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By the time I was almost 16 it was happening a lot, usually a couple of
nights week and at least every other weekend and just about every school
holiday. I'd stopped protesting by then and even though we never talked
about it I think Mom realized I liked her doing it. So then for a while
she was nicer about it. She was calling me Nanci by then, I think because
she had gotten to enjoy the daughter thing plus by then I was doing most
of the cooking and cleaning and laundry. She was usually gone to work by
the time I got up and I'd just find notes like "Nanci, remember to clean
the living room and have dinner ready - I'll be home at 6" and then I
knew that it was a day when I was going to be Nanci and that as soon as I
came home from school I was expected to get dressed and do those things.
So she didn't order me to dress face to face so much anymore and the
spankings had fallen off as I'd stopped fighting her. She only spanked me
when I really messed up and that didn't happen very much because by then
I knew better than to argue with anything she said, no matter what it
was. So I'd just be ready and waiting when she got home.
Of course doing the laundry meant I could do other things and not get
caught so that was a huge bonus! Like I got in the habit that if I was
Nanci when I went to bed I'd play with myself until I came and when I
woke up if I knew I was going to be Nanci that day I'd play with myself
again until I came. But I didn't play with myself other times. I'm not
sure how I got that habit but it was another thing that made me want to
be Nanci as often as I could. Anyway, like I said, I had stopped
resisting and Mom seemed like she had begun to like me being Nanci enough
that she treated me nicer as Nanci than she did the rest of the time. So
things got nicer and more and more it just seemed natural to be Nanci
whenever I could.
We didn't have a lot of money but Mom was really into fashion so she had
a pretty good wardrobe and she sewed stuff when she couldn't afford to
buy it. She had started doing that more once she had me in dresses
regularly because she could use me for fittings. We were the same height
and I could squeeze into her shoes but of course we had different figures
and she'd have to pad me. So a lot of the weekday evenings when I was
dressed I was just standing around in panties, bra, stockings, girdle, a
slip and heels while she fitted things. I never knew then how unusual it
was to wear a full girdle - Mom wore one every day and I just figured all
women did that. So anyway I pretty much wore what she wore and padded
myself so things would fit properly. That was ok I guess except I didn't
get to wear any of the things other girls my age had because she dressed
the way she did, even though she was young (Mom had me when she was 17).
Mom didn't put makeup on me either and I was really curious to try that
but when I asked her why she didn't do that, when she was going so total
every other way, she just said girls shouldn't be wearing makeup or
jewelry until they were 16. My hair was boy short at first but Mom had
some wigs so she always had me wear one of them when I was dressed but
after I turned 14 she had stopped making me get my hair cut so I let it
grow out hoping that eventually I wouldn't have to wear a wig because
they were really a drag.
I didn't have a lot of friends to begin with and once this started they
all just sorta faded away over the years because so much of the time I
couldn't go out with them. And I guess I was not so much into doing the
same things boys were anymore and that kinda like made things easier in a
way. And that's pretty much how things went for a long, long time.
Anyway time went by and I got to kinda like doing domestic stuff, the
cooking and cleaning and laundry and stuff. It was simple to do and and I
could tell if I had done a good job - not like school where you had to do
things and then waited days to find out if you had done good or like
flunked something. And I got to like having the house neat and clean and
making food that tasted good and stuff. So things went along like that
and I guess no matter what you do, if you do it enough it all seems kinda
like normal and that's the way it was with us.
Then it got to be the Christmas just before I turned 16. It was going to
be the longest winter break I'd ever had - almost three whole weeks!
Anyway once I got home on the last day of school I became Nanci again as
usual but then the next day when I got up and Mom had left for work and
like usual she had left a note. But this one wasn't addressed to Nanci
but to James and it said that she wanted me to know that she had decided
to spend the entire Christmas break with Nanci and that she would "see
you again" when school started back up. Part of me was really happy but
part of me was worried too, like not sure what was going to happen. The
longest I had bever been Nanci was three maybe four days at a time and
now it was going to be three weeks! I mean I was happy because well I
liked it and the hardest part of it all was switching back and forth and
now I wouldn't have to do that. And I was happy too because it felt like
Mom must really accept me to want me dressed the whole three weeks
But then it was scary because I'd never had to do it for such a long
time and I still wasn't like totally sure that Mom was doing this because
she accepted me or maybe there would be some other reason... and I guess
I was worried too because part of me thought maybe she would never let me
change back which was like my biggest fantasy and my biggest fear at the
same time.
But Mom never said anything about what she planned or anything and I was
too chicken to ask because I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Anyway after a
few days I kind of stopped worrying about it for the most part because I
just got used to it and by the time Christmas Eve came it had been like
about nine or maybe ten days and I wasn't really thinking about it much
anymore. The were a couple of presents under the tree for me and a couple
from me to my Mom and that was about it and we both went to bed early
that night.
So I got up Christmas morning and went downstairs to start breakfast and
I looked at at the tree and there were piles of presents that hadn't een
there the night before! I was so excited I ran over and looked and they
all had tags that said "to Nanci from Mommy"!!! I didn't know what to
think. Anyway Mom insisted that we have breakfast first so I had to wait
like forever and I was going crazy holding myself back from ripping them
all open!!! She really seemed to get a kick out of that. Anyhow
eventually we went into the living room and first Mom opened hers and
thanked me for them and then she made me go make her a fresh cup of tea
before I could open mine. Finally I got to open them and I guess you can
guess what was in them!
