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A Dream comes True. Ch 3. By Julian Irwin. Chapter 3. I stood with hands cupped in front of my ascending organ. There was nothing I could do about it. My heart was beating hard and fast, I'm sure it must of been visible to Mummy. Watching as she opened one of her drawers. I could only take a deep breath, uttering a non-coherent "uuummmmm" As I watched a gorgeous pair of eggshell green satin knickers, edged with white lace around the leg openings come to rest on the bed. It took all the strength and willpower I could muster, to hold back from taking them in my hands. To feel at last, these beautiful soft feminine knickers. There was no time anyway, as next to be laid lovingly over the bed. One matching petticoat, the bodice and hem displaying the same rich white lace. The lace around the hem and knickers would be at least 2inches wide. In the centre of the bodice and where the shoulder straps were attached to the petticoat sat sweet little white satin bows. The way Mummy lay these over the bed, in itself was so teasingly inviting for any would be sissy boy. Just looking at them sitting before me, had my whole body tingling in expectancy. But Mummy wasn't finished yet, giving me a lovely smile as she went back into the drawer. Bring out to hold before me in her delicate fingers. One pleasing, every girl wish for that day to come when she can wear her very First Bra. It almost sent my heart into overdrive, as my mouth dropped open, expelling little girly squeals. My hands fluttered about, as they went to cover my breast. "Oh Mummy, Oh Mummy." was all I could come out with. Any real boy beliefs I ever had, were now well and truly expelled. Yes I am only a sissy, I'm going to be dressed in these delicately dainty girls things. My hands eagerly wanting to touch, as I stood there shaking and squealing like any little girl would, I'm sure. My mouth seemed to water up in the excitement of it all. Seeing for the first time, such pretty-pretty undergarments. Knowing they are about to beautify this sissy-boy's, girlish body. This bra is part of the matching set. Again sitting sweetly between each cup one satin bow with the ends hanging a good 4inches below. Around each cup and below was also finished off in inch white lace. "Now my darling this is a girls very first Training bra. So seen as you're a little girl we'll see how it fits you." With that Mummy slid it up each arm till the straps came to rest over my shoulders. Going behind to now fasten the little hooks and eyes together. Standing back before me, Mummy just watched as I couldn't help myself from touching it all over, knowing it's me Meredith wearing it. "Oh Mummy I'm so very, very happy now." wrapping my arms lovingly around her, in appreciation for helping me bring my fantasies to reality. In no time there I was in bra, panties and petticoat. I couldn't believe myself as I caressed lightly over these delicately feminine articles of clothing. Even though they were a size to large for me, but Mummy had explained that they maybe beforehand. Sitting comfortable on the ottoman at the foot of Mummy's bed. To have a pair of girls white cotton socks pulled on, to sit just below the knee. To my pleasant surprise over each top, Mummy placed a lovely lace garter which was threaded with a narrow lavender satin ribbon. "Before we put you into your dress sweetheart. All little girl love to wear their Mummy's makeup, don't they?" "Oh yes please Mummy, I would love to wear makeup too." I was almost jumping with joy as I answered. Just the thought of wearing makeup, along with the pure smell of my now perfumed body. Had my little Willy come rigidly to life again, to stand pushing against my pretty knickers. Nothing I could do or think of would make it shrivel up. At least it was hidden from Mummy's view this time, I think. So I sat on the lambs-wool covered stool in front of the vanity table. My head tilted slightly back, while Mummy went to work on my face. The only thing is, I was turned at such an angle, so not to see the magical change taking place. Once completed, the hair brush worked its magic to my hair. All I knew was a lavender satin ribbon got tied into a bow at the crown of my head. With her expert handy work done, there was no way of hiding the new image. As there were too many mirrors in the bedroom for that. Taking hold of my hand, Mummy helped me off the stool. I turned unsteadily, but extremely overwrought to view this new image of myself in the mirror. Wearing nothing but my first pair of beautiful knickers, my first just as beautiful girls training bra. Under such a stunningly breathtaking petticoat. I looked, I touched the mirror, I touched myself. I looked to Mummy. Then went through that whole process again, not