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The Runaway

by Jennifer Preston

Part 3

 

Saturday morning Jenn headed out to a couple of stores to see what she could find for Micky. The first one she stopped in at she found a couple of pairs of girl's jeans that would do nicely, but not much else. Going into another store she headed directly over to the girls department. Then she spotted a couple of the cutest dresses she would love to see Micky in. But now was not the time for those. She wanted to do this slowly and get him completely comfortable with the idea of being a girl first.

"May I help you with something?"

Turning around Jenn spotted a sales clerk. "No just looking."

"Well I bet your little girl would look lovely in those dresses."

"She's gotten to be a bit of a tomboy so I am having to reintroduce her to the idea of being a girl again."

"Well let me know if you need anything."

Jenn continued looking around and found a few tops that would work, a sweater, and more socks and panties. This time however the panties weren't just white. They had a little bow on the front of each one. Yes she had a clever way to explain the bows. Going up and paying for everything she headed home, wondering what Micky was up to. She was so tempted to drive down and see if she could find him, but decided she didn't want to seem pushy.

The weekend seemed to take forever and Jenn did a lot of daydreaming about having a little girl of her own. Finally, she somehow made it through the weekend and it was Monday morning. Time to head out to work and see Micky.

After the 45 minute drive, she was heading over towards the parking lot and sure enough there was Micky waiting for her. By the time she was ready to get out of the car he was already there.

"Hi Micky! I see you made it."

"Yeah I wanted to see you again."

"Well I have some clean clothes for you and if you get changed in the restroom again and put the dirty clothes into the bag so I can take them home to wash them I'll get us something to eat. Okay?"

"Yeah I like that."

As they got in the door at McDonalds she handed him the bag and reminded him to change everything and she would meet him at the table. So went in line and got their food and was sitting at the table when he came out. He was dressed in his white tennis shoes, dark blue jeans, a medium blue pullover top and had on a plain white camisole under the top. He also had his hair combed the way she showed him.

"So you got everything changed? Wearing all clean clothes?"

"Yes but the underwear has a bow on it."

"Well I put it on your panties for you."

"Why?"

"Well people wear ribbons for all sorts of things, for soldiers in the war, for people dying of an illness, for research and support of people with cancer. So, I thought we would use a white ribbon for special friends, just between you and me. This way no one would see it and it would always remind you of me. If you don't like it I can remove it."

Sitting there for a few seconds, obviously thinking about what she had said, he finally said, "No that's okay you can leave it on there."

"Good I was hoping you would say that. If you would like, I can use other colors too, just ones that will have special meaning for us and no one would ever know."

"Okay like our own secret? Sure that would be neat. I was also thinking about what you said."

"Oh, what was that?"

"Well Friday you said if I was a girl you would take me home and let me live there."

"Yes I did. If I had a girl she would have her own room, a large bed of her own, lots of pretty clothes and food whenever she got hungry. Why?"

"Well I was thinking about that, if I were a girl would I have to wear dresses?"

"Well of course silly, girls love to wear dresses and look pretty."

"Oh."

"Why are you going to tell me that you are really girl or something?"

"No I was just wondering."

"How do you like your new panties?"

"I like them a lot. They are really soft, just like the T-shirt."

"If you want I can put a bow on them too so they match your panties."

"Really? Okay sure if you want to."

"Do you also want any other color panties other than white?"

"I like blue and red and yellow."

"Okay if I get you panties in those colors will you wear them? I can also see about putting matching bows on them just for you if you would like. That way they would be more special."

"Yeah that would be great."

"So do you really like your panties with the bow on them?"

"Yeah like you said my panties are more special now."

Jenn only smiled inside at this comment seeing that all she was saying was finally talking root.

"Well I have to get going and get into work. I'll meet you at 11:30 again, okay?"

"Yeah I would like that. I like spending time with you."

"Okay see you later then."

With that she gave him a hug and left for work.

Time at work just seemed to drag by. Jenn got all her work done, paperwork filed, research done, and even did a few e-mails. Finally it was lunchtime.

Heading out the door and down the street she could see Micky waiting for her. He quickly ran up to her and gave her a big hug.

"Before we have lunch today I need to check the price on something if you don't mind. I promised a friend of mine that I would check the price on a dress she was thinking of getting her daughter. You can come along if you would like."

"Sure why not?"

So they headed into a nearby department store and went directly into the girl's section. Jenn closely watching his reactions. She headed over to a dress rack where she knew they would be about his sizes and acted like she was looking at dresses. Asking him if he could hold a couple for her while she looked some more. He agreed to and was walking around behind her carrying them.

"May I help you ladies?" asked a sales clerk.

"Oh that's alright. I was just checking on some sizing and price information."

"Okay let me know if you ladies need any assistance."

Jenn watched Micky out of the corner of her eye the entire time. She couldn't tell if he had noticed how the sales clerk addressed them.

"Okay I got what I need let's hang your dresses back up."

He handed them to Jenn, obviously not noticing how she worded it.

As they were leaving he suddenly blurted out, "Those look like my panties," pointing to some panties on a rack.

Jenn saw what he was looking at and quickly said, "They look like them a little but aren't the same thing. Come on let's get lunch. I'm hungry. Aren't you?"

"Yeah," he said putting what he just saw behind him.

Getting their lunch at a nearby sandwich shop they sat down outside to eat.

"So did you like going into the department store with me?"

"Yeah it was okay."

"See anything you like?"

"Well the one dress I was holding was so soft."

"That is because it was velvet. Velvet is always that way. If I had a girl I would let her wear velvet dresses at times. Not all the time cause I wouldn't want her to wear them out. If you were a girl would you like to wear velvet?"

"Yeah if it felt that soft all the time I would."

As they were about finished with lunch Micky said to Jenn, "I wish you were my mommy."

"Really? Why?"

"Well you are so nice and treat me nice and all."

"Too bad you aren't a girl cause then I could be your mommy."

Taking the last bit of his food Jenn heard him mumble to himself "I wish...." She decided not to push it yet.

"I have to get back to work. Here's $5.00 for some food later I'll see you tomorrow morning okay?

"Yeah I like that."

"Good and maybe I'll see about getting some colored panties for you too."

With that they proceeded to hug and Jenn whispered into his ear "I wish that you were a girl or would let me turn you into one so I could raise you."

He looked at her a little funny then, then hugged her again and Jenn headed back to work.

  

  

  

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