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My Son's Budding Breasts, Chapter Five
By Sandy Brown
Author's note:
Dear Reader,
While we were all suffering from withdrawal when Fictionmania was down
for a few days, I found myself surfing the Web, looking for inspiration
(lol, ok, and stimulation!) I was amazed by the number of sites showing
femme boys. Well, not just the number of sites, but the sheer variety
of girlish boys, from somewhat androgynous to full transsexual. This
chapter was originally meant as a way to showcase that variety, and, as
our dearly beloved and departed Miss Vicky Renee used to say, "The
Prettiest of The Pretty." Unfortunately, some of these images are
protected, and I am not sure which ones. So, if you would like a copy
of the story with images (lots of images!) feel free to email me at
[email protected]
The day of our vacation was finally here. The past few months had
really been a whirlwind for me. A few months ago, I had been a normal
boy, and then my chest started growing. Now here I was, about to go on
vacation with my mom, and I was supposed to dress and act completely
like a girl for two weeks. I was very nervous, and very excited. Part
of what made me excited was the idea of fooling people. Having people
think I was someone who I was not. But, WAS I fooling people? Or was
this who I had become? Or, was this who I always was, and didn't
realize it?
I really didn't know who I was anymore. But I DID know some things:
I knew that although I had initially been horrified by my growing
breasts, I now liked my body, and in fact, thought about having it be
even curvier. I had lately found myself fantasizing about having a
smaller waist and a more rounded bottom.
I knew that I liked doing things like going shopping with Mom for shoes.
I knew that lately, when she found a pair of heels that she liked, I
found myself wondering what it would be like to wear them.
I knew that I liked it when Mom put makeup on me, and I liked how I
looked when I wore it.
I even knew that I really liked it when Mom put a tampon in my bottom,
so I would be just like her. I loved how vulnerable and helpless I felt
when she put it inside me.
And most of all, I knew that I loved my new relationship with my Mom.
Was this what it was like to be a daughter? I really didn't know; I
just knew that I loved how close we were.
Mom had been busy shopping for me while I was at school, and she did not
share what she bought. She thought it would be more fun if it was a
surprise. So, she packed a whole suitcase for me. On the morning we
were leaving, Mom gave me my outfit for our trip. I really did not know
what to expect! Did she even know how an ordinary teenaged girl
dressed?
I was relieved when I saw the outfit - a cute denim mini skirt, and a
really cute pink knit tank that showed my figure off. As Mom said, no
one who saw me in that tank would ever think I was a boy! She gave me a
cute pair of t strap white sandals with a little heel to finish off the
outfit. Mom had me do my makeup by myself; she reminded me that for a
girl my age, for a summer day, less was better. Just some lip gloss,
blush, mascara and some eyeliner. As usual, she helped me with the
eyeliner.
As we sat in the car together driving down to the shore, Mom asked me
how I felt. I told her, I knew this might be weird, but I felt totally
normal. Mom smiled and said nothing.
As we drove on, I couldn't help thinking about the beach. I mean, it
was one thing to be sitting in a car with my mom, wearing a skirt, but
it was another to think about walking down the beach wearing a bikini.
I had worried a little about people seeing my boy part, but I kind of
figured out how to tuck everything down and behind. Plus, Mom told me
she got me bathing suits with a skirted bottom that would hide things a
bit. Anyway, she said, people would be staring at my beautiful, young,
perfectly formed breasts, and no one would even notice my bottom.
It turned out that I did not have to worry about walking in a bikini for
at least one more day. When we woke up the next morning, it was pouring
rain outside! We both felt lazy, and Mom decided to splurge and order
room service. It felt so decadent to be eating breakfast in bed!
