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Can I have a quick word with you Mum?
Or how I came out to my mother.
By Maria Ski.
As I look back over my life I have begun to realise that I have reached a
lot of milestones. Some were passing exams, others achieving a personal
goal in a hobby related activity. But I think the major milestone in my
life was when I took the major step and chose to come out to my mother
and tell her about my secret desire. So if I may I'd like to take you
back on a little journey.
It was the year I turned 18. I was at college and living at home.
Even from my bedroom on the top floor of our Victorian town house I could
hear the front door close. It was an ancient door and had to close with a
hard pull. It sounded as if you were slamming the door, but it was the
only way you could get the door to shut. That meant my step-father had
left on his trip. And with my sisters away I was alone in the house with
my mother.
I put down the book I was reading. And went to the top of the stairs and
paused by the handrail.
"Mum," I called out, "are you still here?"
"I'm in the living room," she called back. "What do you want?" she
answered as I made my way downstairs.
I entered the living room and Mum put her magazine down and smiled as I
entered the room. I took a breath and smiled back.
"Can I have a quick word with you Mum? I've got something I need to tell
you."
She looked at me. "By all means Mike. What's up? You look like you're
carrying all the problems of the world on your shoulders. So what do you
have to tell me?"
I sat down and leaned forward slightly. "It's... It's..." I chewed my lip. "I
want to be a girl Mum." The words slipped from my mouth. "I would like to
be a girl. I don't know why. But I want to be a girl."
Mum's eyes went wide with surprise. "Well that explains why some of my
clothes. And some of your sisters appeared to have moved by themselves."
Mum smiled. "So I suspect you've been experimenting whilst we've been
out." She looked at me. "And I can see from your expression that you
have." She paused. "Are you thinking about having a sex-change? Or do you
just want to dress as a girl occasionally?" she asked in quick
succession.
"I'm not sure Mum," I answered honestly. "Occasionally at first I think,"
I continued. "And then see how it goes from there." I fought back some
tears. "I just want to be true to myself."
Mum smiled. "Why didn't you come to me earlier with this?" she asked.
"Don't tell me." She paused. "I think I understand why." She smiled. "I'm
going to test you. Wait here. I'll call you when I'm ready."
Mum left the living room and I was left to stew in my own thoughts. I
wondered what my mother was planning.
"Mike," Mum called from upstairs. "Come up to your room. I've got
something for you."
Nerves began to take over. Butterflies in my stomach started to rumble.
But I fought them both back and made my way to my bedroom. I entered my
room to find my mother waiting with a smile. On my bed she had laid out
some of my sister's clothes and some underwear. In her hands she held a
pair of shoes which I knew from experience would fit me.
"I want you to get dressed. And when you're ready come downstairs," Mum
informed me. "We'll have a chat." She smiled. "And next time I'll get you
made up and see what you look like with a wig."
With that she turned and left my room. I paused looking at what she had
left me. I took a very deep breath and started to strip. I folded my male
clothes up and placed them on the chair by my desk. And I started to get
dressed.
I tucked my boy bits away as I gently stepped into the panty brief my
mother had provided. The bra followed and I struggled with the strap, but
I finally fitted it so it was comfortable. I gently stuffed the cups of
the bra to give me a modest bosom. The tights and a half slip followed. I
stepped into the ankle length green peasant style skirt and slipped the
gypsy style top over my head.
Taking a look in my rooms mirror I saw a teenage girl with a crew cut
look back. Finally slipping on the shoes I took another look. And with a
gentle swirl of my skirt I left my room and went downstairs to see my
mother.
The heels clicked reassuringly against the wooden floor as I entered the
kitchen were I saw Mum filling the kettle. She smiled when she saw me and
told me to sit down. I sat at the kitchen table absently sweeping the
skirt under me and keeping my knees together.
Mum chuckled as I thought she hadn't noticed. "I see you've been
practicing your feminine mannerisms." She grinned. "If you're going to
dress as a girl. You'll have to remember to act like one."
She made a pot of tea. Poured us both a mug and sat down opposite me. I
took a gentle sip of tea.
"To be honest," Mum said breaking the silence. "I prefer you as a boy
Mike. But tell me honestly." She looked right at me. "Tell me how you
feel? How do the clothes you're wearing feel?"
I put my mug down and looked up at my mother. "I feel right Mum. It's
hard to explain but I feel right," I took another sip of my tea. "And the
clothes feel comfortable. And I'm including the shoes."
Mum giggled. "Having you wear those shoes was a test." She sipped her
tea. "Which you passed." She looked at me with a warm smile. "Now I can't
call you Mike dressed as you are. Do you have a girl's name? Or would you
like me to give you your name?"
I paused. "To be honest Mum." I chewed my lip again. "I don't. I haven't
really thought that far."
"Then I shall call you Mikki," she said with meaning. "It's the name we
called your grandmother. So I don't think she'd mind if you also have
it." She sipped her tea. "Do you like it?"
I smiled. "I think its wonderful Mum." I looked at her. "I do like the
sound of Mikki." My smile broadened. "You can even use it when I'm in boy
mode."
"Why do you think I picked it?" Mum answered. "I know you're called
Mickey by your sister."
I cringed slightly. My sister Judy only called me that to annoy me. But I
knew I would have to hide my smiles now.
"So Mikki," Mum said, "we've a few hours till you're sister gets home.
You can remain dressed as you are but when I tell you to get changed you
do so."
"Ok Mum," I answered. "Do you want me to do any thing?"
Mum smiled. "You could help with some of the cleaning. And help prepare
dinner," she got up. "I'll find you an apron so you don't get your blouse
dirty."
