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Playing the Mommy By Kresha Matay While Paul was still a toddler his father and uncle were killed in an airplane crash. They were twin brothers who owned an employment service that provided household help, such as maids, cooks and bartenders, to the rich. It wasn't a large business, but it was somewhat successful. Neither brother, Tom nor Dick had expected to die so young and therefore carried very little life insurance. All the profits, other than those they took out in salaries, went back into the business. Each brother, therefore, left their wives, Nora and Karin, strapped for money to support themselves and the two small children they left behind. The two women quickly realized that they had but two choices, sell the business or try to run it themselves. They soon discovered, that while successful, the business held little appeal to potential buyers since it could easily be replaced by the competition just by waiting for it to go under. It was his Aunt Nora who came up with the idea that they sell her smaller house, and that she and Renee move in with her sister-in-law Karin and Paul. That they also convert the dinning room and the third bedroom into an office suite from which to run the business. Each woman would, initially have her own bedroom to share with her child. Since both Paul and his cousin Renee were toddlers this presented no problem. Later, as the children and business grew, they expected to find outside office space and "give" Paul and Renee their own rooms. Karin liked the idea. Paul's grief-stricken mother had secretly vowed that she would do everything in her power to protect her young son from all possible harm and saw this as an opportunity to be at his side, or at least nearby, all day long. It was her suggestion, that she run the business during the morning while Nora managed the household and the kids. In the afternoon they would switch. As this was agreeable to Nora they implemented the system. Under their management the business grew faster than when the two brothers' ran it. However, there were problems. The women soon discovered that Karin had a natural ability to deal with the clients, while Nora was better at doing the bookwork, billings and payroll. So their jobs changed. Karin sat at the desk dealing with both the clients and employees in person or over the phone for most of the day. Then, when it slacked off, about 3:00 PM, Nora took over. This seemed to work much better. Paul and Renee spent most or all of their waking hours in either their mother's or aunt's company or with each other, not unusual for pre-school children. This developed an over-protective drive in each woman towards the children. By now their business had grow to the extent that they could easily afford outside office space, but they preferred working out of their home and being with their "babies". For example, when Paul and Renee grew too large for their cribs, which the mother's had situated alongside their own beds, the cribs were replaced by trundle beds, and then these were replaced with single beds - but still situated alongside their mother's. As a result, Paul and Renee were rarely out of Karin's or Nora's sight, except on those "special occasions when the cousins slept together and the two women found release in each others arms. Both women had decided that until their children were grown, there was no room in their lives for men. They had "found" each other one night when circumstances had forced them to share a bed. Both, Paul and Renee had come down with Chicken Pox. Since it was easier to care for the children together, they had moved Renee and Paul into Karin's bed while they shared Nora's bed. It was during the night that Karin was awakened by the searching fingers of her sister-in-law and the soft moans of a woman in the beginning stages of passion. Gently turning towards Nora, she discovered her sister-in-law was still asleep. Karin quickly realized that Nora, in her dream, believed she was lying next to her husband, imploring him to make love to her. Karin had had similar fantasies since her husband had died and knew how strong the desires could be. She would wake up in a fetal position, drenched in sweat, with her hand buried between her thighs and a burning ache emanating from her inner core of womanhood. Deciding that her sister-in-law's fingers could cause no harm, she allowed Nora to "cuddle" against her supple body, herself pretending to be asleep. In that way if Nora woke up, her fondling of Karin wouldn't embarrass her, besides it felt good to be in someone's arms for just a little while, even if those arms belonged to her sister-in-law. Nora wasn't asleep! She had finally garnered enough courage to make a move on Karin. While in college she had sexually experimented with her female roommate and found woman to woman love-play most enjoyable. Now, feeling the need for sexual fulfillment and having no male available, she turned to the only adult person in her life...her sister-in-law. Not sure of what Karin's reaction might be, she had devised a plan of subtle seduction which entailed her pretending to be asleep, fondling Karin as if Karin were her husband, getting her aroused and then, taking advantage of the situation if it developed as planed. The attempt had it's own built-in safeguards in that if she were rejected by Karin she could always claim she had been asleep. When the cousins had gotten sick she recognized it as an opportunity to implement her plan. Peeking between her lashes she saw that her subterfuge was working. Not only was Karin "allowing" her caresses, she was enjoying them. Gently, she slid her hand up under her sister-in-law's nighty-top and cupped Karin's soft breast, circling the tender nipple, while she nibbled and kissed at the nape of Karin's neck. She was rewarded by the sound of Karin's quick intake of breath, the hardening of her nipple and the shifting of her sister-in-law's rounded tush closer against her own thighs and abdomen. Her next move was to pinch the fleshy bud of Karin's nipple between her thumb and fingers. A groan of sexual pleasure escaped from between Karin's lips, followed by this statement. "If you're going to keep this up, get serious about it. Quit wasting time and do me right. You're not the only one without a man, or the first to have enjoyed being with another woman. I need you too!" From that night's experiences, they became more than just widowed sister-in- laws...they became lesbian lovers. In order to sleep together, and cautious because of the kids, they at first had the cousins sleep together, making it into a game. When the game's novelty wore off