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It started with a pink toilet cover. I thought it was a bit peculiar that
Mother would have purchased a pink toilet cover for my bathroom, but I
didn't say anything about it. I didn't complain or ask her specifically
why a pink toilet cover would seem appropriate for a boy's bathroom. The
next week, a pink waste basket and hand towels showed up in my bathroom
as well. Once again, I didn't say anything. It's not like pink is my
least favorite color or anything. Actually, it brightened up the bathroom
a bit. Mother seemed a bit happier lately as she was humming more when
cleaning the house. I sat in front of the television playing some
computer game. I don't remember what it was. Mother surprised me a bit by
asking if I wouldn't mind helping her empty the car. I stood immediately
and asked how I could be of assistance.
Mother informed me that there were some packages in the car and it would
be a great help to her if I emptied those items and put everything in the
kitchen. She also asked if I'd assist by putting some of the groceries
away. I went to the car and started empting the plastic Wal-mart bags
from the car.
I couldn't help but notice a lot of pink stuff in many of the bags. I
didn't ask Mother as she was vacuuming but it was just Mother and I
living at home and Mother wasn't the girly kind of woman surrounding
herself with feminine things all the time. She was feminine, mind you,
always smelling pretty nice and trying to look her best. As for me, I
guess I am just the typical teenage boy, long hair, not very neat,
playing computer games and not trying my hardest in school. So I
continued emptying the bags, wondering if maybe Mother wasn't pregnant or
something, maybe expecting a daughter soon. If so, she hadn't told me
about it. She hadn't been dating that I was aware of. Maybe she was just
going through one of those phases in a woman's life when she missed her
childhood years and memories. I thought I might ask her about it later.
Once I'd finished emptying the car, I started on the bags in the kitchen.
Mother walked in and suggested I put on an apron so I wouldn't get my
clothes messed up. I looked at her like she was crazy. I was wearing
jeans and a grubby shirt, not concerned about my clothing at all. But
Mother insisted and handed me an apron, so I put it on. It wasn't all
girly and feminine, but it was one of those long ones. A halter style,
Mother informed me. I thanked her and started emptying the bags. I stayed
away from the pink stuff and tried just emptying the food items. There
didn't seem to be a lot of meat in this week's purchases. There were a
lot of salad items and diet drinks, some lean frozen meals, but nothing a
teenage boy would be interested in. No chips, no sodas, no hamburgers or
bologna. I was about to ask Mother when I noticed she'd started emptying
those weird pink bags I'd been afraid to touch. They turned out to be
sheets and curtains for a girl's room. I asked Mother if she was
expecting guests or something. No, she said. She just liked the colors
and designs and asked if I thought they were cute. I said they were okay
for a girl's room. She just smiled and continued emptying the bags. I
noticed some girl's clothing items as well. Way too small for Mother, and
just too girlish for a mature woman. Once again, I didn't say anything
figuring if Mother wanted me to know something; she'd tell when the time
was appropriate. I learned that a long time ago. Mother would tell me to
just mind my own business. She emptied a bag with a pink toothbrush and
holder, girl's shampoo and conditioner, a girl's night shirt and
underwear, and some kind of girl's smelly soap. She held the soap up to
my nose and asked if I liked it. I told her it was okay for a girl's
soap, I guessed. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued putting away
groceries as Mother took those items and brought them back toward my
bathroom.
I was just about finished emptying the groceries when Mother pulled a
pink bridesmaid dress from one of the larger bags that wasn't from Wal-
mart. I didn't notice that the bag was from a bridal store not far from
home. I'd removed the bag but didn't think much of it. I asked Mother if
someone in the family was getting married soon, and she smiled at me and
confirmed that a marriage was in the near future, but I needn't worry
about it. When she removed the pink dress from its bag, she held it up to
me and said that it was going to look perfect. I looked at Mother like
she was crazy. She opened another bag that held a full slip, nylons,
shoes, and some other accessories. Mother took the dress and accessories
bag and brought them into her room. I was worried she'd want to put them
in my room since I knew her closet was full.
