Message-ID: <656eli$9704281726@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG (complete): Kristen by Karen Elizabeth L. (2/7) Hi. I had seen a repost of this story and thought if it is reposted it should be reposted completely. To the author. Karen I'm sorry that you felt betrayed, but neverthelesss keep ongoinig with your stoires and share them with others. As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 2___Kristen____________________________by_Karen_Elizabeth_L._(KarenTV720)_ finished eating she returned to say that she had set my clothes out for me. "Thanks mom," I said, " I'll leave your nightgown on your bed." After a moments thought I asked, "What should I do with your underwear?" Mom just smiled at me,. "Oh I thought you might like to wear them a little while longer." She said. "They look so nice on you!" I went back to my room thinking mom had gone crazy. I wan't about to wear panties, and it didn't matter how nice they looked on me! When I saw what mom had set out for me to wear I went nuts! Lying there on my bed was a bra, a pair of white pantyhose, a half slip, and a very pretty dress which I'd never seen before! "Oh mom," I called sarcastically. "I seem to have a problem with my clothes!" Mom's grin as she came into my room told me she knew exactly why I called her! "Is something wrong honey?" She asked, the picture of innocence. "Wrong mom," I said, "what makes you think anything could be wrong?" I pointed to the clothes on my bed. "You don't really think I'd walk out of the house wearing those things do you?" I asked. Mom's smile faded and she became very serious. "I thought it would be fun!" She said. "I wouldn't have put them there if I hadn't expected you to wear them!" That clinched it! Mom had completely flipped! "I can't go out in those things mom." I said. Mom's expression never changed. "You promised, remember Mike," she said in a hurt tone of voice. " You said you'd go along for the weekend if I bought you that jacket. Have you changed your mind?" Here I was faced with going out in public in girl's clothes and mom waas actingas if she had a problem! I didn't know what else to do, I had to have that coat "All right, mom." I finally said. "But could you at least tell me what you have in mind?" Mom said she's explain things as I got dressed. I took off my nightgown and picked up the bra. "Strange," I thought to myself, "This isn't at all like the one I wore last night." Mom saw my puzzled expression. "It's yours," she said as if it was no big deal. "I thought it would be better if you wore one made for a girl your age!" She handed me the stockings after I got the bra fastened and adjusted. "As a matter a fact, these things are all yours." She told me. "You wouldn't look right wearing my clothes, these are more for a girl your age!" It turns out that mom had planned on taking me shopping as a girl as soon as I agreed to try dressing up! She went out and bought a few things for me to wear so I'd look like a thirteen year old girl! The stockings were of course a perfect fit as were the slip and dress. The dress was really, mom describerd it as a "floral print" in fall colors. I thought it was just some brown and orange flowers and stuff, guess I had a lot to learn! Mom showed me how to unzip it just enough to pull over my head. That way I could reach the zipper to pull it up the rest of the way by myself. Useful stuff for a guy to know, right? When I got the dress on and zipped it up I was surprised at how nice I looked in it! Although it really bugged me to admit it mom was right!, It was just right for a girl my age, very figure flattering I think they say! It ended several inches above my knee's, just like the girls wore at school. My padded bra gave me just the right sized chest, and the dress provided curves for my waist and hips. My slip was the perfect length, the lace at the bottom ended an inch or two before my dress did so I wouldn't worry about my slip showing! "I'm sure you tried hard mom ," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "But I don't see how I'm going to make anyone think I'm really a girl! One look will show them that I'm a boy." Mom reached down and handed me a pair of low heeled, brown suede shoes. As I stepped into them mom said, "Come with me, I'll show you how we're going to do it!" She led me back to her room and had me sit down at her dresser. I remembered what she had told me and smoothed the back of my skirt before I sat down. "Glad to see you remembered," mom said as I sat down. "Wouldn't want to have my dress stick up in the back!" I replied with a grin. Mom reached over and grabbed her makeup kit. "This is going to be fun!" She exclaimed as she began to apply a liquid to my face. Mom took her time with my makeup saying she wanted it to look just right. She said girls my age shouldn't wear much makeup, it made them look like "little tramps"! "No daughter of mine is going to look that way!" She vowed. "Uh mom," I interuppted, "you don't have