and the kids complained they decided to chance making love in one or the other's bed with either Renee or Paul in the room with them. When they soon discovered that Paul was a much sounder sleeper, they "met" in Karin's room whenever either felt the need for an orgasm or just to be cuddled. As the years went by this familiarity became more open thereby causing changes to creep into their daily lives. They became less careful about their touches and hugs. Friendly kisses became more ardent and the women acted less modest around the house in their apparel. Neither woman felt at all uncomfortable walking about the house in the briefest of lingerie or nighties. Paul and Renee became accustomed to seeing their mothers in various stages of undress. In addition, since the house contained only one bathroom, the door was never locked. Many a time, when Renee or Paul had to use the facilities and couldn't wait, the child found itself sharing the tiny room while either their mother, their aunt or their cousin was taking a shower or bath. Both children therefore became quite knowledgeable of the differences between the genders and the differences between the female anatomy from girlhood and adulthood. When Paul turned seven he began to notice the slight differences between his clothing and his cousin's and more importantly his aunt's and mother's. He was naturally curious about the strange undergarments worn by his mother and aunt. Occasionally he would find a piece of discarded lingerie lying on either the bathroom or bedroom floor. It might be a slip, a bra, a pair of panties or a nightgown dropped by the wearer with the intention of returning to pick up later. It was the colors that initially attracted him. They were so much brighter than his own drab underwear. As most boys his tender age have done before him, he would pick up the garment, feel how light and silky it was to the touch and wonder how it would feel against the skin. It didn't take too many times for him to get up the courage to eventually find out. The result was wonderful as everyone knows. The cool, soft and luxurious fabric seemed to float down from his shoulders over his tush and drape itself around his legs in a cascade of shimmering loveliness. As he moved about the room the fabric came in contact with his skin and produced a series of delightful sensations that lightly "tickled" the fine hair on his body causing him to shudder in ecstasy. From that day forward he anxiously watched for and took advantage of any opportunity to "play" with feminine apparel. While his interest in feminine attire was growing another situation was causing a concern for the mothers, school. Neither Nora, nor Karin "felt" comfortable with the idea of sending "their" children off to school to be taught by strangers. Nora again offered the solution to their dilemma. She had been a certified schoolteacher before marrying Tom. She would teach Paul and Renee in the mornings while Karin ran the business. In that way the cousins wouldn't have to leave the house and it's protection. With her having only two students, she could easily keep up with her teaching and still manage the books. After the morning sessions were completed, she would join Karin in the office, leaving the cousins to play in the back portion of the house. If they started a commotion or got into a disagreement one or the other mother could quickly step-in and settle the problem. If it was a serious problem they could be sent to their respective rooms or even made to sit in a corner of the office while the women worked. They soon discovered that it was Paul who started most of the arguments and that sending him to his room accomplished little. When they made him sit in the office he was better behaved, so that became his time-out area. One day, when Nora was out getting office supplies, Paul, about eight, again became unruly. What made this day different was that his mother was expecting new clients, very important clients, to visit the office in just a few moments. What was Karin to do? She couldn't ignore the trouble he had caused, nor could she have the clients see her son sitting in the corner of her office being punished. The only solution she could think of was to order him to crawl under her desk, hidden from view by the modesty panel yet close enough for her to secretly control him. She just had enough time to get him situated and give him stern instructions to sit there quietly, when the clients appeared. Paul, who had seen the look of danger in his mother's eyes and realized her threat was not an idle one, sat still as a statue...at first. It was after his eyes became accustomed to the dim light that found it's way under the desk that he discovered he could see up his mother's skirt. This interested and amused him! The idea that his mother was acting so prim and proper in front of the clients tweaked his mischievous nature. Slightly adjusting his cramped position he craned his head and stared up between her partially spread thighs at the white nylon cloth that was his mother's last vestige of feminine modesty. While he had seen her in panties and bra before, this time it seemed different. In the past his mother had been aware of her scantily clad appearance in front of him, now it was different. The fact his mother wasn't aware of her disclosure...made him brave. He was too young to be sexually interested, instead this situation bewitched him. He could see where Karin had the beginnings of a run starting just above her knee and stopping just below the welt of her hose. Silently giggling to himself, he gently slipped his small hand between Karin's open knees and attempted to tease the run further down her leg with his fingernail. The moment his finger touched her inner knee, he felt his mother flinch, but when no threats issued from her he knew he was at least, momentarily safe. His mother trapped in the middle of negotiations with her clients dared not react to her son's impish ways. She decided to ignore his hand between her knees. It wasn't the first time he had touched her there. They played a game in the privacy of their bedroom where they would tickle each other. Paul had discovered that the soft underside of his mother's knees were as ticklish as her ribcage and when he couldn't get to her ribs the next area he went for was her knees. This time Paul wasn't interested in tickling as much as he was in playing with her lingerie. Sliding his small hand higher, he "palmed" his mother's nylon covered thigh and was gleefully rewarded by her fruitless attempt to dislodge his hand by her fidgeting. In an attempt to prevent any further mischief and the possible discovery of her son's