We did all the cleaning. I helped prepare our evening meal. All the while
acting and learning to be the girl I wanted to be.
We were having another cup of tea when Mum informed me. "I'm taking you
shopping tomorrow. I'm going to get my new daughter some clothes of her
own."
We did go shopping. And we bought a small selection of clothes which
would be mine. And I would be able to slip them in the wash with my
sister being none the wiser.
But it was the following Saturday that really stands out.
Once again my mother and I were alone in the house. My sister was away at
a festival with her friends. And my step father had yet to return from
his trip.
"Mikki!" Mum called. "It's time. I'm in my bedroom."
I understood what she meant and I got myself dressed. My boy clothes once
again sat on my desk chair. And I got dressed as Mikki. I wore a light
beige roll neck jumper with a blue pleated knee length skirt along with
some tan coloured tights. A pair of blue two inch heeled court shoes
completed my ensemble. I went downstairs to Mum's bedroom.
Mum was wearing her business skirt and blouse. This really surprised me
as she usually wore jeans and a t-shirt on a Saturday. But for the moment
in hand I brushed it to the back of my mind.
"I see the fillers work better than socks," Mum joked as I came into her
room. "And you're handling those heels well." She smiled. "Now come and
sit down." She patted her dressing stool. "Let me work my magic and make
you pretty."
Mum set to work. All the sensations were new to me. The brushes against
my skin, the slight feeling of the foundation and powder. The gentle
touch of the mascara brush. The slight taste of the lipstick on my lips.
She then placed an auburn shoulder length wig over my shoulders and
brushed it out. She then proceeded to shape my fingernails in to soft
rounded edges. A covering of polish to match my lipstick followed.
"Take a look at the new you Mikki," she said with a smile. "What do you
think?"
I was speechless. I was lost for words. I looked at the young woman in
the mirror and as I smiled she smiled back.
"Wow." The word slipped softly from my lips. "I look like Aunt Julia. A
little younger but I look like Aunt Julia." I looked at Mum. "Thank You
Mum. You've made me look amazing."
"If you're going to be my daughter. You're going to do this properly.
I'll help as much as I can," she smiled. "You're going to be Mikki for
the weekend," she said in a matter of fact way. "You're going meet some
people I know."
I went white under my makeup. "But Mum," I pleaded. "I don't think..."
"Mikki," Mum said with a calm voice. "When you came in you were walking
in those heels like you have always worn them. Looking at you now I can
see only a young lady. Not my son." She paused. "Please indulge me."
I always found it hard to say 'No' to my mother. And I had let the Genie
out of the bottle by telling her I wanted to be a girl.
"Ok Mum," I said with a weak smile. "I'll meet your friends."
Mum smiled. "I'll find you a jacket and a handbag then we'll be off."
When she handed me a handbag, my handbag I found it contained everything
a woman carries in there. Some makeup to make any running repairs, a
purse, my house keys, tissues and some other women's products.
Soon I was walking beside my mother as we headed towards her friend
Jennifer's house. I realised I was meeting her book group. And I took a
deep breath as each of the members knew me as Mike. I was about to meet
them as Mikki.
Jennifer was all smiles as I was introduced to her. She led us to the
drawing room where I was introduced to the rest of the book group.
"Mikki," Jennifer said. "Have you read 'From Man to Woman'?" she asked.
"It's the book we've all been reading."
"The book by Maria Wisniewska?" I asked in reply. "Yes I have," I
answered truthfully. "It's very interesting. Honest and from what I
understand truthful book of one person's difficult journey."
I had read it. Mum had a habit of leaving her books lying around. So I
started to read it as well. Always putting it back where I found it.
Mum smiled as she realised that I was telling the truth. I smiled back
wondering if she was testing me. She gave me a slight wink and nodded.
"If I can be honest," I said.
"Of course Mikki," Jennifer replied. "We like our members to be honest.
No one will judge you."
"Thank you." I looked around. "Because I hope to take a similar journey
to the one Maria has taken." I paused. "I might not have guessed..."
"Hold that thought Mikki." Jennifer smiled broadly. "I suspected
something was a miss." She got me to stand up. "It appears Chrystine has
pulled the wool over our eyes." She grinned. "Because this beautiful girl
is actually Mike her son." She got me to give them a twirl. "And I think
she looks fantastic."
Mrs. Wood asked, "So you're going to become a woman Mikki?" She smiled.
"I wish you well on your journey."
The other members all smiled in agreement. I had the feeling I'd been set
up and looked at my mother. Who grinned in response to my unasked
question.
Jennifer hugged me. "Welcome to the group kiddo. And welcome to the
sisterhood. You've no need to hide any more," she stood back. "Now you're
not to cry. You'll ruin you're make-up."
I had been accepted as a woman by women. I was a little puzzled. But
another member of the group spoke up.
"We picked 'From Man to Woman' because your mother suspected that you had
been into her and your sister's clothes. And she wanted to understand the
reason why."
Jennifer added, "And we agreed. Because she knew you'd come out to her
one day. And you needed a test to see if you were serious." She paused.
"Honey you've passed."
I was unsure what to say. But Ms. James suggested we go out and not hang
around indoors.
Everyone else agreed.
"Are you ready for an adventure Mikki?" Jennifer asked. "Because you're
about to have a lesson in Girl 101."
I nodded that I was ready. If I was going to take this path I had to show
commitment.
The day was spent shopping. With lunch at a bistro. No one read me as a
boy dressed as a girl. No one challenged me about my true gender. And I
made some wonderful older friends.
And the following morning. When I came down to breakfast. Mum smiled as I
had done my own makeup. I had started my journey.
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