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Party Desire Ch. 02

By: Tomsparty



Chapter 2 - The Perfect Party Game Disguise

'Thanks,' she said dropping a triumphant kiss on top of my head. I immediately felt twisted round her finger and I wished I'd made a greater effort to object. But I didn't have time for further contemplation as I started to pull off my shirt. She hauls more clothing from her cupboard. Soon she'd found a pair of pink nylon panties, a trainer bra and a set of stiff, white petticoats.

'I thought I only had to wear the dress!' I cried. 'Not all that!'

'You can't very well wear the dress without these petticoats!' Tracy answered. And your own underwear wouldn't match the dress either, would it?' 

I shook my head, as she laid everything out on her bed then helped me remove my cloths. She paused when I was in only my underwear. She stared me in the eye and started pulling on my waistband, but I was a little shy. I again heard the girls running about the house searching for me.

'Don't worry, David,' Tracy said pulling my briefs off, 'you've no secrets from me. Have you forgotten? I've seen what you're hiding. We did go out together? It wasn't that long ago. Did I mean that little?' 

She held her pink panties out invitingly. 

'Now hurry, we haven't long. You don't want to be found naked. Do you?' 

I nod. 

The nylon panties were covered with delicate white lace that matched the lace on the dresses puffed sleeves perfectly. 

'Honestly, David,' Tracy said as she pulled the panties up my legs the lace tickling my skin, 'What a fuss - It's no big deal!'

I wasn't so sure

'You do promise not to tell anybody?' I asked but she didn't reply as I heard a group of girls' pound up the stairs like a stampede of wild buffalo. 

'Hurry, hurry,' she says excitedly pulling the panties up to my waist. 'It will be our little secret!' she gushed wrapping the training bra around my chest. She then secured it at the back and then stuffed the cups lightly with a few tissues. 

'That's enough,' I scream in panic as my body transforms shape. 'How old am I supposed to be.'

Tracy grins like a Cheshire cat. 

'Sorry, I'm getting carried away but you need a few bumps to fill out the dress.'

I nod meekly and stand quietly as she continued to dress me in the petticoats, fluffing them out all around my hips 

'You'll look so pretty in this dress!' cried Tracy again, pulling it over my head. 'You'll look as pretty as me. I might even be jealous.' 

I raised my slender arms and they slipped comfortably through the soft, puffed sleeves, and after she had buttoned up the back, she knelt down to slip my feet into a pair of lacy pink ankle socks and black sandals.

'There!' She says finally, replacing my chunky, masculine, wrist watch with three pretty bangles. 'Now you're all dressed up! Let's start playing!' I looked down at the dress on my body, and felt incredibly helpless. The layers of petticoats made the dress stick outwards horizontally. I didn't realise how strange it would feel and challenging to wear yet I loved it. I began to experiment. If I let my arms hang straight down I squashed the petticoats flat against my thighs and the skirt billowed out at the back and front threatening to show my panties and more concerning my stiffening little cock. I had no option but to hold my arms aloft, bent at the elbow. But even so with every movement the many skirts bounced upwards swinging like a large church bell with a loud rustling sound. Completely dressed as a little girl, Tracy now expected me to behave as one. 

'I was right I do look stupid,' I say looking at myself in her mirror.

'To the contrary, David, you look as pretty as a picture.' She sighs with annoyance. 'Sometimes you can be so ungrateful. You really do look amazing. Just remember I could have dressed you in an unflattering pinafore dress. Instead you're wearing my best party outfit.'

'Sorry,' I say, 'when did you last wear it?' I ask feeling very, very infantile.

'Hmm! when I was about ten I guess. Yes, ten and I'm amazed it fits but I was big for my age.' 

I was awash with emotion, excited yet I felt so nervous I could hardly breathe. Tracy sensed my unease.

