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The Emergence of Jodi by Dyyanne Williams Part One The rain was still coming down in buckets and there wasn't a patch of blue anywhere poking through the overcast. I couldn't even get dry again. I just stuck my head out of the alcove for a second to see if mom's car was in the school pickup line, and I couldn't get back in the building. By now my hair was dangling in clumps from my head like so many stalactites, my shirt was sticking to my back, and my pants were sopping wet. Yich! What a dripping mess. Well, all is not lost, because there she was driving up. I bolted for the car immediately, knowing that this rain wasn't going to let up, and I wasn't going to get any drier waiting on the curb. I opened the car door and slid in. "Well, honey," she broke through the rain drops sounding like a snare drum in action on the car's roof, "did you learn anything in your classes today?" I looked over at her like she was crazy. She really looked nice; then again, she always dressed so nicely, and up to the minute. She was trim, fashionable and smart. But, she knew I hadn't. She knew they teach zip the last week of school to seniors. But then, she was just trying to make conversation, so I made a note, mentally forgiving her. She turned on the car's heater for me, and I treasured the warm air coming about my feet. She sat up straight up in the seat, high heels on the pedals, her too-short dress's hem laying across her thighs exposing a pair of very shapely legs and continued, "Let's take you home to get into something dry before we start your college shop-a-thon. I'm really nervous about buying for you, Joel. You're the only 17 year old that hasn't had that growth spurt. When it comes, you'll shoot up, fill out, and nothing I buy you now will fit you. Even though my sales have been really good, and we've really had good income, I hate to waste the money on things that you'll soon outgrow." "A new sport coat will cost a couple of hundred, new pants, and , Oh, my . . . " her voice trailed off thinking of the new expenses I was causing. College would normally do anyone in, but she had good reason to worry about buying me a double wardrobe. "Mom, don't give it another thought," I tried to comfort her. "I can make do with the things I've got, but I will need a couple of new jeans and stuff." She was right, of course, I knew. I'm 17, still 5'4" with the same voice I had 3 years ago, and I still fit into everything that I fit into 3 years ago. "My stuff will have to last just a little longer, that's all." She nodded agreement and pulled her Explorer under our houses carport. "I'll hold the door open for you," I called back to her as I dashed from the car to the house under the approximate safety of the breezeway. Her car door closed, she put her purse atop her head and ran to door I was holding open. She ducked past my arm and we were in the house before the next clap of thunder. "Whew, I bet you want to get into something dry, Joel, don't you?" "Yeah," I replied heading for my bathroom to dry off. "Joel," she called to me, "why don't I take the cuffs off some of your older trousers? It'll be a change, and I can adjust the length a bit for you at the same time." It was a good suggestion, and mom could do it because she worked as a seamstress for a couple of years right after dad had died when I was a kid. She still made a lot of her clothes, even though she can well afford to buy designer stuff off her commissions. She's really done well. "Sounds good, mom," I replied. "All right, then, as soon as you're dry, put on a pair and come down here so I can start altering. We aren't going anywhere in this rain, anyway. Right?" "Right," I replied. I hung my pants on the shower rod to dry, took off my shirt toweled myself dry. My hair was still wet but then it wouldn't dry for an hour or so without a drier so I put on a pair of old pants over my boxers and went to where mom was kneeling on the floor. "Joel, step up here on this little stage so I won't have to bend over so far." I did, and mom began fiddling with my pants leg, seeing to it that the folds were just right so the alterations would be just perfect. Then she checked the measurements of my inseam, the fit in back across the seat, and finally, she measured the distance down from my hip to the floor. "Do you have to do all this, mom," just to take off the cuffs?" I asked her. "Well, yes and no. I don't want to cut too much off and make them too short. While you are on the stage, it wouldn't hurt anything to see that the pants fit you in the back, too. So, I guess the answer to your question is 'Yes'." "That is the long way around, mom," I said though a breaking smile. "I mean, you really didn't have to even answer." "I was just talking to kill time, Joel. You know as soon as I took your outseam measurement, I realized something you can do for me. I really need a favor." "Sure, mom, what do you want me to do?" I asked. I certainly could help her out if she wanted me to. "Well, Joel, your and my leg-to-floor measurements are the same, and" "No, mom," I interrupted, "I'm not going to take your old slacks or anything to college. Just get it out of your mind," I continued in my most emphatic voice. "Oh, no, I wasn't thinking anything like that. Just that the dressmaker wants $35 to put a hem on my new black chiffon party dress, and I could do it myself if I could just pin the length." "I'm positive I'd pin it wrong, mom; it wouldn't be right. Can't Mildred or Barbara do it for you?" "Yeah, either one probably could, but it's a hassle getting one of them over here; and it's a tussle explaining why I want to save the $35 and, well," she drew a deep breath, "would you help me pin it right now? That's the favor, and it won't take but a minute, sweetie." I cringed. I don't know if it was more over "sweetie" or helping her with the skirt for a few minutes. I wasn't a happy camper, but I submitted a 'yes' to her with a slow nod. "Please be fast, mom." "O.K., Joel, I'll go get it now. Take off your pants and I'll have it fitted in a jiffy. It is just so lucky for me that your legs are exactly the same length as mine." She was out of the room and back before I could swallow as hard as I had to swallow. I realized that she expected me to wear the skirt, and she was going to do the pinning. My heart went to the floor when I heard her say, "Take off your pants." Then, I figured that it wouldn't be too bad, it's just us, and it wouldn't be but a couple of minutes. So what! Anyway, it would be a kick! "Oh, all right!" I knuckled under, realizing that I could no longer fight a delaying action. Anyway, it might be fun and it won't hurt. I took off my pants and stood there in my white boxers expecting something else bad to happen. "Hold your arms up over your head," mom said, "and I'll just drop this skirt over your head. She did, and helped me wiggle it down over my shoulders and settle it at my waist. "There," she pronounced as she finished snapping the fasteners and zipping up the rear. "Now, step on up again so I can pin it right." Well, it felt soft against me, where I could feel it which wasn't so much. It was very short; it would come to the middle of my thigh after the alterations were finished. My shorts were pretty much blocking it from coming into contact with me. It still felt strange, and the edge of the hem would tickle me with a most peculiar sensation whenever it would touch my skin. I was getting excited, and I was hoping that mom wouldn't notice. She studied me this way and that; she looked at me from the right, then from the left, then the back. "It just isn't doing right, Joel," she said looking me in the eye. "It's too full all around. It has too much fabric in there and it doesn't look natural. It's not hanging right in the back or the front. Would you mind taking off your boxers of a moment? That'll get rid of