Crossdressing with my Girlfriend and Boyfriend Part 2
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Cross-dressing Days with my Girlfriend and Boyfriend
By Cindybelle
PART 2
The next morning when I got up, very late, the first things I
noticed were the clothes I'd worn last night scattered on the floor,
Aubrey's white party dress and her shoes, and the tights and panties
that Cathy had provided. Looking further I noticed someone, probably
mom or Cathy, had also returned the orange satin pants and top from
yesterday plus the blouse and those hideous orange shoes.
I put on a pair of boxers and staggered along to the bathroom and
there I noticed I was still wearing the makeup from yesterday that
really gave me a shock. I spent an extra long time in the shower and
then inspected myself closely for any remaining traces.
"Well did you enjoy your girly day Timmy?" was the greeting I got
>from Cathy at breakfast. I ignored her.
" I looked into your room last night, but you had gone straight to
sleep, in future you need to remember to remove your makeup before
you turn in, said mom. "You also should hang up your dresses and not
leave them scattered all over your room"
"Don't worry, I won't be wearing makeup again and I don't want to
have that flower girl stuff in my room" I retorted.
"Oh so you are keeping Aubrey's pretty white party dress, are you?"
said Cathy.
"No, I'm seeing her a week on Saturday in Bramfield, I'll give it
back to her then. She is coming to watch the swimming competition." I
explained.
"Oh, that's nice dear you seemed to get on with her very well, and
Jason too I noticed" replied mom. "You had better hang up the dress
neatly in your wardrobe until then. I'd better check if it needs
cleaning as well."
"Talking about dresses," mom went on, "I need to tell you about my
plans. Now that Cathy is off to college in a couple of weeks, I've
decided to go full time into dressmaking, I'm tired of travelling
into Bramfield to that office every day, and I've found I'm getting
more dressmaking orders than I can handle in my spare time. So I'll
be working from home from now on."
"Wow, that's good mom, it made a long day for you with all the
travelling and you really are good at dressmaking" I replied. Mom had
had a hard time since Dad left us seven years ago he had set up
with a secretary he met at his office and had then been posted to
America so we never saw him now. I was only four when this happened
so don't remember too much. But he did give mom the house plus a
generous allowance to pay for my sisters and I through school and
college, he sends money at birthdays and Christmas, or maybe his
secretary does, and that's the limit of his contact now.
"Well I'm going to need your help more now, Tim. Now that both your
sisters are going to be away," mom said. Cathy was starting college
in a few weeks and Janette and Mike were setting up house 100 miles
away in Bristol, so soon it would be just me and mom.
"Don't worry mom, I'll help as much as I can it'll be nice to have
you at home when I get in from school, Cathy's meals weren't as good
as yours" I responded. Cathy used to make a meal when we both got in
>from school, as mom sometimes did not get home until late. Although
actually I often found I was doing most of the work recently, Cathy
really did not like cooking, while I rather enjoyed it.
"Well maybe you can be the little housewife now then, you seem to
like girly things," said Cathy. "You can also have the clothes I'm
leaving in my small wardrobe if you like; most of them are too small
for me now. There are some more jeans in there that will fit you"
This was a reference to the fact that mom had, in the past,
sometimes passed on some of Cathy's more unisex clothes to me when I
was younger and growing fast : jeans, tops and socks but not dresses
and such.
"Thanks Cathy," I replied, "I'm really going to miss all your kind
and helpful remarks."
"OK children, that's enough," said mom, "You do pick on Timmy a lot,
Cathy, he is a good boy and certainly does better at school than you
ever did and he keeps his things tidier than you ever have, so leave
him alone," That's a change I thought, maybe things will be better
for me with Cathy gone.
Back in my room I put the dress and shoes in my wardrobe and stuffed
the other flower girl clothes in my bottom drawer. I forgot about the
dress until Aubrey called in the middle of the following week. We
first fixed up details of where we would meet.
Then she said, "How are you going to bring the dress, it needs to
hang, you can't fold it."
"Oh, I hadn't realised that. But won't it also be a problem while
you are watching the swimming and afterwards if we go to the
pictures," I asked.
"Ask your mom if she has a garment carrier, then at least you can
carry it over your arm, yes, but where can we keep it until I catch
the train home?"
"Tell you what I could it put in my locker at the pool and we could
come back after the pictures and pick it up then." I replied.
"Great idea, thanks Tim. Oh by the way I've got some great pictures
my folks took of us dancing, I'll bring them with me. There are some
of you with Jason as well." She said.
"Aubrey, I really don't want to see any more pictures of me at the
wedding, I'm glad Janette had a good wedding, but for me it is
something I really want to forget." I said.
"What, even meeting me and the kiss we had?" she joked.
"All right, I enjoyed some parts of the day and yes I really do want
to meet you again. See you Saturday then" I replied.
The next day, I got a call from Jason. "Hi Tim, how's things?"
"Fine thanks, I think I've recovered from the ordeal last week,
although I'd still like to buy up all the pictures," I joked.
