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Not One of the Girls - Part 6
🕑 Added 2021-01-06 11:00:10 +0000 UTCNOTE - Sorry guys, my laptop just give up, it is not loading the Sims 4 anymore, so I have uploaded the audio story of this end part.
As I got to my gate I saw Mr. Jackson, our next-door neighbor, in his garden. I said Hi, but he just stared at me and shook his head. He's really weird you know. I opened the door and walked on through to tell Mum I was back.
Oops, another mistake. I should have just run straight to my room. My Mum was totally shocked. Now I really did look like a girl, she said. Well, I told her it wasn't really surprising, was it? I was supposed to be Posh Spice, and she's a girl, but she didn't seem too impressed. Why was I wearing so much makeup? Well like Posh Spice doesn't, I asked.
Well, it was worse than before. I should realize that I was a boy, and I shouldn't wear stuff like dresses. I told her that I did realize I was a boy, but she said a real boy wouldn't try and give himself boobs! Making me dress like this just proved that my friends thought of me as one of the girls. I tried telling her that they hadn't like made me dress like this at all; that I was happy enough with it, but that cut no ice at all. Then she started crying again and said it was all her fault for splitting up with Dad, and me not having a proper male role model or something. All a bit heavy for me. I hugged her and said she hadn't done anything wrong, and that I was really lucky to have a Mum like her. That cheered her up a bit, which was a relief. She even looked me over and said that the dress looked nice on me, which made me smile.
I told her I was going to have a bath, and she said that was okay. She said that maybe we could go shopping the day after, together like. I was a bit taken aback, but I agreed because she had been so upset.
Mum was just so nice to me in the morning! She brought me my breakfast in bed and then started making plans for our shopping trip. She said we were going to splash out on each other, because we deserved it, whatever that meant, and asked me if there was anything I particularly wanted. Well, there was tons of stuff, of course, but I wasn't sure that I should make her spend all her money on me, so I didn't say much. We got ourselves ready and went into town really early in the car. She parked up in the big multi-story car park, and we went straight on through to the shops.
Mum didn't know her way around as well as me, so I was sort of in the lead. I was a bit cautious after the night before, in case she thought I knew more than I should about clothes shops, but she told me she was looking for some nice skirts, so in the end, I sort of accidentally managed to find a place I knew had some good ones in. She was just so enthusiastic about it! It was worse than shopping with Jess and Kelly! She wanted to try on virtually everything she saw, and grabbed herself an armful of skirts, and told me to come off to the changing rooms with her.
Well like I was a bit surprised. I mean, I had been in girls' changing rooms before, with my mates, but I knew you were supposed to be discreetly doing it if you were a boy. Normally if I thought I was going to want to try something on when I went shopping, I made sure I had my unisex pants on, and maybe a bit of eyeliner or something. Nobody normally batted an eyelid as long as I was careful. But that day, I didn't have any makeup on at all, which made me nervous.
Anyway, Mum had disappeared off to the back of the shop shouting at me to follow her, so I had to go ahead with it. I smiled at the assistant at the door, who gave me a knowing look about what over-enthusiastic Mum's could be like, but didn't try and stop me. Mum was already stripping off her trousers by the time I saw her. God, she can be so embarrassing sometimes! She tried on a simple black skirt first, which was all right, although it was a bit short. She asked me if it made her bum look too big, and I said no. Then she took it off and tried on a really, and I mean really short blue floral mini. I didn't know where to look!
She twirled around in front of the mirror with it and then said it was too young for her. God, that was a relief! At least she'd seen some sense. But then she threw it over to me and said I should try it on. I flushed scarlet! I couldn't try on a skirt, could I? I mean, I was a boy for heaven's sake! And to think she'd accused my friends of thinking I was one of the girls! I shook my head, but she kept on about it while she tried on the next one.
Talk about embarrassment! God, I went as red as a beetroot as I slipped my shorts off! Luckily, I hadn't gone totally 'I'm out with Mum, better wear really heavy boy stuff' that day, and I had a nice floral pair of pants on. I turned my back to the room to make sure no one could see me from the front and stepped into the skirt. That felt odd too, because I wasn't used to wearing skirts, as you can imagine. Or at least I guess you could imagine if you are a boy, or maybe a girl who doesn't wear skirts like ever. I had tried on a skirt like once before, maybe twice, when Billie was really insistent about it, but it wasn't a habit. Anyway, I managed to get it fastened up, and decided I'd better have a look at myself in the mirror, just for show.
