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Fem world By Maddy Maddison Synopsis: After her husband left her, Fiona slowly introduces her son Kerry to the feminine alternative. The world he inhabits is one in which the occupants change their sex depending on how they act... Categories: SciFi, Slow Change Sweet Sentimental Age: Pre-Teen under 13 Keywords: Chapter 1 At eleven years old, Kerry was still a sensitive child who deeply loved his mum and dad and depended on them for his own feelings of love and security. He was a skinny boy with shoulder length blonde hair which he kept loose. He loved school and had a group of friends he really liked. So what if they were mostly girls! He knew that if he was too influenced by them and started to take on their manner, he would slowly become one of them. His world is not like ours. Here, the birth of boys outnumbers the birth of girls five to one. The ratio of adult men to women however is nearly even due to a different evolutionary history. A little feminine influence on a boy, especially before the age of fourteen can cause the boy's body to change in subtle ways towards the feminine. Many boys allowed a little touch of the feminine and the girls love giving a little touch to boys. It was an enjoyable, sometimes daring way of flirting enjoyed on both sides. It is knowing the limits that boys needed to become men. The alternative is being half way or totally submerged in the feminine. Mothers were also inclined to impart something feminine to their boys. Some mothers are satisfied with a little change, others get addicted to change and can't help themselves. The urge to feminise boys is strong in women and girls, being the result of a long evolutionary history. Evolution has worked out a way to correct the gender imbalance in births and is also repeated in the animal world. Fiona, Kerry's mum, loved Kerry and wanted to give him something feminine but her husband Paul watched her like a hawk, he wanted Kerry to be all man. He knew that on average, two out of five boys turned into girls by the time puberty hit, evening out the number of girls to boys. As Kerry was their only child, Paul wanted him to stay a boy and encouraged him in masculine activities. Kerry's next door neighbour thirteen year old Faye spent a lot of time with Kerry and tried to feminise him in small ways all the time. Kerry was one of the careful kids when it came to feminising. He knew his dad was wary of any feminising influences on him. He also saw many of his friends let their girlfriends do little things to them, like soften their skin by giving them massages with moisturiser, or give them a waist or hips by making them wear waist cinchers or panties. The boys had to be careful because if they did it for too long, the changes would become permanent. They often did it for a week end and their bodies would slowly regain their original shape within a week. Sometimes when the girl asked the boy to do the same thing every week end, then the changes were slower to disappear. Overlapping the cincher or panty effect made the change more persistent. Recently Faye was trying to give Kerry a friendship bangle made of white lace. Kerry had seen these before. They had the effect of slimming the wrists, hands and fingers. Faye was interested in manicures and wanted to play with Kerry's nails. Kerry had resisted this little temptation because he enjoyed his big boy hands. Kerry had seen the effect of these bangles, they affected the boy's grip strength firstly but if it was worn for more than two days, his arms would start to lose muscle mass and look more like a girl's. The worst thing a boy could do was to wear a panty girdle as this had the rapid effect of diminishing the boy's penis and pushed his testicles into his body so that outwardly he looked like a girl. Some thrill seeker teens and adults made a habit of putting them on for very brief periods of time to see what would happen. The worst case scenario was when the girdles were produced at card nights and used as dares. The more risk taking gents were soon turned into girls for the night...if they took them off in time. Some became women permanently. If a boy was madly in love and let the girl get away with more, he was soon on the road to total conversion. Kerry came home from school one day to find her mother sitting on the couch in the lounge room crying. "Mum, what's the matter, why are you crying?" Fiona kept crying, too overcome to speak. Kerry sat next to her and put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her. He remained quiet, letting his mum get whatever it was out of her system. Finally she slowed her tears, sobbing in fits and gasps, then she stopped and sighed. Kerry was worried, what could make her mum cry so? "Oh, you are a dear to comfort me so," Fiona said, giving Kerry a hug. Kerry loved the intimacy of her hug, her lavender