This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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   Julie and Aaron had found a log in front of a berm to sit on and were watching the sun set. All in all, it had been a good day. She felt bad that she needed to deceive her mother to come on this date. Aaron was three years ahead of her in school. He’d be a sophomore in college come September and she felt honored that he’d showed an interest in her. He and his friends were a good group and unlike the group she’s seen Megan with, they hadn’t brought any beer to spite some of them being old enough. Aaron had put his arm around her and she found it comforting as they leaned into each other.

   Putting Megan down roughly on the sand behind a berm, Josh pulled her close and kissed her savagely. Megan struggled to keep in mind that she really needed to go home. Jamie was a good kisser, but he could surely learn a few things from Josh. It wasn’t until he broke the kiss and nuzzled her neck that her head cleared enough to think.

   Josh’s hand lifted from the middle of her back to her neck as he nibbled the flesh just below her hair line. She almost lost herself in the sensation, but was snapped back to the fact it was late and she needed to get home when she felt her bikini top slip down her front as Josh’s mouth followed it down. He had fondled her boob through her top, but his lips latching onto a nipple shocked her. Warring emotions fought for supremacy. On the one hand, her whole body tingled and she felt a strange new sensation in the pit of her stomach. On the other, she panicked because she was exposed and he was being far more intimate than she had ever imagined she would allow any boy to be.

   “Josh! No don’t!” she said in a loud voice, fighting to put down the arousal building inside her.

   Josh broke off and kissed her again, pulling her hips to his. She could feel his muscled pecs against her bare breasts. More alarming was the pressure of a lump in his trunks as his thumbs found the waist band of her bikini bottoms. Fighting her baser instincts, she push against his chest breaking the kiss.

   “Josh! I said, ‘no’. Take me home now!

   “Did you hear that?” Aaron asked as he snapped totally upright from where he had been leaning against Julie.

   “Yes, that sounds like Megan.”

   “Megan?”

   “Long story. You asked if I need to rescue someone. She sounds like she needs rescuing.”

   “Let’s do it,” Aaron said standing.

   He turned and started to jog toward the berm. Julie followed as quickly as she could. They topped the berm and spotted the girl who had been telling Josh, “No.” She was pushing against Josh’s chest as he struggled to pull her bikini bottoms down.

   “Come on you little minx. You’ve been gagging for it all afternoon. You want it as bad as I do,” Josh told her.

   “HEY!” Aaron screamed. “She said, ‘No’. Let her go.”

   Josh spun around to face Aaron.

   “Kiss off dweeb. This is none of your business and get out of here. Go play with your own girlfriend. This one’s mine.”

   Julie noticed that Megan was trying in vain to pull her bikini top back in place.

   “She said no, so I’m making it my business,” Aaron told him.

   Josh released his hold on Megan and balled his fists.

   “Unless you want to get your ass kicked, turn around and leave. You can take your slut with you.”

   Aaron strode up to him and asked, “You and what army is going to kick my ass?”

   “Me and this army,” Josh said and swung a haymaker in Aaron’s direction.

   Aaron deftly ducked it and lifted his fists to his chest level.

   “You’re drunk. Just walk away now and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

   “You walk away,” Josh shouted and threw another punch at Aaron.

   Aaron weaved to his right and connected a left jab on Josh’s chin. Josh stumbled back a bit and charged him swinging wildly. Aaron blocked a right with his left forearm and brought punishing blow to Josh’s midsection followed by two quick left jabs to his chin and a right cross. Which landed squarely at the corner of Josh’s mouth; bloodying his nose. Josh’s eyes glazed over and he tried another abortive attempt to hit Aaron. Aaron beat him to the punch, literally. A left jab followed by and uppercut to the chin and Josh went down like a sack of potatoes.

   Aaron danced back a couple of steps and watched to see if Josh was going to get up. When it became apparent that Josh wasn’t moving, Aaron stooped and checked Josh’s pulse in his neck.

   He stood looking around and found Julie holding Megan, who had refastened her top. He pulled his keys from his pocket.

   Handing them to Julie he said, “Take her to my car. I’ll wake this lump up and see that he’s alright and join you there.”

   When Jamie got home, nothing would do but that he try his wedges with the skorts. He was now the proud (?) possessor of five skorts. Mom had taken him to Nordstrum’s Rack and bought him three more. He had to admit that he couldn’t imagine his mom wearing any of them. Julie would like them, but not his mom.

   “Put your wedgies on and let’s try your new skorts to see how they look,” Mom said.

   Jamie started up to his room with the shopping bags. It was quite a haul. He turned toward his mother.

   “Mom, don’t you think that Julie will be jealous when she sees how much you bought me? I mean, two pair of shoes, three skorts and three new tops to go with them? And it’s not the first time; remember, just last week, you bought me all those shorts and tops for work. I guess I kind of needed them, but these are just for wearing around the house.”

   “I guess I did get carried away, but when I saw how much you liked each outfit when you tried them on, I couldn’t resist. Maybe we shouldn’t show them to Julie all at once. But I want to see you do a fashion show for me. Now scoot young la… man.”

   Jamie came down with the loose leg skorts that grandma had bought. He really wished that Megan was there to pass judgement on those wedge sandals with the outfit. He wasn’t really sure that he liked loose leg skorts. It was disconcerting, having nothing close fitting around his legs. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered his grandmother wearing some similar that she called culottes when he was little; but the memory was faint and at first it was just the word. Also, he remembered seeing old-time western TV shows where some of the women wore longer version so they could ride astride horses.

   “I like that look,” his mother said.

   Leave it to Mom to like something he wasn’t too sure about. He came back out in the other wide leg skorts and Mom approved as well and why not? The only difference was the color. After that, it was on to the three that his mom bought that afternoon.

   First up was the Pleated Woven Skorts. It kind of bothered him because from the front it look like a tan pleated mini skirt. But the saving grace was that from the back it was definitely a pair of shorts. Of all the skorts he had this one was the only one he could envision wearing to work. His apron would cover the front.

   Next was the Bohemian Wandering Skorts. They also looked like shorts from the back, but the legs were a little fuller and the print pattern made it harder to see that they were shorts. The front had a faux cloth belt that tied low on the left hip; the loose ends hung nearly to the hem. He was concerned that the knot would show a bump under the apron, but still, it was a maybe for work.

   Last was the Floral Ruffle Hem Skorts. It was kind of neat. The shorts had a pocket on the right side that he could slip a cell phone in if his mother ever decided he was old enough to have one. But no matter how you looked at it, it was skirt with shorts underneath.

   Of course, Mom liked them all and the wedge sandals with them.

   “We’ve got to sober her up some,” Aaron said, pulling into a gas station that had been converted to a mini-mart. He looked at a bleary-eyed Megan. Her eyes were puffy from crying and just a little out of focus. “Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew?”

   “What?”

   “You need some caffeine. Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew; they have the most caffeine.”

   “Ah… Mountain Dew.”

   He returned a short time later with a liter bottle of Mountain Dew and a key hooked to an oversized key fob.

   “Here, take her into the bathroom and get her to drink the soda. Odds are she might throw up, so hold the stall door open, if there is one.”

   Luckily she kept the Mountain Dew down, though it took nearly twenty minutes to get her to drink it. she assured Julie that she wouldn’t throw up, so the last ten minutes were in the car. But Aaron decided to error on the side of caution and didn’t move until she had finished it and ate a cheese and crackers snack pack.

   As they drove Megan began to take stock of her predicament. Now that the physical danger was past, other problems became apparent. She hadn’t retrieved her sandals, her bag and all the junk in it or her tank top and jeans shorts. There was no way she could go home in just her bikini. There’d be too many questions… questions she wasn’t at all ready to answer.

   “Where are you taking me?”

   “Home, of course,” Julie answered.

   “I can’t go home like this. I left wearing sandals, jeans shorts and a yellow tank top.”

   “Well, I’m not going back for them. I’m sure I could whip Josh again, but by now he’s told his drunken buddies I jumped him and kidnapped his girl and I’d have fight the whole crowd.”

   “I can’t go home like this,” Megan insisted.

   Julie got her phone out and called Samantha,

   “Hey, I’ve got an emergency here. Are you’re folks still gone?”

   “Yes. remember, they’re gone for the weekend. That’s why Aaron can pick you up and drop you off here,”

   “Good. Do you have some jeans shorts and a yellow tank top, you don’t mind being without for a while?”

   “Yeah, you know I do. But why do you need them? That’s nothing like what you had on when you left here.”

   “It’s not for me, I’ll tell all about it when we get there.”

   Julie reminded Aaron of Samantha’s address and coached him where to turn. At Samantha’s they ushered Megan inside. Nothing would do but a full recount of Aaron beating the crap out of Josh and why. The whole time, Megan sat looking at the floor.

   “I could have told you that Josh was no good. Him and his whole crowd thinks they are God’s gift to women,” Samantha told them. Then she looked at Megan. You’re lucky that Aaron was there to stop him. You’re not the only one the he and his crowd have introduced to the joys of sex that way. Word has it that the girls who end up liking it get passed around the group until they’ve all had her, then she’d dropped to make room for another. Rumor has it that your friend Nikki is the latest convert. Looks like you were picked because she could convince you to go along.”

   Julie was gob smacked.

   “And they get away with it?”

   “So far none of the girls have been willing to say anything. Not after Kathleen Meyers, last year. She claimed date rape and everybody there, the girls included swore that she was the one that suggested they go off alone together because she didn’t want to put on a show. What’s more, the guy swears she wasn’t a virgin. Are you going to turn him in?”

   “God no. I got drunk and if they are all going to tell lies about me, then what’s the use?”

   “You’ve got Aaron and Julie as witnesses that you were telling him no and he was forcing himself on you.”

   “Still, Mom and Dad wouldn’t believe it wasn’t my fault. They’d claim I led him on. … and maybe I did. I was drunk after all and I spent the afternoon sitting on his lap.”

   “OK, so why do you need my shorts and top?”

   “If she’s not going to accuse him of attempted date rape she can’t go home in just her bikini. She was wearing a yellow tank top and jeans shorts over it when she left,” Julie explained.

   Samantha picked up a bundle off the end of the couch and Megan took it from her.

   “I hope the colors are a close match,” Samantha said.

   Megan looked at them and nodded as she put them on. They weren’t a really good fit, but she was sure that unless she had to spend a lot of time talking to her parents she’d get by with it.

   “Thanks, I’ll get these back too you somehow. You don’t have any flip-flops, do you?”

   Samantha left and came back with a scruffy blue pair.

   “Here. I just put these in the trash. The toe piece pulls loose under stress. You can keep them.”

   Back in Aaron’s car. Julie laid down the law to Megan.

   “Look, I know you’ve been two timing my brother. Today’s not the first time. So here’s how it’s going to be. We’ve helped you quite a bit and if you want us to keep your secret, you’re going to break it off with Jamie. He’s a good kid and he doesn’t deserve to have a girlfriend that cheats on him. I’ll give you until tomorrow to do it and then I’ll tell him the whole story and I’ll confess to your parent how I helped you to conceal this.”

   “But I won’t do it again. I promise.”

   “To little too late. Remember, tomorrow or Monday the bull crap will hit the fan.”

   “OK, I deserve it. I’ll break off with Jamie.”

   They dropped Megan off and waited until she was inside. Aaron drove around the corner and parked.

   “So, what are you going to tell your mother if you’ve got to squeal on Megan.”

   “I’ll tell her that someone barfed in the pool and we all went to the beach. After that it’s pretty much the truth, except that I’ll say I met you there.

   “You handled yourself pretty good. Josh is supposed to be a cool jock who can handle himself. Nobody messes with him.”

   “He was drunk.”

   “Still, you looked like a prize fighter, in the ring.”

   “OK, you’ve got me. In high school, I boxed golden gloves. Josh is a street fighter and as I said, drunk. He telegraphs his moves. Beings he was drunk any half decent street fighter could have whipped him.”

   “Why’d you get out of golden gloves? You looked pretty good at it.”

   “My last fight I was boxing above my weight class and the guy was good. He had me in the corner and I thought he’d finish me off, but I managed to get around him and instead of dancing out to the center of the ring like we were trained to do, I caught him in the side of his face as he turned around and knocked him off his feet. He hit his head on the turnbuckle. To spite having on head gear, he was knocked unconscious. Not from my punch, but from the turnbuckle. They couldn’t revive him and he ended up in the hospital. His brain was bruised and swelling. He was there for better than a week and it was touch and go for a while.

   “After that, I couldn’t make myself get in the ring. Today, when Josh started throwing punches, I went into conditioned reflex and it was easy.”

   Julie was quiet for a while.

   “I think it’s time to start the damage control. If Megan doesn’t follow through, it’ll bring up some questions. I’m late, so just take me home and I’ll tell mom the barf in the pool part today. I’ll just add that you gave me a ride home because everyone else wanted to stay later. Who knows, maybe next time we go on a date, you can pick me up at home.”

  This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

  

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  “So, I have you to thank for getting my daughter home at a decent hour,” Julie’s mom said.

  “Yes ma’am. It’s no big deal, really. I was kind of out of the loop before Julie and her friends showed up, but they livened things up. Kind of new blood in and old group. So when she told me that she needed to go home and none of her group wanted to leave, I decided to give her a ride. It was sundown and starting to get cooler and I hadn’t brought a jacket.”

  “How do you know Julie?”

  “Mom!” Julie interjected. “No need to give him the third degree. He just did me a favor. I invited him in because I knew that you’d want to know who brought me home. I wanted you to see who he was and that he was a nice guy.”

  “I don’t mind Julie. She’s your mother and it’s only reasonable that she’s concerned about who your friends are.” Then turning to her mother. “I know Julie from the mall. I work at a shoe store. We’ve run into each other at lunch and we’ve had occasion to talk. It can get rather crowded in the food court and well we’ve shared a table sometimes.”

  That much was true. At least it was the year before, but last year she’d started sitting with him even when it wasn’t crowed. That and clandestine meetings on Saturday afternoons for matinee showing of movies and just hanging out at the mall.

  “Aaron is really one of the good ones. I feel a little like he’s a knight in shining armor and I was a damsel in distress today.”

  “I really wish you’d called me to say that the party was moving to the beach. I could have been prepared to come get you and save Aaron the trouble.”

  “Well after the barf in the pool thing it was all kind of a rush and I knew that you were spending the day with Jamie and I didn’t want to interrupt your time with him.”

  “Well,” Mom said. “At any rate, thanks for seeing her home safely.”

  “No trouble at all, ma’am. I suppose I’d better be going. See you around Julie.”

  “Yeah, sure. Thanks again for the ride.”

  Melissa and Carla just happened to be at the front window when Aaron and Julie dropped Megan off.

  “That’s not the car she left in and that’s not who she left with. Wonder why Josh didn’t bring her home,” Melissa said when she saw Megan get out of the car.

  Megan headed straight for the upstairs bathroom the minute she came in.

  “Hey, Mom and Dad, I’m home. I’m going to get a quick shower to get the sand out of my hair,” she said as she darted up the stairs.

  Melissa followed slowly with Carla right behind her. If Megan was going to shower, maybe there might be time to send that email. She had it all ready in a separate draft folder. She stopped at the top of the stairs so she could peek over the last step enough to see just what Megan was doing. She watched as Megan stepped into her room, only to reappear with her robe a minute later. Then she went straight to the bath room. Melissa waited until she heard the shower running.

  “I wonder what she was doing to get sand in her hair,” Melissa mused. “Go stand near the bathroom door and come warn me when she turns off the water.”

  Megan stepped into the shower and cranked up the temp as hot as she could stand it. turning her back to the shower head she leaned against far wall. The hot water streamed into her shoulder blades. Megan began crying. She felt so dirty.

  “Will I ever feel clean again? How could Josh do that? He was going to force me. And now I have to give up Jamie. Yes, he’s weird for wearing pantyhose, but he treated me good and he’s a good person. How could I have been such a fool. I should have known what kind of guy Josh was when we were at the park. Kim was giving it up to Kyle and Josh acted as if it was an everyday thing and I was strange because I didn’t.”

  Eventually Megan quit crying and managed to wash he hair. She felt a little sick to her stomach.

  “Alright,” thought Melissa, in a hot second she was at Megan’s computer. A few keystrokes later, the poison email was on its way. It went to all of Megan’s contacts, their their relatives. It had been a chore to remove them from the “to” line but she’d done that before and had simply cut and pasted that into the email. At the last minute, she decided to add Jamie back in after deleting him earlier. Megan had too many friends but Melissa was sure that they’d all be relieved to find out she was through with Jamie in favor of dating Josh.

  Jamie was surprised to see Melissa and the rest of the family at church, but not Megan. He stood and watched them walk by on their way into the church.

  “Megan’s home sick today,” Melissa had said snidely as she walked by a few steps behind her parents.

  “Did she say Megan was sick today,” Jamie's mother wanted to know.

  “Yeah, that’s what she said.”

  “You can call her when we get home.”

  Samatha pulled Julie aside as the entered the church.

  “You’ve got to get your mother to stop by my house for a minute after church.”

  “Why?”

  “I got Brenda to forward her sister’s email to me. You won’t believe what Megan sent to her friends. I’ve got it printed out. I didn’t want to bring it because someone might see it.” She pointed toward Jamie.

  “Is it bad?”

  “Worse than bad.”

  “Ohm’god”

  Megan had no idea how she was going to breakup with Jamie, but she knew she had to. She was sure that Julie wasn’t bluffing when she said that she tell her parents about what happened.

  After her shower, she went down stairs ready for bed and told her parents that she was tired what with all the swimming and sun and was going to bed early. Melissa stood at the top of the stairs with Carla and listened.

  “Yeah, swimming and sun and getting sand in her hair,” Melissa said softly. “She wouldn’t get sand in her hair with sissy-hose Jamie.”

  She and Carla quickly jogged to Melissa’s room.

  Megan couldn’t get back to her room fast enough. She mounted the steps just short of running. She threw herself on the bed. She thought she’d cried herself out in the shower, but the tears flowed again. She didn’t know anything until morning when the sun rudely shone in her bedroom window since she’d not closed the blinds.

  It was early, rather than get dressed and ready for church she decided to check her email; something she usually did before going to bed.

  Her inbox was awash with replies to an email she didn’t remember sending.

  Subject: Why the sissy-hose boy.

  She opened the first one. It read:

  “Oh Megan. Such good news. Everyone thought you’d lost your mind. I’m sure that Josh will be glad to read that you’ve finally dumped the sissy and won’t be seeing him anymore.”

  What the hell? Megan thought. What’s that all about?

  She clicked on “Show original message.”

  "I have finally come to my senses. Some of you have probably heard rumors that I've been spending a lot of time with Jamie lately and that we're now a couple. You've probably also heard rumors that Jamie now openly wears pantyhose all the time. The last rumor is true. The little sissy does wear hose all the time. I've also been spending a lot of time with him. I'm trying to figure out what makes him tick. I think, no, I'm certain he has developed a hopeless crush on me. Does he really think I would be interested in a geeky sissy who parades around in pantyhose? LOL!!! Pathetic is the only word for it but it is amusing to watch him follow me around like a little puppy dog. Last night I went out with Josh and let me tell you there is no comparison between Josh and Jamie. One is a man and the other is something. I'm not sure what but definitely amusing. So, I just wanted to let you all know that I have not lost my mind. You may see me hanging out with Jamie. The poor sissy needs a friend or two and he is kind of sweet but this is a mercy case, like charity work. LOL!!! It provides some amusement while I wait impatiently for my next encounter with Josh."

  “Oh… my… God,” she thought. So much for letting him down easy.

  Suddenly, Megan felt sick to her stomach. She ran to the bathroom and hunkered over the toilet and brought up everything she’d eaten or drunk in the last twenty-four hours.

  “I can’t believe what she wrote. That ungrateful bitch. I told her if she didn’t break up with Jamie, I’d confess to her parents about how I helped her cover up the date rape attempt and she said she would. She seemed so contrite and accepting of the consequence of her actions. I thought she’d find some way to let him down easy, like claiming her mother forbid her from having a relationship with a boy who wears pantyhose.”

  “I know. What I really can’t believe is the way she was impatiently waiting for her next encounter with Josh. After he attempted to rape her you think that she’d at least remain mum about him. But the way she said that, you’d think she was sorry he didn’t get away with it.”

  “God, this is going to crush Jamie. I mean her breaking up with him would have been bad enough, but to call him names and put him down in a group email is too much. We’ve got to keep Jamie from seeing this.”

  “It may be too late. This went out shortly after you guys left my house. Jamie’s email is in the address line. She didn’t even use the BCC option and everyone can see who else got the email.”

  “He can’t have read it already. He’s way too happy this morning.”

  “Do you think we need to give your mom a heads up?”

  “Jamie, do you want to stop by Megan’s before we go home to check on her?”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea mom,” Julie put in.

  “Why not?”

  “She may be contagious. I heard her symptoms when her mom was explaining why she wasn’t with them this morning. It sounds like a bad case of the flu. I’m glad we didn’t sit near them today. They might all have it and not know it yet.”

  “Well, OK then. You can call her when we get home Jamie.”

  “Mom, I need to talk to you in private before we get home.”

  As usual, they went to grandma’s house for lunch and Jamie went to change into one of his new skorts outfits. Julie pulled mom aside when Jamie went to change his clothes

  “Mom, we had to stop by Samantha's so she could show me an email that Megan sent out to all her friends. She’s breaking up with Jamie and she’s not being nice about it. She’s been two timing him with a guy named Josh. In the email, calls Jamie sissy-hose boy and tells the world that he’s not a real man like Josh. She says the only reason she hung out with him was because he’s a mercy case and needed a friend. Somehow we have to keep him away from his email until we can figure out how to delete that email.”

  “As you know, I have the passwords to both of your emails. When we go home, I’ll say that there’s something I need to do on the computer and take care of it.”

  “OK, the subject line is ‘No more sissy-hose boy’ so you’ll be able to tell which one it is.

  “Oh Jamie,” Grandma said when Jamie came out of the bathroom. “That’s a nice outfit. It’s well suited to your age. You should wear that to work tomorrow. I’m sure that Lucille would love them. Jamie’s mother had packed the Pleated Woven Skorts and a short sleeve, white blouse with a Peter Pan collar.

  They gathered around the dining table and Jamie noticed that grandma had set an extra place. Grandma noticed him looking at it.

  “I thought you might bring your girlfriend again. She’s such a nice girl. She’s welcome anytime, you know.”

  Julie had just taken a drink of water and nearly spit it out at that statement.

  “She stayed home sick today,” Jamie said.

  “Oh dear. I hope it’s not too serious,” Grandma replied.

  “I heard her mother describing the symptoms. I think it sounds like a bad case of flu. I hope that Megan’s family isn’t already contagious or there’ll be a whole lot of people out sick,” Julie stated.

  Jamie’s mother made a mental note to tell Grandma that Megan was breaking up with Jamie.

  Megan was sitting at her computer trying think how she would counteract the effect of the email and still break up with Jamie when her IM popped up with a message from Josh.

  Josh: Hey babe; I read your email. I thought that it was something like that when I heard you were hanging out with that little fag. Just so you know, I don’t hold you responsible for that asshole busting up our party and I’m glad you’re looking forward to our next encounter. We’ll take up right where we left of and this time you won’t be left hot and dry.

  She stared at in disbelief. “No, no. Hell no!” she screamed.

  She answered.

  Megan: Go away Josh! Go away!

  Hit the send button and shut down the computer before he could answer.

  Two minutes later the phone started ringing.

  “Damn him!”

  She was home alone, but her mom might be home at any time. She sprinted to the library to answer.

  “I said go away Josh, so just go away. I never want to talk to you again.”

  “Woah, it’s Nikkie.”

  “Oh I thought it was Josh.”

  “So I gathered. What’s up you two have a fight or something? Last I saw you together, you were on his lap necking. Then Eric got a little demanding and I told him that he’d have to wait until we were alone. So he threw me over his shoulder and told me we’d be alone right quick. When we came back, they said Josh had done the same with you.”

  -“Yeah well, that didn’t work out so well.”

  “All the other girls say he’s great. You didn’t like it? I haven’t had a chance with him yet.”

  “Oh God Nikkei, Josh ruined my life.”

  “It’s not ruined. Look it was your first time. It might have hurt. It’ll be better the next time. Give him another chance.”

  “Not on a bet. He didn’t even care about what I wanted…”

  “But your email said, you were waiting impatiently for your next encounter with Josh.”

  “If I never see him again it’ll be too soon.”

  “Oh Megan, if you don’t give him another chance, you’ll be cutting your own social throat. He’ll bad mouth you to the other guys and none of them will want you and the girls will have to go along or risk getting black balled.”

  “Good.”

  “Wait a minute. There’s something you’re not telling me. What happened when you went off with Josh?”

  “I didn’t ‘go off’ with Josh. He threw me over his shoulder and hauled me off like the neanderthal he is.”

  “That’s kind of sexy, don’t you think? Anyway, that’s just the way they do it. Every girl at the party has been hauled off that way… more than once. It’s kind of a ‘Me Tarzan, you Jane’ thing.”

  “You don’t get it; he was going to date rape me. He would have too, if Ju… some guy and his girlfriend hadn’t heard me shouting ‘No’ and came to stop him.”

  “I said no the first time too, but I didn’t really mean it. I mean I thought I was supposed to. But I’m glad he didn’t take me serious.”

  “Well I meant it. A… the guy knocked him out and they took me home.”

  “I guess that would explain why when Josh finally came back he grabbed his chairs and left. Look, I have your bag and all your stuff. Do you want me to bring it over?”

  “No. Hang onto it and I’ll be over on Tuesday when mom’s out doing her charity thing and get it.”

  “It’s no trouble I was going to come over anyway.”

  “Does your mom know you have it?”

  “I don’t know; I don’t think so.”

  “Good; hide them. My mom can’t know that what I wore home wasn’t what I left the house in.”

  “I hope neither of you need the computer. I need to do a quick internet search. I won’t be long.” Jamie’s mom said as they took off their shoes.

  “I don’t,” Julie said.

  After her mom was out of sight, Julie remembered she was supposed to keep Jamie occupied.

  “Let’s surprise mom and prep dinner, so it’ll be nearly done when she gets through with the computer.”

  Jamie followed Julie into the kitchen.

  “What are we having?”

  “Spaghetti. I’ll get the sauce going and you can get the salad to go with.”

  “Ah, I don’t know anything about making salad.”

  “It’s easy,” Julie said as she opened the cupboard and began taking out cans of diced tomatoes, tomato sauce and a jar of Prego. “There a bag of salad mix and some green onions. Oh and get out the bag of shredded cheddar cheese.”

  Jamie snatched “his” apron before he did as she said while she started opening cans.

  “What do I do with all this stuff?” Jamie wanted to know.

  Julie looked at him and smiled as she paused to put on the other apron.

  Julie got out a sauce pan and emptied the jar into it, telling him to get a large bowl and dump the salad mix in it. She added the other things and turned on the burner under the pan.

  “What about the green onions?” Jamie wanted to know.

  Julie stirred the sauce and adjusted the heat. She walked over to the counter and pulled out the cutting board.

  “Bring them over here.”

  She selected the chef’s knife from the block. I’ll show you on three of them and then you do it,” she told him.

  Taking three of the onions, she nipped off the roots and began slicing them in about one-eighth inch sections. She spoke again as she got to the loose green portion.

  “You stop there and throw the rest away.” She hand him the knife. “You give it a try.”

  She watch him get started before going back to her sauce. Grabbing some spices from the rack, stirred as she add some oregano and Italian seasoning.

   This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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   The garage door rumbled open.

   “I’ve got to go. I’m supposed be sick. Mom’s home and I don’t want her to hear about Saturday.” Hell, I am sick just not that kind of sick

   She hung up before Nikkei could formulate a reply and ran back to her bed. Melissa looked into the room.

   “Mom wants to know if you’re feeling any better.”

   “Maybe just a little, but I want to stay in bed.”

   “OK, she’s making chicken soup. You know she’s gonna bring you some. What made you sick? Too much beer?”

   “What makes you think I had any beer?”

   “Please, even my friends hear about those beach parties. They’re really just keggers. For the guys, the whole idea is to get drunk and score. I bet you’re gagging to get back together with Josh again. He can do things for you that pantyhose-boy can’t even dream of.”

   “Don’t mention his name.”

   “I didn’t say his real name, I called him pantyhose-boy.”

   “And don’t call Jamie that name either. Don’t say Josh’s name to me ever again. Go to your room or go down to the basement, just leave me alone.” She got out of bed and slammed the door in Melissa’s face. Then she threw herself on her bed and cried again.

   Trouble in paradise, Melissa thought. I wonder what Josh did that wound her up? Must have made eyes at some other girl. They gotta get back together so pantyhose-boy gets squeezed out. Melissa smiled to herself as she went down to report that Megan was feeling a little better. Still, I gotta wonder about how she got sand in her hair, she thought.

   “Mom, can I use the phone in your room to call Megan after dinner?”

   “That may not be a good idea. If she’s really sick, she should stay in bed.”

   “I’m worried about her. I need to know if she’s gonna be alright.”

   “Mom’s right,” Julie said. “I heard her mother describing her symptoms. It sounds like the flu. That can be serious. She should stay in bed and drink lots of fluids.”

   Jamie was bummed. So when Mom and Julie settled in to watch some chick-flick on TV, he announced he was going to check his email. Julie looked at her mother.

   “Alright,” their mom said.

   When Jamie had cleared the room, Julie asked, “Did you?”

   “Done and gone.”

   Jamie ran though his email and found pretty much nothing except an email from Mike about a new RPG he wanted to buy. Jamie went to the website that advertised it. He spent some time watching videos of guys playing and they made it look really cool. He hoped that Mike would buy it. He knew that his mom would never buy it for him and that she’d probably object to him spending his money on it. He’d been working at the Fabric Barn for nearly four weeks. He wasn’t rich, but he had money. Of course, Mom had insisted that he put half in savings. His first check was so small that after he put half in savings he barely had enough to take Megan on a date. But since then, things had gotten better. And with the sidewalk sale coming up where he’d work all day for a week, his next check should be a whopper.