a lot of 'stuffing'," she continued. "Mom," I responded with a 'no' in my voice. "It will be for just a moment, and I won't look at anything, Joel. Be a sport." I decided it would be O.K. to 'be a sport', so I took off my boxers. Well, the gentle hand of the black fabric against my skin really set me off. It just felt so yummy. I mean, as I stepped up on the stage and the chiffon brushed against my leg. The feminine feel of the soft cloth touching and clinging to my thigh caused a reaction that I couldn't hide. I was really excited now. "This won't do, Joel," mom commented. "The whole front hang of the skirt is wrong. Can you do something about your, ahem," she stumbled, "you know." Yeah, I knew. I was throbbing and thoroughly excited and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't think that wearing female clothing would do this to me. "What can I do, mom? I'm affected, that's all." "I have an idea, Joel; you'll just have to bear with me," she said leaving the room. She returned from her bedroom with her arm extended towards me and with something dangling from the tip of her finger. "Put these on. They should be tight enough to hold you in place," she continued with a giggle in her voice, "and I can go ahead and finish up." "Panties? Panties, mom?" I asked her. "You don't expect me to put on panties, do you?" "It seems like a reasonable idea, Joel. The fit of the skirt is more like it would be on me, if you are wearing the panties. They'll hold you in. It should be all right for a minute or so. Go ahead, give them a try. If you want to quit, you can." "No, I'll finish," I bravely answered. "My, God, mother," I blurted out as I unfolded and held up the tiny black lacy cloth she had handed me. "These are your bikinis." Warmth flowed from my toes to my head as I stepped into mom's bikini panties as she had directed. I was surprised, but I was loving it; and I couldn't say anything about it to anyone, especially to mom. But, as I slid the nylon black lace up my legs, my head spun with delight and my bulge did the impossible: it stiffened. Then I imprisoned my maleness as best I could in the gossamer lace garment and let the skirt fall about and touch my thighs. "Well, the bulge isn't going anywhere," mom said studying my profile, "but I think I can work around it." She then, finally, set about pinning the hem all around. I could think of nothing but my rapture standing here in mom's lacy feminine briefs covered by her black skirt. It was heavenly. Too soon she spoke and intruded on my new fantasies. I was thinking about things that I'd never thought about. My newest secret was that I loved wearing these clothes from the moment I felt the garments touch me. "The angle isn't right for the front of the skirt, Joel. Let me put a book under your heels so you can more or less be at the same posture that I will be when I wear it, so the hem will be even to the floor." "O.K." I surrendered, and she set about looking for a book or two. She tried half a dozen for height. Those that were good there, slid out from under me. Those that didn't slide, weren't high enough. One thing or the other prohibited their use. "This just isn't working. Would you put on a pair of heels, for me, Joel?" she asked hoping that I'd give in with no fight. My pleasure wouldn't let me stop this strange unfolding event. "Have I ever denied you anything, mom?" My heart pounded as she came back in holding two different pair of shoes, one a beautiful black silk opera pumps with 3" heels, the other black suede. "I don't think the fit will be great, but one of these two should work. Try on the silks, first, Joel." Neither the silks nor the suedes would go on my feet. My excitement was unabated and growing. "Maybe I have to use hose?" I offered in a very quiet voice. Mom nodded and went back to her room. This time she came back with black pantyhose containing some embroidery at the ankle and handed them to me. "Try these on. First gather them up into a round, put in your toe and unroll them against your leg to the knees, then stand and I'll help you pull them up the rest of the way." I did as I was told, and I adored the unfurling of the hose against my legs. I couldn't breathe or swallow. Mom looked me straight in the eye. "You really are liking this, aren't you, Joel?" There was no way I could lie to her: she could see from my blushing face or certainly she could feel the blood racing though my arms. I nodded as I slipped perfectly into the black silk heels and stood straight up on them. "Please pin it up and let's be finished, mom. This is really messing me up. I never, in my whole life thought about doing this in my most secret thoughts. It has never been anything that I wanted to do, but, Jeeze, it really has my heart pounding, my blood rushing, and my thoughts flying. I find myself wondering what it would be like to wear the whole outfit or to be a girl. I'm going crazy." She stood, took the pins out of her mouth and looked at me, I think from a different perspective than ever before. She measured me with her eyes and mentally dressed me. She paused. "Turn around, honey, slowly; let me really see how you look. Your legs are certainly beautifully shaped. We can go the whole way if you want, and I'll be fun." She inserted pins in the hem and worked her way around me sizing me up, "Yes, why not!" she agreed with herself, " Why don't we just see how you look wearing the whole outfit, Joel." She continued quietly finishing the pinning of my hem. My mouth was dry, my face was hot and my ears were on fire! I wanted to create this deception and to see how good I could be for reasons I didn't understand and as crazy as it was and I was excited that my mom was going along! I knew I was going to have an incredible time tonight. "How do we start, Mom?" "Well, we have three hours before dinner," she said pensively, "more than enough time for this experiment. I know what," she went on. "We'll just continue from where we are. You'll just put the halter top on for this outfit, and I'll work the cosmetic magic, and we'll see how that goes. O.K., Jodi?" My knees turned to water; I just wasn't quite ready for 'Jodi' , but I secretly loved it. Mom stood up and went to her bedroom. I heard her rummaging around in the drawers and closets for a few minutes before I heard her ask me to come back into her bedroom. Trance-like I walked back to her room, balancing myself without too much difficulty on my silk heels, ludicrously dressed in black silk embroidered pantyhose, mom's bikini black lace panties, an incredibly soft, flowing, feminine black chiffon mini-skirt in a fog dreaming how I'd look in the matching halter-top. I couldn't believe how hard my heart was beating, and how deliciously excited I was. "You're walking very nicely in those heels, Jodi," mom said encouragingly as I wiggled one foot in front of the other co-operating as best as I could. "Now, sit on the bed, but before you do, smooth your skirt underneath, cross your right leg in back of your left so the calf just touches the side of the bed and gently 'ease' down onto the bed. Be careful of the pins, darling." I was careful, and I dutifully did exactly as directed settling softly on the bed and stared with thrilled disbelief at my nylon clad thigh half covered by my mother's diaphanous garment. "Oh, Jodi, that was splendid," now raise up your arms and let me drop this halter over your head. Then we'll look in the mirror and see if our feelings and desires have changed any. I didn't mind the editorial "our." I lifted my arms up and mom placed my clasped hands through the outfit's top. I could feel its material gently flowing down my arms, oozing over my shoulders and softly, caressesingly tumbling down my back. I shivered from the fulfillment of this moment and felt myself engulfed in femininity. Mom smiled at me and nodded 'O.K.' motioning that I should go look in the mirror. I