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The Reluctant Performerby: Kelly Davidson December 2000
Mrs. Applegate walked into the office to gather some papers. So many things to do before tonights play, she didnt know how anyone could keep track of it all. The old lady was only too glad that she was just a volunteer and not the director of this potential madhouse. And thats where she found Caroline Jones, sitting at her desk with a worried look on her face.
"Hi Carol, why the long face?" she asked cheerfully. The director was always a little down before a show.
"Bad news, Im afraid. Jenny Roberts broke her leg today playing basketball. It means she wont be able to do tonights performance, or any others for that matter. I need four girls at the beginning of the play and now I only have three."
"Dont you have anyone who can take her place?" Mrs. Applegate asked hopefully. The director always had a backup plan.
Carol sighed. "Yes, oneLisa Williams. Only she isnt one of my most reliable backups. I already called and asked her to come in. She kind of whined about the short-notice, saying it would mess up her date tonight. I dont think she will show."
"I dont know a Lisa Williams, does she attend school here?"
"No. She attends South High. Like I said, Lisa isnt very reliable. Shes already missed half the practices this month. I was half-expecting her to drop out of the program before too long. Since shes found out about boys, her acting career has taken a back seat."
"I see. How about someone else then? One of your support people maybe?"
The director shook her head. "Theyre already at the hospital setting up. Theres no way I can get one of the girls back here in time to be fitted for the play."
Well," Mrs. Applegate said as she patted the director on the shoulder. "Im sure things will work out okay."
"I hope so," Carol responded. If Lisa doesnt show up well have to start the play with only three girls. It wont be a total disaster I guess. Still, this is opening night and I really wanted everything to go off without a hitch."
"Trust me Carol, everyone there will love your play. And Im sure Lisa will make it here on time."
"I hope youre right. I just wish I had a backup for my backup.
It would sure make me feel better," Mrs. Jones sighed nervously.
Jeff watched as the last girl hurried away. The excitement had been building up inside his gut since he had staked out the place almost a half-hour ago. Checking to make sure no one was watching, he ducked into the girls costume room and made sure it was empty.
Yes, everyone was gonehis moment had come. For months the teenager had waited for this opportunityever since he had joined the after-school production program Mrs. Jones ran at Jefferson Central High School. She had assigned him to work the stage lights but there were more stagehands then the play needed. To compensate for this problem, Jeff switched off with another student every other play. The 15-year-old didnt know anyone in the program really well. He was a loner to start with and to complicate matters, he attended South High School. Jeff found out the first week in the program that South High students werent very popular at Jefferson Central. Because of this everyone left him alone.
"This is it!" Jeff told himself as he stood staring at a rack filled with over a hundred pretty dresses. One of the outfits in particular interested him. He had seen it weeks earlier while helping Mrs. Jones change a couple of lights in the room. It was a frilly, pink party dress with white lace trimming around bodice, collar, and hem of the dress. The sleeves were lacy and puffed out, adding a very feminine touch to the outfit. A wide, white ribbon circled the waist and ended in a giant bow in the back. It was a dress Jeff had dreamed of wearing all his life and the best part about it was, it had been made to fit a 15-year old like himself.
He pulled the dress out and walked over to another rack containing various types of petticoats. He decided on a white, lacy petticoat that was five layers thick and guaranteed to make the short skirt flare out the way he desired it to. He picked a long, strawberry blonde wig off another tableit would go perfectly with the outfit he was putting together.
Gathering up everything, Jeff stepped into a changing booth and began the procedure. He removed his shirt and pants, revealing the white, lacy bra and a pair of pink, nylon panties he had lifted from his uncles girlfriend. Fortunately, she was too drunk most of the time to realize they were missing. He knew this outfit didnt require him to wear a bra. It was, after all, something a 9-year old would wear, not someone in their teens. But Jeff wanted to get the full effect of being dressed like a girl. He stuffed some socks into the bra and went to work.
The petticoat was first. Jeff slipped it over his head and instantly was lost in a sea of white crinoline and lace. He pulled the petticoat down over him and felt the cool sensation of it caressing every nerve ending on his body. A small shiver of excitement went up his spine. The petticoat flared out like it was supposed to and Jeff ran his hands over the smooth, silky material. It felt so wonderful against his skin.
The dress came next. Carefully, he lifted it over his head and thrust his arms into the lacy, puffed sleeves. The feeling it gave him doing this was magnificent. Lifting his hands high in the air, the dress fell down over his body like it was made for him. The hard part was zipping it up the in back, something foreign to the teenager. Finally he got it zipped up, thus sealing him into the dream outfit.
The wig came next. He placed it on his head and used a small mirror to make sure it was on straight. He loved the way the hair felt as it caressed the back of his neck and his smooth, bare shoulders.
Jeff stepped out of the changing room and over to the makeup table. He stopped long enough to slip on a pair of white, lace ankle socks and a pair of black, patent leather shoes. Then he sat down the makeup table and started working on his face.
"Damn it!" Carol swore softly as she placed the phone down. Lisa Williams had just called to say her car had broken down and she couldnt make it in. The director knew it was a lie. Lisas boyfriend had probably talked her into calling so she wouldnt have to break her date with him. Why did teenagers have to be so selfish at times?
"Well, no use crying over spilled milk," she told herself. "The show must go on, with or without 4 girls."
Jeff put the finishing touches on his makeup. The reflection in the mirror showed a pretty, little girl smiling back at him. He couldnt resist posing in a feminine fashion for the mirror. He had never been so happy before. Close by was a small bottle of perfume left behind by one of the other girls. Jeff picked it up and sprayed some on his neck. It smelled wonderful!
The 15-year-old sashayed his way over to a full-length mirror to get a good look at his work. The results were better then he hoped for. Dressed the way he was, Jeff looked every bit the part of a 9-year old little girl, except for the slight bumps in the front where his chest stuck out. The lacy petticoat just barely peeked out from underneath his feminine skirt adding to the little girl effect. Jeff was in seventh heaven; so much so that he never heard the sound of someone approaching until it was too late.
"Oh my - what are you doing here?" the boy heard someone ask excitably. There in the doorway was a 60ish woman wearing a blue and white flowered dress. Jeff stood there in panic and confusion not knowing what to say.
"I...I...um...well, you see," he sputtered out in a low, feminine tone to disguise his voice. "I was getting...ready."
Mrs. Applegate smiled brightly as if she recognized him. "You must be the replacement Mrs. Jones was telling me about." Jeff didnt know what to say so he shook his head with some relief. At least he hadnt been read in this getup. This was a pretty good disguise he was wearing.
"Well, we better get going, Lisa," Mrs. Applegate said, her smile now turning to a slight worry. "Its getting late and the buses will be here any minute. Come along now." The old lady grabbed Jeffs hand and started pulling him out into the hallway.
"Going?" Jeff thought in consternation. His disguise had worked too well; she had mistaken him for one of the female performers.
"Wait!" Jeff/Lisa protested while trying to think of a way out of all this. Mrs. Applegate stopped pulling for a moment. "Im...not ready yet."
"Oh my, youre right," Mrs. Applegate responded. She pulled the captive boy over the accessory table. "Youre supposed to be a little girl. Dont worry, Ive raised three girls of my own and know what to do. Lets see...aww, here we go." To Jeffs horror she thrust a baby doll into his hands.
