The restaurant where we dined was a nice Italian place in eastern Queens. Like most places that were around fifty years ago, it's been torn down. But at the time its large back dinning room had a very special purpose in Miss Helen's work.
Madame, Aunt Jeanette & I were the first in our group to arrive. We were seated at a large table, baskets of fresh bread and breadsticks in front of us, smells of good cooking wafting through the place. The ladies ordered wine, I asked for grape juice.
When the beverages came the rest of the group joined us. I was certainly glad to see Kathleen! Miss Helen was also there, as were Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid. I was also pleased to see Wendy & Veronica, & a lady whom I soon learned was Wendy's Aunt Barbara, who had helped turned Richard into Veronica!
We soon sat down so that Veronica and I were next to each other.
Miss Barbara was a medium sized lady with reddish-blond hair and a ready smile. She asked me, "How has the day been so far?"
"It's been wonderful, thank you. I like being a young lady. This has been a dream come true for me."
"Do you like the restaurant, Priscilla?" Miss Helen asked.
"Yes, it's very nice. I'm looking forward to the pasta primavera."
"Are you a vegetarian like your aunt?"
"Not yet. I still have to eat meat as long as I'm with my parents."
Miss Helen said, "I bring boys here to train them in girlish table manners. I'm glad to say most of them learn quite fast."
"Their mommies make them practice at home, I'll bet!"
"I certainly hope so."
I didn't know how much I should or could say, I didn't know if we could be overheard, so during the meal I kept my own words to a minimum. But after we left the restaurant I asked if I could ride with Miss Barbara & Veronica, who had come in Miss Helen's car with Kathleen.
"So, how did you become Veronica?" I asked Richard.
"The same way you became Priscilla. Wendy had me meet her aunt, who said she would turn me into a girl so I could watch her niece." My friend paused a few seconds before he said, "I like the way I look as a girl. I wonder if I could do something useful with it."
"What do mean useful?" Miss Barbara asked.
"Well, let's say there was some boy who was being nasty to girls. If I and another boy were disguised, we could give the bully such a beating that he'd never bother girls again."
"Good idea!" Kathleen exclaimed. "Got any other boy in mind?'
Veronica smiled at me. I smiled back.
But that's for a future story!!
Miss Helen, Kathleen and I were in Aunt Jeanette's apartment, two nieces having a good time with their aunts. When bedtime came our aunts were in the large bedroom, Kathleen & I in the smaller one. My girlfriend said she didn't want to be penetrated, so I respected her decision. But we did enjoy fondling each other!
TO BE CONTINUED!!
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 10
Miss Erika had me stand in front of the mirror, a chair directly behind me.
"I don't want you to look at me, Priscilla, I want you to look directly at the pretty girl in the mirror. Isn't she lovely?"
"Yes, Miss Ericka."
Then she said, "Please lift your skirt, Priscilla."
"My..my skirt, Miss Erika?"
"Your skirt, missy".
I did so.
"Now please lift your petticoat".
I raised that garment.
"Your panties look lovely, dearie. May I pull them down?"
"Pull them...no..."
"No?" Miss Erika said, a note of disapproval in her voice.
"I'm sorry, Miss Erika. Please pull down my panties."
"That's better," she laughed as she slid the garment to my ankles, revealing my erection.
"Well, young lady, either your clitoris is much larger than average, or..."
I felt my face turn red. "Oh Miss Erika I'm a boy who enjoys ladies clothes. Please don't be angry with Madame or me."
"I'm not angry, Priscilla. I love to see boys dressed as girls. And what I'm going to do will make you feel even more feminine. Please sit in the chair, and keep gazing into that mirror."
I did so, feeling relieved. Then she asked, "Do you know what fellatio is?"
"Yes."
Miss Erika knelt in front of me. Was she going to...
"Please describe it."
"Well, when a lady wants to excite a boy she places her mouth on...OHHH"
Miss Erika slid her mouth up & down a few seconds, then said, "Keep your eyes wide open & fixed upon the mirror, young lady. As I do this, I want you to realize that I'm a dyke and you are my femme. I want you to repeat, 'My name is Priscilla, I love being a femme, I want to be a lady forever.'"
"My name is Priscilla, I love being a femme, I want to be a lady forever...My name is Priscilla, I love..."
Miss Erika soon brought me to a climax. She cleansed herself, then me.
"That was wonderful, Miss Erika", I said. "I really do want to be a femme."
"That's nice, Priscilla. You probably should have been born a girl, but you can change someday."
Then Madame entered the room. She was wearing a robe, and I suspected nothing underneath.
"I see you ladies have been getting acquainted," she smiled.
"Shall I remove your robe, Madame?" I asked.
"No, thank you, Priscilla. Miss Erika shall do that. You may leave until we call you."
I was about to depart when, as she removed Madame's robe, Miss Erika asked, "Would you like to watch us, Priscilla?"
"Yes. YES. YESSSS!!!" I thought. But I kept my decorum.
"It's nice of you to ask, Miss Erika, but I believe we should ask Madame's permission first."
"You're right, dearie!" the lady replied. "I beg pardon, Madame."
"Granted. And, Priscilla, I want you to please sit in that chair."
"Yes, Madame."
I watched as Miss Erika, this time in the femme role, and Madame reveled in each other's beauty and womanhood. Viewing their sensuous, non-aggressive lovemaking made me yearn to be a real woman with long hair, narrow shoulders, flawless makeup, tight waist, soft vagina, curvaceous hips, & long slender legs...instead of a boy with a growth below his belly.
(Nevertheless, I very much enjoyed how Miss Erika treated that "growth"!)
Madame and Miss Erika rested by each other's side, smiling.
"It was wonderful, Madame."
"Thank you, Erika. I'm happy you enjoyed it." Then she looked at me. "Did you enjoy it, Priscilla?"
"It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Madame. Thank you again, and thank you Miss Erika, for allowing me to watch,"
"Our pleasure, my femme", Miss Erika said. "Surely Kathleen and you will make love in this fashion someday."
"Yes, well, uh, Madame, should I make some tea?"
"Good idea, Priscilla. Make a cup for yourself as well."
A few minutes later we were in the kitchen, the GGs seated and, at her request, me standing next to Miss Erika. She placed her arm around my waist.
"So what do you think of my girl Priscilla?" Madame asked.
"She's a very charming and efficient young lady, Madame. You're lucky to have her."
"You're very kind, Miss Erika."
"She's accurate, too", Madame added.
Then Miss Erika arose. "I've another appointment to keep, but I hope to see both of you again. It was very nice meeting you, Priscilla. Don't be in a hurry to go back to being a boy."
"I'm not, Miss Erika", I smiled.
Madame and I were soon downstairs in one of the dressing rooms. She helped me remove my maid's clothes and was putting me into a pretty pink tutu.
"The last time you wore a tutu it was lavender, dearie", Madame said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"About seven years ago I had a group of boys whose mothers had turned them into girls for one of the boys birthdays. Except for one boy, all of them seemed to dislike being girls."
"I was that exception, Madame. But please don't ask about the other boys."
"I won't, Priscilla." Then she stepped back. "Take a look at my newest swan."
I gazed into the mirror at a girl in pink slippers, white tights, a frilly pink tutu, short blonde hair & tiara. Madame had put on a lavender leotard, black fishnets & black pointe shoes.
"Look at us, Priscilla, two charming swans."
"I'm afraid when I start dancing I'll look like a ruptured duck."
Madame burst into laughter. "That's what my first teacher called ME!"
"By now she knows better, I hope."
"She does. But I want you to practice by yourself for a few minutes, dear. I need to make some calls."
Madame put a few records on the stereo, then left me alone in the studio. As I practiced I hoped that soon I could be part of a real class...but in 1964 things could be unpleasant for a boy who told his parents he wanted to be a ballerina!
Several minutes later I was at the barre when the doorbell rang. Madame was still busy, so I walked to the door and peeked through the blinds. I saw my Aunt Jeanette, smartly dressed as usual. I opened the door and danced (more or less) back to the barre. Then the music ended.
"Very nice, young lady", she said.
I curtseyed and said, "Thank you, Miss Jeanette..." and I gave her last name.
"Carl?" she said in a surprised tone.
"Carl is one of your nephews. I'm you niece Priscilla."
Aunt Jeanette smiled. "You're even prettier than I hoped. That tutu looks wonderful, & the suit should also look as good."
"Thank you. Do I look as pretty as you did when you were a girl?"
"No, dear, you look prettier."
I placed my hands firmly on my hips. "IMPOSSIBLE!" I exclaimed.
"All too possible...Priscilla. My friend Helen certainly outdid herself on you."
Then Madame joined us. "Oh, Madame, this is my Aunt--"
"Jeanette?" Madame said.
"Um, Aunt Jeanette, this is---"
"Raisa?" Aunt Jeanette said.
Soon they were hugging each other. I walked to the mirror, put out my right hand and said, "How do you do, my name's Priscilla."
"What a coincidence, my name's also Priscilla!"
The ladies laughed and called me over. "Madame worked for my company when she first came to New York", my aunt explained. "We haven't seen each other for a few years."
"But it's nice to see you now, Jeanette. And you have such a charming nephew who wants to be your niece!"
"Carl does look good as Priscilla, but we have a lot to talk about", Jeanette said. "But I arranged for Priscilla and me to have dinner with friends tonight. Would you like to join us?'
"Thank you, I would."
"I'll help Priscilla get dressed and we'll meet you outside. " Jeanette said.
Soon my aunt and I were inside her car. She asked me if I truly liked being a girl.
"I LOVE being a girl, Aunt Jeanette. This whole day has been THE greatest of my life. I got made into a pretty young lady, I saw Kathleen dance, I have friends who like me being a girl..."
"Please count ME as one of those friends." Aunt Jeanette said. "You know I love my sisters & my sisters-in-law, especially your mom, but I've always felt sad that they never presented me with a niece. But if you want to be my niece as well as my nephew, I'll accept that. BUT, and mark my words, I want you to conduct yourself as a proper young lady. I do NOT want you to smear on makeup & throw on a dress & say, "LOOKIT ME! I'M A GIRL".
"I'll never do anything like that, Aunt Jeanette. I respect girls and women, and I always want people to think I'm a real young lady."
"From what Helen told me, people already do!" she laughed.
Madame entered the car, and we drove to the restaurant.
TO BE CONTINUED!!
"I don't want you to look at me, Priscilla, I want you to look directly at the pretty girl in the mirror. Isn't she lovely?"
"Yes, Miss Ericka."
Then she said, "Please lift your skirt, Priscilla."
"My..my skirt, Miss Erika?"
"Your skirt, missy".
I did so.
"Now please lift your petticoat".
