Class Reunion
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And secretly, I used to wonder what they would have thought if they had known that on occasions, after school when I had the house to myself, I would find my secret hoard and dress for a short time in my long stockings, navy blue knickers, school uniform skirt and blouse and girl's hat worn provocatively on the back of my head. With a touch of Auntie's lipstick and a blush of powder I would gaze at myself in the mirror and wish and wish and wish that I were one of them.
I even fell in love. Infatuation would be a better term. But I couldn't show it as the girls did. He was the most handsome boy in the class. And when he started to take Margaret out and I saw them walking home together from school, or standing in close conversation on the playing fields, I was insanely jealous. I could have scratched Margaret's eyes out.
There were times when I thought I would grow out of this obsession. But mostly I didn't want to. And as the months and years rolled by the obsession became stronger and stronger.
After leaving school I went to college in a distant part of the country and lost touch with all my old classmates of both sexes. And it was at college that I was finally able to lead a more satisfying life than anything previously, when in my lodgings I found I could dress and live as I felt my true sexual identity to dictate.
So, back to the present...
Before putting out the light, I got up and surveyed myself in the long mirror. Slowly I removed my negligee and smoothed my long silk nightdress over my breasts and thighs.
No, I thought, this woman is an entirely different creature from the shy wistful youth who had so envied those girls their femininity. They would not recognise him after all these years and she might be an embarrassment to their spouses at this reunion.
Sadly I realised that I could not go to the ball, but like Cinderella would have to stay at home with my memories.
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