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Mothers Special Gift
By: Malissa and Gang 5/12/2013
Happy Mother's Day
Being the middle child of five boys wasn't easy, having five boys wasn't
easy on my mother either. But at sixteen I knew how much she'd always
wanted a daughter. And over the last few years I'd found myself wanting
to give her that special gift, I just didn't know how to go about it.
I was afraid to mention it to anyone, especially not my brothers who
were very much stereotypical Males. My mother on the other hand saw any
sign of femininity as a sign she wasn't raising us right, so I hid my
feelings from her. our father had left us all when I was Nine, and I
knew from the way he'd treated her that I didn't want to be like him.
It was my friend Carrie Ann who gave me the ideas, she had a cousin
about George's age who was a Transsexual. I'd seen pictures of her/him
on Carrie's phone. And a few times had chatted with him online. Carrie's
parents were very open, and as long as we weren't having sex they didn't
care what we did together in her room.
I had my car, an old POS Ford Probe. Something I caught a lot of flak
over at school, seeing as how people thought it was the essence of
Gayness. I just liked it because it got good gas mileage and hadn't
broken down on me yet.
Carrie and I had been exploring my feminine side at her house for almost
two years so I was pretty good at makeup and everything already. Her
mother thought it was just cute, her dad just said I looked really cute
in her outfits.
I was at my job in the local Target stocking shelves and putting
together different displays when they began getting ready for Mother's
Day. I called Carrie on my break and somehow decided I wanted to give my
Mother a daughter for Mother's Day.
"Ok, but this means we need to go shopping. You have to have your own
outfits if you want to do this right," she told me.
The next day after school I didn't have to work so we went to the local
Mall, and I was of course nervous about being out dressed up as a girl,
something I had yet to do. But with Carrie Ann, nothing was done half
assed, she dragged me into one store after another. The sales lady in
Victoria's Secret was fascinated by me, when I said I was going to give
my Mother a daughter for Mother's day she went all out.
"Girl, you cannot wear a pretty bra without breasts to fill it out," she
told me leading me to the back. She spent about twenty minutes deciding
what size I should be. "What size are your mother's breasts?" she asked.
"I have no idea," I admitted.
"She's a 36 D," provided Carrie.
"Oh well in that case, at your age you will need a C Cup. Hmmm, 34C, ahh
here we are." She held up a pair of flesh colored silicone breast forms.
"Let's try these."
Once she found a pair she was satisfied with she had me lay flat while
she glued them in place. After that I was pushed into trying different
styles of bras, then pantys. It wasn't long before I got over my shyness
though. Several other sales people had seen me and thought it was
awesome what I was doing. So with encouragement I began to try
everything they suggested and strutted around showing off for them.
When I saw the bill however my heart sank, there was no way I could
afford even a third of what they had in front of me. And especially not
the breast forms.
Cupping my cheek Mona the sales girl said, "Now is that anyway for my
newest Model to act. You give me a good days' worth of modeling and
we'll call it even. I need a fresh look for the spring and summer sales
flyer."
"She'll do it," chimed in Carrie. "Please Peaches."
"Peaches? Now that's a pretty name that screams Lingerie Model."
I agreed to model on my days off. And ended up lying to my mother for
the first time in my life when I told her I had a camping trip with
friends from school. The truth was I didn't want to have to take off the
breast forms, or stop being a girl one moment before I had to.
Mona called a few other boutiques, and soon I was being set up with
outfits to model over the next two days.
During those two days I'd mingled and talked with customers who had no
idea I wasn't a real girl. I even found myself talking with a few trans-
girls and then Mona offered me a job.
"You work for me two days a week, and for Gina Two days, and Carl one
day. And we'll pay you fifteen an hour plus whatever outfit you pick to
wear when you get her each day you work."
What could I say? I now had a new job, and it had a lot of fringe
benefits. Of course it meant changing in the store when I got there and
then back again before I left.