   He went and peeked into the family room and found them engrossed in the movie. He snuck into his mother’s room, a big no-no and called Megan.

   “Come on Megan,” her mother said, “you haven’t eaten all day. You must be hungry. If you don’t want to put something solid in your stomach, at least drink the broth. It’ll make you feel better.”

   Nothing could make me feel better except maybe dying, Megan thought. But to placate her mother she tipped the bowl up and sipped; on the third or fourth sip her stomach began to settle. She actually did feel a little hungry. Her mother could sense it.

   “Feeling better?” Megan nodded and tentatively tried a noodle. “You probably got a dose of food poisoning from something you ate at that beach party. Something sat out in the sun too long. Salmonella is nasty, but the good news is you usually get rid of it by vomiting and sometimes it’s just twenty-four hours until you pass it and feel better.”

   Just then, the phone rang.

   “Melissa, would you see who that is? I’m busy with Megan.

   Melissa went to the library to answer the phone.

   “Hello?”

   “Hi, is Megan able to come to the phone?”

   “I’ll see,”

   She laid the phone on the desk and went to Megan’s door..

   “It’s a boy for Megan.”

   Oh God it’s Josh, Megan thought. “Tell him I don’t want to him. I don’t want to talk to anyone,”

   Perfect, Melissa thought as she went back to the phone. She was sure that it was Jamie and Megan didn’t know that. Too bad, thought Melissa, I’m delivering the message just as she said it.

   “Hello, is this sissy-hose-boy?”

   “It’s Jamie,” he answered curtly.

   “That’s what I said. She said, and I quote, ‘I don’t want to talk to him.’ Goodbye.”

   She grinned smugly. That ought to finish things off. That’ll leave the way open for Josh. Wonder why he hasn’t called. He was on the list to get the email that said she was waiting impatiently for her next encounter with him.

   “Was that Jamie slamming his door?”

   “I think so,” Julie confirmed. “It sounded like he ran from you room to his and slammed the door.”

   “He must have sneaked in and called Megan. You don’t suppose she took a turn for the worse.”

   Julie stood. “I’m not sure but somehow, I don’t think so.”

   “I should go talk to him?”

   “Let me Mom. There’s something I didn’t tell you about Megan and the beach party yesterday. I saw Megan up close and personal with Josh Martins. He’ll be a sophomore at my high school next year and is considered one of the most eligible and desired guys in the school.”

   “Up close and personal?”

   “She was sitting on his lap, kissing him while his hands ran free reign all over her body.”

   “Megan!?”

   “Yes, I think she’d been drinking and her sickness is an old fashion hang over. Given that email, I’d say she’s Josh’s girl now. If Jamie called her she may have dumped him. Trust me Mom, no teenage boy wants to talk to his mom about breaking up with his girlfriend.”

   “But will he talk to you?”

   “I can try. Since he started wearing pantyhose full time we’ve become closer. Let me try first. If I bomb out you can give it a try.”

   “OK.”

   “You know, Mom, it’s probably not a good idea to punish him for sneaking into your room,” Julie said as she headed for Jamie's room.

   Melissa was bursting to tell someone that Megan had refused to talk to Jamie. She went straight to her computer and looked to see if Carla was online. The fates were with her.

   Melissa: Hey Carla, got a minute?

   Carla: Yeah, I’m just goofing around.


   Melissa: You’ll never guess what’s going on with Megan.

   Carla: What?

   Melissa: She was sick this morning and stayed home from church. I think she looked at her email and knows about that email.

   Carla: What did she say?

   Melissa: Nothing, but she’s been pissy all day. She wouldn’t eat and stayed in bed. Her eyes are all red and puffy. It’s easy to see she’s been crying a lot,

   Carla: So, what’s next in the master plan.

   Melissa: The beauty of it is what’s next fell into my lap. While my mother was trying for the fifth time to get her to eat something, the phone rang and she asked me to answer it. It was sissy-hose. He wanted to talk to Megan. He must have read the email and either wanted to tell her off or beg her to let him hang around some more. Anyway, I went and told Mom and Megan that it was a boy for Megan. I was hoping that she’d talk to him. It would have been fun to hear her try to explain the email. But she just said she didn’t want to talk to him. Of course she didn’t know what boy. It could have been Josh. I told sissy-hose that she didn’t want to talk to him and hung up. he’s such a wimp he won’t try to contact her again.

   Carla: Oh wow! So, no more sissy-hose.

   Melissa: Yeah. You remember how she said she needed to get the sand out of her hair when she got home yesterday?

   Carla: Yeah.

   Melissa: I’ve been thinking. How could she get sand in her hair?

   Carla; I don’t know. I’ve never got sand in my hair when I went to the beach.

   Melissa: That’s because you don’t have boyfriend who would want you to lay on your back for him.

   Carla: Lay on my back???

   Melissa: Think, why would a boy want a girl to lay on her back?

   Carla took a few minutes to answer.

   Carla: You mean that she… he… they did it? The big it?

   Julie knocked and called through the door, “Jamie; can I come in?”

   “I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

   “Jamie, please let me in. Mom knows that something’s wrong. It’s Megan, isn’t it? I convinced Mom to let me talk to you. If you don’t talk to me, she’ll be up here and you know she won’t leave you alone until you talk to her.

   “Think about it. I’ve trusted you with secrets so you know that I’ll keep yours. You got to talk to one of us. I’m your best bet that it will all be on your terms.”

   She cracked the door open and asked, “Jamie, can I please come in.”

   “Come in, but don’t expect me to say anything.”

   Julie closed the door gently behind her.

   “It’s Megan, isn’t it?”

   Jamie was laying on his bed. He rolled over to put his back to Julie and didn’t say anything.

   “Listen, Jamie, when a guy has girl trouble he has to talk to someone. I don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to Mom, but who are you going to talk too? Mike? Is it really something you want to talk to Mike about?”

   Jamie lay motionless. If it wasn’t for his labored breathing, Julie may have thought he was asleep. As it was she suspected that he was crying. She sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his shoulder softly.

   Jamie sucked in a breath. “She said she didn’t want to talk to me.”

   Guilt pangs pierced her soul.

   “That may be my fault.”

   Jamie turned quickly to her. His eyes were red and puffy. Clearly he’d been was crying; there were tearstains on his cheeks.

   “How could it be your fault? What’d you do?”

   “There are things I know about Megan I didn’t tell you.”

   “Like what? You don’t really know her or didn’t until she paid attention to me.”

   “That’s true. I hardly noticed her and would have been hard pressed to tell anyone her name until she started hanging out with you. But I saw her in the mall after you met Megan for that movie; when there were three other girls there.”

   Jamie remembered, and while he’d put it out of his mind the disappointment still was strong.

   “She was in the food court with that friend of hers, Kim. They were there with Josh Martins and his friend Kyle. Do you know who they are?”

   “Yeah, they’re on the high school football team. Josh lettered in varsity last year as a freshman. When I went to the movie with all those girls, we ran into them after and the girls went off with them and I called mom to come get me.”

   “Well, when I saw Megan and Kim in the food court, Megan was sitting on Josh’s lap and holding his hand while he had it on her thigh; very nearly under the hem of her skirt.”

   Jamie blinked and there was a catch in his breathing.

   “Then yesterday, when Aaron and I were at the beach, we walked by the group Megan was with. She was on his lap again. This time she had her arms around his neck and kissed him several times Real passionate, tongue involved kisses and Josh’s hands were roaming her body -- intimately roaming; she clearly liked what he was doing.”

   Jamie sobbed, “What makes it your fault that she doesn’t want to talk to me?”

   “Well, a little later, Aaron and I were sitting on a log in front of a little rise in the sand getting ready to watch the sunset when we heard Megan shout, ‘Josh! I said, “no”. Take me home now!’ She sounded desperate so we went to see what was happening. They were on the other side of that little hill. Megan was topless and Josh was trying to take her bikini bottoms off as well. Aaron intervened and got Josh to let her go. He had to fight him; anyway, we took her home after we sobered her up. Samantha helped. Megan left her bag with all her stuff and was wearing only her bikini. She left home with a tank top and jeans shorts over, Samantha loaned her some.

   “While we were talking with her she admitted that she’d been leading Josh on. She didn’t want her parents to know what happened. Jamie, I’m sorry but you don’t deserve to have a girlfriend that cheats on you. I told her that if she didn’t break it off with you I’d confess to her parents how I helped her conceal the fact she got drunk and nearly gave it up to Josh. … So it’s my guess that’s why she said she didn’t want to talk to you.”

   Jamie turned face down into his pillow and cried some more. Julie put her hand on his shoulder again. He turned to look at her and he looked so pitiful that Julie scooped him up in her arms and held him close; tears streaming from her eyes.

   “I’m sorry Jamie, I didn’t want to tell you all that, but you needed to know. She sent an email to her friends that in essence said she was Josh’s girlfriend now. She said you were a mercy project. So you were bound to be hurt by her sometime soon.”

   “She cheated on me. She was always cheating on me. I was never really her boyfriend was I?”

   “I guess not. She had us all fooled. She seemed like the perfect girl for you.”

   “Does Mom know all this?”

   “She doesn’t know about Aaron fighting with Josh and what happened to cause that. She just thinks that I needed a ride home with Aaron because the rest of my group wanted to stay. But she does know about Megan cheating on you.”

   Jamie burrowed into her embrace. “Don’t tell mom I was crying, OK?”

   “OK, I’ll just tell her that Megan wouldn’t talk to you and that I had to explain why.”

   She kissed him on top of his head. Funny, before all this I wouldn’t have even hugged Jamie and now I’m all over it. It’s like he really is my sister and not my brother, she thought

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  They arrived a little early Wednesday morning when Jamie's grandmother dropped him off to work. Lucille was putting out the outside displays and came over to the car.

  “Good morning Emma I’m glad you’re here early,” she said. “Jamie, you can clock in right away. We’ve not managed to get the sidewalk merchandise out on time all week. I’d like to have you in fifteen minutes early the rest of the week.”

  “Yes ma’am,” Jamie said as he headed in to clock in.

  Lucille watch him walk away in his Bohemian Wandering Skorts and smiled.

  “Jamie is developing quite an independent fashion sense,” she said.

  “Yes, he’s been influenced by nearly every female he knows. I really like the recent additions to his wardrobe.”

  “So do I. I really should get back to work. But I need to talk to you about Jamie.”

  “Is there a problem with his work? I thought he was doing well.”

  “He is. It’s not about his work. He’s really hustled this week and we’ve really needed that. The whole staff has given a hundred and ten percent. It’s just he seems to be down. But bless him, he powers through it. Tabitha pointed it out to me. Last week he came in every day all bubbly with good mornings for everyone. And through the day he’d always take a moment to talk with her and Margaret. But this week, he hasn’t said anything that wasn’t work related and he has as sad expression on his face the rest of the time. Is there something wrong?”

  “Oh, yes. His girlfriend broke up with him. He’s been in a funk ever since. Poor boy worshiped the ground she walked on and then out of the blue, she’s with the school’s top jock and won’t give Jamie the time of day.”

  “That would explain it. He just throws himself into the work here. As his boss, I should love it. I’d like to think that each employee is more than just an employee; a family member or at least a friend. I’ll juggle the lunches and see to it that he and Tabitha go out together. I won’t tell her what’s the matter, but maybe she can get him to confide in her and give him an out for the rough emotions that are plaguing him.”

  “Hi Aaron,” Julie said as she sat in the empty chair at his table.

  “Hi yourself. It’s been a bit crazy with Hank out sick Monday and Tuesday, but he’s back today.”

  “Well that explains why I couldn’t find you at lunch the last two days.”

  “I haven’t had a chance to ask because of that. Are you and your mother alright? I mean you aren’t in any trouble about me bringing you home, are you?”

  “No trouble. You suitably impressed her as a fine upstanding young man. I’m thinking of pushing the envelope and seeing if she’s up to inviting you for dinner this Saturday as a thank you for bringing me home.”

  “And just what do you hope to gain from that maneuver?”

  “I hope to convince her that you are such an upstanding young man that she will be good with me accepting a date with you.”

  “That would be nice. I hate needing to watch our back and plan our dates to be someplace where no one you know will see you. It cramps my style.

  “On another note; did Megan make good on her promise to break up with Jamie?”

  “In the worst way possible. That bitch sent out an email to all her friends, Jamie included, that told them she’d been hanging around with Jamie as a mercy project and there was no feelings involved. The topper is that she finished by saying the was waiting impatiently for her next encounter with Josh.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “Nope; those are he exactly her words; ‘waiting impatiently’.”

  “She wants another encounter with Josh? Maybe we shouldn’t have rescued her. She wanted it and was saying no, so she could say it wasn’t her fault. ‘But I told him no.’ What a hypocrite.”

  Jamie and Tabitha sat across from each other in the tiny lunchroom.

  “How you holding up with the full time this week?” Tabitha wanted to know.

  “I’m good,” Jamie answered.

  “Seems like you’re different. You’re working hard and all, but you don’t seem to be the friendly, happy, talkative Jamie from before. I thought that maybe the long hours were getting to you.”

  “It’s nothing about work.”

  “Personal problem then.”

  “Yeah, personal.”

  “OK, I’ll leave you alone about it,” Tabitha said, reaching across the lunch table to put her hand on his. “But I’d like to think we’re friends. I look forward to us being good friends. If you ever feel you need to talk to someone about it, I’m here for you.”

  Jamie nodded and gave her a weak smile. He looked down at the table as he ate his bologna sandwich. But Tabitha was determined to bring out of his funk. Lucille had asked to see if she could get him talking. It kind worried her that he wasn’t coping with the breakup very well. It bothered Tabitha as well.

  “What do you do for fun when you’re not living it up at the Fabric Barn?” she asked out of the blue.

  Jamie looked up with surprise.

  “Oh, I read, Sci-Fi mostly, and some fantasy.”

  “I like to read Sci-Fi too. I like the classics mostly. I remember devouring Isaac Asimov's Empire series. But my favorite of all time is Heinlein’s ‘Stranger in a Strange Land.’

  “I've read those. They were great. I read mostly newer stuff. Not the really new, but whatever the library has in. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl that really likes Sci-Fi. Have you ever read any fantasy?”

  “No, I mostly got sucked into the Sci-Fi during the lockdown. My dad has a large library of Sci-Fi books that he got when my grandfather died. He was a member of the Science Fiction Book Club. That was way before eReaders and the internet.”

  “I’d like to get an eReader. But they cost over a hundred dollars and my real passion, if I’m going to spend that kind of money is RPG games. I do RPG more than I read. I only have a couple. But they’re really old and the graphics aren’t nearly as good as the new stuff.”

  “Oh wow, I love to RPG. But I’m in the same boat. Not enough money to buy much.”

  “My friend, Mike, gets all the latest stuff. His folks have lots of money, so he can afford it. I’ve only played his latest a couple of times. I’m planning on going to his house on Saturday. If you like RPG, I could maybe ask him if you could come along.”

  “That’d be great. What time on Saturday?”

  “I don’t usually go over there until about 1:00. He likes to sleep in and, well, so do I.”

  “I think our lunch break is over. We better get clocked in.”

  “Hey Mom, how was your day?” Julie asked as she came into the kitchen.

  Her mother eyed her suspiciously. Julie was still in her work clothes. She normally went straight to her room to put on some shorts and a pull-over top of some sort and she never asked her mother how her day was.

  “It was a good day, thank you.”

  “That’s great. I’m glad.”

  “OK, what’s up? You're still in your work clothes and I don’t ever remember you asking how my day was before. Sounds to me like a lead in for some sort of favor.”

  “OK, you’ve got me. You remember that guy, Aaron, who brought me home from the beach when I needed a ride last Saturday?

  “Yeah, what about him?”

  “I ended up at his table for lunch today. They were really crowded at the food court today. Anyway, I thanked him again for the rescue last Saturday. I was thinking that maybe we should do something nice for him by way of a thank you.”

  “I suppose I could go along with that. What did you have in mind?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, maybe dinner on Saturday?”

  “So, you owe him a favor and I get to pay it off for you.”

  “Oh, well. It wouldn’t have to be fancy. I could do some baked chicken, so you don’t really have to do anything.”

  Her mother wasn’t born yesterday. She could easily see that Julie was interested in more than a simple thank you.

  “How often do you see Aaron at lunch?”

  Julie opened her mouth to answer, but thought better of it. She was already lying to her mother about how it was that Aaron gave her a ride home Saturday. She couldn’t bring herself to string together a full web of lies. Her mother was too perceptive and would surely be able sense it.

  “I don’t know. He’s good company and sometimes, if he sees me, he invites me to join him even if there are free tables.”

  “And of course, you never look around to see if he’s there before picking out where you’d like to sit… say near him so you have to walk by his table.”

  “Oh Mom…”

  “I thought as much. How long have you known him?”

  “Come September, it’ll be two years.”

  “Are you going to tell me you’re not interested in him?”

  “Mom, he’s going to be a junior in college this year, but he skipped a grade in grade school, so he’s only really three years older than me.”

  Her mother studied her for a while.

  “I’d advise you to never play poker. When you introduced him to me Saturday it was obvious that you think of him as more than a friend. He’s a little harder to read, but I’d hazard a guess that he reciprocates.

  “It’s time for the truth and the whole truth, Julie. You’re sixteen. You’re old enough that you could stand a good chance if you sued to have yourself declared emancipated; you’re almost an adult. Short of grounding you I can’t control where you go and who you see. Right now, three years seems like a long time, but by the time you graduate high school, three years will hardly be noticeable; by the time you graduate college it will be nothing.

  “As I said, time for the truth. I’ll make you deal. ’Fess up to everything and I’ll grant you amnesty. When you go to the movies with friends on the weekend do the ‘friends’ ever include Aaron?”

  “Yes, sometimes.”

  “And has it ever happened that Aaron was the only friend who showed up at the theater to watch the movie with you?”

  Julie looked to the ground. “Sometimes.”.

  “Now for the big one. Was Aaron invited to the pool party?”

  Julie chewed her lip for a while.

  “Amnesty?”

  “Me thinks I should have made that limited amnesty, but I didn’t. So yes, amnesty.’’

  “The truth is, there was no pool party. It was always the beach.”

  “And Aaron was the only one at the party?”

  “Oh no. There were some guys from the shoe store that Aaron works at and some he knows from school.”

  “Knowing that I really wish I’d made it limited. Was there beer or other alcohol at the beach?”

  “Not in Aaron’s group. They all drove themselves an there was no ‘designated driver.’”

  “Not in Aaron’s group; does that mean there were other people there with beer?”

  Julie sat at the kitchen table, unable to stand without shaking.

  “It’s a long story Mom, but in a word. Yes.”

  Her mother sat as well.

  “OK, let’s hear the whole story.”

  “I told you that I saw Megan there with Josh.”

  “Yes.”

  “The group she was with had a keg and all the kids were underage and all drinking. Megan was thoroughly drunk; Josh thought he’d take advantage of that and took her off behind one of the low hills there and Aaron and I were on the other side of the hill and heard her tell him no and to take her home. We went to see what was going on and stopped a date rape.

  “Long story short, we took her home and helped her cover up all that so her parents wouldn’t know. I was really ticked at her and told her that my brother didn’t deserve a girlfriend that would cheat on him. I told her that if she didn’t break up with Jamie by Sunday night, on Monday I’d confess to her parents how I helped her cover up her drinking and being far too intimate with Josh.”

  “But you said it was a date rape and you stopped it. They couldn’t possibly hold it against her that Josh attempted that.”

  “When I saw her sitting on his lap, she allowed him to touch her intimately. I’m sure that’s where Josh got the idea he had it coming and she’d be willing.”

  “That’s a lot of information to digest. But back to Aaron. Three years, right now… the college scene is totally different from the high school scene. I’ll have to get to know him much better before I’ll condone a dating relationship between the two of you. So invite him to dinner. Bringing your young man to meet your family usually signifies a serious relationship.

  “We’ll start slow and you two will be on probation. One screw up and it’s over.”

  She wasn’t too sure just how she’d enforce ‘it’s over’ but hopefully Julie wouldn’t think it through.

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  Tabitha’s mother brought Tabitha over to Jamie’s house about noon. Jamie was really nervous about meeting her mother. Tabitha could sense it and wanted to spare him that.

  “Mom, it’s OK, you can just leave me here,” Tabitha told her mother as they walked up the walk.

  “I at least have to make sure that you get inside OK. But I really want to meet Jamie and his family. You said that you and Jamie would ride bikes over to a friend’s house. I want their assurance that this friend and his family can be trusted.”

  They knocked on the door and Jamie answered. He had on a tee shirt and jeans short with nude, sandal foot pantyhose and his sandals.

  “Hi Jamie, this is my mother,” Tabitha said.

  “Hello Jamie, nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” her mother said glancing at Jamie’s legs.

  “Hi,” Jamie offered.

  “Invite them in Jamie,” his mother called from the front room.

  “Ah, yes, please come in,” he told them.

  In the front room, Jamie’s mother stood to greet them.

  “Come in, come in sit down. Would you like something to drink. We have iced tea, soda and coffee,” she said, holding her coffee cup up.

  “A coffee would be great. Tabitha, would probably want a soda.”

  “Jamie, why don’t you go in the kitchen and get her mother some coffee and a soda for Tabitha?”

  “I’ll go with him. I know how Mom takes her coffee,” Tabitha offered.

  Jamie was obviously still nervous.

  “It’s OK Jamie. She knows all about you.”

  “Even about these?” Jamie asked pinching up his hose just below the hem of his shorts.

  “Yes, even about you wearing pantyhose. I told her that when you first came to work at the Fabric Barn. I told her that you had invited me to come over to go play computer games with a friend when she came to pick me up on Thursday. Lucille was right there and Mom asked her about you. Lucille gave you top marks and said she admired you because you were confident enough to be who you were publicly. She assured Mom that you were a great person and that your family was the best. It’s going to be fine. Come on. Mom’s coffee is getting cold.”

  “So why didn’t she just drop you off?” he hissed as they started back.

  “She wants to find out about your friend.”

  They could hear Tabitha’s mother as they left the kitchen.

  “When Tabitha first told me about Jamie, I was interested to learn more about him. It’s so nice to meet Jamie after all this time. Tabitha can’t talk about her job at the Fabric Barn without telling me something about Jamie. I understand he has a girlfriend.”

  “Ah, that’s kind of a ‘had’ a girlfriend now. I really shouldn’t talk about it it’s Jamie’s story to tell.”

  “Oh sorry. Well he seems to be a confident young man. I’m sure he’ll bounce back from it.”

  Tabitha stopped and looked at Jamie.

  “Later,” Jamie mouthed to her as he walked past her.

  “What time do you need to get back?” Aaron wanted to know.

  “If we leave for my place when the movie gets out, we can be there in time for me to get the chicken in the oven in time for it to be done for dinner.”

  “Oh, your night to cook… wait, did you say ‘we’?”

  “Yes ‘we’.”

  “OK, … last I heard; you were thinking of seeing if your mother was up for having me to dinner. This means you did it. How’d you convince her?”

  “Oh, it was easy. I just copped to everything.”

  “What!? … Everything?”

  “Yeah. Mom advised me not to ever play poker for money. When I introduced you to her, she read my face and saw that I saw you as more than a friend. So, after some discussion, she made me a deal. Total truth about our relationship for amnesty for past sins where you are concerned. She got me to tell her how long ago we first met then wheedled out of me that our lunch meetings weren’t always accidental. Then she offered the deal and after that I had no choice I spilled everything, including about Megan.”

  “And she still is OK with me coming to dinner?”

  “Amnesty, remember. The upshot is that we can pursue a relationship but we are on probation. One mistake, one little incident and it’s over.”

  “Wow, it looks like a relationship with you is going to be an uphill climb.”

  “Only where my mother is concerned. I’d say, from my point of view, our relationship is a done deal. All we have to do is walk the straight and narrow until I turn 18, which is only a year from now.”

  “That and I need to go out of my way to impress her with what a good guy I am.”

  “There is one thing I need to tell you before we head home.”

  “What’s that?”

  “My mom caught Jamie wearing her pantyhose the last day of school. She didn’t get angry, really, but she felt that he needed some kind of punishment so she gave him the choice of being grounded for an indefinite period or wearing pantyhose 24/7 all summer. He chose to wear pantyhose. Aside from church he wears shorts so it’s kind of obvious that he has pantyhose on.”

  “He chose pantyhose over grounding. If he’s like my lab partner in Physical Science, my freshman year that may not be a punishment. He would often wear girl’s blouses and pants to class. He was big time in the LGBT group.”

  “That may be the case, at least I think so. It seems that Mom’s trying to work that out. He’s working at the Fabric Barn and so Mom bought him some dressy shorts to wear there… women’s shorts with tops as well. He was a little self-conscious about wearing them at first, but now his only complaint is that they are of a style that’s too old for him. So the weekend that we rescued Megan, she took him out and bought him some more age-appropriate shorts and tops, so you may see him pretty much dressed as a girl.”

  Aaron smiled.

  “Interesting.”

  When they left Jamie’s house, her mother was still talking to Jamie’s mother. Tabitha borrowed Julie’s old bike. They rode a few blocks toward Mike’s house and Jamie stopped at a bus stop. He got off his bike, put the kick stand down and sat on the bench.

  Looking down, he said, “I suppose I should tell you about Megan.”

  Tabitha parked her bike and sat next to him.

  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

  “No, but you were right the other day. I do really need to talk to someone about it. mom and Julie are too close. They tiptoe around the subject.”

  Tabitha put her hand on his.

  “Megan and I broke up. She was cheating on me with Josh Martins.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I don't blame you for breaking up with her.”

  “She broke up with me. Two week ago Julie went to the beach with her boyfriend and saw her necking with him and she was letting him touch her all over. Julie called her on it and well, in the end Megan agreed to break up with me if Julie didn’t tell her parents about it and that she was drinking. She sent out an email saying that she saw me as mercy project and that she wanted to be with Josh.”

  At that point Jamie broke down and cried. Tabitha took Jamie in her arms and held him. When he had cried himself out, Tabitha consoled him.

  “That’s a terrible thing to have happen to you. No wonder you were in a funk at work last week.”

  “I’ll just have to get over it,” Jamie said wiping his eyes.

  “I’ll help you. We’ll do things together. I’ll keep you so busy that you won’t be able to think about it.”

  She took tissue out of her purse and gave it to him.

  “I think I’d like that.”

  “Hi Tabitha, Jamie didn’t tell me the friend he was bringing over was a girl,” Mike said. “Are you really a gamer?”

  “Through and through. I started with D&D like everybody else, I guess.”

  “I’ve head of girl gamers, but I’ve never met one before. Hey Jamie, does Megan know you’re hanging out with another girl?”

  “That’s a sore subject,” Jamie said putting on a tough exterior to keep Mike from knowing he was crying inside.

  “Trouble in paradise?”

  “You could say that. We broke up.”

  “Oh wow. Didn’t see that coming.”

  “We came over so Tabitha could get a look at your new game. I’m sure that she’s anxious to do that.”

  “Right. Well, I’ve got it paused. You guys can watch me for a bit. I’m just about to move up to the next level. After I do, we’ll get Tabitha set up with an avatar and give her a turn.”

  Mike brought the game back to life and after a few minutes he reached the next level; about five levels above where Jamie had been his last time to play it. Then Mike walked Tabitha through setting up an avatar and turned her loose.

  She proved a natural and had quickly moved up to the third level.

  “You better watch out Jamie, she’s doing a lot better than you did when you first started.”

  “I know,” Jamie replied not believing her reaction time and how intuitive she was.

  “So you want to make this a regular Saturday thing, Tabitha?”

  “I think Jamie and I have plans for next weekend,” she replied without missing a beat in the game.

  When she reached the fourth level, she stood and said, “I guess I’ve hogged it long enough. I’m sure Jamie would like to get in some time with this game. It’s awesome.”

  “You better jump in there Jamie. At the rate she’s going, she’ll be ahead of you.”

  Jamie took his place at the game and called up his avatar and started playing.

  “Is there a bathroom I can use?” Tabitha asked.

  “Two doors down on the right,” Mike told her with a jerk of his thumb.

  After Tabitha cleared the room Mike leaned close to Jamie’s ear and asked, “So are you and Tabitha a thing now that Megan’s out of the picture?”

  “What?!! No, she’s just a friend from work.”

  “Some friend. She’s good looking and a gamer; a very good gamer. Sounds like perfect girlfriend material for a gamer nerd like you. Didn’t she say you guys had plans for next weekend? Are you sure you’re not an item?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve not really thought about Tabitha in that way.”

  “You should dude. She’s a much better fit than Megan. Not that Megan isn’t hot and a great catch. But Tabitha fits right into your lifestyle, well maybe not the hose, but everything else and she already knows about them.”

  “Well, I really must be going. I have a lot to do today. I’ll be back to pick up Tabitha about five. That will give us time to get home and get dinner at a decent hour,” Tabitha’s mother said as she stood.

  “Thank you for bring her over. It means a lot to Jamie. He’s been in quite a funk since his break up,” Jamie’s mom replied accompanying her guest to the door.

  “About that. Just between you and me,” Tabitha’s mother said, at the door. “I think Tabitha will be glad Jamie’s available. She’s quite taken with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t drop some hints that they should get together more often.”

  Jamie’s mother smiled at that.

  “I think that would be good for Jamie.”

  “I’ll see you at five”

  Aaron and Julie walked to the parking lot hand in hand. Julie was feeling a little extra loving. Aaron had allowed her to pick the movie and said he actually enjoyed the chick flick she had chosen. When they got to his car he opened the passenger door for her and she turned, put her arms around his neck and planted a quick kiss on his lips. She then quickly turned back and got into the car.

  “That’s for being a perfect date today,” she said closing the door herself.

  After getting the car out of the lot and on the way to her house Aaron responded.

  “I get a kiss for being a perfect date. What do you expect when you’re a perfect date?”

  “That’s easy; another date.”

  Aaron laughed out loud.

  “That is easy and it seems a little unfair, since you’d get another date anyway.”

  “Not so unfair. You’d get a kiss even if you weren’t a perfect date.”

  “So the kiss wasn’t really anything special?”

