Best Friends

by Theresa Denise Carter

 

"But, Mike, I don’t think that they’ll let you join the Brownies," my Mom said with a look of dismay on her face. "I’m sure that the Brownies are only for little girls and you’re not a little girl."

"But why can’t I be a Brownie?"

"Well, because it’s part of the Girl Scouts and in order to join the Girl Scouts, you have to be a girl. In any case you should join the Cub Scouts, it’s part of the Boy Scouts," she explained.

"But Mom, there’s no Cub Scout Pack near here and besides my friends, Diane and Tammy, go to the Brownie meetings and I want to too. Maybe I can just go to the meetings without actually becoming a member. Would that be alright?"

"Well," said Mom, "I suppose if it’s OK with Mrs. Simmons, the Brownie leader, then it’s OK with me, but I wouldn’t think that a six year old boy would want to be a Brownie."

"Well I do want to be a Brownie because they do all sorts of neat things and I want to do them too, with my friends! Could you please call Mrs. Simmons and ask? Please, please?"

Mom agreed to call and later that night spoke with Mary Simmons, the Brownie leader. Mrs. Simmons said that it was a little irregular, but seeing as my best friends were part of the Brownie Troop and there wasn’t any local Cub Scout Pack, she didn’t see any harm in letting me attend the meetings.

So that settled it and on the next Tuesday afternoon, right after school was out, I attended my first Brownie meeting along with Tammy, Diane and five other six year old girls from our neighborhood.

The meeting was held at Mrs. Simmons’ house and was so much fun. The girls and Mrs. Simmons treated me just like a regular member. All the girls wore their cute Brownie uniforms that consisted of a cute little light brown dress that came to just above their knees. They had also worn their uniforms to school that day so they wouldn’t have to go home to change before the meeting. On the bodice of the dress was the Brownie insignia and several of the girls wore the little Brownie beanie. I didn’t have a uniform, of course, because as a boy, I wore a white dress shirt and blue cotton slacks, just like I wore to school most days.

The first thing we did at the meeting was to recite the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag. We had to stand up straight and put our hands over our hearts. We also recited the Girl Scout Promise. I had to mumble through it as I hadn’t heard it before. I did, however, make a mental note to memorize it before the next meeting so I could be a real Brownie.

After the opening exercises we began work on a new project that would help toward achieving the Bluebird award. What we had to do was make a bead necklace. Mrs. Simmons had the materials necessary and it only took a few minutes to learn how to make them. When I finished I thought my necklace was one of the prettiest and I put it around my neck just like the other girls. After that all of us put on aprons to protect our clothes and learned how to make sugar cookies and even decorated them with icing and then wrapped them up in pretty packages to give to our Mommies. Wearing an apron was really neat ‘cause it almost looked like a dress from the front and it tied in the back in a pretty bow.

It was all so much fun, but oh was I jealous of all the girls. I just couldn’t understand why I couldn’t wear the same uniform as the other Brownies. It just isn’t fair that boys can’t wear the same things as their friends just because their friends happen to be girls, I thought. Heck, girls can wear any darn clothes they want and nobody says ‘Boo’ to them, but if I was to tell my Mom that I wanted a Brownie uniform just like Diane and Tammy, I’m sure she’ll say, ‘No! Boys can’t wear girl’s clothes. I don’t care if girls can wear pants and boy’s shirts and anything else they want to wear, it just doesn’t work the other way around.’

After the meeting Tammy, Diane and I walked home together carrying our knapsacks that held our books and the cookies for our Mommies. I was feeling sad because I couldn’t be a real Brownie. How I was feeling inside must have been evident to Tammy and Diane even though I tried not to show it.

"What’s the matter, Mike? Didn’t you have fun? Didn’t you like being a Brownie?" Tammy asked.

"Oh yeah, I had a great time and I can’t wait until next week’s meeting," I answered looking down at my feet with a dejected expression, "but I wish…"

Diane, sensing there was something wrong asked, "What’s the matter, Mike, if you had a good time at the meeting, why are you looking so glum?"

"Aw, it’s nothing really, at least nothing that anything can be done about," I replied as I wondered, ‘How can I tell them that I’d like to be able to be a real Brownie and be able to attend the meeting wearing a Brownie uniform’.

"C’mon Mike, I thought you and me and Tammy were best of friends," urged Diane. I nodded in agreement that we were best friends. "Well best friends don’t have any secrets from each other, so if you’re going to be our best friend, you have to tell us what’s wrong."

