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Kristen, Part Four
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elbow and were made entirely of lace. I carried the dress back to my room
and began to look for just the right underwear and accessories to go with it.
The dress was lined so I didn't need to wear a slip with it, I picked out a
pair of pale yellow panties, a matching padded bra and ivory colored
pantyhose. I quickly got undressed, put my panties, bra, and stockings on
and with trembling hands reached for my dress.
I knew that I shouldn't be doing this but I also knew that I just had to do
it! Yes, I know that sounds strange but that's the only way I can explain my
feelings! I was a boy and really did enjoy being a boy, I loved baseball and
riding my mountain bike and checking out cute girls. I also knew that I
really, really, loved the soft feel of panties and the tightness of my bra on
my chest. When I put on a pretty dress and fixed my hair I was in heaven!
Even though I tried to deny it I had a great time going shopping with mom as
Kristen. I adored the feel of my nylon covered legs rubbing each other when
I crossed them and the excitement of being accepted as a girl in the ladies
room.
I unzipped my dress just enough to pull it over my head then reached back and
zipped it up again. I stepped into a pair of my white flats and brushed my
hair into a feminine style. Looking at myself I the mirror I felt a surge of
excitement and pleasure come over me as I studied the good looking girls in
the mirror. I thought that a touch of make-up would make my look perfect so
back to mom's room I went.
I was sitting in front of her make-up mirror putting on my lipstick when I
looked in the mirror and wanted to die! Dad was standing behind me with
puzzled look watching me do my make-up! I wanted to run and hide but there
was no where to go. I just hung my head and waited for dad to chew me out.
Before dad could even start to ask what I was doing I heard mom coming up the
steps.
"Wait until you see the pretty outfit I picked up for you Kristen!" She
called happily. "I can't wait to see how you look in it!"
Mom's cheery voice stopped abruptly as she turned the corner and saw dad
standing there.
"Hi honey!" She said to dad as if nothing was wrong. "You're home early,
what's up?."
Dad just looked at her then pointed to me.
"Good question?" He replied. "Maybe you two can tell me. Let's start with
why Mike here is all dolled up and who Kristen is?"
I spoke up before mom could say anything.
"I'm Kristen dad," I replied sadly. "Please don't be mad at mom, it's my
fault."
Dad just stared at me for a few moments before he spoke again.
"I think we should all go downstairs and try to sort this out."
"I'll be down in just minute dad," I said. "I think I'd better get changed."
"Don't bother changing." Dad replied. "I want to see you downstairs now!"
I desperately wanted to change clothes but I was afraid to make matters worse
so I followed mom and dad downstairs and sat down next to mom on the couch.
I noticed dad looking at me and realized that without thinking I had smoothed
out my skirt as I sat down then crossed my legs. Mom had gone through lot of
trouble to teach me how to sit in a ladylike manner and it seemed to come
naturally to me when I had a dress on. I just wished that this one time I
had forgotten how to act like a proper young lady!
"Looks as though some one went through a lot of trouble to make a young lady
out of you Mike." Dad said as he stared at my hands neatly folded in my lap.
"Would you care to explain why you're wearing your mom's clothes and
make-up?"
As much as I wanted to I just couldn't lie to my dad.
"They're not mom's clothes dad." I said in a low voice. "They're all mine,
it was my idea to wear them."
Mom stopped me before I could say anymore.
"I got him started Bob." She said to dad. "He didn't really want to do it
but I promised to buy him his leather coat if he'd let me dress him up. One
thing just sort of led to another. He's not bothering anyone so don't make
it harder than it already is for him!"
"You mean you let mom turn you into a girl just to get a jacket?" Dad asked
dumbfounded. "How long do you have to dress like this to pay it off?"
"Uh, actually dad it was just for a weekend last fall." I stammered. "I only
had to get all dressed up that one time."
Dad insisted on being told the full details of what had happened and how far
things had gone. I told him that I had enjoyed wearing girls clothes so much
the first time that I begged mom to let me dress when he wasn't home. I
showed him the girls underwear in my drawers along with the dresses in the
back of mom's closet.
Dad looked over my wardrobe calmly, only seeming slightly surprised that I
would willingly wear girls clothing. I told him how I had really tried hard
to stop but today I just couldn't fight the urge to dress anymore. I
explained about baseball and how hard I tried and how upset it made me. He
had calmed down pretty well when suddenly I heard Jim's voice from
downstairs.
