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Young Stepmother Part 3
By Mark Dayette
I called my friend Pete the next day and he said it was fine that I could
come over to his house Friday afternoon. During the phone call I wanted
to rip into him and make him admit right that second what he had done by
setting me up with my Stepmother's clothes under my bed, but I decided
the conversation was too important to have over the phone. I also thought
it would be easier for him to deny it over the phone but face to face
he'd tell the truth. I showed up at his place and he was already waiting
for me in his front yard. I parked my car in his driveway and I didn't
want to waste any time in getting to the point. I first asked him if his
parents were home, he said, "Dad had a rough week at the Hardware store,
he's gone out to the bar, he won't be back until much later. Mom is
upstairs taking a nap, so we can talk in the garage." Pete looked like he
was in a bad mood, but I wasn't going to allow that to prevent me from
getting him to rebuild my reputation with my Stepmother.
With a hostile tone of voice I started in on him, I said, "Hey Pete, ha
ha, very funny, that joke you played putting my Stepmother's slip and
stockings under my bed. Well, your joke worked, she found them and put me
on the spot and pressured me into admitting I'm a crossdresser. You may
have had your little laugh, but now you are going to admit to my
Stepmother what you did."
Pete had a confused and aggressive look on his face, he said, "What in
the hell are you talking about? I didn't do anything like that." I was
surprised he wasn't admitting to it, I mean from the standpoint of our
friendship it wasn't like I wouldn't forgive him, I just expected him to
admit it and then come over to my house and face my Stepmother and tell
her about his joke on me and then I wouldn't have to live with the
embarrassment of her thinking I was a crossdresser anymore.
I tried another strategy thinking that he needed to be reminded of the
context of when it took place. I said, "It was about a week ago at the
party at my house, remember when I was late arriving and you had to wait
there with my Stepmother, she said you went into the basement, but I know
you first went upstairs and were in her bedroom, you obviously messed
around in her lingerie, and you set up this joke."
Pete said, "I remember the party and waiting for you, I went upstairs for
only a moment to borrow your new Call of Duty 15: Attack On ISIS video
game. However, I didn't get into your Stepmother's clothes. What is this
shit about crossdressing? Were you wearing her clothes? Don't blame this
shit on me."
I wasn't going to let him off the hook so I said, "You don't have to lie,
if you just come over to my house and admit to my Stepmother what you did
I'm willing to forgive you."
The reaction on Pete's face wasn't what I had wanted to see, it was like
he had emotionally snapped, he said, "I'm not admitting to anything I
didn't fucking do, you probably were prancing around in your Stepmother's
clothes like a God damn fairy and you want me to rush in and save you?
Fuck that!" I tried desperately to calm him down and get him to see my
side of things, I said, "Pete, you should help me fix my problem, I'm
your best friend."
At my mention of the word "problem" he became truly enraged, he shouted,
"Problem? You don't have any problems you rich spoiled brat, do you want
to know what real problems are? I work at my Dad's small Hardware store
earning minimum wage, he won't even give his own son a raise although
I've been working there since I turned 16, I'm 25 now. And when I'm not
stocking hammers I'm looking to get hammered to forget about the very
real problems I've got. I don't have a big fat inheritance fund waiting
for me in my future. The 'progress toward success' rules they gave you
requires a bit of effort, but a good life is pretty much all set for you.
The night I was over at your house your Stepmother told me that in her
secretarial work for that company downtown she's been creating social
connections with Philadelphia's business elite, and she's trying to get
you married into an even wealthier family, you'll be living like a
celebrity while I'm helping customers pick out the right screwdriver. So
fuck you!"
Pete's rage directed at me was so over the top that I couldn't handle it,
I ran back toward my car, got in, and drove away from his house. As I was
driving it dawned on me that perhaps my friendship with Pete had come to
an end. From the intensity of his anger it seemed like he was ending our
friendship. We had been friends since we were 10 years old and I had
never imagined that he carried inside of him such seething jealousy over
my life, it was mixed up, he made it sound like I lived in a paradise.
Was he thinking clearly at all? Both of my parents were dead. Both of his
parents were still alive. It was true that his mother couldn't work
anymore because of parkinson's disease and his Dad was mean to him but at
least he had parents. Was his jealously based solely on money? The
inheritance?
