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LUCY 1 Paul snuggled down into the warmth of his bed feeling the silkiness of the lace panties he was wearing on his thigh. In his half sleep he smiled as he anticipated the day ahead. "Are you getting up today?" His mother's voice roused him from his slumber. "If you don't get up now I'm coming to fetch you out!" Not a good idea, thought Paul as he eased himself out of bed slipping his panties off and pushing them under the mattress. He wandered downstairs where his mother was finishing her makeup before going to work. "Your coffee is over there - probably cold by now," she said. Paul sat down watching her out of the corner of his eye as she put her mascara on, looking as he had done so may times before trying to remember how she did it. "There," she said, "I'm off to work now. Try to have a clear up before I come home. The washing needs putting in the machine and there's a bit of ironing to do. You're 15 now and on holiday so it won't hurt you. It's Friday so I'm going to be very busy at work, not sure what time I'll be home." "Yeah, ok," Paul said as his mother went out the door. As Paul sipped his coffee he thought how wonderful it was having seven weeks at home free from school just to be himself. He quickly drained his coffee and walked upstairs to the bathroom. He started to run a bath and looked at all the bath oils and bubble bath on the bathroom shelf. "Mmm," he thought to himself, "this one smells gorgeous." He slowly ran a stream of the fragrant oil in the bath and was immediately aroused by the sensuous aroma that came up from the hot water. He undressed and slid into the comforting warmth of the water immersing himself to his neck. He closed his eyes and lay there day dreaming of the day ahead mentally going through the contents of his mother's wardrobe and drawers trying to decide what he was to wear today. Eventually he roused himself and lathered himself with his mother's perfumed soap. His hands slid down his abdomen soaping his body until he came to his pubis. "Better not touch that too much," he thought avoiding his cock. "Time for that later......" Once finished he stepped out wrapping the smaller towel around his shoulder length hair and a larger towel just under his armpits as he had seen his mother do. He walked into her bedroom and sat on the bed in front of the full length mirror admiring himself as he sat on the bed. Paul towel-dried his hair and let the bath towel slip from his body onto the floor. He looked at his slim, smooth, girlish body and smiled to himself. "I'm so glad I'm not like all the other guys at school," he thought "I'd hate all that body hair and muscular body." He opened his mother's lingerie drawer and looked lovingly at the contents trying to decide what to wear today. He decided on a black lace and silk set and carefully took out the bra suspender belt and panties laying them on the bed. He picked up the bra and slid the straps over his arms and reached round to fasten it. Reaching for the fish fillet bra inserts he slipped them into the cups pushing them down to create an even padding. He slipped his fingers under the cups and adjusted them in front of the mirror. Next he wrapped the suspender belt around his waist and felt the usual stirring in his body. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of black fishnet stockings. He expertly rolled them down and gently, sensually drew them over his legs clipping them on the suspender tabs. By this time his cock was beginning to respond to his emerging femininity. He quickly pulled the black lace panties over his stockinged legs and deftly tucked his cock in giving himself a female profile. Paul opened the wardrobe door and surveyed the long lines of skirts, blouses, tops and dresses neatly hung up. He quickly spotted a black leather skirt and mauve wrap-round top he especially liked. He unhooked the skirt from its hanger and slipped his legs in pulling it up. He fastened the clip and pulled the zip up delighting in the feel of the cool leather against his bum. Next came the top pushing his arms in and fastening the two wings at the back. He loved the way it crossed over his bust just underneath which seemed to emphasise his feminine figure. Looking at the bottom of the wardrobe he admired the line of stiletto shoes his mother always wore. He chose a pair of 4" court shoes with a T strap at the front. He sat on the bed and slipped his feet into each shoes tightening each strap. Paul stood up and wiggled his toes inside the shoes feeling the heels stretching his calves and pushing his bust out. He turned to admire himself in the full length mirror and felt the tightening inside his panties as he looked up and down at the sexy girl looking at him from the mirror. Resisting the temptation to fondle himself Paul walked over to the dressing table and opened his mother's makeup drawer. The aroma of all the cosmetics rose out of the