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Ilene Curtis and her assistant, Felicia, gladly struggled with the loads of clothing and shoes in their arms as they made their way to the nearest checkout register. The lady they were serving was strange, to say the least, but she was shopping with total abandon. That meant a sizable commission for both Ilene, the store manager, and her attractive salesgirl. Upon reaching their destination, the women began ringing up the peculiar shopper's purchases. It took the saleswomen several minutes to ring up each item. The sum total was expectedly high. Ilene looked across the countertop at the woman she knew as Linda Benton and her young son, Bobby. The gray-haired store manager had been wondering, while assisting the shopper pick out and try on outfits, how a woman who looked so poor and seemed so ignorant could ever afford all the things she was so recklessly snapping up. "And, how will we be paying today, Miss Benton?" Ilene questioned. "Oh, I've got this." The customer, whose male birth name was Henry Benton, held up a gold credit card. "Just put it all on that." She laid the gold card upon the countertop. "I see." Ilene Curtis' left eyebrow rose sharply. "Very well, then." The manager ran the card through the automated register. After several seconds of buzzing and whirring, the machine ran off a sales receipt. Ilene tore it off and handed it to Linda. When she did, she looked at the name imprinted upon the card's face. "And, would Henry Benton be your lucky husband?" the veteran retailer queried. "No, he would be my father," Linda replied flawlessly, for she had already anticipated the question. Then, in an Oscar-worthy performance, she furrowed her brow and looked down at her son. In her saddest, sing- song voice she sighed, "Unfortunately, I went through a pretty bad divorce." Her second statement and gesture were intended to deflect any further interrogation. Falling instantly in step, her son looked up towards her and nodded glumly. The ploy worked perfectly. "Oh, well, I am certainly sorry to hear that," Ilene responded, suddenly appearing filled with empathy. She looked at Bobby's downhearted face. "That is a shame." Linda signed the receipt and handed the pieces of paper back to the older woman. The store manager handed her back her copy of the receipt. The well-dressed, black saleslady, Felicia, began to hand Linda the numerous bags containing her purchases, when her manager interrupted. "Miss Benton are you planning on doing anymore shopping today?" Ilene asked. "I don't know," Linda responded. "I haven't thought about it." "May I make just a quick suggestion," the wizened lady said coming out from behind the register. "Sure," Linda replied. Ilene pulled her aside and said privately. "You seem like a very nice young woman and your son is just a lovely boy... Now, I do not need to know all the details of your situation. But, I think you could use a friend right now. If I were you, if your father would not mind a few more dollars upon his credit card, I would leave all these items I have just purchased in my care. Trust me, I will make sure everything is safe and secure. And, I would treat myself to a new hairstyle at that nice salon in the mall. When I was finished there, I would sit down with one of our makeup specialists here in our department store and let her give me some beauty tips... Now, I do not know if you have the time or inclination. But, if you do not mind spending a bit more money. I know it would be worth your while. And, I think you would find it quite enlightening." "That sounds like a very good idea. I think, I will follow your excellent advice." Linda said smiling. "You are very sweet to me, thank you." "You are very welcome," Ilene said returning the sentiment. "It has been a pleasure assisting you. And, one other thing..." "What's that?" "I suggest you change into one of your new casual outfits. I mean, really, my dear, you have to want to get out of that sweat suit and those horrible shoes!" "Yes!" Linda exclaimed. Ilene rummaged though Linda's newly purchased parcels carefully. She knew just the outfit she was looking for. She decided that a pair of distressed, slightly off-waist jeans, a lamb colored knit sweater, and a pair of dark brown, ladies' hiking boots would be the ideal choice for the brunette she had taken under-wing. She took out a white bra, socks, and a package of poly/cotton panties, as well. "You can change into these, dear," Ilene said handing the armload of clothes to Linda. "We will keep an eye on this one." She smiled patting Bobby on the back. "I won't be long," Linda assured her son. She hurried to the closest changing area. Four dressing rooms lined the short, darkened hallway of the ladies dressing area. One of the rooms was obviously occupied. Linda could her two women having a whispered conversation behind the closed door of a forward room. She noticed both doors in the back were open. So, she headed that way. As she reached the end of the hallway, a college age girl with blonde hair, fixed into a high ponytail, was standing in one of the rooms with the door wide open. The blonde had just finished pulling off a gray, sorority sweat top exposing her braless boobs. The blonde was extremely tan for October and had no tan lines at all. Her small breasts were quite perky. Her large areolas stood apart from the rest of her breasts like separate mounds. Linda had spent enough time as a guy to know the blonde had what were called 'puffy' nipples. As the coed pulled her arms from the sleeves of her top, she saw Linda. With her unrestrained, mostly-nipple tits jiggling as she bent to lay her top aside, the blonde looked at Linda without flinching. "Hey." She nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello." Linda nodded back. Linda entered the other back room and closed the door behind her. Never before, in her life as a man, had any woman been so nonchalant about showing her naked breasts. 