Mommy Me Series Justina Pt 2
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Can I just say, right from the beginning, that it is totally weird when
your sister comes into your room and starts digging in your underwear
drawer.
"Well, you've got cuter undies!" is all she said. She didn't ask. She
didn't even acknowledge my protests. "Oh, shut up, sissy faggot. You've
got prettier panties and I need a pair today." She dug through the pile,
looking for a particular color, I guess. I just pulled the covers over my
head and tried to go back to sleep.
"Is the bra available?" she asked. Apparently she wasn't concerned about
trying to be quiet, or even considerate. She whacked me on my head with a
pillow. I uncovered my head to see which panties she'd selected. "2nd
drawer. You know where I keep the bras, Connie. What are you bothering me
for?"
"What, you need more beauty sleep, sissy brother. Mother says I should
get you up now. You've got a beauty parlor appointment at 10:00. Lucky!"
I covered my head again and heard her digging through the 2nd drawer
where Mother has me keeping my bras. Pretty weird, huh? A boy having a
panty drawer and a bra drawer? Well, it gets a lot worse. Hose and
tights, 3rd drawer. Swimsuits and slips, camis, and tap panties in the
4th drawer. And all sorts of feminine hygiene and other assorted hair and
feminine products in the bottom drawer. Head bands, tiaras, bracelets,
anything girly that Mother thinks I should have, and believe me, she's
always on the lookout for something pink and feminine. "Dainty
delicates," she likes to call them.
"She wants you in a dress and hose. You get to pick, so don't mess up. I
thought she was going to suggest a pedicure, but you shouldn't wear
pantyhose for that." That's all she said as she walked out of my bedroom.
It started a few weeks ago when Mother came into my room without my
knowledge. I was surfing the web, looking at the ladies in their
underwear on the Victoria's Secret website. She must have been standing
there for a while. I was staring at the screen and I made the comment of
how cute some woman looked, just talking to myself. I think she might
have even caught me rubbing on myself a little. I was definitely a little
hard down there.
"That is an adorable panty and bra set, James. Were you planning on
purchasing that set?" Then she turned around and walked out of the room.
"Crap!" was all I could think of. How on earth was I going to explain to
Mother what I was doing looking at the women on the Victoria's Secret
website? A young man such as me should have absolutely no reason to go to
that site, ever. I'm 13, by the way. My sister, Connie, is 15. But we are
both about the same size. Not that I'd know that for sure because I've
never tried her clothes on or anything like that. But when a boy turns
13, and his hormones are starting to kick in, I think you know where I'm
going here, I kind of wondered just what those girls wore under their
pretty dresses, if you know what I mean.
Dinner was a little peculiar that evening. I wasn't saying anything.
Connie, being 15 and attractive has tons of stuff to talk about with
Mother. Blah, blah, blah. If you asked me what the subject was, I
wouldn't be able to tell you. Connie's all over the place when it comes
to conversations. Mother kept looking at me and smiling though. I didn't
like that too much. Usually she'll just ask me how school was or did
anything unusual happen at school or questions like that. This day, she
just smiled at me. "Oh, Auntie Gaile will be coming for dinner tomorrow.
I want you both home and cleaned up before she gets here."
That was it. Dinner over, I helped Connie in cleaning up a bit. Mother
washes the dishes.
For whatever reason, Auntie Gaile brought over a bunch of black garbage
bags filled with old clothes she no longer needed. I know because I
helped her remove the bags from her car and put the bags in the garage.
She told me what was in the bags, but didn't say anything about why she
was dropping all those things off at our house. Dinner was pretty
ordinary, except Mother and Auntie Gaile kept making odd comments about
the clothing and hoping they'd be going to good use soon. And Mother also
mentioned she'd caught me shopping at Victoria's Secret's website, though
I made it quite clear that I wasn't shopping, just looking!
"Yeah, right, little sister!" Connie said that at the table and nobody
was going to argue with her. I was going to say something, but for
whatever reason, I let it go. I guess I just didn't want to have an
argument with my sister at the dinner table. Anyways, nothing more was
said about the clothes bags and I just forgot about them.
Saturday, a package arrived for me. Mother called me from my room and had
me sign the papers from the UPS guy. I didn't order anything, but here is
was. A package with my name on it. I didn't recognize the originating zip
code. Both Mother and Connie were standing there as Mother passed me a
pair of scissors so I could open the package. What a surprise. Mother
feigned surprised shock, putting her hands over her mouth. Connie just
laughed as I pulled the panties and bra from the package. "Cute undies,"
Connie remarked. "What size bra did you get? Maybe I can borrow it
sometime?"
"Mother," I stammered. "I didn't order this!" In the shipping package
were the purchase order and a Victoria's Secret catalog, marked with my
name and address.
"Oh, good, you'll be getting the catalog now, Jamie. Can I look through
it when you're done?" Connie asked, looking at me with her long eyelashes
fluttering. "Don't you just love their 'Pink' collection?" Connie walked
away laughing.
Mother didn't say anything but to request that I put my new undies away.
