Summer at the Beach
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Hello, dear readers.
My name is Marcia. Marcia Darling. I can't help it, that is our family
name and we are stuck with it.
Just to give you a little information about myself: I am 42 years old
and still, if I say so myself, rather good looking. About 5'8" with a
well proportioned body, 36D and 28 inches at the waist, 34 at the hips.
My longish hair is almost platinum blonde (only my hairdresser knows
for sure). I know my way around a lipstick and an eyelash curler, with
no problem. As a matter a fact, I am the senior editor for beauty
products and feminine hygiene for a major woman's fashion magazine. I
think of myself as one really put together broad.
The story I want to tell you is about me and my son, Jim. I want to
tell you this story so other mothers who encounter the same set of
circumstances will at least have one somewhat proven way of handling
the situation.
My son, Jim, is just past 16 years old. His father is an almost
forgotten memory and never a factor in Jim's life. Just Jim and me for
the past 16 years. Maybe that circumstance contributed to Jim's
problems. But that is just the way it is. Maybe my job. Maybe just me.
Don't know. But here is how I finally came to help Jim find out who he
actually is.
Job was going superbly. There was a lot that I could do from my home
and I figured I needed a break from the office, so I arranged to take
three months away from the office and rented a home on the Long Island
shore for the summer with the idea of working from home 90 percent of
the time. Nothing relaxes me more than critiquing maxi pads while
sipping a margarita, lounging in a minimal bikini at the beach.
The day before Jim and I were to leave for the beach house, I found Jim
in his bedroom, sobbing.
"Jim, dear, what is the matter? Are you sick?"
"Mom, you got that right. I am sick of being what I am!"
"Whatever do you mean, dear? Your not telling me that you are gay, are
you?"
"No! I am not gay! At least I don't think I am. It is just that I am
what I am and no ones like that person.
I have no friends, I don't fit in with any group. They all call me a
wuss and a fairy. Maybe they are right."
Jim had never been much for sports and wild guy times or even for time
for the lovely girls in his class. Not having a father to introduce him
to the "manly" arts was a factor and having a mother who spends all her
time trying out new makeup and douches does not lead to being a
linebacker. I should have seen this coming. Jim was rather effeminate
and I had never thought to try to reverse that trait. Maybe I saw some
of myself in Jim and was rather proud that I was coming out in him and
not his asshole father.
The truth of the matter was that I had always wished the Jim had been
born a girl. I knew nothing about creating a manly son. I knew
everything about being a girl. Jim is 16 years old. Is it too late to
take him to boxing matches? To buy him a muscle car? Give him tips on
how to get to third base?
Maybe it is and maybe it isn't. Or maybe it is time to head in another
direction entirely. An idea was forming in my mind.
"Jim, my sweet, I didn't know you were having such a hard time. Do you
have any male friends?"
"No! I guess spending my time in the sewing and fashion classroom,
designing dresses is not conducive to knocking a few back with the
guys. But that is what I enjoy doing. I hate sports and drag racing and
discussing who got to first base with who. So they think I am queer and
a wannabe girl. I just can't take it anymore! I want to be who I am,
but gee, Mom, I want to fit in somewhere."
"Do you have any girl friends?"
"A few, but even they look at me as something strange. It is hard to
fit a guy into a girly conversation about periods and tampons!"
"OK, Jim, I think I understand where you are coming from. I am sorry
that I haven't been able to be the father you should have had all these
years. But I will try to do what I can to help you find the real you
and get you into the place you really fit.
"Tomorrow we are leaving here for three months. Why don't you let me
help you in those three months come to grips with who you are. Maybe it
is time that a boy like you who has so many female tendencies and
interests should be allowed to explore more fully that side of his
being. We will be basically alone together for the next three months.
We could be a mother and son, checking out the female world for the
first time together. I promise you there will be no linebackers sitting
there as we discuss your latest dress designs."
"Gee, Mom, you are right, I could use some time away from this place
and those kids. Not sure what you mean by "exploring the female world"
but you and I together has to be better than having a post-it note
stuck on your back that says "Sissy". Let's have a good time together
this summer. I promise not to cry anymore."
"Well, I don't mind you crying, son. Maybe over the summer, getting to
understand more of your female side will cause you to cry even more. I
have a time once a month where a good cry comes in handy. So don't
swear off crying for good. You might need it!"
I left Jim to do what he had to do around the house. I now had a few
errands that needed to be accomplished before we left for the beach
tomorrow. I hadn't formed my plan in my mind totally yet but I had a
good idea that with my skills in the beauty and fashion world and Jim's
tendencies we were going to have a stimulating summer. Not much chance
of being bored at the beach.
When I arrived back from my errands, Jim greeted me warmly with a big
kiss for his mother. There was no sign of his previous tears. I hoped
that my words and renewed interest had given Jim the boost he needed.