"There, that will work! Shes even wearing a party dress similar to the one you have on." But Jeffs clueless captor wasnt done yet. "You better take this too," she added while slipping a small pink purse onto his shoulder.
"There, now you look like the perfect little girl. Now come along dear, come along. We dont want to keep everyone waiting."
Tiny balls of sweat appeared on Jeffs forehead as Mrs. Applegate practically dragged him out into the hallway. "Better make sure everything is secured," she said while closing the door and locking it. Now even if Jeff wanted to get back inside he couldnt. Fortunately he had hidden his clothes where they wouldnt be spotted.
"Where...where are we going?" Jeff asked nervously. He looked for a way to escape but the old lady held his hand quite firmly as she lead him down the hallway. A couple of female students gave him a quick smile as they went pass but didnt seem to notice he wasnt what he appeared to be.
"Outside with all the other girls," she explained. "Oh, its such a good thing the buses are running late; I may have missed you."
"Outside with the other girls? Bus? Oh shit, this doesnt sound good to me," Jeff thought. "I have to get out of here before something else happens."
The older woman continued pulling him forward while rambling on. "Mrs. Jones was worried you wouldnt make it. But now that youre here she can stop worrying." Mrs. Applegate stopped walking and gently, but firmly pushed the dressed up boy out the front door. The teenager stared out at the spectacle before him. The parking lot was like a gigantic Halloween party. There were students wearing costumes standing all over the place talking and laughing with each other. Some were dressed up as lions, tigers, and bears for the circus act. Others were dressed as young girls up to middle-aged women.
The play was something Mrs. Jones had written herself. It was a story about the lives of four women who had been friends since they were little girls. It was a musical play, with lots of singing and dancing animals. Jeff actually enjoyed watching the play during rehearsals. However, he had no intentions of being there when the curtain rose tonight. The young boy looked around for an easy escape route and didnt see one.
On both sides of him were a line of parents who had come to support their kids and wish them luck. Behind him was Mrs. Applegate, who was now helping a band member with her uniform. In front of him was a crowd of students waiting for the bus; definitely not the way he wanted to go. So Jeff decided to try his luck by walking through a small opening between a couple of talking parents. Checking to make sure Mrs. Applegate wasnt watching, he slowly moved in that direction. But just when he thought he was going to get past, one of the parents stopped him.
"Excuse me sweetheart, is everything all right?" Jeff looked up at the tall, blonde-haired woman whose eyes held a trace of concern.
"I was just going to get a drink of water before we left," he replied softly.
The middle age woman, a mother to some lucky student in the crowd, smiled warmly at him. "Nervous, uh? I can tell. Dont worry about it - youll do fine. My daughter is playing a little girl too. Jane honey, come over here please."
"Oh no, not Jane Harper!" a panicked Jeff thought.
"Yea mom," someone replied from the crowd. Jeff saw the teenaged girl walking up to them dressed in an outfit similar to the one he had on, except her dress was dark royal blue. Circling the waist was a darker blue ribbon that also ended in a big, feminine bow in back. A thick, lacy petticoat held her short skirt outward the same as his and in her hair were two ponytails tied with blue ribbons. It was obvious Mrs. Harper had spent some time getting her daughter made up this way.
"You girls," Janes mother gleamed. "You both look so cute! I wish I could dress you up like this all the time."
"MOM!" the teenager hollered. It was apparent Jane wasnt too happy about being dressed up this way or all the attention her mother was giving her.
"Okay, Im sorry honey," her mother apologized. "I just want to get few pictures of you four girls together."
Oh shit...not pictures, Jeff shouted to himself. "Not dressed like this! Ive got to get out of here!"
"Ohall right Mom," the teenager reluctantly agreed. She grabbed Jeffs hand and pulled him toward two other female teenagers made up to look like little girls. They were standing close together talking to each other about something - mostly likely boys, Jeff figured.
"Dont you hate having to wear dresses like these?" Jane asked while lifting out her skirt slightly. "I swear, my mother went spastic getting me ready for tonight. Like I really was nine years old again. By the way, who are you? Mrs. Applegate said we were going to have a replacement for Jenny but I dont recall seeing you at any of the rehearsals."
Jeff became alarmed as she led him deeper into the swarm of students. He wanted to get away from the crowd, not be a part of it. "Im...Lisa," he responded so softly that Jane almost didnt hear him. They stopped next to the other two girls who had been watching them the entire way.
"Lisa, meet Sherry and Anne. Girls, this is Lisa." Both girls were also dressed in lacy party dresses. Sherrys dress was pale yellow, a good color on her, and covered with white lace. She was wearing a pair of lace gloves that rose up to her elbows where the sleeve of the dress began. Her dark hair caressed the sides and back of her shoulders and her smile could have made any boys heart melt.
Anne was dressed in a white communion dress, generously lavished with lace. A veil hung on top of her golden hair making the young girl seem more striking to Jeff. She was the main character in the play. In their scene, the four girls were supposed to have just gotten back from Annes first communion and were talking about the future from a little girls perspective. From there the play went on to show how each character changed as they got older. Overall, Jeff thought it was a rather good play.
Both girls greeted the disguised boy with warm smiles and soft handshakes. "I love your dress Lisa," Sherry commented in a tone that sounded truthful. "Its very pretty on you." The other girls laughed at her.
"God, I cant believe you said that Sherry," Jane told her. "I for one cant wait to get out of this little Miss princesses outfit and into my short skirts and pantyhose again."
"You dont think this dress is short enough?" asked Sherry as she held out her short skirt a little that reveled parts of her silky petticoat underneath. The three girls giggled while Jeff stood there like a trapped animal.
"Listen girls, my mother wants to take a few pictures of us together. Do you mind?" None of the girls did and Jeff was too afraid to say no. Reluctantly, he followed them back over to Janes mother.
"Okay girls, I want you to stand next to each other. Lisawhy dont you stand in the middle next to Anne. Sherry, Jane honey - I want you to stand on the ends. Yes, great! Lisa, hold up your doll more. Perfect! Okay, smile real big! Remember, youre little girls and like having your picture taken."
Suddenly, dozens of flashbulbs started going off in the crowd as parents scrambled not to miss this photo opportunity. One of them, Jeff noticed, happened to be a reporter from the local newspaper. He prayed his picture didnt show up in the paper tomorrow. Then he noticed a couple of parents had their video cameras pointed right at them. Oh God, this was getting out of control.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief when it was finally over.
Then Sherry stepped in front of him and pointed at the doll.
"Nice doll Lisa. Does it belong to you?"
"Its from the costume room. Mrs. Applegate made me bring it because she thought it made me look more like a little girl."
"Mrs. Applegate is kind of a fruitcake but she means well," Sherry explained. "My mother is friends with her and she has some strange ideas on how a girl should act." Jeff interrupted her.
"Ill...I need to do something. Ill be back in a minute," he told her. At the same time there was a loud cheer as two buses pulled up in front of the school. Everyone turned to Mrs. Jones who was yelling at the crowd to be quiet so she could talk.
"Okay people, I want all the boys to get on bus 19 with me. All the girls I want on bus 23 with Mrs. Applegate. Lets move it everyone, we dont have much time."
Jeff felt a surge of forward moment as he got caught up in the current of students trying to get on the bus. He managed to step sideways to get out of the forward push temporarily.