I raised that garment.
"Your panties look lovely, dearie. May I pull them down?"
"Pull them...no..."
"No?" Miss Erika said, a note of disapproval in her voice.
"I'm sorry, Miss Erika. Please pull down my panties."
"That's better," she laughed as she slid the garment to my ankles, revealing my erection.
"Well, young lady, either your clitoris is much larger than average, or..."
I felt my face turn red. "Oh Miss Erika I'm a boy who enjoys ladies clothes. Please don't be angry with Madame or me."
"I'm not angry, Priscilla. I love to see boys dressed as girls. And what I'm going to do will make you feel even more feminine. Please sit in the chair, and keep gazing into that mirror."
I did so, feeling relieved. Then she asked, "Do you know what fellatio is?"
"Yes."
Miss Erika knelt in front of me. Was she going to...
"Please describe it."
"Well, when a lady wants to excite a boy she places her mouth on...OHHH"
Miss Erika slid her mouth up & down a few seconds, then said, "Keep your eyes wide open & fixed upon the mirror, young lady. As I do this, I want you to realize that I'm a dyke and you are my femme. I want you to repeat, 'My name is Priscilla, I love being a femme, I want to be a lady forever.'"
"My name is Priscilla, I love being a femme, I want to be a lady forever...My name is Priscilla, I love..."
Miss Erika soon brought me to a climax. She cleansed herself, then me.
"That was wonderful, Miss Erika", I said. "I really do want to be a femme."
"That's nice, Priscilla. You probably should have been born a girl, but you can change someday."
Then Madame entered the room. She was wearing a robe, and I suspected nothing underneath.
"I see you ladies have been getting acquainted," she smiled.
"Shall I remove your robe, Madame?" I asked.
"No, thank you, Priscilla. Miss Erika shall do that. You may leave until we call you."
I was about to depart when, as she removed Madame's robe, Miss Erika asked, "Would you like to watch us, Priscilla?"
"Yes. YES. YESSSS!!!" I thought. But I kept my decorum.
"It's nice of you to ask, Miss Erika, but I believe we should ask Madame's permission first."
"You're right, dearie!" the lady replied. "I beg pardon, Madame."
"Granted. And, Priscilla, I want you to please sit in that chair."
"Yes, Madame."
I watched as Miss Erika, this time in the femme role, and Madame reveled in each other's beauty and womanhood. Viewing their sensuous, non-aggressive lovemaking made me yearn to be a real woman with long hair, narrow shoulders, flawless makeup, tight waist, soft vagina, curvaceous hips, & long slender legs...instead of a boy with a growth below his belly.
(Nevertheless, I very much enjoyed how Miss Erika treated that "growth"!)
Madame and Miss Erika rested by each other's side, smiling.
"It was wonderful, Madame."
"Thank you, Erika. I'm happy you enjoyed it." Then she looked at me. "Did you enjoy it, Priscilla?"
"It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Madame. Thank you again, and thank you Miss Erika, for allowing me to watch,"
"Our pleasure, my femme", Miss Erika said. "Surely Kathleen and you will make love in this fashion someday."
"Yes, well, uh, Madame, should I make some tea?"
"Good idea, Priscilla. Make a cup for yourself as well."
A few minutes later we were in the kitchen, the GGs seated and, at her request, me standing next to Miss Erika. She placed her arm around my waist.
"So what do you think of my girl Priscilla?" Madame asked.
"She's a very charming and efficient young lady, Madame. You're lucky to have her."
"You're very kind, Miss Erika."
"She's accurate, too", Madame added.
Then Miss Erika arose. "I've another appointment to keep, but I hope to see both of you again. It was very nice meeting you, Priscilla. Don't be in a hurry to go back to being a boy."
"I'm not, Miss Erika", I smiled.
Madame and I were soon downstairs in one of the dressing rooms. She helped me remove my maid's clothes and was putting me into a pretty pink tutu.
"The last time you wore a tutu it was lavender, dearie", Madame said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"About seven years ago I had a group of boys whose mothers had turned them into girls for one of the boys birthdays. Except for one boy, all of them seemed to dislike being girls."
"I was that exception, Madame. But please don't ask about the other boys."
"I won't, Priscilla." Then she stepped back. "Take a look at my newest swan."
I gazed into the mirror at a girl in pink slippers, white tights, a frilly pink tutu, short blonde hair & tiara. Madame had put on a lavender leotard, black fishnets & black pointe shoes.
"Look at us, Priscilla, two charming swans."
"I'm afraid when I start dancing I'll look like a ruptured duck."
Madame burst into laughter. "That's what my first teacher called ME!"
"By now she knows better, I hope."
"She does. But I want you to practice by yourself for a few minutes, dear. I need to make some calls."
Madame put a few records on the stereo, then left me alone in the studio. As I practiced I hoped that soon I could be part of a real class...but in 1964 things could be unpleasant for a boy who told his parents he wanted to be a ballerina!
Several minutes later I was at the barre when the doorbell rang. Madame was still busy, so I walked to the door and peeked through the blinds. I saw my Aunt Jeanette, smartly dressed as usual. I opened the door and danced (more or less) back to the barre. Then the music ended.
"Very nice, young lady", she said.
I curtseyed and said, "Thank you, Miss Jeanette..." and I gave her last name.
"Carl?" she said in a surprised tone.
"Carl is one of your nephews. I'm you niece Priscilla."
Aunt Jeanette smiled. "You're even prettier than I hoped. That tutu looks wonderful, & the suit should also look as good."
"Thank you. Do I look as pretty as you did when you were a girl?"
"No, dear, you look prettier."
I placed my hands firmly on my hips. "IMPOSSIBLE!" I exclaimed.
"All too possible...Priscilla. My friend Helen certainly outdid herself on you."
Then Madame joined us. "Oh, Madame, this is my Aunt--"
"Jeanette?" Madame said.
"Um, Aunt Jeanette, this is---"
"Raisa?" Aunt Jeanette said.
Soon they were hugging each other. I walked to the mirror, put out my right hand and said, "How do you do, my name's Priscilla."
"What a coincidence, my name's also Priscilla!"
The ladies laughed and called me over. "Madame worked for my company when she first came to New York", my aunt explained. "We haven't seen each other for a few years."
"But it's nice to see you now, Jeanette. And you have such a charming nephew who wants to be your niece!"
"Carl does look good as Priscilla, but we have a lot to talk about", Jeanette said. "But I arranged for Priscilla and me to have dinner with friends tonight. Would you like to join us?'
"Thank you, I would."
"I'll help Priscilla get dressed and we'll meet you outside. " Jeanette said.
Soon my aunt and I were inside her car. She asked me if I truly liked being a girl.
"I LOVE being a girl, Aunt Jeanette. This whole day has been THE greatest of my life. I got made into a pretty young lady, I saw Kathleen dance, I have friends who like me being a girl..."
"Please count ME as one of those friends." Aunt Jeanette said. "You know I love my sisters & my sisters-in-law, especially your mom, but I've always felt sad that they never presented me with a niece. But if you want to be my niece as well as my nephew, I'll accept that. BUT, and mark my words, I want you to conduct yourself as a proper young lady. I do NOT want you to smear on makeup & throw on a dress & say, "LOOKIT ME! I'M A GIRL".
"I'll never do anything like that, Aunt Jeanette. I respect girls and women, and I always want people to think I'm a real young lady."
"From what Helen told me, people already do!" she laughed.
Madame entered the car, and we drove to the restaurant.
TO BE CONTINUED!!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 9
When Madame K. & I entered the bedroom, I immediately noticed the maid's outfit laid out on the bed. It was black and white with a short skirt, fishnet stockings, and a small white cap. Nearby on the dresser was a long blonde wig.
"My friend Miss Erika will be here in a few minutes, Priscilla. It will be your task to wait on her. She enjoys girls with blonde hair, so we will change your wig."
"What will I have to do, Madame?" I asked.
"Miss Erika will tell you, dearie. Now it's time to change you."
I removed my garments, except for my corset and panties. Madame removed my nylons, then she attached the fishnet stockings to the garters. I pulled up the short white petticoat, slowly (as Madame suggested), then she helped me into the maid's dress. She replaced my red wig with the blonde one, put the cap on it, then I stepped into a pair of high heels. She also put a bit more makeup on me.
"Take a look at yourself, Priscilla. You look very nice as a blonde."
I was pleased with the way I looked, and said I hoped Miss Erika would approve.
"She will, young lady, she will."
Then a doorbell rang. "That's probably Miss Erika now. I'll let her in", Madame said.
I couldn't help taking another look at myself. This morning I was in a shirt & trousers like any other boy; now I was dressed as and being called a young lady. I knew that sometime I'd have to go back to being male, so I wanted to enjoy every second of femininity.
Madame entered the bedroom first, Miss Erika close behind.
"Erika, this is our new maid, Priscilla. Priscilla, this is my friend Miss Erika."
"How do you do, Priscilla?" Miss Erika smiled
"How..." I was struck by the blonde beauty of this tall, smartly-dressed woman. I knew that Miss Erika entered a room, every woman wanted to be her and every man wanted to sleep with her.
(I soon learned that, quite often, the REVERSE was also true!)
Either a nanosecond or an eon passed before a heard a voice saying, "Priscilla, I believe it's time for you to breath!"
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Erika", I said as I suddenly remembered to curtsey.
"It's quite all right, dear, I've been told that I have a certain effect on people."
Madame said, "I have some paperwork to do, so I'll let you females get acquainted. I'll return in a while."
Miss Erika looked me up and down. "You're a very nice looking young lady, Priscilla. I believe I'll enjoy being undressed by you."
"Undressed?" I gasped.
"Certainly, my dear, that's why Madame has you wearing the maid's outfit."
"I haven't done anything like this before, Miss Erika."
"There's always a first time," she laughed. "You may put the clothes on the large chair as you remove them."
"I..I hope I do things right."
"You will, dear. Please start by removing my jacket."
I removed each garment as I was told. It wasn't long before the lady stood before me, wearing nothing but a smile.
"Do you find my body attractive, Priscilla?" she asked.
"If I may say so, Miss Erika, you have the loveliest adult body I've ever seen."
"You may say so, dearie. But why did say 'adult' body?"
"My girlfriend Kathleen has the loveliest girl body."
"Girlfriend? You don't like boys, Priscilla?"
"I'd like to say a word about boys, if I may."
"You may."
"Thank you. That word is...repulsive."
"Could not have said it better myself!" Miss Erica laughed. "But let's discuss a much better subject, namely, YOU!"
"Me? I'm just a girl, Miss Erika."
"Ahh, but I believe you are a very special girl."
I wondered if she knew how special!
TO BE CONTINUED!