believing that pretty girl standing looking back at me, was really me. "Can I lift my petticoat to see the lovely panties, Please." Looking back to Mummy I asked, "Yes my darling you certainly can," acknowledging how wild-eyed I am at being in pretty girl clothes. "Oh Mummy I feel so much a proper girl now. I look so pretty also, don't I?" I said to Mummy, as I looked to her through the mirror. Not wanting to take my eyes away from the girls image smiling back at me. It's hard to put into words the beautiful feminine emotions, I was now experiencing. The sight of my Willy twitching with the delight of being covered in such delicate smooth satin panties. Trimmed with a good couple of inches of rich lace, tantalizingly brushing over the bare skin. The sensuous touch of the petticoat, as I slowly twilled to view the pretty lavender bow, Mummy had tied on my hair. The same pleasure knowing I'm wearing a girls bra. feeling it sitting comfortable over my 'flat' breast. I just stood looking in ore, at the sissified body looking sweetly back at me. I couldn't help but let a couple of tears come to my eyes. All my thoughts seemed to be so very girlish right now. My hands just couldn't stay still, as they glided, caressing lovingly over this sissy's lingerie covered body. Realizing I couldn't stay there all day admiring my feminine self. Mummy came close, putting her hands on my shoulders saying, "I think we better move on now, don't you sweetheart." I turned smiling and nodding to her, knowing I can't just stand looking at this beautiful girl in the mirror. Taking my hands lightly in hers, as she asked, "Does Meredith have a lovely name for this little girl we now have here?" Looking shyly with head lowered a little, I took a deep breath then told Mummy. "I knew a girl who lived near us, when I was at home. Her name was Jessica, and I liked her name. So can I be called Jessica. Please Mummy?" "Oh! Jessica, that is such a sweet name for a pretty girl. Mummy couldn't think of anything better. So from now on my little girl is Jessica." Then pulled me towards her kissing me on the cheek. "Now Jessica lets see what lovely dress Mummy has for you." Opening the wardrobe door, I watched as Mummy took a half slip from its hanger. Turning to me, "Now Jessica we'll put this lovely slip on over your petticoat first." It was a white silk with a ruffled net about two- thirds the way down. Which in turn was covered by a white terylene and two rows of four inch wide ruffled lace. It got my heart pounding with suspense, as I realized the reason for it, would be to hold out a full skirt. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, my mouth opened wide. My hands got all fidgety with exhilaration once again. I seemed to be dancing little steps on the spot. As I watched Mummy come towards me holding this most beautiful girls dress. It was a red and white check polished cotton, with short puff sleeves. The cuffs pulled in by elastic, which in turn hung two inch wide white frilly lace. The collar was white taffeta in a round Peter Pan style, edged with a narrow lace. A good 5 inches of smocking across the bodice, with lace across the top. Which in turn was threaded with a half inch red satin ribbon. Each end joined in the centre in a lovely bow, with the ends hanging a few inches below. The full skirt sat out beautifully over the stiffened half slip and petticoat. Just above the hem of the skirts ran a wider lace, also threaded with a slightly wider red satin ribbon. Mummy did up the buttons at the back, before tying a two inch wide, white taffeta sash into a big bow at the back. Even as Mummy was fixing the bow of the sash, my hands had to take up the skirt. Just to make sure all this was for real. And Oh Yes! how real it was. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but wrap my arms around myself. To see the image before me, of this sweet little Jessica being hugged. Not a word could I express audibly, as I cherished this moment. All those nights, many, many nights. Yes even days dreaming, fantasizing of being dressed and treated as a pretty young girl. That time has now become a reality, I'm now a little girl and have a Mummy. At last I was able to turn to Mummy to say. "Mummy thank you so very, very much for doing this for me. I just feel so much the girl I've dreamt of being in all these many months. Wearing such soft and distinctly feminine clothes." I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. As I wrapped my arms around her in the biggest hug possible. Being in a dress, made up and smelling the way a girl loves to smell, of beautiful perfume. I didn't think of myself as a boy right now, no I'm now a girl named Jessica. With all the excitement and seeing myself as a sweet little girl. Somehow the knowledge of any