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We sat on the couch in just our nighties, Mother and I watching some
video that I really wasn't paying much attention to. Mother seemed so
happy to have me sitting close to her as a young woman. We were almost
snuggling, being so close and I could feel her warmth. She never hugged
me like this when I was a boy. The smell of lavender and pretty girl
aroma seemed to float around the room. I can't explain it any better than
that. I know it just didn't smell like boy! Mother asked if I'd mind
painting her nails which I did, and then she did mine. She had me try on
some lipstick of the same color and told me I looked good in it. When I
stood up to go to bed, she patted me on my bum, and I knew she could tell
I was wearing a nylon panty because it was so smooth and silky. I slept
very well that night. Mother had put some girly sheets on my bed and one
of the pillow cases said 'Dream Princess Dreams'.
I guess I did because when I awoke the next morning, I was wearing a
pretty nighty, a bra and panty set, and still smelled of lavender. Mother
and I ate breakfast together, and then mother asked that I take a shower.
After that she'd help me to try on my dance clothes. She said she was
concerned about my bra and bust line and wanted to see if we needed to
get a higher cut panty so my underwear wouldn't show. I didn't seem to
mind in the least now that Mother assisted in getting me all this
clothing in the first place. As a boy, I would have been embarrassed
about mother seeing me naked, and I know, I'm still a boy, but this girl
pretending thing was really fun and if it didn't bother Mother, than it
certainly didn't bother me. As I was showering, Mother went into my room
and pulled the leotards and tights I would need for my dance class. She
also opened the catalog to the underwear section which told mothers what
girls should wear under their dance wear. Mother met me at the door with
a big pink towel and my undies, helped me powder and dry, and even had me
use secret deodorant. She told me that's what girls wear so get used to
it. I thought I smelled wonderful. I got into my bra and panties and
walked with Mother into my room.
The first thing she had me do was to step into the leotard and move
around a little. The back of the leotard is a low cut, but not so low
that my bra could be seen, but Mother was concerned that when I moved
about a bit, as ballerinas tend to do, that the bra or straps would start
showing. She helped me put some breast forms into the bra and I tried it
again for a while. The bra wasn't the problem, she noticed. She said she
could see my panty lines and even the panties when I moved certain ways.
She pointed out the flesh colored panties in the catalog and asked my
suggestions. She noticed that they weren't as pretty as my Victoria's
Secret panties but they were practical for dance class. She invited me to
join her to go shopping at a local dancewear store so we could find some
undies like those and not have to worry about delayed orders from the
catalog store. She informed me that I'd have to go into the dressing room
with a leotard and panties to try them on. She told me I'd do fine and
not to be such a sissy when I started complaining. I'd never been in a
dancewear dressing room, certainly not trying on dance panties.
We went anyway, Mother making sure I brought the leotards I needed for
the dance class. I wasn't worried about the skirted dance dresses but a
couple of my leotards did not have skirts and Mother informed me that I'd
have to rehearse in just a leotard and tights. And girls should never
show off their panties in front of others. I understood her concern so
agreed to try on the panties with different leotards. Mother also wanted
to get some of the beige colored bras with the plastic straps just in
case I needed a leotard with a lower cut back or possibly an off-the-
shoulder dance dress. She also wanted me to try on some tap dance shoes,
just in case, she said.
It was a short drive to the dancewear store. Some of the customers in the
store I thought I recognized from Miss Johnson's dance classes. They said
'hello' and we started talking about the dance classes coming up. They
were so excited to have another girl join their classes. Mother
interrupted and asked me to go in and try on the dance bra and panties.
The girls all agreed that the beige panty and bra with plastic straps
were perfect for dance classes. Mother told them how much she appreciated
their advice. I still had to go in and try things on. The girls saw me
exit the dressing room, wearing just my dance clothes and Mother checking
out the bra and panties. She was happy with the clothes and informed the
sales lady that I'd be wearing my new undies and the leotard out. She did
ask about some Georgette wrap-around skirts and the girls and I ran over
to the tutus and skirts and started looking through them. I picked out a
couple I liked. Mother purchased a few and I wore one out. We said good-
bye to the young ladies and Mother and I drove home. It was nice to know
that I now knew some of the girls that were to be in my dance class so I
wasn't so nervous about that first class coming up the next week. Again
Mother asked about the comfort of my new undies, and I informed her they
were fine. Mother told me she remembered her panties always seemed to
ride up her fanny when she wore leotards, and she wanted to make sure my
new panties weren't doing the same thing. I was having absolutely no
problems and informed her of such. We spent the day cooking and cleaning.
Mother had me put on an apron so as to not mess my new skirt and we
actually had a lot of fun that day. Father was off, who knows where?