'I guess, I really am in the club,' Linda thought to herself with a satisfied smile. Now hidden from the world, Linda pulled off her own sweat top and bra. She had only been wearing this new brasserie for about two and a half hours. But, she felt an instant sense of relief when her heavy breasts were freed from the binding cups. For a long moment, she stood there scratching and massaging the bra imprinted flesh of her great bosoms. The relaxing sensation literally felt like her tits were 'airing out'. She liked it. Stepping out of her sweat pants and the tight gym shorts she wore underneath, Linda couldn't help but pause to critique the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. True, her skin was not as tight and toned as that of the coed in the next room. But, her fleshy, rubenesque curves seemed more appropriate for a woman her age. She felt her figure was much better than most women that were forty years old! In fact, Linda thought she looked more like she was in her early thirties. "Over 40 and fabulous!" she declared. She copped a quick 'glamour girl' pose for the mirror, enjoying her new curves and the look of her smooth, ivory skin. Her bodies' otherwise hairlessness was punctuated by the feminine triangle of pubic hair over her now penis-accepting genitalia. "Come to Mama, boys," she laughed to herself. Realizing she was beginning to take too long, she quickly opened the package of panties and slid a pair up her creamy thighs and over her pussy and wide, round buttocks. Linda's fattened butt cheeks looked like someone had cut a volleyball in two and placed the halves in her ass. She had a bona fide 'booty' on her. With the body they had given her, the Presto-Chango Dating Service had practically transformed the former man into a living blow-up sex doll. After the panties, Linda put on her new blue jeans. She loved how they flattered her hips, but worried they made her butt look too big. And, she liked that the bra she changed into was much more comfortable than the first. The hiking boots were very nice and fit perfectly. Her new knit sweater had a mock turtleneck and hugged her torso tightly, projecting her jutting breasts proudly outward. Wearing the women's clothing gave Linda an exhilarating feeling of both confidence and accomplishment. This was something she had fantasized of doing her whole life as a male. Now, it was a dream come wonderfully true. Linda stepped out of the changing room carrying her old clothes. The blonde coed was walking back to her room with an armful of her own. 'Ponytail holders!' Linda thought. 'I need to get some ponytail holders.' Bobby stood by the register in the women's clothing section waiting somewhat impatiently for his parent to return. He did not like to be away from her anytime, but, especially not in a strange place. Even though he seemed quite mature for his age, Bobby was still only twelve. The salesgirl, Felicia, sensed his discomfort. "You gonna help your Mama carry all those packages out to y'all's car." The pretty black girl said playfully. "Yes." Bobby nodded. "Umm, you gonna build you up some big muscles!" She punctuated her gag by lifting her arms and comically flexing her biceps. "Your Mama done bought the whole store!" she joked. Felicia made Bobby laugh. When Linda finally appeared and Bobby saw his parent fully dressed in her new, female clothes, he was smitten by how cute she looked. He kept staring up at her and smiling adoringly. The body changes had certainly been a major difference, but to a twelve year old boy, these clothes made her look like a real woman... like the teachers at his school. He was starting to like the idea of having a 'mommy'. Linda's heart melted from the love she saw in her son's eyes. She had switched genders so quickly that she had not taken his feelings into enough consideration. The impulsiveness of the act had caused her pangs of guilt. She certainly didn't want to damage her son. But, when a person has wanted something so badly their whole life, they sometimes jump at an opportunity without thinking about how it will affect the ones they love most. Bobby's loving gaze helped relieve Linda's worries and revealed the complete devotion her son held for her, regardless of her chosen gender. She reached down and took him by the hand and felt his little fingers squeeze tenderly back. To Linda, that one simple gesture was better than having a vagina. Not even close. Ilene Curtis put Linda's old clothes into a store sack, then wrote a short note, placing it into the bag, as well. "If anyone should ask you about these when you leave, tell them to come find me." Ilene instructed Linda. Linda thanked the two women for their help and left them to watch over her packages. She looked down at her son's glowing face staring up at her. "Do you like?" she cooed. "You look great!" Bobby gushed. "Well, thank you," she said clutching his little hand. "Maybe not great, just yet..." "You look great to me!" her son declared. "You're so sweet." Linda suddenly thought to ask her son a question. "Are you getting tired, honey?" She said lovingly. "No." Bobby said