erection had vacated my mind, for the time being anyway. Mummy's arms were firmly holding me close in return. Stroking over my back and my head, as I let her know how much I treasure being Jessica. It seemed an age that we held this embrace. But in reality only a minute or two, before Mummy released her hold of me. With a finger under my chin she lifted my head, showing me a big beaming smile. Then declared, "Jessica you look the most beautiful little girl ever. You should be really proud of who and what you are. Now have you got a nice kiss for Mummy?" Without any hesitation I pouted my lips, offering them to Mummy for an angelic kiss. "Just wait there a second sweetheart." I stood looking as Mummy went to one of her drawers, turning towards me again with camera in hand. "Now stand sweetly Jessica, while Mummy takes a couple of photos of her angelic little girl." I did and even posed so very girlishly, by myself and a couple holding Shelly. "That was beautiful Jessica, you would really make a gorgeous model." after another kiss to my forehead and then putting away the camera. I was then asked. "Would you like to show Mummy your scrap books now Jessica?" "Oh yes Mummy, can I take Shelly also, please?" as I looked pleadingly to her. "Yes certainly darling, all girls love to have there dolls with them as much as possible." I picked up Shelly, held her lovingly in my left arm. After one final look in the mirror at myself holding Shelly. Just to make sure nothing had changed. I then took hold of Mummy's hand and off downstairs we headed. It was on this walk downstairs that I noticed, little Willy was still very much alive and well down there. As he bounced about on each step I took, no matter how daintily I tried to take each step. I knew he hadn't just woken up, so Mummy must of felt it pushing in. As we were hugging, but a minute or so before hand. Another little blush. On reaching the living room, Mummy instructed me in the art of sitting properly and comfortably as a girl wearing a dress. I can see I have a lot to learn if I'm allowed to visit again. Which I hope I will be able to. With this lesson completed satisfactorily, Mummy opened my briefcase sitting its contends on the coffee table. Returning to sit snugly beside me, with two scrapbooks in hand. While Shelly sat on the other side of me. "Lets see all these lovely pictures you have, shall we," Mummy said, while opening the first book. I didn't quite know where to look. OK I felt very comfortable being a girl with Mummy. Showing her all these cut-outs of Sissy boys in all their Sissified beauty. Pretty lingerie, dresses and so on, could be another thing. But you see, I have also superimposed a lot of the photos over photos of my own face, I'd run off via the printer. Then there were many wishful remarks written. There again, remarks written on the CD photos and artwork are a lot more embarrassingly explicit or even could be very humiliating. As I say how I'd really like to live life as a submissive, dominated Sissy boy, in some of the photos. Putting her arm around my shoulder, making sure I was sitting up close and cuddly as possible to her. All the time I kept touching my dress, making sure it was sitting neatly as I had been shown. Well really just making sure this is all real, I am dressed in pretty girls clothes. Mummy now proceeded to go through each scrapbook slowly, page by page. Photo by photo, art work in the same manner. We would discuss each and every drawing or photo. Also with remarks about how lovely it is that I've superimposed them over my face. Shows how much I really want to wear these beautiful clothes. To be a sweet little girl for Mummy, I couldn't help cuddling my head into her. Knowing she was excepting me as the sissy boy I am and not wanting to embarrass me because of it. Once she had finished the two scrapbooks, Mummy decided we should have some lunch. After which we'll watch the video, that sounded great to me. So off I went with Mummy to the kitchen. I liked helping get the tea and some finger sandwiches ready. We talked just like a mother and daughter would, I guess. Plus hearing her calling me Jessica made me so cheerful as I flitted about the kitchen. I carried the tray with the tea and cups into the dinning room. While Mummy brought in the sandwiches. Before I could start eating, the bib was again tied around my neck. I just looked at her with a big smile saying, "Thank you Mummy." Then got a little kiss to the forehead and told I'm a well mannered girl. Which brought a little blush to my cheeks. Yes there is a lot I have to learn to be treated as a girl. Like holding my cup in a dainty fashion, holding a finger sandwich between thumb and forefingers, taking smaller bits as I eat. Being a girl isn't as easy as I thought. So this was