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"Is this your bra?" Mother asked, holding the bra out at me as I walked
in the door.
"No, duh, what would I be doing with a bra? I don't have breasts that
require support," I answered a bit sarcastically.
"Well, it's not mine, and I found it in the laundry hamper. Can you at
least explain to me how a bra that doesn't belong to me ends up in the
laundry hamper?" she replied.
Now I had a problem. It was only Mother and I living at home. There is no
logical reason for a bra that doesn't belong to Mother to end up in the
laundry hamper without some explanation. I had to think fast here. It was
apparent I was caught and guilty but couldn't for the life of me come up
with some explanation as to how one of my bras ended up in the laundry
hamper. I didn't like lying to Mother about it not being my bra, but I
didn't want her finding out that I actually enjoy wearing the things.
"Why don't you go into your room, put away your things, and come up with
a reason how a bra that is obviously not mine ends up in the laundry
hamper. I'll give you ten minutes." She directed me toward my room,
moving to the side as I walked past her with my book back and a dumb look
on my face.
I went to my room quickly, closed the door behind me and sat on my bed.
How could I explain to Mother how a mysterious bra ended up in the
laundry room. I really couldn't come up with any logical answer. It
wasn't like I had any girlfriends over. Besides, why would they have
removed a bra and put it in the laundry room anyway. Maybe I could say I
emptied out my gym locker and it must have been mixed in with my dirty
gym clothes. But then, why would a girl's bra be mixed in with my gym
clothes? Doesn't matter! This is the most logical reason for a girl's bra
to have mysteriously ended up in the laundry room.
Mother is a very logical woman and I'm sure she'll ask me how it got into
my gym locker. Crap! I've got to come up with a better answer than that!
Unfortunately, my ten minutes has expired and I guess I'll have to face
the inquisitor.
"I can't imagine why you'd lie to me like that, James. It's obviously
your bra. If I told you it wasn't mine, and there are no other persons
living in this house, can you give me some logical explanation as to how
a mysterious bra showed up in the laundry room?" She always asks me
questions like this, as I believe she wants me to sound more intelligent
than I believe I am.
"The only logical explanation that I can come up with, Mother, is that
when I emptied my gym locker, it must have been in there. When I placed
my gym clothes in the hamper, it must have been mixed in at that time."
It was the best answer I could come up with, without admitting the truth.
I knew exactly whose bra that was and that I mistakenly mixed it in to
the laundry I removed from my room. I was careless and now I was going to
suffer the consequences.
"Okay, let's work with that explanation for a few moments, shall we?" I
could imagine her mind working at a mile a minute. "How would a girl's
bra end up in the boy's locker room? And an even more mysterious
question, how did it end up in your locker?" She looked at me with her
inquisitive look, eyebrows raised, looking at me over her glasses.
"Maybe it was a practical joke, Mother. I don't know. Why would I have a
girl's bra? Those guys like to play practical jokes in the locker room. I
can't think of any other explanation as to how it got in the laundry
room. If you didn't put it there, then it must have been me, and the only
way I can think of that it was put there is if it was mixed in with my
gym clothes."
"But why would the boys mix a girl's bra in with your clothes, James.
Don't you lock your locker? Could they have put it in there while you
weren't looking? Do they think you might be gay or something? It seems
like a pretty lame practical joke to me. It is a young girl's bra,
though, and it is pretty."
She held the bra up and started examining the cups and the size. "I like
this lacy band, and the lace trim is kind of cute, don't you think?" She
was holding the bra closer to me so I could get a good look at it. "I
like this y-back style. Is that the kind of bra the girls in you class
wear?" She asked me like I was supposed to know.
"How would I know what kind of bras the girls in my class wear, Mother.
That is a silly question."
She pulled open a JC Penney circular and located the teens bras and
pointed them out to me. The bra she held was similar to the ones in the
circular. And of course she then pointed out the coordinating panties.
"How adorable!" she observed. "This is the lingerie the girls in your
class wear, James. But I think you know that already. I've seen how you
look at the bras and panties when you see pictures of them. It's
perfectly natural to have some curiosity about girls your age, and what
they wear under their dresses. Aren't those panties cute, though?" Can
you imagine seeing a girl wearing something that pretty and sexy?"
