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My Personal Hero
By RogerGirl
"Mom, can you help me with something?" my older son asks calling to me
from his room.
"What is it, honey?" I ask as I come in his room.
"I don't want you to freak out or anything, but can you dress me up like
you?" he asks nervously.
"You want me to dress you up like a woman?" I ask a little surprised.
Jake has never shown any interest in cross-dressing before and he had a
girlfriend, so I admit I am a little confused. Maybe he's been holding
this in for a while and has finally decided to come out to me.
"I should probably explain before you jump to any conclusions," he
continues, "This isn't some kind of desire to dress as a woman or
anything, I'm doing this for school. I have to do a photo project where
I dress up as my personal hero and show myself in various scenes
explaining why this person is my hero."
"And you chose me?" I ask a little taken aback.
"Of course mom," he replies. "After dad left us you raised the three of
us by yourself. You had a full-time job and were still able to be there
whenever we needed you. Why wouldn't I choose you?"
"Well, I appreciate that," I say with pride, "but wouldn't it be easier
to do the project as your favorite athlete or a historical figure you
look up to."
"I could, but they aren't my heroes, you are," Jake responds.
"Well, if we are going to do this," I continue trying to see how
committed he really was, "You will have to spend two days living my life,
a weekday and a weekend. That means everything I do. Are you OK with
that?"
"Yes mom," he answers, "you do this for us everyday of the year. The
least I could do is spend two days in your shoes."
Oh, I'm so proud of him. I hug him and we make plans for the project.
Since senior ditch day is coming up on Friday, he will instead spend the
day with me. I tell him it will mean giving up going out with all of his
friends, but he doesn't seem to mind. I also tell him he will have to
remove his body hair and again he agrees. In the next couple days, I
begin making preparations for his transformation. I buy him a pair of
realistic breast forms and a prosthetic vagina and buy him a couple sets
of underwear in the style I wear. I am in my late 30s and I have a
boyfriend, so I often try to dress up nice. People have always said we
look a lot alike and I guess this weekend I am about to see just how
alike we look.
On Thursday, I pick him up from school and take him to my salon where I
have made an appointment for him. I had explained the situation to the
ladies there and they all thought it was very sweet what he was doing.
When we arrive, they are all over him and shower him with praise. Jake's
hair is long like mine is and I instruct the ladies to give him the same
hairstyle as I wear. Prior to arriving I had him remove his body hair
and put on the prosthetics I had bought for him. He is wearing his new
underwear under a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I made sure to get the
breast forms in my size, and unfortunately for Jake mine are a C cup.
They take him to the back where he changes into a simple skirt and blouse
outfit and the ladies wash his hair. Soon, Jake is engulfed in a world
of femininity. His hair is dyed, cut, and styled (he has been planning
to cut his hair for a while and will cut it after the project), his
eyebrows are shaped (only slightly so as not to make him look too
feminine when this is all over), he is given a manicure and pedicure and
his nails are painted, and his makeup is done. I wait in the waiting
area reading a magazine so as not to ruin the surprise when it is all
over.
After waiting quite some time, the ladies instruct me to come on back. I
step through the curtain and see a beautiful girl standing before me.
My
son's normally brown hair is now a light blonde, his lips look thick and
full, and his eyes and eyelashes look amazing. The blouse shows off a
hint of cleavage and the skirt and heels make his legs look long and
shapely. It is like looking at myself at 18. Before I forget, I make
sure to take a few pictures of him for his project.
"Do I look OK?" my pretty son asks me nervously.
"You look beautiful," I reply as I take her into my arms and hug her.
We grab his things and I hand him a purse as we head to the middle school
and elementary school to pick up his younger brother and sister. I take
some more pictures as Jake drives to the schools and picks up the kids.
When we get to the middle school, my younger son, Cody, looks surprised
to see two moms waiting for him in the car. He begins to laugh at his
older brother, but I quickly quiet him down by threatening to take away
his new PlayStation if he doesn't treat his older brother the same way he
would treat me for the weekend. My daughter, Maddie, has a much
different reaction to Jake's new look. She squeals with excitement and
tells us how much fun it will be having an older sister. I quickly
remind her that it is just for the project and not to get too excited.
