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Danny's Mom - Part 6 of 6 In which Danni has an unpleasant experience at the bar, reunites with Eric and Emma, wins a wet T-shirt contest, begins allowing his Mom to dress him every morning, fights off an attacker at the bar, moves in with Eric and Emma, falls in love with Eric and begins sleeping with him, and realizes that she has to make some choices about her future. Mom and I went to the Sports Bar for a couple of drinks after supper. I was afraid that she'd make me wear my garter belt but she just picked out a T-shirt (no bra), pantyhose, miniskirt and four inch stiletto heels. I was, like: "Mom, this T-shirt is tight enough that it really doesn't hide anything," but she just waved me away. When we got to the bar we found a booth and had a couple of beers. Then one of the regulars walked over to our booth and asked me if I'd like to shoot a game of pool with him. Well, "Marco" I think his name was, looks like he's in his early thirties and he's decent looking but I explained that I'd never played pool before. "No time like the present," he said, and escorted me over to the pool table. The game started out OK with Marco showing me how to hold the pool cue, and explaining the rules of the game to me. But after ten or fifteen minutes he's standing next to me and with one hand on my shoulder and with his other hand on the arm I was holding the pool cue with. And then a little after that his hand slid down from my shoulder to my waist. And then a minute or so later his hand slid from my waist down to my buttocks and he began rubbing my cheek through my miniskirt. I heard a little chucking from some of the guys in the bar as they realized that Marco was fondling my ass. I guess I could have put up with that but then he moved around behind me, put his hands on either side of my waist, pulled himself up against me and began grinding his crotch against my ass. If that weren't bad enough, he then started grinding himself up and down on my ass as if he were ass-fucking me. The chuckles in the bar had now turned to laughter and when I turned around and looked at Mom with a look that said, "Mom, get me out of this. Help me please!" I saw that Mom herself was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. Finally I just took my pool cue and slammed it down as hard as I could on Marco's right foot. As he yelled out in pain and released me, I ran, sobbing, out of the bar and headed home. I just crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep. As I was sitting in the kitchen the next morning, drinking a beer and having my first cigarette of the day, Mom came in and immediately got on my case about how: "..... Marco was just being friendly..... and you had no right to hurt him like that." I'm just sitting there and taking the verbal abuse and thinking: "Yeah Mom, and if I hadn't had on a pair of pantyhose, he probably would have had his cock up my ass in another minute or so." Out of the blue - with no warning - I got a call from Eric yesterday. I was like I was so happy to hear from him again that I was almost crying, but I also felt bad that I hadn't been the one to make the call and I was really embarrassed. I guess that maybe neither of us was sure how to reopen a dialogue as we were both stammering and hemming and hawing. Finally, Eric said that he had really missed me, and he hoped that it wasn't something that he had done that had made me mad at him, and he was wondering whether the Three Musketeers could get together this coming Saturday and just hang out together - kind of like old times. By that time I really was crying and having trouble talking but I finally calmed down a little and we talked and I told him that I'd like to come over to his place that Saturday but that I already had plans that I couldn't break. (I didn't tell him that there was a pool shooting contest at the bar that Saturday and one of the teams had asked me to play on their team "for luck.") But we did agree to get together the following weekend and that was when Eric surprised me by telling me that he had moved out of his folk's house and had an apartment of his own now - and only a couple of blocks from the Sports Bar on the opposite side from my house. I was even more surprised when he also told me that Emma had moved out of her folk's apartment and was now - and get this - sharing the apartment with Eric! I'm not sure how much Mom knew about the pool shooting contest but she had laid out white pantyhose, really skimpy tan shorts and a very tight T-shirt for me to wear that day. When I got to the bar I found out that the pool contest was to be preceded by - get this - a wet T-shirt contest, and since I was entered in the pool contest, I was also entered in the wet T-shirt contest. It wouldn't have been so bad except that they used beer and not water to wet us down. Well actually, "us" was me and seven girls and even though I was really embarrassed to be standing there in a line with them as a half pitcher of beer was poured over my T-shirt, I really did have to admit that I had a better "chest" than any of the others. Guess the judges, a couple of drunks over in the corner, did too as I won