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SUDDENLY SHAWNA! by Tonya Varese Chapter 1 : CAUGHT! "OK Shawn I'm off." Shawn's mom Helen was a striking woman. She was still fit and trim for a mother of two teens. She was wearing her coaches uniform and a silver whistle hung around her neck. Her fourteen year old son looked up from the tv. "Jeez I wish you weren't too old for the team," she said, "those boys of mine kick like girls, I've never had such a team of sissies in my life!" Shawn winced at her look of disdain but quickly recovered. "Yeah I'd show them pansies how to work the ball but they'd probably trip over their own feet. Well have fun with the 'girls'" he said. Helen gave Shawn a friendly pat on he arm. "At least I have a son who has some athletic ability. You're becoming quite a young man. I'll have to start watching you around those cheerleaders when you come to the games" Shawn chuckled as his mom moved toward the door "aw mom," he said shyly. He watched out the window as his mother pulled out of the driveway and headed for the soccer field. I'm not going to do it, I'm not going to... he thought as the car faded from view. I'll just watch some tv. He turned the channel just in time to see a Brady Bunch rerun. Marcia was brushing her hair at her vanity. She was wearing a short minidress and kneesocks. Oh no I'm not going to do it! He looked upstairs toward his older sisters room. She was away at her first year of college. No I can't do it! On tv Marcia stood up and twirled in front of her mirror. But Shawn missed that scene. He was already at his sisters bedroom door. He slowly opened the door half expecting a wildcat to jump out at him. He walked into the bedroom and looked around. I'm just looking, not doing anything wrong. The girlish aroma of the room engulfed him as he eyed the silky covers on her bed, the ruffles of her curtains. He gazed at her vanity, covered with makeup and merfume bottles, flowers and feminine bric-a-brac. The entire room screamed female. Girl stuff he thought, I don't care about this, I'm a man. I'm just gonna get outta here. He turned toward the door and froze. Hanging on a hook on the door was his sisters new dress. It was short and silky with lots of pleated ruffles at the hem. He had seen his sister wear that dress and it turned him on. I just like girls TOO much that's all. I'm sexually frustrated, that's it. The dress means nothing to me. Still I wonder what it would feel like... Shawn opened the door and walked out. It's ridiculous he thought. At the top of the stairs he froze. No one has to know. I only want to feel it. It's just a silly experiment. But a voice in his head said You've done this before. This isn't the first time. He felt the silky skirt of the dress. It was sooo soft. How would it feel covering my body? He slipped the dress off the hanger carefully noting exactly how it was hanging. He looked at the garment dubiously. Then he held it up to himself. He slowly turned toward the vanity. Her team are sissies then I must be a total priss he thought. Why would I want to do this? He looked at himself in the mirror with the dress held up in front of him. Finally he laid it on the bed and slipped off his shoes. His socks came next. As his excitement mounted he pulled off his shirt and pants. He stood there in his jockey shorts as he gingerly picked up the dress. He felt his penis start to grow as he thought about putting it on. He unzipped the side and pulled it over his head. With his back to the mirror he let the silky wonder fall. It felt too small on him. Then he realized that the material had bunched at his waist so he pulled the skirt out and let it float around his legs. Then he could zip up the side with ease.The feeling of the silky material against his legs was incredible! He slowly turned to the vanity. He gasped at the mirror. The dress had given him a girlish shape and with his nearly hairless body and shoulder length hair he looked like a teeny bopper. This is too much, he thought. I am NOT into this. But his other thought was about the male underwear underneath the dress. What if I had silky underwear too. No that's too faggoty. But it would feel good... He lifted the skirt up and pulled down his underpants. The dress felt good against his naked body, his cock growing even harder. He walked to his sister's dresser feeling the dress twirl around his legs. As he opened the drawer he felt his heart jump. Inside was a treasure trove of panties, bras, and stockings. In another drawer was an array of half slips, camisoles, and nighties. Just to see what it's like, he thought. He pulled out a pair of pink panties with ruffles all over. He stepped into the legs and pulled them up. The combination of the dress and panties covering his body made him swoon. He walked to the mirror and twirled, feeling the silky softness of the clothing caress his legs. Ha you're a sissy. That's pretty funny. I'm one of my moms players. Watch me kick like a girl. He looked at himself in the mirror with contempt. Just a sissy faggot, he thought. He looked over at the open drawer. Going back he retrieved some kneesocks like the ones Marcia Brady wore.He sat on the bed as he pulled them on. Then he walked to his sister's closet. Sliding open the door he stared wide- eyed at a rack full of beautiful dresses and skirts, blouses, full slips, and nightgowns. His mom believed firmly in raising her kids in the proper gender roles for their sex and Jenny, his older sister, was all girl. He looked down and saw her collection of shoes He grabbed a pair of low heels and went back to the bed. After putting the shoes on he stood up and began strutting around the room sneaking peeks at himself in the mirror. I look just like a girl, he thought. If mom saw me it would be all over. He went to the vanity and sitting down he examined himself. If I combed my hair a little like this. He brushed his bangs down across his forehead. And a hair clip here. Suddenly he became even more girlish. He was now forgetting his misgivings. I think I could look pretty good. practice for a costume party maybe. He looked at his sister's makeup. A little red lipstick, some eyeshadow. That eyeliner is too hard. I will try some blush though. After he was through he realized that he could fool anyone into thinking he was a girl. So what? Why would I want to do that? It feels kind of good but enough is enough! Why should I even want to look like a girl?I don't want to be a girl. I like girls. I want to have a girlfriend. He never noticed that it had started to rain. Hard. He began prancing again. With his hair clipped back and the makeup he would have passed anywhere as a young teenage girl. The thought excited him. I must be an ultra fag, he thought. But I like girls. I don't like boys. Why would I want to appear as a girl? The thought of going out dressed caused his cock to get hard again. He began to massage his silk encased dick. He fell on the bed and began wildly beating off into the dress. No you can't do this. If you get anything on this dress you're finished. In the throes of girlish ecstacy he pounded on his silk laden cock and failed to hear a car drive up in the pouring rain. ecstacy. Shawn continued to masturbate feeling the silky panties rub against the dress and his rock hard cock. He shuddered as he satiny smooth dress twirled about his legs. He could taste the lipstick as he rolled his tongue around his panting mouth. Faster he pumped as he threw caution to the wind. He could feel precum fluid in the panties. Oh no you can't do this! But I have to go on. I can't stop. I can't stop. I want to be a girl. No you can't. I want to be a girrrlll. You have to stop now! I'm a girrrllll....NO! I'm a girrrrlllll... "What the HELL is going on here?" Shawn's heart stopped. Just completely stopped.His mind went into overload and he thought NO that's not my mom. No I'm dreaming. That IS NOT my mom. He was prone on the bed with both hands rubbing the dress against his dick.. He turned around and saw his mother gaping at him. She was still in shock as he grabbed the covers off the bed to hide himself. "Shawn what the hell is going on here? ANSWER ME! mom yelled. "Nothing. I was just taking a nap." "Don't you bullshit me! Take off those covers! "I can't" "Damn you take off those covers! She screamed as she yanked off the quilt. Shawn layed there in the dress, panties, and makeup and stared up sheepishly at his mom. "I was just fooling around," he stammered, "Just to see what it was like." "You DIRTY LIAR!" his mom spat. " You were masturbating in your sisters prom dress. Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND??" "I wasn't. I just fell asleep" SLAP came the hand across his bare leg. "I saw you jacking off! Don't you dare compound this by lying!" she shouted. "Now stand up! He meekly stood as he bunched the dress around his waist in embarrassment. Careful to hide the panties that would add to his total humiliation. "Put your hands down and let's look at you!" She commanded. He lowered hs arms and let the dress fall. He looked down at the floor as tears welled up in his eyes. "Well aren't you the perfect sissy!. Look you have makeup on and everything. What are you some prissy little fag? You want to be a lady? Huh little girl? That's it. You want to be a girl don't you?" "No mom. I'm sorry. I was just fooling.... there's a play in school..." "Oh don't lie to me you damn sissy!" You were beating off in your sister's dress and loving every minute of it. Why don't you just admit that you're a sissy little girl?" "No mom! I...I.." "Oh never mind. You are obviously too much of a priss to even come up with a good excuse. Now take off that dress and wash off that makeup while I decide what to do with you." Shawn hesitated. "NOW!" his mother yelled. "Do you have to watch?" he whimpered. "Why? Girls don't have to be shy around their mothers. Now take off that dress. His mother sneered in contempt when she saw the pink ruffled panties Shawn was wearing. "What a hopeless sissy queer,' She muttered. "Now go wash up SISSY and then you have an errand to run." CHAPTER 2: Moms Revenge Shawn had a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach as he thoroughly scrubbed the makeup off his face. What is she going to do? he thought.Finally he braced himself and went downstairs to face his mother. "I want you to take your sisters dress and panties to the dry cleaner. No Bike. You can walk to the mall. I need time to think about what to do about you. And by the way, you can use your allowance to pay for the cleaning." "Aw mom do I have to?" Shawn whined, "what if one of the guys sees me?" "You should have thought about that before you decided to sneak into your sisters things and dress up like a panty waist sissy" she spat. Shawn started to beat it out of there before she could begin another verbal onslaught. He bunched the dress and panties up into a ball and ran out. "Oh no you don't missy," she yelled, "I want that dress hanging nicely on the hanger. None of this bunched up nonsense." Shawn was morose as he trudged up the street towards the mall, holding the dress high so the hem wouldn't drag. He was feeling stark terror that one of his friends would ride up and wonder what he was doing. Was all the makeup off? Luckily no one he knew was around and when he was out of his mothers sight he again gathered up the clothing so as to hide what he was doing. The dress isn't a problem, I can just say I'm doing an errand for my mother. But what about the panties. That's a strange thing for a boy to bring to the cleaners. After a few minutes he had an idea. When he got to the cleaners he put the dress on the counter in a heap. "Yes young man?" said the clerk. "My mom needs this dress drycleaned. She needs it rushed." "Fine just sign this form." The clerk picked up the dress and the panties fell onto the counter top. Shawn could swear he saw the stain he had caused on the panties as plain as day."and what about these?" said the clerk. "Oh that must have been with the dress by mistake. Go ahead and clean it too," said Shawn. The clerk nodded and Shawn hightailed it out of there before she could comment on the stain. He breathed a sigh of relief that at least that was over. "It'll be ready in an hour" she heard the woman yell after him. Oh great then I get to face you after you've already felt the wet spot and know that I'm a sissy little priss. If the clerk thought anything like that she kept it to herself, thankfully. Shawn had spent the hour wandering the mall and worrying about how his mom was going to punish him. This wasn't going to blow over soon, he thought. Would he be grounded or yanked off the team? Surely his mom was going to make sure that he was sorry for what he did. Why did I have to put those clothes on? Why did it have to rain? Why me? Shawn was nonchalant as he carried the dress home safely wrapped in plastic. As he neared his house, however, his anxiety grew at the prospect of again facing his mother. When he arrived home she was bustling around the house doing some odd thing. She stopped when she saw him. "So you're back lady Jane," she teased, "how was your trip to the cleaners?" "Okay I guess,"he mumbled. "Well you're not out of the woods yet missy, not by a long shot." "I said I was sorry. I won't do it again!" "I don't believe you," she spat, "I think you need to be taught a lesson. Now you go take a shower and I'll be up in a few minutes." Shawn climbed wearily up the stairs. What was she going to do? Knowing his mom this wasn't going to be pleasant. Ten minutes later he was showering when his mom entered the bathroom. She didn't say a word but just gathered up some laundry and left. After he finished bathing and towelled off he discovered that his pants and shirt were missing. Mom must be doing laundry, he thought. He wrapped the towel aroung his waist and headed for his room. When he got to his bedroom door he stopped dead in his tracks. There was now a padlock on his room that wasn't there before. His bedroom was locked from the outside! "Mom what's this lock doing here?" he yelled. "Never mind that. Go put on the clothes that I've laid out on your sister's bed Shawna." she yelled from downstairs. Oh no what's she doing. Shawna?? Did I hear right? He went into his sisters room. His knees felt weak when he saw the bra and panty set on her bed along with a lacy halfslip. "I said I wouldn't do it again," he wailed. "why do you want me to wear these?" His mom entered the room. "Why Shawna I thought that you'd love to wear these pretty undies." "Don't call me that!" "Why not? You want to be a sissy girl so I thought I'd give you a new girl's name." "That's not funny!" "I'm not trying to be funny now get into that underwear NOW!" Shawn glared at his mother defiantly but when he saw the look on her face his courage faded. "Please mom, I've learned my lesson," he begged. "Can't we just forget the whole thing?" "No we can't just forget the whole thing. You said you were curious so I'm going to let you find out all about being a girl. And if you don't want to get punished worse then you had better start dressing!" She stressed her words with a sharp slap on his naked butt cheek. Shawn surrendered. he knew better than to sass his mother. She wouldn't hesitate to spank him soundly and ground him for the summer. She probably just wanted to shame him for dressing up. Oh why did he have to put on those clothes? He looked at the feminine undies dubiously. "Oh hurry up you little sissy girl." she yelled. This was too much. He began to sob. "Now you're going to cry like a little girl, just like