Charlotte's Niece

by Pamela

pamelapamela@hotmail.com

  

Chapter 4

 

The next day my mom and Lei left around noon to attend a baby shower being given for one of my mom's friends. I would have the better part of the afternoon to myself. All morning I had been anxiously awaiting their departure.

Peeking out my bedroom window with a view of the parking lot below, I saw my mom pulling the car out of our assigned spot, and heading off down the road. All was clear. With heart thumping I entered my mom's bedroom. The dresser was against the left wall, and a large four-poster bed was to the right. I glanced around the room. The bed was neatly made and the top of the dresser contained several perfume bottles and framed pictures in perfect order. On the night stand next to my mom's side of the bed was the issue of Cosmo Charlotte had given her, with a cloth book mark hanging out of it. Taking care to note its position on the table, I opened the magazine to where the book mark was, and, sure enough, it was on the page with Dr. Mary's advice column.

The discovery made me ill. I put back the magazine and went back to the living room to sit down and think. I wasn't there for more than a minute, when I went back to the bedroom, got the Cosmo, and sat down on the floor to look at it. With the magazine in my lap, I stared at the woman on the cover. Her arms were thin and her breasts large. The bra running around her side caused a faint dimpling of her skin. She had a haughty expression on her face; I imagined the man she would date; curling his hands over her breasts; burying his face in them. I wondered if she'd keep the same haughty look while he felt her up.

Carefully opening the magazine so as not to crease the pages, I looked for the "killer bra" section. It was not hard to find: ten pages of slender, large breasted women in lacy bras in a medley of pastel shades. The women posed seductively leaning against walls, sitting on beds, riding bicycles. Some were wearing matching panties, others were wearing corduroy pants or jeans. The last picture was of the same model as on the cover, wearing a different bra.

I got up and knelt on the floor in front of my mom and dad's dresser. I knew the left side was hers and that the top small drawers held jewelry and make up. Resting on my knees, I opened the second drawer down. I was greeted by a strong scent of perfume. A neat stack of bras was on the right side and panties on the left. Toward the back, and underneath the panties was something made of black lace which was scratchy to the touch. It was folded in half. Gently lifting up the panty pile to get a better look at it, I saw that garters were attached to it. I wondered what it could be.

The bras and panties toward the top of the piles were white. Near the bottom of the panties I saw a bright pink panty and some beige and blue ones. Halfway down the stack of bras was a black and two beige bras. The piles were so neat I was sure to mess them up if I tried to slip something out. I hesitated, debating what to do. I wanted to wear one of the bras. Perhaps one near the bottom of the pile would be OK. I started to lift up the pile, but then thought better of it. I closed the drawer and opened the one just below it.

This was filled with slips and nighties neatly arranged. My mom had many more slips then I had ever imagined. I guess she didn't wear them too frequently since I had never seen them in my bathroom hamper or anywhere else. The nighties looked ordinary, except the bottommost one. It was a delicate pink, with lace that spread out from beneath the pile. I noticed underneath the slips a large manilla envelope, with the word "Lei" pencilled on a corner. Curious, I slid it out of the drawer without disturbing anything. It was only fastened by a clip, which I opened and looked in. There was a white bra and next to it a black and white photograph. I took out the photo and saw an image of Lei. She looked to be about 12 years old. She was wearing only jeans and a white, lacy bra, and was smiling and even laughing. She seemed to be in the backyard of a house. In fact, it was a summer cottage where my family had spent some vacations. On the back of the photo, in my mom's handwriting was written, "Lei in her first bra. When taking the shot, her dad was singing: 'this could be the start of something big...' If she's like me, it certainly will be!"

I stared hard at the photo for a long time taking in its every detail. I couldn't imagine where I was when the picture was taken; perhaps playing with some of the local kids like I used to do. It was a nice bra. Thin straps clung to Lei's thin body. The lacy cups seemed to hold onto her budding breasts. She looked sexy and proud. I reached in the envelope and took out the bra. It was the same one as in the photo, a bit worn but still in good shape. The cups were lined with a light, foamy padding. So this is what a padded bra looks like, I thought. I took off my shirt and put on the bra, stood up and looked in the mirror over the dresser. I could feel the cups gently holding my breasts. It was indeed a nice bra. It had a very different look than my mom's bras.