  “Only the one who got the kiss.”

  “And the one who gave it.”

  They drove in silence, each thinking their own thoughts. Abruptly, Aaron turned into a supermarket.

  “Why are we stopping here?”

  “I want to contribute to the meal. You said chicken in the oven… how are you fixing it?”

  “I’m keeping it simple; breaded and baked.”

  “You know, I make a mean barbecue sauce from scratch. How about we broil it and make it oven barbecued chicken?”

  “That sounds good. I’m sure mom would like that. What do you need for the sauce?”

  “I assume you don’t have apple sauce.” Julie shook her head no. “Let’s see, I’ll list the ingredients and you let me know what you don’t have. Ketchup, brown sugar, lemon juice, salt, ground black pepper, paprika, garlic powder and ground cinnamon.”

  “I’m sure we have everything except maybe the lemon juice and the garlic powder.”

  With the missing ingredients and large can of baked beans they were soon on their way.

  “Mom, we’re here,” Julie called out a they entered the front door.

  Julie’s mom came out of the family room. “Hi Aaron. You guys are earlier than I thought you’d be.”

  “I wanted to have plenty of time to fix dinner. Aaron came up with a good idea. He’s going to make some homemade barbecue sauce. Instead of oven fried, we’ll do oven barbequed.”

  “You know we haven’t even uncovered the grill this year. If you want you could actually barbeque it.”

  Julie looked at Aaron.

  “My dad was the barbeque king. I learned at his knee.” Aaron smiled. “I guess that makes me the barbeque prince.”

  “The grill is on the back deck. There’s a gage on the tank. Why don’t you see if there’s enough gas to get the job done? Jule show him where it is.”

  After checking, they came back in with Aaron packing the tank.

  “It’s pretty low. I saw a U-Haul a couple of blocks away. I’ll just run down and fill it up.”

  “Let me give you some money,” Julie’s mom offered.

  “No need. I really want to contribute to the meal. The propane is on me.”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  Tabitha took pity on Jamie and coached him on what to expect next. Mike was seriously impressed with the gamer girl.

  “How is it your so good at this?” he wanted to know.

  “You’ve got to think like a game programmer. There are only so many possibilities of what’s coming next. The choice of just what that is, is determined by supposedly random chance. That random change is actually controlled by the player. Though most players are too wrapped up in the score or what weapons they can choose from or one of about a dozen other variables to notice the correlation between their choice and what happens in the game. Another factor is how long it takes to make the choice.”

  Mike and Jamie just looked at her for a long minute.

  “If you say so. If I think about it, I suppose that makes sense. But really, aren’t there too many variables to keep track of it all?”

  “On a conscious level there are, but the human brain is capable of receiving thousands of stimulesses a second, but most of the reaction reasoning takes place on the subconscious level. People call it intuition, or instinct. It’s a matter of trusting that subconscious prompt in the fraction of a second it takes for it to be formulated,” she explained.

  “Think of it like this. When you’re taking a test at school and you come to a multiple guess question that you don’t absolutely know the answer to, how do you choose the answer?”

  Mike and Jamie looked at each other for a minute, before Jamie answered.

  “I just scan the answers and mark one.”

  “When you get the test back to you ever checked to see if the answer was right?”

  “Yeah, sometimes.”

  “How often is it right?”

  “Most of the time it is. But it seems like when I try to reason out the answer they are almost always wrong.”

  “The reason for that is when you just answer the question without reasoning it out, you’re allowing your subconscious make the choice. You, know the answer, but you don’t know that you know it because it’s buried deep in your subconscious. It’s the same thing when gaming. Your subconscious has accumulated the results of your choices. So when you choose the weapon or the path to go down, if you let your subconscious make the choice more times than not, it’s the best choice.

  “After playing the game for a long time, people don’t realize it but, they finally make choices that way. They get better at the game without knowing why. The trick is to shortcut the process and make yourself trust that instinct born in the subconscious without needing a hundred repetitions.”

  “That’s a lot to chew on,” Mike observed.

  “Oh, look at the time,” Jamie said. “Didn’t your mother say she was coming to get you at five?”

  “Yeah, we’d better get going. We only have fifteen minutes to get to your place.

  “Love your game Mike, thanks for letting me come over.”

  “You’re welcome anytime. Too bad you’re busy next Saturday, but maybe the next week.”

  “I hope you’re making enough for one extra,” Julie’s mom said as she came out on the deck.

  “Should be enough, why?” Aaron wanted to know.

  “I just got off the phone with Tabitha’s mother. She was rearended by a 4x4 pickup. She called her insurance man and he told her to go to emergency to get checked out even if she felt OK. Anyway, she called from the hospital. Aside from a bruise on her forehead, from the air bag, she OK, but her car is totaled. She doesn’t know how long it will be before she can get here for Tabitha. I told her I’d feed Tabitha see that she got home; she has a key to let herself in.”

  “Oh wow. We’ve got plenty enough for one extra,” Julie told her. “So what’s this Tabitha like? Did you get a chance to talk with her before Jamie whisked her off to Mike’s?”

  “I did. Her mother came in and had coffee before the kids headed out to Mike’s. She stayed and we had a nice long conversation, so I got to know her a little as well. It seems she works in HR at her company, and is the chairman of the diversity committee. They’ve just finished updating the corporate harassment and equality policy to include gender identity and gender expression. She told me that Lucille has some similar ideas along that line. Her husband is a sales manager and is out of town this weekend at some kind of seminar, so he can’t come get Tabitha.”

  “I take it you like Tabitha?”

  “Megan was a nice girl and all, but I never did understand why she was interested in Jamie. You know what a computer nerd Jamie is, well Tabitha is every bit as much into computer games as Jamie is. Oh just before she left her mother confided in me that Tabitha is, and I quote, ‘quite taken’ with Jamie.”

  “The plot thickens. With Megan out of the picture, she’s lined up to get close to Jamie.”

  “I’m not sure that Jamie is aware that she’s interested, so let’s not say anything to Jamie about it.”

  “No prob, Mom. We’ll let nature take its course.”

  As they rode back to Jamie’s house they took their time and talked.

  “I hope you aren’t upset because I told Mike we had plans for next Saturday. I know we didn’t have any firm plans but we did kind of talk about it and when he asked about it, I guess I was in trust the subconscious mode and it jumped out that we had plans without considering other options.”

  “No, I think I’d like to do something besides go to Mike’s every Saturday. He should get a job or something. He’s way to sedentary. I don’t think he’d ever leave his room if there was a toilet there and his mother would bring his meals. I guess that’s why he’s so good at that game; he doesn’t do anything but play the game.”

  “So what do we want to do?”

  “I’m not too good at thinking of that myself. We’ll need to talk about that at work. Maybe something will come to mind.”

  They approached the house and the garage door was open and Jamie rode right in.

  “We’ll park the bike in here.”

  Jamie led the way in to the kitchen, noting they were right on time; 5:00 on the nose. Looking out to their covered deck, they noticed that Julie and his mother were out at the barbecue with a good-looking guy a couple of years older than Julie.

  “Hi Mom. What up? Are we having barbecue for dinner?”

  “Yes. Aaron is a barbecue whiz. He took over Julie’s idea of baked chicken and changed it to barbecue chicken. He whipped up a homemade barbecue sauce that’s really good.”

  Jamie looked Aaron over. He really didn’t look like Jamie imagined him. He was expecting some broad-shouldered football jock or something. But Aaron looked more like a swimmer or maybe a cross-country runner.

  Aaron looked over at Jamie and closed the grill. He walked over to him and put out his hand.

  “So you’re the infamous Jamie Julie’s always talking about. I’m Aaron.”

  Jamie remembered his manners and took his hand.

  “Good to meet you. Julie’s been kind of closed mouthed about you.”

  Aaron looked at Julie.

  “Are you ashamed of me?” he asked with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.

  “If you remember, up until last weekend, you were a secret.”

  “But Jamie seems to have heard of me.”

  “It seems that Julie tells Jamie things she doesn’t tell her mother,” their mother admonished, looking at Julie.

  “Guilty as charged. I hope that amnesty you granted me extends to Jamie. I did tell him about going to the beach with Aaron. In his defense Jamie said he wouldn’t lie to cover for me, but I did talk him into keeping you busy that Saturday so I’d be free to do so.”

  “Well, this is news. I think there’s a little retribution due. We were going to spare you and not tell you what we got Jamie that day, but now, I’m tempted to have him do a fashion show so you can see it firsthand.”

  Julie didn’t mention that she suspected that would be the case and had seen the shopping bags in the recycle.

  “Did you get him some really nice stuff? I was so wrapped up in the drama that day I kind of put it of my mind. I’d love to see a fashion show.”

  “I’d love to see it too, only my mother will be here any minute to pick me up,” Tabitha put in.

  “Oh, Tabitha, I should have said something when you first got here. Your mother called and said she’d be late. Don’t worry, she’s alright, but she was rearended and the car is totaled. With your dad being out of town she’ll have to see about renting a car. So I offered to feed you dinner and see you got home OK. So you’re staying for dinner. I’m sure she won’t mind if you hang out after we eat and Jamie can do his fashion show before you go home.”

  “Are you sure she’s alright?” Tabitha asked, concerned.

  “Yes. When she called her insurance man he insisted she go to the ER and get check out. They said she’s just fine.”

  “OK, so long as Mom is OK, I’m good with that. That chicken smells great. I can’t wait.”

  “That was a great dinner, you two. You make a good team,” Julie’s mom told them. “Aaron, I hereby promote you from barbeque prince to barbeque king; at least in this realm. You’ll have to negotiate with your father about that when your home.”

  “It did turn out rather well,” Julie replied. “Aaron deserves most of the credit. It’s kind of tough to mess up baked potatoes and frozen vegies.”

  “Let’s take this party inside and Jamie can get on with his fashion show,” their mother said.

  Jamie rolled his eyes. He really wished that they wouldn’t make a big deal out of the girl’s clothes he was starting to prefer wearing. His latest acquisitions kind of cemented that feeling. He really liked the look of his latest skorts and the tops went well with them. He had become totally adept at working to buttons on the other side and never even thought about it whenever he put on a button up top.

  Nothing would do but he put on the show everyone seemed to want. So following the pattern established when he did it for his mother he went through the routine. He was still a bit self-conscious about the wide leg skorts. They were too much like skirts.

  “Grandma bought these first two for me. Do you really think they look OK,” he asked, as he modeled the second one.”

  “I like them,” Tabitha said.

  “You don’t think they look too much like a skirt?”

  “Well yeah, they do kinda, but that’s what a skorts is all about. Looking like a skirt but giving the modesty of shorts.”

  “Well still I don’t think I’ll be wearing them out of the house any time soon.

  “Get on with the show,” his mother told him. “You picked out the rest yourself,”

  As he modeled each one, even Aaron got in on the praise of his choices, which surprised him. If he’d had any say in the matter, he’d have not done the show with him present.

  “You know, Jamie, these last two both really do look good on you,” Aaron said. “They have just the right look for someone you age,” Aaron told him. Somehow, it really pleased him that Aaron liked the way they looked on him.

  “Yes, I agree,” Tabitha said. “Is the next one like them?”

  “No, it’s more of a skirt with shorts under it. I’m not sure I like it. I don’t know why I picked out.”

  “Go put it on and we’ll tell you what we think,” Julie said.

  A few minutes later, Jamie arrived wearing the last of his new clothes. He walked in and did a kind of runway turn in the middle of the room.

  “See,” he said, “a skirt with shorts underneath. He pulled the hem up just enough to reveal the bottom of the shorts.

  Tabitha studied him a moment.

  “I can see why you picked this one. All the others look good on you, but this one is your color and shows off your legs to their best advantage.”

  Tabitha’s opinion had become as important as Megan’s had been.

  “You think I have good looking legs?”

  “Well yeah. And that outfit really works for you. I’m totally jealous. My legs don’t look all that good.”

  “I think your legs look great,” Jamie blurted out and then clapped both hands over his mouth. He could feel is face begin to burn as his blush reach his ears.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I …” he trailed off looking hopelessly lost.

  Tabitha smiled.

  “I’m flattered. I don’t think anyone has ever told me that my legs look good before.”

  Julie and his mother were really enjoying watching Jamie flounder and get embarrassed.

  “Do you really think they look good?” Tabitha asked sticking her right leg out.

  Jamie had no choice. He had to say something, but was embarrassed that he’d said anything out loud.

  “Yeah, even without hose. My legs don’t look good at all bare legged.”

  “Are you going to start wearing your new skorts to work?” Tabitha wanted to know.

  “You really should,” his mother said. She really wanted to gauge his reaction to the more girlie clothes.

  “Maybe the first two you bought me, but this one and the two that grandma bought are too much like skirts and I don’t think I’m ready to make that kind of fashion statement at work yet.”

  His mom smiled… ‘Yet’ was the key word. One day he might be. She’d have to see about him making that fashion statement elsewhere. At Tabitha’s suggestion, he changed back into the Pleated Woven Skorts.

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  Tabitha’s mother was still in a kind of a state of shock. Being rearended and having the air bag explode in her face had shaken her up. If not for her insurance man and the inevitable paramedics that showed up just after the police, she'd have called a taxi or maybe an Uber, if she’d thought of it, and gone straight home. But here she was back out in the waiting room of ER trying to get her thoughts in order. I suppose I should call Trevor, she thought. She took out her phone and punched up his number. It went to voice mail. Probably in a meeting, she thought. She canceled the call and texted him instead.

  Barbara: Call as soon as you can. Important!

  She then used her phone to summon an Uber. She went to stand near the exit, where she could see when it arrived. She had no more than sat in the back of the Uber when her phone rang.

  “Hi hon. Just got out of the last meeting of the day. What’s important?”

  “The Lexus is totaled. I got rearended by one of those big pickups.”

  “Did anyone get hurt? Is Tabitha alright?”

  “No one got hurt, if you don’t count my air bag bruise. Tabitha is over at a friend’s house. His mother says they’ll feed her dinner and see that she that she got home OK.”

  “His mother?”

  “Yes; she went over the Jamie’s house. You know that’s the boy from work she’s always talking about. The one who wears pantyhose.”

  “Oh. Are you sure that was a good idea?”

  “I think it’ll be fine. I took her over and went in with her. I met both Jamie and his mother. He’s a really well-mannered boy. Before I even entertained the idea of her going over there, I called the owner of the Fabric Barn, Lucille . I met her when Tabitha applied for work there. She has a really high regard for him and knows his grandmother quite well.

  “I also had a long conversation with his mother after he and Tabitha rode bikes over to his friend’s house to play one of those computer games the kids are all enamored with. You know how much time she spends on her computer doing that sort of thing. And before you ask Jamie’s mother assured me that his friend, Mike, comes from a good family and can be trusted.”

  “As long as you’ve vetted him and his family.”

  “Frankly, I’m kind of proud of her for befriending him. You know how much I had to study the transgender community for work so that we could convince the board to include gender identity and gender expression in our anti-harassment policy. You know that I found that trans folk often have trouble making or retaining friends.”

  “The way she talks about him you’d think it was her boyfriend.”

  “Truth be known, I think she’s sweet on him.”

  “I suppose that’s safe enough. It’s not like he’ll reciprocate.”

  “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. He recently broke up with his girlfriend. So he’s available.”

  “Girlfriend as in a girl? Or was she a transgender as well?”

  “No a girlfriend as in a girl. By all reports a popular girl at school; a cheerleader and she had another boyfriend. That’s why they broke up.”

  “You mean he’s not gay or whatever they would call it. He doesn’t like guys?”

  “No dear. You know, you’re sounding very homophobic and transphobic as well. Really my research says that sexual preference among transgender people runs the same gambit as it does amongst the rest of the population, with the vast majority being heterosexual in accordance with what it says on their birth certificate.”

  “So you’re saying our daughter may just bring home a transgender as a boyfriend.”

  “That’s a real possibility. What’s more, if she’s going to see very much of him, I’d like to have him to dinner so we can see how they interact together.”

  “I suppose that’s a good idea.”

  “My accident may just provide the excuse we need to invite him. She’s having dinner with his family. Good manners dictate that we should extend the invitation.”

  “If you’d like, I’d be glad to take Tabitha home. I’m sure that Jamie would like to ride along and since I’ll be bringing him back I’d enjoy Julie’s company on the ride,” Aaron said.

  “That’s a lot of trouble for you to go through,” Jamie’s mom told him.

  “No trouble at all. Actually I thought I’d treat them to a sundae at Stone Cold. I’d be glad to bring you something as well.”

  Their mother looked around at the group and saw an expectant expression on every face.

  “Oh go ahead. No need to bring me anything. I’ve got pint of Häagen-Dazs® Bourbon Vanilla Bean Truffle tucked away for some night when both of them are gone. A little adult treat for when they’re having fun and I’m still home.”

  “Bourbon? I didn’t know anyone put booze in ice cream,” Julie said.

  “There’s not enough by volume to add any more alcohol than the vanilla does,” her mom informed her.

  Sitting in the backseat, Jamie wasn’t sure what to do. If it had been Megan he’d have sat close and held hands. That would have been expected; he’d learned that much about having a girlfriend. But Tabitha wasn’t his girlfriend, though everyone seemed to be treating her as if she was. Mike even accused him of that. He wondered what she saw in their relationship. He knew that Mike was right. She’d be a much better match for him that Megan ever was. Megan, by just being there, intimidated him. He felt much more on an even footing with Tabitha. She was easier to talk to and while he respected her, he felt no need to put her on a pedestal.

  “It’s really nice of Aaron to treat us to ice cream at Cold Stone. It’s my favorite place to get ice cream,” Tabitha said.

  “Mine too.”

  Jamie looked at her in the dimming light of early twilight. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time. At work, she was just another coworker who was nice to him. But today she’d been his friend and unexplainably he felt close to her, emotionally. She’d listened to his tale of woe regarding Megan and held him when he cried. He hadn’t expected to cry and she didn’t seem uncomfortable with him crying. What’s more she didn’t push him for more details or want to “explore” his feelings. She was just there for him.

  He thought about just how much it would look to the casual observer like they were on a double date; Aaron and Julie, he and Tabitha. Who would believe any other explanation? It got even more like a date. Jamie ordered a Chocolate Devotion and Tabitha ordered the Peanut Butter Cup Perfection. The tables were small, so Aaron and Julie sat at one and Jamie and Tabitha sat at another.

  “I don’t know which one looks better, yours or mine,” Jamie observed.

  “I know. I was looking at that one myself, but then you said you thought you’d have it. So, I decided on this one; that way we could each try the other’s choice.”

  “That’s a great idea. Next time we’ll discuss it and decide which two we both like.”

  Jamie quickly took a bite of his ice cream to stop his loose lips blabbing something he hadn’t thought through. He had all but committed to asking her on a date. But she took her spoon and helped herself to a bit of his and pushed hers over toward him. He reciprocated. They ended up nearly dividing them equally. The whole while they smiled at each other and made small talk.

  Julie leaned into Aaron and said in a low voice. “Have you noticed those two?” and gently nodded toward Jamie and Tabitha.

  “Yeah. Being the designated chaperone I feel it’s my duty. Besides, young love is fun to watch.”

  “Jamie maintains that she’s just a friend.”

  “I think Tabitha didn’t get the memo. Have you seen the way she smiles at him.”

  “I have and I’ve also seen how Jamie laps it up. Maybe he won’t admit it, but he’s gone on her. He may be interested on the rebound, but I hope it lasts for a while. I like her and I like them together.”

  It was getting dark and she stood intending to turn on the light in the front room. I wonder when they’ll bring Tabitha home, her mother thought as she walked toward the switch by the door. Maybe I should call and tell them I’m home. Just then the headlights of a car shown through the windows as it swung into the driveway. Altering her course, she went to the window and watched through the sheers as Jamie and Tabitha got out of the rear of the car.

  That’s not the outfit he was wearing earlier today, she thought as they walked toward the front door. From what his mother told me, I didn’t think he was up for wearing skirts. But… you know, it does look good on him; a coordinated top too. The kid’s got good taste … and guts too.

  As they reached the front door, they stopped and Jamie turned and she could see it wasn’t a skirt, but a skort. Ah, she thought, a step between shorts and skirts. She couldn’t tell who initiated it, but they had taken each other’s hand as they talked for a moment. Then Tabitha leaned in as if to kiss Jamie, but in the end turned her head to the side and kissed his cheek. Then they hugged. It was almost like watching two girls saying goodbye, but Tabitha’s body language indicated she thought of him as a boyfriend.

  Her mother stepped away from the window as Tabitha reached for the door knob. She turned on the light as Tabitha unlocked the door and opened it.

  “Oh, you’re home. I wasn’t sure you would be,” Tabitha told her.

  “It’s been over three hours since I called to say I’d had an accident.”

  “You’ve got a bruise on your forehead.”

  “Yes, that’s the extent of my injuries. The air bag inflated with a lot of force. The ER doctor said that it wasn’t uncommon for people to get a bruise from them.

  “Did you have a nice time with Jamie today?”

  “Oh yeah, I had lots of fun. His friend, Mike, has a new RPG and the graphics in it are killer. It a lot more realistic and challenging than anything I have.”

  “I noticed that Jamie was wearing a skort. It looked really nice on him.”

  “Yeah, his mother has been trying to get him some good-looking clothes for work. You remember that when I applied, Lucille stressed that we dress professionally. Jamie’s mother bought him some things and while they look professional, they’re not something someone our age would wear. So a week ago, she took him out to another store and bought him three more outfits that are more suited his age. He put on a fashion show for us because his sister hadn’t seen them yet. He wore one on the way here.”

  “The car you came in didn’t look like the one that was in her garage when I dropped you off.”

  “Oh, that was Aaron’s car. His sister, Julie’s boyfriend. He was there when we got back and he barbequed chicken for dinner and then offered to bring me home. He took us out for ice cream on the way.”

  Her mother smiled contentedly.

  “You really like Jamie, don’t you?”

  Tabitha blushed.

  “Does it show that much?”

  She pulled Tabitha into a hug.

  “My little girl is growing up. Just going into high school and already looking for her first boyfriend.”

  “I don’t think Jamie sees himself as my boyfriend. We’re just friends.”

  “But what about you do you see him as your boyfriend? Or would you like to?”

  “Well, he’s the first boy that hasn’t been put off because I’m smart and like playing RPGs.”

  “I kind of like him. He’s courageous. Not many boys would have the courage to express their true nature publicly like he does. And… I think he likes you too. It won’t be long until you two are hanging out together every weekend.”

  “About that. We want to go to that new mall over by the high school and spend some time in the arcade next Saturday.”

  “I was talking to your father after my accident and told him you were with Jamie. We agreed that since you had dinner at his house maybe he should have dinner with us. You could bring him over after your time at the arcade. Your father would like to meet him.”

  Samantha spotted Julie as she walked toward the church with her mother and Jamie. She hadn’t heard boo from Julie all week. They hadn’t had any kind of disagreement, so she was sure that it was that Julie had just been busy.

  “Hi Julie,” Samantha said. “Whacha been up to?”

  “Oh Hi Samantha. If you’re free this afternoon, I’m sure it’ll be alright if you come to lunch at Grandma’s with us so we can catch up. I meant to call you yesterday, but I got up late and had a date with Aaron, and well things got complicated after that”

  Samantha glanced toward Julie’s mom who was standing by the door of the church talking with one of her friends. Convinced she was occupied and far enough away, she decided to ask about the date.

  “What excuse did you use this time.”

  “Actually, none. Aaron and I can date openly.”

  “How’d that happen?”

  “It all started with the Megan debacle. You know that I put Megan on notice that she had to break up with Jamie. And you know all about the email. And that I gave her until Monday and said if she didn’t I’d tell her folks about what happened at the beach party. I decided that there was a chance I’d need to make good on the threat to tell her folks and had Aaron come in and meet mom and told her a story to cover the questions about my involvement in all that. I told her that someone barfed in the pool, so we moved to the beach. I painted Aaron as a knight in shining armor bringing me home when no one else would.”

  Samantha nodded.

  “It was a good idea, but not so much. Mom’s very perceptive and could read the body language and facial expressions. When I told her about the email, I had to confess that Aaron and I had interrupted Josh’s plans and she called me on my relationship with Aaron. She knew something was going on between us and offered amnesty if I confessed all.

  “You didn’t!?

  “I did. Everything. What it boils down to is that mom’s not too happy with my sneaking around about it. But she acknowledges I’ll be eighteen in February and she’ll not have any say over who I date and where I go. So we’re on probation until then. Mom wanted to get to know Aaron and had me invited him to dinner on Saturday if I cooked. Aaron and I caught a matinee before dinner.”

  “Wow, so no more sneaking around. You said it got complicated. What made it complicated.?”

  “Jamie invited a coworker to go to Mike’s on Saturday with him and do their RPG thing. Her mother brought her over and they rode bikes to his house. Her mother was supposed to come pick her up at five, but she had an accident and their car was totaled. The coworker, stayed for dinner with us and Aaron and I took her home and stopped for ice cream on the way.”

  “Wait; you said ‘her’. What her? Did Jamie have a date? Moving on kind of fast wasn’t it?”

  “I’m sure that you’ve heard him mention Tabitha. She one that treats him nice there.”

  “Tabitha… yeah, I may have heard the name. So Jamie took the break up OK and has another girlfriend already?”

  “Not really. Jamie will tell you that she’s just a friend. But I have it on good authority that she’s sweet on him. And Mom’s not the only one that can read body language and faces. After watching them at Cold Stone, even if Jamie doesn’t realize it yet, they are a couple.”

  “Good for him.”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  “Well, hello, Samantha, it’s good to see you again.”

  “Sorry to barge into your family lunch like this, but Julie was sure you wouldn’t mind.”

  “Oh, you’re welcome anytime. I always cook a big meal when I know they’re coming so I can have leftovers, so an extra person is no bother. Come on in. Julie, you can set an extra place for Samantha.”

  Julie headed for the kitchen while Jamie slipped off his shoes in favor of his slippers and took his duffle to the downstairs bathroom. He didn’t know why his mom thought he should wear the blue skort. Well, she had told him, but he didn’t particularly buy the reason. She had said that it would be nice if he wore them because Grandma had bought them for him. What bothered him was that he’d have to wear them home. That meant giving someone the opportunity to see him going from Grandma’s to the car, or from the car to the house at home. If only they had an automatic garage door opener. As it was, it was always his job to open or close the garage door.

  Maybe, he thought, he should save up his money from the Fabric Barn to get one for his mom for Christmas. He wondered how much a garage door opener would cost.

  “Oh, Jamie, you’re wearing the blue skort I bought you. How do you like them?”

  “I don’t know, Grandma. I haven’t really worn them before, except to try them on and show them to Mom and Julie. Maybe after today, I’ll know better.”

  “Well, they look really good on you. And I like your top too.”

  “I agree, Jamie. They show off your pantyhose covered legs really well,” Samantha said. I’m jealous because Julie got a nice fashion show of all your new stuff. And I’m jealous of how good you look in them.”

  “Are we going to fawn over Jamie’s clothes? Or are we going to eat?” Julie wanted to know. “I’m starving.”

  As they tucked into the ham and sweet potatoes, the conversation continued.

  “You’ve worn the one’s your mother bought you to work. Are you going to wear these as well?”

  “Ah, I don’t think so. The two you bought me are nice, but they don’t look much like shorts. I didn’t wear the other one that Mom bought to work because it is a skirt with shorts underneath. I don’t think that Kelli will be able to leave me alone about it. She’s kind of slowed down about my pantyhose. If I show up wearing what looks like a skirt, she’ll start up all over. Not on the boyette thing, but being girly or something, only this time it’d be worse.”

  “Maybe I should talk to Lucille about her teasing you.”

  “Oh, no, Grandma. Don’t do that. The last thing I want is for her to think she’s gotten to me. My only chance to get her to back off is not to react to her teasing. It’s a slow process, but it works. Durning the sidewalk sale she didn’t call me ‘boyette’ one time. I don’t know if she’d given up on it or if we were just too busy she may have given up on teasing me, and in case she has given up on it I don’t want to give her any encouragement to start it up again.”

  “OK, I think I understand. I didn’t really think about how they looked when I bought them. The sales girl said they were really popular.”

  “Well, it seems that everyone has seen your new wardrobe except me, I’m hurt,” Samantha said, faking a pout.

  “Not my fault,” Jamie told her. “It wasn’t like we planned a fashion show and decided to not invite you. It’s just that we were there and they wanted to see my new stuff.”

  “Take it easy on him, Samantha. He’s right. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Part of the time I’d normally spend with you, I spent with Aaron. Otherwise, you’d have been there to see it.”

  Samantha rolled her eyes.

  “Another thing to feel hurt about. Some hot guy walks into your life and suddenly, I’m second fiddle.” Samantha smiled as she said that, spoiling the effect.

  “If you don’t mind feeling like a third wheel, I’m sure that Aaron wouldn’t mind if I invited you along when we see a matinee,” Julie teased.

  “No thank you. Your mother might ask me about how you behaved yourself and I might have to lie to her. If you did do something I’d be honor bound to keep that a secret, and if you didn’t, I might be tempted to say you did so she didn’t think I was lying.”

  “You do realize just how messed up that statement was, don’t you?”

  “OK, OK neither is the case, but still, third wheel? No thank you.”

  “You could always double date,” Julie’s mother offered.

  “If I had a current boyfriend I suppose we could. But I’m taking a break in that department. All the boys I know are such immature jerks it’s painful to be around them. I’d ask Julie to have Aaron set something up, but my mother hasn’t given me permission to date college guys.”

  “Too bad,” Julie said. “Aaron is anything but immature. Wouldn’t you say Mom?”

  “I’ll have to give him that. Mature, polite and helpful; all good qualities. I still reserve judgement, but he is impressive so far.”

  Monday while grandma drove him to work she made small talk.

  “Your mother tells me that Tabitha came over Saturday and spent the rest of the day with you.”

  “Yeah. She likes to do RPG and I told her about Mike’s new game and how awesome it is. She wanted to get a look at it so I talked to Mike about letting her come over with me on Saturday. Her mother brought her over and she borrowed Julie’s old bike and we rode to Mike’s house. Her mother was going to pick her up at five, but she had an accident. So Aaron gave Tabitha a ride home after dinner. He bought us all ice cream at Cold Stone on the way.”

