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The Story of Brooke
It was not until I was coming up to sixteen years of age that things really
started to change in my life that has brought me to the wonderful life that
I now lead. I will try and explain all for my unusual lifestyle, in the
hope that people will understand me and perhaps accept that I really do
love the life I lead and would not have it any other way. I accept that not
many people may be like me, but I would like to think that those who share
my lifestyle should be accepted into the community, not as freaks, but as a
real and sincere minority.
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My Mother married early in life and at eighteen gave birth to an eight
pound boy who she named Brooke (me). I say she named me, because my Father
disappeared as soon as he found that Carole (my Mother) was pregnant.
Fortunately he came from a very wealthy family and my Mother was able to
obtain a very substantial financial settlement from the ensuing divorce.
She herself came from a very rich family and inherited all their wealth on
their premature deaths when I was only two years old.
These set-backs in my Mother's life made her very determined to give me the
best possible upbringing with all the love and affection possible. My
Mother is very attractive, with a slim figure, pert firm breasts, a narrow
waist, long slender legs and is five foot eight tall. Her raven hair is the
crowning glory. She always turns heads wherever she goes with her good
looks and the fact that she is always perfectly groomed and dressed in the
very latest fashion. She exudes femininity and enjoys a personality that
matches her good looks. Many, many men have vied for her affection and
whilst she enjoys a large company of friends, since her divorce she has
always turned down the many invites for a relationship explaining that she
is dedicated to bringing up her offspring, Brooke.
We live in a lovely country house in Oxfordshire and I have always been
educated at the best private schools. Mother and I enjoy a very close
loving relationship and she has always been totally open with me and shares
everything with me. Mother has never worried if I walk into her bedroom and
she has no clothes on and similarly she will often come and ask me
something when I am having a bath. I absolutely worship my Mother and
cannot do enough to please her and will assist in any way I can to make her
life more enjoyable. She in turn involves me with everything she does. For
this reason, I suppose it was inevitable that I am somewhat effeminate. I
am sometimes teased at school, but I don't mind as I know it is true and
people soon stopped teasing me when they found I was not hurt or offended.
In contrast to Mother, I have really blond hair and a very fair complexion;
I have always been slim and have similar features to my Mother. She is
always teasing me saying I would make a very pretty girl. I play up to her
teasing by reacting with female gestures and walking in an effeminate way,
whilst saying "Do you really think so?" We often laugh together at this
game.
By the time I was fourteen Mother always took me with her when shopping and
always valued my opinion when she was selecting clothes or buying a new
lipstick or nail varnish. She would always consult me before changing her
hairstyle. She tells me that I have very good taste and this coming from
her is praise indeed. For my part, because she really does appreciate my
opinion, I make an effort to be up to date with fashion trends and styles
by reading the various women's magazines that are always around the house.
This, of course, leads to Mother teasing me more by asking if I am looking
out for a new outfit for myself! I am always up and dressed before Mother
and most days take her a cup of tea in her bedroom when I hear her come out
of the shower. I then sit on the bed and chat whilst she dresses and puts
on her makeup. She often asks my opinion on the outfit she intends to wear
that day, sometimes what underwear she should wear with a particular
outfit. This always leads to some teasing.
"I am sure you would look pretty in these panties," she would say.
"What a pity they are not my size," I would reply which makes us both
laugh.
I love watching Mother put on her makeup as we chat. She knows exactly how
to show off her features at their best, by the skilled use of her makeup.
She skillfully shows off her cheekbones, shapes her eyebrows, highlights
her eyes and emphasizes her eyelashes, to making a beautiful woman
stunning.
"You like watching me put on my makeup," she said to me one day, shortly
after I turned fifteen.
"Oh yes Mother, because I sit here and admire the skillful way you draw
attention to all your best features. You are so attractive, yet when you
have finished, you are absolutely stunning. No wonder every man in the
County vies for your affection."
"Would you would like me to do your face and bring out your best features,
using my makeup skills?" she asks with a cheeky smile on her face.
"Now stop trying to make me into a girl again," I laughingly reply.
