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STORY OF CHARLIE I checked in the full length hall mirror before leaving the house. I was more than happy with the way I look. I locked the front door and strolled down the drive to my car, I got in and backed out of the driveway, no need to change my shoes, these are only three inch heels. As I drive to the railway station to catch my train to London. I smiled to myself realizing how much enjoyment I now get out of life. I am wearing a simple navy three quarter sleeve jersey dress, the hem falls just above my knee, my nude pantyhose blend perfectly with my navy leather stilettos. I have absolutely minimum jewelry, just a gold watch and simple gold disc earrings. I have a black woolen winter coat over my dress, the hem just four inches from my ankles; my only other accessory is my navy shoulder bag. My makeup is minimalistic, just foundation, a hint of blusher, light mascara and eyeliner, eyebrows deep brown, no eye shadow and a natural coloured lipstick, my nails are bright red. If you had suggested, eighteen months ago, that this is the way I would be going to the job interview today, I would have laughed at you and told you that the very idea was impossible. But I am getting ahead of myself and must reveal the whole story. My name is Charlie, my Mother and Father decided on a name before I was born and not knowing whether my pregnant Mum was having a boy or girl they elected to have a name suitable for either sex. So when a little boy was born, they immediately knew what I was to be called. I never knew my Father who died of cancer when I was less than eighteen months old. Although only twenty four, he was extremely wealthy having developed a range of cutting edge projects essential for the computer and mobile phone market. My widowed Mother was therefore left an extremely wealthy woman and as she inherited my Father's Company shares, she was elected to the board of Directors and continued to enjoy a substantial salary as the company continued to prosper. My Mother also dedicated her life to her one and only child, namely me and refused to get involved with another man, although I am sure she had many offers. She did maintain a large social circle and involved herself in charity work when she was not dealing with company affairs, but her top priority was to see that I was brought up in the best possible manner. She has always shown overwhelming love to me, but has never spoiled me. I was sent to a boy's boarding school to make sure I received that proper grounding for respect and self confidence. My Mother is exceptionally pretty with long raven black hair and always looks extremely smart and beautifully well dressed. There is no doubt she is a "girly" girl and her clothes and makeup are very feminine. I absolutely adore my Mother and cannot find enough ways to please her. From a young age, I have helped around the house with the washing and cooking and always keep my room tidy. I apparently take after my Father as I have very blond hair, almost platinum in parts and a very fair complexion. I am slight in build but physically well built and enjoy playing squash and tennis as well as competitive swimming, which keeps me very fit We often go shopping together and Mother always asks my opinion when she is buying clothes, even her underwear. I take a keen interest in her fashion and there are always loads of fashion magazines around the house to read. I suppose our house is pretty feminine in d?cor, which is inevitable where there has been no man around the place, but I enjoy our home. Mother and I have no secrets from one another and she often wanders into my bathroom when I am having a shower and I will stroll into her bathroom whilst she is soaking if I have something I want to talk to her about. This has always been the case since I was very small. I know when it is her time of the month and I even told her when I had my first wet dream. It was no big deal, Mum was just delighted that I was growing up in a normal manner. Now I am seventeen and I have left school to go to a sixth form college to complete my A-Levels. The main reason for this is that, frankly, I was getting bored as I find the work pretty easy and College will give me more flexibility in my studies. I have taken to bringing Mother a cup of coffee to her bedroom first thing in the morning and I lie on her bed as we chat whilst she is dressing and doing her makeup. I love watching her select the outfit she will be wearing for the day, how she coordinates everything including her underwear and then how she carefully grooms her hair and applies her makeup. "You always seem to be fascinated watching me apply my makeup don't you?" She asked me one morning. "Yes I am. You are so pretty, you don't need makeup and yet when you apply it; it emphasizes more how pretty you are. I think it is so skillful how you can make your eyes sparkle, the way you enhance the shape of your face and more." "I should be good at it, after all I trained to be a cosmetic consultant" She smiled "I could make you look