drawer and made his heart miss a beat. He adored makeup and found applying and wearing it so sensuous and the final step in his femininity. He carefully selected his favourites from the array before him. He wrapped the towel around his hair as he had seen his mother do leaving his face awaiting the delicious transformation into a sexy girl. He picked up the Max Factor Panstick and took a little on his forefinger. Starting at his nose he gradually applied it over his entire face. He always marvelled at the difference it made to his face, how it instantly took away that masculinity and hinted at what was to come. He picked up the Max Factor powder and gently smoothed it over his face taking care to get the even finish he wanted. Satisfied with the result he picked up the kohl eye pencil and brush and applied the black colour to his eye brows. He always wanted to pluck his eye brows into those thin lines his mother had but was always too afraid people would notice. He had tidied them up with the tweezers just enough he thought for no one to notice. He then lined his upper and lower lids just outside his eye lashes with the kohl and used a brush to smudge it slightly. Looking at the eye shadow palettes Paul saw a just the thing, four shades of lilac ranging from the deepest purple to the palest mauve. Using a brush he applied the powder using the darkest above his lashes tapering off to the pale lilac underneath his brow. Stopping to admire himself he slowly moved to look at himself from the side revelling in the feminine girl looking back at him. "Mmmmmmm," he thought, "that feels so good, so feminine so sexy...." To finish off he selected a red lipstick. Twisting the lipstick up he applied the red colour to both lips. "Just my hair to do now" thought Paul. Plugging the hair dryer in he switched it on blowing the hot air under his hair at the back to give it some body. The noise of the hair dryer meant Paul did not hear the front door open or the footsteps coming up the stairs. The first he knew was noticing the bedroom door opening out of the corner of his eye. He switched the dryer off in time to see his mother standing in the doorway. Paul froze, his heart seemingly jumping out of his chest. He gazed at his mother paralysed with fear. "Hello," she said, "having fun?" Nothing would come out of his mouth, he couldn't move, he just sat there staring at her. "I'll go and make us a coffee," his mother said. "You seem to be nearly finished, I'll see you downstairs." With that she disappeared from the doorway. "Shit, shit, shit," Paul thought. "What the fuck am I going to do now?" He put the hair dryer down and just sat there. He was brought out of his paralysis by his mother calling up, "Coffee's done, are you coming down?" Paul still sat there not knowing what to do. "I can't go down there," he thought. "It's the end of the world. She'll kill me, the biggest bollocking of my life" At that moment the door opened and his mother stood in the doorway looking at him. He looked down at the floor. "Are you planning on sitting here all day then?" she said. "Come on, it's not the end of the world you know." She held her hand out and said again, "Come on, let's go down and have a chat." Paul slowly stood up and reached out for her hand. She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze and lead him down the stairs. "Right, let's sit down and have our coffee. I think I need a cigarette. Help yourself if you want." Paul looked up at her in surprise. "It's ok, I know you smoke, did you really think I wouldn't notice?" she said mischievously. "You look as if you need one!" Paul reached out nervously and took a cigarette out with trembling hands. He reached out for the lighter and lit the cigarette inhaling the smoke. "God," he thought, "that's better." His mother looked at him and said, "I feel I owe you an apology, I really didn't think I frighten you that much, that's the last thing I wanted to do." There followed an awkward silence. "You can talk to me you know," his mother said, "or are we going to sit here in silence?" "I don't know what to say," Paul finally managed to say. "I'll never do it again I promise." "I think we had better get a few things clear," his mother replied. "First of all this wasn't a complete surprise to me. I've noticed for a while that my things weren't where they should be, where I left them. You don't always put things back where you found them. And then there's my makeup. I always use a lip brush for my lipstick and it leaves the marks. You just put it straight on leaving it smooth. Didn't take a lot to work it out did it? After all there's only the two of us here, right? And I have to confess I sneaked home today to see if my suspicions were right. Mind you I didn't think you'd look that frightened!" she said with a giggle. "I'm just so sorry," Paul whispered, "I'll never do it again." He reached out for another cigarette without thinking, then suddenly realised