I had a quick look and I suppose it didn't look too bad, and I was about to take it off again when Mum started shouting out about how good it looked. How nice and summery, and stuff like that. Mum made me turn round and round in front of her, and then said I should buy it. What was she like? It was a skirt for heaven's sake! When was I ever going to wear a skirt? I told her no, and she eventually agreed, as long as we could think about coming back for it later. I was so relieved as I slipped my shorts back on, and waited for her to try on the last of her skirts. She didn't like any of them in the end, and handed them all to the assistant at the door, except for the blue floral one. She told them to keep it on one side for me! The assistant smiled, and I went bright red again.
Things weren't much better in the next shop, but realizing what a strange mood Mum was in, I picked up a couple of nice tops on my own accord, which I thought would at least pre-empt her getting me to try on her cast-offs! It worked well enough, but she did gush unnecessarily much about a cute pink sort of gypsy top I'd picked up. It looked good, but I didn't have a big enough bust to carry it off.
But the fifth shop was different. Mum disappeared off to find her usual clutch of skirts, while I wandered around looking at stuff. I knew I had a good few minutes before she would have gathered enough stuff up to be worth a trip to the changing rooms, so I just took my time. And then I saw it, hanging in a rack with some other ones, and looking even more gorgeous than I had imagined. It was the dress that I had dreamt about the night before.
Then suddenly there was my Mum's voice shouting in my ear, telling me how lovely it was, then Mum suggested I try it on. Well, I was like, no I couldn't. It wouldn't be right, I'd never wear it, and stuff like that. God, had she forgotten that I was a boy or something?
"Hello? I'm a boy remember Mum!" could I? And I have to admit it was a really cool dress, and I liked it. I sort of started thinking that maybe I could just try it on, I mean, it's not as if I was going to buy it or anything because I wouldn't ever wear a dress, would I? Not counting Jess's that I was going to wear to be Posh spice anyway. So in the end I just nodded. I thought I'd just try it on, you know, to see what it looked like and whether it felt as nice as it did in my dream, and then take it off again. But Mum shamed to me again. Just as I was going through the door, she shouted out that I had to come out and show her what it looked like. What was she like? The girl on the door smiled at me, but I was like, turning into a lobster I was blushing so much.
Still, there wasn't much for it. I went in, and God, was it crowded in there! Millions of girls my age and upwards were stripping and standing in front of the mirrors. I had trouble finding a spot to use, and in the end had to stand, like, really close to this girl who was about eighteen or so. She moved her stuff over, and then smiled and asked if the dress was for a party or something. I just smiled as best as I could in reply.
As I took my top off I really wished that I'd worn a bra that day. I mean, I don't really need one, but I felt dead self-conscious stripping off and not having one on. I was sure the eighteen-year-old would notice that I had a chest like a boy's, but she didn't. She just tried on her skirt and paid no attention, which was a relief. I decided to keep my shorts on. I mean, I was wearing unisex knickers, so that wasn't a problem in itself, but I felt really nervous that someone would notice I had a Willy. I know it was silly, it's not that big or anything, and I guess girls don't really look for that sort of thing in changing rooms, but there you are; I decided to keep my shorts on.
I picked up the dress, and I was so nervous that my legs were shaking as I stepped into it. I really thought everyone else in there would notice I was scared, but they just carried on, as I slipped it upwards. Then I forgot about all of them, because, well, the dress was just so good! It was sort of satiny, and it felt really great against me, because, well, I'd never worn anything so posh before. When we were little, Jess had a satin princess dress, and I'd tried that on once, but this was so much better! It took my breath away, and I was still shaking when I went over to the mirror to have a look. I was so, like, taken up with it, that I forgot about the eighteen-year-old, and nearly pushed her out of the way in my rush.
I bumped into her and said sorry as you do. I thought for a minute she might thump me because she looked so vexed about it, but then she smiled again and asked me if I wanted her to do it up for me. Gulp! I nodded, and she fastened the zip up on the back. I looked in the mirror again and loved it even more. The only trouble was, now I really wished I'd worn a bra. It looked all wrong at the front, however much I fussed around with the neck. I wondered if I could come back to town later in the week with a bra on, so I could see what it would look like properly because it really did look good apart from at the bust. The eighteen-year-old muttered that I looked really pretty as she left, and I smiled at her. I turned around a few times. It really was a fantastic dress, and it felt so good, but what with the bra problem, and me being a boy and not being able to wear dresses very often, I decided that I'd just take it off.
