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Mother and I Have A Super Bowl Party, Part III
By Sandy Brown
Author's Note:
I was thrilled with the number of readers who emailed me asking for the
version of the last chapter with images. For those who would like to
see this chapter with images as well, feel free to email me at
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That evening, when Mother and I got home, I went upstairs to my bedroom
to get out of her clothes. She said to me, "Honey, when you get
changed, come and get me. I'll show you how to remove your makeup."
I noted that she did not say, "I'll take your makeup off." She was
going to show me how, as if this were information I might need for the
future. Or was that me just over-reading into things? Mother
continued, "Also, I know you have come to love your nails as much as I
do, but we had better take off the polish and cut them back a bit before
school tomorrow."
When Mother said that, I thought I was going to cry. I knew how silly I
was being. I mean, after all, I had just done this for a bet, right?
And anyway, of course I could not go to school with my nails like this.
But in a way that was hard for me to describe, my new nails felt like
they were a part of me. I tried to hide it, but Mother could see how
upset I was. She came over and gave me a hug. Of course, that just
made it worse. Now, I was really crying. I mean, tears were plinking
on to the floor from my eyes! Mother hugged me tight and gently rocked
me, and said, "Oh, My precious sweet thing!"
And I sobbed a little and said, "Mommie, I don't know what is wrong with
me! I know this was just a silly bet! But, well, today felt like the
best day of my life! And the most important day of my life! I felt, I
don't know, like I was born today! I felt...well, I felt like your
daughter, Mommie, and it was the best feeling.....And, well, I loved
wearing your clothes...it made me feel so special, and so close to you.
You are the prettiest lady in the world, and when the waitress said I
looked just like you, it made me so happy."
Mother stroked my head, and quietly said, "Which of my clothes did you
like the best? Those jeans looked so good on you! I think they fit you
better than they fit me!"
Even more quietly, I answered, "Your panties."
She pulled back slightly and raised an eyebrow. She said, "Really? Why
is that?"
I said, "Well, not only did they feel good, not only were they so
pretty, but...well...I loved knowing that they were yours. That you wore
them."
I sobbed and said, "Oh, Mommie, I know that is not normal! What is
wrong with me?"
Mother said, "Shh, Honey, there is nothing wrong with you! Everyone,
boy and girl, has both boy and girl in them. I always knew you had more
girl in you than most boys, and you are just discovering that. There is
nothing wrong with that! And as far as feeling special about wearing my
panties, I'm flattered! You and I have always had a special
relationship. We have always been closer than most mothers and sons, or
even mothers and daughters. And now that we have shared our little
'girl's weekend' together, we are even closer. You need to stop crying
Sweetie. You should feel GOOD about this!"
I just laid in her arms for a minute, without saying anything. Finally
I said, "But, Mommie...I don't want to stop! What am I going to do? I am
not a girl, I am a boy! How am I going to go to school?"
Mother said, "Sweetie, I know it's all new and confusing. But we will
figure it out together, OK? In the meantime, why don't you run upstairs
and get changed. Put on the nightie that I gave you. And when you come
back down, we will take your polish off and trim your nails a bit, but
we will still leave them a little long, ok? And when you come home from
school tomorrow, the first thing we are going to do is paint our nails a
pretty new color? OK?"
I started crying and sobbing again. But this time, it was out of
relief. I had worried that I would never again experience the pleasure
of having my mother paint my fingernails, and now, it was going to
happen again tomorrow! Of course, I knew they would not look as pretty
or as feminine if they were shorter, but they would still be beautiful!
And most important, we would be doing our nails together! Oh, I just
wanted to be with her all the time. I wanted to be with her, and I
wanted to be like her! That was why the day was so special - wearing
her clothes, going with her to the makeup counter and trying on makeup
together, having lunch at the caf?, like two pretty young ladies, oh, it
was all such a perfect fantasy!
I came downstairs in my nightie. Mother showed me how to remove my
makeup. She removed the polish from my nails, trimmed them a bit, and
re-shaped them. There was no question that the length and shape were
still very feminine. I did not want to attract attention or trouble at
school, but I was glad that Mother had left my nails on the edge of what
was acceptable.
