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It's a little embarrassing when Mother caught me looking at women's
panties on the Victoria's Secret website but when she sat down next to
me and told me that the panties I had been looking at were pretty and
probably very comfortable, I just about died of embarrassment. She
suggested I order the five for $25.50 and then I'd be on the catalog
list. Then I wouldn't have to waste time on the internet when I could
enjoy looking at all the pretty intimates in the privacy of my own
bedroom. She said nothing after that and I let the comment go. I figured
she'd think I was just a normal typical boy enjoying looking at girls in
their underwear. Little did I know that Mother took the initiative and
ordered the panties for me, in my name? Now my name was on the
Victoria's Secret catalog list. A few days later, a package came in the
mail, addressed to me.
Mother yelled from the front door as she entered. She told me my
dancewear catalog came in the mail today, and a package from Victoria's
Secret. I know I didn't order anything from the website, and I honestly
thought nothing about Mother seeing me on that site, but a dancewear
catalog? I was definitely confused.
I screamed from my room thanking Mother for letting me know the mail had
arrived. I don't remember ordering a dancewear catalog. Why would they
send one to me? Mother's voice didn't seem questioning or concerned,
just her regular yell across the house tone, knowing my door would be
closed. Oh, crap, I remember now. I was surfing the web that day to one
of my favorite dancewear sites, and they had a questionnaire. I didn't
even think about it but responded to the questions. I don't think Mother
saw me on that site. That was probably how a got a dancewear catalog.
Why isn't Mother knocking on my door asking me about a leotard catalog
or a package from Victoria's Secret? They don't sell menswear that I
know of. I don't take dance in school. I just like looking at all the
pretty girls in those adorable outfits.
Let's see, that was about two weeks ago. I remember I was feeling kind
of in the mood for sex and started surfing the web for sites of girls in
skating dresses or leotards, of course girls in bikinis always gets me
excited. Panty advertisements can get me riled up a bit. Victoria's
Secret website is the bomb when it comes to images of women in their
delicates. I can dream all night of spending hours just shopping in a
Victoria's Secret store, surrounded by all those feminine bras and
panties. I love the smell of the perfumes when I walk by that store. I
would love to have a subscription to the VS Catalog, but then, I want
every woman's catalog produced. I don't think Mother or Father would
understand when a Seventeen, Cosmopolitan, or Glamour should show up in
the mail, addressed to their son. And a Victoria's Secret catalog, I'd
just die.
Should I just go out and get the catalog and package and act like it's
no big deal? Maybe Mother just put it on the counter with all the other
mail, and she won't notice if I just go pick it up real quick. Hmmm. I
don't think I want to rush out there and grab the catalog and package,
like I'm in a big hurry to drool over all the dance wear. There is this
one tutu, it's called a platter tutu and it has lace going back and
forth across the seat of the panty. It is just to die for. I've seen
ballerinas wearing this kind of tutu when they're dancing Swan Lake. How
lucky they are to be so delicate and graceful. It's not like I've got a
lot of opportunities to see ballerinas, but there is this one building I
walk by on my way home from school. Usually there are 10 or 20 young
girls dancing about in their leotards and tights, and little white
ballet slippers. Those slippers are called Daisy ballet slippers. I'd
stand there and watch for a while. I wish I could have been in that
class. But bad luck has followed me my whole life because I was born a
boy. The teacher's name is Miss Johnson and she is the most beautiful
woman in the whole wide world. Sometimes she sees me staring in the
window and waves at me. She is usually wearing a black leotard and pink
tights and a wrap around skirt. Each day she wears a different colored
skirt. One day it might be pink, and the next day a turquoise blue. I've
seen yellow ones and green ones; it's like she has a million different
wrap around skirts. Some of them are the long ballet length and some
really short. I like ballet skirts because you can see through the
material and it's like looking at a girl's bottom, when you can see the
panty under her skirt. I don't know why I like that, but I do.
I went out and picked up the catalog and package. I told her I didn't
order anything from Victoria's Secret but Mother just looked at me and
smiled. There was a small sticky note stuck in the dancewear catalog,
which I noticed right away, but didn't say anything about it to Mother.
I thanked Mother for letting me know the catalog and package were here
and went quickly back to my room. I'm surprised she didn't say anything.
I closed the door, and sat on my bed with the package and catalog
shaking in my hand. I don't know why I was so nervous, but it just
didn't seem right that a boy should be holding a package from Victoria's
Secret and looking through a girl's dancewear catalog.