I ran to Lei's room and into her bathroom to her hamper hoping to find other things I could wear. To my disappointment, the hamper was almost empty. However, on the very bottom next to a towel I saw a pair of rolled up panties. They weren't completely clean, but I put them on anyway.

I stood up and looked at myself in a long mirror behind her door, as I imagined Lei had done that first day in her new bra. My mom probably would have initiated the idea of the photo; she was the nostalgic one in the family. An odd idea, particularly to have my dad as the photographer. I couldn't imagine wearing a bra in front of him. Lei would surely have protested.

I decided to check out her dresser and opened up the second drawer from the top. It contained bras and panties, jumbled up the way I would have predicted, knowing how Lei kept her room. The next drawer down had nighties and on the very bottom a slip neatly folded. Lei never probably ever wore it, and I took it out and, trying to memorize how it was folded, opened it up slowly and then stepped into it. It was white with small, faint pink hearts. I went back to my mom's bedroom and opened the Cosmo to the killer bra section and sat on the floor reading the descriptions that went with the pictures.

Taking the magazine, I got up and went to my bathroom, put the Cosmo on the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. I loved Lei's padded bra. Her breasts would certainly never fit into it any more. The lace on the front was pretty. It fit me well. From the side you'd never know I didn't have breasts. I ran skipping in my little outfit back to my mom's room, got the photo of Lei and went back to the bathroom. I tried to exactly imitate Lei's pose in the picture. My hands clasped happily in front of me, my torso slightly twisted, my head tilted back an inch or two with a gleeful look.

It wasn't yet right since Lei was wearing jeans. I took off the slip, ran to my room and put on my Mudd's and went back to the bathroom and once again assumed Lei's pose. It seemed like I looked the same as Lei, down to every detail except she was prettier, and her hair was longer. I wondered how she knew it was time to begin wearing a bra. I imagined the conversation:

"Mom, Anne and some other girls started wearing bras and I need to also!"

"Are you sure? Let me take a look." Mom would stop everything to take a fresh look at Lei. How big would her breasts have to be for mom to agree with her?

"I think you're right Lei, I hadn't noticed but your breasts are developing. From the side I can see a tell tale bulge. And your nipples are visible through your blouse. Do you feel your breasts sway when you walk?"

"Yes mom, and when I run they bounce!"

"Who else besides Anne has started wearing bras?"

"Claudia and Jane!"

"Not too many. Then you'll be one of the first!"

"So must have you mom!"

"I suppose you're right. They started early and didn't stop until they were too big!"

"I hope my breasts become as big as yours!"

"They probably will. Grandma had the same breasts and so did her mom, from everything I hear."

"When can I get my bra?"

"We're leaving for the cottage the day after tomorrow. There's no time to take you shopping here. How about I take you to the outlet mall near the cottage?"

Looking dejected, Lei would say, "OK, I guess I'll have to wait!

But I can't wait to pick out one, and one with padding!"

"Why does every girl nowadays always want padding! You'll have more than enough in no time!"

"I just want to have a shape!"

I looked down at the bra. Lei must have seen it on the rack and decided it was one she liked. She must have been anxious to show it to her friends. I wondered if she wore it home from the store and if the straps bothered her. I imagined my dad and mom out in the backyard, my dad telling jokes and Lei proud of her new womanly shape. Now look at her today, she could fill up the cups of her first bra ten times over. I spent a long time gazing at myself in the bra. If I were to have a first bra, this would be a pretty good choice. It was definitely pretty enough, but it also seemed kind of grown up. It was a real bra, no question about it; not just a play acting bra like eight year old girls might wear.

