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The visit to my mom and dad's small home town in Ohio was one we used to make fairly regularly. We would visit their parents and all my aunts, uncles, and cousins. I really enjoyed it because it meant visiting old houses, big farms in the country, and playing games with my cousins. But the last time we had been there was when I was ten; we went to the funeral of my mom's dad. He had been my last remaining grandparent. So this return was a special trip. They had planned on spending a day or so in their home town; then make a trip north to see some of our other relatives, and then return to complete the visit with all their brother-in laws and sisters. My brother, sister, and I had looked forward to this as much as my mom and dad. Each of my siblings had a set of cousins that they had run around with that were similar in age and gender to themselves; now 19 for my brother Richard and 17 for my sister Pat. I generally split my time between my older male and female cousins, since I was younger than both of them, now at 15. Although it was only a few years difference, when I was ten we were all still pretty similar. Now, the physical changes were much more apparent than when our families last got together. For example, my brother was a full 6-ft tall and well- muscled, as were my cousins Eddie, Paul, and Gary. They all played sports, loved to work on cars, and were quite rowdy. Maybe it was because I hadn't hit my growth spurt yet, or because I took more after my mother than my dad, but I was only 5'5" and still quite lean. I liked to run and play tennis, so I was fit but never seemed to be able to add muscle to my frame. I also kept my hair longer, down to my shoulders, and had my ears pierced; I told myself I was trying for the typical rebellious male teenager look. But on this visit, it embarrassed me a bit that I was closer in physical attributes to my sister and our female cousins Sandy, Bonnie, and Diane than my male cousins. In fact, I was shorter than most of my female cousins. During our previous visits, I could easily find games or activities with both groups that would be fun. Now I wasn't sure. If I tried to play pickup football games with the boys then I would likely get hammered as I was not equal to their speed and strength. Also, I doubted the girls would still do the role playing or imaginary games that we used to play with their dolls, houses, and other toys. Sandy, Diane, and Pat were the same age and Bonnie was a year younger than them and a year older than me. As teenagers I thought they would be more into clothes, makeup, and boys. So I figured I would just spend most of my time listening to my aunts and uncles. We finally got to my Aunt Alice and Uncle Rich's farm and all the cousins were there. At first everything was wild, with everyone talking, laughing and hugging each other. Once the welcoming was over, the parents got together in the living room, and all the cousins began to talk about what to do. Of course the boys wanted to go to the old barn where Gary was rebuilding a car engine; later they were going to meet some of his friends for some football and cruising around town. The girls were satisfied to just talk at first and were going to go up to Sandy's room for a little privacy from the adults. Maybe later they would go into town to check out the Sonic or go to a movie. My sister and brother both asked what I was going to do. I was torn. My natural inclination was to stick with my brother, but I really knew nothing about cars, so I wasn't interested in looking at some old engine and I knew I couldn't compete with their group in sports. On the other hand, sitting around just talking seemed a little boring. My brother and male cousins left for the barn, calling out to me that they would see me later. I was just about to leave to join them, when Sandy asked if I wanted to be with them. She was going to slice up a butterscotch cr?me pie to take to her room. That clinched it. I loved that pie, so I told them to cut me a slice too. I figured if it got too boring, I'd see what the adults were doing. Up in her room, we all sat on the floor in a big circle, eating pie and chatting. After finishing the pie, Sandy started asking my sister Pat about her senior year in school, her boyfriends, and eventually clothes. It was turning out just as I had suspected, just girl talk. It wasn't like I didn't like my female cousins and I had an interest in fashion that I mostly kept hidden. But I couldn't just join in and give my opinion on eye shadow color, pencil skirts, or wedge heels without feeling strange. I mean I knew a lot about them, but it seemed wrong for a boy to talk knowledgably about girl's stuff. So I sat there, and looked around. I could see a collection of dolls on Sandy's shelf. Surprisingly, I recognized them; the last time I visited we had sat in a similar circle on her floor, changing their clothes and acting out shopping, dating, and dancing. Finally, I realized that everyone had stopped talking. Looking back to the girls, I could see them all staring at me. Sandy smiled and spoke. "I see you noticed my dolls. I kept the ones I liked best. In fact, I always think of you and Pat when I see them. We used to have such great times playing with them. You were so creative and made such good storylines for our role playing. Of course, you were always like that. I mean I never met another boy, who liked to role play or dress up like you did." I blushed and was ready to deny it, when Bonnie chimed in. "I know it was like every time, Mikie visited, we had to play with all the dolls and he had to try on your last Halloween costume or outfit you wore in a play. I always thought he was so cute in them." "I don't remember that. I mean I played dolls with you and we did like to role play, but it was just because it was something to do. I mean I wore that Superman costume when I was younger, but I think that was it." All the girls laughed at that and looked at each with big grins. Diane looked at me and shook her head. "Oh Mikie, that wasn't a Superman costume. That was Wonder Woman. You put it right on and ran through the whole house, playing and fighting imaginary villains. You even wore the tights and little boots that came with it. We couldn't get you to take it off until bedtime. All the parents thought you were so cute." "Well, I must've not known who it was supposed to be. I was only 5 or 6 at most. I wouldn't just wear a girls' costume if I knew it." Again, they all laughed and looked at each other. This time Sandy spoke. "You really don't remember dressing up? I mean every year you and your family came to visit, you would wear one of mine, Diane's or Bonnie's costumes. One year you were the little Mermaid. The next you were Jasmine from the Aladdin movie and you even dressed as Princess Lea from the Star Wars movies. It got to where everyone expected you to do it. I know I would get the other girls' costumes together at my house, so you could choose who you wanted to be. The last time you picked the little Annie costume I had worn in a school play. You put on the curly wig, short dress, shoes, and even the ruffled panties that came with it. Usually after you got dressed, we'd sit here playing with dolls, board games, or watching the movie that featured the character you had dressed up as. It was always the same; you would wear the costume through dinner and only take it off when you were going to bed." I really blushed now. I began to remember some of this, and couldn't believe I had really been so willing to wear girl's costumes in front of everyone. I had always liked girls' clothes, but I kept those thoughts hidden away. I knew boys weren't supposed to like dresses, makeup, or pretty shoes, but boys' clothes were just so boring. The girls' stuff seemed both more exciting and natural to me somehow. As I sat there, embarrassed by my cousins' stories, Sandy stood up and got the dolls off the shelf. I could see that