"Its time for me to get out of here!" he said to himself. Jeff turned to head back inside the building when he ran straight into Mrs. Applegate who was moving everyone in the opposite direction.
"Lisa, where do you think youre going? We have to get on the bus now."
"II have to use the bathroom," Jeff stuttered.
"You dont have time honey - we cant hold everyone up! You can go when we get there," she told him sweetly. "Now come along dear, come along." She gently turned him around and pushed the reluctant boy in the direction of the bus where the girls were loading.
"Go along girls, go along." she continued to say to no one in particular. Everyone get on the bus and take a seat." She continued to keep her hand firmly on Jeffs back, pushing him slightly forward.
Jeff started to panic. It was one thing to be outside dressed in this frilly outfit. But if he got on that bus it would easily be a ten-mile walk back to the school. Not to mention his other problem, finding a way to get into the locked room where his clothes were. His little plan was starting to become a nightmare.
The bus got closer with every step he took in his brand-new Mary Janes; soon it would his turn to get on board. What could he do to stop that from happening? He looked around for an escape route but there wasnt any. If he made a scene it would only draw-unwanted attention to him and then everyone would find out he was a boy dressed as a girl. God, what would his uncle and his girlfriend do to him if they found out?
But if he didnt protest he could soon find himself on stage playing the part of a little girl in front of who knows how many people. He definitely didnt want that to happen. Another step, another foot closer to the door. Mrs. Applegate inched the girls along with words of encouragement. Finally it was his turn to board the bus. He balked but only for a moment
"Come on Lisa, your turn now. Dont be shy." Mrs. Applegate gave the mixed-up teenager a small nudge of encouragement on the back of his skirt. The petticoat felt like a soft pillow pushing against his body. Clueless as to what else to do, Jeff put one foot on the first step.
"There, good girl," Mrs. Applegate continued with words of encouragement. "Get up there. Good girl! Youre doing fine."
Jeff slowly climbed the steps of the bus and stared at all the girls sitting in their seats. A few of them looked at him but none of them indicated they saw anything strange about him. That didnt relieve his fears however. "What happens if they find who I really am? How am I going to get out of this?" he wondered.
"Here, take this seat next to Jane," the older lady ordered. The girl dressed in the blue party dress smiled brightly as he sat down next to her. "Okay girls, I want you all to remain seated until we get there. And please, keep the chatter down so you wont distract the bus driver." She gave the driver a nod and the bus roared to life and pulled out of the school parking lot. Jeff watched the school fade into the distance. He began to panic big time.
"Nice perfume you have on," Jane commented.
"Um, thanks," he was somehow able to mutter.
"Sorry about my mom, she was acting like a total airhead tonight.
Something about me being her little girl and all tonight. Normally shes pretty level headed." Jeff nodded, not know what to say. "Is your mother here tonight Lisa?" Jeff felt a pain from deep inside grow.
"My parents were killed in a car accident five years ago," he responded bitterly. Why did they have to die leaving him alone with such an uncaring uncle?
Jane gave him a sad, sympathetic look. "Im sorry Lisa. I didnt mean to upset you. Ive been pretty stupid, talking about my mother and all the way I have."
"Its okay Jane, you didnt know," he whispered softly. "My Uncle doesnt care about me. I had to ride my bike to school and after we get backIll have to ride it home in the dark. Youre lucky to have a mother who cares enough about you to pick you up and be interested in what you do."
Jane sat there for a few minutes in silence reflecting on what he had said. "Look, since youre new, do you have any questions about your part in the play?" Actually Jeff didnt. He knew all the lines from watching them practice at the rehearsals.
"You dont talk much, do you?"
"I guess...Im just a little shy is all...and scared too."
Jane wrapped her arm around him. "Dont be, Lisa. Theres nothing to be afraid of. If you screw up on stage no one will even notice." But Jeff knew that wasnt true. If he screwed up everyone would know he was a boy dressed like a girl. He had to get away before that happenedeven if it meant walking back to school dressed like this.
"Thanks...Jane," he stuttered out. Jeff noticed as the bus slowed down and pulled into a parking lot. The driver stopped and pulled open the door.
"Okay girls, were here," Mrs. Applegate announced cheerfully. "Everyone off the bus." A line quickly formed in the middle as everyone rushed to get outside. Jeff waited, hoping he could get off last and then sneak away. But he forgot about Jane sitting next to him. When the last person walked past she gave him a slight nudge.
"Come on Lisa, lets go," she told him. Reluctantly Jeff stood up and shuffled out of the bus. To his surprise, Mrs. Applegate was standing by the bus door waiting on them.
"All right girls, lets hurry," she told everyone. "You only have about 10 minutes before the show starts." She pushed the two little girls into a crowd of boys who were unloading off the other bus. Jeff felt trapped as he was swept inside with the crowd of teenage boys who seemed to be eyeing him with great interest. In the hallway of the Hospital stood some nurses and a few doctors, all of them smiling at the students who were there to perform for the young patients. It certainly was the right place to be; Jeff felt like he was going to faint any minute from the panic racing throughout his body. Mrs. Jones spoke to them from somewhere in front.
"All right everyone. I want you to follow me to the cafeteria. Remember this is a hospital so keep your voices down. Now lets move boys and girls." The crowd started up again only this time Jeff stepped over to the side and was able to let them go by.
"Once they go past me I can sneak out the back," he thought. But Mrs. Applegate, who was bringing up the rear, spotted him.
"You again Lisa?" she asked jollity. "Im beginning to think youre trying to get away from me."
The teenager thought fast. "I still need to use the bathroom.
Remember, you said I could use it when we got here."
"Oh, so I did. Here, use that one over there." To his horror, the woman ushered him over to the ladies room without a second thought. Jeff hesitated for a moment; he couldnt go in there.
"Well, go on Lisa...you act like youre afraid or something."
"I need to go with the rest of the class. The cafeteria is down the hallway and to the right. Just follow the signs and dont take too long, youre first on stage. Now go on." She opened up the restroom door and gave him an encouraging push inside.
Jeff had never been inside a ladies room before. Instead of the usual urinals he was used to seeing there was a row of stalls instead. On the other side of the toilets were some sinks as well as a couch and full-length mirror so the women could give themselves a once over before leaving. There were two nurses standing by a sink primping their hair and talking to each other. One of them had long, dark hair that was tied up in a ponytail. The other had short, blonde hair that was stylishly cut. Both ladies looked to be in their thirties and were wearing nurses uniformsthat is, cloth pants and a bright top. The nurses flashed him a smile and said "Hi". Jeff replied in a similar, but nervous fashion.
"You must be in the play tonight," the dark haired nurse stated in a deep southern voice. Jeff nodded and looked at her in terror. "Shes a shy thing, isnt she Linda?" The other nurse shook head in agreement. Jeff didnt say anything so she continued.
"By the way, I love that dress youre wearing. Its so adorable." Jeff blushed at the compliment and got more nervous as the two nurses continued to stare at him as if something was wrong. "Can we help you with something sugar, you seem lost."
"I...I came in here to wash my hands. Theyre kind of dirty from the bus ride."
"Well, you go right ahead darling." The nurse stepped aside so Jeff could get to a sink. He laid the doll on a counter nearby and started washing his hands. "As soon as Im done Ill make a break for it," he told himself.
