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TAKE YOUR DAUGHTER TO WORK DAY
by BOBBI
Here I was, an 11 year boy who had not been able to identify his (or her) own
sexuality. Oh, I did all the boy things, baseball, soccer, fishing etc. I also had a
secret. A secret so bad that I could never share it with anyone. I was truly
ashamed when these evil thoughts came into my conscious mind. I liked girls
clothes. I loved the feel of the nylons and satins. I loved the looks of pretty
dresses and skirts that the girls wore.
This compulsion had led me to even play with my Mom's clothes. I made sure
she never knew. I would be home alone and sneak into the bathroom and paw
through the hamper to find her frillies. I had even gone so far as to slipping a
pair of her panties on which only led to more. I soon found myself in panties,
bra, skirts and blouses. I still looked like a boy in a dress, not a girl. However,
the feel of the satin panties around my privates and my nipples inside satin bra
cups made me feel like a girl and made me sexually aroused.
There was just Mom and me. My Dad had left years ago and the only thing I
ever knew about him was when Mom didn't get a support check and was going
to have him thrown back in jail. He never called and never had any contact with
me. Mom would date, she was a very petite woman and extremely good
looking. She never developed a long lasting relationship with any of the guys
she dated. I kind of thought she was protecting me by not involving herself with
them.
I had always loved the closeness Mom and I shared. Maybe that's why I was a
little effeminate and certainly more sensitive than most boys my age. That's
probably why I got along so well with girls. Although my hormones were
starting to drive my mind in new directions my relationship with the girls always
seemed to be of the good friends rather than sexual attraction.
It was spring and an announcement was made at school that any of the girls
participating in "Take Your Daughters To Work Day" would be excused from
school that day. I thought about that and felt that it really wasn't fair. They
didn't have a "Take Your Son To Work Day." Anyway, I didn't have a Dad to
take me to work anyway. The least they could do was give us all the day off
school. Gee, I thought, I'll bet it would really be fun to go to work with Mom
and see just what she did all day at the real-estate company she worked for.
As the school day ended and we all headed out for home. Josh, my best guy
friend, was with me and Liz another friend of mine caught up with me.
Liz said, "Mom's going to take me to the bank with her. I can hardly wait.
She's going to get me a new outfit and introduce me to her boss and show me
the vault and everything."
"Well Liz that's really nice, I guess. If it was just take-your-kid-to-work, I
know Mom would take me to work with her. Maybe I should file one of those
law suits about not being fair to us guys." I said.
"Yea," Josh said, "Maybe you'd get a zillion bucks or something. At least
maybe they'd give us all the day off school."
"Well Bobby, since you don't have a Dad maybe they'd let you off school to go
to work with your Mom. You should ask Mr. Yost." Liz said.
"Yea Bobby, I'll bet Old Yost would give you the day off if you promised to
wear a dress to work with your Mom," Josh teased. "Just put a dress on and go
ask him," he laughed poking me in the ribs and taking off running.
I watched him run down the street but didn't attempt to run after him to gain
retribution. I continued my stroll with Liz. I'd get even with Josh for his
teasing later.
"I really think you should ask the principal about being able to go to work with
your Mom," Liz said.
"Yea, Maybe I'll do it. But I don't know if they would even allow Mom to
bring someone to work with her and especially a boy on daughters day."
"Well maybe you should dress up like a girl and go with your Mom. I'll bet if
you dressed up like a girl no one would ever know you weren't one."
"Oh Liz, get off it. Your worse than Josh. It's bad enough I can't go without
you two rubbing it in."
"Sorry, I didn't mean it mean. I think it would be fun to dress up and fool
people.
And I don't care what you say, I still think you could pass for a pretty girl."
"Yea and the Pope's not Catholic. I'll see you later, I gotta get home before
Mom gets there," I said as I ran off towards my house not waiting for a response
from Liz.
When I got home Mom wasn't back from work yet. I grabbed a coke from the
fridge and plopped down in front of the TV. I was still bothered by the fact I
would never be able to attend work with Mom. It still didn't seem fair. Just
another thing girls got to do that boys didn't. They got to wear all those pretty
clothes. They got to style there hair and wear jewelry. They even got to wear
make-up to make themselves beautiful. Now they even got to go to work with
there Mom's or Dad's while I got to go to school.