"Mother! Do you really think this conversation is appropriate with your
son? We really shouldn't be talking about girl's intimates this way. This
a conversation with a mother and her daughter. I really don't know how
that bra got mixed into the clothes in the laundry room, but can't we
just drop the subject, please?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, James. Am I embarrassing you?" she asked me with her
innocent little doe eyes. "It's not really that big of a deal, talking
about bras and panties, it's only underwear, James. Cute little cotton
bras and panties." Girls wear this stuff every day. You might as well get
used to the idea that it's okay to talk about girls and their clothes and
stuff. We wear makeup; we have periods and have to use feminine hygiene
products. We take medication to eliminate period symptoms. Don't the
girls in your class talk about things like that?"
"Not in front of the guys, Mother. It's not appropriate to talk about
periods and cramps in front of boys, don't you think?" I asked.
"Why don't you tell me the truth, James? I know for a fact that this is
your bra. I've known about if for a while now, but I didn't know what to
do about it. I know you have some others in your room, and I know you
also have some panties in there as well. What I am more concerned about
is why you are lying to me." She looked at me with a kind of sad look in
her eyes.
"You know, James. A mother wants to have a daughter so she can talk about
clothes and makeup and stuff. I didn't have that with you, and I thought
that was okay. But ever since I found out about your secret stash of
girl's things, I've been thinking about how much I missed as a mother,
talking to her daughter about girl things. No, I don't think it's
inappropriate for me to be talking to you about bras and panties and
such, because down deep, I think you want to talk about those things. I
believe you want to experience those things and you've hidden the clothes
in your room so you could explore maybe what it's like to be a girl, for
just a little bit, anyway. Am I right?"
I was embarrassed to admit to Mother that I had been lying and that was
indeed my bra. It's a little embarrassing to confess that you've been
caught in a lie and especially embarrassing when it's about a girl's
intimates, but what the hell, I was caught so I might as well confess to
the whole crime. Is it a crime I wonder?
"Go get your girl's things and come back out here." Mother takes the bra
from my hand and allows me to get up from the sofa and head toward my
room. "I want to see everything!" she yells.
I have hidden under my mattress two additional bras and four pairs of
young women's panties. I'd bought these over the past couple of months
when I'd had some money left over from my allowance. They actually are
from JC Penney. I thought it was interesting that Mother knew that. I
think she must have been doing some investigating before we had this
conversation. I got to thinking about how convenient that circular was
when she wanted to point out what kinds of bras girls in my class wore. I
collected my 'unmentionables' and brought them out to Mother. I sat on
the sofa next to her and she took my panties and bras.
"You know, one of the most important parts of a Mother's job is to take
her daughter out to get her first bra. You've deprived me of that
privilege. But these panties are cute! Are they comfortable on you? I'd
think that they press your private parts up to you and you'd be a little
cramped, if you know what I mean." She held each of the panties up and
admired it for a few moments. "I see you prefer briefs over those cute
little bikini style panties. Have you ever tried one of those thongs?
That would drive me crazy, having a thin material sticking into my butt
all day. How do you girls stand wearing things like that is beyond me."
"I'm not a girl, Mother."
"I don't care about that, James. I'm not going to let you deprive me of
not taking you out shopping for a bra. I was brought out by my mother,
and since you wear them, I'm assuming you've worn these." She held out my
bras and panties. "Then you and I are going to go bra and panty shopping.
Just like my mother did for me."
What had I gotten myself into? Mother wants to relive a part of her
childhood, with me. "We'll go on some school day when all your classmates
will not be at the mall. I'm assuming you're comfortable shopping for
bras at JC Penney since that's where you got your other ones. I talked
with the sales ladies in the lingerie department. It's funny, James but
they think they remember you. How scared you were about buying some bras
and panties but they said you did a great job. I explained the situation
and they told me they'd be only too happy to size you properly as long as
I went along with you. We have an appointment for Thursday afternoon,
about 1:30 if that's okay with you. I also arranged to sign you out
around noon on Thursday so we're all set.
Mother knew all along. She even had a plan to allow me explore this
lingerie stuff a little more. A lot more, I guess since I was now going
to be properly sized for bras at the JC Penney lingerie department at the
mall. I can't believe those ladies remembered me from a few months ago. I
guess maybe it is a big deal about a young man purchasing bras and
panties in a lingerie department. Saleswomen will remember that. Mother
suggested that I not hid my lingerie any longer under my mattress but to
put them away properly. She sent me to my room with my intimates and
informed me that dinner would be ready shortly.
I went to my room, shaken a bit, but kind of glad in a way that Mother
now knew I had a little problem. We didn't talk about the specifics of my
actually wearing the bras or panties, but I'm assuming she most have just
made the assumption that I did in fact wear the girl's clothing. She
didn't seem to make any judgments or anything like that. It almost seemed
like she thought it was natural that I'd wear those things. I got myself
cleaned up for dinner, went out and set the table as I would every other
evening.