shaking his head. "But, I am getting hungry!" "You know, I 'm starving, too. Let's hit the food court. What do you say?" "Food court! Food court!" the boy chanted getting silly. "The food court it is!" his parent's sweet, high-pitched voice sang out. Walking through the bustling mall, they agreed it had gotten much busier than when they had first arrived. Linda asked Bobby if he would mind if they went ahead and tried to schedule her a hair appointment before eating. That was fine with her son. He assured her he could wait. They studied the colorful, freestanding mall map. Bobby found the salon and disdainfully informed his parent that it was on the third floor. They were on the bottom floor. The two stood there for a moment and whined about the fact. Parent and son both had a bit of a lazy streak. "I'm not climbing all those stairs, Bobby," Linda moaned. They decided on waiting for the elevator. Her son's view was obscured, but Linda, being a bit taller, could see a mass of humanity bunched in front of the elevators. Each person in the faceless crowd was awaiting their turn to ride. Leading Bobby by the hand, she did her best to guide them through the bustling, noisy crowd. Bobby noticed that the eyes of almost every man and some of the women would glance down at his parent's breasts as they passed. He looked up at the two large cones extending from her frame. They were really big. Bobby thought they looked cool on her. As she wove them toward the elevators, Linda was so aware of the attention generated by her breasts, that she was becoming self-conscious about the large objects sticking so far out. In the elevator, she actually used her son to shield people from crushing into her bust. When they had squeezed into the elevator with a throng of people, a couple of them had unintentionally whomped her in the boobs. She put her hands on Bobby's shoulders and moved him in front of her, protecting her breasts from any further punishment. It seemed like people were more mindful of not crushing a boy than they were a pair of boobs. The elevator ride was uncomfortable, but mercifully brief. Bobby knew just where to find the salon. Linda told him how impressed she was by what a good helper she had. That made Bobby very happy. A thin man in a silky, black shirt greeted them when they entered the salon. His hair was brown, but he had blondish highlights throughout. A pencil thin mustache rested above his upper lip. "Hello and how are you today!" he cheerfully greeted the two in a thick, foreign accent. "We are doing quite well!" Linda replied pleasantly. "I am Ernst! It is a pleasure to have you here at Salon Nouveau!" he said offering a limp-wristed hand. "And, what is your lovely name?" "My name is Linda," she replied taking his hand. "And, who is your big, strong man that here is with you today?" Ernst said kneeling in front of Bobby. "This is my son Bobby," Linda introduced him proudly. "My! My! But, is he not make the most dashing of handsome escorts one could wish to have?" Ernst showered glowing praises on the boy that, although sounded melodramatic, came across as sincere. Bobby laughed. He kind of liked this guy. He talked funny. "And what can Ernst do to make you the most happy you can be today?" Ernst asked Linda as he stood up again. "Well, I really need to get my hair done," Linda said. "Is it possible for me to get an appointment for this afternoon?" "With Ernst anything is possible!" he said throwing his hands into the air. "But, let Ernst must check his book first to make it sure." Anything is possible, of course, being a relative term. Ernst turned and walked quickly away, his hips swishing back and forth in exaggerated cartoonish fashion. Linda and Bobby followed a few paces behind. He led them past busy stylists and seated clients before stopping at a wooden bar-like area with a large countertop and racks of hair care products lining the walls directly behind it. He ran his finger around the pages of a maroon, opened book sitting upon the counter. "Um, yes. Um, okay," he muttered. "Yes, that is it!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Ernst has had someone foolishly cancel for 1:30 today. Meaning, Ernst can make you look so beautiful and happy at that time! Aren't you so glad of that happening?" "Oh, very much so!" Linda sang delighted. "That is very lucky!" "Oh, lucky is the word for sure, Ernst thinks. Would you like him to put you down for that time in this book he has? "Yes, please," Linda confirmed. "Oh, this is very wonderful! Now, Ernst can look forward to making you the most beautiful of all that you are possible! What name should he be writing down?" "Linda Benton." "This is a very good day for you and Ernst," the unusual man said writing in the book. "Well, thank you, Ernst," Linda said pulling Bobby away. "I am looking forward to it." "So is he very much!" Ernst expressed. "And, goodbye to your handsome Bobby for now." He said waving. Bobby smiled and waved back. "Can you believe that character?" Linda laughed as they rejoined the mall crowd. "What do you think about all that?!" "I like him," Bobby giggled. "He talks funny. And, he is nice." "Yes. He did seem very nice." "I was trying not to laugh because he was so funny." "I was too." "I didn't want to him to think I was making fun of him." "No. That would not have been nice." "No. And, it might have hurt his feelings." "And, that would have been bad." "Yes." "Hey!" Linda said changing the subject. "Are you about ready to get something to eat?" "I am starving!" Bobby said groaning and