I thought Joey might be there, and I was terribly anxious that he might see me dressed as a man. I would be more embarrassed for him to see me dressed as a man than for someone else to see me dressed as a woman. But when I went inside, Joey wasn't there.
I thought I'd save my cute little lace dress for the next day. I'm usually a dress gal, but I do have a sexy little miniskirt that I thought Joey would love. I put it on, and wore a light blue top. I transformed myself into Crissy.
Nick was outside, calling for me.
"Let me have the car keys, you bloody pervert," he said.
I went outside and leaned against the front of the car.
"You talk to me like that one more time, you can forget about driving this car ever again!”
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"Get back inside! Someone's going to see you!"
"I don't care if they do."
"Oh, well then, why not go for a walk around the block in your little miniskirt?"
I'd never been off my property in a dress or a skirt, and he was calling my bluff. I didn't respond. He reached in his pocket and took out a note.
"Oh, before I forget, Joey gave me this to give to you. Why he couldn't just call you I don't know. Suddenly we're a Jane Austen novel."
The note read:
Dear Crissy,
Sorry I can't see you today. Wednesday nights are time for a regular slap up feast at the house, followed by family game night. I'll try to get out of it, in fact I've been trying to get out of it for most of my life, but I don't say much for my chances.
I'll miss you, but I'll see you tomorrow.
Joey
Nick said, “Dad, I know I’m just a kid and you’re a grown-up woman and all that, but you’ve got to able to see what a bad idea this thing is. It’s bad enough you can’t keep out of a dress, but flirting with Joey is just crazy. Maybe you think you’re just kidding around, but Joey isn’t.”
“I thought you said he wasn’t serious.”
“I was wrong. Please, stop leading him on. Where do you think this can possibly go, anyway?”
“Don’t teach your grandmother how to suc-k eggs, young man. I know what I’m doing.”
“You’re insane. They should lock you up.”
I gave my son the car keys, just to get rid of him. I was sad the rest of the night. Every time I looked at my legs in that skimpy little skirt, I imagined Joey touching them.
I thought of notes I might write to Joey. First was the responsible one.
Dear Joey,
You should stop coming over to see me. This is absurd. I'm not gay and you're not gay. I'm not a woman, and even if I were, you're underage. I've enjoyed our time together, but this has to end.
I'm sorry.
Crissy.
Then there was the other note.
Dear Joey,
When you take me into your arms you make me feel like the woman I know I am inside. Please come take me into your arms again. I'll do anything you want me to do, because I love you and I know you love me. Life's too short to worry what others think.
I'll be waiting.
Crissy.
I threw myself on my bed, grabbing my pillow like a teenage girl. Would it really be that big a deal to kiss him? No, I couldn't. I wasn't gay, and there have to be some lines you just won't cross.
The next day I was so nervous I could barely get any work done. I had unlocked the door, and when I heard the knock, I called, "It's open."
I ran to the couch and threw myself on it and posed. I acted like I was just waking up from a nap.
"Oh, hello," I said.
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He saw me and smiled.
"Wow," he said. "You are so sexy."
"Just taking a little nap."
I reached out a hand to him, and he pulled me to my feet. He took me into his arms and tried to kiss me. I wriggled out of his grasp and straightened my dress.
He said, "Don't be that way. You can't wear that dress and be so beautiful and not let me kiss you. You can't torture me that way."
"Now, you know I'm a man, Joey."
"Really? You don't look like a man."
"That's true."
"You don't dress like a man."
"That's also true."
He came closer and said, "You don't smell like a man."
"Brand new perfume. Would you like a glass of wine? I'm sure it would be all right."
"I only drink lager."
"Of course. A big macho boy like you would only drink lager."
I poured myself some wine and sat on the couch.
"The best thing about this dress, if I spill wine on it, no one could ever tell."
"Your legs are so beautiful," he said.
“You say that a lot.”
“And you love it!”
“Well, I would like to think I have other assets.”
“I might praise your lips,” he said, “only I haven’t sampled them, yet.”
“And you won’t! I’m not letting you ruin my lipstick! This stuff is expensive!”
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I put down my wine. I went over and hopped up on a table and crossed my legs, posing invitingly.
"Joey, you haven't said a word about my new dress! And I bought it just for you! Don't you like it?"
He came closer.
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"Your dress is beautiful. You're beautiful."
He put his hand on my leg and started to stroke it. I smiled at him breathlessly.
"You like this, don't you?"
"Yes."
"But you won't do anything I like."
With his powerful right arm he reached behind my back and pulled me off the table. He held me.
"Why don't we have another dancing lesson?" I said. "I'm sure I can do better this time. I've been practicing."
"If you like."
