Life in the
other lane

I was born the only son amongst 4 girls. It all started when I was young, almost before I can
remember. I had four older sisters, 5, 7, 10, and 14 years older than me. Part of the family "ritual"
involved my parents taking off for Sunday afternoon alone, leaving us kids to fend for ourselves. This
frequently lasted until late at night, so my sisters and I would play by ourselves when they were gone.
My father was always changing jobs, it seems we never stayed in the same town for more than 9
months. As the only son, and the youngest of five children, I quite often got the brunt of many pokes
from my sisters and parents. Anyway, when my parents would leave for the day, my sisters would
dress me up in their old clothes and we would pretend to be five sisters in a fairy tale. Our parents
never knew, because this game only happened while they were gone, and we never talked about it
when they were around.

When I was about 5, my oldest sister started getting serious about boys, and finally decided to marry
one. Nick, her fiancee, had his ring bearer picked out, his youngest brother, who was about the same
age as I. Susan and Nick then looked all over for a little girl for the wedding - Sue just had to have
a flower girl, but to no avail. Finally, Sue hit upon an idea, she asked me if I would like to be in the
wedding as the flower girl, reminding me that I would have to wear a dress and act like a little girl,
just like in our weekend games. I eagerly agreed, after all, I had a lot of practice, and after years of
experience, I really did like wearing dresses, especially pretty ones with lots of lace. I was sworn to
secrecy about the conversation, and she went downstairs to talk with our parents. After a little
argument (I heard my father almost shout,"No son of mine is going to get caught wearing a damn
dress like some damn GIRL!"), I was finally ushered into the room and asked if I would like to be the
flower girl at Sue's wedding. My father also warned me that if I accepted, I would not only have to
wear a dress, but I would have to act like a girl. Not wanting to be in trouble with Sue for letting the
cat out of the bag, I pretended to think it over for a while, then I hesitantly accepted, of course. I said
that I wanted very badly to be an important part of her wedding, and since Nick's little brother had
already claimed the ring bearer's job, I was happy for anything. To help in the deception, I added with
fake disappointment, "even if I have to wear a fancy dress with lots of lace, some frilly panties, and
something fancy in my hair." Father was noticeably disappointed, but mother calmed him down, "It's
only for a couple of hours, and no one will notice who he is."

During the time leading up to the wedding, my hair, which was already getting long, was allowed to
grow even more. By the time of the wedding, my long auburn hair was down to my shoulders, much
to the delight of my sisters. Since my father's new job kept him on the road a lot, he never saw how
long my hair was getting. My sisters made sure that I knew all about being a flower girl, and had me
practice quite often. They made me practice my curtsy and walk each day, and helped me brush my
hair twice a day. My mother reluctantly pitched in and taught me how to wear my hair for the
wedding and what to do.

Two weeks before the big day, my sisters and mother took me shopping for my dress and
accessories. Starting with pink cotton panties, I was dressed in some of my sisters old clothes and
told to "try very hard to act and look like a little girl." I next donned some white lace tights, a white
satin slip, and a white dress with pink polka dots. Unfortunately, I had to wear my tennis shoes
because none of my sister's old shoes fit.

This made some new shoes imperative. So, we started at the shoe store. I started with some pretty
pink patent leather shoes with straps, and enjoyed trying on three other pairs of shoes. I practically
begged my mother to let me have some hot pink, high heeled pumps, but she strictly forbid any high
heels. My next choice was a pair of bright red T-strap, low-heeled pumps, but the color wasn't right
for the wedding. We finally decided on some shiny black patent leather ones with simple buckled
straps and the one fancy concession she allowed, a bow at the toes.

