[Especially for NancyJo, who asked for something other than a baby theme.]
Eileen Parsons gathered her three sons to tell them about an important letter she had received. A Grand Aunt in America who had lost contact with all her relations many years ago had made contact through her solicitor.
It seems that this 80-year-old lady expressed a great wish to trace her relations back in Britain in order to make contact again before she died. The boys’ Grand Aunt had inherited quite a fortune and lived in a mansion in New England. She was particularly keen to know what female descendants she had and strongly hinted that any such grand nieces would be favoured in her will.
The boys had several cousins but all were male. Their parents had received similar letters and the families met to consider what to do. Eileen pointed out that her middle son, sixteen-year-old Lesley, was the only one who had a name of ambiguous gender.
They carefully crafted a letter that implied that Lesley was a girl but didn’t actually say so. They hoped that the Grand Aunt was sufficiently elderly and distant that she might not bother checking the facts. Poor Lesley was embarrassed enough about his name as it was, but now his brothers and cousins gave him a terrible time, constantly referring to him as the only girl of the family.
Matters took a turn for the worse when a letter was received telling them that their Grand Aunt was going to come to Britain herself in the summer to meet them. She clearly was not on her death bed as they assumed. She hinted even more strongly that the only girl in the family could expect quite an inheritance so Eileen was eager to maintain the deception.
Lesley begged and pleaded but she eventually convinced him that it would be enough to wear girl’s trousers and tops with just a little padding. They would move to a summer home for the visit so that none of his friends or neighbours would see him.
Summer was still a few months away and his mother insisted that he grow his hair longer so that he could be temporarily given a slightly more feminine hair style. All along she reminded him of the things he could do with the fortune.
They met their new-found Grand Aunt at the airport. Lesley stood self-consciously wearing a white blouse with a red sweater over it. If it wasn’t for the little bumps under his sweater he could have been a boy. His tackle was tightly strapped up and he wore quite tight fitting trousers. His hair was bobbed. He wore black t-bar shoes that just had a little heel. His brothers, Jason and Roy, were under strict instructions not to laugh and tease him. If they were all found out, there could be very serious consequences.
Their Grand Aunt was thrilled to meet them and paid special attention to Lesley, insisting on sitting beside him in the car and quizzing him. He struggled to smile as he tried to give appropriate answers to all her questions about his life. His brothers judiciously stared out the windows and kept straight faces.
Back at the summer house their Grand Aunt produced presents for all. Jason and Roy tore open the wrapping paper to find excellent computer games that were only released in America and hadn’t reached Britain yet. They were thrilled. Their mother’s present was a beautiful and, she suspected, very expensive necklace.
Lesley was the least anxious to open his present. Eventually all eyes turned on him and he had to. Under the wrapping paper was a layer of tissue paper. His heart sank as he folded it back and saw the pink satin material. All the others struggled to hold straight faces as he revealed the pretty pink dress.
“Ehm, she doesn’t often wear dresses”, his mother said to explain his lack of enthusiasm, “but this one is beautiful, isn’t it?” Lesley forced a smile and nodded. “Why don’t you try it on?” his Grand Aunt suggested.
Lesley was still speechless but his mother took the box the dress came in, grabbed him by the arm and hauled him upstairs saying “what a great idea”.
She brought him into her room. There were tears in his eyes as he looked at her desperately hoping that he wasn’t going to have to put on the dress. “Please Mum, don’t make be wear that dress”, he begged. “I’m sorry, but we have to keep her happy if we want to get this inheritance”, she reminded him. “Also, we can’t do anything that would raise suspicions. We could go to prison if we’re found out.”
Lesley sighed heavily but put up no counter-argument. His mother pulled out the dress fully and tried to stifle a smile at the layers of organza petticoat under the satin. Since he was so reluctant to undress, she pulled off his sweater and unbuttoned his blouse.
Then his mother threw the dress over his head, pulled it down and zipped him up. She reached up under the petticoats and unbuttoned his trousers. Lesley wanted to cry as she pulled down his trousers.
She went looking in drawers and pulled out a pair of plain white panties. He had managed to retain a pair of boy’s briefs until now but had to agree they would look odd should anyone get a glimpse. He still couldn’t bring himself to put on the girl’s clothes so his mother had to pull down his briefs and make him step into the panties.
Lesley looked in the mirror. The dress was quite short on him and only came half-way to his knees. He consoled himself that at least the panties were very plain.
His mother took the box to put it away. “Oh look.” She took out a pair of pink panties with three layers of white lace across the bottom. “I guess you’ll have to wear these.”
Lesley’s cheeks burned red as he stood there in the pink frilly panties. They were well covered by his dress but he knew they were there. He prayed and hoped that his brothers would never see them.
His mother looked pensive. “We don’t have any ankle or knee socks that you could wear.” She went to another drawer and produced a pair of white nylon stockings. Lesley winced at the sight. Then she found a white suspender belt. She looked up at the forlorn expression on his face and smiled sympathetically. “Sorry but they’re all we’ve got.”
She reached up under his petticoats again and hooked the suspender belt around his waist. She made him sit on the bed as she rolled the stockings up his legs and attached them to his suspender straps.
When she was done she made him stand in front of the mirror again. She stood back from him. “Bend over a little”, she instructed. He did as he was told. She got a glimpse of the lace-top of the stockings but decided there was no point in saying anything – there was no alternative. “Fine”, she said looking away innocently.
He put on the t-bar shoes and stood up thinking he was finished. But his mother had found a pink bow in the box and insisted on clipping it in his hair to one side of his head. They studied him in the mirror. It was bad enough having to wear any kind of dress but no sixteen-year-old girl would be seen dead in this. No ten-year-old would.
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