"No way, man, I keeping the ones I've got of us, I've showed them to
friends and they all ask who is the good looking doll you're dancing
with?'- so you now have a fan club." he said. "Hey did you know Speed
Wagon are doing a gig at the Bramfield Arena on Sunday, I know a guy
who does the sound there and can get tickets, want to come?"
"Wow, I'd like to, but I'm coming up to Bramfield on Saturday for a
swim meet," I said, wondering if he knew about Aubrey coming, "it
will test the budget coming up to town twice in a weekend," I
replied, trying to make a way out.
"Oh pity about Saturday, I would have liked to have seen you at the
pool, but I have a dance class in the afternoon I'm taking tap and
ballet lessons. But don't worry about the cash on Sunday, it's my
treat, say you'll come," he said.
Well, it didn't seem as if Aubrey had told him about her coming to
the swimming meet, so I really didn't have much of a way to turn him
down without hurting his feelings. But I really would have to tell
him that this was a one off, a sort of thank you for not ragging me
at the wedding.
"Yes I'd like to come I said, as long as you are OK about paying I
don't like to impose on you like that, when I can't pay you back, I
replied.
"Don't worry about it, I'll enjoy having you as company, see you
Sunday," he concluded.
At school on the Friday I had an unpleasant shock. Mrs Cartwright
strikes again! In her drama class she announced that she was starting
to cast for this terms musical production. Groans from the assembled
throng. "This year instead of a modern musical we are going to do a
one over a hundred years old," more groans, "It is The Mikado'
Gilbert and Sullivan's most popular and famous composition. I'll be
going round each class from today and selecting the cast."
At the end of the lesson she called me to the front. "Timothy, you
did wonderfully well in The Wizard' and I think you are the best
choice for the female lead in the Mikado Yum Yum, it's a big part
and needs a good voice and I believe you will be able to carry it
off."
"Mrs Cartwright, if you don't mind, I'd rather not. I'm glad to have
helped out last time but couldn't you give someone else a chance," I
urged.
"Timothy, it's only going to be a year or so and your beautiful
treble voice will break, this is probably the last chance you've got
to do this kind of role and you are far and away the best singer for
a soprano role in the school, plus you can act and play the role
well," she insisted.
"I suppose I don't have any choice, then, but I'd really rather
not," I said.
"Don't worry it needs a big cast and there will be boys playing the
other girl roles, so you won't be alone like in the Dorothy part."
she cajoled.
I went home with the news. Mom was delighted; I think she saw more
dressmaking opportunities! "You'll make a lovely Yum Yum. I'll help
make the costumes for the whole production, yes, I'll speak to Mrs
Cartwright on Monday"
I changed the subject. "Mom I'm going to need a garment carrier to
take Aubrey's frock back tomorrow, I'm meeting her in Bramfield, can
you help?"
"Don't worry I've got just the thing, I'll get it out in the
morning," she replied.
Next morning she gave me the carrier, it was a five foot long
carrier with a zipper down the front. The only problem was it was
made of transparent plastic. Yuk, everyone would see I'm carrying a
prissy looking dress when I get on the train.
I left at 11 o'clock carrying my sports bag, which also contained
Aubrey's shoes and with the dress. I felt very conspicuous with it
over my arm and it was impossible to hide it. On the train there were
stares and little smiles from people. One child in a not very quiet
voice whispered "Mommy, why is that boy carrying a dress?" More
smiles all round.
A lady next to me turned and said "It is a pretty dress, is it for a
special occasion?"
"No, I'm taking it back to my girlfriend, I just borrowed it," I
said, before realising how that could be interpreted.
"Well, I'm sure you looked very nice in it," she laughed. I just
blushed and said nothing, I'd said too much already.
At the station, I had to wait 20 minutes for Aubrey's train to
arrive, more embarrassment, standing around, holding the dress.
She dashed up when she arrived, we had a quick hug, and she said
"You brought the dress like that?" pointing at the carrier "here let
me take your sports bag, I'll let you carry the dress as you like it
so much!"
We walked around to the Leisure Centre, chatting and laughing all
the way. I said goodbye to her at the entrance before walking towards
the changing rooms. Have you ever tried walking into a men's changing
room at a sports hall carrying a party dress over your arm? Don't.
"Going on somewhere afterwards Tim? Somewhere nice?" The comments
came thick and fast, most of them from guys I had met at other
competitions. Then came, "Wait a minute, I was at your sisters
wedding last week," it was John, the friend of Cathy's, "Isn't that
the dress you wore then when you went dancing with the boys in the
evening?"
Get out of that one I thought. But I learned it is best just to
ignore the taunts and people soon get bored, so I turned and hung up
my dress, no! - The dress, and started changing into my speedos.
Luckily that seemed to quieten things down a bit. The guys know I'm a
pretty good swimmer so that may have helped.
The meet went well. I was in two events; I came third in the first
race and won the second. So I got a cup and a medal. I saw Aubrey
cheering and applauding and felt good about that. After the
presentations I went up to her and gave her a hug, we chatted for a
while, then I said, "let me get changed and we'll go out and
celebrate."