Mom told me what boxes to open and in what order and so I did. The first
box had 3 different matching bra and panty sets, the next had four
different girdles - a long leg in black, an open crotch in black and then
the same two in white. If you've mever worn a girdle you would think the
open crotch style was less restrictive but it's the exact opposite. Those
ones were of the style where a panel wrapped around the ooutside of your
hip and thigh on one side and then up and over toward the opposite hip,
while another panel did the same from the other hip and thigh, so
everything crossed over. It made each leg really pull in toward the
middle and really changed the way you had to walk. I mean I guess you
could like try and fight the girdle all day but sooner or later it would
win in the end so why bother?
Then there were slips and half slips and camisoles, a few pairs of
stockings and even a pair of pantyhose - which was like really weird
because Mom never wore pantyhose and neither had I but she said I'd see
why later. I found out one of the boxes had a really short denim skirt
and she said I'd have to wear pantyhose with that but only for short
things like that and the rest of the time to just keep wearing stockings.
Every time I opened a box she would say the same thing "A girl your age
should have her own panties (or whatever was in the box)"... I must have
heard that like at least a couple of dozen times that day. And every time
I opened a box I had to model all the things in it and then choose what
was my favourite and then she would have me keep that thing on. And like
they were all things that were right for a girl my age to be wearing so
from then on I didn't have to dress like my Mom anymore, which was really
nice.
So I was gradually getting dressed - but like very, very slowly since I
had to model everything as I went and then every once in a while go run
to make Mom another cup of tea. There were even a couple of pairs of
shoes and an id bracelet and necklace. The last boxes were a hair brush
and a pair of gold studs and a handbag with some makeup in it! I held up
the studs and just kinda looked at her and she said she was going to
pierce my ears for me - "a girl my age should have" pierced ears...
before I could even think about objecting she got an ice cube and needle
and bang it was done and the studs were in. At first I was really worried
about school but I realized my hair had gotten long enough that nobody
would really see, as long as I was careful. And when I opened the bag and
found the makeup she said "A girl your age should be wearing just a
little makeup - and it was lip liner, lipstick and mascara. Mom said a
girl my age shouldn't be wearing more than that but should always have he
r lips and lashes done. Then we had a little snack and she took me
upstairs and trimmed my hair a bit, showed me how to brush it and style
it with her curling iron and then showed me how to use the lip liner,
lipstick and mascara.
Mom really seemed to be enjoying it - she was grinning at me the whole
day long and I relaxed and got into it pretty quickly once I relaized
nothing bad was about to happen. Its hard to decribe how I felt...
thrilled and scared and excited all at the same time. I could hardly
keep my mind on making dinner and like it took forever to get to sleep
that night. From then on every night after dinner she'd show me how to do
things with my hair or makeup or like put together different outfits from
my new clothes. Anyway that's how I spent the rest of the Christmas
break.
On my birthday I got presents like I did at Christmas and spent Spring
break as Nanci but it was a lot more relaxed now because nothing bad had
happend at Christmas. I figured Mom might keep Nanci around the whole
summer break and I was kind of looking forward to spending so much time
without having to switch plus I had no summer clothes of my own yet so I
figured I'd be getting more clothes and stuff that way too! But I messed
up in school. I really hated school except for English. English was ok
because I sort of liked reading. But that meant I had to go to summer
school so that messed things up. I don't think I'd ever seen Mom so
furious as when she found out I'd have to go to school every day all
summer long.
Anyway time went by, holiday weekends were fun and I was looking forward
to another Christmas but Mom met a guy and that Christmas was really
different. I didn't like him and him being around meant Nanci couldn't be
around so I didn't like it when he was around. I tried telling Mom but
she was really submissive toward him and just didn't want to hear it, so
by then I was pretty unhappy. They got more and more serious and Nanci
was around less and less. After a year Mom told me she was thinking of
moving in with him but she knew him and me wouldn't exactly be like pals.
Anyway I was 18 and about to finish school when she like dropped the
bomb. Her and her boyfriend were going to move in together, without me,
and they were going to do it on the other side of the country! This was
all supposed to happen, and did, the summer after I graduated. So then I
was on my own.
The weirdest thing though was that for the whole year before that Nanci
had hardly been around at all but I had started growing boobies! Not big
but like real. I finally got the nerve to talk to a doctor a couple of
years later and she said that I had something called gynecomastia and it
was probably because I had smoked a lot of weed when I was 18 and 19
(which I did... I was unhappy and the weed made things like they were
happier). She said that probably made my male hormones weaker and allowed
my female hormones to do things they wouldn't have been able to do
otherwise. By the time she told me all this they were kinda big... I
could more than fill an A cup easily and my nipples were at least twice
as big as they had been and really, really, sensitive.
I was really confused... partly I really liked it and wanted them to get
bigger and partly I was really like embarrassed to let anybody see me.
As time passed I had some girlfriends but that didnt' work out so good.
If I told them about Nanci they just freaked and it was over. And I found
out I couldn't like "do it" unless the girl was on top. If I was on top
it just didn't happen. So even if I didn't tell them about Nanci they
weren't too happy anyway.
Anyway when I was about twenty three I decided I had to make a choice
because I just couldn't keep on being one way some times and the other
way other times. So I decided Nanci had to go and I threw all her stuff
out. That was ok for a while but eventually I got really really sad
without Nanci.
......
This was as far as I intended to take the story of how Nanci came to be.
Some readers have asked for things to be a little racier and/or to have
dialog. I didn't do that because there were just some things I wanted to
keep true to, for my own reasons. But perhaps sometime I'll write an
alternate version of the last two chapters. :)
As always polite criticism and feedback are welcome.
Mhairi
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