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Mother and Father were seated at the dining room table. There was a place
set for me and Marie, each with a delicate china teacup which had little
rosebuds around the rim. I had been trained in the past few days to try my
hardest not to leave my lip prints on the cup. i had found that this
required the daintiest of sips and necessitated the most feminine of sissy
hands movements and upraised lacquered little fingers to accomplish.
Today I walked into the room confidently, with my longline bra encased
girls thrust forward in a womanly challenge. My heels clicked on the
marble floor, announcing a woman entering the room. I strode to the table
and watched my parents in open mouth shock as I took the tea cup and took
a big sip with my garnet lipsticked mouth generously emblazoned across the
rim for all to see and for all to try to make a comment about it.
"Good Morning, Mother. Good Morning, Father. I hope you both rested well.
I slept fitfully, as i always do when I am not sure that my period has run
it's course. Thank the Lord for Super Absorbent Tanpax. Mother, we simply
must check out the sale at Macy's that I saw advertised in yesterday's
paper. I desperately need a new cocktail dress if we are all to attend the
Country Club Frolic next weekend.
"Oh, my Mother, your hair is just to die for this morning. I will have to
have Miss Vickie try that confection on me. I hope you like my hair this
morning. Sometimes a woman just isn't in a prissy mood. I think my bun
fits my mood to a "t".
"I hope you didn't fix me any breakfast. I have to watch my figure so
carefully. The only place I want to gain ANY weight is across my bust.
Everything else has to go."
I gave a little ballet turn and sat down between the two with my tees cup
held to my lips with both hands in a flirting gesture.
"Wendy! You look divine! I had thought of a totally different outfit for
you this morning. But you have picked out a style which I would have never
thought you capable of so early in your womanhood. You seem to be in a
completely new mood this morning."
"I am, Mother. Ever since you so thoughtfully had me have my first
gynecological exam yesterday, I have been doing a lot of thinking and
having a lot of my feelings change. I knew when the nurses strapped my
feet into those stirrups and spread and raised my legs to allow the doctor
to slide that speculum into my vagina that I was no longer your little
boy, or even your sissy boy. I crossed to womanhood right before the Pap
Smear. And I am not going back.
"Now, Mother, let's finish our breakfast and go the salon and have a
facial together. I know that today is your Wednesday Lunch with your
friends. We can get the facial and still be there in time for lunch. It is
at Mrs. Lynch's home today, isn't it?"
"Wendy, I would love to go with you to get a facial and of course the
makeup application which comes after it but do you really want to have
lunch with five fifty-something women?"
Father had not said a word up to this time, other than a shocked "Good
Morning" when I had first minced into the room.
"Wendy, you are being punished for being a bad boy. Do you really think
your mother's friends will appreciate having lunch with a rude 16 year old
boy?"
"Father look at me. Do I look like a 16 year old boy? You wanted to punish
and humiliate me. You thought your cruel punishment would mortify me and
shame me. It did. I have been cruelly humiliated and sissified for all the
world to see. From the first day of buying Tampax by myself for myself to
the sissifying perms and through the giggles of the girls in the doctor's
waiting room, you have plotted a most vexing punishment. Basically you
have punished me too well. Your punishment worked. I am no longer a 16
year old obnoxious boychild. With every corset you laced me into and every
curl you steamed into my hair you created what I have become. A woman. Not
even a teenage girl. A certified mature buxom painted and petticoated
woman. And I love it!"
I looked at Father and held his eyes. I did not even blink a massacred eye
at him.
"Father, I think that as Mother and I have a chance to talk together
today, we may hit on the subject of how unkempt your hair and brows have
become recently. With all the beautiful women now in your home, I am sure
Mother will understand my concerns that your unsightly manly appearance
may have to be looked into in order to maintain the overall high standards
of femininity around here. When is the last time you had a heart to heart
talk with Miss Vickie, Father? She speaks very well of you. Maybe I
shouldn't say "well". More like triumphantly."
"Mother dearest, I have been thinking. With three women in the house now.