what he was doing. "Sorry," he said pushing the packet back. "Please stop saying sorry," his mother said pushing the packet back towards him. "Help yourself." "I think we need to get a few things straight," she said. Paul inwardly groaned. "Here it comes," he thought. "The biggest bollocking ever." "First of all I don't have a problem with you doing this. If that's the worst thing you're going to do I don't have much to worry about. If you want to do it it's ok by me. Right?" Paul looked at her not knowing what to say. "Look I know this isn't easy for you, but talking to me would help I know you must feel embarrassed but there's really no need." "OK I'm sorry," said Paul. "And for God's sake stop saying sorry! You don't have anything to apologise for." She smiled at Paul and said, "Come on, let's talk." Paul couldn't believe what was happening. His mother had found him dressed and instead of the almighty bollocking he'd expected she was talking to him telling him not to worry. "It's just that I don't know what to say." "Well, just do what you normally do," she said. "Open your mouth and let the words come out, not difficult!" "OK," he said managing a bit of a smile. "There that's better," she said. "So, when did all this start?" "A long time ago," Paul replied. "I suppose it was a pair of panties first was it? Then maybe a bra and it just developed?" "Something like that," Paul said a little sheepishly. "Well we've certainly moved on haven't we?" she said smiling. "How often do you dress? Every day?" "Most days when I'm at home and you're out," he said. "And is it a sex thing?" she enquired. "You know to turn you on." Paul felt the colour rising in his cheeks. "Sorry, maybe not the right question," she said. "Mind you, no need for blusher looking like that!" "Right," she said, "I have to get back to work. I only meant to be away for a while. Still I'm sure they'll manage without me for a while. And don't forget the washing and ironing still need doing!" She got up and went to put her cigarettes into her bag but hesitated. "I'll leave these for you." She leant over Paul and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Don't worry, it's ok really. We'll have a proper chat tonight. Bye!" Paul watched as she disappeared through the door and heard the front door close behind her. He flopped back in the chair and tried to gather his thoughts but everything was just a jumble in his mind. He reached out for a cigarette thinking what next? What am I going to do now? He eventually got up and found himself in the bedroom. He glanced at himself and found himself stroking his bust feeling his nipples becoming hard. He felt the bulge in his panties stiffening as his hand moved slowly down to his skirt feeling his cock under the sensual leather skirt. He slid the skirt up over his thighs turning towards the mirror as he did so he could watch as his panties were gradually exposed. His hand slipped into the top of his panties releasing his hard, stiff cock. He took it between his thumb and first two fingers and softly, slowly began to move up and down. He felt the familiar pleasure as he moved faster and faster until he felt his buttocks clench and the ripples of excitement through his loins. "Mmmmm," he moaned to himself as he watched his creamy white cum shoot from him. "That was so good," he thought as he squeezed the last drop from himself. "Better clean that up!" he giggled to himself as he reached for the box of tissues on the dressing table. Paul would normally have wandered downstairs for a coffee and cigarette before doing his chores in girl mode but suddenly his mind was swamped by the realisation of what had happened. "Shit, shit, shit," he thought. "How could I have been so careless, how did I let her see me? What the fuck am I going to do now?" With a heavy heart he undressed and carefully hung up everything back in the wardrobe. He went into the bathroom and carefully wiped his makeup off and washed his face. "Mind you what's the point now," he thought. "No point in worrying about leaving makeup on is there." The rest of the day seemed to fly by as he kept looking at the clock dreading coming home time. He watched the TV, listened to music but all he could think of was what he would have to face. He put the dinner on at the usual time and his mother's bottle of wine in the fridge as he always did and sat just waiting. He heard the front door open and his mother appeared in the door. "Wine, give me wine, lots of wine," and flopped down on the settee. "What a day, am I getting to old for all this?" she asked rhetorically. Paul retrieved the bottle of wine from the fridge and poured out a glass. By the time he returned his mother had kicked her shoes off, put her feet on the coffee table and lit a cigarette. "Mmmm you're an angel," she said taking the glass from him and taking a large swig. "Mmmm that's better. What time is dinner?" she enquired. "Will I have time for a shower