smell, her soft skin on his neck. She sat back, sat up straight and took his hands in hers and layed them in her lap. Kerry felt the soft fabric gently flutter next to his skin, the warmth coming from her thighs. "Kerry, I'm sorry that you found me like that, we're both going to have to be stronger now." "Why, what's the matter mum?" Kerry exclaimed. "Your dad has left us," Fiona said. "Why, mum, why?" Kerry pleaded. "He fell for another woman, someone from his work. He wouldn't tell me who," Fiona said. "He has gone to live with her. He left me a note. It seems he was transferred to Sydney. He knew weeks ago but didn't tell us. He moved there today with his new girlfriend and left us all alone!" Fiona managed to say between small sobs. "He wrote that he will give us some money every month but it's not going to be enough. We're going to have to live very carefully. Maybe you may even have to get some part-time work." Kerry thought about the news. How cruel dad had been! He left without any good-byes or warning! Kerry started to cry and hugged his mother again. "There, there" said Fiona, stroking his long golden hair. "We'll survive, you'll see," Fiona said, "we just need to get through this tough time until we settle in to our new life without him." Kerry sobbed some more, crying on her shoulder. Fiona's hand came up to his head and stroked his hair. He snuggled in more, feeling comforted. Fiona kept stroking his hair, running her fingers through it. Kerry's sobs died down when he felt his hair being arranged differently. "Kerry, you like me playing with your hair, don't you?" Fiona said. She was glad for the distraction. So was Kerry, but he didn't want to spoil the mood by saying no and being on the safe side, avoiding any hint of the feminine. "Yeah, it's kinda nice" he said, hoping it wasn't too an enthusiastic response, just wanting it to last a little longer. Fiona suddenly brightened a little, she thought it would be good to feminise Kerry just a little, style his hair a touch! At the back of her mind, she was thinking that that would show Paul for leaving them! "Wait there Kerry, I'll get a brush and brush it out a little, it's a bit messy," she said. Fiona quickly got to her feet and headed for her dresser. She came back soon, holding a brush in her hand and a light red, almost pink silk scrunchie on her wrist. She kept her wrist out of sight as she turned Kerry around facing the window then she started to brush his hair in long, slow strokes. Kerry liked the feel and hoped she would do the brushing for a while longer. Stroke after stroke of the brush glided though his hair, with each stroke, it got a little thicker and slightly shinier. Fiona noticed the change in the quality of his hair, becoming softer and silkier. She didn't want to frighten him so she stopped before it started becoming more noticeable and gathered his hair in a ponytail, a little higher than a boy would have it and put the scrunchie on. She looped it three times, making it tight. Kerry could feel his hair being gathered back, a little high for him but he didn't want to break the spell of intimacy at the moment and let Fiona have her way. He felt his hair being tightened, made into a ponytail. He tried to feel it. "No don't do that Kerry, don't muck it up!" Fiona pleaded. Kerry put his hand down, never feeling the soft silk scruchie, not knowing it was not a normal hair elastic. Fiona loved the way Kerry looked, she realised that she wanted to do more, to make him more feminine. She realised in her heart of hearts that she wanted a daughter to relate with in her time of despair. "That looks so much neater Kerry, we'll have to make sure your hair is well looked after. We've got to cope with what your father has done, and maintaining our appearance and grooming is one way to show the world that we are not going to give up, that we'll survive without him, that we still have our pride," Fiona said with gathering strength in her voice. Come on Kerry, time to get some dinner ready. Will you help me tonight? I feel like your company," Fiona asked. "Yeah, alright mum, but remember I'll need to study later," he reminded his mother. "Sure Kerry, you can start after the dinner is in the oven." "What shall I start with mum?" Kerry asked. "Could you be a dear and peel the potatoes first?" Fiona asked. "Sure mum," he said. He went to the pantry and got the potato bag out. "Mum, the potatoes are dirty, what will I do?" Kerry said. "Kerry, they're brushed potatoes, you'll need to wash them before you peel them, put them in the sink then come here," she said. Kerry let three large potatoes tumble from the bag into the sink. He turned around and put the potato bag back in the pantry. He turned around only to have his path blocked by his mother. "Kerry, you're going to get your school uniform dirty if you don't wear an apron, so you're going to have to put this