'Don't worry you'll be the belle of the ball!' she said, turning me around to face her. She grinned as she innocently fluffed out my many skirts that circled my thighs. Then, and to my surprise, her hands went swiftly under my dress. She fumbled deliciously with the ruffles and endless miles of material until she found it. My little cock trapped in her soft panties. 'Oh!' she said as her hands brushed my groin. 'I didn't realise you'd find this quite so exciting.' She giggles and flutters her long eyelashes coyly. 'You're lucky this dress has so many beautiful petticoats. No one will see your pleasure.'

'I, I, I... can't explain that,' I stutter, feeling ashamed.

Tracy raised an eyebrow, 'I think I can, but your little indiscretion doesn't quite go with the little girl look does it?'

I smirked sheepishly and my cock as if listening spasamed uncontrollably.

She played it like a fiddle, stroking it gently, feeling it swell with excitement. 'Oh! Baby, I wonder what Miss Jill, prim and proper would think if she could see you now? In my dress hmm! In my knickers... And don't forget... with this amazing hard-on.'

'Please, please don't.' I plead urgently. The prospect of Jill seeing me in this dress was too awful to contemplate, irrespective of my obvious excitement. 'Stop it, stop it.' I cry.

She smiled in a sinister way.

'I should have got Suzie to invite her so she can see what you're really like.'

No,' I scream. You wouldn't.' 

'Of course I won't,' Tracy snapped back. 

She laughed. 'From now on, to avoid detection, I want you to behave like a little girl, just like my sister Suzie! I want you to pretend that you really are a girl and you have lots of pretty dresses and panties to wear just like this!' Her very words made my hot blood rush to my cock and it twitched feverishly. My face blushed as I began to get even more excited and once again I was reminded of my full bladder. She sensed my excitement and squealed, her probing hands slipping inside my soft panties. Slowly, ever so slowly she started stroking my throbbing shaft. Initially I thought of the days when we used to date. The great things we did. The superb sex we'd had. But then I began to think like a child. I wanted to laugh and sing. I wanted to show off my pretty dress and skip about the room. I had this irresistible urge to grasp my multi-layered petticoat and hoist my skirts up high giving everyone a sneaky peek at my pretty panties. I shook my head in disbelief and tried to see sense.

'This reminds me of old times,' she says as if reading my mind. 'Don't you miss me?' 

I nod. 'Of course I do but I'm seeing Jill now. You know that.'

She squeezes my cock harder and begins to pump it frantically. Again she looked stern. 'Don't know why you see the bitch. She's so stuck up. No fun. You couldn't possibly do this with her could you?' 

'That's not fair.' I say, 'You hardly know her.' But as she massaged my growing cock in her panties, my lace underskirts rustling like leaves I knew she was right. 

'I know her enough.' she says indignantly. 

Suddenly, my bursting cock begins to ooze precum from its tip. 

'Hmm!' Tracey moans, 'Who's a naughty little girl.' But rather than pull me off she stops, slipping her perfectly manicured hand from my dampening panties.

'I really shouldn't, should I?' she giggles teasingly.

Naturally I was disappointed but without her tugging on my cock I feel very guilty. I sigh relieved that I hadn't told Jill where I was today. Tracy was right I wasn't sure how Jill would react if she knew I was at my x girlfriends, little sisters Christmas party, dressed in this lavish party dress. 

I shook my head trying to clear my head and walked about the bedroom getting accustomed to the dress. Tracy peeled my name tag off my T-shirt and stuck it back on my shoulder.

'I can't wear that,' I shriek. 'Won't that give that give the game away?'

'Nonsense the girls will never no and my Mums very particular about name tags. Haven't you noticed?' She then walks to the window and opens it wide. A cold breeze blasts into the room rustling my petticoats, whistling round my bare thighs sending a shiver down my spine.

'You need to cool down,' she winks.

The party dress felt weird - not an especially happy experience and for the first time I began to wonder if Tracy had a hidden agenda. 

For the next few minutes she made me behave like a little girl, teaching me to smooth my skirts under me as I sat, to curtsey, and even speak in a high, girlish tone.