"My friend Miss Erika will be here in a few minutes, Priscilla. It will be your task to wait on her. She enjoys girls with blonde hair, so we will change your wig."
"What will I have to do, Madame?" I asked.
"Miss Erika will tell you, dearie. Now it's time to change you."
I removed my garments, except for my corset and panties. Madame removed my nylons, then she attached the fishnet stockings to the garters. I pulled up the short white petticoat, slowly (as Madame suggested), then she helped me into the maid's dress. She replaced my red wig with the blonde one, put the cap on it, then I stepped into a pair of high heels. She also put a bit more makeup on me.
"Take a look at yourself, Priscilla. You look very nice as a blonde."
I was pleased with the way I looked, and said I hoped Miss Erika would approve.
"She will, young lady, she will."
Then a doorbell rang. "That's probably Miss Erika now. I'll let her in", Madame said.
I couldn't help taking another look at myself. This morning I was in a shirt & trousers like any other boy; now I was dressed as and being called a young lady. I knew that sometime I'd have to go back to being male, so I wanted to enjoy every second of femininity.
Madame entered the bedroom first, Miss Erika close behind.
"Erika, this is our new maid, Priscilla. Priscilla, this is my friend Miss Erika."
"How do you do, Priscilla?" Miss Erika smiled
"How..." I was struck by the blonde beauty of this tall, smartly-dressed woman. I knew that Miss Erika entered a room, every woman wanted to be her and every man wanted to sleep with her.
(I soon learned that, quite often, the REVERSE was also true!)
Either a nanosecond or an eon passed before a heard a voice saying, "Priscilla, I believe it's time for you to breath!"
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Erika", I said as I suddenly remembered to curtsey.
"It's quite all right, dear, I've been told that I have a certain effect on people."
Madame said, "I have some paperwork to do, so I'll let you females get acquainted. I'll return in a while."
Miss Erika looked me up and down. "You're a very nice looking young lady, Priscilla. I believe I'll enjoy being undressed by you."
"Undressed?" I gasped.
"Certainly, my dear, that's why Madame has you wearing the maid's outfit."
"I haven't done anything like this before, Miss Erika."
"There's always a first time," she laughed. "You may put the clothes on the large chair as you remove them."
"I..I hope I do things right."
"You will, dear. Please start by removing my jacket."
I removed each garment as I was told. It wasn't long before the lady stood before me, wearing nothing but a smile.
"Do you find my body attractive, Priscilla?" she asked.
"If I may say so, Miss Erika, you have the loveliest adult body I've ever seen."
"You may say so, dearie. But why did say 'adult' body?"
"My girlfriend Kathleen has the loveliest girl body."
"Girlfriend? You don't like boys, Priscilla?"
"I'd like to say a word about boys, if I may."
"You may."
"Thank you. That word is...repulsive."
"Could not have said it better myself!" Miss Erica laughed. "But let's discuss a much better subject, namely, YOU!"
"Me? I'm just a girl, Miss Erika."
"Ahh, but I believe you are a very special girl."
I wondered if she knew how special!
TO BE CONTINUED!
Sunday, March 9, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 8
I looked across the room at a girl in a pink suit, white gloves and heels, shoulder-length brown hair, standing next to Wendy, a blonde friend of ours. I whispered to Kathleen, "Is that--"
"Let's walk over and find out", she smiled.
We crossed the room. Kathleen greeted Wendy, then the four of us slipped into a nearby hallway.
I smiled at the girl in the pink suit and quietly asked, "Richard?"
My smile was returned. "No, Veronica. Carl?"
"No, Priscilla."
"You look very nice, Richard, I mean Veronica."
"Thank you, Carl, I mean, Priscilla. So do you."
"We're lucky to have boyfriends who are willing to become girls for us, aren't we, Wendy?" Kathleen asked.
"We are, but I think they didn't do it just for us," Wendy replied. She then said to me, "This isn't your first time in girls clothes, is it, Priscilla?"
I was about to respond when Madame K. approached our group. She smiled as she said, "Wendy &...Veronica, I want you to please excuse Kathleen &...Priscilla. I must talk to them in private."
The way Madame K. said the second and fourth names made me think she suspected something.
"Yes, Madame, Veronica and I have to leave anyway", Wendy said, her voice a bit shaky. "We'll see you girls later."
"Goodbye, girls", we said.
"Now I want both of you young ladies to please follow me upstairs."
We entered a small office. Madame said for us to take seat.
"First of all, Kathleen, I want to say how well you danced today. I believe you can become a professional dancer."
"Thank you, Madame!" Kathleen exclaimed. I also smiled at what Madame K. said.
"And, as for you, Priscilla, you handled those boys quite well."
"Thank you, ma'am, I have to keep my older--"
"You may drop the accent and the story, young...must I finish the sentence?"
"No," I sighed. "I guess you realize that I'm really a boy."
"I do, but you'll be glad to hear that no one else does. I heard a few people say they thought the girls in the blue and pink suits looked very nice."
"I'm glad to hear that. And, please, PLEASE don't be angry with Kathleen. This was all my idea! I had heard--."
"Why do think I'm angry, Priscilla?"
"You aren't?"
"Certainly not!" she laughed. "I think every boy should experience what's happened to you today...and what might happen later."
"That's good news, Madame. I like girls and women very much, and I wish I could have a female body for a few hours, but I don't think I could be a girl forever."
"And I don't want you to be a girl forever, but I'm glad you're one for this afternoon." Kathleen said. Then she arose and kissed me on the mouth.
"With Kathleen's permission, and of course yours, I want you to spend some time with my friend Miss Erika and me. I have something very special planned for you."
"Will I get to wear a tutu?" I asked hopefully?
"Yes, but that will come later. Now, Kathleen, it's time for you to go with your aunt and the other ladies. Priscilla will be in good hands."
"Yes, Madame." They hugged each other. Then Kathleen hugged and kissed me, then she left.
"What do you have in mind, Madame?"
I asked.
"Come into the bedroom with me and find out", the lady replied.
TO BE CONTINUED!
"Let's walk over and find out", she smiled.
We crossed the room. Kathleen greeted Wendy, then the four of us slipped into a nearby hallway.
I smiled at the girl in the pink suit and quietly asked, "Richard?"
My smile was returned. "No, Veronica. Carl?"
"No, Priscilla."
"You look very nice, Richard, I mean Veronica."
"Thank you, Carl, I mean, Priscilla. So do you."
"We're lucky to have boyfriends who are willing to become girls for us, aren't we, Wendy?" Kathleen asked.
"We are, but I think they didn't do it just for us," Wendy replied. She then said to me, "This isn't your first time in girls clothes, is it, Priscilla?"
I was about to respond when Madame K. approached our group. She smiled as she said, "Wendy &...Veronica, I want you to please excuse Kathleen &...Priscilla. I must talk to them in private."
The way Madame K. said the second and fourth names made me think she suspected something.
"Yes, Madame, Veronica and I have to leave anyway", Wendy said, her voice a bit shaky. "We'll see you girls later."
"Goodbye, girls", we said.
"Now I want both of you young ladies to please follow me upstairs."
We entered a small office. Madame said for us to take seat.
"First of all, Kathleen, I want to say how well you danced today. I believe you can become a professional dancer."
"Thank you, Madame!" Kathleen exclaimed. I also smiled at what Madame K. said.
"And, as for you, Priscilla, you handled those boys quite well."
"Thank you, ma'am, I have to keep my older--"
"You may drop the accent and the story, young...must I finish the sentence?"
"No," I sighed. "I guess you realize that I'm really a boy."
"I do, but you'll be glad to hear that no one else does. I heard a few people say they thought the girls in the blue and pink suits looked very nice."
"I'm glad to hear that. And, please, PLEASE don't be angry with Kathleen. This was all my idea! I had heard--."
"Why do think I'm angry, Priscilla?"
"You aren't?"
"Certainly not!" she laughed. "I think every boy should experience what's happened to you today...and what might happen later."
"That's good news, Madame. I like girls and women very much, and I wish I could have a female body for a few hours, but I don't think I could be a girl forever."
"And I don't want you to be a girl forever, but I'm glad you're one for this afternoon." Kathleen said. Then she arose and kissed me on the mouth.
"With Kathleen's permission, and of course yours, I want you to spend some time with my friend Miss Erika and me. I have something very special planned for you."
"Will I get to wear a tutu?" I asked hopefully?
"Yes, but that will come later. Now, Kathleen, it's time for you to go with your aunt and the other ladies. Priscilla will be in good hands."
"Yes, Madame." They hugged each other. Then Kathleen hugged and kissed me, then she left.
"What do you have in mind, Madame?"
I asked.
"Come into the bedroom with me and find out", the lady replied.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 7
Kathleen, Elizabeth and I entered a small room near the staircase. I don't remember all the furnishings, but it did have a closet & a few chairs, as well as a few throwrugs.
"Are you wearing a corset, Carl, I mean, Priscilla?"
"Yes. It feels wonderful."
"So you like being a girl?" Elizabeth asked.
"I LOVE being a girl, at least for this afternoon so I could watch Kathleen," I said.
"I'm glad you feel that way, Priscilla. I would like to see that corset."
"I have to ..to take off my suit."
Kathleen and Elizabeth were disrobing as my girlfriend said, "I know, dearie. I want to see you in your corset and stockings. I think you'll look very girly."
"Not as girly as we are about to look", Elizabeth laughed.
I removed my suit, petticoat and blouse. By this time both young ladies were wearing nothing but looks of anticipation.
"You look so girly, Priscilla," Kathleen said. "I want you to kiss me."
I had dreamed of seeing Kathleen as she was now, naked on a chair. "You're even prettier than I hoped," I said, trying not to breathe too heavily.
"So are you", she giggled. Then she sat down on a chair, a rug in front of her. "Now please come here & kiss me."
My mouth formed an O, but Kathleen said, "No, Priscilla, not on the mouth for now. I want you to kiss me where girls kiss each other when boys aren't around."
"And there aren't any boys here, are there, Priscilla?" Elizabeth asked, grinning.
"You want me to kiss you...between your legs?" I asked.
"Very much so. Don't you want to?"
I knelt down and put my tongue on Kathleen's clitoris, for the first time. She squealed with enjoyment as I stroked up and down.
"Yes...yes...oh Priscilla you ARE a lesbian!"
Soon Elizabeth said, "That looks nice. May I have a kiss, Priscilla?"
I looked up at Kathleen, who nodded yes. Then I licked the dark-haired girl, who also enjoyed it.
I put my clothes back on, the other girls put on skirts and blouses. Then we went upstairs to have some refreshments,
Madame K. and Miss Helen greeted us. The first smiled at me, then said, "You look like a charming young lady, Priscilla. I want to talk with you after the others have left."