Going back to my house I felt more deflated than a New England Patriots
football. I wondered if I had just lost my best friend forever. I was
also returning home with a sense of defeat, of still being identified by
my Stepmother as a crossdresser, there wouldn't be any Pete confession
and a restoring of my manhood. I entered the house and wanted to go
directly to my room and be alone, it was emotionally difficult dealing
with the loss of my best friend. For the record, I still believed that
Pete DID IT! That he put my Stepmother's lingerie under my bed, I didn't
know why he wouldn't admit it but he was guilty, guilty, guilty.
When I got upstairs I could hear my Stepmother watching television in her
bedroom. I went into my room and sat down on the bed and as I was about
to reach up to close the door I saw my Stepmother's face in my doorway
and she sat down next to me on the bed. She asked, "Nathan, you look
upset, what happened?" I explained to her that me and Pete had gotten
into a big argument and she said, "Oh that's sad, I know you and him are
so close." Then she said, "Wait here for a second, I've got something
that will cheer you up."
She returned to my room and she was holding a box in her hand, it was
gift wrapped, and she told me to open it. She had a big smile on her face
and looked excited. I opened the box and it was clothing, it was a little
black mini-skirt. She asked, "Don't you love it? Every crossdresser needs
a hot mini-skirt, but of course you will have to start shaving your legs
to make it sexy." I was in horror, I struggled to find the right
response, I wanted to tell this woman to stop already, to stop giving me
women's clothing, but after what had happened with Pete I hesitated to
have a fight with her too. The truth is that I was distraught enough that
I didn't want to make her mad. She was the last source of family security
or stability that I had. And although I had begun dating girls again
recently I hadn't clicked with any of them in a significant way, I felt
closer to my Stepmother Molly. She was the most important woman in my
life. Still I couldn't believe what I was saying next as the words came
out of me, "You are so sweet, thank you, I can't wait to wear it." She
said, "I knew you would love it. You can wear it around the house, just
have fun."
She walked over to my closet and placed the black mini-skirt on a hanger
next to my male clothes. Her smile gleamed and she said, "You look like
you've had a hard day, you need a nap, let me tuck you in." I obeyed her
suggestion and she tucked me in. When she left my bedroom and closed the
door behind her I was laying in the bed thinking about the bizarre
interaction that had just taken place. My Stepmother had bought me a
mini-skirt and I lied to her and pretended I was happy about it to not
hurt her feelings and then she tucked me in like I was her little boy but
in reality she was my age and she wasn't my real mother. The idea
appeared in my head that there must be something fragile about me to
permit these things to happen. I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the idea appeared in my head that maybe I had dreamed the
entire day, that none of those awful things had actually happened: the
fight with Pete and my Stepmother buying me a mini-skirt, but then I
walked over the closet and turned on the closet light and saw that skirt
which appeared to be hovering in the air and mocking me. I looked at it
and noticed how small the skirt was and the thought of me wearing it was
too frightful to contemplate. But then this voice in my head told me I
didn't have any choice.
I started to wonder about those statements Pete made during our argument
of me having such an easy road to wealth and happiness. Was he right? Was
my Stepmother going to help me marry into a super rich family? And then I
realized it would be humiliating at first to wear the mini-skirt around
the house but I figured she'd get bored with it, and when cold weather
arrived in the fall she would understand why I was back in my male
clothing. This whole crossdressing thing would blow over if I used the
right strategy.
The next morning I shaved my legs and if it wasn't for my optimistic view
that I had a handle on the situation I would have looked at what I was
doing and thought I had gone insane. After shaving my legs and putting on
the mini-skirt, I walked downstairs with the knowledge that I was facing
my Stepmother for the first time in women's clothes. I thought I would
die when I saw my Stepmother's reaction, the look in her eyes almost
suggested that she was proud of me, but her facial expression had a hint
of something else, it was like she was trying not to laugh. It got worse
for me when she brought out her cell phone and wanted to take photos.
Her next comments send a chill of terror right through me. She said, "I
have time to put some red lipstick on you for the pics, but to get the
perfect pretty crossdresser look would take too long, maybe at another
time. For the full effect you would need complete makeup including eye
shadow, polishing your fingernails, and buying you some high heels.
However, I spoke to my mother on the phone this morning while you were
sleeping and I told her you are a crossdresser and she was positively
delighted, she told me to send her pics of you dressed up as soon as
possible."