"Hey Kristen" He called out. "What's up?"
"I'm busy right now Jim," I called back hoping dad hadn't heard me referred
to as Kristen. I'll catch you later okay?"
It was no use, dad had heard and was headed for the steps to talk to Jim. It
only took a moment to know that as usual Jim was dressed as Jill!
"Good grief!" Cried dad. "You too!"
Mom and I hurried downstairs to find Jim wearing a denim skirt, yellow top
and matching socks. His face was beet red and he was staring at the floor.
"Sorry Jill," I said apologetically. "I didn't know dad was coming back
early.
"Quit staring at her Bob," Mom admonished dad. "You're upsetting the poor
girl!"
"Poor girl!" Dad screamed. "Are you responsible for this too Mike?"
"No sir," Interrupted Jim. "Kristen, I mean Mike didn't even know until a
couple of weeks ago!"
"Well at least your family won't blame my daughter here when they find out
about you." Dad said relieved. "I don't need anyone else finding out about
this.
"Oh they already know," Said my ever helpful friend. "We all had dinner
together and Kristen and I even went skating with Heather!"
Dad was just standing there with a dumb look on his face.
"Look's like I'm the only one in this town that didn't know I had a
daughter!" He said worriedly. "What have people been thinking I wonder?"
Mom took dad by the hand and explained that no one else knew about Jill and
me except our families. No one would talk since no one knew. That seemed to
take a large weight off dad's mind.
"Okay," he finally said. "Here's what's going to happen. Mike or should I
say Kristen, I'm going to need some time to think about this. I don't want
to put any unnecessary strain on you so I'm going to let you dress around the
house until I know what to do with you. You will however have to meet my
conditions."
"What'll they be dad?" I asked.
"Well, just to show you it's not a game I want you to dress up everyday as
soon as you come home from school! You'll spend every minute at home as
Kristen, including weekends! When I come home from work I expect to see my
daughter Kristen in a dress, stockings, and shoes. That means no jeans or
slacks of any kind! You'll dress exactly as any girl your age including the
appropriate underwear. In addition, you're to act like and will be treated
like a girl at all times! If you agree I promise not to say a word until
I've thought this through, otherwise I'll stop all of your outside activities
and tell your friends why!"
I had to think about dad's condition for a moment. It had all been a big
game of pretend up to now, but that was about to change. I wasn't sure how
I'd feel about having to be Kristen whenever I was home. Before I knew that
if I got tired of my little game I could change back into Mike, now and for
who knows how long I had to stay as Kristen! I would have to wear nothing
but dresses until dad decided what to do about me. Since dad would know
about me this was definitely a chance to see how I'd feel about wearing girls
clothes. I wasn't sure how I'd feel but I had to agree.
"Okay dad," I said. "I guess I agree."
"It's a deal then." Dad announced. "I'll let you know what's going to happen
in the future when I've made up my mind. Since you're all done up already I
say we all go to get some dinner at that place downtown."
"I can't go like this dad!" I wailed. "What if someone sees me?
"If we run into anyone we know you'll be introduced as our niece "Kristen"
Dad replied seriously. "You'd better make very sure that you're believable!
I wouldn't want anyone finding out about you!"
Mom smiled and told me that everything would be fine. She asked me to come
with her while she got ready so she could make sure I looked okay. I figured
she would fix my hair and make-up and then she'd get ready but she closed the
door to her room and began to pull off her top and jeans.
"Mom!" I cried. "Give me a second to leave!"
Mom smiled at me. "Relax honey," She said soothingly. "You're a girl now
too remember!"
I had to sit there while mom took her jeans and top off and put on stockings,
a slip and dress. When she was done she came over and asked me to zip her up
in the back. This was normally dad's job she explained but it's always nice
to have another girl around to help. Blushing I zipped mom up then sat down
to have my hair and make-up done.
Mom thought I had done a pretty good job with my make-up, I only wore a
little blush, eye shadow and lipstick but mom said that was enough for a girl
my age. She picked up a hair brush and after a few minutes of work tied a
pretty yellow scarf in my hair. Looking in the mirror I felt both good and
bad. I was happy to look so nice yet worried about looking that nice in
front of dad. I was still his son and I was worried about what he'd think
when he saw how pretty I looked as a girl. Mom finished her make-up and
tapped me on the shoulder.