the contest. After that it was on to the pool shooting contest. Oh, I forgot to mention that my prize for winning the wet T-shirt contest was free drinks all night. Anyway, about a little way into the pool contest I was getting pretty sloshed and every time I finished one drink another magically showed up in my hand. I'm not sure how long it was after that when I began thinking that this beer-soaked T-shirt was really uncomfortable - so I took it off. Guess my boobs were really enticing as they hung down and swung back and forth as I took my pool shots, because I remember being surrounded by a crowd of guys. And a couple of drinks later I didn't protest when one guy began rubbing my ass. "My beautiful ass - use it but don't abuse it," I told him in slurred speech. Everything is kind of a blur after that. I seem to remember some guys walking me home, stopping every block or so to let me throw up. The next afternoon I woke up with the worst fucking headache I had ever had. "God, I can't believe what I did," I thought, "No more contests for me!" September Had a big argument with Mom this morning. For the last two days she's been putting out the red bras and the red crotch less panties for me to put on - and for the last two days I've been putting them back in my dresser and picking out something else to wear. Well, the first day I could tell she was mad but she didn't say anything. But this morning she blew up and started yelling at me: "I won't tolerate this anymore! I have told you that I will choose your clothing and I will not have you disobey me! Now get upstairs right now and put on what I had picked out for you." I tried to break in to the tirade to explain that most of her choices were fine but those panties and that bra would just be too embarrassing for me to wear. But that just made her madder and she grabbed my hand and pulled me, sobbing, up the stairs and shoved me into my bedroom and pushed me down on my bed. She tore off all the clothes that I had put on that morning - literally shredding them in the process. Then she grabbed the red panties and bra and roughly put them on me - scratching me in the process and causing me to cry even more loudly. Then she ordered me to put on my six inch stiletto heels and come down for breakfast. "Just the panties, bra and heels?" I asked. "That's all for today," she said as she stormed out of my room and down the stairs. I kept out of her way as much as possible for the rest of the day and by dinnertime she had calmed down and was treating me nicely again. "See how nice you look in your new lingerie," she said after dinner. Well, if you like to have your nipples and crotch exposed for everyone to see then I guess I look "nice." But Mom had one more surprise in store for me as she continued: "But since it's evident that I can't rely upon you to properly dress yourself with the clothes that I've laid out for you, from now on I'll be dressing you in the morning." She laid down the rule that after I've gone to bed in the evening, I can only leave my bedroom if I have to pee. Otherwise I must remain in my bedroom until she comes up in the morning and dresses me. Several days later, on the agreed-upon Saturday, I went over to Eric and Emma's apartment. I had told Mom the night before that I was going over to the Sports Bar so the clothes she dressed me in on Saturday weren't too extreme - a low cut blouse, no bra, short skirt, garter belt and black mesh stockings, and four inch stiletto heels. Even though she'd been dressing me for over a week now, it still felt strange to stand naked in front of her in my bedroom and feel her hands upon my body as she put each item of clothing on me and then adjusted it so that it fit. I was pretty nervous on the walk over to the apartment so I walked slowly and chain-smoked cigarettes to calm down. I knocked on the door and after five seconds or so it was thrown open by Eric. He had this huge grin on his face and he threw his arms around me and hugged and kissed me before drawing me into the apartment. Emma was a little more reserved with her hugs and kisses but she was also clearly glad to see me. They both enjoyed showing me around their apartment - two bedrooms, bath with shower, and a combined kitchen/living area. It wasn't super fancy or anything but they were clearly happy with it and I was glad for them. After I'd been given the tour we just sat down and talked for hours. I noticed right away that Eric seemed a little, well, "different" since the last time I had seen him in April. I couldn't put my finger on it but he almost seemed a little more feminine - now he wasn't wearing dresses or anything but his hair had been styled very nicely and it looked like he might have been wearing a little eye shadow or something - but his manner of speech and gestures just seemed a little "girlie." Now it wasn't obnoxious or anything, and sitting there in the apartment with him all my feelings for him began flooding back. In fact, if Emma hadn't been there I would probably have gone over to sit by Eric and maybe snuggled up a little to be close to him. Emma kept bring the conversation back to me and what I had been doing. She kept asking questions about my