  Sounds like a date to me, Grandma thought.

  “I like Tabitha. She’s always given me friendly help when I needed it at the Fabric Barn even before you started working there. Sounds like you two had fun.”

  “We did, Grandma. I… I told her about what Megan did and she made it easy to talk to her about it and even made me feel a little bit better.”

  “Good. I was concerned that you were holding it all inside. Your mother told me that you hadn’t talked to either her or Julie; you needed some to talk to about it. You should spend some more time with Tabitha. I think it’ll help you get past the thing with Megan.”

  “Me too. We’re going to go to that new mall near the high school next Saturday and spend some time in the arcade.”

  New girlfriend in the making, Grandma thought.

  “What’s the scoop on this, what’s his name… Jamie?” Tabitha’s father asked her mother as they got ready for work Monday morning. “How is it he’s wearing pantyhose. It’s all academic, but I do know a little about cross-dressers, or as they are known these days, transgender. They usually dress in stealth for years or even decades before coming out. I guess that some never come out.”

  “He didn’t exactly ‘come out’, he was yanked out. He was in stealth for a number of years, wearing his mother’s pantyhose.’ She got off work early the last day of school. She had an errand that could wait until the end of the day. When she came home she was nearly two hours earlier than usual thinking she’d change clothes, grab Jamie and head out for pizza. She found him lying on the couch wearing long tee-shirt and a pair of her pantyhose.

  “She’s savvy enough to know that it was deeper than just about pantyhose and wanted to find out just how deep. She knew that she needed to do something. She told him that it wasn’t so much about him wearing pantyhose as it was a matter of sneaking into her room and borrowing her stuff without permission.

  “In the end, she gave him a choice… be grounded for an indeterminate time or wear pantyhose 24/7 for the summer. That is to say openly wear pantyhose. He chose to wear pantyhose. His mother is striving to find out just what it’s all about; kind of prepare herself for where the limit is. So little by little she’s introducing more girl’s clothes into the mix. So far he’s not resisted the clothes but only that some of them may bring him some ridicule if people see him.”

  “I see; is he gay?”

  “She doesn’t think so. He’s shown a normal interest in girls for a fourteen-year-old boy. Until recently he had a girlfriend and went on dates with her. She observed them kissing on one occasion. Turns out he wasn’t the only one she was kissing and they broke up. That leaves Tabitha a clear field and she is interested in him.”

  “So aside from his penchant for pantyhose and apparently other girl’s clothes, he’s a normal teenage boy.”

  “It would seem so.”

  “Is he interested in Tabitha?”

  “I think he is, but doesn’t realize it. They’ve been friends at work for several weeks and since he broke up with his girlfriend, that friendship has deepened. It’s not like he’s jumping into a relationship on the rebound, but more like he just needs a friend and Tabitha is ready to be there. She’s hoping, and seeing their interactions together, I think if she just doesn’t push, one day he’ll realize that he’s got feelings for her.”

  “You think it’s a wholesome relationship?”

  “I think it would be cruel to both of them if we didn’t let them work it out for themselves. I think we should keep an eye on it, but hands off. To that end, I’ve told Tabitha that since she had dinner with his family, she should invite him to come to dinner with us on Saturday. They’ve planned an afternoon at the mall arcade. So it’s almost like her staying to dinner after them doing that RPG thing. If she brings him to dinner, that’ll give you a chance to take the measure of him. I think you’ll be as impressed as I am.”

  Since the sidewalk sale, Jamie had been working five days a week from nine to two. At first he wasn’t too sure that he liked it, but Lucille kept the lunch schedules the same so he got some time just to talk with Tabitha. Grandma always came a little early to pick him up and he often found her talking with Lucille after clocking out.

  He’d really settled in at work and even Kelli had seemed to back off on her constant teasing him. On Wednesday she had totally caught him off guard. He’d only been at work for about an hour when she came to the back room. Jamie heard her come and looked up to see who it was.

  “Are the bins full already?” he asked her.

  “No not yet.”

  “Oh, what can I do for you?”

  “I've been thinking.”

  The quip came to ask her if it hurt, but he thought better of voicing it.

  “Last weekend, we got together with my cousin and her family. She asked me about work and I told her about the sidewalk sale and how busy we’d been. I mentioned to her that we had a boyette working here. When she asked me what I meant by that I told her that you reminded me of the main character in the movie, because you had a girlfriend and wore pantyhose.”

  “What movie?”

  “Boyette. Haven’t you seen it?”

  “No, I didn’t even there was a movie called Boyette. I never heard the word until you called me that.”

  “Oh, I thought that everyone at least knew about it.”

  “Soooo, what’s this movie about and how did I remind you of the main character?”

  “It’s about this gay guy who has a massive crush on a straight guy. He can’t just come on to the guy because he knows the guy is straight. He really wants to spend time with him, so he pretends to be straight. It works and they pal around together. The problem comes when a girl gets interested in him and he has to go on a date with her or blow his cover about being straight.”

  “So how do I remind you of that character?”

  “That’s what my cousin wanted to know. So I explained that he’s pretending to be straight, but he’s gay and you say your straight and wear pantyhose. She called me on that and asked if I thought that made me think you were really gay.” Kelli looked down.

  Jamie was working on not being angry. He wasn’t gay. Why does everyone think that just because he likes wearing pantyhose, OK and these days other girl’s clothes, meant he was gay?

  Keeping his voice even, he said, “Does it?” dreading the answer.

  “It did,” Kelli admitted. “But my cousin, who’s a social worker pointed out that cross-dressers aren’t any more likely to be gay than anyone else. In fact there’s some data that suggests that they may be a little less likely. So I guess that I owe you an apology. I really didn’t know. I mean, how was I to know? I’ve never known a cross-dresser before and I’ve only met two gay guys and they were so camp it wasn’t even funny. The only thing missing was they- didn’t talk with a lisp. Oh, God. I’m putting my foot in my mouth big time.

  “What I really want to say is that I’m sorry and I won’t be calling boyette anymore. You’re a really good worker. Lucille is good with you wearing the clothes you wear. Look I better be getting back to work.”

  With that, Kelli turned went back to the sales floor.

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  “Hi Megan. Your mother said I should just come up.”

  “Oh, hi Nikki,” Megan replied.

  “What’cha up to?”

  “Nothing much. Just sitting around, surfing the web.”

  “You’ve been incommunicado since the beach party.”

  “Yeah, well I don’t want to have to answer questions about what happened with Josh.

  “About that; you know he’s saying you’re a prick tease and warning other guys to stay clear of you.”

  “Not surprised. He may be right, you know. Before he hauled me off to rape me, I was letting him get away with murder. Tongue in my mouth and mine in his; his hands all over me even on my boob.”

  “Didn’t that get you turned on? It always gets me going.”

  “Yeah it did, that’s the problem. I was turned on and it scared me because I knew I didn’t really want to do anything, but that being turned on made me feel like I wanted to.”

  “What I don’t get is if you really don’t want to do it, then what’s with the email where you say you’re anxiously awaiting your next time with Josh?”

  “I didn’t send that email.”

  “It came from your account.”

  “She won’t admit it, but my bitch sister hacked my email and sent that. She’s been down on Jamie ever since she found out he wears pantyhose.”

  “I can’t blame her. The idea turns me off. I don’t see how you could be interested in him because of it.”

  “It’s cute and shows he has a sensitive side.”

  “Yeah, most gays do.”

  “I’ll take that over Josh’s entitled attitude any day and if I never hear from Josh again, it’ll be too soon.”

  “You know that you’re the only one who’s turned him down. All the other girls that were there would happily have done the deed with Josh.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m sorry I ever let Kim get me involved with him. I should never have accepted the second date with him… hell, I didn’t even accept the first date. Kim accepted it for me. They were supposed to take us to a movie. Instead, they took us to park to make out. Kim was into it and when I needed to get out of the car because I wasn’t Josh and I ended up walking around the parking lot. We had to do two laps because Kim was in the backseat giving it up to Kyle. Josh just thought it was a normal thing to do. That should have told me that Josh and his friends were racier than I wanted to be and that I should stay away from them. But no, couldn’t do that, could I? I had a good thing going with Jamie, but Josh’s bad boy attitude added a thrill to the idea of a date. I thought if I just said no, it would be OK. Well I said no and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. And now my life is ruined. I don’t know what to do now.”

  “That’s easy. Just call Josh and tell him you changed your mind and you’re sorry. Then just volunteer to meet him somewhere to make it up to him.”

  Megan started to talk, but Nikki held up her hand.

  “Really, Megan, once you get used to it, it’s really great. If I go out with a new guy and he doesn’t try to seduce me I go home frustrated. I mean why does he think I accepted a date if not to get laid? I like it; Kim likes it and if you just let yourself, you’d like it too.”

  “Nikki, we aren’t even in high school yet. Don’t you think we’re a bit young for that?”

  “The boys we hang out with are in high school. In high school, the girls who put out get dates. The rest are wallflowers at the school dances. I don’t want to be a wallflower and I don’t think you want too either.”

  “Well, I’m not in high school yet and I plan to wait until I see if what you’re saying is true. I think we’re too young.”

  “Kim doesn’t. Her first time was in seventh grade. Mike Morrison introduced her to the idea. She says that guy has more hands than an octopus and before she could tell him she wasn’t that kind of girl, she was. She’s never looked back. By her count she’s had six different guys.”

  “How does she keep from getting pregnant?”

  “She convinced her doctor that her periods were irregular and he prescribe BC pills to regulate them. When I found I liked it I did the same thing.”

  “So how long have you been on the pill?”

  “About six months. I’m not as prolific as Kim is. I have to have some feeling for the guy or he can keep his pants zipped.”

  “They can all keep their pants zipped as far as I’m concerned.”

  “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

  “I know what I’m missing; Jamie and his gentle spirit in my life.”

  Jamie decided to take the bus to the mall and meet Tabitha there. He’d not been to this particular mall before. It was only two years old and was really close to the high school; about four blocks. Once he got to the arcade, he could see that it was going to be a hit during the school year. But during the summer when there was lots of time to go and do things away from school and home it was only moderately busy. He had felt a little apprehensive about the arcade given he was wearing pantyhose. He wore the Pleated Woven Skort and a plain pullover top that really kind of looked like a guys top, if you didn’t look too close. The fabric was much softer and thinner than any boy thing he owned and had a kind of slick feel to it. He was relieved to see the arcade had subdued lighting. That meant there was less chance that the mild sheen of his nude pantyhose would be noticeable.

  As he stood in the entrance to the arcade, trying to see if Tabitha was in there, she walked up.

  “Hi Jamie, you beat me here.”

  “Yeah, I took the bus so it was either be a little early or a lot late.”

  “I’m glad you chose early. These arcades are often populated with guys only. The only girls you’ll see are those whose boyfriend drug them in. Going in as a lone girl is almost an invitation to have the guys hitting on you. That is until I challenge them to a contest and they see how good I am. I only have to whip three or four of them to get them interested in playing against their buddies again.”

  “I’ve only been to a couple of arcades when I was little. Most of the games were really beyond my ability to understand what I was supposed to do. I mostly played the driving/race games.”

  “This will be my second time here. Since it’s a new arcade, they have a lot of the most recent games. Come on, I’ll show you.”

  She led the way to “Enter The Gungeon: House of The Gundead.”

  “This is a two-person shooter game, so we can both play at the same time.”

  They had both come with several rolls of quarters. Jamie had found a neutral fanny pack and had that in place of the purse he had been carrying. He figured that since he had cash money it wasn’t a good idea to lay his purse down while he got into a game. That would make it too easy for someone to snatch his purse. Tabitha had a similar idea and was sporting a small purse with a long strap that let her wear it cross body.

  They spent an hour or so wrapped up in the game. It was a lot of fun. He got into it, using body English to aid in his perception of what he wanted to do.

  As they wound down their third game Tabitha said, “There’s another game we should try.”

  She led the way farther into the arcade to Minecraft Dungeons. What they hadn’t noticed while playing the previous game was the they had acquired an audience. As they took their place Jamie noticed the similarity to Minecraft. He had that game and had pretty much mastered it. he felt that he’d do OK with this one.

  “Excuse me, girls,” one of the guys who’d been watching them said, “this is a four-player game. Would mind if me and my buddy take the other two controls?”

  Jamie bristled just a little. The guy had addressed them as “girls” and he wasn’t entirely comfortable being perceived as a girl, but didn’t feel like correcting him would be a good idea. He looked at Tabitha to see what her reaction was. She seemed not to notice the misgender, but instead raise her eyebrows. Jamie wasn’t sure what she meant by that, so he shrugged his shoulders.

  “I guess not,” she told them.

  Now Jamie was more than a little nervous. But as they got into the game he forgot everything but what was happening in the game. They played through the game and Jamie acquitted himself admiralty. Only Tabitha was any better at it.

  After the game the guy introduce himself and his buddy.

  “That was awesome. My name is Kirk and this is my friend Derek. I’ve never seen girls play these games as good as you two do.”

  “I’m Tabitha and this is my friend Jamie. You guys were alright, we just happen to be better.”

  Much to Jamie’s dismay, the two guys followed them to Elevator Invasion. Jamie and Tabitha each took a control and went through the intro while Kirk and Derek watched. This game was totally new to Jamie, but he tried to put into practice what Tabitha had said at Mike’s and was somewhat successful. He played much better than he’d have thought for his first time in a game. The fact that he drew the female avatar wasn’t lost on him, since the two guys had pegged him as girl.

  “Let us take a turn and then the best of us will team with the best of you two,” Kirk said.

  “And then if you up for it, the other two can take a turn,” Derek offered.

  As they watch Derek and Kirk play, they stepped back a little. Turning to the side Jamie leaned in and softly said, “They think I’m a girl. What are we going to do?”

  “As I see it, we have two choices. We could just walk away while they’re playing. But if we did that we’d have to leave the arcade. If we didn’t, they’d just find us again and want to know why we’d walked off. Short of being rude, we’d just have to put up with them at some other game. If we’re rude that could make them angry and I definitely don’t want to go there.”

  “Me neither. What’s the second option. I don’t really want to leave the arcade.”

  “We go along with it. I don’t mean to say you’re girly or anything, but with your outfit and your hair being a little mussed, you can probably get away with it; they’ve already made up their minds that you’re a girl.”

  “What about my name?”

  “It’s neuter gender. Up until a couple of years ago, it was used more often for girls than boys. So no trouble there.”

  Neither of them was willing to quit the arcade so they watched, committing, by not taking action, to the second option. It turns out that Derek was the better of the two, so Tabitha stepped up to the controls and Kirk stood next to Jamie.

  “You girls are really good at these games. You don’t often see girls that good.”

  “That’s what they tell us,” Jamie said softly, barely loud enough to be heard over the clamor of the games near them.

  “How’d you get so good? I mean you guys were killing us Minecraft Dungeons and here, you’re second best between the two of you and so far, it look like you’re still better than Derek.”

  Jamie went into Tabitha’s explanation of thinking like a game as best he could remember it. It all seemed to go over Kirk’s head. But he smiled and nodded as if he thought that would negate the blank look on his face.

  Tabitha easily defeated Derek and Kirk didn’t wait to see if Jamie wanted to do the consolation round, but stepped up and put money in the machine. Jamie was committed whether he wanted to be or not. As would be expected, he beat Kirk.

  “OK,” Kirk said, “I think I’ve had enough humiliation. How about if we buy you girls a coke.”

  Again Jamie deferred to Tabitha’s judgment and followed as the guys led the way to the food court where the guys ponied up for the soft drinks. The guys led the conversation and as guys are wont to do, trying to impress them with tales of their prowess as athletes having shown themselves less than sterling at arcade games.

  Jamie was relieved to find out that Kirk was from out of town and that Derek went to a private school and he wouldn’t run into him when school started up. Tabitha looked at the clock in the center of the food court. It was nearly four o’clock.

  “You know Jamie, we’d better get going. You know my mom is expecting us to help get dinner going.” Turning to the guys, she said, “Thanks for drinks guys. We've got to get going.”

  When they had cleared the mall Jamie breathed a sigh of relief.

  “That was weird,” he said. “I’ve never felt so uncomfortable around someone in my whole life.”

  “Well, you never showed it. Those two will go back to their friends with stories about the two gamer girls.”

  “But I’m not a girl. This was way too much like we were their dates. I’m not gay.”

  “I know and I never thought you were. You’ve just got a feminine side that just has to show through, I like it. I feel more comfortable around you than I ever have around any guy. Considering that they thought you were a girl, don’t you think it was better that you went along with it? The third option was to tell them you were a guy.”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  Samantha decided that the only way she’d see Julie any time besides Sunday after church was to hunt her down. To that end, she found herself at the mall entering the store where Julie worked. She was sure Julie hadn’t taken lunch yet because it was just going on eleven. She strolled back to Julie’s department.

  “Hi stranger,” Samantha said, surprising Julie, who was busy rearranging a display.

  “Oh, hi Samantha. What are you doing here? Looking to give me a little commission?”

  “Actually, I was hoping you hadn’t taken lunch yet, so I could join you. Between your job and dating Aaron, I haven’t had much of your time. Especially since you can date him openly now.” She put on a fake pout. “I’m beginning to think you only had time for me when you needed me to cover for you.”

  “Samantha!” Julie exclaimed, under her breath. “You know that’s not true. We were friends long before I ever met Aaron.”

  “I know, I know. But the truth is that when you were sneaking around I got to see you before and after your dates. I was feeling left out before because we couldn’t let anybody know about Aaron, so the meant no double dating. Pre-Aaron, we used to do that a lot.”

  “We can start up again, now that Mom knows about Aaron.”

  “The trick is to find a guy who won’t be a total juvenile so Aaron doesn’t feel like he’s babysitting. Anyway, unless you feel like I’m intruding on your Aaron time; when do you get lunch?”

  “In about a half an hour. And no, I can enjoy time with Aaron and visit with you too.”

  “So you’re meeting Aaron for lunch?”

  “That’s the plan. It doesn’t always work out, but he tries to take lunch the same time I do.”

  “I don’t want to get you in trouble, so I’ll go hang out in the music store, next door. Find me when you head out or lunch.”

  “OK, it won’t be long.”

  Melissa and Carla were hanging out in the basement watching some boring summer romance movie.

  “What’s up with your sister? She’s never around. Is she hanging out with Josh a lot now?”

  “Oh, she’s around Carla. She spends all her time in her room. The only time I ever see her is dinner time, when Mom and Dad expect us to all sit down for a meal together. I can go to her room to bug her but she nearly gets violent when I do. It’s scary.”

  “I thought that after that email, she’d surely finally dump sissy-hose boy and take advantage of Josh’s obvious attention.”

  “Yeah, I did her a favor queering the relationship with that loser and opening the door to a wider relationship with Josh. You know that Mom never did like sissy-hose, but she thinks Josh is great. He comes from a good family and all that. But Megan claims that if she never sees Josh again, it’ll still be too soon. And sits up in her room bemoaning the loss of sissy-hose.”

  “I gotta wonder what Josh did to tick her off so bad.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe he turned out to not be any good at it when she got sand in her hair.”

  “Eewe, do you think she really did it with him?”

  “If what I hear is right, Josh does it with all the girls he dates. Why should Megan be any different. What I don’t understand is how he couldn’t leave her begging for more. By all reports all the other girls do.”

  “Are you sure your father will be OK with me? I could have worn my jean shorts like I did when I met your mother.”

  “Don’t worry. When mom was reworking the harassment policy for her company she would bring home drafts and he would go over it with her. His company had included that wording for a couple of years and he knows how it works. They’ve had a couple of people transition where he works. He says if you get it right, it’s no big deal. Who they were before doesn’t change, only the way they look and even then not always. He’ll be fine.”

  Jamie wasn’t sure what ‘transition’ was. But it seemed that Tabitha thought he should, so he kept mum and let her think what she wanted.

  They turned the corner at the end of her block and to spite her reassurances, his stomach still knotted up. It was exacerbated by the fact that he needed his hair put back in shape because he got it messed up while playing games in the arcade. So while they were waiting for the bus, Tabitha had brushed it for him. As he got off the bus he got a look at it in the passenger mirror that the driver used to keep track of what was going on in the bus. It really looked like girl’s hairdo.

  Inside, her mother greeted them.

  “Hi kids. Did you have a good time?”

  “Oh yeah, Mom. They’ve got some really great multi-player games.”

  “Did you have any trouble?”

  “You mean with guys there having trouble with a girl who can kick their tail at any given game? No, not really. It was better because there was two of us. There was a couple of guys that challenged us on a four-player game and then again where we had to take turns on a two-player game. When we bested them they insisted on buying us a coke. But we made excuses and left them sitting in the food court.”

  Jamie pondered the meaning of “there was two of us.” It almost sounded as if Tabitha was referring to him as a girl. He reflected on how he should feel about someone referring to him as a girl. If I’m offended, does that make me sexist; like there was something wrong with being a girl? he thought.

  “Trevor,” Tabitha’s mother called out. “Tabitha and Jamie are back from the arcade.”

  A very conservative looking man entered from the back of the house. He smiled and gave Jamie the once over as he approached them.

  “Hello, Jamie, I’m Tabitha’s dad. We’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He put out his hand for Jamie. Jamie took it and was relieved when he didn’t do the strong-man thing that so many people do.

  “Good to meet you too sir.”

  “Do you need any help with dinner?” Tabitha asked.

  “The roast is in the oven and due out in about five minutes. The potatoes are in the crock pot and the vegetable is ready to go in the microwave. But if you really want to help, you could set the table.”

  “Alright,” Tabitha allowed.

  “That’s usually my job at home,” Jamie said. “I could help her if you like.”

  “You’re the guest son,” Tabitha’s dad said.

  “I don’t mind. Last week, my sister’s boyfriend was supposed to be the invited guest, but he ended up barbecuing the chicken. Compared to that setting the table is nothing.”

  “Well, son if you really want to go ahead.”

  “You know you really didn’t have to help me. They were serious about you being the guest,” Tabitha told Jamie as they collected the dishes and cutlery for dinner.”

  “I know, but I’m a little nervous. I need to get my pulse rate down. Besides, I’m taking page out of Aaron’s book. He was over the top helping with dinner last week and it won him the right to date Julie. I’m hoping to score similar points with your family.”

  Tabitha decided that the best way to help Jamie calm down was to get his mind off her parents with a little light teasing. What’s more, if she worded it right, it might plant the seed to get Jamie thinking along the same lines as she was, relationship wise.

  She smiled and said, “Jamie, are you asking if it’s alright to date me?”

  “Well, … ah… I … ah…”

  Tabitha took pity on him, put the stack of dishes on the table and touched his arm gently.

  “It’s alright, Jamie, I was just teasing. Although, … if you ever get around to wanting to, no need to ask permission. I wouldn’t mind.” She winked at him and went back to distributing the plates around the table.

  “Oh, well, thanks,” Jamie said weakly as he followed behind placing silverware and a folded napkin at each place. “I guess I wouldn’t mind either.”

  Score, thought Tabitha as she quickly arranged the glasses.

  Tabitha’s mother practiced the age-old art that mothers everywhere use to gather information. She eavesdrop on the conversation from just inside the kitchen door.

  She stepped into the dining room with the roast on a platter.

  “I see you two finished just in time the roast is ready. Dear, will you come and carve the roast while I bring the sides in?” she called to her husband.

  Tabitha’s father sat at the head of the table with Jamie to his right. Tabitha’s mother across from Jamie and Tabitha to Jamie’s right.

  “Young man, do you prefer well done or more toward the rare side,” Tabitha’s father wanted to know as he slice generous slabs of roast.

  “It doesn’t matter to me,” Jamie told him. “I just like roast beef.”

  “Well then, let me give you a center cut. I think you’ll find it has a much nicer taste compared to the end cut.”

  With that he speared a slice about two inches from the end and placed it on Jamie’s plate.

  “Tabitha, you want the same as your young man, I presume.”

  “Yes please,” she said holding out her plate.

  He serve her the next one in line.

  “Well, dear,” he said to his wife, “Looks like you’re alone eating the medium rare,” and dished her piece; finally dishing himself a center cut.

  After a quick prayer of thanksgiving, the sides were dished and they began eating.

  “I hope we didn’t make you feel uncomfortable saying grace,” Tabitha’s mother said.

  “Oh no ma’am. We say grace at home too.”

  “What church do you go to? We’ve only recently moved here and haven’t settled in to a church home.”

  “Central Christian.”

  “Is it a good church for families?”

  “I like it the pastor doesn’t get all wrapped up in church talk and makes it easy to follow what he’s preaching about. Lots of families go there.”

  She looked at her husband.

  “Maybe we should try that one. I know where we went last week seemed to have mostly older couples in the congregation.”

  “It would have the advantage of us knowing Jamie here and you’ve met his mother.”

  “Yes I did. I really got on well with her.”

  “Do you like working every day?” Grandma wanted to know Monday while they waited for Jamie’s mother to pick him up at the end of the day..

  “Yeah. I’ve kind of read everything I have and you don’t have a computer, so it keeps me from being bored.”

  “What about the girl, Kelli? Is she still giving you a hard time?”

  “Not like it was before. It was slow Wednesday morning and she came to the back room with some story about how her social worker cousin had told her that cross-dressers weren’t any more likely to be gay than anyone else. In the end, she apologized for calling me boyette. Did you know there was a movie with that name? It’s about a gay guy. Anyway, in the end she said she was sorry for thinking I was gay. Since then she’s pretty much treated me the same as she treats Tabitha.”

  “That’s good. I ran into Lucille at the department store Sunday evening. We talked a bit and she was all praises about your work ethic. She said the only time that she’s had any concern was when you were picking up the spill and using your shirt to contain what you’d picked up and displayed the top of your pantyhose. She asked me if you were wearing camisoles now. When I told her I didn’t think so, she said you should.

  “To placate her, I told her I’d buy you some there and then. She went with me and we found some nice ones on sale. So I bought six sets.”

  “Sets?” Jamie asked.

  “Yes, the sale price was on cami/panty sets.”

  Grandma retrieved a carrier bag.

  “I don’t know if you wear anything under the pantyhose, but girls often do. Especially if they are wearing nude to the waist. I suspect you don’t, since your underwear has always been boxers and they would bunch up under the pantyhose. But, anyway, you have the panties if you want to give them a try.”

  “What have you got in the bag,” Jamie’s mom wanted to know when she picked him up at Grandma’s.

  “I guess that Lucille convinced Grandma that I need to wear camisoles under my tops. So she bought me some.” He didn’t want to tell her about the panties.

  “That was nice of her.”

  “I’m not sure about wearing camisoles. That’s like wearing girls’ underwear.”

  “Think of it as an undershirt. You know when I was a girl, my grandfather always wore a plain white tee-shirt as an undershirt. You don’t have any plain tee-shirts let alone white ones. So if Lucille wants you to wear something under your tops, it was nice of Grandma to buy them for you.”

  “Do you really think that I should wear them?”

  “Well, it’s not really what I think that matters; it’s what your boss thinks. But you know some of your tops are a bit sheer if I wore something like that, I’d wear a cami under it, just to keep the outline of my bra from showing through.”

  “But I don’t wear a bra.”

  “That’s true, but you do have nipples and in the right light, the top you have on today allows me to see them. Look, just try them. If you truly don’t like them I’ll buy some wifebeaters.”

  “What are wifebeaters?”

  “The kind of undershirt that looks like a tank top, only it’s made of soft cotton knit fabric.”

  “Why do they call them ‘wifebeaters’?”

  “Some guy in the middle of the last century beat his wife to death and his picture was in the paper wearing one of those undershirts and the caption said, ‘wifebeater’ and by the end of the century everyone was calling them that.”

  “Hi Aaron. I hope you don’t mind. I brought Samantha along.”

  “Not at all,” Aaron said standing. “Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. How are you Samantha? I haven’t seen you since we rescued Megan.”

  “I’m fine thanks,” said Samantha sitting at one of the chairs around the table. “If it weren’t for Sundays Julie could say the same as you.” She gave Julie a pointed look.

  “She’s been my BFF forever and she’s a bit miffed that you’ve monopolized my time lately,” Julie informed him.

  “I’m sorry, Samantha, it’s just that I enjoy her company so much. Maybe we should sit down and work out a schedule so that you get your fair share of her time. After all, you’re a long-time best friend and I’m an upstart new boyfriend. I’m sure that gives you some negotiating rights,” he said with a wink.

  “I see why you like him, Julie. He smart, reasonable and willing to share.” Then turning to Aaron, she continued. “You don’t have a younger brother who’s still in high school, do you?”

  “Afraid not. But I do have a younger cousin, who’ll be a freshman at City U this year. That’s almost still in high school.”

  “Is he single and unattached?”

  Aaron laughed. “You looking for a boyfriend? I can’t imagine a girl with your looks needs someone to set her up on a blind date.”

  “She pointed out to me today that we used to double date a lot, so having a relationship with someone didn’t cut into our time together as best friends. But with you being a secret, that time got pared down to the time I spent at her house waiting for you and now that we’ve cut a deal with Mom, she doesn’t even get that.”

  “I don’t mind double dating,” Aaron told them.

  “The rub comes when you consider the maturity level of the guys she has to choose from compared with you,” Julie explained.

  “Yeah, if we doubled with the current crop of guys I know, you might feel like you were required to bring the little kids along on your date,” Samantha agree.

  “Ah, so if I pick the guy, it’s on me. OK, so what are my limitations on picking a date for you?”

  “First and foremost, it has to be someone you don’t mind having around. Second, he can’t be as old as you are. There’s no way I could sell my mother on me dating someone your age. I don’t know how Julie managed it. From my point of view, letting her know you were dating should have been a crash and burn scenario. After that, points given for good looks, intelligence and maturity.”

  “All of those things fit my cousin and I happen to know he’s between relationships. Want me to see if I can set something up?”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  When they got home, Jamie went to his room with the bag Grandma had given him.

  “Might just as well see what Grandma thinks are ‘nice’ camisoles,” he mumbled under his breath.