The inevitable happened just as we sat on the floor and Tracy begun painting my fingernails with a sparkly pink and blue polish. The door swung open with a thunderous crash.

'Knock before entering,' bellows Tracy. 

'Sorry,' says a pretty blonde girl called Becky and a gaggle of girls behind her laugh. They look at me and smile. 'Excuse us,' Becky says, 'but we're looking for David. We're playing hide and seek. Have you seen him?' 

'Can you see him here?' Tracy says angrily shaking her head. 'There's only me and Molly.' 

'Hi, Molly,' Becky says entering the bedroom. 'Don't mind if we have a quick look round do you?' 

'No,' Tracy says with a laugh and in pile four girls who proceed to race around the room looking for me, opening the wardrobe, looking under the bed and behind the chest of draws. I can't help but smile. Tracy grins. We had them totally fooled and disappointed they soon run out slamming the door shut behind them. We hear them giggle in the corridor and race off. Did we laugh as we heard them run back and forth down the corridor? I almost wet myself. 

Of course, they couldn't find me and after about ten minutes, the house fell quite as the search went into the garden. Tracy stood up. 

'I'm just going to the toilet. Back in a moment.'

'No, I scream I've got to go first I'm fit to burst.'

'In a minute, you're nails are still wet.' She says. 'When I'm back you can go and we will sneak you downstairs to the home and you can claim your prize.'

I nod, Tracy disappears and I wave my tiny fingers proudly in the air to quicken their drying. 

Minutes tick pass. Bored I flick casually through her rails of sumptuous cloths. I lose track of time. More minutes fly by and I suddenly realise she had been an unusually long time. Much longer than the time required to spend a penny. I struggle up. Open the door a jar and peak out into the hall. There's no sign of anyone. 

'Tracy,' I whisper. 'Tracy... where are you.' but there's no answer. Trembling like a leaf I skip precariously across the hallway to the toilet but again it's occupied. 'Tracy,' I say tapping lightly on the door, 'is that you?' 

Silence. I hovered agonisingly in the hallway the sequins on my dress sparkling in the light. I wonder what to do next but as I do so I heard a foot on the stairs and jumped. Panicing I dash back inside the sanctuary of Tracy's bedroom and wait. I begin to sweat. Then it happens - For the first time in years I suck my thumb. I don't know what came over me. Not only had the dress changed my gender, but as if by magic, it had also changed my mental age. Quite remarkably it had made me 10 years younger. Calming slightly, my thumb still in my mouth I look for my clothes but I can't find them anywhere. I shut the window and see them on the front lawn. Sweat prickled my icy skin. I wait a further ten minutes pacing the room, drawing on my thumb until it began to redden. What was I to do? At last and with some relief I hear the bedroom door burst open. 

'Tracy where have you been?' I shout with relief, spinning round, but instead of Tracy its Mrs Baxter. I grit my teeth. My body goes num as if anaesthetised.

'Oh!' she says in surprise casting an eye over my shaking dress. 'Who are you? Why are you in Tracy's bedroom playing on your own? Shouldn't you be with the other girls downstairs?' She looks for my name tag and I'm relieved that it's obscured by my frilly collar.

I gulp. 'Where is Tracy, Mrs Baxter,' I ask. 

'She's gone out, dear.' she said directing me out the door. 'Visiting a friend no doubt. Seemed in a bit of a rush. No idea who. She's got a mind of her own. She will be back later don't worry.'

Argh! I silently scream.

'Why don't you come downstairs and join the others? I'm about to start my Christmas tea. I've got jelly and ice cream as well as the usual turkey and Christmas pud.' She ushers me out of the bedroom and along the hall.

'But Mrs Baxter,' I say desperately, my skirts swinging like a church bell.

She ignores me. Her mind full of party organisation. 'My, you're a big girl aren't you? You're obviously not from Suzie's class and I can't remember inviting you. What's your name, where's your name tag and how do you know Suzie?' 