clutching his stomach. "Okay. Okay. I get it!" Linda laughed. "Let's eat!" Then she confessed that she had to take care of a little business that had her both curious and terrified at the same time. "But first, I need to find the bathrooms." "They're right down there by the food court," Bobby said, pointing his hand. "Let's take the stairs this time," Linda suggested. The stairway went all the way from the third floor at the top of the mall to the bottom floor food court. Linda and Bobby were both happy that the restaurants weren't all located on the other end of the mall. Neither of them really wanted to walk that far. As they descended the stairs, Linda's mind was focused on the motion of her heavy bosoms as they bounced with every step. Her sizable endowments were still quite foreign to her. Now, in public for the first time as a woman, Linda was surprised by the feelings of self-consciousness having large breasts caused within her. She had always felt so invisible as a man. Now, she felt like some kind of exhibit on display for the world to see. The contrast between her old life and her new was unsettling. She was quickly coming to the realization that big chested women could never really 'blend in' with the crowd. "Well, this is what you always wanted," she told herself. "Better learn to suck it up!" From that point on, she tried to concentrate on what she wanted for lunch. Since the mall was crowded, Linda feared that the women's bathroom would be packed. It was. People of both sexes stood lining the hallway leading to the restrooms. Most of them were teenagers. 'Shit!' she thought. Her first venture into urinating in the ladies' room looked like it would be done in a more public forum than she wanted. And, what was she going to do with Bobby? He'd always just gone in with her. Now, they didn't have matching plumbing. Linda had become an 'innie' and Bobby was still an 'outie'. That created a problem. She hoped she saw a resolution to the dilemma when she spotted two mall security guards. "Bobby, I might have to leave you with these guys while I go pee," she tried to explain as she pointed out the two men. "I really can't take you in there with me." "Oh," Bobby said realizing the difficulty this situation presented. "Yeah. I guess you're right." "Would it just be awful to have to stand with them?" she asked. "Well, I would look like a dork," Bobby whined. "Well, I don't really want to leave you alone out here, Bobby." Linda sounded flustered. "Mom, I'm not a baby!" Bobby protested. "I don't need a babysitter." "Did you just call me 'Mom'?" Linda said taken aback. Silence hung in the air. "Well, I can't really call you 'Dad'!" Bobby suddenly blurted defending the word that had, in fact, startled himself. "No, I guess not," Linda said flatly. 'That was interesting,' she thought, surprised by how quickly her son seemed to be adjusting to her femininity. She decided to go ahead and not pursue the matter any further. "Well, okay then. You can wait out here for me," Linda started. Then, her voice took a protective tone. "But, you know the rule. No strangers. And, if anyone approaches you, you get the attention of those security guards. Do you understand?" "I understand," Bobby said. He hated being treated like a baby. "Okay. I'll be back quick." Linda left Bobby at the start of the hallway. Her apprehension about having to pee was replaced by her concern for leaving her son alone in the mall. The pace of her walk to the ladies' room was brisk. She used some effort to block out the couple of teenage boys whose eyes zeroed in on her bouncing chest. After all, it was something she was just going to have to get used to. The women's restroom was cleaner than most men's. But, the stale smell of urine still overpowered the small dishes of potpourri the malls janitor service had placed on the sink tops. There was also a vase of flowers. "Aw, isn't that nice." Linda thought sarcastically. There was still enough trace evidence of male in her psyche to find their presence absurd. A group of Hispanic girls were primping their hair in the mirrors and chatting away in Spanish. They took no note of Linda as she walked in. At least, there were still some places where she could feel invisible. Linda was grateful for the fact and that she immediately found a vacant stall. She stepped inside and swung the door closed. She forced the metal latch locked even though it didn't want to comply. She was frustrated to find the toilet seat was wet. It was not soaked, but there were enough splatters of urine for her to find it gross. 'That's just great,' she thought bemoaning the predicament. 'How in the hell am I going to do this?' It was at this point Linda discovered the womanly art of 'hovering' over a public toilet. She drooped her jeans and panties and straddled the john. She lowered her backside as close as she could and still feel safe before releasing her urine in a torrent. Her relaxing bladder gave an instant feeling of relief. She had a very enjoyable 'pee-gasm'. Even then, the sensation wasn't too much different than when she went as a man. Maybe, a bit less controlled. The biggest difference was that her genitals felt sort of 'sloppy' when she was done. The spray of urine had left her vaginal lips moist with pee. She looked at the dispenser of toilet tissue at her side and was happy it looked pretty clean. She yanked a few squares of tissue off and wiped her pussy dry. She rose, discarding the used paper, and pulled her clothing up into place. 'Mission accomplished,' she thought. 