clothing, and my bright red hair and the perfume I was wearing and how I had chosen those particular styles. I just kept telling her that Mom and chosen them. And she kept asking me if that was OK with me. I kept telling her that Mom choosing things for me was OK with me, not like I had any choice in the matter, but then I slipped and said, "But I sure wish that she'd let me dress myself....." "She's dressing you now?" Emma blurted out. I just sat there and blushed. We talked about what we had been doing recently. I found out that Emma has a waitressing job at a local steakhouse - not the one where I had my "accident." Eric is studying Cosmetology at a nearby community college. "So, what do you do for fun, Danni?" Eric asked me. I told him how I had taken up cooking, and was doing all the housework because Mom was so busy at work. And I mentioned that the Sports Bar was a fun place to hang out. "Kinda rough at times, I've heard," Emma broke in. I said that the only time I'd had any trouble there was with Marco and of course she wanted to know all about that. "And that's where you took up smoking again?" Eric asked - I realized then that I had been chain-smoking the whole time I had been in their apartment. "Sorry about that," I said as I stuffed my cigarettes back into my purse. So anyway, we had a lot of fun getting reacquainted with each other. The Three Musketeers were back together again! As I was leaving Emma and I hugged and kissed. Eric and I also hugged and kissed but the kisses were a little more passionate. October Guess I should have figured out that something was up when Mom didn't come up to my bedroom to dress me till early afternoon - and the clothes that she had picked out were kind of, well, like "provocative." She had me wearing my red crotchless panties, the red bra that exposes my nipples, a tight white blouse, tight miniskirt and six inch stiletto heels. I asked her what the special occasion was and she told me that the bar had a country band playing there that night. So after an early dinner, we headed out to the Sports Bar. Just before we went out the front door, she looked at me for a second or two, and then told me to wait while she rummaged around in her purse. She pulled out some lipstick and applied a coating of bright red to my lips, making them appear even larger than they were. "There, now you look pretty," she said as we walked out of the house. "Well, I may look pretty," I thought, "but I feel like a hooker in this outfit." Since we'd gotten there early we were able to get a booth and we just sat there nursing our beers and with me smoking until the band started playing - they really weren't that good - but then what do you expect for a neighborhood bar. After about an hour I had to head off to the girl's room to take a leak and when I returned to our table found that we had been joined by a guy whose name I didn't know but whose face was familiar to me as one of the regulars at the bar. Mom introduced him to me as Lenny. Well, Lenny was in his late 40's or early 50's and dressed like he thought he was some Italian stud or something, or maybe a Vegas gambler - you know the look with the loud shirt open to his navel, thick black greasy-looking hair, lots of gold chains and rings - plus he was about fifty pounds overweight with a big beer belly. But he and Mom seemed to be hitting it off OK. He kept trying to start up a conversation with me and I was trying to ignore him - except for the rounds of beer he kept ordering for our booth, of course. Finally the band shifted to slower music and Lenny asked me to dance - I just shrugged "no thanks." "Come on honey, don't be a spoil sport," he said as he got up, grabbed my hand, and dragged me onto the dance floor. Well, I don't know what Lenny's idea of dancing was but it sure wasn't mine. Like he was holding me face-to-face, tightly against his chest (did I tell you that I don't think he knew what deodorant was?), and his arms were around me with his hands on my ass, and he's rubbing his crotch up against me, and I'm like: "Will the band finally finish this number so I can get away from this asshole?" When the music finally ended, Lenny whispers in my ear: "This place has some rooms for private parties in the back. Why don't you and I have a private drink?" And he winks at me. I just said, "No thanks," and tried to break away from him. Lenny refused to let go of my arm, pulled me back toward him and says: "Oh, come on sweetie, your Mom tells me you like to have fun." "Yeah, fun," I replied, "But not with some fat asshole who hasn't taken a bath in a month." With that, Lenny says: "Look you little cunt, I paid your Mom $50 to get a blow job from you and you're not walking away from me," and he slaps me across the face. So I slapped him back as hard as I could, and then I spit in his face, and that probably wasn't a good idea because that got him really mad and he hit me with a roundhouse swing to the side of the head that almost knocked me out and left me in tears. "Man, I gotta get away from this guy before he kills me," I thought, so I backed off as much as I could, considering that he had a tight grip on my left arm, and kicked him as hard as I could in his