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Becoming a Daughter - Chapter 2
In the car my mother told me to relax and try to enjoy our outing. She
was certainly excited and looking forward to our shopping trip. Before
she drove off, she took her tube of moisturizer and held my chin firm as
she applied some to my lips. 'Don't worry honey, it is clear'. I looked
in the vanity mirror. I thought there was a faint pink color in the
moisturizer.
As we got to the mall, I was reluctant to get out of the car. "Mom, I
really can't do this. Please don't make me. Baby, we already went over
this. You have no choice unless you want another spanking by your father.
Well do you? No, I don't. Then take my hand and let's go have some fun.
You'll see - being girl for a while can be fun'. My mother pulled me out
of the car and held my hand - I think so I would not run away. My mom
said that mothers and daughters often hold hands when walking together.
'But mom, I am not your daughter. Honey, can't you be just for today' she
said as she smiled at me.
The first store we went into was a lingerie specialty store. My mom
started to quickly rummage through a pile of panties while telling me
that I was a size 5. Thank you mom for sharing that information with
everyone within ear's reaches. My mom quickly picked out several panties
in several styles. 'Mom that is way too many for one month. Honey, you
may decide that you PREFER panties to your Jockey underwear, and besides,
wearing a different pair each day would be fun'. Fun? Fun for whom?
A young female who appeared to be about 17 or 18 came up to us. She
looked evil and (cute). 'Hi. How can I help you? Oh, my son Ally, Alan I
mean, is in school play and he needs to be fitted for a bra and some
other items. Oh, I see,' said the clerk with her a sly smile. 'It seems
that all of the boys who buy their first bras are in school plays. Hmmm,
just follow me, Al'an. She led me into small dressing room and told me
to remove my blouse and slacks. 'Why my slacks? Al'an. Do as you are
told. Oh, my mother has a blouse just like yours. And, I love your
necklace', which made me blush. The young clerk then went behind me. She
looked down to see my string hanging out from my panties. "Oh, I see that
it is your time of the month! Oh you poor thing. I bet your nipples are
so sore. Let me see'. With that she took each of my nipples into her
fingers and at first gently squeezed them. Then she squeezed and twisted
them very hard. I yelled. "OCH" She kept pinching them until I pleaded
with her to stop, "please, please, oh that hurts. Well, now you know what
it is like to be a GURL'. She finally released my sore nipples and
reached around my chest and while pushing her large breasts into my back.
She measured my chest in several places. 'Ok, I know just what you need.
Did you have a particular cup size in mind? I did not know what to say as
my mom came into the dressing room responded. 'I was thinking an A cup,
as a B might be too large for his age. What do you think? I think an
A+++, to start, would be perfect. But after a while, you can come back
for a bigger cup." The clerk had C cups, my mom later told me. The
young clerk came back with 5 or 6 bras for me to try on. I told her I
only needed one bra. She said we needed to try on several different
styles as the sizes can vary. I struggled putting the bra on myself. The
controlling clerk then went behind me again and held the bra out for me
to slip my arms through. She hooked me up in the back. She mentioned that
she has often has to help first time bra wearers put on their first bra.
I wondered how many of these first time users were boys! She adjusted my
bra straps and then inserted tissue into each cup. I looked in the
mirror. Oh no, I looked more and more like a girl. A girl now with
breasts! My mom however did not like the unnatural look of the tissue,
stuffed cup. The clerk said some girls and boys use silicon breasts.
'They look and feel like real breasts and they are great until you
develop your own'. Develop your own! My mother jotted down the name and
address of the store that sold these silicon breasts. Next my mom said I
need some nighties, teddies, a long night grown and a house coat, so I
can move around the house in my undies with my dad and brother present. I
could not believe what my mother just said. This would be enough lingerie
for a girl for a year. I am not a girl. How do I get out of this?