they generally matched us. Two of the dolls had brown hair, like Pat and Diane, one had dark black hair like Sandy, one was a redhead like Bonnie, and the last was blonde like me. As she held them, Diane looked at them and gasped. "Check it out. My doll is dressed just like me!" We all looked, and sure enough the doll had a pair of pink short- shorts, a white lace blouse, pink earrings and necklace, and a pair of white and pink sandals. Diane stood up, showed off her mostly matching outfit, and took the doll from Sandy. She held it out and positioned her arms like the doll as she swirled around. Everyone laughed and began to talk about what a coincidence it was that they matched. Smiling Diane turned to us. "Let's play with them. I mean we could each try to look like our doll and then act out what we want to do during your visit. It's been so long since we played dolls." Bonnie chimed in right away. "Yes, it's like Toy Story. The poor little dolls have been waiting to be played with. Now we can make them happy again." The others immediately begin to giggle and chatter away about what each doll was wearing. Sandy gave everyone the doll that fit their hair color. Bonnie, Diane, and Sandy all begin to describe outfits or clothes they had they might be suitable. Diane turned to Pat and said she had a skirt and top that would work for her to match her doll's outfit. I felt awkward; my doll had a red dress, high heels and matching jewelry. Given how everyone had talked about my wearing girls' costumes earlier, I certainly didn't want to do this kind of role playing, so I just sat there. Finally, Bonnie looked at me. "Mikie, I have just the dress for you. It has the low cut ruffled neckline like the doll's dress and I have the matching jewelry too." Before I could speak, Sandy took the doll from me. Lifting up the dress, she checked out the underwear the doll had on. "I thought this doll had the matching foundation set. When I first got these dolls, Mom gave me some of her old doll clothes that she had kept. There was a set of matching bra and girdle, with cute little stockings. I always kept them on one doll, which ever one was wearing a dress, because it made me think of Mom playing with her dolls. I know I have a pair of red heels like these, and I bet I can borrow some underwear from Mom that would be a match. She still wears girdles when we go to church." This had gone far enough. Even though my cousins were talking a mile a minute about how cute everyone would look, and were even beginning to make a list of clothes, I had to stop it. "You've got to be kidding. I can't wear that kind of stuff and I won't. I would be the laughing stock of the family. I mean if you girls want to dress up that would be fine, but I don't need to do it too, especially going as far as matching a doll's underwear." Again, they all looked at each other and smiled. Sandy sat down next to me, gave me back the doll, and put her hand on my shoulder. "Mikie, don't worry. No one will laugh. I mean my whole family is used to seeing you play dress up with us. Even my brother Paul mentioned it when we talked about your family visiting. Why do you think the guys left and didn't take you along? They knew you fit in with us and won't be surprised at anything you have on. Now, we don't get the chance to get together every year like we used to and all of us really want to do this one more time. We have the list of everything we need to complete the outfits. Diane and Bonnie are going to take Pat down the street to their houses to get the other matching items. Just relax and go along. You'll enjoy it like you always did. As far as the underwear, if you included that too, my mom would love it. She always tells me how your mom, her and their sisters played dolls just like we did." The other girls gathered around me and patted me on the back and head, telling me that I had to do it, for old times' sake. Bonnie hugged me and told me that the fact that I was always willing to be one of their playmates made me her favorite cousin. Finally I could tell that I really didn't have a choice, and reluctantly agreed to do it. They all cheered and once again began to finalize the list. Completing their chore, the rest of the cousins left to get their outfits, leaving me behind with Sandy. Even though I liked all my cousins, Sandy was the oldest, if only by a few months, and had always been the domineering one. She usually set the agenda for what we would do, and instinctively I was a little afraid of her. Once the others had left I was a little uneasy. Seeing it was just the two of us, she stood up. "We have a lot to do, before the others get back. I can find the lingerie you need fairly quickly, but you're going to need to do a little prep work first. When you were young, you didn't have any hair on your legs or arms. Luckily you don't have much now, but I think you will look better if we take it off. Your hair also looks long enough to style, but it will need to put in hot curlers at least. Follow me into my bathroom." She started the water running in the tub, and as I started to protest, she glared at me with a stern look. "Don't start whining, you do as I say, like you always did. Strip out of those clothes; you've got nothing to hide from me. I've got brothers and have seen it all." I really begin to blush now, and wished I had gone with my male cousins, even if it meant I would be squashed. I took off my t-shirt and shorts, but was hesitant about my underwear, until Sandy barked at me. Finally I stood naked in the bathroom, using my hands to cover myself. She told me to get in the tub and wash myself. She turned as I got in and got a razor and shaving cr?me and put them next to the tub. I began to do as she had told me. She was working at the counter, plugging in the hot rollers, and getting out make up. Sandy asked if I had started shaving my face yet. I blushed and shook my head no, so she quickly told me how to do it. I needed to soak a bit to soften the hair, use the cr?me to help lubricate, and then apply enough pressure to remove the hair, but not so much as to cut my skin. She put a little cr?me on my forearm, and showed me how to do it. Giving me a final warning to be careful around my ankles and knees, Sandy smiled and left to get the lingerie from her mom. By the time she returned I had shaved my legs up to my knees and removed the hair from the rest of my forearms. I had hoped that would be enough. Looking at me, Sandy just shook her head and told me to shave my legs all the way, do my chest and stomach, and underarms as well. She left me alone again and I tried to shave everything as well as I could, the whole time cussing myself for not being able to tell her no and trying to be careful. I was proud to a degree, about how quickly I had learned to shave and had managed it to take it off without a single nick. I kept telling myself, that my hair was blonde and not very noticeable so hopefully, no one would realize it was gone later. When she returned, she told me to stand up so she could see how I'd done. I did as she said, again covering my privates with my hands. Making me turn around, she seemed satisfied at first but then told me I needed to shave my bikini area, as girls preferred to be neat everywhere. I could keep a little patch of hair on top, but I was to be smooth everywhere else. I started to complain, but a quick glaring stare from her silenced me. She at least left me alone to shave. I shaved very slowly, trying not to cut the sensitive area. I shaped my pubic hair to look like one of the pictures I had seen in Playboy; when it was done, I had a little narrow strip, but my balls and penis were hairless. Glancing down, I looked more like a 5-year old than 15. Sandy called out from the bedroom and told me to get out of the tub and dry off. Then she would help me with the underwear. I joined her in her bedroom, using a towel to cover myself. She held a white boy-short panty, with lace trim around the waist and leg