The dress shop was next, and I totally fooled the sales lady, "What a lovely little girl you have
there." she said. I was excited with each new dress, and must have tried on at least ten. As I tried
on the pink dress with the satin ribbon bows, the sales lady said, "I sure wish my daughter looked as
good in that dress as yours, I got it for her the other day, and I think your daughter looks better in
it." When mother wasn't looking, Mary ushered me into a short red miniskirt that just barely covered
my butt. After seeing me in it, mother shook her head in disbelief and demanded that I get out of it
immediately. Next, Susan dressed me in a pink satin number with a satin waist sash with a large bow
in the back. The sales lady sighed as she commented, "She's really quite lovely, you know. Don't we
all wish we looked as good?" Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my mother's nod, and I just
barely heard her say "yes." My heart soared to think that I really looked like a little girl. We finally
bought a white dress with yellow print flowers instead of the pink satin one because it was just about
all we could afford.

The next stop was to get a new petticoat and panties. We no sooner entered the shop, than the sales
woman cried, "What a darling little girl." The petticoat had five layers of chiffon lace and a petite
little pink flower at the waist. My new silk panties had several yellow lace ruffles on the ass to match
my dress. I also got some white socks with yellow lace trim.

I must have practiced real good, because when the wedding finally arrived, many of the people
remarked that they thought my mother had a little boy, not such a cute little girl. I even remember
Nick commenting to me on the sly that I made a better looking little girl than a boy. My father almost
missed the wedding because of his job, and I think partly because of me. It was kind of fun, especially
when he saw me, because he didn't recognize me. Later, Sue told me that he couldn't believe it was
me, he thought they had found a little girl at the last minute. Hearing that, I beamed with pride, I had
even fooled my own father!

Three years later, Mary's turn to get married came, and I was again cast into the role of flower
girl. Mother didn't seem to mind half as much as the other time over my being a girl again. Maybe,
it was because she had resigned to the fact the last time. Anyway, my hair was allowed to grow well
past my shoulders down to my shoulder blades. I got to get a new dress, a light blue one with a lace
collar. This time I was allowed to get some regular shoes, some black, T-strapped patent leather
pumps with low heels, mother still wouldn't allow me to wear high heels. I even got to wear a pair
of pantyhose and silk panties. I had to shave my legs for the pantyhose, and I even got to shave my
underarms. Before I could put on the bikini panties, I had to tuck my penis between my legs and into
the crack in my ass. After the panties, I had to put on a bra that was slightly padded so I would have
that "starting to look grown up" look. The pantyhose was next, and I made sure I had them on right.
Then I put on the full slip and the dress. I finished the outfit with the shoes as my mother sighed and
shook her head.

On my tenth birthday, Gloria gifted me with my first packet of birth control pills, but she made me
promise not to tell mother. Every month, without fail, Gloria would give me a new packet which I
promptly hid from mother. By the time I reached twelve, I was growing some nice breasts, and I was
developing some nice curves. I was developing so well, in fact, that mother made me change schools
and start wearing dresses to school. One of my school girl-friends even remarked that she wished
she had breasts as well developed as mine. I was sure that the birth control pills were helping, but
I wasn't going to tell anyone.

Gloria was the last to go, and since I was too old for flower girl, I was enlisted for the final scene as
one of her bride's maids. Gloria never mentioned to Jim, her fiancee, that I was not a real girl. My
hair had grown to the middle of my back by then, and I got to help pick out the dresses. Gloria
wanted a rainbow wedding, so all the dresses were different colors, and she let me be pink. The
gowns were to mimic hers, which meant that they had low necklines to show off cleavage.

The day of the wedding, my other two sisters showed up to help me dress. "Which do you want to
wear, stockings and garter belt, or pantyhose," Sue asked. "Well," I pondered, "I've never worn
stockings before." "Stockings it must be then," chimed in Mary. I started dressing with the very
bright, hot pink panties that Sue said looked good on me. The black, see-through lace bra was next.
The white lace garter belt fit daintily around my slim waist as if it were custom made. The pink satin
straps of the garter belt were attached to the dark brown stockings. The pale pink enhanced, rather
than retracted from the much brighter, and much lacier hot pink panties. My creamy white thighs
peeked out from between the chocolate brown trim of the stockings, the bright hot pink of the
panties, and the pale pink satin ribbon of the garter belt. "Don't you look divine," stressed Mary.
"And very sexy, even for a girl," added Sue. "It's too bad some young stud can't see you like this and
ball you into submission," quipped Mary. "Now," warned Sue, "you're getting a little crude there
Mary." "Well," tilting her head slightly toward me, "she would sure fall into the scene," Mary
protested. Blushing, I turned my back and examined the rest of my clothes. Being in the fall, right
before I started high school, I added the full pink chiffon petticoat before stepping into the pink satin,
lace covered dress. The pink satin high heeled pumps finished the clothes, as Sue & Mary made up
my face.

