The Sensual TV

Nightie Night

By Robyn Smith

© 1996 Transgender Forum and Robyn Smith


I come from a family where I am the youngest of four children. Besides myself, there are three older sisters and my mother. My parents separated when I was fifteen years old. During my early childhood, my father was a career Navy man, stationed aboard destroyers. Because of his job, we would move from base to base about every three to four years.

With this constant moving around, our circle of friends was very limited, to say the least. Consequently, my sisters became my best friends and primary playmates during this period. We were all within three years of being the same age, two of my sisters are twins.

Being in a military family had a very dramatic effect on our income, as you know, military income is not all that much to brag about. With four of us kids, is was all Mom could do to make ends meet most of the time. Of course, Dad getting busted in rank a couple of times didn't help much either. I remember that we sure ate a lot of pancakes to help stretch the food budget, and Dad was seldom home.

One major drawback to the limited income was a severe lack of free money for clothes, as well as everything else we needed. Serious budgeting was needed in order to even attempt to survive. For my sisters, this posed a bit less of a problem because they could hand things down and share clothes to help out. With me being the only son, the problem became just a bit more serious.

I fondly remember Mom handing down some of my sister's nightgowns and even a few pair of baby doll pajamas for me to wear because we did not even have enough free cash for her to buy me my own "boy" pajamas.

Modesty prevented me from sleeping in the nude, because one of my sisters or my mother could easily walk in on me rather unexpectedly as I slept. Since the pajamas were only worn around the house, none of us really thought too much about it. I was extremely happy to have them to wear, especially on the cooler evenings in the middle of winter, besides, these things were a secret turn on for me anyway.

This particular "pass it down the line" practice lasted well into high school, by which time I had settled into a habit of wearing the nightgowns to bed only. I always wore the baby dolls while relaxing around the house, just like my sisters.

Occasionally, while we were relaxing like this, my sisters and I would get into some rough housing. I would almost always end up letting it all hang out and getting extremely embarrassed as well as being picked on unmercifully, which is exactly why I chose baby dolls instead of nightgowns. Even though the baby dolls never completely eliminated the "hanging out" problem, they sure helped a few times.

My practice of always wearing the baby dolls around the house also resulted in my sisters tagging me with the nickname of "Andrea" instead of my given name of Andy. They called me Andrea whenever they were in a picking mood and eventually even as a term of endearment. Mom picked up on the name Andrea, jokingly, to get my attention, then strictly within the confines and privacy of the house. Truthfully, I loved it when they did, it made me feel like "just one of the girls".

I remember one summer in particular, like it was yesterday. Dad was away on cruise and I had won a trip to an all boy's summer camp in a contest, which included all expense paid air transportation as well as all of the camping expenses. Mom had to dig to the bottom of the proverbial cookie jar to come up with extra cash so I would have spending money to take along.

When the time came for me to leave for camp, and not knowing what to expect once I got there, I packed ALL of my clothes and took off, flying three states away to the camp. Packing at the last minute like I did, Mom hadn't had the opportunity to check what I had packed.

I had a ball at the camp for the next two weeks, even though I had to sleep in my underwear like the other boys. I really missed the nightgowns and baby dolls but couldn't say anything, even when I phoned Mom at home. I was afraid of being overheard.

On the way home from camp, my flight got diverted, due to weather. I ended up with a short layover in another airport about two hundred and fifty miles away from home. In all of my excitement over the trip and all, I managed to accidently leave my bag at this other airport. I honestly didn't even realize I had left the bag until we were once again on the runway preparing to take off for our final leg of the trip.

When I got home, Mom just about killed me for losing all my clothes. After a lot of telephone calls the next day, Mom was able to find that the bag had been sent to lost and found at the other airport. However, due to a national holiday, lost and found claims were closed for the next two days. Even then, Mom would have to come up with some money to cover handling charges. This meant that I couldn't get my bag for at least the next two days, and covering the handling charges meant that it would have to wait until next payday, and that was over a WEEK away. Bummer.