Of course I wondered if she suspected something...but her smile seemed to say that she wasn't displeased by anything!
Then I looked across the room, and saw something that made me think, "Oh, no, it can't be. Or can it?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
"Are you wearing a corset, Carl, I mean, Priscilla?"
"Yes. It feels wonderful."
"So you like being a girl?" Elizabeth asked.
"I LOVE being a girl, at least for this afternoon so I could watch Kathleen," I said.
"I'm glad you feel that way, Priscilla. I would like to see that corset."
"I have to ..to take off my suit."
Kathleen and Elizabeth were disrobing as my girlfriend said, "I know, dearie. I want to see you in your corset and stockings. I think you'll look very girly."
"Not as girly as we are about to look", Elizabeth laughed.
I removed my suit, petticoat and blouse. By this time both young ladies were wearing nothing but looks of anticipation.
"You look so girly, Priscilla," Kathleen said. "I want you to kiss me."
I had dreamed of seeing Kathleen as she was now, naked on a chair. "You're even prettier than I hoped," I said, trying not to breathe too heavily.
"So are you", she giggled. Then she sat down on a chair, a rug in front of her. "Now please come here & kiss me."
My mouth formed an O, but Kathleen said, "No, Priscilla, not on the mouth for now. I want you to kiss me where girls kiss each other when boys aren't around."
"And there aren't any boys here, are there, Priscilla?" Elizabeth asked, grinning.
"You want me to kiss you...between your legs?" I asked.
"Very much so. Don't you want to?"
I knelt down and put my tongue on Kathleen's clitoris, for the first time. She squealed with enjoyment as I stroked up and down.
"Yes...yes...oh Priscilla you ARE a lesbian!"
Soon Elizabeth said, "That looks nice. May I have a kiss, Priscilla?"
I looked up at Kathleen, who nodded yes. Then I licked the dark-haired girl, who also enjoyed it.
I put my clothes back on, the other girls put on skirts and blouses. Then we went upstairs to have some refreshments,
Madame K. and Miss Helen greeted us. The first smiled at me, then said, "You look like a charming young lady, Priscilla. I want to talk with you after the others have left."
Of course I wondered if she suspected something...but her smile seemed to say that she wasn't displeased by anything!
Then I looked across the room, and saw something that made me think, "Oh, no, it can't be. Or can it?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
Sunday, March 2, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 6
As Miss Krammer & I went inside, she told me that Miss Helen and her neighbors were helping prepare the girls for their numbers, and that they would soon join us in the first row.
After we sat down I whispered to her, "I'm very pleased that everyone seems to think I'm a real girl."
"That's because you're well-dressed, your movements are graceful, and your voice hasn't changed yet," Miss Krammer commented. "This is your first time in public as a girl, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss Krammer. But I've practiced being a girl at home, and at my favorite aunt's house, but that's when nobody was around."
"It's paid off, dearie. And, as long as you are Priscilla, you may call me, Miss Caroline."
"Your first name? I'm honored, Miss Kra-I mean, Miss Caroline."
Then the other ladies sat down, Miss Helen closest to me. She had a frown on her face.
"You took a very big risk just now, Priscilla, challenging those boys. What if they had suspected...something?"
I explained my concern for ***, then said, "It's a tribute to YOUR skills that they didn't suspect ...anything!"
I was pleased to see her frown reverse itself. "Flattery will get you somewhere, dearie, but be more careful in the future!"
"I'm sorry I upset you, Miss Helen. I won't do anything like that again."
The house dimmed, the recital began.
As with most recitals, this one started with the youngest girls. After a few tap numbers the ballet students took the stage. The last number before Kathleen was scheduled consisted of ten girls in pink and white fairy tutus.
But I wondered if they were ALL girls!
I whispered to Miss Helen, "Are there any boys on stage?"
"There certainly are, but I won't point to them. Try to figure out on your own who they are."
I suspected at least four, but I never knew for sure.
The penultimate number was "Hansel and Gretel". A 15-year old girl named Elizabeth had the male role, while Kathleen had the girl's part.
I was enchanted, as I hoped everyone else was, at the gracefulness displayed by my girlfriend.
Watching her in a dirndl costume with a few petticoats made me realize how much I loved her; it also made me realize how someday I'd like to be on stage as a graceful young lady.
During the well-earned applause Miss Helen asked me, "You want to be in the Hansel & Gretel ballet someday, don't you, Priscilla?"
"I do, but certainly not as Hansel!" I replied.
The finale was a pas de duex with Madame K. in male costume and Kathleen in a romantic tutu. Of course I was envious of the teacher!
After the recital it was time for refreshments in another part of the building. But before we went there, Kathleen came over to me and said, "Priscilla, my aunt has outdone herself, you look wonderful! I hope you feel wonderful, too."
"I do, Kathleen. It's been one of the greatest days I've ever had."
She introduced me to Elizabeth, who was still in Hansel garb. I could see the girl was pleased by what I was wearing.
"Come downstairs with me while we change, Priscilla. We'll have time for some girl talk", Kathleen smiled.
Elizabeth also smiled. "Girl action, too."
TO BE CONTINUED!
After we sat down I whispered to her, "I'm very pleased that everyone seems to think I'm a real girl."
"That's because you're well-dressed, your movements are graceful, and your voice hasn't changed yet," Miss Krammer commented. "This is your first time in public as a girl, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss Krammer. But I've practiced being a girl at home, and at my favorite aunt's house, but that's when nobody was around."
"It's paid off, dearie. And, as long as you are Priscilla, you may call me, Miss Caroline."
"Your first name? I'm honored, Miss Kra-I mean, Miss Caroline."
Then the other ladies sat down, Miss Helen closest to me. She had a frown on her face.
"You took a very big risk just now, Priscilla, challenging those boys. What if they had suspected...something?"
I explained my concern for ***, then said, "It's a tribute to YOUR skills that they didn't suspect ...anything!"
I was pleased to see her frown reverse itself. "Flattery will get you somewhere, dearie, but be more careful in the future!"
"I'm sorry I upset you, Miss Helen. I won't do anything like that again."
The house dimmed, the recital began.
As with most recitals, this one started with the youngest girls. After a few tap numbers the ballet students took the stage. The last number before Kathleen was scheduled consisted of ten girls in pink and white fairy tutus.
But I wondered if they were ALL girls!
I whispered to Miss Helen, "Are there any boys on stage?"
"There certainly are, but I won't point to them. Try to figure out on your own who they are."
I suspected at least four, but I never knew for sure.
The penultimate number was "Hansel and Gretel". A 15-year old girl named Elizabeth had the male role, while Kathleen had the girl's part.
I was enchanted, as I hoped everyone else was, at the gracefulness displayed by my girlfriend.
Watching her in a dirndl costume with a few petticoats made me realize how much I loved her; it also made me realize how someday I'd like to be on stage as a graceful young lady.
During the well-earned applause Miss Helen asked me, "You want to be in the Hansel & Gretel ballet someday, don't you, Priscilla?"
"I do, but certainly not as Hansel!" I replied.
The finale was a pas de duex with Madame K. in male costume and Kathleen in a romantic tutu. Of course I was envious of the teacher!
After the recital it was time for refreshments in another part of the building. But before we went there, Kathleen came over to me and said, "Priscilla, my aunt has outdone herself, you look wonderful! I hope you feel wonderful, too."
"I do, Kathleen. It's been one of the greatest days I've ever had."
She introduced me to Elizabeth, who was still in Hansel garb. I could see the girl was pleased by what I was wearing.
"Come downstairs with me while we change, Priscilla. We'll have time for some girl talk", Kathleen smiled.
Elizabeth also smiled. "Girl action, too."
TO BE CONTINUED!
In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 5
I was about 10 feet from the group of boys when, in what I hoped was a convincing West Texas accent, I asked, "Which one of y'all's in charge?"
"I all is!" responded the boy I recognized as Tony, a black-haired smart aleck who had premature facial hair.
I switched to Brooklynese. "Yo, is I makin' funna de way youse talk?"
Tony seemed unhappy, so I said, "STOP! Don't come any closer!"
Three other boys smiled as they stopped. The fourth, ***, had a worried look. It was the look on the fifth boy, whose name I didn't know so I'll call him Scowl, that upset me. But I knew I had to hold my ground.
I said to Tony, "I am Miss Priscilla from El Paso, Texas. What's your name?"
"I'm Tony. What are you doing here, Pris?"
I firmly placed my hands on my corseted hips. "MISS PRISCILLA, if you please! All three syllables! And I request, but in your case I DEMAND, that you call me MISS as a sign of respect for my oncoming Texas womanhood."
"Are all the girls in Texas as tough as you?" Tony asked.
"I have to be! I've got three older brothers, and mom has passed away, so I have to make them walk the line. You New Yorkites are pushovers compared to them. But tell me why y'all want to make trouble here."
"That Ruskie teacher won't let us in to the recital just because we're boys. There's a girl named Kathleen who I wanna see dance, and other guys here have sisters."
I hid my displeasure at hearing this (deleted) dare to mention Kathleen's name, then calmly said, "These girls have worked hard for their recital, so you shouldn't disrupt them. I'll talk to the teacher & see if I can do anything to get her to let you into the next recital."
Tony grinned, then said, "OK, Pris--Miss Priscilla. Let's go, guys."
As I turned I heard that unknown boy say, "We oughta take that bitch under the railroad bridge and--"
Scowl's discourse was interrupted by what sounded like a punch in the nose. I turned and saw Tony standing over him.
"Knock it off, you fu...fu...FOOL! Don't you know a lady when you see one?'
Upon hearing that, what else could I do but bestow my most ladylike curtsey on Tony? He smiled, then he and the others helped Scowl to his feet, then they left.
By this time most of the people, including Miss Helen and her neighbors, were already inside the school. I immediately recognized one of the women on the steps as Miss Krammar, one of my favorite grammar school teachers. She looked nice in a pale blue suit and dark accessories.
"One moment, please, young lady", she said as she smiled. "You handled that very well. Your parents must be proud of you."
"My daddy and brothers are proud of me, Miss Kr-- ma'am. My mother was killed by a drunk driver a few weeks after I was born."
"I'm so sorry, dear." She paused and said," My name is Miss Krammar. And your name?"
"I'm Priscilla, ma'am".
"Nice to meet you, dear. Priscilla's a lovely name, a name that can't be spelled without the letters C, A, R, L."
"H-how did you know, Miss Krammar?"
"Your friend and mine Miss Helen told me. When you were my student a few years ago, I thought you might enjoy being one of her girls."
"Why didn't you say anything then?"
