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Danny's Mom - Part 2 of 6
In which Danny notices some changes in his chest, begins taking better
care of his fingernails, finds that boy's clothing styles don't fit him
as well, has an embarrassing incident in the Men's Room at the movie
theater, and breaks up with Vic.
December
My hair is getting really long now. I've given up asking Mom to let me
get it cut because I know what the answer will be. It now hangs a good 4
inches below my shoulders. It takes me a little longer to care for it in
the morning and evening, but it's not like I had a lot else to do with
my time. And just sitting on my bed and combing it in the morning an
evening feels so relaxing. I like the way it feels when it brushes my
shoulders as it sways when I walk. Mom got something from the drugstore
several weeks ago that she called a "lightener." My hair was always a
fairly dark shade of blonde - kind of a "dirty blonde" color, but after
using the lightener it's much lighter now. Mom was commenting upon how
pretty my hair looks now and I had to agree with her.
I'm still taking the vitamins twice a day but if they were supposed to
give me that "burst of extra energy," they're a failure. It's not that I
don't feel good or anything, just that I don't have as much ambition to
go out and hang around with the guys and play sports and stuff the way I
used to. Quite often on weekends when I don't have anything else to do,
I'll sleep in till noon and then just come downstairs wearing the silk
bikini briefs and undershirt that I sleep in now. Then I can just sit at
the breakfast table with Mom for hours, just drinking coffee and talking
about things.
I guess that I should have paid more attention to the redecorating that
Mom was working on. The guys that she had doing the painting just
finished with my room today and I don't like the look at all. Like I had
outgrown the cowboy wallpaper years ago, but the color scheme that she
picked is a white and a light pink. And of course, all the curtains and
the spread on my bed all match. My friends don't stop by the house too
often now, but I'd never live it down if they could see the way my
bedroom looks now. I guess the only good part about it is that Mom got
silk sheets and pillowcases for my bed. I really like the way that they
feel - so soft and smooth against my skin. I guess that the only
drawback is that I have to be careful not to "stain" the sheets. Like
with the beatup old cotton sheets I had, I could lie in bed at night and
play with myself and sometimes one thing would lead to another, and
pretty soon there would be another stain on the old sheets. I guess that
I can live with this though, with my reduced level of activity has come
a reduced desire to frequently masturbate. Well, I still do, but these
days I get turned on just by the feel of my hair brushing my shoulders,
or my silk underwear against my body, or the smoothness of the silk
sheets on my bed.
January
One thing that I should probably do is be a little more careful of my
diet. With less exercise, I guess that I'm burning less calories now and
I must have put on a few pounds. I'm not sure how much I've gained as I
always had a naturally slim figure and I now had to worry about gaining
weight. But I must have gained some as my jeans are getting really tight
on me. There are a couple of pairs that I can't wear at all unless I
leave the waist unbuttoned. I mentioned this to Mom and she said that
she'd get me a couple of new pairs the next time she went shopping. She
did that a couple of days later and it's a lot more comfortable being
able to get my jeans on without really scrunching my tummy. I was
comparing an old pair to a new pair and it looked as though the waist
and the inseam were the same, but the new ones sure fit better. I asked
Mom and she said that she'd just gotten some that were a fuller cut in
the bottom. Whatever she did, it worked. Along with the jeans, she got
me a couple of new shirts. Well actually, they looked kinda fancy for
guy's shirts and she told me that they were really blouses - "on sale"
again. I didn't care because they were silk and the white one especially
looked so pretty that I couldn't wait to try it on.
Vic's been kinda, well, stand-offish lately. Like, she'll talk with me
at school but the last couple of times that I've talked to her about
going out on a date, she's always had some reason why she couldn't make
it that night.
Mom managed to get me to go shopping with her today. I had to admit that
it wasn't as bad as I figured it would be. There was one embarrassing
part but I'll get to that in a minute. It was kinda fun just wandering
thru the stores, checking out the new styles, and noting how the
different fabrics and colors looked. I even tried on a couple of pairs
of slacks and a new blouse. Mom bought me a new pair of earrings, even
though it must have taken the two of us almost a half hour to choose
just the right pair. The embarrassing part came in the middle of the
afternoon. We had lunch at the food court and I had a large diet coke
(gotta watch the weight).
