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Stepmother's Love, part 2 By: Malissa and Gang Waking up slowly I felt the urge to pee again. This time it wasn't as urgent as the one in the middle of the night. Looking at the clock I saw it was almost seven am, I could hear my Mommy in the next room putting my brother down for his after feeding nap. I knew her next stop would be my room so I tried to lay there like a good girl and wait. Finally she came in and saw me watching the door. "Madison are you ok?" "Yes Mommy but I have to potty and I was afraid to try and get up." I was squeezing my thighs together. "Let Mommy see," she eased back the covers, careful not to knock the dolls off the bed. I was laying on my side and she slipped her manicured finger inside the plastic pantys at the back. I felt it work its way gently under the diaper. "You're still dry Sweetie so that counts just in case you were worried. Now let Mommy get that diaper off and you can go potty like a big girl." I carefully rolled onto my back, but needed to open my legs to get them out from under the cover. I felt a squirt of pee, hot and wet against my bottom, and clamped my thighs together again. "Madison, Sweetie its ok. I'd rather you pee in the diaper than have an accident on your bed." She caressed my cheek. "Mommy, I'm sorry. I really am, I don't want to wet my diaper, I don't." "Now you're just being silly, Mommy knows you don't. But sometimes it's better to just let go. I know it has to hurt trying to hold it in." her hands closed gently around my ankles and she guided them up together. "Mommy please, I, I don't want to pee my diaper," I pleaded. "Madison, Mommy knows that. But I want you to open your knees now like a good Baby Girl." She gently pulled my knees open. As the pee started to flood out she gently rubbed my crotch until I was finished. Then she kissed my tears. "See Mommy isn't mad at you." She gently pushed my knees back together then slipped the changing pad under me before pulling the plastic pantys down to my ankles. I opened my knees wide and lay there while she took off the wet diaper. Then after she'd cleaned me up she finished taking off the plastic pantys. "See you aren't in trouble. Now go and get dressed, and Momma will teach you how to make pancakes." I got up and took a shower, then picked out my pretty lace trimmed pink panty and bra set. Slipped in my inserts and found a cute little T top and a frilly skirt. Then I put on my one pair of shoes and a pair of lace trimmed ankle socks. Then I stood at my dresser mirror brushing out my hair. I wasn't sure how to go about pigtails so I just brushed it back and pulled it up into a ponytail. "Oh my, your hair looks really good like that," Momma commented as I entered the kitchen. "Thank you Momma," I smiled almost giggling. Did I really do it right?" "Yes you surely did. Now how about we make pancakes together?" We had fun in the kitchen, and I began to develop cooking skills. She was really surprised when I started washing dishes and cleaning up afterward. While I was busy cleaning she sat with a breast pump filling bottles for my baby brother. "Nancy and Anne are going to watch your brother for me today so we can do some power shopping," she said. "You my Little Lady definitely need more shoes, and I have something really special that I found online. And I know just where to go to get them," she bit her lip knowing I was excited to find out what she was talking about. "Momma what is, are they?" I asked with just as much excitement. "That's our first stop, right after we drop off Edward," she promised. "And then we're going to find you a pretty bathing suit." My imagination was running rampant trying to figure out what she was talking about. I'd never heard of breast forms, but if I had, the mention of a bathing suit would have been a dead giveaway. "You two have fun shopping today," Nancy Hurst said when we dropped off Edward. I was wide eyed when we drove for nearly forty minutes, then she pulled into the parking lot of a place called "Sissy Girls Boutique". The front window display was filled with six inch spike heels and all sorts of lingerie. She led the way inside and we began to look around, I saw a pair of four inch heels that screamed 'buy me', but they were $200.00. "May I help you,,, Ladies?" asked a very tall, broad shouldered brunette. "Yes I hope so," Momma said. "I am looking for a set of Breast forms for my daughter." "Well that's a relief, I mean knowing she's your daughter. Regina was betting that she was your Sissy Kitten." She led the way toward the back. "Now what size are we looking for?" she brought out several pairs. "It will be easier if you just take your top off Sweetie. That way we can get a nicer match to your skin tone." "Sherry, what do we have here?" smiled another lady as she wandered over. "Back away Regina, this is a Mother and Daughter bonding moment. She isn't a Cougar, and you owe me fifty bucks," proclaimed Sherry. "Now I'd have sworn she was a Trans-kitten," Regina said as she handed over a fifty dollar bill. "No not a kitten, just a very special daughter whom I love and want to help as much as possible," explained Momma. "How old are you Sweetie?" asked Sherry. "Thirteen, but I'll be fourteen in two months," I answered. That got raised eyebrows. "And this is not your real mother," guessed Sherry. "No she's my Momma, my real mother doesn't want me," I stated defensively. "Does your daddy know yet Sweetie?" asked Regina. "Yes her father knows and we are both very supportive of her needs," Momma answered in a very agitated voice. "We're sorry we didn't mean to upset you. We just don't see too many special girls in here that have even one let alone two supporting parents is all." They quickly explained to calm Momma down. "Why is it so important that you asked her age?" Momma asked. "We needed to know about how much she's still got to grow. And if she intends to begin HRT. That would determine if we need to get her in the trade in program." "HRT?" both Momma and I asked at the same time. "Hormone Replacement Therapy, surely your transitional therapist discussed it with you," Sherry said. At our blank looks they knew we hadn't gotten that far yet. "Look do you plan to make this a life decision or is this just a part time thing for now?" "I'm going to be a girl no matter what anyone thinks. And my Momma and Daddy want to help me," I said in my defense. "In that case maybe we should go ahead and get you this set here," sherry pulled out a set that looked sort of like teardrops. "I really need you to take off your top and bra so we can make sure we get you the best fitting pair for your body type." Hesitantly I pulled off my top and then reached behind me to unhook my bra. As soon as it was unhooked I caught my enhancers folding the bra around them so they wouldn't get lost. "Oh those are nice," commented sherry. "You might want to hang onto those for when you start HRT and your real ones begin to grow." She had me sit in a chair that had a reclining back as she began placing different styles and sizes on my chest to compare the fits and skin tones. She looked at Momma then back to me. "How large are your real mother's breasts?" she finally asked. "I believe she's a D Cup," Momma finally said. "I'd rather be more like my Momma," I told them both. "Usually I'm a Full B, sometimes C cup depending on the bra, answered Momma. "But until I wean her baby brother," she began. "Momma I want to be the same size you were at my age," I said hopefully. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "I was a B cup from fourteen until I met your Daddy and he started playing with them all the time," she blushed. "Well then that we can definitely do," they laid the back of the chair flat. "Now I'm going to explain how to do this, and how to take care of them. But when this adhesive is set, you'll be able to do anything a natural girl your age can do. And with your skin tone, no one will be able to tell the difference." Sherry said. "Of course you'll need to take them off once a week and let the skin underneath breath a bit over night." "What about Swimming?" asked Momma. "It's waterproof. And sunbathing with this style won't be an issue unless you want an allover tan." We were told. "She'll even be able to run around braless if she wants to." All the while no one had mentioned the cost, but when we saw the total for the forms, the adhesive, and the adhesive remover, I was sure that Momma was going to change her mind. "Do you take American Express, or Discover card?" asked my Momma with a hopeful smile. "Absolutely Ma'am," she motioned to Regina who came over to the counter carrying three lace Bra and panty sets in black, red and pink, and two halter tops in pink and white. And three Gaffs, (special pantys designed to hide a guy's penis while he was dressed up as a girl), they were all in a neutral nude shade "These are a complimentary part of the 'New Girl Beginners Kit'." They told Momma. "Now you also get your choice of any two pairs of heels under $75.00." "If I pay the extra $50.00 could I buy her that pair of four inch spikes she was looking at when we came in?" asked my Momma. With a big grin Regina waltzed over and grabbed the heels off of the rack. Then turned over the tag hanging from the strap of the right shoe. "Buy one get one free." "Momma?" I asked startled. "Go ahead Madison, but remember, Shoe sizes change with the height of the heel." I couldn't believe Momma was actually going to spend another two hundred on top of the two thousand she was already paying to get me the breast forms. I changed into the pink bra and panty set, over one of the gaff's and agreed to start out with the three inch T-strap heels. It took me a bit of getting used to walking in them. But before we left it was beginning to feel natural, like I'd been born to it. They gave both Momma and I a card for a Therapist who specialized in Transgender issues. I was looking in the storage boxes that came with the forms and found a pair of stiff nipples. The package said, "Naughty Nipples". Momma giggled. "Those are for special times, like when you want boys to really notice you in a tight sweater, or the water at the swimming pool is cold." We both giggled over that, me because I remembered staring at her large nipples three years ago at the pool. Her because she was my Momma and I'm sure imagining how much I was going to want to be noticed. Glancing at each other sideways she finally said, "Ok go ahead, but you'll have every boy at the Mall chasing after you." I giggled as I slumped down in the seat, then slid my hands up under my 'T' trying to get them in place over the nipples on the forms. "Wow Momma, they're warm like real breasts would be," I commented. After a few minutes she said, "You might want to stop playing with them before those boys in the car next to us start cheering." She chuckled as I jerked my hands out and sat up straight, blushing deep crimson. "Momma why didn't you warn me?" "Well Madison, you seemed to be enjoying it as much as those boys," she nodded toward the rust covered Buick Century in the next lane at the traffic light beside us. "Hey Madison, don't be shy Sweetie," yelled the driver. "Show us what you got," "Yeah let us play with them too," The light changed and Momma made the left turn into the mall parking lot. "I'm sorry Momma I just kind of got carried away with how they feel," I apologized. "You're a normal, growing teenager. All girls play with their boobs from time to time," she smiled. "It's healthy even." "Not in public!" I was shocked at myself. "Madison, you need to do some people watching. While we're shopping today, you watch everyone else around you. Then later you tell me what you saw, ok?" "Ok Momma, but I don't think I'm going to see any teen girls flaunting their boobs for everyone," I was confident. She just chuckled. As we got out of the car I had a momentary bit of unsteadiness. "Are you sure you want to wear those heels all day?" she asked. Her head cocked sideways, a sly grin on her face. "I'm fine Momma, besides this is the best way to learn how to walk in them every day." "And your mother thinks I'm a flirt," she mumbled. "I'm not going to be flirting with anyone Momma," I blushed. Seeing the boys from the stop light cruising behind us as we got to the door. "Really?" she giggled. "So your cute little tushie isn't wiggling under that short skirt?" "Momma I, oh," I giggled. "How is this happening, I didn't try to do that honest Momma." "Madison, relax Sweetie," she told me. "I know that you didn't know the effect of high heels. The higher the heel, the more your bottom sticks out, and the more it wiggles. That's why some guys call anything over a three inch heel, knock me over and fuck me heels," even she blushed as she said it. "Oh god Momma what am I going to do?" I was about to panic. "First, unless you want to talk to those boys, we're going into Teen Scene." She guided me into the teen girl fashion shop. I gradually relaxed into some serious shopping, something I always hated as a boy. But now it seemed like I couldn't get enough. Momma chuckled as I flitted from rack to rack looking at skirts and tops, and shorts and dresses and skirts, and skimpier tops and skirts. And frillier, more girly as I continued on. "You really are a girl at heart," she said. "And if I didn't know better I'd think you were my real daughter the way you bargain hunt. Your sisters would have half the store in the cart by now." "I, I always liked shopping. Just not for boy things. And I never got to go shopping for girl stuff before." "Really?" "Well a few times, but my sisters and mother always thought I was being perverted because I was really into all the nicer things." After a moment I looked up at her, a pair of lacey pantys in my hands. "I got a real Momma now though," we hugged hard then she took the pantys from my hand. "These come with a bra and garterbelt," she dropped them into the cart on top of the rest. Then reached for the matching bra and garterbelt. "You're going to need some pretty stockings to wear with these." "Will you show me how to wear them, and pantyhose and tights too?" She kissed my cheek, whispering, "I think your fan club is watching from the window." I looked over my shoulder and saw the three boys standing there watching me, I couldn't help it I giggled out loud. Then let my butt wiggle naturally as we headed for the hosiery department. By the time we checked out a Mall security cop had run the boys off from in front of the store. Reading the store frequent shopper card the sales girl gave me momma snickered. "I think even the girls are taking an interest in you." She handed it to me. "Mandy, 555-234-5673," was printed on the back "Maybe she just wants to be friends," I said. I looked back toward the sales girl and she blew me a kiss. "My now this is going to be a fun day. I get to teach my daughter how to flirt, and how to figure out if other girls are interested in getting into her pantys." She guided me into a jewelry store next. "Are you ready for pierced ears?" she asked. "Momma, oh Momma yes, yes, yes, please." I was about to start bouncing up and down when the sales lady approached us. "May I help you Mrs Shale," she knew my Momma by name. "Yes my Daughter Madison would like to get her ears pierced. This is her first time." Momma explained. "And a very beautiful creature she is too. But you better watch her around Mandy over at Teen Scene, that girl is a Snail chaser. Not that there's anything wrong with that, just you might want to explain things to her." "Oh we already know that, thank you though Brenda." "So you're the Sergeants little girl?" she asked. "Yes and Momma's," I hugged Momma hard. "Her mother decided she'd be better off with us." "Oh I quite agree, she's one ice cold bit, err