crotch with my six inch stiletto heel. Lenny's eyes kinda crossed and he got this funny look on his face as he let me go, tearing off my blouse in the process, and clasped his crotch as he slid to the floor. So I'm standing there in tears, and all I've got on above the waist is my red bra with my erect nipples poking through the holes, and I'm looking over at my Mother and she's got this look of anger on her face as she's getting out of the booth - and she's mad at ME, not Lenny! The whole thing was too much for me so I just turned and ran, sobbing, out of the bar. I was hoping that neither Mom nor Lenny nor anyone else would chase me out of the bar but I didn't want to take any chances and kicked off my high heels so I could run faster. I was running down the sidewalk in my bare feet, sobbing like mad, and my head hurt, and I kept tasting this warm salty liquid in my mouth, and I was trying to cover up my breasts with my hands, and all of a sudden I realized - I had no fucking idea where I was going. I looked around and saw no one behind me so I slowed to a walk and tried to figure out where I could go - back to the house with Mom was not an option. Then I recognized familiar surroundings and realized that I was less than a block from Eric and Emma's apartment. I wasn't sure how they'd react to having me show up on their doorstep in my current condition but I couldn't think of any alternatives so I walked to their apartment, stood in front of their door for a minute or so, trying to get my courage up, and then knocked timidly on their door. There was no response for some time and I was beginning to think that they weren't home. "Like, if they're not home, I'm really fucked," I thought, "I've no other place to go," when the door was opened by Emma. She just stood there and stared at me for several seconds as a look of horror spread over her face. "Jesus, Danni, come in," she said. She led me over to the couch and had me sit down while Eric brought several towels and wet washcloths. I managed to get out a couple of sentences as she worked on cleaning me up to let them know what had happened. Finally she said, "Well, I think that'll take care of you for right now." "How bad am I hurt," I asked, "You have a mirror?" Emma got this look, like: "Are you really sure that you want a mirror," but she brought me one from the bathroom. As I looked at my reflection, I realized that Lenny had really done a job on me. My upper lip was split and still oozing a little blood, two of my front teeth felt a little loose, and the skin around my right eye was all bruised and swollen to the point where my eye was just a narrow slit and I could see only a red haze out of it. Eric was, like: "I think we should take her to the Emergency Room." But I just told him that I didn't really feel all that bad - lying through my split lips - and just wanted to go to sleep. I remember Eric and Emma helping me walk to a bedroom - well, more like they were almost carrying me - and then laying me down on the bed and covering me up before I passed out. I think it was the following afternoon when I woke up. I heard this funny sound and wondered what it was and then I realized that it was me - groaning. I tried to open my eyes and look around but only my left one opened. I reached up and felt my right eye - swollen shut. I turned my head a little, wondering how so many parts of my body could hurt at one time, and saw Eric sitting by the bed. "So, you're back among the living," he said. "Either that or you're the ugliest fucking angel that I've ever seen," I responded and he laughed a little. With Eric's help I got out of bed, very slowly, and walked into the kitchen where Emma warmed up a can of chicken noodle soup for me. The salt in the broth stung when it touched my split lip but I was so hungry that I put up with the additional discomfort. While I was eating, Emma brought out her camera and took several closeup shots of my face. "How do I look?" I asked. Emma handed me the camera and I flicked through the pictures. Even on the small LCD viewing screen I could see that my right eye was swollen shut and the whole right hand side of my face was one huge purple bruise. Whether it was the soup, or what, around that time I started feeling really tired and Eric helped me back to the bedroom and helped me into bed where I immediately fell asleep. When I woke up next morning, I didn't feel all that bad - not great, understand - but not nearly as bad as I had felt yesterday. I probed my teeth with my tongue and they felt a lot less loose than they had two days ago, and I could see a little out of my right eye now. When I went into the bathroom to pee I could see that the swelling around my right eye had gone down a lot, and the purple bruise was beginning to fade to a yellowish-brown. Since I was beginning to feel a little better, I was thinking that it would be a good idea to, like, put on some clothes because all I had on now was some ratty old bathrobe - don't know whether it was Eric's or Emma's. That was really funny because Eric's clothes were boy styles (mostly) but kind of big on me. Emma's were girl's styles but she was smaller than me and most of her clothes were too