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Mom's Girl Part 2
By
Elizabeth Joanne
Chapter 4
I woke up that Friday morning at my usual 6:00 and by 7 I had my shower
done, shaved, just the stubble on my legs as there was none anywhere
else, my wig back in place and my make-up done. I grabbed a pair of
panties and a bra and put them on before sliding my nightgown back on and
pulling on my robe and slippers. As I opened the door of my bedroom I
could smell the coffee brewing so I headed to the kitchen and there sat
Mom in her robe.
"Good morning Elizabeth," she smiled. "Sleep well?"
Very well thank you," I said as I grabbed a cup for the soon to be done
coffee. "I was exhausted yesterday, all the stress I guess."
"Well I have to admit I was a little stressed about yesterday myself,"
she said as she took the last drag from her cigarette and snuffed it out.
"I wasn't really sure what to expect, I hope you understand."
"I understand fully Mom and thanks for making me so welcome," I said as I
bent down and gave her a big hug.
By now the coffee was done so I poured both of us a cup while Mom got the
Danish she had bought. She had even remembered my favorite cheese and I
thanked her for that as we munched. Finally we were into our second cup
of coffee and cigarette before she spoke.
"I have to tell you Elizabeth I was not sure what to expect yesterday
when you knocked on the door, I do have to admit I was pleasantly
surprised by what I saw," she said as she took a deep drag off her
cigarette.
"Thank you Mom," I smiled at her. "I can imagine what was going through
your mind but believe me most of us girls are nothing like those you see
on those God awful television shows. Most of us really try to portray a
real feminine image some do better than others. Granted there are the
fetish girls out there but all in all most of us do try."
"Well Elizabeth I have to tell you if I didn't know I would have never
suspected you were anything but all woman," she said. "Not only the
outfit which I have to tell you I loved especially with the brown nylons
but also the way you carried yourself, walked, talked, and even your
gestures."
"Thank you for noticing Mother," I smiled and gave her a hug. "I try very
hard and work on being the lady I know you and Grandma would be proud of.
I got that suit at Hudson's this past spring on clearance, a $200 suit
for $50, and for the record those were pantyhose not nylons yesterday."
"That's what I meant," she said. "Being an old lady I call all of them
nylons, I doubt anyone wears real nylons anymore, only pantyhose. They
are a lot more comfortable than the feel of a stocking tugging at your
garter and God knows control tops sure beat wearing a girdle!"
Mom, you're not that old," I snapped back. "Besides I am old enough to
remember those days before pantyhose. I have worn nylons, both with a
garter belt as well as a girdle. As for girdles, well I wear one most of
the time anyways. It helps hide the, ah, I mean, well you know and the
ones I wear are padded to give me more shape in the hips and backside."
"I guess that makes sense, I never thought about that," she said. "I see
you wear long nightgowns like I do though."
"It varies with me," I said snuffing out my cigarette. "Sometimes I wear
long ones, sometimes knee length I even have a couple pair of baby dolls
I wear. I guess I am a bit unsettled on what to wear."
"You sound so like a typical woman Elizabeth," she smiled. "I change
around depending on my mood and who is here. I too have a pair of baby
dolls I wear for, well let's just say special occasions."
"Mother!"
"Hey like you said I am not that old and your father and I had a great
sex life and a woman gets lonely!" Sensing I was uncomfortable here Mom
quickly changed the subject, "So what are we going to do today? It's your
birthday weekend."
"I really hadn't thought much about it," I said. "Why don't you show your
daughter the town?"
"That sounds like fun," Mom smiled. "We could shop, window shop, have
lunch at the little caf? on the sidewalk, definitely a mother daughter
day!"
"Great idea," I said with a sense of relief. "What are you going to
wear?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well I think of you as a role model for the type of lady I desire to be
so I will follow your lead."
"You are such a sweet daughter Elizabeth," she said and kissed me on the
cheek. "I was thinking of some nice slacks and maybe a blazer. Do you
have any slacks?"
"Yes, I bought my first pair for this trip."
"Excellent, let's go see what you have and I will find something
appropriate to that."
We put our coffee cups in the sink and Mom followed me to my room. I
showed her the black dress slacks and flats and she obviously approved
because she picked the white blouse and the red blazer to go with them.