For the life of me I couldn't recall the time when I first realized that Lei had started wearing bras. I suppose if I thought about it at all, I would have thought that she had always worn them. I do, however, remember when I started seeing that the girls in my class at school began wearing them. Especially Penny, pretty Penny. Two years ago I saw her bra through the arm hole of her blouse as she was going up the stairs at school. Her bra had been a pale shade of blue and covered with a very fine lace. She had seemed kind of flat. I wondered if that had been Penny's first bra.

I went back to Lei's bedroom and saw the new bras lying on her dresser with the tags still on them. I took off her "first" bra and put on the prettiest of the new ones. There was no padding and there was underwire and the lace of the cups bunched in against my flat chest showing nothing. I reached in Lei's panty drawer and took out four panties and stuffed two each in the cups, taking care that they were completely in. I minced back to the bathroom and was amazed at the difference in the mirror. My chest felt enormous now, and I felt womanly.

I took off the jeans and put the slip back on, and after carefully bunching it up and holding it in my left hand, I took out my penis through the right leg hole of the panties, wet my hand from the faucet and touched the soap bar. I started stroking my penis. The pleasure was intense, from the side the stuffed bra gave the illusion I had large breasts, I liked the feel of the bra pressing gently on the sides of my chest. I came, letting out a yelp of pleasure, followed almost immediately by disgust. I took off the slip, panties and bra, leaving them on the floor, shut the lid of the toilet and sat down on it.

Suddenly panic stricken that maybe Lei and my Mom would unexpectedly come home, I raced as fast as I could to put everything back as I had found it: Lei's new bras to the dresser top, clean panties in the second drawer, dirty panties in the hamper and the slip folded up neatly and back under the nighties. Her first bra and the photo I put back in their envelope and very carefully fit them back into my mom's slip drawer.

The last detail was the Cosmo, which I no longer remembered how I had found. After trying out several positions, I took one which seemed most familiar and went back to my bedroom. The whole episode had not taken very long, my mom and Lei would not be back for hours. I thought of going back and putting on Lei's first bra again, then a pang of disgust and then I opened up a book to read. Then I remembered that soon I'd be wearing white panties everyday. That definitely would be weird. I got back to the book.

After an hour I jumped up to double check both bedrooms to make sure I hadn't left anything out.

 

That night I had a dream in which I think I was wearing a white bra just like Lei's first bra. It was summer, I was in a house somewhere, an old wooden house, much larger than our summer cottage. There was an upstairs. I was upstairs in my mom's bedroom and I was wearing the bra and some white lace panties. Lei was suddenly in the room or hallway and I knew she saw me, but she wasn't saying anything. I felt a little embarrassed, but then got over it. I knew I was supposed to go downstairs to be photographed. Dad was photographing everybody. I started slowly down the stairs, getting more and more nervous about anyone seeing me in the bra. I heard my dad calling me. Suddenly the downstairs was crowded with people, I started moving through them, friends of my mom and dad and complete strangers, and I was not quite sure that they were noticing me or not, though the feeling of embarrassment was persistent. In the dream, my rational mind tried to make sense of the situation: "they are either noticing and don't care, or I am invisible." Then I have a flash of insight in which I realize that they aren't noticing the bra because I am supposed to be wearing a bra and panties. The realization makes me happy. I can't seem to find the way outdoors, and the guests are nervously waiting for me to get to my dad since he keeps calling for me. I am moving more frantically through the guests looking for the doorway which I can't seem to find. Everyone is now looking at me, particularly at my bra, and I see many amused expressions and shaking of heads. I want to take off the bra and panties, but there is nowhere private to go and I know that I can't show off my penis. On top of that I have a terrible urge to pee, and I can't find a bathroom anywhere. I'm thinking of turning my back to everyone and using a corner of the room, when I wake up.

When I awake again the next morning I have forgotten the dream, but it suddenly comes back in a flash. As vivid as it had been the night before.

 

The day before I was to go to Charlotte's my mom came into my room and sat down on the bed. This was not at all typical, and I nervously awaited what she had to say.

"Greg, honey, I thought we should talk before I go away."

