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BLUE SATIN BLOUSE - short version

Categories True Story, Boy, Non-Erotic, School

Author: satinshirt

Published: 09 March 2018

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As a child, I suffered from Koumpounophobia; a rare and irrational, but very real fear of buttons. Like most people who have a button phobia, as a child, I always thought I was the only person in the world who was afraid of buttons. I was also embarrassed to tell anyone, fearing they would laugh at me. However, as I grew up, I slowly managed to overcome my fear of buttons, due to my insatiable desire to touch anything made of satin.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was in the kitchen with my mother. My mum was at the sink washing up and I was making us both a cup of coffee. My sister (Kelly) had just returned from a shopping trip. My mum asked Kelly if she had bought anything nice and Kelly showed her the bag she was carrying. My mother looked really surprised when she peered into the bag, which made me curious.

"I'll go and put it on so you can see what it looks like," said Kelly.

Kelly went upstairs to her room and returned minutes later, wearing a royal blue satin, shirt style, blouse.

"OMG!.... That is lovely," mum told my sister, reaching out to stroke the silky fabric of her blouse.

"Fuckkk!...." I exclaimed, looking at my sister. Both my sister and mum turned to look at me. Kelly frowned annoyed at my reaction.

"What's the matter with him?" said Kelly to mum.

"Excuse me?" said my mother angrily.

"Nothing!" I replied, leaving the kitchen to go into the lounge.

As I sat down in the lounge, I heard my mother ask my sister, "Do they have the blouse in a larger size?"

"Yes I think so," replied Kelly. "You really like it that much?...... It's not the sort of thing you normally wear?"

I couldn't believe how nice my sister looked in her new blue satin blouse, the thought of my mum wearing a satin blouse too, excited me. I had never seen my mother wear satin before, so was surprised by her reaction to Kelly's blouse.

The following Saturday, I arrived home late in the afternoon after playing at my friend's house. My mum and sister were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. I looked at the carrier bag on the kitchen table and asked, "What is in the bag?"

"Nothing," replied my mother.

"Well, it that's the case, it would be empty and I can see it's not an empty bag," I told my mum.

"Nothing to interest you, then!" replied mum, "Unless you fancy a nice new shirt'?"

Kelly laughed at mum's suggestion, knowing I had never worn a shirt in my life. I hated the fact my sister was laughing at me and didn't want her to get the better of me.

"I don't know?..... I'd have to take a look," I said.

"Go on then!.... Take a look," replied mum.

I picked up the carrier bag and peered inside. My heart started to pound with excitement. Kelly laughed out loud. I tried not to respond in any way to show my excitement at what was in the bag.

"Will it fit me?" I asked calmly.

"There's only one way to find out," replied mum. "You'll have to try it on."

Kelly found the whole situation very amusing, and I was getting annoyed at her, but I didn't want to let her have the last laugh.

"Okay!" I replied, "I'll try it on." I took the bag out into the bathroom to try on my new shirt.

"He's not going to try it on," said Kelly to mum. "He's fooling around."

"I know that!" replied mum.

I took the blue satin blouse out of the carrier bag and held it up to admire it. It was the exact same blouse I saw my sister wearing the week before, but this one was two sizes bigger to fit mum. I took off my jumper and t-shirt and slowly put my arms into the silky sleeves of the blouse, then slowly buttoned it up, one tiny satin covered button at a time, leaving the top two buttons undone. I fastened the three button cuffs, tucked the blouse into my jeans and adjusted the collar. Then I stood admiring myself in the bathroom mirror and smiled at how good I looked in my new blue satin shirt. It fitted me perfectly, loose and baggy on the large side, just how I liked to wear my clothes.

"What are you doing out there?" called out mum.

I walked back into the kitchen to show off my new shirt; my sister's jaw suddenly dropped in astonishment. My mother was also speechless and didn't know what to say.

"It fits me perfectly," I said smiling. "So I can keep it?" I asked my mother.

Kelly glared at my mother with her jaw still open, still in shock.

"Yes, I suppose so," replied mum.

"WHAT!......" said Kelly, astonished. My sister was no longer laughing.

"So do they have it in any other colours?" I asked.

"I'll see what I can do," replied mum.

"Mum.... You can't seriously let him keep your new blouse!" said Kelly.

"It's okay..... If he wants to wear it, it's fine by me," replied my mum, winking at Kelly.

"I'll leave it on then. I'll wear it now," I said, smiling at my sister, knowing I had just got the last laugh.

"Could you go to the shop and get me some milk, please?" asked mum, "We are running short."

"Sure, no problem," I replied.

Mum handed me some money and I headed for the front door. I heard mum say to Kelly as I left the room, "There's no way he's going out dressed like that, he's messing about."

As I walked along the road to the shop in my new blue shirt I felt extremely pleased with having got one over on my sister. I absolutely loved the feel of the silky satin material as it fluttered gently against my body in the cool breeze. As l left the shop after purchasing the milk, I heard one lady say to another, "Was that a girl or a boy?" The other woman replied, "She was wearing the same blouse as my daughter has, so I'm guessing it was a girl."