lesson number two. Back in the Sitting Room, we sat close again. This time I had Shelly sitting on my lap. While Mummy held my hand lovingly in hers. As we watched the video of a couple of young Miss Americas in all their ravishing splendid. All the while I kept saying how stunning they looked in such gorgeous dresses. Wishing I could be dressed like them, even for one to have her brother doting after her. Like she was some, much to be adored Princess. Every so often Mummy would give me a little kiss, telling me I could look just as beautiful. By the time the video had finished I was holding Shelly so tightly in my arms. Think I was feeling more of a girl, than a real girl would be. But I was just so girlishly happy right now. Mummy decided time was running out to go through my CD. So we could watch that another time. Just hearing her say that brought a big beaming smile to my face, as I looked at her saying. "Oh Mummy, you mean I can come again?" "Wouldn't you like to come again?" she asked, smiling a lovely smile to me. "Oh yes I would so very much. I love being dress as your little girl or daughter, Mummy." "I thought you would and I'd love to have you come again." Then I was given a sweet kiss right on the lips. Which I was beginning to get quite fond of receiving. "Now you sit there a minute with Shelly, while Mummy goes and answers those phone messages." Yes the phone had rung a few time since I was there. Good job we have answer-phones. Sitting talking too and playing with Shelly I kept thinking, I wish my real mother would of been as understanding to me, as Mummy is. At least I am happy now, I have Prince and can now play with dolls also. I was standing, dancing around the room with Shelly, like a proper little fairy. Holding up my skirt, so I could see the pretty under slip. To feel the soft touch of the petticoat against my legs, as I swished daintily around. when Mummy returned. "I would say my Jessica is a delighted little girl right now, dancing with Shelly?" "Yes very much so Mummy, this is a dream come true for me," I told her walking back to sit beside her again. Looking to me with a big smile, holding my hand. Which I'm beginning to enjoy greatly. "What would you say about coming again on Saturday morning? Then we'll go out to look through some lovely shops. After which I'll take you to meet a Lady friend of mine. Who'll make some lovely dresses for you. That is, if you want to come and be sweet Jessica with Mummy. I've just been talking to her and she would love to help you with dresses. Even pretty Sissy-boy clothes." I sat dumbfounded, my mouth would open but nothing seemed to come out. I could feel my eyes watering up. Somehow I fell into Mummy's arms. My head entombed between her breast, as I cuddled her with tears of joy obscuring my vision. "Mummy is this all real, please tell me it is?" I asked without lifting my head. "Yes Jessica it is all real, you are such a sweet darling." I felt her stroking my head lovingly. "Now sit back sweetheart, so Mummy can tell you. This friend of mine, her son is also a sissy boy just like you are. Possible even more so, there'll be nothing to worry about. I'm sure you will like Ashley, if he's home for the weekend. What do you say?" "Oh! Mummy you are so kind to me, I would really love that. I'd also love to meet other sissies like myself," as I gave her another big hug. "Right that is all settled then. Now pick up Shelly and we'll go up to my room." With Shelly tucked safely in my arm, holding Mummy's hand, off we went. I knew I was walking in a girlish manner, feeling, Oh so pretty, as I tootled up each step. More like walking on air. I watched as Mummy took out an exquisitely beautiful silver satin petticoat with matching panties. Lavished at the bodice, around the hem with matching fine lace. The Panties had a good two inches of the same lace around each leg opening. In the centre of the waist band sat a lovely deep pink satin bow. My mouth watered as I watched them being arranged tantalizingly over the bed. Oh how I wanted to just rush and pick them up, to hold gently in my girly hands. To feel the delicate soft satin fabric against my cheek, willing them onto my sissified body. Instead they were there just to admire, for me to salivate over there feminine fineness. I knew they weren't for me to wear, as they were more Mummy's size. Far too big for my small sissy body. Next Mummy took a beautiful soft satin blue and yellow patterned, about 20 inch square scarf from a drawer. From the top of the dresser she took a champagne glass. "Now Jessica, lie Shelly down over the pillow so you can look at her." After giving Shelly a lovely kiss, I lay her gently upon the pillows. So we could look at each other. Turning back to Mummy, she put her hands out for me to come