Now we would have to see if my still formulating plans for this summer
would be what the doctor ordered for Jim. I did my packing, putting the
proceeds of my latest shopping into my bag and keeping one small
package out for use in the morning.
We had a nice dinner of salads and quiche and then back to back
episodes of Project Runway. Jim reminded me a lot of Tim Gunn. Project
Runway was having a Bridal Extravaganza and Jim was totally enthralled.
He seemed to be especially interested in the segment on Bridal
Lingerie. Not your typical 16 year old boy but that was my son. I am
sure he had lovely dreams. I was beginning to have dreams for him also.
The next morning while Jim was in the shower, lathering with Camay, as
he loved to do, I dropped the package that I had keep out from
yesterday, on his dressing table. Yes, he did have a dressing table, so
what!
When I heard him turn off the shower and come into his bedroom (I knew
he wrapped himself in the fluffy towels, across his chest, girly
style), I called in to him.
"Jim, a new manufacturer gave me some samples to try on. He gave me
very many so I thought that I would like to have another opinion of the
garment, so I can do a report for the magazine. Could you help me out
and wear what is in the package on the dressing table and let me know
your comments on the fit and comfort and quality of the item. It would
be a great help to your mother. Thanks!"
"Sure, Mom!"
I could hear Jim puttering around in his towel wrap. Then I heard the
package being opened and then a, "Huh?"
"Mom! Are you sure you want ME to try on these things?"
"Yes, dear, thank you! It will be a great help to me. Get a different
perspective on things. You'll help me, won't you? Just put the rest of
the package in your suitcase. I may need some more feedback from the
beach."
"Well, OK Mom, if you are sure, since you asked."
The package contained three high cut panty briefs in pink, lavender and
black, with little embroidered red rosebuds encircling the waist and at
the leg hems. There was a substantial amount of spandex in the fiber
content so the fit would be quite stunning and controlling. A french
brand known for their sexy ads. I was dying to know which color he
chose to put on first. I wondered if he would tell me. I would surely
ask him about the fit.
Breakfast was ready and Jim came down with a sheepish expression on his
face and sat immediately down at the table.
"Good Morning, Honey! Ready to start a new adventure this summer with
your Mom? This will be a summer filled with new experiences for me and
for you. Won't that be fun?"
"Yes, Mother, I am looking forward to this summer. I need new
experiences."
"Well, dear, have you had any new experiences already this morning?"
"Yes, Mom, I think you know that I have."
"Wonderful! Was it a good experience?"
Jim was very thoughtful for a few seconds and shifted in his seat.
"I think it is a good experience. Something I have never done before
but somehow it feels right to me.
I guess I will have to get more used to it before I can tell you the
information you need for your article. I put the other two panties in
my suitcase for later wear and I bet you are dying to know what color I
have on aren't you?"
"If you want to tell me, I would be very curious."
"I am wearing the very sexy lavender woman's panties you gave me to
try. I thought the red rosebuds were very cute. They molded to my
derriere like a glove. Very controlling which is helpful with what I
have down there. They seemed to be something that could have been on
the Bridal Lingerie show last night.
"So, what do you think of your son now, Mother?"
"I am terribly proud of you, Jim!"
"Thanks, Mom! You sure picked a fast start to "exploring the female
world". I am looking forward to our "explorations", has to be better
than having a pack of football thugs calling me "faggot"."
"If you have all your stuff ready, let's head out to the beach house.
This is going to be a fun summer. In more ways than one."
It was interesting driving while sitting next to my son, who just
happened to be wearing very sexy panties for the first time. I could
see Jim wriggling more than usual in the passenger seat, obviously
trying to become accustomed to having a tighter fitting garment
controlling his privates. Maybe that control and more control like it
will be a factor in him finding out who he really is.
We arrived at the house I had rented and it was lovelier than I had
remembered. A small but private pool behind a coastal gray wood
shingled beach ranch with white trim and a private sandy walkway to a
smooth white sand beach. There were sailboats, in pastel color sails,
dotting the horizon and small wispy white clouds forming animal shapes
in the sky. A perfect setting for a mother and son to bond, REALLY
bond.
After tossing our minimal luggage onto our beds, we both put on our
swimsuits and rushed to the pool. My suit was a skimpy gold lame bikini
and his was a raggedy cut off jean short. Not cool at all.
I grabbed my manicure kit, planning on some relaxing time giving myself
a fresh pedicure to celebrate the coming sand between my toes.
Jim jumped into the pool and splashed around awhile, sometimes trying
to get me wet in a devious way. When that ceased to be fun, he plopped
down into the chaise next to me and gave himself to the rays of the
increasingly hot sun.
I was in the process of bending over as far as I could to file my
toenails when Jim came out of his sun induced doze and looked over at
me.