sissy. Okay that's it. I'm going downstairs for the paddle. You better be dressed when I get back or I'll whip your butt." She left Shawn to his task. Thinking of the paddle he hurried to put on the panties. After hooking the bra on he slid into the halfslip and pulled it up just as his mother returned. "You're a lucky girl Shawna," she said, "Now come with me to the bathroom." Oh no now what's she up to? Shawn found out soon enough as his mother started rummaging through his sister's makeup drawer. "You sit on the john and don't you give me any trouble" she hissed. His mom then proceeded to apply a wide array of makeup to his face. Light foundation since he had no beard to speak of, contouring powder, blush. "Look up," she would say and then apply eyeliner to his upper eyelid. "Stop blinking you silly girl! You better pay attention to what I'm doing you're going to be responsible for doing this yourself from now on. At least you've already had some practice judging from how I found you today." Shawn could barely choke out the words: "What do you mean? How long are you going to keep me like this?" He was again feeling sobs of despair and worry well up from his stomach. "I haven't decided yet. We'll just see how it goes for the next week. You're just laying around the house anyway." "But what if someone sees me?" "Don't worry princess. I'm going to make sure everyone sees you. It's up to you to either fool them into thinking you're a girl or expose yourself as a sissy boy. It all depends on how you act." "But... I don't know how to act like a girl!" "Shawna my dear I'm going to make you so preciously pretty that you won't have any trouble acting like a girlish little miss. To act any other way, such as your usual boisterous self, would look ludicrous. "Don't worry girl," his mom's tone was getting a little softer. "Now that I think of it, this is a good idea to help you understand what girls really have to go through. Your dirty little escapade may be a blessing in disguise. You can spend all week learning to appreciate the opposite sex by being one of them." She finished powdering his face and then grabbed a luscious magenta lipstick from the counter. "I want you to put on your own lipstick Shawna. We can start your cosmetology lessons now." She handed him the cartridge. This was the moment of truth for Shawn. He was emotionally drained as well as physically. An inner urge told him to rebel NOW. Reclaim his male identity. Is that what his mom wanted him to do? Was she seeing how far he could be pushed before he reasserted himself and end the urge to dress for good? If he put on the lipstick himself, in front of her, would it merely lower his status to being a true sissy in her eyes? Shawn's fantasy was now within reach. He would be a girl for a week! Yet the reality was far more terrifying, almost dizzying, then his safe musings in his sister's bedroom. Aside from all the torment of being caught and feminized by his mom he also stood a good chance of being discovered by his friends. That would ruin his life. Even so he was feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of being a girl fulltime. These thoughts all passed through his head as he looked at the pretty magenta lipstick. He couldn't take the chance of refusing his mother or of giving in. Finally he tried diplomacy. "Mom do I have to? I've learned my lesson. I don't want to be a girl. I'm a boy and want to do boy things. Not girl things. I don't want to dress like this. It's yucky and feels funny." He knew he was lying but the alternative was to be a sissy through and through. "Shawna cut the crap. You know you want to look like a girl. I can see your pretty eyes light up when you look at that lipstick. Now go ahead and put it on. I don't have all day!" Shawn finally gave in. Totally. It didn't matter what his mom thought of him now. He was in too deep. Using only a compact mirror he carefully applied the color to his lips. His mom looked on in satisfaction. "Welcome to girlhood Shawna." Shawn managed a weak smile hoping his mom wouldn't catch it. "OK lets go back to your room," she said leading him to his sisters room. "I've changed my mind about your outfit. Take off that halfslip." Shawn obeyed and his mom handed him a garter belt and stockings. She had to help him put on the stockings and then he was put into a knee length petticoat with crinoline and a satin bodice that hooked up the front. "You need a little cleavage. Most fourteen year old girls are well along to developing breasts," his mom said as she filled his bra cups with foam falsies. The whole time he had been kept away from all mirrors except for the compact. His mom wanted him to get the full effect of his transformation into girlhood all at once. "Ah this is a good one." she said as she held out a full skirted dress. "Here Shawna, try this on." Shawn stepped into the dress. He pulled it up over his shoulders and put his arms in the sleeves. "Zip it up yourself princess. You'll be having to do it yourself later" Shawn struggled to close the back zipper. Finally he succeeded in encasing himself in the luxurious pink and burgundy party dress. He pulled the full skirt over the petticoat. The silky feeling of both garments against his nylon clad legs felt so light and airy. He couldn't help but twirl a bit in spite of the situation. "Enjoying this are you sissy? I knew you would." His mom put on some finishing touches. She retrieved some hair extensions from the closet. A matching bow tied up the new girls hair into a feminine fall. There were clip on earrings and a pair of white gloves. Finally he stepped into a pair of white medium high heels. His mom sprayed him with a perfume and he was given a matching purse. "Not so easy being a pretty princess is it Shawna?" "I have to do this EVERYDAY?" Shawn was beside himself. "NO this is just a special day. I want you to be as feminine as possible for your first time out. Now look at yourself my pretty sissy little miss." Shawn gasped and almost fainted when he looked in the mirror. Maybe it was just his imagination but he was now a gorgeous female. Not a trace of boy. It would be a joke to try to be a boy under all this silk and makeup. "Damn Shawna, you look so pretty!" His mother exclaimed. "I can't believe the difference. You are going to turn a lot of heads at the restaurant tonight!" Shawna was in shock! They were going out to a restaurant? He was having serious doubts about pulling it off. At the same time he was beginning to think that this wouldn't be so bad after all for what he saw in the mirror was a pretty demure teenaged girl. CHAPTER 3: OUT AND ABOUT Shawn did not sleep easily that night, and not just because he was laying on a head full of curlers. Yes his mom capped off the evening by giving him a home perm. That's when he knew that she was serious about keeping him looking like a girl for at least a week. He thought about day as he lay between the silk sheets of his sisters fluffy bed. The room smelled of perfume. He thought HE even smelled like a girl. The soft nightgown he was wearing was rubbing against his powdered legs and making his organ tingle as he replayed the day in his head. This morning he had been a young man; Brash, athletic, confident, and living up to his mothers expectations. Now, because of his stupidity and weird compulsions, he was caught in a web of femininity.How long would it last? He still wasn't sure whether she was trying to push him to rebellion or whether she wanted him to accept his fate. The events of the day gave him no clue of what to do next. His mother was sometimes nice to him, treating him civilly if girlishly, and other times she would say things that reaffirmed her disgust at her sissy son. After his initial shock at being totally transformed Shawn began some feeble arguments with