to her. Standing between her legs, face to face. I was asked, "Would Jessica like Mummy to milk her titillated little clitty for her. While you admire the beauty of feminine lingerie before you. At the same time you can see Shelly, watching you make sweet Sissy juice. Give Mummy a kiss my sweet." I did, at the same time I felt my heart flutter. My Willy or as Mummy called it, my clitty gave a few twitches. I had never thought of this happening today. Let alone a woman doing it for me. No I wasn't shocked or anything, how could I be. When little Willy spoke so enthusiastically in favour for me. By standing proud under its pretty satin and lace knickers. I could only nod to Mummy, before coming out with. "Yes I would love that thank you Mummy." "That's a good girl Jessica, now lift up your skirts. While Mummy takes off your pretty knickers. You love wearing them don't you darling?" "Oh yes Mummy, I love wearing everything you put on me. I feel so very feminine now." As I held up my skirt and petticoats. Slowly the knickers were lowered, a couple of fingers either side at the waistband. Pulling it out to negotiate one aroused throbbing Willy. "I think something can't wait for Mummy's attention, by the looks of it." as I got a big smile. With knickers now at my ankles, I stepped free of them one foot at a time. Bending to pick them up, I was told to just drop them on the floor, so I'll be able to look at the pretties. As I think how gorgeous they felt, how much I long to wear pretty panties again. Before doing as Mummy said, I couldn't help but raise them to my face. To feel there softness, there warmth, to smell the fragrance they now held, from my powdered perfumed body. A soft kiss followed. Still standing between her legs, I got turned sideways to face the head of the bed. Where Shelly lay comfortable on the satin pillow, looking sweetly my way. The luxurious items of lingerie, lying invitingly between Shelly and Mummy's leg. So I could drool over, while being milked to my first completely sissified erotic orgasm. I felt Mummy lift the back of my skirt and petticoats. "I want you to lean back against Mummy's knee darling......... that's a good girl." she said softly in my ear, planting a little kiss on it as I did so. My skirt and petticoats now sitting over her leg, my feet still firmly on the floor. "Gather up the hem of your skirt and petticoats, daintily between your forefingers and thumbs. Raising them a little above your waist, with nice sissy limp wrists." Satisfied with my effort, I also felt and knew I looked so sissyish. Just the way I've always dreamt of being. I watched Mummy take the beautiful satin scarf between her fingers. To let it fall freely open. Holding it by the centre, to let it flitter freely between her thumb and forefingers. Waving it gently before me in such a feminine manner. Putting me in a spellbound state by its shimmering beauty. "Isn't it an exquisitely delicate scarf my darling?" she asked while fluttering it seductively before my face. Teasing me by letting it touch my nose, my cheeks, like a fine feather. I'm able to get a gentle Whiff of its scent as it taunts before me. My pulse was racing, my Willy [or my clitty] was twitching wildly in anticipation. My head resting on Mummy's breast, my eyes were closed. While my mind was deep in my girly thoughts. Suddenly, I just gasped with the sense of the satin scarf. Riding ever so gently over the sensitive, partly exposed gland head of my 'clitty'. Opening my eyes looking too Mummy, only to see a beautiful smile looking back at me. "Does Jessica like the soothing touch of this delightful scarf." At the same time, it was now caressing just as delicately over my whole genital area. "Oh yes Mummy, it feels just so wonderful and naughty," I said displaying a big smile. Letting the scarf lie softly in the palm of her right hand. With her left hand, Mummy turned my head towards hers offering me another kiss. Which I excepted with warm pout lips. "Now Jessica my sweetheart. Just relax, let all your pretty sissy girly thoughts run wild. I know girly-boys like you, delight in what Mummy is going to do for you. Can you see yourself in the mirror alright my darling?" I looked towards it, yes I could. But before this my mind was on Shelly, the luxurious petticoat and panties lying mischievously on the bed. My pretty knickers on the floor before me. The beautiful satin scarf in Mummy's hand. I'm surrounded by so much gratifying feminine desirables. Now I realize I can view Mummy milking my throbbing organ. I just nodded my head, while my eyes remained enthralled by the pretty image in the mirror. I watched as Mummy wrapped her soft hand gently around my pulsating clit. With the beautiful soft satin scarf, sitting gently, fondly, between the palm of her