did and saw only two women. I could not believe my eyes. My hair was dry and stringy falling almost to my shoulders. I never dreamed that my hair could ever be used for a woman's coiffeur, but I could see that with a little work and a little styling that my rebellious long hair would serve a great purpose for me. The dress was knock out. I just wanted go walk out on the street and fool everyone into thinking that I was a girl. I could not supress my eagerness. "Mom, do me more." I twirled on my heel and the skirt flew up and out. " I love it! What's next?" I was hooked. "Well, I think that we should go all the way with you. School is out and. . ." Sound went muffled. So excited was I at what she was saying all I could hear was blood rushing through my ears. I forced myself to hear mom's smothered voice finish the sentence. " . . . and you won't have to explain anything to anybody there (but you could have to answer to someone you see in the next few days), so, let's just go all the way and make you, Jodi. "Get out of all my clothes and take a bath. You are going to have to shave your underarms and legs, sweetie, but nobody will notice," she smiled. You almost have no hair anyway. "Which reminds me, shampoo your hair and towel it to damp. We'll have to sort of style it for you; it looks terrible now. And while you are bathing, I'll finish the hem on this outfit and lay out the rest of your clothes." Then she added as she rushed herself out to go draw my bath , "This is so much fun!" Her excitement fed mine. I hated taking off the dress; it just felt so great to be in. But I carefully took it off the top, stepped out of the skirt, regretfully rolled down the panty hose, and sorrowfully peeled myself out of mom's black lace bikini panties. Mom told me to follow the directions on the tube of depilatory that she had left on the side of the wash basin, and get the hair off my legs. I did as instructed and 3 minutes later I entered the perfumed bubble bath mom had made for me. I shaved under my arms for the first time with a razor that she had left on the tub rim for that purpose, and I had taken my first major steps of the approaching masquerade. The door broke open and mom breezed in. I was so startled I dived underneath the remaining bubbles, and stayed there until I could hold my breath no longer. Surfacing, wiping the water from my eyes , but before I could begin yelling at her for violation of my privacy, I spied her walking in, nonchalantly holding up the most exquisite black panties I'd ever seen saying, "Well, Jodi, since your going to be so clean and smooth and smell so good, I guess you'll want to wear these panties of mine under the black chiffon. Right?" She drew them across my chin, across my lips and nose then over my head, and I could still smell mom's lingering odor in the crotch. "Oh, never mind, Jodi," she continued without any pause and looking down at me in the water. "I can see that you like these. They certainly can get one up and excited, don't they, sweetheart?" The ironic sweetness in her voice told me to look down, too, and it was crystally obvious that I couldn't keep my excitement over those panties a secret. "I'll just lay them here over the stool, so you can get right in them as soon as you're dry." She turned and closed the door behind her, adding as she left, "Don't forget to shampoo, Hon." I immediately began washing my hair afraid that I might forget again to do it. I got a real soapy cap and rinsed, then a re-shampoo. The fragrance of gardenia from the bubble bath and shampoo engulfed my nostrils as I slipped down into the warm water. My smooth legs were begging me to get up and get dry so they could get into those panties laying across the stool. God, I have to get myself under control! My showing excitement was never going to go away, and I really couldn't bear mom making another comment about it. I decided to take things into my own hands and . . . . . It cooled me down some, but after I dried myself, and felt those panties slide up my naked legs, I almost swooned. That was nothing compared with how I felt as I rolled those sheer black pantyhose up my denuded legs and felt their incredibly light pressure around my legs and thighs. Then, I saw myself in the mirror with just this barest, tinniest black lace pair of panties on, hugging my body and the panty hose tinting my legs black and almost outlining my calves. I was hard as a rock again. "Ready, Jodi?" mom called to me. "Yes, I suppose," I answered still staring into the mirror and watching myself shift my weight from leg to leg and slowly discovering what each subtle movement did to my body outline. I hated to leave to go to the next room, but I knew it was only going to be better. "First, let me wrap this towel around your head so it keeps you hair out of 'trouble'," she began, carefully folding the towel like a turban around my hair. Now, put on this," she went on softly handing me something very soft, very silky and very black! I had no idea what 'this' was, but I couldn't wait to find out. 'This' was a short, black half-slip edged with a lacy flower design at the hem and with the tiniest pink bow at the apex of the side slit. "Put this on over your head, or step into it; whatever you prefer," she instructed. "Then, sit at my vanity. I have to roll your hair before we go any farther." "Oh, I forgot," she casually added, "you'll have to put on this special bra, too. It matches the panties and slip and is going to go perfectly with the halter top for that dress. I finished the hemming, and it ought to be perfect." My legs turned to rubber as I was walking into her room and everything I heard seemed to be muffled and from far away.. In my daze I let her run the bra straps up my arms and hook it up. She really didn't need to since the clasps were in the front, but I was so nervous that I doubt if I could have gotten the hook into an eye. "The bra has some padding in it to help push you up, but we still have to add pads. Slip these in," she continued handing me the two flesh-colored objects. I did, and stole a glance at the mirror image of my developing figure as mom led me to the vanity. Five minutes later, my hair was up in curlers, and I was seated at the breakfast room table letting mom do my nails! Would she just paint them red? No ma'am. She cleaned them, shaped them, scraped and painted them white underneath. Then she buffed and coated them with clear polish. They were classic and tasteful. I loved them. Then she started brushing out my hair, using the blower and a stiff brush to keep it tangle-free, she told me.. After a few strokes though my hair I heard her say, "No good," aloud to herself. "Will you trust me completely, Jodi? I don't see you with long hair. I see you with , of all things, a shortish, just above the shoulder boyish cut, full and with highlights. Yes," she exclaimed, "It'll be just like Liza Minelli's hair but with brown with golden-blonde highlights." Then, she grabbed a handful of my hair with, "Let me cut you. I won't bleach in the highlights, today, since we're just experimenting. I'll just paint them in for tonight. O.K.?" I sighed, that it was O.K., and she began to chop away. Unbelievable as it was, the hair I refused to cut short as a boy was being loped off so I could look like a girl. I sat on the breakfast room chair, quietly, so mom wouldn't make a mistake because of something I'd done. Mom was wacking off almost 1" of my long hair, and the locks of hair began falling to the floor. I lowered gaze to following one curl's trip to the breakfast room vinyl. My eyes were arrested by my own stocking-clad knee. I had seated myself and crossed my legs. My slip's hem demarcated my thigh at the half way point; the other half of my thigh poked out through the rose decorated slit. I just couldn't believe how sexy it looked; I don't know where the time went. My daydreams were interrupted