prettier, you know". Mum has always teased me that I am a pretty boy. It is always in fun and neither of us treat it seriously. "I don't think men do that sort of thing Mother," I laughed. "No. I am serious" She said "You are so blond that a little makeup on the eyelashes and eyebrows would really improve your appearance. I bet I could do it so that nobody could see you were wearing makeup." "You're kidding me; it would sit out a mile." "Oh, go on, let me try, you may be surprised and anyway if you don't like it you can wash it off straightaway. Please let me try." Mother gave me such a pleading look; I could not resist her request. "OK, just to satisfy you." Mum looked so thrilled; I was excited as I so love pleasing her. "Come and sit here," she said, patting her dressing table seat. I duly did as she asked with my back to the mirror. Mum then picked up a pencil and I felt her apply this to my blond eyebrows, she then took some tweezers and plucked some hairs from my eyebrows. "Hang on - I didn't give you the OK to reshape my brows," I exclaimed. "Don't panic, just removing a few stray hairs, it only neatens up your eyebrows, promise." She smiled. She then picked up a mascara brush and I felt her gently stroking first my upper and then my lower eyelashes. She then stood back to admire her work and returned again to once again fiddle with my eyelashes. She was finally satisfied. "OK you can now look." I swiveled round to look in her dressing table mirror. I was amazed, my darkened eyebrows and eyelashes really brought shape to my face, compared with the normal bland wishy-washy appearance. She was also correct that you could see no evidence of makeup; even my eyelashes simply appeared black. I could see Mum watching me anxiously for a reaction. I really savored the moment, looking one way and another, without indicating at all what I thought. Eventually, I could see Mother could bare it no longer. "I really like it, I am so impressed!" Mother was so excited, I thought she was going to wet herself! She threw her arms round me and hugged me. "I am thrilled to bits - see I told you it would work." I cannot tell you how thrilled I was in making Mum as happy as this and was determined to keep her this happy. "Mum, can I keep it on all day. It is sooo impressive." "Of course you can, I love the way you look." She hugged me again. So all day I went around wearing the makeup. I even went down to the nearby convenience store to buy a bottle of wine to have with dinner. Nobody so much as gave me a sideways glance; it was obvious that my appearance appeared normal. Before I went to bed Mum showed me how to clean off the makeup and I tucked into bed still excited by how I had given Mum so much pleasure and fascinated in my own reaction to how pleased I was in my appearance. The following day was Sunday. As usual I brought Mum her morning coffee. We chatted about this and that whilst she dressed. She wanted to know which shoes I thought would go best with the lovely green silk dress she had decided to wear. I suggested a really high heeled black patent leather shoe. "A bit over the top for a casual Sunday, isn't it?" she commented. "Go on" I said "You love dressing up and don't forget you are entertaining me!!" She laughed as she slipped into the shoes. I could see Mum looking over to me more often than usual as she applied her makeup. I was careful to choose my moment, just as she completed her makeup by dabbing her lipstick with a tissue. "Mum, would you show me how you applied the eyebrow pencil and mascara; I think I would like to use it from time to time." Mum's face lit up. "Of course, shall we do it now?" "If it's not too much trouble?" I knew was a silly question. We sent the next half hour with Mum showing me how to apply the described makeup. At the end we were both satisfied. I could see how excited Mum was and this again gave me so much pleasure in pleasing her. "Shall we go out to lunch?" Mum asked. "Why not, I think I am smart enough, don't you think?" Mum turned as we entered the restaurant, as she looked stunning, I am so proud of her. I was pleased no one gave me a second glance and clearly did not notice my makeup. We had a wonderful lunch. I was delighted with the effect of my makeup and especially as it clearly thrilled Mum as she kept on glancing at me and smiling. On Monday I showered dressed grabbed some breakfast and went to college, leaving Mum to lie in as agreed the night before. When I got home in the early afternoon there was a note from Mum to say she had gone to a charity meeting and would be back in the early evening, and if I had time, could I make dinner for the two of us. I went to my bedroom to freshen up and change and there, on my dressing table is eyebrow comb and brushes, various eyebrow colors, black mascara and a pair of tweezers. Mum is so thorough. I do not want to let her down. I process my eyebrows with comb and colour and then apply the mascara to my eyelashes. I really like the result and cannot wait for my Mum's reaction. I prepare a simple evening meal of cold ham with a