Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2016 22:50:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com
Subject: Growing pains Ch 2    (TG)

GROWING PAINS Ch.2 By Pepperpuppy

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PREVIOUSLY............."I'll ring your mother now" Aunty Ann told me "and
tell her about a situation that has arisen concerning me and that she needs
to talk to her tonight about it." After phoning my mum, she then rang her
husband at work and told him to pick up the boys at the train station as
they home from work and take them out to the pictures this evening, and
that she'd explain it all to him later on tonight.

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CONTINUING.............

In all my almost 12 years on this earth, I had never been so scared. Aunty
Anne had caught Wendy and I with me dressed in a skirt, blouse and heels
and had rung my mother telling her that she needed to explain something
that had happened today.

I sat in the TV room and waited in trepidation for when my mum turned up to
discover that her youngest son was wearing women's clothes. Heaven only
knows what would happen when my father found out about it. He may have been
divorced but we had to visit him every Sunday and to put it quite bluntly,
I was scared stiff of him. It wasn't that he ever hit me, it was simply
that he used to bully everyone who was weaker than him and a 12 year old
son was just another pushover in the bully stakes.

It was turning to dusk when Aunty Anne came back in and handed me some
dinner asking if I was alright and did I want a drink with my dinner. I
sadly looked up at her and told her no thanks that I wasn't thirsty. My
mouth was so dry I couldn't even swallow something to drink anyway. Before
Aunty Anne closed the TV room door she let me know that it was almost 6
o'clock.  I picked at the food on the plate, and was starting to force
myself to eat, when I heard the dreaded knocking at the front door.

I heard my Mother's voice greet Aunty Anne and I heard the two of them pass
the closed door on the way out to the dining room.

I knew that shortly my mother would come through that door and that I was
looking at not only a strapping but a hell of a lot of humiliation and
shame and would expressly order me never to see Wendy ever again.

The waiting only made it worse and I was working myself into a complete
state of nerves and was starting to feel sick in the tummy. I turned the TV
back on and eventually saw a program that started at 7pm, when I heard the
door being opened and I felt the bile rise in my throat.

Mum came in with Aunty Ann and Wendy and they sat themselves on the other
chairs. Mum was looking directly at me and I was trying to avoid her gaze
thinking that if I didn't look at her, perhaps it mightn't be so bad. (We
all have our ways of trying to avoid the inevitable. This was my way of
doing that)

Mum let the silence last for about 30 seconds and then spoke to me by name.

"Andrew, I have to tell you that I'm embarrassed and ashamed that you've
been wearing girl's clothing. I've had a long talk to Wendy and asked her
to stay and listen in to what I have to say to you now. Surely you must
realise that it's wrong that your wearing girl's clothing don't you?"

I was too frightened to say anything, which may or may not have been a
mistake. "ANDREW, I'M TALKING TO YOU. YOU DO REALISE THAT IT'S WRONG FOR
YOU TO WEAR GIRLS CLOTHING DON'T YOU SON." I nodded my head in agreement
but was still too scared to look at her.

"And you must know that Aunty Anne is even more embarrassed then I am,
because she feels that it must have be her fault in some way that you're
wearing girl's clothing." I was still too afraid to look at my mother and
simply nodded my head and started to sniffle.

"Andrew, hold your head up and look at me when I'm talking to you" mum
spoke in a not too unfriendly voice, and I finally gathered up the courage
to look at her directly. "YOU KNOW THAT WHAT YOU'VE DONE IS WRONG DON'T
YOU?" I simply don't know where I found the courage to speak, but I started
to speak with a trembling voice and told mum that it was only fun dress up
play and that I wasn't hurting anyone. And then I asked the question that
frightened me so much.

"Mum, are you going to tell Patrick and dad that I've been wearing girl's
clothes? Isn't there some way that they don't have to find out? Patrick
will tease me to death and I simply couldn't face dad. He'll probably give
me a flogging when he finds out." I was a nervous wreck by now and was
stuttering and sniffling and must have looked wretched, because the look on
my mums face was showing me nothing but concern.

"Andrew, you should know that I'd never let your father hit you honey. What
sort of mother would I be? But I want you to truthfully answer some
questions son and remember that honesty is always best and right." I
sniffled a reply of OK and turned to look over at my Aunty and Wendy, who
was sitting very timidly and ashamed as she returned my gaze.

"Andrew, how long have you been wearing mummy's underwear? And please don't
tell me that you haven't, because the clothing in the drawers is never the
same as I leave them, so SOMEONE has to be touching my underwear." I
muttered that I'd been doing it for a couple of years now and I heard my
mother say to Aunty Anne that at least now she had the story straight and
that she probably owed Patrick a silent apology, because she thought that
he'd been in her underwear drawer, since he WAS at that age.

"And Andrew, why do you wear mummy's underwear" she asked me in a kind tone
of voice. "Mummy needs to know sweetheart. It's all over now and you can't
hide the fact that you've been wearing my clothes because you've said that
it was you."