a daughter, remember?" Mom stopped for a moment to admire her handiwork, "I do now!" she replied. "Me and my big mouth!" I thought. It took mom about twenty minutes or so to do my makeup. She happily explained what she was using and how as she worked. First she applied the liquid, ("Foundation" she called it, sort of like a base coat in painting!), next came powder, (to set the foundation and take away any shine.), just a little blush to bring out the color in my cheeks, brown eyeshadow to match the colors in my dress, then a coral lipstick ("subdued but pretty," she said) . She finally pronounced me done and let me look in the mirror. I looked very nice, a pretty dress, nice figure, cute face, but I still looked like a boy! "Nice try mom," I said, "But my hair won't stay the way you fixed it last night. Sorry." I started to get up but mom put her hand on my shoulder. "Sit down young lady," she said. "You're not done yet!" Mom picked up what appeared to be a long lock of hair (a "fall" she said.) and put it against my head. "Good thing we've got the same shade of hair " she said as she began to fasten it to my own hair. In just a few minutes she was done and then I got to see what I was to finally look like! Gone was the boy in the pretty dress and makeup. He had been replaced by a pretty girl with wavy, shoulder length hair and bangs! I was amazed, I really looked pretty! "Mom" I yelled scared out of my wits at what I saw., "Look what you've done! I look like a girl!" Mom didn't seem to be in the least upset over my appearance. Actually she was beaming with pride in her daughter! "Well," mom asked, "do we have a deal? Are you willing to go shopping as a girl now?" I couldn't back out now, mom had certainly made sure I wouldn't be recognized! "I''m going to hate myself," I said, "but I'll be your daughter today!" Mom smilled and picked up a gold necklace a pair of clip on earrings she had bought for her "daughter". I held the necklace in place as she fastened it around my neck. Next she clipped the earrings on me then sprayed me with musk cologne that girls at school were wearing. She handed me a girls purse with some makeup and cologne in it. "Don't forget your purse sweetheart," she said with a smile. "You might want to touch up your makeup in the Ladies room at the mall!" As we headed for the garage mom said, " I don't want you flirting with the boys while we're shoppping, young lady." I told her that boys were the farthest thing from my mind. Mom just chuckled, "I have a feeling they won't be feeing the same way about you though!" I hadn't thought about boys and I had no idea what I'd do if a boy approached me. Mom told that if a boy did start talking to me that I should relax and treat him the way I'd want a girl to treat me. I said I'd try but couldn't promise anything. It just seemed silly that any boy would be interested in me! As we were leaving mom said that she had decided to go to a mall further away than usual. She felt this would lessen any chance of someone knowing us. Also she said that it didn't seem right to call a pretty girl by a boy's name,. Therefore I would become her daughter "Kristen!" I thought Kristen was as good a name as any and mom made sure I got used to hearing it as we drove to the mall! Mom and I talked non-stop all the way to the mall. Actually, I did most of the talking. I was so excited that mom couldn't get a word in edgewise! I was constantly checking myself in the car's vanity mirror. I wanted to make sure my makeup and hair were perfect! I didn't care though, I had a stomach full of butterflies and need to be sure! "Sorry mom," I said nervously, "I just want to make sure I look like a girl." Mom patted me on the hand as she drove. "I understand Kristen," she said. "But you'll have to trust me. You're an average teenage girl! No one would ever believe you're really a boy!" I felt better hearing that from mom but still stole occasional glances at the mirror. We finally arrived at a mall about thirty minutes from where we lived. No one at school ever talked about this place so I thought we'd be safe. Still if mom had only parked closer to the entrance! I slid my legs to the side as mom had shown me and stepped out to greet he world as Kristen! I thought the sound of my heels was going to make everyone we passed stop and stare at me. I soon found out that mom was right, people never looked at me twice. Everyone we passed walked by as if there was nothing wrong! I began to relax and enjoy myself as we walked into the mall. Soon the butterflies were gone and mom and I were having a wonderful time! Our first stop of course was the department store to buy my jacket! I was thrilled to find an entire rack of jackets to choose from and couldn't wait to find my size. Mom stopped me and reminded me that it wouldn't be right for a girl to have such an interest in guy's jackets. I had to wait patiently while she picked one out in my size. I was heartbroken to have to wait until we got home to