range of salads. When Mum gets home, she checks me out and it delights me to see how pleased she is with me. "I see you found the present I left you and I am thrilled to see you are using it." "Thanks Mum, yes, I find it quite fun to do, and you were right it does show my face with more interest." For the next week, every evening when I got home from college I applied the makeup. I so like the look that the following Monday morning I very carefully did my eyebrows and applied my mascara and went off to college. Most people noticed the addition of my cosmetics and several of the girls said how cool it was. I explained to anyone who asked how it improved my appearance and I think everyone accepted this. The use of makeup made me more conscious of my appearance, which until now I have shown little attention. I took much more care of my long hair as well as paying more attention to my hands, keeping them clean and my nails neatly trimmed to shape. In a few weeks applying makeup to my brows and eyelashes had become a routine, but I was a bit disappointed with my hair and discussed this with Mum. "I don't seem to be able to do anything with my hair Mum, it is lank and lacks body unlike yours which looks so full and shiny." "I think one of the problems is your hair is all the same length, which is OK when you screw it into a ponytail but if it were layered and then you regularly used conditioner and really brush it through every day, I think it would be fantastic, as it is such a lovely colour. I will make an appointment at my salon if you like." "OK Mum it is worth a try." The following weekend I went to Mum's salon and Sally her stylist. She explained how she would create different lengths to my hair which would then appear fuller and she would shampoo and condition my hair which should then generally give a better appearance. "There may be a little problem though" She said "It may look a little girly, unless you have it in a ponytail." "Then I shall have to keep it in a ponytail and if I am unhappy, I will simply let it grow out again OK." Sally then went to work firstly a shampoo and then she cut my wet hair created the layered effect she wanted. She then applied conditioner before blow drying my hair. She then carefully combed it through, before showing me the result from all angles. "Sally, That looks super and feels a lot more manageable and I would describe the result as androgynous rather than girly." Sally smiled "It really does suit you and I am so pleased you like it." When I got home, Mum loved the new style and once again I had done something that really pleased her, which thrilled me. For college, I wore my hair in a ponytail to avoid being considered a sissy, but I regularly apply mousse and conditioner as well as regularly shampoo it. It really does look good. Mum much prefers it down and around the house I leave it loose to please her. Mum was away all day on Saturday and I needed to go to town to get a new pair of jeans. I dressed casually and when I had applied my mascara and eyebrow treatment, I have shaped my eyebrows gradually over the weeks and really enjoy their contoured shape. I carefully brushed through my hair and was so pleased with how full and glossy it looked that I decided to leave it down. I went to the store which I preferred for jeans and there a man held a door open for me and said "After you Miss." This really amused me. I went to the jeans section of the store, but could not find anything that really suited me. Remembering the mistake the man made earlier, I wandered through to the ladies section and I found a pair which I really liked. I suppose they were a bit effeminate with the embroidery, but not over the top. I found my size and asked a sales assistant if I could try them on. "Certainly Miss," she said. "Please follow me to the changing cubicles." They fitted me perfectly except at the front where my male parts were constrained on the flat front. The only way I could overcome this was to tuck my little fellow between my legs. This I did and it was not that uncomfortable and the jeans really did look great and I liked the fact that they were different from the normal jeans I can buy. That evening I told Mum I had bought a new pair of jeans and hoped she would like them. She insisted that I try them on for her. I changed, being careful to tuck my little member between my legs and went to show Mum. "They are lovely," she exclaimed. "You seem to be developing a lovely sense of fashion, which delights me." I could see that she noticed the flat front to the jeans and although she must have realized how I had "dressed" myself, she did not comment, but I did detect a slight smile on her face. I think it was at this point I finally realized how Mum would really like me to look, or so I thought. If I was right, I would love to do what she wanted, but clearly could not ask. There and then I decided that I would give Mum what she wanted as her birthday present. That was for me to be her Daughter for the day. I thought it would be so much fun to make myself a passable girl, but I