I was late getting back in the changing room and just about all the
guys had left. When I opened my locker, I had a shock, my clothes
were gone and just my sports bag and the dress were left in the
locker. Whoever had done it, must have taken the key from my shower
bag while I was racing and removed the clothes. I checked and they
had put my wallet and loose money and the stuff from my pockets in
the sports bag.
I looked around in all the open lockers, but there was nothing. Then
I noticed a note on a shelf inside "Enjoy your evening, your other
clothes will be in the post on Monday."
I sat down with my head in my hands. What could I do? There was only
the dress and Aubrey's shoes. I did have a spare swimming costume in
my kit, plus some white socks. The only thing to do was to put on the
dress, see if I could muss up my hair a bit and get help from Aubrey.
My hair won't stay straight, so I just let it curl and I think it
looks better if it's fairly long, otherwise it looks weird.
So, that's what I did. In the end I didn't look too bad. The hair on
my legs, what there was of it, was like my head hair, very fair, so
my legs looked all right. The shoes were as uncomfortable as ever,
but I suppose by now I was getting used to them.
I went out to find Aubrey. She was waiting at the entrance, as were
a bunch of the guys who set up a chorus of shouts and wolf whistles.
I dashed up to Aubrey.
"So it is Tammy again is it?" she said. Then she saw how stressed
out I was and got hold of me. "Hey, don't worry, we'll get out of
this. Where are your clothes?"
"The guys say they are going to mail them. We are going to have to
go a shop and buy something, anything, so I can get home" I cried.
"Not easy, Tim, its 6 o'clock on a Saturday night and that's when
the shops shut. Let's get away from here and go and have coffee and
see what we can do," she said.
We went to a coffee bar, luckily it was quiet and we discussed the
situation.
"The best thing I can think of is for me to do your hair properly,
put some makeup on you so you can pass as a girl, I'll give you my
handbag for your wallet and tickets and I'll take your sports bag,
you'll look silly in a party frock carrying a sports bag," said
Aubrey.
"I'll look silly anyway, wearing this stupid dress on train on a
Saturday night," I wailed.
"You might get asked to a neat party, and pardon me its not a stupid
dress, I rather like it and I want it back if you're not keeping it
that is." She joked.
"I'm sorry, Aubrey, I'm rather stressed out with all this. What with
this, the wedding and now the Mikado, I might as well be dressed as a
girl all the time" I said
"What's this about the Mikado?" Aubrey asked. When I told her, she
let out a squeak and said "That's amazing our school is doing it
this term as well and I'm in it I'm playing Peep Bo one of the
Three Little Maids. Who are you playing?"
"I'm playing Yum Yum," I confessed.
"But that's the lead and a big part, wow, Janette said you had won
singing competitions. Swimming, singing what else do you do? Gosh, I
hope your voice doesn't break before the big night," she laughed.
"If I knew how, I'd break it right now. What happens at your school,
do girls play the male roles?"
"No, we do the productions jointly with the boys from St.
Christopher's, in our big concert hall so we don't have to do drag
acts like your school. Hey, this could be fun, we could practise
together, my mum is a music teacher, we could learn together," she
enthused.
I thought of her mother teaching me to sing a girls part and my
mother making dresses for me and I shuddered, I changed the subject.
"Aubrey, I guess the pictures are off, I'm not going like this. I'm
sorry our date has been ruined, but it's about time you turned me
into a convincing enough girl that I can get home on the train."
"Yes, I'm sorry Tim, it must be awful for you, let's go into the
ladies and I'll make you beautiful, well, more beautiful than you
already are,"
With that we went into the luckily empty loo and she wove some magic
on my hair and face so when I looked in the mirror alongside her, she
said "Hello again Tammy!"
Yes, Tammy was back, all I had to do now was survive the train
journey back. We said our goodbyes at the station and I climbed on
board the train in my party frock. I suppose it could look as if I
was on my way to or from a party, but I felt terribly exposed as the
dress had no arms, just two thin shoulder straps and it was short,
very short. A couple of men came and sat deliberately opposite me,
there were plenty of empty seats and they really spooked me, looking
at my legs and then up and down my body, smiling and trying to make
eye contact. It was a long journey.
Mom was in the lounge with Cathy when I arrived and saw me as soon I
walked in the door.
"You really do love that dress, don't you," said Cathy. Mom saw I
was on the verge of tears and came across and put her arm round my
shoulder and brought me to the sofa.
"What's wrong darling, tell me what happened," I put my arm around
her and told her the story. When I got to the piece about the men on
the train, she said, "Maybe it's a good lesson you've had about how a
girl feels when she is eyed like that, men can be unfeeling and scary
when they have the advantage over women on their own, I hope you
never do that as you grow older."
"If he keeps on dressing like this, that will be the least of his
problems," said Cathy, ever helpful and friendly.
"Cathy, leave him alone, he has had a nasty experience and needs to
get over it. Timmy, you had better go upstairs and get changed."
