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Did you have something you wanted to talk about?
By Jamie Clout
"Did you have something you wanted to talk about?" mother asked in a
concerned tone of voice. "Not really, mother, is there something that you
wanted to discuss?"
"These aren't my panties," she stated nonchalantly, holding a pair of pink
panties at me, expecting me to take them. "And they're certainly not your
father's, dear. You wouldn't happen to know who in this home wears such
delicate, dainty undies."
"Mother," I feigned ignorance, "women shouldn't be talking about panties
in front of gentlemen, you know."
"Yes, that's true dear, but then gentlemen don't wear pretty pink panties,
now, do they?"
"No, I suppose not, but why are you talking about this to me?"
"I decided when I found these in the dryer to snoop around in your room a
little. I hope you don't mind. You'll never guess what I found in your
closet, dear."
I knew I was in trouble when she first showed me the panties, and now she
told me she was snooping around in my room. I'm sure she found my cache of
ladies intimates and clothing I'd been trying to hide for so long now.
"I think I have an idea," I suggested. "I'm sorry, Mother."
"I guess I should have told you about the girl's clothing I keep in my
room."
"I don't suppose you'd believe me if I told you it all belonged to my
girlfriend?"
"You and I both know you have no girlfriends, and these panties have been
recently worn."
"They're stretched out in the most unusual way for a woman's panty.
There's a kind of an unsightly, unfeminine bulge, right where a man's
penis would be if a man were to wear a woman's panties."
"Do you see what I mean?" She held the panties up to my face closely and
allowed me to observe at close hand the material of the panties. She held
up a pair of her prettier panties and asked me if I noticed a difference.
"These are my panties, dear," she stated. "See how there isn't any
unshapely bulge in the material of my pretty panties, Jamie?"
She called me by my girl's name. "Mother," I stated, "How much do you know
about my little "problem? " I asked.
"Well, let's see here, Jamie."
"You've got a bag full of women's underwear and other clothing."
"I saw some cute two-piece swimsuits, leotards and tights." I'd say I've
got a closet transvestite living right here under my nose."
"Oh, Mother," I stated, turning beat red and no knowing exactly how to
respond. She took my hand and started walking toward my bedroom. "Bring
your panties, dear."
"We'll put them where they belong."
Mother opened my bedroom door and walked to the closet. Inside was a large
garbage bag full of women's clothing. "Let's put these things away
properly, Jamie."
"Don't you think it's silly to be living out of a garbage bag when you
have a perfectly good closet and lingerie chest just waiting to be filled
with feminine clothing?" She dumped the bag onto the bed. There were about
50 pairs of panties and a number of bras. Mother held up a beige-colored
full slip, opened the second drawer of my dresser and dumped the contents
onto the floor. There were just a bunch of boy's socks and some grubby
boy's tee shirts. "Ugly," she stated. "I keep my slips, camisoles, and
bras in the second drawer."
"Panties go in the top drawer."
"Nighties, tights, and pantyhose go in the third drawer."
"My swimsuits and leotards belong in the fourth drawer."
"We girls have to have a plan, dear."
"That way, you don't have to think about which drawer to open when going
for a specific type of lingerie or exercise wear."
"You should keep your leotards in the same drawer as your swimsuits, it
makes sense that exercise and swimwear go in the same place."
"You certainly have a lot of panties, dear."
"Most girls only need a dozen panties or so."
"These are all so cute, I can understand your purchasing so many panties."
"Isn't it fun being a woman and buying feminine lingerie?"
"Boys could never understand this desire for pretty undies, don't you
think?"
I had to agree with Mother. "Strip down to your intimates, dear."
"Let's take a look at your outer wear."
"I want to see which dresses fit well."
"Besides, I might want to borrow something here."
I stripped down to my panties. Mother handed me a coordinating bra and
picked out six pair of panties from the top drawer. She told me to stuff
them into my bra after I'd put it on. "I figured you'd know how to put on
a bra, dear."
"You do it so expertly."
"Thank you!" I stated. "I've had lots of practice.
"Pretty panties placed right next to your heart, dear."
"Now that I know now how much you love pretty underwear, I'll be right
back," she stated as she watched me put three panties into each bra cup.
She went to her room and came back quickly with a handful of pink hangers
and some dresses from her closet. "I know you've worn these dresses,
Jamie."
"I've seen them messed up in my closet when I knew I hadn't worn them."
"Your father hasn't been interested in my dressing up nice and pretty for
an evening out in a long time."