with mom cooing, "That's the hair!" "Jodi," mom said with a definite note of satisfaction in her voice. "I think that'll do. You can wear your hair like this for today, and part it for a significantly different look tomorrow, if you want to 'go back'." I knew what she meant by that. I just couldn't believe that I was doing this. Everything was so very different just a few scant hours ago. "Aren't you going to highlight it, Mom?" I asked with definite disappointment in my voice. "Goose," she said teasingly. "Where were you when I did? What have you been thinking about?" She continued, "Let's go on back to where the light is good and finish you off. And for the rest of today, I want you to put your feet into those black silk heels. You'll feel more feminine, you'll get practice in how to walk in them, and your legs will look prettier. So, go into my bedroom, put on your heels and sit down at the vanity facing away from the mirror." "That way, I'll be able to make you up straight on, instead of from the side," she explained. She was right, and I followed instructions putting on the heels, minced over to the vanity bench and seated myself, crossing my legs much as mom had taught me to do on the bed. I prepared myself mentally for the make up phase of this excursion. Mom had covered all the mirrors in her room, so I couldn't see what I was looking like at this stage. "Now, Jodi, put on the dress before we go any farther. Get into the skirt, and drop the halter-top over your head. Be careful not to catch your heel on the skirt's waist band." I cautiously stepped into the diaphanous garment that had begun this delicious situation and thrilled as I brought it up my legs to rest at my waist. Then, I dropped the top over my newly done hair and let it settle out at my midriff and blouse over the skirt's waist band. God it felt good! Mom then covered everything with a sheet-like something or other and tied it around my neck. She bent over, drew herself close to my face and stared at me head to head, looking at me like I wasn't there; sort of like an empty canvas. "I have to adjust your eyebrows just a tad, honey. Nobody will notice when you're dressed in the other gender, but they need some clean-up and arch. O.K.?" she asked. "Have I ever refused you anything, mom?" I replied. She proceeded, and I felt a few dozen stings while I was reviewing all the new names she was calling me: honey, sweetie, sweetheart, hon, baby and, of course Jodi. I adored it all. "That's fine!" she said breaking into my thoughts and looking me straight in the eyebrows, approving of her handiwork. She was still very close to my face, and I suddenly realized that my mother was really a sensual and beautiful woman. "Do you think you can make me as pretty and sexy as you are, mom?" I asked hopefully. "I'm certainly going to try." she replied as she began dusting my face with powder to take off the shine then a few brush strokes of blush. She explained everything that she was doing and why she was doing it. She penciled in some darkness on to my eyebrows, further shaping them; she outlined my eyes with black eyeliner and feathered in color on the lids to accentuate my blues. Then she outlined my lips with a dark plumb-red lipstick and filled it in with another redder color. She blotted my lips and pronounced me, "Done, Hon." She fluffed out my hair a bit, untied the protective cloth and sang out, "Arise my lovely." She walked me over to the mirror and unveiled my image. "Incredible," I gasped to her. I unconsciously put my hand to my throat "You've made me really beautiful, mom." I was a fox. When I looked in the mirror and saw this incredible female instead of me, I could pass fair judgment on her looks because it wasn't me. And, let me tell you, I was a dish. The same too-skinny legs for a boy were perfect for me now; the same slight figure for a boy was perfect for me now; and the same, sparcely follicled face looked smooth, soft and feminine for me now. I looked exactly like the kind of girl that I wanted to go out with at school. I was exactly the person I'd like to have on my arm for the school prom. I was breathless. "Oh, mother," I squealed. "Look at me!" "I see you, baby. Now what are we going to do with you? I mean, you have to come down sometime." "Why don't we," she continued with her eyes dancing with mischief, "go out to a club and get some dinner and dancing? Just for the heck of it. Nobody will guess a thing." My mind began to fantasize. . . PART 2 I continued to stare at my improbable image, drinking it its total illusion with absolute disbelief thinking of myself as a object de art with only one person to appreciate me, mom. Much as a schooner with all sheets full and no wind. Here I was, beautiful and attractive with no place to go. Actually, I was afraid to go. "Mom, I can't go anywhere like this. I'd be spotted in a second, exposed in a minute, and then scarred for the rest of my life over the gigantic embarrassment that happened tonight. I guess I'm a scaredicat, but I can't go." "Don't be silly, Jodi. Nobody could guess in a million years! You can see in the mirror how perfect you look. Your voice is perfectly passable, kind of sexy, if you will. Don't worry about this. You can pull it off in a New York minute," she responded. I remained unconvinced. There are a hundred different ways a female acts and re-acts differently than a male. The way she carries herself; the way she stands; the way she talks and gestures. Everything about a woman spells 'different' from a man. I knew that I couldn't carry off such a masquarade without more practice. I explained this to mom, but she just sluffed it off as a non-danger. I knew that she was right about a lot of what she said, and she knew that I was right about what I said. "Well, let's go somewhere that there is no chance of encounter with anyone we know, and that you won't be 'on trial' as a female. We'll go somewhere less threatening, like a restaurant and just eat a leisurely meal. I'll tell you what you need to do to do things 'female'; sort of like a training session. It'll be great and fun. What do you say?" How could I answer her? I was dying to go out just to see what I could see and do, but I was filled with reservations about the whole idea. Nevertheless, I nodded my face, "Maybe tomorrow night, mom. Tonight, I'd like to just run around the house like this and get used to the idea of what I'm doing. I'm just so excited, and I feel so good and the clothes feel so good. Mother, I just love it!" That seemed to be enough for mom; she was willing to take one day at a time, too. We adjourned to the living room where I sat down, exactly as I'd been taught, on one of our chairs; mom sat opposite me on the sofa, looking me over very critically and approvingly, "You know, you walked right in here without so much as a wiggle in your step. The heels didn't pose you any problem whatever, did they?" "No," I responded shyly. "Mom, are you ever aware of what you are wearing; I mean, how it feels against your skin when you stand or walk?" "Not really, honey," she answered, "except when I first put something on. I guess, since this is when you first put these clothes on, you are going to be keenly mindful of how the garments all feel on you." "That is a real understatement," I answered. "My metabolism is completely shot for tonight. I tremble when I look at my nails, my nylon sheathed legs, my reflection. My heart beats so fast when I feel the softness of the dress and top against my skin or when I remember how I looked in your black lace bikini panties. I'm just a nervous wreck, mom." "You'll get used to it; it'll become second nature. Don't worry about it, Jodi," she responded soothingly to me. "It will be fine." The doorbell rang, and I almost wet my pants. I couldn't move to get out of the room. Even though mom motioned to be calm as she was getting up to answer the door, I