I had answered the door wearing a little nightie that Mother had gotten
me, and no bra. I was vaguely conscious that my nipples were poking at
the front of my slightly see-through nightie, but I had been a 'girl'
for such a short period of time, that I really did not give it much
thought. Except that when the nice young man bringing in the room
service walked in the door with our order, he started stuttering and
almost tripped with the tray of food. Mother was very amused that I
could have this effect on a young man, and I was just not sure what to
think. It was like all of a sudden I had this new power. Did I want to
have it? Did I want to use it?
After breakfast, she took out her laptop and talked to me. She said,
"Jordie, I have been doing lots of thinking about your situation. And I
have spent a lot of time online, doing research. There is something
important that I want you to understand. And that is, the choices that
people have today are much greater than they used to be. Things are not
black or white."
I was a little confused, and said, "What do you mean, Mom?"
And she said, "I mean, the choice is not, 'Do I want to be a girl, or do
I want to be a boy?' There ARE those choices, but they are not the ONLY
choices. There are lots of little choices in between. There are boys,
who are clearly boys, but look somewhat feminine. So, for example, a
boy like that might be wearing no makeup, and even boy clothes, but
might have beautiful hair and a very pretty face. Those boys are called
androgynous.
"Then there are boys who are boys but look VERY feminine. They are also
androgynous, but more girlish. Even though these boys do not have
breasts, like you, they might wear a bra and panties anyway. Maybe they
wear makeup, and maybe even girls' clothes. Usually these boys are not
trying to pass as girls. They like the fact that people know they are
boys, but pretty, feminine boys. There are lots of people who find
these pretty, girlish boys to be very attractive, even sexy.
"Sometimes boys like this will go even further. The might be very made
up, and maybe even wearing girls clothes, like a skirt, but they will
show their boy chests so people can see they are really a boy."
I said, "Mom, why would they want to do that?"
And she said, "I don't know Jordy, but I think that maybe they love the
shock value of the juxtaposition of a perfectly made up, beautiful face,
and a boy's chest."
Mom continued. "Then there are boys who have breasts. Most of them did
not have your condition; they decided to take hormones and get implants
because they wanted to have a chest like yours. But they have decided
to keep their boy parts. Are they still boys? I don't know; maybe they
are a third gender, part boy and part girl. In fact, sometimes they are
referred to as 'shemale'. Lots of these people have very sexy bodies,
and love to look glamorous, and wear lots of makeup. Many people,
including men who do not consider themselves gay, find these people to
be VERY sexy and attractive. There is a cruder name for them which I
should not share with you, but I will. Some people call them 'chicks
with dicks.' It's gross, but you get the point. In every way but the
fact that they have kept their boy part, these people are really just
like women.
"And, then finally, there boys who have gone all the way and had what is
called sexual reassignment surgery. They have had their boy part
removed and had a girl part constructed in its place. These people are
now considered women.
"So, you see, Jordie, there lots of variations. And you can be anything
you want. Whatever feels most comfortable to you. And there is no rush
to make up your mind."
This was a lot for me to take in, but I was happy to hear that there
were lots of choices. Mom continued. "Like I said, I have spent a lot
of time on the internet. Since it is a rainy day, I thought we could
have some fun looking at pictures of people who fit the five categories
I just described. I have saved some on my computer. Shall we look?"
This was so exciting to me! I had no idea that there were people out
there who also were wrestling with just how boyish or girlish they felt,
and what they wanted to look like! I couldn't wait to see their
pictures, and maybe even learn about them! I curled up next to Mom on
the couch as she powered up her laptop.
The first picture showed a boy who looked to be about sixteen. He has
wearing a black and white striped tank top. He had long hair, maybe
with extensions. Part of it was pinned back away from his face with a
bobbi pin. His eyebrows looked tweezed. He had a very soft, demure
look on his face. Mom said, "Here, Honey. The first one is of a boy
named Alexander Bekkar. Just like I told you, he is basically an
ordinary boy, but with long hair. He is not a model or anything. I'll
bet he idolizes his sister. I think he is wearing his big sister's top.
What do you think? Also, I'll bet his sister helped him tweeze his
eyebrows. And maybe he is wearing the tiniest bit of makeup."