"What about mom?"

"What do you think? You'll be away from home for the longest you've ever been; I want to make sure that you're going to be OK."

"I'll be fine."

"I know you will, but I just want to make double sure that you're OK with the arrangements."

"Well I am a little concerned about staying with Charlotte!"

"Because of the other day?"

"Yeah, well I thought that she was sort of being kind of demanding, or commanding. You know like in the restaurant. I didn't have any time to pick from the menu and she was ordering for me!"

"Greg, she was only trying to help you out with the difficult menu. It was a little too advanced for your French!"

"Well it seemed she could have given me more time to figure things out."

"Greg, I know Charlotte very very well; she has become a dear friend to me, particularly during this long absence of your dad. Just see how generous it is of her to watch you kids so I can be with your dad for a couple of months! Isn't that nice of her!"

"I guess so."

"I know so, and you will also benefit; you'll be right next to NYU and can devote more of your time to your studies."

"I know, I know. I'll be OK!" My mom gave me a look and I added, "and I'll be real nice to Charlotte."

"That's great! I want you to do everything she asks of you: help clean the apartment, help with dinner, with setting the table. Whatever! OK?"

"Yes mom, you don't have to tell me that!"

"Good. I know you are quite a young gentleman. Your dad and I are very proud of you!"

It looked like the conversation was about over, when she added, "oh, I almost forget, there's one other thing. Last night I spoke to your dad and described our day with Charlotte. He thought the scene of you trying on the panties was pretty funny, and he's sorry he missed it. Anyway, he thinks that Charlotte is getting a bit too ahead of herself on that one - I mean he had no problem with the jeans since lots of kids in London are into the unisex look - but he thought that wearing panties could be easily misinterpreted. I agree with your dad, but I know Charlotte pretty well and I think she'll buy you the panties no matter what. So I think your father and I feel that you should politely accept them, you know, thank her, but then keep them in your drawer and not wear them. OK?"

"What if she forces me to wear them?"

"Greg! What a thought! How could you think that Charlotte would ever do a thing like that!"

"I'm sorry, but it seemed like she really cares about having me wear the panties."

"Yes, she cares, but not in the way you think! Look, Greg, I hope you don't give Charlotte any trouble! She's a very considerate and kind friend to all of us, and it is just completely wonderful of her to watch you and Lei! So lets be totally appreciative? OK?"

"Yes, mom!" I said with some irritation. I could easily imagine her snooping around to see if I was wearing the panties or not. "It'll be great mom. Just go ahead and have a nice time in London, I'm sure the summer will work out. I really do like the fact I won't have to commute." I was also thinking about Linda who lived in the same building, except she had said that she had a boy friend, Mike, or something like that. Maybe they had broken up and there would be a chance for me to date her.

That night I tried to make sense of what my mom had said about my dad: "he thought the scene of you trying on the panties was pretty funny, and he's sorry he missed it." Like I would ever be caught wearing panties in front of my dad!

 

On Sunday Lei and I moved into Charlotte's apartment. Everything I needed fit into two large suitcases. My mom took us in the car, even though she normally tries to avoid driving in Manhattan. Her flight to London was booked for that evening, and she had to get back to finish her own packing and close up the apartment for the summer.

At Charlotte's my mom didn't linger a minute. She said a rushed thank you to Charlotte, kissed her on the check and was out the door. I remember feeling sad when my dad had left for London, and I couldn't help but have an empty, sad feeling knowing that both my parents were now away. It was some comfort that Lei would be with me for a week, but after that, when she left for out West, who knows what I'd feel. By then hopefully I'll have some new friends at NYU and I'll be absorbed in my summer research project.

Charlotte was in very good spirits, positively delighted to have the two of us. I supposed that being a single woman, she had few opportunities to spend time with young people, and especially to be helpful to them. Perhaps this was going to turn out pretty well I thought.