As Mom left to get the knee-highs I shucked my nightgown and got out my
cincher and padded panty girdle. I was getting the cincher situated when
she returned.
"That doesn't look very comfortable," she said as she watched me struggle
with the hooks.
"You get used to it" I smiled as I finished up. "Besides what we women go
through to be beautiful rarely is."
"How true Elizabeth," she smiled back at me. "I brought you both a pair
of off black and a suntan pair to see which you wanted."
"The suntan is fine."
"OK, she said as she set them on my bed. "I'll leave both in case you
change your mind."
Mom left the room and I pulled on the padded girdle followed by my white
camisole. I then pulled on the knee-highs and finished getting dressed. I
do have to admit I looked pretty good in the slacks, filling them out
pretty well with the extra padding. I slid the flats on and grabbed my
blazer and went out to get another cup of coffee while I waited for Mom
to get finished getting ready. I was sitting in the living room thumbing
her copy of Redbook when she came out of her bedroom wearing a navy
pantsuit with a light blue blouse and navy flats. We both grabbed out
purses and off we went.
Mom parked in the downtown area and we went off exploring. I found out
that although it was easier walking in flats than heels it was also a bit
tougher to put the motion in the "caboose" so to speak. I had to
concentrate harder rather than the natural sway heels gave me to keep up
the appearance. Finally after a couple of hours of window shopping and
going through a few stores with neither of us buying anything we were
hungry so Mom led us to her favorite caf? for lunch. She was disappointed
the sidewalk part was closed but we took a table inside.
"That's quite a motion in your ocean Elizabeth," she said after the
hostess seated us and left the table. "Advertising?"
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"The wiggle in your behind is quite pronounced my darling daughter," she
smiled. "I know you are in sales but with that booty shaking one has to
wonder what you are selling."
"Mother," I gasped. "It's nothing like that all! It's just that I have
never had any flats and I wanted to be sure to give the right
impression."
"Well that you did my darling daughter," she smiled, "not only to me but
also to those gentlemen sitting over there."
I glanced in the direction Mom had motioned and saw two businessmen my
age give or take and both of them smiled at me. I quickly turned away and
made eye contact with Mom. She could see I was flustered and she smiled
and changed the subject.
We talked about a number of things and where she wanted to go this
afternoon and the shops we were going to. Lunch was lovely and soon we
were on our way. We browsed through the stores and it wasn't until late
afternoon we came across this one dress shop. We browsed for a bit until
Mom held up a beautiful burgundy paisley print skirt.
"This is lovely Elizabeth, you would look good in this color," she said
as she held it out in front of me.
"I guess so," I said. "I don't have a thing that would go with it
though."
"Well let's see if we can find something to rectify that situation," she
smiled and headed back to a rack of sweaters. "By the way Elizabeth, what
sizes should I be looking for?"
"Well usually it is a 12 in a skirt and a large in tops."
Mom found a beautiful burgundy sweater that was a perfect match and in a
matter of a few seconds after that she was whisking me off to the
dressing room. I tried to object saying I had no slip on and just the
knee-highs and she countered with a stern look so off I went. The outfit
fit fine and I went out to show Mom and I could see her delight. I went
back in to change. I tried to pay for the outfit but Mom insisted on
buying it for me saying it was part of my birthday present. The show
store next door yielded a pair of burgundy pumps that matched and again
Mom insisted on buying those as well under the same premise.
We hit a couple of more shops before heading home for dinner that turned
out to be cheese, crackers, fruit, and wine on the patio. I again thanked
Mom for the outfit and she reiterated it was part of my birthday present.
She did tell me that she hoped I had something in black or better beige
as the white camisole showed through the sweater quite vividly and I
assured her I did. We finished the bottle of wine and Mom disappeared
into the house to get another one. I thought she was gone a bit long then
she returned with a shoebox and the wine. She poured me another glass and
then sat back down.
"You know Elizabeth, the more I look at you the more Blair I see in
you," she said as she lit a cigarette.
"Thank you," I said knowing that made her very happy, as that was her
maiden name. "I use Blair as my last name when I am ah, well I mean, oh
you know what I mean!"
"You mean you are Elizabeth Joanne Blair?" she asked. I nodded so she
went on. "I suppose you know just how proud that makes me."
"Of course I do," I smiled. "It is kind of like my choosing my name, my
way of showing the world how proud I am to have known the two most
beautiful women in the world, you and Grandma."