would not do it unless I looked totally convincing. So I set about preparing myself for the birthday present. I sent a lot of time on the internet gathering information on how to produce my new roll. I was amazed how much information was there and this convinced me that I could pull it off. During the next couple of weeks, I bought the outfit I intended to wear. Knowing I could be mistaken for a girl with my hair down, I went shopping in my new jeans. I took taking great care in the way I walked and my arm and hand gestures (internet tuition). No one seemed to question that I was anything other than a girl. I firstly went to a lingerie shop to purchase some panties and a bra. From the internet I noticed that Hema had used a male model to promote their latest padded bras, so I bought a white one in my size together with matching panties. I then bought a couple of pairs of nude coloured pantyhose, before descending on a shoe shop. I asked the girl to check my size, pretending I had grown a lot since previously buying. I then asked to try on about eight different pairs. The sales girl offered me some short stockings to wear instead of my socks. This I did and selected a pair of black court shoes with a three inch stiletto heel. I was nervous about walking in these, but found it surprisingly easy (Internet tuition again). I took my purchases home and as Mum was not going to be back for a few hours, I decided to try on my purchases. Firstly I shave all my sparse body hair, before putting on the bra, panties, pantyhose and shoes. The bra really did do what it said and I appeared to have small but noticeable breasts. The pantyhose were a revelation, they are so soft and silky on my legs, I could not stop smoothing them over. I put on the shoes and then inspected myself in Mum's full length mirror. Until then I had not realized what stunning legs I had - any woman would be proud of them, which was great for a boy pretending to be a girl. I put on my dressing gown and spent the next couple of hours wandering round the house getting used to my heels and practicing feminine poise and deportment. I videoed myself walking round the lounge for examination later. I wanted to see where I could improve my feminine image. Well before Mum got home, I carefully hid all my purchases in my bedroom, pleased with the first development of Mum's birthday present. The following weekend Mum had no commitments and so we spent our whole time together. I took her a coffee first thing on Saturday morning and we chatted while she dressed and did her makeup. As she was putting in her earrings, I asked her "Would you mind if I had my ears pierced? A lot of guys at college wear studs these days and I think it looks great." "I agree, you should have them done, I think it will really suit your appearance. Would you like me to arrange for them to be done at my salon, who offers this service?" she said. I could see she was actually rather thrilled, as I expected her to be. "Oh, that would be great Mum, yes please." Mum rang her salon as soon as we had finished breakfast and they were able to fit me in that afternoon. Mum came with me to her salon and very soon I had small gold studs in each ear. I was instructed how to treat them for the first week, until the holes healed, then I would be able to wear any pierced earrings I wanted. On Sunday morning, I took Mum her coffee to her bedroom and she said how lovely my studs looked and asked how my ears felt. "They are a little bit sore, but otherwise OK," I told her. "She looked at me and said "You know now with your eye makeup and your hair so much fuller, your face looks a little bit flat. I could just tweak up your cheekbones, which would bring a lot more feature to your face." "Mum, you're not trying to make me look girly again are you?" "No honestly, like your eyes, no one will really notice." "OK, but if it looks weird on me it is coming straight off." "Darling the choice is always yours. Come here and let me show you." So I went and sat at her dressing table with my back to the mirror, whilst she applied something with a brush along my cheekbones, before carefully smoothing it over with he hands. She then turned me towards the mirror. It was fantastic; the effect really shaped my face by providing a very gentle colour slightly deeper in shade to my own skin colour. This highlighted my cheekbones giving my whole face more definition. The appearance was not feminine really, but definitely androgynous. "Mum, you are so clever, I like it." I could see the immediate excitement in her face and this further convinced me that her birthday present was going to be a hit. When I got back from college on Monday afternoon, there at my dressing table was a small gift wrapped box. I opened it to find a brush and blusher powder, together with a guide for application. I smiled and promptly sat at my dressing table and following the instruction applied the blusher. I must be finding applying makeup easier as very quickly I had got a very good result, which would go unnoticed, except with very close scrutiny. There