I swallow hard; my heart races and my petticoats rustle loudly as I'm pushed along the hall. I had to tell her but she was in such a rush before I knew it I was led downstairs. My billowing skirt obscures my feet and I struggle to find my way. My self-confidence deserts me. Insecurity flooded through me like poison. 'Mrs Baxter, Mrs Baxter,' I spurt animatedly. It's me David. Tracy dressed me in this party dress to disguise me during hide and seek. I point to my name tag slightly obscured by the lace collar of my dress. 'Look'

Mrs Baxter stops abruptly and puts her hands to her mouth in almost mocking surprise. 

'Oh! My goodness, it can't be. David is that really you.'

'Yes, yes, yes,' I say, 'and I'm sorry but I'm desperate for the toilet.'

She ignores my pressing need and stares at me open mouthed. 'But that was over ages ago. We've done musical chairs and sleeping lions since then.' 

'I sorry,' I bulb 'I wanted to change back into my things but Tracy disappeared.' I sniffed. 'And now I can't find my own clothes.' I lie thinking the truth might sound a bit ridiculous.

'I was petrified to come downstairs dressed like this on my own.'

Mrs Baxter laughs. 'Oh! You're funny. You look amazing. No wonder the girls couldn't find David. You fooled me. Oh, honey, you look so cute in that dress!' She hugs me to her amble bosom in a motherly way and gives me a big kiss. 'Suzie was really upset we thought you'd gone home. I assumed all the girls had been too much for you.' She laughs, 'Little did I know Tracy had made you into one.' Her laugh turns into a cackle and I feel rather stupid. 

'Well I suppose, if you can't beat them join them. Huh? As Tracy left she mumbled about a new girl called Molly but I didn't know what she meant. But now I understand.' She laughs again. 'Oh, David, you do make us laugh. I didn't realise you like dressing up. Had I know I would have told you to come in a dress and perhaps your Mummy would have put a long ribbon in your pretty hair?' She laughs again and I'm reminded of a witch. 'Oh we have missed you.'

'It's not like that.' I say in my defence, 'Tracy was very persuasive, it was her idea. Please, you won't tell my Mum,' I say. 'I now feel really stupid.' 

Mrs Baxter bends down and fluffs out my petticoats like a mother would to her daughter. She lifts the hem of my skirt up slightly and tugs on my slip. 

'Oh! Honey... I don't know why you're worried you look amazing. Such a pretty girl. Your Mum would be so proud.' She smiles and touches my cheek lightly with her hand. 'But don't worry if you don't want her to know I won't tell.' She plants another kiss on my forehead and I blush. 'We can't do anything about it now. I've got a party to organise and twenty young girls are running amok. You look much more at home. You looked out of place before. Why not come and join us.' She takes a pen from her pocket, peels my name tag off my dress and puts a neat line through my name. Carefully she writes 'Molly' in its place. 'There,' she said in an accomplished manner. 'That's perfect. Now Molly, my pretty, come and join the other girls.' 

I nailed a grin to my face and tried to think of a better tomorrow as I nervously follow her downstairs.

Party Desire Ch. 03-04



Chapter 3 - A Party Surprise

Downstairs Suzie and the other little girls were all running round the house excitedly playing 'pin the tail on the donkey'. Mrs Baxter calls Suzie over. 

'Suzie I've a very special surprise for you. This is Molly. She's come to play with you.' 

I fiddle awkwardly with my ruffles and Suzie looks at me strangely some recognition showing in her face. 

Mrs Baxter laughs. 'Don't look so alarmed, Suzie it's David.' 

I turn a beetroot red and Suzie's face turns from confusion to joy. She laughs hysterically, jumps up and down and claps. She wipes a tear from her eye. 

'David is that really you?'

'Yes,' I say quietly. 'It's really me.'

'But why?' she asks.