"Your grandmother would have been so proud of you Elizabeth."
By now Mom was crying so I got up and hugged her and we hugged each
tightly, I had never felt this close to her, ever! It took a few minutes
but she calmed down so I sat back down and lit up a cigarette as she
snuffed hers out. She wiped her tears off her cheek and then grabbed the
shoebox she had brought out earlier and I had forgotten about.
"As I started to say before I began bawling like a baby, I had forgotten
how much a Blair you were until I saw you sitting here. These are some
pictures taken this summer when I went to visit your Aunt Mary in Chicago
for her birthday. Nancy was there and I can't get over how much you two
look alike. There was always a family resemblance between you two, but it
is stronger than ever," she said as she started to fish through the
photographs in the box. She pulled out a picture and handed it to me,
"This is of me and Nancy, I can't get over how much you two look alike,
well except for the Blair boobs."
I took the picture and looked at it, yes Nancy and I could be sisters.
Sure her hair was a bit shorter than my wig and it was a little more
blonde where my wig was more a frosted look and yes she definitely had
the Blair chest, big boobs ran in the family.
"Was Kathy there too?" I asked Mom referring to Nancy's older sister.
""Yes but she takes after her father, you on the other hand are like
Nancy, a Blair!"
"There is definitely a family resemblance there, " I said. "I do have a
set of larger breastforms, D cups to be precise, but I thought the B's
were fine for now."
"There are a lot of women that would love to be a B cup Elizabeth but you
are a Blair wear them with pride!"
"Next time I will Mom."
"So that means there will be a next time for Mother and daughter?" she
inquired.
"I spend probably half or more of my off work life as Beth Mom," I said.
"I would love to get to know you better again and be the daughter you
always wanted."
I didn't need a verbal answer from her on this one the tears started
streaming down her cheeks and it was obvious she wanted me to be her
daughter as much as I wanted to be. That brought the tears to my eyes. I
leaned over and hugged her and she hugged me back just as tightly as my
hold on her. We sat there and hugged until we both finally got control
over our tears.
"Elizabeth, you do realize that being my daughter means more than just
being it to me, it means being a niece to your Aunt Mary and a girl
cousin to Nancy and Katherine."
"If that is what you want Mom," I said as I tried to regain my composure.
"Do you think they can accept me like this?"
"I know Mary will, after all she knows how much I always wanted a
daughter," Mom said as she poured herself yet another glass of wine. "I
am also sure Nancy will too, you two were always close and as for Kathy I
think she will but you never know with her."
"I haven't seen Kathy in probably 10 years and it has probably been 5
since I saw Nancy" I said as I lit up another cigarette after snuffing
the old one out. "I never knew how she felt about anything but I think
you are right about Nancy, I guess in a way I always thought of her as my
sister more than my cousin."
"Well give me a chance to talk to everyone and get them ready for you
Elizabeth, after all it will be a bit of a shock to them I am sure," Mom
said. "Maybe we could do the introductions over Thanksgiving here."
"I was kind of hoping you would come back to Detroit and spend
Thanksgiving with me there," I said.
"Is that an invitation to stay with you Elizabeth?"
Yes it is Mom," I smiled and put my hand on hers. "After all I have
nothing to hide anymore, do I?"
"No you don't my darling daughter," she smiled. "But I do want you to be
a true Blair then."
"You mean the D cups?" I asked. She smiled so I went on, "OK Mom, from
now on I will be a real Blair girl and only a Blair girl."
"Good, now I will spend Thanksgiving with you and we will have everyone
here for Christmas."
"So soon?" I whined.
"Yes so soon, can you come out a few days ahead of time and help me get
ready?"
"Sure," I smiled. "I have a ton of vacation I have to take this year or
else lose it so I will be out a few days ahead of the holiday and maybe
we can decorate the house like the old days?"
"I think that is a lovely idea, a special celebration for my daughter's
first Christmas!"
We talked about the old days of Christmases and Thanksgivings past and
how Mom a lot about how nice it would be to have a daughter around now.
It was well past midnight, the second bottle of wine drank, and we were
both feeling no pain before we decided to call it a night. As I got ready
for bed that night I knew I had made the right choice in coming out to
Mom and I knew I was going to enjoy being her daughter.
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