Party Desire Ch. 03-04
Keywords: Party, Desire, Ch., 03-04,
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'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
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Keywords: Party, Desire, Ch., 03-04,