All I Want To Do Is Dance in That Dress (Ea)

I’ve always loved two things in my life; the first is dancing, and the second is pretty clothing, more specifically women’s clothing. To see such beautiful women dancing around in elegant clothing, looking so majestic and so peaceful, always filled me with joy and a sense of longing.

I’d love nothing more than to put on a dress, do my hair and makeup and spend the night dancing, but I was born into this world as a guy. People can’t be transgender in this day and age without so many people hating them, targeting them and wanting to see them locked up or gone for good.

That sounded awful, and so, I live my life as a cisgender man, dreaming of something that will never come true, and I thought that was fine. I thought I could just go through life without thinking about it, avoiding things that made me feel that way, and I’d be alright.

However, it seemed fate didn’t think I was suffering enough. My grandmother had passed away, and since I was the only one who lived nearby her, I was the one who had to go collect her things and sort through them.

For the most part it was just random junk. I ignored that stuff for now and packed up the personal belongings so I could send them to my parents. Once that was done, I had to pack up her bedroom, which meant going through her clothes.

It was a bit hard, but for the most part the clothes were old granny-type stuff, which was absolutely hideous, so I wouldn’t wear them even if I was a woman, but I still felt a bit disappointed that I wouldn’t one day reach that point in my life.

After going through a ton of clothes, I made it to the back of the closet, where I found a long black garment bag. I’d never seen my grandmother wear anything fancy, so I was curious as to what it was. So I grabbed the zipper and opened it.

Instantly I regretted doing so, as what was inside was nothing like the rest of the clothes. Inside was one of the most beautiful pink strapless dresses I have ever seen. I felt my heart being crushed as I stared at it, and I desperately tried to convince myself to zip it back up and forget.

In the end though, I couldn't do it, and even knowing it would cause me more pain, I pulled the dress out of the garment bag and left the closet with it. I held it up above me and got a full look at its true beauty.

It was perfect, beyond perfect; it was what I had always dreamed of. I would give anything to wear this dress, to dance around in it, to be the woman it deserved. That would make me happy, but unfortunately it could never happen, so instead all I can do is be sad.

Tears started to fall down my face as my heart felt more and more crushed, as I questioned why fate was so cruel to me. I was ready to break down and give up, but before I did, something fell out of the dress.

I looked down and saw that it was a piece of paper folded in half. I placed the dress down on the bed and then went back to pick up the paper. Once I unfolded it, I discovered it was a note written recently by my grandmother, and it was addressed to me.

“To my darling grandson Parker. If you’re reading this, it’s because I’ve passed on and you were the one to come and pack up my stuff. Thank you for that, and I’m sorry to leave you all alone with that task; I know how hard it must be for you.”

I was confused; she was right, but how did she know? “I have seen that look in your eyes ever since you were little. Your parents just thought you were a ladies'' man, even at a young age, but I knew the truth; you weren't staring at women because you were interested in them like that.”

My jaw fell open; my grandmother knew… she knew the whole time. “I wasn’t sure how to help or ease the burden for you, so I’m sorry for not saying anything and supporting who you really were when I was alive.”

Tears started to flow from my eyes again. I know I couldn’t tell her now, but it was alright; none of this was her fault and she was always an amazing grandmother. There was nothing she could really do, especially since I chose to hide this.

“So I hope you can forgive me and accept this dress as a gift. It was mine from when I was younger; it’s actually the one I was wearing the night I met your grandfather. It was always super special to me, and now thanks to a bit of magic from a friend of mine, it’ll be special to you as well.”

My tears stopped and I looked over at the dress. It was already special; it was my first dress, but at the same time, it hurt—it hurt knowing I’d never be able to wear it, to dance in it. So I don’t understand, if she knew about me, why would she give me something to hurt me?

I looked back at the note and read the final part. “So just try it on; trust me, it’ll make things better. Anyway granny loves you kiddo, and I’ll always be watching over you.” Try it on, she says… will it truly make things better?

I walk back over to the dress and put the note down and look at the dress. I spent nearly an hour just looking at it, debating with myself on whether or not I should put it on, and in the end, being alone helped me decide to try it on.

So I took my clothes off, and then I grabbed the dress. I closed my eyes as I slipped it on over my head and got it into place. As soon as it was on, even before I opened my eyes and looked at myself, I felt so incredibly amazing.

I opened my eyes and couldn’t help but have a smile on my face. I had always wanted this, and now it was happening and it was amazing. I knew it wasn’t perfect, as I still had a masculine body, but I still wanted to see myself.

So I walked over to the mirror, expecting to feel slightly bad about myself again. However, it wasn’t myself I saw in the mirror, or I should say it wasn’t my old male self I saw. In the mirror I saw a beautiful young woman.

She had long blonde hair, she was about five foot five, super slim, especially in the waist, and she filled out the dress she was wearing perfectly. I was in awe; I couldn’t take my eyes away from her, but eventually I managed to do so when I realized this was strange.

I looked down at myself and sure enough, there was no denying I was a woman. My chest made that perfectly clear. My grandmother's note mentioned her friend and magic… it seems she meant it literally… This was amazing, but I needed to test something out.

I closed my eyes and took the dress off, and I was hoping with every fiber of my being that I’d still be a woman when the dress came off. I mean, I’d still keep the dress and use it all the time if that is the case, but if it’s not, then… then my life would be so much better…

Once the dress is off, I toss it on the bed in front of me and take a deep breath. I then slowly lift my hands up until they touch my chest. When they do, I feel something I’ve never felt before. I smile and open my eyes, then quickly look at the mirror again.

Sure enough, I was still a woman; taking the dress off didn’t reverse it. I started laughing like crazy and spinning around from my excitement. I then turn back towards the dress and grab it. I lift it up again and thank my grandmother for this wonderful gift.

I then slip it back on and start dancing around in it again. After a bit of this I stop and look up. I thank my grandmother again. This is the best gift I could ever receive. She gave me the life I always wanted, a life of happiness.

I just wish she could have been here with me, but I know she’s truly watching over me and rooting for me. I’ll make the best of the gift she gave me, starting with calling it a day on packing up her stuff and going to a club and finding a nice spot to dance around in this dress.