Helen about how he could never go out, people will know, etc etc, all of which fell on deaf ears. "Shawna don't put up any boyish resistance. It's ridiculous when you look so pretty." He couldn't help sneaking glances at himself in the mirror. He was indeed pretty. Dressed more feminine than most girls now days. Aside from is mom being there he was getting excited at the thought of a night out as a girl. Luckily the full skirt and petticoat hid his true feelings. His mom took him downstairs as his skirts flurried and his heels clomped down the stairs. She went to the closet and got the minicam and tripod. "Is there film in here? Good." She said as she set up the camera. She went over to the cabinet and started rummaging through the tapes. "I knew that video your sister made would come in handy." She had dug up some editings of Shawns sisters project for home ec. It had footage of models and regular women walking and sitting. Just his luck! His sister making some womans lib video. "OK missy listen," She barked. "I don't want you swaggering around like a gorilla in that outfit. I want you to watch this tape and then practice at copying those girls. You need to walk and talk like a young lady. Lucky your voice hasn't changed yet. You can use this remote to record yourself. You know how to use it. Keep reviewing the tape to see how you look. I'll be upstairs on the internet. I'm going to check on you in an hour so you better get your sissy butt in gear!" Shawn sat there in his petticoated party dress and stared at the remote sullenly. She actually expects me to practice walking like a girl? And have it on video? "You better get cracking missy! If you defy me it will be two weeks as a girl not to mention everyone in the restaurant will know you're a sissyboy!" Oh god I have no choice! I have to practice or I'll be a stared at as a total priss. In his head he could hear the sniggering and see them point; and him standing there in the middle of the restaurant being too mortified to move. He would just stand there with his head bowed in utter humiliation as the laughter slowly built into a roaring crescendo until everyone was rolling over in sheer hilarity while pointing at the sissy ultra girlish boy that had the audacity to try to be a girl in public. In retrospect he should have just gone through with it. He should have followed his moms instructions and made it into a game.A challenge. At least the excitement was still there. The rapture in his groin area was more then compensation for the punishment he was forced to endure. He should have just enjoyed the feelings and realized his fantasy and gotten it out of his system. He began to do just that as he watched the video and attempted to parrot the girls walking. He found that his heels sounded like clomping. Nothing like a womans step. He had to shorten and lighten his steps and walk almost like on a tightrope rather than wide swaggering strides. Sitting wasn't too hard. Just brush skirt under butt and keep legs together as you gracefully plant your tush on the chair, fluff out dress, cross legs at knee and cross arms at wrist in lap. Get up, sit down. Get up, walk around, twirl, sit, stand. Review tape. Pratice fast short steps, lazy steps. He was even starting to master the stairs when he started to become aware of how girlish he was beginning to act and how he was enjoying it. it excited him and the urging in his panties was becoming impossible to ignore. He began rubbing his cock through all silky material as he watched himself walk like a graceful little princess on the monitor. After he had a good 10 minutes of footage he popped his practice tape into the VCR. He looked clumsy on tape at first but as the footage went on he began looking graceful and feminine in all his mannerisms. He would have thought he was a real girl looking at the tape if he didn't know better. The whole scenario caused him to begin wildly rubbing his dick. He was clad in layers of silk and lace while watching himself preen and prance on a full screen television. The situation was too intense to resist. He looked for something. Anything. He walked over to the linen closet, already mimicing a girls walk without thinking about it. He found a towel and minced back to the TV. He was already massaging himself as he collapsed on the couch. He fondled and pumped on his silken cock as he watched his girlish self on the screen. He began to moan, remembering his moms wishes he tried to make it as girlish as he could. A high pitched OOOOOOOOHH YESSS! I am such a sissy girl. I am a lady. A little sissy miss. I'm such a hot little fox! I'm a BABE!A girl, I'm a giiirrrrlllll, such a pretty sissy giiirrrrl. I have a girls pussy and big tits! I'm a pretty sissy Giirrllllll.... He came large amounts of cum into the towel he held. He shuddered as the last of the jism went into the cloth and his cock became soft and sensitive. He slowly wiped the mess from his belly and stared up at the living room mirror. His face was in a full sweat. His makeup was beginnig to melt. The dress had big patches of sweat at the chest and armpits. But worse than that was that he felt really really ridiculous. All the excitement or fun that he might have had as a girl was gone from his mind. He had absolutely no desire to keep this dress on or the makeup. He couldn't do it. He was a boy! I don't want this stuff on me anymore! He began clawing at the back zipper, anxious to remove all the girly stuff as quickly as he could. This is stupid. Why did I even think this would be exciting. It doesn't even feel good now. Everything is just in the way. Think about how you walk, sit, bullshit! I'm not going to let it happen! I should have done this a long time ago! Just then his mom appeared at the top of the stairs. "I was looking up your little problem to see if there might be a post or two. My God! Is the whole Web run by sissies? I must have found a hundred thousand..." She suddenly noticed that her pretty princess was ripping off her clothes. "Girl what the hell are you doing!" She screamed and was looking mighty displeased at her new daughter trying to squirm out of her dress. "I don't want to do this. It's stupid!" "Whats the problem? We already decided this. What's come over you girl?" "QUIT CALLING ME THAT" "But you love being a sissy girl, don't you?" "No! It's stupid! I don't want to do it!" Helen looked at Shawn in puzzlement and then began to notice the telltale signs. Suddenly she knew what was going on. "Oh I see," she said with a touch of malice, "You finally got your sissy rocks off and now your girlish little dreams aren't so titillating. Well that's not my fault. Now you're going to have to go out whether you get off on it or not." "But I feel so stupid now." Well live with it girl! Real girls arent feeling horny all day under their skirts and you shouldn't have to either. Now lets see how your walk is." So Shawn spent a humiliating half hour walking twirling and sitting for his mther as she coached him like a modeling instructor. "Keep your head straight! Look straight ahead and keep your breasts pointing proudly forward. Don't slouch! Girl you are swinging your arms too much! That's it. Swing one arm slightly, turn your arm a little and point your wrist this way. Now walk!" Shawna walked and sat and preened and pretended to eat at the table. As the time wore on he began to feel excited again and then he was at least able to enjoy himself a little. "Shawna you are such a pretty little princess! I think you are going to be just the belle of the ball tonight!" His mom teased. They managed to make it to the restaurant without anyone taking any notice. As they got out of the car, however, Shawn began to get butterflies. He forgot how to walk and began clomping across the parking lot. "Shawna use smaller steps! You're