openings. I took it, turned around, and slipped it on. As I pulled it up, she told me to be sure to tuck my penis back between my legs, as she didn't want to have anything sticking out once I was dressed. I followed her directions, pulling it back and as I did, my balls slid naturally up into my body. With the panty on and everything tucked away, I looked totally flat in front. She then handed me a girdle brief with attached garters. It was white and had a satin control panel in front with an embossed lace design. It fit fairly tightly, but was not too uncomfortable. Sandy also had a pair of tan stockings. Rolling up the first one, she showed me how to put it on my leg and attach the garters. I watched her and did the other one as she had done. The stockings felt very silky as they slid up my smooth legs. The tug of the hose and the taut garters was a unique feeling. I slipped my feet into her red pumps. They had 3 inch heels and when I took a few steps, I wobbled a bit. It seemed really odd standing there. She then reached around me to attach a strapless long-line bra that matched the girdle. As she fastened the hooks in back, I could feel it begin to hold me, similar to the pressure of the brief, tight but again not too much. Sandy had a smile on her face as she finished. "Mom loves these kinds of foundations. I guess every woman wore these when she was growing up and she thinks they represent proper attire. She tried to get me to wear them, but I don't see the point. Neither she nor I are fat or flabby, but she says it's just to hold everything together especially under a dress or skirt. She'll really like the fact you are following her advice." Looking down I could see the lace bra cups were quite big. "Sandy, you sure this fits? I mean it looks too big." "A proper bra fit is determined more by the band, especially in your case, and this is just right. Almost every woman in our family has large boobs, either C- or D-cup, so the cups need to be big. We'll just pad you so that fit our family profile. We want Michelle to just be one of the Beasley women." I recognized the nickname and remembered I had been given it when I played before with the girls on prior visits. She smiled and began to put some pantyhose into the cups. That made me realize it was true, that my mom, sister, aunts, and cousins were all big up top. With the cups filled out, I sat down on the bed and Sandy rolled my hair with her hot curlers. She then applied some makeup, nothing too heavy, but a light foundation, some eye shadow, mascara, blush and lip gloss. The feel and smell of the cosmetics were both foreign, but exciting as well. It certainly was something new to me. I tried not to overreact, but was glad I tucked myself as this was turning out to be like a dream come true. Just as she was finishing, the rest of the girls returned with arms full of clothes, shoes, and accessories. Pat had changed into a skirt and blouse that looked pretty much like her doll. Diane had brought white Capri pants and a tank top for Sandy to match her doll and Bonnie wore the blue sundress like her doll. They were all giggling and talking as they entered. "I see Michelle is back and don't you look so cute. That lingerie looks great on you and your face is like so pretty. This is totally so much fun." Bonnie was bubbling as she told me to stand so she could check me out. My sister had a wide grin and I heard her comment that maybe that girdle could keep my big butt under control. I blushed at that, as I did have a bit of a bubble butt. It stuck out in back more than any guy I knew and I had always been sensitive about it. I took a quick peak over my shoulder and saw that it did seem a little smaller, or at least shaped. Bonnie was holding my red dress and helped me into it, zipping up the back. It was an A-line style with a flared skirt, thin spaghetti straps, and a tight bodice with ruffles across the neckline. The skirt length was just long enough to cover my stocking tops and the tight bodice emphasized my large padded bust. We then put on the matching red bangle necklace, bracelet, and ring. She also had a pair of red hoop earrings that we used to replace my normal studs. Once I was dressed, Sandy took out the hot rollers, combed out my hair so it was a mass of curls, sprayed everything to keep it in place, and then added a little red hair bow on the side. The rest of the girls were accessorizing their outfits, doing their makeup and hair, so we all looked like our dolls. Sandy had each one of us walk around the room, carrying our doll as if we were on a fashion runway. As I walked, the heels again caused me to teeter a bit, so they insisted I make more passes through the room until I could at least walk reasonably well. Pat gave me some pointers on how to walk on the ball of my feet and not rely as much on the stiletto heel. We then spread out and began to role play with the dolls. This brought back memories to me immediately. I immersed myself into the fantasy, as we acted out all the activities we would do during our visit. I had no problems projecting my doll as helping around the house, shopping, visiting relatives, or going to church. Even though, the doll represented me, I saw it as separate entity. As we played, we would switch from acting out something just using our dolls to standing up and moving ourselves. It was really interactive and fun. I was lost in the play and was surprised when we heard Aunt Alice call up to Sandy. "Sandy, I need your help to get supper ready. We have a lot of food to prepare for everyone, and the men will be hungry soon. You and the other girls come to the kitchen now." Sandy turned to us and indicated we should go, but she told us to take our dolls along, so we could show our moms' how we matched. All of a sudden, I began to panic. My sister and cousins got up and were heading out the bedroom door, and I realized they expected me to come too. I had almost forgotten how I looked, but I could see my appearance in Sandy's dresser mirror and knew how feminine I appeared. Bonnie could see I was nervous, so she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry Michelle, you look great. Everyone will understand that you were just role playing with us, like you always do. They'll see our dolls and know why we look like this. Just play along like old times." I didn't know what else to do, as they certainly weren't going to wait for me to take off the makeup, comb out my hair, and change into my boy clothes, so I followed them down the stairs and went into the kitchen. Each girl carried her doll and as Sandy and Pat entered the room, I could hear my mom, Aunt Alice, and Aunt Fran cheerfully welcome them. Sandy explained that they had all decided to dress like the dolls. I was the last to enter, walking slowly in the heels, but the women did not react negatively, but were all enthusiastic. I looked at my mom nervously as I entered, but she only smiled and spoke in a cheerful tone. "Oh honey, you look so adorable! Turn around; let me see your outfit. That dress fits you so well. I never realized how trim your waist is and well-proportioned you are. Not to mention your face, it is darling, although you seem young to use cosmetics. Overall, you girls did a great job matching each doll." I was both relieved and a bit embarrassed that she wasn't upset at my appearance, but seemed to like how well I looked as a girl. I know my cousins said everyone was used to me dressing up when I visited before, but now I was 15 and it seemed a bit old to be role playing as a girl. Looking at my aunts, I could see the approval in their eyes as well. Aunt Fran, Bonnie and Diane's mom, giggled a bit as she spoke. "Well Michelle, I can see you've developed into a real Beasley girl." That comment brought laughter from everyone, and Sandy came over to me. Taking the doll, she lifted up the skirt to show her mom the underwear. Aunt Alice smiled and asked if it was from her old doll clothes, which Sandy confirmed. Sandy then turned