"I didn't have tenure yet", she laughed. "Let's go inside and watch the other girls."
"The OTHER girls? I like the sound of that."
"I like being able to say it!"
TO BE CONTINUED!
"I all is!" responded the boy I recognized as Tony, a black-haired smart aleck who had premature facial hair.
I switched to Brooklynese. "Yo, is I makin' funna de way youse talk?"
Tony seemed unhappy, so I said, "STOP! Don't come any closer!"
Three other boys smiled as they stopped. The fourth, ***, had a worried look. It was the look on the fifth boy, whose name I didn't know so I'll call him Scowl, that upset me. But I knew I had to hold my ground.
I said to Tony, "I am Miss Priscilla from El Paso, Texas. What's your name?"
"I'm Tony. What are you doing here, Pris?"
I firmly placed my hands on my corseted hips. "MISS PRISCILLA, if you please! All three syllables! And I request, but in your case I DEMAND, that you call me MISS as a sign of respect for my oncoming Texas womanhood."
"Are all the girls in Texas as tough as you?" Tony asked.
"I have to be! I've got three older brothers, and mom has passed away, so I have to make them walk the line. You New Yorkites are pushovers compared to them. But tell me why y'all want to make trouble here."
"That Ruskie teacher won't let us in to the recital just because we're boys. There's a girl named Kathleen who I wanna see dance, and other guys here have sisters."
I hid my displeasure at hearing this (deleted) dare to mention Kathleen's name, then calmly said, "These girls have worked hard for their recital, so you shouldn't disrupt them. I'll talk to the teacher & see if I can do anything to get her to let you into the next recital."
Tony grinned, then said, "OK, Pris--Miss Priscilla. Let's go, guys."
As I turned I heard that unknown boy say, "We oughta take that bitch under the railroad bridge and--"
Scowl's discourse was interrupted by what sounded like a punch in the nose. I turned and saw Tony standing over him.
"Knock it off, you fu...fu...FOOL! Don't you know a lady when you see one?'
Upon hearing that, what else could I do but bestow my most ladylike curtsey on Tony? He smiled, then he and the others helped Scowl to his feet, then they left.
By this time most of the people, including Miss Helen and her neighbors, were already inside the school. I immediately recognized one of the women on the steps as Miss Krammar, one of my favorite grammar school teachers. She looked nice in a pale blue suit and dark accessories.
"One moment, please, young lady", she said as she smiled. "You handled that very well. Your parents must be proud of you."
"My daddy and brothers are proud of me, Miss Kr-- ma'am. My mother was killed by a drunk driver a few weeks after I was born."
"I'm so sorry, dear." She paused and said," My name is Miss Krammar. And your name?"
"I'm Priscilla, ma'am".
"Nice to meet you, dear. Priscilla's a lovely name, a name that can't be spelled without the letters C, A, R, L."
"H-how did you know, Miss Krammar?"
"Your friend and mine Miss Helen told me. When you were my student a few years ago, I thought you might enjoy being one of her girls."
"Why didn't you say anything then?"
"I didn't have tenure yet", she laughed. "Let's go inside and watch the other girls."
"The OTHER girls? I like the sound of that."
"I like being able to say it!"
TO BE CONTINUED!
Saturday, March 1, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 4
Miss Helen & I sat at her kitchen table, cups of herbal tea in front of us.
"Last Friday, when you were at your aunt's place, did she say something like, 'Carl, I want you to know that you may talk to me about anything that's on your mind. I won't repeat it to anyone, including your parents, without your permission. If there's anything you want to ask me about girls, or if you've ever wondered what you'd look like if you were a girl, we can act on that. You're my favorite nephew, and I'll help you if I can. Please think it over.'"
"That's almost word for word when she said!"
"My friend Jeanette was following my advice, Priscilla. She knows you've tried on her clothes, and she figures you've tried on your mother's clothes as well."
"Every chance I get", I admitted. "I hope I didn't damage anything."
"You didn't. And I did counsel her to not come right out and ask if you had put on her things. Your reflex action probably would have been to lie that you had not."
"I would have been a young Cleopatra."
"A young Cleopatra?"
"Princess of denial!"
"Princess of the Nile", Miss Helen groaned. "I think, dearie, your corset is on way too tight."
"No, it feels OK, and I love how it has changed my figure. But I'm sorry to say I probably would have lied."
"You don't have to lie to your aunt. She called me when you were on your way here, and she's looking forward to seeing her niece later on today."
" I'm looking forward to her seeing me this way. I like being called her favorite nephew, and I hope I'll be her favorite niece."
"You'll be her ONLY niece...so far as we know!" Miss Helen laughed. "But now it's time for us to drive to the recital."
"Drive? But Kathleen's school is only five blocks from here."
"The recital's in a larger school that Madame K. borrowed from another teacher who's out of town, Priscilla. It's in another part of Queens."
Once we were in her car,our newly installed seatbelts fastened, I asked Miss Helen how she knew my Aunt Jeanette.
"We met each other in eighth grade. That was...wow, about 25 years ago! We both enjoyed ballet, but our parents couldn't afford lessons. So we borrowed some books from the library and tried to teach ourselves. We couldn't buy things like leotards, so we practiced in our underwear."
Miss Helen drew a very deep breath, then said, "What I'm about to tell you must stay between us, Priscilla."
"I give you my word, I won't repeat anything," I vowed.
"We soon realized there was a physical attraction between us. And, there still is. From time to time we've, um, slept together."
"I've wondered why Aunt Jeanette never married. I guess now I know." I waited a few seconds, then said, "I've thought that if I were a girl, a real girl, I might not like boys."
"So Priscilla is also a lesbian?" Miss Helen asked.
I waited several more seconds before I said, "Yes."
"There's so much prejudice against women and girls like your aunt and me. Please promise me that you'll never take part in it."
"I promise, friend. We girls of all kinds need to stick together."
"We girls...I like that."
About halfway to the school we passed a vacant lot where some adolescent boys were playing in a mudhole. Most of them were quite dirty.
"Look at that, Priscilla. Doesn't that make you wish you were a boy?"
"My desire to be a boy equals 1% of your desire, Miss Helen."
"That much? We'll have to decrease that!"
"Those boys are acting like pigs," I stated firmly.
Miss Helen also spoke firmly, "Young lady, you're being very unfair."
I was about to apologize, when I looked into the rear-view mirror & saw a gleam in Miss Helen's eyes.
"I'm being unfair to the pigs, aren't I?"
"Yes, dear."
Of course we burst out into what some would consider very unlady-like laughter!
My next question was, "How many other boys have you dressed as girls, Miss Helen?"
" Several, Priscilla. I won't tell you their names, because I respect their mothers' and aunts' privacy, but I've been doing this for some time. It's something I started to do on weekends, but it's become a fulltime job."
"I'll bet the boys are shocked when they're brought to your house."
"Most are, but when they realize they have no choice, they decide it's better to look like a real girl than a boy in a skirt. And, I've had some boys who have asked their moms or aunts to bring them here. I'll save those stories for another time. But, I'll tell you that some of those boys will be in tutus this afternoon."
"I think I'll enjoy trying to figure out who they are."
"You won't have any confirmations or denials from me, dearie. But I suspect you would someday enjoy being in a tutu."
"Maybe today," I said.
The school where we headed has long since been torn down, but at the time it was part of a group of stores on Grand Avenue in Queens. It was next to a parking lot. And near the parking lot was a group of adolescent boys, a few of whom had large plastic horns.
"This looks like trouble", Miss Helen said. Then she said, "There's Miss Helga's car!" She parked next to it.
We got out of the car & walked to the front of the school. Miss Helga & Miss Ingrid were on the front steps.
"Hello, ladies," Miss Helen said. "Did anything happen?"
"Hello, Helen and Priscilla. Ingrid and I came here because the place we were going to burned down."
"Oh, NO!" I exclaimed. "Was anyone hurt, or..."
"No, nothing like that happened," Miss Helga replied. "But it looks like a case of arson, maybe for insurance."
"I'm sorry that happened, but I'm glad you ladies are here."
"So are we, Priscilla." Then Miss Helga pointed to the boys about thirty feet away. "But I'm certainly NOT glad to see that group!"
"They're making me glad I am NOT a boy!" I exclaimed, in hopes that they could hear me.
There were other adults on the steps, and some girls, but the only boys around were that crew.
Then Madame K. came out. She was a tall, thirty-something Russian émigré who wore a long blue coat over her ballet garb. Her expression was that of a woman who neither gave nor took any nonsense.
"Hello, good people. The recital will begin in twenty minutes." Then she looked toward the boys & announced, "The police will be here in TEN!" The boys seemed unperturbed by that news.
I took another look at the group, and I recognized one of the boys. It was ***, a good boy who was described as "kinda slow". A few of us (including Kathleen and myself) took it upon ourselves to protect him from any bullying. I'm certain he wasn't aware what those boys had planned.
Not wanting to see *** hurt, I walked toward the group.
"Priscilla, what are you doing?" Miss Helen shouted.
"I'll explain later," I shouted back as I strode toward the group.
TO BE CONTINUED!
"Last Friday, when you were at your aunt's place, did she say something like, 'Carl, I want you to know that you may talk to me about anything that's on your mind. I won't repeat it to anyone, including your parents, without your permission. If there's anything you want to ask me about girls, or if you've ever wondered what you'd look like if you were a girl, we can act on that. You're my favorite nephew, and I'll help you if I can. Please think it over.'"
"That's almost word for word when she said!"
"My friend Jeanette was following my advice, Priscilla. She knows you've tried on her clothes, and she figures you've tried on your mother's clothes as well."
"Every chance I get", I admitted. "I hope I didn't damage anything."
"You didn't. And I did counsel her to not come right out and ask if you had put on her things. Your reflex action probably would have been to lie that you had not."
"I would have been a young Cleopatra."
"A young Cleopatra?"
"Princess of denial!"
"Princess of the Nile", Miss Helen groaned. "I think, dearie, your corset is on way too tight."
"No, it feels OK, and I love how it has changed my figure. But I'm sorry to say I probably would have lied."
"You don't have to lie to your aunt. She called me when you were on your way here, and she's looking forward to seeing her niece later on today."
" I'm looking forward to her seeing me this way. I like being called her favorite nephew, and I hope I'll be her favorite niece."
"You'll be her ONLY niece...so far as we know!" Miss Helen laughed. "But now it's time for us to drive to the recital."
"Drive? But Kathleen's school is only five blocks from here."
"The recital's in a larger school that Madame K. borrowed from another teacher who's out of town, Priscilla. It's in another part of Queens."
Once we were in her car,our newly installed seatbelts fastened, I asked Miss Helen how she knew my Aunt Jeanette.