The front door popped open and Mom came rushing in, "Hi dear, how was
school today? Got your homework done? I'll get us something to eat in a
minute. I'm going to change first."
"Fine Mom, No I don't have my homework done yet. I'll get to it after supper."
As I heard Mom return from changing from her business clothes to casual
clothes, I wandered toward the kitchen where she was already preparing dinner.
"Mom, would you take me to work with you some day?"
"What would you want to do that for? I guess you could go with me sometime,
but I'd have to ask the boss first and what about school? Your in school
everyday I work", she said.
"Oh I'd really like to see what you do. They have a take-your-daughter-to-
work-day at school but I never heard them talk about a take-your-son-to-work-
day. All the girls who go to work with there parents get the day off school."
"Oh yes, I did hear about that program. Mrs. Brown brought her daughter to
work one day last year. But your right, I've never heard about a program for
boys."
"Maybe I'll sue them for not being fair."
"Oh you mean file a discrimination suit against the school? Well you better save
up your allowance, lawyers don't come cheap. It seems I spent half my support
payments on lawyers trying to collect the other half from that dead beat Dad of
yours."
"Yea, discrimination or whatever."
"Maybe you should just dress like my daughter and go with me to work that
day," she teased.
I was indignant. I half yelled, "Mom, get off it. Your the second one to rub my
nose in it today. Liz said I should dress like a girl and go with you too. You
both must be on the same mind altering drugs."
"Hey young man that's enough. If you don't think I know about your hamper
raids you must think I'm pretty stupid. Just what are you doing digging my
clothes out of the hamper?"
I was dumbfounded. My cheeks grew hot and red as I stood there unable to
speak and not knowing what to say.
"Well, have you been trying them on?"
"N...ooo Mom," I lied, "I never put your clothes on I was just looking at
them."
"Don't get so upset. I was only asking. I've been meaning to talk to you about
it before. You shouldn't hide your feelings. If something is bothering you, you
can talk to me about it. Nothing you could say or do will shock me and I will
love you without strings. Do you know what that means?"
"I .....I guess so."
"Well it means I want you to always be able to talk with me about anything.
Even embarrassing things to you. We only have one another and I hope we
never have to hide things from one another."
"I gotta go do my home work. Call me when supper is ready," I said as I beat a
retreat to my bedroom and safety from my Mom's questioning. Inside the
confines of my room I thought about what Mom and Liz had said. Did I really
look like a girl? Was I meant to be a girl and something happened? Was it
possible that I could become a girl? Did I really want to be a girl? Yes, I loved
the clothes and I loved the way I felt when I was wearing Mom's clothes, but
that wasn't being a girl.
It wasn't long till Mom yelled to me that supper was on and I went down to eat
with Mom.
As we sat eating Mom said, "Did you ever want to dress like a girl? I mean do
you like girl's clothes as much or better than your boy clothes?"
"Mom, please, I never dressed like a girl," I lied again.
"I didn't say you did, honey, I was only asking your about your feelings."
"Well, girls sure got it easier than boys and there clothes are much nicer and they
get to wear so many different things. Gezz, girls can wear tee shirts, jeans, or
any boy clothes and nothing is ever said. Then they can put on dresses and
skirts and really priss themselves up."
"Well dear, No one ever said the world was fair. But if you want to see what
it's really like to dress like a girl I'll help you. It can be our secret. Your fine
features would allow you to look as good as any girl your age. I'll bet with your
hair done and dressed like a girl no one would ever guess you were anything
else.", Mom said.
"Mom, this is crazy. I don't look like a girl, I'm a boy. If anyone saw me in
girls clothes I'd never hear the end of it. Please, let's just forget it. I don't want
to talk about it anymore."
"OK, fine with me. But if you change your mind, let me know. No one but
you and I would have to know about it."
The next morning I ate breakfast with Mom and our discussions of the prior
evening was not brought up again. I thought about it a lot but was not going to
discuss what I really felt with Mom. I still didn't have enough confidence in our
relationship to be able to admit everything to her. As Mom left for work she
said, "I'll be a little late tonight. I'll bring us something to eat. Don't mess the
house up."
"OK, Mom. I'll be here."