"Sorry, I was only teasing, as you know. But joking apart, you have such
blond features, with your beautiful hair, but you also have such blond
eyebrows and eyelashes, it makes you face look somewhat flat and
featureless. Would you let me show you something that may improve your
appearance?"
"OK, as long as I don't look like a drag artist."
Mum actually squealed "Oh come and sit here," she said patting the dressing
table chair. I sat down with my back to the mirror. Mum then proceeded to
treat my eyebrows and eyelashes in some way that I could not see. After a
few minutes, she pronounced herself satisfied and turned me to look in the
mirror. There could be no doubt that the effect really lifted my face and
gave it much better features. Mother had applied a dark brown colour to my
eyebrows; she had pulled out a few stray hairs, which gave my eyebrows
better shape, but a natural one. She had applied the lightest black
mascara, which just coloured my eyelashes, without thickening them. Again
the appearance was quite natural.
"Mum, I was quite sure I would have to rush to the bathroom and wash my
face, but I have to admit no one meeting me for the first time would know I
was wearing makeup. You are so right that it makes my face animated instead
of bland."
"Does this mean you will keep it on today?"
"Do you know, I am, I wonder what people will say at school?"
They did notice at school and asked me why I was wearing makeup. I just
told them I was fed up with such a bland featureless face. Surprisingly,
everyone seemed to accept this.
When I got home, Mother was out at one of her charity days. I went to my
bedroom and there on my dressing table was a bottle of mascara, mascara
brush, eyebrow pencil, eyebrow comb, makeup removal solution, cotton pads
and a video entitled "How to apply eye makeup." I smiled. Very thorough is
my Mother and determined to get her way. I played the video in my room and
spent the next hour removing and re-applying the eyebrow colour and
mascara. Satisfied I could do the job as well as Mother; I went to prepare
supper, as I do when Mother is out for the day. From then on, I applied
makeup to my eyebrows and eyelashes every day, it soon became as much of a
routine as cleaning my teeth.
A few weeks later, I was in Mother's bedroom, as usual, in the morning
chatting away. She was painting her nails a lovely shade of burgundy.
"Mother you have the most beautiful hands and the way you manicure your
nails and the colour makes them so pretty," I told her.
"You have hands similar to mine. Her come over and I will treat your nails
to look like mine," she suggested. I was happy to accept the offer and
Mother spent time shaping my nails and buffing them up, treating the
cuticles and adding creams to smooth the skin around the nails.
"I could paint them a pretty shade of pink to enhance the look, if you
would like," Mother suggested.
"No Mother, I am more than happy at the improvement to the look of my hands
and knowing you, I would end up with bright red nails - Uh. Not suitable
for a boy!!"
"Such a shame," Mother replied with a grin "You see, as I have said before,
you would make such a pretty girl. All joking aside, Brooke, can I ask you
a favour?"
"Sure you can, fire away, but the way you said that, I do not guarantee I
will comply"
"You have such beautiful blond hair; it would show off so much more if you
grew it long. Many guys your age have long hair. It would make me so
happy."
I smiled. "I like to make you happy, my hairdresser is going to miss me for
a while"
Mother's little squeal again and she got up and hugged me.
"I love you so much," she said. One thing I learnt today, if I do something
that really pleases Mother. She lets out that excited little squeal. I
determined to regularly hear that little squeal.
When I got home from school that day, I found a bottle of shampoo, a bottle
of hair conditioner and a new hairbrush in my bathroom. In addition, on my
dressing table is a manicure set, nail hardening solution and natural
opaque nail polish. As always, my determined and thorough Mother leaves
nothing to chance. From then onwards I always used the shampoo and
conditioner when I washed my hair and vigorously brushed it until it shone.
I carefully manicured my nails, which soon looked elegant and, dare I say,
pretty. Within a few months, my hair was long enough to put in a ponytail.
I have occasionally visited my hair salon to trim the split ends, but other
than this, no styling.
"Your hair is now long enough to get styled," Mother said. "It certainly
needs layering or it will lose shape. I have picked out a few styles for
you to consider," she said handing me some cuttings.
"Mother, these are all girls styles, could you not find any styles for
boys?"