and lifted up my skirt showing the garters and the front of my girdle to the women in the kitchen. Telling them all, that it was one of her mom's foundations, Sandy indicated that I was wearing a matching bra as well. The women all commented that we had certainly done a great job in replicating our doll's outfits. Aunt Alice smiled and came over to me and whispered. "Michelle, I'm so impressed that you were willing to match your doll completely. Wearing proper foundations is still important, in my mind, and your respect for that makes me happy, and something I wish Sandy would do as well. As far as your full bust, that is a Beasley look and you should never be ashamed of it. That is as much a family trait as the large bump on our men's noses, and the cute little tip on the women's noses." With that she traced her fingers down my nose. I blushed as I was well aware that my nose, unlike any other man in our extended family, was smoothly sloped with a cute little button tip. With my short height, big butt, and delicate facial features, I more closely matched the other Beasley women than men. I only lacked the large bust to be a perfect fit and now I had that, at least in outward appearance. Aunt Fran broke in at that point, and had all the girls get together with our dolls for a couple of photos. I couldn't help but think I was going to be forever lumped in with my female relatives as a "Beasley girl". Aunt Alice had gone to the closet to get some aprons and began to pass them out to the girls, giving me a sheer white one with red strawberries on it that matched my dress. Then she began to give orders to each of us. I joined Bonnie in peeling and cutting potatoes to make mashed potatoes, while the others cleaned green beans, cut up carrots, or made biscuit dough. I could smell the roast beef cooking in the oven and knew it was going to be a big meal. Once we had the potatoes cooking, Bonnie and I went to set the table in the dining room. I was embarrassed by this, as the dining room was right next to the living room where my dad and uncles were watching a game on TV. I tried not to look at him, as I assumed he would be upset at my appearance. Returning to the kitchen, we helped get everything ready for the next 20 minutes or so. As all the food was about ready, Aunt Alice asked me to go ask the men what they wanted to drink. I didn't want to do it, but like Sandy, my aunt had a natural dominance that eliminated resistance. Walking into the living room, I asked the men whether they wanted tea or lemonade to drink. As they answered, I looked at my dad, who did not show any surprise or displeasure at my appearance. I then went on out to the porch, where my brother and cousins were hanging out. As I stepped out of the door, they all looked at me. I could feel my face start to flush, as they starred at me. Eddie's jaw dropped and his mouth was wide open. Finally Gary and Paul answered me, and my brother looked crossly at Eddie. "Don't you want anything to drink Ed? You're acting like you've never seen your cousin before." "Oh, sorry, it's just that she's so beautiful I was caught off guard. Tea will be fine for me." "Well quit drooling, you can't do anything with a cousin anyway." They all laughed at that, and I went back in the house. I was amazed that they hadn't teased me for how I looked, that my brother had stood up for me, and that Ed thought I looked beautiful and used a female pronoun. The reaction that I was getting from everyone was really throwing me off track. It was as if they were used to me appearing as a girl. As I walked back through the living room, my dad motioned me over to him. I swallowed nervously, as I thought that now I was going to get some grief over my dressing as a girl. I leaned in to him as he spoke. "Honey you need to be a bit careful when you dress like this. Your stocking top is visible beneath your skirt. You might want to ask the other women to help you." He smiled and waved me on to the kitchen. I glanced down and could see what he meant. Hurrying into the kitchen, I showed Aunt Alice. She came over and had me pull up my skirt. She told me that it was important when wearing stockings that you check ever so often to see that the garter had not come loose. Once I had worn them long enough, you could feel the difference when one came loose, but until then just look every so often. She showed me how to run my hands over the stocking to pull it back up and then reattached the loose garter. Putting my skirt back down, she was satisfied that I looked proper again. She told me it was easier wearing pantyhose and long-leg girdles and they gave you the same control, but that stockings and garters were an especially feminine item. I thanked her for the help and looked over at my mom who smiled at me and mouthed good girl. The whole day was continuing to be unreal. As the dinner finished cooking, I helped take food and drinks out to the table. When everything was set, we took off our aprons, called the men in to eat and sat down. This was one memory I really loved; the big meal where all my uncles, aunts, and cousins were around one table. Even though Aunt Alice had a huge dinning room table, it was still amazing that we all could fit around it. Everyone was eating and talking at the same time, complimenting Aunt Alice and us girls on the meal. Once the main meal was finished, the girls got up and took out the dirty plates, refilled drinks, and brought out slices of apple or peach pie for everyone. Even after eating dessert, we sat around the table talking. Mom and dad talked about going to see their aunts and uncles in Toledo and visiting more of the family for the rest of this week before returning to Urbana for the last week of our trip. The cousins were all chatting away about what we should do, and the boys were telling my brother that he would love fishing in Lake Eire with my dad's uncle Larry. On the other hand, the girls were lamenting that Pat would be gone. There were no cousins our age up there and although my mom liked seeing her aunts, they were quite old and it would just be sitting around talking. Dad and Richard on the other hand, couldn't wait to get there to go fishing and see Larry's auto shop. Finally, Aunt Alice told us girls to clear the table and do the dishes. We went in the kitchen, put on our aprons, and began the cleanup. The adults moved on to the den, while the boys went out on the porch again. While we were clearing the table, I could hear Pat, Sandy, and Diane whispering about something. They obviously agreed on a plan, because they left, while Bonnie washed the last few dishes and I dried them. We could hear them talking with Aunt Alice and my mom, and shortly thereafter heard the boys holler from the porch. I looked out the window and could see Pat and mom at our car and heard Paul and Gary run upstairs. But we couldn't figure out what was happening until the other girls returned, all with broad smiles on their faces. "What were you doing? Why did the boys yell? Did you do something to them?" I couldn't help but pepper Sandy with questions. Finally, she broke her silence and told me what they had done. The girls had gone to mom to see if Pat and I could stay here while Paul, Eddie, and Gary went with the rest of my family on to Toledo. Our parents had agreed, so Pat had gotten her suitcase out of the car and Sandy's brothers had gone upstairs to pack. I looked at Pat and she nodded her head in agreement. "What about my clothes, they were in a suitcase with Richard's stuff?" "Well when mom mentioned how they'd have to dig out your stuff, as maybe a reason not to go through with the plan, I told her that we could find enough clothes between us girls to make sure you had something to wear. I mean we have lots of shorts and tee shirts that would fit you." "Yes and we have extra toothbrushes and stuff here as well. I mean you already used my razor and hair brush, so I think you can get by with my extra deodorant and shampoo till they get back. We