wanted out of there. She said it was probably the paper boy or someone trying to sell magazines, and that I was not to worry. It didn't matter what she said; I did not want anybody to see me. But mom had to go to the door, and I sat frozen with fear, transfixed, looking toward the door to see who it would be. Horrors! It was Todd. Joel/Jodi was mortified and completely benumbed by Todd's appearance. Jodi sat stone-still afraid to blink, itch, twitch, breathe, quiver or even think. Jodi was terrified that any sort or movement would give the deception away. Todd's company was not contemplated at all for tonight. Not at all! Todd was to be his roommate in college, and now he stood in the doorway looking over Jodi's mother's shoulder at Jodi. Mom spoting the direction of Todd's gaze, broke the silence: "Gracious, Todd, I wasn't expecting to see you tonight. Were you supposed to meet with Joel?" "Actually not," Mrs. Nelson, "but I had mentioned to Joel that I was going to drop by this weekend and discuss our college plans some. I'm really excited about going away to State, and I thought that Joel and I could talk about it some." He paused for a moment before adding, "I don't know of anything specific on my mind, though." "Joel isn't home, Todd. After school, I dropped him off at the library. He told me he was going to investigate a different perspective. Whatever that means! It certainly sounded mysterious to me, but I didn't ask any more about what on earth he was talking about or when he'd be back tonight." She paused for a breath, and then I saw mom look at me and heard her ask, "Have you met his cousin Jodi? She might stay with us a few days." I could have killed her. I didn't know what to do, so I just smiled nervously and nodded." My throat was like the Sahara. I thought I would never be able to swallow again. Then mom unbelievably invited Todd to come into the livingroom and visit a while and wait for 'Joel'. I couldn't understand what was driving her to do this: whether it was mischief or meanness. But I knew that whatever it was, it had made me an emotional basket case. My head was light; I even thought for a second that I was going to pass out, but no such luck. Then mom delivered the stroke of death. "Come on," she said directing Todd towards me, "let's go into the living room and sit. We can talk a bit, and we'll wait for Joel to come home." She sat and motioned Todd to sit. "Have you decided what you are going to major in, Todd," she queried to start the conversation rolling." "No, ma'am," he responded with just a quiver in his voice, not looking at mom, but looking at me! I desparately wanted to be invisible. I smiled, and that was the third movement I made since the doorbell rang. "I lean to things 'science', like biology, chemistry, geometry. That kind of thing." I could hear his voice relaxing as he began talking about himself and his plans. He was getting more and more at ease. As he continued to talk, my mind flashed back to last September when Todd had just come to town was placed in my homeroom. Our school programs were much the same, and we shared a couple of classes. We have never been tight friends, but we have been good friends since. Probably because we are sort of neighbors (he lives a couple of blocks away), we share a lot of common interests and goals, and he's a really nice guy. We just sort of fell together and formed a friendship. It just seemed natural to wind up as roommates. It certainly wasn't anything for either of us 'to die for', but it did smack of a natural progression of events. Anyhow, that was then and this is now. He keeps on talking to mom, but looking at me. Gracious, I think that he will stare a hole right through me. I just keep nodding and smiling, knowing that any moment will end it, and I guess everything else for me. I figure that I'd better do everything I can to fool him because I don't think I'd be able to handle the trauma of discovery. Mother must have guessed if she put me into this kind of spot that I'd work much harder than if just she and I went out in the world exploring. This is a really taut situation that I've been thrust into. I am terrified, and I know I have to deceive him completely; somehow I'm going to have to fool him into thinking I'm female. I'll have to start raising the pitch of my voice a bit and mixing into the conversation just as if this were the most natural, ordinary thing in the world for me. "But mostly," Todd continued, I think that I want to pursue astronomy, Mrs. Nelson. That seemed like a good place to come in, so I summoned my courage, raised the pitch of my voice some and began. "All those 'billions and billions' of worlds interest you, huh?" I heard myself say. Todd seemed grateful for the interjection by me. "Yeah, I'd like to discover s minor comet or see something that nobody else has ever seen or noticed. I'd get to name it, you know. That would be exciting. I don't know if I'd ever do it, but it would be great if it happened." "Maybe you could find a sister planet for Earth. You know, kind of a mirror image or something," I voiced, encouraging him a bit. He indicated nothing that said he noticed or suspected that I wasn't who I said I was, but I couldn't figure out why he kept looking back at me when he was talking to mom, either. Our conversation grew more lively, to NASA, Star Trek, the various spinoffs, the movies, the other sci-fi movies; nobody seemed to lack something to say at any moment. Mom interrupted this surprisingly pleasant conversation with, "It just doesn't look like Joel is coming home. Why don't we all go out to grab a bite? What do you think, Todd?" I could have died when she asked, but I almost fainted from fear when Todd replied affirmative. I knew that I must be sweating profusely. Then mom walked over me and grabbed my hand to help me out of the chair, still talking to Todd, "We girls will just freshen up, and then we'll go. That O.K., Todd?" "Sure, Mrs. Nelson. Let me run home and get into a jacket or something dressier, like you gals have on." "That'll be fine, Todd," mom said showing Todd the door holding on to me forcing me to hobble behind her as we walked to the door. I prayed my walk wouldn't give me away. "We'll honk for you as soon as we're ready, and would you mind calling me Lori from now on? Mrs. Nelson seems so very formal, I'm actually uncomfortable with your using it with us three." Good lord, what did she have in mind, now I wondered She closed the door in back of Todd, and I mindlessly followed her to her room "You were great, Jodi, and he doesn't suspect a thing. He just keeps looking at you with those mooning eyes. He goes for you! I bet you never thought that would happen." "Don't be silly, mom, he is just looking over a new person. You are right that he doesn't suspect. At first I was so very afraid, but as the time passed, I could see that I was passing, too." "Well, don't get too confident, honey. You are just a beginner. And, young lady," she continued, "do not, bounce your crossed legs so much. My goodness, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were in danger of going blind." I laughed, "I wasn't even aware of what I was doing." I was lying and she knew it. It did feel good, but it only took my mind off of my situation, I rationalized. "I'll not do it anymore." "It isn't that, honey. But when your leg bounces, the movement grabs his attention, and frankly he is looking you over very closely now and needs no further excuses or encouragement to look even harder. You must try and keep him from looking too closely at you. Let me freshen your lipstick, Jodi. On second thought," she interrupted herself, "you freshen your own lipstick." She handed me a tube which I carefully opened and delicately applied to my lips. I was slow, but I didn't screw up, either. "That's going to have to become second nature to you," she finished up. "I want you to wear my