BRYAN'S FINE TEA PARTY
|I was 10 years old & somewhat frail,
but not effeminate. My older brothers were grown & father moved to
Mother had gotten an invitation to a
mother/daughter fine tea party, from her good friend Mrs. Taylor. She
lived in a town 50 miles away & I didn't know her at all. I think
Mrs. Taylor & my mom hoped that I could be convinced to attend the
tea as a girl. Mother finally popped the question one evening.
I was stunned. I admitted to myself that dressing up in fine sissy clothes had crossed my mind once or twice. Next day I said to Mom, "How would we get the girl's clothes?" She squealed with delight.
"Oh Bryan, I know where to get a lovely outfit just right for you. I can go and get everything. OK??"
Well, the morning of the party came. I really mostly remember the sound of the rustling petticoats, the pin curl wig & the feel of the lacy satin panties underneath it all.
I behaved like a perfect little lady. Only Mrs. Taylor & Mom knew it was a boy named Patricia that attended the party that afternoon.
Mother never asked to dress me again. I think she was very worried I'd become a real sissyboy. I still dream of that day every now & then.
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