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Mary and Linda met at primary school, became best friends, and supported each other as they grew to womanhood. Both married at twenty. Mary's daughter Julie was born a year later, and I followed within a few months. For both of us, the first few years were a blissful blur of happy families.*Sadly, this idyll changed when Julie?s Dad, soon to be followed by my own, succumbed to the wanderlust, and sought out pastures or at least lady gardens new. Life was now hard for the single mums, but they helped and encouraged each other through all the difficult times. Above all, they made sure that Julie and I had good upbringings.Julie and I met regularly and got along okay but, sadly, couldn't become close friends. The attitudes of the time still dictated that girls and boys be raised separately and taught to have quite different interests and expectations. Any boy or girl deviating from the expected norm had a tough time, and the easiest way to survive was to stifle or hide any nonconforming thoughts.Julie was struck down with measles when she was seventeen. I knew from my own experience of the disease that recuperation was a long-drawn-out process involving prolonged bed rest and confinement to the house. In my case, the first week flew past because I was so ill. The second week began to drag out once my health improved, and the third week was a never-ending nightmare. I felt well but remained confined to the house. I was almost crawling up the wall in frustration, and I?m ashamed to say that my poor mother had a tough time coping with my tantrums.?George, I want you to go and see Mary and Julie today. Mary has several jobs around the house with which she needs some help. Also, I?m sure she and Julie would both like some outside company and sanity. Remember what confinement with the measles was like for us.??Yeah, Mum, don?t I just?*I?m so sorry for all the grief that I put you through.??You were hard to handle but no more difficult than I was when I had childhood measles. Off you go and see how Mary and Julie are getting along.?I made my way to Mary?s home and knocked on the door. To my surprise, it was Julie who answered. She looked stressed and in a foul mood.?Well don?t just stand there gawking. Come in.?As I followed Julie through to the sitting room, I noticed that under her housecoat, she was still wearing pyjamas. Was she still on bed rest??How are you? How much jail time have you still got to endure???I?m feeling fine, but I?ve still got four days until I get my freedom. I?m stir crazy, and I?m desperate to get out into the sunshine. You know what it?s like, but Mum doesn?t. She insists that I stay indoors for the whole three weeks.?I was staring at Julie. ?I know that it's tough for you, but your Mum is just following the doctor?s orders. I hope you don't mind me asking this, but why are you still in your PJs if your bed rest period is over???This is Mum?s way of making sure that I stay indoors. She?s locked away all my other clothes.??Oh, that?s sneaky but effective. You certainly cannot go outside in just your PJs.?As I said this, I noticed a wicked grin pass over Julie?s face. She grabbed my hand and pulled me through to her bedroom.?I know how you can help me. Take off your clothes.??What, you?ve got to be joking. I?m not doing the strip for you.??Don?t be silly. I don?t want to ogle your boy bits. I want to borrow your clothes and go for a short walk. Get on with it.?I was speechless. This plan was terrible, but it was clear that Julie had made up her mind. So, I followed her instructions and was soon down to my vest and drawers.?Don?t be silly. Those as well.?I was blushing as I slipped off my underwear and went deep red when Julie took off her pink PJs and knickers. To my dismay, this first view of a girl au naturel disappeared all too soon as Julie put on my vest and skivvies.Completely unabashed, Julie handed me her clothes. ?You?d better get dressed. You don?t want to catch a cold."I picked up the panties and stepped into them. To my amazement, I quivered with delight as the leg and waist elastic pulled the soft fabric into a snug cocoon. These sweet sensations increased further as I put on Julie's PJs. Unlike my rough and course boy's pyjamas, these were smooth and snug and caressed me. I was in a pink dream, shocked to feel so at ease but loving the moment.Julie was by now fully dressed in my clothes and looked a picture."You can't wander about the house in case someone sees you through a window, so it?s probably best for you to go to bed.?By now wholly bemused, I did as told, and slipped between the