"So, would you like to talk about this anymore this evening?" she asked
me without putting any pressure on me.
"I guess there is no time like the present," I stated. "I owe you an
apology for lying to you like I did. I was making the assumption that
you'd be angry at me for wearing women's clothing and I was trying to
hide it from you."
"You are forgiven. Actually, I was blaming myself as I haven't been much
of a male role model, anyways. I should have thought about that when your
father and I got divorced. I didn't replace him with a male role model,
and I can't very well do that job myself, now can I?" She asked.
We sat at the table and had one of the best conversations I think I've
ever had with Mother. She was making no judgments, and was treating kind
of like a daughter. We talked for the longest time about why I wanted to
wear the panties and bras. We talked about bra comfort and styles, and
continued on with that question about wearing thongs. I'm totally against
it, by the way. It just seems unsanitary for some reason. Mother agrees
with me. Not only that, but who'd in their right mind want to live with a
wedgy all day?
I think the best part was that Mother opened up and told me about her
desires to have had a daughter to dress up. Not that she was going to
treat me like a doll or anything like that. But she explained that
mothers have some deep desire to teach their daughters how to become
women. You know, the makeup, and shaving legs and plucking eyebrows and
all that. I understood what she was talking about though I'd never have
imagined she'd ever have that conversation with me.
I cleaned off the table as Mother decided she'd like to continue the
conversation, so she disappeared into her room for a few minutes while I
washed the dishes. When I came out of the kitchen, Mother had brought her
nail polishing stuff from her room and placed it all on the dining room
table. "I'm going to teach you how to paint my nails," she directed me to
sit down. "This is just for me, so don't get your panties up in a bunch!"
I couldn't believe she just said that. "We can't paint your nails as
you've got school for the rest of this week, with half a day on Thursday
for panty and bra shopping with Mother."
We sat at the table for a while, Mother instructing me on how to prepare
nails for polish. "Well," she started, with a long pause.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I'm not sure how to ask this, but can I see you with you bra on? I mean,
you're doing my nails, and I am kind of curious what you'd look like
wearing a bra. Would you mind? I mean, I've got a cami top you can wear
over it. I wouldn't want to embarrass you but I'm dying to know what you
look like wearing a bra. Would you be like totally freaked out sitting
here wearing a bra and panties while you did my nails?" She sat staring
at me with her doe eyes again. I couldn't think of any reason, other than
my self-esteem. Well, why not. She knows I have them, and she knows I
wear them, and she's even scheduled me for a bra fitting. I might as well
get it over with, as I knew she'd see me on Thursday afternoon wearing a
bra anyways. Mother followed me toward my room and told me she'd get a
camisole so I wouldn't feel like I was naked in front of her. "And I'll
let you borrow a slip so you can put on a pair of those cute panties."
I waited a few minutes for Mother to return to my room, carrying a cami
and half-slip. Both were a little lacy, but not overly so. She handed
them to me and let me close the door. I took a few minutes to change and
gather a little bravery as I was about to walk out wearing lingerie in
front of Mother.
It wasn't so bad. I walked out quickly, did a quick little pirouette in
front of her, then quickly sat down and put my head down, pretending I
was working hard on her nails so she didn't see how much I was blushing.
My bra was a little padded so it just looked like I was budding young
woman wearing her first padded bra. After a couple of minutes, I didn't
think about it, and Mother and I continued our conversation with her
making recommendations on how to properly care for one's nails.
"You should sleep in that, you know." She said as I finished up. You look
like you're comfortable, and that cami and slip look good on you. You
should sleep in that outfit. You'll get used to wearing a bra and
panties, and you might as well learn about wearing other lingerie as
well. Are you still embarrassed about me seeing you dressed that way?"
she asked.
"Naw, I'm getting used to it. It's not really that big of a deal, is it?
I mean, girls wear this kind of stuff all the time. Maybe a nightgown
would be better than walking around in a slip and cami though. But I
don't think it's right me borrowing one of your nightgowns. If you don't
mind, I'd like to wear this to bed this evening. I feel kind of sexy
wearing it.
So that's how it went. That first conversation with Mother. Getting
caught with a bra because I wasn't paying attention to what I put in the
laundry. And in the end, it turned out to be much more of a Mother /
Daughter acceptance thing. She wasn't angry or disgusted or anything like
that. We actually bonded better in that evening than in almost a lifetime
of living in the same home together. Go figure. People are much more
accepting of this transgender thing than I ever would have imagined.
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