He washed and dried his hands while the nurses continued talking about a patient they were dealing with. When he turned to leave they told him goodbye and wished him luck with the play. Outside there was no sign of Mrs. Applegate or anyone else standing around; he had a clear shot to the exit 50 yards away. As he walked towards the exit Jeff had a funny feeling in the back of his mind that he had forgotten something. Thats when he heard the sound of trouble coming for him.
"Little girl! You in the pink dress! Stop, you forgot something!"
Jeff started walking faster but the voice gained on him. Little girl! Youre going to need this." Just as he reached the outside door a hand grabbed his shoulder and stopped him cold. It was the dark haired nurse from the bathroom.
"Didnt you hear me calling you sugar? You left this in the bathroom." She handed him the doll he had carried in with him.
"Um...thank you," he whispered softly. The nurse, thinking the younger girl was just being shy, gave him a reassuring smile.
"Arent you supposed to be going to the cafeteria?"
"I was going to go outside and walk around."
"Non-sense," she exclaimed. "Its much quicker to get there on the inside. As a matter of fact, Linda and I are headed that way so Ill take you there myself." The nurse grabbed his hand like she would have any other 9-year-old girl in the hospital and pulled him farther away from his escape route. "By the way, Im nurse Stephanie. I work on the childrens ward and there is someone I would like you to meet after youre done performing."
Apprehension grew inside Jeff over what the nurse had said. Had she figured out there was a boy underneath all this lace and satin? Maybe she was going to introduce him to the hospital shrink. Oh God, then everyone would find out and he would become the laughing stock at his school. But then reality hit him; he had an even bigger problem. The nurse was taking him straight to where he didnt want to go.
Nurse Stephanie led him down the long hallway, still gripping his hand tightly. The other nurse, Linda, grabbed his other hand and Jeff found himself being led down the hallway straddled between the two women. He felt like they were leading him to the executioners office. They stopped by the cafeteria door.
"Linda, go grab us a couple of seats while I take this young lady to where she needs to be. I need to ask someone a question." Suddenly Jeff found himself being towed toward the kitchen like a hapless child.
"I can find my way from here," Jeff protested.
"I just want to make sure you get to where you need to be sugar," the nurse replied as if she was doing him a big favor. "Besides, I need to ask your teacher something."
The kitchen looked like total confusion. Students were rushing back and forth while a mixture of excited laughter and chatter filled the air. Nurse Stephanie headed to the first adult she found, which happened to be Mrs. Applegate again. The nurse introduced herself to the other lady and presented Jeff to her.
"This poor dear got lost so I brought her here, but I also have a small request. Many of the children are excited about the play and have been looking forward to it all week long. Do you think it would be okay if some of your performers sat with the children after they are done? It would really make them happy."
Mrs. Applegate smiled at the request. "I think its a wonderful idea Nurse...um Parker. Ill ask our director but Im sure she will agree with me. Well send the children out to you after theyre done. Speaking of which, we need to get you over here, young lady. Come along Lisa, its show time."
Jeff tried to protest but Mrs. Applegate was too concerned about the play starting on time to worry about what he was saying. She chalked it up as the young girl just being nervous. She led him over to Mrs. Jones who was looking out at the stage that had been constructed. Sherry, Anne and Jane were next to her fidgeting nervously while waiting for some last minute instructions.
"Carol, I have your other little girl with me." The director seemed perplexed by what the old woman had said. Then she saw the new, other girl, dressed in the pink, party dress and became even more bewildered.
"She almost didnt make her own debut," Mrs. Applegate rambled on with a slight laugh in her voice. She pushed Jeff forward so he was now part of the small group of girls. "But despite her best efforts, Lisa finally made it. I told you that you were worrying too much, Carol."
The director glanced puzzling at the Jeff. "Lisa?" Then a look of recognition appeared on her face; Jeff wasnt sure if it was a good or bad look. "Thank you Mrs. Applegate, Ill take over from here. Why dont you help Mrs. Brown with the animal performers; they seem to be a little unorganized right now."
"Will do. Good luck girls...break a leg." Mrs. Jones cringed a little. "Oops, sorry Carol. Just do your best girls, you all look lovely."
"All right girls," said Mrs. Jones as she looked straight at Jeff. "I know everyone is a little nervous...some more then others." Again she was looking straight at Jeff while saying that. "But I want you to stay focused and do the best you can. And remember, youre suppose to be 9-year-old girls, so act your age." She gave each of them a quick smile.
"Sherry, Jane, and Anne. Please line up by the door. Lisa...I would like to speak with you for a momentalone." The other three girls scampered off while the director squatted down so she was eye level with the trapped boy. She grabbed Jeff by the arms and looked directly at him
"Do you know what to do?" Jeff shook his head fearfully that he did. Mrs. Jones gave him a warm, caring smile. "Take a deep breath and calm down then, you look fine. Well talk about this later." She slowly turned him around and pushed him in the direction of the other girls.
"Alright ladies, show time!" With a slight push from the director Jeff followed the other girls out onto the homemade stage. Immediately the people in the audience started clapping, making Jeff feel even more nervous. The stage had been set up to look like a little girls bedroom and Jeff knew where to go. He took a seat at a small table and played with his doll while the other girls started going through their dialog.
Their scene lasted about 10 minutes. Fortunately for Jeff, he didnt have to do any real talking. There were a few lines he muttered out but for the most part all he had to do was sit there and pretend to be a happy little girl playing with her doll. After they were done performing, the animal performers came out to do a song and dance while the stage was being rearranged. The director greeted them at the door as they walked off.
"That was wonderful girls," Mrs. Jones congratulated them. "All that hard work paid off. Now, if you will go see Mrs. Applegate please. One of the nurses has requested that you sit with some of the kids in the audience and I think its a wonderful idea."
Sherry, Anne, and Jane trotted off while Jeff hesitated. Mrs. Jones gave him a quick smile. "You too, Lisa. Go on, well talk about this later."
Jeff did as he was toldwhat else could he do? He figured Mrs. Jones probably knew who he really was; he just hoped she wouldnt tell anyone else. Mrs. Applegate was waiting for them and she was only too happy to lead them all into the cafeteria where the nurse was waiting.
"Good, youre here. I have some special kids picked out for each of you. Lisa, why dont we start with you first." The nurse led him over to a small, 6-year old child who had almost no hair on her head. "Lisa, this is Jessica and she is a very special little girl." Jeff could tell from the tone of the nurses voice that she really meant it. The little girl smiled and whispered "hello" so softly that Jeff could hardly hear her. She seemed to be pretty sick. "Ill check on the two of you later."
No sooner had Jeff sat down than the little girl scooted over and laid her head against his chest. Instinctively he wrapped his arm around the little girl to cradle her.
"I like your doll," she whispered softly. "And your dress. I hope to wear a dress like this one-day. Its so soft and pretty."
"You will when you get better," Jeff replied sorrowfully. He wondered if she would be well enough one day to fulfill her dream. The next act started and the two girls stopped talking to watch. About a half-hour later he noticed the Jessica was getting bored.
"Want to go play?" she asked hopefully.
"Sure, if you want." Jeff would have given anything to get away from the crowd of people in the cafeteria. The dressed up boy felt like every eye was on him and he knew Mrs. Jones was watching him. Every so often he saw her peek out the door to see what he was up to. Jeff was dreading his meeting with the director after the play.
Jessica led the way, stopping to ask Nurse Stephanie if it was okay that they went to the playroom. She just smiled and waved them on. Jeff felt a wave of relief when they entered the playroom and found it empty.
