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Part IV Later during the day, I entered my room wearing only the leotard and tights, as Michelle had suggested. Mother seemed to like me dressed this way. She said it reminded her of her ballet days. I did feel I was working up a sweat (a glow, as Mother calls it.) I'd been doing all the household chores like cleaning and laundry when I finally got a chance to go back into my room for a break. I noticed Michelle's window open and she was in there! And there was someone with her. I quick closed the blinds some but left enough for me to peak. I certainly wanted to know what Michelle's future husband looked like, if that's who was in the room with her. She noticed my blinds go shut, I could see by the smile on her face. She pulled the guy with her closer to the window and gave him a great big long kiss. I was so jealous I could just scream, but then, she was marrying someone else. I had to get over that. Besides, I'm standing there in a leotard, watching her like a peeping tom, and I should expect she'd be interested in me? I watched through a crack in the blinds for a while. I saw she was starting to get undressed. I already knew what she was wearing under her jeans. How funny that was. She started undressing her man but left the window blinds open. I think she wanted me to watch for a while. I didn't know if David knew I was a bridesmaid living next door. I didn't watch for long. I already knew what sex was like with Michelle. I just did it earlier with her that day. I took off the leotard, put on a pretty nightie and laid on my bed for a while. I didn't feel like sleeping so just picked up a magazine on the nightstand. I laughed when I saw the cover. Mother must have put the new Brides magazine there. I flipped through the pages trying to see if there was anything else I might not have known about besides the bridal shower, the rehearsal dinner, and the wedding and reception. It looked like I was pretty safe with my limited knowledge of weddings. There were some cute dresses and lots of ads for men's tuxedos. It was a bit peculiar looking through that magazine as a bridesmaid. I saw things that I probably wouldn't have noticed before, like the girl's makeup and shoes. I was feeling pretty confident that I was going to look pretty darn good for this event. Mother knocked on the door around dinnertime and I asked if it was okay for me just to wear my nightie to dinner. I didn't really feel like getting dressed for dinner. Mother suggested we go out to dinner so I was going to have to get dressed up anyway. I picked a dress I hadn't worn before, laid it out on the bed, selected a coordinating panty and bra set, and a slip, and then headed for the shower. Mother complimented me on my selection of clothes and informed me we were going to a more adult type restaurant and informed me that if I was going to be drinking at the rehearsal dinner and wedding reception, I'd better have some practice. We went to a nice restaurant and were escorted by a handsome young man who kept looking at me like he was 'in love!' He talked directly with me and seemed to ignore Mother all together. We sat in a nice booth and Mother laughed after the gentleman left us to wait for the waitress. She told me he was totally checking me out. She reminded me that I'd best just order a salad and some bread. She'd handle the wine order. A few minutes before our waitress came over; a couple glasses of wine were delivered to our table. We were informed that these were from a couple of gentlemen at the bar who couldn't help but buy a couple of beautiful women a drink. Mother raised her glass to the gentleman and excused herself. She went to talk with them as I waited by myself for the waiter. A moment later, Mother returned with two nice looking men and introduced me. She informed me that we'd be dining with these guys and I slid over as one of them moved to sit next to me. Mother allowed the other man to sit first, and then slid in next to him. I was so totally nervous, and I never knew this about Mother. I thought she was happy to be married to Father, but then I noticed she'd removed her rings. We talked and found out that these guys were brothers, one visiting from out-of-state, and the other recently divorced. I have to tell you right on that nothing happened, other than a nice meal and conversation. Mother explained to me afterwards that she just took the opportunity to allow me an experience with a gentleman sitting next to me so I wouldn't be freaked out on Friday when I was to sit with Richard. The men paid for our dinner and drinks. I had a couple of glasses of wine, a nice dinner salad and bread. Mother lucked out and enjoyed some pasta. She informed the gentlemen I was to be a bridesmaid on Saturday and had to keep watch of my figure. With so little to eat and a few glasses of wine, I was feeling pretty good. I didn't even mind when the guy I was sitting next to put his hand on my leg. It wasn't like he was feeling me up, I mean he was old enough to be my father, put just a nice manly touch. I kind of liked it. And it was only for a moment. Mother drove us home, but did inform me she'd gotten a phone number and she might take advantage of that on Friday while I was at the rehearsal dinner. I informed Mother that I was extremely tired and wanted to nothing but to go to bed. I hung the dress and placed the lingerie in the hamper. I was beginning to understand why women need so many different kinds of lingerie, depending on the event or outfit. I just smiled about it, put my nightie back on, opened the blinds to see if Michelle might be back and then planned on going to bed. Michelle was at her window, by herself, also wearing a cute nightgown. We waved at each other. She opened her window and asked if she wanted me to come over or should she come over there. I invited her to my room this time. I don't think Mother would have minded. So Michelle came over and we slept together on my girly bed. Michelle laughed a little and reminded me that I could just tell mother we were having a little sleepover. Michelle smelled of sex. It wasn't bad or anything, I could just tell she was sweating a little and I'm sure she and David were passionate during my dinner with Mother. I didn't say anything to her, but I did sprits a touch of perfume on the bed and she told me it smelled nice. We slept in each other's arms and it was nice and quiet and comforting. Tomorrow was Wednesday and I'd be meeting the other bridesmaids and the flower girl. We were going to have a bridal shower party at Michelle's house and I was to arrive early to help with the preparations. Michelle asked me if I was going to walk around in the black leotard, she said I looked incredibly sexy! I told her I might wear it in the morning, but Mother purchased the yellow sundress for the bridal shower. Michelle told me that I'd need a nightgown as well as all the bridesmaids were flying in and staying at her house tomorrow night. The flower girl was just there for some instruction and lessons on bridal showers and girl stuff. Her mom was one of our neighbors and I was nervous to find out that she might recognize me. Michelle told me I had nothing to worry about. She said I was more of a girl than any of the women I'd meet the next couple of days. No wonder I slept so well. I honestly started believing I had nothing to worry about. When I awoke Wednesday morning, Michelle had gone. She just climbed through the window and went back to her home. She wasn't in her room when I looked through the window. But there was a small pink note left on the bed informing me I was to be at her home around 3:00. She also asked me to wear the leotard and tights again, and maybe that cute yellow tutu to accentuate my curves. She knew I had the yellow tutu because I'd shown her the yellow and pink tutus when she came over to see me in the bridesmaids dress earlier in the week. I pulled out the tights and the black leotard again, sat on my bed and put on the nude colored bra and panties and proceeded to get dressed in my ballet outfit. Mother came in with a pair of pink ballet flats. She said Michelle had brought them by earlier and thought they'd look good with the dancewear. She smiled when she saw that I was wearing the black leotard again. But this morning, I walked about the house with the tutu as well. Mother suggested I put on the ankle bracelet and practice sitting for a while. I didn't have to do that panty thing with Mother watching over me, but she was there to make suggestions. We cleaned some more and started cooking some things for the party. I told Mother it turned out to be a sleep over party but Mother was not surprised. She told me she knew Michelle and I slept together last night and she thought it was so cute to see us in our pretty jammies, hugging each other in our sleep. I wore an apron and kept going into my room to see if Michelle was home so I could show her the outfit. I wanted to raise my foot and show her the pink ballerina slippers, but I'm sure she knew I was wearing them. I decided I was going to wear them to the bridal shower. They weren't yellow but they were cute and went well with my outfit. Mother allowed me a little more food today but told me I'd have to be careful about Friday at the rehearsal dinner. If I ate too much there, I'd have a hard time trying to enjoy the wedding and reception if my corset were too tight. Around 2:00 I decided it was time for me to prepare myself for the shower. I filled a small bag with makeup and night clothes, fresh panties and a bra, and some shorts and a top to wear tomorrow. I took a nice long shower and powered and puffed myself to femininity. Mother came in to help. She pulled the yellow dress out, the yellow panties and bra, my yellow tutu, and some pantyhose. It's nice to have another woman about to help. She helped me dress and we talked about the shoes, as Mother had bought me nice yellow pumps to coordinate with the dress, but Michelle bought me the ballet slippers which were much more comfortable. I decided to wear the pumps and placed the