'That wasn't too bad.' She returned to the food court area, thankful to find that Bobby had gravitated fairly close to the security guards. She smiled at the sight. Her son liked to play the 'big boy' and act all grown up. But, he was still enough of a kid that he felt more comfortable under a watchful eye. The two uniformed guards were different ages. One looked clearly over fifty. His hair was gray and he had a big mustache. His belly rode over the waist of his pants, obscuring the buckle of his belt. The younger guard was about twenty-two. He was clean-shaven and his dark hair was cut in military style. As they stood watching the mall patrons and talking, both affected the 'tough guy' posture of being in men in charge. From where he was closely standing, Bobby could hear their every word. As Linda came towards them, but was still a good distance away, the older one elbowed the younger. "Get a load of the big guns on that one," he muttered indicating Linda to his partner in a low voice. Bobby heard the man's statement and looked at the men to see them staring at his parent and trying not to look obvious. It made him feel weird to know they were talking about her that way. "Are you ready?" she asked walking up to Bobby with more of a greeting than a question. "Sure," Bobby said. Linda could see an upset look written on his face. As she led him off, he looked back at the two guards. The older one was staring at Bobby with a shocked look on his face. He hadn't known the woman's son was standing right there. He realized he'd made a pretty big social blunder. The younger one was shaking his head. "Smooth move, Sherlock," Bobby heard him say. "What's wrong, honey?" Linda asked noting her son's obvious displeasure. "One of those men used a bad word," Bobby responded. He didn't want to tell her what had really upset him. Because, it might make her feel bad. 'A bad word' was the first thing that had jumped into his mind. "Well, I don't appreciate that much," Linda said looking over her shoulder at the two guards whom guilt had forced to look away. "You don't have to feel bad though, honey." She tried to comfort her boy. "We're not responsible for what other people do." It was a sweet attempt at childrearing and would have been good parenting, if that had really been what bothered him. In reality, Bobby was having difficulty sorting out the mix of emotions he felt about the man's comment. Part of him had gotten mad at the guy. But, in a way, he had also liked that her boobs had gotten the man's attention. It was like because of her breasts she was special. The food court was a circular cul-de-sac located at one end of the mall. Several chain restaurants encircled a large eating area in the center. The two decided to get a light lunch from Burger King, mainly because Bobby wanted a meal with a toy. The line at Burger King was very long, because it was the dinner hour. As the two waited their turn to order, they grew increasingly hungry. The smell of cooking food did little to help the matter. By the time they reached the front, both could feel pangs in their tummies. Luckily, they got their food pretty quickly. Linda paid with her credit card and Bobby picked up the tray containing their meal. They looked around for a place to eat, Linda stopping Bobby long enough to take a drink in each hand. They found a spot by the elevators and grabbed a seat. As they ate, Linda noticed her son growing more and more fidgety. "What is wrong with you, Bobby?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch. "You need to slow down so you can enjoy your food." "Can I have a video game?" the boy asked so quickly his words ran together. "Bobby, you know I said no video games until that math grade comes up," she scolded. "You had that one assignment you didn't bring home that you didn't even tell me about." "You never let me have any fun," the boy moaned. "Oh, I know I am just so horrible to you. I just don't know how you live with me," Linda joked. "I tell you what, when we get home, I'll look up the number and you can call Dr. Phil and tell him just how horrible I am to you- letting you play on the computer all the time and watch all those DVD's I buy you. He'll probably have me thrown in jail." "I'm not going to call Dr. Phil!" Bobby laughed. "But, how come you get to buy a bunch of stuff and I don't get to buy anything." "Oh, bebe would you like to have a little cheese with that whine," Linda teased reaching across and playfully poking him in the ribs. Tell you what, I said no video games and I meant it." "But..." "Now, now, now. Don't interrupt me until you hear what I am going to say. After we finish here, why don't we go someplace and get a pizza and then see that new Santa Clause movie you've been wanting to see?" "Santa Clause!" Bobby said raising his hands and pumping his fists. Linda laughed, delighted by her son's enthusiasm. "Alright, but no more about video games. You hear?" "Okay." Bobby conceded. Then his voice grew quiet. "I just really like video games." "I know," his parent replied. Salon Nouveau had an excellent reputation. Many prominent local women got their hair styled at the salon, despite the more expensive shops located uptown. Linda was fortunate to get a last minute appointment with Ernst. And, at 1:30 when he began doing her hair, she realized why. Bobby watched with intense curiosity at the shampoo station as Ernst leaned Linda backwards and began rinsing her hair in the sink. Bobby had never seen anything like it before. Ernst's hands rubbed the shampoo into her hair with