Tickles and Treats

by Anglea Jean Muncey

part five – the end of innocence.

 

The fancy dress parade, the American parcel, how T&T backfired on us when J became too interested in my willy and the remaining adventures before Jane's parents came to stay which put paid to my fun in a big way.

Dad had taken a half day from work so that he could help set up the Church hall for the evening. He wished us good luck for the fancy dress parade and went out. Aunty was helping Mum and me to make the cakes in the kitchen while Jane finished her letters home. When she had finished she joined us wondering what we should do to pass the time. It was raining so we couldn't go out and anyway we didn't want to bump into Malc and his Dad for more teasing.

Aunty, as usual had the brightest idea. "Come on you two, come and help me unpack that new parcel from America." We had quite forgotten about it. Our cousins usually sent clothes and the odd tin of meat and fruit for us 'poor war torn Brits'. Last time I had gained those lovely smocked wool dresses that were supposed to be for J but they were in my wardrobe. We eagerly helped untie the string and opened the quite large box. Aunty tipped it all out on the floor and there we saw three or four very pretty full skirted white dresses with pale blue edging to the collar and cuffs, packets of white tights, socks in a bundle, school type plaid skirts, some plain pale blue blouses, shorts and T's, tins of food and a box containing what looked like a brand new pair of black patent maryjanes.

"What a hoard!" said Aunty as she called Mum to come and see. We sorted it through and sure enough they were all in our sizes, age ten or eleven. There was a short note hoping we would find the stuff useful and an apology that there was very little in there for Mike except perhaps for the shorts and T's. Mum pulled out the shorts, which were obviously intended for a girl but said they would do for play. The T's all had flower or animal motifs on them and were pastel shades. Again Mum said they would do for play. She tried the dresses up against J who pulled a long face and said she would rather have the shorts and tops if anything.

My tummy of course was doing backward somersaults as Mum held the dresses up to me. "Oh Mike', she said, 'such a pity you're not a girl these dresses are really sweet, a bit like the Alice in Wonderland story book pictures." I was willing her to say 'try one on', but at that moment there was a knock at the door. It was Mrs M. from across the road bringing her batch of cakes for the social. Aunty bundled up the clothes and took them upstairs. I wondered if they would appear in my wardrobe.

When old busybody Mrs M. had gone Mum said it was time to get ready for the social. All fancy dress contestants had to go in costume, which suited me very well. I quickly changed into the vest and gym knicks, Mum helped me into the blouse and put on the school tie then popped the gymslip over my head. I put on the knee high white socks and maryjanes as Mum fussed over my hair. She had arranged J's old pigtail to be pinned in the back of the school hat and tied a white bow on it. As I put on the hat they all stared at me.

"You look just like Jane when she arrived back from school", said Mum. I looked in the mirror and saw a rather demure eleven-year-old schoolgirl looking back at me. I was absolutely thrilled and skipped about the room.

Next it was Jane's turn and soon she had on my boring school uniform of grey shorts, grey shirt, green and black striped tie grey knee socks and my somewhat battered lace up black school shoes, finished off with my cap with the green braid stripes. She had tucked her hair up which being short anyway didn't show. "A perfect Hamilton House schoolboy,' said Mum 'Mrs Anderson would be pleased to have you in the boys class."

J put on my blazer and tucked a catapult of mine in her top pocket, pulled her cap a little askew, put a smear of dusty mud from her shoe on her face and now she bore a remarkable resemblance to 'Just William'.

Fortunately the fancy dress parade had a boys and a girl's section. We set off for the hall and as it was still raining a bit, J wore my grey gabardine school mac while I revelled in her shiny black one. Twenty minutes later we trooped somewhat damp into the hall. Most people had arrived and there were about thirty kids in costume. The Vicars wife at the door told us to register at the boys and girls tables. Jane joined the girls queue much to the consternation of the Vicar who tried to push her into the boy's queue where he was puzzled to see me. He was a bit of an addle head of a Vicar having suffered malaria during war service but we all loved him. His wife came over to sort out the confusion admiring our costumes as she did.

There was a bit of old fashioned dancing first during which we kids drank pop and polished off sticky buns. All my friends crowded around me and asked what it felt like to be a girl. All except Malc who hissed in my ear, "Big sissy!" I ignored him as I was having too much fun. Every time Dad came past he got a bit confused and started calling me Jane and J Mike, which I loved.