on." Kerry looked at the crumpled pale blue cloth in his mother's hands. "OK," he said, "I'll put one on." "Good," said his mother, "put your arms up so that I can get it on you. This is this only one I have and it's a bit feminine so I'll have to get you a more appropriate one later." Kerry wondered how a blue apron could be feminine as he held up his arms. He looked up as his mother gathered the blue cloth in her hands and spread it out so that it formed two small holes and a larger hole at the centre. His arms were soon through the smaller outside holes and his head through the middle one. Fiona lowered the apron down over Kerry's body. He looked down and saw what his mother had meant. Two lace lined ties started from the middle of his belly, passed over two large lace lined pockets and around the back. The bib of the apron covered most of his chest and came over his shoulders to form the top. The sides of the bib went around his sides and created a drop back look at the back. The skirt of the apron fell to just below his knees, hiding his shorts entirely. He twisted his around and saw the skirt lace lined edges of the apron overlapped at the back but were joined at the waist. Kerry suspected but didn't want to say out loud that the apron looked a lot like a dress, especially since one could not see that he was wearing shorts underneath. "How is that sweetie?" Fiona asked. "Do you mind wearing that apron?" Kerry wasn't going to say anything but now he was forced to. He thought for a moment, then said, "Mum, it's a bit girly alright, but if you are going to buy me a more appropriate one later, it doesn't matter to me at the moment," Kerry made sure that his acceptance wasn't an invitation for him to wear it with and open ended time frame. Fiona was glad, she liked the way Kerry looked, with his hair in a feminine style ponytail and apron that looked like a summer dress. She hoped that he would keep it on. Kerry was a little uncomfortable in the apron but went about his task, washing the potatoes. He was glad he had the apron on as it was streaked with splashes of dirty water when he washed the potatoes. He kept feeling the hem of the apron brush against the backs of his calves. What a strange feeling he got when that happened. Soon the potatoes were washed and peeled. Fiona took them from him and asked him to peel some carrots while she put the potatoes in the roasting pan. Kerry soon forgot he was wearing a pretty apron and continued to unself-consciously help with the dinner. Soon the dinner was in the oven and Kerry asked his mum to take the apron off. "Oh, you look so sweet in that apron, but it is dirty, so we'll get it off you, turn around," Fiona said. Kerry was relieved, he didn't want his mum to keep him in such a girly apron. He was sure that would be just the thing which would turn him in the direction of girlhood if he had it on long enough. His mother soon had the apron off but noticed Kerry's hands. "Oh dear!" she exclaimed, "look at your hands! They are so rough from the work you have been doing," "Here Kerry," she said, "rub is some hand cream, it'll stop the skin on your hands from cracking" Kerry spread some cream onto his hands and rubbed it in. The cream seemed to just sink in without leaving a trace. He was surprised but Fiona said, "There Kerry, that just shows you how dry your skin was! Keep the tube and rub some cream in morning and night." Kerry took the tube of hand cream and put it in the bathroom. As he turned, he caught sight of his hair and saw how much thicker and wavier it looked. He also noticed the silky scrunchie. He looked like a feminine boy!. He put his hand up to it to feel it when he saw how pale and narrow his hands looked almost like a girl's! Kerry's stomach felt like it was flipping, his hands and his hair looked feminine. He didn't want to go down this girlish path, yet he needed to be close to his mother. It was too late to change what had happened, but he would do what he could to avoid any rift with his mother... now that his father had gone. He decided to leave his hair like it was, pretend he hadn't noticed what his mother had done with it. Kerry went to his room to study. He sat down on his bed with his bag and pulled out his notes. He noticed at his hands looked slightly more pale and slender than usual. He held up his hands in front of himself, palms away from him, was it just his imagination, or were his nails ever so slightly longer and narrower, curving gracefully just beyond the tips of his fingers. They didn't seem so graceful before... Chapter 2. "Wake up Kerry sleepy head," Fiona yelled from the hall as she walked from the shower to her room to get dressed. Kerry rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He climbed numbly from bed, eyes still half closed and headed for the bathroom. He undressed and stepped into the shower. He turned on the hot water