hand and my wantoned ridged clitty. The received pleasure it was giving, as Mummy ever so slowly slid her satin covered hand along my hot throbbing length. The delicate featherlike touch it gave my thighs, as it flittered teasingly from beneath her gliding hand. My eyes spellbound to the mirror, as I watched this soft shiny quivering satin scarf. Slither lovingly up and down my pulsating five inch shaft. Yes the satin hanging loosely below, delighted every sensitive nerve I possessed. Watching the image looking back at me, sent shivers of utmost pleasure through every part of my body. One completely feminized sissy boy, being milked with an exquisitely beautiful soft satin scarf. Giving such a most wonderful, seductive sensation. A sexual awareness I was receiving, I'll never forget. I would close my eyes, let my head fall backwards. I was so deep in my girly thoughts, with my head resting on Mummy's shoulder. I could smell ever so strongly now, the sweet aroma of the perfumes. As every pore in my body opened expelling the built up heat through a little perspiration. All the while Mummy was talking sweet sissy girly things to me. Yes I was in conversation with it, but my mind was far away in sissy heaven. Enjoying the pleasure Mummy was bestowing on my throbbing, extremely aroused clitty. In no time my breathing became deeper and laboured. I was beginning to wonder how much longer I could hold off, before the eruption came to pass. I was wanting this moment to last forever. All my little squeals and bucking, quickly indicated to Mummy. Her little girl wasn't to far away from spilling her sissy milk. Suddenly my clit was let stand free. Only to now experience the overwhelming sensation, of the soft satin scarf. Caressing ever so lovingly, between my thighs, encasing my full cherry basket. Down again, stroking softly and ever so sweetly, all around my hidden private parts. I didn't realize till now, just how wonderful it felt. To be teased under there with something so divinely soft and beautiful. I could hear Mummy saying how nice and full my cherry basket felt. That, I was quite conscious of. Somehow I couldn't see a thing, my head was back, my mouth open taking in deep breaths. Little moans became more frequent. I sensed Mummy's left arm reach to the bed, then back holding me. The misty image I got as I tried looking in the mirror. Mummy was holding the champagne glass. I sensed what it was for, as I raised a little smile. My clit was expelling its strong heated sexual musky odour, standing ridged, throbbing. I'm sure I could feel the heat radiating from it. I'm sure it has also become much thicker. The divine touch of this fine delicate satin scarf, slowly made its way back. Encasing and sliding ever so excitingly along the length a few more times. I was beginning to wonder how many more dribbles I would feel Mummy wipe off, before I could hold off no longer. In my ear I got asked, "Does Jessica like to drink her own sissy juice?" "Oh yes! Mummy I do and I'm not far from squirting my lot." "I know darling, now just let Mummy help get your drink ready." My glazed eyes looking to the mirror, I watched as the scarf laid over my right wrist, as I continued to hold the skirts between limp wristed fingers. The affect of the scarf over my wrist, sent my heart into overdrive. Mummy's hand back over my hot throbbing clit. Taking the left side of my skirt and petticoats. After giving me the glass, saying to have it ready to take all my sissy squirts. No sooner had I taken the glass, than my whole body tensed up. I hardly had time to call out, quickly trying to put the glass in the right place. I did so with Mummy's help. Suddenly deep little moans and squeals of delight. I.....I........I' MMMMMM CUUUMMMMMIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!! UUURRRrrrrrrrrr. A few more quick hard strokes via Mummy's hand. Then she took the glass quickly from me to hold it. As I had lost all knowledge of what I was meant to be doing. Other than moaning and squealing like a highly titillated little girl. Still holding the glass to catch every drop, while her right hand continued milking every last drop I had to give up. All this time my body kept jerking forward, willing more and more to be jettisoned out. My eyes closed, my breathing still coming from deep within. My body was hot and feeling so sensitive, but ever so weak in the knees. As I tried holding the skirt and petticoats in one hand. The other with scarf in hand, caressing over the dress across each bra covered nipple. The whole feeling was just so sensuous, my first orgasm as the sissy little girl. I've so often dreamt of being. "Here's your lovely drink Jessica?" my eyes opened, as I felt the coolness of the glass on my lips. There was no concern of what Mummy might of