"We met each other in eighth grade. That was...wow, about 25 years ago! We both enjoyed ballet, but our parents couldn't afford lessons. So we borrowed some books from the library and tried to teach ourselves. We couldn't buy things like leotards, so we practiced in our underwear."
Miss Helen drew a very deep breath, then said, "What I'm about to tell you must stay between us, Priscilla."
"I give you my word, I won't repeat anything," I vowed.
"We soon realized there was a physical attraction between us. And, there still is. From time to time we've, um, slept together."
"I've wondered why Aunt Jeanette never married. I guess now I know." I waited a few seconds, then said, "I've thought that if I were a girl, a real girl, I might not like boys."
"So Priscilla is also a lesbian?" Miss Helen asked.
I waited several more seconds before I said, "Yes."
"There's so much prejudice against women and girls like your aunt and me. Please promise me that you'll never take part in it."
"I promise, friend. We girls of all kinds need to stick together."
"We girls...I like that."
About halfway to the school we passed a vacant lot where some adolescent boys were playing in a mudhole. Most of them were quite dirty.
"Look at that, Priscilla. Doesn't that make you wish you were a boy?"
"My desire to be a boy equals 1% of your desire, Miss Helen."
"That much? We'll have to decrease that!"
"Those boys are acting like pigs," I stated firmly.
Miss Helen also spoke firmly, "Young lady, you're being very unfair."
I was about to apologize, when I looked into the rear-view mirror & saw a gleam in Miss Helen's eyes.
"I'm being unfair to the pigs, aren't I?"
"Yes, dear."
Of course we burst out into what some would consider very unlady-like laughter!
My next question was, "How many other boys have you dressed as girls, Miss Helen?"
" Several, Priscilla. I won't tell you their names, because I respect their mothers' and aunts' privacy, but I've been doing this for some time. It's something I started to do on weekends, but it's become a fulltime job."
"I'll bet the boys are shocked when they're brought to your house."
"Most are, but when they realize they have no choice, they decide it's better to look like a real girl than a boy in a skirt. And, I've had some boys who have asked their moms or aunts to bring them here. I'll save those stories for another time. But, I'll tell you that some of those boys will be in tutus this afternoon."
"I think I'll enjoy trying to figure out who they are."
"You won't have any confirmations or denials from me, dearie. But I suspect you would someday enjoy being in a tutu."
"Maybe today," I said.
The school where we headed has long since been torn down, but at the time it was part of a group of stores on Grand Avenue in Queens. It was next to a parking lot. And near the parking lot was a group of adolescent boys, a few of whom had large plastic horns.
"This looks like trouble", Miss Helen said. Then she said, "There's Miss Helga's car!" She parked next to it.
We got out of the car & walked to the front of the school. Miss Helga & Miss Ingrid were on the front steps.
"Hello, ladies," Miss Helen said. "Did anything happen?"
"Hello, Helen and Priscilla. Ingrid and I came here because the place we were going to burned down."
"Oh, NO!" I exclaimed. "Was anyone hurt, or..."
"No, nothing like that happened," Miss Helga replied. "But it looks like a case of arson, maybe for insurance."
"I'm sorry that happened, but I'm glad you ladies are here."
"So are we, Priscilla." Then Miss Helga pointed to the boys about thirty feet away. "But I'm certainly NOT glad to see that group!"
"They're making me glad I am NOT a boy!" I exclaimed, in hopes that they could hear me.
There were other adults on the steps, and some girls, but the only boys around were that crew.
Then Madame K. came out. She was a tall, thirty-something Russian émigré who wore a long blue coat over her ballet garb. Her expression was that of a woman who neither gave nor took any nonsense.
"Hello, good people. The recital will begin in twenty minutes." Then she looked toward the boys & announced, "The police will be here in TEN!" The boys seemed unperturbed by that news.
I took another look at the group, and I recognized one of the boys. It was ***, a good boy who was described as "kinda slow". A few of us (including Kathleen and myself) took it upon ourselves to protect him from any bullying. I'm certain he wasn't aware what those boys had planned.
Not wanting to see *** hurt, I walked toward the group.
"Priscilla, what are you doing?" Miss Helen shouted.
"I'll explain later," I shouted back as I strode toward the group.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Thursday, February 27, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 3
I opened the door. Standing in front of me was a middle-aged mail carrier.
"Good morning, Mr. Mailman," I said."I am Miss Priscilla. I'll take the mail for Miss Helen and the upstairs ladies."
"Good morning, young lady. I'm Nick. It's nice to meet you, Priscilla. I--"
"Miss Priscilla, if you please," I said, politely I hoped! "I request that men & boys call me Miss as a token of respect for my oncoming womanhood."
"Certainly, Miss Priscilla," the man replied.
Then Miss Helen joined us at the door. "Hello, Nick, I wasn't expecting you. I'm sorry I can't offer you coffee this morning."
"That's OK, Helen. I came in at the last minute so I could work overtime to buy Marie a present."
"Is Marie your wife?" I asked.
"No, Miss Priscilla, she's my girlfriend. She doesn't want to get married, she says it's the number one cause of divorce!"
Nick gave Miss Helen all the mail, then said, "Have a good day, ladies." He tipped his hat to me & said, "Very nice meeting you, Miss Priscilla."
"Nice meeting you, Mister Nick", I replied with a curtsey.
When we rejoined Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid the former said, "Well, aren't you the proper young lady! You handled that very well."
"Better than you think, Miss Helga", I laughed. "That mailman & Marie have known Carl & his parents for years! Anyway, one reason we ladies don't get the respect from the males that we deserve is because we don't request or insist on it. THIS young lady wants that respect."
"I've little doubt you'll get it. But Miss Ingrid and I have to leave now."
"Couldn't you go with us to the recital? I know you'd love to watch Kathleen, and I could use more friends in the audience."
"We've another commitment, dear," Miss Ingrid said. "But we will be at YOUR first recital."
"My recital?"
"A girl like you should study ballet," said Miss Helga. "It will make you more graceful."
"I don't know if that'll happen, but I'm glad I'll see Kathleen. Have a good time, ladies."
"You too, Priscilla."
After they left I remarked to Miss Helen, "Those sisters are very nice ladies."
"You're part right, dear. They are nice ladies, but not sisters."
"Half-sisters?"
"No."
"Cousins?"
"No." Miss Helen smiled and said, "Feel free to ask what's on your mind."
"Are they...lovers?"
"I certainly hope so, because Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid are husband and wife."
I felt my eyes widen and my jaw drop. I slowly said, "Husband...and...wife? One of those ladies is a...is a..."
"XY chromosomes, dearie, just like you, Surely you don't think it's only males YOUR age who wear lipstick and petticoats."
"No, I guess not. But how...which one?"
"You may soon learn their story, Priscilla, but for now we'll work on your story."
I looked in the mirror and said, "I want my story to be," then I shook my posterior, "A beautiful tail."
"Don't shake it that much, dearie, you're telling a tale, not an encyclopedia!"
"Actually, Miss Helen, I won't shake it at all. I want people to believe that I'm a well-behaved young lady."
"They will."
We looked at our reflections in the mirror, Miss Helen in her gray suit and I in my blue one.
"We are two charming ladies, aren't we, Priscilla?"
"Yes, we are." and then I started to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"My parents would probably throw a fit if they saw me now, but my favorite aunt might approve."
"Your aunt Jeanette will be very pleased by her niece Priscilla."
"JEANETTE!" I gasped. "H-How do you know her name?"
"Let's discuss that over a cup of herbal tea"
TO BE CONTINUED!
"Good morning, Mr. Mailman," I said."I am Miss Priscilla. I'll take the mail for Miss Helen and the upstairs ladies."
"Good morning, young lady. I'm Nick. It's nice to meet you, Priscilla. I--"
"Miss Priscilla, if you please," I said, politely I hoped! "I request that men & boys call me Miss as a token of respect for my oncoming womanhood."
"Certainly, Miss Priscilla," the man replied.
Then Miss Helen joined us at the door. "Hello, Nick, I wasn't expecting you. I'm sorry I can't offer you coffee this morning."
"That's OK, Helen. I came in at the last minute so I could work overtime to buy Marie a present."
"Is Marie your wife?" I asked.
"No, Miss Priscilla, she's my girlfriend. She doesn't want to get married, she says it's the number one cause of divorce!"
Nick gave Miss Helen all the mail, then said, "Have a good day, ladies." He tipped his hat to me & said, "Very nice meeting you, Miss Priscilla."
"Nice meeting you, Mister Nick", I replied with a curtsey.
When we rejoined Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid the former said, "Well, aren't you the proper young lady! You handled that very well."
"Better than you think, Miss Helga", I laughed. "That mailman & Marie have known Carl & his parents for years! Anyway, one reason we ladies don't get the respect from the males that we deserve is because we don't request or insist on it. THIS young lady wants that respect."
"I've little doubt you'll get it. But Miss Ingrid and I have to leave now."
"Couldn't you go with us to the recital? I know you'd love to watch Kathleen, and I could use more friends in the audience."
"We've another commitment, dear," Miss Ingrid said. "But we will be at YOUR first recital."
"My recital?"
"A girl like you should study ballet," said Miss Helga. "It will make you more graceful."
"I don't know if that'll happen, but I'm glad I'll see Kathleen. Have a good time, ladies."
"You too, Priscilla."
After they left I remarked to Miss Helen, "Those sisters are very nice ladies."
"You're part right, dear. They are nice ladies, but not sisters."
"Half-sisters?"
"No."
"Cousins?"
"No." Miss Helen smiled and said, "Feel free to ask what's on your mind."
"Are they...lovers?"
"I certainly hope so, because Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid are husband and wife."
I felt my eyes widen and my jaw drop. I slowly said, "Husband...and...wife? One of those ladies is a...is a..."
"XY chromosomes, dearie, just like you, Surely you don't think it's only males YOUR age who wear lipstick and petticoats."
"No, I guess not. But how...which one?"
"You may soon learn their story, Priscilla, but for now we'll work on your story."
I looked in the mirror and said, "I want my story to be," then I shook my posterior, "A beautiful tail."
"Don't shake it that much, dearie, you're telling a tale, not an encyclopedia!"
"Actually, Miss Helen, I won't shake it at all. I want people to believe that I'm a well-behaved young lady."
"They will."
We looked at our reflections in the mirror, Miss Helen in her gray suit and I in my blue one.
"We are two charming ladies, aren't we, Priscilla?"
"Yes, we are." and then I started to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"My parents would probably throw a fit if they saw me now, but my favorite aunt might approve."
"Your aunt Jeanette will be very pleased by her niece Priscilla."
"JEANETTE!" I gasped. "H-How do you know her name?"