On Saturday the day before Mother's Day I saw my mother looking at one
of the ads, but thought nothing of it. I was in a rush to get to work,
it was my last day before my big gift. Had I not been in such a hurry I
might have known that my mother had planned to go shopping to buy
herself something special.
I was in the midst of straightening hangers on a rack and had my back to
the door when she came in.
"Excuse me, Peaches? The lady at the counter said you might help me find
something," she began as I turned around. "David?"
"M, Mom, oh god," I panicked and dashed into the nearest fitting.
"Dav, uhh, Peaches come out here right this instant," I heard her say as
she tapped on the door.
"Excuse me Ma'am is there a problem?" Mona asked on the other side of
the door.
"Yes there's a problem. That girl Peaches? She's my son."
"Oh my god, I finally get to meet you. She's done nothing but talk about
how much she hopes you'll like her." Mona said.
"Mom I can explain," I was almost ready to start crying.
"Peaches? Really is that what you want to be called now?" asked my
mother.
"It, it was Carrie Ann's idea. I just want to be your daughter," my
voice had dropped lower to almost a whisper toward the end, with a hint
of a plea in it.
"Please don't be mad at her Ma'am. She really wants to be a girl, but
more importantly, she wants to be your daughter. She's been working for
us and doing really good too, she was going to surprise you tomorrow."
Mona told her.
"What for Mother's Day?"
"Yes Momma," I sniffled through the door.
"So you were going to give me the gift of a daughter for one special
day?" she asked in disbelief.
"N, no Momma, I was going to give the gift of the daughter you deserve.
The daughter I want to become." I knew everyone could hear the fear in
my voice.
"So everyone knows you as Peaches now?" she asked more gently.
"Everyone who knows about her, or rather those who have shopped here,
know her." Delilah from Teen Fashion Boutique answered.
"Peaches honey, open the door please, Momma wants to talk to you."
I unlocked the door and cracked it open. "You aren't going to get mad at
me are you?"
"No, but I am curious as to how long this has been going on."
I opened the door and she stepped inside and sat next to me taking my
hand in her own.
"Davey, Peaches, if this is who you want to be I can accept that. it
might take a bit of getting used to. I mean, I always wanted a daughter.
And you are very pretty. I just never really thought about suddenly
having a teenage daughter."
"Momma I'm sorry I was too scared to tell you. I just wanted to do it in
a special way. You know,"
Her arms suddenly pulled me into a hug. "Sweetie, I'm sorry I made you
afraid to talk to Me." she leaned back looking at me at arm's length,
the smile growing on her face. "Of course Peaches might be a bit to get
used to. I always imagined something like Patricia or Patience. But if
you like Peaches, then I can Love you as Peaches."
"Really Momma?" I had to ask.
"Yes, now let's fix your makeup and you can help me find something
pretty for tomorrow. Maybe something that goes with something you
already have so you don't need to buy something else."
"Ma'am," Mona got her attention. "The rest of us would like for the two
of you to pick out whatever you want, on the house. It's not every day a
mother and daughter come together like this."
As I helped her shop my Mother asked how many outfits I had and where
did I keep them all. I explained that I was keeping them at Carrie
Ann's.
"When you get off work tonight, you come home just the way you are."
"Momma, are you sure?"
"Excuse me, Peaches?" Heather Right interrupted. "The rest of us got
together and we were going to give you this later. But seeing as how
things have turned out, well maybe you'd like it now." She held out a
little card. Inside were two gift certificates for a mother daughter
makeover at the hair and nail salon at the other end of the Mall.
"Go ahead Sweetie, take the rest of the day off. Miss Gloria is waiting
for the two of you, we already called her." Mona said.
Momma followed me to the bathroom and offered to help me fix my makeup.
But sat and watched in awe as I did it myself. "I'm jealous you know.
Carrie Ann and everyone here has gotten to see you much more than I
have. I think we've got a lot of catching up to do young lady"
"Momma?"
"Yes, you and I are going to spend the day shopping together. And then
you're going to go to the Mother Daughter Social with me tomorrow."
I squealed and hugged her tighter than ever before.