It was then I realized I was stuck. I put my hands up my back as far as they would go, but I couldn't get to the bit where the zip stopped, and the hook bit came across. You probably know what I'm talking about if you've ever tried one of these fancy dresses on. I tried putting my hands backward, you know, over my shoulders, but that just hurt. Talk about embarrassing! I was now stuck in this dress in the middle of the girls' changing rooms, and there was no way out of it. I wondered whether I could ask one of the other girls in there to help me, but then I heard my Mum shouting from outside, asking if I was ready to show her what it looked like. I didn't really want to. I mean, who likes their Mum looking at them in a new dress? Well, especially when you're a boy I mean. But I couldn't easily see any other way of getting it undone. I had a quick look around the changing room, but nobody seemed all that bothered, so I just gathered up the hem a bit so I could walk properly, and went back outside.
The girl on the door saw me first and went totally over the top about it. She said how gorgeous it was, and how I'd get all the boys in it. Like I really would want to get boys – not! I know she was supposed to get me to buy stuff from her shop by saying stuff like that, but she was going well too far with it. But to make matters worse Mum came running over and gushing at me about it as well. She made me turn around and around, like one of those ice skaters or something, and I felt truly ashamed. It was awful.
Then she started fussing about with the hem – to make it hang right so she said. I tried to get her to stop, but she was having none of it. She asked me if I liked it, and, well, because we were in the shop, with like all these other people staring at us, I said yes, but that it didn't fit properly around the top. She came over to look, to see what I was talking about. Now that was really bad I can tell you, having your Mum coming over to look at your cleavage! Then the assistant put her pennyworth in, and said it would be all right if I 'cheated' a little! Well I mean, cheat a little! I knew what that meant because Kelly and Jess used to do that before they got big. I was about to say no when Mum said it was a good idea!
The girl on the door then said, like, that they had a range of bras for the Junior Miss that might help. Like I didn't know? I and the girls often came into this shop, and I knew what underwear they had, even if I'd only ever bought knickers from there. I was, like, shaking my head, but Mum took off to go and get one, and I was left standing by the changing room door in this dress! She took a lot longer than she had to, and this other woman came over and told me how pretty I looked, and how she wished she could convince her daughter to dress up as a proper lady. The girl on the door agreed with her, and they said that it was a shame that so many girls just wore jeans all the time, and how it was good that I was happy to wear a dress.
Then Mum came back carrying a package, and like I could guess what was in it. I kept saying no, I didn't want to try it on, but she just shoved me back into the changing room. There were still other girls in there, so it was just totally grim when she took down the top of my dress and made me lift my arms to put the bra on. I mean, how many people my age need their Mum's help to get dressed? Once it was on, and the dress was done up again, I had to admit though, it was an improvement. It wasn't like the other bras I'd worn. It was what was called 'gently padded' on the packet. That meant that even if you had no boobs like me, it made you look quite well stacked.
I looked at myself in the mirror, as you do, while Mum embarrassed me even more by still fussing with the dress, pulling and tugging at it. It was odd though. With the pretend boobs, I looked even more like I had in my dream, and I wondered if Anna really would like me as much in real life as she had then. Suddenly Mum said I had to take it off. I was, like, what now? And she said yes, and undid the back for me. She took it and put it back on the hanger, and then I took the bra off as well because we hadn't paid for it. I was slow getting back dressed because I was still thinking about the dress. Mum got bored waiting for me and took the stuff outside. If I had been a girl, I would have really wanted it, that's for sure. I sort of wondered if there were any times I could have worn it anyway, even, like, you know, being a boy, but I couldn't think of any. So I was a bit sad when I put my top back on.
The girl on the door was all smiles and friendly when I came out, but I couldn't see Mum anywhere. I sort of figured she'd probably gone off to look for more skirts, but then I saw her, over by the checkout! Like, she was buying the dress and the bra! Well, I was over there as quick as I could. I mean, my Mum was trying to buy me a dress for God's sake, what would you have done? I told her I didn't want it, but she just blanked me and handed over the plastic. It was terrible. Apart from anything else it cost nearly one hundred pounds! We didn't have that sort of money, what was she thinking of?
But it was no use. She signed the slip, and the dress was mine. She handed me the bag, all smiles, and I just had to take it. I couldn't say anything as we walked out of the shop, but once we were in the mall, I like said to Mum, what are you thinking of? You've just spent one hundred pounds on a dress for me! She just smiled and said it was worth it because she knew I liked it so much. Then she said she was sorry for all that stuff before about my friends thinking I was one of the girls, and that this was a sort of present to make up for that. I was well confused by it all, I have to say, and she was sobbing, which was embarrassing.
Anyway, that was it for the shopping trip. She decided that we should go home then, so, like, the only things we had actually bought were the blue dress and the bra. She hadn't got a single thing for herself, and I felt well guilty about that on the drive home.