"To be truthful, I couldn't. So I picked out the most masculine of the
girls' styles. You only need wear your hair down when we are alone. You can
keep a ponytail everywhere else. Please select a style for me."
I looked again and found a full style that cascades around the neck and no
fringe.
"How about this then?" I said handing the cutting to Mother.
"You will love that," Mum said with a smile. "I can't wait to see the
result. Shall I book an appointment with the Salon for you?"
"Don't worry Mother, I will do it myself. If I leave it to you, you might
get carried away with instructions to our stylist!"
I have an appointment with the hair stylist I share with Mother, Janet, for
Friday afternoon. I have explained to her vaguely what I want. When I show
her the picture of the suggested style, she says
"You realize this is a bit girly, don't you?"
"I know, but Mother will be so happy and I will only wear it down like this
at home, otherwise I will keep my hair in a ponytail and it is important
that I get a better layering on my hair for it to remain manageable."
"OK. I see where you are coming from. Leave it with me and you will have
the best of both worlds."
Janet is an artist and when she had finished my hair looked stunning.
Beautifully cut and hanging perfectly. But the style really made me look
like a girl.
"I will put it a ponytail to go home, don't you agree?"
"Sure Brooke, we don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, but your Mother
will love it when you let it down. Oh, by the way we have a special offer
this week for anyone who has spent as much as you today. Would you like to
have our special offer?" she asks with a secret smile on her face.
"OK. Go for it. What is the deal?" I ask.
"Free ear piercing including the gold studs. Many blokes have it done you
know. Besides we all know your Mother would LOVE you to go for it."
"You are right," I told her. "I cannot bear the thought of Mother knowing I
turned down this offer. Get on with it," Twenty minutes later I had petite
gold studs in my pierced ears.
As soon as I got home, I took the band off and gently combed through my
hair so that Mother could see the new style. In truth, I loved the look,
but I could never wear it out with my friends or at school.
When Mother got home, she went, as always to her bedroom to freshen up
before joining me in the lounge. She took one look at me and out came that
little scream.
"Oh darling your hair looks gorgeous, thank you for indulging me. You could
still be a pretty girl."
She sees the look on my face.
"You know I am only teasing you - but then again.....Oh my gosh, you have had
your ears pierced. SO pretty." We both laugh.
Whenever there is no one about, I wear my hair down. Mother loves it. In
truth so do I, but I would never admit it. In a ponytail I just look my
normal, somewhat androgynous self.
A germ of an idea is developing in my mind and I finally map out a course
to present my idea, which will culminate on Mother's Birthday at the end of
August.
I have now finished school, having completed my GCSE's and intend to study
for 'A' Levels at a sixth form college nearby. With no school work I do a
lot of research on the internet to enable my project to work. The amount of
information available is staggering and I am now confident that I can pull
off my idea. Firstly a trip to town and a visit to the cosmetics counter at
a big departmental store. A very pretty smartly dressed assistant asks if I
need any help.
"Oh yes, thank you, can you please advise me of latest fashionable shades
for nail polish?"
"Certainly, here are the three really up to date shades at the moment." She
puts three bottles is front of me. "Is this for your girlfriend?" she
enquires.
"No actually it is for me." She shows surprise. "May I explain why?"
"By all means, this could be interesting!" she says enthusiastically.
"Well, I live alone with my Mother, who has brought me up by herself from
when I was first born. She is always teasing me that I am too pretty to be
a boy. I accept this, and we make a lot of fun out of it. I go along with
one or two of the things she asks, hence the length of my hair, the little
bit of makeup on my eyelashes and eyebrows, my well manicured nails and my
pierced ears. A lot of the other ideas I have avoided. However, I do know,
secretly, she would love me to be really feminine. So I have decided that
as a birthday present, I will be her Daughter for the day. This purchase of
the nail polish is the very first step in putting it all together."
"That is a fascinating idea, are you sure you can carry it off?"
"I really hope so; I have been researching on the internet about makeup,
voice tutorials, applying nail polish and so on."
"I would love to help you," she said to my surprise.
