Like most everyone else, I was
introduced to the heavenly world of feminine things at an early age. I was
about five when I picked up a cousin's doll
at our Thanksgiving dinner party and felt the soft folds of a Nylon Tricot
nightgown the doll was dressed in. That one episode triggered a lifelong
fascination with Nylon Tricot and all the wonderful things made from it.
When we lived in Bethesda, Maryland in
the early 60's through the late 70's, my bedroom was a converted and
enclosed porch that opened off my parent's bedroom so I had to go through
their room to get to mine. This arrangement worked fine, as I was a sound
sleeper. My two older sisters shared the master bedroom, as it was bigger.
I was always on the lookout for soft feminine things Mom laid on the bed or
had hanging in her closet.
Of course, my teenage sisters had all kinds of fun stuff and I checked
everything out whenever the opportunity arose.
Mom had a beautiful waltz length triple
layer nightgown of sea foam green nylon with double sheer puff sleeves that
was so buttery soft I STILL can remember the feeling of it. One night I
decided to get brave and sneak it out of her closet, as she wore usually
more conservative gowns that were not as "enticing" to Dad; the fancy ones
were reserved for "non-kid" nights. I slipped it on and felt incredible and
decided to sleep in it and sneak it back in the closet in the morning. As I
was quietly closing the closet door, I noticed a small area of lace hanging
behind a dress in the closet. I brushed aside the dress and found a gorgeous
petticoat made from soft nylon chiffon and slightly stiffer layers of
organza. ( I now know the material names after years of learning and
dressing and buying.); the petticoat was dripping with ruffled lace and
little ribbon bows. I knew Mom never wore these and was confused why it was
there. I pulled it out and the tags were still attached; as my older
sister's birthday was days away, I figured it was a present for her. I know
I should have never touched it, but the urge was so strong! I pulled it out
and took it with me to my room and decided to snuggle under it while wearing
the nightgown. You all know that heavenly sensation when you are enveloped
in tons of fffffffffffffufffffffffffff
(My word coined by an ex-wife for my collection of petticoats and
nightgowns.). Needless to say I hard a "hard" time (difficult) getting to
sleep but finally did.
In the morning, Dad was already in the
bathroom shaving and Mom was in the kitchen. I quietly got up and put the
petticoat back in the closet and folded mom's nightgown and put in in her
dresser drawer. Everything was fine until I got home from school. Mom was
sitting on my bed and told me
she had a question for me. I thought nothing unusual was afoot until she
asked me how her nightgown got from a hanger in the closet to being neatly
folded and in her dresser drawer. As kids do, I denied any knowledge and
tried to make a fuss about such a strange question. "Do I look like I wear
girls' clothes?" It didn't work. She kept after me until I broke and said I
just wanted to feel what girls' clothes were like, as they looked so
different.
She then got up and walked to the closet and brushed aside the
clothes hanging in there to uncover the petticoat. She pulled it out and
said, "It seems you have been rather active in here young man - I had not
noticed, but when I slept under the petticoat I had accidentally torn off a
tag and creased another. That was a dead giveaway.
She said that had better be the last
time or else. -Insert all the usual assurances and promises here- She said,
"I am not kidding either." Weeks went
by but I couldn't get that heavenly feeling out of my mind.
One day while walking to school, I
noticed a new store sign and stock already in the window: The Teen Scene
by Dorothy. They ere still setting up,
but there are a couple dresses in the widow and there is a sign maker
installing a small explanatory sign about the scope of the store. "Teen
Dresses, Prom and Pageant Gowns, Formals, Lingerie for the Young Lady,
Sleepwear, and Accessories" and the tag line: "We can turn any girl into a
princess." Needless to say this store caught my attention daily as I walked
by to and from school; this weakness of mine for window shopping was my
downfall.
After weeks of slowly cruising by and
trying to be "unnoticed," I came up with a plan. I would use my savings and
allowance and buy my own nightie and Mom would never know. One day, with
about $60.00 in my pocket, I wandered in and approached one of the three
salesladies and delivered a detailed story of how I wanted to buy my sister
a really pretty nightgown for her birthday. She looked a bit amused and then
showed me a couple that were kind of plain. I saw the one I wanted and it
was gorgeous and super frilly; adding details to my story that she was all
"girly" and loved fancy lacey things trying to direct her to the one I
wanted. She finally took the hint and completed the sale and wrapped it in a
nice box.
