I didn’t know it could be like this. A story by Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 7.
Lauren and Sophie have a girl to girl talk.

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I sat on the luxurious leather sofa and hugged myself. I felt so incredibly feminine it was hard to take in. The multiple sensations of stockings, high heels, a push up bra and a beautifully soft and sensual dress that exposed my legs and chest were wonderful.

I sat there with my arms crossed over my chest feeling my own tits and feeling very silly, enjoying the feminine sensation. I thought about our little outing to the post office and how it made me feel. I was very happy and relieved about what had gone on and I couldn’t help feeling pretty smug about myself.

Warren and Carter had believed I was a girl and would have kissed me if they had half a chance and that gave me a sense of accomplishment and a certain pride. I was, to them at least, a pretty girl.

Lauren came down the stairs looking her usual pretty self, but this time in a pale blue dress halter-top, a belt of the same material tied at the waist, the skirt finishing a couple of inched above the knee.

She seated herself on the coffee table in front of me while I was sitting on the big leather couch. She reached over and pulled my hands together between hers and rested them on my knee making me sit up just a little.

“Are you ready,” she said.

“I’m ready.”

“Just shut up and listen please Sophie because this isn’t easy.”

“OK,” I said feeling pleased that she still called me Sophie. There was a pause but I thought it best to keep my mouth shut till Lauren started her story or whatever it was.

“My mom has been giving me some advice over the years, stuff to do with the difference between boys and girls. Mom has a wonderfully gentle way of saying this stuff to me, because I am a girl, but because you are a different kind of girl, I am going to explain thing differently, like how a boy might understand it.”

“You mean a boy like me, who wear dresses?”

“Yes hopefully. Well, you know the old nursery rhyme that says girls are like sugar and spice and all things nice, and boys are like slugs and snails and puppy dog tails?”

“Yes,” I said, wondering where this was leading.

“Well it’s worse than that.”

Lauren shuffled around a bit trying to get comfortable on her perch, but I think it is the words that are uncomfortable to her.

“The way girls think is different to boys. Most girls want to be loved and have someone to take care or and be taken care of. They want to find that one special boy or man and hold onto them forever, and once they do find the one, they hardly notice other men.”

“A woman in love may look at another man and they notice them to be good looking, but they don’t vision them with their clothes off and think about having sex with them.”

“Do you think that’s what I do?”

“No I don’t, but that’s probably why you like wearing dresses, so shut up and let me finish. Most boys, or many boys I am not sure which, have one principle overriding driving force in their lives and in seems to effect almost everything they do.”

“And what is that?” I said thinking that I was going to hear something earth shattering.

“They want to find a woman, put their penis inside them and spread their seed. And it doesn’t stop there. When they have found a woman who lets them do it, they are not likely to be satisfied no matter how wonderful the woman is. They are likely to start looking at and lusting over any woman they see that is the slightest bit attractive.”

”Do you think all men are like that?”

“No of course not. Your dad is not like that and I don’t think my dad is. But there are lots of them around. Most boys start off that way but tend to grow out of it somewhat as they get older, but some men are like that all day every day.”

“Really,” I said. I was surprised. “I don’t think I am like that, and I don’t think I know anyone who is. But how do you tell?”

“That’s the tricky part. It’s very difficult to tell men apart when you first meet them. You have to get to know them, and even after you have known them for a long time and feel safe with them, they can surprise you and turn out to be an ass.”

“Do you think I could ever turn into an ass?”

“I don’t think so Mitch, but I think you have developed differently other boys. Warren and Carter are not the same as you.”

“Look at Warren today. He was all over you like fire blanket. If you had showed him any encouragement he would have had his tongue down your throat and his hand up your dress in seconds.”

“That would have been kind of awkward wouldn’t it?”

“You bet it would. Boys of that age can’t help themselves because they have not developed the self control that they get as they age. That is why women have to be the controlling force in any relationship. Men can’t be trusted to exercise control.”

“A boy like Warren will probably grow up to be a fine man and a wonderful husband to someone, but until he grows up he will continue to push and probe and pressure any pretty girl he sees until he either gets controlled by someone, or he gets to use his penis on someone.”

“I hadn’t realized that Warren was being like that to me,” I said, wondering what would have happened if Lauren was not there to help me.

“He was circling like a shark.”

“Do I ever circle you like a shark?”

“No silly. I have you under control, which is really easy because you are a pushover, which is fine if you are a boy, but I would fear for you if you were a girl.”

“So what you are saying is that I am fine because I am a boy, but I am different to Warren and Carter, so why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because you are dressed like a girl silly. You can’t believe how close Warren was to you. He was all over you and you had no hope of exercising and control over him. You were a lost cause as soon as he held you hand for the first time. If you were a girl in that situation and I wasn’t there, he could have got you in serious trouble. That is how teen pregnancies get started.”

“I get the picture. I can’t get pregnant but I could get found out, loose my best friends and be the laughing stock of the whole school.”

“Now I think you are getting the picture,” said Lauren. “Think control. If you are going to be a girl, you have to be in control.”