sheets. Julie then tucked me in, kissed me on the cheek, and was on her way out of the room before I could say anything.?I won?t be long,? were Julie?s only words as she closed and locked the front door.Swept along by Julie?s resolve, I hadn?t given any thought to my situation. But now reality kicked in. Julie had gone off with my clothes, and I'd no idea when she?d be back. Even more, I was alone in her house, wearing her PJs and in her bed. Not a situation that I could easily explain if caught, which was a distinct possibility since Mary could return at any time.Amongst this blur of thoughts, my cock awakened. Now nestled in the warm gusset which had been hugging Julie?s pussy, it got excited, and started to stretch the fabric. These stirrings were, however, short-lived and disappeared almost as quickly as they began. Snuggled down amongst Julie's fragrant and scented sheets, I succumbed to their feminine ambience. I slipped into a sensual daze and fell asleep.A loud and angry voice suddenly awakened me. "What the hell is going on here? Where's Julie, and what?re you doing in her bed?? As I'd feared, Mary had arrived home and found me. She was livid, and her tirade continued kumköy escort bayan until I burst into floods of tears.?Now, now love. No need for that. What exactly is going on here??Mary looked increasingly astonished as I told her the story.?Well, well, this is one for the book. But, knowing how badly Julie?s been behaving over the last few days, I can believe it. We?ll have to wait until she comes back.?Mary then left the room but soon returned with a pile of girl?s clothes.?You can?t stay in bed all day. Let?s get you up and dressed. I haven't got any boys'*clothes, but I?m sure you?ll like these.?Mary was in charge. I blushed when she removed my clothing and held out a pair of pink knickers. I stepped into them and sighed as she pulled them up into place."Oh my, you like panties, don't you?" I nodded.Soon, Mary had me kitted out with a padded bra, camisole, short slip, zip-back knee-length dress, socks, and shoes. Finally, she took me over to a dressing table where she fitted a shoulder-length wig, applied some light makeup, and sprayed my wrists and neck with scent. As I looked in the mirror, I was astounded by the change. While in no way pretty, I could certainly pass as a girl, and to my amazement, I felt quite comfortable."Okay, sweetie, we can go and have a snack while we wait for the other miscreant to come back.?I set off with Mary to the kitchen, but immediately she told me to stop.?No, no, girls don?t galumph along like that. We take slow dainty steps, just like this.? I did my best to copy her but struggled to attain an appropriate walk.Mary and I had a light snack with some juice and were tidying up the kitchen when I began to become uncomfortable. I whispered to Mary, ?I need to go to the loo.??Just go, you don?t need to ask my permission. Oh, silly me. You don?t know how to do the business while wearing a dress. Come along then.?You cannot imagine how embarrassing it was to be in effect, potty trained like a*girl. Still, like any good mother, Mary gently guided me through the essentials.Mary and I had just gone back through to the sitting room when we heard a knock at the door. Mary went to see who it was. I recognized the voice immediately and shivered. It was my Mum, and she wasn't alone."Look who I met while I was out for a walk. From the story that I've heard, I assume that my little scoundrel is here.?Mum's eyes were out on stalks when she saw me, and even Julie looked shocked. Mary dragged Julie through to her bedroom and unleashed a tirade far worse than the one that I?d endured. All the time, Mum just stared at me without saying a word but then she nodded to Mary*when she came through to the sitting room.?Now that the unpleasantness is out of the way, you can go and sit with Julie while your Mum and I have a chat.?I wandered through to the bedroom and gasped. Julie was now back in her PJs, in bed and sobbing her eyes out. As I sat down on the chair beside Julie?s bed, I also noticed that my boys? clothes were not in the room.Between sobs, Julie said, "I'm so sorry that I've got you into trouble."I got some tissues and dabbed her eyes. ?Don?t be silly. I don?t mind. If you?re no longer stir crazy, then it was worth it.?Julie smiled and kissed me on the lips. ?Thank you. I?m feeling so much better. To get outside into the sunshine was the cure that I needed.?"Good, I'm pleased. By the way, what's happened to my boys' clothes?"