"I haven't worn my sexier nighties in such a long time, either."
"He's happy to see me in my flannel nightgowns."
"How I wish he'd desire to see me in a sexy baby doll."
"You've got some pretty nighties, Jamie."
"Have you worn them in front of your boyfriend?" she asked. "Mother," I
started turning an extremely bright red with embarrassment, "I'm not a
homosexual."
"Of course not, dear," she responded. "You're a woman, and women want to
please their men by wearing pretty things in front of them."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Or are you a lesbian?"
"Just interested in girls, maybe?"
"Are you disappointed in me, Mother?"
"Why would I be disappointed, dear?"
"You know, Mother, my wearing bras and panties."
"Does it not bother you?"
"Does it bother you that I wear pretty bras and panties, dear?"
"Mother, you're a woman."
"Women wear pretty things."
"Well, apparently you are too, dear, since you wear pretty bras and
panties as well."
"I love this dress, Jamie."
"Can I borrow it sometime?"
"Mother!"
"Of course you can borrow my things."
"Put on one of your pretty dresses and come on down stairs."
"We have a lot to talk about."
"And I'd like it to be a mother / daughter conversation."
"Would that bother you, Jamie?"
"To be dressed as my daughter in front of me?"
"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"Besides, I've seen you in your panties, and I know what you'll be wearing
under your dress."
"And I know you've seen and worn some of my panties as well so I'm not
embarrassed about knowing what you're wearing under your pretty clothes."
"Come on down stairs and we'll have a nice cup of tea."
"You'd like that, I'm sure, Jamie."
"A nice mother / daughter chat."
James, now Jamie pulled the beige full slip from the second drawer as
mother left the room. He selected a small print floral dress and quickly
put on the slip, then the dress. He opened the third drawer with his
tights and pantyhose. He selected tights this time, as it was a bit chilly
this morning. Mother hadn't noticed the women's shoes in the closet.
Jamie, as he decided to call himself from now on, picked up a black pair
of ballet flats that went nicely with the dress, sat on his bed, pulled
his tights up carefully, and then slid the shoes into place. He looked at
himself in the mirror and smiled. No makeup, at least not yet. Mother
might not be ready for that. Though he did have a nice light pink lipstick
that would go just perfect with his dress, he decided to skip the makeup.
He did grab a bottle of perfume and spritzed in a couple of strategic
spots, behind the ears, between his panty-stuffed bra cups, and he lifted
his dress and slip and sprayed a bit on his panties. He always liked to
feel and smell femininely dressed 'down there.' He walked down the stairs
using his best ballet walk. He was careful to place one foot in front of
the other. He took smaller steps, not like the boy steps he had to
practice when normally around his parents. Mother had the tea poured in
her floral cups.
"Those tea cups are the ones you use when your friends are here, aren't
they, Mother?" Jamie asked as he pointed to the floral tea cups setting on
the table.
"These are used when we girls are talking, Jamie."
"Quite appropriate, don't you think?"
"Pretty dress by the way, and I like those shoes."
"I didn't see them when I was digging around in your closet."
"And you selected tights."
"They go so well with that dress."
"I don't recognize any of those clothes, dear."
"How long have you been hiding them?" mother asked, sounding kind of sad.
"Way too long, Mother," Jamie replied lovingly. "It's so nice of you to
allow me this opportunity to dress this way, Mother."
"I feel so womanly."
"Drinking tea with your mother."
"I've always wanted to do this, and dressed this way."
"I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"
"Girl, dear"
"You should say you're the luckiest girl in the world," mother corrected
me. "It's a bit odd to consider yourself a 'guy' when you and I both know
you're wearing panties and a bra."
"And I'll bet you put on that pretty beige slip as well."
"Lift your dress a little, dear."
"Let me see your slip."
I obediently lifted my dress a bit to show Mother I was indeed wearing
that pretty beige slip she held only a little while ago and told me to put
it in the second drawer.
"You've just made my life a thousand times easier, Jamie, did you know
that?" mother asked.
"How is that, Mother?" I returned her observation.
"I've been hiding the fact that I've known about your 'girly side' for a
long time, Jamie."
"I figured you left those panties in the dryer knowing quite well that I'd
find them."
"You provided me the perfect opportunity to confront you with this problem
head on."
"Not that I consider you wearing girls clothes a problem, dear."
"I'm perfectly fine with your choice of intimates and other clothing, but
I can tell you Father is not very happy about it."
"Do you have to tell him, Mother?" I asked.