“But hold on,” I said. “I was only trying dresses on and you have got me from there to being in control of the boys I meet.”

“Yes but look at the big picture,” said Lauren now trying to force her point home. “You are a really pretty girl on the outside, even if you have something different than me between your legs. Boys are going to assume that you are fair game and play the same tricks on you that they would play on me, or any other girl who has had years of preparation.”

“You are just a novice at this. I have to teach you how to control the boys around you so that you can survive in this world. And you have to play your part and learn fast.”

“But hold on just a minute,” I said, thinking I might have something useful to say but I was by no means sure of it. “Today was the first ever day that I have worn a dress in public and who is to say I will ever do it again.”

“You haven’t figured that one out either have you?”

“What?” I said.

“OK it seems like I will have to tell you, but first you must understand that I love you dearly and always want to be with you. I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night. I want to be with you when things happen that make you sad so I can comfort you and share your pain.”

“I want to be with you when you are happy so I can share your laughter. I want to be with you always so I can see how you turn out because I have a vested interest in you. You are the most important part of my life and have been for years.”

“But now I fear I am going to say something that may hurt you, and believe me I am sorry before I say it but it’s true.”

That was touching, but I feared that it was only said to prepare me for something that I wouldn’t like.

“What, tell me.”

“OK, here it comes.” She paused, but I don’t think it was for dramatic effect.

“You are a sissy boy. You have always been a sissy boy. You look and act like a girl even when you think you are acting like a boy. I have been hiding it from you for years hoping that you would realize it yourself. But that’s OK! I love you for it. My Mom loves you for it.”

“Miranda chose you as her babysitter because of it. Probably Warren likes you because of it but doesn’t realize it. He has been practicing his husband protector act on you for years. And we do not want you to change.”

‘Well shut the front door’ I said to myself. I thought I was an ordinary boy. I was dumbfounded. I was thinking for a moment that it couldn’t be true, but as I thought some more I realized that she had to be right. But what did it mean and how would my life change. I was sitting in front of my girlfriend Lauren and I was wearing a fabulous dress and make-up.

Was I surprised that Lauren thought I was s sissy. How could I be? Yes I thought to myself. I am a sissy boy, and I like it. The next thing I realized was that I was going to wear girl’s clothes a lot more.

“You OK,” said Lauren.

“Yeh I guess so. It kind of makes sense now I think about it. Do you think it means that I won’t get to play quarterback for the high school football team?”

“I can’t believe you can make jokes after what I just said to you. Don’t you feel anything?

“Sure I do. I feel like my whole world has turned up side down. I am not the average slugs and snails and puppy dog’s tails boy that I thought I was, but I am OK.”

“I have been woken up to understand the truth about myself. When you said I have always been a sissy boy I wanted to say ‘No I am not’, but I couldn’t make myself believe it. I have to accept that I am a sissy boy. How could I not?”

“Look at me. I am pretty am I not? I now think of my self differently than I did just a few minutes ago but there are lots of things that have not changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I knew I was never going to be a point guard.”

“What’s a point guard? Said Lauren.

“I don’t know but that’s what Carter is when he plays basketball.”

“And I always knew I was never going to be prom king,”

“But now you/I could get to be prom queen.” we both said together.

“See things aren’t that bad,” I said. “And I might get to wear that dress you got for your cousin’s wedding.”

At Miranda’s house.

Robert came in from his study to find Miranda sitting on the sofa watching Dr Phil, with April in her arms.

“Hey Honey,” he said sitting down beside her. She didn’t answer but he knew he had her full attention because she muted the TV. “You know that we have that security system that you never wanted, well it has turned up a little surprise.”

“Oh, what’s that dear?” she asked.

“Well it seems that when Mitchell was over here last night he brought a friend. A girl friend.”

“Oh yes. Anyone we know?”

“Well I was going to say Lauren but the hair is way too short.”

“Let me see,” said Miranda.

Robert picked up a couple of remotes and transferred the feed from his PC to the big flat screen. He had a camera (one of many) set up in the upstairs hallway above the door to April’s room so it could see everyone that came up the stairs and went into any of the bedrooms. He had it set with a motion detector so every time someone moved while they were out, the system recorded.

“See,” said Robert. “This is half an hour after we left. Mitch goes in to see April at 7:44. Then he goes into our bedroom at 7:47. Then at 8:27 a girl walks across to the bathroom, then a few minutes later she walks back. How is that? I didn’t see a girl anywhere else in the house.”

“I think there may be another reason,” said Miranda with an almost laughing grin on her face. “It’s Mitch.”

“Go on,” said Robert as he wound back the recording to get a still of the girl in the hall.

“It is you know. Same size, same hair color. Look at the shape of the face. It’s exactly the same.” said Miranda.

“Get out of town. I would never have believed it.”

“Of course you would, remember the discussion we had with Lauren and her Mom. Mitch just doesn’t have the macho gene in him. That’s why we let him baby-sit April.”

“Yes but I didn’t think he would find him dressing in women’s clothes.”