never mind none of my business." She began setting up to pierce my ears as Momma and I picked out several sets of earrings. I picked out some pretty silver piercing studs and handed them to Brenda. I winced at the first pop of the piercing gun but it didn't hurt. Before I knew it the second one was pierced. When I looked in the little mirror though I had little diamond studs in my ears. "I decided you deserved to have diamonds, Sweetheart," Momma said. "Besides your Daddy will be expecting to see you with diamonds next week when you chat online." I was crying, it was the most expensive thing anyone ever got me before and I never even asked for them. But they were so pretty. "Thank you Momma" She bought me a little sparkly necklace with a Butterfly pendant filled with rhinestones. At least she assured me they were rhinestones and not diamonds. "The one your Daddy buys for you will be diamonds though," she cautioned, and my eyes went wide. "Oh that look is so precious," said Brenda. "If I didn't know better I'd think you never had any real diamonds before." "Brenda, these are her first diamonds," Momma said as she swiped her credit card. "Where to now Momma?" I asked as we left the store. "How about we get you at least one more pair of sensible shoes. And you'll need a pair of really good running shoes if you're going to stay ahead of the boys," she giggled. "Do you really think they're following me?" I asked feeling a bit strange as I thought about it. "I don't know let's find out. You go into that store there and look at bathing suits. And I'll go around to the other entrance. We'll see who they follow." She suggested. With a giggle I stepped around a large planter in the middle of the walkway and headed for the store. She continued on and I noticed two of the now six boys following her. That meant the other four were behind me, I began to saunter my way toward the store giggling to myself. Once inside the store though I forgot all about the boys as I started looking at all the pretty bathing suits. "What did I tell you," asked Momma in an amused voice. "Do you think this would look good on me or would it show too much?" I held up as Bikini that looked like one I'd seen her wear before. "You are such a girl," she said. "Four, no five boys following you through the Mall and you go right back to shopping." "Seriously Momma," I held up the bottoms. "Do you think I'd show through this?" it wasn't one of the skimpy thong styles that most girls tried to get away with, it was a full back. And the top was more of a halter than the string and patch types. "One way to find out," she said. "Tell you what, I'll get one just as skimpy as you do. That way no one will notice. They'll all be looking at my stretch marks." "Momma you don't have any stretch marks," I said. "Still we'll get matching Bikini's that way you'll not be worried that yours is too skimpy." She grabbed two more that she thought I might like to try on then grabbed matching ones for her and we stepped into the fitting room. I tried on the first one feeling how snug it held everything tucked away with the gaff on I wouldn't need to worry. With a giggle I stepped out to show it to Momma. "Ok here I come Madison but don't laugh, ok?" She stepped out and my jaw dropped open. She was just as much of a fox as I remembered. "Hi Mrs Shale," a young girl interrupted. "Wow, you look good in that Bikini." "Thank you Grace, Grace this is my daughter Madison. Madison this is Grace Coldwell. She lives down the street from us." "Hi," her eyes were huge seeing me. "They really should turn the AC down in here, those boys over there are staring at your nipples." I blushed. "Well Madison, what do you think? Should we buy these?" "Yes Momma, I think they'll be just perfect," I answered as I watched Grace using her hands to push her breasts up and out for the boys. "Grace, what on earth are you doing? Stop that right this minute. You are way too young to be interested in boys. And you certainly don't want to flaunt yourself like a harlot." The newcomer could only be her mother. "Mom, this is Madison Shale. Remember I told you about Anne calling to say she was living here now?" Grace deflected her mother's attention with practiced ease. "My you certainly are a pretty one." she said, then turned her attention back to her own daughter. "Put that back, you are not going to go out in public wearing something fit only for a hooker or a slut. Now go pick out a sensible Bikini like Dotty and Madison here, or you'll be wearing a one piece again this year." I blushed seeing the suit she was holding. It was barely three triangles of material big enough only to cover nipples and her vagina. The back was barely wide enough to call a thong and I blush seeing it and thinking what I might look like in that. I was pulled back into the conversation hearing, "But of course you can enroll her in school on Monday, you can bring her records by whenever they get here and then we can update them." "But what about gym class? We don't have her health records yet." Momma asked trying to get out of sending me to school for the last two weeks. "Oh please, the last two weeks is mostly gossip time anyway, everyone's already taken the end of term tests. And Gym class consists of sitting around in the gym or out on the softball field watching the boys." "I'll have to think about it, she doesn't really know anyone yet and she's still getting settled in at home." Momma said. Just then Grace returned with two other girls. "Callie, Linda, this is Madison. She's going to be in our class Monday, isn't that awesome?" "Grace I don't know if Madison is going to feel up to going to school Monday," Momma said. "Oh please Madison, please you have to be there. We're having a Pep Rally for the Boys' Softball team. And they're going to be looking for next year's Cheerleaders. I need you there to support me. Please, please, pretty please." "Momma?" "It's up to you Sweetie." She answered. "Besides you need to start making friends before next year anyway." "Did I mention it's only half days until the end of school?" "You must have forgotten that part," Momma and I both said at the same time. I let myself be talked into it, and found out I would have to be at the bus stop at seven forty on Monday. But Momma said she would take me in to get enrolled properly. So naturally I had to have some school clothes to tide me over till summer. And that meant more shopping. Momma insisted I get at least three more pairs of shoes for school, plus some gym shoes. We had to make a trip to the car to empty our arms of shopping bags and I could tell Momma was really enjoying it. We took a break for lunch in the food court, and got stuck in line behind two girls who spent the time waiting by playing Tonsil Hockey, with each other. I watched another girl blatantly look over her shoulder at a group of guys then drop a fork on the floor. She deliberately turned her bottom to them and flashed her skimpy pantys at them as she picked up the fork. "Madison?" Momma prompted. "What would you like to eat?" "Oh," I giggled looking at the menu. "A Footlong Coney and a Root Beer, please." "Make that two," she ordered our meals. "So tell me have you been paying attention to what is happening here?" "I never realized how openly some people flirt," I admitted. "I'm not like that am I?" "No Sweetie, you're just natural at it, you don't have to try as hard as they do," she chuckled. "But we'll see, I've noticed your hips becoming more fluid as you get used to being out in the open. And that skirt is definitely a stunner on you." It was almost One PM and Momma finally decided to surprise me with her other surprise. "After we finish eating we have an appointment at the Salon. We need to get your hair trimmed a bit and," "Momma please no, I don't want to get my hair cut," I blurted out around a mouth full of Coney dog. "And your nails done," she finished. "I said a