A couple of hours later I began to get this feeling that I was going to
have to take a leak. I told Mom that I had to make a "pit stop" and
headed off to the Men's Room. The problem was that when I got there it
was closed. Some boys had plugged up one of the toilets till it
overflowed and made a real mess and they weren't going to have it
cleaned up for another hour or so. I went back and told Mom that we had
to leave RIGHT AWAY because I really had to go bad and the Men's Room
was closed. She just looked at me and said, "Don't worry Danny, just use
the Lady's Room."
I said, "WHAT??"
And she said that by the time we got out to the car and we got home that
it would be almost an hour, and besides with my long hair and the pretty
blouse and jeans that I had put on that morning, that probably nobody
would notice. "Just don't talk to anybody," she said.
I thought about it and the idea of peeing in my pants really didn't
appeal to me so I figured that about the worst that could happen would
be that if someone caught me that I could say that I just wandered into
the wrong room by mistake. So I went into the Lady's Room and it was no
big deal - there was no one else in there. I just went into one of the
stalls, closed the door, dropped my jeans and panties and squatted down
and took a huge pee. Then I readjusted my clothing and got out of there
FAST! Walking back thru the mall, I checked out my reflection in several
store windows and saw that with my slim build, long hair and pretty
clothing, that I could possibly be mistaken for a girl if no one looked
too close - YUCK!
February
Vic and I had a long phone conversation this afternoon after school.
Somehow we got off on the subject of my clothes and hair style. Vic
asked me why I chose those particular styles and I told her that I
hadn't - that Mom picked out a lot of my clothes for me - and I told her
how Mom had helped me with the shampoo and conditioner and lightener for
my hair.
"And that's OK with you?" she asked.
"Well, I'm not sure that I would have picked out the exact same things
that she picked out - but when something is on sale, it seems to make
sense to buy it. And even though I wasn't sure about them at first, I've
decided that I really do like the silk sheets on my bed and my silk
panties," I answered.
She was silent for a minute or so and then she asked, "You're wearing
panties and sleeping on silk sheets?"
"Uh, well, ummm, yeah, I guess," I answered her, "but, like there's
nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Well," she said, "not if you don't mind dressing so that you look like
a girl."
"A GIRL?" I blurted out. "Aw, come on, I don't look like a girl. Like
I'm a guy, and guys don't dress so that they look like girls. And yeah,
maybe I do take good care of my hair. And maybe my clothes are nice
looking. But that doesn't mean that I want to look like a girl."
She was silent for a minute before she said, "Oh, that's my Mom calling
me for supper. Gotta go now." And she hung up. Man, what a strange
conversation.
I thought that I noticed a fragrance when I came home and went up to my
bedroom yesterday. I opened my dresser drawer to try on some different
clothes and the odor was stronger. Not a bad smell but kind of a light
citrus aroma with a little spice thrown in. I asked Mom what had
happened and she said that she had added a "sachet" to my clothes
drawers and closets to make things smell nice and fresh. Well, that's
OK, but now whenever I go out I smell like I'm wearing perfume. Like
this afternoon, I was getting some groceries and the girl behind me in
the checkout line tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I hope you don't
mind me asking but what's that fragrance that you're wearing? I really
like it." I just kind of smiled and said that it was a recent present
from my mother and that I had forgotten the name, but thanks for the
compliment.
Well, I'm not sure what's going on with Vic. I'd called her up a couple
of days ago and asked her to go out to a movie with me. She didn't give
me an answer but told me that she'd get back to me shortly. And then a
couple of hours later I get this long instant message from her that
basically said that the perfume that I was wearing to school was the
last straw and until I made up my mind about some things that she
thought that it was better if we didn't date any more - and just stayed
friends.
"Made up my mind about some things?" I'm not sure what she was talking
about. Like, I'm no different that I always have been - well, maybe my
clothes are a little nicer, or something, but that's no big deal.
Anyway, I figured that she was just being pissy because she had her
period or something and I'd just let things slide for a week or two till
she got back to normal and then we could start dating again.
I was in the drug store in a strip mall near out house today, buying
several fashion magazines and I noticed that the store was having a
clearance on candles, so I bought almost a dozen, and a variety of
holders to go with them. It took me almost an hour to make sure that I
had the right combination of colors, and sizes and scents. I took them
back to my bedroom and cleared off a spot on the dresser and got them
arranged and lit them all and turned off the lights in my room. It
looked really neat with my room lit only by the flickering warm glow
from the candles. I just lay there on my bed and read the fashion
magazines for several hours by the candlelight. Mom stuck her head in
once and told me not to burn the place down. Sure Mom.