We paraded around the room, first the girls then the boys. The judges conferred and we were thinned out for the semi final round. To my delight we both got through. We paraded again for the final. I was judged third to my dismay but Jane got first. The Vicar announced the results praising Jane for her Just William outfit. He said the boys were all good and it had been a hard choice. The winner was Roy who not only had on a full highland outfit with kilt and sporran but also played tunes on a real chanter as we paraded. Second was Jim in a very realistic 'tin man' costume his dad had made and I was third because, "Quite frankly you are just too much like a real schoolgirl!" That remark completely made up for my disappointment.

We played the usual games, ate more cakes, drank fizzy pop and had a great time. Soon it was time for home and bed. We trudged up the hill to our house. Chris who was the Scoutmasters son came with us part way. He teased me about my costume and kept asking me if I enjoyed being a girl again. I tried to pass it off but he kept on until Mum had to tell him to stop it.

We were asleep on our feet when we got in. Mum made us a hot drink as I reluctantly peeled off my lovely uniform and got ready for bed in boring boys stuff. There had been some pretty nighty's in the Parcel and I wondered if I dared to ask to wear one but was too shy to ask. Whee!, I thought what a holiday this has been so far, what next!

What next indeed. The holiday continued, Mum said we had better not get carried away with dressing up as she could see trouble looming from Malc's Dad. (I learned later in life that she had taken a lot of flack from him and also from Dad's sister-in-law, Brenda's Mum who was convinced that she was making me a queer sissy.) I was disappointed as was J. but there were plenty of other fun things to do. However I had managed to sneak one of the nighty's from the box and kept it hidden with my old petticoat under the loose floorboard in my bedroom. When I thought everyone was asleep I would put it on and snuggle deep down in the bedclothes. I was too shy of it to even admit that to J.

One morning Jane came early into my room and woke me up with a tickle. I was in my jamas that night but as she pulled the bedclothes back to get at me my trouser fly gaped open and she stared at my willy. To my embarrassment it was a little bit stiff as I needed a pee and recently I suppose hormones had been kicking in. She was fascinated by my little willy. She wanted to play with it and tried to. She was a good deal stronger than me, I suppose it was all that horse riding; she sat on my chest facing my feet and tickled my willy as I struggled to get her off. Then it happened for the first time. I felt a strong sensation and thought I was going to wet the bed when out spurted a little of my first ever orgasm. She jumped back with a look of horror on her face and rushed back to her room. I was so embarrassed. I used my hanky to wipe up the spill and went to bathroom to pee.

There was a strained silence between us at breakfast. Mum wanted to know why we had quarrelled. We said we hadn't. Afterwards we went into the garden together and I started to say sorry. She said it didn't matter and that she knew all about that sort of thing from school lessons. I was intrigued because I didn't know anything about it and was worried that I was sick or something. Bless her, she saw I was about to cry so she gave me hug and sat with me and told me all that she had learned at school about it. I did feel a lot better then and she promised she wouldn't do that again.

But she did. And this time we were caught by Aunty who told Mum who told Dad and I was deeply in the dog box as was Jane. And when Aunty and Uncle arrived a few days later they heard too. There was such a row over it. Uncle was furious that Mum had allowed us to get into such a situation and Aunty Nel just cried about her poor innocent little girl. The whole wonderful holiday seemed ruined.

We did manage one last fling though. Uncle and Aunt had to visit a specialist in London and Mum went with them to give Aunt Nel support. Dad was at work. While they were gone Aunty said she felt sorry for us and blamed herself for spoiling the whole thing. She said to make up for it we could play dress up for the whole morning, as they wouldn't be back until mid afternoon. My baby sister wanted to join in but Aunty spirited her off to the crèche for the day.

What bliss. We tried on all the dresses that had recently arrived and those from before. My favourite, which had been that beautiful red velvet dress now became the Alice in Wonderland white one with the blue edging. I wore it with 'my' white knee socks and the shiny black maryjanes. There was a pretty petticoat that Aunty said was made to match it and panties all in lacy white. Jane did my hair and we sat all morning playing monopoly both dressed identically.

And that is the end of my tale. Yes we did keep most of the clothes in my wardrobe and yes I did play more dress up games but alone or in scout concerts. Uncle forbade J from writing to me and I'm sure she didn't get my letters. The only time the family met afterwards was at funerals and even then there were icicles in the air. No, not a tale so much, but a condensed version of all that actually happened in those innocent days of my youth. I have thinly disguised the names and places of course but if anyone should recognise any do send me an e.

Angela Jane Muncey

  

  

  

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