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A Life Long Journey, Part 6
This is the story of my journey into the life of womanhood. It is the
result of my own memories and the stories told to me by Momma and other
relatives about my growing up. Some of this may not be accurate as my
memories of certain events might be colored by my feelings or my age at
the time. Still I have tried to be honest about them.
My sixteenth birthday had arrived and I was so ready for it. I had found
a part time job in a print shop as a counter helper. With just one
thought in mind, I had been saving every penny I got. I was going to go
shopping and buy myself my own dress and shoes. I just had to wait for
the right time to go. It had to be a time when Momma and Daddy would be
out of town for the weekend. I also was hoping for a day when Amy's
parents would be gone so she would be able to go with me and be there to
support my efforts to find the right dress.
Finally the day came. Momma, Daddy and Amy's parents were going to the
lake for the weekend. Amy, unfortunately for me, had to work that
weekend. That left me to go to the mall all by myself. Talk about being
nervous! But at the same time, I felt an excitement about it. Here I was,
going out in public as a teenage girl shopping for new clothes.
As soon as the grownups left, I rushed over to Amy's house to get ready.
She already had picked out the outfit I was going to wear and had
everything lying out on her bed.
I quickly got my shower, during which I shaved my body and washed my
hair. As I was drying myself off, she came in and handed me a bottle of
lotion. I was told it would make me feel so good after shaving like I
had. I had shaved my legs before a few times but this was the first time
Amy had ever told me to use lotion afterwards.
It felt so nice smoothing that stuff all over my smooth hairless body.
And it had a slightly feminine smell that it left on me. I started with
my toes and slowly worked it all the way up to my neck. Every inch of my
body was covered.
I wrapped a towel around my head to help dry my hair and one around my
body to cover up in. The one around my body was just under my arms and
covered what little breasts I had but I still loved it. I just wish I had
more to cover up. But what's a girl to do?
Padding barefoot into her bedroom, the two of us started my
transformation into a girl ready for a trip to the mall. It all started
with my putting on the panties Amy had for me. They were pastel blue hip-
huggers with tiny dark blue flowers all over and blue stretchy lace trim.
I was just starting to pull them up past my knees when Amy handed me a
sanitary napkin and said, "You will want to use this. And keep at least
one spare in your purse. You just never know what may happen today."
Taking the napkin, I unwrapped it and inserted it into my panties. By
this time, I had used so many that I was used to the way it felt to have
a pad in place. Amy had frequently let me use one when she did so I would
see kind of what it was like to be a girl and have a monthly cycle.
Next it was time for my bra. It was a seamless white bra that was
designed to be worn under a t-shirt. The design was such that it would
support a girl's breasts and not be too obvious. I placed the band around
my waist so the eyes were in front, hooked them and then turned the bra
around. Slipping my arms thru the straps, I once again dreamed of having
a reason to wear a bra like that. The bra was a seamless one that was
kind of low cut (for when Amy wore something and wanted to show off a
little cleavage). Since I didn't have any to show, I had to stuff a
couple of socks into the cups to make it look like I did have boobs.
Next came the skirt I was going to wear. Amy had selected a cute white
pleated skirt that was just barely knee length. I had worn it before and
knew just how it would fit me. Stepping into it, I slowly pulled the
skirt up to my waist. As soon as the button at the waist band had been
fastened and the zipper pulled up, I did a little swish to make my skirt
swirl around my legs.
For today, I was going to wear a pink polo shirt. I still enjoy the fact
that a blouse buttons opposite from a boy's shirt. Wonder why that is. No
matter. With the blouse on and buttoned up, I lifted my skirt to tuck in
the blouse and pull it down. I had discovered some time ago that when a
blouse is tucked into a girl's skirt, her boobs tend to look a bit
bigger.
As for my legs, Amy suggested that I not wear any hose or socks. She said
I should just let my nice legs show to better attract the attention of
boys. I must admit, I did have nice looking legs now that they were
hairless.
As I stood up to admire myself, Amy handed me a pair of black flats to
wear. As I slipped into them, once again, I was so thankful that Amy and
I wore the same size. I was a little surprised that she didn't offer to
let me wear a pair of her heels. When I made a comment about that, she
simply said "remember, you are going to be on your feet all day and you
are not used to wearing heels. Trust me, flats are the way to go for
now."
With all the excitement of getting dressed, I nearly forgot about the
towel around my head. Thankfully, Amy didn't. She sat me down in a chair,
took the towel off of me and started to comb me. She worked quickly and
with care since I had a lot of tangles. But, before very long, my hair
was styled in a way that made me look so pretty and girly. I had a part
down the middle with the hair on both sides straight down around my ears.