I explained about Tracy, the hide and seek game and her perfect disguise. She was impressed that they couldn't find me and for a moment I was proud. Then she studies the dress closer. 

'That's Tracey's old favourite party dress,' she said at last. 'And it fits you so well. Tracy was really disappointed when she out grew it. It's a bit old fashioned now otherwise mummy would let me have it. Tracy never had the heart to throw it out.' She giggles. 'I bet she's delighted that it fits you and it's found a new careful owner.' 

'No, no, you don't understand,' I say slightly irritably. I won't be keeping it. It's only for a few more minutes. It was a disguise for the game.' 

'Well I don't care,' she says. 'It looks lovely on you and I think I prefer you as a little girl, and I hope that you stay a girl! Besides, David,' she said, playfully fiddling with my puff sleeves, 'you look much better in a skirt than you ever did in a pair of trousers.' She giggles again but this time louder. 'I loved you as David but I love you more as Molly'. She says pulling me along by the hand. I was her new toy and she couldn't wait to introduce me to all her girl friends. Needles to say they all were amazed at my transformation. And Becky and the four girls who saw me in Tracey's room where embarrassed that they didn't see through my disguise. 

'Are you wearing Tracy's panties?' Becky asks. I blush and from the corner of my eye see Mrs Baxter look over proudly.

'...yes,' I mumble, Tracy made me. She said I had to... for authenticity'. 

It was hopeless I tried to justify the effort Tracy had made but they all thought it rather strange.

'You really are a girl.' she sings and before I could stop her she lifts the hem of my dress smartly upwards. Gloria a pretty brunette standing next to her joins in and lifts the many petticoats exposing my panties to the other girls. I blush a deep red. More shrieks of laughter and giggles fill the room. 

'He's wearing girls panties,' a fair haired girl called, Linda cries cruelly. I took my skirts from their hands and pushed them down, ashamedly as another girl twangs the back of my bra strap. 'And he's wearing a bra,' she shrieks. I blush and struggle to free myself from the group, but that was it. They soon lost interest in me. Besides they had a party to attend and the prizes, games and food was far more of a distraction than me.

After my initial embarrassment the girls happily accepted me. We played some more games and sang songs. Suzie had a fabulous Karaoke machine and I did a mean rendition of Gloria Gayners Hit, 'I'm every woman.' It was true - I had a fantastic time and I soon forgot about the dress and the fact that I wanted to go to the toilet. Age didn't seem to matter. Dressed as I was I comfortably regressed to their level. I felt so youthful and I found myself really enjoying myself. I experienced a girly childhood I never had. The party dress, bra and panties enabled me to emotionally engage. I felt like one of them at their age. I even found myself squealing and shouting in a very girlish manner. Mrs Baxter still kept giving me glasses of orange juice as if id never drunk before and soon I was bursting to go to the toilet yet again but every time I went to the bathroom it was occupied.

Eventually tea was served. The dining room was laid with a long table with twists of crepe paper across them and paper plates. We all sat down and ate Turkey sandwiches, Christmas pudding, jelly and ice cream. I pulled a cracker with Suzie and she made me wear the paper hat. Ironically my cracker contained a tiny lipstick that looked like red patient leather. Mrs Baxter painted it on me and all the girls laughed but I was beyond caring. Later I spilled blancmange all down the front of my dress. I was terrified that Mrs Baxter would be cross but she was cool. After a huge tea that hit my stomach like a concrete-bollard accentuating my need to go to the toilet. Mrs Baxter made us all sit on the floor back in the lounge for a so called surprise nevertheless I found myself chatting with the other girls excitedly. Again I asked to go to the toilet but was told there was no time. 

The surprise turned out to be a jolly rotund man dressed as Father Christmas complete with snowy white beard, boots and huge red tunic. He even had a beautiful lady dressed as an elf in green tights and a ridiculously high leather tunic. Predictably we all had to queue up for a chat with Santa and a gift. As I sat on his huge knee I hoped he wouldn't see through my disguise. He didn't notice and as a reward for being a good little girl he gave me a beautiful dolly with rose flushed cheeks and brown sleep eyes dressed in a spangled skirt and a pretty knit with pantaloons and tights. Quite inexplicably I loved it and carried it with me everywhere. 

