38-TV FICTION CLASSICS

My mother was a promoter. She had to be with all the competition from the nearby big town's "7 day" mall stores. On Saturdays, she'd have people bring in their old clothes and stuff for the poor. Of course, while they were there, she'd sell them new clothes.

In the back room were bags of "stuff". Clothes, lamps, games, pictures and more. Not all of it was junk. Some people just brought in their outgrown clothes. There must have been a truck load of stuff there.

We played for a while looking through each bag. They were mostly girl's clothes but there were a few interesting items. A toy train set which we decided to keep for ourselves also a broken walkie-talkie.

I was looking through a cardboard box. Kelly yelled, "Look at this!" It was the biggest bra I'd ever seen, at least a double D cup. HUGE! Kelly laughed then slipped his arms through the straps and said, "Hook this up." I hooked the back.

He turned around. We broke up laughing. The bra hung on him like a vest, each cup sagging below his waist. He took a couple of shirts and filled the cups. We laughed even harder as he pranced around.

He laughed and said, "Can you imagine having to walk around with two cantaloupes on your chest?"

"More like two watermelons," I said. Kelly strut around, the two large projections stiffly protruding in front, his vision downward impaired by the paired hemispheres.

We quickly tired of that and went back to our boxes in search of treasure. Kelly didn't remove the bra, leaving it on like a disguise. We found a few more treasures before he came up with another "Bra" for me. "Not for me," I said.

Kelly insisted, "It's part of our new club, a bullet proof vest!" I slipped it on, mine wasn't nearly as big as Kelly's. I took a couple of socks and filled the cups. We pretended to have bullet proof vests on and shot at each other with imaginary guns, then falling into the sacks of clothes as we were "hit".

About an hour later, the rain let up and we went to the park to play.

"ALL DOLLED UP" -39

The next week, we began our search for "bullet proof vests". To our surprise, we could find only a couple of small lightly padded ones, probably for girls about our age. "These wouldn't protect us from a BB gun," Kelly said. “Oh well..."

He tried to put it on over his shirt but it didn't fit. Without a thought, he slipped off his shirt and into the bra. I hooked the back...a perfect fit. I tried to put mine over my shirt but it was too small also. I removed my shirt, put the garment on and Kelly hooked me. I turned around and laughed. We both were wearing bras and jeans. We searched a couple of boxes for "goodies" but only found girl's clothes, no "fun stuff". Kelly picked up a lacy pink dress with lots of petticoats sewn in. He slipped it over his head and I zipped it up.

"Here's one for you," Kelly announced. Mine was a little big and not as fancy. We both laughed at how we looked. Kelly picked up several pairs of panties and said, "Here. Let's try these." That day the time flew...soon it was time for me to go home. We each must have tried on every piece of clothing there. We pranced around trying to look like prom queens or something.

This went on every weekend for a couple months until I got interested in football.

We had never talked about what we did since...

I took off the bra and threw it back to Kelly laughing, "Looks like you are going to need to wear 'bullet proof vests' for a while."

GAINING CONFIDENCE

Kelly loved going out with my sister and being seen as a girl. He became an expert with a curling iron, wearing his hair in a cluster of ringlets down the back.

The more confidence gained by going out, the more his face took on a feminine softness and girlishness. His glowing skin and complexion was that of a lovely girl. His highly arched eyebrows gave his face a girlish softness. Every man turned for a second look.