trim not a cut. We need to just even up the ends a little and then it will begin growing a bit faster." "A trim? Like how much is a trim?" she ran her fingers through my hair. "Maybe about an inch. But it will get rid of those split ends and your hair really will grow faster. Besides didn't you say you wanted pretty nails like mine? Rachel can't wait to meet you, she does my nails every month." "I, Oh Momma I can't wait." I swallowed my last bite of Coney, stuffing it all in my mouth, noticing the way a group of boys was watching me. I blushed as I swallowed it, then chased it down with the rest of my root beer. "Momma I have to potty, I'll be right back." She was still finishing her lunch, and said, "Don't take too long." As I stepped into the Ladies room I ran into the two girls who'd been in front of us in line. They were making out on the sink, and one had her hand under the others skirt. I blushed and stepped into a stall closing the door behind me. They soon left while I was peeing, and then after wiping I stood and tried to tuck myself again. Except one ball slipped and got squished in the leg band of my gaff. I groaned in pain my shoulder leaning against the wall for temporary support. Then I heard a tap on the door. "Excuse me are you ok in there?" a strange woman asked. "Uhh, yes Ma'am. Really I'm fine." I hurried and tried to tuck again, it wasn't great but at least it didn't hurt quite as bad. Opening the door I limped to the sink. "Oh my, now either those are some wicked cramps or you have a really bad tuck," commented the redhead at the sink. I froze at the word 'tuck'. "I, I," I spun and hurried back into the stall. "Do you need some help Sweetie?" "Uhhh," I didn't know what to say. "Listen, what you want to do in a situation like this is push down your pantys even with your crotch. Then 'roll' your Gaff down just enough to let you have access." She paused, and I could only imagine she had X- ray vision as I followed her suggestions from the stall next to mine. I heard her peeing in the toilet. "Now spread your feet as wide as you can and tuck your boys up inside, and hold little Johnnie back while you roll up your gaff with the other hand," pause. "Now you can snug your gaff up tight and pull up those pretty pantys." The relief was almost instantaneous as I began smoothing out my skirt. I stepped out and joined her at the sink as I washed my hands. "Thanks that really helped. But how did you know?" I asked. "Lots of experience. I'd know that groan anywhere. Plus you are way too timid in here to be a naturally born girl." "Wow, you should meet my Momma. She says I need to relax and just let myself be a girl." I told her. She looked at her watch and said, "I wish I could but I have to run I've got a special client to meet at two o'clock." I hadn't realized I'd been in there that long, but it was a quarter till now. I said, "Oh no I'm going to be late," as I started for the door. "Momma's taking me to get my nails done," I finished as I stepped out into the food court only to meet Momma. "Madison I was getting worried, you were gone a really long time." "I'm sorry Momma but I had a bad experience with my tuck, but someone helped me." "Dotty? Is this your Daughter?" the woman asked. "Rachel, oh yes it is. I'm glad you two met. Though I'd hoped to introduce you myself. "Madison, this is Rachel, who does Momma's nails." I blushed, "Hi," I giggled. "Funny way to meet your Manicurist." "Oh no Madison, Rachel is an artist." "Well I better run and get things set up if I'm going to be doing a Mother daughter nail job." They air kissed and Rachel hurried off toward the salon. "So tell me, who was it that helped you with your tuck? Is she still in the restroom?" Momma asked. "Momma, you don't know?" I was astounded. "Know what?" "Oh my god, I hope I can be as convincing as Rachel is when I'm her age." "Rachel? Really? And lovey, the only reason I can spot you is because I'm your Momma." "Momma, please don't say anything about knowing. I think it might embarrass her." "I would no more embarrass her than I would you. She's been too good a friend, for too long. Besides she has always been a Lady to me, and always will be." At the salon Momma had Shelly start on my hair while she had Rachel begin on her nails. "So tell me, how long have you known about Madison?" asked Rachel. Momma looked nervously at Shelly standing behind me scissors in one hand and comb in the other rapidly snipping away at my split ends. "It's ok to talk openly here Dotty. Shelly and Stacy are my blood sisters. And Mona over there is just like I am." Shelly giggled behind me. "You mean this sweet young thing in my chair is as special as my own Little Sister?" "You mean you really didn't know about Mona and Me?" Rachel asked Momma. "No I didn't. But that still doesn't change the facts that this is the best salon in town and you are the only ones I would trust my nails and hair too. Well Mine and my daughters." She giggled. When shelly was done, my hair was down, and the ends had a pretty flip curl to them. "I know," said Shelly. "Just like your Momma's right?" "Yes," I giggled and hugged her. "Thank you, I love it. What do you think Momma?" I asked though I could already tell she loved it. "Ok Madison, now sit here next to your Momma and soak those pretty nails while I work on your Momma a bit more." My finger tips and thumbs were in little bowls of liquid that was slowly dissolving the nail polish. As I watched Rachel was finishing shaping the new nails to be fitted to Momma's fingers. I was growing excited thinking about how pretty my nails would be with one inch extensions like hers. But there was also the fact I'd never known they were fake. I'd always assumed you could tell fakes by the telltale hump near the tip of the finger. "Madison, have you ever worn your nails long. Or worn false nails before?" Rachel asked. "No Ma'am, but I can't wait." I answered. "Oh then we better start you off with what we call working length nails," she pulled out a set that was barely a quarter inch longer than my natural nails. "Now don't frown Sweetie. You'll thank Rachel once you find out how much easier it is to do things in these while you learn how to do things with long nails. Then next month we'll add another quarter inch, that way you'll still be able to use your fingers." "She's right Sweetheart. Lots of girls think it's easy until they make their first mistakes with really long nails. It takes time to learn to naturally feel what your nails are doing so you don't get hurt or hurt someone else." Momma explained. As my nails were shaped and prepared I was shown pictures of other girls mistakes, even damages they'd inflicted on themselves and others by not knowing how to compensate for the extra length. Finally as Rachel began working on my nails her sister Stacy came over to begin polishing Momma's. When she sat down I heard the obvious crinkle of what I was sure could only be plastic pantys under her skirt. Momma just smiled at me and continued her conversation with Rachel. It was almost three thirty when we were finally finished, and I was already learning what Rachel had meant about needing to learn to use my new nails. "Momma, I'm worried. What if I scratch Edward while I'm taking care of him?" "You won't Sweetie. I'm going to give you some exercises to do at home that will help you out a lot faster," she smiled at Rachel and the others. "Oh, peeling fruit," they giggled. "Yes that will definitely be a learning experience for her." After we left Momma got me a new cell phone, adding it to hers and Daddy's account. She paid extra to get a really girly Otter Box and extra screen protectors for when my nails scratched up the other one. I was crying silent tears. "Thank you Momma, I never had a cell phone before." "I know, every time we tried to call the one your Daddy and I sent you, your Mother answered it. So now you have your own, and I cancelled