As Mom left and I cleaned up my dishes, I started to think about what Mom had
said to me last night. Yes, I really would like to try being a girl or at least be
able to try on some girl clothes. But what would Mom really think? What
would happen if Liz or Jason ever found out? Putting Mom's clothes on was
fun but it was more like dressing for Halloween. I mean I could never pass for
an older woman. I always ended up looking like a boy in a woman's clothes.
I put the thoughts out of my mind and headed for school. Pretty uneventful day
as it turned out. It wasn't long till I was on the way back home once again with
Liz and Jason. Jason was first to bring the subject of yesterday up.
"Hey Bobby, Did you ask Mr. Yost for the day off yet? If he gives you the day
off let me know. Maybe I'd wear a dress if he gave me the day off too."
"Gezz Jason, why don't you get off this kick. If you want to wear a dress then
go ahead but leave me out of it."
"Yea Jason," Jenny piped in, "Leave him alone. At least he'd look presentable
in a dress and you'd look like a freak."
With that said Jason turned to take off again and shouted over his shoulder,
"Well Bobbi dress real pretty and maybe I'll ask you out."
"He's such a nerd. I don't know how you put up with him and his teasing all
the time. I think he really is jealous of you."
"Oh he's OK. What does he have to be jealous about. He's really good in
sports, the girls like him, he gets good grades."
"He knows your much better looking than him. Your really cute and have such
a nice, ahhhhh how to say this, kinda good looking like a girl's face."
"Oh great. Now I look like a girl and Jason's jealous of that?"
"No that's not exactly what I meant. I mean you are good looking and your so
nice to talk with and your not brutish like Jason and some of those other nerds."
"Yea well I think your a little wacked too."
"Oh, don't be such a shit. If you were a girl you'd be my best friend, I just
know it."
"Well, I'm not a girl so I guess I'll never be your best friend," I shouted as I
head for the house at top speed.
When I arrived at the house I was surprised to see Mom's car in the drive way.
She had told me she'd be late. I entered the house and shouted a "Hello,
anybody home?"
Mom's voice answered from up the stair case, "I'm here. I'm just getting
changed. I had an appointment canceled today so I took the afternoon off. I
thought we'd go out and get something to eat and do some shopping, if you
didn't have any plans."
"Naw, I'm just glad it's Friday. Maybe we could stop at the music store and I
can get the CD I wanted."
"That's fine, Honey. Why don't you go take a bath, I left you a tub of nice
warm water. When your finished call me, I got you something at the mall this
afternoon you may want."
Well, what was with her, Did she buy me a CD? And running my bath water, I
didn't remember her ever doing that for me since I was old enough to bath
myself.
I went up to my room and stripped my clothes off, donned my robe and headed
to the bath room. When I opened the door the fragrance nearly knocked me
over. The sweet perfume of Mom's bath bubbles still lingered in the air. No,
more than that the tub was filled with the same bubbles and scent of Mom's
bath. Well, I didn't give it a second thought and dropped my robe as I slid into
the soft and silky scented water. Wow, what a sensation. The warm scented
water felt like silk or something. I couldn't believe how great it felt and how
long I had been bathing without this added luxury. I knew then that Mom would
be buying a lot more bubble bath than she had up till now.
I almost fell asleep in the warm fragrant comfort of the of the bath. I was
somewhat startled by my Mother's voice, "Hey you, are you about done in
there? Better get out and get a move on. We've got a lot to get done."
"OK, Mom, I'll be right out. The bath was really great."
I climbed out of the tub and dried on a big fluffy towel Mom had left for me.
My body, I knew, smelled of Lilac. I hope it would fade before we left for
supper out.
I opened my room door and was a little surprised to see Mom sitting on my bed
unwrapping packages from the department store.
Before I could say a word Mom held out a pair of white satin panties with lace
on the front and a little pink bow at the waist line. "Here," she said, "Put these
on."
I was shocked. What was she doing. I wasn't going to wear girls panties.
"Are you nuts? I'm not wearing those things," I shouted.
"Oh yes you are and much much more," she said calmly. "I know you've done
more than look at my clothes in the hamper. I'm not completely stupid you
know.
Now you can either put these on or I'll put them on you. We're just going to
find out once and for all if it's the clothes you like or prove to yourself that's this
is nothing more than an ill advised thought on your part about how much better
girls have it."