not going to fool anyone if you don't get it together right now!" Shawn began to shorten his steps, remembering to swing one arm gracefully as he held his purse with the other. The restaurant entrance was looming ahead and he was starting to feel lightheaded at the thought of walking into a roomful of people dressed this way. There were a few customers milling around out front as the two ladies approached the entrance. One man opened the door for them as they entered. "Thank you" said mom. Shawna walked into the foyer, her head slightly lowered. She followed her mother to the cloak closet. Helen had made sure that they were both dressed to kill. She ade decided to wear a black silk cocktail dress with silver highlights which always was an eye catcher. Therefore it was no surprise that all heads turned in the foyer as the two removed their coats. Shawna and her mother were absolutely stunning! Smiles of approval came from men and women alike. A busboy almost dropped a tray of dishes as he gaped at them from a side station. Helen led Shawna to the maitre'd. The host beamed at the two lovely ladies as they approached the podium. "Good evening ladies. My don't you look lovely tonight!" He gushed. "What do you say Shawna?" "Thank you" Shawn whispered timidly. "Oh the young lady is shy" said the maitre'd. "Well if you would please step this way." Shawn felt the eyes of everyone in the restaurant fall upon him as they made their way to the table. Why wouldn't they look? They were both dressed so prettily that it defied description. But what if they knew. Maybe they all know that I'm really a boy! Shawn felt beads of perspiration build as he attempted to walk like a pretty princess to their table. Most people were smiling at them. Some pointed but not in a bad way. Thank God a booth, thought Shawn as he smoothed his skirt and settled in to a semblance of privacy. The dinner went okay. No one seemed to take much notice of them after the initial entrance. Of course the waiter and busboys were as attentive as could be and couldn't help winking and smiling at Shawna. He could only smile shyly. Quit smiling at me you jerks. As if I would be interested in some boys attention. Shawn was picking at his food as he thought about how he half enjoyed being out as a girl but didn't care for this male attention at all. His sister was right. Boys make girls life a living hell and all the time think they're being cool. "Penny for your thoughts girl?" said his mom interrupting his thoughts. "Oh nothing," he was getting used to his mothers quips and now didnt even think twice at her calling hin girl. "Are you enjoying being a young lady?" she said just a bit too loud. "Mother! Don't..." Shawn peered aroud. No one seemed to be listening. "People will hear you." "Oh don't be silly Shawna. I'm just talking about dressing up and going to a nice restaurant like a young lady. Dont be so paranoid. Girls can say things without worrying about what it looks like. You obviously enjoy being a young lady or we wouldn't have reached this point. I'm just asking whether you enjoy this or not?" "Oh yeah of course. Who wouldnt enjoy being dressed like this and taken out even though I'm a...a.." "Now whos getting too loud? You better watch yourself girl. If anyone finds out the truth it'll spread through this place like wildfire." Shawn calmed down but there was a fire in those pretty eyes. The rest of the evening was uneventful. One woman had to come up to the table with her two daughters and gush "I just had to compliment you on your lovely daughter is it? She is just so pretty!" The two little girls were clamoring about wanting a dress just like Shawna's. There was the customary gentilities as the dinner finally ended. On the way home Helen suggested stopping by the drugstore for a home perm kit. Shawn again tried to rebel but the events of the evening had worn him thin. He sighed as they browsed through the hair section of the local Savon. At least their coats were on so they didnt attract any undue attention save for the unavoidable stares of any adolescents who always seemed to be hovering around. Shawn was starting to get sick of the juvenile and obvious antics of these dumb boys. That night Shawn had his hair done. He was to have some soft curls which, with the hair extensions, would be light and bouncy on his shoulders. The curlers were wound into his locks and he was put in a hairnet. After washing the makeup off his face he was given a long silky nightgown to wear to bed. His mom made him continue to wear the padded bra so he could get used to the feeling of having breasts all the time. He was only too happy to retire in his sisters room or any room. Anywhere that this day could come to an end. As he climbed into the big four poster and felt the silk sheets mingle with the silky nightgown he began to feel horny again. He massaged his cock through the material as he thought about the week ahead. Now I'm a real girl. Everyday a girl and at night a girl. I am a sissy little miss. A pretty princess lady. He started to beat off like crazy, careful to have a towel nearby. I am a pretty sissy giirrrlll! I love dresses and skirts and panties and makeup. I want a pretty girls pussy and girlish tits! I'm such a damn fine babe fox I'm a panty waist girlish sissy missy giirrlllll Again he came into the towel. Again he had the feeling of depression and the desire to dress and be a girl left him. He could have taken off the bra and nightgown but he didn't. He was exhausted and the clothing felt alright even if it didn't excite him right now. He felt a sense of some satisfaction even after the debacle of today. For in the throes of girlish ecstacy he had hit upon the way that he was going to deal with his mother. It wouldn't be easy but it would at least give him the upper hand, at least he hoped it would. At any rate he would implement the plan tomorrow and may the better girl win. With that thought Shawna fell asleep and dreamed very girlish dreams. Chapter 4 : The Plan Shawn was in his classroom with all of his friends in attendance. For some reason he was dressed as he had been at the restaurant. He didn't remember dressing that way that morning. His teacher had assumed that there was a new girl enrolling and a very feminine girl at that. Shawn was forced to explain who he was and why his mother made him dress like a pretty princess. Upon learning the truth his friends began teasing and berating him as a sissy. Tears were streaming down his face as all the kids in the class began surrounding him and taunting him calling him girly, sissy and a faggot. He wanted to run but there was no way out. The teacher was helpless to intervene as the kids shamed and humiliated the poor boy dressed as a lovely little miss. He broke free and ran to the door. It was locked! His former friends were right up against him and began lifting up his skirt and commenting on his panties and nylons. They struck up a mantra: "SISSY! SISSY! SISSY!" as Shawn spun around looking for escape. Everywhere he was met with the dissapproving reproaches of his old chums and the girls in the class alike. SISSY! SISSY! SISSY! continued the incessant chant. He finally just fell to the floor and curled up, sobbing like a little baby girl. Shawn woke up in a cold sweat.A dream. Thank God it was just a dream. Of course it was bizarre to think that he would be turned into a girl by his mom. But the curlers in his head and the nightie brushing against his flesh told him differently. The events of last night had been real, he had gone out to a restaurant dressed as a girl. Well at least the school episode was a dream. If any of his friends found out... It was already 7:30 in the morning and Shawn felt like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. A note on his sisters nightstand