first?" "About fifteen minutes," replied Paul. "So you'd better get a move on." "Yes sir!" replied his mother. "On my way!" and vanished out the door. Paul went into the kitchen and started to serve the dinner. "She's in a good mood tonight," he thought. "No doubt the bollocking and lecture come later." As he took the two plates in his mother come down from the shower wrapped in her black silk dressing gown. "Couldn't be arsed to get dressed," she said as she sat down. "Mmmmm this looks good. You going to have a glass of whine with me?" Paul looked at her. "I don't usually, you never offer." "Well have one now, it might cheer you up a bit." Paul went back into the kitchen and poured himself a glass and sat down to his dinner. "So, how was your day?" his mother enquired. Paul's fork stopped half way between his plate and his mouth as he looked at her. "Oopps," she said, "maybe not the best question to ask!" Paul noticed a smirk on her face. After eating his mother said, "Let's fill the dishwasher and get it over with. You know I'm not a natural housewife." "Oh really, I'd never noticed," Paul replied slightly sarcastically. "Don't be bitchy dear," she replied equally sarcastically. Once they had tidied up his mother flopped on the settee, glass in hand and said, "Come and sit next to mummy," patting the space next to her. "But before you do let's have a refill," waving the now empty glass. "And you to." Paul went back into the kitchen thinking she's getting me ready for it, softening me up. When he returned his mother had slumped back into the settee feet up on the table. He sat next to her perched on the edge of the seat nervously twisting his glass. "Right we need to talk," said his mother. "And cheer up, you've got a face like a slapped arse. Right I'm sorry about this morning. I really didn't expect you to react like that and the last thing I'd ever do is upset or frighten you, and I know I did this morning. I didn't know what else to do. I told you this morning I've known or at least had a good idea for some time. I had hoped you might just tell me, I am your mum and I hope your friend-otherwise I've wasted fifteen years of parenting. I am a little disappointed you didn't think you could share it with me although I do understand; I suppose it must be a little embarrassing!" Paul didn't know what to say, this was not what he had expected at all! "Well," he said eventually, "I did sometimes think what would happen if you did find me - I just thought you'd be mad and bawl me out." "Oh and kick you out onto the street barefoot and penniless I suppose," she said. They looked at each other and instinctively hugged each other. "You silly, silly child," his mother whispered in his ear. "I love you for what you are and as I told you if this is the worst thing you've ever done we've nothing to worry about. Anyway let's not get weepy!" Paul sniffed a little and said, "OK Mum." "Right now we've sorted that out a refill!" ordered his mum. "The bottle's empty," replied Paul. "Well get another one out," she commanded. "You sure?" said Paul. "Look, me parent, you offspring, open bottle" she said starting to giggle. Paul brought out a third bottle and poured each of them a glass and sat back down. His mother moved a little closer to him and said, "Can I ask a few questions?" "Sure," said Paul a little apprehensively. "Whatever you want." "I'm interested. How did it start? Was it a pantie thing?" "Yes," said Paul, "they just seemed so nice not like my ordinary ones." "And then other things?" she asked. "Yes," said Paul. "I tried your bra on and then a few more things and it just grew from there." "And I suppose being on your own quite a lot gave you every chance you wanted. So how often now?" "Most days when I come home from school and school holidays," he replied. "I don't know if I should ask this," his mother said, "and you don't have to answer... But is it a sex thing? You know you get dressed and play with yourself." Paul thought for a minute. Was this really happening? Here he was slouched on the settee with his mother starting to feel the effect of the wine discussing his innermost secrets. But she had been the opposite of what he'd expected, no shouting, no bollockings, just not what he'd expected. After a while he said, "Yes, sometimes." "That's OK," she replied. "Anyone who says they don't is lying. We all do it sometimes. Is it just that, I mean do you get dressed just for that; once you've done it you get changed?" "No," he said, "I just feel more comfortable as a girl, more natural." "Another thing," his mother continued, "do you fancy guys sexually?" "You mean am I gay?" Paul enquired. "Not necessarily," his mother replied. "You can fancy guys and girls you know." "As in bi?" Paul said. "Well no, I don't think so. Well not really." "That sounds a bit undecided, how do you know if you've never tried?" Paul suddenly went very quiet and said nothing. His mother looked at him and said, "You