The next day at school, I had trouble concentrating. All I wanted to
do was run home and have Mother paint my nails. When I got home, she
was waiting for me. I noticed right away that she was wearing a pretty
dress and more makeup than usual. She looked even more beautiful than
she normally did. I said, "Oh, Mommie, you look so pretty, were you out
somewhere today?"
Mother smiled, and did a little twirl with her dress. She said, "No,
Honey, I wasn't anywhere. I just thought I would look a little special
for you."
Oh, my, I thought I was going to swoon. The only thing better than
seeing Mother looking so pretty was knowing that she had done that for
me. I almost felt like she was saying, "I know you cannot get dressed
and made up like this, and I know you want to. So I am doing it for
both of us!"
Mother took out a new bottle of polish with a gorgeous color, one that I
noted went perfectly with her makeup, and she did her nails. She said,
"OK, Princess, time for you to start learning how to do this. Remember
what I said, if you get good at it, you can do mine and make some money!
But don't get discouraged. I have been doing this for many years. It
takes lots of practice to get good at it!"
I tried, and Mother gave me little tips along the way, like how to wipe
away a little stray polish while it was still wet. I loved painting my
nails, and I loved doing this girlish activity with Mother! I felt so
special!
The next morning, I woke up a little early, got my cotton balls and nail
polish remover, and took all of the polish off of my nails. I was proud
that I was able to do this all by myself. This became our routine for
the whole week. I would run home from school, Mother and I would do our
nails, and in the morning I would wake up and remove the polish. Each
day, I got a little better at it. By the end of the week, I thought I
was doing a very good job! I felt like I was almost ready to try
painting Mother's nails!
On Friday, when I got home from school, we painted our nails as usual.
But we used a very pale color, called Ballet Slippers. It was barely
noticeable, but very pretty and feminine. I had a feeling that Mother
picked a subtle color because perhaps I would be wearing it all weekend?
I hoped so!
After we did our nails, Mother had another surprise for me. We walked
into my bedroom, and I saw yellow Post-it Notes on my underwear and sock
drawers. One Post-it Note said "Tuesday / Thursday." I opened this
drawer, which was my underwear drawer, and it looked like it always did.
My sock drawer had a Post-it Note that said "Monday / Wednesday /
Friday." I opened the drawer. There were no socks. Instead, there
was a small stack of beautiful panties. They did not look new. I
looked questioningly at Mother, and she said, "Well, you told me that
the most special thing you wore was my panties. And I thought, well,
maybe you can wear them during the week. Except you have gym class on
Tuesdays and Thursdays. So, I created a separate drawer and put notes
on so you will not forget. It is very important that you not wear my
panties on the days you have gym! Do you think you can follow this
system?"
I was so excited, I was going to get to wear panties to school! And
best of all, they were Mother's panties! I couldn't believe it! I gave
her a big hug and said, "Yes, Mommie, I will be very careful." And then
I quietly said, "Thank you."
She squeezed me and said, "You're welcome. I was going to get you some
new ones of your own, but, well, after our conversation, I thought you
might actually prefer to wear mine."
I didn't say anything; I just nodded silently.
Saturday was soon here. I couldn't help thinking about the weekend
before, how it felt like my life had changed. I wondered what, if
anything, was in store for me this weekend.
Mother was a little mysterious at breakfast. She said, "I thought we
might do a little shopping. I laid out some clothes for you on my bed.
Why don't you come to my bedroom after your shower and get changed."
I followed her instructions. There on her bed were the same panties and
camisole I had worn the week before. Instead of jeans, there was a pair
of white capris. For a top, there was a blue and white horizontal knit
striped top with a scooped neck and three quarter length sleeves. On
the floor next to the bed, there was a cute pair of white, T-strap
sandals with a low heel. The whole outfit was just darling. I wondered
what we were going to do!