I opened the package first and noticed five of the French Cut briefs I'd
been admiring on the website. Mother didn't just select a white, a
black, or even a beige colored brief but five of the prettiest panties
on the page. They really did look comfortable and since Victoria's
Secret made the mistake of sending me the items, I thought I might just
try one on. I picked one of the more pinkish colored panties and removed
my clothes so I could try that one on. I noticed a Victoria's Secret
catalog in the mailer as well as the panties. I opened that up, found
the purchase order and confirmed it had been ordered that day Mother had
caught me surfing the site. I sat on my bed just wearing the panty when
I noticed the dancewear catalog. It had a sticky note. I opened the
catalog to that page and the note was written from Mother.
It said that Miss Johnson thinks that this platter tutu is just the
cutest in the whole catalog." OMG! How does Mother know about Miss
Johnson? I flipped through the catalog quickly, enjoying all the pretty
girls and pretty clothes, and then I got to the order page. There were
already some items written on the order form, and another note from
Mother. It read 'I'm placing an order for the required dancewear for
Miss Johnson's ballet classes. You start next week!' My heart started
pounding and looked at the descriptions of the items she placed on the
order form. I quickly found the page of the first leotard. It is a
standard black ? sleeve with a pinched front. That is definitely a
girl's leotard. I certainly don't need a pinched front. It also has a
shelf-bra. Okay. I like that one. I flipped back to the order form and
found the next item and flipped to that page. The dress features glitter
mesh flutter sleeves and a glitter mesh skirt. The third reads like
this: This adorable double sleeve dress has a scoop front and back. The
attached double-layered skirt has a matching removable pinned on bow.
Another on the same page reads: This piece is perfect for recitals; the
child camisole tutu dress features an attached glitter skirt. The final
leotard order on the list was for a camisole dress featuring sequins
along the upper bodice and along the princess seams. There were some
line items for tights; pink, black, and white, and for some Georgette
style skirts. Okay, now I really am confused. Those line items are
exactly what I see the young girls wearing in Miss Johnson's ballet
class. But how did Mother know? And why is she placing an order for
these things? I'm not a girl like she always wanted. I'm stuck in this
yucky boy's body. I lie on my bed and fall asleep with the catalog on my
chest. I left it open to the platter tutu, still my favorite of the
costumes in the catalog. Mother knocked on my door and entered when it
was time for dinner. I still had my catalog on my chest wearing only the
pretty panties when Mother entered.
She told me that Miss Johnson had called and explained that I'd been
staring in her window just about every day since her classes began.
Mother explained to me that Miss Johnson would love to have me in her
class if I were that interested, but only girls take ballet. She told
Mother what uniform items were required and that if I was that
interested, she wouldn't tell any of the girls that I was really a boy
if Mother could make me up a bit. Mother explained to me that I'd need a
girl's haircut and have some other things done to make it so none of the
girls in the classroom would know who I was. She also said that she'd
always loved ballet as a little girl and was happy that I'd shown some
interest in something. She wasn't upset about my wearing the panties and
asked if they were comfortable. All she wanted from me was permission to
place the order and I'd be on my way to being a member of Miss Johnson's
ballerina class.
I asked Mother about Father and if he would he allow me to attend a
girl's only class. Mother told me not to worry about Father, as he was
just too busy to worry about his son's extracurricular activities. I
gave Mother a hug and told her that I'd appreciate it if she sent in the
order. Things started going a little faster after that. Mother and I
went shopping to get some regular girl's clothes. She told me I couldn't
just be running around in a leotard and tights all the time. I'd need to
arrive at the class dressed appropriately and if I'd noticed, the girls
don't arrive in their dancewear. Mother and I actually went dress
shopping. Some of the girls arrive to dance class wearing their leotards
and a pair of sweat pants or dance pants over their leotards. One of the
girls bought a pajama bottom with little ballerinas on it and she wears
that just about everywhere. I've even seen her at school in those pajama
bottoms. Anyway, Mother said that the best way to buy clothes was to
start from the panties and work our way out. I didn't really think too
much about the underwear because I figured most girls don't wear panties
with their tights. Mother and I had a long discussion about periods and
sometimes a girl needs to have feminine protection. A panty liner is
stuck on the inside of a girl's panties to prevent menstrual blood from
staining her skirt or undies. Mother seemed a bit nervous talking to me
about girls and periods, but I took it all in stride. When we went
underwear shopping, Mother bought me a big pack of liners and some
tampons as well. We didn't get into that conversation just yet. Mother
bought me lots of pretty panties then brought me to the training bra
section of the department. She didn't even talk to me at all but asked
an attendant to measure my chest and bust measurements. She picked out
five training bras and put them into the shopping cart. When she started
toward the nighties, I kind of freaked out a little. I told Mother I
thought I was just going to the dance classes. Mother explained that
girls are a lot different than boys. They tend to touch each other more
and they are always having sleepovers and shopping trips. If I'm to be a
part of that dance class, I'd better get used to the idea of having some
girlfriends asking me to hang out with them.
