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Danny's Mom - Part 3 of 6
In which the changes to Danny's chest continue, he notices that his
voice has shifted higher, he has an embarrassing moment when playing
basketball with his buddies, becomes close friends with Emma and Eric,
is ogled by a waiter at a restaurant, begins wearing makeup, wears
pantyhose for the first time, and learns that Eric has a 'crush' on him.
July
My cooking ability was like zero. I could pour milk on cereal, or make a
cold cut or PB&J sandwich, but that was about it. The other week Mom
asked me if I'd like to learn how to cook a little. I guess I was bored
that day because I agreed. The surprising thing was that I really enjoy
it. I'll never be a world-renowned chef or anything, but it's fun to try
new recipes. Quite often after supper when all the dishes are cleared
away and washed, I'll just curl up on the couch with a couple of
cookbooks and plan the menu for the next day. I'm starting to do more of
the cooking now, and am enjoying my new-found talent.
Mom's been pretty busy at work lately. In addition to her regular hours,
she's been putting in some overtime and having to go in occasionally on
weekends. I've pretty much taken over doing all the housework to help
her out. I don't mind doing the work and it's nice to be able to look
over a neat and spotless house and take pride in what I've done. Well,
that's not 100% true. I do not enjoy doing the bathrooms - especially
the toilets - ugh! Now I can see why Mom was always on my case to be
careful and not splatter any when I took a pee. I've found that it's
just as easy to squat down on the toilet now when I have to pee instead
of standing up like I used to do. At least when I'm sitting down there's
less chance of missing the bowl and making a mess that I'll have to
clean up later on.
August
We had a really hot spell of weather the past week. The temperatures
were in the upper 90's and it was pretty humid. I really don't enjoy
weather like that. The minute I go outside to do any yard work I get all
sweaty and don't feel really comfortable until I've gotten back in the
air conditioned house, taken a shower and dried my hair, and slipped
into some nice clean clothes. It's funny. I was thinking back to about a
year ago when I enjoyed crawling around on the ground under the car,
fixing things and not worrying about how dirty and oily I was getting. I
just don't enjoy doing that kind of thing anymore. Other than the hot
and sweaty part, I don't want to take a chance on messing up my hair. It
looks so nice these days that I don't want to take a chance that I'll
get any grease or grass cuttings or dirt in it - or even worse, break a
fingernail.
A group of my friends were over yesterday and we were playing basketball
in my driveway - well, not really playing - just shooting hoops and
running around and stealing the ball from each other. It was pretty hot
that day but while I was getting dressed that morning, I'd put on a
baggy, sleeveless sweatshirt to hide my chest. I also found out that Mom
had found the old basketball clothes and shoes that I had hidden in the
garage and thrown them out. I guess that really didn't bother me as they
were pretty ragged and smelly and I'd kind of gotten to not liking them
that much recently. But the only shorts that left me to wear were, well,
kinda, like, "girlie." They were a lot shorter than my cutoffs, only
coming down to mid-thigh. And what was worse they were this, like,
stretch fabric and really tight. So when I pulled them on they really
showed off my legs and emphasized the weight that I'd gained in my butt
and upper thighs.
I really wasn't wild about wearing them but I also didn't want to wear a
pair of long jeans while I was playing basketball with my buddies in the
hot and humid weather. So I sorted through them and picked out a dark
cranberry colored pair as opposed to the white, yellow or pink ones - or
even worse, the pink ones that had white lace around the edges. I was
also wearing a new pair of sneakers that Mom had bought for me a couple
of weeks ago and which were just now getting worn in and comfortable. Of
course, since Mom had picked them out, they had to be white with pink
trim and pink laces on them - but at least they were comfortable - and
they didn't have these flashing LEDs in the heels! So anyway, you know
how guys "trash talk" to each other, so when I came out of the house
with my hair in a ponytail you could see my new earrings, and with my
sneakers and skimpy shorts on, the guys started calling me "Sweetie,"
and "Danielle" and crap like that. Well, all except Eric who just kind
of stood off to the side and looked at me with a puzzled look on his
face. Anyway, I got in the spirit of things by calling them "Asshole
Fucking Fags," so that broke the ice and we started playing basketball.