ballet slippers in my overnight bag. I could change later when Mother wasn't watching. I arrived at Michelle's right on time, and she complemented my dress right away. Michelle's mother was standing at the door, looking around and asking how I had gotten there. She had no idea that I just walked from next door and I wasn't about to tell her. I told her my ride had just dropped me off and left me there. We entered her home and I whispered to Michelle that I put the ballet slippers in my bag and thanked her for purchasing them for me, they were just perfect! We went right to the kitchen, I had some food items that I'd brought and Michelle's mom looked like she'd been cooking all day. We'd decorated the living room with the bridal decorations and soon, the bell rang and others started arriving. Each was wearing pretty dresses similar to mine so I know I didn't mess up on what to wear at my first bridal shower. Mother helped me with this anyway. When Tammy (the flower girl) arrived, it seems like everything stopped. Tammy was wearing her flower girl dress and we welcomed her as one of the bridal party girls. She wanted to be a big girl so much; her mother and Michelle's mother went to the kitchen and let us talk with Tammy about her job. First thing we had to do was paint her nails the same color as all the bridesmaids. Mother had purchased a bunch of the stuff and I passed it out to each of the bridesmaids and then was asked to help Tammy with hers. I was really nervous about this, but luckily had enough experience in the past two weeks to know what I was doing without making any mistakes. We all sat around and talked about the wedding and just kind of introduced ourselves to one another. I'm sure Tammy felt really good because she was right in the middle of all these ladies conversations. I can't really go on and on about the bridal shower. There were games and food and laughter. Tammy stayed for only a while and we weren't expecting her to be at the rehearsal dinner. She certainly wasn't going to be sleeping over this night, as for one, there wasn't enough room, and she also lived in the neighborhood, and her mother took her home after all the fun and nail polish and instructions. Michelle's mom seemed happy to be able to spend some time with Tammy's mother. They stayed out of the way for a while and we bridesmaids got to know each other. There are three bridesmaids, the maid-of-honor, Michelle, and the flower girl. So I'm making the assumption that there are three ushers, one best-man, and David, the groom. Michelle said she's still working on the ring bearer. We had a wonderful time though and when it got a little late Michelle started getting the living room ready for the ladies to sleep. She talked with me about maybe if I was a little uncomfortable, she'd let me sleep in her room, but I'd hear nothing of that. All these beautiful girls around, I'd be crazy to not participate in a girls night sleep over. I spent a little extra time in the bathroom preparing for bed. I'd selected a little more modest nightgown. It went just below the knees and I wore a panty girdle to make sure nothing was bulging out the front of my night dress. I also wore the ballet slippers Michelle had given me. I was expecting a late night thing but we all fell asleep pretty quickly. Especially since they'd all flown in earlier that day. Some reading this may be wondering why I was allowing all this to happen. Was I being forced into this situation, or did I like it? Did I want to be a woman or something like that? I have to admit that my relationship with my mother has been the best it has ever been since I got into this bridesmaid thing. Do I want to be in the ceremony? Absolutely, Michelle is a wonderful friend and I never expected that she and I would ever get married. I'm happy for her and what I've seen of David so far has been cool. I've missed Michelle but she's more the college girl type, and I'm just a regular old guy living next door. Is Mother forcing me to do this? Absolutely not! When Michelle explained to Mother about our relationship and that Michelle liked to dress me up, Mother decided to act on it. I explained that if Michelle likes me more as a girl, and I get to spend time with her, then why not. It wasn't that big of a deal for me, and I got to learn a whole lot about women that I didn't learn at school. I'm not one of those studs at school or a sports jock. I'm more the academic type. I'm not like excited about going to college or anything like that, and Michelle is a year older than me. Michelle taught me about how much work it is for a girl to keep her skin soft and about hair removal and a very little about periods and monthly times. Mother didn't trick me, but she did start buying a lot of girl stuff for my room assuming that I'm the type of guy that would automatically help a woman in need. Michelle needed a bridesmaid who was somewhat organized and I was convenient. She didn't ask me for fear that I'd be angry about David, and about Richard being a little slow and all. I have been surprised at Mother's reaction and acceptance and her allowing me the privacy to explore this womanhood thing. We've never talked as much as we do now and I've gotten to know that she's not as faithful as I once thought. I'm not angry or upset, and I'm hoping that she'll go out with that guy on Friday when I'm at the rehearsal dinner. Father hasn't been around a lot lately. And I can understand my Mother's loneliness sometimes. I haven't decided about what's going to happen after the wedding. I'm kind of thinking that I'd like to explore this girl stuff a little more especially if it improves my relationship with my mother. She seems so happy about it and I guess she's always wanted a daughter anyway, so once again, I say why not? A day before the rehearsal dinner, and I'm waking up with a few girls around me, including Michelle. Life is wonderful. I rushed to the restroom first and changed into my shorts and a cute top Mother had bought me. My tee shirt bra was perfect and held my breast enhancements perfectly. No way could any of the girls figure I was a guy. I actually was up before them anyway so I wrote a quick note and headed home to get my head together. What the heck was I doing pretending I was one of them and acting like such a priss? Mother was awake and making coffee so I sat down and we talked for a while. I told her about Tammy and the nail polish and what she'd be wearing. Mother complemented me on my selection of clothing for the day. Maybe I am a priss. I started crying for whatever reason, I don't know why. Maybe the pressure was just too great. I slept well so I wasn't tired. I really didn't feel over pressured. It's not like I had to plan the rehearsal dinner, and the wedding was pretty much all set. All I had to do now was attend the rehearsal dinner, eat dinner with Richard and the whole wedding party. I knew all the girls already. Then the wedding on Saturday and the only difficult part about that was going to be wearing a corset for nine hours. What was wrong with me? Michelle called a few minutes later and asked why I left so early. I told her I wasn't feeling well and just thought it best to get away for a while. She understood and told me she was nervous as well. I told her everything was okay and not to worry and that I had a wonderful time at her bridal shower. She laughed a little and said it was probably just cramps. She told me to take a Midol and take a break today. She informed me that the rehearsal was at 4:00 on Friday and the dinner at 5:00 at the local Catholic Church. I asked if there was anything that I needed to bring or to do, and she just laughed and told me I'd done plenty already and to just take the day off and rest. She told me she and the girls had plenty to do today, with dress fittings and beauty parlors and stuff and she'd already seen me in my gown. I had nothing to worry about until Friday. After I'd hung up the phone, Mother told me she was glad I had the day off because there were some things we had to talk about. Mother handed me an envelope addressed to me from Father. She left me alone for a while to give me an opportunity to read it. Basically it informed me that my parents were to be divorced and the reason he wasn't around anymore was that he'd moved out and started a relationship with another woman. He told me he was proud of me and wished me all the luck and wanted me to know that he'd be there for me if I needed anything. He told me that my college expenses would be taken care of and that was just about it. Not a tear came to my eyes. Mother returned a few minutes after I'd put the letter down and hugged me. She asked me if there were any questions. Now I knew why the wedding ring was off her finger. She told me when things were really down, a girl goes shopping. She asked me if I had any desire to hit the malls. I had to agree that sounded kind of nice. I told Mother I needed to shower first, just to shave my legs. I felt pretty good in the shorts and tee shirt and the day was warm so I wasn't going to wear hose. I showered and powdered and found a pair of walking shoes that went well with my top. Mother let me borrow a pair of socks with those little pink pompoms on the back. I felt pretty good after that. We got into the car and went shopping. I needed absolutely nothing but Mother wanted to buy a new dress for her date with that guy we had dinner with the other night. I couldn't remember his name. Mother informed me it was William and told me that she'd spoken to him while I was at the bridal shower and they were definitely going on a date Friday night. Cool! We spent the morning shopping for dresses for Mother. I actually found it entertaining. I just sat there as Mother went in and out of the dressing room, asking me all kinds of questions and I understood them all. She trained me well about girls and clothing and dress lengths and all that stuff. She ended up buying a little black dress that did wonders in boosting her ego. We had to purchase some black stockings and Mother spent a few minutes in the lingerie department