I got dressed and found Mother downstairs. I was wondering about
makeup, of course! I remembered that the week before, it had made all
the difference between me looking like a boy in girlish clothes, vs.
looking like a girl.
Mother looked me up and down and said, "OK, just one or two things
before we go."
She sat me down at her makeup table, but was much more sparing in her
use this time. Just a little bit of mascara, a little bit of blush, and
a tiny bit of nearly clear lip gloss. It was all very subtle, but I
still thought it made a pretty big difference in my look. And knowing I
was wearing some makeup certainly made me feel different.
As we headed out to the mall, I realized that, while my outfit was
somewhat similar to the week before, everything was different this time.
Because there was no bet, no reason for me to be dressing this way, even
if last time it was just an excuse. Of course, nothing is ever as
special as the first time, but still, I felt wonderful, and a little
scared, to be going out like this with Mother.
We got to the mall and headed to our old stomping ground, Saks. I was
hoping we would once again linger in the cosmetics section, but we
headed straight to the fourth floor, Lingerie. There was not a male in
sight. The whole floor was a dreamy array of silk and lace. Everything
seemed to scream 'feminine'. Mother took my hand and walked me over to
the bra section. I was embarrassed to be seen there, but also flattered
that Mother would take me with her to help her buy bras for herself.
The bras were attached to little hangers, and hanging on racks. Mother
picked up one or two, and held them up away from her so she could look
at them. Mother has a small back but is very curvaceous, and the first
thing I noticed, after admiring how pretty the bras were, was that they
seemed way too small for her. I guessed she would find the style she
liked, and then look for it in the right size.
A sales lady approached. She smiled at us and said to Mother, "May I
help you?"
Mother smiled back and said, "Why yes, thank you! This is my son,
Sandy."
The woman looked at me in surprise, but she did not lose her composure.
She smiled and held out her hand. I shook her hand and she said, "Nice
to meet you Sandy. It's so nice to see a, ah, young man who is nicely
dressed. So many boys today look so sloppy."
I could see her eyes go to my nails, painted in Ballet Slippers. I
could feel her eyes taking everything in.
I still did not suspect that we were there for anything other than to
buy Mother some bras.
Mother then said, "Sandy is wearing a cami under his blouse. But I
think he might be ready for a training bra. Can you show us a few
things?"
If the woman was surprised that a mother was in her department to buy
her son some bras, she did not show it. She was cool as a cucumber. As
for me, I was mortified and speechless. Even though the woman was
acting as if this were normal, I knew she must have been shocked. It
was pretty clear that Mother never intended to have me pass as a girl
today, like she did last week. Now I understood why she only had me
wear minimal makeup. She was taking her SON shopping for a bra, and was
not going to pretend otherwise.
It did help that the woman could not have been nicer, and was acting as
if this happened all the time. She had gathered up five or six training
bras and took us to a dressing room. I had never worn a bra before, and
Mother went into the dressing room with me to help me. As soon as the
door closed I looked at her in alarm and whispered, "Mother!"
She giggled and actually tickled me a little and whispered, "Come on,
Princess, admit that this is fun! That proper lady is shocked! Plus, I
know you are going to look completely adorable in your very own bra!"
How could I not smile? Wasn't this exactly what I wanted? To be out
with Mother, acting like two silly school girls? And getting to buy my
very own bras, no less? It all felt like such naughty fun.
I took off my blouse, and the cami, and I held my arms straight out as
Mother instructed. Mother slipped a tiny, lacy bra through my arms and
clasped the back behind my back.
How did it feel? It felt familiar, yet I knew I had never done anything
like this. Then I realized what the feeling was. It was exactly the
same as when Mother painted that very first stroke of nail polish on my
nail. A rush of emotion, out of all proportion to the act itself. With
the simple of act of having the bra put on me, I felt completely, purely
feminine. And it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
We bought half a dozen bras. Although Mother had been having a little
fun at the sales lady's expense, Mother actually embraced her with a
little hug after she rang up our purchases and thanked her for being so
kind and understanding. The woman smiled and said, "Oh, it's my
pleasure." She stopped for a moment and then added, "I happen to have a
nephew who is close to Sandy's age, maybe a little younger. He is such
a sweet and gentle boy. I see the way he looks at me when I put on my
lipstick. And, well, you have inspired me. Maybe I will buy him
something a little special, our little secret between me and him. What
do you think, Sandy?"