The first order of business was to get Lei and I settled in our respective bedrooms. Charlotte led us down the hallway to the first guest room. It was on the right side, opposite to the doorway to Charlotte's master bedroom. She opened the door and ushered us inside. It was beautifully furnished in avant garde furniture, every bit as nice as the living room. There was a wonderful red and black lacquer book case and a black lacquer single bed and matching dresser. A small oriental carpet was at the foot of the bed.

"What a beautiful room!," Lei exclaimed, and I joined in to add my agreement.

"Why thank you," Charlotte said, "I had it all done with Roche-Bobois furnishings, it sure cost a pretty penny! Come, let me show you the other room. Its a bit larger and has a private bathroom."

We followed her to the next room down the hallway from her bedroom. Stepping inside I was overwhelmed by a riot of pink and white colors. Frilly pink curtains were on the window, the bed coverlet was white with pink roses and lace. A doll wearing a puffy pink ballroom dress with layers upon layers of crinolines decorated the center between the two pillows. The dresser was white with pink hearts at the corners. The floor had plush, rose colored carpeting and slightly pink wall paper with thin white lines and sprays of daisies. Through a doorway, was an adjoining bathroom, with pink tiles, toilet, tub and wall paper. I was shocked and so too must have been Lei, since before I could utter a word she said, "this is too fancy for me Charlotte! I'm taking the other room!" and she darted down the hall to the living room to get her luggage and move it into the other bedroom.

I ran after her, "Lei! Lei! that's not fair. You're a girl, you should have that bedroom." Turning to Charlotte I said, "Charlotte! she can't do that. Why should I get the girl's bedroom?"

Charlotte was taken off guard, or so it seemed. "Now Greg," she said, "Lei will only be here a week."

"That doesn't matter. Anyway, you could say the same thing to Lei."

"Lei," Charlotte said, "Greg has a point there. Perhaps its not fair to force him into that room, though I never thought about it before."

"But its too girly for me too. I'm sorry, but I just love this bedroom and Greg can have it in a week. Why should I not get a chance to stay in it, if he can have it for the whole rest of the summer?"

Even I sort of had to agree with Lei on that point. It was also enough to convince Charlotte of the wisdom of having me stay a week in the "girly" room as Lei had put it. "So, OK Greg?" Charlotte asked. "Will you spend the week in the pink room?"

I saw that Charlotte's face had taken on a somber cast and I wondered what she was thinking about. Thinking that Lei and I had caused her mood, I said, "I'm sorry for complaining."

"No, Greg, it has nothing to do with you. Its only that its been awhile since I thought about my niece. She used to stay in what you call the Girly room."

"I didn't know you had a niece," I said, "where is she?"

"She was, I must admit a little biased toward the frou-frou. She loved pretty things and I indulged her."

Charlotte appeared to have ignored my question and I was afraid to repeat it.

"Anyway," Charlotte said, suddenly brightening up, "now we have someone sleeping in the room again, giving it some life, and that's a good thing."

It dawned on me that her niece must have died and I felt awful for Charlotte. But it was also a little creepy to think that the things I could see in the room: the doll, the curtains and bedspread had all been selected by a girl who had died.

Finally, I couldn't stand not knowing what had happened and I meekly said, "she died?"

"Oh, no, no, no!" Charlotte said, "did I give you that impression? No, my niece is far away, and I better had not talk about her anymore, or she might not come home."

I couldn't figure out what that meant, so I excused myself to go to the living room to get my suitcases. I dragged them down the corridor to the room, entered it and sat down on the bed. The comforter was as pink and frilly as one could possibly imagine. I took a look at the doll and picked it up. In my whole life I had never seen a doll like that. I guess it was like a Barbie doll, the face was as pretty and it had blonde hair, though it was somewhat larger. The pretty dress looked to be hand crafted and had a fine zipper down the back which looked like it would work. I wondered what was underneath the dress. I heard a noise in the corridor and put it back where it had been.