At the reception, I ended up dancing with Marty, a boy in my class. We danced for a while, then he
danced us out onto the outside porch. "I understand you're starting high school this fall," he asked.
"Yes, at Washington High," I responded. "That's great," he said, "I'll see more of you when school
starts, that's where I'm going too." With that, he leaned over and kissed me. "Hmmm," I responded.
This seemed to be a signal to him for he started kissing me even more. Soon his hot tongue was
probing every recess of my mouth as I started kissing him back. Suddenly, Sue appeared on the porch
announcing a special dance exhibition.

Inside, I had a surprise, as the hired dancers were women dancing the Can-Can. After a few minutes,
most of the women who were watching, me included, were pressured into joining the chorus line. As
I started, I found that I had to hike up my dress to do the leg kicks, and to my amazement, it was lots
of fun. As the beat got faster, I kicked higher, and soon, I had my dress up around my thighs. As
the last dance ended, I noticed that I had been showing off my garters and panties with almost every
kick. For some reason, this made me more excited, and I secretly thought how much fun it would be
to do this every night.

Back on the porch, Marty guided me to a statue of a Greek woman holding two round jugs. Soon
he was hugging and kissing me, and when I thought he was finally letting up, I heard a zipper.
Pushing him away, I saw him open his pants. I stood there, agape, in amazement, as he placed my
hand on him. It felt very warm and strangely wonderful. To his surprise, and mine, I started slowly
rubbing it up and down, not unlike what I had done in the old weekend games with my sisters.
Marty's hand went to my breasts and I felt a strange warmth come over me. Marty sucked in a deep
breath as I wrapped my fingers around him. Soon, Marty's eyes sort of glazed over and he started
rocking his hips forward and backward in time with my strokes. Marty suddenly shuddered and
almost collapsed as I felt a wetness in my hands. As I zipped his pants back up, I noticed a shadow
at the door. Luckily it was Sue. With a knowing smile, she nodded to me and slipped soundlessly
back into the ballroom.

Marty and I made our way back into the ballroom. As we mingled, there came a mischievous grin
over Marty's face. Marty introduced me to his friend Sam, then whispered something into his ear. As
we talked, Marty and Sam slowly worked our way to the balcony. "Here's the statue I was talking
to you about," Marty said to Sam as he pointed to the statue of the woman. "Notice the shape of her
jugs," Marty said. "Oh, yes I have," replied Sam with a glint in his eyes, and a brief glance back to
me. "Oh, what a poor host I am," said Marty. "I brought you all the way out here, and you don't even
have anything to drink. Wait here, you two, while I get us something to drink," and off dashed Marty.

"That was awfully nice of him," I began. "Yes, that Marty is one nice guy, he shares almost everything
with his friends," Sam said as his eyes ripped my dress off me. His left arm wrapped around my
shoulders as he led me toward the statue.

Two days later I got a call from Fred, a nightclub owner who had been at the wedding. Fred
introduced himself as a friend of my new brother-in-law and inquired as to how everyone was doing.
He finally said that the reason for the call was that he had seen my dancing and was offering me a job
as an exotic dancer. I didn't dare tell my mother, but promised to try it for one night.

Three nights later, I told mother I was going on a date, and slipped out to the nightclub. The risk of
revealing my true sex added to my excitement, knowing that if the wrong thing happened, I could end
up in a dark alley, beaten to a pulp. The physical danger only intensified my excitement, and I ended
up giving the audience a better show than Fred had anticipated.