Our young clerk brought in a number of things for me to try. Oh No! There
I was, in a small dressing room in my panties and a stuff bra, with this
young female very close to me. I was afraid my penis would start to
become hard from her close presence and the silky garments. She proceeded
to dress me in garment after garment touching and teasing me as she slid
each garment on and off. I looked at my mom with pleading eyes. Finally,
my mom said, "Ok. We will take these 5 bras, those 4 nighties, 3 baby
dolls, the long night gown and the house coat. 'Mom, why so many bras?
Honey, you will want to wear the same colour bra with the same colour
panties. Girls like to be colour coordinated'.
My mom told me to wear my bra as I needed to get used to wearing a bra
all the time at home. ALL THE TIME!! Why, it is only for a month at
best, right?
I pulled my blouse over my head and over my new bra. Oh NO. I looked in
the mirror and now the tight blouse made my tits look even larger as they
projected out from my chest. "MOM. I can't. I can't do this. Darling,
your breasts look wonderful." Our clerk said not to worry and that I
will likely be back in a month looking for larger cups. 'They all do, you
know'! With a red face, we walked out of the dressing room up to the
front counter. My mom paid for everything and the clerk told me that when
I come back, to make sure I asked for her. Then she gave me her card,
winked at me and told me to text her any time with questions. I left the
store carrying my new purchases, two full, large bags, and one in each
hand. My mom told me that now I had to really focus on my new 'gait'
with my new 'enhancements'.
As we were walking in the mall my mom noticed a kiosk in the centre of
the mall. Free facials were being offered. 'Oh, look honey. Let's get a
facial for both of us. Mom, I don't want to put on makeup. Honey, a
facial is not make-up. They clean your skin and put on moisturizer. You
will feel terrific. I have them done all the time, and these are free.
Look, two chairs are open; we can sit next to each other." I followed my
mom over to the two open chairs. She plopped right down and patted the
other chair for me to sit down. Just then a cute young girl came right
up to me. She noticed my bra and blouse, and said, 'Oh goody, I get to
work on you. I just love cute fem boys. I always wanted to do my brother,
but he won't let me'. Oh great, I am now being called a fem boy. With
that she took the shopping bags from me, set them next to my chair, and
pushed me back onto the chair until I was sitting down. She then titled
the chair back a little and my legs came up. 'What are you 'gurls' going
to have today'? Mom said we would like two facials. My attendant noticed
my open toe sandals and said what about a pedicure on these cute little
feet. 'Yes. Go ahead', my mom said. 'Mom! Oh honey, a pedicure is just
clearing your toes and trimming your nails. Relax, just close your eyes
and enjoy this with me. Ok honey'. My mom was calling me honey and
sweetie all of the time now and not Alan. My attendant started to
cleanse my face. And then she massaged my face. It felt wonderful. I
could have fallen asleep. I did feel someone else taken off my sandals
and then my feet were place in a tub of warm water. Oh. This was heaven.
I felt my mom reach across and take my hand to hold it. She wanted us to
hold hands as were receiving our facials together - sort of like sharing
an experience so we could later talk about it later together I think. I
tried to pull my hand away. But I got her message back real fast. I let
her hold my hand the rest of the way. I woke up when I felt some pain
around my eye brow. The cute attendant was using tweezers on my eye
brows. Then I could feel mascara going onto my eyebrows and eye lids as I
continued to doze. When we were finally done, I sat up. My attendant
handed me a mirror. I looked at myself - my New self. 'Oh MOM, I look
like a girl! Yes you do, and a real cutie at that,' responded my
attendant. I continued to hold the mirror and look at myself. This was
me! WOW. My eye brows had a definite feminine shape and my skin looked
clean and soft, with a nice glow. And I loved my eyes. They were
striking but not too much for a young girl. As a final step I had a pink
lip gloss lightly applied to my young lips. It was perfect. As I stood up
and look down, OOHHH NOOO - my toes nails had been painted a bright red.
My toes could be seen from a mile away. I was stunned. 'Honey, how can
you complain? I think deep down you really love this', she said looking
directly at my bulging crouch. 'Sweetie, we will need to find some way to
take care of that later!"