“You mean my clothes,” said Miranda.

“So what do we do? Are you going to fire him?”

“What for? He hasn’t hurt anyone.”

“But he’s been wearing your clothes. Don’t you think that’s a sign of some kind of perversion?”

“Remember that Halloween when you.”

He cut her off. “That was your idea.”

“Yes but I know you enjoyed it,” said Miranda with a huge smile on her face.

“Yes but he is wearing you clothes without your permission. Don’t you think he should be stopped?”

“Don’t be silly. It probably means he wants to be like me and enjoy wearing my cloths. I am flattered if that is the way he feels. It may be that he thinks he is really a girl born into the wrong body. I wouldn’t want to punish anybody for that. Anyway, I remember you told me you had a thing for cross dressers at one time.”

“I was hoping you would forget about that.”

“I never forget anything. Its part of how I control you. I save up everything in my memory till I need it, then when you think you can get away with something I bring out one of those fascinating little secrets to bring you back under control.”

“I’m sorry mistress. I will get back in my cage if you want me to,” said Robert jokingly.

“That’s OK Robert, you are still in my good books at the moment.”

“We are going to have fun with Mitch. He won’t understand what’s going on. He will be enjoying himself so much that he won’t know what hit him. We will turn him into the most delicious little sissy boy you have ever seen.”

“But isn’t he Lauren’s boyfriend.”

“Yes but Lauren and I are like sisters. She won’t mind sharing him with me. She told me she thought he was a sissy but he didn’t realize it yet. Between us we will show him the joys of dresses, corsets and high heels. It will be a team effort. And it’s not like we are going to hurt him. He is going to discover his real self and he will be eternally grateful.”

Later that afternoon Miranda receives a call from her boss asking her if she could attend a dinner for a new client that same night. One that Miranda would be managing when she returned to work after maternity leave. Miranda provisionally accepts knowing that she has found a good baby sitter in Mitch, and provided he was available, they would be able to attend.

She knew she had one or two old dresses in the closet that she could wear. Miranda phoned Mitch’s home but his mother explains he was planning to spend the day with Lauren.

The phone rang at Lauren’s house. Lauren answered it.

“Hi Miranda how are you, and how is Robert, and how is little April. It seems like forever since we saw you.”

There was a break while Lauren listened. “He is here with me.” She turned to ask me a question.

“You don’t have any plans for this evening do you?”

I shook my head. One of my clip-on earrings fell off. They were stinging anyway so I took the other off too.

“That’s settled then,” said Lauren. “We should be able to make it over there in an hour or so. I will have to call my parents but there won’t be a problem. Mitch will call his folks too. See you in an hour. Bye Miranda.”

She hung up and turned to me. “You will never guess. We are babysitting little April at Miranda’s house tonight. She wants us to go around as soon as we can, so we can eat together before she goes.”

“Wow,” I said. Then I decided to ask Lauren a question when I was not certain of the answer, but I knew the answer I wanted to hear. “Can we try on Miranda’s clothes together?” I asked.

“I don’t see how I can stop you now,” she said. “I have let you wear my clothes and I have told you how everyone knows you are a sissy boy. It would be silly of me to try and stop you now.”

“In fact, why don’t we just go around as you are now?” asked Lauren.

For a moment I considered it. It was a nice idea but!

“You know I can’t do that Lauren. You are the only person who knows my secret and I would like it to stay that way. I don’t know what I would do if anybody else found out. I would be mortified.”

As I said the word mortified I realized that it was not me who would me mortified but many of the people I know and love.

“Don’t worry little Sophie. Your secret is safe with me.”

I called my mother about me babysitting at Miranda’s house with Lauren but she knew all about it as Miranda had called earlier looking for me. She didn’t mind. Mom thought the world of Lauren and Miranda.

This was the second time in two days that I had spoken to my mother while dressed as a girl. I wondered when she would get to see me dressed as a girl. I know I couldn’t face that right now.

So with time running down, I turned my attention to becoming Mitch once more. I felt at that moment, that Mitch was a character I needed to become until I became my true self, that is to become Sophie once more.

I felt sad but elated that I had been out in the world as Sophie, a girl who did not exist until yesterday. The girl who did not have a name until today. The girl that lived inside me.

But I am still Mitch. I was very confused as there was a lot going on in my little head. Did I want to stay Sophie all of the time or was Sophie just a game to play with Lauren once in a while? That question could not be answered right now.

“So, my sweet little Sophie, I am afraid you are going to have to take those beautiful clothes off and put your boy clothes back on. Will that make you sad?”

“Yes it will,” I said, “but you are going to help me try some of Miranda’s clothes on later, so I don’t feel that bad. I think I will be OK for a couple of hours.”

I took Lauren’s clothes off and Lauren helped me take every bit of make-up off so no one could tell I had been wearing any. I put my boy’s clothes back on and realized how uncomfortable and boring they seemed after wearing girl’s clothes for the best part of the day, but I still felt really good about myself, because I knew something special.

Tonight I was going to be wearing some of Miranda’s clothes, and Lauren was going to help me.