Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2012 00:46:29 +1000
From: andrew crook <accrook@bigpond.com>
Subject: How I became a Little girl Chp 3. -  TG Young friends

How I Became Girlie. Pt 3
By Ms. Stephanie Smith.


WARNING TO UNDER AGED READERS. Under aged people should not read this
story? So if you ARE underage, please stop reading this NOW and go outside
and play in the yard.


In all my 12 years on this earth, I had never been so scared. Aunty Ann had
caught Wendy and I out in the back yard with me dressed in a shirt skirt
and heels and had rung my mother telling her that she needed to explain
something that had happened today.

I sat in the TV room and waited in trepidation for when my mum turned to
discover that her youngest son was wearing women's clothes. Heaven only
knows what would happen when my father found out about it. He may have been
divorced but we had to visit him every Sunday and to put it plainly I was
scared stiff of him. It wasn't that he ever hit me, it was simply that he
used to bully every one who was weaker than him and a 12 year old son was
another pushover in the bully stakes.

It was turning to dusk and Aunty Ann came back in and handed me some dinner
asking if I was OK and did I want a drink with my dinner. I sadly looked up
at her and told her no thanks and that I wasn't thirsty. My mouth was so
dry I couldn't even swallow something to drink anyway. Before Aunty Ann
closed the TV room door she let me know that it was almost 6 o'clock.  I
picked at the food on the plate, and was starting to force myself to eat,
when I heard the dreaded knocking at the front door. I heard my Mothers
voice greet Aunty Ann and I heard the two of them pass the closed door on
the way out to the dinning room.

I knew that shortly my mother would come through that door and that I was
looking at not only a strapping but a hell of a lot of humiliation and
shame and would ne expressly ordered never to see Wendy ever again. The
waiting only made it worse and I was working myself into a complete state
of nerves and was starting to feel sick in the tummy. I turned the TV back
on and heard the start of a program that started at 7pm, when I head the
door being opened and I felt the bile rise in my throat.

Mum came in with Aunty Ann and Wendy and they say themselves on the other
chairs. Mum was looking directly at me and I was trying to avoid her gaze
thinking that if I didn't look at her, perhaps it mightn't be so bad.

Mum let the silence last for about 30 seconds and then spoke to me by name.

"Steven, I have to tell you that I'm embarrassed and ashamed that you've
been wearing girls clothing. I've had a long talk to Wendy and asked her to
listen in to what I have to say to you now. Surely you must realise that
it's wrong that your wearing girls clothing don't you?" I was too
frightened to say anything, which may or may not have been a
mistake. "STEVEN, I'M TALKING TO YOU. YOU DO REALISE THAT IT'S WRONG FOR
YOU TO WEAR GIRLS CLOTHING DON'T YOU SON." I nodded my head in agreement
but was still too scared to look at her. "And you must know that Aunty Ann
is even more embarrassed then I am, because she feels that it must have
been her fault in some way that you're wearing girls clothing." I was still
to afraid to look at my mother and simply nodded my head and started to
sniffle.

"Steven, hold your head up and look at me when I'm talking to you" mum
spoke in a not too unfriendly voice, and I finally gathered up the courage
to look at her directly. "YOU KNOW THAT WHAT YOU'VE DONE IS WRONG DON'T
YOU?" I simply don't know where I found the courage to speak, but I started
to speak with a trembling voice and told mum that it was only fun dress up
play and that I wasn't hurting anyone. And then I asked the question that
frightened me so much.

"Mum, are you going to tell Patrick and dad that I've been wearing girl's
clothes? Isn't there someway that they don't have to find out? Patrick will
tease me to death and I simply couldn't look dad in the eyes. He'll
probably give me a flogging when he finds out." I was a nervous wreck by
now and was stuttering and sniffling and must have looked wretched, because
the look on my mums face was showing me nothing but concern.

"Steven, you HAVE to know that I'd never let your dad hit you honey. What
sort of mother would I be? But I want you to truthfully answer some
questions son and remember that honesty is always best and right, OK." I
sniffled a reply of OK and turned to look at my Aunty and Wendy, who was
sitting very timidly and ashamed as she returned my gaze.

"Steven, how long have you been wearing mummy's underwear? And DON'T tell
me that you haven't, because the clothing in the drawers is never the same
as I leave them, so SOMEONE has to be touching my underwear." I muttered
that I'd been doing it for a couple of years now and I heard my mother say
to Aunty Ann, that at least now she had the story straight and that she
probably owed Patrick a silent apology, because she thought that he'd been
in her underwear drawer, because he WAS at that age.

"And Steven, why do you wear mummy's underwear" she asked me in a kind tone
of voice. "Mummy needs to know sweetheart. It's all over now and you can't
hide the fact that you've been wearing my clothes because you've said that
it was you."

"I really don't know why I wear them" I replied. "I saw some in the wash
one day and simply put them on and walked around for a while in them."

"Go on, and then what did you do" encouraged mum.

"I put them back in the wash basket" I replied.

"But I KNOW that you go to my underwear drawer, because the clothes in it
are always out of place or wrongly folded" mum retorted to me. "You're not
going to tell me that it was someone else doing that, are you?"