Now that I looked, his lips did have a bit of color, as if he had been
wearing lipstick and then wiped it off. And he might have been wearing
some mascara as well. It's funny, if I had seen this boy a few months
ago, I would have thought "He looks pretty sissyish." Now, I thought,
"He's boyish compared to me!" Still, I could really relate to him; you
could tell he was feminine, and probably had no real way to express it
other than sneaking on his sister's clothes. I thought, "If we knew
each other Alexander and I would be friends."
Mom continued. Up came a picture of a boy sitting in a car. He was
wearing a black leather jacket and a black knit cap. He had one of the
prettiest, most feminine faces I had ever seen. High cheekbones, doe-
like eyes, soft, pouty lips. Mom said, "This next boy is even prettier.
His name is Michael Nowlan. He is a seventeen year old from Canada.
There are lots of his pictures online. It looks like he took a lot of
them himself. This picture is from when he was sitting in his father's
truck. You can see this pretty boy is wearing eyeliner and mascara, and
it looks like it was expertly applied! He either had help, or he had a
lot of practice! He might have even had some false lashes applied!
Also, his eyebrows are perfectly done. Jordie, you see one of the
differences between Alexander's brows and Michael's brows is that
Michael's look a little neater and more defined? That is because he is
probably using a brow pencil. We should try that on you! Either way,
he is obviously comfortable going out in public wearing some makeup.
His parents must be very nice, supportive people."
Oh, I loved Michael Nowlan! He looked so sweet, and just like someone I
could be friends with! I wondered if he had Twitter, and whether I
could write to him! I was amazed that there was a boy who was walking
around not pretending to be a girl, but just looking feminine!
Mom continued. I could see that each boy was getting a little more
girlish than the one before! She said, "This is Dmitry Abramov. I put
him after Alexander and Michael because even though he is not wearing a
stitch of makeup, he IS wearing a dress. I have to say, Jordie, this is
one of the prettiest boys I have ever seen. Can you imagine him wearing
makeup, and glammed up a bit? He would be stunning!"
I had to agree! Dmitry was wearing a red silk spaghetti strap dress.
Although, with no makeup and no breasts, he did not look like a woman,
he did not look like a boy either. What he looked like was a beautiful,
pre-pubescent, twelve year old girl. He was one of the prettiest boys I
had ever seen! And so young! Who put this pretty boy in a dress and
took his picture? I was so curious!
Mom continued. "The next group of boys, are now really starting to look
more like girls than boys. Alexander Chernov and Maxim Arkhipov make me
wonder if there is something going on in Russia! So many sissy Russian
boys! I especially love Alexander! Now, that is a boy with a beautiful
face, and makeup that is gorgeously applied! In fact Honey, I think
that look would look fabulous on you! Look at those smoky eyes and those
deeply colored lips. And I love the hairstyle too! See how it frames
his face? So flattering! Soon your hair will be long enough for us to
try that!"
Mom said, "She is really right on the line of boy or girl, right? I
mean, he's wearing a bra, and has beautifully styled hair, and is
wearing lots of makeup, and is very pretty, but STILL, you can kind of
tell she is a he, right? I don't know, Honey, I have to admit I think
there is something so sexy about that!"
It was funny that Mom said that, because I felt exactly the same way!
Now these boys were not just feminine looking, they were gorgeous! And
their makeup was not subtle.
I had thought it would be fun and interesting to see other boys who
were, well, kind of like me. But I didn't expect myself to be attracted
to them! I had been thinking about whether I might start liking boys if
I continued to get more girlish, and I really didn't think so. But
these boys were different. Well, they weren't really boys and they
weren't really girls, and I guess that was the point, and that was what
I found to be so exciting. And it sounded like Mom felt the same way!