After the first fifteen minutes or so, I wasn't enjoying the game all
that much. I guess my timing was off that day as I was missing almost
all of my shots - even completely missed the backboard a couple of
times. And whenever I'd get the ball one of my friends would immediately
steal it from me. Finally, a really hard body check knocked me to the
ground and I went face down on the driveway. Oh shit, that hurt! Like my
head didn't hit the pavement but the upper part of my chest took the
full force of my fall and my nipples hit really hard. I just lay there
for a couple of seconds as the pain from my nipples washed over me and
then I whimpered a little and began crying from the pain. Eric ran over
and knelt down by me and asked "Danny, are you OK buddy?" and tried to
help me up. I shrugged him off and got to my feet with tears streaming
down my face and yelled "Fuck you assholes" and ran crying into the
house.
I got into the shower and rinsed off all the sweat and dirt, and I
washed my hair, and then after I dried myself off I put on a white silk
undershirt and the pair of pink shorts that had the white lace trim on
them - I did have to admit that I liked the way they looked on me, and
the way the tight, smooth fabric felt better than the dirty, rough
fabric of my cutoffs. My chest was all red and swollen and my nipples
still hurt - not as bad as at first - but still pretty bad. I was lying
on the sofa in the family room when Mom came back from the grocery
store. She noticed my red eyes and asked if I had been crying. I
admitted that I had and told her about the fall I had taken and how my
chest still hurt.
"Oh, you poor dear," she said. "I've got this Aloe Vera lotion that's
supposed to be a good painkiller. Let me get it for you."
A minute or so later she came back downstairs with the lotion and had me
take off my undershirt and lie on my back on the sofa. I was kind of
embarrassed about how swollen and red my nipples looked but Mom just
squirted some lotion on each one and then began to gently massage it in
with her hands. Wow, did that feel cooler and better right away - not
great, but at least a lot better. But as I began to relax and feel
better, something else began to happen - my nipples began to harden and
swell from the massage Mom was giving them. Mom didn't appear to notice
as she didn't say anything but just put more lotion on them and kept
massaging them. Soon they were all greasy and slippery from the lotion
and Mom was rolling them between her fingers and tweaking them a little.
That felt so good that I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensations as Mom
massaged my chest. Eventually I drifted off to sleep and took a short
nap.
When I awoke Mom was off in the kitchen working on cooking supper and I
got up and pulled my undershirt back on. What with all the lotion that
Mom had applied to my chest, my undershirt immediately stuck to my body
as if it had been painted on and my swollen nipples were clearly visible
through it. As I walked into the kitchen to get a soda from the
refrigerator I noticed that they were even bouncing up and down just a
little and for some reason that got me turned on. I leaned back a little
and kind of arched my chest outward to make my nipples stand out even
more and I realized that I had these two, soft cones sticking out about
two inches from my chest. As I was admiring the way they looked, I
realized that Mom was staring at me so I slouched forward a little to
make them less noticeable.
Well, I guess that's the end of playing basketball with the guys.
I don't think that change in vitamins is working the way it was supposed
to. If I was having an allergic reaction to the old prescription, I'm
having the same reaction to the new prescription - maybe even a little
worse. It seems like the swelling in my chest is getting a little
bigger, and my nipples are so tender now that I have to be careful what
kind of tops I wear. I put on a rough cotton blouse the other day and
the feeling of my nipples rubbing against the rough fabric was so
irritating that I had to take it off immediately. I haven't said
anything about this to Mom. I've been wearing looser and baggy tops, no
sheer fabrics, so that nothing shows thru so I don't believe that she's
aware of the further changes. It's not that I feel sick or anything so I
haven't felt any urgency about discussing it with her.
I figured that I'd just wait awhile and see if things went back to
normal. Actually, to tell the truth, there's one part about it that I
like. When I lie in bed in the morning and play with my swollen nipples,
the sensation is totally unlike anything else that I've ever
experienced. Even better than jerking off. Well, speaking of jerking
off, I haven't been doing a lot of that lately. It's just not as
pleasurable as it used to be. I can still get an erection but it takes a
lot of playing with myself before I can come, and the sensation doesn't
seem to be as intense as it used to be. It's like, why go to the
trouble, when playing with my nipples feels so good and is so much
easier. And I don't get those nasty stains on stuff from playing with my
nipples!
Eric stopped by the house this afternoon - accompanied by Emma. When I
opened the door and saw them standing there I wasn't sure whey they'd
come by so I just said, "Uh, hi." After a couple of seconds Emma
responded: "Eric told me about the fall you'd taken during the
basketball game and we were wondering about how you were feeling so we
thought we'd stop by and see if everything was OK."