When we get home, I give Jake a list of my daily chores and guide him
through doing the laundry and making dinner. Jake is a willing student
and follows each of my instructions without any complaint. I have
instructed the younger kids to pretend I am not there and to think of
Jake as mom for the next three days. Cody seems reluctant at first, but
when I refuse to help him with his homework, he finally gives in and goes
to Jake for help. I can see Jake is a little stressed dealing with
managing dinner and taking care of his younger siblings, but he doesn't
complain and works through it. I guess he inherited more from me than
just my looks. I take some more pictures of him throughout the evening
to work into his project.
Soon it is time for dinner, and we all sit down to see how Jake's first
meal has turned out. He serves each of us some meatloaf, mashed
potatoes, and vegetables with a dinner roll. When he pours me a glass of
wine, I tell him to pour a little for himself. He seems a little
surprised, but I remind him he is me for the weekend. We begin to eat,
and Jake soon finds himself facing one of my daily dilemmas. My daughter
Maddie is a very picky eater and refuses to eat her vegetables. Looking
at Jake, I expect him to get frustrated and angry, but surprisingly he
handles the situation quite calmly. After a few failed attempts, I see
an idea come over his face. He goes to the fridge and takes out a jar of
applesauce. He comes back to the table and mixes Maddie's vegetables
with the applesauce. Maddie looks a little suspicious, but takes a bite.
Surprisingly, she seems to like it and even takes seconds. Maybe Jake
won't be the only one learning something this weekend.
After dinner, Jakes helps the kids with the rest of their homework and
they watch a little TV before going to bed. Standing in the doorway, I
watch as Jake tucks Maddie in, reads her a story, and kisses her
goodnight.
"Good night mommy," Maddie says.
I guess I've never noticed it before, but Jake makes a very good mother.
Sure he mostly follows my example, but throughout the night he has also
incorporated some of his own ideas into his parenting style. He has
proven himself to be strong when it comes to discipline, but also fair
and loving. I watch as he says goodnight to Cody. Cody seems hesitant,
but as Jake leaves the room, Cody calls him mom. I follow Jake to the
living room to watch him collapse on the couch. I say nothing since this
weekend I am merely here to observe for the most part. As such, he will
be using my room for the next few days and I will be sleeping in his. I
want him to experience as much of my life as possible, and part of that
includes my bedtime habits.
After watching a little TV, he goes to my room and changes for bed. I
step in and help him remove his makeup and give him a quick run through
of my nightly routine. He seems a little unsure how to use the toilet
with his new prosthetic, and from outside the door I give him a few
instructions. He goes to bed in a tank top and a pair of boy short
panties, my usual sleeping outfit. I say goodnight after he sets his
alarm and I go to his bedroom to get some sleep.
The next morning he is up bright and early and right back in the thick of
motherhood. He wakes up Cody and Maddie, then takes a shower, dresses
in
my office skirt and blouse, and I instruct him on doing his hair and
makeup. Once he is ready, he checks on his siblings and comes downstairs
to make breakfast and lunches for the kids. While the kids eat, I
quickly get ready, and leave with them as Jake takes the kids to school
and goes to work. I have already informed the office where I work, that
Jake will be coming in with me today and they readily agreed.
After dropping the kids off at school, Jake drives to the office and my
boss leads him to my desk. He and my co-workers guide him through my
daily workload and soon he is tasked with answering phone calls and
filing papers. Everyone at the office seems pretty cool with what he is
doing and they try to include him as part of the group. He attends
meetings and they take him out with them to lunch. After a few hours, I
can tell he is feeling uncomfortable in the heels he is wearing, but he
sticks with it. At the end of the day, we leave the office and everyone
wishes him good luck on his project. He is exhausted, but his day is not
over yet.
We go home and pick up his brother and sister for soccer and dance class.