Mom came back from shopping the other day and told me that she had
gotten something for me. I asked her what it was and she handed me a bag
that contained several different bottles of nail polish - in all
different colors. After supper she showed me how to prepare my nails and
apply the polish properly. It did look kinda funny to see my hands with
the fingernails painted bright red. I liked the look. But I didn't want
anybody to see me that way so after we were done I cleaned everything
off with nail polish remover. In my room that night, I cleaned and
painted my toenails - bright red again. Since nobody can see my toenails
with my socks and shoes on, I decided to leave them painted.
March
I usually jerk off in the shower in the morning. Like, I don't get my
bedding or clothing messy and it's easy to wash off the cum. And I like
the feel of the warm water on my body too. Anyway, I hadn't done "it"
for a couple of weeks and when I went to do it this morning, it took a
long time. It didn't help that Mom kept yelling at me to finish up
because I was going to use up all the hot water. When I finally
finished, I realized that I had been fantasizing about one of the male
models I had seen in my fashion magazines. That's funny, I'd never done
that before.
I just realized that I haven't thought about Vic for almost a month now.
I guess we really have split up. Oh well, her loss!
I didn't realize what a hassle long fingernails were. I haven't cut my
fingernails for about 6 months now and they're getting pretty long -
like they stick out about a half inch beyond the ends of my fingers. Mom
has been making me take good care of them so they're not chipped or
broken or anything. I used to be able to just punch in the numbers on
the telephone by hitting the buttons with the tips of my fingers, but no
more. I find it's easier to push the buttons with a pencil now. And it's
definitely slowed my typing speed. Even with the hassles, I don't want
to trim them back because I really do like the way they look now. I've
accumulated a pretty good collection of different colors of nail polish
and it's fun to try out the different colors. I usually end up using a
pale shade of pink as I like that the best.
My jeans were getting pretty tight again so Mom offered to get me a
couple of pairs. She measured me and went off to the mall while I
cleaned up the kitchen dishes and started the laundry. When she came
home I tried on the pairs that she had gotten me and they fit really
well. Buying clothes is one thing that I've never been really good at
and I'll have to have Mom give me some pointers sometime. It's like she
has this instinct - never gets the wrong size. I was looking at the tags
on the jeans though and it didn't look like they were boy's jeans. I
asked Mom and she said that for some reason she couldn't get the right
combination of measurements in the Boy's Department and had to go to the
Girl's Department.
I asked her what the problem was and she said that it took her awhile to
locate a style that was narrow in the waist but fuller in the hips.
She'd done a good job though, as I really liked the way that they felt
and looked on me. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, I saw what
she had been talking about. My waist is still narrow, but my hips seem
to be broader than I remembered them, and when I turned around it looked
like I had put on some weight in my butt - it seemed to be a little
bigger and more rounded. Mom saw me looking at myself and laughed and
said that it was probably from sitting around and snacking while I
watched too many soap operas and that maybe she should get an exercise
tape for us at the video store. I said no thanks!
I was thinking about what happened with the new jeans last week and so
when I was getting dressed this morning I carefully examined my body. It
does look a little different. I was never really muscular or anything,
and I'm not sure how to describe it now but my body seems to be, for
want of a better word, "softer" now. I'd guess that I've put on about
ten pounds in the last six months but it's not like I've gotten chubby
or anything. A lot of the added weight seems to have gone to my hips,
and butt and upper thighs.
I'm definitely more rounded and softer in that area now. I tried lightly
bouncing up and down a little and could see the cheeks of my butt
jiggle. And where my stomach was flat between my navel and my crotch,
now there's kind of a soft swelling there. It's funny that I'd never
noticed the changes before - guess they happened very gradually. Maybe I
should take Mom up on that offer of an exercise videotape. On the other
hand, I feel OK, and while I may have gained just a teenie little bit of
weight I don't feel any different - it doesn't bother me or anything so
probably it's no big deal. Well, and the other thing is that the places
that I've gained weight do let me fill out my clothes in an attractive
way.