and stood under a steady stream of hot water, finally coming fully awake. He looked for his soap and realised he had used it up the previous day along with his usual shampoo. "Mum! Can you get me some more of my soap and shampoo? I've run out," yelled Kerry. "I haven't had time to do any shopping dear, you'll just have to use mine," yelled Fiona. Fiona loved the idea that Kerry had to used her scented soap, he'd come out of the shower smelling like a floral bouquet. The thought gave her a little shiver of excitement. Maybe she wouldn't buy him his own soaps anymore she thought, that way he would always smell pretty. She wondered what other little feminine things she could introduce to Kerry's life. Kerry soaped himself up smelling the floral soap. He was a little concerned but soon he got used to the smell and forgot his concern. The shampoo had a similar smell to it which by then did not concern Kerry but the fragrance would linger in his hair all day. Kerry soon hoped out of the shower and dried himself down with the fresh fluffy towel. Just as he had dropped the towel, Fiona walked in on him holding a container of powder. Kerry dived for the towel. "Don't be bashful Kerry, I've been looking after you all your life and I've seen it all before. Here, use this powder on your skin, it will feel so nice and soft afterwards," Fiona said. "Mum, boys don't do that sort of thing!" exclaimed Kerry. "Look Kerry, who will know? Not your dad for goodness sake! Just learn to relax a bit and learn how to pamper yourself!" Fiona exclaimed. "But mu..armm..." whined Kerry. "Your father is not here any more to criticise, enjoy the freedom without him looking over your shoulder, free yourself of all that macho stuff he was so worried about Kerry, I'm the only one that will know and I like the idea that you are free to pamper yourself without his negativity!" Fiona said. Kerry could see her point, he didn't have to worry what dad would think any more. It would be like a revenge on him if he ignored the things that he worried about. "Your right mum, why should I worry about what dad would think, he's lost his right to criticise me for the things I do!" said Kerry. Fiona smiled and puffed the powder of Kerry's skin. He smiled as he turned around while Fiona covered him in sweet smelling powder. "Rub it in Kerry, feel how smooth and soft it makes your skin feel. Don't you like it?" she asked. "Yes I do like it mum, thanks," Kerry smiled to think of their little conspiracy against his dad. "Kerry, I looked for a clean set of undies for you but to tell the truth, I've been so worried about your dad lately and his behaviour before he left that I didn't keep up with the washing. I've found these undies and a top that you could wear though. They're not too feminine, well at least they're white," Said Fiona, handing him some folded garments. Kerry looked worried. "mum, you haven't given me your stuff have you?" I couldn't wear your undies mum, I couldn't." he protested. "Look, I'll unfold them and then you can decide for yourself," explained Fiona as she flicked open the undies and top. The undies were just like his cotton briefs except that it was a higher cut and the elastic was thin and flat, and there wasn't any reinforcement in the front. They looked acceptable thought Kerry, no-one would pick it at a casual glance, and who would look anyway? he thought. The top was a ladies spencer with small lace trim around the scoop neckline, the sleeves and bottom, hardly noticeable really. "OK mum, they're not too bad, I guess I could wear them, but don't tell anyone and make sure you do the undies today. OK?" Kerry tried to plead. "Sorry Kerry, I can't do the washing, I have to go out soon and hunt down a better paying job. If you want them done, you'll have to learn your way around the laundry yourself," Fiona reasoned. "While you're at it you can do my undies at the same time. It's your day off school today so I'll show you what to do before I go," Fiona said as Kerry put on his new undies. "Now doesn't that look nice on you!" exclaimed Fiona, "make sure you look after them, they're too small for me so you may as well have them." Kerry heart beat harder for a minute, he wasn't expecting to own them, just wear them for a day. He felt funny standing in his mother's underwear, the way they fitted so snugly against his skin. He was conscious of the little lace trim. Finally he caught his breath and his wits. "Mum, I can't own these, what will people think?" he wailed. "And who is going to know except you and me? Anyway, we have to save where we can until our finances are in order so helping me also means sharing what we have until we can afford new things." Kerry looked down past his new spencer and undies, down to his feet. He was glum with the realisation that life had just changed for the weird and it was all of his dad's fault. "Come on Kerry, don't look