  They were all soft pastel colors and were simple design. The neck and arms openings had a trim of lace, so small, it was easy to overlook and there was a small satin bow that helped define the front. What he didn’t understand was the two seams on the front that started in the arm holes and ran toward the center of the front about three or four inches then turned and went down to the hem. He though ti was an odd seam placement. Why not straight down the side, like other shirts? Each cami had a matching pair of panties. He picked up the first cami and felt of it. I was even softer than his mom’s slip. It really felt nice; the panties were of the same material and kind of stretchy. What would it be like to wear them? he thought. Maybe I’ll try it tomorrow. I don’t feel like changing my hose right now.

  He decided to put on the cami when he changed out of his work clothes. He almost reached for his jeans shorts, but remember his conversation with Grandma about getting used to those skorts she’d bought him, so he went with the blue one. For a top, after donning a blue cami, he paired it with lighter blue top; one with a Peter Pan color that he always thought was a little to girlie, but no one else did.

  He stopped by the bathroom to get a good look the resulting look. The top was just sheer enough that with the harsh light over the mirror, he could just make out the cami. Oh man, he thought, all I need now is to brush my hair the way Tabitha had after our time at the arcade and anybody would for sure peg me as a girl.

  Against his better judgement, he picked up the hair brush and tried to duplicate her efforts. He wasn’t sure it was the same, but it was close enough to confirm his opinion.

  “Well, I’m not going to put on lipstick, or any other make up… that’d be over the top,” he said out loud. He had run out of that lip gloss that the Avon lady had given him. No one seemed to notice he’d stopped wearing it.

  After much dithering about the idea, he decided to let his mother see what it looked like.

  “Mom, I met Julie’s new boyfriend today,” Samatha said.

  “The one that’s been taking up all her free time?”

  “Yeah. He’s really nice. He works in a shoe store. Julie met him when they ended up having to share a table when the food court was really busy at their lunch time. Anyway, he’s got a cousin that’s two years younger than he is and wants to get him a date for tomorrow. Julie thought of me.”

  “I don’t know. I saw Julie coming out of the cinema with a guy. He looked older than Julie.”

  “Yeah that must have been him. Last Saturday, right?”

  “Yes it was. Does her mother know this boyfriend is older?”

  “Oh yeah. After the movie, they went to Julie’s so that her mom could get to know the guy. Her mom thought enough of him to let him take Jamie and his friend to her house and go out for ice cream on the way.”

  “Just how old is this guy?”

  “Aaron?”

  “No, his younger cousin. Because Aaron looks like a college student.”

  “He, Aaron, is. That’s why Julie took him to her house for dinner. That was the condition of her going out with him. His cousin is just two years older than Julie and I are. Before you say yes or no, why don’t you call Julie’s mom and see what she says about Aaron. If she vouches for him, couldn’t you OK one double date? If I like him and he wants another date, I’ll bring him around for you to meet before we go out a second time.”

  “Megan, what ever happened with you and Josh Martins? You haven’t seen him since he took you to that beach party,” her mother wanted to know.

  “I’m not likely to either.”

  “Why won’t you see him? Did you do something that made him angry with you? If you did, you should call him and apologize.”

  “It’s more that I didn’t do something.”

  “Whatever do you mean; didn’t do something.”

  “Mother please! I’d rather not talk about it.”

  “Oh Megan, I’m hurt. I’m your mother. Daughters are supposed to talk about boy troubles with their mothers. I was young once too, you know. You can tell me what you did.”

  “I said ‘no’, OK, I said ‘no’!”

  Jamie got out of the shower, toweled off and put on his robe. Taking the blow dryer he began to dry his hair. Julie and Mom didn’t blink an eye when I brushed it like Tabitha did, he thought. Do they really think that was a good way for me to wear my hair? It had looked really girlie to him.

  In his room, he started to pull on his pantyhose for the night, a pair of sheer to the waist suntan Leggs sheer energy, but paused. He thought about what Grandma had said; how girls wear panties under their hose, especially when wearing sheer to the waist hose.

  What would it be like? he wondered for the second time. The cami had really felt really nice. Easily as nice as the first time he wore pantyhose. Without making up his mind to do so, he walked to his dresser and opened the drawer that he’d stored the camisoles and panties in. He took out a pair of the panties and caressed the material with his fingertips. He then lift them to his cheek and rubbed them softly against the smooth skin there.

  He thought about the peach top he would be wearing on Tuesday and placed the panties he was holding back in the drawer and got out the pinkish/orange pair and slipped them on, keeping the small silk bow to the front like on the cami.

  “Hi, sorry to bother you so late, but Samantha is on me to approve something my better judgement says I shouldn’t,” Samantha’s mother told Julie’s mother over the phone. “She’s nominated you the expert on the situation.”

  “Expert? Pray tell what am I an expert on?”

  “Samantha tells me that Julie has a new boyfriend and that he’s a college student. She says you’ve checked him out and given your stamp of approval on the relationship. Is she right?”

  “In a manner of speaking. Aaron, much to my dismay, isn’t exactly a new boyfriend. She’s known him for about two years and they’ve been having lunch dates most days when they are at work. They both have jobs at different stores at the mall. I’m not sure how long or how often, but they’ve met several times for movie matinee’s and managed an evening date or two all when she was supposed to be out with friends. However, I didn’t know about him until a couple of weeks ago.”

  “Sounds like something I’d have grounded Samantha for. How is it that you’ve given your approval?”

  “As I said, I found out a couple of weeks ago. There was a beach party down at the lake, a couple of them. One Aaron and his friends organized and one some younger folks had put together. Julie was there with Aaron. They were going to watch the sunset and come home. That plan kind got derailed when they heard one of the younger girls protesting to her boyfriend that she had said no. She said it more than once in a loud voice. Long story short Aaron and Julie stopped a date rape and took the girl home.

  “So based on that good deed, I felt I needed to know more about this good Samaritan when Julie decided to let me know what happened. To forestall any temptation for her to lie, I offered amnesty if she would confess all. She spilled her guts on the matter.

  “After thinking about it, I realized just how close Julie is to being an adult. It occurred to me that Julie was old enough and could, in the right circumstances, sue for emancipation and have it granted. Not that she has any cause. So on condition that I get to know this guy I would allow the relationship, but that they would be on strict probation until Julie is eighteen. One late curfew, one being somewhere they shouldn't be, doing something they shouldn’t and that my approval would go away.

  “I assume that you have some reason you wanted the details of my approval of Aaron.”

  “Yes. It seems Samantha’s jealous of Julie and wants to date Aaron’s cousin. She seems to think that if you approved Aaron, I should approve Aaron’s cousin because if Aaron is OK, his cousin should be too.”

  “I see, as if being an upstanding individual runs in families.”

  “That’s the way I see her logic. And I can see yours as well. Sixteen is an awkward time for girls. They’ve started to mature into adults and the boys they know are nearly always still very much juvenile. So older men seem attractive. I remember having a crush on one of my cousin’s friends, three years my senior. In all fairness, Aaron’s cousin is only two years older.”

  “I know that Samantha has complained to Julie that since she’s started dating Aaron, their girl time together has suffered. I know that in the past they’ve double dated so having boyfriends didn’t interfere with them needing to hang out.”

  “That’s what Samantha is asking me to approve; a double date to get to know him, after which, if she likes him she’ll bring him to dinner so I can see for myself that he’s, as you say, an upstanding individual.”

  “Sounds like our daughters are conspiring to make this happen. Perhaps we should conspire to keep a cap on things. How about that we require all dates to be double dates and that we do some family things together, like we used to when the girls were young. Only in this version they bring boyfriends.”

  “You mean like the picnics and amusement park outing we had?”

  “Exactly. That would let us see these young men with their guard down.”

  Tuesday Tabitha greeted Jamie with enthusiasm.

  “Hi Jamie, you’re looking particularly nice today.”

  “Thanks, I’m trying to look my best. The extra money I get for working all week is great. I’m going out of my way to keep Lucille happy with me.”

  “It’s a good idea to keep the boss happy. So how are you going out of your way to do that?”

  “You remember that time I spilled the beads and used my shirt to hold them when I picked them up?”

  “Yes, that was a mess.”

  Jamie looked around to make sure that Kelli wasn’t in earshot.

  “Lucille said then that I should be wearing a camisole so I wouldn’t expose the top of my pantyhose. She ran into my grandmother at the mall last weekend and brought it up again.” He looked around again. “So my grandmother bought me some, so I’m wearing one today. Mom thinks that my tops are thin enough that I need something under them.”

  Tabitha stood back and looked him over.

  “Yes, now that you tell me, I can see it. Is it the same color as your top?”

  “As close as I could get.”

  “Somehow, it makes the color of your top richer, more luxurious. It makes your top flow more naturally when you move than when you’re not wearing one. How do you like it?”

  “It kind of surprised me. It feels really nice.”

  Later when they were enjoying lunch in the tiny lunchroom Tabitha carried the conversation on.

  “I can’t get over how much a camisole improves the look of your top. I’m going to have to rethink my feelings about camis. I’ve always thought of then as an extra layer to wear when it was cold, kinda like a man’s undershirt.”

  “When my grandmother gave them to me I wasn’t sure about wearing them. They’re kind girls’ underwear. Mom pointed out they had a practical purposes. Plus it’s kind of silly of me to worry about wearing girl’s underwear when I’m already wearing pantyhose skorts and girl’s tops; not to mention shoes.”

  “I have some camis. Maybe I’ll start wearing them when I wear a skirt and top. You know when I bought mine, they were sold as sets with matching underpants.”

  Jamie felt the blood rush to his face.

  “Did your come with matching panties?” Tabitha wanted to know.

  Jamie studied the table and nodded.

  “I shouldn’t have said anything about the panties. I embarrassed you.”

  Jamie looked out the lunchroom door and asked, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

  “Sure.”

  “It’s the kind of question that girls wouldn’t normally answer to a boy and a boy shouldn’t ask a girl.”

  “Jamie,” she said, and put her hand on his arm. “You’re not like any other boy I’ve ever known. I feel close to you and I don’t mind sharing personal information. What did you want to ask?”

  Jamie took a breath and held it a few moments.

  “Do you, … do girls wear panties under their pantyhose?”

  Tabitha smiled. "I can see why you were reluctant to ask. I can’t speak for all girls, but I do and my mother does.” She paused and glanced toward the door. Encouraged by him having asked a personal question and decided to ask one of her own. “Do you wear underwear under your hose?”

  “Well I wasn’t. My regular underwear are boxers and they’d bunch up if I did.” He paused and chewed his lip a bit. “The camis Grandma gave me came with panties and she told me that most girls wear them under their hose.”

  “You said, ‘wasn’t’; does that mean you are now?” Tabitha whispered.

  Jamie nodded, “I decided to try it.”

  “I can’t imagine not wearing them, even with pantyhose. Which do you think is better; with or without?”

  “With,” Jamie answered quicker than he wanted to.

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  “I got a call from Samantha’s mother last night at bedtime,” Julie’s mother said to her when she came into the family room after changing out of her work clothes.

  “Samantha’s mother called you? What’d she want?”

  “She wanted to know how I could approve of you dating a college boy.”

  Julie looked at her with her mind whirling. When it settled, a penny dropped.

  “Let me guess. Samantha wants to have permission to date Aaron’s cousin.”

  “Got it in one. Samantha seemed to think that if I gave her mother a glowing report about Aaron, that would mean that his cousin would be like him. What do you know about this?”

  “Well, Samantha complained that we didn’t see much of each other anymore. The idea of double dating came up and one thing led to another and Aaron said if Samantha wanted, he’d see if he could set something up with his cousin.”

  “What do you know about his cousin?”

  “Not much. He’ll be a freshman at City University this September.”

  “So that means he’s two years older than Samantha.”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  “You’ll be glad to know that her mother and I have come up with a plan that would work out. We think that the double date Samantha suggested to start with would be great. As a matter-of-fact she’s allowed to date this cousin so long as it’s a double date with you and Aaron. As I remember most of your dates were double dates with her anyway. I’d be more comfortable with that arrangement as well going forward.”

  “Am I to understand that will be a condition of my dating Aaron as well?”

  “You understand correctly. An exception might be that you include Jamie and Tabitha like last Saturday. But I can’t imagine that idea would be attractive to you.”

  “Not as a regular thing, but it was kind of fun to watch them interact. What about lunches. Are suggesting that I need to double for that as well? That would be nearly impossible to work out. I don’t know where Aaron’s cousin works and it’d put a lot of pressure on Samantha to meet me for lunch every day.”

  “Lunches can be an exception as well. It’s not like you have an opportunity to do more than a quick kiss there.”

  “Mother! I don’t do PDAs.”

  “Good. Any other exceptions need to be negotiated on an individual basis.”

  “I hope Samantha likes Aaron’s cousin.”

  Jamie came down the stairs. Julie did a double take. He was wearing his Floral Ruffle Hem Skort. His top was a lavender, button up, long-sleeve blouse that looked almost like a man’s shirt, except that the collar and cuffs weren’t quite right. The top was just translucent enough that as he walked past the window and the late day sunlight hit him she could see that he had a matching camisole underneath. His hair was longer than she remembered and was mussed in an artful way that looked natural, but like nothing he’d ever worn it before. Julie was struck by how much he looked like a girl. What’s more he looked comfortable and at ease. Dressed like that, he could pass as a girl anywhere, anytime, she thought.

  His mother noticed as well and had similar thoughts. She decided on the spot to have a talk with Jamie about the clothes and his thoughts about them.

  “Julie, I thought we could have some girl time tonight. How about I make some popcorn and we all take in a movie?”

  “I’m up for it.”

  “Would you go into the family room and find a good one for us? I’ve recorded a number of them, so look in recorded menu first.”

  “On it.”

  Julie headed for the family room.

  “Hey, mom,” he said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you for a favor, but I forgot it until just now,” he said.

  “Before you do, can we have a talk? You’re not in trouble, but I need to touch base with you about something.”

  “OK.”

  Jamie was a bit apprehensive. Even if he wasn’t in trouble per se, a talk alone with mom was always serious.

  “Have a seat,” she motioned toward a stool at the kitchen island. “I like your outfit. I see you’re wearing a cami under the blouse.” She’d decided not to use euphemisms but call things by their proper name and the top he was wearing definitely a blouse. “You’ve done an excellent job in coordinating the two pieces.”

  That took Jamie off guard. A serious talk had never begun with a compliment before.

  “Thank you. They just look good together. I like the combination too.”

  “That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. You liking it. I’ve been kind of pushing you a bit since I caught you in my pantyhose. Have you noticed?”

  “I don’t know. I know that you made it plain in the beginning, that the punishment was for getting into your things and that there would be no exceptions. So I’ve tried my best to do it right. So I'm not sure what you mean by you ‘pushing’ me.”

  “I’m sure that with all that’s happened between now and then, you are aware people read lots of things into your wearing pantyhose. I have to admit that it raised a lot of questions in my mind. As a result, I’ve tried different things in an effort to answer those questions.

  “Pantyhose is a pretty feminine piece of clothing. The only thing more feminine would be a bra. You deciding that the punishment should be to continue to wear them 24/7 instead of the more traditional grounding kind of caught me off guard. Have you heard the expression ‘feminine side’ regarding men having one?” Jamie nodded. “You making the choice you did tells me that you have a feminine side. The question I had was just how much of a feminine side do you have. I question that because you admitted to trying on my slips.

  “I needed to explore the depth of your feminine side. You seemed reluctant to talk about it and I understand why. I’d be willing to bet you don’t have any idea how deep it runs and haven’t, until I started to push just a little, allowed yourself to explore it, have you.”

  “No, Mom. I kind of thought it was something I shouldn’t be doing, but I found myself wanting to bad enough to jump on the chance to do it at every opportunity.”

  “That’s what I thought. I’m sure you’ve noticed that when I bought you clothes for work, that they were form the woman’s department, and that I’ve encouraged you to wear them. That’s the pushing I was talking about. You seemed reluctant at first, but then said it was because the clothes were something only an older person would wear. We went out and bought some that were more for younger tastes. Then Grandma bought those two skorts but you complained that they really looked like a skirt and that while they were comfortable to wear, the look made you uncomfortable. So I took you out and allowed you to pick some out yourself. I was surprised when one of the ones you wanted was, as you put it, a skirt with shorts underneath. The one you have on right now.”

  “What I want to know is after all this time, about two months, how do you feel about wearing an outfit like you’re wearing right now. I can see you’ve got a cami on under the blouse and your grandmother told me that the camisoles she bought you were cami/panty sets. Are you now wearing panties as well as the cami?”

  Jamie looked down.

  “Grandma said that most girls wear underwear under their pantyhose, especially when wearing sheer to the waist. I’d tried it the next day because I was wearing sheer to the waist, nude hose.”

  “What did you think about wearing panties under your hose?”

  “It’s really more comfortable.”

  “So that means you like it and have continued to wear panties then?”

  Jamie nodded. He felt a little uncomfortable admitting it, but he knew the panties would have to turn up in the wash, so he couldn’t get away with lying about it.

  “But I shouldn’t should I?”

  “It’s no different than wearing pantyhose. But what about the outfit you have on? You chose to wear it, so I presume that means you like it. Am I right?” He nodded again.

  His mother paused and reorganized her thoughts.

  “Does that mean you’d like to explore your feminine side? I’ll help you if you do. I think we’d better know just how deep it runs before school starts.”

  “I… I think I should. I’m really confused right now.”

  “Can you tell me about your confusion?”

  “Well, like you said, I like this outfit. I even think I like the skorts that Grandma bought. My real concern is that if other people see me wearing them they might think I’m gay and I’m not. I mean I know that these days, it’s alright to be gay, but if that’s what they think, then I might get some gay guy hitting on me. When Tabitha and I were at the arcade, a couple of guys wanted to challenge us when we tried a four-player game and they thought we were both girls. Tabitha thought it was a good idea not to correct them. As a result they insisted on buying us a coke at the food court. It was way too much like a date and I didn’t like it. Tabitha got us out of there when we were through with our drinks by saying we were supposed to help with dinner.”

  “I could imagine. I was pretty sure you weren’t gay, but that proves it. If you were, it would have been a kind of thrill to be on a date with a guy. Tabitha was right by the way. I think it was better not to correct them. Some transgender girls have gotten themselves beat up when the straight guys they were interacting with found out.

  “OK, this conversation has gotten pretty heavy. We’ll work on how to explore your feminine side. Let’s move on. What kind of favor did you need?”

  “I was talking with Tabitha today and she really likes the skorts that I’ve been wearing to work. I’ve decided that I like them a lot more that the shorts that I got before. I’ve got some money saved up and I’d like some more and Tabitha would like to get some of her own as well. Is there any chance you could take us shopping this coming Saturday?”

  De-Javu, his mom thought. Shopping with a girlfriend. Only this time he’s not admitting she’s a girlfriend. Though, I’m sure that Tabitha would gladly claim that status.

  “I suppose so, what time did you have in mind?”

  “I’m not sure. You know I like to sleep in on Saturday and I’m pretty sure that Tabitha would like too as well,”

  “Maybe you should call her.”

  The phone was ringing as Tabitha’s mother walked in to the kitchen,

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, this Jamie. Is Tabitha there?”

  “Hello, Jamie. I just got in, but I’m sure she’s up in her room zapping some zombies or whatever is the bad guy in her video game. If you’ll hang on, I’ll go see if I can get her to pause the game and take your call.”

  She’s never had a boyfriend call her before, Tabitha’s mom thought as she mounted the stairs. As expected, Tabitha was on her computer with headphones on. A bomb could have gone off and she’d have never noticed, let alone hear the phone. She walked over and waved her hand in front of her face. Tabitha zapped whatever was on the screen and paused the game.

  She looked at her mother who made a fist with thumb and little finger sticking out and held it up to the side of her head.

  “Phone,” she said, not sure if Tabitha could hear her. Tabitha removed the headphones.

  “Who is it?”

  “Your boyfriend.”

  A moment of confusion crossed Tabitha’s face, followed by a smile.

  “You mean Jamie?”

  “Yes Jamie. How many boyfriends do you have?”

  She put the headphones and controller on the desk and stood.

  “None Mom. Jamie’s not really my boyfriend, Mom, we just work together.”

  “Work together, go to visit a friend to play computer games, eat dinner at his house, double date with his sister for ice cream, meet at the mall for video games, bring him home for dinner and now he’s calling you. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s probably a duck.”

  Tabitha rolled her eyes and headed for the kitchen, where she always took her phone calls. Her mother followed her down, smiling a self-satisfied smile.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi Tabitha. It’s Jamie.”

  “Hi Jamie, what’s up?”

  “You kind of acted like you might want to get some skorts of your own. I really need some more that I can wear to work and my mom’s agreed to take me shopping Saturday and I thought you might want to come along. You could help me convince my mom that what I pick out is something kids our age would wear.”

  “I’d love to. What time?”

  “Sometime in the afternoon. Say about one o’clock?”

  “Oh, that would be good, but why wait so late? Why not ten?”

  “I thought you might want to sleep in.”

  “I can’t sleep past eight. I have a set bedtime, even in the summer.”

  “OK, if you want, we could pick you up at ten.”

  “Great, let me clear it with my mom.”

  Tabitha turned to go find her mom and saw she was standing by the kitchen island with a cup of coffee.”

  “Mom, Jamie wants me to go shopping with him about ten on Saturday. I don’t know how long we’ll be gone. Is it OK?”

  “I think so, so long as your home by dinnertime.”

  Back on the phone, she said, “Mom says that’s fine, so long as I’m home by dinner time. I kinda thought she’d want me home by dinnertime. That’s why I suggested ten. If we waited ’til one, we’d feel rushed.”

  “Great. I didn’t think of that. Ten it is.”

  “Do you think Mike will mind? We kinda said we’d go over there on Saturday.”

  “Oh, man. I forgot all about that. Maybe we should go earlier and the over to Mike’s in the afternoon.”

  “The stores don’t all open until nine. So that’s the earliest we could go. Can you make it then?”

  “Yeah, I think so, if you can go to Mike’s after.”

  “Let me ask my mom.”

  “Mom, we just remembered that we kind of made a date to play games at Mike’s house on Saturday. Would it be OK if we went shopping at nine and then to Mike’s afternoon?”

  “Can you still make it home for dinner?”

  “Ah, you remember that you were going to give me a ride to go over to Jamie’s so we could go to Mike’s and then I’d need a ride home. But if we go shopping in the morning and Mike’s in the afternoon, I’d only need a ride home because Jamie’s mom will be taking us shopping.”

  “And here I thought I was going to get out of playing ‘Mom’s Taxi’ Saturday, but I guess not.”

  “So that’ll work?”

  Back on the phone to Jamie she said, “OK, if we make it nine in the morning we can do both.”

  “Good, I’ll tell Mom we need to pick you up by nine.”

  “See you at work tomorrow.”

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This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  Wednesday Julie managed to catch Aaron at lunch.

   “Hi,” she said, as she sat in the chair at his table. “Missed you yesterday.”

  “Yeah, we hit a mid-day rush and I didn’t get lunch until one.”

  “Well, I guess I’ll survive.” Julie put on a fake pout.

  “How about I give you some good news? Do you think that might make it easier?”

  “I’m always up for good news.”

  “I talked to Tyler about doubling with us this Saturday for a matinee. He was a bit reluctant. He accused me of thinking he was desperate because his old girlfriend moved to California to establish residency so she could qualify for in state tuition to UCLA. I had to tell him that I needed him to do it as a favor, to keep my girlfriend happy. After he agreed, I told him about Samantha’s age and how her mother was hesitant to let her date a college student.

  “That was almost a mistake. Twenty minutes later, I convinced him that Samantha was a very mature seventeen and I reminded him that when he was a junior, he dated a freshman. So what it amounts to is, he’s up for one date, but provided that I was accurate in what I told him, he might consider more dates. I bribed him, telling him that the whole date would be on me, if he’d agree to meet Samantha’s mom to help persuade her that Samantha would be in good hands.”

  “I see why you can keep coming back to work in the shoe store. You’re some salesman.”

  Aaron laughed.

  “Well it was quite a sales pitch.”

  “Let’s hope that Samantha lives up to the hype. Our dating arrangement has been modified to say double dates with Samantha or Jamie and Tabitha.”

  Samantha’s mother was surprised to have someone at the door at five thirty on a Friday. She had just gotten home and knew that Samantha wasn’t due for another hour. This time of day was generally time for her to wind down from a stressful week.

  “Hello? Can I help you?” she said to the young man at her door. He looked to be eighteen or nineteen.

  “Hi, my name is Tyler Grossman. My cousin, Aaron dates your daughter’s friend Julie.”

  “You’re Aaron’s cousin?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Aaron asked me to be a date for his girlfriend’s friend, your daughter. It seems that they are very close and Julie’s relationship with Aaron is cutting their time to visit or do whatever it is the girls do with their best friend.”

  “Samantha isn’t here right now.”

  “I was hoping she wouldn’t be. I think it’s important that you see me alone.”

  “Samantha and Julie have been joined at the hip for about six years now. And Samantha is showing signs of Julie withdrawal. But what brings you here?”

  “Aaron told me that Julie’s mother has some reservations about her daughter dating a college student and he thought that you may have some of the same concerns, since I’m going to be a freshman at City U come September.”

  “Yes, I do have similar concerns. So, you’re here to relieve those concerns?”

  “If I can. I’ll be glad to answer any questions you have. I can give you contact information for responsible adults who would vouch for me. I’d be happy to put you in touch with my parents. Anything that will put your mind at ease.”

  Samantha’s mother began laughing.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sure you are serious. But don’t you think that it’s a little unusual for a prospective date to give a girl’s parents opportunity to do a background check? Though I’m sure that many parents would like to do so.”

  “Yes ma’am, it is unusual. But it’s important to Aaron that he spends some time with Julie and he tells me that her mother and you have decided that the only way that can happen only if it’s a double date with me.”

  “I suppose that I might feel a little better about this dating thing if I got to know you a little. Come on in. how much time do you have?”

  “That’s pretty much open-ended. I don’t know what time you expect Samantha, but I suppose that I should be gone before she gets here; it’s supposed to be a blind date.”

  “Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, iced tea or a soda?”

  “No thank you ma’am, I’m fine; no need for you to go to any trouble.”

  “I was just about to get myself a glass of green tea. You’re sure you don’t want any? It won’t be any trouble.”

  “If you’re getting some for yourself, I do like green tea.”

  “OK,” she said as she handed Tyler his tea and sat down, “shall we begin the third degree? Do you really want to date my daughter or is there some underlying reason beyond that?”

  “What Aaron has told me about Samantha is enough to make me want at least one date with her. But in truth, I do owe Aaron a favor. I managed to ace the finals in my science class and the teacher insisted that I must have obtained a copy of his master somehow and simply memorized the correct answers in order. He claimed that he had designed the test to such a level of difficulty that no one in the class could be able to ace it. He was going to flunk me for cheating.

  “Aaron knew that my personal integrity wouldn’t allow me to cheat. So he asked for all my paper work for that class which included every test and quiz that the teacher had given. There was a lot. It took him three days, but he correlated the tests and quizzes against the final and found that through the year, the teacher had included each question in the final in one of the previous tests and the in each instance, I had gotten the correct answer.

  “Aaron first took the results to my counselor. Having convinced him, they went to the teacher and showed him the evidence. The teacher had no recourse but to give me an A and apologize. Without Aaron, I’d have never been able to put that together and I’d have had to take the course over to graduate.”

  “You and Aaron must be close for him to go to that much trouble for you.”

  “We’ve hung out together since middle school. We’re not just cousins, we’re friends too. Though, we don’t see much of each other except for Sunday afternoon after church.”

  “You get together every Sunday?”

  “We go to the same church. Our parents and our grandparents go there as well.”

  “Three generations in the same church. That’s impressive.

  “What are you guys planning to do for the date?”

  “We’ll keep it simple. Lunch at the mall and then take in a matinee.”

  “Assuming the two of you hit it off; are looking for an exclusive relationship or will you date others?”

  “I’ve never been one to play the field. Except maybe when I’m between girlfriends. Then each date is like an interview. When I find a girl that I want to ask for a second date and she accepts, I don’t date anyone else until we decide that the relationship isn’t going anywhere.”

  How many girlfriends have you had?”

  “Four, if you count my middle school girl friend. Our dates were noon time dances the school put on when the weather was bad. I only danced with her.”

  “Four years of high school and three girlfriends.”

  “Yes ma’am. None my freshman year. My sophomore year, my first girlfriend didn’t seem to get the exclusive date idea after a couple of attempts to get her to commit, I just never asked her out again and she never seemed to notice. Later that year I found a girl who did the exclusive thing and we dated all the way through the next summer when her family moved away.

  “It took nearly to Christmas to find another girlfriend. We dated until the end of our senior year. She wanted to go to UCLA and moved to California to live with her grandmother and establish residency there so she could get the in-state tuition.”

  “So you never had a bad breakup.”

  “No ma’am.”

  “OK, now, about those references.”

  Tyler reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a type written list.

  “I was going to say I’ll only need your parents phone number and then only if you’re still living with them.”

  “Oh,” he said, “they’re the first on the list,” and handed her the paper.

  She looked at the list and saw that there was a reverend second on the list.

  “Samantha will be home in about fifteen minutes. If we want to keep our meeting a secret, you’d better be on your way.”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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Authors note:

Mea culpa due to a misnumbering of chapters a posting error has occurred. Thanks to a new member, maerga galva, who called it to my attention I offer this chapter to filling the lack of continuity, answering the questions, “…when [were the] 3 skirts were purchased? when did Tabitha got her skort and when Jamie dismissed it? (which chapter?)” I hope that this hasn’t caused too much confusion

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  “Jamie, up ‘n’ at ‘em.” His mother gently shook his shoulder. He hadn’t responded when she knocked and called through the door.

  Jamie stirred, rubbed his eyes and sat up. He was wearing a long red tee-shirt.

  “I thought you’d be sleeping in one of your babydoll nighties,” his mother said.

  “Oh, I gave that up when Megan broke up with me. It’s not the same anymore.”

  “Still hurts a little bit doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah. How could I have been so wrong about her?”