"He already has his suspicions, and how can we hide it from him, Jamie?"
"I don't want you walking around unhappy wearing ugly boy things when
you've got a closet full of dresses and your very own panty and bra
drawers."
"That's just plain silly."
"Come to think of it, I didn't see any boy's undies up there."
"Have you been wearing panties all this time?" Jamie nodded shyly. "You've
hidden it very well, you poor dear."
"There is absolutely nothing to hide anymore, Jamie."
"I've seen your panties and you can at least wear those about."
"I'll tell your father not to go barging in on you in your room."
"Wouldn't he be surprised to see you in your nighty or panties or wearing
a bra?"
"You do wear those pretty nighties to bed, don't you, Jamie?"
I told Mother that I have a few other nighties hidden under my bed, so I
do sleep appropriately dressed.
"How cute, dear."
"You'll just have to show me all your nighties."
"I can't wait until we can go have a mother / daughter night out
sometime."
"We can go shopping and then see some 'chick flick.' "Oh, that sounds like
so much fun."
"I always wished I had a daughter I could do that with."
"We can go lingerie shopping, and try on some dresses, and out to dinner,
salads and diet sodas only."
"I certainly hope I didn't embarrass you today, Jamie"
"You don't mind me calling you 'Jamie,' do you, dear?
"Of course not, Mother."
"That is my girl name."
"But how did you know?"
"I saw you sign that a couple of times on some of your papers. I guess you
probably didn't notice and let your mind wander, signing your feminine
name instead of James."
"It looks so close, your teachers probably wouldn't have noticed."
"But I noticed a long time ago."
"Just little feminine things you do when you're around the house."
"I saw you practicing your 'ballet steps' one evening when you were
walking up the stairs."
"I noticed you trying to wiggle your butt a little extra and you placed
your feet right in front of each other."
"That is the way only a girl would walk."
"I've also noticed when we've been shopping for school clothes that you
seemed to stare at the panties and bras when we walked by that section."
"You probably didn't notice but I always made it a point to pick up a few
things for myself in the lingerie section when we went shopping so I could
see how you'd react around women's intimates."
"I noticed you touching a few panties when you thought I wasn't looking."
"And when we walked by the dresses, your mouth would drop open."
"There was a look of desire on your face that was so obvious you wanted to
try them on."
"I've seen you drooling over swimsuits, and pretty prom dresses."
"You can't imagine how many times I've wanted to ask if you'd like to wear
some of that stuff."
"And you know what, dear."
"Now you can."
"I'd be pretty disappointed if we didn't go into the girl's dressing rooms
with a bikini or a pretty prom dress now that you and I both know you want
to."
"Wouldn't it be fun to try on some things together?" "Mother and daughter
coming out of different dressing rooms wearing just our swimsuits."
"I really wanted to try on some of those dresses, Mother."
"Girls are so lucky to be able to wear such pretty clothes and boys get
the yucky, boring colors, boring look."
"How wonderful I would have felt in one of those pretty pink dresses."
"And I can imagine what pretty lingerie you'd be wearing underneath,
Jamie."
"You didn't fool me for very long."
"I'm just sorry we didn't do something about it sooner and get some of
those pretty dresses back then."
"And some pretty princess nightgowns to sleep in."
"And pretty girly panties with lots of lace so you could sleep well and
not have to worry about what your father and I thought about our 'son'."
I was surprised that Mother knew about this for a lot longer than I
realized.
"I'm so sorry Jamie, that I didn't allow your feminine desires to be
expressed when I first figured it out."
"Will you forgive me?"
"Mother, there is nothing to forgive."
"I had to work this out on my own."
"It wasn't a conversation I was comfortable with."
"Can you imagine me asking you to help me to be fitted for my first bra?"
"How funny that would have been."
"Or to help me find a swimsuit appropriate for the summer."
"I can just imagine the look on your face when I selected a girl's two-
piece flutter bikini."
"I do like one piece suits as well, but I feel very sexy in a bikini."
"Oh, me too, Jamie."
"Let's plan on going swimming soon."
"I can't wait to see you in one of those swimsuits I saw in your room."
We chatted for about an hour, about boys and clothes. Mother seemed a
little nervous when I started talking about feminine hygiene. "You don't
use panty liners and tampons, do you, Jamie?"
"You certainly don't need those items, I would think."
"I use them occasionally, Mother."
"To maintain some sort of feminine freshness."
"I really want to experience everything about womanhood." It may not seem
like I should know about those things, but I do read a lot about
womanhood, and that's just of those inconveniences we girls have to
suffer."