?Mum took them away. I assumed she was taking them to you.?"No, she didn't have them when she came through to the sitting room. Ah*well, I'll have to wait for them."Julie then looked me straight in the eye. ?You need to keep your knees together. I?m getting the full flash of your knickers.?"Oh, dear, I've so much to learn."Julie planted another kiss on my lips. ?If you want, I?ll be more than happy to teach you.?Julie and I had just broken off when Mum appeared in the room carrying a girl?s coat and hat. She looked a little flushed, but I couldn?t think why."Come on, sweetie. It's time for us to go home.""But, I need to get changed first."?Oh no, you don?t. You seem to like being a girl, so you?re going to be my niece for the rest of the weekend. Hurry up if you don?t want another smack.?I quickly put on the coat and hat, and we headed off. Mary kissed me on the cheek as I left the house. "Take care, dear.?It was petrifying to be outside in a dress, especially with a cold breeze swirling around my legs. Also, the streets to home seemed to go on forever, and I was mightily relieved to reach the house without meeting anyone that I knew.I?d expected to have my ear bent by Mum when we got home, but no. She was cheery and chuckling to herself.?You?ve always been so masculine. I can hardly believe that Julie persuaded you to swap clothes with her.??I know that I shouldn?t have let Julie take my clothes, but I also remember how I felt at the end of confinement. If I'd said no, her anguish would?ve worsened. So, I took the line of least resistance. Honestly, just seeing her smile again made it all worthwhile.??Ahh, you?re a caring soul, and I?m sure that Mary will appreciate having a less disruptive patient. But that doesn?t excuse what you both did, especially as you must?ve seen each other naked.?I didn?t engage the brain before speaking. ?Yes, but not for long enough. Julie put on my vest and drawers before I could get a good look.??Now, now, no more of that dirty talk. I should punish you for that, but in truth, there's no harm in appreciating the human form, provided it?s only as eye candy. Anyway, there is another side to the coin. Julie had the joy of seeing a boy in the buff for the first time.??I never thought of that. I was too focused on putting on Julie's PJs to notice."?To see you so at ease in girl?s clothes kumköy escort was a shock but also a nice surprise. We need to explore your female instincts.??But I?m a boy. I?m not allowed to be girly in any way.??Yes, I know the dogma, but if you do have a feminine side, you should try to understand it and its implications for you.?"Maybe you're right. Hidden girly feelings could explain why I'm so uncomfortable with rough boy behaviour."?Okay, you can spend tomorrow as my niece. We will go to church as usual and then for a walk in the park. Let?s see how you cope with that.?I was astounded by this idea. While I was keen to learn about my femininity, I couldn?t believe that Mum wanted me to jump straight in at the deep end and spend a whole day in public as a girl. But I decided not to argue.?Tomorrow will be hectic, so you?d better get plenty of rest. Let?s get you tucked up in bed.?Mum took me through to my room and helped me undress. She then put me in white panties and a pink nightdress. I was then ushered into bed and tucked in. She kissed me on the cheek and switched off the light. "Good night, honey, have pleasant dreams.?I was exhausted after all the events of the day. Despite this, I couldn?t get to sleep. I tossed and turned for about an hour before I got up and went to the loo. As I sat there listening to the tinkling in the pan, I spotted a bottle of Mum's perfume in the wall cabinet. I took it with me when I went back to my room and sprayed a little on the sheets and pillow before I went back to bed. Now bathed in this female fragrance, I relaxed straight away and dropped off to sleep."Wake up, sleepyhead. Have a shower, and I'll help you get dressed. Mm, it smells nice in here. Clothes aren?t the only feminine thing that you appreciate.?By the time I'd washed, Mum had laid out my clothes on the bed. Soon, she had me en femme, wig in place, makeup including lip gloss done, and a hint of scent. She did a marvellous job. The image that I saw in the full-length mirror was that of a smartly dressed girl. Now, I had to find out if I could carry off this persona in front of others. My one niggle was that the skirt was well above the knee, and the knickers were snow-white, meaning that even a minor misstep on my part could easily be spotted.?Wouldn?t it be safer if I wore a long skirt???Yes, it would, but males expect girls to wear short skirts, the shorter, the better. They want to see more leg and don?t care about the difficulties