Since I work, they both take the bus home from school so they are all
ready to leave the moment Jake and I walk in the door. Jake drops Cody
off at soccer practice, and grabs a drink at Starbucks before we get to
Maddie's dance class. The drink gives him a little pick me up, and trust
me he will need it. While Maddie is in dance class, Jake and I sit with
the other moms who tell him how sweet it is that he is doing all this
for
me. Soon he is chatting like one of the girls and the moms are treating
him just like they normally treat me. Jake seems a little surprised at
some of the topics the women are discussing, but he says nothing and goes
along with it.
After dance class, we pick up Cody from soccer and the kids want pizza.
I can tell Jake just wants to go home, but he takes the kids out for
pizza anyway. Jake is nervous about being out in public dressed as a
woman, but nobody picks him out as a boy. In fact, I even notice a few
guys checking him out, but I don't say anything since I don't want to
make him feel uncomfortable. While we wait for our pizza, the kids ask
Jake for quarters for the arcade and Jakes fishes some change out of his
purse.
A couple hours later, we finally return home and the kids are on a sugar
high after all the soda they drank at dinner. Jake takes off his heels
and collapses on the couch while the kids run upstairs to their bedroom.
I look back at Jake and he is fast asleep. I look at him and smile. He
has been so good through all this, but tomorrow he will get to see
another side of my life that he doesn't know about. During the week I am
often stressed and tired, so on the weekends I take some time to myself
to decompress.
The next morning I wake up Jake and tell him our plans for the day. He
goes upstairs to get ready, and soon we are on the way to yoga after the
babysitter arrives. Jake is wearing a pair of yoga pants and a crop bra
top. His hair is tied back in a ponytail and he is wearing a pair of my
sneakers on his feet. Surprisingly, we seem to wear the same size
clothes and shoes. When we get to the yoga class, my friends are waiting
for us and they welcome Jake into the group. The instructor goes slowly
for Jake and it takes a few attempts for Jake to get the positions just
right. Luckily he is pretty flexible. After the class, we take our
showers (Jake in a private shower of course) and my friends and I take
Jake to the spa. Jake seems much more relaxed after a massage and a
facial and a steam room session.
Now relaxed, Jake is soon dressed in a dress and heels and is spending a
girl's day at my friend Kirsten's house. I let Jake have a couple drinks
and we spend the afternoon having lunch and talking. I can tell Jake is
feeling a little left out and awkward, especially when the subject of
men
come up. I pull Jake aside and ask him something he might be a little
uncomfortable with.
"Jake, I don't want to pressure you into anything," I begin, "but there
is one aspect of my life I would like to share with you if you are
willing. It is entirely up to you, but I'd like to set up a double date
for us with Zach and his son."
Jake seems a little hesitant, but he eventually agrees to the idea. I
call my boyfriend Zach and explain the situation to him. Zach has an 18
year old son, Ian, who is pretty good friends with Jake. I wait as Zach
talks to Ian, and soon it is all set up. We say goodbye to my friends
and head home to get ready for our date. I instruct the babysitter to
take the kids out to dinner, and the two of us spend the evening getting
ready. The guys will be taking us out someplace nice, so Jake puts on a
black dress that ends just above the knee.
When Zach and Ian arrive, they hand us each a bouquet of flowers and take
our arms as they lead us to their car. Ian seems quite taken with
Jake's
beauty and the two of them sit uncomfortably in the back seat. Ian is
uncomfortable calling him Jake and I can tell Jake feels the same way.
Neither of them is very comfortable with the idea of being two boys out
on a date together. Zach and I decide to fix the situation and Jake and
Ian agree to refer to Jake as Kayla for the evening. Now that they are
both thinking of Jake as a female, they seem a little more comfortable in
the situation.
By the time we get to the restaurant, Ian is treating Kayla like a real
girl. He takes her hand as we walk in the restaurant and is a gentleman
the entire evening. Kayla seems a little nervous at the attention Ian is
giving her, but she remains committed to her new role. As I watch the
two of them together, an idea pops into my mind. Maddie is very young
still and it will be some time before I get to do these kinds of things
with her. The weekend so far has been about Jake playing me, but I'd
really like to spend tomorrow with Kayla as mother and daughter. I
excuse myself and ask Kayla to join me in the bathroom.