"Let's go back where we were before."
We went back to my bedroom. I didn't bother to change my dress this time, though I knew it wouldn't be as much fun for me in a short skirt. He took out his iPhone. He picked a different tune this time, a swing tune. He grabbed me, and before I knew it he was twirling and dipping me all around the room. I didn't trip this time.
When we were done, he bowed and I curtseyed.
"Lovely pink pants," he said.
"What?" I held my skirt down in embarrassment. "You can't see my pants in this dress, can you?"
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"When I was twirling you I saw them in the mirror. Very nice."
"Don't be rude."
He grabbed me again.
"Take off your dress," he said.
"I won't take off my dress."
"Then I'll take it off for you." He reached behind me and started to unzip my dress.
"Stop it!" I said. I backed away from him. "I think you'd better go. You won't behave." I reached behind to zip myself up.
"I'm getting tired of the way you tease me."
"Oh, just because I put on a sexy dress you think you can do anything you want with me? Just go. Just leave."
He left, and I didn't see him to the door.
I threw myself on the bed. I loved how my nylon-clad legs felt against the sheets. Lying there, I indulged in a little fantasy.
"No, Joey!" I said. "Don't lie next to me! No, don't kiss me! No!"
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Maybe it really was time to end all this nonsense. I kept telling myself I wasn't gay, so why was I having these fantasies? At least they only involved kissing. So far.
Friday I was having lunch downtown and saw a purple and black dress in the window at Harrods that I had to have. It had the shortest skirt I'd ever seen. Too bad, I thought, that things were probably over between me and Joey. But that didn't stop me from buying the dress.
I went home and heard Joey in the bedroom with Nick, playing Xbox. I didn't feel like putting on my brand new short dress for him, so I just slipped into my purple dress, the one I was wearing when Nick arrived. I also didn't feel like going in there to flirt with Joey any more. I threw myself down on the couch and relaxed. Joey came in.
"Hello, Crissy," he said. "I thought I heard you."
"Hello."
"You look beautiful. Why not let me take you out for dinner? Let Nick fend for himself."
"I can't. I can't go out like this."
"Why not? No one will know."
"Everyone will know."
"Crissy, if you don't want to kiss me that's fine, but don't torment me by posing there on the couch, looking so beautiful and luscious."
"Posing? Who's posing? I don't know what you're talking about."
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"Crissy, Nick told me his mum's taking him back tomorrow. So there's no more reason for me to come here, except to see you. Do you want me to keep coming here?"
"Sure, I'd love to have you come here."
"Then kiss me." He fell to his knees before the couch. "Kiss me."
I reached out and cupped his face with my hand.
"I can't Joey. I can't kiss you, and I can't go out with you, and I can't give you all the things a real girl can give you. This was just a bad idea from the very first. I got caught up in it, and I shouldn't have. But you made me feel so beautiful."
"You are beautiful."
"Thank you, and I'll always remember that. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and feminine and sexy. But we're not a couple, and we never were. I know things are confusing when you’re a teenager and you haven’t had sex, yet.”
“Oh, come on! You can’t possibly think I’m a virgin! Look at me!”
“Sorry.”
“This is your last chance with me, Crissy. If I go out that door I’m not coming back.”
He stood up. He put his hand on my leg and tried to slide it up my skirt again. I stopped him.
"OK. I guess that's it, then. I’m going.”
He left. He didn't even look back.
Saturday morning I put on my purple and black dress, and I don't mind saying I looked fantastic in it. My ex-wife came to get Nick. She wore a pantsuit. She saw me in the dress and just gave me a withering glance. She said she had to help Nick pack.
"Wait a minute. Nick threw some of his pants into the hamper. I never got around to washing them."
I went into the toilet. She stood there and looked at me kneeling before the hamper, picking out his smalls. She didn't help me.
"Don't you feel ridiculous in that dress with the skimpy little skirt?"
"You don't like my dress?"
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"Why do you go around all tarted up like that? Wouldn't you be more comfortable in trousers?"
"I won't take off my dress."
"Well, at least you have the good sense to stay hidden at home. No one wants to see your legs. I just hope you and your dresses will be very happy together. They've cost you your wife, and now they've cost you custody of your son."
"We'll see. You don't get to decide that. I told you about this before we got married, you know. I'm sorry you don't like my dress. Or maybe you like it a little too much. Is that it? Do I look a little too good?"
She made an exasperated sound and left.
Nick never said a word to me. On the way out the door, my ex-wife said, "I never should've married you. I thought you'd grow out of it."
And they were gone. Alone at last.
That afternoon there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw that it was the Erskines. Karl and Beryl. Joey's parents. Joey was not with them.