dramatic flair. The guy definitely had panache. Bobby could tell his parent liked the treatment. "Ew, that is relaxing!" Linda cooed. A close-mouthed smile rested upon her lips. "Oh, and Ernst loves to pamper his ladies. He can tell you that for sure!" Ernst said, rinsing the shampoo from Linda's hair. He helped Linda to her feet and escorted her to his cutting station. When she was seated in his chair, he began running his fingers through her wet hair. As they both gazed at Linda's reflection in the mirror, Ernst asked, "And, if you have something in your mind, what will Ernst be doing to your lovely hair today?" "I am putty in your hands," Linda replied. "I trust your judgment." "Oh, never the putty!" Ernst wailed horrified. "Your hair is like a flower to Ernst that he will shape in beautiful ways." Behind him, Bobby's eyes grew wide and he raised his hand up to cover his soft laughter. This Ernst guy was a hoot. "Well, Ernst thinks the length is good for you. If he takes just a few centimeters off, however, he can improve the shape so much for you." "That sounds wonderful," Linda agreed. "Okay, here he goes!" Ernst began lifting and snipping Linda's hair with the confident precision of a man who knows his trade very well. The whole time he worked, Ernst chattered away as fast as he cut. Most of the machine gun diatribe Bobby and Linda missed. But, they did pick up that he was from Belgium. Surprisingly, he also had a wife named Claudia and a newborn son. This came as a bit of a shock, since they had both been convinced he was gay. They giggled when Ernst related with pride how his son was going to be dressed for Halloween as a 'pumphkin'. When Ernst seemed satisfied with his cut, he stepped back and admired his work. "Alright, now, let Ernst must show you how to get so much more volumes from your lovely hair to make the most of the work he has so well done." He picked up a plastic bottle of hair product from his station top. "This is a shampoo that will give the most volumes to your hair. It is all that Ernst will use. He would suggest that this must be what will use to make his cut be the most lovely for your beautiful hair. This is the rinse for after the shampoo," he said lifting a second bottle with his other hand. "And, you must use cold water for the shampoo and rinse for to get them to work the most best." He set them down and picked up one final bottle. "And this is Ernst's most favorite. It is the mousse for after the drying. He will show you also how to use it." Ernst placed the bottle on his counter top and pulled a hair dryer from a holster on his station. He began drying Linda's hair with large, sweeping motions. "See here how Ernst never leaves the dryer in one place for very longs." When Linda's hair was about ninety-five percent dry he stopped. "Never let the beautiful hairs get completely dry." He picked up the mousse and leaned Linda forward, applying the mousse throughout her hair from root to end. "Look and see how Ernst does this young, handsome Bobby? Your beautiful mother may need you to show and remember her later!" "I am watching," Bobby assured. In fact, he had been engrossed by the whole proceedings. He was a child who got easily bored. But, watching the further feminization of his parent held him captivated like little else ever had. When Ernst completed his masterful work on Linda's hair, Bobby gave a big, toothy smile and clapped his little hands. "Wow! Do I look that good?" Linda laughed at her son's reaction. "You see, Ernst will get you some great reactions from the mans in your life!" Ernst smiled proudly waving his hand towards Bobby. "Well, I am very pleased, Ernst. I am going to keep coming back to you," Linda said rising to her feet. "Oh, Ernst will be much pleasured to have you and your dashing Bobby visit him again to style your lovely hair." The three walked to the rear of the Salon Nouveau where the register was located by the appointment book and hair products. Linda paid Ernst with her credit card, and bought the shampoo, rinse, and mousse he had suggested. She also thought it was a good idea to buy a hair dryer while she was at it. Remembering the wind outside, she also bought a hairbrush. After warning her of the dangers of overbrushing her hair, Ernst thanked them glowingly for their business. Right as she and Bobby were starting to walk off, Linda turned. "Ernst, do you carry ponytail holders?" She asked. "Oh, darling! No! You do not want such things as that for your lovely hair!" Ernst moaned. "Let him show you." Ernst quickly walked over and picked out some hair clips and pins from a display rack. "These are so much more beautiful things. Ponytails are for the young girls who are not so smart as the grown womens such as pretty as yourself." He called to a female stylist who had just finished checking out a customer of her own. "Trena my dear would you help Ernst for one moment here today?" "What ya need?" The short, twenty something woman asked as she approached them. "Could you turn and let Ernst show how to put these clips into your lovely hair?" "Not a problem," came the Trena girl's reply. She turned her back to Ernst. He methodically explained how to use first the clip, then the pins, to make two proper 'up-do's'. "Now, please watch young Bobby. You may need to help her to remember." When he finished, he removed the items from Trena's hair. "Thank you, my dear," he said blowing her a kiss. "Cool," she replied. "It's really easy to do, once you get the hang of it," she said to Linda. "Once you've had a little practice