So up to my room, and again into my wardrobe went the dress, off
came the white shoes, also this time I had a handbag, I sat on the
bed in my speedos trying to settle myself.
There was a knock on the door and Cathy came in. "Hey little
brother, I'm sorry if I was mean to you there. Thinking about it I
guess part of it is my problem, you know, I think I am jealous of
you."
"Jealous, of me! I'm your squirt of a little brother who dresses in
girls clothes, remember," I almost shouted.
"Yes, you are, but you are also a lot more, you are far cleverer
than I, you are good at everything you do, swimming, singing, acting,
schoolwork, you care about people, I could never go down to help with
those old fogeys at the Home, I couldn't even bring myself to play
with the kids like you did at the wedding. People really like you and
I know from Janette that Aubrey fancies you. On top of which you look
handsome as a boy and, yes, you can make a rather pretty girl when
you want to that is. So, little brother that's how I really feel
about you, when I taunt you its some kind of defence mechanism to
cover my own inadequacies and that's something I'm just coming to
realise."
That was a pretty big speech from Cathy, and I realised it must have
taken quite an effort for her to say it. I stood up walked over to
her and gave her what must have been the first hug for many years,
"Cathy I've always loved you as a sister from when I was very small,
you played with me a lot then and I remember the happy times we had,
you are a special person to me and I'm pleased we can be real friends
again."
"There you go again, see, always being the forgiving, nice natured
person, that's why people like you," Cathy said and continued, "there
is one more confession I have to make, I've just had a call from
John. He was the one who thought up the plan to switch your clothes
and carried it out. I've told him to come around here with the
clothes right now and also to apologise to you, otherwise I'll never
see him again." With that she walked out of the room.
I sat down again and took stock, today had been a bit weird, but I
had done well in the swimming, Aubrey had helped me get out of a real
jam and now Cathy had shown me a side of her I had not seen before,
an interesting day. Now I was really tired, I just rolled over into
bed and went straight to sleep.
On Sunday after my session at the Sunhill Old Peoples Home I got
ready to go into Bramfield again to meet up with Jason for the
concert. Mom was fussing a bit, "Make sure you take your mobile and
ring to tell me with what train you are getting back, I'll meet you
at the station."
"Yes, yes, mom don't worry, I'll be OK," I replied.
I met Jason at the station; he was dressed in really cool gear,
white chinos and a red and pink striped T shirt. He is taller than me
and almost two years older, so I guess I looked like his kid brother.
When we met he tried to reach for my hand as if to walk together, but
I moved away and put my hands in my pockets. I wished he wouldn't do
that. I also remembered I had meant to speak to Aubrey about what she
meant when she spoke of Jason kissing me, but with the trauma of
yesterday I had forgotten.
He had obviously spoken to Aubrey about the swim meet and
congratulated me on my success, "I'd have liked to see you standing
on the podium collecting your prizes". I waited for comments about
the dress incident, but he didn't mention it and I certainly wasn't
going to.
The concert was great and the band really rocked. We got to our feet
waved our arms and at other times just sat together. At one emotional
point he took hold of my hand and rested it on his knee close to his
groin. I didn't resist but felt a shade uneasy, after a while he
moved his hand in closer and I could feel his hardness. At this point
he looked over at me and smiled. What to do?
I turned to him and said, "Jason, I'm just coming up to twelve and I
don't think I'm ready to handle that kind of thing, I don't want to
offend you, I like coming to the concert with you, but can we just
leave it there?"
"Tim, I'm sorry if I frightened you, I wouldn't want to harm you in
any way, please relax and we will just watch the concert," he said.
After that everything was fine. At the end of the concert as we
walked to the station chatting about the concert, he really did know
a lot about the music, he reached out for my hand again. This time I
let him, hell he was nice guy, he had treated me to the concert and I
did not want to hurt his feelings.
When we got to the station, we walked through the deserted car park
and he turned to me, grabbed my other hand and looked me straight in
the face. "Tim," he said "I've really enjoyed tonight, I'm sorry if I
scared you back there, but I really would like it if we could meet
again and become closer friends," with that he squeezed my hand and
started to move his face closer to mine. I let go his hand and moved
away, "thanks Jason, I've enjoyed tonight as well and yes we could
meet again, but I don't want to have you pay all the time. Can we
leave it there for now, I'm a bit confused," I managed to say.
We walked silently onto the station platform where my train was
waiting. He turned to me and said, "Thanks for tonight, next time
promise me you'll come as Tammy!" With that he air waved a kiss at me
and went over to his platform.
As I sat on the train, my mind was in turmoil. People seemed to
think I was some kind of sweet natured guy who could do no wrong,
what they didn't realise is that I was really confused as to who I
was, what I was and people seemed to want to make me do things I
didn't want to do. Where was it all leading?
Next week at school Mrs Cartwright had another session with me.
"Your mother called me and has offered to help not only with your
costume but with the other leading ladies' as well, that will be
such a help, also as she teaches drama she can help you with your
part it is a big part so that will be good. Now here's the script
and the music part, first rehearsal for you is this Friday."