try it on. Mom suggested that we spend a little time and shop around. By then I was feeling pretty confident in the way I looked so I agreed. Little did I know that mom wanted to shop for clothes for Kristen! Mom made straight for the Junior dress department with me tagging along as fast as I could. "Where are we going now mom?" I asked. Mom never even looked back; she just kept walking towards the dresses. Once we reached mom's target she began to pull out dresses and ask my opinion of them. Most were really cute but I couldn't see the need for them. "Why bother mom," I asked quietly, "I don't need any more clothes!" This time mom acted as if I had lost my marbles. "You can never have too many pretty outfits Kristen," she replied calmly. Handing me a short sleeved pink dress she said, "Hold this while I look for some others. No point in only taking one dress to try on!" I was getting a little worried now. I had started this as a means to get a jacket and it looked as though I was going to end up with a new wardrobe! What was I supposed to do? I was standing in the middle of the girls dress department looking like a teenage girl. I couldn't very well say "Enough dresses mom, I'm a boy remember!" All I could do was to go along for the ride! Before too long I was standing in my slip preparing to try on six different outfits! I was pulling the pink dress down over my slip when the curtain opened. A saleswoman poked her head in and asked if I needed any help. I smiled sweetly and asked if she could zip me up. The woman helped me pull the dress the rest of the way down and then zipped it up for me. She smiled at me and told me how pretty I looked and asked if the dress was for a special occasion. I told her that mom had just decided to pick me up a few new dresses. As she left the woman said, "You're lucky, with your looks and figure, you'll look great in anything!" By now mom was wondering what had happened to me. She saw the saleswoman leaving and asked me if everything was okay. When I told her what had happened she laughed. "See" she said. "Didn't I tell you how pretty you looked!" Mom's remark barely helped calm my heart which was beating wildly, that saleswoman had scared me half to death! Yet I felt a sense of calm knowing that she had really thought that I was a girl! By the time we finished with the dresses I had tried on about twenty of them in all sorts of styles! I was having a great time picking out all sorts of different dresses, skirts, and tops! Soon mom just stood back and let me pick out the clothes I wanted to try on! There were so many different styles that I had a hard time deciding which ones to try! When I finished tring on outfitts and had changed into my own dress I saw mom at the cash register. I was now the proud (?) owner of three new dresses along with several skirts and tops! As we left the cash register area I asked mom why she had bought them. "I thought they were the prettiest of all that you tried on." was her matter of fact response! "But mom," I said panicky, "how do I explain them to dad?" Mom told me she'd keep my dresses in her closet. "You could wear them on special occasions," she advised me! I was really worried now. What possible "special occasions" would I want to wear a dress for? This had started out as a harmless game but mom was taking it far too seriously! I tried not to think of it ! I followed mom to our next stop. I soon found myself starting at a rack of lace trimmed panties on little hangers! "I can't wear these" I whispered to mom. "What if someone see them on me?" Mom confidently picked out several pairs and put them into our cart. "And since when do you show other people your underwear?" She asked. It was a good point. I wasn't in the habit of showing off my underwear to people. Also I'd only be wearing them with my "Special Occasion" outfits, right? Once again mom's strange logic won the argument for her! Mom also decided to pick up a few packs of regular panties -- for 'everyday wear ' she said! I was afraid to ask what she meant by that! Before we finished I had some of the prettiest panties a girl could want, two new half slips in pink and yellow, three new padded bras, and several pairs of stockings ! I hated to imagine what might happen if someone opened my underwear drawer and saw all of my lingerie! Mom gave me pointers on how to act more ladylike throughout the day. I learned how to walk, stand and sit like a girl! Mom seemed very happy with my progress, often complimenting me on my actions. After we finished with lingerie we went over to the sportswear department. Mom said that she decided I wouldn't look right wearing her long skirt for my class play. Soon I was trying on a pretty blue denim mini skirt just like the one Jim wore! Mom seemed as pleased as I was when I modeled the skirt for her. It was a little shorter than the dress I had been wearing so I had to pull up my slip a little bit. I picked out a cute, Peach colored, pullover top to wear with it and mom found me a pretty white blouse for the play! Mom told me that I had great looking legs and should wear mini skirts more often. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to manage that but she was right. I can honestly say that I looked great! By the time we left that store mom had spent almost two hundred dollars on girls' clothes for me. She told me not to worry, she'd find a way for me to make use of them! I hated to see mom spend so much money but she seemed so happy to be shopping with me. I was a little worried about getting in over my head but then I remembered how nice it felt to be dressed up and kept shopping! When we finished shopping mom suggested that we stop for lunch. That seemed like a great idea to me but I had a problem which needed taken care of. I had to use the bathroom and fast! While mom was checking out I asked the sales clerk where the rest room's were. She smiled and pointed behind me. "The Ladies room is back there miss!" "Miss?" Then it hit me! I was going to have to use the Ladies bathroom! Mom looked at me and grinned. "Go ahead Kristen," she said. "I'll wait here for you!" I was stuck! I couldn't wait any longer and dressed as I was I couldn't use the men's room! Accepting my fate I set off to the ladies room! I hesitated before entering but my bladder wouldn't wait. I gently eased the door open and entered the room. Several women were at a mirror doing their hair and makeup. Smiling as I passed I entered a stall and quickly locked the door behind me! I lifted my dress and slip, pulled down my stockings and panties and sat down. I had passed a major test in being Kristen! I had been accepted as a girl in a ladies rest room! It had been so easy that I couldn't understand why I had been afraid. Mom had done a terrific job of turning me into a girl! My need taken care of I pulled my panties and nylons up, adjusted my dress and left the stall. I decided to take mom's advice and began to touch up my makeup. Mom had told me to make sure I didn't over do it. I was she told me, still too young to use much makeup! I touched up my lipstick, brushed my hair, picked up my purse and left. Mom was waiting back at the checkout and smiled when she saw me. "Was everything okay sweetheart?" She asked. "Sure mom," I giggled. "Shouldn't it have been?" Mom took a playful whack at me. "I love you Kristen," she said. I put my arm around her waist and squeezed her. "I love you too mom!" I giggled. We went out to a small restaurant for lunch and then it was back to the mall! I never realized how much women liked to shop before. I had heard girls talk about it but never knew why they took so much time! Today I figured it out. There was just so much to choose from that no girl could possibly pick out an outfit in a short time! I was thrilled by all of the pretty styles and colors that I had to choose from! As Mike I had the option of a shirt and slacks -- period! As Kristen, I had many decisions to make for what I wore. If I decided on a skirt I had to decide on long, medium or short. Would I wear a dressy skirt or something more casual? If I wore a skirt I'd also need a top. Once again, dressy or casual! Did I even want to wear a skirt and top? Maybe I'd pick a dress to wear; then I wouldn't have to worry about what top to wear! Who knows I might even feel like wearing slacks, then I didn't need to worry about stockings! Life as a girl had so many options! Mom and I walked around the mall until she came to a shop that sold housewares. I wasn't interested so I told her I'd just sit out in front and wait for her. She asked if I was sure I'd be okay and I told her I'd be fine. I was so into being Kristen that I never considered why she might have asked! It didn't take long before I was spotted by a couple of teenage boys cruising the mall! Before I knew it they were sitting near me, laughing and acting silly! I realized that they were trying to attract my attention! These guys thought they had a cute girl in sight and were moving in for the kill! Within minutes the bravest of them approached me. "Hi," he said smiling at me. "Are you new around here?" I knew it was an ice breaking line but the guy seemed nice. "Hi," I said flashing him a smile. "I'm doing some shopping with my mom. We're not from around here." Before I knew it I was carrying on a conversation with this kid! He told me his name was Rick and that he was a sophomore at the local high school. He and his friends liked to hang around the mall on Saturdays for fun. I introduced myself as Kristen, told him I was in the eight grade and had never been here before. Rick talked to me until mom came out of the store. She strolled over to where my new friend and I were and said hello. "Hi mom," I said cheerfully. "This is Rick, he's a tenth grader at the local high school." Mom was very pleasant to Rick and he turned out to be very sweet and polite to her. When mom told me it was time to go Rick asked if he and I could go to the snack bar while she