Before we left the Kiosk, my attendant put a number of the products she
used with my facial into a little white pouch purse for me. Great, now I
have my own purse. My mom told me to put my purse strap over my shoulder
so I could still carry shopping bags with my hands. Boy, I have a lot to
learn to be a girl.
As we walked in the mall my mom turned to me and said, "Honey, you will
need some clothes to wear at home with your new bras and panties. You
can't wear mine and you do not want to wear your shirts as they will have
impressions from your bra." Impressions? 'Besides, your dad is expecting
you to wear girl cloths with your new bras and panties and he told me to
buy you whatever you need for your 'punishment'. (A lie I later found
out). 'So let's just step into this cute little shop for young girls and
look at a couple of items'. Without waiting for my reply, my mother
bolted right into the store and again aggressively started to go through
racks of tops and bottoms. She was pulling things out left and right. I
did not like the looks of this at all. She told me to go to a dressing
room and disrobe except for my bra and panties. When I was undress, a
young clerk charged into my dressing room with arm full of clothes for me
to try on. 'Oh hi, I love your lacy bra? It so cute. Your mom said for
you to put on an outfit and step outside so she can see it on you." Step
out, can't she come into the dressing room. I did not know which tops
went with which bottoms, so I took a pair of white pants and slip them
on. They were tight on me. I turned and looked in the mirror. Oh my. My
buttocks were accented in these pants. My cheeks were parted in a very
sexy way and my butt crack was well defined. I look hot in theses tight
white pants. I later learned that they were Capri's. I reached for a
top. It was a soft jersey top in a lovely rose colour. I slip it on and
looked in the mirror. Oh my, I did look like a cute teenage girl. I could
not believe this was me. I went right up close to the mirror and stared
at myself. This is me? Oh. At least I was cute. With my eye make-up and
new clothes you could not tell that I was a boy. I then heard my mother
calling me. 'Honey, I want to see how you look in a new outfit'. I came
out only to find my mother with two young clerks with her waiting for my
'entrance'. I blushed. 'Ally, you look divine. Turn around. Let's see
all of you'. As I turn around one the young girls said 'Oh, what a cute
little butt. The boys will go crazy over that. I wish my ass was like
that'. Girls, they always so jealous. 'Ally, please try on another
outfit as I look for some more things for you'. I returned to my little
room, somewhat excited to try on another cute outfit. What was happing to
me? Did I like this? Did I like looking like a cute little teenager? This
time I selected a pair of Mudd jeans. They were skin tight and I could
barely pull them up and button my waist. I picked a silver, silky top to
go with my jeans. What! I started to think like a girl. What tops to go
with what bottoms! This was too easy and too natural for me. My top was
very feminine with its silvery sparkles. As I held it over my head and
away from my hair, I let it drop. And then I turned to look in the
mirror. The top was very loose and open with one of my shoulders bare.
Sexy. The material around my bust however was tight and my breasts were
on display. I love this top. Should I tell my mom? Did she already know?
I was starting to like look and act like a cute teenage girl. I wasn't
too good at being a boy, at least with my dad. Anyway, I did not wait
for my mom to call me, but opened the door and step right out. I walked a
few steps, stop and waited for my mom to look up. I had one hand on my
hip and swung my other hip outward for a sexy pose. I was acting like
such a tart. I had a big smile on my face when my mother finally look up
and saw me. She grasped. 'Ally, you, you are lovely, absolutely lovely.
She came right over to me and put her arm around me to give me a big hug.
'Ally, I knew you would love this. You are truly beautiful. When your dad
sees you like this, he may stop this 'punishment' if he thinks you are
having too much fun with it. That is if you want to stop." Hmmm, my
mother had just given me a great idea. As I turned to walk back to the
dressing room she looked at my butt in my tight Mudd jeans. 'Oh, that is
going to be trouble. That ass is to die for'!
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