Personally, I would have been quite content to just go ahead and wear the same clothes for the next week, after all, I was fourteen years old. Although a fourteen year old may be comfortable with an idea like this, I knew deep down, that Mom would never buy it. I knew that Mom couldn't afford to wash every day, which meant that I would have to hand wash every night.

After a bit of serious thought, Mom sighed, nodded, then solved this dilemma by informing me that I would just have to wear some of my sister's things, and stay around the house, until my bags arrived.

At first I was both surprised and embarrassed, at an idea like this coming from Mom, it just didn't seem normal. After thinking about it for a couple of minutes, I realized that she had meant that I would have to wear some of their jeans and probably a blouse or tee shirt to get by, no big deal. I didn't even begin to think about underwear.

As I sat talking about this with Mom, I quietly remembered that, in the past, when my sisters and I would be playing, they would often dress me up in some of their outfits, just for fun, like I was one of their dolls. Sometimes these dressing games would even find me going so far as to be wearing some of the panties, pantyhose and even a skirt or dress in order to add to the affect of being "just one of the girls". I had enjoyed those games and wished for it to somehow happen again. No way, not with Mom calling the shots.

In a effort to cheer Mom up a bit, I jokingly told her, "OK, but if you are serious, then I think we should do it properly - don't you?" Mom hesitated, then finally gave me a shit eating grin, laughed and said, "I don't think you realize what you just said, but I am going to hold you to it, Andrea." I knew right then and there that something was wrong with this picture. When Mom was in one of these moods, she always called me ANDREW, never had she used my family nickname like this, NEVER.

Mom continued, with a smile, "You will remain Andrea for the next few days dear, follow me." She then took me by the hand and led me to my sister's room. There she pulled out a complete outfit - panties, bra, slip, pantyhose and of all things, a dress that had a full length zipper down the back.

She said, rather sternly, "After your bath, make sure you put the slip on too, we don't want to be looking at your panties and bra through your dress, now do we Andrea?" As I stood there looking at the clothes, I realized that Mom had called my bluff in a way that I had not anticipated. My attempt to disarm her with humor appeared to have backfired.

Reluctantly, I stripped and bathed as instructed, by now feeling completely trapped in this situation that I had gotten myself into, and knowing deep down that not only did I not have an immediate way out, I really didn't want one either.

While I bathed, Mom found a pair of my sister's shoes that I could fit into, a pair of pumps with about a one inch heel, and left them on my bed for me to wear with the outfit. As soon as I had finished with my bath, I began to get dressed in the outfit Mom had sat out for me.

As I began pulling on my sister's panties and nylons, I got a sudden urge to pick on Mom again, trying to get her over being pissed. I jumped back into the bath and quickly shaved my legs, underarms and chest, removing as much of what little hair I had as I could.

Once again, I pulled on the panties and pantyhose and immediately got extremely turned on due to the sexy feeling of the material against my newly shaved skin which was still tingling from the razor. I was only now beginning to realize how much of this I was doing because of the way it made me feel and how little of it I was doing to shake up Mom.

As I finished dressing, I decided I should go all the way. I got into my sister's makeup, and even took time to pluck my eyebrows the way I had seen Mom and my sisters do so many times before. I had secretly been plucking "at them" for a couple of years now, but this time I had a reason for it, so I did it properly.

After all these years of watching, I instinctively knew just how the eyebrows and makeup should go, even the rouge, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. I was well aware of just what was expected and accepted for a teenage girl and did my best to do it properly. As I was finishing the makeup, Mom called me to the kitchen.

Before I went down, I ran to my oldest sister's room and borrowed some of her jewelry, then I got into her underwear drawer and stuffed my bra with some of her panties, taking a little extra time to make sure I was shaped just right.

The panties felt so good against my skin, that I took an extra pair back to my room and use them to quickly relieve my condition. I just had to get rid of my problem before Mom saw me making a tent out of the dress I was wearing.