black silk clutch purse. It'll match your shoes and it isn't too 'much' for the outfit." She slipped a couple of items beside the lipstick in this very smart looking bag, and headed me back to the bedroom. "I think you should wear something at your throat to soften the expanse of your skin the halter top exposes," she talked on while looking through her jewelry box. "This is perfect: A white cameo on a black silk choker ribbon. I'll be a knockout, Jodi," she said excitedly placing the choker about my neck. She was right, it was smashing! And it completed the outfit, I thought, but I was wrong. Mom pulled a couple of carved ivory lotus-shaped earrings out of the box and clipped them onto my earlobes. It felt peculiar, but I looked really foxy. She then sprayed us with perfume, and we were ready to go pick up Todd. Driving over to Todd's was girl-school the whole way. A flood of do's and don't's poured from her mouth. I didn't know she could talk so fast. Be sure and walk this way, wait for him to open any doors, keep my voice up, keep my courage up, smooth my dress before sitting, listen for her signals about 'freshening up', etc. etc. After all, it was only a couple of blocks to Todd's. The horn bleated, Todd appeared in the doorway, closed his front door, bounded down the steps and slid himself into the car's front seat, very next to me, very close to me. He had to place his arm around me and rest it on the top of the seat because the seat was so cramped. I didn't mind at all. Actually, he'd have done the same thing if I'd been dressed male; it wasn't as big a deal as I mentally made it. "Yum. Jodi, that perfume is great!" He stuck his nose almost in my ear smelling it, and it made me shiver. I'm positive he wouldn't have done that if I'd been dressed male! "Don't do that," I instructed him with a gentle slap. "That's not right." What wasn't right, I knew was the way I'd responded to his sniff. It gave me goosebumps; or, what he'd said did. I don't know which, but something surely set me off. "Hi, Mrs. Nelson. You ready for this evening?" With a smirk in her voice she answered, "Actually, Todd, Jodi is who we have to ask that question. And we'd already discussed 'Mrs. Nelson'; don't call me Mrs. Nelson. Call me," she paused still dragging and saying "me" as if thinking about it, "Jenny. Yes," she approved aloud, "Just call me Jenny, seeing how we're out for the evening, it'll make it smoother." She was right. "Well, you gals," he continued, ignoring what I'd said and sidestepping what mom has said, "went and prettied yourselves up more. You went and decorated yourselves with jewelry," he went on, referring to my choker and ear rings, "freshened your paint, and put on your prowling scents. A guy doesn't stand a chance," he joked. We ignored his remarks. The mini of my outfit really exposed my crossed legs, and Todd did examine every pore on my legs. Obviously, their shape was good enough to attract attention. What I couldn't get over was Todd's inexplicable inability to identify me correctly. I couldn't believe that my deception was that good. With very light conversation and very little strain, we passed the time driving to Guido's, a small bistro on the other side of town. I figured that mom was completely aware we didn't want to run into anyone we knew. Mom stopped and the valet opened her door while Todd popped out of his door and helped me out of the car. I slid towards him, careful to look graceful, then placed the toe of my right shoe on the landing strip very cautiously. I watched my foot go down and marveled at the graceful curve of my calf. I placed my other foot down, now looking Todd in the eye, smiling and attempting to look appreciative of his help. It wasn't that hard. Mom and I walked up the sidewalk with our high heels clicking deliciously against the pavement and Todd between us. The headwaiter showed us to a table that mom had judiciously requested?not too far from the restrooms, off to the side, a short walk to the dance floor, and just a step from the veranda. I read the menu he opened for me and heard mom order white wines for the three of us. Just what I needed, I reflected, a brain turned into mush and my flesh stuck in this incredible situation. The wine came, we ordered our food, toasted and sipped and then Todd asked me to dance! Good God! The music was jumping, mom was busily offering encouragement to us (actually me) and since dancing to this music was essentially a solo, I accepted and tried not to look too self-conscious at what I was about to do. Todd helped me from my chair and led me to the dance floor. As I danced my movements became less and less contrained, and as I gained confidence and poise my dancing demeanor became more natural. Actually, I was doing all the same steps and moves that I'd always done, but every now and then, I'd hit the side of my skirt and kick it up a bit and flash some thigh. I must have been crazy. Todd kept his eyes rivited to me, and I surprisingly enjoyed the attention. Dances came and went as did our salads and main courses. Just before dessert and after mom and I returned from an exciting trip to the ladies room to touch up our make up and a quick exchange of goodies, Todd took mom to the dance floor. The music unexpectedly slowed to an almost standstill. Mom moved up right against Todd, to my complete amazement, encoiled herself about him and smiling, let him shuffle to the music with her appended. There was no light to be seen through their postures. I was astonished and jealous of my mom and surprised at my own feelings. When they returned to the table at the break, after about 15 minutes in each others arms, Mom touched my hand and asked me to return with her to the ladies room. Todd again helped me up, and she and I travelled to the sanctuary. I feigned primping and freshening my lipstick in front of the large mirror and didn't say anything until I was certain we were alone. She beat me to it: "Well, Jodi, I've softened him up for you. He is 'enormously' excited now, and he'll do anything you want." "I don't want him to do anything, mom." "Don't call me mom; call me Aunt Jennifer or Aunt Jenny," she corrected. Then she went on, "I mean, he's on edge, Jodi. He won't notice anything at all. You'd be safe to do a slow dance with him, I worked him up so he could be dancing with a porcupine and not notice. It is really unfair, the power that we women have over men. Whenever he'd backdance, I'd slip my thigh between his legs and brush his maleness, and he can't think straight any longer." "Mother!" I squeezed out in a hoarse whisper, "I am really amazed at you." "Don't be a prude, Jodi," she quickly replied, "Tonight is tonight. We'll see what tomorrow is when we are through with tonight. Let's go back to the table. I just wanted you to know that you could safely dance a slow dance with him." As we approached the table, the waiter took the chair out for mom and Todd intercepted my walk to the table, grabbed me and led me to the dance floor. My God, it was slow, and before I could resist, he had me tightly held against his body and moving in unison with him. It wasn't all that hard to do, that is, to follow him, I mean. Soon, I wasn't paying attention to my dancing, but to Todd pressed against me. "Your perfume is dynamite, Jodi," were the first words from his mouth. His nose was practically in my ear, and when he talked, his breath tickled me. I smiled and tried to pull back some, but he only drew me closer. I suddenly realized what mom had meant when she said 'enormously' excited. It felt like a roll of quarters pressed against me. This had to stop. I grabbed Todd's hand and pulled him from the dance floor: "I'm getting just a bit tired, Todd. Let's rest a while at the table." I figured this would give him a chance to cool down, and normally it would have. I slid into my chair and reached for my drink. I noticed mom had scootched