That was it. At least that's what I thought. They didn't stand around
waiting for an explanation. I would have tried telling them that I didn't
place the order. Mother must have done it because it was the set that I
was commenting to myself about when I was looking at the site earlier in
the week. So now I had a bra and panty set. What the heck was I supposed
to do with a bra and panty set?
I did as Mother asked, putting both the bra and panties in my underwear
drawer. I tried to forget about them, but I can't explain it. It was like
they were screaming at me. "Hey sissy, you got a bra and panty set in
your underwear drawer." I don't know how to describe a bra yelling at me
in my head. "Aren't you going to try me on to see if I fit?" Or the
panties saying something like "I'll bet you'd look just as cute as the
girls on the website if you put me on." I decided I was going to go out
and play as it was a pretty nice day and I didn't want to be tempted with
trying on that underwear because it was screaming at me.
I found some of my friends playing at the ballpark and spent the
afternoon away from the house. When I got home, Connie asked me the
weirdest question. "Did you show your boyfriends your new undies?"
"I don't have boyfriends, and those aren't my undies, I didn't order
them. I don't know why they came here, addressed to me!"
"Can I look through the catalog now, or are you still doing your own
shopping?" she asked sarcastically.
I went to my room, found the catalog on my desk, and brought it to
Connie. "Here, you can have it. I don't need to order anything from this
catalog." I almost threw the catalog at her.
"I'll mark the items I want, and then return it so we can place our
orders together."
What the heck was she thinking? I didn't need to place any orders from
the catalog. Anyways, Mother came in about then with the first of the
black garbage bags, filled with Auntie Gaile's old clothing.
"I want you to look through these things and pick out the things you
want. Connie will be in in a while to help you."
That was it. Now Mother was going a little nutsy as well. I don't need
any of Auntie Gaile's old clothes. And what's really weird is its all
girly underwear and swimsuits. What the hell? I dumped the bag onto the
floor. There were skirts, tights, leggings, some ballet clothes, and some
one and two-piece swimsuits. Connie knocked after a few minutes and
walked right in.
"Oh, your new panties will go just perfect with some of those skirts.
I'll bet you'll want those. Mother told me to let you pick first. And you
can have all the ballet stuff. I'm done with that shit."
Mother doesn't allow us to talk like that, but she wasn't in the room.
Connie just started picking up clothes and holding them up to herself or
to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "I don't need any women's clothes. What am
I supposed to do with ballet clothes, or girl's swimsuits? I'm a boy!
Hello!"
"Yeah, right!" She grabbed me by the collar. "You've got Victoria's
Secret panties and a bra in your underwear drawer, Mr. Macho Man. One
doesn't wear bras and panties and call themselves a man, you know."
Once again, I wasn't going to argue with her. She started a couple of
piles. She gave me most of the girly suits, all the ballet stuff,
leggings, and some slips and camis. She made it clear that she would
borrow whatever now that she knew what lingerie I was keeping in my
drawers. She took a couple of Auntie Gaile's two-piece bikinis and some
skirts that I knew she would look good in. The rest she started putting
on hangers and putting in my closet. Now I'm not much of a clothes horse
so my closet was pretty bare. Well, at least before she started. Mother
brought the next bag in, and we spent the afternoon sorting through
dresses and women's clothing. Mother sat on my bed and made suggestions
as well. Eventually one of them suggested I try a skirt or a dress on,
and I felt a little funny about wearing my boy's underwear under it.
Mother just laughed, walked over to my dresser, pulled out the bra and
panty set and sent me toward the bathroom.
"Connie, help your brother with his bra. I'm sure it's not adjusted just
yet, is it James?"
Connie and I walked into the bathroom and she pretty much forced me to
undress in front of her. "Get over it, little sister. I've seen naked
boys and I've seen naked girls. There's nothing there that would surprise
me."
So I removed my clothing, starting with the shirt. Connie helped me to
put on the new bra. I had to remove the tags and Connie helped with the
hooks. She explained how to do it as she said she was only going to help
me this once. She adjusted the straps and commented that we both wore the
same size. "We'll be able to share!" She said. Yeah, right. Like I'm
going to want to borrow her bras.
I removed my jeans and stepped out of my underwear. Connie started
laughing. "Okay, I guess there is something that would surprise me," she
said. It's so small!" She was talking about my penis. "No wonder you were
ordering panties. That's definitely not needing any extra material."
So I slid my new panties up, trying to cover my small (tiny is how Connie
would describe it) penis.
When Connie and I walked out of the bathroom, I was dressed only in my
bra and panties. Mother handed me the first of many dresses I was to try
on that afternoon. She seemed angry for most of the day. It's not like
she screamed or yelled or anything like that, but she seemed to enjoy
embarrassing me in front of Connie. After we'd separated the second bag
of clothing, Mother asked Connie to give us some time alone. Connie left,
taking her new clothes with her.
"What is all this about?" I asked, thinking maybe I should have let
Mother do the talking first.
She slapped me. "You fucking little faggot! Shut up and listen to what I
have to say. I was ashamed of you for the first time I can ever recall.