After tucking my limp and now lifeless member between my legs and anchoring it there with the panties and a girdle I had also borrowed, I quickly applied mail polish to my fingernails, slipped on the shoes Mom had left out for me, and proceeded to the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen, I found that all three of my sisters were there along with two of their friends. I hadn't expected any of them to be there but decided I just had to carry this thing though. Mom just looked at me, smiled, choked back a laugh, then introduced me to the group as "My niece, Andrea, she just flew in from New Mexico and she will be visiting for a few days."

I was glad now that I had taken the extra time to get ready, other wise, I would have just looked like a boy in a dress and would never have lived it down once word of it hit our new school in the fall. My sisters were obviously surprised but they were also considerate enough not to give me away. I couldn't believe it, I was being treated like one of the girls, for real.

After dinner, my sisters got rid of their friends as quickly as they could, politely, then began picking on "Sister Andrea". Mom explained why I was dressed this way and that I would have to continue this for at least the next week. I was especially pleased by Mom's use of the phrase "at least....next week".

After about a half hour of picking, my sisters, the twins, decided that I should be given a perm and manicure, after all, they wanted their "sister" to be presentable. With that they began fixing me up to the point of looking the part, even more, that I was dressed for. Complete with new nail polish on both hands and feet.

I jokingly asked them why they didn't pierce my ears in order to "do it right." They took me serious and did just that, then cheerfully put a pair of dangling earrings with pearl tassels on me. Mom just sat there watching and laughing, I hadn't seen her have this much fun in years.

As soon as the had finished my makeover, my oldest sister said, "Mom, we need to take sister Andrea to the mall and show her off." Mom laughed, then to my surprise, agreed with her, adding "Yes, and we also have to stop by the grocery store, Andrea and I have to pick up a few things."

I was tickled pink, because I wanted so much to show off the new me, I was finally being treated and accepted in a way I had wanted for years. The only problem right now was that I had become so turned on by all the attention, that I had accidently relieved myself the second time, in my panties. I was very embarrassed to confess this to the others. When I did, they made a big production of finding some new panties for me to change into, laughing and joking all the way.

The biggest laugh came when we discovered that there were no more clean pantyhose, so they found me some thigh high stockings and a garter belt to wear instead. I was in seventh heaven as they showed me how to wear these. My youngest sister made me blush by whispering in my ear, how nicely the garters and stockings framed my "woman hood" and contrasted against my skin down there as she tucked the garters down inside my panties and saw that I had once again tucked myself between my legs.

On the way to the mall, I was informed that my oldest sister had gotten a job while I was away at camp and had just received her first paycheck. She happily volunteered to buy me my own "girl clothes" and shoes, with the stipulation that I promise to wear them for her, even if it were just until my stuff arrived. If I decided not to wear the clothes again after that, they would go to which ever sister wanted them.

I agreed to this so fast that everyone in the family now had no doubt at all that I wanted to make this as permanent as possible. I was almost to the point of being in tears. I could have cared less at this point if my stuff ever came back or not. We spent, literally, hours going from store to store, with me trying on different outfits. We finally settled on two very pretty dresses and, oddly enough, a very pretty two piece swim suit for wearing around the back yard. Mom even picked me up a pair of falsies to wear for stuffing instead of the underwear, she said they looked more natural. None of us even considered looking at or buying slacks or blouses.

I remember thinking that I had finally surprised Mom, and she was extremely happy about it, because now she had four daughters and whenever she wanted it, a son, albeit one with two piece bikini tan lines.

On the way from the mall to the grocery store, Mom confessed to me that she had been suspicious about my desires in this matter for quite some time, but didn't know exactly how to ask me about it. This situation gave her the perfect opportunity. Now that I was "out" with the family, they, or more specifically Mom, would do what ever they could to support me.

I am still Andrea as much as possible, even though I am now married and hold down a man's job. I always went to school and to all school functions as Andy (on the outside), although under Andy's clothes, Andrea was there a much as possible, including panties, pantyhose and even a camisole if possible. Whenever we have a family get together, I almost always go as Andrea, totally. Everyone, including my wife, seems to be very happy with this arrangement.


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