  “You weren’t alone. We all thought highly of her. That’s the way with people like that. They have the ability to gloss over their shortcomings. Anyway it's time to get up. Are you going to shower this morning?”

  “I think I should.”

  “If you want to explore your feminine side a little, I’ve put my shampoo and body wash in your bathroom along with my body lotion.”

  Jamie thought a little bit.

  “I think I’d like that. What do you do with body lotion?”

  “After you shower, you rub it all over starting at your ankles and go all the way to your neck, including your arms. But you better smell it first. It has a light flowery scent that lingers. Anyone can smell it if you get close.”

  “Tabitha, your boyfriend is here,” Tabitha’s mother called over her shoulder.

  “I’m…” Jamie started to say.

  “You’re a boy and her friend, so you’re her boyfriend,” his mother cut him off and winked at Tabitha’s mother.

  “Do come in. I’m sure that Tabitha will be right down.”

  They were seated in the front room when Tabitha appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing a full, blue skirt that struck her just above the knees, suntan panty hose, black flats and a pastel gold top that was just sheer enough to let you know she was wearing a cami underneath. Jamie’s mother wondered if she had asked Jamie what he was wearing. He had on his Bohemian Wandering Skorts and a light blue top that went well with the red/orange colors in the skort. His top also allowed the observer to know he was wearing cami. Together they would complement each other’s outfit.

  She had left Jamie to pick out his own clothes that morning. She had also noticed that he had used the body lotion and wondered if the feminine scent had affected the thought process when he chose the outfit, especially that he chose the mary-janes for shoes. His hair was in a less than usual style, bordering on the feminine. But no matter, his gender expression was definitely feminine. She was proud of his courage to do it.

  Jamie’s and Tabitha’s eyes met and matching smiles spread across their faces. Jamie stood.

  “Hi, that’s a great looking outfit on you.”

  What a perfect gentleman, her mother thought. He may be transgender, but he has the manors of a southern gentleman.

  “I like your outfit too. That top really goes well with the skorts.”

  The two mothers had both dissimilar and similar thoughts. Jamie’s mother had noticed just how feminine the combination Jamie had chosen was. And marveled that he’d choose to wear that in public. At The Fabric Barn, he could get away with it because his apron hid the front of the skorts, taking away the effect of it looking like a skirt from the front. Here and now, it was easy to see the two young teens were taken with each other. While Tabitha’s mother admired Jamie’s fashion sense and his courage to express his gender so openly, she also noted the attraction between the teens was undeniable. Each of the mothers wonder how long it would take for both of the teens to come to the realization that they were more than friends.

  After a few minutes of pleasantries Jamie's mother herded the young couple into her car. Jamie opened the back door for Tabitha. She got in and scooted over for Jamie and he followed.

  “I'm doubtful that The Rack will have anything you haven’t already seen,” Jamie's mother said, looking into the rearview mirror. The teens were smiling and looking at each other. “I was thinking of Kohls.” The teens didn’t seem to notice she had said anything. She drove to Kohls.

  “Samantha, what time is your young man coming to pick you up?”

  “I’m not sure. We’re planning on lunch before the matinee. Julie said she’d be over before they got here. She’s coordinating everything. I would think no later than ten.”

  “Are you going to be ready before then?”

  “Yes mother! I just got out of the shower and I’m doing my make up. I decided what to wear yesterday and it’s laid out on my bed.”

  Mothers, she thought, is she still going to micro manage me after I get married?

  Julie heard Jamie and her mom leave the house about eight-thirty. She was tempted to roll over and go back to sleep. However, she wanted to be fully dressed when Aaron and Tyler got there. She was alone in the house and it wouldn’t do to leave them standing on the porch while she threw herself together.

  Arising under protest, she slipped on a robe and did her morning ablutions. Coffee, she thought. Mom must have made coffee and left some. In the kitchen, there was indeed most of a pot of coffee. Jamie didn’t drink coffee yet so there was only two cups gone from a ten-cup pot. If they were planning on being around all day, it would have been twelve cup pot. Pouring herself a mug of the life-giving elixir, she headed back to her room to get dressed.

  She kept it simple. From the bottom up; sandals, white capris and a pullover light blue, sleeveless top. A minimal dash of make-up. even at that, it was nine-thirty when she sat down to a bowl of Multi Grain Cheerios and a second mug of the nectar-of-the-gods. She wasn’t even half-way through breakfast when the doorbell rang.

  “Hi guys. Come on in.”

  “Hi,” Aaron said and pulled her in for quick kiss. “Julie, this it Tyler. Tyler, Julie.”

  “I’m just finishing breakfast,” she said, leading them into the kitchen. “There’s coffee, if you’d like some.”

  “I could stand a cup,” Aaron said. “Some of us had to get up early.”

  “I’m not far behind him so count me in,” Tyler added.

  Julie poured two cups and asked, “Sugar or creamer?”

  “Why don’t you let us doctor our own, so you can get back to your breakfast.”

  The two guys stood leaning on the island while Julie sat on the stool to finish eating.

  “Your mom and Jamie are gone, right?”

  “Yeah, she headed out about eight-thirty to take Jamie and his ‘she’s-not-my-girlfriend’ shopping.”

  “‘She’s-not-my-girlfriend’?” Tyler wanted to know.

  “Jamie’s friend, Tabitha. They act like boyfriend/girlfriend, but both maintain they are just friends,” Aaron explained.

  “And Jamie is???”

  “Oh, Jamie is Julie’s little brother. Speaking of which; don’t you think we should clue Tyler in about Jamie? If double dating Samantha becomes a regular thing, he’s bound to run into him sooner or later.”

  “Probably a good idea,” Julie agreed. Turning to Tyler, “My mom caught Jamie wearing her pantyhose on the last day of school. It’s a long story, but it started as a punishment for getting into her things without permission. It’s morphed into Jamie exploring he feminine side with a feminine gender expression with a minimum of wearing pantyhose 24/7.”

  Tyler smiled and looked at Aaron. “Like Frank Gibson?”

  “Yeah, I kind of forgot about him. I haven’t seen him since you were in eighth grade.”

  It was Julie’s turn to be baffled and her face showed it.

  “When Tyler was in sixth grade, he went to see his friend Frank Gibson. When he walked up on the porch, he could see Frank through the picture window. He was wearing his sister’s dress. Tyler knocked and let himself in. Turns out that Frank often ‘borrowed’ his sister’s clothes when he was home alone. Tyler kept his secret from their friends and Frank’s parents. But he had to tell someone, so he swore me to secrecy. So far as we know, he was never caught.”

  “You actually saw your friend wearing is sister’s clothes, underwear and all?”

  “Yep, full on cross-dresser. When I first walked in he panicked. I demanded an explanation. So he stood there and confessed all begging me not to tell anyone. I thought it was kind of funny and told him not to change. After all in his explanation he had said he needed to do it and couldn’t stop himself. We played some computer games until he thought he’d better change back. After that sometimes he call and invite me over and he’d be in a dress when I got there. He said it was great that he could let someone see him do it.

  “So, Jamie wears pantyhose 24/7… does he wear other girl’s clothes?”

  “Pretty much all the time. Mom kind of pushed his limits and bought him some women’s shorts to wear to work and it snowballed from there. Now he wears skorts and girl’s tops most of the time. The only exception is church and when he goes to play RPG with his friend.”

  “So, today out shopping he’s wearing???”

  “I don’t know for sure; they left before I got up, but I’d say one of his skorts and girl’s tops. He’s recently started wearing camisoles under the tops.”

  “Anyway,” Aaron interrupted. “Try not to react when you meet him. He’ll be wearing pantyhose at a minimum and possibly more.”

  “No prob, man. It’s Frank Gibson all over again only in spades.”

  Julie put her dishes in the dishwasher and said, “Let me call Samantha and we can get going.”

  His mom led Jamie and Tabitha to the women’s section of Kohls and began to look for the skorts that she’d seen online. Jamie and Tabitha followed along. They had been searching for less than ten minutes when a salesclerk showed up.

  “What can I help you ladies find this morning?” she wanted to know.

  Jamie bristled a little at being included in the term “ladies.” He started to say that he was a boy when his mother caught his eye and gave a little shake of her head no.

  “These two would like to see something in the way of skorts,” Jamie’s mom informed her.

  “We’ll find those right over here,” she said, leading them three aisles over. Reaching a rack she separated some and took one out and lifted the hem of the skirt to show the leg of the shorts underneath. “This rack and the next one holds our entire line of skorts.”

  “I think I’ll just let them browse for themselves.”

  “Alright, fitting rooms are on the back wall. If you need anything else, I’ll be right over there,” she said and indicated display she’d been working on.”

  After she had cleared the area Jamie asked his mom, “Why didn’t you let me tell her I was a boy?”

  “You told me that at the arcade, Tabitha had judged it a good idea not to correct the boys. Unless it’s vital, it’s a good idea to let people think what they want. So far, you’ve been very fortunate in the number of people who don’t have a problem with what you wear. But there have been some who have had a problem. Grandma tells me that Lucelle had to intervene when a customer took exception to you wearing hose. And don’t forget your friend, Todd, asked Mike to not invite you and him over at the same time. It’s preferable that they accept you as you are, but it’s advisable not to correct a stranger that you’ll likely never see again, if they see you as a girl.”

  Tabitha and Jamie perused the racks there were several that Jamie found attractive but most of them were some version of a skirt with shorts underneath. But he did find three that he could see as being work clothes. There was a white one that was acceptable it was a pair of shorts with a flap of fabric in front that gave it a skirt look. Tabitha found it in two different colors. What made it a sweet deal was they were on sale at less the seventeen dollars each. Tabitha bought three of the ones that he found attractive but rejected due to then being skirts with shorts underneath.

  But there was one he couldn’t resist. It was a white pleated tennis skort. When he tried it on, he liked the way it looked and felt swishing around his legs. He spent an inordinate amount of time studying it in the tri-mirror. In the end he had to buy it.

  “I don’t know where I’ll wear it, but it’s cool,” he told his mother. She just nodded and decided it was time to push the envelope and stepped over to the rack across the aisle and started looking as skirts. She called Jamie over.

  “Jamie, come take a look at these.”

  She had hung three of them sideways on the rake. Tabitha came over with him.

  “Those are nice. I like them.”

  “I thought since you like that tennis skort, that you might want to consider these,” his mother said.

  They were all full, loose skirts about knee length. One was pleated with box pleats the other two would hang loose.

  “I don’t know. I couldn’t wear them to work. But they are nice.”

  “Why don’t you try them on and see if you like them as much as the tennis skort,” Tabitha suggested.

  So Jamie took the three skirts to the fitting rooms. He took off his skort and removed the first one from the hanger. It was then he found out it was a skirt; no shorts underneath. His breath caught. A skirt, he thought, mom must have made mistake. But he decided to put it on just to get feel of it. It was the right size. He swished it back and forth. His heart raced as he thought about seeing it in the tri-mirror. Out there in a skirt; a real skirt, he thought. There was a strange pull to do it.

  He stood in front of the tri-mirror and found he really did like the look and the way it had swirled around his nylon covered legs had been more enjoyable that with the tennis skort. There was nothing to mitigate the sensation.

  “That looks great on you. What do you think?” his mom wanted to know.

  “Yeah, it looks great and I like it, but it’s a skirt.”

  “I know I thought you might want to try a skirt. If you want, I’ll be glad to buy it for you or even all three if you like them all.”

  “Let me try them on and see what I think after that.”

  Each one captivated him. They were without a doubt a girl’s garment. No way could he justify wearing them they just felt good to wear.

  “Mom, is it wrong of me to want those skirts?”

  “I don’t think so. They’re not that different from the skorts you have that are skirts with shorts. They just don’t have the shorts.”

  “I probably shouldn’t but I want them.”

  “You know, Jamie,” his mother said, as they got in the car, “with all these new clothes, if it was me, I’d want some new shoes to go with. You only have four pair and only the mary-janes are suitable to go with you most recent purchases. I was thinking we could go to Nordstrom's they have a good selection. By the time we do that, it’ll be lunch time. We can catch lunch in the food court and get you back in time to have most of the afternoon at Mike’s.”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  The three of them went to the door, since Julie was sure that Samantha’s mother would like it better if she saw a familiar face coming to pick up Samantha.

  “Hi Julie,” Samantha’s mom said when she answered the door. “I presume these two gentlemen are you and Samantha’s dates today.”

  “That’s right. This is Aaron, my date and this is his cousin, Tyler.”

  “Nice to meet you gentlemen,” she replied with a knowing smile at Tyler. “Come on in. Samantha is almost ready.”

  “Nice to meet you too, ma’am,” Tyler said.

  “So what are your plans for the day?”

  “We’re planning to catch a matinee at the mall cinema. Before that we’ll catch lunch in the food court. With any luck, we’ll have the girls back by dinner time,” Aaron explained.

  “Really? I would have thought that you’d want to spend more time with them.”

  “Yes, I think we would. However, this is an introductory date. We thought it best to keep the first date minimal incase the Cretan rubs Samantha the wrong way,” Aaron said with a smile.

  Samantha’s mother smiled at Aaron’s attempt at humor.

  “Here’s an idea,” she said. “Since you’re planning to end the date before dinner, why not have dinner here? Julie, you can clear that with your mother, can’t you?”

  “I’m sure that I can. I may have to swing by home before we come here to let her know where I am.”

  “We’ll count on it.”

  “The new Mexican place is awesome. I was there a couple of weeks ago,” Tabitha said.

  “OK, I like Mexican,” Jamie said, but wondered why he needed more shoes.

  Before mom caught him he only had three pair of shoes, his dress shoes, the tennis shoes he usually wore and a pair of boots for when he had to go out during one of the rare snow storms they had. Last time his mother got the wild idea to buy him shoes, she doubled the number.

  In Nordstrom's they went straight to the shoe department where a young sales assistant greeted them as soon as they started looking at shoes.

  “Hello my name’s Amy. What can I help find?” she said.

  “Jamie here just bought several new outfits. I told Jamie that if I had expanded my wardrobe by that much, I’d need some new shoes. The poor dear only has four pairs.”

  “Really? That nearly a catastrophe. Fortunately, we’re well stocked to solve that. Are we talking about casual or formal wear?”

  “Work casual, don’t you think, Jamie?”

  “Are you on your feet a lot at work,” Amy asked Jamie.

  “Yeah, I work in the stock room at the Fabric Barn.”

  “We’re looking for comfort with style,” she said smiling.

  “Jamie already has some loafers, Birkenstocks, mary-janes and sandals. So some stylish flats would be in order.”

  “What size?”

  “Jamie, look inside your shoe for the size.”

  Jamie was baffled. He knew that he dress shoes were a size eight, but inside the mary-janes it said size ten.

  “I’ll bring a selection of our most popular causal shoes. Have a seat and I’ll be right back.”

  “Mom, why are my dress shoes size eight and these mary-janes are size ten? Jamie asked, as they sat down. “Can that be right?”

  “Yes it can. Women’s sizes are two sizes different from men’s.”

  “Why is that? Doesn’t that just confuse things?”

  “I don’t think when they decided to do it that way they ever though that men would want to wear women’s shoes or vice-versa.”

  “My cousin likes to wear high top tennis shoes but they don’t make girl’s high tops. So she has to buy men’s. She ran into the same problem,” Tabitha told them.

  Jamie’s mother, apparently bored, got up leaving Tabitha and Jamie still sitting as she perused the shoe displays.

  Sitting there in a woman’s shoe depart where they came specifically to buy women’s shoes for him caused him to feel self-conscious.

  “You don’t think I’m weird for buying girl’s shoes for me, do you?”

  “I think you are uniquely you. My mom says that you have courage. Most boys like you would choose to do anything but let people know their gender doesn’t match what their birth certificate says. I like that about you,” Tabitha told him. “I like you and I hope we remain good friends for a long, long time,” she continued as she took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently.

  Jamie squeezed hers back. He expected her to take her hand away, so was surprised when she remained holding it. It put him in mind of how he and Megan used to hold hands. Julie had advised him to hold Megan’s hand if he wanted to be her to be his girlfriend because that’s what boyfriends do with girlfriends. He wondered, Since she’s holding my hand, does the mean she thinks we’re boyfriend/girlfriend? Regardless he liked holding hands with Tabitha. Again he wondered if they would make a habit of it.

  Jamie’s mother was looking at a selection of kitten heels. She glanced back at Jamie and Tabitha and noticed they were holding hands. She smiled. They certainly act like they are boyfriend and girlfriend, she thought. Just then Amy returned pushing a small cart with about a dozen boxes on it.

  “Here we are,” Amy said. “We should be able to find something you like in these.”

  She pulled over one of those ubiquitous stools that populate shoe stores everywhere. She helped Jamie off with the mary-janes and produced a pair of ballet flats. With each pair, he was required to get up and walk around a bit while Tabitha and his mother passed judgement. Somehow it was a kind of De-Javu. It seemed that Tabitha was taking the roll in his life that Megan left void. It was a comfortable feeling and warmed his heart.

  In the end, he ended up with three more pairs. The ballet flats, some slingbacks flats and some pointed toe shoes with a low blocky heel of about an inch and a half. Not one of them could be mistaken for men’s shoes; not even by a blind man on a galloping horse.

  “I really like your new shoes,” Tabitha told him they walked back into the mall.

  “I think you chose some very nice ones. They’ll be a good addition to your wardrobe,” his mother agreed. “Let’s grab a quick lunch and then we’ll get you two over to Mike’s.”

  Jamie nearly panicked.

  “Ah, Mom, I need to stop by the house and change into my jeans shorts and a tee-shirt,” he said.’

  “Oh, well then all the more reason to make it a quick lunch.”

  As they rode the escalator up to the food court, Aaron asked Tyler, “Have you tried the new Mexican place here?”

  “No, I didn’t even know there was a Mexican place here. Unlike you, I have very little reason to come to the mall.”

  “It’s only been here for a little over a month. I gave it a try last week. They do a pretty good burrito.”

  “I think I’d rather have something from Panda Express,” Julie said.

  “Me too,” Samanta said.

  “No problem. The Mexican place is right next to Panda Express,” Aaron informed them. he turned to Tyler and said, “Since I’m paying, you take my debit card and go to the Mexican place. I’ll take the number two special. I’ll go with the ladies and pay for theirs.”

  As they waited in line, Julie was surprised to see her mom with Jamie and Tabitha walking toward them. They were occupied in their own conversation and didn’t see Julie’s group. They got in line right behind Tyler. The line for Panda Express was longer, so they were about fifteen feet away. Julie wasn’t sure that she should say anything to Aaron or not when Samantha took the decision out of her hands.

  “Julie, isn’t that your mom with Tabitha and Jamie right over there behind Tyler?”

  “Yeah. I didn’t know they were coming to the mall. I thought they’d go to the Rack where they got Jamie’s other skorts.”

  It turned out that just as they left the check out at Panda Express, her family was heading for a table near where Tyler had staked claim to one and ended up at the very next table. Julies mother finally noticed Julie as she approached Tyler’s table.

  “Oh Julie, I thought you’d be in your movie by now.”

  “The one we want to see doesn’t start for another hour.”

  Her mother looked a little confused.

  “I thought that Samantha was to have a date.”

  Samantha and Aaron sat down at Tyler’s table.

  “She does. You picked a table next to the one he got for us. Tyler, this is my mother, my brother Jamie, and his g… friend Tabitha. Mom, Jamie, Tabitha, this is Tyler, Aaron’s cousin.”

  “Oh yes, I can see the family resemblance now they at the same table. Nice to meet you Tyler.”

  “Nice to meet you too, ma’am.”

  Julie sat next to Aaron and said, “It’s kind of a good thing we ran into you. Samantha’s mother wants us to stay for dinner when we get back.”

  “That’s fine.”

  “What did you get this time Jamie,” Samantha asked.

  Jamie was a little disconcerted to be dragged into the conversation because he didn’t know Tyler at all. He looked directly at Samantha and made an effort not to think of anyone but her as he answered.

  “I got three more skorts.”

  “Can I be invited to the next fashion show? I see you’re wearing one of you other ones, and I still haven’t seen the rest.”

  “Yeah sure, I guess.”

  “When will that be,” Tyler wanted to know.

  Jamie only thought he was uncomfortable before. Now here was this guy whom he had just met interested in when he was going parade around in girl’s clothes.

  Julie, totally oblivious to his discomfort, suggested, “How about Sunday after church. Aaron can make up some of his signature barbeque sauce. I’m sure we have something in the freezer he can grill.”

  “Better then deplete your stash why don’t I pick up a couple racks of ribs. I know from personal experience his barbeque ribs are awesome,” Tyler offered.

  “Great idea,” Samantha said. , “I’ll whip up a potato salad.”

  “Mom, is that going to be a good time?” Jamie asked, hoping that they were supposed to go to his grandmother’s or something.”

  “I don’t see why not. I was thinking takeout Chinese for dinner tomorrow.”

  Tabitha’s parents found a parking spot near the street in the parking lot of Central Christian. Church.

  “Judging from the number of cars in the lot, it’s a popular church,” her father said as he turned off the ignition.

  “Yes, but I see the majority of people making their way inside are families,” her mother observed.

  They got out of the car and joined the throng heading inside. Tabitha searched the crowd to see if she could spot Jamie or anyone in his family. Lacking that, she did see Samantha. Having only seen her once, she wasn’t sure she should approach her. Samantha was standing near the entrance and they couldn’t help but walk right by her.

  For her part, Samantha was doing the same thing that Tabitha was. As Tabitha neared her, she made eye contact and smiled.

  “Tabitha? Hi. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

  “Oh, hi Samantha. Have you seen Jamie?”

  “Not yet. They should be here any time now.”

  “Tabitha, are you going to introduce us?” her mother wanted to know.

  “Oh; Mom, Dad, this is Samantha. She’s Julie’s friend.”

  Tabitha’s mother reached out to shake hands with Samantha.

  “Nice to meet you, Samantha. Julie?”

  “Nice to meet you too. Julie is Jamie’s older sister; my friend.”

  “OK, that clears that up.”

  “This is your first time here, isn’t it.”

  “Yes. We’ve recently move to this side town to be nearer my job and are church shopping. We’re hoping to find a family friendly church.”

  “I think this is one. I’ve been coming her with my mom for the last eight years. The pastor is a real family person.”

  “Jamie pretty much said the same thing, so we thought we’d come check it out.”

  Jamie sat brooding in the back of his mother’s car as she drove to church. He was dreading the afternoon. Samantha had wanted to see his new wardrobe and he was OK with that. Samantha was an old friend of Julie's and he’d known her forever. She had been decent about his wearing hose right from the start and even started wearing hose whenever she was around him, in sympathy. But somehow, the fashion show that she’d requested turned into a barbeque party. Tyler would be there. He didn’t know Tyler from Adam. Who else could be invited between now and then? he wondered.

  His mom was running late, mostly his fault, and got nearly the last parking spot in the lot. Julie was quick to get out and go looking for Samantha. She spotted her by the entrance talking to a couple Julie didn’t know. As she got closer, she recognized Tabitha, the girl standing with them. She’d only seen her once when they were having lunch at the mall. A quick deduction told her the couple had to be Tabitha’s parents.

  “Here comes Julie now,” Samantha said. “Oh and there’s Jamie and their mother.”

  She waved at Julie and Julie waved back. Tabitha turned and spotted Jamie.

  “I’m going to talk to Jamie. Maybe we can sit near them,” Tabitha said and headed toward Jamie.

  “Did you see the way her face lit up when she saw Jamie?” Tabitha’s mother asked. “They’re just friends, just ask them; either one will tell in no uncertain terms.”

  “Julie says she’s noticed the same reaction,” Samantha told her.

  Tabitha wanted to run to Jamie but thought better of it. She was in her Sunday best and she was at church. Jamie looked up and saw her quickstepping toward him and his mother. He quickened his pace as well and met her twenty or so feet ahead of his mother.

  “Hi,” she said breathlessly and took both of his hands in his.

  “Hi,” he answered. “You came. I didn’t know if you really would. Can you sit with me?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask my parents.”

  “Hello, Tabitha,” Jamie’s mother said as she reached them.

  “Hello, I’m here with my parents. They’re over there talking with Samantha and Julie.”

  Tabitha turned toward the church and they resumed walking toward the entrance. She kept hold of one of Jamie’s hands as they walked.

  Tabitha’s mother observed her walking toward them holding hands with Jamie. She noticed that Jamie was wearing decidedly masculine clothes. It seems he’s not out everywhere, she thought. When they Jamie and Tabitha reached them she was grinning like she’d just found out that there no school for the month of September.

  “Good morning,” Jamie’s mother said.

  “Good morning. This is my husband Trevor. Jamie made this church sound so good we thought we might give us a try. We haven’t settled on a new church since we moved at the end of the school year.”

  “I think you’ll like it. The pastor is young and keeps his messages geared toward relevant topics that are easy to apply to your life.”

  “Mom, Jamie wants to know if I can sit with him.”

  Tabitha’s mother looked at Jamie’s mother questioningly.

  “There’s usually room in the pew we sit in. Samantha often sits with us and Jamie has had friends join us before. If you like, I’m sure that there’ll be room for all three of you.”

  The conversation went on and it wasn’t until they got inside that Trevor learned Jamie’s mother’s name.

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  Jamie’s worst nightmare came to pass. OK, not his worst, but bad enough. Tabitha and her parents had been invited as well as Samantha’s mother. Jamie rode in Tabitha’s parents’ car on the way to his house. He supposedly volunteered to show them the way in case they got separated in traffic, but in reality it was so he could sit with Tabitha some more. Having Tabitha sitting next to him in church had been eerily similar to when Megan had sat with him. He had admired her legs coated in the shimmery nylon and wished it would be OK for him to wear one of his skorts to church. It was too much to even think about wearing one of his three skirts. He hadn’t even worn them at home yet.

  The house seemed wall to wall people. Aaron and Tyler had been there waiting when they arrived. Total count was seven guests and the three of them for a grand total of ten. Aaron and Tyler went out to fire up the grill as soon as they could. They had brought the ribs in a plastic container marinating in Aaron’s famous barbeque sauce. Julie and Samantha had pitched in in the kitchen to see that everyone had drinks while Jamie’s mother played hostess entertaining Tabitha’s parents and Samantha’s mother who was invited because it would be rude not to include her.

  Jamie was again uneasy about parading around in girls’ clothes in front of such a crowd. Even at his best, he was uncomfortable being the center of attention. He wondered if he could leave the skirts out of the fashion show. Only Tabitha and his mother knew that he even had them.

  He went to his room still brooding. He always changed after church. Before all this started, he had changed into shorts and tee-shirt and for a while after the mandate to wear pantyhose 24/7. Lately though it was to one of his skorts. He tried more than once to wear one that looked like a skirt, just to get the feel of it. That day he opened his closet paused, then sat on his bed. At the end of school, there had been a couple of pairs of slacks and four button up shirts. Now there was a marked resemblance to Julie’s closet. Skorts, blouses and even three skirts nearly filled the rod. Looking at the floor, his boy shoes aside, there were six pairs of shoes… girls’ shoes. His tennis shoes, foot wear of choice, and his winter boots looked out of place. He stared at it for he didn’t know how long. A knock on his door broke the spell.

  “Jamie?” Julie’s voice call through the door. She opened it a crack. “Are you decent?”

  “Yeah,” he answered. “Come on in.”

  Julie opened the door and came to sit beside him.

  “Mom sent me up to see what was taking you so long. Everybody is getting impatient. Something’s bothering you. What is it?”

  “It’s how Samantha’s wanting to see what I’ve added to my wardrobe gets blown up into a barbeque party with a houseful of guests. I don’t even know that Tyler guy, even a little bit.”

  “Are you worried about how he feels about you?”

  “Yeah kinda. I can hope, that since he’s Aaron’s cousin he’ll be cool with it. I mean he saw me at the mall and didn’t say anything, but he may have just been concerned about it being a public place.”

  “There’s no need to worry about Tyler. We warned him about you wearing pantyhose and he asked Aaron if you were like some friend of his in the eighth grade. He had a friend that he had gone to visit unannounced and caught him wearing his sister’s dress. He stayed friends with the guy and the guy would call him sometimes to play video games and the guy would be in a skirt and blouse or a dress the whole time Tyler was there. Tyler stayed friends and kept the secret, except that Aaron went by to get tell Tyler something and saw the friend, so he had to be let on the secret. Anyway, he was cool with his friend and he’ll be cool with you,”

  That made Jamie feel a little better.

  “Hurry up. I’ll tell them that you were having trouble deciding what to wear. Girls have that problem all the time.”

  “What should I wear? Can I just do the new skorts. None of them look like skirts.”

  “No, I don’t think so. Tabitha’s mother asked Mom how many outfits you had and she said about eleven but with the mix and match possibilities, that could be stretched to over twenty, so that means you’ll be expected to wear at least the original eleven. If I were you, I’d go through them in the order you got them. Start with what Grandma bought you and finish with the skirts that mom told me about the other day.”

  Well that was it. The whole megillah, leaving nothing out. He put the blue skort that Grandma got him, a white cami and a plain white blouse. Steeling himself to run the gauntlet, he went downstairs. On the way, he decided to own it and to do a catwalk strut and turn for each outfit.

  An hour later, he was strutting his final outfit, a blue loose-fitting skirt paired with a lighter blue top with long bloused sleeves. He had been more than a little surprised at the acceptance in that everyone had complemented him on more than one of the outfits. He was about to go up and change into a skort when Aaron announced that the ribs were ready and everyone wanted to eat.

  “Mom,” Jamie said, “don’t you think I should change clothes?”

  “I don’t see why.”

  “I’m wearing a skirt.”

  “A very nice skirt that looks fabulous on you. If you’re concerned about getting something on it, you can wear my hostess apron.”

  The adults sat at the picnic table with Jamie and Tabitha while the others sat at a card table that had been in storage in the garage. Everyone was full of praise the way the ribs turned out. About halfway through the meal Jamie’s mother spoke up loud enough for everyone to hear.

  “While I’ve got everyone here; I saw an ad last week reminding me that the state fair is next weekend. I don’t know about the rest of you, but it’s been a long time since I went to the fair. I thought it might be a great idea if we all went together. Is anyone interested?”