"Well," I answered, "I'm still breathing," and since I didn't want to be
rude, I continued, "You guys want to come in and watch TV, or
something?" They did and it actually turned out to be a fun afternoon -
although Eric kept glancing at me with a funny look on his face. Emma
was pretty cool though, in fact I had even thought about asking her out
on a date before I began dating Vic. When Mom called me for supper and
they had to leave, we agreed that we'd get together again some time.
September
I hate these phone telemarketers! It seems that when I'm just getting
into some project around the house that the phone rings and I've got to
listen to some asshole try to sell me a new set of gutters. (That's
gutters for the house, not gutters for me personally. HA! HA!) And what
really pisses me off is when I answer the phone and they ask to speak to
"..... the man of the house....." or they call me "miss" or "madam."
Jesus, don't they know I'm a guy? I hate that. At supper tonight I was
telling Mom how that really annoyed me and she said that maybe it's
because my voice seems to be a little higher-pitched lately. Now I'd
never had one of those really low-pitched rough male voices, but as I
listened to myself talk to her I could see what she was talking about.
My voice does seem to be higher-pitched and maybe, like, "softer" now.
Eric and Emma and I went to the movies at the mall last night. We'd let
Emma pick out the movie and she picked one that was some teen romance
kind of movie - except that the girl dies at the end of the movie. I
heard Emma kind of snuffling at that point and I looked over at her and
saw these tears running down her face and then I started crying too.
Eric was rolling his eyes and looking over at us with this look on his
face that said, like: "You two are soooo immature."
Mom was kidding me that I ought to be a little careful about my weight.
I guess that with staying around the house most of the time, and
sampling my own cooking that I have put on a few pounds. I sure don't
feel any heavier but when I look in the mirror I can see that my face
looks a little rounder and smoother. Now that we're getting past the hot
summer season, I thought that I might like to take up jogging as an
exercise. I went over to the shopping center a week ago and after much
looking finally picked out a jogging suit. It's really pretty in a pale
blue color with pink trim, and looks nice on me. The first time I went
jogging the sensation in my chest surprised me.
As I was jogging I could feel the added weight bouncing around a little.
It's not that it was unpleasant or anything, but I hadn't expected to
feel that. The one problem I had was that my nipples were rubbing on the
inside of the jogging suit and getting somewhat irritated. I thought
that the soft cotton fabric of the suit wouldn't be a problem but I
guess my nipples are more sensitive than I had realized. I found that I
could solve the problem by putting a large band-aid over each nipple
before I went jogging, and then removing it when I came home. That seems
to work really well except that I have to be just a little careful when
I remove the band-aid as the skin on my chest is rather soft and
sensitive.
Actually, speaking of soft and sensitive, it seems that the skin all
over my body has taken on a softer texture. It's not bad or anything,
just that it looks different. I figure that it might be because I'm
wearing softer clothing these days instead of the rough shirts and jeans
that I used to wear. Or maybe it's because I'm not doing a lot of heavy
outside work and my skin isn't getting as irritated from the sun and
weather. In any event my skin has a soft white color with a hint of a
rosy blush on my cheeks. I don't think that it looks bad, in fact I like
it. Mom got me some creams and lotions that I can use after I shower and
I enjoy putting those on. The other thing that surprised me is that I
just realized that I haven't had to shave for over a month now. It's not
only that my beard has stopped growing, it's like I don't really have
any facial hair at all, just a little soft down on my cheeks. That
doesn't bother me either.
One thing that I never really enjoyed doing was shaving every morning.
Either I used the electric razor and irritated my skin and ended up with
a rash on my neck for several hours, or I used the safety razor and
risked nicking myself and getting spots of blood on my shirt. Thank
heavens I don't have to do that anymore. There is still some hair on my
arms, but even that is lighter and finer, almost a very pale blond, so
that it's not noticeable at all. My legs? Well they could probably use a
little work as the hair there is more noticeable. But with the weather
turning colder I'm wearing slacks rather than shorts these days so no
one can see it.
October
Mom called me from work in the middle of the afternoon yesterday to say
that she had been having a really bad day and needed to unwind so if I'd
be ready when she got home, that she'd take us out to supper. She said
that she was thinking about taking us to a new Sizzler Steakhouse that
had just opened up, so to be sure and dress nice. I hadn't been out of
the house in a while and that sounded nice to me so I finished cleaning
the house and then got ready.