"Time to show dad what a lovely young lady his daughter really is!" She said
happily.
After the way he had reacted earlier the last thing I wanted dad to see was
me as a young lady, lovely or otherwise! Unfortunately though he was
expecting Kristen for dinner not Mike. I took one last look in the mirror,
smoothed the wrinkles from my dress, took a deep breath and followed mom
downstairs.
As we entered the room dad smiled when he saw how pretty mom looked. His
gaze fell on me and the smile disappeared. If I could have I would have
shrunk to microscopic size to avoid his scrutiny. After a few moments of
looking at me as though I was a creature from outer space to be studied and
observed he broke into smile.
"You really look nice Kristen!" He said as he approached me. "I don't think
you'll have anything to worry about!"
I felt better seeing dad's smile and I was happy to hear him say I shouldn't
worry. What positively threw me was when he put his arms around me and gave
me a big hug! He told me that he loved me very much but was concerned about
me. He explained that he just wanted to make sure I was happy.
"I suppose so dad." I said. "Just a little worried about how things will
turn out though."
"Just relax and everything will be fine sweetheart," he said in a soft voice.
I promise not to be too hard on you. With that he kissed me on the forehead
then held me out at arms length.
"I didn't get a chance to see how pretty you looked earlier," he said with a
grin. "How about letting me get a good look at my new daughter?"
I was thrilled to be treated so nicely so I happily obliged by stepping back
and holding out my arms so dad could get a good look at my dress. I turned
from side to side as he let a wolf whistle!
"You certainly do look nice" He laughed. "How about you ladies grab your
jackets and purses and we'll get going."
Turning to me he suddenly seemed worried.
"I suppose you do own a jacket and purse don't you Kristen?" He asked
solicitously.
I began to blush.
"As a matter of fact I do." I mumbled. "Sorry."
Dad just laughed. "I should have known! Well don't just stand there we have
to go to dinner!"
I smiled, went back to my room, dug my purse and jacket from the back of my
closet and returned downstairs. Dad helped mom on with her coat then held
mine for me. I smiled and thanked him.
"I told you that you'd be treated like a girl and I meant it. Sometimes you
may like it, other times you may not but you will be treated as a girl no
matter what!"
"Okay dad." I said. "I guess I can put up with it."
I slung my purse over my shoulder then reached up and kissed dad on the
cheek! I caught him completely by surprise causing him to turn a bright
red!"
"What was that all about?" He asked puzzled.
"You forgot something dad!" I replied cheerily. "You said I would have to
act like a girl too!"
"Oh yeah," He said sheepishly. "I did forget!"
"If you two could interrupt your "Daddy's Girl" routine I would really
appreciate some dinner!" Laughed mom.
Dad put his arm around me and escorted me out to the car. Once again he held
mom's door then mine. I felt better already!
I hurried downstairs to breakfast Saturday to find that my parents were
waiting for me.
"Happy birthday!" They shouted.
"You look like you had a good night's sleep." Said dad. "All ready for your
big day?" I began to answer as I sat down but I soon found that my thin
nightgown was no match for the cold chair. The cold wood of the chair went
right through my nightgown and panties and caused me to jump!
Dad nearly spit out his coffee from laughing! "See, there are some
advantages to wearing boys clothes!"
"I never said there wasn't dad!" I said when I calmed down. "I just like
wearing these clothes once in a while!"
Dad just laughed. "Well don't come crying to me when you freeze in that
nightgown!"
"You might want to wear a heavier nightgown or a robe while it's still chilly
in the mornings Kristen." Mom told me.
"Thanks mom, I'll try to remember that!"
Dad smiled at me. "Ready for your party?"
"I promised to help mom clean up first, Jim and his family are coming over
and mom wants the house to look nice!
"You've become a big help to mom lately" Dad told me. "She really
appreciates it when you help with dishes and cleaning the house. I wish you
had been that helpful earlier."
"Gee dad." I stammered, "Cleaning and doing dishes seemed kind of like girl's
work to me!"
"If I would have known that all it would take to get you to help was to dress
you like a girl you would have had a whole closet full of dresses by now!"
Dad joked.
"It's not too late you know!" I said with a grin.
"Don't push your luck young lady! I'm still not quite used to seeing my son
in girl's clothes! Let's leave it at one dress for now okay?"
"That's okay dad, I appreciate your buying that dress for me. It's gorgeous!
I can't wait to wear it for my party!'
