Michelle's Summer of Discovery

By Patricia Allen

Michael's mother won the lottery. You'd think that spring break would be full of fun and excitement, But not for Mike and his sister, Lucy. They spent it packing and helping good old mom move them onto a farm. The wholesomeness of farm living is exactly what she wants for her kids. Mike thinks the whole thing is right out of a Ma and Pa Kettle ;movie, but it worked out for him.

He had the freedom he never had in town. Here he could indulge in his favorite pastime. Borrowing his sister's clothes. It was kind of neat having an older sister. If she had been a little sister, he’d have had to get into his mom's clothes. Her taste in clothes was too much the older generation. Lucy was just three years older than he. That made her clothes just about the right size. Especially the older ones. He discovered when he was still in third grade, that it was great fun wearing her clothes. He started out with panties. It was innocent enough.

His mom and dad had just separated. She was an emotional wreck. The laundry wasn’t being done as regular as it might. Pure and simple, he ran out of underwear. The logical solution for him was to borrow some from Lucy. His mom was in her room crying so he didn’t bother to ask. He just marched into Lucy’s room and borrowed them. He discovered that he liked them. So he just kept borrowing until the laundry got done. By then he was hooked. He began to borrow even when he still had clean underwear. Then, he needed pajamas. He borrowed again. That wasn’t as much fun. Her pajamas were cotton flannels like his. The real difference was her tops were pullover and the bottoms didn’t have a fly. Aside from a few ruffles here and there, there wasn’t that much difference.

The next time, he went for a nightgown. That was fun. It was knee length nylon. He remember it well and still likes it a lot. Although, she had a few that he liked better. It was kind of like a first love. You always have a special spot in your heart for the first. That nightie was powder blue and sleeveless. It had rose studded lace for straps that bent to trim the neckline. On her, it was knee length. On him it was mid-calf. He liked it so much; he wore it for two weeks, before he put it in the laundry. It’s a good thing that his mom spent most of her time crying or she may have noticed that the nightgown was considerably dirtier than Lucy would have gotten it. That was two years ago.

On the farm, he could go outside. He sure couldn’t do that in the city. But there, the house was far enough off the road so that passing cars couldn’t see unless they stopped right in front of the driveway. Since he went to middle school and she went to high school they rode different buses that had different schedules it gave him time to himself to don the frillies and wander around outside. OUTSIDE. What a thrill, the sun on his face, the breeze ruffling his skirt. Yeah, this was really living. And he got away with it, right up until the time his mother caught him at it... twice and then his sister caught him as well.

Having tried conventional punishments, mom resorted to trying to overload his inclination to dress as a girl. He's required to wear his sister's old clothes for an undetermined time. He's loving it right up until the girls from a neighboring farm join "Michelle" and Lucy at the swimming hole... The fun begins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patricia Allen
• Release date: Jul 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311417800

Patricia Allen

Far right wing Republican, fundamentalist Christian, cross-dresser, septuagenarian . I grew up in the Portland metro area. I've been a cross-dresser since age 9 and I'm happily married to the same woman for over 50 years who knows all about my cross-dressing.I write for me, as therapy. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I do writing them.

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Michelle's Summer of Discovery

A Transgendered Novel

Michelle's Summer of Discovery

By Patricia Marie Allen

Copyright 2014 by Patricia Marie Allen

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Michelle’s Summer of Discovery

By Patricia Marie Allen

Chapter 1

The move

Spring break wasn’t as much fun as it could have, that is, should have been. You’d think that when your mother won the lottery for 1.7 million dollars, that you’d be doing something really great on spring break. But no, my sister, Lucy, and I were packing boxes. Mom had this really weird idea. She grew up on the farm and thought there was nothing more wholesome than living on a farm. She sold the house and between her first year's annuity check and the equity in the house, she bought twenty acres with a house and an old fashion barn.

It was like something out of a Ma & Pa Kettle movie. There was a chicken coup built right up to one end of the barn and pig sty against the other. There were the remnants an apple orchard (ten trees) and some pasture where you could run a couple of head of cattle. Mom wanted to get a milk cow, some pigs and chickens. A real hayseed idea. She thought it would be good for me to learn to milk a cow. Good grief; even if I wanted to be a dairy farmer, cows are all milked by machine these days anyhow.

The house was one of those big old things. A huge kitchen, a root cellar and big dining room. Not a formal dining room, mind you, but it was separated from the kitchen by a swinging door and the living room by a double sliding door. There were two bedrooms downstairs and four bedrooms up. There was even a floored attic, with somebody’s old trunks and such in it. Not a lot mind you just the leavings that someone didn’t want anymore. All of that and one bathroom. You’d think that with all those bedrooms, even in the twenties or thirties when the house was built, they would have thought that a second bath upstairs would be a good idea. I mean in those days, farmers had lots of kids instead of hiring farm hands. With four bedrooms up there could be eight to ten kids. It was obvious that the two bedrooms down were supposed to be for mom and dad and grandma and grandpa, the extended family, you know. How would twelve to fourteen people all take bathes with only one bathroom and no shower besides.

The barn was kind of cool. It had a genuine hay loft. There was even some hay still in it. The whole place needed paint. Mom said that next year when she got her check, we could remodel the place but for this year, she’d have to keep working in town and we’d just have to tough it out with just one bathroom. One thing though, if Lucy was occupying the bathroom when I had to go, there was still a working outhouse near the pig sty. (Is there anything not to work?)

Lucy, mom and I worked all weekend to get the whole house packed up and then on Monday rented a small U-Haul truck. We loaded the beds, easy chairs, our clothes, the dishes, pots and pans, the stereo and the TV. We moved onto The Farm, as mom said. – How come you move into a house, but onto a farm?

I was lucky, I guess. Mom hired some hungry moving company to move the rest of our things on Thursday. We spent Tuesday and Wednesday cleaning the farm house so that they could move us in. Lucy didn’t bring all of her clothes. She had enough to fill one of the extra bedrooms. Maybe I’m exaggerating some, but I don’t think she ever threw anything away. She got her growth early and I’m sure that she still had the clothes she wore when she was my age.

It was really kind of funny. Lucy got one side of the hall and I got the other upstairs. We split it up that way, because the closets on each side were kind of a communal affair. You could walk into it from one room and out into the other. Lucy was afraid I’d take advantage of the closet to peek at her. Mom got the two bedrooms downstairs. We each had two bedrooms. All the closets in the house had cedar inside. It smelled really good.

When the movers got there, they screwed up the instructions. All of Lucy's old clothes ended up in the spare room on my side