Mom continued. She said, "Jordie, The next one, I have to say, is my
favorite. Her name is Boris Aprel. She is Ukranian, and a singer. I
don't think she has done anything to change her body, but she is one of
the most exquisitely feminine creatures I have ever seen. Don't you
agree? Also, Jordie, I want you to notice that even though Boris is
wearing less makeup than Alexander and Maxim, he looks even more
feminine. That's my point about how sometimes less makeup is better."
Oh, I did agree! I was completely smitten with Boris! Lol I felt so
fickle! Five minutes ago all I wanted to do was get in touch with
Michael Nowlan, and now I was in love with Boris!
Mom's amazing internet show continued. She said, "Honey, remember I
said there are some boys who can look just like girls, but they do not
have breasts like you? In fact, they love to show their pretty, made-up
faces and their boy's chests? That people find that exciting? Tima
Marso is a great example of that. If you just see the black and white
picture of her, you would think, "Beautiful woman."
I looked at what was clearly a professional photo shot of a gorgeous
model's perfectly made-up face, with smoky eyes and perfectly defined
lips, and that is just what I thought. There was no way this was a boy.
Then Mom continued. The next photo she showed me was, well, almost
shocking. "But when you see the next photo, with her gorgeously made
up, but proudly displaying her boy's chest, it's somehow even more
exciting, don't you think?"
I DID think so! Mother said, "So, you see, even if we decided to let
nature take its course, and your gynecomastia went away, you could STILL
look like a beautiful girl if you wanted to!"
There was no doubt that Tima was as pretty as any girl I had ever seen.
And I found myself very attracted to her. There really was something
about the beautifully made up face and the completely flat boy's chest
that was very erotic. But was that what I wanted for myself? Part of
me felt like I was already past that. I could not see giving up my
pretty breasts! They were already a part of me!
Mom said, "Here's another one. Tima is a professional model, and is
professionally made up. But here is a boy named Sidney Camille
Heatherette. Isn't he just the prettiest thing you have ever seen? Mom
giggled and said, "So, tell me Jordy, do you notice anything about
Sydney?"
I loved the way Sydney looked. Plus, there was something about her that
was so familiar to me! She was tan, with dark hair, with long mascaraed
lashes and expertly applied, black liquid eyeliner, pink lipstick and
pink blush. Then I realized what it was. Oh, my, Sydney looked just
like me when I was made up! It was amazing! We could have been
sisters! Well, I hoped I was as pretty as Sidney, and Mom assured me
that I was! Now, Sydney was my favorite!
Mom said, "Honey, I know this must be a little overwhelming for you.
Would you like to take a break?"
I most certainly did not! If anything, I felt like I was getting
addicted to looking at these pictures! Really, it was like Mom had
described. There was a whole SPECTRUM of girlishness. We hadn't even
gotten to the boys who had breasts and had kept their boy parts - boys
like me!! That was the part I was really waiting for!
Mom said, "OK, OK, we will get to that. But I am going to skip ahead. "
I said, "MOM! Why are you doing that?" And she giggled and said,
"Saving the best for last! Anyway, those pictures are a little bit um,
racy. So, let's skip to boys who have gone all the way. I think you
know they are called transsexuals, right? They have actually had
operations to remove their boy parts. When you see these girls, you
will never believe that they could have been boys."
"The first is a Swedish girl named Vicky Erickson. She is pretty young
to have had a sex change. I think she had it when she was seventeen.
But she is so feminine and pretty, right?"
Oh, my. Vicky Erickson was amazing. In the picture, she was standing
on a terrace, looking into the camera with a slight smile on her lips.
She had long blonde hair, going down almost to her waist. She was
wearing a very short light brown dress, really a dress that could not
have been any shorter and still covering her panties. She wore tan
colored, extremely high heels, so high that the front needed a platform.
The combination of her short dress and high heels made her legs look
like they went on forever. Also, it was funny, she was dressed sexy,
but had this completely innocent look. Angelic face, minimal makeup.