presence under her desk, Karin crossed her legs, but in a manner that seemed natural to her guests. This only made matters worse! She now exposed the tender underside of her one thigh to her son's sight. This only encouraged the youth. Bending forward, he grazed the smooth flesh of Karin's upper thigh with his drumming fingertips up and down the exposed area, gently tickling her sensitive flesh. Karin, caught off-guard by her son's actions, had already recognized that Paul was probably fascinated by the run she remembered in her hose. She hadn't bothered changing her nylons since the drape of her skirt adequately hid it from normal sight. Now she realized she had made a mistake by crossing her legs. She was in serious danger of losing control in the presence of her clients. Deciding that less mischief was possible with her knees open, she again uncrossed her legs purposely leaving her knees slightly spread apart. She hoped that Paul's attention would be satisfied by trying to expand the run and decided to brave it out. After all, he was too young to really know what he was doing. Her son no longer cared about the run, his new interest was making his mother squirm. This was the first time he could tickle her without her "fighting back". It was when his small tormenting fingertips touched the exposed flesh of her inner thigh that she all but lost control. Her natural reaction was to slam her knees together thereby trapping her son's arm from his small fingertips to his shoulder between her thighs and knees. Holding her upper body as motionless as possible, she squeezed her thighs as tightly as possible but without actually hurting her son's arm. "Boy, was he ever going to get it when her client's left", her mind flashed. It was then she discovered, she was becoming aroused. Paul's feeble attempts to pull his arm from between the warm flesh of his mother thighs only caused her to hold him tighter. This, in turn, caused him to flatten out his fist so as to make it thinner and easier to extract. What actually occurred was his fingertips came in direct contact with Karin's panty-covered pussy. Now his minute movements teased the outer lips of her slit through her tightly drawn nylon panties, allowing the tiny vibrations to run across the thin fabric. These vibrations caused a tingling sensation. As arousal built, her inner wetness caused her lips to separate exposing her clit to the friction between her son's fingers and her panties. With each sensual vibration, her frustrations grew. Unsure of what to do, she decided her only course was to expeditiously deal with the clients while continuing to trap her son's arm between her thighs and just enjoy the warm sensations slowly swelling within her. As her son's pulling and pushing attempts to get free increased her arousal this became more difficult by the moment. Thankfully it was just at this time that the client's completed their business, said their good-byes and left. It may have been impolite, but she hadn't dared to rise when they shook hands. After their departure, she was relieved that she had succeeded in keeping her son's whereabouts secret and the state of her emotions from the clients. Still using her thigh muscles like a vise, she pushed back against her desk chair, dragging her "attached" son out from under the desk. Releasing his arm, she pulled him upright. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she questioned him as to what he had been doing and why his hand was up under her skirt. His reply satisfied her that it was innocent infatuation with the run in her hose that had initially been the reason and that when he saw her flinch he had decided to tickle her like some of the other times they had played. Somewhat appeased and pleased with herself that she had been correct in her evaluation, she cautioned him against any future attempt and sent him off to play with his cousin, completely forgetting he was being punished. Locking both the office door and the door leading to the rest of the house, she sat back down in her chair, with her skirt at her waist and her legs splayed to either side. Reaching her trembling fingers inside her ruffled blouse and under her bra cup she began teasing the nubbin of hard flesh aching to be caressed. Her other hand "snaked" inside her nylon panties, it's extended fingers gently splitting the folds of her womanhood. Teasing the blood engorged bud of her moist clit, she fantasized it was Nora's tongue instead of her finger flicking the jewel of her femininity. Quickly her arousal returned, her tunnel of lust filling with the sweet, warn, wet essence of a woman in heat. Removing her hand from inside her blouse, she inserted two fingers between the pouting lips. Flicking the bud of her clit in time to the strokes of her fingers...she orgasmed, her heels tapping the floor-mat in wild abandon. It was at that precise moment that Nora, using her key to unlock the door, walked in and found the semi-naked Karin savoring the effects of her orgasm. Somewhat disheveled and definitely embarrassed, Karin was forced to explain what had occurred. After the explanation, Nora teasingly asked if the arousal came because of being touched between her legs or because it was Paul's hand up under her skirt. Karin was shamefully forced to admit it might have been the result of both. Nora, always the more sexually adventuresome, then asked if the next time Paul was to be punished would her sister-in-law mind if he were placed under her desk. She quickly added that she had no intent to seduce the child, but since he was so innocent, she wanted to see if he would repeat his behavior or was it the beginnings of an Oedipus complex in her nephew or in his mother. Concerned by Nora's statement, his mother agreed, but only if she was in the office to watch the results. When the opportunity came a few days later, Paul was directed to sit under Nora's desk to serve out his punishment. The results were similar. He again played and teased but now with his aunt's nylons. This time he also ran his fingers over her slip and garters, even snapping one. From this the women decided that his interest was their lingerie, not any sexual investigation or desires. Seeing nothing wrong with his curiosity towards feminine lingerie, they would, at times, when they felt like being teases, purposely invent reasons for him to be punished, sending him to his new time-out area under their desks. They also took special pains to purchase and wear the most exquisite nylons, slips and panties they could find, much to the delight of young Paul. Having no man around to tease with their finery they substituted the youth, never realizing how strong