Jamie s Bloomers Part II
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Aren't those just the cutest cotton bloomers, the woman at the beauty
parlor complemented me. She had me take off my blouse so I wouldn't get
it dirty when she did my hair all fancy. I'd left my shorts on and the
woman noticed it was all a one-piece garment. I couldn't take it off
unless I'd taken off my shorts as well. No matter, she said. She'd be
really careful. Mother told Carol, the hairstylist, that it was a one-
piece and she had one on as well. "Well, isn't that the cutest, mother
and daughter matching bloomers.
I sat in the chair for a while, flipping through a Seventeen magazine, as
Carol did my hair. Mother had a woman come up and do a manicure and
pedicure as well. I'd never felt so pampered in all my life. Mother said
it was important for a first date that everything went just right.
She explained that it wasn't me she was worried about but William. This
was William's first date and his mother wanted everything to go well.
Remember that William knows I'm a boy but wants the experience of a real
boy-girl date. Mother was talking with Carol about this as if I weren't
even there. She didn't divulge my gender identification issues; she just
talked about how excited she was about me going out on my first date.
Carol just smiled and made Mother feel confident that I'd be the best
looking girl out there tonight. We were finished by 10:00 am so we
decided to go shopping for a bit then out to lunch. We hit the mall and
walked most of the time. It was just too hot outside to be outdoors today
and the air conditioning felt pretty nice in the mall. Mother didn't seem
to think at all about any discomfort I might have felt while looking at
dresses or swimsuits. We'd walk through lingerie departments and Mother
would hold something up.
After a while, I got so used to it, I actually felt comfortable looking
at the J.C. Penney young women's bras and panties and started thinking
about what outfit I'd wear different underthings with. That's when you
know you're like a real girl when you start thinking like that. When we
went to home furnishings, I saw things that I'd like for my room. Pink!
Wow, I told Mother that a lamp would look cute on my dresser, or a throw
rug went well with my waste paper basket. I asked her if it was like this
all the time, coordinating things and admiring accessories and noticing
things that a boy would never even see when it was staring at him in the
face.
She showed me some necklaces and bracelets that I just loved, and I even
went as far as to have my ears pierced with some cute earrings that I
thought would look just perfect with that pink headband Mother had bought
earlier in the week.
At first I was really nervous about a date with a boy, or having a sleep
over with a bunch of girls, but you know what? If you just act like you
belong there, nobody gives a damn. I wasn't advertising myself as some
kind of sissy or something. I was just my Mother's daughter and I felt
wonderful and I belonged there. I didn't care what anyone thought or did.
Mother and I had a wonderful time together.
We went to Chili's for lunch - salad and a very light soup for both of
us. Mother told me that from now on, I'd be drinking tea or diet soda.
I've got to reduce my food intake so I don't gain a lot of weight. After
trying on dresses and stuff, I could really understand why girls are
constantly watching what they eat. And once again, it was fun!
Mother purchased a few things and we got home in plenty of time for a
nice little nap before I started to get ready for my date. Mother put on
a swimsuit and went outside to sun herself. I just slipped out of my
dress and lay on my bed in just my bra and panties and slept like a
little angel. It was nice to not be worried about my date. I wasn't
worried about William trying to kiss me, because I couldn't control that.
I knew exactly what I was going to wear and I knew where he was going to
take me, and I knew that he was going to touch me during the movie.
Pretty weird for a guy to know all that, or a girl for that matter. I
felt like I was ready, so a nap was just a nice little diversion from the
day. Mother woke me in plenty of time for a nice little bubble bath. She
had washed my bloomers and selected a panty and bra set, lying out on the
bed when I got out of the bath. She had the dress hanging on the door
handle. After I put on my intimates, Mother had me sit at the vanity and
started working her magic.
I was made up in minutes. She sprayed me with perfume and powdered me
with a glittery powder. She called it magical fairy dust. I glittered.
She selected a slightly darker pink shade of lipstick, not too
promiscuous, she told me. My eye shadow was a pinkish purple shade that
went just perfect with my dress and underwear. I did feel like a fairy
princess and I don't mean that in a negative sense.
She had just slipped on the dress and was buttoning the back when the
doorbell rang. She told me to wait five minutes before I was to come down
stairs. The only thing that I needed to do anyways was to put on my
shoes. I didn't need Mother's help with that.
When I did come out, William was sitting with Mother in the living room
on the sofa. Okay, I'm really not into guys, but you know what, he looked
handsome. I could tell he was a little nervous, with small beads of sweat
on his forehead, but that was probably because I took so long. He had to
figure what to say to Mother for all that time. I know he was going to
tell her our plans for the evening, but other than that, he was on his
own. Both stood when I entered the room.
I'm sure Mother was impressed when he walked over to me and held me by
the hands and looked me up and down and told me I looked beautiful! Okay,
William did his job. He told Mother our plans and told me how great I
looked. The rest of the evening, I was on my own. Mother wasn't going to
be there to guide me on young womanhood.
William held the door for me when we left, he opened the car door, helped
me in, you know the drill. He was a perfect gentleman.
I supposed you can guess the first question to come out of his mouth when
he got into the car. "Why do I do it?" he asked. Like I was supposed to
know what he meant. "Do what?" I asked innocently. You're a boy for
Christ's sake. I knew what he was going to say. Yadda Yadda Yadda - Why
do I dress up like a girl and all that crap that nobody seems to
understand. Some say a tranny gets a sexual feeling while wearing women's
intimates. Well, let me tell you how I responded to William's question.