She came back in a continued with the pink stuff. I don't know why I was
so afraid of them, but Mother just kept pulling out girl stuff like I
shouldn't be surprised about any of it. There were things in there like
panty liners and tampons and stuff. She pulled out some make-up and
things for a young girl's hair. Bows and ribbons and little clip on stuff
that I'm sure meant something to Mother. She started putting all that
stuff in the pink waste paper basket and brought it all to my bathroom.
Now I was definitely curious. I walked back to my bathroom behind Mother
and when she started putting those things in my bathroom drawers, I
started asking questions.
Mother informed me that one of our neighbor's daughters was going to get
married, and I knew right away which one. She also informed me that I was
to be a bridesmaid in the wedding. Mother then asked if I knew why I was
invited to be a bridesmaid. I hung my head and confirmed that I did have
reasons for being asked to be Michelle's bridesmaid. Mother asked if I
had any objections and continued putting away things that only a woman
would be comfortable around. She smiled at me and congratulated me on
being selected for being one of Michelle's bridesmaids and informed me
that we had a lot of work to do in the next few weeks to prepare for the
wedding so we'd best get hopping.
Mother and I went into the kitchen and sat down at the table. She told me
to start at the beginning and please explain to her why she had to find
out the hard way about this selection of Michelle's best male friend
being selected for a girl's position in a wedding. I started at the
beginning.
Michelle moved in next door about five years before, and I fell in love
almost immediately. She was a very seductive type of girl, leaving her
window open when she was dressing or pretty much most of the time. She
knew I was looking at her almost anytime I was in my room. I'd open my
window and just stare at her all the time. She didn't seem embarrassed or
anything when I saw her undressed or in very little clothes. She seemed
to enjoy antagonizing me by taking off her bra or panties and allowing me
to see her naked. One day she told me if I didn't sneak over after
everyone was in bed, she'd tattle on me being a peeping tom if I didn't
come over and spend some time with her. I did as she'd asked and climbed
through her window. She immediately directed me to put on some girl
pajamas, in case one of her parents heard them and entered her room. Then
she could just say a friend was staying the night. I didn't question her
at all and put a pair of her pajamas on. They were pink and girly but I
didn't mind as long as I got to be close to Michelle. She looked at me
and said she'd have to do something with my hair and maybe a touch of
makeup would help. I let her do whatever she wanted with me. She spritzed
me with perfume and played like I was her dress up doll or something. I
didn't think anything but that I was in love with this girl and I got to
be this close to her and even get to wear her clothes. How awesome was
that?
We did this on and off for a while. I'd sneak over to her house, she'd
dress me up and we'd mess around sexually. I just figured she was a
lesbian because she didn't seem to be interested in me as a guy, but made
me up as girlish as possible. She had me try on all her clothes and
sometimes she talk about bringing me shopping so I could get some of my
own things. I didn't tell Mother about my adventures with Michelle, but
found out later that Michelle told Mother all about it. This had been
going on for a while, these little adventures to Michelle's bedroom. One
time, Michelle invited me over to a slumber party with a bunch of other
girls. I told Mother I'd been invited to a friend's house and I'd be out
for the evening. Little did Mother know that I'd be next door, romping
around in a cute nighty with a bunch of girls, trying on makeup and
talking about boys. The other girls had no idea I was Michelle's next
door neighbor boyfriend. She'd told them I was a cousin visiting from out
of state. I wasn't going to argue.
I guess that's why I let my hair grow long. Michelle liked to play with
it and make it up all fancy and pretty. She never gave me a perm, but I
did start getting comfortable with bows and ribbons and pretty
hairstyles. Still Mother had no idea that I'd been to a girls' slumber
party or a real dress up doll for Michelle to play with. We had sex and
all that, though I was very careful about using protection. Michelle
liked that about me. She said I was so organized and concerned about
things. She even told me once I'd make a great bridesmaid, keeping
everything organized and running smoothly.