have tried haven't you!" Paul remained quiet. "Come on spill the beans," she said. "We've both had a bit too much to drink and if it's confession time do tell mummy!" she giggled into her glass. "No wait, let me get us another glass!" She rose a little unsteadily and poured two more glasses of wine sitting back down with a thud. "You tell me your secret and I'll tell you one of mine." "You might be mad," Paul said a little uncertainly. "Only one way to find out sweetie," she said, "out with it. If you know what I mean!" She started giggling uncontrollably and started Paul off who by this time was finding it difficult to keep track of what was happening as the wine gradually reduced all his inhibitions. "OK, OK," he said. "You know Mark Andrews?" "Gemma Andrews boy?" his mother butted in. "Yes him," Paul replied. "Well he is gay, he's always fancied me, always tried to get me to go out with him. I sort of wondered what it would be like to be a girl and, you know, sort of have a guy." By this time his mother was in rapt attention. "Yes, yes go on," she said. "You can't leave me dangling now!" "Well I said he could come over if I could be the girl." "And did he agree?" his mother asked breathlessly. "Yes," said Paul, "he was all for it." "And what happened?" she asked her eyes fixed into Paul's. "Tell mummy all." "It was one of those odd days we get off and I said he could come over." "And you glammed up for him?" his mother said in wonder. "Yes, I spent ages getting ready and doing my makeup so I looked my best." "Ohhh what did he say?" she enquired. "Well he got really horny when he saw me said I looked beautiful and sexy." "Typical bloke," said his mother. "Did he try it on with you?" "Of course," said Paul. "He wanted to kiss me." "Look, just tell me what happened," said his mother, "and don't spare the details. And don't worry I won't be shocked, I've done worse." Paul took a deep breath and said, "He started to kiss me and feel me so I took him upstairs. I told him I was a girl so he had to treat me as one. I made him feel my boobs and play with my nipples. They went all hard." "Oh God I do love you my darling!" exclaimed his mother. "And what then?" "He wanted me to play with his thingy so I rubbed his trousers and felt it get so hard. He unzipped himself and I played with him while he sucked my boobs. When I knew he was going to cum I made him shoot all over my boobs and then lick it off while I played with myself." "Jesus!" exclaimed his mother. "You little tart! I think I might be jealous! Didn't he what a blow job they usually do?" "I think he wanted me too and he tried to you know..." "Fuck you?" asked his mother. "Yes," said Paul. "But I was a bit worried about that." "Wow, wow," she said. "And I hope you kicked him out then!" They both giggled. "Yes I did," Paul replied. "That's my girl, don't let them get too comfortable; they'll expect breakfast in bed." They both started to giggle and found they couldn't stop. Paul tried to talk but just couldn't get the words out for laughing. Eventually he asked, "So what's your secret then?" "Well, I'm bi," his mother said softly. "I have girlfriends." "You mean you.......with other women?" he said not knowing how to put it. "Yes that's about it. I hope you don't mind," she said looking into his eyes. "No, of course not, nothing to do with me; anyway I can hardly talk can I?" He started to think about her sleeping with another woman and suddenly started to think how sexy that would be. He started to feel that familiar stirring in his loins and his cock beginning to harden. "Most guys find it a real turn on, girl on girl always does." She looked mischievously into his eyes and said, "Turn you on then?" Suddenly Paul said, "I can't believe we're doing this. You're my mum and I'm telling you all my secrets, things I've never even thought of telling anyone before." "And I can't believe how grown up my little boy is, or should I say my little girl..... I always wanted a daughter to do girlie things with, you know, clothes makeup and stuff. Maybe I might not be disappointed..." Her voice trailed off as they looked at each other. After a few minutes she said, "Would you like to go shopping tomorrow?" "Do have too?" Paul said. "It's boring." "Listen to me," she said. "Would YOU like to go shopping tomorrow? I thought I might buy you a few new things but if you don't want to it's OK." "You mean things for me?" asked Paul, wondering if she meant what he hoped she meant. "Well I'm sure you must get fed up with my wardrobe, I thought you might like a few things of your own but if you..." "Really?" Paul interjected. "For me?" "Yes," she said. "It's Saturday, I've decided to have a day off for once. I thought we might have a girlie day, you know retail therapy. Get you some clothes underwear makeup, you know.. I don't want any girl of mine not looking her best! Then I thought we might have a night in, you and me, a few drinks, bit of music. Just