the contract for yours and your sisters' phones." She said, that made me giggle and smile. My sisters had flaunted their phones since they got them. And I'd always suspected my mother's was meant for me, or rather Donnie. "Come on Sweetie I saved the best store for last," she told me as she led me into a lingerie store. She was here to buy me nities. Not just sleepwear but really awesome frilly sexy nities. Baby Dolls, Pinafores, Teddies, I was in heaven as I picked out ten as she insisted. Mostly Baby Doll style with ruffled pantys. All the while thinking of our 'Bedtime Agreement'. It sure would be sad to have to wear these pretty nities without the pantys. "Momma, can we get these with bigger pantys?" I asked half biting my lip. "Why on earth for Honey?" she asked and I could see there was something else on her mind. "I know you don't like having to change two wet diapers at night, that's why you got the training pantys. But a bigger size would go over a diaper and plastic pantys. And I did agree to wear a diaper every night until I could go six months without an accident," I reminded her. "Madison," she looked around and caught a sales woman. "Would you start ringing these up for me, we'll be right back." Holding my hand she walked me out to a bench just outside the door. "Now please tell me where that came from, and don't worry, Momma's not mad. I just want to know why you think I wouldn't want to change your diapers." "You, Momma you have Edward to take care of and you bought those training pantys for me and suggested I wear them instead of a diaper. And I just want to be your baby girl every night." I was trying to look away ashamed. Her fingers gently caught my chin lifting and turning my face to hers. "I bought those thinking I was going to have trouble out of my Stepson, and have to force him to wear them all day as a punishment. But instead I have the sweetest most loving daughter any Momma could ever ask for. And I really want to show you something special on our way home." "I'm sorry Momma, I'm just not used to being loved this much," I said. "You dry those tears and I'll be right back," she went inside and returned with the shopping bags containing my new nities. Then in the car she drove carefully, having to keep slowing down because she was speeding. "Close your eyes Baby Girl," she said then turned into a parking lot. "Ok you can open them now." We were sitting in front of a rundown building, the only one in the strip mall that was still open. The sign on the window front read, "Auntie Anne's Sissy Boutique". Before I could get out she was at my door opening it. "Just stay close to me while we're inside, this is a Fetish shop" As I stepped inside I saw all sorts of restraints, PVC clothing, ball gags, you name it. Sissy dresses that advertised they were for feminizing men. But she led me past all that toward the back. It was there that she let go of my hand as I rushed to the double racks of Sissy pantys hanging on hangers. As I felt them the first thing I noticed was they were all lined with plastic pantys. Looking up I saw the sign, "For that special Baby Sissy." "Is this more what you were hoping for?" she asked with a smile. "Oh Mommy yes, they even match my nities." I was in heaven. "If I buy you one for each nitie, will you get ready for bed by eight, no matter how late we stay up?" she asked with what could only be a hopeful smile. "Oh yes Mommy, please, please Mommy." I didn't care who could hear me. "Of course that means by Seven on school nights," she added as I was picking out pairs that matched my new nities. With a giggle I grabbed a pair of plastic lined Sissy training pantys, "I'd wear these during the day on days that I had an accident." I giggled. Her eyes rose up. "Be careful what promises you make young lady," she teased. "I would Mommy I really would. Especially with all this pretty lace." "Ok then put them on now and I'll buy you a pair for each day of the week," she challenged. I started for the changing room and she said, "No do it right here so I can watch and make sure they fit." I didn't waste another minute. "Oh now that's a pretty Sissy Kitten," I heard from behind me. I squeaked in surprise and scooted closer to Momma. "You know we sell disposables if she might need one." "Oh no nothing but real diapers are going to cover that cute little butt. But she isn't a Kitten. She's my daughter." "Oh too bad, she could be a lot of fun," Momma quickly picked out seven pairs of the sissy training pantys then added them to the ten Sissy diaper covers. After paying and heading for the car I realized my backside felt even more, drafty than before. I caught a glimpse in the window and the bottom third of the ruffles was showing from under my skirt. I blushed beat red, "Oh god Momma everyone will see my pantys." "Yes I know, it's a wonderful effect of the full ruffled lace bottoms." "I, I've got to change before we get home." "No you don't, you agreed to wear them, and I really like the look on your cute little bottom and how bright your cheeks are. Besides no one will notice when we get home." On the way I asked, "Are those other ruffled pantys I bought going to do this too?" "No sweetie they don't have near as much lace. And I hope you will forgive me for teasing you into this." I blushed and giggled, as I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you Momma, this really has been the best day of my life ever." We stopped and Momma got Edward from Mrs Hurst. Then as I was putting my things away Anne showed up to visit. I hurried to my room and changed into a normal pair of pantys, and hid my Baby girl pantys in my closet. "Can I help you put your new things away?" she asked. "Oh I brought you a welcome gift." She was holding out a small package. "Oh you didn't need to do that, but thank you." I gave her a hug before opening it. It turned out to be a beginner makeup kit from 'Sally Beauty supply'. "I never got to wear makeup before, Momma look what Anne got me," I said. "Oh that's a nice one. I bet you could use a bit more Mascara though," she said and pulled out three different kinds from behind her back. Anne, Madison doesn't have a vanity yet. But I think you might be able to use the mirror in the bathroom to show her how to get started." I wasn't for sure what Momma was up to, but as we stood at the sink with her showing me how to do my first real makeup, Momma disappeared into my room. When she came out she said, "Madison, I put all of Edwards extra things in your chest of drawers until I can get him his own furniture set." Her wink said she was keeping my secret. "Thank you Momma," I blushed and giggled. When Anne started on my eyes with the eye shadow she said, "Trust me it won't look bad." "Oh that looks really good Anne," Momma said. "Just the right amount. I wish I'd had someone like you to teach me at your age." From there we went into my room and she helped me fold and put away my new clothes. Handing me hangers as I held up each item to be hung in the closet. "You have to wear the pleated pink skirt and the white sweater Monday," she told me. "Oh and these cute little strappy heels." So now I had my first school outfit picked out, and we talked as I showed her my new cell phone. I was still getting used to my nails and had to try four times before I got her name and number saved correctly. At seven thirty her Momma called for her to come home for dinner. I walked into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Momma hugging her tight. "Thank you Momma, do you really like the makeup?" "Yes I do. And Anne doesn't go overboard like so many other girls your age." She handed me a spoon and said, "Watch this and don't let it stick. I'm going to go get your things ready for bedtime." She patted my bottom. When she returned she asked, "Do you want to get ready for bed now or after we eat?" I looked at the spaghetti in the pan and smiled, "After we eat