I told Mother I hadn't seen or heard from Michelle for over a year since
she left for college and pretty much gave up on my dress up time with her
when she left. Mother informed me that Michelle had met David at college
and the two are now going to be married. I asked what this had to do with
me. Apparently, David had a brother who was born 'a little slow' and
Michelle had talked with Mother about the wedding and the bridesmaids and
none of the 'real' bridesmaids wanted to be escorted by a retarded young
man. Mother told me that Michelle told her about our little escapades and
that Michelle thought I'd be the perfect bridesmaid to be escorted by
Richard, David's brother. I hung my head in shame as Mother told me I had
no choice. As a matter of fact, she informed me, she almost wet her
panties thinking about me as a bridesmaid and confirmed with Michelle
that I'd do it. That I had no choice since I enjoyed dressing up with
Michelle so much, it was going to be Mother's turn to play dress up with
me. She told Michelle she always wanted a daughter anyway and this was
her opportunity to make it happen; at least for a little while.
Mother informed me I had two weeks to get feminine enough that Richard
would in no way suspect that I wasn't a real girl. Mother told me that
there would be no one in that wedding other than David and Michelle who
would even know I was really a boy. And she'd make darn sure it stayed
that way. She pulled out a few more packages that hadn't been opened yet
and started telling me about Nair and panties and bras and stuff that I'd
be using for the next few weeks to get myself ready. I asked Mother why
Michelle didn't just ask me directly. Mother said that Michelle thought
I'd need a little coaxing, and if Mother found out about my cross-
dressing over at Michelle's house, she might get angry or disappointed.
Michelle explained to Mother exactly what happened at her house and that
there was reason to get angry or upset. Mother told Michelle that she
would have encouraged me in my feminine mannerisms and helped in the
dress up if that's what I wanted to do.
I told Mother that it wasn't what I wanted, but Michelle preferred me as
a young woman, and I just played along. Mother would hear nothing of this
and insisted that any typical boy would never allow a girl to dress him
up like a girl with bras and panties and such. She just agreed with
Michelle that it would be a wonderful experience for me to be a
bridesmaid and that I would enjoy being escorted by Richard. And if
Richard needed any help in understanding girls, then who better than I
could assist him. Oh, well. I guess I had two weeks of female training
ahead of me to prepare with a date with a retarded young man needing a
bridesmaid to escort so he could be part of the bridal party. Never
before had I heard of something like this happening, and now I was smack
dab right in the middle of it. Mother started filling the bathtub and
reading the instructions on the Nair bottle preparing me for my big
initiation into womanhood. She put rubber gloves and had me strip to my
underwear. She told me I'd not being wearing boy's underwear for the next
few weeks so I might as well take those ugly things off as well. She
handed me a tight young girl's panty and a matching bra and helped me to
dress at least in something. She started rubbing the Nail all over my
body, and realized she couldn't get my chest or bum with the lingerie I
was now wearing, so I had to remove what little covering I did have in
front of Mother.
After about 10 minutes, it started to burn so Mother had me get into her
shower for a couple of minutes, helping me to scrub my back and parts I'd
never been able to reach before, then quickly went to my bathroom and
stepped into the warm bath water. She'd prepared the water with nice
feminine smelling oil and bubbles. I can't recall the last time I'd taken
a bubble bath, but Mother told me to get used to it for a while, because
girls just love feminine smelling bubble baths. She handed me a pink
towel after I'd soaked a bathed for about 15 minutes. She helped me to
dry and opened a powdery puff box with a big pink puff ball smelling
something like vanilla and lavender mixed. It was a really strong
smelling powder but Mother told me it wouldn't smell so strong after I'd
worn it for a while. She then handed me some panties and a bra to put on,
which I did with little effort. Mother seemed to giggle a bit when I
demonstrated I'd mastered the ability of putting a bra on. She next had
me put a pink robe on to cover myself a bit then we walked together to my
room.
Mother had changed the sheets and blanket on my bed to a more feminine
style while I was bathing. She also put away much of the clothes and
girl's items she'd purchased. My room already started looking much more
like a young girl's room than a boy's room. With a pink lamp and waste
paper basket, pink sheets and a girl's bedspread, there wasn't much more
she'd have to do to make me feel like I was meant to have been born a
girl.
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