just didn't want them to come up with any excuse why you guys couldn't stay. We will have so much fun! You do want to stay don't you?" It made some sense; I knew my clothes were mostly shorts and tees anyway. I had brought only one nice dress shirt and pair of pants for church, but if necessary I could skip that until my parents returned. It might be awkward to replace my underwear, but I could get by and maybe borrow some from Paul or Gary. My shoes were upstairs as well, so I would have a pair of sneakers too. To be honest, I had dreaded going north anyway. I didn't like fishing and most of that part of our trip would be boring to me. At least with my girl cousins, I could go to the mall or movies. I nodded my head and agreed with their plan. With that settled Bonnie and I finished putting away the last glasses and wiped off the counters before removing our aprons. Eddie had left with his parents to get his clothes. It was decided that the boys would go out to the hotel and stay there with my parents so they could get an early start next morning. The girls had arranged a sleepover and were getting out the extra pillows and comforters to set up an area in the big bonus room on the third floor. Once Paul and Gary had their stuff together, my mom and dad said goodbye and they piled in our car and left for the hotel. I helped Pat get her stuff upstairs, and she put her suitcase in Aunt Alice's guest bedroom. By now, my feet were beginning to hurt from the high heels and I was starting to get uncomfortable wearing the bra and girdle. I asked Pat and Sandy where they put my shorts and tee shirt so I could get comfortable. "I put them in the laundry to be cleaned once you decided to stay and since we are having a sleepover, you might as well get into sleep clothes. You go in the bathroom, take off the dress and underwear, and wash off your makeup. I'll bring you some pajamas or something." She didn't have to tell me twice, as I was ready to get back to my normal appearance. It was quite a relief to remove the girdle, and although it took me sometime to unzip the dress and figure out how to unhook the bra, once I had removed it all I felt like myself. As I stood in front of the sink in my panties and washed my face, Pat came in with my nightwear. She had already changed into a pajama top with matching short-shorts and began to wash her face when I finished. I looked at what she brought me and was a bit embarrassed. It was a knee length night gown, with lace around the neckline and hem, in a mint green color. When I asked her about it, she said it made sense to them, since I already had on a panty. That way I would be getting fewer clothes dirty. I didn't see any reason to argue at this point and slipped it on over my head, enjoying how soft it felt when it settled on my shoulders. We joined the rest of the girls in the bonus room, and spent the next hour or so, chatting about the coming week. Sandy had talked her mom into letting us go to the mall tomorrow. It was about 50 miles away, but we could spend the whole day there. Her mom had thought it was really a good idea, because although she didn't mind me wearing my cousins' outer clothes, she decided it would be better if we got me my own underwear. Sitting on the floor surrounded by girls dressed in baby dolls and shorty pajamas, I would have thought my interests would be in their bodies, even if they were my cousins, because at my age boys rarely got such a close look at females in sexy clothes. But when my eyes were drawn to them, I subconsciously looked more at the clothes themselves than the wearer. I did feel relaxed for some reason to be able to wear a similar nightgown as most of them. Something about it felt right and comforting. But, despite our desire to talk, we were al pretty tired and soon fell asleep. Like most teenagers we slept pretty late the next morning, but the smell of bacon and sweet rolls brought us downstairs around 10. Uncle Rich had already gone out to the barn to start his work for the day and Aunt Alice was glad to see us. She cooked up a nice breakfast as we all sat around and finalized plans. Bonnie and Diane would go back to their house to get ready for the mall, while Sandy, Pat and I prepared here. Aunt Alice gave Sandy the charge card and told her to get me what was needed to make it through the week. Sandy would then pick up her cousins on the way to the mall. After we helped Aunt Alice cleanup, we went upstairs to brush our hair and teeth. I was the last in the bathroom and took a quick shower, making sure not to get my hair wet. Although it was still a bit wavy from yesterday, I didn't have time to wash and dry it before we left. While I was in the shower, Pat put some fresh clothes for me on the counter. After drying off, I started to get dressed. She had brought me a panty and matching camisole, in white with a peach-color print. That was okay, even though I really didn't know why I needed a camisole, but instead of shorts and a tee, she had left a jean mini skirt and a sleeveless peach blouse that buttoned up the back. I was mad at her, figuring she was making a joke. I stuck my head out the door and asked her rather rudely why she gave me all girl stuff. I thought I could use some boxers and a pair of regular shorts and tee shirt. But she just ignored my outburst, so I put on the underwear and skirt, took the blouse and went to Sandy's room. Pat and her were all dressed in skirts and tops, and were doing their makeup. As I entered the room, Sandy turned around. "I hope you're okay with what we picked out. We thought about raiding my brothers' things, but you're so much smaller than them and to be honest, most of their clothes look pretty yucky. When we talked about what you could wear, we thought with your smooth legs, chest, and underarms and wavy hair that you might look more like a girl than a boy. That also would make it easier for you to share our clothes as it gives us more choices. I hope you don't mind the skirt. We all thought we would try to match our outfits and the only shorts I have are for working out, or are sexy short-shorts. In reality, the skirt is a bit longer and provided you keep your legs together when you sit, there won't be much difference. I included the camisole, because the blouse is semi-sheer, so it will give you more coverage. I thought you might need some help with that blouse. It is pretty, but I always have mom button it up for me. I have a pair of low heeled sandals with a peach bow on the front that you can wear to complete the outfit. I know these clothes may seem odd, but no one in town but our family knows you and you can easily pass as a girl. We knew you enjoyed role playing yesterday, so will you please try it a bit longer?" I wanted to be mad, but I knew I didn't have many choices. I had to depend on them for clothes and she was right. No one here knew me, so what would it matter. I figured one more day at the mall would be okay. Plus, once I saw how my family reacted, or really didn't react to my feminine appearance, I sort of liked it. So finally I agreed that I would do it a little longer. They both smiled and had me sit down so they could make up my face. I told them to just a bit of makeup, remembering mom's comment, so they limited it to light eye shadow, mascara, some shiny lip gloss and blush. Sandy told me with my smooth skin, I really didn't need foundation for daywear anyway. To complete the outfit, she gave me some small hoops with peach and orange beads and a matching bracelet. She put some items in a small purse so I would have something to carry my stuff in. Looking in the mirror, I could see that I was very feminine, appearing like a pre-teen girl waiting to develop. Even though I liked what I saw, it was a bit uncomfortable, as I had always suspected that I didn't look as masculine as I should at my age. This just confirmed it. Once we were fully dressed, we went down to say bye to Aunt Alice. She smiled again, and complimented me on how well