My wispy bangs came to just almost touching my eye brows.
As a final preparation, Amy handed me her makeup and had me put it on.
First was the foundation to even out my complexion. Then I set that with
a light dusting of powder to give me a "mat" finish. I then applied a
little blush to give me some color in my cheeks. The brush I used lightly
touched my cheeks and soon I had a glow that made me smile.
Time for my eyes. I selected a soft mink brown for my eye shadow. For
today, I was going to use just one shade of color, save the two or three
color scheme for a more special time. Gently I stroked the applicator
across each eye until I was satisfied with the results.
The mascara was next. I used a blue/black so my lashes would be more
noticeable. With each stroke of the brush, I could sense my lashes
getting fuller and appearing longer. As was suggested in one of Amy's
teen girl magazines, I applied two coats, letting each coat kind of dry
before the next one.
For my lips, I put on pink lipstick (the same shade that was to become my
favorite, Pink Coral). I had been practicing putting it on for a while
and Amy was rather surprised at how well I did. I even remembered to blot
my lips between layers.
I thought I was ready to go but Amy had a couple of other things for me.
She reminded me that I did not have any jewelry on. Reaching into the
pocket of the pants I had worn over to her house, I pulled out a pair of
magnetic earrings, the same pair she had given to me a couple of years
ago. She was so flattered that I would wear them on this special day.
The only other thing she had was to hand me a purse of hers. Into that
purse, we put my lipstick, compact, a little coin purse (for any coins I
go as part of the change from my purchases), my keys, a billfold with my
driver's license (hated that it showed me as a boy) and all of the money
I was taking for shopping, the extra napkin, and some tissues in a little
pack. Finally I was ready. With a sisterly hug, Amy wished me good luck.
As I walked out of the front door, my skirt swishing against my bare
legs, Amy called out, "be careful. You don't want to have to explain your
driver's license to a police officer if you get stopped or have an
accident. And enjoy your day at the mall."
With a little wave of my hand, I slid into my car, took the key out of my
purse, and started off for the most exciting day of my life.
It took me about forty minutes to get to the mall because of traffic and
because I was being so careful trying to not attract attention to myself.
When I finally arrived, the closest parking spot was quite a ways from
the building. There was no other way, I would have to park and walk
across the parking lot.
Once again my nerves almost got me in trouble as I got out of the car. I
was not used to carrying a purse and almost locked mine in the car. I
noticed it on the seat just before closing the door. Close call that
time!
I still remember hearing my heart beating underneath my bra as I walked
past parked cars and into the mall itself. But still this was something I
just had to do. I had to prove to myself and the world I was a girl and
not a boy.
I found it interesting how feeling my skirt against my legs seemed to
give me some confidence. The longer I was out of the car and not noticed,
the better I felt about the whole thing. Still there was a sense of
nervousness about what I was doing.
Upon passing thru the doors of the mall, I was assailed by all the sounds
of the crowd and the stores. For some reason, my senses seemed to be
sharper. Sounds seem to be louder and crisper, colors brighter and
sharper. Even the smells from the food court seem to be more intense to
me.
Looking around, I had to decide what to do and where to go first. There
were stores that catered to teenagers, salons to get a manicure and
pedicure, and stores that had specialty items like the one that sold only
earrings and necklaces.
I almost went in for a manicure first thing but I thought it would be a
shame to get one and then have to "destroy" all that work just because I
would not be able to explain it to Momma and Daddy.
Entering the "GAP", I made my way to the skirts. There were so many to
choose from. I carefully looked over each style and color. How do girls
ever decide on just one or two? Finally I took a couple off the rack and
went to the fitting room to try them on. As I entered that area where men
were not allowed, I could feel my heart pounding away and I was certain
others could hear it as well. But when no one seemed to take a second
look, I felt better about it all. Finding an empty booth, I managed to
try on both skirts.
There I stood, in just my panties and bra, other teenage girls just a few
feet from me in various stages of dress doing the same thing I was,
trying on skirts. The thrill I was feeling was not sexual in nature.
Rather it was the thrill of the hunt girls feel while looking for that
one perfect outfit that will make them more attractive to the boys, give
them the edge over other girls.
Even with trying on four different skirts, I didn't find just the right
one. I was going to continue until my tummy started to rumble. Looking at
my watch, I realized it was way past lunch time and I had not had any
breakfast. I decided to continue the hunt after stopping for some food
so; I took off for the food court.