down in her chair a little, and her expression changed to an impish smile at the same time that Todd jumped in his seat and tried to retain his composure. He reached for his glass and tried to say something that wouldn't come out just before he attempted to swallow some liquid. His face grew sheepish and his eyes glazed over a bit, then I realized what mother was doing under the table. How utterly disgraceful! "Aunt Jennifer, would you come with me to the ladies' room for a moment. I need you to help me fix something." What I really needed was for her to stop fixing Todd's thing! Todd offered, "I can have them move our table into the ladies room so you two won't have so far to walk next time. If you like, I mean." His face was all smiles. Acting as if he hadn't spoken, mom pulled her hand from under the table and grabbed her purse, protesting, "But we just came back, honey." "I have to adjust something, and I need your help," I stated firmly between clenched teeth. "Oh, all right," she responded getting up from the chair in concert with me. Todd hesitated a second or so before getting up as both mom and I left for the ladies room. "Aunt Jenny," I issued sternly in a hoarse whisper, "his fly was open. What are you trying to do? You've got to stop. What must he think? Good God, I'm supposed to room with him this fall, and he is going to think that my mother is a harlot. You've had too much to drink. Tell him that, and let us go home. You've spoiled everything." Mom was downcast, and she was ashamed. I could see that my scolding had taken effect. She'll tell him that she drank too much, and, hopefully, he'd dust it off as a liquor related incident. When we returned to the table, that was just what happened. Mom paid the waiter and asked Todd to drive us home. He graciously accepted and led both between the tables, out the door, and to the valet with our arms looped though his arms. It gave me a fuzzy feeling walking on the sidewalk with my high heels clicking and me clinging on to the arm of a willing male. Quite an experience. Mother insisted that I ride up front with Todd, and she located herself in the back seat, humming softly some tune or other. We pulled up to our darkened house and Todd parked the car in the drive. "No, no, Todd," mother broke into the night sounds. "Drive it into the garage." Todd obliged, turned off the ignition, and we all three departed the car and climbed the back steps into the house's kitchen. "Well, if you'd show me through the house to the front door, I'll be going home." "Silly," mom quickly said before I could say anything to get him out of there, "you and Jodi sit in the living room, and I'll get you both a nightcap. You're all grown up now, ready for college, I guess a quick drink won't hurt anything." I could have slain her. I thought nothing but dark thoughts as I led Todd to the living room and offered him a seat. I chose a straight chair, by a table, sat straight down, smoothing my skirt and crossing my legs like mom had taught and told me, and tried to sit sooooo still for fear that any movement would 86 my disguise. I had to manufacture phoney answer after phoney answer to each of Todd's questions attempting to make small talk. Mom breezed in with a couple of ice filled glasses of something sweet and potent and immediately changed the subject to what Todd was going to major in and generally college things. It did get the conversation flowing again. One-half a drink later my ackwardness vanished and mom left Todd and I to our own devices. One minute later, with mom out of earshot, Todd dischaged a thunderbolt: "Jodi, I've really had a great time tonight. I'd like to do it again, soon." I remained speechless. "Friday night is our prom. Will you go with me?" It was like I'd been struck dumb. My mouth opened, but nothing could come out. I sputtered and studdered then drew a deep breath, "Todd, this has been one of the most memorable nights of my life." Oh, God, that's true, but too thick. I couldn't take it back. "But, I was planning to leave for home Thursday, and I don't have anything to wear, anyway. I just can't. Maybe next time I'm in town." I thought that would pretty much get it; it did, because he was really down cast. He stood to leave, in disgrace he thought, and I rose to show him to the door. My mind was racing for a way to tell him that it really was a good time for all tonight, he had not lost face, and everything would be all right. A good answer never came to me as I walked him to the door, but his machisimo returned. As I reached for the front door knob, he slipped his arm around my waist , pulled me to him and kissed me before I could think, retract, react, or cry out. In an instant his lips were pressed to mine, my body was pulled against his molded to his shape feeling his manhood responding to our throbbing hearts. I couldn't believe my thoughts. I actually stepped forward to better feel his erection. It was flattering beyond words. I knew itt was something that could never be. His tongue dug in between my lips and I gave myself to him. I welcomed this intruder in sucking it further into my mouth and pulling his head tighter to mine with my arms that had involuntarily encircled his neck. I realized what I was doing and tried to withdraw but he was too strong. I just enjoyed the kiss with ardor and surprise. When it was over, he began kissing my exposed neck and shoulders, and I had to push him away. It would have been terrible otherwise. I succeeded; and he was wounded again, but I couldn't help it. "I guess I'll go home, now," he said hoarsely. He turned, closed the door, and it was dark, silent, and disquieted in my foyer. I turned and leaned back against the door, my hands behind me, my high heels dug into the rug, reliving the evening and the kiss. God that kiss. I actually loved it. It was different. It was at Todd's direction. It was he who gave it; it was he who navigated it; it was he who directed it. It was he who put his tongue to work exploring my mouth; it was he who pressed his steely rod against my belly; it was he who captured me. I loved it. I loved being on the receiving end. "That was some display, Jodi," mother said gliding into the room, interrupting my thoughts. "Mom, I have to confess. I don't know what to say or who to tell it to, but I lost it with Todd. I liked the kiss. I actually liked it. And I liked the evening. I mean, I really liked it all. It was so very different; so exciting and it was so much fun. But I never expected this finale. I mean, I just never . . ." "Don't even think about it, honey. Tonight you were a girl. You were really a GIRL. You were beautiful, engaging, attractive, and feminine. You danced; you were courted, and you reacted just like a girl should." Then, matter of factly, she continued, "go upstairs and get out of my clothes, hang that sexy dress in your closet with the shoes underneath as an evening's remembrance. Then, go relieve yourself, wash up and I'll lay out some special night clothes for you. This is going to be the most wonderful wonder filled day of your life, and this is your birthday." PART 3 I did as I was told. I begrudgingly got out of the skirt and halter top, undid my bra and took off my other underthings and hung, folded neatly or did whatever I was supposed to do with all these luscious garments. In my closet I hung mother's skirt, placed the black pumps below on the floor; and hung the halter top next to the skirt. I looked at the garments, sighed and wondered what was next. I went into the bathroom, but couldn't bring myself to relief in this naked stage. "C'mon in your room, honey," mom called. "You're going to love the night clothes I've spread out for you to sleep in." I hurried into the room, and a quick glance at the bed told me that mom was right. I was pleased. "Honey," she admonished, " you didn't do what I told you." Well, that wasn't so smart. As I