his fetish for lingerie had become. Neither woman would admit it to herself or the other, but on those occasions' when Paul was punished, their loveplay, later that night, was always the most imaginative and satisfying. Now that the reader has an insight into the adults let me say a few words about the interaction between the cousins. Both Paul and Renee were bright, intelligent and imaginative children. Renee, six months the elder, naturally took the dominant role whenever the children played together. The women encouraged this since they felt she was the more responsible of the two. Paul wasn't a bad kid, just mischievous. He was extremely curious and at times impatient with being under Renee's watchful eye. Most of the time they played together without any problems. It was only when she took on the role of the one in charge did they have arguments. Their biggest disagreements seemed to be centered around the game of playing "House". Renee always took the role of the mother of the house, after all, they were her dolls and her mother's "old" clothes and she was the girl. Paul was relegated to being the dad. In the fatherless environment they had grown up in, this left little for Paul to do in their role-playing. Renee would be the one to get dressed up in their mother's old clothing. She was the one who would cook the meals on her "Barbie" kitchen set and serve it on her "Barbie" dishware. She was the one who took care of the baby, fed it it's bottle, changed it's diapers, brushed it's hair, dressed it, held it all the time and rocked it to sleep. Poor Paul's role as the father of the household was to go off to work (sit in another room), come home and read the newspaper, eat the meals Renee had prepared, and watch TV. This, of course, held little appeal to Paul's curious and imaginative mind. Whenever he suggested that he perform one of Renee's duties she quickly dismissed the idea with the explanation that: "She was the mommy because she was a girl!" Having no response to counter her argument, he sulked and/or refused to play. Alone in his room, he would hold conversations with himself complaining about the injustice of his being born a boy. He felt that his gender excluded him from all the "fun" roles in life. He viewed the role of being the male as boring. Eventually he concluded that he wished he had been born female. His desire to have been born a girl was constantly being reinforced by all the influences of his daily life. He lived in a household of women. He saw how they were "allowed" to wear pretty clothes and to use perfume, make-up, and jewelry to enhance their attractiveness. He noticed how "outsiders" fawned upon his beautiful mother, aunt and cousin, while barely noticing his ordinary presence. His cousin was allowed to go places like the beauty shop with his aunt and/or mother while he was left at home, just because she was a girl. Whenever the women went clothes shopping he was made to sit in a chair outside the dressing rooms, bored, while they tried on the various outfits. He couldn't understand this since at home he saw his mother and aunt wearing even less or nothing at all. Renee was allowed to touch the various brightly colored pieces of women's underwear when they went shopping for lingerie, but not he. It was different when they went shopping for him. Renee didn't have to sit outside because the men didn't have an enclosed area and she was allowed to touch the boy clothes. He felt he was excluded simply because he was different than the three females of the house. This resentment grew and he began taking it out on his cousin. He refused to play "House" with her. Whenever he was asked if he thought his cousin looked pretty in her new dress, etc., he answered that she looked "silly". He found that putting down his cousin gave him satisfaction, which replaced the hurt he felt at being different. Of course the women took his attitude as rude and impolite, which they punished him for, thereby making his resentment worse. Finely, when Renee begged him one day to again play "House" he refused unless he got to be the mommy. When Renee rejected the idea as silly, he struck her. Stunned, more than hurt, she ran to her mother and aunt...crying. Paul, knowing he was in serious trouble, hid in the closet of his room. The women meanwhile had calmed Renee down enough to discover what had occurred. Asking Renee to wait in Nora's office they discussed the situation. His mother began. "We can't let this continue! My son must learn never to strike Renee again. I won't have him grow up into a wife-beater." "I agree with you, but maybe we can solve the problem with subtle maneuvering instead of another spanking, they obviously haven't worked in the past. Let's use the fact that their argument started because he wanted to be the mommy when they play 'House'. Karin, why can't he be the mommy?" her sister-in-law asked. "Because he's a boy!" Paul's mother quickly answered. "Karin, don't take this wrong, but haven't you told me often enough how you wished he had been born a girl? Don't you wish you could outfit him in pretty dresses and petticoats and tie ribbons in his hair? Don't you wish you could do all the things with him you did with your mother when you where a little girl? Well, this may be your chance." "Nora, don't be silly. He's my son. I can't make him wear dresses and petticoats. What would people think?" "Hear me out on this before you reject the idea. Paul wants to be the mommy! Let's let him be the mommy, but if he's the mommy...he needs to dress-up like a mommy. When Renee plays the part she wears a slip and one of our dresses, a big hat, my high heels, jewelry, make-up and a feather boa. Let's see if Paul's willing to do all that. He probably won't, but then again he may. You know how he's fascinated by our lingerie and clothing. If he agrees, we tell him that before he can play at being the mommy he has to first dress up like a little girl, since little girls are the only ones who can play the part. We'll brush out his hair into a ponytail and tie it with a ribbon. We'll make him wear flowered panties and put him into at least two petticoats and a party dress. We'll make him wear anklets and black patent leather Mary Janes. Then we'll use a little lipstick and blusher and also paint his nails pink. If he agrees to our doing all that, that's were the subtlety comes into play. If by this time he still wants to be the mommy then we spend time teaching him how a 'little' girl acts. No more rudeness, no more hitting Renee, no more acting like a 'bad boy'. He'll learn to be gentler, more polite and better behaved. All because he want's to and all without his being aware of