"Now I know I'm embarrassing you, Mother."
"Oh, Jamie, I'm not embarrassed."
"I'll just have to remember to pick up more of those things now when we're
shopping."
"And I suppose you have cosmetics as well?"
"Lipsticks, mascara, blushes and powders?"
"And whatever kind of soap do you use?"
"Caress Body Soap, something feminine smelling, I presume?
Mother and I talked about the most intimate of woman subjects and I didn't
mind a bit. She took some notes about my preferences in makeup, soaps,
even my preference of tampons and liners, and she didn't even bat an
eyelash when I told her I was a "pearl girl". She told me she'd renew her
subscriptions to Glamour and Cosmopolitan. She asked if I read any other
magazines and agreed to purchase those subscriptions in her name, so
Father wouldn't be too upset when women's magazines arrived in her name.
We talked about nail polish colors and latest fashions. It was a totally
girl talk time. She made me feel so womanly and welcomed as such. She
stood to refill the tea cups and ran her hand along my shoulder. I knew
she was feeling my bra strap and slip under my floral dress, and I just
smiled about it. Totally cool, being a woman and not worrying about her
seeing bra or visual panty lines (VPLs).
"This has been one of the nicest chats we've ever had, Jamie," mother
commented. "Thank you so much for being open and honest with me."
"And I do so want to apologize if I embarrassed you in any way, honey."
"You've made this one of the easiest confessions anyone could ever hope to
encounter, Mother."
"I really love you and appreciate your acceptance in my transgender
status."
"Is that what you've decided to call this, Jamie?"
"Transgender Status" mother asked. "That sounds so formal and medical."
"Couldn't we just call it womanhood, instead?"
"I'd prefer to think of you as a young woman, not a transgendered
individual."
"Hell, you're wearing your very own lingerie for Christ's sake."
"Be happy in your womanhood, and don't give a crap about what anyone else
thinks."
"What color your panties are, or if your bra coordinates, or even if
you're in your time of the month is nobody's business but yours."
"And I feel special knowing about this and keeping our little secret to
ourselves."
"I'm so looking forward to clothes shopping with you, Jamie."
"I can't wait to see what style of dresses you select."
"Or watching you try on different shoes, doesn't that sound like so much
fun?"
The rest of the day went pretty much normal. I mean mother didn't seem to
treat me any different. I took off the dress and wore jeans and a nice
blouse for the afternoon. Father was on a business trip so we didn't see
him around. Mother seemed pretty happy for most of the day, humming and
walking about with a devious smile on her face. I was pretty tired for
some reason; I hadn't done much around the house except some housework and
homework. We ate dinner reasonably early and I told mother I was going to
bed early. I took a nice bubble bath; Mother provided me some pink razors
for shaving my legs and some bath oils. That was thoughtful of her. She
even laid out one of my nighties on my bed. I'd already selected a
comfortable panty and a leisure bra to wear, but it was a nice surprise to
see one of my more comfortable night gowns lying out on my bed. I slipped
it on, spritzed some pretty smelling perfume on, and then went right to
sleep.
Mother had other ideas on her mind. She decided to go shopping at the
local Target and Wal-Mart as they were both open late that night. She
bought some of the cutest, little girl style bedroom comforters and
blankets and sheets. She bought some pink throw rugs and pink paint. She
found a young girl's wall paper border and a pink lamp. She went nuts on
pink for my room. She bought me a pink wastepaper basket, a pink princess
phone, a pretty pink journal to write all my thoughts in. I didn't know
about this until the next morning which seemed like an early Christmas as
Mother had wrapped most of these pleasant surprises in pink wrapping
paper. It was like a little girls' ballerina birthday party with pink
presents everywhere. She piled them up on the kitchen table. I walked in
still wearing my nighty as I knew Father wasn't going to be there, and I
knew for a fact Mother wouldn't mind seeing me in that feminine sleepwear.
She hugged me tight when I walked out of my room and walked down the
stairs. I had put on a pair of ballet flats and fortunately, I'd just
shaved my legs the night before.
What a wonderful girlish morning we had, with my opening all those
packages. Each package filled with something pink and girlish. She made it
quite clear that she didn't care what Father thought about all this girl
stuff. I was not going to miss out on all the fun of being a young woman.
She made it clear that we girls were going to enjoy the intimate secrets
that mothers and daughters enjoy and that he was not to bother me about my
selections of clothing or how I wanted to design my room. "So what if he
thinks your some kind of pantywaist."