please. One messy baby in the house is enough." We both giggled. "You know I really didn't mean for you to be in diapers every night don't you? I don't want to punish you for something you can't really control," Mommy said later as I lay in the middle of my bed. The pretty blue ruffled baby sissy pantys around my ankles while Mommy sprinkled baby powder on me then tucked my little penis tight into my crotch as she pulled the front of the cloth diaper up tight. "Yes Mommy, but I love being your pwetty baby girl." She pulled the side up and around then slid the diaper pin in fastening it tight before pulling up the other side. "How's that, not too tight is it?" she asked as I closed my knees with a happy smile so she could pull up the pantys, then raised my butt for her. I rolled over so she could check the back, then she helped me up and I held her hand as we walked to the living room. I carried Alice and Matilda with me to lay on the blanky and watch Hanna Montana and I Carly. But Anne started texting me, and I giggled at my secret as I began texting her back. It was about nine pm and I was getting ready to ask Mommy if she could please take off the diaper so I could potty when Daddy called. I was so excited to talk to him on my new phone I forgot all about needing to potty. "The pictures your Momma sent me are so wonderful. You are so pretty Baby girl, I had to show everyone," "Daddy, no not the," I started in a panic. "No not the ones of your pretty pantys," he snickered. "But tell me, why are you wearing them before bedtime?" asked my Daddy. So I told him all about mine and Momma's agreement, and that I loved being Mommy's baby girl. And how by mutual agreement I agreed that I would wear diapers every night until I could go six months without an accident. "You know you could probably talk her down to three months, right?" "Daddy that was the original agreement. When Mommy bought me all these pretty pantys though I asked for six months." "Oh so you'll still be in diapers when I come home for leave in four months?" I could hear something in his voice. "I can't wait to see my baby girl in her pretty diapers and pantys. Of course if you're naughty you know you'll probably end up wearing those pretty training pantys you had on earlier." We talked a while longer and I really felt loved. And he said he was proud of me for going ahead and going to school, but to be careful because the guys would want to try the new girl to see if she was easy. "Daddy, I'm not easy. Just easy to get along with." We kissed over the phone and then he hung up and called Mommy before I could ask about going potty. "Yes she really is something, so pretty and precious. And I can't believe how grown up when she isn't waiting around for bedtime." "Yes she really does want to prove herself." "Oh you know it, I've been using Mr Stiffy a lot, I can't wait for you to get leave." "The party, no I couldn't go without you. Besides who would I get to watch Edward?" "No Dave, she's a young teenage girl, and if she meets new friends she might want to go hangout on Saturday." "I'll be ok with my toys. They just won't be as satisfying." "Ok Love, talk to you next week unless something happens, I love you too." she hung up, then looked at me strange. I was twirling my hair around my finger looking over my shoulder at her. "Madison are you ok?" "Yes Mommy but I really have to potty bad." "I'll take it off in fifteen minutes at ten o'clock. Or if you potty I'll change you into a dry one for bed. But of course if I have to change you I'll have to nurse you to sleep like your baby brother." My eyes got big and I started to flip over to ask if she really meant that, when I lost the battle with my pee and it began to flood into the diaper. Her bare toes nudged the soaked crotch, "That's my naughty girl." She was busy nursing Edward so I lay on my tummy over the ottoman and waited, my warm pee soaked diaper making my little penis hard. I carefully pushed my hand down under me and began to rub at my crotch. I was getting bold and then Momma said, "That looks like you're enjoying yourself." I blushed as I finally began to calm down, "I'm sorry Mommy I couldn't help it." She patted my bottom, her hand pressing the wet diaper against my bottom. "I'll be right back for my baby girl as soon as I put your brother to bed." Edward was sleeping in her arms already. I tried to lay quiet like a good girl until she came back. Holding my hand she led me to my room and lovingly changed my wet diaper. Then after tucking me in, she curled up next to me, one arm cradling my head as she carefully pulled her own nitie aside to bare her breast. Gently I began to nurse as her fingers caressed my cheek and she began to hum a lullaby. Her gentle rocking motion was as soothing as the milk that was flowing from her breast. I was soon so sleepy that I barely registered when she switched breasts. I woke up around two, the feel of her fingers gently slipping inside my diaper. "Roll over for Mommy," she urged me. Then quickly took off the diaper and said I should hurry and go potty. When I came back afterward she put my diaper back on and kissed my forehead as I fell back to sleep. I could hear her in her room, her moans were almost frightening before I realized she wasn't in pain. she was close to orgasm, but I was already at her door and couldn't help but stand there and watch. She was on her knees, her ass in the air, head down. her hand wrapped around a large black fake cock, as she rammed it in and out of herself. Her other hand rubbing furiously at her clit. "Ohhh godddd I misss youuuuuuu, unnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggg" she began to jerk her hips slamming the dildo in harder as she came. Then she pulled it out and started sucking on it. her mouth going farther and farther down the shaft as she held onto like she was sucking off a real cock. I saw her gagging and torrents of spit flowing from her mouth as she backed away only to slam her head back down again. All the while her fingers were churning inside her wet pussy until she came again. I never realized I was cumming too until I felt myself squirting into my diaper, and her head came up and around to look right at me. a worried look on her face she reached one hand out toward me, and I ran to the bed on wobbly legs. Hugging me she asked, "Are you ok Baby? That didn't scare you did it?" I blushed and giggled. "Only until I saw what you were doing, Mommy." She saw my flushed face, my still rapid breathing and realized I'd cum while watching her. My eyes fell on the huge dildo, "Is, is Daddy that big?" Her grin told me she wasn't mad at me for watching her. "Oh no, your daddy is Bigger. Well, longer anyway," she giggled. "When, ummm, when I get old enough learn about sex will you, ummm, will you buy me one like that to play with?" I was blushing. She pulled me into her arms. "When you get old enough I'll teach you myself with the real thing. But you need to start off smaller and work your way up to something that big." "T, teach me yourself?" "Yes I'll take you to a special party, and be there to make sure they're gentle, and if you say stop they stop." "You mean a party like you and daddy were talking about?" "Madison, Your Daddy and I have a very strong and trust filled marriage," she started to say. "I know Momma, I know you would never hide anything from Daddy or me. And we won't hide anything from you." I looked her in her eyes. "Please teach me how to take babysit so I can watch Edward for you on Saturday." As if on cue my baby brother began to cry. Momma giggled, "Ok let's see how you do today. Aside from nursing him, I'll let you take care of him all day." My eyes were huge, she was going to trust me with my baby brother for a whole day. I wanted to show her I could do it. I ran into his room and began changing his messy diaper. My nose wrinkled against the smell. With a chuckle she said. "Here try this." Then pulled the diaper pins out of the pin cushion and showed me how she held them in her mouth. I tried it and found I really didn't have to wrinkle my nose so much against the stink. "The pins cause your upper lip to press upward at the bottom of your nose closing off the scent ducts," she explained. "Not even your Daddy knows that trick yet." When I had him changed she quickly got me out of my own diaper and began nursing him while I took a shower and got ready for the day. By noon I was almost worn out, every time he fussed I was right there to attend to his needs. "Slow down girl, it won't hurt him to cry for a minute. It's actually good for him." I knew right away every time he was hungry because he would grab for my breasts and try to nurse. After lunch she brought us outside into the yard. Edward in a play pen, as we began tending her flower beds. "I see what you mean Momma, he doesn't really cry as hard as baby's that are neglected or been coddled ever second," I said at dinner. Monday arrived all too soon and I just barely got out of the shower before Anne, Grace, and Callie showed up at the door. I was still in pantys and bra when Momma showed them into my room. We'd had a long talk the night before, and she told me to remember, girls weren't shy around other girls. So I tried to stay calm with them in my room giving me advice about how to wear my makeup, and helping me with it. Then Callie leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I froze. "Oh crap, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that Madison." "Yes you did," accused Grace. "And you better not let me catch you trying turn her into a snail chaser." "Girls," Momma interrupted from the doorway. "It's almost time for the school bus." "I was just curious what that lip gloss tasted like on someone else," she protested. "Hey, it's ok. She said she was sorry and I believe her. So did it taste as good as it does on your own lips?" I asked Callie and she blushed. They all hurried out saying they'd see me at school. "Madison, are you ok?" Momma asked. "Yes Momma I, it's just Callie kissed me, on the lips." I said confused. "Oh, did she use her tongue?" "No Momma," I blushed. "Then I'm sure she was just curious like she said. Otherwise you'd have had her tongue in your mouth," "Momma is Callie a Lesbian?" "No, not yet anyway. I think she's just curious like most girls your age." "Then why did Grace so upset?" Momma looked at me strange, "You really are so very innocent in a lot of ways, you know that? Grace Carter, is very much Bisexual and leaning really hard towards becoming a Lesbian just like her Mother." At school I carried Edward on my hip while I walked past everyone with Momma to the main office. I heard a lot of questions, mostly wondering if Edward was mine, by the way he clung to me. The name on the empty receptionist's desk read, 'Naomi Carter'. "Oh Dotty, here I saw you coming and got you a cup of coffee." Now I saw it, the way she looked at Momma, her eyes drinking in Momma's milk swollen breasts. "Too bad your husband is deployed. You really must be lonely just you and the kids for a whole year." My god she was hitting on my Momma right in front of me. As Momma and I began filling out the forms, I watched how she kept watching Momma's every move. "Mrs Shale?" a middle aged man asked from the Principal's office. "I'll see you now." Mr James was nice. He noticed Momma but didn't let it distract him from his job as he went over everything with us. Then he picked up his phone. "Stacy, we have a new student starting today. I'm going to send her and her mother to you to get her schedule," "Yes thank you." "Stacy Jones is one of the school counselors, she'll be here in a moment." I smoothed out my skirt as I took a seat in front of the desk. "So Madison, are you looking forward to attending school here?" she asked as she looked over my paperwork. She set one piece to the side as she closed the folder then jotted down a few notes. "Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry I couldn't start sooner though." Her warm smile was disarming as she said, "I bet you are. But don't worry. No one but myself and the school nurse will know. Well us and the few who might already know." She'd gotten up and closed her office door. "Know what?" asked Momma. "Mrs Shale, I've seen my fair share of forged and altered Birth Certificates. They don't normally put the Seal over the vital information on certified copies of true originals." She handed back my Birth Certificate. "But I will need a copy of her transition letter by the end of the week. And a contact number for her Transitional Therapist for Emergencies." "Do you happen to know any that we might be able to get her an appointment with this week?" "Oh my, it usually takes months to get a Transition letter," "Momma," I started to panic. "I, I don't want to start school here if I can't be a girl from the beginning." "Madison, Calm down please." I looked up at Miss Jones, her smile was warm and comforting. "This is my job that pays the bills. But I can assure you if you come to this address on Wednesday evening at six, I'll write your letter myself." She passed over a card. 'Dr Jones, Stacy F., Transitional Therapy and counseling'. "You'll get to meet others like yourself," she said. Then she gave me a student handbook and went over the important parts that gave most Trans girls problems, 'the dress code'. She led me to my locker and made sure I could work the combination by myself. Then I was taken to my first class. "Everyone, this is Madison Shale, please make her feel welcome," I was introduced. As I stood there looking over the rest of my class I spotted Anne, Grace, Callie and Linda. Then I spotted two of the boys from the Mall on Saturday. My friends had saved me a seat in the midst of their own little group, which wasn't surprising to see the boys were trying to be a part of. "Hey Madison, remember me? I saw you at the mall." "Jake she just got here, stop trying to get her pantys off," Linda told him. "You were following me," I blushed. "Yeah and you looked way awesome in the Bikini too. How about we sit together at the pep rally?" he asked. "No way Dude, she saw me first. Isn't that right Madison?" asked the boy who had been driving. "Don't you think it's kind of unfair that you know my name but I don't know yours?" I said. "Oh yeah, I'm Jakes older brother Jeff." "And you already have a license to drive?" I asked. "What'd you do fail three grades?" "Jeff doesn't have a license yet," stated Jake. "And if he gets caught driving again he'll be in really big trouble." "Jeff, Jake, she isn't interested in your life history," said Anne. "She's a good girl, unlike the tramps you two chase after." The bell rang and we all headed for our lockers to put our books away. All I had though was my notebook because they decided I didn't need books since school was pretty much over with for the year. I was opening my locker when I got bumped by someone next to me and dropped my notebook. "Hey what luck, our lockers are next to each other," it was the really cute quiet guy from class. "Hi, I'm Dean. Sorry my cousins were giving you a hard time." he handed me my notebook and managed to keep his eyes on mine instead of my breasts. "Hi, I'm Madison." I felt giddy as I talked to him. "Are you going to the Pep Rally?" "Yeah but I can't sit next to you, sorry." "Oh, why is that?" I asked. "Because he doesn't want to get locked in his locker again. Isn't that right pretty boy?" Jeff said behind me. Turning around to face Jeff I found myself pushed up against the lockers. "I really want to get to know you Madison. How about we hangout after school?" he was pressing up against me his hands on both sides of me to keep me from getting away. "I'm not interested Jeff, besides if that little thing poking me in the stomach is all you got, I doubt any other girl would be interested either." I ducked under his arm and started to walk off when he grabbed Dean and began trying to push him into his locker. My heel came up behind me and the three inch wedge caught Jeff in the crotch. As he doubled over in pain I said, "Oops, sorry I thought I had something stuck to my heel." I grabbed Dean's arm and closed both our lockers as I pulled him along behind me. "Why'd you do that, for?" he asked. "You're the first decent guy I've met here, you don't talk to my tits like everyone else does." I told him then leaned in and kissed his cheek, "Thank you for being a gentleman." "No way!!! Madison did I just see you kissing this loser?" asked Grace. "He isn't a loser. He just won the be nice and respectable award." I said. "Come on lets go see this Pep Rally, Anne's trying out for cheerleader next year." We sat in bleachers in the midst of my friends, Callie, Grace and Linda. The only thing between us was my purse, but it still felt nice. When Anne started her routine we cheered for her and we jumped up and down as she started her cheer. "You know I'm totally going to get beat up for this don't you?" he whispered. "Why? Because you're more of a man than they are?" my three girlfriends turned to look at us in surprise as I lay my hand over his throbbing erection that was bulging out the inside of his pants leg. Their eyes looked down seeing it and their moths opened as he blushed. "This is three times bigger than that little thing Jeff was poking at me," I said as I let my nails caress its length." He shuddered and then a huge wet spot grew at the end as he stiffened and shivered all over. "Oh shit," he half groaned. "I'm sorry, I," "Shhhh, hold my purse," I sat it in his lap to hide the wet spot where he'd literally creamed his jeans. "I'm sorry I teased you like that." I kissed his cheek again. Linda and Callie were now looking at him differently. Obviously they had never seen him with a hardon. After the pep rally I asked Grace if I could borrow her sweater for him to carry. "Please, so no one thinks he peed his pants." "Girl no one is going to think he peed his pants. One whiff of all that jizz and they'll know he got a handjob in the bleachers," she said. As we came down the end heading for the doors, and the bus Ms Jones was standing there. "Madison, Dean, May I see you two in my office please." she didn't look happy. "Oh shit you got in trouble on your first day," Anne blurted out as she ran over to the rest of us. "Anne, your language," warned Ms Jones. "Hey what's that musty smell?" she asked. Anne followed us to the office. "Miss Hurst, this doesn't concern you," said Ms Jones. "I'm supposed to make sure she gets on the right bus, Damnit we just missed the bus," Anne was upset. "It's ok I'm sure Momma will be happy to give you a ride home," I told her. We all filed into the office and she shut the door. "Madison, I'm disappointed in you. And I'm sure your Mother will be too." she picked up her phone and called Momma, telling her what was going on. Then she tried calling Dean's home number, and Anne's but got no answer. When Momma got there Ms Jones said, "Anne you can wait outside, please." "Madison, I know you're new here and trying to make friends. But giving handjob's in the bleachers isn't the way to go about it. Especially for someone in your situation." "You did what? Oh Madison, Sweetie why?" asked Momma. "Momma, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happened. He was being nice without trying to get in my pantys, or talking to my tits," "Breasts, Madison," corrected Ms Jones. "Without talking to my breasts, and then I guess I was just trying to hide the fact he had a hardon," "Erection." "I just meant to cover it with my hand to keep everyone else from seeing it, and well it just felt so nice and big and," I had to catch my breath. "Ms Jones, could I deal with this at home?" Momma asked. "Yes. I'm not sure what Dean's mother will do, but I haven't been able to reach her yet." "I could take him home, and talk to them about it if you'd like," offered Momma. "Well that would be better than me having to try and explain the situation to them. And I can get home to fix supper for my husband." At the car Momma said, "Girls you sit in back with Edward. Dean you sit up front." Dean said his Mother wouldn't be home until six pm. So Momma said he could come home with us and wait. It was probably the most awkward ride with no one saying anything. "Momma dropped Anne off at her house, then parked in the driveway. I carried Edward in my arms as we entered the house. Without being asked I started getting my baby brother changed into a clean diaper. "Dean you might want to pay attention to how that's done if you're going to be chasing girls," Momma suggested. "Momma we weren't having sex," I blushed. "Ma'am I," "Find my daughter very attractive, yes I know," she picked up the phone and hit speed dial. After a moment she said, "Specialist Billings please. Yes Amanda everything's fine, I just wanted to let her know where Dean is." "Yes Holly, Dean is at our house. They missed the buses so I brought him home with us. No it's no trouble at all. Ok see you then," Momma hung up. "Your Mom is Holly from my Momma's office?" I asked. "Yeah but your Mom is my Mom's boss," he said. Momma sat smiling at the two of us. "I really am sorry you got into trouble. And as much as I enjoyed your hand on my lap, I should have had more control an thought of mangled road kill or something instead of how pretty you are." He apologized. When Edward was changed I put him in his play pen and looked over my shoulder at Dean. Then I realized he was watching my bottom with a delighted smile on his face. "Uuuuhhuuuuuum," Momma cleared her throat. "If you two are through flirting I think we should talk about things while Madison makes us some lunch." "I don't know what to fix Momma," I said. "Do you know how to fix Mac and Cheese?" she suggested. "Yes," I giggled. Sitting down Momma said, "Ok let's start from the beginning. How did all this get started?" "Madison dropped her note book at her locker and I picked it up for her," said Dean. "Yes and then Jeff, you remember him Momma, he was the one driving that car Saturday. Anyway he came up and started hitting on me and rubbing himself against me making crude suggestions," "Yeah and you really slammed him hard with that tiny dick comment loud enough for the whole school to hear," added Dean. Momma's eyes widened, "Ok little lady, let's hear that comment." "I said something to the effect that if all he had was the little thing poking at my tummy, I doubted any girl would be interested in him either." "Yeah and then he tried to keep her from getting away, but she ducked under his arm and when he tried to grab her arm she heeled him in the balls." "You're not helping any Dean," I said. "Oh I rather like his sidelines, please do tell me the rest." Momma said. "Then she kissed me for being a gentleman and not talking to her ti, err, breasts." "A Callie class kiss or a Daddy class?" asked Momma. He looked confused. "I kissed his cheek Momma," I blushed. The rest was pretty much the same as what she'd heard in Ms Jones office but the telling went into a bit more detail. When we were done she sat silent for a minute. "Ok little girl, you're old enough to kiss boys and neck. But I don't want to hear about anymore Handjobs, got it?" I was stirring in the butter, milk and cheese sauce and looked over my shoulder at her. "Really Momma?" "You are a good girl. And you were trying to do the right thing. And I've known Dean's mother almost as long as I've known Anne's, and I know that he would never take advantage of my little girl." We were just finishing our lunch when Anne called. "Are you like grounded? Did she kill Dean?" "Slow down, no she didn't kill Dean, and no I'm not grounded." "Good can I come over? Why is he still there?" "Momma, Anne wants to know if she can come over?" I asked. Momma op