Anna called on my mobile. She wanted to know what I was doing. Well, I didn't really want to tell her, but I said she could call round in about half an hour because Mum and I would be back by then.
We got in, and I carried the dress upstairs to my room while Mum made herself a cup of tea. She always drinks tea, not coffee, unless she's having wine, and she only does that in the evenings. I put the bag on the bed, and sort of wondered whether I should get it out to have a look at, but I thought that as I couldn't put it on, there wasn't much point, so I didn't. Anyway, I heard the doorbell ring. I knew it would be Anna, so I ran downstairs to open it before Mum did, and let her in. She looked really good – as always – with a nice pair of jeans on, and a spaghetti strap top in yellow, which I really liked. I was about to take her upstairs so we could listen to some CDs and stuff when Mum comes out of the kitchen and starts being all chatty with us. I and Anna looked at each other, but, like, she's not a bit shy with other people's parents, so she chatted back about school and stuff.
Then Mum dropped me in it. She told Anna we'd been shopping, and worse than that, that I'd bought something special. She didn't say what it was, but you could tell by the way Anna was looking at me that she wanted to know. I didn't blame her, like, because it's only polite when somebody's bought something, but I was really embarrassed. Then Mum was like, why not try it on so Anna can see? And Anna's like, well, that she really wanted to see whatever it was, and I was like all flustered, and wishing Mum would shut up. Oh God, it was awful! I didn't know what to do. They were both there looking at me, waiting for me to go upstairs and try the dress on, and I would have looked a right nerd if I said anything like I didn't want to try on this 'new thing' that I'd bought.
Well in the end I decided I had to do it. Anna's all right like I said, and she wouldn't think bad things about me just because I had bought a dress. So I went up and took it out of its bag. It really did look like the one in the dream, and I sort of secretly hoped that Anna would like it as much as she had then. I put the bra on first because I remembered that it looked daft without me having any boobs, and this time, I took my shorts off as well. I stepped into the dress, and pulled it up, then did the zip up as best as I could. I still couldn't fix the hook at the top, but, as I looked at myself in the mirror, I guessed I would do.
I was a bit scared coming down the stairs. In fact, I nearly tripped on the hem and had to grab the banister to stop going arse over tit down them. Well, I sort of stopped to pull myself together, and then carried on. I was quite surprised when they weren't at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me, but I guess I had taken a bit of time. I could hear their voices in the kitchen, so I headed off there.
Anna saw me first, and she was, like, well, her mouth sort of fell open, and she put her hands up in front of it. I was really scared now, in case she didn't like it or something, but she just seemed totally gobsmacked. She sort of walked over to me and stood right in front of me, and it made me feel really odd, with her looking at me like that. I liked it in a way, but it made me feel quite a sort of vulnerable. Mum said I had to turn around so Anna could see all of it, so I did, and Anna made a sort of squeaking noise, and just kept saying beautiful, which made me blush a bit.
After a while, I sort of said maybe we should go up to my room to listen to my new CD, and Anna nodded a lot about that. Mum was smiling, and I and Anna went up. She closed the door behind us, because we didn't want Mum to hear too much noise, and I was about to put the CD on when she grabbed hold of my arm and made me turn to face her.
Well, I'm sure I told you Anna's taller than me, so I felt a bit strange looking at her chin as she pulled me towards her. Then she did it. She kissed me, just like she did in my dream. It was weird that I had dreamed that, and then it happened. It felt really good though, and she kept pushing her tongue into my mouth, and I wondered if she would make me choke or something. But she didn't, she just kept running it around and around my mouth, and stroking my hair. It was a lot better than when Billie had done it, so I reckon Anna's probably a better snogger than her. Anyway, I always liked Anna better, so maybe that's why it felt better as well.
So, like that was two days ago, and since then I and Anna have been going out, you know, properly, like boyfriend and girlfriend sort of stuff. We haven't told the others yet, because, well, we don't want to change anything, or make them feel like gooseberries or anything like that. She says she wants me to wear a skirt or a dress whenever we go out, because I look good in them, and anyway, one of us should wear a skirt, and she doesn't like them. And I know she likes me better when I wear a bra, so I do that as well when we're on a date. I think we might end up getting married or something, eventually, if we don't argue too much like Mum and Dad used to.
Oh and another thing! Me going out with Anna really let me show Mum that they don't think I'm one of the girls like she said they did. I told her that when I and Anna were going for a walk last night, but she just smiled and said I looked really good in that pink mini skirt I'd borrowed off Jess.
Comments
J Chimera
This is a good story. A pity you didn't continue it.
Alexandra Shiach
Great story so far! But where's the next chapter?