shopped. Mom smiled at me and said it was okay with her if I wanted to! Rick looked at me. "Come on Kristen," he said anxiously. "Let me treat you to a Coke, okay?" I was tired of running around with mom anyway and this guy was going to treat me to a cold drink. How could I say no? Mom said she'd meet us at the snack bar and off I went with my new friend! As I looked back at mom I could see her break into a wide grin! Her daughter had found a boyfriend! Rick was very nice. He told me how pretty I looked in my dress and said that he liked the way I did my hair! I couldn't believe how good he was making me feel! We spent nearly an hour sitting there sipping Cokes and munching pizza. I didn't care if I was a boy in a dress, I enjoyed the way he made me feel! We talked about school and hobbies. Luckily for me one of my favorite hobbies was roller skating. I don't know how Rick would have enjoyed talking about my playing second base for a boy's baseball team! Soon our time was up and mom returned. Rick asked if he could have my phone number but I told him mom didn't allow boys to call me yet! He seemed disappointed but recovered quickly enough to suggest we go roller skating on Sunday! Mom politely declined for me saying that I was still too young to date. Rick seemed bummed out by the news but smiled and said that he was still happy to have gotten to know me. I couldn't believe the effect I had on this guy. Here I was, pretending to be a girl and this kid wanted to date me! Mom told me that I should expect this sort of thing to happen. After all I did look pretty in my dress and nylons! "Nothing gets a boy worked up faster than seeing a pretty girl in a dress" Mom said with a wink! We called it a day and went back to the car. I was sort of sad to have to leave but mom said that we got what we came to buy. "That was true," I thought to myself. I got the jacket I wanted plus the beginnings of a gorgeous wardrobe. When we finally got bach home no helped me put my things away. She kept my dresses in her closet but told me to put my lingerie in with my regular clothes. "But what if Dad see's them?" I asked. Mom said not to worry, dad wass much too busy to go looking through my stuff. I spent the rest of the day as Kristen, looking at clothing catalogues with mom and admiring the pretty outfits. Mom told me that I'd have to forget about Kristen for a while since dad would be home tommorrow. Noting that I seemed sad she said that I could wear panties under my slacks if I wanted to, I hurried to take a bath pouring the scented bath oil into the tub! I sat back to remember a weekend I never would have thought possible! Just a few short days ago I had been shocked to see my best friend dressed as a girl. He had dressed in his own home and I thought he was crazy. Yet I had just spent an entire day shopping as Kristen! I wondered what I'd say to Jim on Monday and how I'd act when dad came home. All of this because I had wanted a leather jacket bad enough to let my mother turn me into a girl for a day! The next morning I got up and had breakfast as if nothing had happened. Dad was home by then and asked how everything went while he was gone. I told him that it had been a pretty quiet week but that I was glad he was home. Dad smiled at me, "Mom tells me you landed a part in your class play!" He said. "I'll bet you're happy about that!" I just stared at him. "Everyone got a part dad," I explained. "Some kids got better parts than others though!" Dad didn't appear to understand. "What kind of part did you get?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation alive. It seemed that mom hadn't filled him in on everything so I thought I might as well get it over with. I told him about how we would be doing our section on the western United States. I tried not to go into too much detail but dad wanted to know everything. Unfortunately everything included the dance section too! "I get to be one of the dancers." I sighed. "Mom promised to help me with my costume!" Dad just wouldn't leave well enough alone though. "What kind of costume do you need for western dancing" He asked. "A pair of jeans, a checkered shirt. Doesn't seem that hard to me!" Mom had been sitting there quietly, just looking at me with a stupid grin. I hoped she'd just keep quiet but my luck had run out! "Actually dear," she said smiling. "Mike needs a white blouse and a denim skirt. He'll be one of the girls!" Dad broke into laughter! "You have to wear a skirt?" Dad was laughing so hard tears were running down his cheeks! "I can hardly wait to see this play!" Dad seemed to find my situation hilariously funny. I'm not sure I appreciated his sense of humor though. After all I had to be the one wearing the skirt! When dad finished laughing he told me to do my best for the play. He said he was sure that mom would help all that she could. Mom was only to happy to volunteer that she was loaning me a denim skirt and white top. "Wait until you see how he looks," she said. "He'll be