The school day seemed to drag. Even though I was two grades lower, I passed Jeff and Brad in the hall a couple of times. Other than a nod of recognition, nothing was said. On our walk home from school, my sister couldn’t stop talking about the upcoming weekend. I was quieter than usual just contemplating my fate. “I will help make this weekend as fun as possible for you.” my sister excitedly said.
“I know you will, that doesn’t make me any less scared.”
When I got home, I found my mother in the kitchen. “It’s good that your home,” she greeted me. “Take a bath first before your sister wants to get into the bathroom.”
I retreated upstairs to take my bath. Dressed only in my underwear and bathrobe, I headed hastily for the bathroom. I started the water in the tub when my sister barged in and poured something in the tub. She grinned at meat hastily left. As I stepped in the half-filled tub, I noticed that it foamed with flowery scented bubbles. The fragrance filed my nostrils and though secretly pleased with the outcome of my sisters’ prank, I chose to make no reply to Jill’s calculated jibe as she called to him through the door. “Hope you enjoy the bubble bath, darling.”
Half an hour later, I was in my mother’s room waiting for further instructions from my her. I sat nervously on the edge of herbed clad only in my bathrobe. The great adventure was about to begin. After a few minutes, the door opened, and my mother entered.
“Hi sweetie, what is that I smell in here?” She approached me and smelled my hair. ”My, my. What did you use with your bath?”
“Aw, Jill put some stuff in the water while I was getting ready.”
“You mean her bubble bath? Doesn’t it smell nice? Are you ready?”
‘I guess so.”
“Why don’t we start with a manicure? “
“OK”
Seating me at her vanity, Mom drew up another chair and the ritual of the manicure began. I was silent as she worked on my fingers with an assortment of odd-looking scissors and files. I was trying to maintain a disinterested expression, but soon my eyes were following the careful shaping and transformation of my nails.
When she was finished with the lacquer. I stared at the ten tipped fingers spread out on the vanity top. My hands felt strangely smaller. Patiently I waited for the small red ovals to dry.
“I have school tomorrow. How will this stuff come off?” I asked finally.
My mom laughed at my tone of concern. “Don’t worry about that. It will come off when we rub this on it.” She held up a bottle of nail polish remover. “I will help you take it off in the morning before you go to school”
“Mom?” It was Jill’s voice at the door.
“Yes, Jill.”
“Is David dressed yet?”
“No.”
Can I come in?”
“Not yet”
“Aw. Can I help? Do you need anything of mine?”
“Well, all right. Since you volunteered your bubble bath, why don’t you bring me the matching cologne and then get dressed for practice?”
I heard Jill’s excited giggle as she ran off on her errand. A moment later she was back with a small bottle that she handed through the door trying her best to steal a glimpse of me in the process of dressing as a girl.
“I thought she wasn’t going to laugh at me.”
“she is just trying to help.”
“This is hard enough without her help.”
“You’ll be fine, just wait.”
Mom asked me to slip the top of my bathrobe down and when I had done so, she sprayed cologne under my arms and across the back of my neck. “There,” she said when she had finished, “You smell just like any other girl. It will help with your disguise.”
“Are you ready? We should get you dressed before Jeff and Brad arrive for practice.”
Without waiting for my answer, Mom began laying the items of clothing for my dance costume on her bed.
“Oh, here are the panties.” Turning to him she held up a pair of panties that she had bought that morning. They were a typical pair of girls’ white nylon panties with an elasticized waistband. “These are what girls wear for underpants with their dance costume, David. They are just like your own briefs, but made of nylon.”
I realized that the time had finally arrived. With some effort I stiffly stood and took the garment. “Take off you robe, dear, and put them on.”
I was concerned for my modesty than my mother, so I squired into the panties first and then shed my bathrobe. I stood outwardly at ease with my hands on my hips looking at my mother. I felt embarrassed, not so much for wearing the panties, but standing in front of my mom. I was reassured by her quiet friendly smile.
The panties were snug but quite comfortable. I had the urge to view myself in the mirror, but it was across the room and facing another direction, so I had to content myself with the smooth silky touch of the material. I turned to see what my mother was holding.
“This is pantyhose,” my mother said. “These go on next. I’ll help you with it this time, but I expect you to put them on yourself after today.” She led me to the bed and had me sit down. “These are nice hose, David,” She said as she rolled them up her hands. “You must be very careful not to snag them on anything.”
She fitted the first leg carefully over my foot to my knee. She then slipped the second leg over my other foot to my other knee. “Stand up and carefully pull the panty up to your waist. Now carefully pull the legs up so they are stretched tightly against your legs. You don’t want them sag.” Mother smiled. “Now, walk across the room and see how they feel.”
I walked across the room. Familiar feelings began to come over me, and I caught myself smiling.
“Mother, why do I have to wear a bra? I don’t have any breasts…” I whined as my mother snapped a bra tightly around my chest.
“You are supposed to be Susan, she is 14 not 12, and if you have not noticed, 14-year-old girls have breasts.”
“Oh.”
Getting me strapped and hooked into a brassiere turned out to be a project. It was an old bra that belonged to Jill. Mom had some trouble adjusting the straps properly. The bra had a little padding in the cups.
In my panties, pantyhose and bra, I walked over to the mirror. Watching me closely, mom detected a hint of pride in my eyes as I glanced at myself. She caught my eye when I turned again and smiled at me. Her notion was reinforced by the way I cast my eyes down immediately. I was not frightened until my sister burst into the room wearing the same as me.
“Get out!” I shrieked.
“David!” Yelled my mother. “Look… you need to get used to seeing each other in various state of dress. The two of you are going to be sharing a room at the competition. Besides, if this is going to work, you need to be dressed as a girl the entire time.”
I hadn’t considered that I would be dressed as a girl for the entire trip. “Aww shit.” I mumbled. “I thought I only had to dress for the competition.”
“What, you thought you could walk around as a boy at the hotel and turn into a girl for the competition?” My mom asked.
“I guess I didn’t give it much thought.”
“I guess not.” She replied smiling. “In addition to the competition, Saturday, and Sunday morning if you make the finals, there is the Friday night social, Saturday night group dinner and who knows what other times you will be socializing with the other teams. No, you can’t show up as Susan just for the competition.”
“Jill, go get the rest of your costume, you can help David finish dressing.” As she sent Jill out of the room.
"Put your arms up so I can slide a camisole over your head." The smooth white nylon garment to caressed me as it dropped into place, its lace trim accenting my newly acquired bustline. Mom adjusted the shoulder straps so that it reached the top of my panties.
My sister returned carrying her costume. “Here, let me help you.” Her mother handed Jill a shoe box which she opened and took out a pair of black patent leather square dancing shoes, with a quarter inch heel, and a very thin strap that went across the top of my foot. She then slipped them on my stockinged feet. They were a perfect fit and felt very comfortable on me.
“Try walking in them.” I did what my mother had always made me do when I tried on new shoes. I walked a few steps, then ran a few steps, stumbling a little on the elevated heels.
"No running, David. Girls run sometimes, just like boys, but usually not when they are wearing heels. When girls are trying to look especially pretty, they always walk slowly and with small steps." I didn't have to be asked again. I walked out into the hall and walked slowly down its length taking same small steps. I could hear the hard, soles and heels of the shoes tapping lightly on the wood floor.
Next, Jill held open the ruffled petticoats for me to step into. She adjusted them on my waist so that only a very little of the stiff white ruffles would be seen unless you were to move, in which case you would see a great deal of the white ruffles.
I was then handed another pair of white ruffled panties that where embellished with lace around the leg holes and lace across the bottom. They were a little longer so that the legs of them came just above mid-thigh, so that when you spun around my skirt would flair out and they could be seen peeking out from under my petticoat.
"Let me see you swirl around as if you were dancing." As I spun the petticoats rose in a circle revealing my ruffled panties, then draped itself back around my upper legs as I slowed to a stop. I enjoyed the sensation though said nothing to reveal my thoughts.
"Now we're ready for your dress." Smiled mother. My mother eased the full-skirted yellow and white check sleeveless dress down over my head. It came to rest on my shoulders. My arms slid easily into the sleeves. It felt smooth and cool against my skin. I felt an excitement unlike anything I had ever felt before. Every nerve on my skin seemed to tingle.
"Here, let me do up the back" Mom’s voice brought me back to reality. As she did up the tiny buttons on the back of the dress, I could feel the material drawing in snugly around my chest. It felt a bit tight, but it was so smooth that it felt like a kind of soft hug. I loved the feeling. Mom stepped back and looked. " It fits very well. Fortunately, at your age, boys and girls have about the same shape."
"Let me see you swirl around once more." Again, I obeyed and again enjoyed the feeling as the petticoat first rose from my legs and later draped back around my thighs.
My sister then finished getting dressed. Together we turned as gracefully as we could and began to walk to the mirror. At first, I smiled, from my neck down I looked identical to my sister. "Oh no!" I cried. As I turned around my eye tears were started to tear.
"What happened, did you twist your ankle when you turned." I covered my face with my hands so that my sister and mother couldn’t see me cry. When my crying abated, I was able to speak.
"Mom, it will never work. When I looked in the mirror, I saw myself in the big mirror. I look like a boy wearing a dress, which is what I am. I think I was starting to feel like a girl, but it's no use.
I look like a boy. Everybody is going to laugh at me."
� Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: The Square Dance Competition Pt 1 (Read 10246 times)