As Mom said about Tima Marso, the "juxtaposition" was very exciting. I
was in love! Again! For like the fifth time in an hour! Vicki reminded
me a little bit of a prettier and more feminine Michael Nowlan. The
first thing I thought was, "I wonder if Michael Nowlan wants to look
like Vicky? I wonder if he has the same questions I do? Does HE think
about whether he wants to have a sex change? Or is he happy looking the
way he does?" The second thing I thought was, it was hard to believe
that the person in this picture was EVER a boy.
The next girl was Asian. Mom explained to me that there are lots of
Asian boys who are what they call 'girly boys'. Because Asians usually
have smooth skin and not a lot of facial hair, it is easier for them to
look convincing as girls. Apparently, Asian girly boys are considered
very desirable by men the world over. Nong Poy was as beautiful as any
girl I had ever seen. Apparently, in Thailand, she was famous for being
the most beautiful Asian transsexual. Like Vicki, it was hard to
imagine that this person was ever a boy. And what a body! Mom showed
me a picture of her in a bikini, and I was definitely a little jealous
of her breasts! They were not big, a just little bigger than mine, but
they looked perfect, and completely natural.
Mom saw me gazing at Nong Poy and said, "Well, Jordy, what do you think?
Do you think you would ever like to do that one day? To be completely a
girl?"
I was quiet for a minute, thinking. And then I said, "Mom, these girls
are SO beautiful. It's almost impossible to believe they were ever
boys. But, at least right now, that is not for me. I feel like my boy
part is a part of me, a part of me that I do not want to give up."
Mom smiled and said, "Well, I agree, these girls are breathtaking. But
I am not surprised to hear you say that. So, here are the final
pictures. These are boys, or girls, who are just like you Honey. One
is not much older than you. You can see, even with no makeup, she is
quite pretty. The other is a bit older, really already a woman, but
with her boy part firmly attached. The obvious difference between you
and them is that you have been looking like a regular boy at school, and
are now passing as a girl on vacation. You have been showing yourself
to the worls as all girl, or all boy. As you can see from these photos,
these girls are proud of showing off their boy parts, while at the same
time showing off their breasts and makeup! You can see how confident
they look. You can see they are proud of who they are, and they know
that men find them attractive. Look, being like this is not for
everyone, that's for sure. Many people would find these pictures
shocking. But I DID want to show you that there are other people out
there who look a lot like you."
It WAS shocking to see these people who were half man and half woman.
And even though I knew that technically they were like me, I did not
feel like them. Maybe I would after a while, but right now I was very
shy, and still getting used to my body. Still, it made me feel good to
know that, not only were there other people out there who looked like
me, but that they CHOSE to look like me. That they were proud of what
they looked like, and that many people found them to be attractive.
Mom could see me taking it all in. She was almost done. She said, "I
included the last one, Fernanda Brown, even though you can't see her
breasts or her boy part. But she too, is just like you. And I just
love her makeup and pretty blue eyes. Oh Honey, I could see you looking
just like Fernanda one day! Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
And I had to agree. Fernanda was stunning. In the picture, she looked
like she was a movie star on the red carpet, wearing dangly, sparkling
earrings, a tight white dress with a big black bow right under her bust.
But she did not look like Nong Poy or Vicky, who had not a trace of
maleness about them. Because even though Fernanda was glamorous, and
gorgeous, and beautifully made up, almost looking a little like Katie
Perry with her bright pink lips, blue eyes, arched brows, long lashes
and white teeth, there was still just a hint of boy about her. And not
only did I feel attracted to that, but, it also felt like me! I knew I
didn't have to make any decisions right then and there, but as Mom
turned off the computer, I felt like I already knew who I was and what I
wanted to be. I wanted to be just like Fernanda!
Well, my first day of vacation might have been spent inside, but it
certainly was not wasted! I couldn't completely describe how I felt,
but I knew I felt better about myself than I ever had. And I knew that
with Mom helping me, I would find my own way!
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