so glum! Here put on your boy clothes over the top, you'll soon forget what you've got underneath, and it's good incentive for you to get the washing done!" "OK mum, I'll finish dressing," he said as he walked to his room. Fiona walked with him and watched him get changed. "Come here, I'll do your hair. It's so soft and shiny after you used my shampoo. I like how it looks Kerry," Fiona said as she went to her room. Kerry followed her into her room. "Now sit on my make-up stool honey and I'll soon get the tangles out of your hair." Kerry sat down at the dresser, looking at his reflection. Fiona felt a tingle knowing that she could get Kerry into her underwear so easily. She wanted to dare a bit more while she took up the brush. She decided she would do something to his hair, style it to be a bit more feminine. Kerry was sitting unaware of what his mum was thinking, lost in his own thoughts. "What is mum doing to me, is she planning this or is it just as it seems?" His thoughts were interrupted when Fiona started to brush. She brushed as she did yesterday, in long, even strokes. Kerry liked the feeling and closed his eyes. Fiona saw him close his eyes, knowing he enjoyed it and loving the smell of flowers wafting up from his hair with every brush stroke. "He should have been a girl thought Fiona, I wish he was a girl!" she thought. Soon Kerry's hair was free of tangles, his hair just a little longer and now slightly more wavy. "Kerry, be good for mummy and let me try something OK?" she said. Kerry hadn't heard her refer to herself as mummy for a long time and he was so surprised he thought he would rub it in a bit and said in a baby voice: "Sure mummy, I'll let you play wiff my hair." Fiona laughed and Kerry joined in as she said, "That was so cute honey bun, I just love it when you call me mummy, you should do it more often," And she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "OK mummy," Kerry said with a giggle, if you like mummy!" Fiona laughed at Kerry's antics but hoped he would. He sounded just like a little girl! She loved it. She picked up a comb and ran it up the middle of his hair and divided it into two sections. She gathered the hair from one half and bunched it just behind his ear and put a hair tie in. She then repeated the process on the other side. "Oh, by the way, while I'm out could you be a honey and do some extra chores? I've got a list on the kitchen table." Knowing that he had to help he resigned himself to his fate and said, "OK mum, I'll try my best." "And I don't want you to ruin your clothes so you will have to wear another apron while you do your chores," Fiona reasoned. This time, Fiona was holding her pink apron which Kerry recognised. It had more lace on it than the previous one and this was a lot longer. "Mum! Do I have too?" Kerry complained. "Yes you do Kerry, now don't keep complaining, you're making this hard for yourself and for me. As I don't have enough to worry about! Fiona said, raising her voice. Kerry felt guilty, causing his mum more grief. He began to cry, "Sorry mum.. mummy, it's hard for me too, and I forget how you are still hurting, I'll try and be good, I really will." "OK now, let's put this on you before I go and I'll get you a treat on the way home, I should be home for dinner" Fiona said as she hugged Kerry. She released him and unfolded the apron. Now hold out your arms Kerry!" she said. Kerry held out his arms and watched as the pink apron slid up his arms and was wrapped around him. Fiona tried up the ties in a big complicated bow with four loops. She seemed to take forever so Kerry looked over his shoulder, past the ruffles sticking up at the shoulders. He saw a large ruffled complicated bow. "How am I going to get this off when I've finished mum," he asked. "Don't worry about that darling, if you can't get it off, when you finish your chores, I'll do it when I get home, now I must fly, bye bye!" she said as she walked past him, collected her bag and went through the front door. Kerry was about to follow and had half opened the door when he realised how he must look. The skirt of the apron completely encircled his legs. It looked like he had a dress on and his hair in two ponytails. He quickly changed his mind and shut the door. He went to his mother's room and stood in front of the mirror. He looked just like a girl! He hadn't noticed that his mum had tied in two pink ribbons in his hair at the base of the ponytails. How did this transformation take place in such a short space of time? Kerry began to cry. The changes were too fast for him. "I don't want to be a girl!" he thought. "I'm a boy and look what mummy .. er mum has done to me." Kerry got angry and put his hands up to untie the ribbons. The bow was not in a simple bow knot as he thought and found it too difficult to untie them without seeing what he was doing. He tried to pull them off. The first one