Everyone laughed at his jokes and he kept us amazed with little tricks. I relaxed, acclimatised to my surroundings, and enjoyed the company of my new little friends and the sumptuous dress I wore. It was while Santa left and I was laughing with the other girls that the lounge door opened and in walked Tracy with my new girlfriend Jill. I could have died as Tracy points me out with a wicked smile.


Chapter 4 - Ridiculed in a dress

'David, love' Tracy calls proudly, 'look who's here. I invited her. I said you'd had an accident. I thought you needed help.'

I could have died with embarrassment. 'Accident,' I say furiously.

'It's all right,' Mrs Baxter calls, 'it wasn't serious he's only split blancmange over his dress. It shouldn't stain.' 

Jill looked horrified. 

Tracy laughs.

'You promised,' I say, 'you promised to keep this a secret.'

Tracy laughs again but her tone of voice suddenly changes. 'And you said you loved me and that you'd never leave me.' Her look was smug and gleeful. I was flabbergasted. I didn't know what to say or what to do.

Jill's jaw slackens. 'What on earth are you playing at,' she says.

'Er... Parties,' I say. 'Suzie, Tracy's sister invited me. I know this looks odd but it's not what it seems' 

Suzie hearing her name waved. Tracy waved back. 

'We were good friends when I was seeing Tracy. I couldn't let her down even though we've finished.' Tracy looks cross.

'Yes... But why the party dress? Aren't you getting a bit... involved,' she fingers my dress and pats one of the many ruffles. 'I wouldn't have minded you coming to her party but dressing as a little girls... it's not right... it's not healthy.'

'Oh!' I say putting my dolly onto a nearby chair, my skirts rustling loudly. 'Tracy can you explain?'

Tracy smiles wickedly and turns to Jill. There's a long pause.

'I know Jill,' she eventually says, 'it surprised me but the moment he got here he ran straight up to my bedroom and demanded that I dress him in this pretty party dress. I didn't know what to do. He was most adamant. I'd never seen him behave so strange.'

'No,' I scream, 'that's not what happened. Tell the truth.' 

Tracy smiled at me cruelly and turned to Jill sympathetically, 'Didn't I tell you he would deny it.' 

'Tracy's set me up.' I scream.

'I don't believe you.' Jill spat. 'Couldn't you say no? You didn't have to wear her dress.'

'Tracy suggested I wore it as a disguise for the game.' I bawl but as I said it I knew it didn't sound very plausible. 

Alerted by the commotion Mrs Baxter walked by. 

'Mrs Baxter, Mrs Baxter please tell my girlfriend, Jill why I'm wearing this dress.' I ask pleadingly.

Mrs Baxter looks at Tracy with her Mother to daughter eyes. 'Oh! Dear girls don't involve me in your quarrel. Leave the boy alone. If he likes wearing a dress let him be.'

'No,' I scream, 'tell Jill how it happened.'

'Girls,' she snaps, 'remember this is a party, we're supposed to be having fun. All I know is that I found David in Tracy's room wearing her favourite dress. Yes, I did think it strange but you here of everything nowadays and I didn't want a scene. Not so close to Christmas with all Suzie's young friends here.' 

'No,' I cry. 

Tracy laughs. 'Oh! Honey don't be shy you should tell Jill the truth. I'm sure she knows all about your fantasies.' She turned to Jill kind-heartedly. 'I know it's a shock but David begged me to dress him in this my favourite party dress the moment he walked though the front door.' She titters. 'He's even wearing a gorgeous pair of my pink panties and I've stuffed him a training bra. Look and see how he fills the dress.'

Jill looks absolutely flabbergasted.