the cutest girl in the play!" "Why wait," asked dad. "Mike, go try on your costume. I want to see how you'll look!" The last thing I wanted to do was to model a skirt for my dad but he and mom insisted so I went to change. I got the skirt and top from mom's closet and went to change. Without thinking I took off my pajamas and put on the clothes. Feeling very silly I went back to show dad. "Not bad," dad said. "I'm sure mom will help fix you up for the play though!" Mom said that she'd make sure I looked good and told me to get changed. Relieved to have finally told dad I changed into a shirt and jeans. The rest of the day went without any problems. Dad never mentioned the play again and I hoped that with any luck he'd be out of town when it was put on. The next morning I was getting ready for school when just for the heck of it I decided to wear panties. I reached to the very back of my drawer and pulled out a pair of pink, 'Everyday' panties mom had bought me. As I pulled them on I couldn't help smiling! they felt so good and I thought it would be fun to have a little secret no one could guess! I pulled my pants and shirt on and went down for breakfast. Mom noticed the smile on my face and asked what was up. Dad was sitting there so I couldn't come out and tell her that I was wearing panties. I just told her that I felt in a good mood this morning and left it at that. I finished breakfast, said good-bye to her and dad and left for school. On the way to school Jim and I talked about the play. Jim was anxious for our music class, he thought it was fun learning to dance as a girl! When I agreed that it was getting to be fun Jim seemed relieved. I didn't want to talk about it anymore though, I wasn't sure how much I could really tell him. I forgot all about my underwear until I had to use the restroom at school. I was puzzled at first by the feel of my panties but quickly remembered what I was wearing. It seemed funny to me that I had more in common with the girls in my music class than just the play! I really enjoyed music class that day, we were getting more into the dancing and I was really getting good at it! Best of all the girls were really nice to Jim and me, we had gotten to be friends with several of the prettiest girls in class! I couldn't wait for chance to ask them out! That night I told mom and dad that maybe it wouldn't be too bad being in the play. At least I met some good looking girls. Dad asked if we were being teased by the other guys for our parts. I told him that instead of teasing us they were being even nicer! They wanted us to introduce them to some of the girls! Dad seemed relieved that I was taking it so well and kept saying that he couldn't wait to see the play! The weeks seemed to fly by and soon it was time to put on the play. We were told to meet that evening in costume so we could save time. That was okay with me, I didn't care for the idea of putting on my skirt in front of the other guys! That evening mom told me to take a bath and get ready. After I finished my bath I put on a robe and went back to my room to get dressed. Mom met me in the hall and said that she'd laid out my clothes for me. When I saw what was on my bed I almost died! Not only had mom set out my new skirt and top but she had also laid out a pair of my prettiest panties, a half slip and stockings! I stood there in shock for a moment until I heard mom behind me. "Hurry up Kristen," she said in a low voice. "I set out some things I thought you'd enjoy! I tried to tell her that I couldn't wear those things, afraid someone would notice. Mom refused to listen though. She kept saying that everything would be fine. She said that I'd need the stockings to look just right and that the slip would keep my skirt from sticking to me. The panties, she said with a laugh, were just to make me fell more relaxed! I couldn't imagine how I'd relax knowing that I was wearing panties and a slip but mom insisted. After she left I quickly locked my door and began dressing. The panties were a real pretty peach color with a lace panel in the front. I quickly slipped them on and pulled on my stockings took an extra moment to admire my legs in the mirror before pulling on my slip. I sort of wondered how mom had overlooked giving me a bra to wear but I was grateful for small miracles! I pulled on my skirt, tucked in my blouse and checked to make sure my slip didn't show. Satisfied that all was well I finished zipping up my skirt and buttoned it. Stepping into a pair of mom's black flats I took another look in the mirror. My hair made me look like a boy but I was sure mom would take care of that. Mom sat me in front of her dresser and after several minutes of brushing, teasing, and hair spray she let me see how I looked. I didn't look much like a boy anymore but was nowhere near as pretty as I looked as Kristen. I thought mom would make me wear her hairpiece again but she said it would attract too much attention. I was happy I wouldn't have to explain