I really needed to eat something. But before that, I needed to visit the
women's restroom and pee. The thought of my going in with other women
nearly caused me to have a panic attack but what was I to do? I had to go
really badly and yet, I couldn't go into the men's restroom dressed as I
was.
Amy has often told me about the line women stood in just to use a public
restroom. I thought she was kidding me but it turned out to be true.
Lucky for me, the line wasn't that long and I soon was able to relive
myself as well as change my sanitary napkin. And, before leaving, of
course I washed my hands and took a quick glance in the mirror to check
my makeup.
I had just gotten my lunch, sat down at an empty table to start eating
when, he entered my life, the boy that (unknown to me at the time) was to
make my life even harder than it ever had been.
He sat at the table next to mine so that he was near me. As I ate my
lunch, he kept looking over at me and smiling. Finally he said to me "hi,
my name is Matt."
"Becki," not wanting to encourage him too much.
"How's your lunch?"
"It's good. And what about yours?"
"Not too bad. Are you here by yourself or do you have a friend here with
you?"
"I'm alone today."
"I see. Looking for anything special or just shopping?"
"I am shopping for a new outfit."
"Such as?"
"Maybe a new dress or skirt and shoes."
"Very nice. I just say you are really very pretty just the way you are.
Please tell me more about yourself."
"If you must know, I am 16 and attend high school near here."
"I am 18 and a freshman at the community college across town."
The more we talked the more at ease I felt. We must have sat there for
forty-five minutes chatting as we ate. As he was just finishing his
lunch, he asked, "May I have your cell number? I would love to take you
out sometime. Nothing fancy, just hamburgers and a movie."
I wrote my number down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. I am
still not sure why I did it. With a smile I mentioned that I was free the
following Friday evening. Just think, a college man was interested in me!
I really had a special reason to find something new now!
As I walked down the mall, there was one store that had something in the
window that caught my eye. In the window was the most beautiful prom gown
I had ever seen. It was a long ballroom length gown with puff sleeves.
All over it were sequins that sparkled in the light. The gown itself
started off at the neck as white but as you moved down toward the hem,
the color faded into a dark blue. It reminded me of a beautiful sunrise
with stars sparkling in the early morning. I could not help myself. Even
though I knew I could not buy that gown, I just had to try it on.
Entering the store, I was in awe at all the lovely gowns on display. I
must have had a look of surprise on my face. As I stood there taking it
all in, a saleslady approached and asked "may I help you?"
"I was just looking at that gown in the window and wondering about it.
How much is it and is it in my size?"
With a smile she then asked, "Just which gown are you talking about?"
I walked over and pointed saying, "This one."
"That particular gown is a missy size 6."
"That is my size," I told her.
Then she asked, "Would you like to try it on, just to see how it fits?"
"I know I can't afford it but may I try it on?"
"Of course you may. And if you really like it, we can arrange to put it
aside and let you pay it off a little at a time. If you will just go to
the fitting rooms in the back and take off your skirt and blouse, I'll be
more than happy to bring it to you."
When she brought the gown in, she must have guessed I had put socks in my
bra so it would look like I had more of a bust than I did. She just
smiled and said, "You have a very cute figure. This gown will look so
beautiful on you. And we have a special strapless bra for you to wear
with it so you have a nicer bust."
With that, she helped me slip into the gown. As it was slowly lowered
down over me, I felt like a princess getting ready for the ball. I stood
there in that gown for a couple of minutes just enjoying the way it felt
on me. As I looked in the mirror, the sales lady asked me what size shoe
I wore. I told her and suddenly she left only to return with a pair of
dressy silver sandals that had a 4 inch heel. Having me put on a pair of
little footie type socks, I got to try on the sandals with the dress. I
had never been in heels that high before and was a little unsteady at
first but quickly was walking around the room as gracefully as any other
girl.
Sadly, I had to take off the gown and sandals, get back into my own
things and leave. I was almost in tears as I walked out of that store. I
wanted that gown so badly! But, once again, what would my parents say if
I had bought it along with those sandals?
The only thing I could do to get the imagine of my being in that gorgeous
gown out of my mind was to continue my shopping. And I needed something
to wear for my date with Matt. It took most of the day but finally I
found what I was looking for. I found a plaid knee length pleated skirt
and white blouse with what is called a "peter pan" collar, black flats
similar to the shoes I was wearing, cute magnetic cross earrings and a
black purse. I was ready for a date with Matt. I hoped he liked the
outfit.
I had just gotten in the door of my house (lucky for me it was getting
dark and no one could see that I was still wearing a skirt) when Amy came
running over. She wanted to see what I had bought and hear all about my
day at the mall.
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