Shopping with Mother has always been fun. She's like a genius when it
comes to making the best purchases for her dollar. But she's not afraid
to spend her money on clothing. So I wasn't about to leave the store
without trying on things first. She selected a number of dresses, one of
the new bras and a panty; she walked to the cotton slips and removed one
of those as well from the rack. Into the dressing room I went, with
Mother close behind. She asked me to remove my boy things, including my
underwear. She just kind of smirked when she saw I was already wearing a
VS panty. I took that off as well. She held the new panty out and I was
directed to step into it. It was obviously a girl's panty because it was
all flowery and had lace trimming around the legs and a lacy waistband.
Mother told me that she'd gone into my computer and checked out many of
the websites I had been cruising and these panties seemed like many of
the underwear sites I'd been web surfing. I guess she was right because
if I were to select a panty to wear right now, this would have been the
one. She had me turn around and helped me with my first bra. I've read
that mothers are like that. They can't wait to get their little girls
their first bra. Mother gets to experience this even though I was born a
boy.
After a few bra strap adjustments and Mother sizing up her selections of
panty and bra, she selects the cotton slip and asks me to raise my arms
as she slides it over my head. It feels so nice. I asked her why girls
need to wear a slip under her dress and she explains that girl's dress
materials are a little more delicate and you can actually see through
them if a girl isn't careful. So we wear slips to make sure our panties
can't be seen under the material. I laughed a bit at that because it's
exactly that reason I stare so long at the girls and their tutus. I can
see through the material and it looks like I can see their panties. I
didn't say this to Mother, but just nodded my head and accepted her
explanation. The first of six dresses was then placed over my head.
Again I had to lift my arms and Mother slipped it on me. She buttoned
the back up and I couldn't help but wonder how a girl can button up her
dress without some help. Mother explained that that is what mothers are
for. All six dresses where of gingham small print floral materials and
the length went just below the knee. When we made the purchases, Mother
made me stand next to her at the counter and the girl at the cash
register kept looking at me kind of funny when she held up the panties
and bras. I think she knew those things were for me.
Mother and I took the packages and left the store. I knew there was a
Victoria's Secret store in this mall. Mother walked like she knew that's
where she wanted to go. I don't know if you've ever been in a Victoria's
Secret store but up near the front is where they keep the 'Pink' stuff.
It's a big circular bin with all kinds of young women's undies all
tossed about like girls would keep their own panty drawers. You're
probably thinking how I would know how girls keep their panty drawers.
Whenever Mother visits one of her friends, I usually have to go along
and if I get a chance, I usually sneak a peek into a panty or bra drawer
to see what delicates these ladies or their daughters wear. I figure
that the nylon material of a girl's panty just won't stay folded, so
they just stuff them in. Mother makes me fold my boy underwear and place
them properly in the correct drawer.
Just as I suspected, we went right to the pink bin, and Mother started
digging around in the panties bins, with me standing right next to her.
The girl on the right looked at me, then went right back digging through
some bras that were her size. She said the bra she found was just way to
pretty to be a bra and asked her mother to see if she could find a
coordinating panty. Mother had a handful of panties by this time and
took my hand, walking toward the cash register. She stopped at the
perfume counter on the way and picked up a couple of bottles. She
smelled at the caps, found a floral bubblegum smelling perfume and
spritzed it at me. She asked me if I liked the smell. I don't think I
had a choice and just nodded my head. It did smell good. She had me
stand next to her as she made the panty and perfume purchases and then
took me by the hand and out we walked again, into the mall. She walked
toward the door we entered and I thought we were just about through, but
there was a jewelry counter with lots of earrings and bracelets. Mother
had me sit in the chair where they do ear piercing and then walked
around looking for a little girl cute earring for a girl's first
piercing. She found a couple of pairs, and requested an ear piercing
with a diamond stud in each ear. The woman doing the piercing didn't
even blink. She took the diamond earrings and told Mother how adorable
they were and they'd look just precious on me. Mother told her I started
ballet next week and had to get the tomboy look out of me. The woman
just laughed. She pointed at the Victoria's Secret bag and told Mother
that should help. Some pretty bras and panties do a young girl wonders
on her tomboy attitudes. Mother pulled out some of the dresses she'd
just purchased as well and the training bras stuck to the hanger. Her
first bras, Mother informed the jewelry saleslady. The woman pierced my
ears and told me how wonderful it was that I was taking ballet and
started wearing bras. She told me I was a brave young girl and welcomed
me into womanhood, with my bras and pretty panties; I'd have a boyfriend
in no time. Mother just smiled, paid the lady and I walked away with
girly earrings and a bunch of packages that only girls would be happy
about. Don't misunderstand, I was happy. It's just hard to believe that
all this girl stuff was happening so fast after Mother decided she'd be
happier with a daughter than with a son. And I got to be her experiment.