That would usually be my cue to run upstairs and hide. But I had a feeling they knew already. So I let them in.
They both looked me up and down with disgust.
"So it's true," said Karl.
"Obviously," I said.
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He handed me a printout on a piece of paper. It was a colour photo of me in my pretty purple floral dress. I recognized it as the photo Joey had taken. I thought I looked pretty good, except that I had one bra strap showing. I hate it when that happens.
Karl said, "I caught my son doing something unspeakable looking at this photo."
"You mean wanking? That's what boys do. I suppose you never did it when you were his age."
"Not to a photo of a man in a dress."
"Why don't we all sit down?"
They sat. Beryl was so upset she seemed incapable of speech. I sat facing Karl, and crossed my legs in my short skirt.
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I was sitting on something. I reached behind me and pulled out my reading glasses. They weren't damaged, fortunately.
"You two have nothing to worry about. I had a little talk with Joey. He won't be coming back here."
"He better not, or we may have to contact the police."
"Nothing's happened you can tell the police about. Unless you think you can have me arrested for wearing a dress."
I took a look at Beryl, and thought it wouldn't be a bad idea for her to be arrested for the monstrosity SHE was wearing. But I didn't say it.
Beryl jumped up.
"I can't stand this!" she said. "Where's your loo? I need to go to the loo."
"Down the hall and to the right."
She left us, then came back and said, "I can't believe I'm about to ask this, but do you have any tampons?"
"Sorry. Fresh out."
While she was gone, Karl said, "I hope you're happy, upsetting my wife like this."
"I'm sorry about all this. But like I said, I had a little talk with Joey. Everything's fine."
"Everything’s fine. You sit there dressed like that and say everything’s fine. Why do you dress like this? Why are you wearing that dress?"
"Why not? Don't you like it? I thought you were a leg man, like Joey."
I deliberately pointed my legs in his direction, even more than I had been. He gave me an appreciative look, in spite of himself.
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"What the hell were you doing, giving him that picture?"
"That was taken without my permission."
"I can't believe my son is gay."
"Oh, he's not gay and neither am I. We both got a little carried away, is all. But if you're intent on making a fuss about it, people might just think Joey actually IS gay. You wouldn't want that, would you?
Beryl came back in. They both made a few more confused, angry threats, and left.
Sunday morning, I got up and put on my formal lavender dress. I did love lavender. I even got out a little bouquet of artificial flowers I'd been saving.
I'd lost so much in the past week. This couldn't all be for nothing. I had to gain something, too. I was about to go outside my house in a dress for the first time. I was going to my conservative C. of E. church in my lavender dress. They might ask me to leave, they might remove me bodily, they might even prevent me from coming in. Or they might just ignore me and not say a word. In any case, I was going. And afterwards I intended to do a little dress shopping.
And if Joey hadn't been all over me, flirting with me and trying to kiss me, I doubt I'd have had the courage. I always thought everyone would laugh at me. But in the past week no one, not even my son, had ever laughed at me.
And then, standing at the window, I began to lose my nerve. Like before, just before Nick saw me in a dress for the first time. I thought I couldn't go through with it.
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The phone rang. It was Beryl.
"Oh, hello Beryl."
"Hello, Crissy. I was hoping I'd get you before you left for church."
I was confused as to why she was calling me Crissy.
"What is it?"
"I want to invite you over for dinner and game night on Wednesday evening. We usually eat at about seven o'clock."
"Isn't that just for family?"
"Well, I'm making you honourary family. Will you be there?"
"Sure, if you want."
"Wear something sexy."
"I don't understand. You want me to wear a dress?"
"Do you have any dresses shorter'n what I saw?"
"No. That's my shortest. Beryl, what's going on?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe what Karl did to me last night! He attacked me! I mean, in a good way. He tore my clothes off and made love to me with a crazy passion I haven't seen in quite a long time!"
"You don't really think that was due to me, do you?"
"Oh, I know it was due to you! He almost called me Crissy!"
"And you're OK with this?"
"What do I care who lights the fuse, as long as I'm around to enjoy the fireworks? Come on, Crissy, just between us girls, do me this favour."
"Of course. It's going to be awkward with Joey there, but---of course."
"Never mind Joey. You do all your flirting with Karl, understand?"
"Yes, dear. I'll see you there."
She said good-bye, and we both hung up.
I looked out the window, and wondered if I still had the courage to go to church this way.
"I said, "I won't---"
Oh, you know what I said.
As far as game night with the Erskines was concerned, it was mostly enjoyable, except that playing Twister in a short dress is not as much fun as you might think, especially if you’re not a big fan of letting everyone peek up your skirt. But I know the guys enjoyed it!
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THE END
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