The Pampered Boy 9 The Pageant Begins

Mom said, “It may be true that by doing things for you, you’re not experiencing the joy of it all. You’ll appreciate it if you become more responsible. It may even be better now that you’re in the beauty contest.”

In the coming days, Sienna made an earnest effort to learn what she needed to learn about hairstyling and doing her makeup. Tiffany, as well as Sienna’s sisters, coached her and liked Sienna’s progress.

They were now just a week away from the pageant, and Sienna was getting anxious and thought of not participating. Her Mom said, “You will do no such thing. You are getting the jitters like a bride before her wedding, that’s normal.”

“I know; I would be backing out if I thought this led to my becoming a bride.”

Mother said, “That just gave me an idea. How about a bridal gown for one of your gowns?” Mom thought, “You could use it as a talent and sing 'You Light Up My Life'.”

Amy spoke up, saying, “It might be worth considering if there wasn’t such a rush.”

Tuesday night, they had a gathering of friends and family who were helping with the coming weekend. Sienna had to try on the different outfits to see if everything fitted the same. Her waist had become thinner, making her breasts and hips look pronounced.

Her Father excused himself to check on Jake, her brother, “I’m not needed here, plus I’ll be out in the audience.”

Cassie Hayes, Tiffany’s Mom, and Dana Hart, Cassie’s Mom, were coming as chaperones, and there were adult assistants with her Mom. Ms. Susan Lane, the teacher, had become her voice and diction coach. The girls and the adult women were wound up, speaking a mile a minute.

There were a dozen shots, each with an ounce of wine to toast the adventure.

Half the students at school seemed to know of Scotty’s coming pageant. The teachers who knew were all congratulating her, except Mr. Murphy and Ms. Cratchet.

Thursday afternoon, Sienna enjoyed a salon appointment. She was royally pampered, having her hair styled, eyebrows shaped once more, a manicure, and a pedicure. Ronda her beautician advised her, “You need to see the weekend as fun, or it is going to weigh on you. You will work hard, and it can be tiring; enjoy yourself to keep your spirit joyful. And don’t be surprised if you see yourself as Sienna. This weekend, you are Sienna Haynes. Kiss the boy who’s your chaperone for the last dance.”

Mom, Staci, Amy, and she, Sienna, are one of many families or groups registering to participate in the Springfield Beauty Pageant for Boys. He and twenty-some other boys have to show that we are worthy of our participation. Director Maude Druthers is upfront and communicates, “This Pageant is celebrating seventeen years of recognition, and not everyone will meet the rules and discipline to participate. Among other things, there will be medical checks to verify that you are biologically a boy participating as a girl. You will be judged on charm, deportment, talent, speech, presentation, and congeniality. There will be times when you will be on your own. By this, we mean you will be on your own in doing your makeup and hair. You will select the clothing needed for that portion of the program without the assistance of others unless specified.”

Dr. Kelley Greene had him nervous as she checked to confirm that Sienna was the boy Scotty Haynes. She asked why my breasts filled my B-size bra cups. Having worn a bra so much and eating certain foods, as they were allowed, her flesh had gathered in the cups. The doctor was impressed that Sienna had the workshops and had a regimen of practice more than many of the other boys.

Sienna had time for a salad lunch, found her changing area, and was ready to prove she was worthy to be a participant in the official pageant. Amy encouraged her, reminding her that tomorrow she will have already been on stage, walked the runway in a gown, and spoken on stage, though it had been a smaller crowd. Today, participants only had to gain approval in two of the three areas and show the possibility in a third. I had received an A-plus from the officials. Sienna was now an official entrant in the Springfield Beauty Pageant for Boys.

Out of the twenty boys that started that afternoon, only nine of us gained the needed approval to join the thirty-five who were second or third time participants.

It was nice to have Mother and two sisters in the audience. They were able to take flash pictures and applaud, but were not to be vocal.

Come six p.m. Thursday evening, they needed to rehearse the song and choreography of the opening number, the pageant, and speaking to the MC, introducing herself, answering a simple question, walking the runway, and returning to her place on stage. They were finished and able to return to their rooms by 9:30. The official program would begin at noon on Friday.

Returning to their suite on the fifth floor, the full family and support team were there.