"Thank you Mrs Cartwright, I'll do my best," I said glumly.
"Cheer up Timothy you know you can do it" she replied.
Back at home mom was already making costumes, starting with mine.
You will need three costumes, including the bridal one, so I'm
starting with that. I'll need your help while I pin it together
tonight."
"Bridal dress!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, at the start of the second act, the other ladies have to dress
you on stage and do your hair for the wedding, then you sing a song
about how beautiful you feel like the rays of the sun'," explained
mom.
I went off to talk to Aubrey on the phone, anything to get my mind
of this upcoming horror. I told her of the plot details I had heard
>from mom.
"Oh, haven't you seen it before? I have." she said, "one of the
early songs is when all the three Maids, including you as Yum Yum,
sing about going to school together, it's a famous song Three
Little Maids from school are we'"
"Enough, I don't want to hear anymore, what with wedding dresses and
little maids I am getting very uptight about this whole thing. It's
all right for you, you are playing the girl parts, and you have boys
for the boy parts." I complained.
"Calm down Tim, you'll be fine, it's no different to playing
Dorothy, and Janette said you were brilliant in that," she said.
"Thanks, Aubrey, that's just what I wanted to hear. Anyway, when can
we next get together how about this weekend? I asked.
"Tell you what, can you get over here to my place on Saturday, Mummy
was going to run through some of the songs with me and Carol, she's
playing the other Little Maid, -Pitti Sing- we would have all three
little maids then. How about it, you could stay for tea and then we
could go into Bramfield for the pictures we missed last week," she
urged.
"What stupid names these characters have, but anyway that seems a
good idea, I could get over there about 1o'clock or 1.30, is that
OK?" I said. Then I asked "Aubrey, you know I went to the Speed
Dragon concert on Saturday with Jason?"
"Yes, he did say he was going with you, did you enjoy it?" she asked.
"Yeah, it was great and it was his treat, that was kind of him," I
replied.
"And ?" she queried.
I didn't want to ask straight out about Jason, so slid away from a
direct question. "No, it's just I wanted you know that I had been out
with him, in case he hadn't told you," I said a bit lamely.
"Tim, I need to talk to you a bit about Jason, but now is not the
time he is in the house and moving about so he might hear, we'll
talk Saturday, OK?"
"Yeah, that's fine, no hurry. See you then," I replied.
Friday night came and after dinner mom had me undress and stand on a
chair in the lounge while she pinned up the wedding dress costume.
"Its got to be easy to put on , as you have to get dressed on stage,
the other two little maids do up your hair, then put you in the
dress. You will have it on for the rest of Act 2," she said.
"Brilliant, that's just what I wanted to hear What will I be
wearing before the dress goes on?" I said.
"That will be bridal underwear, I think we will buy that for you
though, we can go for it one night next week after school or maybe go
into Bramfield at the weekend," she replied.
"Oh yes, we will need to make sure everything fits. Plus we will
need to get a wig, your hair is very blonde, Japanese ladies all have
black hair" she explained. "Stand still and turn around while I get
the back of your dress adjusted."
At this point Cathy came in, I glared at her. But she surprised me,
"don't worry Tim, I won't say a word," she said, stifling a giggle.
"OK, you can take it off now, but stay down here, I'll make a few
adjustments and we can try it on again" So then mom and Cathy helped
me out of the dress and left me standing in my boxers.
Cathy couldn't resist asking "Oh, he's not wearing the right
underwear, doesn't he have too?"
"Oh yes, we need a bustier, a slip and silk stockings - he has to
sing a song upstage before the dress goes on," mom explained. I was
getting a bit tired of hearing about this part, also beginning to
dread it.
Mom was another hour before she let me go, Then she said. "That was
very helpful, Tim, I get done much quicker when you model the dresses
like that. Now that I am going into full time commissions for
dressmaking you can be my model I will pay you extra pocket money."
"Please mom, leave it for now, I've had it up to here with dressing
up these last few weeks and now I'm going to have another six weeks
for the Mikado" at which point I stormed out.
Saturday, and I headed off to Aubrey's house. Her mom opened the
door and said "Well it's the third little maid, come on in Tim, Carol
and Aubrey are in the front lounge, that's where the piano is"
When I walked in the room, as well as the two girls, there was Jason
sitting on the couch. "Hi Aubrey, and Hi Jason, I wasn't expecting to
see you here. Oh and hello Carol, or should I say Pitti Sing?" I said
"Jason is in the Mikado as well, Tim, he goes to St Christopher's,
he is playing Nanki Poo, that's the character that marries Yum Yum,"
said Aubrey. A vision passed before my mind about the marriage
ceremony and the wedding dress and me and Jason I quickly tried to
banish it and said, "Well does anybody know the words yet?"
"Don't worry about that, we'll start just singing from the sheets,
lets start with the Three Little Maids. I'll play it through first,"
said Aubrey's mom.
As she played it, I read the words and cringed.
"Three little maids from school are we,
Pert as schoolgirl well can be
Filled to the brim with girlish glee
Three Little Maids from school"
And so it went on.
