GRABBING THE RING!
Tina Marie's Special Halloween
Mom took me into my room and told me to wait, then came back in a short time from the attic and the basement where many of my sisters clothes were stored, which she had outgrown. I learned later that my mom had many of her clothes stored down there as well - I just had not yet found them. As I was only 10, there was no facial or leg hair to deal with and the clothes fit very well (which I knew they would). First, there was the nylon panties, followed by a long led panty girdle with garters, as pantyhose were not around at the time. Then there were the stockings (which felt so good), and it felt embarrassing, but nice, to have my mom helping me. Then came a bra which fit well, but my mom still added a couple of foam liners for some extra fullness. Then four frilly petticoats which I had never seen before! Next came a very full skirted dress which zipped up the back. I could not believe how full the dress was with all of the petticoats, as I had only found one petticoat in my sister's closet to try on. Of course, with all of the petticoats, the dress came above my knees, and Mom told me to be careful when I was out, as the least little breeze or movement might cause my petticoats to come up and show off my girdle and stockings. (She just giggled and I really did not know why at the time) Mom had a couple of wigs she used for work and she found one that was shoulder length and, with a bit of blush and lipstick, I turned around to see a copy of my sister...but it was me! Of course, my mother was delighted, but not half as much as my dad, who called me his "little girl." He walked around me and smiled and then gave a a bid hug and told me honestly that he had always wanted another daughter; not that he was disappointed with a son, but he just wanted another girl in the house and now he had that little girl with "his" Tina Marie. I had never seen my dad smile that big - I knew he was really happy about this. Well, this year my dad insisted on taking his new little girl out trick or treating and kept telling me what a cute little girl I was and how much he loved having another daughter.
I was so embarrassed, and my friends came over, lifting my
skirt up but my dad intervened and told them that the wind
would do a fine job of blowing up my skirt! I could not
believe he had said that. Of course, they all followed me as
we went door to door trick or treating for the rest of the
evening, and every time the wind would blow my skirt, they
would all whistle or shout. Since I was holding on to my trick
or treat bag in one hand and my dad's hand with the other,
there was little I could do when the wind blew my skirt up.
Everyone talked about Tina Marie's petticoats and girdle the rest of the night (and the next day at school too). My dad kept encouraging me to behave like a girl and to not be afraid to show off my petticoats. By the end of the night my friends asked me if I could just become Tina Marie all of the time. I could not believe what was happening - they actually liked me more as a girl than as a clumsy boy who did not play baseball very well. My dad heard one of them say that and he turned to them and said, "Would you really like to have her in a dress all the time?" They replied Yes! My dad said he would have to think about it and then said, "You know, if she was dressed that way, she could no longer play sports or do boy things and she would have to be looked after as she was a girl."
My friends all promised they would take care of me and watch out for me, and that I was not very good at sports anyway and they would love having me watch them play instead. After that night, my life really changed and during the summer break, they enjoyed having a new friend, Tina Marie, who they took care of and watched over as long as "she" was dressed as a girl and did not try to be one of the guys. In fact, my mom and sister made sure that I had plenty of dresses and petticoats to wear through the summer months, much to the enjoyment of my friends. I also was more accepted by the girls in the neighborhood, but that's another story. There are more stories yet to come, and I will send more if dear Tessy will publish them for me.
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