I hope I'm not giving you the impression that I was some unwilling
participant being forced to wear girl's things as punishment for
something. I really didn't do anything wrong. I didn't get caught
wearing Mother's panties or anything like that. I just happen to wish I
was born a girl and get to wear the cute dance costumes that the girl's
in Miss Johnson's ballet class got to wear.
Maybe I felt that Mother would like me more if I were a girl. I don't
know. She's told me she was just as happy with a son, but girls are
different and they bond differently from boys. She told me its okay for
girls to see each other in their bras and panties, because girls don't
go all crazy about seeing other girls scantily dressed. She told me that
boys are more visually stimulated and get all hard when they see a girl
in her intimates. Girls don't think that way, she told me. It's just
underwear, Jamie, she said. And when you see a girl in a bikini or a
leotard, it demonstrates that a woman is proud of her body and likes the
attention she gets when she shows it off. Mother and I put the packages
in the car and started walking back to the mall. They have a K-Mart in
this mall and she suggested I look at some swimsuits and accessories. I
had no clue what accessories were, but I was soon to find out. We bought
three swimsuits at K-Mart. I didn't understand why I needed three
bathing suits, but these were all two-piece bikinis and Mother told me
that girls want boys to think that they are rich and have an assortment
of sexy swimwear and intimate clothes.
We went into a store that sold accessories. Things like bracelets and
necklaces. They even had tiaras and boas; though I couldn't for the life
of me think of a place I'd wear either of those. Mother told me that
when we girls get together for sleepovers, I'd find that I was happy to
have dress up stuff. It's just girl fun, she told me. She bought a lot
of cheap makeup and pretty smelling soaps and stuff. I was really having
a lot of fun with Mother as we bought the most girly of things that no
boy would possibly find interesting. Things like mirrors and mascara.
Eye shadows and perfumes filled the basket. Mother found some cute
little knick-knacks for my room. I didn't know that little girls like
kittens, but I found a cute top with kittens on it and Mother said I was
such a girly-girl. It made me hug her tight. She found a calendar with
ballerinas practicing the five positions and other dancing poses. Mother
said that'd be me pretty soon. At first I was embarrassed, but after a
while, I could understand that to stand like those girls was just so
womanly and feminine, I could only hope I could achieve those stances.
We had a really nice shopping day, Mother and I. I was really feeling
like a young girl with all the things Mother had bought me. When we got
home and I put all my new things away, Mother came in with a pink
wrapped present. I told her she gave me enough girl things and I
couldn't possibly have room for anything else, but I unwrapped the gift
anyway. Inside was a porcelain doll in the most beautiful of dresses. I
gasped when I saw the pretty dress. Mother told me she'd gotten this
doll when she was a little girl and always wanted to give it to her
daughter someday. Today was that day. She told me ever since she got
that doll, she's been looking for a dress just like it. She asked me to
lift the doll's skirt to see the intimates. The doll was wearing a long
lacy bloomer and what looked like a teddy. Mother told me that she was
going to get me intimates just like my new doll. She knew I'd like that.
Now I know your thinking my Mother is warping her son into wearing girls
things and happy about receiving a little girl's dolly. It wasn't like
that at all. Mother wasn't just fulfilling some kind of weird dream or
anything like that. She wanted me to be happy. She knew that I liked
girl's things and she very delicately started introducing me to
girlhood. She didn't force me to wear panties and leotards. That was all
my choice. When I hung up my dresses, I started slowly removing boy
things from my closets. When I needed space for panties, bras, and
slips, it was easy to throw away those ugly, yucky boy things and I
really enjoyed seeing pretty lingerie when I opened my lingerie drawers
for undies for the day. I got so comfortable wearing a pretty bra, I
felt naked without one. A girl really is concerned about a boy seeing
her intimates; a slip is nothing to put on as long as it keeps a girl
appropriately covered. As a boy I really didn't care if anyone saw my
nipples, but as a young girl, totally unacceptable. I'm going to wear
bras from now until I die, I guess. And as silly as it is, a pink bra
with a matching pink panty makes a girl feel really pretty inside. A
sexy lacy panty makes a girl feel sexy. Wearing a bikini does wonders
for a girl's self esteem. I feel good in one, and I really like getting
ready for bed, wearing a ballet length silk nighty and Mother wearing
something similar.
Elle
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