Soon I was singing along with Carol and Aubrey and after three runs
through we were singing together quite well.
"That's very good girls, err and Tim. You have a lovely treble
voice Tim and you project well, you must have sung on the stage
before."
After a while we broke for tea. Carol was a nice girl and didn't
josh me at all. In fact we started singing songs together the Three
Maids song is infuriatingly catchy and we started singing and
making up new, rather rude, words. Jason, who was with us, seemed a
bit left out of our chatter, especially when we got onto discussing
the dresses. Carol and Aubrey were fascinated when I told them about
the underwear and wedding dress.
"Oh, if you go into Bramfield for the lingerie, you must let me come
as well, to help you choose," said Aubrey. Oh, brilliant, I thought,
my would be girlfriend helping me buy bridal underwear, just what I
need.
Aubrey's mom prepared tea for us and after she laid things out she
laid things out she turned to me and said. "Tim, I understand you
haven't seen The Mikado," I nodded, "Well I have two tickets for next
Saturday's matinee at the English National Opera I got them through
my work with the choir. How would you like it if you and Jason went
up to London to see it next week?"
I looked at Jason, who was beaming and then across to Aubrey who
looked a bit upset.
Her mom saw this and said, "Well Aubrey has seen it already, and I
think at eleven you are bit too young to travel around London if you
haven't been on your own before. Jason is nearly fourteen and goes up
to town for his ballet lessons I will be happier if he takes you."
"That is very kind of you," I said "I must admit I would love to go
to a real Opera House and see the show, are you sure you don't mind
Aubrey?"
"No, you go Tim, I've seen it and mom's right Jason knows his way
around London," she replied.
"Well thank you then," I said, turning to her mom
After tea, Aubrey and I caught the train to Bramfield. When we were
on board I said "Jason seemed a bit out of sorts earlier today,"
trying to bring the conversation around to him and find out what
Aubrey meant in her earlier comment.
"Yes he gets moods, he doesn't have a happy time at school and
doesn't have many friends," she said.
"What's his problem then? We seem to get along all right," I asked.
"Well the other guys give him a hard time he is more interested in
art, music and dance, - he takes ballet lessons, plus his mannerisms
make some guys think he is a bit strange. Boys can be cruel at times
can't they? Didn't you say you have guys getting at you after playing
Dorothy, doesn't that bother you?" she asked.
"Not really. The guys who call me names are the losers anyway. Most
of the mainstream guys know I swim for the school team, because of
that and my grades, I was elected deputy form captain, so I can get
away with things like Dorothy, anyway I do with the guys that matter.
I must admit this Mikado deal is scaring the pants off me though," I
replied. Then I realised what I said and Aubrey burst into fits of
laughter.
"Yes, you'll lose your pants again, that's for sure," she joked.
"The thing about you Tim, is that you try hard and seem to excel in
just about everything you do. People recognise this, I certainly do.
How do you find time to do everything?"
"Well two nights a week I do swimming practise, one night piano, now
I've got two nights for Mikado rehearsals and on Sunday afternoons I
go to the Sunhill Old Peoples Home , the rest of the time is
homework, learning the guitar and now meeting with you," I explained.
"But that's me, I was asking about Jason. I can't keep on going out
with him and him paying, plus, to be honest, I wonder why he likes
me?" There, I'd asked it.
"Oh Tim, its just he is lonely, he doesn't have any real boy friends
or girl friends, that's why I was pleased you were hitting it off
with him you might give him a bit of your confidence," she said,
"But if he can do a part, a big part in a musical like the Mikado,
surely that takes confidence?" I queried.
"When he is acting, he becomes a different person, he really is very
good. It's as though he only gets to grips with things when he is
playing someone else. That's why I'd like you to help him if you
can," she said.
Oh dear, that's not what I wanted to hear. OK then, I decided, I'll
go for broke. "But you warned me about him kissing me," I said
bluntly.
"Come on Tim, when I said that you should watch out for him, you
were dressed as a rather good looking girl, no, make that a very good
looking girl, and it was meant as a joke not a warning," she then
said.
I decided to leave it there. Aubrey obviously did not know or
realise there may be another side to Jason. If I told her my
suspicions it might hurt her and also damage our friendship. But that
left me with the problem of Aubrey wanting me to be friends with him,
why is life never simple? That is a question for another day, I
decided. Aubrey would understand that, I hoped.
When we reached the multiplex, I let Aubrey choose the film. She
chose a real weepie. It was about a man (an Englishman) who married a
divorced woman (an American) who had a young child, a boy about 9.
The woman developed a fatal cancer and died. At the end the man and
the boy who had tried to be formal and strictly correct with each
other suddenly both realised that they had to let their grief out,
they just held each other and wept. The closing scene was so
emotional that I wept as well.
When the lights went up we turned to each other, I saw Aubrey's eyes
were moist. She saw the tears running down my cheeks as I tried to
brush them away with my hand.
"Gosh, that film really got to you didn't it Tim, don't you have a
hankie? Here let me dry you up with mine."