Women who love to be pampered and painted and coiffed, wouldn't it be a
great idea if we had a real home salon and had a live in cosmetologist and
hairstylist. I think we should discuss this idea. There may be someone
already living here who could fit that job to a "t". There would have to
be some changes made. I am sure you and I and Marie could take care of
that with a little help form Miss Vickie."
Mother looked at me and then she looked at Father. She looked at Father
and a smile slowly came to her carmine lips. Father cringed at her look
and seemed to shrink before our eyes.
"Wendy, that may well be a good idea. What we rurally need is a sissy
trained in the beauty arts to give us women all the beautification we so
richly deserve. We could call Sissy's R Us or we could do a little in
house training. I think that is an excellent idea. It is amazing that it
took a brand new women to think of it. Thank you, dear."
"Now let's go get those facials and makeup applications, and yes, dear,
you may join myself and my friends for luncheon. I think the girls will
love having a lovely new woman join in the conversation."
Mother and I rose from the table and checked our makeup in the hall
mirror. Mother thoughtfully rearranged a loose tendril of my hair so that
her gift of dangly earrings shown to the best advantage on me. Father sat
at the table eyeing the remains of the breakfast which he would now have
to prissily clean up and I am sure he was thinking about my idea and who,
exactly, around this house could fulfill the duties of a sissy beauty
maven.
As Mother and i started to pick up our purses, I had a thought.
"Mother, may I borrow your long white cotton gloves. They would be just
the thing to finish off my new look and be able to show your friends that
you have a very very refined and elegant new daughter."
Mother smiled at me and retrieved those elegant gloves and watched
lovingly as I worked the smooth cotton over my painted fingernails and up
my smooth arms to almost elbow height. My ensemble was now complete.
Mother and I were now ready to go get those nasty pores cleaned and opened
wide so we could immediately close them up once more with lovely, sexy
makeup. Oh how we women enjoy the whole process. Then it would be off to
lunch with the Ladies who Lunch.
Mother and i had a blast getting facials and makeup. On a whim Mother had
the cosmetologist create exactly the same makeup design for each of us. It
was thrilling to look in the mirror and see a mother and a daughter
smiling back at each other with exactly the same paint on our lips and the
same shadowed eyes shining at the sheer joy of shared womanhood. Mother
grabbed my hand and in the mirror she puckered her burgundy lips and threw
an air kiss which was received by my own precisely painted and puckered
burgundy lips.
We then headed for Mrs. Lynch's house for the weekly meeting Mother had
with some of her most refined and beautiful friends. On the drive over we,
of course, had some discussions about our new home beauty salon and who
would be able to be trained as a cosmetologist sissy to run it. We came to
the conclusion that we did not want a real woman in that position. We
wanted to be pampered and prettified by a sissy who knew her place as less
than that of a real woman. It would be much more entertaining having a
sissy do to us what we deserved, all the while the poor sissy knowing that
he would never be worthy of the same feminine treatments. I think we
reached a conclusion on who should fill our position as House Sissy.
As the came to the door of Mrs. Lynch's home, the door opened and Mrs.
Lynch greeted us warmly.
"My dearest Amelia, (For that is my Mother's name. Now that we are womanly
equals, I am allowed to use her name in public) you look divine today. And
who is this stunning young lady you have brought with you?. She is
certainly welcome here."
"Dorothea, I am proud to introduce you to my new daughter, Wendy. You know
that I used to have a nasty son. Well, there have been some exciting
changes made and now I no longer have a nasty son, I have a lovely
daughter, Wendy. I think she will get along just fine with all the girls.
I have trained her very well."
"My, My, My, Welcome Wendy. You are quite the young lady. It is rare that
one sees such a truly feminine young woman these days. Whatever you faults
may have been in the past, I am sure your Mother has forgiven them and so
will I and the rest of the girls. Come and join us. Would you like a glass
of wine. The wine is the same color as your lovely lips. You will love
it."
