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Child's Play

A Remembrance

By Kelly Davidson

Part One


Subscribers can read Part Two and Part Three
When I was eleven (11) years old I was friends with a little girl named Lisa who lived across the street. We were the same age and in general, like the same things.


In fact, she was a tomboy who dressed pretty much like the other boys in our neighborhood. But every once in a while her mother (who looked like Jill Taylor from the show, "Tool Time") would make her wear a dress. I admired Lisa's clothes and wished I could try them on. There was a red dress in particular that caught my eye. I used to spend hours dreaming of playing dress-up with Lisa and trying on her clothes. But Lisa was more into doing boy things then playing dress-up or house, so I knew my dream would never happen. Or would it?

One day I learned that Lisa and her parents were leaving for an overnight trip to visit her grandparents. Her father was looking for a job in another city so they could be closer to them. This meant the house would be empty for a whole day, all I had to do was find a way in. I decided then and there that I was going to enter their house while they were gone and try on some of Lisa's clothes. A plan formed in my mind and I put it into action. The night before they left, I went over to play with Lisa and made sure one of the basement windows was unlocked.

At 7 a.m the next morning I woke up just in time to see Lisa getting into the car and drive away. As soon as it turned out of sight the excitement started to build inside me. Today was the day I would get the chance to try on some girls clothes. Oh, I had worn some of my mothers stuff before but everything was always to big. Now I was going to wear something that was "MY" size.

I wanted to leave right then, but two fears held me up. First, I was afraid if I left too early my mom would get suspicious and watch to see where I was going. Second, I was concerned that Lisa's family might come right back. So I sat and watched the house from my bedroom window. Despite my enthusiasm, I somehow waited until 9 a.m. before making my move.

After telling my mother I was going out to play, I calmly trotted over to Lisa's backyard. Making sure no one was looking, I slid behind a bush that hid the unlocked window. I sat there for moment, wondering if anyone had noticed the window and re-locked it. But when I pushed on the window it opened right up.

I slid myself into the basement and locked the window behind me. The house was quiet and spooky and for the first time I felt guilty about what I was doing. True, I wasn't planning to steal or damage anything still, I knew what I was doing was wrong. Despite my guilt, the excitement of trying on some of Lisa's clothes over came what I was feeling. Cautiously, I walked upstairs, carefully checking to make sure no one else was home. Convinced I was alone, I walked into Lisa's room.

It was your typical girl's room except for the fact there were more boys toys laying about then girl's. I stood in front of the closet for 30 full seconds just thinking, "This had been so easy." I couldn't believe that something so forbidding and beyond my wildest dreams was about to come true.

I grab the knob and open up the closet door. There in front of me hung a number of dresses, some which I had never seen Lisa wear before. I was like a kid in a candy store, I didn't know which one to try on first. Then I spotted the red dress I liked so much. It was a simple dress with white bows on the sleeves and just long enough to cover my thighs. I reached out and grabbed it off the hanger.

Holding it up in front of me, I stood in front of the mirror trying to see how it would look. I hadn't even tried anything on and yet I couldn't remember a happier day in my life. Just as I was getting ready to take off my shirt someone asked, "So Jeff, did you find anything in YOUR size?" I turned to see Mrs. Smith standing in the doorway with an amused look on her face. No doubt she had seen the whole thing however, I quickly put the dress behind my back in a poor attempt to hid it.

"Mrs. Smith," I shouted. "What are you doing here?".

Without changing her expression she said, "I decided to stay home and get caught up on my needlework. Lisa decided she would rather visit her grandparents while her father looked for a job then stay here with me. Now, the ten thousand dollar question is, what are you doing here young man?"

I didn't know what to say. Even though I had been caught red-handed I wasn't about to admit the real reason for being there. I did some quick thinking then told her, "I couldn't find my baseball this morning and thought that maybe I had left it over here last night".

"Humm, I see." She smiled even more. "And what's that behind your back?"

"Nothing." I said nervously. I clutched the dress tighter, hoping this would cause it to disappear.

She walked over to where I was standing and bent down. "Looks like something to me. Come on now, let go of it. Let me see what it is." She pulled the dress out of my hands and from behind my back. Holding it in front of me she smiled real big and said, "This doesn't look like a baseball to me. What were you planning to do with Lisa's dress?"