was difficult because it was on tight and he noticed some hair came out with the ribbon. The second one was harder to pull off. He finally got it off but a larger chunk of hair came with it. He then turned his attention to the apron that looked suspiciously like a dress. He twisted his body around to see the knot that held the apron on him. It was another complicated knot that he attempted to untie. His back muscles hurt as he kept twisting around and he became frustrated when all he succeeded in doing was to tighten the knot. He soon gave up with tears of frustration and sat on his mother's bed. "I'll show her," he thought, "I'll get this apron really dirty, then she won't put me I one again. Maybe I'll even rip it a bit." His tears stopped and he marched off to the kitchen with new resolve. He looked at the list of chores. Good he thought, lots of opportunity to wreck this apron," The list of chores started with clean the kitchen after breakfast, put the undies in the wash, hers and his put on a gentle warm cycle. Get some chicken out of the freezer for dinner, vacuum the house. Kerry got some cereal and milk poured both in a bowl and sat down. He noticed how the skirt of the apron looked like a dress, all pink and covering his lap. As he ate, he settled down a little and decided that he was too hasty. After all, he could talk to his mum and tell her he didn't like what she had done. He resolved to leave the apron on and do the chores the best way he could. Kerry got up from the table and was soon doing the chores. He made sure that his undies were washed as he didn't want to give his mum any more excuses to dress him in women's clothes. As he went about the chores, he noticed how the apron restricted his stride just a little as the skirt was long and narrow. He didn't mind it though as it was all a new experience for him. He did find his hair was annoying as now that it was loose, it was constantly getting in his eyes. As he was getting the underwear out of the dryer, he heard the doorbell chime. "Oh no," he thought, "who could that be?" He had no choice but to go and open the door. He hesitated at the door and he did not have a spy hole to look through. At the door was Faye, his next door neighbour and friend. "Oh no!" Kerry thought, "I'll pretend wearing this doesn't bother me and maybe Faye won't make a fuss or go too overboard." "Kerry!" she yelped in surprise. "You've got a pink frilly apron on!" "Mum put it on me, 'cause I'm doing a whole lot of chores," Kerry said trying not to sound too upset. "Want to come in?" "Do I ever, you look so cute!', Faye said as she walked past Kerry at the door. Kerry raised his eyebrows and flashed a looked up to heaven, looking for help. But it was not forthcoming. Faye turned an examined Kerry from head to toe. "Kerry, you look so girly in that apron. Do you like wearing it?" she asked. "Well I didn't at first but you can almost get used to wearing anything I suppose. I've been doing some chores for mum and she didn't want me to ruin my clothes. Now I'm just used to wearing it, but I don't like it!" Kerry said. "We have to be really careful from now on since dad left us three days ago. We don't know what we will live on," he explained. "I'm so sorry to hear that Kerry, I hope things work out for you," Faye said. Maybe I could get you some part-time work in the shop I work in. I never thought to ask you before, but now I think you could fit right in!" offered Faye. "Could you ask Faye? I would appreciate it if you did! By the way, what sort of shop is it? "Kerry, don't worry, you could do it, it's just specialty clothing." "I just thought, seeing you in that get up, you shouldn't object to wearing that friendship bangle that I've been wanting you to wear," Faye stated, looking at his wrists. I'll go home and get it now." She turned and rushed out the door. "No wait!" yelled Kerry, but now it was too late and he didn't want to run out of the house in that apron. Kerry quickly finished putting the washing into piles before Fay got back. Faye was back beside Kerry before he finished. "Here I'll help with your chores today, you look like you have heaps to do. But first, slide this on," Kerry took the friendship bangle, a white circle of lace and slipped it over his hand and onto his wrist. It fitted snuggly and looked kind of in place with the apron as a backdrop. Faye gave Kerry a little peck on the side of the cheek, there, that wasn't too bad was it Kerry?" asked Faye. "No I guess not, smiled Kerry. Faye looked around the room and noticed the two pink ribbons still tied and with hair in them. Oh look at those!" she exclaimed, "looks likes someone has been naughty and pulled them out without untying them!" She then realised they were Kerry's. "Hey, did your mummy make you wear these ribbons?" Yes, she put them in this morning without me knowing about it. When I found out, I guess I