28-TV FICTION CLASSICS

Bambi tells us his story.

It began the summer we went to the lake. My sister was in a dance class. She and Amy, a girl from Europe, spent most of the summer working on a dance routine for a talent show audition called "Searching for Stars". I sat around watching them practice, making comments; mostly derogatory.

Then disaster struck...due to the sudden death of her father, Amy had to go home, only three weeks before the big dance audition. My sister, Jan, was in tears for days until my mother said, "Maybe Barry could be your partner?"

Jan said, "Yeah, he looks like a girl."

"Yes, he does, he's always possessed fine features." Turning to me she asked, "How about it? How about letting us dress you as a girl? You know most of the music.'

Jan added, "It would be fun having a sister for a couple weeks."

Before I knew what happened, I was sitting on the couch in a little frilly sundress, hotly flushing. I was speechless but choked out, "I don't know... What if I get caught?"

Mom continued, "Don't worry dear, Jan and I will do everything to make you into a perfect girl. She'll teach you all the routines.

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"It won't work!"

"Sure it will. Look at your creamy smooth skin and sloping shoulders. You are mostly hairless. Leave it to Jan and me. We'll have you fully feminized by the talent show audition."

The next day when I got home from the beach, Jan and Mom had placed a lot of boxes and packages in my room. I looked inside and found dresses, slips, bras, panties and even nightgowns. They must have spent a fortune. How could they afford this?

Before dinner Mom told me to shave my legs and any other body hair.

"But Mom, the guys will laugh at me!"

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"We are going home soon, besides I don't want you playing rough house with a bunch of boys until after the audition." Jan taunted, "My brother's going to have tits. Ha, Ha haaaa."

"Now leave your brother alone. He's doing you a favor...most brothers wouldn't." She held up a pair of frilly panties.

"Aw mom," I pleaded, "I don't have to wear the stuff underneath too, do I?"

Mother continued, "No dull boy's stuff for you...only girl's clothes. You have to look natural."

"I'm not going to have to wear high heels too?

"Of course darling, and we'll teach you to dance like a lady in them.

Within the hour, the mirror reflected a different person. Over my padded bra, panties, garter belt and nylons, I wore a pretty little party dress with a hem that was just above my knees. I felt naked because my smoothly shaven thighs showed in their nylon sheaths.

Mom said, "You make a stunning girl."

"No way," I said. I was still in shock, but I looked so girlish. After several weeks of rehearsal, the girl's clothes ceased to be an agony and became a part of my personality. I was a good dancer.

I had fun those weeks. My sister and I took several dance classes and performed at several small recitals. Mother was very proud of her "daughters".

I'll never forget the first time I walked out on the big stage for "Searching for Stars". My sister and I had practiced the follies stage tune many times but it suddenly struck me...I was about to walk out and have hundreds of people looking at me. Me, dressed like my sister, in a short skirted dance outfit, nylons, high heel dance shoes. My heart pounded as the time got closer. My sister handed me a bright red lipstick, “Here, freshen those Cupid lips."

I was having stage fright. My jittery hand could hardly hold the lipstick straight.