was no doubt my face showed more definition. A bit girly? Well somewhat, if I left my hair down. When Mum got home, I thanked her for the present and saw she loved the look I had created. I do so like to make Mum as happy as this. What will she like on her birthday? The following weekend, Mum was away the whole weekend at a charity conference. This gave me the perfect opportunity to complete my purchases for Mum's birthday present. I set out early on Saturday morning, my appearance more girly than androgynous. I had my hair down and brushed out fuller than normal, I wore my new jeans with a black ribbed top I applied the lightest mascara and eyebrow pencil. I first went to the cosmetic counter of the big departmental store in town. A very pretty young assistant asked if she could help. "I really think it is time I got a proper makeover," I explained to her. "My Mother is always complaining I am a bit of a tomboy and it is her birthday next month, so I thought I would try to glam up my act as a birthday present. Can you advise me?" "Sure," she said. "Did you want to do it now?" "Sounds great to me," I said. "OK, my name is Petra, let me call my assistant to man the counter and then I can actually do a full makeover for you, showing you what I do and if you are happy with it, I can put together all the products for you to purchase. You will also get a video which is a tutorial of everything I will be doing. If you are not happy with what I show you, there is no charge." I was then taken to a private area where Petra brought a whole array of cosmetics. She first spent some time cleansing my whole face removing all makeup. I had been very careful to shave my very sparse facial hair earlier this morning. She then proceeded to give me a full face makeup from foundation, mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, eyebrow colouring, blusher and lipstick. She showed me a full glamour look for going out to parties and the like, as well as a much more natural look for everyday wear. She finished with the latter and asked me if I would like to leave it on. She turned me to the mirror and all I could see was a girl in makeup, there was nothing manly there at all. It was terrific. I thanked her and agreed to leave it on as I purchased the complete range together with a nail varnish Petra recommended would go with everything. I then looked for a dress to complete my outfit. I wandered round the ladies boutiques with absolute confidence in my, now, very feminine appearance. I tried on many outfits both simple and glamorous, suits, skirts and dresses. I finally settled on a simple fine jersey red dress with three quarter sleeves and round neck. It could be worn at any time of day or night with ease. I now just needed the accessories. I settled on a simple black leather clutch bag, a couple of gold bracelets and a lovely pair of black bauble drop earrings for my newly pierced ears. Finally I selected a very intimate and seductive perfume. When I got home, I carefully stowed away my purchases. Mum never goes through my room as she knows how neat and tidy I keep everything, but I did make sure things were well hidden. On the Sunday, I decided I would wear the full outfit for the day to get really used to it, especially as Mum would not be back until the early evening. I took a shower and shaved all my bodily hair (which is very little), dressed in bra and panties, pantyhose, dress and high heels. I then brushed through my hair before watching the video of the makeup. I carefully followed the instructions first applying foundation, then two shades of eye shadow, combed my eyebrows and applied the colour with the brush, then mascara and eyeliner. I carefully applied and blended in the blusher and finally applied the red lipstick. I put in the drop earrings and bracelets. I then went to Mum's bedroom to inspect the results in her full length mirror. In front of me was Charlie's twin sister. It was totally feminine. Nobody could possibly think that this was a man. I was delighted. The next job was to eliminate all male mannerisms. My walk, poses, voice, hand and arm movements must be feminine. I spent the rest of the morning watching internet demonstrations on ways to achieve this and practiced them continuously. I then videoed myself in the lounge, walking around the room sitting and getting up, talking away, touching up my makeup. I played it back and noted areas for correction. By mid-afternoon, I was both satisfied and confident that I could look and act in a truly feminine manner. Expecting Mum in the early evening I changed back into my normal clothes and carefully removed all vestiges of the additional makeup as well as putting my hair into a ponytail. I carefully stowed away all my feminine items so that Mum would not find them. In the two weeks coming up to Mum's birthday, I continued to practice acting as a young woman, particularly walking in high heels and makeup and painting nails. Finally the great day arrived. I knew Mum would be out until the late afternoon at a charity function. I woke her early in