caught his eye. Shawna(he read): Put on the clothes I've laid out for you. Don't forget the falsies! Leave your hair alone. There is a list of chores to do on the fridge. I'll be back at 10 with a surprise. Thanks sissy! Love, Mom Shawn saw on the chair next to the nightstand his outfit for the day. Panties, bra, a white blouse and flowery jumpsuit. On the floor he saw some white flats with a pair of frilly socks. He was beginning to have second thoughts about the plan he had formulated the night before. Maybe he should just run away but that would be impossible. He couldnt even get to any of his clothes. After dressing he spied his image in the mirror. There were still traces of makeup on his face and with the curlers and girlish outfit he had a feminine appearance already. He made his way downstairs and fixed himself a bowl of cereal. As he ate he read the list of chores. Not much. Load washer, do dishes, (not many there) shower, Oh no practice makeup and continue practicing girly lessons on video, she will want to inspect the recordings and my progress! Oh God. It occured to him that since her soccer game was rained out yesterday she would have a make up game today. An away game. Good! She'll be gone for most of the day and leave me in peace. He knew that he would have to implement his plan but it could backfire and make things worse. Oh well its early yet, I think I'll watch some TV. Of course he watched too much and ended up having to scurry around in his jumper doing the chores. He devoted two minutes to his shower and, after redressing in the underwear before decided to change his outerwear to a pretty pink minidress. He then settled down to apply his makeup. He tried not to overdo it and ended up with a decent effect. Just a touch of blush and mascara and then his favorite magenta lipstick. That looks good enough. Too good in fact. He had fifteen minutes to show some evidence of his girly lessons on tape. Quickly he set up the camera and began prancing and preening. practice makeup, and taping. Just as he was reviewing his progress he heard his mother drive up. It was now or never. Would he have the nerve to go through with his plan? The idea seemed like a good one last night but now it seemed dubious. He figured that if his mom was going to treat him like a girl then he may as well act like a real sissy. Rather than rebel in a boyish fashion he would deliberately act as girlish as possible. That would probably infuriate his mom and keep her guessing. She may even give up her feminizing plans if she starts to worry about him. Shawn chuckled to himself as his mom came in the door. "Hi Shawna," she said. "Look what I brought you." "Hi Mommy!" Shawn squealed, trying to sound as girlish as he could. "I decided that I'm going to have fun being a girl!" Helen gave her son a hard stare. "Yeah..well..I got this uniform from one of the mothers. I want you to go with me to the game today" Shawn felt a pit in his stomach. His mother was holding a cheerleaders uniform in her hand. Oh my God! No she can't make me do this! Shawn was speechless. "All the other cheerleaders are younger than you so you'll have to set an example. I hope you're good at cartwheels," his mom sneered. "What's with this mommy business?" "Oh I just decided you were right and I should act as girlish as I can just like you said" "Well change into this uniform and then I'll do your hair." "OK mommy" Shawna grabbed the dress and bounced up the stairs leaving a bewildered and somewhat miffed mother behind. After Shawna had changed her mother removed the curlers and teased and styled her hair. It was now full and fluffy with soft curls at the nape of the neck. Shawnas makeup was perfect for her age and the time of day and in her cheerleader uniform, a dark blue pleated skirt with a white sweater, she looked like the perfect little teeny bopper. She had long slender legs and lithe arms. Her pretty eyes and brunette curls manifested the image of a young vibrant girl in the bloom of adolescence. Shawn began to forget about his former boy self as they drove to the game. Carrying two pom poms on his lap he chatted away to his mother about everything. Makeup, fashion, cheerleading. He knew that it was unnerving her and he liked it like that. The more unsettled she was the more sissy he acted until they reached the soccer field. Shawna grew more withdrawn as she saw the multitude of kids at the field. What if someone somehow found out? He decided that he would have to become Shawna and try to forget about everything else. The moment they got out of the car a bunch of his moms players crowded around her whining."The grass is too muddy." "My shoelace is broken" etc etc. When they saw Shawna a hush fell over them as if they were seeing the Virgin Mary herself. "Boys this is my niece Shawna. She's going to help the pep squad today." Of course the boys were all too tongue-tied to say a word. Just a lot of staring. Dips, thought Shawna. A few minutes later Shawna was introduced to the cheerleading team. There four of five girls between the ages of nine and twelve. Shawna was definitely more mature in every way but she had to watch the younger girls and copy their moves. It was worse that her mom told them that she was an "old hand" at cheerleading so the girls automatically looked to Shawna for leadership. This is a nightmare, he thought. My nightmare is coming true! Shawna tried as best she could to copy the other cheerleaders but the whole time she felt the eyes of strangers upon her. Parents in the stand were gaping at her. Boys hanging around the bleachers were eying her with something like fear and suspicion. Oh no they all know thought Shawna. She looked at her mother who was stealing glances at her new daughter. Of course the soccer players were constantly demanding her attention. "Coach Highwater I skinned my knee," "Coach Highwater I'm thirsty," and on and on they whined. Shawna grew tired of their constant girlish complaints. Then she remembered where she was and how she was acting like the sissiest of them all. What's more she was becoming excited again. The feel of the skirt floating around her legs and her long flowing hair felt so good. The breeze was blowing up her legs and she felt exhilerated by being a girl for all to see and dancing and bouncing like a teeny-bopper. Shawn was a natural atlete so the cheerleding routines were not so hard for him and as Shawna she made quite a splash. The other girls were following her lead and they really started to get the crowd going. They really loved the new girl on the block. Shawna's mom was becoming more morose over the whole scene. Shawna could tell that her plan was going to work. After the game mom had to help the team pack up. Shawna was giggling with the girls and they decided to go to the snack stand. Shawna totally forgot herself and minced right along. As they reached the stand Shawna began to regret her impetuousness. Three boys were standing right there and they were eying Shawna like slobbering dogs. They tried to act disinterested but Shawna could tell that they were stealing glances at every opportunity then mumbling some idiocy and chuckling like bad Beavis and Butthead imitators. "I think I'll pass on that coke girls," said Shawna, eying the boys. "I better see how my mo..er ..aunt is doing." Shawna began to head back to the field. Behind her two of the boys pushed another toward her and he stumbled stupidly over to her. Shawna quickened her pace. "Hello" came a male voice. Oh God NO!Shawna kept walking pretending not to hear. "I said Helllooo" he repeated sarcastically. Oh crap I have to say something."Hi" she said timidly. "I've never seen you around here. My name's Kyle." I... I'm visiting...my aunt Helen.. the coach" she waved vaguely toward her mom. "What's your name?" "Shawna" "That's