William, I said, have you ever worn a bra? No, of course not, you're not
a girl. He started to tell me neither was I but I stopped him quick. I
said, William, imagine if you will that you were a girl and you had
breasts and you felt funny if they weren't covered. Wouldn't you think a
girl would feel a little embarrassed if her boobies were bouncing all
over the place? Yeah, he agreed. Okay. So a girl needs to wear a bra just
to cover her top. Now imagine if you were running around without
underpants on. Wouldn't you feel a little embarrassed if people say
you're naked as a jaybird? Of course you would. So you wear underpants to
cover yourself. Besides, it's illegal to be walking around exposing
yourself, Right?
Of course he agreed. So now, if I were to feel funny walking around
exposing what little breasts I have, then I'd have to do something to
cover them, right? He agreed. I could wear a shirt all the time, but I'm
more comfortable wearing a bra. And if I'm wearing a bra, then wouldn't
it make sense for me to wear underwear appropriate with a girl's bra?
Yes, again he agreed. So wouldn't I look silly walking around in boy's
underpants with a girl's bra on to cover my breasts? So there you have
it. I wear bras because I like my breasts covered and I wear panties
because it would look silly wearing boy's underwear with a girl's bra,
get it?
Okay, he said, but you're wearing a dress and makeup, and you slept with
a bunch of girls at a sleepover. I looked at him like he was crazy.
William, I asked, wouldn't I be the stupidest guy in the whole world if I
had a chance to sleep with 10 different young women and didn't take that
opportunity. He shook his head in disbelief. Don't misunderstand me,
William, I explained. It's not like it was a big orgy and I was the only
guy there. I wouldn't have been invited if any of them knew I was a guy.
I then got to the main answer. William, I said. My mother wanted a
daughter and she got a son. My father left her and she hated men since
then. So the only way I could get on my mother's good side was to be her
daughter instead. Wouldn't you feel like you were more loved by a parent
who didn't hate the members of your gender? So not only am I comfortable
wearing girls clothes because Mother accepts me better, but I'm more
comfortable as a young woman. Now have I yet said anything about any
sexual feelings I'd get while wearing pretty lingerie?
I explained that sense he was a boy, he'd never get to understand how
feminine a girl feels when putting on a sexy panty, and preparing for a
date. Yes, there are some sexual feelings while I'm preparing myself. It
feels sexy to shave my legs, and put on a pretty negligee. It feels a
little naughty knowing that the panties or bra I'm wearing will make your
penis stand a little taller when you see them. It makes my panties a
little wet knowing that you want to touch me down there and when I was
getting dressed, I sprayed a little perfume there so you'd want to put
your face down in that direction during the movie. So you tell me,
William, does a girl get a little sexual excitement while preparing for a
date with 'her guy?'
William drove on in silence. We made it safely to the restaurant, and I
could see William was a little hesitant about getting out of the car as
his 'member' was a bit engorged at the moment. I told him I could take
care of that if he'd like, but I don't think he was ready for that just
yet. We waited a few minutes and then he opened my door and we went into
the restaurant. We didn't talk about my dressing for the whole of dinner
so he wouldn't run into that problem again. Though he did stare at me for
quite a bit during the meal. I asked him why he was staring at me and he
just kept telling me I was beautiful.
Okay, I said, this is a little weird. But I didn't object too much. There
was a little dancing and he took me to the dance floor. That was nice. I
could feel his hardness when he held me close to him. He whispered in my
ear asking if I was really wearing sexy red panties and a bra. I laughed
and called him naughty. I told him they were black. I said a girl who
wears black panties wants to get fucked, or she's having her period.
Which did he want me to be? He turned beet red and we walked back to the
table. Dinner went pretty fast after that. William stayed the gentleman
after my whispered responses.
The movie (which I have no idea what it was because William had other
ideas) went as any reader might expect. First of all, William kissed me
even before we got into the theater. He opened my door, helped me to get
out and then just kissed me like really hard with his tongue and
everything. I told him he was messing my lipstick, but he didn't seem to
mind.
Like Mother said, if he kisses me, I'll know what to do. And I did. He is
a really good kisser by the way. My penis started getting big in my
panties and I could feel him hardening as well. We made it into the
theater and sat in the back. We necked for like the whole first hour.
After that, his hand started going up my dress. I'm glad I was wearing
the bloomers because as soon as his hand was on my leg and up a little,
he could feel the ribbon on the leg of the bloomers. They went down to
just above the knee. I could tell William was confused that I was wearing
a pair of long boxers with ribbons tied on the leg openings. I just
laughed at him. I did help him out though. I didn't let him get any
farther up my dress than the bottom of my bloomers, but I unzipped him
and showed him what a naughty girl could do to a guy's penis with just
her lips and tongue. William learned a lot about women that night. And I
learned a lot about women that night as well.
As a girl, I gave William his first blow job. I came in my panties
without even touching myself. I maintained some dignity by not allowing
him to fondle me in places I didn't want to be touched. I taught him how
he should treat a lady. I responded to his questions honestly and I think
he really did understand how he should treat girls when he takes them on
a date. I don't know if I messed up by giving him a blowjob at the
movies. That was my sexual fantasy and I honestly don't know if any of
the girls at the party the night before would have done what I did. I'm
not going to brag about it, and I talked to William about not talking
about it as well.
I haven't heard anything sense. William has not called me or invited me
out since and I really don't mind. His mother sent me a lovely 'thank
you' letter telling me that I did a wonderful job. Whatever that means. I
guess William has only said great things about his first date. Mother
couldn't seem to thank me enough. After I told her that he did kiss me
and that I wouldn't let him any farther up my leg than the bottom of my
bloomers, she gave me the biggest hug. Of course I didn't tell her about
kissing him 'down there' but I figure that was my business.
Anyways, I just wanted you all to know that I had some extremely
successful days and felt wonderfully feminine in my pretty bloomers and
thank you for your reviews. It's so nice to hear from others!
Jamie
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