this causes for a girl in preserving her modesty. For your development, you must experience these problems and learn how to deal with them from the start.??Well, there?s no point in being half-hearted about being a girl for the day. I should experience the bad as well as the good.??Perfect, let?s have breakfast and then head off to church.?Later, I found the dress coat and hat that Mum had left for me and put them on.?You look wonderful. Now let?s go.?At first, I kept stumbling as I tried to walk down the street. Maintaining control of my skirt, which readily threatened to lift in the wind while also concentrating on a female walk, was difficult. But Mum was patient, and I was relatively at ease by the time that we neared the kirk. My heart started to race as we approached the crowds waiting to go in, but to my relief, they just nodded and smiled as we walked amongst them and then filed into the church. I had to chuckle when we passed by a very proper lady and her daughters. They were all in ankle-length dresses and looking down their noses at me.?See how the lower orders dress. They?ve no shame.? If only they knew the truth.Mum and I shared a pew with a mother and daughter that she knew.?This is my niece Georgina. She?s visiting me for the weekend.??Nice to meet you. I hope you?ll enjoy your stay.??Thank you. I've been looking forward to it.?Thankfully, there was no hint that they suspected I was anything other than a girl. Why would they? As we filed out of the church, we met several of Mum's friends. Most expressed amazement that they?d never met me before, but all were kind and nice to me.Unexpectedly, we now headed off towards Mary?s house, where there was a meal already prepared for us. Over lunch, Mum and Mary talked about their plans for the afternoon. We were to go to a pony show on the other side of town.I usually enjoyed these fetes, but this suggestion filled me with dread. I?d be out amongst hundreds of teenagers, many of whom might know me. I knew that if I were recognized, they would take great pleasure in blowing my cover in public. However, I couldn?t disagree, so I just went with the flow. Soon, we set off and caught a crosstown bus to the event.At the fair, we visited many stands and exhibits, attended craft demonstrations, and watched events in the show ring. Julie and I stayed together, leaving our Mums to do their own thing. At first, I was apprehensive and tentative about going into marquees where there were droves of boys and girls milling about, but Julie coaxed me along.My heart sank as soon as I found myself alongside five boys from my class at school, but my composure quickly recovered when they showed no signs of recognition. As far as they were concerned, I was just another piece of local talent to eyeball. Boys being boys, they were so fixated on my tits that they probably never looked at my face.My calm shattered once more when I was wolf-whistled. Had I been recognized after all? No, a boy had just spotted my panties as I leaned over to examine an exhibit. I was angry with myself but also relieved that my faux pas had done nothing more than brighten up the boy's day.Remarkably, these encounters changed my mood and demeanour. I relaxed and began to enjoy what was going on around me. Julie escort kumköy and I now giggled and laughed together while we spent the remainder of the afternoon visiting many attractions. We were having such fun that it was disappointing when the time came to leave for the trip home.After meeting up with our Mums, we faced an ordeal inflicted only on females, queueing to get into the loos. There was only one set for the whole site and hundreds of women and girls waiting. It was nearly time for the bus before we got inside. Even then, there were no free cubicles. At last, one became free. So, Mum and Julie took it while Mary and I grabbed the next to become available. Being closeted together, knickers down, and at our most vulnerable was unnerving, but there was no choice. This option was the only way for us to get relief and be back to the halt in time.The bus was almost full when we got there, so Mary and Julie took an empty seat nearby the door while Mum and I had to go a few rows back to a place in front of a group of noisy boys. As we settled, an old lady got on the bus, but she couldn?t find a seat. Having been taught well by Mum, I got up and let the lady have mine. I just stood in the aisle, holding onto the handrail.Not long into our journey, I realized that the boys had gone very quiet, and I soon knew why. One of them was holding up the back of my skirt, revealing my pantie-clad bottom in all its