thought about me drinking my own juice. As Mummy held the glass in such a way, I was ever so happy to lick the glass clean. Then looking to Mummy with a big smile, I thanked her for giving me such an exquisitely beautiful milking. Pulling me close, I felt her motherly kiss on my forehead with a sweet cuddle. Now spent, weak and exhausted I was helped lie over the bed. Shelly got put in my arms, I just looked at Mummy, giving her a big smile. Knowing how much I loved having Shelly to cuddle. I just hugged and kissed her, my hand caressing over her soft hair, the beautiful gown she wore. It was a wonderful feeling coming down from such an exhilarating high. To have a doll to cuddle, reminding you, you're a Real Sissy Girly-Boy. There is no other words for you. I don't want any other words for me either. I am a Sissy!!!!!! I opened my eyes, looked to Mummy to ask, "Can I hold the pretty scarf also, please Mummy." "Yes by all means my darling, did you like Mummy using it on your little clitty." "Oh yes Mummy, it felt absolutely beautiful." I said taking hold of the scarf gently in my hand. Touching it to my cheek, to feel the delicate fineness of this silken fabric. Oh how I would've loved to of kissed it all over. But it would've been a sin to mark it in any way with my lipstick. So in a loving way, I lay it over my breast between Shelly and myself. As I closed my eyes again, reliving its touch of Mummy milking my clitty. "Open your eyes Jessica and look to Mummy," bringing me out of my dream. As I did a flash from her camera lite the room. "I just had to take that sweetheart, you look so gorgeous lying there holding Shelly and the scarf. Now stay still while Mummy takes another photo." With that the flash shone again. Mummy then came to sit on the bed beside me. In silence she just played her loving fingers through my hair. Gently stroking over my cheek in the same loving manner. I felt so loved, so very contented, to just lie in tranquillity to savour this moment. Not knowing whether or not it'll ever happen again. After a minute or so, the quietness was broken as Mummy asked, "Have you enjoyed your girly time today Jessica. Wearing all these pretty clothes being Mummy's girl?" "Yes I have so very much Mummy." As I looked to her a few tears came to my eyes. "What the matter sweetheart," Mummy asked seeing my watery eyes developing. "No nothing, it's just that I feel so lovely being dressed as a pretty girl. Not just dreaming it, or looking at my pictures, wishing." "Now you get up Jessica and come look in Mummy's drawers at all her pretty lingerie. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Smiling at me, as she took hold of my hand. Before anything else I just had to put my knickers back on. A girl can't wander around without her panties on, can she? I felt like a little girl on Christmas Day, opening all her breathtaking presents. Mummy just let me touch everything. Take things out to hold up against myself. Looking in the mirror, at how gorgeous they looked against my body. In one drawer there were another few more beautiful satin head scarves. I asked Mummy if it would be alright if I put a scarf on my head. I was so pleased when she said. Yes it will look lovely on you. Taking the lovely Pearl coloured satin scarf, folding it diagonally in half, then in front of the mirror placed it over my head. Once Mummy had removed the satin bow from my hair. Tying it loosely under my chin, smiling at the pretty image looking back at me. Knowing I loved what I saw in the mirror, as I posed, looking, feeling, so much the girl. Mummy put a hand either side of my scarf covered face. Telling me how charming I looked wearing it. The whole time I was incoherent. Able at long last to reach into and display my real feminine self. As I held these delicate dainty articles of female lingerie in my impatient hands. All the time wishing they were all mine and I was trying to decide what I'm going to wear today. To look my prettiest. It was also having an affect down below, once again. Even though I'd put my knickers back on, it didn't help hide the developing erection. Mummy smiled at me, pulling me into a lovely cuddle, saying. "I think Jessica has had enough girly excitement for one day. Don't you sweetheart?" "Yes I guess so. But all this gorgeous lingerie is just so deliciously beautiful Mummy." as I stayed in her arms, savouring the warmth of her cuddle. As clocks never want to stop ticking away sending one hour, ever so quickly into the next. Suddenly there I stood, while Mummy undressed me down to knickers and training bra. Wrapping a dressing robe over my shoulders, before having me sit back at the vanity. I couldn't watch as my hair got tied away from my face. Only to feel this cream being smeared all over my face. I knew the