my outfit matched. As we left, she whispered something in Sandy's ear and we were on our way. After we picked up Diane and Bonnie, the ride to the mall went quickly as we all chatted about what we were looking for. Mom had given both Pat and I some cash, so we had some flexibility in spending. Aunt Alice had also made it clear to Sandy, to be sure that I got what I needed for underwear. So we decided the first thing to do was to got to Macy's and get that. Entering the mall, we went right to Macys. I was pretty nervous being in public dressed as a girl, but being with my sister and cousins made me feel a little less noticeable and I tried to just blend in with them. The store was large, with several floors; I just followed the rest of the girls down the escalator to the bottom floor. Once there, I noticed it was the lingerie department. I began to get more nervous, as I had hoped to maybe get some of my normal boxers. "Sandy, weren't we going to get my underwear first? I like boxers as they fit more comfortably." "Don't be silly Michelle. You will likely be wearing something a bit more feminine than your normal clothes, so I think if we get you panties it would be best. Boxers would be too long for any of my shorts and skirts. Besides, I see an opportunity to make mom happy. I saw how she reacted when she saw you yesterday in her foundations. I intend to get you some shapers, your own bras, as well as panties. That way you can wear any of our clothes and still look presentable. Its not like they will be wasted, you match most of us in sizes, so even if you don't keep them for yourself, Pat can probably use them anyway. So just relax, plan on being a girl this week. Help us look around and find something cute. You and Bonnie start with panties; you are a medium or size 5." "I'll go with you. I think tanga or thong styles might work well for you. I know regular bikini or boy short styles tend to ride up when I wear them, and your butt is even bigger than mine. With tanga or thongs, the cut on the back is designed to fit better in back so you avoid some of that problem." Bonnie smiled and took me over to the panty area. Her description of my big butt made me self conscious and the idea of wearing thongs seemed odd, but I figured she knew better than me. Sandy had said I should get seven or eight pairs. When I protested the number as being too many, she said girls kept themselves a lot nicer than boys, and it was important that you have clean underwear to change in to, if we do any activity. So we began to make some choices. Bonnie showed me the styles she had suggested and steered me toward several that had lace sides, or cute bows. We picked out one pair in each basic color, black, white and nude, but she also suggested I get some fancier ones. So we wound up with pink, peach, blue, a flowery print, a dark mocha, and a bright yellow. Bonnie was pretty insistent on the styles, but they looked small and I wasn't sure they would hide my male parts; I was just too embarrassed to bring that up in the store. While we had been getting these, Pat and Diane had been choosing bra styles. They had several models they thought would be good for me and when we joined them, they matched colors of the bras to our panties. So we had a blue, white, nude, mocha, and flowery print. They had favored lace cup styles, generally with full cups, but there was one pushup design and the flowery print was strapless. I was a little dismayed that they all were D-cup, but they were all in the same band size, 34, that I had worn yesterday so I figured they would fit. I did suggest that they were buying too many, but Sandy said I would likely wear a new one each day; girls changed bras as often as panties. Pat had also picked out a cute pink baby doll for me to wear at night; it was a bit sheer, but she thought it looked really cute and I was overruled again. Seeing we had bra and panties chosen, Sandy called me over to where the shapers and girdles were. She had picked out two main styles, briefs and long-leg. The long-leg shapers had lace on the legs and over the control panel in front; she had one in white and another in nude. The briefs were a bit more varied; some were all lace including one in mocha and another in blue. She also had a thong style with a wide lace waist band in the same flowery print as one of my bras. She said I could wear these with pantyhose, if I needed hosiery. But she wanted me to have something more substantial for when we dressed up for church. She showed me a body briefer in black. It could be worn in various configurations, including strapless, crossed straps, regular style straps, and even had removable garters. It was also sized in a 34-D. Sandy felt pretty confident about sizes, but she wanted to be sure a medium was appropriate for the brief. So she took me into the dressing room and had me pull on the mocha lace brief. It fit fairly snug, but she thought it was what I needed. In fact, she said I might as well get used to wearing them so she removed the tag and told me to keep it on. As we began to check out, she picked up several pairs of pantyhose and a pair of black stockings. I was really shocked when I saw the total cost and I tried to talk her out of so much lingerie, but she insisted that her mom had told her to be sure to get enough for my visit. As we left the store, I was carrying all these bags of lingerie. I was worried that Sandy had bought too much and her mom would be mad. Plus, the idea that I was going to spend the whole week as a girl made me nervous, excited, but nervous. Thinking about how Sandy and Aunt Alice had reacted yesterday, I tried to calm myself by saying it was only family. We entered the rest of the mall from Macy's and everyone was chatting about where to go next. Sandy turned to face us and said she had a surprise planned. "You all are in for a special treat. Mom and I agreed that she would pay for manicures and pedicures for all of us. She told me to call first thing this morning and set up times for us at the Sheer Pleasure salon here at the mall. We're just in time." She herded us down one of the side halls to the salon. Checking in at the front desk, she confirmed our appointments and each of us began to look at nail colors. Sandy told Pat that since she and I had not been here before, that she had arranged for us to get nail extensions as well. I had noticed that Sandy, Bonnie, and Diane all had longer nails than Pat, but hadn't given it much thought. Pat was excited and thanked her even more. I was now resigned to being a girl, but I knew this was a more permanent and prominent step. The girls all talked about suitable colors for each of us, and everyone agreed that a light coral would be good for me. Sandy said she had a couple of tops and sundresses that went well with that shade; red would be good too, but that might be a bit too flashy. With the colors selected, we each went back to the nail area and the stylists began to do their work. It took about 30 minutes for us and just as we were ready to go, Sandy went to talk with one of the stylists. They came over to me and the stylist began to look at my hair, as Sandy spoke. "Don't you think she'd look cuter as more of a blonde? This is my cousin and she is visiting us for awhile and we thought it would be fun to change up her look. You have any suggestions on style or color." "Well her blonde color is nice, but you are right, it would match her skin better and really set off her eye color if she was a shade or two lighter. As for style, her hair is long enough for a couple of options. A lot of women prefer the short bob cut for summer. It is easy to style, especially if you are going to spend a lot of time outside. However, with her texture and natural wave, I think as long as she is willing to set it at night in curlers, or use a curling iron or hot rollers in the morning, that she could have a fun curly look or a pretty body wave. I would just need to trim her split-ends, layer it a little, give