April
There wasn't much going on so I figured that I'd spend the day shopping
at the mall. Well, there was a little problem - I couldn't find my
wallet - and what was lying on top of the dresser in my room where I
usually left my wallet was - A PURSE! When I opened it up, I found that
Mom had at least put all my cards and money and keys into one of the
inside compartments. And there wasn't much I could do about it right
then so I headed off to the mall with my large tan purse hanging from a
strap over my shoulder. At the mall I looked around and found a pair of
large hoop earrings that I liked so I bought those.
I put the new earrings on in the store and really liked the way the
added weight tugs a little on my earlobes and the way I could feel the
earrings swinging back and forth a little as I walked. I brushed my hair
back a little so that my new earrings weren't hidden beneath it. I also
found a pretty necklace that I liked so I bought that. It's a small
diamond on a tiny golden chain. If I leave the top two buttons on my
blouse unbuttoned you can see it against my chest. And I needed some new
panties so I got those. I had the same problem that Mom had with my
jeans - I had to buy girl's panties instead of boy's bikini briefs to
get some that were narrow enough in the waist and full enough in the
rear to accommodate me. Once I found the right size, I figured that I'd
better get enough to last so I ended up getting two dozen. Plain white
seemed a little boring so I got a variety of colors. I think that I like
the yellow ones the best. Although, the pink ones with the white lace
around the edges are also very pretty. As I was heading home, I realized
how convenient it had been to just put my small purchases into my purse
instead of having to carry around a bunch of shopping bags.
Mom and I went to see a movie last night and it was one of these super-
long films, over three hours. About halfway thru the movie effects of
the large Pepsi I had bought when we came in kicked in, and I excused
myself to go take a leak. I went into the Men's Room and was walking
toward the urinals when this guy who was standing at one of them turned
around and looked at me. Then he did a double take and said "Pardon me
Miss, but aren't you in the wrong room?" I stopped in my tracks and
didn't know what to do so I just gasped and put my hands up to my face
and kind of squealed, "OH MY GOD, I'M IN THE WRONG ROOM!" and turned
around and ran out.
After I got back in the theatre lobby, I had to pee worse than ever so I
just acted like everything was normal and went into the Lady's Room,
located an empty stall, went in, squatted down, and let go. Then I got
up washed my hands and walked back to the lobby - blushing and with my
heart pounding like mad. When I went back into the movie and told Mom
what had happened she giggled, then that got me giggling, finally we
were making so much noise that we had to get up and leave the movie. We
must have looked funny as we went out into the mall, kind of leaning on
each other and laughing and giggling out loud.
May
I'm not sure how to explain this but something funny is going on with my
chest. I was lying in bed this morning, trying to think of an excuse why
I shouldn't get up. You know how when you feel that you really should
get up but it feels so good to just lie under the covers and relax.
Anyway, I moved my right hand up to scratch my chest and I noticed that
the left side of my chest felt a little different. Then I checked and
the right side felt the same way. Like, both sides of my chest feel a
little softer and fuller now, and when I stroked them there was this
funny sensation that felt kinda good.
I got out of bed and took off my silk undershirt and stood in front of
the mirror and examined myself. It did look like both sides of my chest
were a little fuller now. And I wasn't sure but it looked like my
nipples might be just a little larger and maybe a lighter color. Like, I
remembered them as just being these little flat brown "boy's nipples"
but now they looked a little, well, "puffier" and almost more pink than
brown. I don't know whether this is just a little weight-gain thing, or
whether there's something wrong, but I was kind of embarrassed to
mention it to Mom so I figured that I'd just keep watch for a week or so
and see whether there were any more changes.
My hair is getting REALLY long now. It's almost down almost halfway to
my waist. I finally got Mom to agree that I could get it cut shorter. At
least I thought that I had. But it turned out that what she really
wanted to do was to take me to a beauty parlor to have them clean and
condition it, tint it a little lighter, and just trim off an inch or so
at the bottom that was a little ragged and frizzy. I was like, no way am
I going to set foot in a beauty parlor. A barbershop - yes, but a beauty
parlor - no. Well Mom pointed out how they advertise in the phone book
as a "unisex salon" so that made me feel a little better and I agreed to
go with her.