"I really don't know why I wear them" I replied. "I saw some in the wash
one day and simply put them on and walked around for a while in them."

"Go on, and then what did you do" encouraged mum.

"I put them back in the wash basket" I replied.

"But I KNOW that you go to my underwear drawer, because the clothes in it
are always out of place or wrongly folded" mum retorted to me. "You're not
going to tell me that it was someone else doing that, are you?"

"No of course I'm not mum. I'm admitting that I sometimes take out your
panties and wear them around during the day." I replied in an obvious tone
of voice.

"Andrew thank you for finally being honest about it. But you still haven't
answered my completely honestly have you. Son..... Mummy NEEDS to know WHY
you wear her underwear darling. You've told me so much, but it's important
for me to know WHY you do it?" I was pretty close to breaking at this stage
and mum was a tough interrogator, and I finally cracked and I sobbingly
told her the truth.

"I simply like how they feel on me mum and I like the look of them, the
feel of them and I like wearing them around. I wasn't hurting anyone, I
can't really tell you why I wear them, I just simply like to and they make
me feel good" I finally relented.

"Andrew" mum finally said. "I can't begin to say that I can understand how
you feel, because I can't. But I'm not judging you and in some ways I think
I'm beginning to understand how you feel son. I've seen how scared you are
most Sundays before you head off to see your father....... Afterall, I'm
not completely blind you know. But I can't stop your father from wanting to
see you each week, much as I like to."

At this stage she then turned and spoke to Wendy and apologized for
speaking harshly to her earlier on. She said that she KNEW all along that
Wendy would never want to hurt me, but for a while she thought that Wendy
was to blame for the current situation.

"The fact is that Andrew seems to be somewhat emotionally distraught and
I've failed to see it. The first thing I'm going to do is tell his father
that Andrew needs a break from visiting him for a couple of weeks, which
will allow me to look further into the problem. I hope you can accept my
apology Wendy" my mother told both Wendy and her mother.

Her words might have made sense, but I was panicking and I screamed out
that I didn't want my father to find out about this, to which mum told me
that in no way was my father going to find out about this and neither was
my brother.

I always knew that when my mother decided something, that that was how it
was going to be and I finally started to visibly relax. She then started to
talk to Aunty Anne and wanted to know if what had happened today could be
kept quiet and asked if the rest of her family needed to be told or could
it be kept a secret between the four of us. Aunty Anne said to leave it
with her and she'd make sure that no one would ever hear about it. She even
said that Uncle George (her husband) didn't need to know and she'd tell him
that I'd had a bit of an accident, but that it was all good now.

"I've got to be honest with you Anne" mum said. "When I first saw Andrew
tonight I was absolutely stunned at how pretty and feminine he looked. In
fact he looks gorgeous," mum said with a smile. "I actually wish he was a
girl. You should both know that I've always wanted a daughter. And Wendy, I
need you to tell me about some of your make up tips for when I go out" and
even I was starting to smile a bit as mum relieved the tension in the
room. "But young lady" mum said addressing Wendy, "I think that young
ladies as young as Stephanie here shouldn't be wearing high heels and
stockings, REALLY."

"I suppose you're right Mrs Smith" Wendy replied. "I just got a bit carried
away with our dress up game. Sorry it won't happen again, I promise."

"Yes about that" mum's tone of voice turned serious. "It's seems obvious to
me that Andrew's problem must have been going on for several years now and
I can also see that he feels safe when he's here with you and your mother
and I'd like for that to continue if you would mind."

"Anne, It's as plain as day that you didn't know about what was going on
because I know you well enough to know that you would have told me about
this situation earlier if you'd been aware of it."

"In some ways, perhaps I'm to blame for this entire situation" mum said
frankly. "I can't blame Andrew for being scared of his father, because both
you and I know Anne that he's simply a bully and likes to feel manly by
humiliating people weaker than himself."

"And I can't blame you either Wend, because I can truly understand how
losing a baby sister when you were so young and being alone among 4 older
brothers means that I can now understand how you could relate to Andrew's
problems and I'm glad that you've always looked after him as you have
done. In fact as long as your mother agrees and until I have someone talk
to Andrew, I won't object to your dress up games continuing on 2
conditions. The 1st is that STEPHANIE here doesn't cause you any trouble
and that you don't teach her any bad habits," mum stated. "The 2nd
condition is that you always tell your mum what you're doing, so that she's
aware of it."

"But NOW I think it's time for us to be getting on home young lady" mum
said looking directly at me. "Wend" mum asked "can you get him cleaned up
and back into his normal clothes while your mother and I have a cup of tea,
please."

Wendy took my hand and led me back into her bedroom. "Whew, I'm glad THAT'S
over" Wendy quietly said to me. "Your mum's really been cool about the
whole thing. I suppose my mum will have a long talk to me about everything
later on tonight, but it's all going to blow over eventually. And thanks
for not saying anything about what we did with my biology class homework
when we were younger Steph..." Wendy said. "And you heard your mum. We can
still play dress ups sometimes. Now let's get this makeup off you."