  Almost everyone chimed in in favor of going. Tabitha’s father was the first bow out.”

  “I’m afraid that I’m scheduled to be out of town. I’m working a trade show, in L.A. that weekend.”

  Tabitha’s mother was next.

  “Knowing he was out of town; I volunteered to take a group of seniors from the senior center near work to the zoo. Our company has a nine-passenger van and does things like that often. But you know if you don’t mind her tagging along I’m sure that Tabitha would rather go to the fair with you guys than to the zoo with a group of septuagenarians.”

  “Not at all. My thought was it would be great for the kids.”

  That evening Jamie pondered the experience. He decided there was something satisfying about being around other people wearing his skirt. They sat chowing down on the tasty ribs acting as if a boy wearing girl’s clothes was perfectly normal. What’s more he enjoyed the whole experience.
  He wondered if his mother had been right about him having a feminine side. She was certainly right about needing to discover just how deep it ran before going back to school. When they had talked about it, she pointed out that the only thing more feminine than pantyhose was a bra. Thinking about the outfit he had worn the rest of the day; it only lacked a bra to encompass totally feminine. What about bras? Would they fit into his feminine expression? He had to admit that since his mother had pointed out that a bra was more feminine he had thought more about bras than he ever had.
  His mother was still in the family room watching television and Julie had gone over to Samantha’s. He needed to talk.
   “Mom, can we talk for a minute?”
   “I suppose, what do you need to talk about?”
   “My feminine side.”
  She patted the seat next to her.
   “Sit and let’s talk. What about your feminine side?”
   “Is it wrong for me to enjoy wearing girl’s clothes? I mean today, when we ate dinner and after, I was dressed like the girls and the women in the group. The only thing I lacked was a bra. I enjoyed all that. Was that wrong?”
   “I don’t think so. You have the right to express your gender and so long as the people around you are accepting of it there’s no reason not to.”
  Jamie hesitated to bring up the real reason he needed to talk.
   “Do you think that if I added the one thing I lacked that I’d enjoy it more?”
   “The one thing you lacked? You mean a bra?” Jamie nodded. “I don’t know. The only way to know would be to try it. Is that what this talk is about; you want to try wearing a bra?”
  Jamie couldn’t look her in the eye.
   “Is that wrong of me?”
  She put her arms around him and drew him close.
   “No sweetheart. It’s not wrong for you. Would you like me to pick up a bra for you?”
  Jamie nodded.

  Grandma took Jamie to the Fabric Barn as usual and Lucelle was right there to let him in. Grandma took advantage of that often to get in and do her shopping and out again just as they opened so she didn’t have to wait in line. It also gave her opportunity to visit with Lucelle. They had been friends for years, but ever since Lucelle opened the Fabric Barn, she had limited time just to visit.

  “I see Jamie has added to his wardrobe again. It looks very smart on him.”

  “Yes, this time he spent his own money and enlisted Tabitha’s help in his selections.”

  “They seem to be close since I moved their lunches to the same time. But I didn’t know they were spending time together on the weekends.”

  “Oh yes, it’s the third weekend in a row and Tabitha’s family has started attending Central Christian where Jamie’s family goes. What’s more next weekend his mom has organized a trip to the State Fair that includes Tabitha.”

  “Sounds like a relationship of more than work mates or even just friends.”

  “We all believe they are nearly to the boyfriend/girlfriend stage.”

  “Good for him. I was a bit concerned when he was in a funk about his other girlfriend.

  “I’m also glad to see he’s added to his wardrobe. It was getting to be just a little boring with him switching back and forth between two skorts. How many does he have now?”

  “Let’s see, I bought him two skorts and his mother bought three; this last weekend, he bought three more and three skirts, so that makes eight skorts and three skirts.”

  “If he had five before, why was he switching back and forth between only two?”

  “The two I bought him and one of the ones his mother bought him look a lot like skirts and he was sure that looking like he was wearing a skirt would be a no-no for work.”

  “Does he look good in them?”

  “Everyone says he does. I haven’t seen them all.”

  “Humm, I’ll have to have a talk with him. Well it’s time to open up.”

  Tabitha was putting on her apron when Jamie clocked in.

  “Hi, I see you’re wearing one of your new skorts. You’re looking good.”

  “You’ve got one of yours on as well. Looks good on you.”

  “It’s one of your rejects, remember? You tried it on before I did. Who would have guessed that we are the same size?”

  “It feels a little weird to be talking to a girl who’s wearing a skort that I had on before her.”

  Tabitha laughed.

  “I don’t suppose that many boys have worn something before their girlfriend bought it. But you know it’s kind of neat. Makes me feel closer to you.”

  Her referring to herself as his “girlfriend” wasn’t lost on Jamie. While they hadn’t actually decided that was the case, it seemed that everyone thought it was and the way they were going places and doing things together, they might as well be boyfriend/girlfriend.

  “If I think about it, it kind of makes me feel closer to you too.”

  Tabitha touched his arm and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

  “Just think? We can borrow each other’s clothes. I doubt there’s any other couple who can do that,” she said. “Well back to the salt mines.”

  Jamie wondered about that phrase. He knew it meant they should get to work, but wasn’t sure what salt mines had to do with fabric.

  Jamie had been busy that morning. It seemed like Monday was always a heavy day. Not only did he need to unbox the fabric and supplies that had been left over from Friday, he had to receive incoming freight. It occurred to him, after the fact, the truck drivers treated him like he was a girl. One had even called him, “Hun,” like the term of endearment that many men call their wives or daughters.

  Kelli came back to his lair.

  “Hey, bo… Jamie, the bins are full. You can quit slacking off back here and do something useful now.”

  She was trying to break the habit of calling him boyette, but it was difficult. It was in her nature to tease people. She wasn’t really malicious, she just liked to see them react. Jamie had kind of disappointed her, in that his reaction was mild, and got milder the longer he was here.

  Jamie followed her back to the cutting table and started restocking the partial bolts in their appropriate places. He had just caught up and was about to head back to the stock room when Margaret caught his attention.

  “Lucelle wants to have a word with you. Stop by her office when you go to the back room.”

  Being called to the boss’s office wasn’t usually a good thing. He wondered if he’d failed to do something right in receiving freight. That was a new responsibility. Before, Lucelle herself had received the freight, the bulk of which always came on Monday.

  “You wanted to see me?” he said, poking his head in the open door of Lucelle’s office.

  “Yes, come in.”

  Jamie stepped in, uncertain as to how he should feel. Lucelle seemed to like him and had always had good things to say about him, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he was in trouble.

  “I want to complement you on your upgrade to your wardrobe. Your grandmother tells me that you have a total of eight skorts, but that you think some of them look too much like a skirt to wear to work. Is that right.”

  Jamie blushed. Somehow, Lucelle even knowing he had skorts that look completely like skirts embarrassed him.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “Do you think you look good in them? Never mind that, you must, or you’d have never bought them. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that you needn’t worry about them looking like a skirt. Remember, I said you should look professional and with the hose, you always have and that’s all I care about. If people see you as wearing a skirt that’s OK. So long as you look professional you could actually wear a skirt.”

  Oh my God! Jamie thought, Does she know I have three skirts?

  “But they might think I was a girl.”

  “Would that be so bad? Everyone else here is a girl.”

  “Being a girl isn’t bad, but I’m a boy.”

  “Jamie dear, I hope it won’t upset you, but most of the customers who see you already think you’re a girl. The last one, I’m aware of, who thought you were a boy was the lady that I had to straighten out about how professional you looked and that it was my requirement that you cover your legs. Several customers have complemented you saying what a hard-working girl you are. I find it better to not correct them. It doesn’t hurt anyone if they think you are a girl, or even if you dress in girl’s clothes. It’s just your gender expression. Feel free to wear any professional looking clothes you have. If they look like a skirt, or even if they are a skirt, you can wear them to work.”

  “OK, I’ll keep that in mind.”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  “Do you think I did the right thing, offering to let Tabitha go with group to the state fair,” Tabitha’s mother asked her father Sunday evening after Tabitha had gone to bed.

  “I think so,” her husband answered. “We’ve both agreed that Jamie is a solid well raised young man and after spending all that time with his family and their friends, I can’t find any reason to change my mind.”

  “You know that this is very much like a date. Our little girl is growing up. Have you noticed how they act toward each other? In her mind, he’s her boyfriend. Judging by the way he responds to her, his mindset isn’t far behind, but I understand from his mother that he’s in denial.”

  “That’s the part I don’t understand. It’s obvious that he’s more than a little interested in pursuing a relationship with her. Why is it he doesn’t pick up what she’s laying down?”

  “He may be Tabitha’s first boyfriend, but Jamie has had a girlfriend, his first, and recently suffered a bad breakup. She cheated on him. So I’m thinking that he’s a little gun shy.”

  “OK. I can see how he might be. But seeing them together at that barbeque, I’d say he’s on a fast track to make it mutual. Doesn’t the state fair usually have a tunnel of love ride? With two older couples along, don’t you think that will be one of the rides that they go on?”

  “I heard that Lucille wanted to talk with you this morning. If it’s not too personal, what did she want?”

  “If it was anyone else, I’d say it was too personal, but you already know most of it anyway. It was about my wardrobe. Grandma told her about all the clothes I have. Lucille didn’t say so directly but I think even the skirts.”

  “Was she upset?”

  “No she said that I could were all of them to work. When I told her that they made me look like a girl she told me that most of the customers already thought I was a girl. Is that true?”

  “I can’t say if it’s most, but some of them do. So are you going to wear the rest of your skorts?”

  “I suppose. But if they already think I’m a girl, how am I supposed to deal with that?”

  “I’d say, just go with the flow.”

  “But what if they find out later? Won’t they be upset that I’m fooling them?”

  “If it comes up, just claim to be transgender.”

  “I’ve heard that term thrown around. But I don’t think I am. I mean, I’m happy being a boy, I just like wearing pantyhose.”

  “But I’d say after watching you do two fashion shows that you also enjoy other girl’s clothes. The look on your face when you were doing your strut in the skirts spoke volumes. You do like the then, don’t you?”

  Jamie looked at the doorway. It wouldn’t be likely that anyone would be near, but he was about to admit something that probably wouldn’t be a good idea if it was generally known.

  “OK, so the whole package is kind of neat. It certainly better than wearing boy’s clothes.”

  “Well then, why not own it? As I understand it just enjoying the clothes is a kind of transgender.”
  Own it, Jamie thought, I should just own it.
  “Tabitha, can I ask you a question?”
   “You know you can, what is it?”
  “Mom and I were talking about me exploring my feminine side. The only feminine clothes that I haven’t experienced is a bra. I try not to notice, but I know you wear one. Would you think it would be going too far if I wore one?”
  “With Lucelle’s endorsement of you wearing what ever you want so long as you look professional, I don’t think she’d have a problem with it.”
  “But what do you think?”
  “I think that you should do what you need to do. If you think you need to wear a bra, then wear a bra. Have you tried it yet?”
  “No, Mom’s supposed to pick one up for me.”
   “When you put it on, it can be a little tricky to fasten it until you get used to it. If you have trouble, just wrap it around your stomach backward and fasten it; then spin it around and slip your arm into the straps.”

  Saturday morning they all congregated at Jamie’s house. He was a little self-conscious. His mother had picked up not one, but four pushup bras in his size. He was wearing one of them around someone else for the first time. He’d experimented at bed time to see how to do it. Last night, he’d finally decided that he had it right. Once on he pulled his flabby pecs up into the cups and looking in the mirror, there was the illusion of breasts. It gave him a kind of thrill.
  They would need two cars for them all to go. Samantha’s mother would ride shotgun in his mother’s car and Jamie and Tabitha would be in the backseat. The two older couples would ride in Aaron’s car.

  Somehow, Tabitha and Jamie were wearing complimentary outfits. His top was pastel yellow with a yellow cami underneath. His skort was mostly gold tone print on a yellow background. He wore his sling back flats with suntan shear to the waist Leggs support. Tabitha wore a full skirted skort that was mostly shades of blue, nude pantyhose and a light gold top with matching cami.

  Jamie's mother wondered again if they coordinated on purpose. In truth, they had. Jamie felt it was kind of satisfying to wear complimentary outfits. It made them look like they belonged together. Jamie mused that it would be nice if they truly did belong together.

  On the ride down to the fair, Tabitha sat about halfway between the door and Jamie. They talked in soft tones and Jamie sometimes had trouble hear her and so often had leaned over and asked her to repeat what she had said that he ended up setting quite close to her. She often touched his arm lightly to make a point. At one time, she had said something funny and the leaned together laughing.

  Jamie's mom had noticed in the rearview mirror and surreptitiously got Samantha’s mother to notice as well. They exchanged knowing smiles.

  At the fair, each of the kids got an all-day bracelet for the rides, but first they walked the midway with the adults following behind. It was about lunch time, so they sampled things like elephant ears and corn dogs. They topped all that off with slushies. Since Aaron paid for Julie’s and Tyler paid for Samantha’s, Jamie paid for Tabitha’s. It just didn’t seem right to ask her to go Dutch when the other guys were paying. Jamie's mother made a mental note to tell Tabitha’s mother that the trip to the fair looked more like a triple date.

  Sometime later, after they had toured the exhibits to let the food settle, they hit the rides. They started with the Ferris Wheel. Each couple in a car of their own while the mothers declined to ride, It was a large wheel for a carnival ride and from the top you could see the whole fair. While at the top, he notice the other two guys had their arms around the girls they were with. Jamie wasn’t sure if he should, but with some trepidation put his arm around Tabitha and was relieved when she leaned into him like the other girls were leaning into their guys.

  Next they went on the Round Up. A spinning kind of thing where you stood against the wall between two grab bars and centrifugal force held you against the wall while the ride lifted up to about a sixty-degree angle. As if that wasn’t enough after about three minutes of that, the floor separated and returned to the starting position while the wall stayed a the sixty-degree angle for another minute before it joined the floor. As soon as it started spinning, Tabitha reached for his hand and held it until the ride stopped spinning. As they stepped out of their respective spots, Tabitha threw her arms around him and hugged him. He of course hugged her back.

  “That was scary,” Tabitha said.

  Jamie just reveled in the closeness. It felt good to have her touching him in an intimate embrace. As they exited the ride, Tabitha latched onto his hand and after that they held hands unless getting into a ride precluded it.

  After several thrill rides, it was the consensus of opinion that something sedate was called for. There was indeed a tunnel of love. The cars were two seaters so once again each couple got their own car. It was made to look like they were boats floating on water, only the water was only a couple of inches deep and if you looked closely, you could see a raised portion in the center that supported the car so it didn’t scrape the bottom. Obviously, the car rode on wheels. Aaron and Julie took the first car; Tyler and Samantha were next and Jamie and Tabitha were last.

  Aaron put his arm around Julie as soon as they sat down and Tyler did the same with Samantha, so Jamie, not to be out done, did the same with Tabitha. Again he was relieved that she didn’t object but seemed to enjoy the closeness. Each car went into the tunnel with a minute or two between them and the car ahead. Inside the lighting was subdued and romantic music played. As the ride progressed, they saw lighted dioramas. Some were romantic scenes like the moon over a beach, others were whimsical and cute. At one point there was a long straightaway and they could see Tyler and Samantha ahead of them as they passed one of them. They were kissing.

  Jamie turned to Tabitha to see her reaction. She turned her face toward him with a dreamy look on her face. She tilted her head sideways, just a little and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was expecting. With some trepidation Jamie tilted his head the opposite way and their lips met. It was a magical moment where the rest of the world, the ride, the dioramas, the music and even the car they were riding in faded away. It wasn’t anything like kissing Megan. There wasn’t any underlying passion; it was the meeting of souls; the joining of psyches. Just a slice of heaven right here on earth.

  By mutual agreement they ended the kiss and Tabitha laid her head on his shoulder. They kissed three more times before the car abruptly exited into the bright light of day. What had started out in Jamie's mind as friends going to the fair had morphed into a bona fide date. From that moment on they were boyfriend/girlfriend; no doubt about it.

  Jamie's mother noted the difference in how they related after that. There seemed to be a glow about them. Their eyes sparkled just a little more when they looked at each other. She didn’t know what happen in the tunnel of love, but she could guess.

  Along about five, they were hungry and found a sit-down eating place that served hamburgers fries and milkshakes to make a meal. After they took in a live performance of a local jazz band. They talked softly between themselves.

  “It seems like school just got out, yet Monday is Labor Day and school starts the Monday after that,” Samantha observed.

  "Freshman orientation day will be Wednesday next week. We’ll have to let Lucille know we won’t be able to work that day,” Tabitha told Jamie.

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that she knows that Friday will be our last full day,” Jamie replied.

  The trip to the fair totally change the dynamic of Jamie and Tabitha’s relationship and everyone could tell, Tuesday, when they went in there were smiles all around whenever anyone saw the two of them together. Kelli came back to the stock room and pried.

  “What’s up with you and Tabitha? She’s all goo-goo eyes when she looks at you. When I asked her, she got embarrassed and just said it was a special weekend, but would say anymore.”

  “I guess that you’ve teased her too much for her to say anything for fear that you’ll tease her about it.”

  “Yeah, it’s in my nature to tease people about things but I feel like something happened between you two. I was hoping you’d tell me what it was.”

  “Tabitha obviously doesn’t want it to be common knowledge what we did. But I will tell you that my mother organized a trip to the state fair, my sister and her friend took their boyfriends and her friends mother came along and so I wouldn’t be the odd one out, we invited Tabitha.”

  “So let me piece this together. Two couples went to the fair and you and Tabitha went with two mothers as chaperones. Sounds like a triple date. I knew you and Tabitha were becoming friends, but I didn’t think you were dating.”

  “Well, it wasn’t supposed to be a date, it just kind of looked that way.”

  “Maybe so, but Tabitha, unless I miss my bet, thinks it was a date. I’d go so far as to guess that you kissed her.”

  At that Jamie blushed a bright crimson.

  “Ah, Jamie’s got a girlfriend,” Kelli said in a sing-song voice.

  “Please, Kelli, don’t tease Tabitha. You can tease me if you need to tease anyone, but please don’t tease Tabitha.

  “OK, I’ll bite my tongue. I’m betting you’re Tabitha’s first boyfriend, so I’ll cut her some slack. But you, we all know you had a girlfriend before, so you’re fare game. What ever happened to that other girlfriend anyway?”

  “We broke up just before the sidewalk sale.”

  “Oh yeah. I remember you were in a funk that whole week.”

  “Yeah, well the break up wasn’t my idea, though it should have been. She was cheating on me.”

  “The good news is Tabitha doesn’t have it in her to do that.” She paused and grinned. “Maybe I ought to tell Lucille not to send Tabitha back here. Seeing as how I caught you necking with your old girlfriend. Wouldn’t want to tempt the two of you during working hours."

  “Jamie, since you’ve got freshie day tomorrow morning, I’ll give you a reprieve on the pantyhose until you get back. It’s your choice to wear them or not tomorrow morning.”

  “Thanks Mom, I was going to ask you about that. Though I’m sure that sooner or later the whole school will know that I wore them all summer, I’d like an opportunity to make some friends before I become the laughing stock of the school.”

  “You know there’s no school bus for high school. You’ll need to take the regular bus. Once you get your student body card you’ll be eligible for a discount fare.”

  “I know that Mom. Julie told me about that when she started high school.

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  For the first time since the end of school in June, Jamie got dressed without wearing pantyhose. Instead, he put on boxers. He left off the cami that he’d become accustomed to. Julie had warned him that the high school encouraged nice clothes. So instead of jeans he wore his khaki dockers; his second most dressy pants and a button up shirt. He fumbled with the buttons for a moment. It’d been three months since he had worn anything that hadn’t buttoned the other way. Some black socks and his dress shoes completed the outfit. It all felt very foreign to him.

  Julie had tutored him as to what time to catch the bus. He got to the stop with five minutes to spare. Mike got on at the next stop and sat next to him.

  “Hey buddy. Haven’t seen much of you this last month. Whacha been up to?”

  “Been doing a lot of stuff with Tabitha on the weekends.”

  “Weekends or just Saturday?”

  "Her family started going to my church. So we do things on Saturday and then I see her on Sunday as well.”

  “That’s a lot of time to spend with a girl who’s not your girlfriend… or is there something you want to tell me?”

  “OK, I guess there is. Tabitha is my girlfriend as of our trip to the state fair.”

  “High five,” Mike said holding up his hand.

  Jamie high fived him just as the bus stopped to pick up another passenger. It was Todd. He saw Mike and headed toward him. But then he saw Jamie and stopped short and sat down next to middle aged man who was reading.

  Tabitha lived the other side of the school and rode a different bus, but Jamie knew where her stop would be.

  “I’m going over to Tabitha’s stop. Her bus should be here in about three minutes,” he told Mike.

  “OK, stud. See you inside.”

  Jamie and Tabitha walked into the school holding hands. Mike was down the hall in the direction of the auditorium talking with Todd. Jamie knew that because he and his mother had been to several events that Julie had been involved in.

  Todd looked up and saw Jamie coming. He made a face and walked off looking like he was in a huff. Tabitha noticed and wondered who that was and why he made a point of leaving as Jamie approached.

  “Just talked with Todd. He’s going to sit with Hank Marsden and his crowd. I guess he wants to break the nerd rep,” Mike told them.

  “He looked upset,” Tabitha said. “Did he want you to sit with that Hank guy too?”

  “Long story,” Jamie told her. “Todd used to game with Mike and me.” He looked around and continued when he decided that no one was in ear shot. “When I started wearing pantyhose, he told Mike not to invite both of us at the same time.”

  “So he quit being your friend over pantyhose? Wasn’t really friend then was he?”

  “Not much of a friend,” Mike agreed.

  They made their way to the auditorium and found seats. Jamie recognized some of the kids from his middle school, but there were a couple of hundred that were strangers to him. The lights dimmed and the Principal stepped up to the podium and gave a welcome speech.

  As Jamie sat he couldn’t get comfortable. His boxers bunched up on him, the dockers were rough and his shirt just didn’t feel right. He wished he’d chanced wearing pantyhose, but that was just a little too risky to chance someone noticing.

  A couple of staff members gave some talks, mostly imparting information. They were instructed that in the foray there were tables and teachers were there to help the students. On the tables were stacks of schedules arranged alphabetically by last name. they were to give their name to one of the teachers at the table that would hold their schedule and that teacher would find their schedule and give them a map of the school and the combination of their assigned locker and mark its location on the map. There would be some other paperwork with some papers their parents needed to sign. It all seemed simple enough.

  After a receiving their paper work they were encouraged to walk around the school and familiarize themselves so they could find their classes on Monday. They got back together and compared schedules. They all had the same home room and Jamie had three class with Tabitha one of which Mike was also in and two more with Mike. They also shared the same lunch period. After, they located all their classes and lockers. Tabith’s was just down the hall from Jamie’s and Mike’s was across the hall.

  Jamie told them that he couldn’t wait to get home and change clothes. Tabitha told Jamie that both her parents were at work and she’d be home alone.

  “Yeah, me too. Too bad we couldn’t do something this afternoon. I don’t think that either of our parents would like for us to go to the other’s house,” Jamie said.

  “We could go to the mall arcade,” Tabitha suggested.

  “I’d want to change clothes first and that’s all the wrong way.”

  “I was just thinking out loud.”

  “It’d work if we’d planned it. I could have brought a duffel and changed in a service station bath room.”

  “Some other time.”

  “When you go, if having third wheel wouldn’t cramp your style I’d like to check out the arcade. I’ve heard about it, but I’ve never been there.”

  Jamie and Tabitha exchanged a look.

  “Ah, Mike, you should know that I don’t just wear pantyhose anymore.”

  Mike raised his eyebrows.

  “OK, what all do you wear?”

  “Something that looks a lot like what Tabitha’s wearing. I’ve dressed down when I’ve been over at your house, but other times…”

  “So you’re really into cross-dressing then?” Mike asked without emotion or any indication of how he felt.

  “Yeah, you could say that.”

  “I noticed your hair is a lot longer than it was in June. I guess that’s part of it huh? Just how much cross-dressed do you get?”

  “Enough so people have thought I was a girl.”

  “So like skirts and everything?”

  “I have skirts, but I haven’t worn them outside the house. I wear something called a skorts. They’re shorts that look a lot like skirts and well, complementary tops. Even shoes that go with the outfit.”

  Mike looked into the distance.

  “Are you wishing that you’d have taken Todd up on the offer to sit with Hank and Co?”

  “Oh no, dude. I was just trying to imagine what you’d look like as a girl. That and marveling that Tabitha still wants to be your girlfriend. You gotta admit that it’s an unusual arrangement.”

  “That it is. You’re welcome to join us sometime, but you needed to know that.”

  “I'm in dude. I didn’t dump you like Todd over the pantyhose. I told him pantyhose or not you were the same person you used to be and you were my friend. If that’s true about pantyhose, then it’s true for skorts and all the rest.”

  Julie went to the food court to find Aaron. He wasn’t there, so she sat and began to eat without him. She hadn’t taken her second bite when he showed up.

  “Hi, sorry I’m late,” he said as he sat down. “My last customer was a ditzy blonde and couldn’t make up her mind. She went back and forth between three different pairs. She must have tried each of the on a dozen time and spent five minutes in front of the foot mirror each time.”

  “Are you sure? At that rate you’d have to skip lunch all together.”

  “OK, so I exaggerated. It was only six times and two minutes in front of the foot mirror. But still I’m ten minutes late for lunch because of her. I didn’t even get what I wanted for lunch. I just chose the shortest line.”

  “I’m glad you made it. You know this is my last week full time. Starting Monday I’ll cut my hours to four to six after school. So our lunches are gone until next summer.”

  “I know. We’ll just have to see about dinners on Friday and regular Saturdays.”

  “We need to work out something. If Tyler and Samantha can’t make it, then we’ll have to see about getting Jamie and Tabitha to do a matinee. And before you say anything, we don’t have to sit in the same part of the theater.”

  “You mean that we can still sneak a kiss during the slow parts of the movie.”

  “That’s what I had in mind.”

  “So you think that Jamie and Tabitha won’t be doing the same thing?”

  “I don’t know. I do know that he kissed Megan, so there’s no reason to think he won’t or hasn’t kissed Tabitha.”

  “Tyler says he’s sure that in the tunnel of love at the fair, he saw them sucking face.”

  “That would explain the moonstruck look on their faces the rest of the day.”

  Lucille was out front when Jamie and Tabitha left the Fabric Barn on Friday.

  “I’m really sorry to that the two of you have to go back to school. I thought I was doing a favor when I hired you Jamie. Don’t get me wrong. I needed someone to handle unpacking freight. And you contributed a valuable service restocking the partials. When I promised you that if you did good I’d give you more hours I really thought that you’d merely be OK at your job. But you exceeded my expectations. Where you’ll really be missed is receiving freight. You did as well as any experienced receiving clerk I’ve ever worked with.

  “And you, Tabitha, when I advertised for a part time worker, I was hoping for someone with experience in the fabric business, but you were the only one to apply. You stepped in and in two days you picked up the customer service part and in less than a week we could turn you loose with the rest of the job.

  “You’ll both be welcome back next summer. Not this year, you’ll need a year to get your feet under you in high school, but maybe next year you can work after school, if you want.”

  “Well thanks, Lucille . I just might take you up on that. It’s been an experience working here,” Jamie told her.

  “Me too,” Tabitha agreed. “This is, er was my first job. My mother wanted me to know what real work was all about so she told me that I had to get a summer job. She's big on me growing up to be responsible. When I met you, I liked you and wanted to do a good job for you.”

  “Well, you did that, Tabitha,’ Lucille said as she hugged Tabitha. She then turned and hugged Jamie.

  Jamie’s grandma was in her car watching. At Jamie's request she had started giving Tabitha a ride home, saving her the bus ride.

  “Phone, Megan,” her mother called up the stairs.

  Megan roused herself from the funk she was in and went to the library to take the call.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey Megan,” Nikki said. “You weren’t at cheer tryouts today. What happened?”

  “I'm not going to do cheerleading.”

  “No worries, the coach said there will be another tryout after school starts. You can go to that one. There’s still spots open.”

  “I said, I’m not going to do cheerleading. I told you that before.”

  “Well, yeah, but that was before. You were all upset about Josh and the beach party and all. But school starts next week. You know you’re going to change your mind.”

  “I don’t think so. I plan to join the chess club and maybe drama. Anything but cheerleading.”

  “What’s wrong with you? You know you love cheering.”

  “That’s when I thought being around football players would be great. But Josh convinced me that wasn’t true.”

  “I still think you should reconsider that. It’s really no big deal and with the right guy it’s really great.”

  “I’ll pass.”

  “You realize you’re committing social suicide, don’t you?” Your whole social life has been as a cheerleader. All your friends are cheerleaders. You won’t be part of the A crowd anymore.”

  “Good. Look Nikki, I’m going to reinvent myself in high school. I’m going to devote my time to getting good grades. It’s time I gave up worrying about being popular and start worrying about what I'm going to do with my life when I grow up.”

  “But, Megan…”

  “Please, Nikki,” Megan cut her off. “My mind is made up. No need to try to salvage our friendship. We don’t have that much in common anymore. Bye.”

  Megan hung up and wished she believed that she really wanted to give it all up.

  It seemed strange to Jamie to be waiting at the bus stop with Julie. The last time they went to school together was his first year in middle school. His last two years of elementary, she was in middle school and then they shared a year and she was gone again in high school. Now they’d be going together for two years before she starts college.

  After the discomfort of freshy day, he had opted to wear panties under his boxers. The boxers would undoubtedly still bunch up but at least the panties would keep things from getting caught up in the folds.

  On the bus, Julie found a seat with some friends and Jamie claimed a seat several rows behind her. Mike got on at the next stop and sat with him. As he might have expected, Todd got on and frowned as he passed them on his way to the back of the bus.

  At school, he caught up to Tabitha and the three of them made their way to homeroom. All through the morning things were pretty much like any other freshman’s first day. No one gave any indication that they knew he’d worn pantyhose 24/7 the whole of summer break.