On the other side of the room I noticed a small book case filled with books. I got up to take a look at the titles. They were teenage romance novels. I picked one out "My Sister's Bridesmaid," and read the first line: "Kathy Brown couldn't wait to call her best friend Phoebe to tell her the news. 'You won't believe it Phoebe, but Dana is engaged!'" Somehow it didn't seem like it would be too hard to figure out the plot. Putting the book back, I opened the top dresser drawer and saw it was empty. From my suitcase I put underwear and socks in the drawer and then opened the one below it. Here I put my shirts. As I opened the bottom most drawer to put my jeans away, I saw that it wasn't empty. It was filled with girls clothes: there was a pile of frilly panties, pink and white. Next to them were a number of bras folded up. These had lace and fabric with hearts and flowers. There were also stockings and some blouses and perhaps some slips and nighties. Like everything else in the room, the clothes were lacy, pink and white.

I shut the drawer and decided I had better not open it again. At that moment Charlotte came in the room saying, "I cleaned out the top two drawers of the dresser for you. The bottom one has some of my niece's things."

"Yes, I saw," I interrupted.

"Is it a problem for you? Do you need more room?"

"I don't think so," I lied since I didn't know where I would put my jeans.

"What about your jeans?" Charlotte said, noticing they were out.

"I'll put them in the closet."

"Well if you change your mind you can just move her clothes to the closet shelf."

"Thank you, Charlotte."

She seemed to be giving me permission to touch the clothes. I swore to myself that I'd never open that drawer in the next week.

"There's also a few of her dresses in the closet, but they only take up a little of the hangar space," she said this as she slid the closet door open. There to one side hung several dresses within clear plastic storage bags. Not surprising, they were white and pink with ribbons, lace and bows. Some had long skirts, some were short. In one bag hung a pink and white crinoline. On the floor were several pairs of girls shoes, including a pair of pink high heels whose straps formed a delicate pink lattice.

"I have only a few things to hang up," I said, trying not to react to the riot of feminine color in the closet.

"Oh, and I almost forget," Charlotte said and left the room, coming back in a second holding a brown paper bag. "Your panties, I was able to get them this week."

"Thanks," I said as she reached in the bag and took out three packages of panties. Two were white and the third was pink. "I know you prefer white, but they only had two of them. The pink ones have absolutely no ornamentation, so I thought I'd take a chance on them."

"Thanks," I said again, "I think they'll be OK." Since I wasn't going to wear them, I figured there was no point in complaining about them.

"Come let me show you the linen closet," she said, and I followed her down the hallway to a door next to the bathroom. She took out a large pink towel and handed it to me. "You'll be needing one of these. Do you use a wash cloth?"

"No," I said. I was slightly miffed because I glimpsed blue towels in the closet and wondered why she wouldn't give me one of them.

"Couldn't I have a blue towel?" I asked.

"Don't start that up again!," Charlotte said with some irritation. "The pink towels go with the pink bathroom!"

"I'm sorry," I said, realizing now why she had given me the towel.

"Hang the towel on the rack in your bathroom, and then I want to sit you and Lei down and discuss some of the house rules with you, and give you both keys."

I hurried off to put the towel away, while I saw Charlotte take a blue towel to give to Lei. Coming back, I waited for Charlotte and Lei in the hallway in front of the entrance to Charlotte's bedroom. I gazed into it through its open door. It had a huge canopy bed on a raised dais, like it was for a queen. The room was particularly large, with a number of oriental rungs scattered on the floor and various antique furnishings.

When Charlotte reappeared with Lei, she said, "and I was going to tell you that my bedroom is off limits!"

"I wasn't going in," I said.

"I didn't say you were. I just want to make clear that you, or Lei, should not enter, unless of course, I invite you in."

It seemed to me that Charlotte was making too much of a big deal about her privacy. I had no interest in going in her room, and I resented the implication that I would. I also knew that it was fruitless to argue the point, so I kept my mouth shut.

Lei and I followed her into the living room, where she said, "Now, let me find you both keys, so you can come and go as you please. You know, I'll be at work everyday until 6PM, so you'll be largely on your own."