Dad just rolled his eyes. "I still can't believe I bought my son a dress and
stockings!"
I reached up and kissed dad on his cheek. "Your daughter appreciates it and
she loves you very much!"
Dad gave be a big hug and said, "I love you too Kristen!"
Mom broke us up reminding me that we girls still had to get the house to
clean if there was going to be a party. Dad gave me one last quick hug and
it was off to clean the house.
It took several hours but finally we had a sparkling clean house. Mom told
me to shower and get ready for the party. I was to leave my hair damp since
she wanted to use her hot rollers to make it look nice. I couldn't wait to
have Jim see me in my new dress! It was so cute and it meant so much to me
coming from dad! For a split second I wondered if Jim would be dressed up
but then I came to my senses. Since it would only be our families here it
was a sure bet that Jill would be coming instead of Jim!
I laid out one of the slips and bras that dad bought me on the bed along with
a new pair of stockings and took a pair of the panties and a robe into the
bathroom with me. After a quick shower and shampoo I dried myself off,
slipped on my panties and robe and went to get dressed. I pulled on my
stockings as gently as possible to avoid getting any runs in them then
slipped on my bra and fastened it. Stepping into my new slip I stopped to
admire myself in the mirror. My legs looked great peeking out from the lace
at the end of my slip, the stockings somehow seemed to make them a little
nicer!
As I stood there admiring myself mom came in to set my hair. She had me turn
around so that she could see me from all sides. I remembered how strange I
felt that first Friday evening, standing in front of mom in girl's underwear.
Somehow it all seemed different now, so natural, I felt like a girl who's
mother was helping her get ready for a party!
Mom helped me into my dress and zipped it up for me. It was so nice and a
perfect fit! I couldn't wait to get my hair done and let dad see me in my
dress! Mom had to keep telling me to sit still as she rolled my hair saying
that I'd have plenty of time to show off for dad! It took her a few minutes
but she finished setting my hair and began to work on my face. I wanted her
to fix me up like she did that night with Jill but she said that was entirely
too much make-up for a girl my age! I'd have to settle for a little blush,
lipstick, and eye shadow. I begged her to really go all out but she said
that I'd be happy enough once she finished. After a few minutes of fussing
over me she decided I looked good enough and told me to just sit still and
wait a few more minutes for my hair to set. I picked up a copy of a sports
magazine to read while I was waiting but mom took it from me and handed me a
magazine for teen-age girls. I just shrugged and started to read an article
on what boys really look for in a girlfriend.
The article was really interesting. I never really understood what girls
liked in guys and now it was all clear! I figured this stuff would be really
helpful to me in getting a date, what an edge I'd have on the other guys!
After all I doubted if many of them ever read this kind of magazine! Of
course the only reason I was reading it now was to pass the time while
getting my hair done! It seemed really strange to be sitting here in a dress
and girls underwear, curlers in my hair, reading about what girls really
liked in a guy and thinking how it could help me get a date with a girl! I
figured though that I wasn't going to be dressed this way all the time and
there were several girls in school I'd like to date so why not get a few
pointers!
Mom came back a few minutes to take out my curlers and we talked about the
article and my feelings. I told her that I felt really confused, I was
having a really great time as Kristen but I still enjoyed doing things other
guys did and I wanted to date girls. Mom held me and told me that she
thought the best thing for me to do was to learn to enjoy being both Mike and
Kristen. She said that I spent the last thirteen years as Mike so now I
should enjoy being Kristen! I was lucky to see what girls went through and
yet be a boy whenever I wanted , not many boys ever have that chance!
It seemed simple enough when she put it like that. I spent my life until now
as Mike and this was just sort of another doorway I could go in and out of
whenever I pleased! I hoped dad thought that way too so that I could spend
some time as Kristen. He did by me the outfit I had on but he still wasn't
telling me what he had decided and I was getting awfully nervous!
While I was worried about what I would do mom finished taking out my curlers
and brushing my hair. She let me look at myself in the mirror and I got a
kick out of seeing a pretty girl with a head full of loose curls staring at
me! I gave mom a kiss and told her how great it looked! She didn't answer
me but I could tell by her smile that she was happy to have the daughter she
wanted! I stepped into a pair of white pumps, put on the necklace dad bought
for me and headed downstairs for my party!