"What do you feel like doing Jessica?"
"How about house? We can pretend youre the little girl and Im the mommy." Jeff was horrified at the suggestion. Fortunately he was spared the humiliation by another voice.
"How about we all have a tea party instead and you girls can be the host." It was Jane, standing at the door holding the hand of another 6-year-old girl.
"Okay," Jessica responded eagerly. "You sit down here while Sue and I get the tea stuff." The two little girls scampered off in excitement to gather everything up. Jane joined Jeff at a small table.
"Beats playing house," she said with a grin. Jeff had to agree. They both took a seat in a chair built for a small child. A moment later the two girls were back carrying the place settings. Sue handed Jane a doll while Jessica filled Jeffs cup with water from a plastic teapot. Not knowing what to do, Jeff laid the doll down in front of him and picked up his cup. The other three girls gave him a stern look of discontent.
"You cant lay your baby on the table." Jessica told him. "Here, hold her like this." She picked up her own doll from nearby and carefully held it in one arm while drinking with the other. Jeff followed her lead and managed not to spill anything on his dress. He soon found himself in a conversation concerning dances, dresses, and even boys. He kept quiet as much as possible, despite Janes coaxing to open up a little and tell them more about himself.
After what seemed like an eternity of playing, Mrs. Jones appeared at the door. "Its time to be head back now girls!" She gave them an amusing smile and Jeff noticed she was looking directly at him when she used the word "girls."
"I wonder what shes going to do to me when we get back to school?" he asked himself. Jeff wasnt sure if she was angry with him or found his predicament humorous. Considering that he had broken into the girls locker room, the teenager didnt figure she would be very happy with him.
They bid farewell to the two little girls and joined the rest of the performers in the hallway. Again the boys and girls boarded different buses, the only difference being that Mrs. Jones got on the school bus with the girls and steered Jeff into the front seat.
"All right girls, you all did a great job tonight." She stopped and gave them a big smile. "Im very proud of the way you all performed. Now lets keep the chatter down, all right?" She took seat next to Jeff and told the bus driver to go.
There wasnt much talking on the way back. Jeff stared out the window of the bus wondering what his fate would be when they got back. Every so often he would sneak a peek at Mrs. Jones but she seemed to be uninterested in him at the moment.
When they pulled up in front of the school Mrs. Jones let everyone else off first; congratulating each girl as they walked by on doing such a wonderful job. Jane was one of the first girls off the bus and Jeff saw her bounce over to her mother and give her a big hug. Her mother looked a little surprised by the attention her daughter was giving her and Jeff wondered if his earlier talk with Jane hadnt given her a new appreciation for her mom. Finally, he found himself alone on the bus with Mrs. Jones.
"Lets go to my office where we can talk in private, Lisa." She gave the trapped boy a reassuring smile and led him off the bus by his hand. Along the way they passed by Mrs. Harper who had just sent her daughter off to change.
"Excuse me, Carol. I hear the play went well."
"Hi Pat. Your daughter and her friend," she eyed Jeff carefully, "did a very good job tonight. I was very pleased with their performance."
"Im glad to hear that." Mrs. Harper looked down at Jeff. "I was wondering if you needed a ride home tonight Lisa? My daughter is spending the night at a friends house and doesnt need me to drive her home. Since Im here, I thought I would offer."
"I can ride my bike home," Jeff responded softly.
"Nonsense, you cant ride a bike home in the dark." Mrs. Jones told him. "Besides, its not safe for a girl your age to be riding so late at night. Thank you for offering, Pat. I have to talk to...Lisa...first. Should only take about 10 minutes or so."
Mrs. Harper smiled and said she would wait around. The director pulled Jeff into her office and closed the door. He took a seat in front of the desk she was standing next to. Mrs. Jones gave him a look of slight bewilderment.
"I must say Lisa, youve change since the last time I saw you at rehearsal."
"That was Mrs. Applegates idea," he manage to squeak out. "She mistook me for her." The director gave him a curious nod and Jeff wondered for a moment if she knew who he really was.
"You did a good job out there tonight. You were a little nervous but then thats understandable considering the circumstances." Jeff wondered why she just didnt get it over with and tell him what how she planned to punish him. Was she going to call his uncle in? Or report him to the principal? He fidgeted in his chair at all the uncomfortable thoughts of what she could do to him. Then Mrs. Jones softened up and decided to let him off the hook.
"Jeff, I know its you." The boys heart sank as a lump formed in his throat. She sensed he was scared and placed her hand on his in the hopes it would comfort him some. "Jeff, Im not going to tell anyone about this. You saved my play tonightalthough Im unsure how you got up the nerve to get dressed like this."
"Mrs. Applegate," Jeff answered. "You dont know how hard I tried to get away from her."
"So, you didnt do this because you knew I needed a replacement?"
Jeff could have kicked himself for what he had just said.
"Im...Im sorry," he said as tears appeared about his eyes. "I guess...Im in trouble now. You must hate me for what I did."
The director got down on her knees and stared softly into his teary eyes. She brushed his hair off to one side and spoke calmly back to him. "I dont hate you Jeff. Im a little concerned, thats all. You like dressing up like this, dont you?" Jeff shook his head.
"Its okay, I know youre a good kid who has had some tough breaks in life. I admit, I dont understand all this but I dont hate you or think any less of you than I did before. You have always been one of my hardest workers. The fact that you like to...well, dress up in pretty clothes doesnt make you a monster."
"Is she accepting me," Jeff wondered? No one had treated him this way before. The director continued.
"You know, you do look awful cute in this outfit. I guess you know what this means, dont you?" Jeff shook his head to indicate he didnt. "It means that I need someone to take Jenny Roberts place and since you dont mind wearing that dress..." She didnt finish, opting instead to give him a huge grin.
"But...but what happens if someone finds out."
"Then we tell them the truth. That I needed a replacement for the play and you volunteered, reluctantly of course, to fill in. As long as you dress like a girl whenever youre here, I dont think anyone will find out. Of course, Ill have to find someone to help you get ready each time. Maybe Mrs. Applegate."
"Please, not her."
"Okay, Ill find someone else willing to help. Now, do you think you can get home dressed like this?"
"What? Yea, I guess. My uncle and his girlfriend are most likely at some bar so the house should be empty. But why do I have to go home dressed like this?"
"Because Jeff, Mrs. Harper is driving you home, remember. If you change into your boy clothes she is going to know." Jeff was silent; he hadnt thought of that.
"Look, go home, change, and hide that outfit from your uncle. We can talk about this more on Monday. Well have to find you some regular girl clothes to wear for rehearsal. You cant wear this outfit all the time. Lets go."
Before Jeff could think of a reply Mrs. Jones had already opened up the door and was ushering him out. There was still plenty of activity in the hallway as students and their parents were going back and forth. Mrs. Harper was standing near the office.
"Thanks for driving her home, Pat."
"Shes not going to change first?" Mrs. Harper asked a little surprised.
"Lisa got her regular clothes dirty on the way in," the director explained. "So shes going to wear her costume home instead."
"I see," Mrs. Harper responded thoughtfully. "Well, come on then Lisa. My car is parked outside in the teachers lot." Jeff followed the older woman out to an old Pontiac Bonneville. Despite its age, the car was still in good condition. She opened up the door for Jeff and then closed it when he was in.