Mother seemed to know but we really didn't talk about him at all. While
things were baking, Mother pulled out some makeup and started working
with me on practicing 'putting on my face' as she called it. I asked her
if mine fell off and we both laughed for a while. We did some nail polish
and talked again like we'd never talked before. She asked me questions
about school and boys that I hung around with. I didn't think about it at
the time, but talking about boys when I'm dressed as a girl was a whole
lot different than when I'm in 'boy' mode. She asked me if I felt like I
was attracted to them. I'd never thought about it before, but standing in
front of Mother in my leotard and wrap-around skirt, I told her I felt
like I'd like it if one of my friends saw me like this and thought I was
pretty. Mother said that when I wear fancy underpants, and a boy happens
to see them, that's like teasing the boy and they get all funny. She
asked if I'd ever felt that way when I'd seen a girl in her panties. I'd
told Mother that I wasn't like that. I'd look away if a girl were about
to show her intimates. Mother put her hand on my shoulder and
congratulated me. I was a true gentleman, she called me. Except now when
I was walking around like a ballerina, and she liked that just as much.
For dinner, Mother had me change into a new dress, with a slip and
pantyhose. Before we sat down to dinner, she changed my makeup to look
more for evening than for daywear. I wasn't a ballerina just now, but a
young woman dining with her mother. She showed me how to sit properly,
smoothing my dress out before I sat down as to not wrinkle it. She showed
me how to properly place a napkin and we talked about ladylike mouth
bites instead of yucky boys shoving their meals down without using a
napkin. Totally gross, Mother informed me. We sat and chatted and Mother
talked about how proper young ladies always let the gentleman talk first
and we're supposed to seem just the most interested about the dumbest of
things. She told me how boys love sports and try to impress us with their
skills. We laughed and giggled the evening meal away as Mother told me
about dating my father. She told me she was happy that I wasn't like
other boys always fighting and getting our clothes all dirty. And those
boys who flip up girl's skirts. She said she'd like to dress them up and
see how they liked it when someone saw their panties or slips. We laughed
at that for a while. Mother and I cleaned the dishes and the kitchen,
checked up on the house, then went to our separate rooms to change into
our pajamas. I don't know why but I selected one of my baby doll nighties
with matching panties. I kept the beige bra on because it just felt
right, and my new nighty felt just awesome. Mother was wearing a long
nylon nighty and we met again on the sofa to watch a movie. Again we
talked and I don't remember what the movie was but just to sit with
Mother, two nights in a row, was like magic. I didn't want Father to come
home for a long time.
Aunty Gaile invited Mother and me over for a swim on Sunday, so it was
not time to present myself to another member of the family as a young
girl. I brought all three swimsuits so Aunty Gaile could see them all. I
had to give a little fashion show of just me in my bikinis. Mother and
Aunty Gaile were very appreciative and clapped as I exited the restroom
and walked about the pool area in my new swimsuits. Aunty Gaile reminded
me that there were some bags of clothing I was not to forget when Mother
and I left. I assured her that I needed the clothes and Aunty Gaile had
some of the cutest dresses. I couldn't wait to go through those things
and hand them in my closet. We swam and I felt so comfortable around a
couple other ladies just swimming and girl talk. Mother told Aunty Gaile
about my dance class and our expedition to the dancewear store. She told
Aunty Gaile that I'd met up with a couple girls in my class and they
helped me pick out some wrap around skirts and confirmed the underwear
was just perfect for dance class. Aunty Gaile told me she always knew I
was a girl at heart and welcomed me to womanhood. Even she held me closer
than if I were a boy. It's like so cool to be able to see other women up
close in their bikinis. As a boy, I would never have been this close to
other girls or women. But as a woman, that accepted me as one of their
own. There is no subject that I couldn't talk about, any clothes I
couldn't try on. It's as if all the doors of the world that I wanted to
go into were now open to me. Boys can't look at Women's magazines. I can.
Boys can't go into Women's restrooms. I can. Boy's can't try on cute
outfits or even touch other boys. How limited they are or make themselves
to be. Boys touching boys are 'homo's' but girls can touch each other or
walk arm in arm without anyone saying anything. We can dress or undress
in front of each other like it's no big deal, but try and get boys to do
that. I just can't imagine it. I don't know, maybe in a boy's football
locker room or something, but that's just plain gross to think about.
Another feminine day and I was liking it more and more. Aunty Gaile
helped me with shaving around my bikini line. We drank iced tea and ate
salad. We snaked on strawberries and yogurt. Mother made sure I tanned
so that she and I could see a bikini tan line starting. She said the
other girls would notice if I had the wrong kind of tan lines. I'd never
have even thought of that and kissed Mother for reminding me. Aunty
Gaile's husband arrived home just in time for dinner. He kissed Aunty
Gaile and said hello to Mother but he honestly didn't even recognize me.
I'm glad he didn't. Mother told him I was a friend visiting for the day.
We stayed in our suits, put on little cover jackets, picked up the
clothes bags Aunty had prepared for me and left before Uncle Jim could
start putting two and two together. Mother and I spent the evening with a
little fashion show of some of the things Aunty Gaile had given to me.
There were some of the cutest sundresses and evening clothes any girl
could want. Aunty Gaile even gave me a couple of her old swimsuits. The
white crocheted bikini is just the most adorable swimsuit. Mother had me
fashion it and I put some heals on to accentuate the girlish walk I was
practicing. Again, we put on our nighties and spent some time talking
before bedtime. 'I love womanhood!' I told her as I drifted off to sleep.
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