her bangs, and shape the back a bit. I could do it all in about an hour if that sounds good to you." Sandy, Pat, and the others enthusiastically agreed with the stylist's suggestion, making it very difficult for me to disagree. I tried, stammering out my reluctance, but it was hard to argue effectively and still maintain my cover as a girl in front of the stylist. I lost my will when I tried to make my point to Sandy and I saw how feminine my hands looked with the cute coral color and new length. As the other girls left to run an errand, I was taken to her chair to begin; Pat said they would meet me back here in a little while. The stylist was real cheerful and the process went quickly and smoothly. I tried to remain calm as she applied the color, washed it out, trimmed my hair and set it in rollers. Sitting under the dryer, I felt like I should be upset at how my cousin had pushed me into looking more feminine at every turn today, but I was excited about how my hair might look. And to be honest I loved how my nails looked. My toes looked so cute in the sandals, and my hands with the longer nails now looked as feminine as my clothes. As much as I wanted to be upset, I couldn't get past the realization that I was enjoying being a girl today. Finally my hair was dry and the stylist began to take the rollers out and use her fingers to loosen and arrange the curls. As we sat looking at my style, I could hear my sister and cousins return. I saw Sandy carrying a small bag. Sandy, Pat, Bonnie, and Diane squealed when they saw me, all exclaiming how cute I looked. They all loved the cut and said the color was perfect. I was happy as well, and couldn't contain my smile. I thanked the stylist and told her I loved my new look. As I said that, the rest of the girls agreed and gave me hugs. Finally Sandy stood in front of me with the small bag. "Michelle, these are for you. Mom told me about this place near the mall and suggested I get you the appropriate size to be sure you were a real Beasley girl." She then handed me the bag. Looking inside I saw a box containing a pair of large life-like breast forms. The box label indicated they were mastectomy forms; they were a light skin tone with prominent nipples in a dark pink. I blushed as I saw them, but didn't know what to say. Sandy had looked in my Macy bags and pulled out the mocha-colored bra. "Let's go try these out and see how you look." She took me to the back of the salon into one of the bathrooms. Quickly unbuttoning my blouse, we pulled up the camisole so I could slip my arms through the bra straps. Sandy hooked me up in back and she slipped the forms into the lace cups. After they settled in, she adjusted the shoulder straps a bit, pulled down the camisole, and re-buttoned the blouse. Bonnie had joined us in the room and had a big grin on her face. "Well cousin, what do think? How do they feel?" I starred at myself in the mirror. They definitely gave me a real look; with my new hair style and polished nails I looked totally feminine. I almost hated to admit it, but I loved how I looked. "They are a lot different than the padding we used yesterday. First of all they weigh more than I expected and they seem to move much more naturally; it's obvious that the added weight allows them to simulate the real thing. The way they sit in the bra also produces a much more realistic shape. Although they will take some time getting used to, I like how it looks. Do they look real to you?" "Most definitely and if they are heavy then you are a Beasley girl, for sure, now." The more I looked at my reflection, the more emotional I became. It was difficult to look at it and not feel that it showed more of the real me than I had ever exposed before. My hair, face and now body all were as feminine as I had ever dreamed of. I felt my eyes begin to tear up, and turned to Sandy and gave her a big hug. "Thank you and your mom, for helping me with all this. I knew I always loved visiting my cousins and aunts, but now I know why. You make me feel totally welcome and let me express some of my inner self." Sandy hugged me back, and as I left the bathroom, all of the girls came up and hugged me. Finally I had to tell them we needed to go do something else, or I was going to cry and ruin my makeup. We all laughed at that and Sandy quickly suggested we go to the food court and get a salad and maybe one of their famous chocolate chocolate-chip cookies to celebrate. As we walked, I could feel my new breasts bounce and could see them move under my blouse. I caught my reflection in a few storefronts, and was thrilled with how I now looked so feminine. With each step I felt I was becoming more and more a Beasley girl. When we got there, Pat and I offered to pay for lunch. I took drink orders and helped her gather the salads while the others found a table for us. Soon we were settled in, eating and chatting about where we would shop after we finished. We each had at least one specialty store or particular item we were interested in, and Sandy suggested that the first place we needed to go was the makeup counter at Nordstrom's. They had the best brands, a variety of items, and tons of colors; she said I needed my own products, so they would match my skin tone better and coordinate with my coral nail polish. I was beaming inside, realizing I could express the many feminine interests I had always hidden away. It was like being given a free pass to explore that side of myself. Just as we were finishing, I heard Diane squeal and looked up to see her running over to a three boys. She went up to the taller one and gave him a big hug. He was about 6'3" with light brown hair and bright blue eyes. They stood there holding hands and acting as if they wanted to kiss, but didn't want to in public. As I watched her, Bonnie leaned over and told me that was her current boyfriend, Ryan. Diane turned back toward us and waved Pat and Sandy over. Bonnie clued me in again. The other boys were Jordan and Greg. Diane had wanted Pat to meet Jordan, thinking that she might like him. Sandy also liked Greg, as he was in her class at school. They were all nice guys that went to her high school in Urbana. She said there was nothing like doing some summer dating and flirting; besides if she paired Pat up with someone, it would give Diane a reason to be with Ryan while we were visiting. As I watched them I noticed two other boys coming our way. They were tall as well, with the taller one being close to 6'2" and the other only slightly shorter. The shorter one must have been Ryan's brother as he looked very similar. I turned to ask Bonnie about them, but she was already smiling at them. When they got to the table, she quickly greeted them. "Hi Jake, what brings you guys out today?" The taller one responded that they were helping his dad by coming to pick up some merchandise for his store back in town, and just dropped by the mall to pick up some lunch to eat on the way home. He asked what we were up to. Bonnie nodded her head at me and replied. "Well our cousins are in town, so we decided to hit the mall for some shopping and girl time. This is my cousin, Michelle and that is her sister Pat over there with Diane and Sandy. They are true southern belles. We hope they'll be here a couple of weeks. Michelle, these are some friends from school, Jake and Tim. Tim is Ryan's brother." Tim looked at me, smiled in a sort of shy way, and softly said hello. I felt a little awkward with them there, as it was obvious that Bonnie liked Jake. I had the feeling that this was a bit too perfect to be coincidence, but Tim seemed nice. I smiled back and said it was nice to meet him. I could also see that Jake was taken by Bonnie as well and so he stood there a moment making small talk with her. I didn't want Tim to feel left out, so I asked him a question or two about school. He opened up some, and soon we were comparing schools and our activities. He was going to be a sophomore next year and I told him I would be starting high