They were backstage getting her outfits and makeup set. The makeup for each presentation. Sammy was walking through in Sienna’s mind what she needed to do. Amy bumped Sienna, “Remember, as you walk through what you’re going to do that you’re a girl here. That with the 3” heels, your feet reach the floor when you are seated.”

Sienna looked to Amy, and Scotty knew that her big sister anticipated and what Sienna needed to do. Scotty, on his own, would have left Sienna mechanically doing the motions. With Amy echoing in her head, it was Sienna who went through the first presentation with the full group of beauty contestants. When it was her turn to meet with the MC, she stepped forward and met with Michelle Turner. Sienna took note of the auditorium. “Ms. Turner, it is awe-inspiring to meet with you before a full house.”

“Sienna, you are a first-time contestant to be a Pageant Princess; what piqued your interest to become a contestant?”

“I’m the youngest and a boy with three sisters. When my mother pampered me to be like them, a new world opened up to me. I loved being pampered, but it opened up a new world that I'm exploring. I like how much I’m learning. I love and respect my Mom, sisters, and girls a whole lot more.”

Michelle, “It looks like you could say more, but it’s time for your first walk down the runway.”

“Thank you, Ms. Turner.” She walked down the runway, waved to the crowd, and made connections with a person here and there. Sienna stopped at the end of the runway and waved. She had a relaxed smile as she waved to the whole crowd. She was enamored there, and it showed.

She was glowing once she was back in her position. Here she was, a boy not hiding, but showing himself off dressed as a girl. Wearing panties, a pretty dress, and makeup, and people cheering, with no judgment or ridicule.

Later, in the first day’s program, she was asked, “Name one of today’s issues and what’s your position on it?”

“I’d try to own my position, but instead of taking a side, I’d try to create a discussion, listening to as many sides as I could. I think society is becoming too divided. Not everyone is happy that I and other young teen boys are dressed as girls. I’ve taken some bumps, been hit, and been called some ugly things. It takes time and effort, and staying the course to gain the respect to be taken seriously. When someone is derogatory in public, I gain the respect and understanding of others.

‘I believe hate groups have gotten too much press, where some have waited too long for simple respect. My sisters shouldn’t need to go an extra mile to prove themselves, but they have, and I’ve learned as a guy, they have so much I can learn from them. My respect is now automatic, where I acknowledge it wasn’t before.”

Sienna sang and played a little piano as her first talent, using Carol King’s version of I Feel Like a Natural Woman. It was an old enough rendition; hopefully got a chance to stand or fall on its own. For the first evening gown, she wore an ivory gown with colored sequins that had three times as many subtle pink and champagne sequins as baby pastel blue sequins. It was her idea to add the sequins, and her teacher, Ms. Susan Lane, not only embraced the idea but also helped her hand-sew them on the skirt of the dress.

Contestants met with judges over the noon meal, and again at dinner at 6:00 p.m. Sienna was talked to at both meals. Her manners and etiquette had been complimented. Judge Stephen Johnson asked, point-blank, “I hear you were to have hand-sewn the sequins for this evening's gown? That will be shared as part of your presentation this evening, but I can’t believe you would have hand-sewn them all.”

Sienna is surprised that the question was asked, and wonders if there was some trick behind the question. Sienna replied, “Yes, it was my Teacher, Susan Lane, and I; it took us a Saturday afternoon and evening, and Sunday afternoon until we were done.”

Johnson laughed, “That’s what the dressmakers do.”

Sienna unapologetically said, “I didn’t have the budget that some others have.”

The Judge said, “Maybe you weren’t ready to compete then?”

Contestant Jan Adams said, “Isn’t that what the pageant is all about?” Johnson remained quiet after that.

There would be a swimsuit competition ending the afternoon program. Sienna’s Mother had stretched the budget and bought a small blue Lurex one-piece backless swimsuit made for the occasion. Sienna’s back was beautifully toned, and wearing 4” heels gave her legs and hips a nice, feminine appearance.

Sienna was shaken by Judge Johnson’s remarks. Amy sympathized with her and warned her. "You did well. You need to reassure yourself and smile before the evening program. Seemingly, the senior official had warned Johnson that he had ventured into a gray area with his remarks and question. What he had done came with no formal warning or remarks.

The group would be trimmed to fifteen contestants, come morning.

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