gazed at the garments, my malehood made my arousal public. It just stood straight up. "Let me put this cream on your chest, Jodi, to relieve any from the hair removal." I nodded, and she applied the emolluent to my chest in soothing circles, crossing each breast and each nipple many times. My stem was throbbing as she continued to massage the creame in. My eyes glazed over, my ears went numb, and my pistol fired three times, it quick succession. "Darling, what a waste. Next time warn me," mom kidded. "Next time I want warning, too, mom. I don't know what has come over me, tonight. I love it, but I am in a complete fog." I was eyeing the briefs that were to go underneath my black babydoll nitie. I couldn't wait to feel them against my body; I couldn't wait to feel the gauzie babydoll brush my body. It was a sensual orgy. "Go clean youself up, and put on your nitie, Jodi, and I'll turn down my girl's bed." In the bathroom I wiped myself clean and re-entered the land of paradise. Looking in the mirror at this girl in a nightie with a trace of lip rouge set off all kinds of fireworks. I lay down in bed feeling the nylon slide up and down my body, teasing my tactile senses. My mind wandered about how I'd spent my last few hours, and bounced between my last week's reality, today's very different reality, and my fantasies of what I'd like reality to be. Sleep conquered my thoughts; and I awakened to the ringin telephone. I couldn't move to answer it; I was sated. After the third, fourth or fifth ring, I don't know which, mom got it. That was good, because I wouldn't have been able to muster a "hello." "It's for you, Sweetie," mother cooed to me after silencing the ringing. "It's Todd." I picked up the phone and to my surprise was able to muster a slightly husky, "Hi, Todd." Before I realized what I was saying, I blurted out, "I was just thinking about you." "Yeah, well that's the problem, Jodi. I couldn't stop thinking about you and that kiss; and I can't go to sleep without talking to you again." My heart was beating a mile a minute; I could feel my face blush; and I was getting an erection just thinking about Todd and the evening and the kiss. Incredible thoughts. I can't put down what I really felt when I heard him tell me this. What excitement I felt! "Jodi," he continued, "you have to go to the prom with me. I've never felt this way so quickly about anybody." He was actually begging me to go with him to the prom. I cannot deny that did anything to soften my erection. The titilation was tremendous. Steadfastly, I replied a very hoarse, "It can't be, Todd. It just can't. But," I quickly added, "don't think I don't want to; it's just that I can't. I can't." I'm positive that he knew from my rejection that it was because of things beyond my control. At least, I hoped so, because that is what I wanted him to think. I didn't want to bruise his ego. I touched myself involuntarily and immediately remembered his hot body pressed against mine in that sensational kiss; I could feel his manhood starining against me. His voice jarred me back to reality. "I'm coming over right now. We have to talk some more!" "No, Todd," I answered. "Yeah, I have to talk with you. I want you to tell me 'No' face to face. I have to see it in your eyes. I'm coming over." I could tell I wasn't going to win this argument; I thought a second, remembered mom hadn't left yet. I covered the mouth piece and called, "Aunt Jennifer, can Todd come over for breakfast?" Two milliseconds later she was leaning against my doorway in a silken housecoat looking strangely at me and cooing, "Certainly, dear, but we'll need at least an hour to fix the table for him." Well, she figured that in one hour we could prepare me, her and breakfast for Todd's arrival. I'd like to see that. I didn't question her, I just removed my hand from the mouthpiece and said, "O.K., Todd, but give us an hour or so to fix some breakfast for you." "I'll be there at a quarter past 10. I can't wait." I hung up the phone relieved that he'd given us an extra 15 minutes, and looked at mom, "He is going to be here in an hour and 15 minutes. He wants to talk to me about going to the prom with him; what am I going to do?" "First, you're going to take a bubble bath while I lay out something of mine for you to wear. I'll make you up while the breakfast is cooking , and we'll talk about this then. Meanwhile, let's move we have a lot of ground to cover." * * * I poured the pastel blue bath salts into the stream of hot water and watched it pound the salts into bubbles that exploded into a luscious meadow-fresh aroma. My captivated attention was shattered with a call from downstairs, "How are you doing up there, Jodi?" The reality set in my mind as I stepped into the growing pond of scented bath water. I slipped down into the tub, and its warmth becalmed me; its odor engulfed me and I lazily washed myself, thinking only of how to deal with Todd. He was so suave and danced so beautifully. I'd really like to make it a relationship, but that was impossible. But I can't hurt his feelings and bruise his ego with an unexplained rejection. God, I can still feel him pressing against me. I made up my mind, but I didn't like my resolution of the problem. It did seem right. For now, I was going to enjoy the next hour. I stood up toweled myself dry, went into the bedroom and began dressing in the luscious panty briefs that mom had laid out for me. I encircled my waist with the matching bra, fastened it and moved it up my body to cloak my breasts. I wiggled my arms through the straps, slipped in the two pads and adjusted it here and there to comfortable. It was really made of a whispy fabric, and the panties played against my male senses. I was really aroused. Some because of anticipation, some because of recollection, but most because of sensation. I ran my right hand under my bra across my nipples while my left hand traced itself against my excited my penis, wrapped it in a tissue, and began to slowly pump it up and down. In moments, the tissue was soaked, my breathing was labored, and my manhood was flaccid. I cleaned it and tucked it into my panties. "Mom, what am I to put on?" I called down. "I laid out some of my cut-off shorts for you, some knee-highs, a blouse with an open midriff, and some of my sport flats. You'll look fine. Go to it." So I struggled into the shorts and couldn't believe how much leg was exposed. They just came down about two inches from my crotch. And they were tight; completely formed to my butt They looked more like painting than fabric. I sucked in all I could and buttoned the top button, which was one of God's minor miracles, zipped up the fly. The blouse was easier. It was sort of cut off at the shoulders, fit tight around my breasts, and hung loose about three inches above my waist. My belly button was exposed. I pulled on the white knee-highs and stood akimbo in front of the full length mirror and saw a neat looking highschool senior girl needing her hair combed and her face made up. I looked completely female from just the clothes mom had laid out for me. Mom entered the room. "I can see we chose the right hairdo for you. Here it is morning, you've just had a bath, and with a little bit of fluffing out with your fingers, you'll look like you just stepped out of a beauty parlor. Here, Honey, do this," she went on, demonstrating how to convert my fingers to a hair fork and how to probe my hair and fluff it out. I looked in the mirror and confirmed that she was, as usual, right. My hair looked just great and natural. I really liked my "do". I walked over to mom's vanity and sat facing her, back straight and prim awaiting her make up job. "Why don't you try yourself, first?" she suggested with a question. That really seemed like a first rate idea. So, I swiveled to the mirror, loaded my hand with a lipstick, and began drawing on my lips. When I finished, mother stared a