'Do you want to see his panties? There very lacy.'

'No, I don't,' Jill screams.

'That's a shame, he's got amazing legs and his thighs are lovely and milky white.'

I jump back scared she was about to hoist my skirts like a flag. 

Tracy sighs. 'I know it's a shock for you but doesn't he look like one of the girls. He's been playing so good. He's probably the best behaved little girl here and he's even got a present from Santa and I do believe he's won a prize. Do tell Auntie Jill what you've won Molly? Do show us.'

'I'm not his Auntie and who's fucking Molly,' my girlfriend shouts with disgust. 'David, Is that your new name?'

'Yes,' Tracy quickly replied. 'That's what he told everyone to call him.' She points to my sticky name tag.' He caused quite a scene until we changed it.' Jill looked even more horrified.

'No,' I cry again.

Tracy looked impatient. 'Were waiting, Molly. What did Santa give you and what did you win?'

'A dolly and some nail varnish,' I say dryly. 

Tracey stifles her laughter. 'You've seen Mollies dolly,' haven't you.' She points to my dolly on the chair.

'And what about the varnish? It's not just ordinary nail varnish. But pretty young girls sparkly nail varnish.' She giggles and I want to hide my painted nails in my pockets but I had none. 

'Show Auntie Jill. I'm sure shed love to see.'

Reluctantly I held my hands out and Jill looked at my painted nails in disgust. I felt a big lump in my throat and I tried not cry. I held my fingers together as tight as I could and squeezed my eyes shut so the tears couldn't get out because I didn't want to be a cry-baby. Then someone got hold of my hand and I opened my eyes again. It was Mrs Baxter. Music had begun again and all the girls were dancing around and around the room. 'Come on, love don't you want to join in? I shook my head. 

Suzie came over and pulled my hand oblivious to the scene I had caused. 'Please Molly, please dance with us.' 

'Go on Molly,' Tracy's says sarcastically. 'Suzie will be so disappointed if you don't do a pretty dance. 'You'll look lovely in your dress. It will sway so wonderfully. I'm sure Jill will want to see. Won't you?''

I suddenly my desperation for the toilet came to a head but her mother was most insistent. So I let Suzie pull me into the centre of the room. I danced awkwardly at first to a collection of teenage pop songs as Jill watched with contempt but after a few moments with the help of the other girls I soon found myself singing my hips in time with the music. My petticoats rustled, my skirts swirled and the many sequins sparkled and shone. Tracy roars with laughter and points my dress detail out to Jill and the blancmange stain from earlier. A balloon burst and then one after the other, like gunfire, three other balloons exploded. Taken by surprise I promptly lost my balance and tumbled to the floor. With a squeal I land in a heap on the floor. It was all highly undignified. My swirling skirt flew up, I exposed my pretty panties and my hair went everywhere. All the girls starred goggle eyed. Then something inexplicable happened. Something I hadn't done for many years. I guess it was all the jumping about, the strange feeling of the skirts and the gallons of orange juice that I had drunk but I wet myself. My face turns to panic as my pretty panties soak and hot wee runs down my leg. I jump up in terror as tears roll down my face. 'Wa-a-a-a-ah! I roar standing in the middle of the room. Everyone leaps away from me as if I had a contagious disease. Some of the girls point at the dark stain spreading on my dress and the puddle forming under my feet. 

'Oh! Dear,' said Mrs Baxter, 'don't worry, love.'

'Wahl,' I sobbed, 'I'm so sorry.'

Mrs Baxter was quick to react and she ushers me past the gleefully smiling Tracy and the shell shocked Jill. 'It's all been a bit too exciting for her. Don't worry,' she says reassuringly. 'Lets get you cleaned up and into some pretty new clothes and if you wipe those eyes I'm sure Tracy will let you put on some of her make-up.'

'But I'm a boy,' I cry. I'm not a little girl. I don't know what came over me. It's this dress. It's made me behave all weird. I feel so young and girlish.'