Jim and his family arrived several minutes later. Heather looked great in a
denim skirt and white tank top but Jim was fantastic in a silky, cream
colored romper with tiny pink and blue flowers all over it, a pair of white
stockings and pink open toed sandals! His shoes were a perfect match for his
outfit and to top it off my sandy haired friend was now a blonde! His hair
wasn't quite as long as mine but it was styled in soft waves with bangs just
above his eyebrows! He wore light pink lipstick, foundation, pink eyeshadow,
and just a touch of blush! If I hadn't known that this was a boy I could
have never guessed, he was the kind of girl that made boys act stupid!
"Jim!" I squealed. "You're gorgeous!"
"You look great too Kristen!" He said as he hugged me. "Let's go to your
room and talk.
We hurried off to my room complimenting each others outfits as we went! I
still couldn't believe how pretty Jim was, his outfit gave him a figure any
girl our age would kill for, and he looked great with blond hair. He said
that his mom had used a special hair coloring that would wash right out to
give him a different look. We decided to see how we'd look in each others
outfit so Jim took off his romper and gave it to me while I removed my dress
and slip and gave them to him! The romper felt great when I got it all
buttoned up, very smooth and silky! I made a note to ask mom to buy me one
too! Jim of course was just as pretty in my dress, once again looking like a
teen-age boys dream come true! We finally had to switch back when our
parents called us downstairs. I hated to take off the pretty romper but I
felt better after I put my slip and dress back on!
Downstairs we had some cake and ice cream and then opened the gift from Jim's
family. They had bought me two rompers like Jim's in pink and blue. Jim
said that they picked the colors so I could feel like a girl in pink or a boy
in blue! I told them that there was a fat chance of feeling like a boy in
one of these! I couldn't wait to wear one of them but I still had no idea
what dad was going to do about me. He never said a word when I held up my
presents, just sort of nodded.
Jim and his family stayed for a little while longer but were going to a movie
so they had to leave. I saw them to the door and made plans to get together
with Jim the next day to talk about dad's decision.
After everyone left I took my new outfits to my room and tried them on. The
size was just right for me and I looked as good in them as I did in Jim's. I
spent a few minutes admiring myself then hung them up in my closet with my
other dresses. Dad walked into my room before I could put my dress back on
and saw me standing there in my slip and bra.
"Sorry, I forgot you're not Mike anymore. Would you put your dress back on
and come downstairs please. I want to talk to you."
"Sure dad, I'll be right there. Sorry if I embarrassed you."
"That's okay," Dad said. "I'll remember to knock in the future."
I stepped into my dress and zipped it back up. Checking myself in the mirror
I was happy with my looks and went see dad. I had no idea what was going to
happen but I didn't really have any say in the matter either. I just hoped
that dad would relax my punishment so I could have some fun this summer.
I was lost in thought when I turned the corner into the living room. I had
just finished saying hello to my Aunt Barb and cousin Cindy when I realized I
was standing there in girl's clothes! I turned to run back up to my room but
dad called me back.
"It's okay Kristen," Aunt Barb said. "You don't have to hide. We know all
about you."
"You look cute Mike, I mean Kristen!" Said Cindy. "Goofy, but cute!"
Aunt Barb quickly told Cindy to apologize saying that they didn't want to
upset me.
I couldn't imagine being more upset! My favorite aunt and a cousin I adored
were seeing me dressed up as a girl! What next, my eighth grade class?
"I'm sorry Kristen," Cindy said. "Happy birthday!"
Aunt Barb came over and gave me a hug.
"Happy Birthday Kristen! You look great!"
I could barely mumble a thank you, I felt like crawling under the rug and
crying forever!
"Sorry to surprise you like this sweetheart," Dad said. "But you'll
understand in a few moments why I did it."
Aunt Barb asked me to sit between her and Cindy on the couch while dad
explained what he had decided. Aunt Barb put her arm around me while Cindy
put a hand over mine.
"Mom and I talked this over quite a bit Kristen before we decided what to do.
We weren't entirely sure so we asked Barb to help. Once we explained
everything to her she agreed to help."
"I'm sorry Dad." I sobbed. "I promise I'll never do anything like this
again."
"Don't cry Kris," Cindy said as she squeezed my hands. "Trust me, it's going
to be okay!"
"I wondered if you really understood what you were doing." Dad continued.
"Did you really understand what it meant to be a girl?"
"Dad and I tried to show you what it was like as a girl but decided we really
couldn't do it right." Mom told me. "That's why Barb and Cindy are here."
