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My Very Large Girlfriend, Part III
By Sandy Brown
It was the first time I had woken up in a bedroom other than my own in a
long time. It took me a second to get oriented, especially since I was
wearing a baby doll nightie. Pam was no longer in the bed. She was busy
making us breakfast.
I had a moment alone to ponder my situation. It was pretty clear that
Pam had a very strong maternal instinct, and at least for the moment, no
place to channel that instinct, other than towards me. So, what with the
age difference, the huge difference in size between us, and me being
somewhat submissive to start with, it made sense to me that she would
start mothering me, and make me feel a little like her little boy. And,
really, once I got past the usual societal BS about how the guy was
supposed to be in charge, I was comfortable with all of that. Pam was so
big and powerful looking; I felt comfortable letting her make the
decisions, and having her take charge. Even her influencing my dressing
choices had the advantage of me not having to think about those things.
But the part I didn't completely understand was that I was not just being
made to feel younger. There was clearly an element to everything that
had been going on between us that was making me not only younger but more
feminine. The painted toes, the shaved legs, the Bobbie socks, the cami,
the blouse, the cute shorts and top set - these were all making me feel
and look girlish. I knew that I was going along partly to make Pam
happy, and partly because I enjoyed it. But why did SHE want that? I
mean, making me feel and look feminine didn't exactly have to do with me
being mothered by her, did it?
And what exactly did she want, anyway? Did she want me to be feminine
and sissyish in manner and appearance, or was this look more of a
transition, on the way to becoming more like a real girl than a sissy
boy? Was Pam eventually going to want to get me in a dress? If so, how
would I feel about that?
I had no answers to these questions. Not only that, I had one more
question - if the trend with me and her was towards me becoming more
feminine, was it also towards me becoming younger? Exactly how young of
a sissy boy - or girl - did Pam want? For all I knew, she secretly
wanted a cute toddler in pretty pink short-alls, maybe even with a diaper
or big girl pull-ups, but was afraid to bring me along too fast. She did
not seem like a scheming type of person, but maybe she had a master plan.
I closed my eyes, and thought of Pam putting me in a little girl's party
dress, with lots of petticoats hiding my pull-ups. I pictured being at a
party with a lot of other little girls, and drinking too much apple
juice, and then giggling at something funny, and having a little
accident, and then having to spend the rest of the party in my now big,
somewhat wet diaper. I was a little girl, but still big enough not to be
wearing diapers. And now that they were wet, everyone would see it
bulging out from beneath my dress, and I was embarrassed.
Although I had often fantasized about my mother feminizing me, about her
offering to put her lipstick on me, to make my lips look just like hers,
I had never fantasized about being someone's little girl. And yet, my
little involuntary fantasy had made me rock hard and completely aroused.
If I did not get out of bed right away, I was sure to have an accident,
just like the little girl in the fantasy.
So, I got myself out of bed, looking forward to seeing where my new
girlfriend was going to take things. I was starting to feel like I loved
this big, strong woman, that maybe she knew what was best for me, and
that I would probably do whatever she wanted.
I could smell bacon cooking in the kitchen. I left the bedroom and went
in. I reached up both of my arms to give Pam a kiss, but she must have
interpreted it as a kind of signal that I wanted to be picked up. And I
guess it was the kind of gesture a little boy or girl would make to their
parent when they wanted to be picked up. Pam lifted me up under my
armpits, and in one motion almost threw me in the air a bit and then
scooped her arms under my bottom. I put my arms around her neck, and in
this way, our faces were level. She kissed me on my lips and said, "Good
morning, Sweetie Pie. Are you ready for some breakfast?"
I said, "Mmm yes, it smell delicious."
She put me down and I sat at the table. She said, "You should wear
something so you don't get anything on that beautiful nightie. Here."
She took out a pink bib that was clearly brand new, and put it around my
neck. I started protesting, but she said, "Shh, Patricia. I know you
are a big girl and don't need a bib, but why take a chance on making your
pretty nightie dirty?"
Oh, my. 'Patricia?' "big girl?' Not to mention the fact that she had
obviously bought me a little girl's pink bib. What the heck was going
on?
Pam could see the uncertainty and confusion on my face, and I think it
made her nervous; maybe she was afraid that she had gone too far. She
walked over to me and kissed me, deeply this time, passionately. She now
had my undivided attention. She said, "Shall we have a drink with our
bacon and eggs?"
I assumed she meant orange juice, and said sure. But Pam made us two of
the strongest Bloody Mary's I had ever tasted. It was 9 am, and by the
time I finished my drink I was already feeling a little drunk. But it
all seemed right. It felt like we had reached a point where we were both
going to need some alcohol to get us to the next step. Pam said, "Pat, I
know that at work, you have to dress like a young man. And I know that
when we go out, you have been letting me dress you a bit more femininely.
I know you have done it to make me happy, and it does make me happy. I
love to see my boyfriend looking, well, pretty. I also love that you are
willing to do that for me. But I also have the feeling that you are
enjoying it as well."
I smiled but did not say anything. She continued. "But sometimes, when
we are in the privacy of our homes, Mommie likes to take care of her
little girl. You know, Pat, I was so big from such an early age, that I
never got treated like that. I was always treated like a tomboy, even as
a toddler. People just assumed I was boyish because I was so big. I
never got to experience my mother putting me in pretty dresses, and
putting bows and ribbons in my hair. I loved girlish things, but
everyone always treated me like a boy. So, it's fun for me to sometimes
treat you like my little girl. You know, it might be fun for you too, to
let yourself be my little girl and have me take care of you. It would be
our little secret."
I was silent. She said, "Here we have some Bloody Mary left. I have
finished my second one already."
And she poured me another glass. I was a little drunk, but I kept
drinking. As I sat there drinking she said, "You take a little while to
think about it, ok, Pat?"
And she left the room, but came back a moment later with a bottle of very
pale pink nail polish. She sat down at the table and without another
comment, began painting my nails. As if it were the most natural thing
in the world for her to be doing. And like everything else she had done
to me, I offered not a word of protest. She finished and said, "There,
see how pretty? Isn't it nice to be Mommie's little girl?"
Yes, it was nice. I simply nodded, and she kissed me on my head.
A few minutes later Pam said, "I thought we might go pay a visit to the
girls at Nordstroms. There are a few things I would like to add to your
wardrobe."
I liked the idea of visiting Suzanne and Brittany; they were such fun,
nice girls. And whereas a week ago I might have felt funny about wearing
something out in public that might have been somewhat feminine, now I was
just relieved that Pam would not make me go outside looking like a little
girl! So, when Pam said, "Why don't you wear your blue shorts and
striped top outfit?" I was happy to comply.
It was a beautiful, low-humidity, sunny day. We decided to walk to
Nordstrom's. Pam was holding my hand as we walked down the street. I
did not really think about how we looked, but we must have made quite a
sight. It was the first time I was out dressed like this in the daytime.
I'm sure, dressed like a sissy, I looked younger than my twenty-two
years. And the difference in size probably made me look younger as well.
And because of her size, Pam's age was harder to determine at first
glance. So, it was possible that someone could have looked at us and
thought Pam was the mother of a sissy boy, rather than my girlfriend. It
was hard to know. Either way, we probably looked a little freakish.
Two twenty-something guys, who looked unkempt and unshaven, like they
might not have slept the night before, passed us on the street. They
then stopped, looked back at us, and one of them said, "What a couple of
freaks!"
I wanted to keep walking, but Pam got angry. She turned around and
walked back to them. She said, "What did you say?"
Now that he saw that Pam was a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier than
him, the guy was having second thoughts. But macho idiot that he was, he
probably felt that he had to stand his ground. He said, "The giant and
the fairy. Nice couple."
Pam simply shoved him in the chest, but so hard that she literally
knocked him down. He sat there on the ground, stunned, and finally
realized that discretion was the better part of valor, and stayed there.
I felt like a vulnerable damsel in distress, who had just been rescued by
my hero. When I thought to myself that I would follow Pam's lead because
she would take care of me, because I felt safe, I didn't mean it
literally! But, it was a wonderful feeling to feel protected by her!
Finally, we got to Nordstrom's. We walked through Cosmetics on the first
floor, not really pausing anywhere, but taking in the delicious, feminine
environment, especially the sales girls stopping us to ask if we would
like to try some new fragrance. Pam could see I was mesmerized by all
the pretty sights and smells and said, "Don't worry, Patty, we will stop
here on the way out."
With that, we headed to the Misses Department. We spotted Suzanne right
away. She seemed genuinely happy to see us. She gave me a little kiss,
just like girlfriends would. Then I got a little glimpse of what Pam had
been talking about. Even if Suzanne had wanted to give Pam a little
kiss, she couldn't, without Pam bending all the way over and it looking
like a big deal. So there was this slightly awkward moment, and I could
see what Pam had meant - that it was just easier for people to treat her
not in a feminine way. I felt sad when I realized how hard that must be
for her. Because I knew that even though Pam was a giant of a woman, at
heart, she was a girly girl, just like me.
Suzanne said, "Oh, Pat, I am so glad to see you out wearing the outfit!
You look LOVELY! I will have to get Brittany and tell her you guys are
here!"
I was blushing, but was very pleased. Then she leaned over and whispered
to me. "Have you worn the skort for her yet?"
I felt bad about whispering in front of Pam, but I giggled and whispered
back to her, "No! But I told her about it and promised I would wear it
for her in her apartment!"
Suzanne was in a playful mood and said, "So, what can I do for you
ladies?"
It was odd, but just as when the waitress had said it, it really did not
bother me when Suzanne called us ladies. In fact, it gave me a nice,
warm feeling.
Pam said, "Well, I thought Patty could use a few more things. For
starters, even though I love the outfit she's wearing, as you can see,
the top doesn't look like it fits quite right. It looks like there is
some extra material around the chest."
OMG - there it was again - "the outfit SHE'S wearing!"
Suzanne frowned a little and then agreed. I had no idea where this
conversation was going. Pam said, "So, I was thinking that maybe Pat
should try on a training bra, or maybe something like a AA cup, with just
a bit of padding. You know, just to properly fill out the top a bit, so
it's not sagging."
My eyes opened wide. A bra??!! That was a long way from wearing
somewhat girlish shorts and a top!
Then it was Pam's turn to whisper to Suzanne. She leaned over and
whispered, "You know what to do. I want to see my pretty sissy in bras.
I know he will listen to you and Brittany. I am going to shop in another
department for a bit."
And then, without me seeing, she slipped Suzanne a fifty dollar bill.
Although Suzanne was already enjoying herself, the large tip definitely
helped.
As Pam walked away, she said to me, "Be a good girl and listen to
Suzanne. Mommie will be back soon."
I was mortified that Pam had called me a girl, and herself Mommie, in
front of Suzanne. I was really not so sure I wanted Pam speaking to me
like this in front of other people. So, I got a little petulant and
said, "What if I don't want to?"
Then I got an even bigger surprise. Pam walked back towards me, towering
over me and said, "Patricia, you are not too old for a spanking. If you
do not behave, as soon as we get home you are going over my knee and I
will give you something to be upset about."
I was shocked! Had Pam just publicly threatened to spank me? Yes she
had! I was completely mortified, and even more mortified when I realized
that this little exchange was making me hard! My boy part was now
pressing up against my cute shorts, and both Pam and Suzanne would surely
notice if they glanced in that direction.
Pam softened her threat by kissing me on the head as she left me with
Suzanne.
Brittany soon appeared, and the two girls took me bra shopping. I ended
up with three different bras, for three different occasions. The first
one was what Suzanne and Pam had discussed. It was a pretty, lacy, white
bra, 36AA, with just a hint of padding. But the padding was just enough
to fill out the loose material on my knit top, and to give me just a hint
of a figure. It was not so noticeable when I looked straight at the
mirror in the dressing room, but when I turned sideways and stared at my
profile, a curve was clearly visible. With my high-waisted shorts and
long, shaved legs, I had a subtle, but pretty and feminine figure.
I was conflicted. I knew I looked like a complete sissy, maybe even like
a girl. But I loved how I looked, and I loved how wearing the bra felt.
And having two cute girls oohing and aahing and telling me how good I
looked did just what Pam thought it would - it made me more amenable to
going through with this.
The second bra I got was a full A cup, and instead of a little padding,
it had silicone gel inserts. This small difference made a big difference
in how my chest looked and felt. It felt, and looked, like I had real
breasts. Now there was no hint of ambiguity in my figure. Suzanne said
that I should wear this if I wanted to go out as a girl, wearing a pretty
dress or even the skorts and red top I had gotten the week before.
Suzanne seemed to really like how I looked in this bra. She was being
very flirty (now that Pam was not around), touching me and giving me
little kisses and telling me how pretty I looked. She said, "Oh, Patty,
I think you were meant to dress this way. With your hair longer, and
some makeup, you will be as pretty as any girl. Don't you feel lucky to
be able to experience how wonderful it feels to be a girl?"
I was not sure I felt lucky, but I was enjoying the attention, and well,
I DID like feeling the weight of the gel inserts on my chest, almost as
if I had my own breasts. It WAS very nice.
The last bra was a simple training bra, with no padding at all. Suzanne
said that she thought that Pam would be very pleased if I bought this for
every day, for under my boy clothes. She said no one would notice, but
this would keep me reminded at all times that I was a pretty sissy who
belonged to Pam. It took a moment before I realized the implications of
what she was saying - I would be wearing a bra at all times.
When Pam returned, Suzanne showed her our purchases. Suzanne had taken
the tags off the AA bra and had me wear it under my top. Pam was
thrilled. She said, "Oh Pattie, you look fabulous!" And then she
whispered to me, "And it really turns me on to see you with your little
curves. I can't wait to get you back to my apartment. I think I am
going to have to make an honest woman out of you, once and for all!"
I was incredibly turned on by having Pam speak to me that way. I felt
completely submissive and was willing to do whatever she wanted.
She said we had a bit more shopping to do.
Suzanne helped us pick out a new outfit - this time a pair of white
capris and a new top. Suzanne said, "The great thing about white capris
is that they are so versatile. Not only can you wear them with all the
tops you own, but when you are ready to make your look more feminine, you
can swap out flats for a pair of heels. I love the look of cropped pants
and high heels, and with your legs I think you will look fabulous."
Pam said, "That's great, because our next stop is Shoes!"
The girls picked one more outfit for me - a one piece, silk print jumper
with VERY short legs. Like everything else we bought, even though it was
not strictly girl's clothing, like a dress, it was incredibly feminine
and would show off my legs.
This little shopping trip was leaving little doubt in my mind about what
my look would be like when I was not at work. While I might occasionally
be dressed in such a way as to pass as a girl, most of the time it would
be sissyish and right on the border of cross dressing. It would be clear
to all who saw us that I was this large woman's pretty sissy plaything,
and that she was in charge. There was a little voice in my head that was
worrying where all of this was going, but at the same time, I realized
that I was as happy as I had ever been.
Off we went to Shoes. I couldn't wait to try on my first pair of heels,
and to see how they looked with my new white capris!
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