I tried to explain, "I guess I was identifying with the boy. He lost
his dad, like I did, when they divorced, then he lost his mother and
the final scene really upset me. I'm sorry to be such a wimp."
She turned and grabbed me in a hug. We were still sitting in the
emptying cinema, but oblivious to the people around us.
"Tim, stop apologising, you absolutely don't need to. Maybe you
needed to let go a bit over losing your dad. He is America, isn't he?
Do you never hear from him?"
"No," I replied, "He pays for school and sends money at birthdays
and Christmas that's it."
"It's a pity he doesn't know what a wonderful son he has," said
Aubrey.
"Maybe he just doesn't care, anyway I hardly knew him, I was four
when he left," I didn't tell Aubrey I thought about him just about
every day and looked at the one tiny photo I had of him and kept in
my wallet.
We walked back to the station in subdued mode and arranged to meet
in Bramfield before Jason and I went into London on the following
Saturday.
Mom was awful during the next week. She was now busy dressmaking
both my costumes and others on commission. She had me modelling for
her every night after I got home from swimming or rehearsals. I found
it easier just to undress and for the intervals when she didn't need
me she handed me an old dressing gown of hers which I wore while I
went back to homework or piano practise. It had a yellow and white
silky looking pattern and was quite ridiculous .
When I objected, mom said, "Look Tim, your dad only pays for your
school uniform, things are going to be a bit tight until I get the
dressmaking business running properly, meanwhile you are going to
have to make do with what you've got or whatever there is in Cathy's
wardrobe that fits." I kept quiet at that point.
Cathy was getting ready to go to college and one night while I was
standing in yet another frothy looking party frock she came in and
asked Mom. "What are you going to do with Janette's room now she is
leaving, can I have it for when I'm on vacation from college?"
"Well my plan is that Timmy moves into Janette's room, its bigger
for a start and I use his old room for my dressmaking so I don't
have to clear up the lounge everyday," mom told her.
Cathy wasn't pleased sat that, but kept quiet. I liked my room as I
had it decorated just like I wanted with places for posters and my
swimming trophies and other kit. Janette's room was indeed bigger but
she hadn't changed it much from her early teen years, so it was all
pink and white: walls, carpets and curtains not my idea of a cosy
room. I started to object, but mom silenced me .
"No arguments Tim, that's what is going to happen. Now change from
that party dress into your wedding dress, its just about finished, oh
yes and put on those shoes," she said, pointing to some fancy
decorated high heeled white shoes, "I want to get the length right
while you are in your heels"
"Mom, do I have to do all this? It's only for two nights who will
notice?" I complained.
"Tim, to make convincing drama you need to pay attention to every
detail, that includes everything from underwear to shoes to hair and
makeup so just do as I say." It's useless arguing with mom when she
is in one of her determined moods, so I did as she asked. Cathy
looked on and helped me change dresses, but she was silent for once
looked sympathetically at me while she did it.
On the Thursday morning mom said to me, "Tonight, after school, we
will go into Bramfield and buy your bridal underwear, its late night
shopping."
"But mom this is crazy we can't afford new clothes for me, yet you
want to buy this stuff for a two night play," I exclaimed.
"Mrs Cartwright has a grant to cover costumes and she says she can
keep them and use them for other productions - so it's the school
that is paying. Tom just stop complaining and do as I say," she said
firmly.
So, after school that day, I met mom at the station. She was
carrying a garment carrier. I noticed it was not transparent like the
one she gave me two weekends ago.
"This is your wedding dress, I'm bringing it just to make sure
everything fits properly," mom said.
"But I thought I was just going to get measured up," I said, getting
very uneasy.
"Oh no, I gave them your measurements two weeks ago, it should be
ready by now," said mom confidently.
In Bramfield, I followed mom like a condemned man into Amelia's
Bridal Shop. It was wall to wall white wedding dresses and multi
coloured bridesmaids outfits my mind went back to Janette's wedding
and my awful experiences there. I felt weak at the knees.
Three ladies stepped forward as we entered, two younger girls and an
older large lady who spoke, "This must be the young boy bride and you
must be Mrs Bramlett," she said as she walked up and grasped my two
hands. "Let me look at him."
"Oh yes, what a gorgeous face and I understand you have a beautiful
voice yes, we will make you into the loveliest Yum Yum ever. Is
that the dress?" She asked pointing to the carrier.
Mom proudly unwrapped the wedding dress and held it out to a chorus
of "oohs" and "ah, isn't it lovely" and similar remarks.
"Well into the changing room and lets get you ready." With that all
three ladies and my mom walked me into an inside room lined with
mirrors on two sides, bringing in the dress and what I assumed were
the other clothes. I hesitated, were they expecting me to change
there in front of them all.
I was still wearing my school clothes and mom came up and started to
undress me, taking off my jacket and starting on my tie. "Mom, I can
do this myself, please let me go somewhere and change, just give me
something to change into," I pleaded.
"Come on Tim, these are professional people and they are here to
help their customers dress and undress, just be quiet while we get
you ready," Mom instructed.