tight. So for the next hour I tried on some of Eric's, and some of Emma's, and then more of Eric's, and more of Emma's. Eventually I was dressed although I felt a little like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of OZ. Later that morning Emma gave me a shampoo and did her best to straighten out my curly permanent. And she gave my hair a wash that returned it to something that nearly resembled my normal light blond color. After lunch, Eric and Emma went out and spent several hours shopping for some better clothes for me. When they came back and laid out their purchases I was really happy with the slacks, blouses, panties, bras and sandals they had bought me. The styles were very feminine - but nowhere near the exotic styles of clothing that Mom had been dressing me in that made me look so cheap and that had gotten me into trouble at the bar. I was still a little weak so Emma helped me get dressed and put on some light makeup. She was so thoughtful - it was almost like I had an older sister. When I came out of the bathroom and walked into the living room, Eric jumped up off the couch, exclaimed: "Oh Danni, you're so beautiful," and ran over and hugged and kissed me. I was so happy for his show of affection that I burst into tears. Eric immediately thought that he had hurt my feelings and backed off a little and blushed and looked, kind of like: "Oh shit. What do I do now." I walked over to him and embraced him, and kissed him several times and whispered in his ear: "Oh Eric, thank you so much for being here when I needed you." Man, that made him blush even more, like, his face was almost purple. We just ordered out a couple of pizzas for supper and part way through the meal, I suddenly sat up and said, "Oh fuck! I forgot about my Mom. She's got to be looking for me. And she's really pissed.....," and my voice kind of tapered off as I had this mental image of Mom smashing through the door of the apartment and coming to get me. Emma just said, "Not to worry about her, she's out of your life." I was, like, staring at Emma in amazement and I asked her what she meant and she said that she has a cousin in the State Police and she had given him the photos of me that showed what I looked like after the fight in the bar. And her cousin had taken two of his friends and driven over to my Mom's place, showed her the photos, and clearly explained that if she ever even thought about seeing me again, that they would pick her up and make sure that she got the shit beaten out of her as she tried to "resist arrest" and that what I had looked like would be nothing like what they'd do to her. "Way to go Mom," I thought, "You really fucked yourself this time." Later that night as we were getting ready to turn in for the night, I noticed Eric arranging a pillow and some blankets on the couch. It wasn't until then that I realized that since the apartment had only two bedrooms, that I had been sleeping in Eric's for several nights while he had slept on the couch. "My turn on the couch tonight," I said. That prompted a big argument between me and Eric. He insisted that I sleep in his bed while he used the couch. I told him that I wasn't going to impose on him and more and that I'd sleep on the couch. He yelled that it was his apartment, and his couch, and he'd sleep where he wanted and he lay down on "his" couch and covered up with the blanket. I screamed that he was about the most stubborn and stupid person that I had ever met in my life and that if I couldn't sleep on "his" couch that I'd just sleep on the floor and I threw myself down on the kitchen floor. In the silence that followed our outbursts we heard a little giggling from Emma, and then a little laughter, and then Emma was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face and she had to sit down on the floor. Eric looked at Emma and then he started laughing. I tried to control myself but pretty soon I was giggling and then laughing. When we all quieted down, Emma just looked over at us from where she was sitting on the floor and said, "You two can be so stubborn at times. I should just leave you alone so you can make yourselves uncomfortable. But here's what we're going to do tonight. I'll sleep in my bedroom, and the two of you can sleep in Eric's bedroom, and the couch will have to be lonely!" Eric and I just kind of looked at each other like we weren't sure that we really liked this idea, or that we trusted each other, or whatever, but eventually we got up and both went into Eric's bedroom and got in bed. I'd like to say that we went right to sleep. But, like Eric was way over on one side of the bed, and I was way over on the other side. And we were both facing away from each other, and trying to breathe really quiet so the other one couldn't hear anything, and trying not to move around at all. Eventually I fell asleep, even though it seemed like it took hours, and I guess Eric eventually did too. I don't know how it happened but when I woke up the next morning we were both snuggled up together in the center of the bed, and I had my back to Eric, and he had his arm around me, and his face was snuggled down into my hair. And I wasn't sure but I almost thought that maybe I