"Let's discuss that over a cup of herbal tea"
TO BE CONTINUED!
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 2
Miss Helen said, "First I'll put some panties on you."
"Please give me the frilliest, most girly panties you have", I asked.
She showed me padded panties that were pink with black ruffles. "How do these look? They're specially designed to make a boy look and feel like a girl."
"They look wonderful, Miss Helen."
I stepped into them and she pulled them up my legs.
"Ooh lala, Master Priscilla!" Miss Helga exclaimed."Are you ready for that many ruffles?"
"These and more" I replied.
Miss Helen then strapped a bra to my chest & filled the cups with padding.
"This will create the illusion of a bosom", she said.
"Someday, Miss Helen, it may not be an illusion", I replied, to approving smiles from the other ladies.
"There's plenty of time to decide that, dear. And now it's time to choose a corset."
"I want the one that will make me look the most curvaceous."
"Curvaceous? " Miss Helga asked. "Where did you learn that word?"
"I think I read it somewhere, Miss Helga."
Miss Helen smiled. "It will be THE word to describe you, Master Priscilla, no matter which one you choose."
I chose one that looked the same as that which Miss Helen was wearing when I first saw her. She laced and hooked me into it, then asked how it felt.
"It's very tight, I'll need to breathe right", I replied. I was okay after a few seconds, then Miss Helen rolled stockings up my legs & attached them to the garters.
"Looking good so far, Master Priscilla", Miss Helga remarked. "I hope you feel as nice as you look."
"Thank you. I hope Kathleen thinks I look nice."
"She will, dear" Miss Helen said. "Now I want you to put on your petticoat."
I stepped into the frilly white garment & pulled it upward. Miss Helen adjusted the shoulder straps.
"We're now ready for your blouse and skirt. How do want you neckline and your hemline?"
"I want a high neckline and low hemline, please, Miss Helen. I like modesty in girls, and now that I'm a girl I want to project that same modesty."
"I'm glad to hear you say that."
She helped me put on a white blouse, then I pulled up a skirt that had a below-the knees hemline.
"Oh, I also have to choose a wig."
Miss Ingrid laughed, "Who said anything about a wig?"
"Miss Helen, I can't go out in boy's hair!" I protested.
"She's only teasing, Master Priscilla. I think you'll look nice in a red shoulder-length wig."
"You're probably right. Both my Mom and my Aunt Jen--um, my favorite aunt, have red hair, so I want to look as good as they do."
Miss Helen did put a wig on me, applied some lipstick and other makeup, & had me step into a pair of high heels. The final item was a pair of gloves.
"And now, Master Priscilla, are you ready to gaze into the mirror?"
I took a deep breath, then said, "Yes, I am."
She asked the other ladies to stand on either side of the mirror, and she asked me to close my eyes.
"Ladies, please remove the blanket". I heard it fall to the floor.
"Please open your eyes, MISS PRISCILLA!"
I opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror. Looking back was (if I do say so myself!) a pretty female in a feminine suit and long red hair. I stood in total silence for a few seconds, then I
exclaimed, "THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!"
"It's a happy moment for me, too", Miss Helen said.
After she hugged me I asked Miss Ingrid, "What do you think?"
"You're quite pretty, Miss Priscilla," she replied.
"Thank you. Miss Helga?"
Miss Helga looked me up and down a few seconds, then said, "My dear Master Priscilla--"
I grimaced when she said that!
"I mean, my dear MISS Priscilla--"
That won her a smile and a curtsey.
"You look like you are in the first flower of womanhood."
"I do, Miss Helga?"
"You do, Miss Priscilla."
"Miss Helga, that's one of the nicest--no, that is THE nicest think anyone's ever said to me!"
All three ladies hugged me. Then the doorbell rang.
"May I answer the door, Miss Helen?"
"Yes, dear."
I thanked her and walked into the hallway.
TO BE CONTINUED!
"Please give me the frilliest, most girly panties you have", I asked.
She showed me padded panties that were pink with black ruffles. "How do these look? They're specially designed to make a boy look and feel like a girl."
"They look wonderful, Miss Helen."
I stepped into them and she pulled them up my legs.
"Ooh lala, Master Priscilla!" Miss Helga exclaimed."Are you ready for that many ruffles?"
"These and more" I replied.
Miss Helen then strapped a bra to my chest & filled the cups with padding.
"This will create the illusion of a bosom", she said.
"Someday, Miss Helen, it may not be an illusion", I replied, to approving smiles from the other ladies.
"There's plenty of time to decide that, dear. And now it's time to choose a corset."
"I want the one that will make me look the most curvaceous."
"Curvaceous? " Miss Helga asked. "Where did you learn that word?"
"I think I read it somewhere, Miss Helga."
Miss Helen smiled. "It will be THE word to describe you, Master Priscilla, no matter which one you choose."
I chose one that looked the same as that which Miss Helen was wearing when I first saw her. She laced and hooked me into it, then asked how it felt.
"It's very tight, I'll need to breathe right", I replied. I was okay after a few seconds, then Miss Helen rolled stockings up my legs & attached them to the garters.
"Looking good so far, Master Priscilla", Miss Helga remarked. "I hope you feel as nice as you look."
"Thank you. I hope Kathleen thinks I look nice."
"She will, dear" Miss Helen said. "Now I want you to put on your petticoat."
I stepped into the frilly white garment & pulled it upward. Miss Helen adjusted the shoulder straps.
"We're now ready for your blouse and skirt. How do want you neckline and your hemline?"
"I want a high neckline and low hemline, please, Miss Helen. I like modesty in girls, and now that I'm a girl I want to project that same modesty."
"I'm glad to hear you say that."
She helped me put on a white blouse, then I pulled up a skirt that had a below-the knees hemline.
"Oh, I also have to choose a wig."
Miss Ingrid laughed, "Who said anything about a wig?"
"Miss Helen, I can't go out in boy's hair!" I protested.
"She's only teasing, Master Priscilla. I think you'll look nice in a red shoulder-length wig."
"You're probably right. Both my Mom and my Aunt Jen--um, my favorite aunt, have red hair, so I want to look as good as they do."
Miss Helen did put a wig on me, applied some lipstick and other makeup, & had me step into a pair of high heels. The final item was a pair of gloves.
"And now, Master Priscilla, are you ready to gaze into the mirror?"
I took a deep breath, then said, "Yes, I am."
She asked the other ladies to stand on either side of the mirror, and she asked me to close my eyes.
"Ladies, please remove the blanket". I heard it fall to the floor.
"Please open your eyes, MISS PRISCILLA!"
I opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror. Looking back was (if I do say so myself!) a pretty female in a feminine suit and long red hair. I stood in total silence for a few seconds, then I
exclaimed, "THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!"
"It's a happy moment for me, too", Miss Helen said.
After she hugged me I asked Miss Ingrid, "What do you think?"
"You're quite pretty, Miss Priscilla," she replied.
"Thank you. Miss Helga?"
Miss Helga looked me up and down a few seconds, then said, "My dear Master Priscilla--"
I grimaced when she said that!
"I mean, my dear MISS Priscilla--"
That won her a smile and a curtsey.
"You look like you are in the first flower of womanhood."
"I do, Miss Helga?"
"You do, Miss Priscilla."
"Miss Helga, that's one of the nicest--no, that is THE nicest think anyone's ever said to me!"
All three ladies hugged me. Then the doorbell rang.
"May I answer the door, Miss Helen?"
"Yes, dear."
I thanked her and walked into the hallway.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Sunday, February 23, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part One
APRIL 1964--It was the last Friday in April, the day before my girlfriend Kathleen's ballet recital. We had just left school (7th grade) and were standing outside.
"I know you want to come to my recital, Carl", my redhead friend said, "but Madame K. doesn't allow boys your age into her recitals because of that disruption last year."
"I has nothing to do with that! She's being unfair! And she's also being unfair to Wendy's friend Richard."
"I can't do anything about that, I wish I could, but I'll ask my Aunt Helen. I think she can get you into the recital. Give me a call before 9 tonight."
"OK, thanks, please do what you can. Anyway, do well tomorrow."
We hugged, then I watched her walk away. There was no mistaking the fact that Kathleen was a dancer; perhaps it's better to say that she flowed instead of walked. I waited until she turned a corner, then headed for my Aunt Jeanette's apartment.
My mom & (step)dad were away for the weekend, ergo I was staying with Aunt Jeanette, my biological father's oldest sister. In many ways the taller than average redhead was ahead of her time. In her late twenties she was already executive secretary for a large supermarket chain. She was also a vegetarian, and a good chess player. She was never married; I wondered about that, but I thought it best not to ask why.
After one of her great meals, and after I finished my homework, it was time for a game of chess. I
won for the first time! Then she asked me, "Remember what we discussed last time?"
"Yes, I do, but I haven't thought about it much. I've been concentrating on Kathleen. She said she'll ask her Aunt Helen about--omygosh, what time is it?"
"8:50"
"I have to phone her right away!" I dialed the number she gave me. After two rings she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Kathleen, this is Carl. Did you ask your Aunt Helen?"
"I did, and she'll help you get into the recital. You have to be at her place by 9 AM."
I wrote down the address & said, "I'll be there. Please tell her I said thanks. See you tomorrow."
"Good night, Carl. Sweet dreams."
It was only after I hung up that I thought of saying, "They'll be of you."
I gave Aunt Jeanette the good news, then she agreed to another game of chess...only I had other things on my mind during this one!
Next morning I went to Miss Helen's house. Upon arrival I saw a short, blond
woman in a pearl gray suit standing outside the two-story building. She smiled at me.
"Good morning, young man. Are you Carl?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am. Are you Miss Helen?"
"No, Carl, I'm Miss Ingrid, one of her upstairs neighbors. She asked me to wait out here for you. The door to her downstairs apartment is open."
"Thank you, Miss Ingrid."
I walked into the apartment's living room. On a wall I saw pictures of Miss Helen and Kathleen, and only of them. (Several years later I would realize the resemblance between Miss Helen & Gates McFadden of "Trek:TNG.)
After a few moments a female voice called, "Carl, is that you?"
"Yes, ma'am".
"Please have a seat. I'll be there soon."
I sat where I could look at the photos. Seconds later I heard the sound of high heels on the floor.
Then Miss Helen entered the room. I rose, and then I saw what she was wearing.
"Good morning, Carl" the lady said, smiling a very pretty smile.
Miss Helen's gloved hands were on her curvaceous hips. Her feet were in red stilettoes, her legs were in fishnet stockings held by black garters to a red and black corset. Her auburn hair framed her perfectly made up face and flowed towards her breasts. Of course I had seen pictures like this, but seeing a woman in the flesh...