Here is the funny part. Being a
typical(?) kid I never thought I made much of an impression on anyone in the
store. However they evidently noticed me slowing or stopping EVERY DAY as I
walked by to gaze at the dresses, etc in the window. I know now that they
must have put two and two together early on.
My next genius move was to go in
again in another month or so with another story about a cousin's birthday
(sound familiar?). Repeat the whole scene. At the register, after I paid my
hard earned money, all three salesladies were standing there when the one
behind the counter asked me, "What do you do with these when you are done?"
Color my face beet red and listen to me stammer denials and anything that
would get me off the hook. She told me they had seen me almost every day
standing at the window or looking in the open door. She said they had known
from day one I was lying and that these were for me. She said she gets men
all the time with the same story and she was tired of being lied to.
"Why can't you just tell me the truth and say they are for you?" Since I
was caught, I just sort of mumbled that I was embarrassed. She then told me
all three ladies were sisters and they had a brother who did the same thing,
so they did understood.
The next thing she said was heaven to my
ears. She asked if I had any kind of job like mowing lawns, etc. I said I
had a paper route that ran only on Wednesday and I got an allowance of $5.00
a week. She knew how long I had saved to get the $60.00 for my first
purchase. She said she would make me a deal. I could work for her after
school opening boxes and stocking the place as well as sweeping, etc. and
she would not only pay me but as part of my pay she would add up time spent
and credit it towards a new outfit. My first day in after school she asked
me what I liked to wear. I told her I loved nightgowns and petticoats, I was
in luck- she sold both. She led me to a rack of what looked like heaven on
hangers- about 15 feet of gown after gown after gown. Next was a long rack
of full slips, half slips and, at the end and onto another rack, a huge
assortment of petticoats for long formals, cocktail length dresses and the
cutest were pre-teen pageant petticoats. She also contracted with a store
two doors down that was a bridal salon, providing lingerie and bridal
petticoats, and did alterations.
One item screamed out at me. I thought
it was a regular short gown, but she explained it was a three piece
babydoll. I had never seen anything so beautiful. It was baby pink and the
two sheer layers of the gown were extremely full cut over the third opaque
layer. There was a matching robe of sheer nylon (3 layers) with big puff
sleeves and a pom pom-tipped ribbon tie.
The piece de resistance was a pair of
extremely frilly full cut panties. Now comes the shocker. She said I was to
stay in the back room and open the boxes laid out and unpack them and, as a
treat, she would let me wear the outfit I was going to earn. She told me to
go into the bathroom and wait.
In about five minutes, she knocked on the door and said she had everything I
needed. I cracked the door open and she handed me that beautiful babydoll,
along with two pairs of panties. She said she knew what boys sometimes did
when they wore things like this so the first pair of panties was
a regular pair of nylon panties, but larger than I needed, so they were a
little loose. She said the second pair was special: They were sanitary
plastic lined panties. I had never seen these before. She just said that
young teen girls frequently wore them- no other explanation. Over these went
the babydoll panties, then the gown and finally the robe. You cannot believe
the feelings I had when I was all dressed. Every nerve was firing and I knew
I was in heaven. She told me to step out so they could get a good look. I
nervously did and she said I looked adorable. That was the end of the sweet
attitude on their part. Now I was to get to work. Let me tell you, prancing
around in that outfit unpacking bridal petticoats was something I will
always remember.
Things progressed nicely, and I was
getting richer (so far, about $100) and had acquired enough time credits to
get my nightie to take home. Things took a drastic turn here: Each time they
paid me in cash, my money was placed in a small envelope with the name and
address of the store on it. I had taken them home to empty out and just
tossed the envelopes. One day, Mom found an envelope on my dresser that I
had not emptied out. As I found out later, she called the store asking why I
had these envelopes and about the money. The store salesladies explained it
ALL to her. On the Friday I was to get my nightie to sneak home, at 5:00 PM
in walks my Mom. I heard the owner talking quietly to someone but could not
hear what was being said. She called to me to pick up a petticoat from the
reserved rack and bring it out, as there was no one there but the three
salesladies. When I pranced out hugging the petticoat against me I almost
passed out. Mom was standing there staring at me, and she had my two sisters
with her. Words would not come; my knees were like jelly. The owner starting
telling Mom all the stories I had used and the way I loved handling and
trying on all the gowns and petticoats and slips and learning all the terms
for the different lingerie. My sisters were hysterically laughing.