its easy as shit." The clip Linda chose was black and had a butterfly painted on it in vivid reds, yellows, blues, and whites. Linda couldn't decide whether the design looked more Mexican or Japanese. But, she did know she liked it very much. The dark brown pins she picked out definitely looked more Japanese. Bobby said they looked like chopsticks. Linda figured that was about right. "Ernst, I can't thank you enough," Linda said shaking his hand. "It has been a pleasure!" "And, for Ernst also as well." He looked down at Bobby. "And, good-bye to you today as well, young Bobby!" Bobby smiled and waved back as he and Linda walked away. "Bye." "Are you looking at me?" Linda laughed down at her son paraphrasing DeNiro in the best impression her sweet, birdlike voice could manage. "You must be looking at me 'cause I don't see nobody else around." "You look really pretty," he whispered as he took her hand. The affection in his eyes was startling as he stared at her. The young boy had spent his whole life devoid of the feminine aura only a mother's presence can provide. The void had left his life unbalanced. The feminization of his father was stirring feelings in the young boy that had laid dormant for practically the whole of his twelve years. And, his dad had never looked so happy. "Thank you." She said sweetly squeezing his hand in hers. "I feel pretty." She knew her son well and was concerned that he was getting tired and bored. "It's three o'clock, honey. You wanna skip the makeup and head for the house?" "You will need makeup," Bobby protested. "I think you should get some." "Are you going to be able to hang in there?" she asked. "I'm okay," he reassured her. "I want to see how you look in makeup!" "Oh, really?" Linda said surprised. "Well, alright then. If you think you can make it, I'm dying to get my makeup done!" "Sweet", came Bobby's reaction. Hand in hand, they walked back to the department store. Bobby stood straight with his shoulders thrust back, he felt so proud to be holding his pretty parent's hand. Overcome with the excitement and acceptance her son displayed for her new gender, Linda didn't feel the least bit self- conscious of any unsolicited attention her stunning figure might bring. Her son liked how she looked. That was all that mattered to her. The woman who waited on them at the makeup counter was an attractive, blonde in her late fifties named Dee. She was slightly taller than Linda. In her bulky lab coat, she appeared quite thin and breastless. All the women in the makeup section wore lab coats. Linda found that a bit odd. She wondered whether the stuff was laced with uranium. "How may I help you?" the blonde woman asked meekly at her place behind a long, glass display counter. "Ilene Curtis said I can pick up some good makeup tips over here," Linda said in a voice more confident than how she actually felt. "Oh, Mrs. Curtis..." the blonde half whispered. "Well, you have lovely skin." She motioned Linda towards a seat. "Did Mrs. Curtis want us to do your makeup for you?" She asked with a chord of uncertainty ringing through her voice. "I think that was the plan, yes," Linda said trying to seem friendly. She wondered what was causing this woman to seem so frightful. "What type of makeup do you normally use?" the lady inquired. "Oh, I don't really use anything," Linda stated. "I'm a newbie. I was hoping you could show me how to put it on correctly." "Oh. Oh, my," the woman mumbled. "Well, um, okay. I can do that." "I think you'll do great," Linda stated with certainty. There was something about this woman that made Linda want to bolster her self esteem. Maybe, it was because the woman seemed to be so devoid of it. As she began explaining skin care and helping Linda with makeup, Dee came across as quite extroverted despite her timid demeanor. While she worked, she informed them she had three grown children and related that her husband had recently died. She also did not care much for living alone, even contemplating trying to find another widow to be a roommate. It was also evident that she was an expert at applying cosmetics. When her mind began to focus on her task and forget about her anxiety, she was quite skillful and knowledgeable. Linda and Bobby were learning things about makeup that had been completely mysterious to them before. Dee would pantomime techniques a short distance from her face, then guide Linda as she actually performed the moves on her own face. Bobby soaked in every procedure like a sponge, eagerly watching as Linda applied base and brushed rouge upon her cheeks. His face unconsciously contorted in sympathy as his parent lined her lips and eyes with pencil, flicked her lashes with mascara, then filled her eyes and lips in with color. It sure looked like his parent was getting the hang of it quickly. But, if she forgot anything, Bobby was sure he could help her remember. Ringing up the substantial number of items Linda had selected was warming up Dee considerably, along with a satisfied feeling that she had done a good job. "I hope you can remember all that Miss Benton," she said. "If you have any questions I hope you feel that you can come back and just ask me. I'll be glad to help you with anything you might need." "Well, you are an excellent teacher," Linda smiled. "You did a great job. But, should my feeble memory not hold it all. I'd be happy to come back and ask for your help." The woman smiled broadly. "Okay. Well, thank you!" She nodded to Bobby. "Hurry back!" "Thank you," Linda responded as her son waved good-bye. "She