How dare you surf the web for pornographic material. Masturbating in
front of your own mother to pictures of scantily clad women. We are not
sexual objects for you to get your sexual jollies off. And then, I tried
to embarrass you further and you are just accepting all of this. What the
hell is a matter with you? You should have stopped this when that package
arrived from Victoria's Secret, but you accepted it anyway. Hell, any
real boy would have stopped it right there. You could have given the
intimates to your sister but you kept them. What were you thinking? I can
tell you what I was thinking you fucking little sissy. I figured since
you liked your new undies so much, you'd have put them on and continued
with your fucking little girly fantasy. And then to accept your Aunties
clothes like you did today. I would have thought you'd have died of
embarrassment allowing your sister to help you adjust your new bra."
"I'm sorry!"
"It's a little too late to be sorry now, you fucking little pantywaist. I
talked with Auntie Gaile and we've agreed that since you like looking at
scantily clad ladies, we'll provide you the opportunity to see how much
you like it. You'll be taking some girly dance lessons, swimming in
bikinis in front of the boys, dressing and makeup to make you the saucy
little tart you like looking at in the catalog. I'm going to shove so
much girly stuff down your throat; you won't want to see a pair of
women's panties for a year when I'm through with you. Got it? Little
sissy faggot?"
"So now what?" I asked, afraid to say any more.
"Connie," Mother yelled. "Bring the next bag in."
"And you'd better start acting like you're excited about all this sissy
stuff, you little pantywaist. You will be hanging around with your sister
for the next few weeks, and she's going to make you experience every
single bit of girlhood that you've missed out on these last 13 years.
We're going to have so much girly fun, and you'd better act the part. You
aren't going to admire other girls in their undies, you'll be experience
just the opposite. Allowing others to admire you in your cutesy pretty
little panties you like so much from Victoria's Secret. You won't have
to masturbate while looking at girls in their panties, dear. You'll be
able to just lift your dress and wank yourself silly."
Connie opened the door and dragged in the next bag. It was full of
prissy, sissy dresses. Nothing that Connie was interested in, so my
closet just got fuller. Mother called them Sunday church dresses and
seemed to be pretty happy that I'd have something appropriate to wear to
church or shopping. Most girls don't wear this kind of dress shopping, at
least according to Connie, but she informed me that they'd be perfect for
a little prissy pantywaist like me. She started calling me Jamie over and
over again, and Mother seemed to just accept the name change. The last
two bags had pants in them, so Mother had Connie bring them to her room.
We went with her and I was asked to help Connie with hanging them. She'd
whipped her jeans off and wasn't embarrassed about me seeing her in her
panties. She even pointed out that she was wearing a feminine napkin and
was a little water bloated from her period. I couldn't believe she was
talking in front of me like that.
So Mother and I got to watch as she tried on jeans and a couple of
blouses that were more her style. Underneath the jeans were some really
frilly nightgowns. Of course all of those went to my closet. Mother asked
that I give a little fashion show so I had to strip again to my bra and
panties and put the new nighties on for them. They both embarrassed me by
clapping and requesting that I lift my nighty so they could see my
panties. Mother made sure I understood that I'd be buying a lot more
underwear. They also instructed me on how to curtsey, so I had to do that
for the rest of the evening.
When it was time for dinner, both Mother and Connie agreed that I was to
start my home economics training which included cooking and cleaning. So
that sat at the table as I prepared dinner, set the table, and other
'women's work' as Mother made clear would be my job from now on.
I guess I should consider myself pretty lucky. Mother didn't send me to
school in a dress. Yes, my toenails are polished red, and I wear my new
panties and a training bra under my boy clothes, but haven't been caught
yet. She has my girly things ready for me when I get home. I've had to
start ballet lessons. I won't even go into that, but needless to say, I
spend numerous hours each week at the studio, and practicing at home.
Connie loves that! She used to take ballet as a young girl so helps me a
lot with tights and hair buns and tiaras and wrap around skirts.
Auntie Gaile thinks this is so much fun. It's like she's got a new niece
to take shopping. She's even had me for sleepovers with Connie. "You
know, just us girls!" she likes to say.
Mother has taken up a new hobby which is to redecorate my room to be more
female gender specific. I'm so sick of pink I could puke! I don't say
that to Mother but for crying out loud. A pink stapler? Pink ruler, pink
underwear, pink nightgowns, pink sheets and bedspread. She even bought a
Cinderella pink dinner plate, cup, and silver wear so I can eat on girly
dinner plates.
I don't know how long it's going to last. So far she's bought me 37 pairs
of panties and 12 bras. That's why Connie was in my room this morning.
You remember, looking for that perfect panty for whatever outfit she's
wearing today. I've got to get up and bath so I'll be femininely fresh
for my beauty appointment. I don't know if I'll be getting a pedicure or
not. Mother would probably get a kick out of making me take my pantyhose
off at the beauty parlor. Maybe someone else will see me in just my
panties. Mother likes to embarrass me like that.
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