Mrs Baxter looks at Tracy 'Come upstairs and give us a hand. Perhaps you can find him something else to wear.' 

'My pleasure, Of course Mummy,' she smiled and minutes later I was dressed in a black, up-to-the-bum skirt, skimpy silk top, black fishnet tights, towering high heels and new white lacy panties. The clothes were from her current wardrobe and where clearly more grown up. They were beautiful.

Back downstairs I was disappointed to see that my Jill and almost all the girls had gone. The party was over. A mother collecting her child looked at me and smiled. 

'You look lovely ducks but your girlfriend Jill's gone,' she looked very angry and she said Tracy can have you. She was in quite a mood. Bit upset I think.' 

Tracy smiled joyfully and I knew then that I'd been had.

'Don't worry,' Tracy says. 'I still want you. Can't we give it another go? You and I, We're made for each other. Say yes please.'

I was furious. 'You've turned Jill against me. She now thinks I'm a total sissy. A pansy that enjoys dressing as a girl.'

'Don't get you're knickers in a twist. What's the harm? It was only a bit of fun. Jill takes life too seriously. She has no sense of humour. You're making a mountain out of a molehill.'

'But I've lost Jill.' I wail.

Tracy ignores me. 'Please say we're an item. If you do I won't tell anyone about today.' 

'What's there to tell? I say angrily. 

'Plenty,' she said. I bet a lot of our school friends won't be so sympathetic. Just be thankful that Jill doesn't go to our school.'

'When did she go,' I ask grumpily.

The other mother looked slightly guilty. 'She's just this minute gone,' she replied. 'If you hurry you might catch her.'

Tracy looked cross.

Good I thought and without thinking I skipped out of the lounge hoping to catch her. Sure enough as I flew out the front door she was just turning out of the drive. 'Jill Jill,' I cried and hearing me call she turned slowly round. 'Please don't go. Not like this. I don't want to lose you.' She turns round a slight smile on her face but the smile turns into horror as she looks at what I'm wearing. Her face reddens with suppressed rage.

'Oh! My god! What are you wearing now? The party dress was bad enough but now you're wearing a mini skirt.' She looks agitated. 

'Sorry,' I mumble apologetically, Tracy didn't have anything else that fitted me.'

'Yea right! That's a pathetic excuse and you know it. You can't expect me to believe that. Can you?'

I tug awkwardly at my short hem and towering in my heels with my legs together I rub my knees together. The nylon rasps alluringly. 

'You look like a cheap slut. She's really got her claws into you. I bet you would do anything for her dressed like that? Do you expect me to want to go out with a total sissy? I wouldn't lend you my clothes that's for sure. You never could get her out your mind even when we went out.'

'No, that's not true. I love you.' I say

Jill laughed, I don't love you. I may have but not now. Tracy has helped me see a different side of you. She's welcome to you. I want a real man not a sissy who likes wearing skirts and dresses.' she turns to go.

'No,' I cry, 'there's been a terrible misunderstanding.'

She laughs and looks me up and down suspiciously 'Your bra straps showing, sweetie.'

I blush and slip a painted nail under the spaghetti strap and hook it back over my shoulder.

'You're unbelievable,' she says. Turns and strides purposefully down the street.

'Jill,' I cry, 'don't go.' but a few more strides and she turns the corner and is gone. Immediately I feel awkward in my mini skirt and skimpy top. A group of boys who were playing in the neighbours front lawn had stopped and stood motionless watching me. A large lad puts his fingers in his mouth and emits a loud wolf whistle. I blush.

As I turned and minced back to the house my head sagging in humiliation I caught Mrs Baxter's lounge curtain twitch. I look up and saw Tracy standing with Suzie and Mrs Baxter. Little Suzie was holding my new dolly making its arm wave. They all wore the same gigantic smile. I looked at Tracy with desperation and she mouthed the words 'Happy Christmas - I love you.'

THE END