My tummy felt queasy. What if I told them that I wanted to wear a dress and they laughed at me, or even worse what if they got mad at me and I couldn’t go to any more Brownie meetings, or maybe they wouldn’t let me be their friend any more.

"Promise you won’t laugh at me and promise that no matter what I tell you that we will still be best friends and that you won’t tell anybody else what I tell you," I implored with a quiver in my voice.

"Sure, we both promise; you can trust us to keep a secret," said Tammy, "Remember when you accidentally put that big scratch in my Daddy’s car, I didn’t tell on you, did I?"

"And when I told you that I had a crush on Billy Mason, you didn’t laugh at me even though you think Billy’s a big dodo. So we promise that no matter what you tell us, we’ll always be best friends."

Taking a big breath, I told them, "Well I did really like being a Brownie today. It was really neat and lots of fun, but there’s one thing that would have made it even better than it was," I paused, thinking maybe I shouldn’t tell them and but then I plunged ahead, "but what I’d really like to do is to have a chance to really be a Brownie and wear a Brownie uniform just like you two. It’s so cute, but it’s a dress and my Mom says that boys can’t wear girl’s clothes. I just can’t understand why I can’t dress like a girl if I want to; it’s just so unfair," and I started to sob.

"Oh come on, Mike, don’t cry, please don’t be so unhappy," the girls said as they tried to comfort me. "We’re best friends and we’ll always be best friends," said Tammy, "but I don’t understand why you want to wear a Brownie uniform. It’s a nice uniform, but why would a boy want to wear a dress?"

Blowing my nose into the Kleenex that Diane gave me and drying my eyes on my sleeve, I hesitantly told them the rest.

"Well I just think that being a girl is a lot better than being a boy. Girls can wear whatever they want to wear; dresses, skirts, blouses, pretty shorts, in all kinds of colors, but boys only get to wear pants and shirts. Girls can wear pretty Mary Janes or flats or sandals or even high heels when they grow up, but boys can only wear plain dumb old boy shoes. Your clothes are so much softer and prettier. The way I feel about everything I sometimes think I should have been a girl, but mostly I’d really like to be able to at least try on a Brownie uniform."

Tammy and Diane looked at each other quizzically and Tammy said to me, "Listen, why don’t you walk ahead and wait for Diane and me on the bench at the bus stop. We’ll catch up with you in a minute."

"OK, but I hope that you’re not mad at me," I replied with a heavy sigh.

Diane assured me saying, "Don’t worry, Mike, we’re not mad, I just need to talk with Tammy for a minute before we discuss this with you."

I slowly shuffled up to the bench and sat there wondering if I’d done the right thing in baring my soul to them. Within a couple of minutes the girls joined me on the bench.

"Gosh, Mike, we never realized you had these feelings. Why didn’t you tell us this before? If that’s what’s making you so unhappy, I think we can help you out," Tammy comforted as she smiled at me.

"Yeah, if you’re going to be our best friend, we want to make sure that you’re not unhappy if there’s something that we can do to help you," encouraged Diane putting her arm around my shoulder and giving me a squeeze.

"I don’t think my Mommy or Daddy is home yet," said Diane, "C’mon, we can stop there and see what we can do to help make this the best Brownie day for you. ‘Cause we’re about the same size, you can try on my uniform."

By the time we got to Diane’s house my mouth was dry and my palms were wet with anticipation. Diane had said that I could try on her uniform if I really wanted to and, boy, did I want to. Her parents weren’t home, so we went up to Diane’s room. Tammy and I sat on Diane’s bed while she went into the bathroom to take her uniform off. In a few minutes Diane came back wearing a pair of pink shorts and a pretty white top. She was carrying her Brownie uniform.

"OK, Mike, here you go. You can go into the bathroom and put it on."

I took the uniform from her hand and quickly went down the hallway into the bathroom. Well here goes nothing, I thought, my first chance to wear a dress. My hands trembled as I took off my shirt and pants leaving my underpants on, along with my shoes and socks. My breathing was becoming ragged as I held up the dress trying to decide how to go about putting it on. The dress was one piece with buttons down the front to the waist. "How do I put this on?" I wondered. There were two options, either put the whole dress over my head like a long tee shirt or step into it through the button part and pull it up over my shoulders. I decided to put the whole thing over my head, making a mental note to ask the girls which way was the ‘girl’ way. My hands trembled as I fumbled with the buttons on the front. I couldn’t figure out why I was having trouble until I realized that the buttons were on the opposite side of the opening than on boy’s shirts.