Mom just looked at me and asked
how I liked the job. She asked again and I finally stammered out that I
liked it, and the owner said I was quite helpful to her. Mom asked her if I
always wore nighties to work in and the owner said I preferred them, but
sometime she had me wear a pageant petticoat just for fun, but that I was
ALWAYS demurely dressed in multiple panties. Mom just looked at me and
finally said that since I was a good employee and was earning money she was
OK with the job.
As it was now about 6:30 PM and we had
not eaten, I was getting hungry. Mom told us to get in the car and we would
get something at a drive in. I started to pick up my clothes and head to the
bathroom to change, but was abruptly stopped and told to give my clothes to
my sister and mom told her to put them in the trunk.
Mom said, "Oh no, my little girl gets to
wear her pretty new nightie to dinner and then home." No amount of pleading
changed her mind, and the owner said she had a small present for me. She
handed me a pair a pink high heel mules with little pompoms to match the
gown to wear, since boys' shoes would not match the outfit. So out the front
door and down the sidewalk I had to walk about 50 feet to the car amid a lot
of laughs and cat calls from passersby, and off we went to a Hot Shoppes
drive-in, where I was easily seen by the car hop and another car's
occupants. Lots of laughter and
ideas from my sisters about outfits and ways to teach me lessons about
dressing up. We ate and then drove home, and I was instructed to go to bed
in the babydoll and to put it back on in the morning after my shower. On my
bed Mom had laid out three new pairs of panties that I believe were my
sisters'.
Mom called the store at 9:00AM and asked if they wanted me back today, and
they said sure. So she drove me back to the store IN MY BABYDOLL and left me
there with no other clothes to work the entire day. She sent my sister, who
had just gotten her driver's license, to pick me up at 5:00. I was allowed
to bring my next earned purchase- a teen girls formal petticoat with a
beautiful bodice of tiny ruffled lace rows and a very full skirt of tiered
and gathered organza and lace. Naturally, sisters being prone to teasing,
she drove all over town and down all the side streets in the hopes of
displaying me to anyone she could.
So after Mom sort of accepted my
predilection for frillies, I was allowed to collect more nighties, and
started a large collection of every type and length of petticoat. She even
bought me a custom-made square dance dress and three petticoats for it at
Christmas. After all these years, I still get frillies from my sisters and
Mom. Dad knows, but he has just accepted that I am a little goofy and, as
long as I hurt no one, it was OK to play dress up. It does look a bit unusual
though when we get together: I am sitting amid a mass of lace and ribbon
trimmed petticoats (usually at least 200 yards) under a super frilly girly
girly dress with ribbons in my hair and my mom and sisters there in
jeans and sweats. It is all the more unusual, as I am not the smallest guy
in the world. I am losing weight though and toning up after years of
indulging in culinary pleasures alongside petticoat pleasures. Currently,
although I can now wear off the rack sizes, none are frilly enough so I have
a few seamstresses and Mom has two that she contracts with for my special
outfits
I have now converted one bedroom to a
lingerie storage and display room. The best times in my life have been since
my family members accepted me and gifted me with the most feminine items you
can imagine, many are custom made and are more frilly than any woman or girl
would ever wear today.
I even jokingly told my sisters one day, as we watched a commercial for
prepaid funerals, that I wanted to be buried in a nightgown and laid on a
full super frilly petticoat. That said they promise it would be.
NOTE: Yesterday I got a small package
from a neighbor who knows all about me. It was a bottle of Sunflower
perfume. She put in a note that said when she smelled it all she could see
was me in all my petticoats and finery, spritzing myself all over. Let me
tell you girls, there is something about this perfume that just screams
SISSY. It is an overwhelming feeling being dressed and smelling this
heavenly scent wafting up from the layers of petticoats. Try it and I think
you will feel the same.
I only wish more of us could have the
same wonderful family life that I have loved so many years.