glory. He and his mates were mesmerized by what they saw before them.I went bright red with embarrassment, but I knew that I couldn't risk causing a fuss, so I just let the boys continue with their fun. I could, in part, excuse the boys' behaviour because they were inherently curious about girls and were taking the chance to gaze on some female delights. But, what about the adults at the back of the bus. Why hadn't they done anything to stop the boys? I could only assume that the ladies appreciated the peace that had now descended on the bus. At the same time, the under-the-thumb gents were probably enjoying the delightful sight of a female tushie, something that they hadn't been near in years.The bus stopped suddenly. I stumbled forward and broke free from the boys. They groaned at the loss of their free amusement, and sadly it wasn't long before they became unbearably boisterous again. A mischievous idea then came to mind. I bent over to check my shoes, and in doing so, I flashed the boys. They couldn?t help themselves and grasped the hem of my skirt as I straightened up. Soon, my pantied-rear was again the focus of their attention, and peace returned to the bus. I saw Julie looking back. She almost burst out laughing when she saw what I?d done.As I got off the bus, an elderly lady said to me. "Thank you for distracting those intolerable boys.?Her husband, who was a few steps behind, made me blush when he whispered. ?You've made my day, young lady. It's years since I?ve seen such a sweet bum.?Julie ran up beside me. "Well, well, I'm sure our mothers wouldn't approve, but you?ve just used a ploy that we girls have to bring boys to heel.??You mean, flashing my knickers.??Yes, boys are desperate to know what?s under our dresses. Even the slightest glimpse of pantie or bra strap sends them into a tailspin. That works well, but the emotional charms are even better. What boy won?t melt at a hint of tears? They become putty in our hands.??Wow, I never twigged to that, but then why would I? Don?t worry, Julie. I won?t talk. I want to learn more about these guiles. By the way, have you ever used them on me???Of course, I have. You wouldn?t have been so amenable to switching clothes if I hadn?t. Don't expect me to say what I did. I need to keep my secrets.??Ahh, I see. I have wondered why I caved in so easily. Boys aren't as all-powerful as they believe, are they???No, but they must never know.?Julie and I walked hand in hand, following our mothers on the way to Mary's house. There Mary and Mum prepared a meal, while Julie and I set the table. While waiting, I wandered along the corridor to Julie's room. As I glanced at her bed, I had a flashback of all the events that led to my present situation. These memories heightened my confusion. A delightful feminine side had bubbled to the surface over the last two days. I wanted to embrace it, but this didn?t fit with the unbreakable ethos that boys must be manly. What was wrong with me? Was I weird? Was I going doolally??Penny for your thoughts.??Just reflecting on the last couple of days.??You?re uncomfortable with your liking of girly things, aren?t you???Yes, you read me so well.??Have you ever heard of tomboys???No, who are they??"A tomboy is a girl whose manner, dress, or behaviour has characteristics associated with males. They dress in a boyish manner or prefer boyish games and pastimes rather than girly ones. Tomboys often get a hard time for not conforming to the girly-girl norm but are usually just accepted as girls that are different. I think that you may be the boy equivalent, a tomgirl."I hadn't noticed that Mum was now standing behind us. "Julie is probably correct. Let's talk about this after dinner."We had a lovely meal together, and then as we relaxed afterwards, Mum dropped her bombshell."George, I know that it has been a great shock for you to find out that you have female instincts, but you are lucky. Most boys never realize or get to admit that they have these feelings. The fact that you seem to be comfortable as a girl suggests that your feminine side is stronger than usual in boys. You need to understand how this*female side*influences and shapes you, even if you have to conceal it in the future to allow survival in our macho world.?I hesitated to say anything, but Julie urged me on. ?Go on, tell them.??I?ve always thought that I was manly. So, discovering that I liked female things was very alarming. I?ve even wondered if I was going daft. It?s a relief to know that I?m not peculiar. Every instinct tells me that I should hide these feminine traits, but then I?ll never know the real me. So, I want to embrace them.?