"Well, you see," I stuttered, trying to think of a good story. "I knocked it off the hanger by accident and it fell to the floor. So I.....picked it up......and was checking to make sure it wasn't dirty before I put it back." It might had been a good story if I had been able to tell it convincingly. Unfortunately, Mrs. Smith saw right through it.

"I see," she replied getting down on her knees and holding the dress up to me. "Nope, it looks clean to me. I like this dress. Lisa looks real cute in it. You know, I hadn't realize it before but you and Lisa are about the same size. I bet you could wear this dress if you wanted to."

The words made me freeze. Had I really heard her right? Was she implying it was alright with her if I tried it on? Or was she waiting to see how I would reply before yelling at me for breaking into her house? I stood there not know what to say. Mrs. Smith had always been a nice lady to me but then, I had never been in trouble with her before.

Sensing my fear, Mrs. Smith smiled softly and in a low voice said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone what happen. I know you're a nice kid." She paused to stared at me for a moment. Then she spoke the words I had dreamed of hearing, "And if you want, I could dress you up as my "little" girl."

A cold chill of excitement ran up my spine. Had I really heard her right? Was she being sincere or was this a trap? Still afraid to show my true feelings, I played her last comment off as a joke. Giving her a weak smile I replied, "Well, I guess that would depend on what you would make me wear?"

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You heard the saying...your mother dresses you funny." I answered trying to sound humorous while hiding my excitement.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Why I would dress you in the most beautiful dress, with ribbons and bows.....and frilly panties...lace anklets and black paten leather shoes. Wouldn't you look just adorable? You'd be the ultimate in femininity....for a little girl, I mean."

My mind went numb. I wanted to scream out, "Yes, yes. I'll do it!", but was afraid of what she would do if I sounded too eager. After all, my parents could never accept my desire to dress up. With years of living in fear behind me it was hard to believe someone was willing to let me live out my dream and not judge me for it. I tried to find the words but couldn't. Finally she spoke to me.

"There are a few rules we need to get worked out. First, we can't tell anyone about this. It will be our little secret."

"Second, you will spend the day here until it's time to go home for supper. I'll call your mom to let her know where you are so she won't worry."

"Third, your name will be....lets see, how about Susanna Marie Smith. I always wanted another little girl so I could give her that name. You on the other hand will refer to me as mommy."

"Finally, you will have to act like a good little girl. That means listening and doing what I tell you to do even if you don't want to. Are we clear on these rules?"

I nodded out a "yes" and tried to appear more relaxed. I didn't realize it but the last rule would come back to haunt me later.

"Now, would you like to see the outfit I have in mind?", she asked. I shook my head and for the first time began to wondered what I had gotten myself into. She smiled, got up off her knees and took my hand. "Okay, come with me dear." I was beginning to believe Mrs. Smith was looking forward to this just as much as I was.

Chapter II

She led me down the hallway into a spare bedroom. "I got this outfit so Lisa could compete in the Little Miss's contest at the local fair next month. But being such a tomboy I had to fight with her just to try it on. "It was too girlish", as she called it, to wear for any period of time outside the contest. What do you think?"

Mrs. Smith pulled from the closet one of the prettiest dresses I had ever seen. It was pink and made out of a silky material with white lace and bows attached all over it. The dress had a pink, lacy collar with small bows attached to it. The sleeves started out puffed but came together midway down the arm and ended at the elbows. On the ends of the sleeves were little white bows and lace.

From the collar down to the skirt the dress had a light, flower pattern on it. The skirt was actually two skirts, the first being just a plain, pink color made out of the silky material. The top skirt covered the first and was made out of a semi-transparent, silky pink lace with a flower design on it. At the ends of the skirt small white bows were attached. The skirt and the rest of the dress was separated by a wide white ribbon that ended in a big bow at the back of the dress.

"You'll need this to get the skirt to spread out," Mrs. Smith said as she grabbed a lacy petticoat from the closet. "I think the rest of the stuff we can find back in Lisa's room. Lets go back there and get you dressed." She pushed the petticoat into my arms and carefully picked up the hanger that held the dress. I followed her back down the hallway into Lisa's room.

After hanging the dress on the back of the door, Mrs. Smith open up a dresser drawer. "Lets see, you'll need underwear," as she threw a unopened package onto the bed. "Would you look at this, it's never been open. Lisa wouldn't even try them on. Or the socks!" as she tossed another unopened package on the bed.