"Do you mean it, it would make all the difference and it would be great to
have an expert in cosmetics and an expert in being a girl, which you are so
obviously good at both."
She laughed "Well thank you kind sir for the compliments. But I really
would love to do it; by the way my name is Janet."
"Hi I'm Brooke, when can we start. Time is a bit short as Mother's birthday
is the end of August."
"Well the first thing we have to do is shop for a complete outfit, as I
assume you don't own any women's clothes at the moment," she said with a
twinkle in her eye.
"Your assumption was correct, when are you available?"
"I have Friday's off generally, so how about this Friday? I can meet you
here at say nine in the morning and we can see what we can put together and
you can come to my place to try it on and get your first lesson in being a
girl," she said laughingly.
"Friday it is, I can't wait."
We exchanged telephone numbers and I left. I could not believe my luck,
expert help from a really nice girl, who I have to admit I really fancied.
I told Mother on Thursday that I am meeting a friend in town on Friday and
we would be spending the whole day together, but I would be back to arrange
dinner, as I knew Mother was busy with one of her charities all day.
On Friday, I was up early and carefully shaved my face, under arms and
legs, ready for the day. I met up with Janet at nine. I was wearing a pair
of tight jeans, with a loose top to give me an androgynous look. She looked
stunning, a denim mini skirt, black tights, three inch heels, a red skinny
rib top. Make up just so and deep dark red nail varnish, which I knew was
fashionable!
"I have put together a complete makeup kit for you here at the store. Have
a look at it and if you're happy you can buy it. You will get it at my
discount price."
The assistant and colleague of Janet's got out the package, which I paid
for. I did not look, after all Janet knows more about these things than I
do.
"Let's go for a coffee and plan our day," she suggested.
Over coffee I told her, if I let my hair down it did look quite girly and I
had brought along a hair brush to make it look decent. She thought it was a
good idea, so having organized where we were going, we popped into the
stores staff room, which was empty at this hour and Janet brushed through
my hair and even added a little lipstick. Looking at my reflection in the
mirror, I was quite convincing. I took care with the way I walked as we
first went to a dress shop. Actually we went to four dress shops before we
found a dress which we both agreed would be perfect. It is a linen dress in
a close weave, straight and falls just on my knee, short sleeved with a
high neck and quite plain. We added a brown leather belt. After it seemed
we had visited every shop around we settled on a pair of brown leather
court shoes with a three inch stiletto heel. I really had to concentrate on
walking in these, but a few tips from Janet prevented me from making a fool
of myself. We then got some accessories, dark brown drop earrings
consisting of various shaded balls, a neck scarf with an autumnal print and
a couple of brown bangles. Janet said she had a gold watch I could borrow.
Finally we went to select some underwear. Janet said she had read in a
magazine about a push up bra made by Hema that increases your bust by two
sizes. In fact it is modeled by the male model Andrej Pejic. We go to a
very glamorous underwear shop, where my measurements are checked and they
have the bra in question in stock in my size. We purchase a white one and
selected a couple of pairs of panties to go with the bra. We also purchased
a couple of pairs of natural coloured 15 denier pantyhose, sheer to the
waist under the name 'nude', this completed our shopping.
As it was now lunchtime, we stopped for a light lunch in town before
repairing to Janet's flat to try out our purchases. Janet has a lovely two
bed roomed flat in one off the nicest areas of Oxford. She explained to me
that her parents have retired and are living in Spain and they had bought
her this flat before they left. At Janet's suggestion, we try the makeup
first, to avoid accidently marking the dress. We went to her lovely bedroom
and Janet sat me in front of the dressing table mirror.
"Now I will apply all your makeup, explaining what I am doing on the way,
but you must watch me carefully, but you will then have to do it yourself.
Remember on the day I will not be around to help you." She then proceeded
to apply foundation, blusher, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, before taking
away a few stray hairs on my eyebrows applying a dark pencil, powder to
blend it all and finally lipstick. I had been concentrating so hard on how
each application was done that it was not until she had finished that I
looked at the result. I was amazed; in the mirror I saw a younger version
of my Mother. No one could possibly think this was a boy.
