I was 9 at the time when my best friends at school, Shirley and Sue gave me an invitation to their combined birthday party. They told me it was going to be a Fancy Dress party and not to worry if I didn’t have anything, they were sure they could find something if needed. It is probably worth saying at this stage that although I didn’t know it I was very much submissive to their demands – I would do anything for them as we were all very close but as I look back on it now, it was definitely that feminine ability to control a male.
Anyway, as the day of the party arrived, they asked me if I was sorted for the party and of course I said yes but in reality, I was a typical male, and had basically done little. I had decided that just putting on a striped jumper with my usual school shorts and calling myself Dennis the Menace would be perfectly acceptable. I hadn’t told my Mum that it was fancy dress and so when I said it was just before we left, she was not very happy but there was no time to do anything so she begrudgingly accepted the situation and my suggested outfit. How little I knew!!!
We walked the 20 minutes to Shirley’s house and knocked at the door. Shirley, Sue and 3 other girls appeared at the door dressed in very frilly petticoated princess party dresses. Shirley and Sue’s mums brought up the rear and immediately said did I not know it was a fancy dress party? I of course said I was Dennis the Menace but they just looked at each other and said it was no problem and they could get it sorted. This comment went over my head as did the comment from Sue’s mum to mine “you’re still alright with this!” to which my Mum said “Fine, he’ll learn” or something to that effect.
The girls brought me into the house and left the Mum’s at the door. I asked if there were any other boys coming but it turned out I was the only one. The girls looked fantastic in their dresses and I have to admit I did feel a bit embarrassed with my feeble attempt. Shirley said she was very disappointed with me but they had some Fancy Dress clothes upstairs if I wanted to fit more with the party. I said I was fine and then Shirley went to her mum and said I was being a spoil sport and that I should change. Shirley and Sue’s mums agreed and came to me and said why didn’t I just come upstairs and see what they had got – I might like one of the outfits.
Being confronted by two women as I was, there was little I could do but to agree and I could always say no if there was nothing there suitable. So I was taken upstairs by Shirley’s mum while the girls and Sue’s mum stayed downstairs. At the top of the stairs, Shirley’s Mum turned to me and said she was not going to have the girls upset by me and that I was going to join in properly or I would pay the consequences. With the situation presented like that, I just nodded my head not willing to ask what she meant by consequences! There was lots of laughter now coming from downstairs and I wanted to get back to join in the fun. I was then taken in a bedroom and there on the bed was a selection of what looked like party dresses. I looked around to see if there were any other things but saw nothing and then Shirley’s mum dropped the bomb shell – “which dress do you want to wear?” My jaw dropped in an instant and I screamed - “there is no way am I wearing any of that sissy girlie stuff.” Well I soon learnt why shorts were the favoured attire for boys in those days as I suddenly felt an enormous pain across the back of my leg as I received an extremely hard slap. “Don’t you ever be so rude, you will do as you are told or it won’t just be your leg that feels my hand young man!” As tears weld in my eyes Shirley’s mum said “Now this is a Fancy DRESSES Party, and a fancy dress is what you will wear. I’ve checked it with your Mum and as you were so rude, you will not get a choice, I will decide what you wear! Now remove all your clothes – NOW!” With a tear running down my cheek, I took off my clothes down to my underpants. “…and those as well!” Defeated and fearful of a further spanking, I removed my underpants and watched as she collected all my clothes and put them into a bag. She then took a very frilly pair of pink rhumbar pants and told me to step into them. She pulled them up and straightened all the lace which covered both front and back. She then took a satin slip and with my arms up in the air, dropped it over my body. (I have to admit it did feel wonderful). She then sat me on the bed and pulled white frilly socks onto my feet. At this point she told me to wait there and she left the room, not long after she returned carrying an armful of pink and white lace, netting and satin. She told me to stand and placed the things behind me. With my arms once again in the air, she dropped a very full and lacy petticoat over my body and did a couple of buttons in the back. Next came a second layer – the two petticoats were very short, well above my knee and billowed in every direction. The dress was next – a pale pink satin and lace creation which I could only describe as the ultimate Sunday best - a very full skirt with puff sleeves and lace embellishing every part. Once placed over my head, she straightened it all and proceeded to do up loads of buttons down the back and then took a very wide matching sash and drew it round my middle and tied it in a large bow at the back. “there we go, nearly done, you look delightful and ready to join the other princesses, we just need to try some of Shirley’s shoes on you!” I could say nothing nor did I dare. I was told to sit down whilst she tried some shoes on me (of which I couldn’t see because of the petticoats) She then tapped my foot and said “You’re done!” and I was in more ways than one. She took my hand and led me to a mirror to show a young boy completely petticoated. Thinking back, I was extremely humiliated by what I saw but there was something inside me telling me this is wonderful! She then led me out of the bedroom and down stairs, telling me the girls already knew and were waiting for me. I was extremely nervous and expecting them to scream with laughter but they all ran up to me with big smiles and telling me I looked wonderful and how fabulous MY dress looked. They took my hand and we all went to start the party. I learnt later that they had all been prepped with the threat of those consequences if they made me feel bad.
We had a wonderful party with loads of games and I completely forgot what I was wearing – it felt so comfortable even with all the petticoats. I was brought back to reality when my Mum came to collect me. I remember her saying he looks a darling and suddenly what I was wearing became very apparent. I didn’t know where to put myself but she just gave me a big hug and said she knew this was going to happen and she hoped that I would learn from this. Shirley’s Mum then arrived to give me my going home party bag and the bag of my clothes to my mum. I asked if I could change but Mum said it was a shame to spoil the day and that I would go home as I was. The next thing that happened was that Shirley’s Mum appeared with a matching pink coat to my outfit – very full to cope with the petticoats with a Peter Pan collar and 3 buttons at the top. It was put on me and buttoned up to the top. It was just long enough to cover the majority of the dress but the frills and petticoats showed below the hem. Everyone came to say goodbye and my Mum led me out to take the 20 minute walk back home. I never realised Mum had so many friends because everyone stopped to talk to her and say how wonderful I looked. She insisted on paying a visit to our local shop to show me off where I had to remove the coat and show my dress and petticoats. The walk home must have taken us an hour and as much as I was embarrassed by my outfit, I felt wonderful inside. It was the best party and the very best party outfit.