be ourselves." Paul couldn't believe his ears. "Yes I'd love that if you're sure." "I'm sure. You're not going to be happy if you don't dress and I'm quite looking forward to it. You know you were quite impressive this morning. You really looked pretty and very feminine, I could have fancied you myself...." Paul looked at her and said, "Thank you for saying that. It feels so good as a girl...." "And a turn on..." she said. "Tell mummy what you like to do when you're dressed." Paul felt her hand on his knee and the instant stiffening of his cock. "I like to imagine I'm a girl and play while I watch in the mirror." "Mmmmm that's so sexy," she murmured. "Tell me more." Paul felt her hand stroking his thigh moving her hand slowly upwards "Do you lie to play in your bra, feel those nipples making them hard?" "Oh yes," Paul murmured. "I love to feel them getting hard." His mother stood up unsteadily and taking him by the hand said, "Come and show mummy..." She lead him up to her bedroom and stripped off to her bra and panties. "Let's get in," she said half falling into bed. By this time Paul was undressed and slipped into bed with her. He felt her hand stroking his chest and massaging his tit. "Is this what you do?" she said cupping her hand under his tit and squeezing it gently. "Mmmmm just like that," he whispered. "Just like that." She slowly moved her thumb and forefinger and took his nipple rolling it around until it hardened like a little marble. "And what do you do with the other hand?" she whispered. "Do you do this?" He felt her hand grasping his rock hard cock and gently move up and down. "Mmmmm yes," he could hardly talk with the welling excitement inside him. "Well, sit up a bit and let mummy see what you get up to on your own." She threw back the bedcover and moved up to half lay next to him. "Show mummy what her little girl likes to do." Paul took his cock in his hand and slowly started to wank himself off while squeezing his nipple with the other hand. He glanced down and saw her slip her hand inside her panties and start to rub gently. She looked up at him and smiled. "Two girls together getting off, me and my little girlie together. Mmmm you have such a sexy little body and just wait until tomorrow. You'll be such a sexy little girl..." This was just too much for Paul and he groaned as he arched his back shooting his cum all over his stomach. He looked at his mother and saw she was rubbing herself and moaning gently. Her breathe was getting shorter and shorter as he watched her shudder and thrust her thighs up. "Oh yes!" she moaned as the convulsions seemed to rippled through her body. They both sank back catching their breath. After a while she said, "Maybe you need Mark Andrews to clean you up," and started to giggle again. She reached over to the tissues on the bedside table and passed them to him. "Don't get it on the sheets, it dries all hard!" she exclaimed giggling again like a teenage girl. Paul wiped himself clean and threw the tissue into the bin. Suddenly he felt uncomfortable. "Shall I go?" he asked gingerly. "Like where?" she said. "Like back to my room," he replied. "Why do you want to?" she asked. "Not really," Paul replied. "I just thought you might...." "Do a Mark and kick you out? Just try to leave! Let's have a cigarette and then go to sleep, big day ahead." She switched the light out and they lay there silently. "We were naughty weren't we?" she said. "I hope you were OK with it...?" "I've never done anything like that before," he said. "It was wonderful." After a few minutes his mother said, "We need to sort out a few things." "Like what?" Paul said apprehensively, thinking I hope she doesn't say we must never do this again. "Well," she said slowly, "I don't think things will ever be the same between us. I want to see you as a girl whenever you want to so no more rubbish about never doing it again. And I can't call you Paul when you're strutting your stuff as a girl. Do you have a girl name?" "No," said Paul, "never thought about it." "What about Lucy, does that sound OK?" "Mmmmm that sounds nice.. Lucy. Yes, I like that." "And I'm Caroline especially when we're out!" she said. "So off shopping tomorrow, spend some serious money, get you set up so you can really be Lucy. OK?" "OK!" giggled Paul. "Just one more thing. And I don't want you to feel pressurised you can say no.... I sometimes feel so lonely at night and really miss not having someone there just to cuddle up to, not for sex or anything, just the feeling of someone there.... Might you sometimes come in here just to keep me company...?" Paul wanted to cry, maybe it was the wine but that sounded so sad but at the same time so tender. "Of course," he sniffed, "I'd love to." "Stop it, you'll make me cry too!" whispered his mother gently kissing him on the cheek. "I do love you my gorgeous little girl!" With that she laid his head in her arm and stroked his hair as they both drifted off to sleep.