Monday morning arrived and I got dressed for school, wearing black trousers and my new blue satin shirt. It wasn't cold outside and I was keen to show off my new shirt, so I saw no reason to wear a jacket. I left the house and proudly walked to the park, where I always met up with Eric and Paul. They both stared at me as I approached, then turned to look at each other, but neither one said anything.

"You two okay?" I asked.

"Yeah!" they both replied, as we started to walk to school.

There was a strange uneasy silence as they both kept looking at me, admiring my new shirt, but neither one said anything. I knew it was strange for them to see me wearing a shirt, so I thought nothing more of it. As we arrived at school I got lots of strange looks from the other pupils. There were a few sniggers of laughter from some girls, but it didn't bother me.

The bell sounded and we all headed for our classrooms. As I sat down at my desk next to Eric, there was lots of laughter and whispering around the class.

"Okay!...... Settle down please," shouted the teacher. Mrs Harvey looked across at me and frowned. There was still sniggering from around the class, but that was nothing unusual, so I had no reason to believe it was aimed at me. Mrs Harvey slowly walked across to where I was sat, she looked me over and said, "Hmmm!...... Nice blouse." Most of the class laughed out loud, except those who sat close to me.

Later that morning we were reading from a book during an English lesson, I don't remember what book it was, but the teacher would make each pupil stand up and read a few paragraphs each. When it came to my turn, Mrs Harvey looked at me and said, "Perhaps Blousie would like to come and stand out the front so we can see him better?" The whole class erupted in laughter when the teacher called me Blousie. I went to the front of the class and Mrs Harvey pulled out a chair and told me to stand on it, "Perhaps you would like to stand on the chair, so we can all see you in your pretty blouse," she said. The whole class erupted in laughter once more. I stood on the chair reading out loud to the class, trying not to cry, wondering why my teacher was trying to humiliate me.

The bell sounded for break-time and everyone went out to the playground. Paul said he didn't want to play with me or be my friend anymore and walked off to join some other boys from our class. I turned to Eric and asked "Do you still wanted to be my friend?"

"Of course I do," he replied.

"So what's wrong with Paul?.... Did he say anything to you?" I asked Eric.

"We were both wondering why you wore a girl's blouse to school today?" he asked.

"It's not a blouse, it's a shirt," I said.

"No, it's definitely a girl's blouse," replied Eric.

"I don't understand what you mean!...." I told him. "Girls wear blouses and boys wear shirts. They are the same thing, just different names depending on whether it's worn by a boy or girl. If a girl was to wear your shirt, it would be called a blouse, wouldn't it?" I asked.

"No!... it would still be a boy's shirt, but when a girl wears boy's clothes, nobody seems to care," he replied.

"I don't understand what the difference is!" I told Eric. "How is my shirt any different to your shirt?"

"Apart from being satin, it buttons up the wrong way!" he replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"A girl's blouse has the buttons on the left and a boy's shirt has the buttons on the right. Surely you know that?" asked Eric.

I looked down at the buttons on my shirt to see which way it fastened, then looked at Eric's shirt to see which way his fastened. He was right, our shirts fastened on opposites sides. I went up to a girl from my class wearing a blouse and took a look at her buttons, "What are you looking at?..... Blousie!" she said, mockingly.

For the first time in my life I was wearing an item of clothing with buttons, but I never knew that a boy's shirt fastened differently to girl's blouse, until that moment. How could I have possibly known? Suddenly I felt foolish and embarrassed.

"Have you ever seen me wear a shirt or anything with buttons since you've known me?" I asked Eric.

"I've never really given it much thought, but now you mention it.... No I haven't," replied Eric.

"So how could I have possibly known?" I asked. "I honestly thought that it just depended on whether it was worn by a girl or boy, as to whether it was a shirt or blouse..... Don't you think it's a bit petty what side the buttons are on?" I asked.

"I suppose so," said Eric.

When I got home from school that day, I confronted my mother about my new shirt. "Did you know this is a girl's blouse I'm wearing?" I asked.

"Of course I did," she replied. "I bought it for me."

"But you offered it to me as a shirt..... Your exact words were, 'unless you fancy a nice new shirt'?"

"So what's the problem?" she asked.... "You seemed very happy when I let you keep it."

"The problem is, I thought it was a shirt, but it's not. It's a girl's blouse. The buttons are on the wrong side," I told her angrily.

My mother chuckled and replied, "Who cares what side the buttons are on?.... Are you really going to worry about something so petty?" she asked.

I immediately calmed down when I heard my mother's reply. "That's exactly what I said."

"If you don't want it, I'll have it back. I didn't force you to wear it," she said. "So you won't these then?" she asked holding up a carrier bag. I instantly recognised the carrier bag she was holding.

"What is it?" I asked, knowingly.

"I bought you three more, one black, one white and one light blue," she said, holding out the bag to me, "but if you don't want them, I'll keep them for myself."

"Nooo!.... I'll want them," I replied, grabbing the bag excitedly. "Like you said, 'who cares what side the buttons are on'?"

I wore my new satin blouses to school with pride, not caring what others thought. Everyone called me Blousie from that day on.

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