"No of course I'm not mum. I'm admitting that I sometimes take out your
panties and wear them around during the day." I replied in an obvious one
of voice.

"Steven thank you for being honest about it, finally. But you still haven't
answered my completely honestly have you. SON . . . Mummy NEEDS to know WHY
you wear her underwear. You've told me so much, but it's important for me
to know WHY you do it?" I was pretty close to breaking at this stage and
mum was a tough interrogator, and I finally cracked and I sobbingly told
her the truth.

"I simply like how they feel on me mum and I like the look of them, the
feel of them and I like wearing them around. I wasn't hurting anyone, I
can't rally tell you why I wear them, I just simply like to and they make
me feel good" I finally relented.

"Steven" mum finally said. "I can't begin to say that I can understand how
you feel, because I can't. But I'm not judging you and in some ways I think
I'm beginning to understand how you feel son. I've seen how scared you are
most Sundays before you head off to see your father. . . .I'm not
completely blind you know. But I can't stop your father from wanting to see
you each week, much as I like to." At this stage she then turned and spoke
to Wendy. "Wendy I apologize for speaking harshly to you earlier on. I KNEW
all along that you'd never want to hurt Steven, but for a while I thought
you were all to blame. The fact is that Steven seems to be somewhat
emotionally distraught and I've failed to see it. The first thing I'm going
to do is tell his father that Steven needs a break from visiting him for a
couple of weeks, which will allow me to look further into the problem. I
hope you can accept my apology Wendy."

Her words might have made sense, but I was panicking and I screamed out
that I didn't want my father to find out about this, to which mum told me
that in no way was my father going to find out about this and neither was
my brother.

I always knew that when my mother decreed something, that that was how it
was going to be and I finally started to visibly relax. She then started to
talk to Aunty Ann and wanted to know if what had happened today could be
kept quiet and asked if the rest of her family needed to be told or could
it be kept a secret between the four of us. Aunty Ann said to leave it with
her and she'd make sure that no one would ever hear about it. She even said
that Uncle George (her husband) didn't need to know and she'd tell him that
I'd had a bit of an accident, but that it was all good now.

"I've got to be honest with you Ann"mum said. "When I first saw Steven
tonight I was absolutely stunned at how pretty and feminine he looked. In
fact he looks gorgeous," mum smilingly said. "I actually wish he was a
girl. You should both know that I've always wanted a daughter. And Wendy, I
need you to tell me about some of your make up tips for when I go out" and
even I was starting to smile a bit as mum relieved the tension in the
room. "But Wendy my gal, I think that young ladies as young as Stephanie
here shouldn't be wearing high heels and stockings, REALLY."

"I suppose you're right Mrs. Smith" Wendy replied. "I just got a bit
carried away with our dress up game. Sorry it won't happen again, I
promise."

"Yes about that" mum's tone of voice turned serious. "It's seems obvious to
me that Steven's problem must have been going on for several years now and
I can also see that he feels safe when he's here with you Ann and I'd like
for that to continue if you would mind. It's as plain as day that you
didn't know either what was going on because I know you well enough to know
that you would have told me about this situation earlier if you'd been
aware of it."

"In some ways, perhaps I'm to blame for this entire situation" mum said
frankly.  "I can't blame Steven for being scared of his father, because
both you and I know Ann that he's simply a bully and likes to feel manly by
humiliating people weaker than himself."

"And I can't blame you either Wend, because I can truly understand how
losing a baby sister when you were so young and being along among 3 older
brothers meant that I can now understand how you could relate to Steven's
problems and I'm glad that you've always looked after him as you have
done. In fact as long as your mother agrees and until I have someone talk
to Steven, I won't object to your dress up games continuing on 2
conditions. The 1st is that STEPHANIE here doesn't cause you any trouble
and that you don't teach her any bad habits," mum stated. "The 2nd
condition is that you always tell your mum what you're doing, so that she's
aware of it and approves."

"But NOW I think it's time for us to be getting on home young lady" mum
said looking directly at me. "Wend" mum asked "can you get him cleaned up
and back into his normal clothes while Ann and I have a cup of tea,
please."

Wendy took my hand and led me back into her bedroom. "Whew, I'm glad THAT'S
over" Wendy quietly said to me. "Your mum's really been cool about the
whole thing. I suppose my mum will have a long talk to me about everything
later on tonight, but it's all going to blow over eventually. And thanks
for not saying anything about what we did with my biology class homework
when I was younger, either Steph..." Wendy said. "And you heard your
mum. We can still play dress ups sometimes. Now let's get this make up off
you."


Author's note:

The above story really did happen, and I can tell you all for a fact that,
at the time, I was scared stiff at what was going to happen to me. In fact
(to use an American saying) I was so scared I thought I'd toss my cookies!
We did occasionally (but less often) still play dress ups and as I hit
puberty, not many things changed in how I behaved, except for one incident
that I'll relate in the next chapter. But the next chapter has to be in the
TEENS category I think, unless the site manager decides to leave it in
Young Friends. Bye for now.  Stephanie O & X's