I felt an outpouring of affection for this nice lady. I said, "Oh, I
think that is lovey. And I think your nephew is lucky to have an aunt
like you."
The woman smiled, but had a little tear in her eye. As we walked away,
with Mother holding my hand, she said to me, "Honey, it does not matter
to me whether you are boyish or girlish. What matters is that you are
kind to people, and treat them the way you would want to be treated."
She gave me a kiss and said, "I'm so proud of you."
I thought our day could not be topped. I was so happy, and trying so
hard to absorb all of these new experiences and sensations, that my head
was spinning. But the day was not over.
Mother had been sitting with me in the living room, drinking wine. She
was on her third glass, which was more than I was used to seeing her
drink. She seemed to be in a very good mood, and the wine seemed to be
loosening her inhibitions. I was wearing my nightgown, but I had yet to
take off the training bra that I had worn out of Saks. Mother was
teasing me a little, saying that I seemed to be very attached to my new
bra, and wondering aloud when I would be outgrowing a training bra and
be ready for a real bra. I was embarrassed. Until she told the sales
lady that we were there for training bras for me, it never occurred to
me that I would be wearing a bra! And until she said something about me
growing into a real bra, the idea that that could happen never occurred
to me either! All of a sudden I found myself wondering about what it
would be like to be able to fill a real bra.....
Mother got up from the couch, saying she had to visit the little girl's
room. I assumed it was from all the wine she had been drinking!
When she came back, she had a little bit of a funny look on her face.
She said, "Honey, the last couple of weeks have really been amazing. I
feel like you have been exposed to so many new things. And yet, all
these girlish things seem to suit you so, well, so naturally. Nail
polish, makeup, a bra. It's as if you were always meant to experience
these things. Do you agree?"
I was quiet, still thinking about breasts, but answered, "Yes, Mommie, I
have loved everything."
Mother continued. "Honey, there are some more things about being a
lady, well, that I think you do not know about. Would you like to learn
about them?"
Yes, of course I wanted to learn!
Mother started explaining to me about a girl's 'time of the month.' She
explained to me what a tampon was. She said that was what she had been
doing in the bathroom. And then she said, "Honey, I know that part of
what has been fun for you has been, well, being like Mommie. You have
gotten to wear my clothes, and my makeup, and we have worn the same nail
polish. Obviously, because you have boy parts and I have girl parts,
you can't know exactly what it is like to have your time of the month.
But if you'd like, you can try a tampon, just like Mommie. We would
just put it in the back instead of the front."
OMG. Two minutes ago I had never even heard of a tampon, and now I was
being asked if I wanted to try one! Of course I said yes!
Mother took me by my hand to her bedroom, which was carpeted. She had
me get on my hands and knees. I was very scared! She took out the
tampon and unwrapped it. She took out some Vaseline and put some on her
finger. She said, "Sweetie, this is going to feel a little funny, like
when I take your temperature. I am just going to put a little Vaseline
on your bottom."
She lifted up the bottom of my nightie and pulled it up towards my
waist. And she pulled my panties down towards my ankles. And then, she
slid her finger inside me. OMG, I loved how that felt! I did not want
mother to take her finger out! When she did, it felt as if something
were missing. But in a moment, the feeling returned, when she slid the
tampon inside me.
I knew this was naughty, even worse than Mother taking me for a bra.
But it somehow felt right. Mother said, "See Honey, now we really are
the same. I am wearing a tampon too. Can you feel the little string?
When you have to make a poo, you need to pull that string and take your
tampon out. Do you think you can do that without any help?"
I could not believe all this was happening. I had never thought about
any of this until a few minutes ago, and yet it also felt like a dream
come true. Because now, I really was just like Mommie. I felt the
little string tickling me between my legs, and smiled.
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