"So, where to?" she asked starting up the car. Jeff squirmed a little as he tried to get seated properly. The petticoats made him feel like he was sitting on a pile of pillows. Mrs. Harper gave him an amused smile. "You dont wear fluffy petticoats very often, do you?" Jeff almost panic before realizing she was joking and not commenting about that fact he was a boy.
"So, where do you live, Lisa?"
"Off of Turnover drive...the fifth trailer down."
"Wow, thats a pretty good ride on a bike. I feel better knowing that Im driving you home instead." She pointed her car in the local direction and drove off.
"I heard a lot of people say you did a good job as a replacement," Mrs. Harper commented. "And the children at the hospital really enjoyed the play." Jeff didnt answer, so she continued.
"I guess its tough not having anyone show up to watch you, isnt it Lisa?" Her voice changed to a more compassionate tone. "My daughter told me about your parents, Lisa. Please dont be mad at her, she was just doing what she thought was best and wanted me to know. Whatever you said to my daughter tonight touched her deeply. I just want you to know sweetheart, that if you ever need an older woman to talk to, Im here for you."
The words were killing Jeff. If only he could talk to her about how he felt. He missed his parents badly at times. Sometimes he felt all alone in the world. His uncle wasnt the type of person who concerned himself with how his nephew felt and as for his girlfriend Maggie, she was even less concerned about him then his uncle was. He was just a stupid, dumb kid who was always in their way. Now there was someone who would listen to him and he couldnt even tell her how he felt without getting in trouble. It wasnt fair.
"Thank you, Mrs. Harper," he said softly.
"Are you staying with your grandparents now?" she asked.
"My uncle...but he doesnt like me being around."
"Im sure thats not true," Mrs. Harper replied turning down a side street. "After all, he did take you into his house."
"You dont understand Mrs. Harper. He took me in to get control of my parents money that was meant to take care of me. Im only getting in his and his girlfriends way by being there. They both tell me so all the time."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Do you think it would help if I talk to him? Sometimes adults say things they dont really mean to say and dont realize how much it hurts the other person."
"No, please," Jeff almost shouted. "Dont talk to himits not a good idea. Hell get angry at me if you do." Jeff didnt know what his uncle would do if he found out about tonight but the teenager knew it wouldnt be pleasant. He would most likely start out by belittling him about how much of a queer he was becoming. His girlfriend, Maggie, would do and say things that were even worse. It wouldnt surprise Jeff if she forced him to dress in some of her clothes and stand in front of them so they could make fun and humiliate him. Yes, she would most likely do that. It would be one more step in ruining what little self-esteem he had left.
"Its okay, I wont say anything to him," she reassured him in a calm, comforting tone. "Just remember, Im here for you day or night if you want to talk. By the way, what is your house number?" Jeff had been so preoccupied with the conversation that he hadnt realized she had pulled onto his street.
"Its 153, the next trailer on the right just past the curve." He breathed a short sigh of relief knowing the ride was almost over. But his relief turned to horror when he saw Maggies car sitting in the driveway, with her standing right next to it smoking a cigarette. Why in the hell did she have to be home at this time? It was too late to say anything; Mrs. Harper was already pulling into the driveway. Maggie seemed to be annoyed by the headlights shinning on her. She slowly staggered over to the drivers door to see what they wanted.
"Yea, what do you want?" she asked with a slurred voice.
"Im dropping off your niece," Mrs. Harper replied with some reservations. The smell of alcohol from the drunken woman reeked.
"We dont have no girl living here...only some useless boy that Charlie has to take care of. Wish the hell he wasnt here...hes putting a damper on our sex life. We both cant wait until he turns 18 so we can kick his ass out the door. Worthless piece of CRAP! Say, wait a minute..." She looked at both of them suspiciously with glazed, drunken eyes. "What the hell are you doing here? Are you some tramp Charlie met at a bar one night when he wasnt with me?" Anger flashed in her eyes.
"Look Miss." Mrs. Harper was trying to keep her cool but was doing a poor job of it. "Im only here to drop off Lisa."
"And Im telling you - SLUT - that this young bitch dont live here so dont SCREW with ME. I may have had a few drinks tonight but that doesnt mean I dont know whats going on. Charlie is my mando you understand? Keep your filthy mitts off him or else." Mrs. Harper was about to say something when Jeff interrupted her.
"Please, take me away from here," he whispered softly to her. Seeing how upsetting this was to the little girl, Mrs. Harper decided to respect her wishes. Maggie screamed out a few more insults as they pulled away. A mile down the road Mrs. Harper pulled off to the side of the road next to the railroad track.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Jeff didnt answer her. Tears began to fall down his face. All he had wanted to do tonight was try on a dress and be happy for an hour or so. Instead this happy event had grown into some kind of nightmare. His teacher now knew he was a crossdresser; his uncles girlfriend had hurt him deeply with her words; and now this caring, understanding lady was about to find out the truth about him. He wasnt okay at all. Jeff wanted to end his life...he was sick of living in pain and fear and doubt. He was tired of not having anyone care about him. He was tired of trying to play the hand that life had dealt him. He was tired of trying. The boy knew there would be a train coming by in the next hour or so. All he had to do was stand on the tracks, close his eyes, and in a few seconds it would all be over. At least he would die dressed the way he always wanted to be.
"I want to help you son," she told him gently. "But you have to tell me how."
Oh God, she knows.
Jeff reached to unlock the door but a hand grabbed his and in a firm but gentle manner pulled it away.
"Please dont try to leave sweetheart," she said in a cool, comforting voice. Youre upset and I want to help. What can I do?"
"You heard what she said," Jeff whimpered, now barley able to keep himself from bawling his eyes out in front of her. "A worthless piece of craptotally useless in life. Thats what I am! And Im a crossdresser too. There is nothing you can do to help. I cant change who I am and people wont accept that. I wish I were dead."
"No you dont," she answered back in a reassuring, accepting voice. "And youre not worthless either. The play you did meant something to the people who were there. Youve shown what a caring, loving person you are by giving of yourself."
Jeff tried to say something but it became impossible to talk and fight back the tears at the same time. She saw his pain and pulled him over to her. Jeff buried his face in her breast and started crying like a little baby.
"Its okay childlet it out. Im not going to judge you for who you want to be." She hugged him a little tighter.
"I cant help myself," he cried out. "You dont know how lonely it is - or what its like keeping this secret inside you; knowing people will taut and make fun of you if they find out. Im not a freak - and Im not some type of monster. Im just a crossdresser. Whats the use, youll never understand."
She raised his chin up slightly and Jeff noticed she was also teary eyed. "I understand more then you think. My brother used to be a crossdresser."
"Used to be?" Jeff sniffed. "You mean he was cured?"
"No, not really," she said painfully. "My brother killed himself because he couldnt deal with the guilt others forced on him for being different. I loved my brother so much. When we were younger, I use to dress him up in my clothes all the time. I saw the happiness it brought him whenever he was dressed up. Mike wasnt a monster any more then you are. He was a very kind and loving soul. Unfortunately, he listened to others instead of his own heart."
"Im...Im sorry Mrs. Harper."
She brushed the hair out of his eye and gave him a teary smile. "I dont want that happening to you sweetheart. Im willing to listen to whatever you have to say. Since you cant got back to that hell-hole tonight, Im taking you home with me."