could feel his erection pressing against my rear end. All of a sudden Eric woke up, and gasped, and pulled back away from me. "Danni, I'm sorry," he said, "I don't know how that happened." "Oh don't be silly, just come back over and keep me warm," I said. So for the next hour or so, until we heard Emma banging around in the kitchen, Eric and I just enjoyed snuggling up against each other. I don't think I'd ever been happier in my life. When we finally got up and walked into the kitchen, holding hands, to get a cup of coffee, Emma just remarked: "Well, so the lovebirds finally awake." November Hanging around the apartment was getting to be kind of boring after almost a week, and my face looked about 95% of normal, so Emma checked and found that the restaurant where she works had an opening for a waitress. So I applied, and even though I didn't have any experience, Emma promised the manager that she'd work with me and help me learn the ropes. Afterward the manager told Emma that it didn't hurt that I was "cute" and "had a nice figure" and I took that as a compliment. The uniform at the restaurant is just a white blouse and tan chinos - nothing too revealing - which I was comfortable with. And within a couple of weeks, with Emma's help, I had figured everything out and was beginning to make some good tips. I noticed that some of the other girls got to be kind of friendly with the male customers, like touching them on their shoulders, or maybe flirting with them a little. Man, it's not worth it to act like that just to get a few $ extra in tips. Life went on like that for several months. Emma and I were waitressing from late morning till around 6pm when the second shift came on. Eric was taking his Cosmetology classes - I think he said that he was specializing in hairstyling - and some evenings after we'd cleaned up from supper we'd talk about what he had learned recently and he and I would experiment with our makeup and hairstyles. Whll, I guess Eric still had a little to learn because after one experiment, my hair ended up bright pink - but usually things worked out OK. I was now doing a lot of cooking for the three of us and teaching Emma and Eric some of my favorite recipes. Eric really wasn't into cooking that much but Emma was really taking to it - So the three of us had a happy domestic arrangement. January Eric and I have continued to grow closer - after all I'd gone through in the last year or so, it was so wonderful to have found someone who loved me as I was, and didn't want to take advantage of me in some way. We'd just sit and have long talks, and snuggle up together when we watched TV or listened to music. Emma didn't seem to be upset by the way Eric and I were so involved with each other - I think that she was happy just to see us so happy. The only thing that Eric and I hadn't done yet, was, well, uh, to go beyond just snuggling - but all that was to change shortly. So, Eric and I were talking in bed the other night and he asked: "Um, uh, I know that you used to be a guy, but now you look like a girl and you have breasts, and, uh.....," and his voice just kind of tapered off. "Well, silly, if you're trying to ask if I'm a girl all the way now, the answer is no," and I guided his hand to my crotch. As he touched me there for the first time I gasped and pulled away from him a little as a shock ran through my body. "Did I hurt you," he asked? "No, you just surprised me by how good it felt," I said, and I reached down and placed his hand back on me and began to rub his hand up and down on my crotch a little. "Oh, wow, you're so smooth and soft down there," he said. "Well, you're certainly not smooth and soft," I giggled, and I reached down and touched his growing erection. So, we're just lying there next to each other and Eric is sucking on my breasts and rubbing my crotch which is beginning to get really wet. And I have my hand around Eric's shaft and am beginning to stroke him. And I'm getting these sensations like I've never had before - like, way better then when I used to masturbate in the shower. And Eric is breathing harder and beginning to move his hips in tune with me stroking his cock. And all of a sudden I felt these waves of intense please begin to wash over me and my body just stiffened up and I groaned in pleasure. I guess it was about that time that Eric came and squirted his cum over my stomach and breasts. We just lay there, with our sticky bodies pressed up against each other as I felt Eric's cock slowly shrink back to its regular size and slip out of my hand - and then we went to sleep in each other's arms. I was pretty confused after that. Like, I loved Eric and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And I loved my body and admired the way I looked when I put on my feminine underwear and clothing. But it was frustrating that I could still only do some of the things that, well, that a woman could do. Eric and Emma and I haven't really discussed things in detail, but I think that they know that I have to make some decisions eventually. I don't want to rush into anything but I'm sure that with their support, I'll be able to make those decisions and live my life as a complete woman. (End of Story)