"Mom, I'm not going to do this. You can't make me do it," I said as I started to
choke up. Yes maybe I had thought about dressing and being a girl, but I
wasn't one. Why was Mom doing this to me. Was it just a test to trap me?
Mom stood up and in a flash had pushed me back onto my bed. She lay half on
me pinning my upper body to the bed with her back as she grabbed my leg.
Before I knew it she hand the satin lace panties over my one leg and was in the
process of working them over my other. I kicked and attempted to twist out of
her grasp to no avail. She had the panties slip up my legs and into place before I
had a chance to really fight it.
"Mom, please," I cried as tears rolled down my face, "Don't do this to me,
Please."
"You can make this hard or make it easy but your going to be dressed as my
daughter before we leave this room."
With that she released her grip and finished pulling my robe off my arms and
shoulders. I wasn't done fighting yet. I jumped to my feet to beat an exit but
she caught me in and iron grip with her left hand and then planted a well aimed
swat across my satin clad butt.
"Straighten up and act like a lady. Let me finish dressing you. Then if you
don't like it you can take it all back off after I've finished. Don't stand there and
tell me you hate it. You've tried it on your own now I just want to help you.
You really need to find out if this is just a passing stage or if there's something
more to your dressing in my clothes."
I choked back the tears and the fight left me. I resigned myself to the fact my
own Mother was going to dress me up as a girl. She place a white satin bra with
lace cups to match the panties around me and fastened it in back. It was then that
I became aware of the satin encasing my bottom and now chest. Yes it did feel
nice and the stirrings deep within were sending messages to my groin.
"Now look at this lacy garter belt that came with the panties and bra. Hose and
garters are a little dated but I couldn't resist the set. I knew they'd be perfect for
you. Here let me hook this behind you. Now see you have to stick the tabs
down through your panties. That way you don't have to unhook your stockings
to take your panties down when you have to relieve yourself."
The garter belt was new to me. I had never seen one before and wasn't sure just
what Mom was talking about. My main concern right now was to keep the
sensations in my groin from making the satin panties bulge in the front. I
strained to see my reflection in the mirror but Mom was careful to keep me
turned away from it. I said nothing, I just stood immobile as she attempted to
create the daughter from her son.
"Now dear, step into your petty slip I bought you. See how nice it hangs on
you," she said as she positioned it around my waist. "I thought a pretty petty
slip and this matching camisole would be best since you weren't available to try
things on." She then dropped the silky camisole over my head and arms as it
seemed to float into place.
"Mom please," I muttered to deaf ears as she continued her dressing. The hem
of the silky little slip that barely reached mid point of my thigh brushed my
thighs and sent chills up and down my whole body.
"Now now, just be a good girl and sit down on the edge of the bed while I show
you how to roll your hose on and attach them to the garter tabs." As I sat she
rolled a tan colored stocking up my leg. It did feel great. Then she
demonstrated hooking the top of the hose to the garter tab. I did the next on. I
wasn't nearly as adept as Mom but I managed to get it up and attached to meet
her requirements. I stood again at her instruction and now with the little slip
barely covering the top of the hose the sensations were only amplified. I knees
almost buckled but I caught myself.
"Well dear, what do you think so far? Are girls clothes still nicer than boy
things?"
"Ah Mom, please. You shouldn't be doing this to me. I'm a boy. I can never
be a girl."
"Oh just wait till I finish before you pass judgment on yourself. Wait till you see
this skirt and top I found for you. I know your going to just love it. I really
wanted you to have your own thing to dress up in. You need something for
your own age group and I had a ball shopping for you today. These are all
yours. Now here, look at this skirt, isn't it to die for. The white you can wear
with anything and the pleats will give a little accent to your hips."
I stepped into the pleated skirt and Mom zipped it up the back and buttoned me
into it. It really felt great over the slip and I now saw the reason for the short
slip. The skirt was certainly a "mini" on me as it ended a good two inches above
the knee. I knew from the other side what this little number would do to boys.
With my legs in the silky confines of the nylons and topped off with the white
pleated skirt I knew I was hot even if I couldn't appreciate it in the mirror yet.