selecting a black full length slip and some panties and bras. Once again, I felt nothing out of the ordinary, like it was perfectly normal for Mother's son to be sitting there in the lingerie department as Mother selected intimates for her date with a man I'd only met briefly a few nights before. We hit the shoe store and then went to lunch together. In all my years, I'd never spent this much quality time with my mother. Now, with her divorce pending and us both going out on a date with guys we hardly knew, we had a lot to talk about. Mother made sure I didn't pig out at lunch today; she was so worried about my comfort having to wear a tight corset for so long. I told her I could just skip the corset but she said it went perfect with the dress and not to even think I could get away with not wearing that thing during the wedding and reception. We put the packages in the car, and then spent a few more hours just walking around the mall. It was so nice to walk so close with her and listen to her concerns about the divorce. She told me she knew it was coming because she'd evidence that he'd been with another woman. I didn't ask for details and she didn't sound all that disappointed. She told me they were moving farther and farther apart as the years passed by and she was okay with it. She did hug me and thanked me for being with her this day to shop and spend some time together. Mother finally got around to asking me what my plans were for the future. It seemed like it was all a dream for the past couple of weeks. I'd finished high school but hadn't selected a college yet. This girl thing kind of popped up all the sudden and I told Mother I was happy that it happened because I wanted her to know that I'd been a little disappointed in my relationship with her and Father all these years. The last couple of weeks allowed me to get closer to her and I was happy about that. About the girl stuff, I told her I enjoyed it, but it wasn't in my long- term plans. I thought it was totally cool that Michelle got into that kind of thing and I asked Mother if she thought Michelle's new husband would be into roll playing and all that. Mother said she didn't think so. We are allowed to play until we get married and start a family and have adult responsibilities but until then, playing dress up and not being too responsible were things that kids are allowed to do. She told me that's why she did all this. It was my chance to play and be happy for a little while. She wasn't disappointed about my plans, but told me she'd keep my room decorated like it was just in case I wanted to practice or hide from life for a while. I understood her completely and thanked her for that. I told her that I guess I really didn't have any choice and decided that I had better go on to college and see what life had to offer. She was happy about that decision. She even suggested I consider an all-girls school because she just loved having a full-time daughter. I told her I'd think about it. We went to a movie and then home for the evening. We both put on pajamas and sat in front of the television for a while. I didn't even think to look out the window over at Michelle's house. I didn't wear the dance clothes or try to make her happy. The evening ended with Mother and me talking about sex. She said that a bridesmaid can get 'it' if she wants it. I told her we decided I'd be in my time of the month, and besides, I'm not a homosexual. I hadn't even met Richard yet and why would I want to have sex with a retarded guy I hadn't even met yet? Mother explained that as good as I looked as a young woman, those guys were going to be on me like a cats on mice. She warned me that I should expect those guys to be touchy and huggy, and as good as I looked in my girly clothes, that opportunity was going raise its ugly head. I told her I understood and that my sexual experiences with Michelle were plenty to teach me what to expect in any sexual relationship. I told Mother I was sorry to hear about the divorce. We hugged and both went to bed. Michelle was standing by window when I entered my room. She told me she missed me. She came up and hugged me and we talked for a while. She was wearing her wedding night bedroom clothes. It was a really sexy white baby doll and matching panties. She lifted her nightie and asked me to suck on her breasts. We went to my bed and she lay down. I lay next to her and did as she asked, sucking her breasts like I was a hungry baby expecting Mother's milk. She put her hands down into her panties and started rubbing and moaning. I was worried Mother might hear but I knew Mother had the decency not to enter. Michelle brought herself off while I just enjoyed sucking on her breasts. I was certainly ready for sex but Michelle said she was trying to wait until Saturday night with her new husband. We both laughed about that and hugged for a bit. I told Michelle about my father's letter and she hugged me even closer. We slept together again. Imagine me in a respectable ballet length nightgown and Michelle in her wedding lingerie. She