I was totally confused by now. I spent every free moment for the last couple
of weeks as a girl. Iwent shopping as a girl, out to dinner as a girl, did
housework and everything else a girl does. What more was there?
Dad was kind enough to bring me up to speed.
"Even though you were treated like a girl at home we didn't think it was
enough. Therefore you'll be spending your summer vacation as a girl with
Barb and Cindy!"
Aunt Barb gently turned me to face her.
"Kris," She said soothingly. "For the next three months you'll be my niece!
Everything you do you'll do as Kristen. You won't have a single item of boys
clothes to wear even if you wanted to!"
Cindy broke in excitedly.
"I've always wanted a little sister Kris and now I'll have one! I'm going to
teach you all about being a girl!"
"Thanks Cindy, but I think I'm pretty good at that now." I said, desperately
hoping to change their minds!
"Hold out your hands!" Cindy ordered.
I held them out and Cindy put one of hers next to mine.
"Which do you think looks better?"
"Yours do of course! Your nails are shaped differently and you wear nail
polish. I couldn't wear nail polish often!"
"When was the last time you filed your nails?" Aunt Barb asked.
"Never, guys don't file their nails you know!"
I thought I had scored a point with that shot but Cindy just smirked.
"Girls do though, and in two weeks you're going to be a girl! That means
filing and polishing your nails, shaving your legs and underarms, setting
your own hair and sleeping in curlers!"
"Shave my legs and underarms, now that's what I call goofy!"
"No goofier than a fourteen year old boy wearing a dress and stockings!"
Cindy retorted.
"Let's stop calling each other names!" Dad insisted. "You don't have a
choice in the matter Kristen! You will do everything you're told to do, if
that means shaving your legs then you'll shave your legs!"
Dad was very calm the entire time he read me the riot act. He didn't need to
raise his voice, his word was law in our house and I knew it!
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say Aunt Barb." I stammered. "I'm sorry I yelled
at you Cindy."
Aunt Barb said that she understood my being upset but she was sure I'd enjoy
myself. She also told me that I had two weeks to do everything I wanted to
do as a boy because after that I was to think of myself as a girl!
Cindy gave me a big hug.
Trust me Kris, you're going to love being a girl!
Mom and Aunt Barb brought out some more boxes for me to open. Each one was
from a store that sold the best clothes a teen-age girl could want. Each box
was wrapped in a pretty floral paper and tied with pink, yellow or violet
ribbons. It didn't take Einstein to figure out that I wasn't going to get a
new baseball glove in any of these boxes! Resigned to my fate I began to
open my presents.
Mom and dad's presents were the first ones I opened and sure enough there was
no baseball glove to be found! Instead I found several pairs of shorts sets
in assorted colors and styles. One set that really caught my eye were denim
shorts with a pink ruffle at the leg opening which matched the pink top.
Even though I was still upset about how I was to spend my summer I couldn't
help but liking these shorts! Cindy noticed my smile and asked if I thought
they were cute.
"Well I guess so," I said cautiously.
"You better do more than guess Kris!" She laughed. "After all you're looking
at your wardrobe for the next three months!"
"Hurry up and open the rest of your presents." Aunt Barb said. "I want to
see how you like what Cindy and I picked out for you!"
I finished opening the rest of mom and dad's gifts and picked up a box from
Cindy. Sorting through the pretty wrapping paper and ribbon I opened the box
and found myself to be the owner of a pink sun dress with a white ruffle at
the hem and neckline. The dress had two thin shoulder straps to hold it up,
a flared skirt, and absolutely screamed "GIRL!" Sure I know that dresses are
strictly for girls but there are dresses and there are dresses, and then of
course there was this dress!
I pulled the dress out of the box and held it out in front of me. It was
beautiful! The prettiest dress I'd ever seen and it was mine! I was so lost
in that dress that it was several minutes before I noticed Cindy staring at
me and then only when she cleared her throat!
"I take it you approve?" Cindy asked.
Without setting the dress down I wrapped my arms around Cindys neck.
"It's beautiful Cindy! I can't wait to wear it!'
"So you don't mind spending your summer as a girl then?"
"I'll start right now if I can wear this dress!" I exclaimed.
Cindy laughed. "Somehow I don't think your folks would care for your wearing
a dress to school, even if it's only for a few weeks."
"No chance!" Dad blurted out.