"Honey, I know this was just for your project," I say, "but seeing you
tonight I would really like to spend a day with you as mother and
daughter. It's entirely up to you though. I don't want to force you
into anything."
"Sure mom," Kayla replies, "That actually might be kind of cool."
We return to our dates and after dinner we go to the mall to buy Kayla a
few things for tomorrow. The past couple days she has been wearing my
clothes for the project, but I don't want Kayla to look like a 38 year
old woman, I want her to look like an 18 year old girl. Kayla picks out
a few outfits and shoes and tries them on. She buys a pair of jeans, a
skirt, some sleepwear, a couple tops, a dress, a swimsuit, and a few
pairs of shoes. We also buy a couple sets of underwear and a purse and
makeup that are more her style. The guys compliment Kayla on her style
and they take us home. We say our goodnights and Zach kisses me at the
door. Ian is more hesitant and gives Kayla a hug and a kiss on the
cheek. Before he leaves he asks Kayla to go out with him tomorrow and
she agrees. This time it will just be the two of them.
We go upstairs and put Kayla's new things into her room. Since the
project is over, she will be sleeping in her own room tonight. We change
into our pjs and spend the evening eating ice cream and watching a movie
on the couch after Cody and Maddie go to bed. Kayla is no longer in mom
mode and I have instructed her siblings to treat her like their older
sister for the rest of the weekend. After the movie is over, the two of
us go to bed.
The next morning, I am back in mom mode and resume my duties around the
house. Surprisingly, Kayla is more than willing to help. She is quite
convincing as a girl and I have to admit I am going to miss having her
around the house. I call the babysitter to take Cody and Maddie for the
day and our mother daughter bonding begins. We spend the afternoon doing
each other's nails and giving each other makeovers then spend some time
in our swimsuits in the backyard by the pool. We stay in the shade so
that she doesn't end up with any embarrassing tan lines. Kayla looks
quite lovely and very feminine in her new two-piece swimsuit and it
appears her body is a lot more feminine than I had thought. Not even
counting the breast forms, her longs are quite long and her hips are a
little wider and her waist is a little narrower than most boys her age.
As I look at the pretty girl next to me, it is hard to imagine that she
is really my teenage son. I decide to get into the spirit of the day and
engage Kayla in a little girl talk.
"So how has being a girl been so far?" I ask.
"It's OK," she replies, "I probably won't do this again, but being a girl
is kind of fun."
"What do you mean?" I ask a little curious.
"I don't know," she responds, "I guess it's kind of cool getting to see
things from the other side."
"Well, I'm glad you are enjoying yourself," I say, "How do you feel about
your date with Ian?"
"A little weird," she answers.
"I can understand that," I say, "Do you think he's cute?"
"Mom, you know I don't like boys," Kayla whines.
"I know that honey," I continue, "Think of yourself as a girl though. As
a girl do you think he's cute?"
"I guess," she replies after giving it some thought.
We continue talking and she relaxes a little on the subject of boys.
After some time by the pool, we go back inside and get changed. I ask
her to call her girlfriend to join us for the day. She seems afraid of
letting her girlfriend, Erin, see her as a girl, but eventually I
convince her. Soon Erin arrives with a couple other girls and to Kayla's
surprise, they treat her just like one of the girls. I take them out to
lunch and we spend the afternoon walking around the mall. We try on
clothes and Kayla even begins to feel more comfortable when boys check
her out. The girls and I even get her to flirt a little and tell me
which boys she thinks are cute. Kayla seems shy about the situation, but
Erin reminds her that she is a girl today and it doesn't make her gay to
notice that other boys are good looking and that girls do it all the
time
with other girls. At one point she becomes separated from the group. A
boy comes over and tries to talk to her and I wonder how she will handle
the situation.
"You seem sweet," she says gently, "but I have a boyfriend."