I picked out a pair of tan slacks that I like, and a white silk blouse
to go with them. I figured what the heck, might as well go all the way
so I put on a bright red shade of fingernail polish, some sparking lip
gloss, and brushed my hair till it shone. When I was putting on the
blouse, I noticed that the gold necklace chain was hanging a little
differently. The weight of the small diamond used to pull the chain down
from my neck in a straight "V" shape. Now because of the changes in my
chest, the sides of the "V" are pushed in toward the center just a
little.
I had a new pair of white open-toed sandals that I had only worn once or
twice so I put those on - no jogging shoes for me tonight - plus they
showed the toe rings that Emma had helped me pick out several weeks ago.
Mom pulled into the driveway about 6pm and honked the horn and I came
running out and piled into the car and we took off. Since it was a
Thursday, the restaurant wasn't crowded and we were seated in a nice
booth in the corner right away. The restaurant has a western theme and
all the waiters were dressed like cowboys. Our waiter was named Craig
and I had to admit that he looked kind of cute in his tight jeans. So
anyway, he's standing there taking our orders, and Mom kinda kicked me
under the table lightly and I looked over at her and she flicked her
eyes up at Craig.
I looked up at Craig and he was staring down at my chest. I had left the
top two buttons on my blouse open and not only were the swellings on my
chest pushing the blouse out in two tiny mounds, but where my blouse was
unbuttoned, you could just see the tops of the swellings. Apparently
Craig really liked stuff like that. After he had taken our order, Mom
looked at me and said "..... that was so funny......" At first I wasn't
sure what to think of some guy staring at my body that way but then I
began to think that she was right. I don't know what prompted Mom to do
what she did next but she leaned across the table and undid the next
button on my blouse so that my chest was exposed right down to the tops
of my nipples.
When Craig came back with our salads I thought his eyes were going to
pop out of his head and I noticed that he seemed to have this big
swelling in his crotch. When he cleared our salad plates and returned
with the main course, he had to stand right over me so that he had the
best view down into my blouse. The whole thing was beginning to get me a
little turned on too. I could feel a little moisture down in my panties,
and my nipples responded by becoming erect, so now I had two big puffy
nipples straining at the thin fabric of my blouse. The whole thing was
going way too far too fast, so after we finished our dinners, we skipped
dessert, paid the check at the cashiers, and left right away. I did
manage to slip a $20 bill under my dinner place without Mom seeing me -
Craig had put on a real show for me, and vice-versa I guess. Mom and I
didn't talk much in the car going home and I went right up to my room
and went to bed. I had trouble going to sleep though, I kept thinking
about Craig and the way he had stared at my chest.
Mom came home from work the other day with a big bag of cosmetics. She
said that as long as I was going to use makeup (I guess that she
considers fingernail polish and lip gloss to be "makeup"?) that I had
better learn how to things right. So over the next couple of days, she
spent the evenings after supper showing me how to put on eye liner,
mascara, blusher, lipstick, and all those sorts of things. At first I
figured it was really dumb but by the end of the sessions, I was really
enthusiastic to see how a little work with the cosmetics could really
change my appearance. Well, sometimes the changes weren't for the
better. I was over at Emma's house a week or so ago, watching TV with
her and Eric.
At one point Eric looked over at me and asked, "Bad makeup day?" Well, I
did have a problem getting the eyeliner on that morning and Mark was
kidding me about looking like a raccoon. The TV shows were boring so
they took me into the bathroom and washed off all my makeup and then we
went into the Kitchen and sat at the table and they emptied all my
cosmetics out of my purse and helped me reapply my mascara and eyeliner
and blush and lip gloss. Man, did that look better when we were done.
Just to make sure that I remembered how to do it, they had me wash it
all off and then reapply it by myself. So after that, sometimes in the
afternoons when all the housework is done and I've got supper ready,
I'll take an hour or so in my room to experiment with the different
kinds of makeup to see what results I can achieve. This is kind of
exciting.
November
If this doesn't quit pretty soon, I'm going to have to talk to Mom. The
swelling of my chest isn't going away, in fact I've developed two rather
large and prominent white mounds. The best way of describing them is to
say that they look a lot like a girl's breasts - except that they
aren't, of course - after all I am a guy! My nipples are much larger
now, about two inches across, and have turned from a light pink to a
dark pink color. Between the "breasts" and my nipples, the front of my
blouse is forced out about three inches now. I'm surprised that Mom
hasn't noticed. I mean, it's pretty obvious when I walk around the
house. Even with wearing loose-fitting tops, you can tell that
something's happening in there.