Once we got there I didn't see any guys, though. And there were a lot of
feminine decorations, and everything was perfumed. But by then I was
there, and they did have some nice fashion magazines for me to read
while they worked on my hair, so I stayed. It took them almost all
morning to get everything done. And the operator kept saying things like
"Oh, your hair is so beautiful. I know girls that would do anything to
have hair like this." Sure lady, but I'm not a girl, and I really would
like to have my hair a lot shorter. No changing Mom's mind, though.
After they were done with me, I had to admit that it did look pretty
spectacular. Like, it's a very light shade of blonde, really thick and
glossy and straight - hanging almost to my waist and swaying back and
forth as I walk. As we were walking out of the mall, I could see an
occasional person, usually a guy, turn and look at me. That felt kinda
strange, but also kinda good in a weird sort of way to have guys look at
me like that.
June
Mom told me that my hair looks so much nicer now that I really should
have some better clothes to wear than the standard jeans and a shirt or
blouse that I usually wear. So we did our usual shopping expedition to
the mall. She took me in a number of shops, mostly ladies clothing
shops, and I ended up getting some more blouses, a couple of nice
sweaters, and several pairs of slacks. I had to admit that they looked a
lot nicer than the jeans that I had been wearing. When I was trying on
the clothes, I made sure to keep my back turned so that nobody could see
my chest. I don't think it's getting any smaller. On the way back to the
car, Mom made one last stop at a dress shop. I thought she was looking
for something for herself but when she headed for the Junior's Section,
my worst fears were confirmed. I grabbed her arm and politely told her
that under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should she even consider trying to get me to
wear a dress. Case closed. Well, she was in that kind of mood where she
just had to buy one more thing before heading home. So we compromised
and she bought me a white silk nightie.
Just before we left the mall, I heard someone say: "Hey Danny. What's
with the 'fag bag'?" I looked around and saw that it was one of my
friends. "Aw, come on Dave, it's not a 'fag bag' it's a purse. And it's
really handy for carrying things," I said. Then I showed him how it had
room for my wallet, keys, pack of Kleenex, bottle of Tylenol, small
flashlight, some breath mints, a fingernail file and some other useful
items.
"Hey," he asked, "what's that in the bottom? A tube of lip gloss?"
"Uh, no," I lied, "It's just a tube of ChapStick." I wasn't sure that I
wanted to have him telling all the other guys that Mom had me using lip
gloss now.
We were sitting at the breakfast table yesterday morning, drinking
coffee and watching one of the morning talk shows when I noticed Mom
staring at my chest. I looked down and my nipples were very obvious thru
the top of my nightie. I don't know whether it was because the kitchen
was kinda cold that morning, or whether my chest had gotten a little
bigger, but there were these two lumps pushing the nightie out a good
inch or so. I quickly excused myself and ran up to my room. I walked
over to the mirror and removed the top of the nightie and examined my
chest. Yes, the swellings and the nipples were larger. Together they
stuck out about an inch now. Where my nipples had been small and kind of
a light brown some time ago, they were now a light pink and about an
inch in diameter.
I gently stroked one and it responded by hardening and projecting out
about another quarter of an inch. As I was stroking it there was this
funny sensation running through my body - kinda weird - but kinda good
at the same time - almost a little like when I was playing with my dick
when I masturbated - strange. This was all kind of different and I
wasn't sure how to deal with it so I figured that I'd ignore it for
awhile. I took my morning shower, fixed my hair, got dressed and came
down for lunch. I'd been careful to put on one of the baggy sweaters so
that my chest wasn't noticeable. When I walked into the kitchen, my Mom
wasn't there and there was a note on the table that said that she had
some errands to run. So I fixed myself a PB&J sandwich and just sat
there and watched TV for awhile. About halfway thru the sandwich, I
realized that I'd unconsciously reached up under my sweater with my left
hand and was playing with my nipples, enjoying the sensations when I
rolled a nipple between my fingers, or when I gently scratched it with
my fingernails. I knew that it felt good, but, like, guys don't do stuff
like that - so I stopped.
Mom returned home in the middle of the afternoon and she said that among
her other stops, she'd stopped by her doctor's office and chatted with
him about what she had noticed was happening to my chest. I guess he
told her that it might be some sort of allergic reaction to the vitamins
she had been giving me so he had given her a new prescription. So
instead of taking two small white pills twice a day, I'm now taking one
large brown pill twice a day. Mom's sure a nut on health foods and
vitamins and stuff.
(End of Part 2 - to be continued)
Dani
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