"Janet you are amazing, this is far, far better than I could have hoped."
"I must say, I am rather pleased myself," Janet said. "But you are an easy
subject, I agree with your Mother, you do have a pretty face. We won't do
your nails today but now, go and clean it all off in the bathroom, here are
some wipes and a bottle of makeup remover. Do it gently, we don't want you
with a sore face."
I went to the en suite bathroom and carefully removed all the makeup. When
I got back to the bedroom, Janet suggested
"You now have a go, if you make any mistakes just wipe it off and try
again. Minimum gives maximum effect so don't cake it on. When you are
satisfied, change into the outfit we have just bought and come and meet me
in the lounge." With that she departed and left me to it.
Thanks to her carefully explained tuition, plus the tutorials I had studied
on the internet, I got on reasonably well. I struggled a bit with the
blusher, firstly too much and then not properly balance, but I finally got
it right. Contouring the three shades of brown eye shadow was not easy, but
eventually I had achieved virtually the same effect as Janet. I then
stripped out of my clothes and firstly put on the panties, which fitted
fine and tended to flatten my manhood reasonably well. The bra was
difficult to attach as the fastener was on my back, but I managed. I then
had to manipulate the flesh around my breast area to accommodate the push
up bra. The result was amazing and definitely looked as though I had small
female breasts. I then put on a pair of pantyhose. I found this easy having
watched my Mother dressing many times. I put on the dress taking great care
not to touch my makeup. I added all the accessories, scarf, belt, earrings,
bracelets and the borrowed watch before slipping into my shoes. I stood up
and looked into the full length mirror in the room. There was no doubt that
there in front of me was a smartly dressed, very pretty young woman. But
what struck me was not this, I felt suddenly utterly relaxed, confident and
more comfortable with myself than I can ever remember - weird. I walked
around the room a few times and found I did not have to think or worry
about the heels, my poise was very feminine without me trying. I loved the
way the dress felt and pantyhose are so silky rubbing against the dress.
I walked to the lounge and posed in the doorway for Janet. Her eyes nearly
popped out of her head.
"This is amazing, walk around the room; andlet's see how you get on." I
walked around the room as if I was a model at a fashion show.
"You have been holding back on me, you have been doing this for ages." She
grinned.
"Not true, I assure you this is the very first time I have ever tried a
dress or skirt in my entire life, let alone heels. It's just that when I
put on the outfit, it seemed so natural to walk and poise this way, I did
not even notice I was wearing heels."
There was a long silence with Janet staring at me.
"Where did that feminine voice come from?" she asked.
"I did not realize but this is the feminine voice that I had been learning
on the internet. It seems that when I dress as a woman, all these things
seem to happen naturally."
Janet smiled. "Let's have some tea on the patio, I think you should get
comfortable with what you are wearing, although so far it does not seem any
problem."
We had tea on the patio, I remembered to smooth my skirt as I sat down and
kept my knees close together when I crossed my legs. Although I would not
admit it, I really loved everything I was wearing, a dress is so much more
comfortable than trousers and I secretly adored my pert little breasts.
"Gosh, is that the time, I have to get back to make dinner for us at home,
I will have to fly."
I got up and Janet caught my hand, turned my round and kissed me hard on
the lips. I had no problem in responding and held her tight while we deeply
embraced.
"I fancied you from the moment you walked to my counter earlier in the
week. I don't know why, but dressed like you are now makes me weak at the
knees."
"The feeling is mutual, but you don't have to dress up for me to want you!"
We both laughed and I hurried off to carefully remove all my makeup, change
to my normal clothes and put my hair back in the ponytail. We agreed to
leave all the clothes and makeup at Janet's flat and to meet again on
Monday evening after Janet finished work. A long embrace and I rushed off
home. Dinner was a little late, but Mother did not complain.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Oh, I met up with a friend in town and we just chilled out, bit of shop
looking, a bit of food and just chatting."
"Do I know him?" Mother asked.
"Actually it's a 'her' Mother."
"Don't tell me you've got a girlfriend at last," she said with a grin.
"It's early days Mother, but I am meeting her again on Monday evening."
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