We spent the afternoon shopping, though we didn't really buy much. Then
she said she thought I should bring my clothes home from Carrie Ann's.
Carrie's parents were so happy not to have to keep the secret any
longer.
When she followed me to the house and parked behind my car she walked me
to the door. Then holding my hand she led me to the living room.
"Boys," she called out loudly and my four brothers came running. "Your
Sister Peaches has some things out in her car that you should bring in
for her, please."
"Our sister?"
"Peaches?"
"Who's Peaches?"
"We don't have a sister."
"Yes you do, George, Allen, Mark, Randal, this is your Sister, Peaches.
I expect you to give her the same respect you give me. Is that clear?"
"Uhh, Yes Mom." They answered.
"What the hell is going on?" asked George. "Has he finally come out of
the closet?"
"George, your sister is not gay. And you will not treat her as such."
"Yes Mom," he answered.
"Now go help your brothers."
"It's going to be hard for them, especially George," she said. "But I
think Mark and Randy will help him understand."
When they finished carrying everything up to my room they hung around in
the hall listening to me and Momma as she helped me clean out my dresser
and put my things away.
"Momma, do you think George would like my Letterman jacket? I know he
lost his when Shirley broke up with him." my mother had bought it for me
when I started high school, but I never wore it.
"George?"
"Yes Mom?"
"Peaches wants you to have her old jacket."
He picked it up off my bed. "Are you sure about this?"
"I can't wear it. I'm not jock like you are."
"Thanks." He actually hugged me.
"You're welcome George. Can you ask the others if there's anything they
want before it goes to Goodwill?" I asked.
"It'll be strange, but if anyone gives you any grief they'll have to
deal with us," they told me.
George was grinning a lot and Momma asked him why.
"Because Richard Murphy thinks his sister is such hot shit. But now mine
is the hottest chick in school. I got a Doll Sister and a MILF Mom,
Sweet!"
"George!"
"It's true Mom, I gotta hear it every day. Now I got a little sister
that's a stone Fox too." he smiled. Just promise me something little
sister."
"What's that George?" I asked, thrilled that he was coming around.
"Don't become like Gina Murphy, don't go giving blowjobs behind the
bleachers."
I blushed as I said, "I honestly wouldn't know how. But I wouldn't do
that. I'm a good girl."
"And we'll make sure you stay that way," said Mark and George together.
"Ok Boys, it's time to get ready for bed. Go on and let your sister get
changed into her nitie. Allen, Randy, you can stay up till ten tonight."
I'm not sure who I explained more to about myself and the way I felt, my
Momma or my brothers. But it was a good family discussion.
The next morning as was my usual Mother's Day tradition I got up early
and made breakfast for Momma, then I busied myself fixing it for my
brothers. Carrie's parents called to find out how things went while
Momma and I were getting ready for the picnic in the city park.
We wore matching knee length ruffled Pink skirts, long sleeve white
blouses and pink sweaters, with tights and three inch heels. I had my
hair in a high ponytail tied with a large pink bow. Momma's was the
same.
A lot of people just stopped and stared at us whenever Momma would
proudly introduce me. "This is my Daughter, Peaches."
"Megan, Peaches, over here. We saved you a place at our table," called
Carrie's Momma.
"Mrs Ashford, Julie Downs. I'm your ummm, daughters guidance counselor.
Does she intend to attend school as she is, or will she be reverting to
David in the morning?"
"Momma leave her alone, please if Peaches wants to go to school she can
sit next to me, I won't bite."
"Cindy, you don't know what you're saying," began Mrs Downs.
"Yes I do Momma. And if she has to potty we'll guard the door for her."
I looked and saw the rest of the girls in my class standing behind Cindy
and Carrie Ann.
"And she can dress out for gym class in my office," added Miss Wexler
the school's gym teacher. "I've already talked it over with Sylvia and
Mr Braxton, and they agree that Peaches is welcome to attend school."
"We'll just have to see how the rest of the school feels about it
tomorrow then, won't we?"
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