showing up with long wavy hair! Mom and I left the bedroom and went into the living room to show dad how I looked. He looked at me, smiled, and let out a whistle. I was slightly embarrassed at his definite approval but for some reason I liked it! Dad walked over to me and jokingly told me that I'd be a real heartbreaker and to watch out for the boys! "That's silly dad," I said laughing. "All the other guys know I had to do this. I doubt they'll be a problem!" Dad just smiled and said, "I don't know, you 're an awfully cute girl you know!" Before dad could continue teasing me mom insisted we had to leave for the play. I wished that I could thank dad for the compliments but thought that might cause some problems. Mom gave me one of her jackets and we headed for our car. Dad opened and held moms door for her then smiled and did the same for me. I knew he was just fooling around but I smiled and thanked him anyway. I tucked my skirt beneath me as I sat down then swung my legs into the car the way mom had taught me. Dad's looked at me strangely then gently closed my door! When we finally got to school Jim and his family were also arriving. Jim looked cute in his sisters skirt and top and he kept telling me how nice I looked. I suppose it was nice of Jim to compliment me but I was worried that it might lead to problems. I wanted to shove something into his mouth to shut him up but it was too late. Jim looked at my skirt and said that he thought I looked great in a mini- skirt! He asked where I had gotten my skirt since mom said she didn't have one. I told him that mom had found one in her closet and hoped he'd shut up but he was acting as if we were two girls discussing our outfits. Luckily for me dad didn't seem to be paying attention to what Jim was saying. Once inside Jim and I went to meet the other kids before we went on stage. A couple of guys whistled at us when we walked up and we put our hands on our hips and swung our butts. The guys laughed and whistled some more as we kept joking around. A couple of the girls that we had become friends with told us how nice we looked and it was then that I noticed that Jim and I looked just like the other girls. At least Mrs. Sloan would be happy!! Before I knew it we were going on stage for the play. I was doing my best to keep calm, hoping that it would all be over soon. The dance seen went very well, my partner turned out to be one of my friends which made me feel much better. When we had finished our routine the boys lined up on one side and the girls on another. Our teacher gave us the cue and the boys bowed while we girls curtsied. All I could think about was that I hoped my slip didn't show and that I was glad to be done. We left the stage and sat down to watch the rest of the play. Several minutes later I was horrified to glance down and notice that I had crossed my legs just like the other girls! I quickly uncrossed them and hoped no one had noticed. I guess mom's teaching me to act like a girl had really sunk in! Several of the girls were whispering to each other and glancing over at me. Finally one of them came over and asked if I'd do her a favor. Kathy was really cute and without a thought I agreed. Just my luck, I had agreed to accompany her on-stage to present our teacher with a bouquet of flowers! I couldn't back out, I had become friendly with Kathy during the last few weeks and didn't want to make her mad. She seemed happy that I agreed and told me that I'd hand Mrs. Sloan the flowers while she read a little speech. There was nothing for me to do but smile and promise to do my best. This play was causing me more problems all the time. I was glad it was over thinking that maybe now things would get back to normal! After the other classes finished their parts my friend Kathy and I went backstage to prepare for our presentation. As promised Kathy gave me the flowers and we walked on-stage as Mrs. Sloan was called up. Kathy read a little speech thanking Mrs. Sloan while I stood in the background trying to be invisible. In what seemed like a split second Kathy was motioning me to come forward with the flowers. I felt very silly cradling a bouquet of flowers in my arms and was only too happy to give them to Mrs. Sloan. She thanked Kathy and me and gave each of us a hug. When my turn came she put her arms around me and thanked me. "You look very pretty Mike," she whispered. "Thank you for doing this." I followed Kathy back to our seats and without thinking I tucked my skirt under as I sat down and folded my legs. Luckily for me only Jim noticed what I had done. Unluckily he made sure to bring it up to me later! As we were getting ready to leave Jim's mom suggested that we stop at a local fast food shop for a quick bite to eat. Assuming that we'd stop at home to change first I quickly agreed, I never passed up a chance for a burger and fries! I left mom and dad to settle things with Jim's mom and quickly hopped into -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /