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Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 22:26:25 +0100
From: Debbie Sanderson <debbie@girltalk.demon.co.uk>
Subject: TG: Story Submission - 'Discovering"
DISCOVERING - A SHORT STORY BY DEBBIE SANDERSON
(c) 2000 all rights reserved.
Individuals may freely re-post it, Archive it, Enjoy it.
Not for money, nor commercial use.
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The cool shade of the house was a welcome respite for James as
he made his way up the stairs to the bathroom. With the
exception of an occasional shriek or giggle from the party that
was in full swing in the beautiful sun-drenched garden, the
house was quiet.
Having made room for further intake of fizzy pop, and Mrs.
Clements delicious chocolate cake, he left the bathroom and was
about to make his way back down the stairs to rejoin the
birthday celebration - when something caught his eye. It was
just a ray of sunlight that was glinting off a dressing-table
mirror and out through the partly open bedroom door, but might
well have been a lighthouse beacon for the effect it had on the
nine-year-old.
He wasn't sure why, but he found his hand resting upon a pink
plate affixed to the door, bearing two simple words: "Denise's
Room". He held his breath in reverence and stepped into the
inner sanctuary of his pretty little playmate.
Eyes like saucers gazed around, drinking in the utter
girlishness of the room with its pastel wallpaper, pink drapes
and frilly bedclothes. A ballerina looked down from a poster in
dismay at seeing a boy daring to enter this holy place, but the
dolls on the shelves said nothing - save for perhaps exchanging
a knowing inaudible whisper amongst themselves.
James was surprised that such a neat and pretty girl might
leave clothes apparently strewn around, then realised that the
birthday girl had had a last minute change of heart, as girls
are prone to. The frilly orange and white dress draped across a
chair had been the victim of a substitution.
He didn't recall seeing her wearing it, but could imagine her
blonde hair decorated with ribbons, draped down over the short
puffy sleeves and the short frilly skirt flaring out as she
skipped and twirled. What a pity that such a lovely dress - her
dress - was left to languish.
He wasn't sure why he did it, but he reached out and ran his
fingers over cool satin and let them play for a moment with the
soft frills. Full of awe he picked up the little dress and held
it close to his chest as though it would somehow make the owner
closer to him. The elation of being in this little girl heaven
was tinged with sadness that such a pretty dress could ever
come second in any contest.
A bizarre idea entered his head and he fought to beat down the
foolishness of it. Why, the very thought was ridiculous, but
James was now fighting the surge of adrenaline that caused much
stronger men than him to buckle.
Reverence demanded that the job be done correctly, or not at
all, and despite his tender years James was nothing if not
thorough. The dress found its way back to the chair and he set
about peeling off his shorts and T-shirt.
His heart was pounding and he could hear his blood thrashing
in harmony as he checked draw after drawer in the small chest
before him. Quickly he found his treasure and chose a pair of
pink nylon panties with a white lace trim. Whilst wanting to
savour the moment he knew that time was short and quickly
slipped them on, delighting in the feminine softness that hid
his excitement.
A party dress such as this required nothing less than one of
those flared and floaty under-dress things that girls seemed
to wear on special occasions. A brief foray into the wardrobe
came up trumps, and he was soon lowering the mass of layers and
frills over his slender frame, marvelling at how such a volume
could remain so light. He allowed himself a deep crimson blush
as the absurdity of what he was doing fought to get his
attention.
He couldn't find any shoes to wear, but settled for a pair of
white socks, which were trimmed with a rather pretty lace edge
that frilled out like a clown's ruff. Satisfied that his
underwear was now appropriate to the main event, he smiled at
the dress.
The orange satin was cool to his touch and slid over his bare
arms almost effortlessly as though the dress had been made for
him. Unlike the plain sleeves of his discarded T-shirt, the
elasticated puff sleeves gently caressed his biceps in a new
and gentle way.
The buttoned back proved to be a challenge but James settled
for fastening the top one only, which brought the lovely white
lace-trimmed collar prettily under his chin in a most charming
way.
He wanted to do more for his hair but didn't think he had the
time or the skills to tackle ribbons, not on his first attempt
at dressing, anyway. He chose two small white barrettes as
acceptable alternatives and slipped them into his hair to give
a more feminine touch. He felt guilty at his actions but
reasoned that his borrowing would do no harm.
The moment had come when he approached the long wardrobe
mirror, and the little sweetheart engulfed in layers of pretty
frills smiled back at him. He could feel a lump in his throat
and his eyes become misty at the joy of it all. He had known
for some time that there was something missing from his life
but now knew that it was a "someone", rather than a
"something". The little girl inside had made her debut at last
and he knew he was complete.
As James fluffed and frilled his little dress he was in a
little world of his own, a world of girlish, feminine fun. So
much so that he hadn't realised that a certain little birthday
girl had been watching him from the door for some time.
Denise knew that something very special had happened and that
their relationship would never be the same again. It would be
softer, sweeter, and perhaps more intimate - but never the
same.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Debbie Sanderson
www.girltalk.co.uk