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After School Daughter
By Lyar
It seems like the walk home from school is getting shorter and shorter
everyday. Maybe it's because my legs have grown longer as I've grown
older, or perhaps I've grown less resentful of what I know is to come.
To be honest I'd prefer for the first option to be true. Every day for
the past few years I've thought about going somewhere else after
school. What would it really hurt if I went to one of my friend's homes
instead of going home? That's a silly question. I know who it would
hurt.
Just as with everyday when I get home my mother's nowhere to be seen,
but of course I know she's here. She just prefers not to see me, the
real me that is. I wish she could understand how that makes me feel.
Can you imagine what it's like knowing that your own mother resents
you? I've considered talking with her about it, but my mom's not
exactly right in the head these days. However she's still set out my
after school clothes on my bed for me to change into. Funny how she
still doesn't trust me to dress myself.
First I strip off my uniform, a task I somewhat enjoy since it itches
like hell. Why any school would assign such uncomfortable clothes to
its students is beyond me. Now with that off I take off the rest of my
clothes including my socks and boxers. For at least a few minutes as I
stand here naked I honestly feel like myself. I'm not the mindless
conformist that the school wants me to be or the child my mother
desires. I'm just me, a person who rarely gets to express him self.
Of course this time doesn't last long since I have to dress quickly.
Mom would have a fit if I took to long. When I was younger I hated
slipping on what is to come first as it seems like the ultimate
degradation of my manhood. Today mom's left out a simple pair of blue
panties. The smooth material is always a bit arousing against my shaved
skin. Since I'm not exactly small I have to tuck myself down to keep up
appearances. Next comes the bra. Mom buys me a new bra every few months
based on how large of a bra size a "girl" my age should have grown
into. The cups are filled with a flesh colored gel, while the bra its
self is the same blue color as my panties. If I had to guess I'd say
that I was now a B cup, but then again I'm really not sure how that
size crap works.
With that down I find that today mom's left me a denim miniskirt and
white blouse to wear today. In the past mom used to let me wear shorts
and jeans, but out of fear that I may have a "male reaction" she
prefers that I wear loose fitting bottoms. Just another way for her to
ensure that she doesn't have to admit the truth to her self that I'm
not who she wants me to be. Really I don't mind as strange as that may
sound. I think that by wearing a dress people are more likely too see
past some of my more masculine features. A dress is so feminine after
all. The blouse is a different story. Mom thinks I should show off a
little more so she keeps buying me tighter fitting tops that fit to my
curves. Personally I'd prefer that no one take notice of my fake
breasts. The less people look at me the better.
I'm glad mom's letting me wear sneakers today. I've never quite
mastered wearing high-healed shoes. Unfortunately I still have all of
the damn jewelry she loves to see me wear. Four rings, two bracelets,
the gaudiest earrings you can imagine, and a necklace with a heart
shaped locket make up the lot of it. The locket belonged to my
grandmother and had a picture of my mother and her in it. Mom thinks
that the two of us together look a lot like that photo. In reality mom
was a very pretty young woman, and I'm a guy in drag. Get the picture?
Well anyway to complete my look I have to wear a blonde wig to match my
mom's hair color. It's an expensive wig too, and many people have
complimented me on my beautiful hair.
"Mom I'm home," I call out as I leave my bedroom. This is a sign to her
that I'm dressed. Her little 'girl' is all ready to spend the day with
her. We may go to the mall, we may cook and clean, or maybe we'll just
watch some TV together. In any case it makes my mother happy. This is
the only way she's been able to compensate with the death of my twin
sister so many years ago. Sure it's a lot for me to bear, but when you
get right down to it it's really a small price to pay. For a few hours
a day mom gets back the daughter she loved so much. Still I do wonder?
That is to say? Just how long before she misses her son?
Hortense
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