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  It wasn’t until lunch time that things took a turn. He was seated with Mike and Tabitha when Todd came along with a three guys that Jamie didn’t recognize.

  “Hey, Mike. You planning on hanging out all year with that?” he said, looking right at Jamie with scorn.

  It rankled Jamie as he was sure that Todd intended it to. It also seemed to bother Mike as well.

  “Jamie is my friend as much as you are. You and your new friends are welcome to sit with us,” Mike said.

  “I don’t think that I’m as much a friend to you as he is. You’ve chosen him over me.”

  “Look I didn’t choose anyone Todd, I’m still be willing to be friends with you, like before. It’s you that has pulled away.”

  Mike was getting frustrated. He could tell by his stance that Todd and his friends were there to cause trouble.

  “I thought I’d invite you to dump that fag and come over to our table so you could associate with some real men.”

  Jamie bristled even more and gathered himself to stand. But Tabitha laid a hand on his thigh and put some downward pressure. Jamie got the message and stayed seated.

  “You’d do good to do as Todd says,” one of the others told Mike. “When word gets around your best friend is a sissy, you might just as well start wearing pantyhose too,”

  “Yeah, Jamie, are you wearing pantyhose today,” the second one wanted to know.

  “At least he’s not trying to look like a girl today, like he was at the arcade during the summer. She was with him and the two of them convinced two guys to buy them cokes. I saw them,” the third one said.

  “So what’s it going to be Mike. Are we going to be friends or are you going to stay with that and be known as a sissy lover?”

  A crowd began to form. Out of nowhere Julie and Samantha were standing behind Jamie. Julie reached out and put a comforting hand on Jamie's shoulder and gave a light squeeze. He noticed that just down the way Megan was there, glaring at Todd and his buddies. Some of passers-by stopped near the opposing group making it look as if they were growing a following.

  Just then a faculty member walked up behind Todd and laid a hand on his shoulder.

  “Ahem! You boys are obviously freshmen. Were you here for freshman orientation day?”

  “Yes.”

  “In your packet, there was a student hand book. Did you look at it?”

  “Umm, no.”

  “You should have. If you had you’d have known that calling someone a fag or a sissy is against the anti-harassment policy. I think the four you had better accompany me to see Mr. Caruthers.”

  He then marched Todd and his buddies out of the cafeteria. The tension that had been building dissipated.

  “What was his problem?” an older guy who’d stopped by asked.

  All eyes went to Jamie. He looked around. His supporters were still there.

  “He objected to the clothes I wore over the summer.”

  “What business of that is his?” the guy asked as he and his friend walked away.

  Jamie reached up and covered Julie’s hand with his. Looking over his shoulder he caught her eye.

  “Thanks for being there for me sis,” he said. then glancing at Samantha, he continued, “You too Samantha.”

  “It’s alright…” Julie just barely stopped herself from calling him “sis” because their relationship had become more like that of sisters.

  Samantha put her hand on his other shoulder. She leaned in close to his ear so he was the only one to hear what she said.

  “Couldn’t let my best pantyhose buddy down in a crisis.”

  Julie and Samantha headed back to where they came from. Jamie looked around and caught Megan's eye. She looked at him, then at Tabitha and then back to him. She then looked down and walked away. Jamie thought she looked like she was about to cry.

  Jamie, Tabitha and Mike got back to their lunch only to be interrupted. A guy about Julie's age came over, put his books on the table and sat across from Jamie.

  “Hi,” he said, “I’m Larry Collins.”

  He put out his hand. Jamie tentatively took it.

  “Am I supposed to know you?” he asked.

  “Not likely, since you’re a freshman.”

  “So…”

  “So, I’m the membership chairman for the Pride Club. It’s my job to find new members and you’re a prime candidate.”

  “Pride Club? You mean like Bulldog Pride? Like in school pride?”

  Not exactly. More like LGBTQ+ Pride. We’re sponsored by the local chapter of PFLAG.”

  “How do you know I’m a prime candidate?”

  “Your reputation precedes you. You are on my list to find and invite to join us. This little confrontation made that easy.”

  “So, wait a minute. The school has a Pride Club and because I’m harassed about,” Jamie looked around and saw only Tabitha and Mike were listening, “wearing pantyhose you see me as a candidate for membership.”

  “That’s right, or as that bozo mentioned; other girl’s clothes.”

  Jamie blushed.

  “But that doesn’t make me gay.”

  “No, but the fact that you like to wear pantyhose and perhaps other girl’s clothes makes you transgender. You do know that the T in LGBT is for transgender, don’t you?”

  “I’m not so sure I even know what it means to be transgender. I know that old time Olympic Gold Medal winner… the one that hooked up with the Kardashians, had an operation when I was like five and turned into a woman. But I’m happy being a boy. I don’t want to be a girl or a woman.”

  “But wearing certain girl’s clothes assuages a need in you, doesn’t it?”

  Jamie thought a few moments.

  “I guess it does.”

  “There’s a lot more to being trans than getting gender affirming surgery. Needing to wear the clothing is a form of transgenderism. Since you need to wear them, you’re transgender.”

  Jamie looked at him and blinked. He’d never had it laid out in plain English like that.

  “I take it you didn’t read the student handbook either.”

  Jamie shook his head no.

  “You really should scan the no bullying section if you don’t look at the rest of it. You’ll find included, among all the other protected attributes, gender identity and gender expression. Gender expression includes you wearing girls’ clothing and make up. I’ve never heard of anyone doing so without declaring themselves to be transgender and transitioning, but you could wear a skirt to school and be protected from bullying.”

  Jamie wondered why did everyone jump to skirts when they talked to him about his unusual wardrobe additions. Was there something about him that told everyone he had three skirts?

  “Here,” Larry said, taking a brochure from his notebook. “The informational meeting is this Friday at three-thirty in the library conference room. You and your friends here and your sister and her friend who backed you are all welcome. You, my friend, have a lot to learn and the Pride Club is the resource that will help you learn it.”

  Jamie took the brochure and looked at it.

  “I hope to see you there,” Larry said as he stood to go,

  Tabitha and Mike crowded in on either side as Jamie looked at the brochure.

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             The PRIDE Club is dedicated to improving the
             visibility and committed to serving the West-
             Central High LGBTQ+ students. We work to,
             develop an affirming open and inclusive
             academic environment through educational and
             social opportunities. We advocate for the needs
             and concerns of LGBTQ+ students through
             various student-led initiatives. We seek to
             enhance the West-Central High LGBTQ+
             students and to create an open and affirming
             school.

             We welcome students from all disciplines,
             genders, sexualities, and identities and their
             supporters to be involved.

             If you are interested contact Mr. Jorgensen
             or email [email protected]

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  “Hey Megan,” Kim called out.

  Megan turned around and saw Kim hurrying toward her.

  “Nikki said you weren’t going to do cheerleading. That can’t be right. You live for cheerleading. You’re the best of all of us at it. Please tell me that she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

  “It’s true, I’m not going to do cheerleading.”

  “Why not? Just think of all the hunky jocks that you’ll be hanging around with.”

  “I have thought about that and that’s exactly why I’m not going to be a cheerleader.”

  Kim’s mouth dropped open.

  “You’ve got to be kidding,” she said. “Hanging out with the finest specimens of manhood the school has to offer is the reason you’re not going to be a cheerleader? But that would be the easiest way to hook up with Josh again. I have it on good authority that he’s willing to forget what happened at the beach party. But he won’t say just what that was. The Important thing is you can have a second chance with him.”

  “I don’t want a second chance with him; I don’t want any chance with him.”

  “But in your email, you said…”

  “That email,” Megan interrupted, “wasn’t my doing. My half-wit sister hacked my email and sent that. None of it was true.”

  “I can’t believe it,” Kim asserted.

  “Believe it,” Megan said. She turned and walked away leaving a bewildered Kim standing in the hallway while the rest of the student body walked by.

  Megan continue to her locker and was putting her books in a bookbag when he heard a voice she had hoped to never hear again.

  “Hey babe.”

  Megan spun around and saw it really was Josh.

  “We can still be friends. I know you didn’t ask that asshat to interfere. I don’t hold it against you. I’ll let you make it up to me.”

  Megan felt rage and fear in equal measure. She quickly put the last book in her bag and slammed her locker. She tried to walk away.

  “Where you going babe?” Josh asked as he stepped in her way.

  She stepped back and put her back against the lockers clutching her book bag in front of her like a shield.

  “I’m not going to make anything up to you, I’m glad Aaron kicked you ass,” she said trying to sound stronger than she felt.

  “That was a lucky punch. If I hadn’t been drinking he’d have never landed a punch and it would have been him on the ground.”

  Josh reached out to her as if to pull her to him.

  “Touch me and I’ll scream,” Megan told him in a loud voice.

  She was glad to see two older girls down the hall turn to look at them. Josh noticed her looking at them and glance over his shoulder. He realized with them watching he didn’t dare do anything. He held his hands up, palms facing her.

  “Don’t be that way, babe. I’m just trying to be nice to you. Really, there’s no hard feelings on my part.”

  “Too bad for you, there are on my part.” Megan gained a little bit of courage with those two girls watching them. “I’m going to walk around you and you’re going to stay out of my way,” she continued brandishing more bravado then she really had.

  Josh just stepped back with his hands still up as if in surrender and Megan walked around him toward the two girls.

  “Is he bothering you,” one of them wanted to know as she drew close.

  Megan found she was shaking like leaf in a twenty-knot gale.

  “Yes. Can you walk with me to the front doors?”

  The one who had talked to her shot a poisonous look toward Josh.

  The other one said, “Sure, honey, come with us.”

  They headed that direction but as soon as they were around a corner Megan lost it and nearly fell down as the strength left her legs. One on each side, the two grabbed her arms and nearly carried her into the girl’s bathroom.

  They opened the handicap stall door and helped her sit down. By this time Megan was sobbing. The first girl pulled off a big handful of TP and handed it to Megan. She buried her face in the tissue and let the tears flow. One of the girls put a comforting hand on her shoulder and the other bent down and hugged her.

  No one said anything until Megan had cried herself out and grabbed another handful of TP. The girl standing went to the sink and dampened two paper towels. She offered them to Megan, who gratefully accepted them. After she had cleaned up a little in front of the mirror, she turned to the two girls.

  “Thank you for helping me. I’d have been a puddle in the hall if you hadn’t helped me in here.”

  “Not a problem Hun. Who is that guy, an ex-boyfriend or something?”

  “Or something,” Megan said. “He’s Josh Martins. Last summer, he got me drunk and he…” she couldn’t go on.

  “Josh Martins; I’ve heard of him. He was the first freshman to make the varsity in twenty years. He managed to letter and thinks he’s hot stuff,” one of the girls said.

  “I’ve heard of him too. Him and his cronies think they’re God’s gift to women. He’s the worst of the bunch. Rumor has it that they’re trying to amass a haram of pass-around sluts and aren’t above a little force to get them to go along. Did he do that to you?” the other girl asked.

  “He tried, but my boy… ah a boy I know… his older sister was nearby and heard me protest. Her boyfriend stopped Josh and kicked his butt good. Then they took me home.” Megan laughed a sardonic laugh. “Seems that when I’m near Josh, I need someone to rescue me. Last time it was Julie’s boyfriend and this time it was you guys. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “Think nothing of it honey. Us girls have to stick together.”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  The three of them were walking toward the bus stop after school. All things considered; it had been a good day. Homework had been assigned, but it was mostly reading in English.

  “I didn’t know that West-Central had a Pride Club. That’s pretty cool,” Tabitha said.

  “You going to join, Jamie?” Mike asked.

  “I think we all should,” Tabitha said as Julie and Samantha caught up to them.

  “We should all do what?” Julie wanted to know.

  “Join the Pride Club,” Tabitha told her.

  “What Pride Club?”

  “West-Central High has a Pride club,” Tabitha told her.

  “I think I heard about that our freshman year,” Samantha said. “One of the girls in my gym class was in love with one of the other girls and they talked about the Pride Club.”

  “Isn’t that for gay people?” Julie asked.

  “No, it’s for all the LGBT group. Larry Collins talked to Jamie after you guys left at lunch. He’s the membership chairman. Show her the brochure, Jamie,” Tabitha said.

  Jamie reached into his backpack and brought out the brochure. Julie took it and looked it over.

  “We welcome students from all disciplines, genders, sexualities, and identities and their supporters to be involved,” she read out loud. “That’s kind of nebulas. Where does Jamie fit in all of that?”

  “My mother explained it all to me when she was working on her company’s diversity policies. The way that’s worded, ‘genders’ must include male, female and transgender. When they throw in ‘identities’ that would include gender identity. Larry said that the school’s anti-bullying policy protected gender identity and gender expression. He said that meant that if Jamie wanted to he could wear a skirt to school and he’d be protected from bullying.”

  Samantha, ever the jokester, smiled. “There you go, Jamie. You wondered just where you’d wear your skirts. Looks like they’re school clothes.”

  Jamie rolled his eyes and said, “Not likely. I’m not about to push the boundaries on that score.”

  “Wait,” Mike said. “You have skirts? Wow; you’re going all the way.”

  “How did the first day of high school go?” Megan’s mother wanted to know when she got home.

  “I don’t want to think about it.”

  “What’s the matter?”

  Megan scowled at her.

  “If you must know, Jamie’s got a new girlfriend, Kim was all over me about cheerleading and Josh harassed me after school was out.”

  “I sure that Josh just wants you to go out with him again. And what about cheerleading? You haven’t said anything about it. In middle school, you lived and breathed cheerleading.”

  “I’m not doing cheerleading anymore and I don’t want to go out with Josh.”

  “You should feel honored to have someone as popular as he is interested in you. He’s everything I would expect a boyfriend of yours to be.”

  “You set low standard for my boyfriends. Honestly, mother he showed his true colors at the beach party. And after that, I’m steering clear of him and his friends.”

  “OK, but what about cheer? When are the tryouts? I’m sure you’ll make the squad.”

  “Try outs were last week.”

  “You didn’t go. I’m sure you’re not the only one to miss them. Surely they’ll have another.”

  “Yeah, sometime this week, but I’m not going.”

  “Why ever not?”

  “I don’t want to do cheerleading anymore.”

  “But…”

  “If I was a cheerleader, I’d have to be around Josh and I already told you I’m steering clear of him and his kind.”

  Megan turned and stomped up the stairs to her room.

  Jamie decided that he’d do better in high school than he had in middle school. Not that he had done that poorly. Learning came easy for him, and while his overall grade didn’t show it he’d always got poor marks for doing homework. He didn’t need it to learn the subject, so he saw it as a waste of time, but Julie warned him that in high school most classes would count homework as fifty-percent of the grade. Even if he aced all other aspects of the class the best grade he could expect would be a D. If he wanted to go to college, he’d need at least a 2.5 GPA, 3.5 if he wanted to go to any really good college.

  With that in mind, he had set up a workspace in his bedroom to do homework and though, he only had some reading for English, he went straight to his room and sat down and started reading. He had a list of required reading books and had stopped by the school library and checked out a book. Since he’d read, “Tom Sawyer,” in the eighth grade, he chose, “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”

  After putting on a pair of nude to the waist suntan pantyhose and a skirt and blouse he sat down to read. He had come to quite enjoy wearing a skirt. It was totally unlike anything else he had ever worn. He even had thoughts about getting a dress to see if that was the same kind feeling. With those thoughts running around in his head, he was buried in the second chapter when he heard his mother call upstairs.

  “Jamie; dinner.”

  He was surprised that he was hungry. Putting a book mark in place, he hurried down to the kitchen. Dinner was already on the table. His mother and Julie wear already at the table as well. He slipped into his seat and noticed a Silver iPhone X next to his plate.

  “What’s this?” he asked, picking it up.

  “Julie reminded me that she got a cell phone when she started high school; that’s your cell phone. Now you have no excuse for not calling me when you’re going to be late. Plus it’s internet capable so you can use it to do research for school.”

  “But an iPhone? Aren’t they expensive?”

  “It’s used, or as they say, ‘Pre-owned refurbished.’”

  “I’ll help you set it up after dinner,” Julie told him. “I'm jealous. It’s better than my Samsung. I may have to upgrade. How will it look if my freshman brother has a better phone than I do.”

  “You’ll do it on your own dime. I didn’t get a deal on your phone and we paid monthly for your phone. It’s paid off now. I paid cash for Jamie’s phone.”

  Tabitha’s mother poked her head into Tabitha’s room and found her on her computer. Remarkably not gaming, but at some math tutorial site.

  “Hi Hun, did your first day at high school go alright?”

  “Fine mom. Did you know that West-Central High had a Pride Club?”

  “No, can’t say as I did.”

  “A guy, Larry something, talked to Jamie about it at lunch today. I guess there’s been talk about him wearing pantyhose and Jamie was on a list of people this Larry guy wanted to recruit him for the Club. Larry is the membership chairman.”

  “Is Jamie going to join?”

  “I think so. I know I am. It’s open to supporters as well as any of the LGBT+ students. I think his friend Mike and probably his sister and maybe her friend Samantha will as well.”

  “What do you know about the club?”

  “Larry said they were sponsored by the local chapter of PFLAG. He gave Jamie a brochure about it.”

  “I know the folks there. I conferred with them about terminology when I wrote the diversity documents for the company. I’ll have to give them a call and find out about the West-Central High’s club.”

  “Jamie,” Julie said, “do you have that brochure for the Pride Club?”

  “I put in my back pack.”

  “What Pride Club is that?” their mom wanted to know.

  “The school has a Pride Club and the membership chairman approached Jamie today at lunch to invite him to join.”

  “Pride, as in LGBT pride?”

  “Yeah. I guess that some kids have been gossiping about Jamie and he, the membership chairman, heard about it and he thinks Jamie is transgender.”

  Their mother looked at Jamie.

  “You know Jamie, there may be something to that. I know that I’ve prodded you to wear more than just pantyhose, but you’ve never objected to the clothes themselves, but only that someone would see you and think badly of you. Judging by what you’re wearing right now, what you chose for yourself, that is likely the case.”

  “Larry Collins seems to think that the pantyhose by themselves is enough. He said I have a lot to learn and that the Pride Club is a good place to learn it.”

  “So, does that mean you’re going to join?”

  “I think so. He said that Julie, Samantha, Mike and Tabitha would be welcome as supporters would be welcome to join too. If at least one of them joins with me, I will.”

  Larry stood outside the door to the conference room. On a small table next to him was a stack of information packets. He had contacted ten prospective members, but he hoped that the posters on the many bulletin boards throughout the school would bring in more than that. One of those posters was on the bulletin board next to the door. He had added a bright yellow arrow pointing to the door with the word “HERE” under it.

  He smiled as Jamie and his entourage approached.

  “Jamie,” he said, “I see you brought your posse with you.”

  He handed each of them a packet.

  “Go on in, help yourself to the drinks and donuts on the table and have a seat. We’ll be starting in about ten minutes.”

  Jamie went in followed by Tabitha, Mike, Julie and Samantha. His group nearly doubled the number of people there. He and Mike each grabbed a donut before the group sat in the back row of chairs on the left. He noted that they had chairs for about forty people. There was dais with four chairs behind it at the far end of the room. Two of the chairs had people sitting in them. Behind them tacked up on the wall was a rainbow flag. Jamie knew there were several pride flags with slightly different connotations, but he was ignorant of what that flag meant other than it was a pride flag.

  As the minutes ticked by, the number of attendees doubled again. They mostly came in in ones and twos. All told, twenty-six people showed up. There was an eclectic mix. Some of them look like they belonged in the group, but most just looked like any other student. There was a couple of girls with short hair, wearing jeans, boots and denim vests. They had no makeup and the only jewelry was the nose stud that one of them sported. They sat holding hands. Most of the attendees were boys. With the three girls in his group making up a good third of the girls in the room.

  Larry came in and closed the door, but leaving it ajar. He walked up to the dais a spoke to the two others there. A teacher came in and walked up front. He too spoke with the group behind the dais. Finally, the teacher took the end seat and Larry stepped up to the dais.

  “Thank you all for coming. Welcome. For those who don’t know, my name is Larry Collins. I’m the membership chairman. I personally contacted a number of you. I would imagine the rest of you are here at the invitation of one of them or in response to the number of posters around the school.

  “Just out curiosity, how many of you are here in support of some else here for themselves?”

  Jamie’s four supporters and two others held up their hands.

  “Excellent,” Larry said, “I want to assure you that in joining our group, you are a vital part of the organization. There are no second-class members. You are free and are encouraged to become involved.

  “Our regular meeting is held in the staff lunchroom just off the main cafeteria on the third Monday of the month at three-thirty. That’s this coming Monday. I look forward to seeing you all there.”

  As he was speaking one last person slipped into the room and took a seat in the back row at the far right. Jamie caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t think too much of it. he supposed that since a lot of the LGBTQ+ were in the closet, it just might be they needed to work up their courage to attend the meeting.

  “I’d like to introduce the officers of our club.” He turned and indicated a tall, obviously senior boy on the far left. “Our president Owen,” Owen waived. “Next to Owen, our vice president, Loren. Loren looked like a linebacker for a football team. Jamie learned later he was. “Last but not least, or faculty advisor, Mr. Jorgensen.

  “Mr. Jorgensen, would you like to make a few remarks?”

  Larry sat down and Mr. Jorgensen took his place.

  “I want you all to know that I’m just an advisor. These fine gentlemen are the ones who actually run the club. My job is to help make sure that the activities they, or more correctly, you all organize don’t run afoul of any rules or regulations.

  “I also want to assure you that the faculty here at West-Central High, have your back. We are all one-hundred percent dedicated to creating an inclusive, diverse learning environment in which each and every student can attend without concerns regarding the acceptance of who they are.

  “With that, I’ll turn the meeting over to the president.”

  The president and vice-president each gave a five-minute speech outlining the goals of the club and announcing the first couple of planned events. They both encouraged them to attend the monthly meeting and get involved helping at the events. They opened the floor to questions The last thing they did was encourage them to mix and get to know one another.

  The officers and advisor got up and mixed with the attendees. Jamie stood and looked around. It was then he noticed the late-comer was Megan. He froze as their eyes met. She looked sad, as if she might burst into tears at any moment. Jamie knew he had every right to be angry with her, but the look on her face softened his heart.

  Julie was the first to notice Jamie had ceased to move and was staring intently. She turned to see what he was looking at. Megan was dressed in plain black capris and a white top. She wore her hair straight and had no makeup on. Very unlike the fashion-conscious Megan from before.

  Jamie turned to Tabitha.

  “Ah, Megan showed up. I think I need to talk to her. Will you come with me for moral support?”

  Tabitha turned to look at where Jamie’s eyes went. She took Jamie’s hand.

  “She looks scared,” Tabitha said. “Why do you think she’s here?”

  “I don’t know. That’s why I think I need to talk to her. I don’t want to talk to her alone, so will you come with?”

This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  Tabitha nodded. “If she’s here to reclaim you as a boyfriend, she’s in for a fight.”

  “No worries,” Jamie told her. “That ship has sailed.”

  They started over to her and Julie caught his arm.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I think I need to talk with Megan.”

  “I hope you’re going to keep it civil. This isn’t the place to have knock-down-drag-out. Do you want me to come with you?”

  “No, Tabitha will be enough. I don’t want her to feel ganged up on.”

  Megan stood like a deer caught in the headlights as Jamie and Tabitha approached.

  “Hello, Megan,” Jamie said trying to keep his voice even. A thousand emotions were swirling in his chest.

  She bit her lip, then looked down.

  “Hi,” she said in a timid voice.

  “I’m surprised to see you here.”

  “I’m surprised to be here,” she said quietly, still looking down.

  “Why did you come?”

  “I needed to do something to, in some small way, make up for the terrible way I treated you. Your sister was right. You don’t deserve a girlfriend who cheats on you. That rules me out.” She looked at Tabitha. “I hope that Tabitha – that’s right, isn’t it? Tabitha?” Tabitha nodded. “I hope Tabitha doesn’t do that.”

  “No chance,” Tabitha said emphatically. “He’s my man, my one and only man!” she took hold of Jamie's arm pulling herself in close contact with him, possessively.

  “I can see that.” Megan looked back at Jamie. “That email, did you see it?”

  “My sister told me about it.”

  “I didn’t send it. Melissa hacked my email and sent it in my name. You need to know you weren’t a mercy case. I really did, do, like you. But while I enjoyed your company and found you interesting, the only thing we really had in common was the pantyhose. We’d have broken up once I got to high school anyway. From what I’ve heard about Tabitha, you two have a lot in common; like you were made for each other.

  “Look if my being here makes you uncomfortable, I can leave. I just wanted to show my support for you and all these others, to be true to yourself.”

  Jamie considered her words.

  “No, you have as much right to be here as anyone. If you want to join the group, I’m sure they’ll be glad to have you.”

  Megan walked into the staff lunchroom Monday afternoon, not really knowing why she was there. It seemed like maybe becoming associated with a not so well accepted group was penance for the terrible way she had treated Jamie.

  She stood just inside the door, a little to the left trying to make up her mind to go ahead and sit down. As she scanned the room she saw Jamie and his crew up near the front. Her heart wrenched. She blew her chance to be a part of that group. She was ready to walk out went the two girls who’d helped her after her confrontation with Josh, walked in holding hands.

  “Oh, hi,” the first one said.

  “Fancy meeting you here,” the other one said.

  “Hi,” Megan said timidly.

  “We never introduced ourselves when we met before. I’m Charlene and this is my partner, Kristen.”

  “Hi, I’m Megan.”

  “You look a little lost. Don’t worry. Most everyone here felt that way at their first meeting. But you know us, if you don’t know anyone else,” Charlene told her.

  Megan look at Jamie and his group.

  “Do you know them?” Kristen asked.

  Megan waivered a bit on what to say. She had to unburden herself about it all and her mother was not the one and she had no friends any more.

  “You guys helped me before. I need someone to talk to. Will you help me again?”

  “Yes, we’ll help you. What do you need to talk about?” Charlene asked.

  “It’s a long story. But I need to talk about how I know them,” she nodded toward Jamie, “and why I’m here.”

  “The meeting is about to start. Why don’t we sit down. There’ll be a time for new members to get acquainted at the end. We can split after that. We’ll take you for a coffee at Starbucks and give you a ride home after,” Kristen suggested.

  Jamie looked around. There must have been fifty people in the room and more coming in. He had gotten there early and was greeted by Larry Collins.

  “Jamie, I’m glad to see you and all your friends here. You know you are unique what with the size of your support group. I don’t know all their names.”

  “Well my sister’s name is Julie and her friend is Samantha. My buddy’s name is Mike and this,” he said putting his arm around Tabitha, “is my girlfriend, Tabitha.”

  “Nice to meet you all. It’s really good to see all of you coming out in support of Jamie. The majority, outside of the LGBTQ+ folks in this group, don’t have anyone at school to support them. about a third of our membership is supporters. Usually one or two per.

  “Somehow, I see a lot of potential in you and your friends Jamie. Stick around after for the social time and I’ll introduce you to the movers-and-shakers in the group. The business meeting will be short. We’re primarily a social organization. The idea is to let us know we’re not alone.”

  They had given their orders to the barista and were sitting at a table in the back of the room. they made small talk while they waited. When their names were called Kristen went to fetch the drinks.

  Setting them on the table, she said, “OK woman, spill you’re guts. You’ve got a story inside of you and it eating you alive. So spit it out so you can heal. Are you a closet lesbian? If so it’s OK. We all were at one time or another. We’ll support you and help you come out when the time is right.”

  “No, I’m not a lesbian, in the closet or otherwise. I’m a terrible person.”

  “That’s pretty harsh.” Charlene said. “I doubt that you’re as bad a person as you think you are.”

  “I know I don’t deserve any friends and I sure don’t deserve a boyfriend.”

  Kristen put her hand on Megan’s.

  “Why don’t you just tell us the story? It’ll do you good.”

  Megan told them about how she had discovered Jamie wore pantyhose and how she had found it interesting; how that was their basis of the friendship; how she’d deluded herself and Jamie into thinking it was more. Then she went on to describe how she got involved with Josh and what a disaster that was. She told them about Melissa’s plot and email to ruin her relationship with Jamie.

  She ended her tale of woe with, “The worst part is I think I love him now. But he’s got a new girlfriend that’s so much more suited to him than I could ever be. So I can’t interfere with that relationship.”

  “Wow, that’s quite a disastrous adventure. It’ going to take some time to get over that,” Kristen observed.

  “But why did you come to the meeting today?” Charlene asked.

  “I’m not sure. But I think it’s a form penance. You guys know better than I do that people who are in the LGBTQ+ group aren’t well accepted by the rest of society. I was in the A group as a cheerleader so becoming associated with LGBTQ+ brings me from the top of the social ladder to very near the bottom. I guess it’s a kind ‘walk a mile in some else’s shoes.’”

  “OK, kiddo, we’ll be your BFFs while we’re here and help you find your way out of the quagmire that you feel you’re in.”

  Jamie walked away from the meeting with phone numbers and email for ten new friends. He’d never have thought he’d have that many friends at one time.

  “Can you believe it?” Mike wanted to know. “There were two other cross-dressers in the group and must have been four transgenders and two of them were going to school as girls.”

  “I know,” Jamie said. “I thought I was totally unique. What’s more, they all said the same thing. They all thought they were the only ones until they got on the internet or joined the group.”

  “So, Jamie, when do I get to see these skirts that you own? I’ve heard about how you, multiple times, have done a fashion show for all your supporters but me.”

  He sent a text to his mother.

  “Mom. Can I invite Mike to dinner Saturday?”

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   Is this the end of Jamie’s story? Are there no more adventures for Jamie, Tabitha and Mike? And what about Magen?

   The answer is obviously no. Jamie has all of high school, college and beyond ahead of him. He’s fortunate in that his family and close friends know about what’s going on with him and support him. However, the title of this series is “My Summer in Pantyhose” and the story line has covered the span of time from the first week in June, to the second week in September. Summer has come and gone, so this is the end of the tale, but Jamie lives on.

  Dear readers, I always strive to leave my readers wanting more. That leaves room for you to make up the rest in your own mind. Enjoy!