"You are, and I'm proud of you!"
"We'll just make him think you're having cramps from your periods and
he'll stay miles away from you all the time."
"Men don't even like coming close to that conversation."
"We'll talk about buying you some tampons or something and he won't bother
you again."
"There's no way he'll be entering your room when it's all designed in
pink."
"Mother, you're a genius!" I complemented her over and over as I started
putting all my new girly things away in my room. Mother just sat on the
bed after she and I made it with the new pink sheets and blankets. The
little pillows and stuffed animals made my room so feminine. I knew I was
going to sleep well in this room. We started painting the walls and mother
put the wall trimmings up. She called Aunty Gaile to come over some time
during the week and I heard her explain about all the changes in my room
and lifestyle.
Aunty Gaile asked to speak to me for a few minutes and told me she had a
ton of clothes she'd be happy to donate to my new wardrobe. She told me
she had some sexy things she knew I'd just love to have and I readily
agreed to take everything. If it didn't fit, I told her I started my young
woman's diet and I'd make it so all these new clothes fit me and looked as
good on me as they did on her. I couldn't tell Aunty Gaile just how happy
I was but she made it clear that she and mother had been talking about
this for a long time and she was happy about my coming out of the closet.
She asked me about my swimsuits because she has a pool in her yard. She
invited mother and me over anytime, as long as I was dressed
appropriately. "No Boys Allowed" she laughed and we talked about my
swimsuits for a while. She wears some really cute two-piece suits and I
told her how much I admired some of her bikinis. She laughed and said I
was welcome to borrow anything!
Mother and I spent the day decorating my new room. We laughed and giggled
and she told me of her dreams of having a daughter some day and now it was
happening. She held up some dresses from my closet, and ran her hands in
my panties and bras, commenting on how happy she was to have another woman
in the house.
I knew the conversation about sex was eventually going to come around and
she asked specifically about transvestitism. I explained I get a sexual
thrill about putting on a woman's panty. "What does that mean, Jamie?"
"I don't mean to get personal, but how can you get sexually thrilled about
panties and bras?"
"I mean," she started to stutter, "when I put on pretty panties and bras,
it's just to try to excite your father into some kind of sexual behavior."
"He gets all big and hard when I walk around in a cute panty."
"It doesn't do much for me until I see he's engorged, and then I get kind
of wet down there."
"I don't get excited about panties and bras, but the thought of wearing
intimate clothing to get your father excited does get me sexually
aroused."
"Does that make any sense?"
"Of course, Mother."
"I understand what you mean."
"But as a transgendered person, just the thought of shopping in a women's
lingerie department gets me excited."
"It's just knowing that I, a man, shouldn't even be in that department,
shopping for underwear that only a woman would wear."
"And I'm purchasing women's panties for me."
"That is just so appropriate."
"Buying a bra that coordinates with a lacy, feminine panty just for me so
I can feel good about myself is a sexually stimulating situation."
"I feel right about looking at a skirt and wanting a person to look at me
wearing that skirt and wondering what panties I might be wearing under
it."
"That person admiring my butt starts getting excited thinking about it."
"If it were to be a woman, her panties might start getting wet just
thinking about lifting my skirt and slip and touching me like a lover
would."
"And if it were a man admiring my butt, his penis would start becoming
engorged and he'd have to fix himself."
"I like that thought."
"He'd go home dreaming about lifting my skirt and half-slip, touching the
soft material of my pretty lacy panty, and maybe helping me to remove that
womanly personal clothing."
"I'd step out of my pretty panty and he'd let me help him unzip his
pants."
"Oh, I would, Mother, unzip him and pull his pants down a little and move
his underwear so I could get at his manliness."
"I'd want to get it a little wet before he even tried to get it into me."
"I'd have to wet it somehow, and it somehow fit so perfectly into my
mouth."
"Oh, Mother!"
"I guess I must be homosexual, because my panties are now getting a little
wet just thinking about him putting his penis into me, and my wetting him
appropriately by giving a blow job."
"You must think the worst of me, Mother."
"Your son wants to give some guy a blow job."
"You've made my panties a little wet, dear."
"I'm just thinking about your fantasy."
"No, I'm not thinking badly about you at all."
"You sound like a perfectly normal girl to me."
"I even liked the idea of a young woman looking at your butt."
"It's perfectly normal to want some sexual activity in your life, and I
wouldn't care if it were a man or a woman."
"I just want you to be happy, Jamie."
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