"Would you like me to do that for you? You look like you might throw
your back out in that position."
I didn't tell him that women for centuries had learned how to be
comfortable in the position of painting their toenails but instead
said:
"Sure, Honey, if you would like to. That would be a big help. I can
just lay back and relax and let you have the pleasure of tending to my
weary old feet. Go for it!"
I laid back and closed my eyes but peeked thru my lashes to watch my
son puzzle over the implements I had arrayed at the edge of the chaise.
Soon he figured it out and started to gently file my toenails into a
very nice oval shape. I could feel him blowing the file dust off my
toes.
"Don't stop there, Jim. I love what you are doing. Finish the job.
there is a selection of nail polishes in that little leather travel bag
by my feet. You pick the color. There is a bottle of clear base coat in
there that you might want to start with."
Jim looked at me and I keep my eyes almost closed. I could see the
indecision and wonderment fly across his face. Then it was replaced by
a determination and a shy smile as he reached for the bag and eagerly
perused the selection of shades. I could almost see his female side
calculating which shade best suited my new status as a beach bum. He
sat on the edge of the chaise and took my foot into his lap. He had
found the clear base coat and used the clear to hone his skills at
polish application. Did a damn good job. A few puffs of his breath on
my toes to hasten the drying and then a bottle of deep scarlet appeared
in his hand to be shaken very professionally. I kept my eyes closed and
allowed myself to enjoy the feelings of the pungent lacquer being
applied to my toes by my SON. I could feel Jim leaning back to admire
his handiwork. I caught his smile of accomplishment just as he said:
"Take a look, Mom."
It was a wonderful job. Better than I could do, not as good as a
professional salon, but more than adequate to face the first day at the
beach. And I loved the color, just the thing to contrast with the white
sand that would come between my toes. I was amazed at the skill
displayed by my son and by the look on his face he was too.
I wiggled my toes to let the warm air do a fast job of drying. They
were lovely. Just what I needed to start off am exciting and relaxing
summer at the beach. Jim sat back down in his chaise, looking rather
proud of himself.
After about ten minutes, allowing the polish to dry, and allowing Jim
and I to get our breath back into normal mode, I rolled over on my side
to face Jim's chaise.
"Well, someone's female side sure just got a nice bit of "exploration"!
That was wonderful! But now it is payback time. My turn to do you. Sit
back, close your eyes and relax. I think you will like this."
Jim tensed. I wasn't sure what he would do. He sat there stiffly for
almost a minute. Then slowly he sat up and pushed back into the chaise
allowing his feet to come to rest on the front edge of the chaise. He
didn't say a word but closed his eyes and laid his head back into the
comfort of the pillow.
I took my cue. Sat on the chaise and positioned his feet on my lap. He
had not cut his nails for a while, it seemed. It was easy to file them
into an oval shape, quite different from the blunt cut he had always
had in the past. Quickly the clear base coat found it's way into my
hand. With the first swipe of the brush, a small shudder ran through
Jim. I could feel it as I held his foot. Soon all ten toes had the
clear base applied. I picked up the bag with the colored polishes and
rummaged through them, looking for just the right shade for my son's
first female pedicure. The dark scarlet he had used on me did not seem
appropriate for a 16 year old on his first day at the beach. It would
have to be something a little more girlish. Then I found it! OPI That's
Hot Pink #B68. Perfect for the a young man, or young lady, fresh at the
beach. I shook the bottle to get an even flow then opened the bottle
and let the aroma waft near to Jim. Again he tensed but said nothing.
The clear base coat had done it's job and his nails were a perfect
canvas for me to do my work. The bright pink flowed easily onto his
toenails. The second coat was just as easy, with minimal smudging and
redo taking place. I even went on to a third coat to allow the color to
intensify to total opaqueness. The finished product was quite stunning,
if I do say so myself.
All during this procedure, Jim was breathing rapidly with a slight
smile on his face and his eyes closed.
I touched his shoulder and said, "Keep your eyes closed and let it dry,
give it about ten minutes, then open your eyes and look at what I have
done and then tell me how you feel."
Jim layer there motionless. I did the same but with my eyes open. It
was a strange and wonderful feeling to see four feet in front of my
eyes, two mine and two my son's. Mine painted a sophisticated scarlet
and his a provocative pink. I loved it. Not sure what he was going to
feel like. I hope he isn't going to hate me.
After about twelve minutes, Jim opened his eyes and look down across
his chest to the four feet displayed in front of him. He stared for a
long time, first at his toes, then at mine. His breath quickened then
he seemed to be holding his breath for a long time. Then he released
his breath in a long swoosh, turned to me and said:
"You know, Mom, the first thought I had when I opened my eyes and saw
what you had done was that all the books say that your lipstick should
match your nail polish. Do you agree?"
Maddy
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