it. In addition, if our plan works, you'll get the chance to have, at least, a part-time daughter. It certainly won't hurt him to wear a dress once in a while around the house. We may not be able to take him outside, but you can still do some of the things you did with your mother as a little girl. I've never told you this but my mother had a problem with my brother when he was little and this is how she solved it and look at Frank now. He's a perfect gentlemen, well mannered and courteous towards women. Any mother would be proud to call Frank her son, and it certainly never hurt him. You should have seen how pretty he looked in my dresses, and he was much nicer to play with as I remember. At that age you couldn't tell the difference. Mom even thinned out his eyebrows. He liked dressing up as a girl so much he even went clothes shopping with mom and me dressed as my sister. I'll bet that Paul, when dressed in Renee's clothes will look as pretty as Frank. If he does, we can surely take him anywhere in a dress. If it doesn't work, or if he refuses, there's nothing lost. Well, Karin, what do you think?" "I think it's a wonderful idea! What will we tell Renee?" Paul mother asked. "She can also be a mommy. Neither Paul nor Renee has to be the father, look at us, there's no father in this house and we do quite well. We'll tell her just what we tell Paul. If he refuses, it solves the problem of who's going to be the mommy. It will be Renee and Paul...if he accepts?then Renee has a part- time 'sister', which I'm sure she'll enjoy just as I did with my 'sister' Frank. Let's call them in and make our offer. Okay?" With a nod of her head Karin agreed, turned and went in search of her son. Eventually finding him in the closet, she dragged the protesting youth back to their office where his Aunt Nora and Renee stood waiting. In their absence, Nora had quickly explained the idea to Renee, who at first had been unsure if she liked the idea of their both being the mommy. When Nora further explained that it would be her duty to teach Paul how to be a good mommy she whole-heatedly seized upon the idea. Paul, knowing he was in big trouble stood silently before the three females expecting to have his pants taken down and be spanked. Even though he felt guilt at having struck his cousin, he still felt somewhat justified since she had refused his request to be more involved in the game playing. When he began to hear what his aunt and mother offered instead of the spanking he was lost for words. Finding out that he was to be presented the chance to also play the part of the mommy, be dressed in his cousin's pretty party clothes, wear make-up and jewelry, have his hair put in a ponytail and be addressed as Paula was almost too much to understand. When asked if he would agree to everything the women proposed, he positively tingled with excitement as he assured them he would do as they asked. Then in a surprise move he hugged his cousin and apologized for hitting her and asked if she would give him one of her dollies and help him learn how to be a good mommy. Renee, somewhat taken aback, accepted her cousin's apology, quickly realizing that her mother's explanation was correct. Paul, as Paula, would be more fun to play with and therefore she graciously offered Paul "her" choice of any doll except Renee's favorite, Denise. The two mother's, watching this scene, turned to the other, and each with a look of joyful satisfaction hugged one another. They were interrupted by both Renee and Paul asking. "When can we start?" "Right now!" Karin answered. "Paul, it's going to take some time to get you changed this first time. You probably won't have enough time to play today since we also have to teach you how to act as a young lady. There's so much for you to learn. So why don't we make it a special day and both you and Renee dress up in party dresses and your aunt and I will get dressed up in our best outfits. Honey, if you look good enough as a girl and do everything we tell you, the four of us will go out for dinner to a nice restaurant. Would you two young ladies like that?" "I would!" answered Renee. "Can I dress up as Paula and play mommy tomorrow if we go out tonight?" Paul asked. "Of course. You can become Paula all this weekend." stated his smiling mother. "Then Mommy, I'll be the best behaved little girl you could ever have wanted!" Paul exclaimed. Tears of joy ran down the cheeks of both Nora and Karin. Nora because her sister-in-law would now find the joy she desired in having a daughter. Karin at the love she felt for both her new daughter and towards Nora for convincing her that Paul should become Paula. Since both cousins were to be dressed it was decided that Karin and Paul were to close the office and then meet Nora and Renee in their bedroom. This gave them the necessary time to begin collecting the clothes that he as Paula would wear. Nora was amazed at how anxious her daughter was to help transform her cousin into a girl. Renee even offered up her best party-dress for him to wear, settling on a less attractive one for herself. When questioned by her mother, she explained. "Mom, it'll be like having a sister!" Smiling to herself, and remembering the fun she and her 'sister' Frank had as sisters, she agreed. Just then Karin and Paul entered through the open doorway. Even though Paul was looking forward to his transformation the women could tell he was nervous about it. Deciding that the quicker he got into it, the better, Nora and Karin began removing his clothes. When he was stripped to nothing but his shorts he was handed a pair of blue cotton panties with pink forget-me-not flowers printed on them. Not bothering to turn his back to the women, nor his cousin, he slipped out of his shorts and into the panties. A sleeveless undershirt with lace trim at the neck and the tiniest little flower was next. This was followed by two sets of stiff taffeta petticoats, one full length and the other half-length and finally the pretty peacock blue pinafore dress with puffed shoulders and sheer rayon sleeves. The sleeves had an elastic band sewn into the wrist and scalloped edges. Then he was shown how to sit in the bouffant skirts at the dressing table where little girl anklets and a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes were placed upon his feet. His mother now took over the responsibility of styling his hair and his make-up while Nora painted his fingernails a pinkish red. As each succeeding step in his transformation was completed he looked less and less like Paul and more and more like Paula. Tiny little girl earrings were clipped on and a small gold cross was placed around his neck. When the women