a nice name. Will you be here next week?" "No I'm sure not!" "Oh" the boy looked crestfallen. Shawna was afraid to look up for fear of being exposed but she caught the absolute enthrallment that was evident in this kids behavior. He seemed to be entranced by this pretty girl who was really a boy. Shawna glanced into his eyes. She had hung out with many guys like this but had never seen that look from a boy. He was looking at a girl and he was that girl. The reality brought her back and she started away. Kyle ran after her. "Hey do you think we could do something while you're here. Maybe a movie or the mall?" "No, I don't think so" "Oh come on. It will be fun." What's with this guy, I said no already. "I don't know." "Shawna are you ready to go? Come say goodbye to your girlfriends." mom called out. Shawn scurried over to his mom and the other cheerleaders. They all said their goodbyes and Shawna and her mom walked to the car. "Well did you enjoy being a sissy chearleader? How did you like twirling and jumping like a pretty little miss?"teased mom. Meanwhile Kyle was lurking ready for a last ditch attempt at that beautiful girl. "Shawna wait up" he yelled "What the hell? Who is that?" barked mom. "I dont know..nobody.." "Shawna can I talk to you?" Kyle said running up. Shawna looked at her mother. who was glowering. "you never answered me about going out" "For gods sake shes a boy! Can't you see? She's a boy in girls clothes!" mom screamed. Shawna heart dropped into her stomach and she went pale. She looked at her mother who was livid and then at Kyle who was catatonic. His jaw dropped and he looked like he might faint. "Now GET AWAY from here you little faggot!" Helen hissed. Kyle turned tail and ran and so did Shawna, the other way toward the car. She was sobbing and shaking with fear. Why did she have to do that? Why? Chapter 5 : Alliances The ride home was relatively quiet. Shawna's mom looked at her with disdain. "So I guess I lost it. I just can't stand the idea of a boy asking my son out on a date" "I don't want to go out with boys! He kept bothering me." cried Shawna. Well I just thought that you may be gay. You seem to love dressing and acting like a sissy girl." "But I don't like boys. I like girls!" Helen looked at Shawna in puzzlement. "But I do like being a sissy girl too" gushed Shawna. "OK knock it off! I know you're just overdoing it to play games with me!" Secretly Helen admired her sons brass but she wouldn't let him get the upper hand. "Oh look who's here." she said as they neared their house. Shawna's heart sank as she looked at the familiar car in their driveway. He had completely forgotten about Mike in all the excitement. Oh please dont let him watch the tape in the VCR. Mike was his mom's boyfriend. He and Shawn had become good friends over the last three years and Mike encouraged and developed Shawns athletic abilities, took him camping in the summer, and was an all around great guy. What will I tell Mike?thought Shawn. He'll probably hate me and we'll never do things again! Shawn felt sobs well up. No! I have to keep up the sissy act, maybe he'll make my mom stop. Shawna bounced up to the front door carrying her pompoms. She could see Mike in the living room watching tv. She took a deep breath and went in. Mike looked up, surprised at the entrance of this girl who he didnt recognize. He raised his eyebrows at Helen. "Oh hi Mike. This is Shawna, my niece." "Your niece?" he said. "You never told me about a niece." "Well shes once removed. I thought it would be nice if she could visit" "It's nice to meet you Shawna." Mike couldnt help but notice how pretty this girl was. So feminine and sexy in her cheerleaders uniform. Mike caught himself. Quit your dirty thoughts you old coot. "hi" said Shawna timidly. "So you like cheerleading?" Mike said awkwardly. "Yes" "You look very pretty in your uniform" "Thank you" Shawna kept her eyes downcast, afraid that Mike would see through her disguise if she looked at him. Another clumsy moment and then Mike changed the subject. "hey where's Shawn anyway, I thought he was with you. Hey wait a minute! Shawn- Shawna, I bet you must have some ancestor named Shawn 'cause you're both named after him." Shawna was sweating bullets. She thought that Mike had figured it out for sure. "He's at Randy's house. He should be home soon" Helen gave Shawna a smirk Now what? her eyes seemed to say. Shawna broke the ice. "I'm going to wash up and change 'Aunt Helen'" she said somewhat coldly and minced up the stairs. After showering Shawna couldnt decide what to wear. Another dress or skirt. Or maybe shorts and a blouse. Yes she would wear something more unisexual. She decided on a blue culotte with stockings and a white blouse. She brushed outher hair and checked her face. Yep still looked like a girl. When she went back downstairs Shawna knew that the cat was out of the bag. Mike stared at her like she was a freak. "Shawn is that really you?" She could only sob and run up to her room. She was crying in her pillow and hearing her mother and Mike argue downstairs. Something about turning him gay and unhealthy. This whole thing was turning into his ruin. Mike will never want to chum around with a sissy girlish priss like me. Shawna was laying there staring into space when a knock came at the door. "Shawn can I come in?" It was Mike. "I guess so" Shawna faced away from Mike on the bed as he came in. He sat down. "Your mother explained to me what happened and what she's decided to do. I dont know if I like what shes doing but we both know better than to go against her. I dont hold it against you. You can be whatever you want." "But you wouldnt want to be seen with a priss like me." "Look Shawn I dont pretend to understand whats going on here but if you had the guts to go to a restaurant and out today cheerleading in front of everybody dressed the way you did then you're braver than I could ever be." "Really?" "Hell yeah!" said Mike. Shawna turned around and looked at him. "I gotta admit you fooled me completely. Its amazing." "Yeah well dont get too used to it." joked Shawna. It felt good that Mike was his same old self even though Shawn was dressed so femininely and acting so girlish. After a while they were joking arouns as always. Mm stuck her head in. "Shawna you better get busy packing. our father is coming to pick you up tonight. Remember?" No. In all the excitement Shawna had forgotten that he was going to spend three days at his dads. Great. Now he gets to go through this all over again only his dad may not be as understanding. Jim Highwater was a throwback to the sixties. He never really embraced the "me generation" and always marched to his own tune. Even at forty he still had his long hair tied in back and a long goatee. He usually wore denim or other hippy garb and was never without his granny shades. He had met Helen in college and they forged a certain mysterious chemistry. It wasn't due to common interests, indeed no two people could be more different.Where Jim was romantic and philosophical Helen was practical and driven. Jim wanted to save the world, Helen wanted to save a lot of money in a lucrative career. After graduating, Jim with a BA in sociology, Helen with a masters in business administration, they decided to get married. At the time Helen knew that Jim would never earn as much as she but he would make up for that by being supportive and not threatened by her success. In due time their first child, Jenny, was born and Jim did most of the childrearing while Helen brought home the bacon. Of course Jim stayed involved in his social issues, played bass part time in a rock band and more or less persued his pie in the sky dreams. the marriage lasted until their second child, Shawn, was five years old and then began to fail. Helen found that Jim could