My little sister_(1)

They lived on the family farm until Tommy, the farmer died. Em, the wife had begun dressing her baby boy in her daughter’s hand me downs. It was easier than going to town more than once a month and anyhow, they didn’t really have any extra money. Even she and her husband’s clothing had to be made by her hand. By the time he had died she got very good at making clothing.

When they’d gotten married Tommy and Em both had some money, so that they were able to buy the farm for cash and, using both their moneys, build it up. Em had been able to buy five whole reams of the basic cloths she felt they’d need on the farm and most of it had been used fairly early in the years. It was used up on mostly pants and dresses. She’d even made Tommy two sets of draws out of the silk like stuff, she’d made one for Summer and the other for Winter. The Winter one being doubled up for warmth.

Oh Well!! Story time:

Tommy was buried on the farm he’d made a success and so loved. Em sold it for three times it’s original worth. After the funeral, Em went to town and put the farm up for sale, receiving three times it’s original worth.

At the time, Tommy Jr, was still wearing hand me downs from his sister, little Emmie. Since they were to be schooled with others in the local school, Em knew it had to change. But, the thing is that Tommy Jr, or Jr. had grown to his sixth birthday loving to dress as a girl. He actually liked the fine Muslin and even smoother fabericks he had grown up wearing as dresses and undies. And now Mommy wanted him to wear blue jeans and other rough fabericks he’d mixed wearing with the dresses. As long as he could wear what he liked, Timmy felt good about it, but now she wanted him to wear the same thing all the time.

What a Shock!!

When Tommy turned ten and Emmie twelve, their mother began selling paintings and other works of art and after a while had virtually no time for them any more. Tommy went to Emmie in their fine large house and said in a depressed voice, “Emmmmie!?”

“What is it Jr.??”

“What would you think of me if I wanted to sleep in a nightie, Girl’s Nightie?”

“I thought you liked to be a boy, now? Don’t you like Boy things?”

Tommy had and played with all the action figures he could handle and more, he spent hours in his room, but it was the collection he loved, not the actual… well, Action figures. He’d also taken a love for balls of all kinds. But, he rarely did more than play catch. But, what he really longed for was Dolls. And Teddy Bears and other stuffed toys.

Sometimes he wanted to cry for this loss.

“Well, Tommy Jr.!! I’d still love you, of course… do you wanna dress otherwise like a girl?” She regarded her brother with a small beginning smile.

Tommy hadn’t worn a dress or anything else female in six years and he blushed all the way down his little boy’s chest to his stomach.