were satisfied they asked Renee if she would take her cousin Paula's hand and show "her" what she looked like in the full-length mirror on the closet door. As he was led to the mirror he looked back to his mother for reassurance. Karin overjoyed at the results of their work, smiled her approval and pursed her lips in a silent kiss. Now optimistic, Paula stepped before the mirror and was totally overwhelmed by "her" reflected image. She was a girl. There wasn't a vestige of her former identity left. Not only was she a girl, but a very pretty one. It was then that she heard the sound of the three females as they clapped their hands at how beautiful she had become. Turning to face then, aglow with self-pride, and remembering how "she" had seen "her" cousin Renee perform it in the past, Paula grabbed the edges of her skirt and did a curtsy. This was a perfect response in the eyes of the three females and they rushed to her side hugging and kissing her as they congratulated Paula on her looks and performance. When they finished their celebration, Paula was asked to move about the room so that the women could correct and/or teach him how a young girl would act. This was when he found out how enjoyable it was to wear feminine attire. With each step...she crinkled. With each movement her dress flounced and her ponytail bounced. With each movement of her hands the tips flashed with color. Now it was time for Renee to get dressed. When it was suggested that Paula leave the room for a moment it was Renee who argued that it wasn't necessary, stating that since they were both girl's it didn't matter. "If you let Paula stay, she'll see how I get dressed and it will help her to understand how to do it herself." Renee commented. After a moments consideration, the women agreed. The rest of the afternoon went just as planned and by evening Paula had mastered the nuances of acting as a little girl. At this young age the differences were so slight that even if he made a mistake it would probably go unnoticed. It was time for the women to prepare themselves and this was when Paula knew she was accepted into the world of females. His mother and aunt decided to reward his good behavior by letting the "girls" stay in the room while they prepared to go out. While in the past he had seen them getting dressed this time they explained the different garments they wore. Their purpose in supporting and shaping their figures and how the clothes were made to enhance certain features and hide the minor flaws that were unique to each woman. They were shown how to roll up a pair of nylons, attach them to the garters dangling from either his aunt's panty-girdle or his mother's garterbelt. When he asked why the garters fit under Karin's panties the women, giggling to themselves, explained that females sat down to go to the bathroom and they wouldn't be able to slip their panties low enough if they wore them inside the garter's straps. "She" was cautioned that "she" must now do the same whenever "she" was dressed as Paula, otherwise "she" would give herself away if "she" were discovered facing the bowl the wrong way when "she" relieved herself. The "girls" were shown the proper way a bra was to be worn, with just enough lift to minimize a woman's breasts from bouncing, yet not so high that the straps dug painfully into her shoulders or made them look un- natural. They were shown how to slip into a pair of heels and what effect different heel heights had on the appearance of a woman's ankles and calfs. This turned out to be a learning experience for both "girls". On the way out, Paula was given a small patent leather purse to carry just like the one Renee held. Since it was already dark, there was little fear that a neighbor, out for a walk, would discover them leaving, but to be sure, his mother went out on the step and glanced around. Seeing nobody, she called out to her new daughter to join her. Paula bravely stepped out, grasped her mother's outstretched hand and began the short walk to their car. It was at this moment that Mother Nature taught Paula her next lesson. A gust of wind swirled around her ankles, rose up her legs and lifted her skirt and petticoats up over her head. Poor Paula, she wasn't prepared for this, after all she had never been in a situation such as this one. Fighting haphazardly with her skirts proved unsuccessful. It was only after Karin held them down and the wind blew itself out that "she" was able to regain control. Looking into the faces of her aunt, mother and cousin and seeing the amusement in their eyes...she blushed. For the first time in her life she felt the warm rosy glow of color burst upon her cheeks. It was her mother who said. "Not easy wearing a dress is it? Don't worry about it. There wasn't anyone around. Now you know why, on a windy day, a woman always keeps one hand by her side. If your skirt starts to fly up again, don't try to grab it, just press your hands flat against your sides. That way you'll keep enough of the material down to cover your panties and most of your legs. Here comes another gust, try it." When the breeze struck, Paula did as coached and was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to keep her skirts and petticoats from lifting if you just knew the secret. The rest of the evening went famously. Both Renee and Paula received numerous compliments from customers and the restaurant staff on both their appearance and their manners. One woman was even overheard telling her husband that it was wonderful to see two young ladies dressed properly, not like the way most mother's now-a-days dressed their daughters. She reminded him how she had dressed their daughters and wished there were more mothers like Nora and Karin. After dinner, the mothers took their daughters for a pleasant stroll downtown where they were observed by countless passerby's. Not a one showed any sign that the four females were somehow strange. With each success, Paula became more and more sure of her ability to pass. The only second looks she received were ones of admiration. When they returned home, Paula was given her first-ever "girl" bubble bath, with her cousin Renee joining her in the tub. They splashed and played like two sisters, helping each other to shampoo and rinse their hair. It was the first time in months that they had gotten along so well together and reinforced the feeling between the women that they had reached the right decision. After the "girls" were patted dry, Paula was given a pair of her cousin's frilly baby- doll pajamas, her pick of Renee's dolls and a hug and kiss from not only her mother and aunt, but also from her cousin. Then the two "girls" were sent