next time I opened my eyes I'd be looking at a male face once again. Using tissues, followed by a nice soft damp cloth. I knew any sign of my lovely made up face had sadly vanished. "Now Jessica, I know how you are feeling right now. But time is moving on, so I want you to have a nice shower. As you can't go home smelling of lovely perfume, can you?" Taking a deep breath, realizing I'd have to remove any sign of today's activities. Yes being this pretty girl, named Jessica. Knowing my flat mates wouldn't understand, and I'm not ready to divulge anything yet. Mummy put the shower cap over my head, tucking my hair under to keep dry. Handed me a cake of unperfumed soap, plus a normal washcloth. In turn telling me to make sure I wash all over. I did so with a lot of sorrow, I loved so much being dressed as Mummy's little daughter. At least after I'd showered, Mummy was there to again wrap me with another thick fluffy towel. I see why I was told to take my deodorant and body spray. As much as I like dressing myself, having Mummy dressing me now I really loved. She took great delight in seeing that I looked perfect, retouching my tie, the same with the handkerchief in my pocket. At least I did my own hair. In just over half an hour, I stood back as Meredith. A male, the same way my day had started as. I looked sadly too Mummy, her eyes were also looking into mine. Somehow I just fell into her arms, wrapping my arms around her waist. Thanking her so very much for this most wonderful day. Asking again, "Is it true I can come again on Saturday?" Yes it is true. Before leaving the bedroom, I asked if I could hold the beautiful satin scarf again. It felt just as lovely, as caressed it over my face. At the same time giving it the kiss I wanted to earlier before placing it back on the bed. Looking to Mummy, she just smiled saying, "You really loved me using the scarf didn't you darling?" "Yes Mummy it felt so beautiful." I had to pick up Shelly for another big cuddle. Then taking hold of Mummy's hand with my other, we headed down to the living room. It was decided I leave the CD and scrapbooks. So Mummy can scan and transfer them to the disk for me. One final kiss and cuddle to Shelly, I put her back on the armchair where she was this morning, to awaiting my next visit. After saying our goodbyes at the door like a mother and daughter would. I was delighted to hear Mummy say as I walked down the path, "You be a good now Meredith. Just like Jessica would be." Turning back smiling, I told her, "Yes I'll try Mummy." giving a little girlish wave as I walked out the gate. I headed of home again, on the bus and train, even walking back slowly towards the flat. All my thoughts were of today, how lovely I felt. Able at long last to live my feminine dreams, to share those little sissy closeted secrets. At last I have peace of mind. Knowing at least I have a Mummy. Who understands and excepts me as this sissy boy, who craves to wear girls clothes. I knew Shane and Andrew were dying to know where I went Etc. I just wished I had the nerve to tell all. Don't think they would have been overjoyed in hearing about my day. Dressed in girls pretty clothes, wearing makeup and smelling so feminine. That I now have a Mummy who treats me as her daughter. God it's hard keeping your excitement entombed at times like this. After dinner and cleaning up. I went to check my 'inbox' waiting to be read, another email from Mummy. Saying how she was so pleased with me, wants to know if it would be alright to send through a couple of my photos. Saying how gorgeously feminine I look. She then asked me if I would like to go to her place after work on Friday and stay the night. My heart just jumped, taking a second read. Yes! I read right. But reading on Mummy said, she has things she wants to talk to me about. Plus we'll then be able to get an earlier start on Saturday morning. To look through some lovely shops, that she knows I'll love to visit, to browse through. I couldn't wait to press 'reply to' Firstly, saying Yes!! I'd be overjoyed to come after work on Friday. The thoughts of Saturday seem just so exciting, I wish Saturday was tomorrow. I went on telling her how I couldn't think of anything else on the way home. Apart from my most exhilarating day as your daughter. All the luscious, delicate undergarment I was allowed to wear and touch. After wising her a pleasant night with a few big X X X. With all my excitement I pressed sent before I realized I didn't say anything about the photos. So quickly had to sent another, saying. "Oh Mummy, Yes!! Yes!! I would really love you to sent a photo or two, please can Shelly be in one also. Signed off with 'Love you Mummy, your little daughter, Jessica.' = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 4 coming soon.