told me she wanted me to see it and I didn't argue. Michelle told me she just hated to sleep alone and she hoped I didn't mind her coming over uninvited. I said of course not, and I enjoyed her company and her warmth and comfort. It was nice to have her there comforting me as I'd learned of my parents impending divorce. We fell asleep quickly. Friday arrived with a thunderclap. Michelle and I both jumped when the thunder roared us both awake. Michelle almost screamed. She started swearing and asked me if I had an umbrella. I warned her that it would be a little dangerous running out in the rain with an umbrella and invited her to stay for breakfast. I'm sure Mother would love to have her visit this morning for a nice cup of coffee and a chat. She looked at me like she didn't have anything to wear. She said she couldn't go out in front of my mother in the nightie she was wearing. I laughed and told her she could borrow something of mine. Besides, she couldn't very well risk getting the baby doll nightie wet by running across the yard. I pulled out another nightie similar to mine and she changed quickly. I thought it funny that she went right to my panty drawer and picked out a panty to coordinate. I had a couple of robes and she borrowed one of those. Mother didn't seem surprised when both of us exited my room and entered the kitchen looking for coffee. She said we looked like sisters, and then made room at the table for a couple of young ladies looking for breakfast. She got up and started making some toast. She poured us our coffee and asked how we slept. I think Michelle was somewhat surprised at Mother's lack of concern that Michelle slept over again. She did ask if Michelle thought it was fair to marry David with her lesbian tendencies. My mouth dropped open when she said that. I wasn't a girl (though you really couldn't tell by the way I was currently dressed) so Mother really shouldn't consider Michelle a lesbian. She might be bi, but maybe David was okay with that. Michelle explained to Mother that David was fine with her sexual promiscuity. David's opinion was as long as he was getting sex with Michelle, anyone else was okay with him. I think Mother and I were both surprised by Michelle's response. She must be a walking sex machine if she needed sex all that much. We chatted over coffee about the rehearsal dinner as the storm subsided. Michelle left through the back door, but still climbed through her window as she didn't want her mother to see her enter through the front or rear entrances. I wasn't too concerned about getting my nightie or panties back. Mother and I both took showers and prepared ourselves for the day. Not much was going to happen until around 4:00 pm when I had to go to the wedding rehearsal and Mother wasn't doing much until her date with William at around 7:00. Mother suggested we go swimming. She told me she'd purchased a couple of swimsuits for me and wanted to see me in them. I put the bikini on first and walked out showing Mother how I looked in a two- piece. I told her I looked too much like a boy because my hips weren't wide enough. I went back in to my room and changed into the one piece. It was a halter styled faux-crossed front and with my breast pads in place, I think I looked pretty good. Mother agreed, put on a skirted one-piece and we went to the public pool for the first time ever as a mother and daughter. I figured a way of pushing my testicles up into my body and rolling my penis up there as well, and then with a piece of tape holding me into place, I managed to maintain a nice feminine shape near my privates. Mother suggested I consider a Brazilian wax sometime in the near future but for now, I'd done a nice job shaving down there. We brought some magazines and sunscreen and a beach umbrella. Mother had one of those large beach bags so I got away with just carrying my purse. I remember Mother and Father taking me swimming a couple of times but this seemed somehow different. Not because I was wearing a woman's swimsuit, but it just meant more, like Mother wanted to spend more time with me. There were a few younger boys at the pool trying to impress me. I actually recognized them from school but there was no way they'd recognize me. I swam just a few minutes just to cool off but kept my hair out of the water. I remember Mother always being concerned about the chlorine in the water damaging her hair. I tied my hair up as best as I could and just walked around the low end of the pool for a few minutes. When I got out, Mother had already set up a spot where we could get plenty of sun and read our magazines in comfort on those portable lawn loungers. Mother really came prepared. She had some plastic cups with iced tea and little umbrellas floating in the drinks. She put a Glamour magazine on my chair. She was thumbing through the Modern Brides magazine I'd seen earlier in the week in my room. She told me that to look m best, I'd need a touch of sunlight on my skin, giving the impression that I was an active girl and did get out every once in a while.