off, hand in hand, to bed, where they spent the better part of an hour discussing their future lives as girls together. Karin had suggested that they should sleep together that first night, since she had plans to reward her sister-in-law after the "girls" fell asleep for the wonderful idea she had proposed...that of changing her son Paul into her daughter Paula. The two cousins lay facing each other, holding hands, too agitated to sleep, talking about the day's experiences. While Paula was excited, yet still concerned, Renee only expressed her happiness at finally having a "sister". She reassured her new sister, as she called Paula, that she would always be there for her and how much more she loved her as a girl. Finally they slid into dreamland, their last thoughts brimming with excitement over their mother's promise to take them shopping the next day. For the next three years, Paul became Paula on the weekends and on special occasions during the week. Even when he was Paul he was better behaved, more courteous and polite. His mother also was happier because she now had a daughter to share the joys of being female. Paul grew up just as Renee did, picking up the nuances of his feminine persona from daily contact and observation. In the beginning he was satisfied with being Paula just on the weekends. But as his hair grew out and his mannerism became more genteel, it became more difficult for him to revert back to Paul. A crisis occurred when he noticed his first erection. He had been lying in bed, alone, looking at his mother bent over her dressing table putting on some lipstick. She was dressed in nothing more than her bra, panties and thigh-high nylons. He couldn't understand why the sight of his mother in lingerie would cause such a reaction. Up until that morning, it was a common occurrence to see her getting dressed. Rushing to his mother with the hardened organ in his hand he begged for an explanation. Telling him it was a natural part of his growing into manhood. Her body and her lingerie she explained sexually aroused him. Karin wasn't surprised when he vehemently stated that he had no plans to ever grow up to be a man. She, unknown to Paul, had begun to notice subtle differences in her child. No matter how much lotion she applied, he was still losing some of the soft texture of his skin. The hair on his legs had also started to grow longer and darker. The "peach-fuzz" on his lips and cheeks was changing. His voice would "crack" in the middle of a question. All signs that he was in the early stages of pre-adolescent puberty. Worried, about losing her daughter, she had discussed it with Nora. Neither woman had expected these changes this early in Paul's life. Neither woman was pleased, but neither woman had a solution. It was when Paul discovered his erection and Renee brought Paul's changes to their attention that they realized that some action must be taken. Renee, fearful of losing her "sister" and playmate suggested that Paul really become a girl, like the ones she had seen on TV. "Why not? her mother proclaimed. "It's no longer medically impossible. Karin, we've both been aware of people like Christine Jorgenson. Woman born in the wrong gender no longer must remain gender misaligned. He's too young for "the operation", and maybe he'll never have it, but we can certainly get help. There are organization that can give us advice and leads to doctors who are willing to write prescriptions for feminine hormones." "Nora, you're right! I know Paula doesn't want to be a man and maybe it's selfish on my part, but I don't want to ever lose my daughter. I read where hormone pills will, if given early enough, stop his body from producing male hormones, stop his body hair and beard growth, soften his skin, widen his hips, develop his buns and even grow his breasts. I think they will even soften his voice! There must be a listing on the Internet for such a help organization, there's a listing for everything else. We'll contact them, get phone numbers of doctors in this area and set up an appointment for Paula. This is a wonderful idea!" Within a week, the women, at the direction of the doctor, brought both the "girls" to her office. She was an OB-GYN, who also performed transgender operations. The appointment was held after normal office hours. First, she met with Paul, then with both children, then finally with the mothers. After satisfying herself that the need for Paul to become Paula was the right coarse of action, she examined "her" physically. Whereupon she injected him with a starter shot of female hormones and gave his mother a prescription to be taken three times a day. She explained what effects both the shot and the pills would have on the youth. His glands would initially try to reject the chemical influences of the feminine hormones, and a "fight" would ensue. During this time, he would become irritable and lose stamina. The glands normal secretions would however be overcome and then would adjust and begin producing feminine hormones. That's when Paula would begin noticing changes. "She" would go through the regular stages of feminine puberty. Not only would her hips widen and her breasts begin to grow, but also the male organs would quit developing. Paula's testes would stop producing sperm, "her" penis would still remain sensitive, but wouldn't get erect without physical stimulation, this because the hormones also acted upon the part of the brain that controlled the sex drive. She could not predict in which direction his sexual leanings would go. As Paula matured, "she" might find males attractive, in which case, "the operation" should be performed. If "she" were drawn towards women as a sexual partner, it would be more her choice concerning "the operation". After Paula had physically matured, she would be placed on a maintenance type program of feminine hormone pills. These would ensure those still functioning male organs that hadn't begun producing their female counterpart would be held in check. The doctor also informed the women that she had contacts in the judicial system that would ease their way towards obtaining the proper credentials for Paula. That is, getting a female version of "her" birth certificate and a legal name change, etc. Thanking the doctor, they left the office totally excited with the result of their meeting, but not before Paula gave her doctor a surprised hug. Returning home was an exhilarating experience. The conversation in the car was animated. While the adults couldn't stop discussing how much had been accomplished, the "girls" could only giggle about the physical changes that the doctor had promised, especially the concept of tits. Their