I don't seem able to win arguments with mom when she is in these
moods so I decided it was better just to get this over with rather
than argue.
It was still excruciatingly embarrassing as mom with the help of
Amelia and watched by the two girls removed all my clothes. "There
now lets put on these special panties, they will help you keep those
little boy bits all flat and smooth," said Amelia, as she held up a
white brocaded set of panties. They were quite brief but felt very
tight, much more so than the ones Cathy had loaned me.
"Now, here is the really special piece," she said holding up a cream
and white lace frilled and again brocaded garment with what looked
like ribbons dangling from it.
"What is it?" I gasped trying to move away, but hands were holding
me.
"Oh it's beautiful," said my mom, "It's the long line bustier I told
you about, it's a kind of corset or basque. It's what ladies wear to
give them a nice figure, it will be perfect."
The two girls took the garment from Amelia and held me while they
wrapped this awful thing round my body and started pulling it
together at the back. I then saw it had a bust area built in, so it
gave the appearance of having real boobs. They pulled it tight at the
back, then they threaded those ribbons through my panties. I started
to feel a little faint and held out my hand to steady myself.
"Oh, he is getting all dreamy in his lovely underwear," said one of
the girls, "come and sit down here while we put your stockings on."
I sat down, almost collapsed, and watched them as if this was
happening to someone else, as they picked up a pair of flower
patterned white stockings, pulled them up my legs and attached them
to the ribbons which had small tabs on the end.
"There now, almost done, all you have now is your peignoir," said
Amelia, holding out a longer garment looking as if it was made of
transparent material. "This is chiffon , is very sheer so as not to
hide your pretty underwear," so saying she placed this garment
round my shoulders and tied it loosely under my bust line. "Now have
a look at yourself, my young bride," she exclaimed.
I turned to mirror and gasped. The only time I had seen anything
like this was in the clothing catalogues mom had delivered and that I
secretly looked at. But now I was wearing it. Every time I moved the
loose front of the peignoir parted so you see all my legs right up to
top of my stockings and even my panties. I could see in the mirror
the reflection of the mirror in the opposite wall I looked even
more ridiculous from behind.
"Don't you just look adorable," said Amelia, "Can you sing us one of
your songs now?" she chortled. "Oh, yes," said mom, "come on Tim".
"No, I can't, my mouth is dry, I'm feeling faint and these clothes
are uncomfortable and so am, its crazy dressing me like this," I
moaned.
"Look Tim, I won't have this. Boy's playing female roles is a
theatrical tradition going back to Shakespeare's time they still do
it sometimes today to show what the real theatre was like, you should
be proud top be part of that tradition," mom said.
"But mom, this is such an embarrassing outfit, couldn't I just wear
the dress?"
"Oh, yes, the dress!" said mom, "quick, it's getting late, lets try
the dress on him to make sure it fits."
Then I was hauled back across the room and fitted into the dress.
"This is designed that it can be fitted on him quickly on stage so
there are Velcro fastenings down the back. Now let the girls take off
your peignoir and step into your dress dear."
I stepped in and the dress was drawn up and fastened firmly behind
me. I felt it clasp close and tight around my boob area, which now
with the addition of the dress material and its flounces felt even
bigger. The dress had a huge skirt and layers of petticoat like
material underneath. I recalled I would have to wear this for just
about the entire second act.
"That looks just so wonderful, honestly we have brides, who come in
here, who aren't half so beautiful," cooed Amelia, and then the girls
joined in with similar remarks. But as I have had to do before, I
tuned out and let it pass over me - I just wanted to get this whole
evening over with.
"Well thank you Amelia, it's time we got our young bride home again,
so let's get him changed again." So off it all came, the dress, the
corset thing, the stockings. Interestingly the girls let me take off
the panties and put my school clothes back on, I think by now they
were a bit sorry for me. One of them came up to me and said. "Good
luck with the show, young man, I think you are very brave to play a
role like that, but I really don't see why your costume has to be so
elaborate for a school production."
"You don't know my mom, she has her own ideas of how I should dress
up," I've had this for a while now, but I'm still not used to it.
Mom had settled up with Amelia and we left for the station and the
train home. As I sat I thought about what the girl had said, I would
have to stand in front of the whole audience dressed in that see
through sort of nightie wearing stockings and a corset and stand up
front, centre stage, and sing of my undying affection for a guy
called Nanki Poo and then put on a wedding dress. I shuddered and
tried to drive the image away.
"Are you all right dear, are you shivering?" said mom.
I didn't want to talk, I just said, "I'm OK."
I thought ahead, Cathy was leaving this weekend, I had my date'
with Jason at the opera on Saturday, Gosh what do you wear to go to
the English National Opera? I thought I have no decent clothes,
only my school uniform and I'm not wearing that if I asked mom she
would just say find something of Cathy's'.
At least I would see Aubrey for a while on Saturday and on Sunday
Janette, back from her honeymoon was calling in to pick up some of
her things and I needed to talk with her about mom, she was the only
one I could trust.
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To be continued
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