"What about Jane? I...I dont want her finding out about this."
"Im afraid thats going to be hard to do if you plan on wearing any of her clothes. But dont worry, my daughter is an open-minded young lady who knows how to keep a secret. Besides, she will be gone for the weekend. Her dad is going to pick her up at her friends house tomorrow and she wont be back until Monday. In the meantime, you can stay with me as Lisa for the weekend."
Jeff couldnt believe what he was hearing. "You...you mean youre going to let me wear her clothes."
"If its what you want." She flashed him a comforting smile. "Besides, this will be as much fun for me as it will for you. I always wanted another little girl I could pamper and dress up real pretty. Lets get going." She drove off in a cloud of dust.
They didnt talk much the rest of the way to the house. It turned out that Mrs. Harper lived in a very nice, two-story home on a rather large chunk of property. Far enough away from being on top of her neighbors but close enough so if there was any trouble they would know about it. She parked in the driveway and led him inside.
"Lets find you something more comfortable to wear." Jeff followed her into a bedroom that was bigger then the living room in his uncles trailer. "I think Janes nightgowns may be too small for you to wear. Lets see if I have one that will fit. Besides," she added with a wink, "I have a feeling youll enjoy wearing one of my nightgowns much more." Jeff swallowed hard in anticipation as Mrs. Harper dug through her drawers looking for the perfect nightgown for him to wear. Finally, she came across a lacy, pink number and tossed it to him.
"Its been a while since I worn this nightie. Do you like it or should I find something else? " Jeff stared at nightgown in a daze. It was long and silky and covered with a lace, flower design around the bodice and shoulders. At the hem, the nightgown spread out to create a flower-like design. A cool wave ran all over his body, causing him to shiver slightly with excitement. One look told Mrs. Harper the nightgown was acceptable.
Next she went to her closet and pulled out soft, terrycloth robe, a pair of fuzzy, pink slippers and a hanger. "Nothing better then a warm robe and slippers on a cold night," she told him with a smile. "Let me help you with your dress."
Jeff felt the older woman unzip the dress and slowly lift it over his head. He stood there, slightly embarrassed, at wearing the white petticoat in front of her. Mrs. Harper seemed to pick up on his embarrassment as she slid the dress carefully onto the hanger.
"Dont be embarrassed Lisa. Ive seen other women in their underwear before." She gave him a slight wink. "Now, Im going to make us some hot chocolate while you change. Just lay everything you dont need on the bed and Ill take care of it later." She closed the door to the bedroom, leaving him alone.
Jeff wasted no time getting undressed and into the silky nightgown she had supplied him with. It felt even better on his body then it had in his hands. He placed the robe around him and embraced the warm, soft material. He slipped his feet into the fluffy slippers and noticed they made his feet feel like he was walking on pillows. He felt wonderful wearing everything.
Mrs. Harper gave him a small smile as he entered the kitchen. "Well, you look a lot more comfortable now. Stir this, sweetheart, while I go change into something more comfortable." She handed him the wooden spoon and disappeared down the hallway. Jeff stirred the hot liquid boiling in the pot, imagining he was a little girl doing a job.
Mrs. Harper came back a few minutes later also dressed in a warm robe and nightie. She took the pot off the stove and poured the contents into two, large cups. Then she added a few marshmallows and led him to the sofa.
"So, who else knows about this?" she asked curiously while taking a sip of the hot brew.
"Ms. Jones found out tonight. Other then that, no one else knows." Jeff gave her a weak shudder and took a drink.
"She wasnt mad, was she?"
"I dont think so. She was kind of concerned but not mad. She wants me to take over Jenny Roberts place for the rest of production."
"Well, congratulations then," Mrs. Harper said smiling. "So she plans on telling everyone in the play youre really a boy then?"
"Well, no. We talked about it some and she thinks I could pass as a girl during the rehearsals. The only problem is, we have to find someone to help me get ready each time."
Mrs. Harper smiled ever so slightly as she reached over and brushed the hairs from Jeffs eyes. "I dont think thats a problem. I get off work at 3 p.m. every day so I can help you get ready."
"What...what about Jane. I really...dont want her finding out about me."
"Ill just tell her what Mrs. Jones told you. That she needed a replacement and you reluctantly agreed to take over. Only youre afraid the other kids will tease you about it so I volunteered to help you out in your new role so no one there will know youre really a boy. My daughter doesnt have to know everything Lisa. But," Pat Harper gave him a slight, devilish smile. "You may find that Jane will also want to help you get ready. Like I said, she really is open-minded and I think she would love having a younger sister in her life."
"You...do you think it will work?"
"Of course it will. But lets talk about the real problemyour Uncle."
"What about him?" Jeff asked sorrowfully.
"We need to get you out of his place. You need to be in a nice home where you will be appreciated. It just so happens I have a spare room in this house."
"Hell never let you adopt me Mrs. Harper. He doesnt like me but he wont let me go."
"Im not talking about adopting you. I am talking about giving you a room to stay in. Your uncle would still be your guardian so he will have to agree to let you live here. But from what Ive seen, I dont think that will be a problem. His girlfriend would make his life a living hell until he agreed to it."
"Why Mrs. Harper? Why would you help me like this? Im a total stranger."
"Because Jeff, Im also a loving, feeling person just like you. And I dont want you ending up like my brother Mike, wrapped around some tree. But there is also a selfish reason involved in my decision."
"What is it?"
"As I said before, I always wanted another girl to pamper and dress up pretty. So you can become her. My new little girl to play with." She reached over and gave him a small kiss on the forehead. "Well, I think we need to get to bed here. You can stay in Janes room tonight. She has a warm waterbed you can sleep in; perfect for a cold night like tonight."
The older woman led her new daughter upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. Jeff noticed right away that Janes room was remarkably feminine for a teenager. Mrs. Harper took some pride in the fact her daughter wasnt a total tomboy. Jeff took off his robe and crawled into the nice, warm waterbed. Mrs. Harper pulled the covers over him and gave him a mischievous grin.
"Goodnight Lisa. Sweet dreams." She gave him a small kiss on the forehead again and turned off the lights as she left. The room was dark and cold but the warmth from the waterbed was very simulating to Jeffs body. He felt the excitement of being dressed in a silky nightgown and panties grow. He shifted sideways and in the process the nightgown slid across his groin causing waves of sexual pleasure to flood his mind.
He tried to fight the desire growing in his groin and mind. What would Mrs. Harper do if she found his panties and nightgown soiled? He had to get his mind off the idea and go to sleep. The teenager tried repositioning himself in the bed to get comfortable but being uncomfortable wasnt the problem.
Sweat appeared on his forehead as the fever inside him grew with every passing moment. His penis started growing hard and began begging for some sort of attention. Jeff wanted to reach down and touch himself but knew it would be a mistake; he wouldnt have the strength to stop himself once he started. Desperate to stop the feelings from growing out of control, he closed his eyes and tried to relax. But images of him standing there in the pretty, pink party dress flooded his mind. He looked so pretty and feminine and girlish. It only made him want it more.
"No," he shouted to himself, his eyes now wide open. But his mind couldnt think of anything else except the warm, silky clothes now caressing his body. Jeff was losing the battle and he knew it. His breathing picked up as he slowly ran his fingers through the hair of the wig he still had on. Tiny balls of sweat started to cover his body as a result of the mind versus body battle going on. There was a soft knock on the door. It opened and Jeff recognized the dark figure of Mrs. Harper coming towards him carrying something in her hands.