Getting dressed now, I tuck my penis back underneath me between my legs.
It feels more natural that way, and I like the way that eliminates the
ugly bulge in the front of my panties. I've stopped wearing blouses now
and shifted over to thick baggy sweaters and sweatshirts to hide my
growing chest. Mom asked me about my change in clothing and I just said
that the house was a little chilly in the wintertime and that I liked
the added warmth - I think she bought it as she didn't ask any more
questions.
One thing about Emma, she's a pretty good poker player. Eric and Emma
and I were playing a game called DC-10 (Don't ask - I didn't really
understand it) over at her house, and she beat the pants off of us -
literally. After an hour of playing, Emma had won pretty much all of the
money that Eric and I had brought to the game. As we were getting ready
to leave she looked at us and asked if we want to play one more hand -
double or nothing. Eric and I looked at each other and he said: "But we
don't have anything to bet."
"That's OK," Emma said, "if you win you get all your money back twofold,
and if I win you have to wear an item of girl's clothing for a week."
"Girl's clothing?" I asked. "No way am I going to wear girl's clothing."
"Well, it's your money," she said, "and no one could tell that you're
wearing it."
"So, oh, what is it that we have to wear?" I asked and she responded,
"You have to play to find out."
Eric and I looked at each other, and kind of shrugged our shoulders -
like, why not? So we played the hand, and as you might have guessed - we
lost! So Emma goes upstairs and comes down and hands small packages to
both Eric and me. We looked at them and, oh fuck - they were Hanes
Absolutely Ultra Sheen control top pantyhose. Eric and I are looking at
each other with this look of horror on our faces, and Emma's over in the
corner giggling and with a big smile on her face.
"No way," Eric started to say but Emma cut him off with, "A bet's a bet
- now put 'em on."
Eric and I rolled our eyes at each other but we both stripped off our
shoes, socks and pants. That was when I got my second surprise of the
night - Eric was wearing white cotton panties with pink roses and trim
on them. "Well, they're comfortable," he said when he saw me staring at
him. "And you're not exactly wearing boy's underwear yourself," as he
looked at my silky tan panties. I was going to tell him that I was only
wearing them because my Mom made me, but that was a discussion I didn't
want to have in front of Emma.
So anyway, after some trial and error, Eric and I learned how to put the
pantyhose on by rolling the legs up and then sliding the garment up over
our legs as we unrolled it. Emma was right - once we put our pants,
socks and shoes back on no one other than the three of us could tell we
were wearing pantyhose. "Remember, one week," Emma called out to us as
we were leaving her house.
As I was walking home I could feel how the pantyhose clung tightly to my
legs and how my pants slid smoothly over the smooth surface of the
pantyhose as I walked along. As I was undressing in my room, I saw how
the light colored pantyhose made my legs look so smooth and shiny and I
could feel my crotch getting a little damp. The one bad thing about
them? Well, they kind of emphasized the hair on my legs so the next
morning, when I was taking a shower I shaved my legs.
As the end of the week period drew near, I had gotten used to wearing
the pantyhose - well, maybe too used to them. As I walked into the
kitchen one morning Mom did a double take and I realized that I was
still wearing my pantyhose from the day before.
"Why Danny, I think they look very nice on you. Why did you choose that
particular style? And your legs look so beautiful and smooth. Did you
shave them?" I tried to explain to her that I had just lost a bet with
Emma and could stop wearing them in another day but she wouldn't hear of
it - so now I'm forced to wear pantyhose all the time - and have to
shave my legs a couple of times a week - it's not too bad in the winter
when I'm wearing long pants - but I'm not looking forward to wearing
shorts in the summer where the other guys can see what I'm wearing.
I was talking on the phone with Emma several weeks after that, and we
got to talking about clothing styles. And somehow the subject of Eric's
wearing girls panties came up. I asked Emma if Eric's mother made him
wear them too and she just giggled and said, "Silly, didn't you know
that Eric's gay? Plus, I think he likes you."
Oh no, Eric's gay and he likes me? Man I can't handle this! A guy likes
me? No way!
(End of Part 3 - to be continued)
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