"I suppose I can wait." I said as if I was really hoping to wear it to
school. "It wont be easy but I'll wait."
"Can the comedy and keep opening!" Aunt Barb said. "There are a few
surprises left!"
I opened more boxes to find some new panties, bras, and slips which were
every bit as nice as the ones dad bought for me. Just to make sure I had a
need for them I also got several new dresses as well as skirts and blouses.
After opening the last box I looked over my new wardrobe of skirts, dresses,
shorts, jeans, and lingerie. I was positive I had everything a girl could
possibly need and far more than a boy should ever have!
At least I thought so. It turned out that I was wrong! Aunt Barb handed me
a small box which was even more elaborately wrapped and berriboned than the
others were.
"Cindy and I looked everywhere to find just he right one for you! The size
should be just right and I'm sure the color will look great on you!"
I opened the box and nearly died! I found myself looking at a gold two piece
bathing suit!
The bottoms were cut pretty high up, heck the waistband was only a few inches
from the leg opening one the sides! The top which fastened in the front
could be worn with or without the tiny shoulder straps and had a little bit
of padding in the cups to help fill them out.
"You've got to be joking!" I screamed in disbelief. "I can't wear this, I
have nothing to put in the top and too much to show in the bottoms! Everyone
will be able to see in a moment that I'm really a boy!"
"Don't worry about the top Kris," Cindy said. "The padding will take care of
that!" Aunt Barb smiled and handed me one last package.
"This will solve the problem of the bottoms for you Kris!"
Puzzled I opened the box to find something which looked like flesh colored,
bikini panties. They didn't seem to have any back except for a thin strap
which was attached to the front panel.
"What is this?" I asked. "Some new kind of underwear?"
Everyone just stood there laughing at me until Cindy explained things to me.
What I thought were panties was called a gaffe and was meant to be worn by
men to hide any bulges in the front. I was to wear that under my bathing
suit and tight jeans to give make me look like a real girl!
Mom handed me the bathing suit and told me to go to my room and try it on.
Cindy volunteered to help me with the bathing suit but I turned her down.
Dad however overrode my objections and told Cindy to go with me.
"Unless I say otherwise you'll consider yourself to be a girl just like
Cindy! Now hurry up and change!"
Okay, end of argument again so I went off to change with Cindy trailing along
to help.
Once in my room Cindy helped me unzip and take off my dress. After stepping
out of my dress and slip I stood there in front of her in a bra, panties and
nylons.
"Wow!" She exclaimed. "I wasn't sure how far you'd really gone! What in the
world made you do this?"
As I removed the rest of my clothes I told her the story of the play and the
leather jacket.
"So," She said unbelieving. "You're going to be a girl all summer just to
get a jacket?"
I filled her in on the details as I struggled to put the gaffe on.
"It was only supposed to be for a weekend but one thing led to another and
here I am, a fourteen year old boy about to model a bikini!"
I finally got things adjusted just right and pulled on the bottoms to my new
bathing suit. Cindy handed me the top and after a few moments we decided it
looked better without the straps. Checking myself out in the mirror I was so
shocked at what I saw, or didn't see actually, that I reached down and felt
my crotch!
"Don't worry Kris!" Laughed Cindy. "You're still a boy, although the
prettiest one I've ever seen!"
I couldn't believe my eyes! I followed the line of my legs up from the floor
to my hips and there was absolutely no way to tell that I was really a boy!
I turned and looked over my shoulder at my butt and was happy to see that the
bottoms seemed to give it a cute rounded shape! This was going to be one
heck of a summer!
Cindy and I went back down to let the others see how I looked and even dad
was surprised.
"You make one cute girl Kris!" He said appreciatively.
Mom threw her arms around me and began to cry.
"Oh Kris, I wish you could stay this way, you're much too pretty to be a
boy!"
I didn't know what to say to mom. Actually part of me wished that I could be
a girl forever too. I loved the clothes, and the attention and I never
really had to try hard to be a girl, it just seemed easy to me! It also
seemed easy and fun to be a boy though. I remembered how mom had told me to
just relax and enjoy myself which was a whole lot better than wondering if I
should be a boy or girl. I decided that since I was going to spend a whole
summer as a girl anyway I was going to relax and enjoy myself. I'd be the
cutest, nicest girl possible.
"Thanks mom," I replied. "At least I'll look good enough, that's one thing I
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