"Cant sleep, can you?" she asked in a low whisper. Jeff nodded, afraid that she would know what he was struggling with. Her hand reached out and touched his forehead. It felt so cool against his hot skin
"Youre burning up," she continued to whisper. "I guess this nightgown is a little bit to much for you to handle. All that sexual tension inside you! Im going to help you get rid of it."
Jeff started to speak but she placed a finger to her mouth. "Shhhhh." Her low, sweet voice reached out to him and he found it very stimulating. "Dont say a word. Just relax and take a few deep breaths. Dont be embarrassed; I understand what youre going through. I had a brother, remember."
She picked up a white bottle and gently pulled the nightgown up past his panties. She lifted the panties up slightly and Jeff heard a slight hiss as she pumped the bottle several times. He felt the cool touch of power attaching itself to his wet penis. The smell was easy for him to recognize; it was the distinct smell of baby power. She pumped some more baby power onto his chest and slid the nightgown back in place. Carefully she placed a small, firm pillow over his groin. Not enough pressure to jerk him off but just enough to keep the excitement there. Jeff was going insane now. If she had told him to jump off a cliff he would gladly have done so just to be released from the pressure he was feeling. Sweat began to flow freely from all over his body but she seemed to take no notice of it.
Mrs. Harper gently rubbed the baby power over his chest and stomach, reaching underneath from the top of the nightgown to do so. The cool powder did nothing to relieve the fever inside however, and Jeff figured she probably knew that. He could almost see a faint smile on her face in the dark as she meticulously performed her task. Every now and then the older woman would bump the pillow, most likely on purpose, which would cause it to move against his penis that was now reaching out against the silky materials encasing it.
"Roll over on your stomach," she commanded softly. Jeff did and found it more to his liking. His groin pressed hard against the soft, warm waterbed mattress and he felt slightly relieved for a moment having something hard to rub against. Jane kept the water temperature in the bed turned up high, and Jeff could feel the heat of the water rapidly warming his nightgown. The baby powder helped keep him somewhat cool but the tension inside him was increasing. The teenager knew from experience that it was only a matter of time now.
Mrs. Harper pulled the nightgown up to his shoulders and poured the baby powder all over his back. Her cool hands slowly but firmly worked the powder into his now wet skin. The movement of her hands caused the bed to move slightly, the warm water massaged his penis, which Jeff swore was now sweating under all the tension and heat.
She lifted up the back of his panties and generously pumped wave upon wave of the cool, silky powder over his butt. Then Mrs. Harper pulled the nightgown back down and straightened out his hair so it laid out over his back. It may have been a wig but Jeff felt like it was his own hair.
The woman placed one of her hands on his back while the other found its way to his rear. In a slow, circular motion, she began to rub the powder in a gentle but firm manner. It was an incredible feeling. Jeff could feel the movement of both silky items, his panties and nightgown, caressing his butt while the cool powder she had applied trickled down to try and cool the furnace growing below. Every now and then the cool power would reach his penis, creating a feeling of complete gratification!
"You looked very pretty tonight Lisa," she whispered in slow, sensual manner. "So cute...and soft. So feminine...A perfect little girl."
She started pushing down on this back every few seconds causing a rocking motion that sent wave upon wave of warm, gentle water upward to attack his manhood. Jeff became so lost in the effect that he didnt noticed she had stopped until he felt something sweet and cool being sprayed on his shoulders and neck. The strong smell of perfume invaded his senses.
"Now you smell pretty too," she added slowly, softly. Her hands went back to what they were doing.
"A pretty, feminine smelling little girl," She continued in a sweet whisper. "So adorable...so sweet and pretty looking in your party dress with all its lace and silk...the soft, silky petticoats that made you look soooo girlish in those ruffles. And the doll you carried, making you the cutest little girl there ever was." She pushed down a little more causing the warm waves of water to attack his body a little bit faster and harder. She seemed to sense from his body movements that it was coming to a head.
"Tomorrow Im going to dress you up in the cutest outfit I have. Youre going to love the feel of my silky things caressing your skin all day. Youre going to be the cutest girl around Lisa
Ill make sure of that. And talented too. I have a ballet outfit just dying to be worn by someone."
"Aw...aww," Jeff whimpered in anticipation of what was to come.
"Its pink and silky, with lots of lace around the chest area. And of course," she continued in a more detailed manner that excited Jeff even more, "a wide tutu that sticks out all around. Well put you in a pair of pink tights and some pink, ballet shoes. Youll look so...CUTE wearing it. Ill add some pretty, pink bows to your long, beautiful hair. Then Ill put on some music and you can dance around in it. Youre going to look so ADORABLE. Doesnt that sound WONDERFUL?"
It was all Jeff could take. His body began to shudder as it went into auto-mode. He butt went up and came down, just as a wave of warm water arrived in the very spot his penis touched. The panties and nightgown got slightly twisted and Jeff felt his manhood became encased by both silky materials. His butt went up again only this time both of Mrs. Harpers hands were there to firmly push it back down. She continued taking to him in an almost robotic tone as if she didnt know what was happening.
"Such a pretty little girlmy little girl. All sweet and adorable dressed up in ribbons and bowsin pretty petticoats that make your girlish dresses stand out. Such a cute and sweet little girl you are. A very pretty little girlmy little girl."
Jeff came - his body moving up and down in a rapid motion. He was almost out of breath as his sexual desire fought to work its way out. Each time he moved his mind was bombarded by the sweet caressing touch of the panties and nightgown, along with a cool chill that ran up his spine. Then, it was over. Jeff laid there in the warm waterbed almost totally exhausted. Mrs. Harper moved her hands back up to his shoulders and gently started to massage them.
"Feeling better," she asked in a tone that indicated she already knew the answer. Jeff shook his head and just laid there. Even though it was over there was something exciting about this woman touching him while dressed in her nightie.
"Good," she whispered. Slowly she stopped massaging his back and removed her hands. "Go take a shower while I change the sheets on your bed. You can wear this nightie." She laid a pair of royal blue, silky panties next to his bed along with an equally silky, royal blue baby-doll nightgown.
"Thank you Mrs. Harper," Jeff said as he picked up the items she had laid out for him. The nightgown he had on was now totally soaked with sweat.
"Call me mom, Lisa...At least when Janes not around. Now go take that shower and hurry back so I can tuck you in."
The shower felt so good splashing against his skin. Jeff stood underneath the spray and washed all the smelly sweat from his body. Then he quickly got dressed in the clean, fresh nightie she had given him. When he returned to the room Mrs. Harper was waiting there for him with a smile.
"Okay little girl, time for you to get to sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow." She placed a soft teddy bear next to him that he instinctively grabbed onto. "Goodnight Lisa." She kissed him the forehead and turned off the small nightlight on the desk.
"Mom," Lisa called out.
"Yes child?" She turned and gave her new daughter a comforting smile.
"The bal...ballet outfit you were telling me about. Do you really have an outfit like that? I...I mean, were you being serious about dressing me up in it?"
Her smile grew a little more. "Ill guess youll find out tomorrow. Goodnight sweetheart! Pleasant dreams."
She turned off the other small lamp and closed the door behind her. Lisa lay there in the dark room and said a word of thanks. Then she closed her eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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