Disguised in Skirts (Part 1)
Transgender FictionBy Clare Cavendish
Roger stood fascinated as he watched his mother unpack the parcels and horrified as he saw the contents and begun to realise what was going to happen. She had spread out on the bed a girl's pink gingham dress with a large white collar and cuffs, a silky white vest and knickers, a lace trimmed waist slip and a pair of white ankle socks.
"What are they for?" Roger whispered, but he already knew.
"Your disguise, darling," his mother smiled encouragingly. "Get undressed - quickly."
"No!" He gasped.
"Don't be silly, Roger." she said impatiently.
"I'm not wearing a dress - not for anyone."
"Do you realise your father has got every policeman in the country on the look out for us - a woman with a twelve year old boy?"
"I know, but�"
"Any policemen worth his salt would have us placed in no time at all."
"Not with blonde hair - we've both got blonde hair now.",
"That's a help certainly, but it's not enough. Now come on put these on," se demanded, holding up the knickers. Roger blushed and shook his head vigorously.
"I can't", he muttered.
"Alright then, I might just as well take you down to the station and put you on a train back to your father.", she snapped. "Is that what you want? Do you want to live with him, alone - without me, until you're old enough to leave home? Do you want to be beaten and shouted at all the time?"
"No, No," Roger whispered.
"Then get undressed - if you want to stay with me, get undressed and put these things on, Roger, "she said sternly. It was not that his mother was unkind, on the contrary, but she was desperate and determined that her violent and selfish husband would not get Roger.
Slowly, reluctantly Roger stripped off his shirt and long trousers, watched by his mother. When he was standing naked in the middle of the room she handed him the kickers again. Deeply embarrassed, he pulled them on. Next his mother slipped the little silk vest over his head and told him to tuck it into his knickers. She helped him to step into the lace fringed little waist slip and settle it around his waist before handing him the gingham dress. Roger stared at it and then, pleadingly at his mother. To be continued...
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