the morning with her coffee and gave her a birthday card and hugged her wishing her a happy birthday and explaining that I would give her present when she got back in the afternoon. She looked surprised but said that would be OK. Soon after she left I went to my booked hair appointment with Sally at the salon. I explained that tonight I was going to a fancy dress party and the theme was "His and Hers" which meant we all had to appear as the opposite sex. "I am very competitive and want to win the prize for the best presentation. Can you make my hair into the most feminine style possible?" I asked. "Wow, this should be fun, of course, leave it to me" She said, giving me a slightly suspicious look, which I chose to ignore. An hour later, I had the most beautiful wavy hairstyle that caressed my neck with soft curls. "Sally you are a genius, I even fancy myself!" I told her. "Don't let any fellow pick you up on the way home," she laughingly told me. Back home, I got out my outfit before shaving every single hair from my body, I then put on my bra, panties, pantyhose and dress, slipped into my heels and spent the next half hour applying my makeup before painting my nails in a subtle red that matched my lipstick. I resisted applying perfume as this would be a giveaway to my Mum. I checked in front of Mum's full length mirror and was thrilled that I looked exactly as I intended, Charlie's identical twin sister. I carefully walked around the house, talking aloud to myself to make sure had had got the act down to perfection. Later in the afternoon I went into the lounge to await Mum's return. I hear her car in the driveway in the late afternoon. When she has been out for the day, she always goes straight to her bedroom, to freshen up, and today was no exception. I waited until she had got to her bedroom and then shouted up the stairs in my normal voice "Hi Mum, glad you are back. I am in the lounge with your birthday present, when you are ready." "I will just be a few minutes; I am very excited to know your mystery present." I stood by the fireplace, facing the closed door. I heard Mum come down the stairs and approach the lounge door. My heart was beating so fast, had I done the right thing? As she entered the room I said in my girly voice "Happy Birthday Mum - here is your present, your Daughter for the day." Mum stopped in silence, then slowly a grin came over her face and she rushed up to me and gave me a big hug. "How unbelievably clever of you. I love my Son, but always wondered what it would be like to have a Daughter, but never expected such a refined and pretty one. She stood back. "Let me get a good look at you, turnaround so that I can see you from all angles." I duly obliged, I could see Mum loved every second of it. "I love your makeup and your nails, you walk so elegantly and that voice is quite sexy. So what are we doing this evening?" "I have booked a table at your favourite restaurant, I hope that is OK." "Fantastic, come and tell me all about your creative present, before I change for dinner." So we sat down and I told Mum that the little things she asked me to do, let me to suspect she liked the thought of a Daughter and so I decided it would be fun to give her a Daughter for the day. We chatted about girly things, which, dressed as I was, I found to be quite natural. Mum then went to change. I freshened up my makeup and sprayed on my perfume and went back to the lounge. Mum soon joined me and looked absolutely stunning in a full skirted black and white printed dress, black four inch stilettos with ankle straps and black sheer pantyhose. Her makeup was very dressy and immaculate. "Let's have an aperitif, before the taxi arrives," and she walked across to the cocktail cabinet to pour us a drink. "I've never seen you in seamed pantyhose before," I said noticing the very straight seams as she walked across to get the drinks. "And you're not now," she said. "These are stockings. I have never had such female competition for a long time and I find stockings make me feel especially feminine. Before I got married, I always wore stockings on a special date. It makes me feel so girly. You should try them sometime to see what I mean," she said laughing. We arrived at the restaurant and I told the ma?tre'd. "We have a reservation, Miss Charlie Stacy." "Certainly Miss, ladies follow me." We were shown to our table. We had a lovely evening; I have never seen Mum so relaxed and clearly enjoying herself. "How long is my Daughter staying?" she asked. "And I trust her name is still Charlie?" "Of course you Daughter's name is Charlie and she can stay tomorrow, but your Son will be back to go to college on Monday." On Sunday morning, I got up really early, took a scented bubble bath, before dressing in the same outfit as I had worn the previous evening, after all it was the only girlie outfit I possessed. I carefully groomed my hair in the same style as the previous evening. I carefully applied my makeup before going to Mum's bedroom with her early morning coffee. "Charlie, you look gorgeous, I shall miss you lots. Do you know when you will be back again?" "I am not sure. It is very difficult to get away you know," I told her. I could see the disappointment on her face and wondered if I had perhaps overplayed the Daughter role. I had enjoyed creating the Daughter role and was delighted that Mum had gained so much pleasure from the game. But it was only a game and for us both to have some fun; although I confess I enjoyed being a girl!! We had a fun day together and I found I was getting quite relaxed in the Daughter role. In fact when I got up on Monday to go to college, I felt quite empty in not have to put on my 'face' and seeing my bland nails without the bright red varnish of the previous day. I soon put all this behind me and resumed my previous very normal life. Although my relationship with Mum was still extremely close, I could feel she was not quite the same bubbly person whose company I had enjoyed as her 'Daughter'. I therefore resolved to arrange for another visit from her 'Daughter' as a Christmas present. So in the weeks coming up to Christmas I gathered an outfit to wear for Christmas Day. Mum and I have booked a table for lunch on Christmas Day, so I had a good excuse to dress to the nines (although Mum was not to know). On Christmas Eve we had an enjoyable evening out with friends and when we got home, I told Mum it had been a long day and I was off to bed. I would bring her Christmas present down to breakfast. In my room, I quickly undressed and then sat at my dressing table and carefully painted my toenails and fingernails in a glittering shade of red. I have been carefully growing my fingernails and they now looked stunning. I put my hair in the rollers I bought recently and tucked down in bed. The rollers made it a bit uncomfortable but I still got off to sleep. I was up very early on Christmas Day, took a scented bath and carefully removed all my body hair. In my room, I put on my new underwear, black frilly panties with matching wonderbra which gave me a little bust, the set was completed with a matching suspender belt. I then carefully put on my pointed heels black seamed stockings. I have never worn stockings before but Mum is right, they do make you feel very feminine. I then sat at my dressing table and carefully applied my makeup, foundation, blusher, brown eyebrow colour, grey to blue shades of eye shadow, black eyeliner swepped up at the edges to exaggerate my eyes, then black mascara and finally a lipstick to match my nail polish finished off with a coat of gloss. I brushed out and styled my hair, the curls caressed to my shoulders. I then carefully put on my new black short sleeved fine jersey dress which is enhanced by a little black lurex that makes it shimmer. I slipped on my five inch stiletto heeled patent black leather shoes. I walked to my bathroom which now boasts a full length mirror, which Mother says I put in out of vanity. I looked at this vision of feminine beauty I had exceeded my wildest expectations. I really love the feel of everything I have on - yes I adore being feminine. I waited until I heard Mother go down to prepare breakfast, I then joined her in the kitchen. "Happy Christmas Mother. I am your Christmas present." Mother turned her eyes lit up and she rushed over to hug me. "I have so missed my Daughter how lovely to see you. I hope you will be staying for some time." "Actually, I decided I would like to stay permanently, unless you object." "Oh, how wonderful, I would be so happy to keep a Daughter and loose a Son." Mother looked so happy as she busied making our breakfast. When we sat down to eat Mother asked. "What made you decide you preferred being my Daughter?" "Oh, some few weeks ago, I realized how everything connected with looking like a girl thrilled me. I love applying makeup, I think my hands look so much prettier when painted, girlie underwear is so sensuous against my skin and pantyhose send a tingle down my spine. I love the soft smoothness of my hairless body. I adore my long hair with so many styling opportunities; high heeled shoes feel wonderful and make my legs look gorgeous. Dresses and skirts are much more comfortable and fun to wear than trousers. I am sure there are other reasons but that will do for now." "Whow!" said Mother. "You really are convinced. Tell me do you want to change sex?" "Good grief no. I have all those male feelings, I would love a girlfriend. It is just that I intend to look and dress the way you see me. I have decided I am not in the least bit worried what people think. They can either accept me or they simply will not be part of my circle of friends and acquaintances." At lunch we chatted endlessly about the new "me" and decided how we would introduce everybody with my dramatically changed appearance. We simply decided we would meet up with all the people we knew in groups and just see how they reacted. We also discussed my wardrobe, as it is very small in my current guise. Mum told me she was so thrilled with the developments that she would finance a complete wardrobe for me and could not wait to go shopping together.