"Feel free to look at me, Carl. Both of us know you want to!"
"Y-yes, ma'am, I do. You're very pretty, ma'am."
"Thank you", she said as she curtseyed. "I like your politeness in saying ma'am, but I want you to call me Miss Helen. Is that clear?"
"Yes...Miss Helen", I replied.
"Now we are friends", she said as we shook hands. "How may I help you, friend?"
"Well. friend, I want to see Kathleen dance, but her teacher doesn't allow boys my age into the recitals. But she said you can get me in there."
"I am THE lady who can do that, Carl. You'll have to wear a suit."
"A suit? OK, I'll go home and put on--"
"No, Carl, you probably don't own the kind of suit you MUST wear today. It's on the outside of that closet."
I turned eyes left & saw a suit consisting of a dark blue jacket...AND A SKIRT!
"Miss Helen, that's a girl's suit!"
"It's what a girl wears to her friend's recital. Since Madame K. prohibits boys, the only way you can get in is if you're dressed as a girl."
"Really?"
"Really." After a few seconds she asked, "Do you like that idea, Carl?"
I walked over, took down the suit, and held it against me. "No, I do not like the idea...I LOVE IT!"
"Really?"
"Really! I like girls, especially Kathleen, and women, especially my mom and my
favorite aunt, very much, and I often dream about being female for a short time. I put on my mom's clothes, or my aunt's clothes when I visit her place. That's when nobody's around, of course!"
"Of course! And how do you look in them?"
"Not so good", I sighed. "I like how they feel on me, but without a wig and makeup I look like a boy in a dress."
"You'll look nothing like a boy when I'm done with you, Carl. Or is that Carla?"
"It's Priscilla, whenever I put on female things."
"Very well, Master Priscilla--"
"Master Priscilla?"
"You'll be called Master Priscilla until the makeover is complete, then you'll be Miss Priscilla."
"I'm looking forward to that, Miss Helen."
"I am, too, dear, and so is Kathleen. Now, I want you to please shed every stitch of male clothing and put on this frilly pink negligee, then go and take a shower."
I didn't need to be asked twice!
By the time I finished my shower Miss Helen had put on a blouse and skirt and had girl's clothes on the living room sofa. She had also covered a full-length mirror with a blanket.
I looked at my new clothes. "They look wonderful, Miss Helen. I only hope I can do them justice."
"You will, Master Priscilla, with help from me, of course!"
Then there was a knock on the door.
"That'll be my upstairs neighbors, Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid. They want to watch your makeover. They're very supportive of my work."
"That's fine, Miss Helen. In doing something like this I need all the support I can get."
She opened the door. "Come in, ladies, please say hello to Carl, now Master Priscilla, whom I'm changing into Miss Priscilla."
"I met Master Priscilla before", Miss Ingrid remarked. "I like what you're wearing now."
"So do I, Miss Ingrid" I replied.
Miss Helga, the blue-suited taller lady, asked, "Did your mother or an aunt bring you here, dearie?"
"No, Miss Helga," I replied, and then I explained why I was there.
"That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "My friend Miss Helen is indeed the lady who can transform you into a charming girl. And Miss Ingrid & I want to watch."
Before I could respond, the lady removed a $5 bill from her pocketbook. "We're willing to pay you."
"You are?"
"We are. Watching Miss Helen turn a girl into a young lady is the second favorite thing Miss Ingrid & I like to do."
"What's the first?" I asked.
"Watching her turn a BOY into a charming young lady", Miss Ingrid laughed.
I asked Miss Helen to hold the money for me. Five dollars was a lot for a 12 year old boy in 1964, & I didn't want to have to explain my sudden wealth! She put the bill into an envelope & wrote CARL in blue ink on the outside. Then she crossed that out and wrote PRISCILLA in pink crayon. I was pleased with that!
"And now, Master Priscilla, it's time to dress you", Miss Helen announced.
TO BE CONTINUED!
"I know you want to come to my recital, Carl", my redhead friend said, "but Madame K. doesn't allow boys your age into her recitals because of that disruption last year."
"I has nothing to do with that! She's being unfair! And she's also being unfair to Wendy's friend Richard."
"I can't do anything about that, I wish I could, but I'll ask my Aunt Helen. I think she can get you into the recital. Give me a call before 9 tonight."
"OK, thanks, please do what you can. Anyway, do well tomorrow."
We hugged, then I watched her walk away. There was no mistaking the fact that Kathleen was a dancer; perhaps it's better to say that she flowed instead of walked. I waited until she turned a corner, then headed for my Aunt Jeanette's apartment.
My mom & (step)dad were away for the weekend, ergo I was staying with Aunt Jeanette, my biological father's oldest sister. In many ways the taller than average redhead was ahead of her time. In her late twenties she was already executive secretary for a large supermarket chain. She was also a vegetarian, and a good chess player. She was never married; I wondered about that, but I thought it best not to ask why.
After one of her great meals, and after I finished my homework, it was time for a game of chess. I
won for the first time! Then she asked me, "Remember what we discussed last time?"
"Yes, I do, but I haven't thought about it much. I've been concentrating on Kathleen. She said she'll ask her Aunt Helen about--omygosh, what time is it?"
"8:50"
"I have to phone her right away!" I dialed the number she gave me. After two rings she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Kathleen, this is Carl. Did you ask your Aunt Helen?"
"I did, and she'll help you get into the recital. You have to be at her place by 9 AM."
I wrote down the address & said, "I'll be there. Please tell her I said thanks. See you tomorrow."
"Good night, Carl. Sweet dreams."
It was only after I hung up that I thought of saying, "They'll be of you."
I gave Aunt Jeanette the good news, then she agreed to another game of chess...only I had other things on my mind during this one!
Next morning I went to Miss Helen's house. Upon arrival I saw a short, blond
woman in a pearl gray suit standing outside the two-story building. She smiled at me.
"Good morning, young man. Are you Carl?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am. Are you Miss Helen?"
"No, Carl, I'm Miss Ingrid, one of her upstairs neighbors. She asked me to wait out here for you. The door to her downstairs apartment is open."
"Thank you, Miss Ingrid."
I walked into the apartment's living room. On a wall I saw pictures of Miss Helen and Kathleen, and only of them. (Several years later I would realize the resemblance between Miss Helen & Gates McFadden of "Trek:TNG.)
After a few moments a female voice called, "Carl, is that you?"
"Yes, ma'am".
"Please have a seat. I'll be there soon."
I sat where I could look at the photos. Seconds later I heard the sound of high heels on the floor.
Then Miss Helen entered the room. I rose, and then I saw what she was wearing.
"Good morning, Carl" the lady said, smiling a very pretty smile.
Miss Helen's gloved hands were on her curvaceous hips. Her feet were in red stilettoes, her legs were in fishnet stockings held by black garters to a red and black corset. Her auburn hair framed her perfectly made up face and flowed towards her breasts. Of course I had seen pictures like this, but seeing a woman in the flesh...
"Feel free to look at me, Carl. Both of us know you want to!"
"Y-yes, ma'am, I do. You're very pretty, ma'am."
"Thank you", she said as she curtseyed. "I like your politeness in saying ma'am, but I want you to call me Miss Helen. Is that clear?"
"Yes...Miss Helen", I replied.
"Now we are friends", she said as we shook hands. "How may I help you, friend?"
"Well. friend, I want to see Kathleen dance, but her teacher doesn't allow boys my age into the recitals. But she said you can get me in there."
"I am THE lady who can do that, Carl. You'll have to wear a suit."
"A suit? OK, I'll go home and put on--"
"No, Carl, you probably don't own the kind of suit you MUST wear today. It's on the outside of that closet."
I turned eyes left & saw a suit consisting of a dark blue jacket...AND A SKIRT!
"Miss Helen, that's a girl's suit!"
"It's what a girl wears to her friend's recital. Since Madame K. prohibits boys, the only way you can get in is if you're dressed as a girl."
"Really?"
"Really." After a few seconds she asked, "Do you like that idea, Carl?"
I walked over, took down the suit, and held it against me. "No, I do not like the idea...I LOVE IT!"
"Really?"
"Really! I like girls, especially Kathleen, and women, especially my mom and my
favorite aunt, very much, and I often dream about being female for a short time. I put on my mom's clothes, or my aunt's clothes when I visit her place. That's when nobody's around, of course!"
"Of course! And how do you look in them?"
"Not so good", I sighed. "I like how they feel on me, but without a wig and makeup I look like a boy in a dress."
"You'll look nothing like a boy when I'm done with you, Carl. Or is that Carla?"
"It's Priscilla, whenever I put on female things."
"Very well, Master Priscilla--"
"Master Priscilla?"
"You'll be called Master Priscilla until the makeover is complete, then you'll be Miss Priscilla."
"I'm looking forward to that, Miss Helen."
"I am, too, dear, and so is Kathleen. Now, I want you to please shed every stitch of male clothing and put on this frilly pink negligee, then go and take a shower."
I didn't need to be asked twice!
By the time I finished my shower Miss Helen had put on a blouse and skirt and had girl's clothes on the living room sofa. She had also covered a full-length mirror with a blanket.
I looked at my new clothes. "They look wonderful, Miss Helen. I only hope I can do them justice."
"You will, Master Priscilla, with help from me, of course!"
Then there was a knock on the door.
"That'll be my upstairs neighbors, Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid. They want to watch your makeover. They're very supportive of my work."
"That's fine, Miss Helen. In doing something like this I need all the support I can get."
She opened the door. "Come in, ladies, please say hello to Carl, now Master Priscilla, whom I'm changing into Miss Priscilla."
"I met Master Priscilla before", Miss Ingrid remarked. "I like what you're wearing now."
"So do I, Miss Ingrid" I replied.
Miss Helga, the blue-suited taller lady, asked, "Did your mother or an aunt bring you here, dearie?"
"No, Miss Helga," I replied, and then I explained why I was there.
"That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "My friend Miss Helen is indeed the lady who can transform you into a charming girl. And Miss Ingrid & I want to watch."
Before I could respond, the lady removed a $5 bill from her pocketbook. "We're willing to pay you."
"You are?"
"We are. Watching Miss Helen turn a girl into a young lady is the second favorite thing Miss Ingrid & I like to do."
"What's the first?" I asked.
"Watching her turn a BOY into a charming young lady", Miss Ingrid laughed.
I asked Miss Helen to hold the money for me. Five dollars was a lot for a 12 year old boy in 1964, & I didn't want to have to explain my sudden wealth! She put the bill into an envelope & wrote CARL in blue ink on the outside. Then she crossed that out and wrote PRISCILLA in pink crayon. I was pleased with that!
"And now, Master Priscilla, it's time to dress you", Miss Helen announced.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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