not and would not adapt as she rose to the job of city comptroller. The divorce was amicable and Helen even tolerated Jim's inability to keep up with his child support. He was a dreamer after all but had a good heart and was otherwise devoted to his children. Now Jim Highwater stood in Helen's living room gaping at his son who was dressed in a pink pleated skirt, a white blouse, stockings, low heels, light make-up and a perfectly coiffed hairstyle. Helen had already filled him in on the events of the previous two days and he could only stare blankly at Shawna who stood before him redfaced with embarrassment. He couldn't believe how girlish his son looked. "I'm sorry dad I..." But Shawn was interrupted. "Just go to the car and I'll be there in a minute," Jim said. Shawna grabbed her overnight bag and hurrieds out the door. From the car she could see her parents arguing. Her dad would certainly put a stop to this dressing. She hoped that he would be doing just that as she sat waiting in the car. This charade was starting to wear on Shawna's nerves. Shawnas dad was mostly silent as they rode to his place. "I guess you think that I'm a real sissy after what mom told you," she finally said. "I don't know. Do you think you are?" said dad. "I don't feel like one. I just wanted to put on the clothes. I don't know why." "Do you want to be a girl?" "No!... I don't know. I don't think so. Is this what being gay is? I don't want to be gay." "Don't worry about it Shawn. If you were gay I'm sure you'd know it by now. Just calm down." Shawn was feeling perturbed but his dad seemed calm. They were on the freeway now and then his dad did a peculiar thing. He was pulling at his moustache and then suddenly began to peel it off his face! Shawn stared in amazement as his father threw the fake whiskers in the glove box. Then he removed his ever present sunglasses and Shawn could see that his eyebrows had been plucked in a narrow feminie arch and there were traces of makeup on his eyes. Shawn was awestruck as his dad removed his jacket and pulled some padding out of his shirt. Before Shawns eyes his fathers body transformed showing a slim figure and pert breasts. His father had turned into a woman! "surprise!" Said dad. "I guess we know where you get your tendencies from." "But... What's going on?" Shawn's mind was reeling. "I was going to tell all of you one day but I've waited becaus of your mom. See I've been a crossdresser since I was your age but I tried to hide it. After your mom and I split I began to dress up all the time and then decided to start becoming a real woman." Shawn was in shock but at the same time he felt pangs of exitement in his groin. His father becoming a girl? Would he do the same thing one day? His dad continued: " I tried talking your mom into stopping the forced dressing but no way. She's determined to keep you dressed for a while. I heard about your sissy act and I must admit that you got guts. Anyway I don't want you to feel guilty or bad about yourself. Youo can't help your feelings. We can have some fun going out. For now you probably should call me Aunt Janet. People may be confused if you call me dad." "Aunt Janet" was combing out her hair which had been tied back. After all the male disguise had been removed "she" looked like a regular lady. No one would have guessed that she was a man. Shawn was confused but at the same time felt relieved. At least they were both inthe same boat. His dad would be on his side. They spent that evening at dads apartment. They didn't go out but just relaxed and watched TV. A couple of friends of dads came by to visit. They were also transsexuals and were very friendly and supportive to the new girl Shawna. They spent the evewning laughing and gabbing away and trying to make Shawna comfortable with her female persona. Later that evening Shawn lay in bed in his dads spare room. He was wearing one of his sister's long silky nightgowns and it felt good as he rubbed it against his pantied cock. He thought about the last few days. Going out to a restaurant dressed as a girl, cheerleading in front of everone, that boy that came after him, Mike seeing him all dressed up, and finally finding out that his father was a transsexual. All of it was too much and it left his cock rock hard. I'm a silly sissy little girl! He thought as he rubbed his silk laden cock. I'm such a sissy! I'm a pretty little girl! Such a hot sexy chick! I wish I had big tits and a pussy! I'm a sweet pussy girl. He was fantasizing about being a real girl with a hot wet pussy between his legs and two large, firm tits on his chest. He jacked off with wild abandon into his nightgown. He could feel the cum start to erupt from his shaft. I'm a hot sexy Giirrrlll! Oh yessss.. I'm such a sexy hot pussy chick. A sexy hot bitch! I'm cumming like a girlish missy sissy girrrrrlll! Oh GOD I'm ... He grabbed a nearby towel quickly and erupted great gobs of cum into it. He didnt want to get the mess all over his silky panties. He had a huge orgasm as his rock hard prick shot his sissy cum out like uncorked champagne. After his orgasm Shawn layed there and thought about what was happening. Now that he had gotten his rocks off he no longer had the same strong feelings of wanting to be a girl. Oh well the clothes still feel good, he thought as he faded into a peaceful sleep Chapter 6 : Mom Loses It Again It was over a leisurely breakfast that Shawna and Aunt Janet made their plans for the day. They decided to go to the mall and shop for clothes and then have a nice lunch. Shawna was no longer self conscience about herself in public except that she knew the boys found her too pretty. They ended up having a great time going from shop to shop and trying on different outfits. Shawna decided she liked a sheath skirt and sweater set like all the girls were wearing and Janet purchased it for her. After a long morning they were sitting pretty and chatting in the mall restaurant. The subject had turned to trangenderism again. "But did you want to be a girl when you married mom?" Shawna was asking. "Yes but I thought marriage would help me to overcome the feeling or at least keep me from doing something rash. Then I wastoo busy with you kids and everything to worry about it. But the feeling was always there in the back of my mind. Sometimes I even dressed up when you were all out of the house." "Mom never caught you?" "No but she had suspicions. I think she basically knew. We are different people and she was always aware of my less then masculine nature. It's funny. She's kind of aggressive in a mannish way and I'm a transsexual. Yet she raises you kids in strict gender roles. Well, until now I guess. I would have been more open minded. That would explain why she went so berserk when she caught you. I'm sure she..." Suddenly Janet went pale. "Whats the matter?" said Shawna "My God. I think ...oh god its your mother, and she's coming over here! Shawna's heart sank. Mom was going to cause a scene. Janet was trying to hide her face. "What the hell is this?" Helen yelled as she reached the table."Jim is that really you?What's going on here?" "Helen sit down please " whispered Janet. "Will you keep your voice down!" "How do you expect me to keep my voice down when I find you like this? Yes I followed you. I was sure that you would go out and but Shawna some new boys clothes. "This morning I see some strange woman, who I assume is one of your latest girlfriends, taking Shawna to the mall so I follow. Then as I watch you two on your shopfest I realize that this 'strange woman' is none other than my ex-husband. Now what? I have two sissy queers to contend with?" Shawna was in a panic. Helen wasn't even trying to be quiet and the other diners couldn't help overhearing. The were staring at their table with rapt attention. Suddenly Shaw