school as a freshman. We both liked science and were going to take band; he played trumpet and I played flute. He also was on the school tennis team and he asked if I played any sports or was a cheerleader. I blushed at that. First that he thought I might be cute enough to be a cheerleader, but also because I had tried out this summer for the freshman tennis team but had not made it. Our high school was really big, over 2,000 kids, and competition for spots on teams was really fierce. I didn't want to tell him all that, so I just said I liked tennis too, but just for recreation. The more we talked the more we seemed to connect. I felt really odd talking to a boy this way, but it did match the way we had role played yesterday with the dolls. I just told myself that I was acting to match my appearance. As I was telling him about our trip here, he smiled and laughed softly. I asked what was so funny, as I was more than a little self-conscious. "It's not funny, but just pleasant. I love your southern accent. It sounds so sweet and pretty. I always thought southerners sounded sort of corny, but your accent has a lilting tone to it that makes ordinary words sound special. I didn't mean to insult you; it just made me feel happy." I blushed a bit at that description but felt better that he found my accent pleasant. Most of my cousins teased me about it. Finally the other boys, my sister, and cousins joined us at the table, the boys standing around. Ryan spoke up. "Well we need to get the supplies back to the store and finish our work there. But we are free tomorrow. We had planned a day at Oak Hills Country Club for some tennis and swimming. I have a couple of tennis courts reserved in the morning and then we were going to eat lunch and lay around the pool in the afternoon. Why don't you join us? We'd have 5 teams and could play some mixed doubles matches. It'd be much more fun with you girls. And it would be our treat, lunch and everything. What do you say?" Sandy quickly looked around, as if she was going to consult us, but before anyone could answer, she agreed that it would be fun. Ryan asked us if needed a ride, but Sandy said her mom had given her the Tahoe while her cousins were here, so she would bring us and just meet them at the club. Plans set, the boys took their lunches and left. As soon as they were out of earshot, my sister and cousins started chatting about how much fun it would be, how cute they were, etc. All I could think about was how I would get by playing tennis; I didn't even want to think about swimming. Finally, I blurted out my reservations. "I know this plan sounds like fun to you, but I don't have anything to play tennis in, Pat and I didn't bring our rackets, and my only swimsuit, a pair of baggy board shorts, is with my parents. Maybe I should just stay at the farm with Aunt Alice tomorrow." What I didn't want to admit to them was I was nervous about being around boys as well. I mean what if they found out I was really a guy? And Tim seemed to really like me and talking to him made me feel special in a new sort of way; I wasn't sure what kind of awkward situation that might lead to. Also although I wasn't very big, how would I be sure my male junk would not be seen? There were too many risks for my liking. But Bonnie would not have any of that. "Don't worry Michelle, I have a nice tennis dress you can borrow, and we have our brother's rackets. We can buy a swimsuit for you this afternoon. With the five of us, it will be a lot of fun, especially at Oak Hills. It is an exclusive club, with the best facilities in the area, and the food is to die for. Just relax, and let us take care of everything. Besides, you don't want to hurt Tim's feelings do you? I got the impression he liked you." "She's right Sis, he did have the eyes for you; and why not? You look really cute; he's got to be feeling pretty lucky about now." "But what if they find out about me? I mean, it does sound like fun, but only if I can pass without getting caught. I would die if someone noticed my 'boy stuff' or saw that my 'Beasley's' were fake." "Well we can go back to the shop where I bought the forms. They have swimsuits designed to be worn with forms, so that will be covered. I can make sure that any other 'non-girl' parts are hidden as well. Trust us; you will have a great time. Speaking of that, we have more shopping to do. Let's get going." We cleaned off the table and headed to Nordstrom's. The girls had answered my questions about how I would pull off the date tomorrow, but inside I was still really worried. I was flattered that Tim saw me as attractive. He was cute and very nice, but he was a boy and so am I. I had never been on a date with a girl, but had thought I would eventually; I had not looked at boys in that way. Now that I was projecting my female inner self, it seemed appropriate to like boys, but I wasn't sure I was ready to go where that road lead. I mean I loved to look at girls; but when I thought I might be attracted to a particular one, I found I thought more about her clothes, how her hair looked, or how she wore her makeup than attracted to her as girl. So my mind was in turmoil. I decided I would go along for now; nothing significant would likely happen tomorrow that would force me to decide anyhow. The counter at Nordstrom's was amazing. I had never seen so much makeup and so many cool colors. As we stood there, a lady behind the counter asked us if we needed help. Sandy told her I was looking for the latest colors that would go with my skin tone. She looked me over quickly, asking if coral was a favorite nail color. I told her it was, so she suggested that she would give me some lip colors that would go with it. She had me sit down in a chair, quickly removed my existing light makeup and started showing me products as she remade my face. Each step was enlightening, as I learned more and more about makeup and how to use it properly. She even showed me where I needed to shape my brows a bit to get more of an arch and a cleaner line. She quickly plucked one brow and then gave me the tweezers to do the other. Although I knew this would take more than a week to grow back, I had no hesitation. I wanted to look as pretty and perfectly feminine as possible. She used the right color foundation, a light one that made my skin look flawless, but not cakey. Applying a little pencil to my brows, she made them a bit darker, with a more defined line that really framed my eyes. The blush, eye shadow, and lipstick were all coordinated to my coral palette; she gave me two shades of lipstick and a lip gloss that could be used over both. She suggested I use brown eye-liner and mascara, which suited my blonde coloring better, and had a product that really lengthened the lashes. When she finished, I had amazing looking eyes; the eye shadow really emphasized my blue eyes. I loved the color of my lips and how they glistened with the gloss. The saleslady packaged the makeup with some brushes, eyelash curler, tweezers, and a nice bag to hold them all. The other girls had been trying on different lipsticks and eye shadows, and they all bought something. Looking at my total sale, the lady told me I was qualified for a free perfume and asked if I had a favorite. I told her no, and she suggested I try a fragrance, Shalimar, that was a classic. When she sprayed it on my wrist, I loved it. Not only was it unique compared to perfume my sister, or mom used, but I had never smelled it on any of the girls at school either. I thanked her for all her help, and her smile told me she had enjoyed it as well. I guess showing a young girl some of the secrets of being a woman was rewarding to her, beyond just selling the products. We headed down the mall, stopping at practically every woman's clothing store. At most, we just looked or tried stuff on, but eventually I had bought two tops and a cute sundress, with peach, orange and yellow in the prints, that went well with my coral nails and lips. I also found a cute minis