Next she walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of shinny, black shoes and a robe. She placed the shoes on the bed and handed me the robe. "Here, take off your clothes and put this on."

I did as she said, putting the robe on before taking off my pants and underwear. Mrs. Smith picked up the pile of clothes and told me she would be right back. She left the room and a moment later re-appeared with a long, blonde wig. "Bet you didn't know your mother was a blonde at one time." she said with a smile. "Okay, I think we're ready to start."

As we sat on the bed she explained what everything was and in what order I needed to put them on. Once this was done, she looked at me for a moment and said, "If you need help with something let me know. In the meantime, I'm going to call your mom, just to let her know where you are, and get dressed myself. Take all the time you need Honey, alright." With that she got up and left, closing the door behind her.

I rushed to the door and opened it so I could hear her conversation with my mother. It turned out my mom was going shopping that afternoon and was hoping Mrs. Smith could watch me while she was gone. Talk about good luck. After Mrs. Smith hung up the phone I closed the door and turned to the job at hand.

First I open up the package of new underwear that was lying on the bed. They were white and silky with ruffles attached to the outside. I carefully stepped into them and pulled them up. A cool wave of excitement ran up my body causing me to shiver. The panties were much silkier then anything I had tried on before.

Next I open up the package containing the socks. Like the underwear, they were also white and had three rows of lace trim near the top. I slid them on over my foot, passed my ankles, and all the way up to my knees.

After the socks came the hard part of putting on the petticoat. It was made out of a smooth, nylon material with white, flower lace attached at the edges. There were layers of soft, lacy ruffles which caused the petticoat to spread out. I had never seen, let alone wore anything that had so many ruffles. It took me a moment just to find the place where I needed to put my head through. Then came the tough part of battling all the lacy ruffles to get it over my body. With one final big pull, I was able to slip it into place. The ruffles on the petticoat were thick and I enjoyed the touch of them rustling around my legs. I was tempted to look at myself in the mirror but held off.

Next I picked up the dress and removed it from the hanger. It felt so cool and silky in my hands, which were shaking with excitement. I try to stared at all the details; the lace, the ribbons, the bows, but it was too much to take in. The dress was absolutely beautiful! It was prettier then I could have ever dreamed up. Another cool wave of excitement caused my body to shiver.

I carefully placed the dress over my head and slid pull it down just as Mrs. Smith had told me to do. Then I lifted up the skirt and started spreading it out over the petticoat. From my angle, the dress just covered the petticoat.

As I began smoothing out the dress over the petticoat, I notice that pressing down on the dress was like I was pushing down on a bunch of soft pillows. As soon as I stop pressing down, the dress would spread right back out again. I did this a few more times to try and capture the experience in my memory.

There was a knock at the door. "How are you doing in there?"

"I'm almost dressed," I reply.

I lifted the wig off the fake head and put it on, being careful and doing it the way Mrs. Smith had showed me. The wig was made of long, straight hair that went all the way down to my waist. There was a sight curl in the front.

The last thing I did was slipped my feet into the shoes. They were shinny and black but a bit tight. I had to fight with the buckle before they went on.

After all this was done, I made my way to the mirror. What I saw shocked me. While I wasn't perfect, I looked better then I ever dreamed I could. Staring back at me was this cute little girl in a pretty dress.

"This couldn't be me," I kept repeating to myself and yet it I knew it was. I was in a daze.

There was another knock on the door. "Hurry up, I want to see how you look." There was excitement in her voice that I hadn't heard before.

Perhaps it was her excitement that made me nervous or maybe that this would be the first time someone would see me dressed up. Whatever the reason, I didn't want Mrs. Smith to walk in and see me standing in the middle of the room dressed like this. I went inside the closet and closed the door part-way before I calling out that I was ready.

I heard the door open and then a concerned voice ask, "Susan, where are you?"

"In the closet." I replied nervously.

"Why are you hiding in there?" The voice got louder as she walked closer to the door.

"I...I wanted to surprise you. Are you sure you want to see me?" I asked? Really, really sure? Because if you're not, then don't open up the door."

"Yes I want to see you." Her voice became much softer and understanding. "Look, I'm not going to laugh at you, I promise. In fact, I know we're going to have a great time if you trust me. Now, I'm going to open up the door on the count of three. One. Two. Three." I took a deep breath and braced myself for the worse. I realized there was no turning back. For better or worse, my decision had been made.

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