I watch as she pulls out her phone and shows the boy a picture of her and
Ian from the night before. The guy seems to understand and walks away.
It looks like she can handle herself pretty well. We spend a little more
time at the mall then head home to get her ready for her date. Since
tonight is a regular date between teenagers, Erin and the others help her
find something a little more casual than she did the night before. She
puts on a skirt and top and a pair of wedged heels. The girls wish Kayla
good luck on her date and head home. Before long there is a knock at
the
door and Kayla nervously opens it.
"Wow, you look great," Ian says when she opens the door for him.
"Thank you," she says with a slight blush and a smile.
She grabs her purse and the two of them head out for their date. While
the two of them are out on their date, I go and pick up my younger kids
and take them out for tacos. After dinner I bring the kids home and they
are both in bed by the time I hear Ian's car pull up. I go to the
window
and watch as Ian walks her to the door and gives her a goodnight kiss on
the lips. Ian drives off as Kayla enters the house in a daze.
"How was your date?" I ask as Kayla comes and sits next to me on the
couch.
"I don't know," she replies, "It was OK I guess. We saw a movie and had
dinner at Chili's."
"That sounds nice," I say, "Did he kiss you?"
"Mom!" Kayla shouts in embarrassment.
"Don't worry," I say trying to comfort her, "There's nothing wrong with
kissing a boy. You were a girl tonight."
"Well," she replies after relaxing a little, "At the movies he put his
arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. At dinner we sat
close together in the booth and sometimes he would accidentally touch my
leg. I pointed it out when he did and he would apologize. I feel weird
telling you this next part."
"It's OK, sweetie," I say, "I'm your mom."
"OK," she says hesitantly, "After dinner he parked the car at lookout
point and told me how pretty I was. Before I knew what was happening, he
kissed me on the lips. We didn't make out or anything, but he kissed me
a couple more times. Then he kissed me again when he dropped me off at
the door."
"Did you like kissing him?" I ask.
"Not really," she responds, "but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was
going to be. Does this mean I'm gay?"
"I don't think so, honey," I reply trying to comfort her, "You were just
playing the role of a girl."
We talk a little longer then we go upstairs to change Kayla back into
Jake. Having worked at a salon when I was younger, I cut his hair and
pretty soon Kayla is gone completely. The next day Jake goes back to
school and resumes his regular life. During the week, we go through the
photos and finish putting together the PowerPoint for his presentation.
Of course we only include the photos that are relevant to the project.
On Friday, he presents his project and he gets an A. As expected, he is
afraid how his classmates will take his dressing up as a woman, but
surprisingly there seems to be no backlash. A few guys even admit to him
that they wished they had the courage to do what they did since their
mothers are their real heroes too.
It's been several years since that weekend and life has resumed much as
it did before. Jake never dressed as a girl again after that day and
going out with Ian didn't suddenly turn him gay. That summer he
graduated and left for college. He visited when he could and after
college he started law school. He is now an attorney at a small firm
downtown and is married with a 2-year-old daughter. His wife is also an
attorney and they seem pretty happy together, despite both being very
busy. Jake is a great father and it's clear he learned a lot from the
project.
A year after the project, Zach and I were married and Jake and Ian were
both in the wedding party. Things were awkward at first, but eventually
things returned to normal between Jake and Ian. Ian also moved away to
college and got a job as an accountant. He is also married, but he and
his wife haven't had any kids yet.
When Jake and Ian moved out, life resumed at home. Cody and Maddie both
got along pretty well with Zach and quickly took to him as their step-
dad. Cody is now in college and it is just Maddie at home. She is a
junior in high school. Now that she is older, we do mother daughter
things together like I did that weekend with Kayla. Of course, unlike
Kayla, Maddie is definitely interested in boys and that presents a whole
new set of problems.
The other day, I found myself going through some old files on my computer
and happened across the photos from Jake's project. As I look through
the photos, I can't help but think to myself how proud I am of him. How
many boys would not only be willing to spend the day living the life of
their mother, but also let their mother turn them into their daughter for
a day. Sure I may be his hero, but he is definitely mine.
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