There was a full length mirror on the bathroom door an in it I saw myself in girl’s clothes for the first time. Although with my short hair and clunky sneakers and baggy socks I didn’t look much like a girl, I felt fantastic. I turned first one way and then the other to see myself from different angles. I even did a little twirl so that the skirt part of the dress swung around my knees a little. My heart was really thumping hard and I couldn’t wait to show Tammy and Diane how I looked. I was a little afraid that they might laugh at me, but then realized that they hadn’t laughed at me when I told them my secret, so with a smile on my face I left the bathroom.

As I entered the bedroom the girls turned to look at me. My face was beaming. They both smiled at me with understanding in their eyes. Although the only change in me from a couple minutes ago was that I had put on a simple dress, they both seemed to understand that this person standing before them was not just a boy in a dress. This person was another girl; yes, he was physically different from them, but inside him was a kindred spirit, a sister. They both got up and came to me, put their arms around me and gave me a big hug.

"Oh, Mike, you look really great in your Brownie uniform," praised Tammy, "but maybe with a little help you can look even more like a girl."

"Yeah," added Diane, "how about we get rid of those awful boy shoes and socks. Here put these on." Diane handed him a pair of her white cotton socks and her pink running shoes. I kicked off my shoes and took off my socks and eagerly put on Diane’s.

"Mike, when you walked across the room I could see the outline of your underwear and your dress wasn’t moving very smoothly. How about you really see what it’s like to dress like a girl and put on a pair of my panties so that the dress won’t bunch up," Diane suggested.

I couldn’t believe my ears! Only a couple hours ago no one else in the world knew about my innermost desire to be a girl and now my two best friends had seen me in a dress and were asking me if I wanted to wear a pair of girl’s panties.

"Oh, yes, please! I’ve wanted to wear panties as long as I realized that I wanted to be a girl!" I exclaimed.

Diane went over to her dresser, pulled open one of the drawers and took out a pair of the prettiest little pink nylon panties that I had ever seen (of course as a six year old boy I hadn’t had the opportunity to see many pairs of panties, but under the circumstances they were the best I had ever seen).

"Then while we turn our backs, why don’t you take off those awful jockey shorts from under your dress and slip these pretty nylon panties on in their place?" Diane suggested.

"OK, but don’t peek," I said as I lifted the hem of the dress and pushed my Jockey shorts down and stepped out of them. As I slipped the panties on I noticed that they had delicate lace around the waistband and leg openings and that there was the cutest little bow in the front just below the waistband. I felt that they were meant for me. Oh, I felt so wonderful, so female! The panties were very soft and silky feeling as I ran my hands over my hips and bottom. After dropping the skirt, the girls asked me to walk across the room so that they could see the improvements.

"Would you like to try anything else on?" asked Diane.

I really wanted to, but wondered if I should push my luck, then decided against it, "Wearing this dress and your panties really makes me feel so good and I’d like to try on all of your clothes, but what you’ve done for me already is enough for today."

I wanted the good feeling I had right now to last forever, but all of a sudden I realized that it was getting late and that too soon I’d have to take off these girl clothes and return to my yucky boy things.

"Thank-you so much for understanding and letting me wear your clothes, Diane, but I’ve really gotta get home before my Mom gets worried about me," said Mike.

"Maybe we can help you again, if you want," suggested Tammy, "because the three of us are so close in size we can share our clothes with you any time you want."

"I know," suggested Diane, "although you sure can’t wear my Brownie uniform or my shoes and socks home, why don’t you wear those pretty pink panties home under your trousers? No one will be able to see them and you can even keep them if you want."

"Oh, can I, really? Thanks so much! You’re the best friends that a girl, er, I mean, a boy could have. You can’t understand how much this day has meant to me! Thanks for the panties, Diane, I’ll replace them as soon as I can when I’ve saved up my allowance."

"Don’t worry about replacing them, Mike, I’ve got lots of panties. They’ll never be missed. Hey, remember there’s another meeting next week; you can wear those panties under your trousers to the Brownie meeting and at least partially be dressed like the rest of us girls."

"Thanks again, you two are the best friends that I could ever have!" I said as I hugged both Tammy and Diane again before leaving. I walked home wearing my new panties under my slacks, with my Jockey shorts in my knapsack and a smile on my face.

 

 

 

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