mothers, overhearing the word, chastised them lightly, explaining that wasn't a proper term for young ladies to use to describe breasts. However, smiling to themselves, they each remembered how important it was, during their teen- age years, to be one of the first to develop "tits". Karin, the driver, in a moment of heartfelt joy over her "daughter's" excitement, reached out for her sister-in-law's hand and squeezed it, earning a squeeze in return. The doctor was correct. Within six weeks, Paul began to notice the changes occurring in his body. The shape of his hips and waist took on a more feminine contour. His voice became higher pitched and no longer "cracked". The biggest change that he and the women noticed was his hair. The hair on his head became softer and gained a sheen that had never been there before. The hair on his cheeks lightened, became finer and stopped growing, becoming the softest of "peach-fuzz". The hair on his legs also lightened. He had developed no chest hair so no effect was noticed, but the hair on his arms also lessened and lightened. Paul was disappointed that he still had no breasts. Renee, six months older, had already started to develop small bumps on her chest and he was envious. On his next visit to the doctor, he asked why the pills hadn't started working yet! She replied. "Each females breasts are a function of the stage of puberty she's reached. Yours will begin to grow when you reach that stage. Stop worrying! I promise you'll have pretty breasts even if we have to implant them!" It wasn't but a few weeks later that Paula awoke, dressed in her baby-doll jammies, to the realization that her chest hurt. Moving her hands to the affected area she discovered her nipples were hard and swollen. Having been told by Renee how hers had felt when they began to grow, she was torn between the joy of knowing "it" had started and the pain. When she discovered that the pain went away with a gentle massage, she was overjoyed. Rushing to the bathroom mirror, she raised her top, searching for a physical sign. A slight puffiness around her nipples and a change in their color was all that announced their coming. Each morning, she would awaken, rush to the mirror and check on their progress, just like thousands of teenage girls before her have done. Paula attempted to keep their growth secret from the women and his cousin. He felt embarrassed because they were so small, never realizing that every woman before him had had small tits at that stage. He wore loose fitting shirts when dressed as Paul, and ruffled blouses as Paula. It wasn't until he "had" enough to barely cup, that he announced the need for a training bra one Saturday morning over the breakfast table. When questioned if she wasn't exaggerating just a bit by his mother, he unbuttoned his blouse and showed them his surprise. After the initial congratulations subsided, Paula was told to finish eating her breakfast and to then join "the girls" in his aunt's bedroom for a surprise. No amount of pleading earned him any hint what that surprise might be. Left alone, he quickly finished his meal and rushed to Nora's room. Finding the door strangely closed, he knocked and entered after he was given permission. There he found the three females standing in a line blocking his view of the bed. All three stepped away as they shouted in unison ...SURPRISE! There, on the bed, sat packages and boxes, all with the name Paula written upon them. Startled, he turned from one grinning face to the next, silently questioning their content. It was his mother that spoke first, then, in jubilation, the other two females. "You're no longer my little girl, not if you need a bra! We knew the day was coming when you would have something to show up there, so we went out and purchased all the feminine things you'll need to be a teen-age girl on a full-time basis. You'll never be Paul again. From now on you're Paula...all the time." "And it's about time!" his cousin chided. "I've had the hardest time keeping this from you." "We all have", stated his aunt. "I even tried to convince your mother we should have given you this surprise a month ago for your fifteenth birthday, but she made us wait until you were ready." "Part of me wanted you to remain my little girl forever. I liked having you dressed in little petticoats, frocks and jumpers and I was afraid I was losing that part of you, but at the same time I wanted my teen-age daughter to become a part of my daily life. "Mommy, I'll always be your little girl even when I'm an adult", Paula sweetly replied. Taking her daughter into her arms, she hugged and cuddled Paula as tears ran down her cheeks. Finally composing herself Karin said. "Do you remember how we celebrated the first time you wore a dress? We all got dressed up and went out to dinner. Well, that's what we're going to do today. But now that you're a young lady, there are a few things we have to do first. We're all going to the beauty shop and have our hair styled. Both you girls are too old to continue wearing your hair like little girls. You're also going to have your first manicure and pedicure. It's all been arranged. You don't think you really fooled your mother, do you? I knew your breasts were growing. If you hadn't said anything at breakfast this morning, I was going to say it for you. Then we're going to have your ears pierced like Renee's and both of you are scheduled for a make-up session with a specialist who will teach you how and what to use to enhance your features. When we return home, you're both going to soak in a scented tub and be shown how to shave your legs and underarms. You can't wear your first pair of nylons and heels with hairy legs. Renee, since all these packages are for Paula, you'll have to be satisfied with the ones just like hers hidden in my closet. You don't think we forgot about our other young lady, do you?" Renee screamed in joy! "I knew there must be something for me, I just knew it! Thank you mommy! Thank you Auntie! I love you both!" Then turning to Paula, she giggled and said. "This is the second happiest day of my life, the first, was the day you put on a dress and became my cousin Paula!" Hugging and squeezing each other like two sisters they professed their love for each other and the happiness they felt at being accepted into the world of women. It was Renee who broke the hug first and again asked, just like the first time so many years ago. Can we take our bath together, just like we did before? After all, we're just a couple of girls, aren't we?" "Yes, you may." answered their mothers with a knowing smile. "That' just what you are...a couple of lovely young ladies growing into womanhood!" The End.