After she got keys, she led us to the front door and showed us how to use it, like I don't know how to use a key! The key was for the lower lock. Above it was a deadbolt lock which was keyed from both sides, and I realized that she didn't give me a key to that. "What about the deadbolt?" I asked.

"You won't be needing that. The building in quite safe and we normally never have to lock it."

I wondered what she meant by "normally."

When we were seated with Charlotte she said, "I need to explain some rules to you so that we can avoid any problems. Are both you listening?"

"Yes, Charlotte."

"The first rule is that you have to help with the housework. Besides keeping your own rooms neat, you'll have to do some vacuuming, dusting, keeping the bathroom clean and helping out in the kitchen."

"We do all that at home," I said.

"I'm sure you do," Charlotte said with a slightly deprecating tone. "Anyway, Ethel will be here most days to supervise your cleaning. You'll report to her, when I'm not here."

"Sounds like the army!," I joked, but Charlotte ignored me. Lei gave me a sour look like I should be more serious. "Doesn't Ethel have to work?" I said.

"No, she doesn't. She lives in the building and will be able to drop in and check up on you both."

Trust did not appear to be one of Charlotte's strong suits.

"Of course you are not to have any friends over without my permission, and I want to reiterate that you must never go exploring in my bedroom! You can only go in there when I specifically tell you that you can. Do you understand?"

"Why would I want to go in it?" I asked with some resentment. Charlotte seemed to be accusing me of things I had no intention of doing.

"Boys are very curious."

"God, Charlotte. I wouldn't ever go in there anyway, but you don't have to act like I'm a criminal!" I was getting a bit hot under the collar, and a voice inside me was telling myself to calm down.

"Good, then I'm glad we understand each other. I'm sure we'll all have a splendid time together."

While we were talking, Lei had picked up the very same issue of Cosmo that my mom had borrowed and returned. Suddenly she started laughing, "Greg, here's an article all about you!"

"What are you talking about?" I said angrily.

"Some kid in Texas keeps wearing girls clothes and his mom's worried about it!"

"What has that got to do with me!"

"You're wearing panties and Mudd jeans, that's what!"

"I'm not wearing panties and its not the same thing! It wasn't my idea!" I was so angry I wanted to strangle Lei, but with Charlotte sitting there all I could do was clench my fists.

Finally Charlotte intervened, "Lei, you're not being fair to Greg. It was my idea and he has been very tolerant to go along with it."

"Well this article says some boys like to dress in their mom's clothes."

"Greg has not been dressing in his mom's clothes," Charlotte said, "you're referring to something completely different. And even if he were..."

"I am not," I said.

"I know you're not," Charlotte continued, "and even if he were, that's not so terrible: lots of girls borrow their mom's dresses or even bras and panties."

"Yeah, girls borrow them!"

"But some boys feel inside partly like girls. To them wearing girls clothes is natural, just a natural expression of themselves."

"I think its yucky and weird."

"Lei, I'm disappointed in you. It's not like you to be so inflexible! Why are you carrying on so?"

It felt good to hear Charlotte chastising Lei, and I added, "yeah, what's her problem?"

I saw Lei's face suddenly drain of emotion and she appeared to be thinking. Then she quickly blurted out, "mom thinks that Greg wears her bras!"

"That's not true!" I furiously lied. "She doesn't think that!"

"Greg! Calm down," Charlotte said. "Lei, there will be no more talk like that as long as you are staying in my apartment. If your mom believed that to be true, still, it is impolite of you to pass the information along."

That wasn't exactly the kind of rebuke I was hoping for from Charlotte. At the same time, Lei seemed to regard it as a victory since Charlotte hadn't rejected the assertion. Anyway, I told myself, it would only be a week with Lei. Even that would be too long, but I would manage it somehow.

 

Later that night as I watched the shadow of a bus in the street lamps arc across the ceiling of my bedroom, I visualized what I had seen in the lower dresser drawer and the closet. Charlotte's niece was certainly not shy about her love of pretty things. If I were a girl, I think I'd be a lot like her. I wished I could meet her.

  

  

  

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