seemed scared," Bobby whispered as the two distanced themselves from the makeup department. "I think she's just going through a hard time, Bobby. Losing her husband has got to be pretty hard," Linda said sadly. "Yeah," Bobby said flatly. He hoped he never had anybody die that he knew. Bobby had to use the bathroom before they could pick up the items Linda had purchased in the women's department. After the brief sidetrack, he took the hair products from his parent and she carried her things from cosmetics. Bobby always enjoyed being helpful to her. "You have a lot of things here, Miss Benton. It just won't do," Ilene Curtis stated looking disdainfully at all the parcels the woman and her son would have to lug to their car. "Let me find George to help you and the boy carry all these things. We are just so pleased with the amount of business you have chosen to do with us." Ilene scurried off and returned with a large, balding black man in his early fifties wearing a security guard's uniform. A shorter, much thinner white guard about forty-five with close-cropped, sandy blonde hair and a mustache was a few yards behind him coming from another direction. The black guard, George, had called the other man with a walkie-talkie he held in his right hand. "George, I need you and Rick to help this woman out to her car. All these things are hers," the store manger informed him waving her hand over all the packages. "Whoa," George laughed. "Alright." He thought for a moment. "Mrs. Curtis you reckon it'd be alright if we just had her pull up to the front here and me and Rick can just load her up right there off the sidewalk? We can do it real quick-like." Ilene considered the suggestion. "Yes. I think that may be the easiest and best way, George. Miss Benton, would it be any trouble to pull your car to the front?" She asked politely, pointing to the glass doors at the store's entrance. "Not at all," Linda replied breezily. "I'm just glad to have the help!" As the two guards began gathering up her things, Linda and Bobby headed for the Honda still carrying the makeup and hair products. When they got close to the department store's front doors, Bobby suddenly blurted. "Mom, we're parked on the other side of the mall," Bobby woefully informed his apparently oblivious parent. She pleasingly noted that he was now consistently acknowledging her new gender by addressing her as 'Mom'. "Oh, crap! You're right," she said halting. "Would you rather walk through the people or the cold?" "People," he said flatly. "Yeah, me too," she agreed. The two turned and headed back through the department store and out into the mall. They laboriously made the trek to the doors they had originally entered and stepped into the cold of the parking lot. Even in coats, the blustery air chilled them to the bone. "It is really freezing out here, Bobby," Linda bellowed against the wind. At least, it wasn't a great distance to the car. Having arrived pretty early in the day, Linda was able to get a pretty good parking place. After starting the red sedan, she cranked up the heater. "Maybe that will get it warmed up in here," she said shaking. "Which way do we need to go to get to those doors?" "That way," Bobby informed her pointing east. "The other way will take us all the way around the mall." "You are so smart!" his parent praised. "I was fixing to go the other direction." She turned on her headlights against the darkening of the twilight sky and pulled her car out into the traffic of the parking lot. When they arrived at the doors, Linda had to wait on another car letting out an elderly woman and what appeared to be her daughter. As the other automobile pulled away, she pulled her car as close as she could to the curb, popped her trunk, and checked behind her before getting out. "Just stay in here where it's warm, Bobby." She instructed her son. Spotting her, George walked out with his arms loaded down with packages. A broad smile covered his face. He stood patiently while Linda arranged the packages in her trunk. "You sure done some shopping today!" George laughed. Linda opened her rear door to the sidewalk as George went back into the store and the guard named Rick brought out a second armful of purchases. She emptied his hands by placing the things in her backseat. After a couple of more armfuls, her car was packed. "Thank you, boys, so much!" she sang as the two men stood shivering on the sidewalk. "Our pleasure ma'am," George spoke against the cold. Both men were savoring the opportunity to spend time with such a good-looking brunette. "Hey, bye there little fella!" Rick drawled in a thick, southern accent. He made a 'gun' out of his hand and clicked his thumb at Bobby as he spoke. "Y'all take care!" Making her way down tree-lined streets, swirling leaves all about them, Linda could feel Bobby's eyes staring at her from the passenger seat. "What?" she asked furrowing her brow. Bobby undid his seatbelt and came across to her, resting his head upon her bosom. With her right hand Linda got a good grip on her son. He looked up at her made up face as it caught the glow of the passing streetlights. He had never seen anyone so beautiful. He softly kissed her cheek. "I love you, Mom," he whispered tenderly. "I love you, too" Linda sighed back, hugging him tightly. In no time, her son fell heavily against her chest in sleep. His soft breathing was sweetly audible over the sound of the car. Author's Note: I would like to hear from anyone as to how you feel the story is going and if you wish it to continue. Thanks, Bobbie