I was still admiring my sexy legs under the skirt in silence when Mom began
slipping the pink satin top over my head and arms. Once in place I looked down
to see the shiny satin top in hot pink. There were no sleeves and the neck line
was embroidered as it dipped in the front to modest levels. The fit was perfect
with the tail just meeting the waistline of the skirt. The padding of the bra gave
the appearance of barely developing breasts of a girl my age and made the front
of the satin top hang out somewhat in the front. Oh how I wanted a mirror now.
Then Mom dropped a pair of pink flats that matched the top in front of me.
"Here, try these on. I think they should fit you."
I slid my feet into the pink flats and she was right. They fit just perfectly, snug
but not to tight. Now as I peered down my front all I could see was the makings
of a girl.
"OK Mom, We're done. Now can I get out of this outfit."
"Done? Dear we have just begun. There's a lot more to being a girl than just a
few clothes although I must say you do really look nice already. Now come on
to my room so I can finish," she said as she drug me by the hand into her room
where she had the mirror to her vanity covered with a sheet.
She sat me down in front of the covered mirror and said, "Now just a touch of
make-up and then will do your hair."
She pulled out a feathery feeling brush and dipping it in a powder pot brushed it
lightly all over my face. Then another brush as a pink red was brushed onto my
cheek bones. Then without a word she was painting my lips with a pink paint
brush. "There, just a little color. I'm glad you quit bawling. There's nothing
worse that red swollen eyes on a girl."
"Mom please, stop now."
"No dear, you'll just have to humor me till I finish. Now I think your hairs dry
enough for a little styling."
My hair was almost to my shoulders. The natural blonde color was also the
reason I had little visible, if any, hair on my body. But it now presented Mom
with the clay she wanted to mold a girls hair style for her son. She soon had a
hot curling iron wrapping my hair and forming large cylindrical curls all around
my head from the crown to the neck line. As soon as she put the curling iron
down she started with a brush, pick and a can of hair spray.
"Mom please, I have to go out again and I can't be seen in a bunch of curls."
"Oh don't worry this will all wash out. But if you want to be a girl you'll be
doing this every morning. You could really use a cut and perm. Then we could
really style your hair and keep it in a while."
"No thanks, I just want this over with."
With the hair finished to Mom's satisfaction she picked up to pink pearl earrings
and clipped them to my ear lobes. The she hung a matching pendant around my
neck suspended by a fine gold chain. Then a gold bracelet was clamped over my
left wrist.
"Really Mom, Aren't you taking this whole thing a little to far. Yea so I tried
you panties and bra on a couple of times, that doesn't mean I'm a girl or want to
be a girl. You know I'm a boy and could never be your daughter. Maybe it's
you who need some consoling."
"I think that's about enough out of you for the moment. If you want to discuss
you secret activities with me that's fine but let's be honest about it. Now tell me
truthfully if you can, How often were you putting my clothes on? How dressed
did you really get? Didn't you do it to pretend to be a girl?"
I was shocked. She seemed to know a lot more about my secrets than I ever
thought she did.
"Now my dearest daughter, please stand up while I unveil to the world,
"Bobbi", the prettiest girl in Harbor View." With that pronouncement she flung
the sheet covering the mirror off and I was looking at the girl I had never been
able to see but always felt was there. My mouth with the pretty light pink lips
dropped open. My truly girlish face was framed by blonde curls which fell to
my shoulders. My bangs consisted of one large half cylinder of blonde curls.
The hair was being held off my face and ears by a pink ribbon that separated my
bangs from the rest of my hair and disappeared under the hair just behind my
ears. There was absolutely no trace of a Boy or Bobby anywhere to be found in
the mirror. Emotion welled up from deep within me as it pushed tears out the
corners of my eyes. I didn't know what to feel. Was I mad because Bobby had
disappeared? Was I so happy to finally be Bobbi? Was I mad, glad,
embarrassed, happy, sad? My knees buckled as Mom was there to keep me
from complete collapse on the floor.
"Please, Bobbi, don't cry. Are you OK? Never tell me you couldn't be a girl.
You can be anything you want to be I just wanted you to see for yourself.
Please don't be mad at me."
"Oh Mom," I sobbed, "I think I'm happy. I don't know. I can't believe what
you did. Look at me Mom I am pretty aren't I?" I fell into her arms with tears
running down my cheeks. I had never felt so close to her as I did at that very
moment. She held me tightly and comforted me and I knew tears were trickling
from her eyes as well.
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