Stepmother Molly said, "Let me bring you over to this mirror and get the
lipstick on you." After she applied the red lipstick, she told me to pose
for the pics on the sofa, at this point I just wanted to get it over
with, I tried to remember how supermodels posed for photos in the pics I
had often looked at on the internet. I arched my back and made that
classic kissy face, I think the people of my generation call it
'duckface' but whatever, it was the only model face pose I could think
of. I thought of how shameful it was that instead of fucking the gorgeous
model Candice Swanepoel I was posing for pics in a mini-skirt mimicking
her model pose.
My Stepmother was clicking pic after pic, I could tell she was having
more fun during this than I was. She started to laugh a little and she
muttered, "If Pete could see you now." Her mention of Pete raised the
humiliation level to the highest degree. I knew it was his fault that I
was posing for pics like a mini-skirted model. And then when I thought
the degradation couldn't get any more extreme my Stepmother laughed and
said, "This is such a naughty idea and I'm sorry, but can you stick your
thumb in your mouth? Mother will die laughing!" What was the point in
stopping now, I did what she said and shoved my left thumb into my red
lipsticked mouth. She snapped another 10 pics and then she said that was
the end of the photo session and I could relax and continue on with my
day.
I think she sent the pics to her mother later that morning. I had met her
mother at the wedding between Molly and Dad, but I didn't remember a lot
about her, I was told she lives in Bar Harbor, Maine. I didn't like the
idea of Molly's mother seeing pictures of me posing in women's clothes
and with lipstick on but I thought that at least she lived far away. I
couldn't imagine her spreading them around on the internet and outing me
for it as she didn't hate me or even know me that well.
Fall semester was starting and rather than sticking around the homeplace
posing for pics like a supermodel I was looking forward to getting back
to the community college, I had raised my GPA and I was hoping to
transfer to a four year school in the upcoming January. I woke up on the
first morning for fall semester and I tried to be optimistic and excited
but I could feel the loss of Pete's friendship and the parallel emotional
whirlwind of the crossdressing which was unfortunately embedding itself
into my life. I was taking four classes that semester and I was becoming
a solid B student. I was still confused by what my life had become and
the first day back to classes felt strange.
After my daily classes I headed home and as I went upstairs I saw my
Stepmother standing there in my bedroom and she wanted to talk to me
again, she said, "At work today after lunch I had some spare time to use
the internet so I messaged my old university Psychology professor Dr.
Lindsay Korman on Friendbook, and I told her about my Stepson's
crossdressing and I let her know you that you attend college. She told me
that it was essential to a crossdresser's sense of emotional well being
that they wear women's clothing in public under their male clothes. She
said it relaxes them and brings a sense of harmony to the crossdresser's
public vs. private identity." I was unsure where this was leading but I
didn't think I would like it. So I asked, "And?"
My Stepmother said, "I was one of Dr. Korman's favorite Psychology
students so I knew exactly what she meant. Therefore, I got off from work
early and bought you an entire collection of lingerie: panties,
pettipants, slips, half-slips, camisoles, teddies, babydolls, and
nightgowns. I also bought you many pairs of pantyhose and of course
garter belts and stockings when you really want your legs to feel sexy. I
want you to be able to wear these things both at home and under your male
clothes at school. To make sure you totally achieve the crossdressing
harmony that Dr. Korman spoke about I took the bold but right decision of
throwing your male underwear in the garbage. It was just harming your
wellness anyway. I've already done you the favor of placing all of your
new lingerie in your dresser drawers."
After hearing this, I felt like I was going to faint, my legs were
shaking, I was in a state of disbelief. I knew now that I had completely
lost control over this crossdressing shit, I was falling into a
nightmare. She had thrown away my male underwear???? And this Dr. Lindsay
Korman bitch, why couldn't she just fuck off? Fucking A, and this cunt
taught Psychology at a university? Who did she think she was? Was she a
crossdressing expert? I wondered about the content of her courses, was
the bitch trying to create a special course on crossdressing? Apparently
that cunt could write a 1,000 page book on the subject. I had learned one
thing, whenever my Stepmother referenced the ideas of or conversed with
this Dr. Korman it made my life WORSE.
My emotions were in such a frenzy that I immediately had to lay down on
my bed. My Stepmother saw me laying there and patted me on the head and
she said, "I know sweetie, you must feel overwhelmed with joy that you
can finally live and dress as your true self. Who wouldn't swoon when
presented with such pleasure?"
To Be Continued....
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