The luncheon party consisted of Myself and Mother and Mrs. Lynch and three
other perfectly coiffed and painted early fifty something women. There was
a great deal of initial curiosity about Amelia's stunning new daughter but
after the first few minutes I was accepted as one of the ladies who lunch.
Delicate finger sandwiches and wine and cheese were the offerings. And the
flint of sparking nails caused beams of light to dance on the ceiling as
the treats were devoured thru lipsticked lips.
As we ate and drank, the discussion was spirited and, to a neophyte,
divinely feminine. I joined in as one of the girls with no hesitation. The
women were very interested in my opinion of why the new plastic applicator
tampons were far superior to the old cardboard monstrosities. The
discussion turned to shades of lipstick and everyone got their's out of
their purses to compare. I voiced my opinion that red lips said "woman" so
much more than those awful nude shades which male fashion sissies were
trying to get real women to use. Everyone agreed with me. There wasn't a
"nude" shade being worn by anyone there at the table.
After the sandwiches had been devoured in a proper womanly fashion, the
ladies all took turns going to the powder room and, in my turn, I did
also. I had bought a tube of the lipstick the cosmetologist who did the
facial had used on me. So I refreshed my lips and brushed the tendrils and
my bangs, straightened my skirt and made sure my bra was doing the most it
could with my little girls, and rejoined the ladies.
As I sat down at the table I noticed that several ladies had taken
cigarettes from their purses and were enjoying a smoke. Mother knew that
as a boy I must have tried smoking. All nasty boys do. They think it is
manly. Hah! Watching these women smoke. You have to see that smoking is
truly a female thing to do. Filter tips were made to be coated by ruby red
lipstick. And the way a woman holds a cigarette is the most clear way of
telling everyone that I am a woman and you are not, you slob.
So even though Mother must have known that at some point I must have tried
smoking, she was still very surprised when I took a pack of Misty 120's
from my purse and installed the long cigarette into the sequined holder
and lit up using the dainty lighter I had borrowed.
"Wendy! You amaze me. I didn't know you smoked. But you do it so well.
That is the most feminine thing I have seen you do and I didn't even teach
it to you. You look good with a cigarette in your hands. You tilt the
cigarette holder just so and the smoke coming thru your burgundy lips is
certainly provocative. You will have to teach Marie to do the same. I had
never thought about how Marie should learn to smoke properly and
femininely. it is rite of passage into sophisticated adult womanhood. And
I am proud of you for having mastered the process so admirably. As a son
smoking I am sure you would have been nasty and vile. As a woman smoking
you are coy and confidently female. I love you, darling."
The conversation continued, turning to the coming dance at the country
club. Several of the women had sons and a couple of the women made pointed
comments about how they would like their sons to meet me. I smiled
demurely and ventured the opinion that those boys might be too young for
me. And the women laughed. But they all had my mother's phone number to
give to their sons.
"Speaking of sons, Mrs. Tyler, don't you have four teenage sons? That must
he very hard for you. Not having a daughter like me to share your feminine
thoughts and needs. Four sons and a husband are a lot of males to have
around the house. Maybe you would like to have one or two of them become
like me. Since mother has taught me the feminine arts so well maybe I
could help you get the daughter or daughters you deserve. Would you like
that?"
"Oh, Wendy, you lovely creature. I would adore that. Two of the whelps are
useless as men. There is no reason why they can't be trained to be
productive and beautiful women. It would make the house so much more
enjoyable. I will think very hard on your offer. I think Rodney and Percy
would look darling in lipstick and curls."
So the afternoon was a complete delight. I was accepted as one of the
women who lunch and shared a cigarette with my mother and had the
possibility of several dates for the dance and may have started a
lucrative new business, helping mothers rid themselves of nasty boys and
training willing or reluctant would-be sissies.
"Amelia, darling, let's stop on the way home at Maid's R Us and see what
they have which might look good on Father. Not that I don't love Miss
Vickie, but I am looking toward to having a trained house sissy tend to my
womanly needs. Maybe I wouldn't even have to insert my own tampons
anymore. Father may be just what we need around our house of women."
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