After the show, Fred gave me $200 and asked me to return the next Wednesday night. "I don't know
if I can get out or not, but I'll try," I replied. I wasn't too sure on how to broach the subject with my
mother. I wasn't too sure she would approve of her last "daughter" becoming an exotic dancer. On
the way home, I fantasized about how I would spend my new money. I dreamed of new dresses,
makeup galore, and accessories to boot. I dreamed of things I could do, of things I could buy, and
the places I could go.

When I got home, the lights were on. This was somewhat unusual, as mother's job made her go to
bed early so she could get up in the morning. Mother was in the kitchen, sitting at our beat-up old
table, crying. I stood beside her and put my arm around her. She looked up at me and between sobs,
told me she had lost her job, the rent was due, and there was no indication of her getting another job.
She had been out of work for a week, and hadn't wanted to tell me for fear of upsetting me. The
reality of our situation burst my fantasy bubble with an almost audible bang. Slowly, I opened my
purse and presented my two hundred dollar check to my mother.

"Where did you get all this money?" she asked. "I I just started a new job," I replied. "I didn't tell
you about it, because I wasn't sure if I would get it or not," I lied. Mother hugged me and said, "It's
not right for you to have to support us with your own money, I just need to figure out what I'm going
to do." That's okay, I shouldn't be sponging off you anyway. Besides, we can just think of it as a loan
until you can get another job. I'm sure you'll get another one, even better than the last." I was sure
my mother was going to have a lot of trouble getting another job, she was not well educated. I forced
her hand around my paycheck and told her to keep it. I knew I was going to have to keep going back
to the club.

Wednesday night I showed up and was surprised that the CAN-CAN dancing I did the previous
Monday was not to be done, instead, I was to put on a little "fashion show". The show was basically
setup where there was a translucent screen behind which I was to change. Then I was to come out
from behind the screen to show off the fashions. The fun part was that the fashions were to start with
some dresses from Victorian England and progress to the present, ending with a miniskirt, halter top,
and high heels. I also was excited as the light behind the screen made my dressing VERY obvious to
the audience. I got to walk on stage in a full set of clothes, so I didn't have to worry about
underwear.

My first dress was a very tight, brown plaid dress with a white lace insert in the bodice and white lace
trim at the hem. Under the dress were three petticoats and a long pair of pantaloons over my bikini
panties, garter belt with stockings, lace bra and 4 inch high heeled black pumps. The dress was so
tight that I had trouble breathing. As I walked down the gangway, I caught a reflection of myself in
a mirror. That image almost took my breathe away - I was amazed at how small my waist was, It
must have been eighteen inches (I was normally about 28). Of course, as I walked, I had to show
something to the audience, so I swung my hips as much as I could in that dress, and lifted my dress
to show my petticoats and underwear with every other step. There were a few sore people in the
audience, for not much was revealed through all that material.

When I started changing behind the screen, the same people started applauding. One of the girls
helped me with some of the lacings and fasteners. Soon I was down to my panties, garter belt,
stockings, bra and pumps.

Next came the "Southern Belle" outfit. And so on through the night until I finally walked down the
gangway in the red patent leather miniskirt and sheer halter top. As I walked, the garters stretched
and shrank. They were quite obvious under the miniskirt, in fact, I'm positive that some of the
audience could see my panties as I walked. This only added to my excitement.

When this last walk was done, I walked over to Freddy an asked if he wanted me to model my
underwear as a last show. He agreed,(of course) and I stripped out of the skirt and top. There were
a lot of cat calls as I strutted down the gangway,. When I got back to the screen, I winked at Freddy,
then slipped off my bra and proceeded back down the gangway, snapping my garters and shaking my
breasts all the way.

That night Freddy gave me an extra tip for being so good and asked me back on Friday. I agreed and
before too long, I had a regular job. On Mondays it was the CAN-CAN, Wednesdays was the fashion
show, and Fridays I did a strip tease (Freddy says I've got a natural talent for it).

After over a year, I still dance at Fred's club. The most important thing that has happened is that Fred
proposed to me, even though he knows my past and my conversion is not complete. He loves me for
what I am and he says that my past and anatomy is what makes me so special.

And that is how this story started.