got angry and pulled them out, Kerry explained, "but now I'm sorry I did it, 'cause mum will be angry and she is already upset at dad leaving." Faye looked at Kerry and said, "I'll put them back in for you, I'm sure you'll look cuter than ever!" "But I don't want to look cute, I want to look like a regular boy!" Kerry almost yelled. "Kerry, don't yell, I'm only trying to help, anyway, let me brush your hair, it'll be fun!" Faye asked. "OK, but just the two ponytails, and anyway, I don't think it's fun," he said. Kerry felt himself change slightly as Faye brushed his hair. He knew something was happening, but not what it was. He had his hands folded in the lap of his apron, his friendship bangle seeming to become tighter on his wrist. He felt the brush glide over his scalp and brush the back of his neck. It felt pleasant, but he knew as a boy he should not be feeling these things. Kerry felt the ponytails being put back into place, then the ribbons were tied back in. "There, now you look just like a girl! A girl called Kerry! Oops, I shouldn't have said that!" Faye mumbled. "Yes, your right, I do look like a girl, I hope I don't change into one," exclaimed Kerry. "This is only for today while I'm doing the chores anyway. Mum said she will have a surprise for me when she gets home." "Oh! Can I stay and see what the surprise is Kerry?" "I guess so. I hope it's some new clothes, mine are getting a little worn out and a bit short on me." "Kerry, I have an idea, since you're in the apron and your hair looks so nice, how about if I put just a touch of make-up on you, just to complete the look." "Well, I've finished my chores, I suppose it won't hurt to muck around a bit," he said, "but nothing too loud or nothing permanent." "Great, let's go to your mum's bedroom!" suggested Faye. Kerry was soon sitting on the dresser seat having his eyebrow "shaped a little bit" as Faye said. "Your eyebrows are too bushy Kerry, I'll just neaten up the stray hairs," she assured Kerry. She was soon satisfied and applied eyebrow liner, then mascara. She then put a little light pink eye shadow on his lids and blush on his cheeks. Finally, she put a light link lipstick on his lips. "You look gorgeous Kerry! Just the way I do my own make-up. We look like sisters, or at least girlfriends," she said. Kerry looked down at his lap. "Don't say that Faye, now I'm all confused, why did I let you do this to me?' I'm a boy, I shouldn't let this be happening to me. But it is. Now my face looks girlish. What will become of me!" Kerry whispered. Faye whispered back, "Don't think about it, if you enjoyed doing it, it can't be wrong...can it?' There was a noise at the door, Fiona was standing in the doorway, with a look of surprise and glee on her face. "Well look at you Kerry! Don't you look oh so pretty!" Faye joined in the excitement "I did her face, doesn't she look good? I thought she looked like a girl Kerry too!" Kerry was too stunned to say anything, it was such a shock to realise his mum had seen him like this. "Well thank you Faye, you are such a sweet friend for Kerry. You will have to come over more often and play together. I just got Kerry her own little surprise. Come and get it Kerry!" Fiona said. Kerry was still shocked, the be referred to as "Kerry" and "her'. He slowly stood up from the stool and walked over to his mum. She stood there with a small pile of shopping. "Here you are, look what I brought for you," Fiona said excitedly. Kerry picked up the pile of shopping bags and put them on her mother's bed. The first bag was emptied out on the bed. Five packages of girl's briefs in pastel colours lay on the bed. The delicate lace lined elastics were easily visible. "Oh, don't they look pretty Kerry!" exclaimed Faye. "Kerry was complaining she didn't have her own pretty undies this morning, so I got her some!" Kerry stood and stared, still not trusting his tongue. Faye up ended the next shopping bag. Out popped four training bras. "Kerry, it's about time you stopped pretending that you are a boy and realise that from now on, you are going to be my daughter," Fiona said, "that way your daddy won't want to take you away from me and you will be happier with me." "But mummy, I'm a boy!" Kerry pleaded, "I don't want to be a girl!" "Well how do you explain the way you look now, would a boy let a girl put make-up on his face?" "But, it wasn't like that, it was..." Kerry was confused, he stopped speaking, giving in, accepting that he had let Faye make him look the way he did. He tried to reason why he had done it. Now his mummy and Faye wanted him to be a girl... While he was thinking these things, the next bag was up-ended and out on the bed lay two dresses and three skirts and four pairs of girl's ankle socks. Dear, you are going to wear dresses and skirts from now on, until your little winkie disappears inside your body and you become a real girl... The End