Summer at the Beach
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The next couple of days were very relaxing. For both of us. Jim and I
were getting into the laziness of the beach. Each morning we would take
a walk on the beach, searching for sea shells. I would wear a swimsuit
with a coverup and Jim would wear some cut off jean shorts and white t-
shirt and flip flops.
After our afternoon doing each other's toenails, Jim had become pensive
and rather quiet. I noticed that he had not taken off the nail polish.
In fact, he seemed to make a point of wearing flip flops and sandals
with completely open toes. On the beach and around the house, his
pedicure was there for all to see. I didn't say a word to him, or him
to me about it.
I noticed when I ran a load of laundry that all three of the panties I
had given him had been worn. So it wasn't a one shot deal in that
regard. I made a point of folding his laundry, with the panties on top,
when I put the stack of clothes in his bedroom.
Soon after delivering the finished laundry and panties to his bedroom,
Jim came into the kitchen and said: "Mom, thanks for doing the laundry.
I desperately needed the underwear."
"Well, you are quite welcome, son. It seems that you really like the
panties."
"Oh, yes, Mother, they are quite nice. And I feel different and special
when I wear them."
"As you should, they are a very special brand from Paris. As a matter
of fact, I sent in an article to the magazine, quoting how my
"daughter" loved the panties. The manufacturer was so delighted with
the glowing review that they asked if they could send a gift package to
my "daughter". I, of course, said sure. It should be coming today by
courier. I am interested in what they think a 16 year old girl would
appreciate in Parisian under garments. I gave them what I estimated to
be your sizing. I bet you would like to see the package when it
arrives. We can open it together. There is no pressure on you to use
this package. But as we have discussed, this summer is for you and I to
explore your feminine feelings."
"Mom, that is certainly something to look forward to. Quite
intriguing."
"Mom, do you still like the polish on my toes? I have enjoyed being
able to look down at them and see the sparkle. Maybe I could change the
color sometime. Just to get the hang of the process?"
"Jim, that is a lovely idea. I really loved how you did my pedicure. So
professional, so loving. But you know, i was thinking that we should go
into the village in the next day or so and I would love to treat you to
a salon mani and pedi. You really should have a professional job done
to give you a great start to the summer. I noticed that your finger
nails could use a good going over."
Jim sat there and thought for a few moments. He gave me a shy smile and
looked at his toes, sparkling in his flip flops.
"Do you think, Mother, that it would be too weird for my finger nails
to match my toenails?"
"Well, honey, that is the proper way to do such a thing. And it is
exploring your feminine side in a very direct way. But there is no
reason you shouldn't have matching toes and fingers. I will make the
appointment and then we will see just how feminine you want to be for
the summer."
"Mom, do you think I will feel strange and out of place in a nail salon
having a mani and a pedi done on me?"
"Son, I am sure it will be a strange and new experience for you.
Obviously, it is your first time in a woman's world. The nail salon is
quite nice and the girls there are very caring of all their customers.
I am sure they have male clients all the time. Some just for a manicure
and pedicure and some who go all they way with colored polish. There
will be no problem of being 'out of place'. You could find out that the
salon may just be your special place for the summer.
But what can it hurt to try new things? Wait till you see the wall with
all the hundreds of colors of polish. I won't be able to tear you away
from the momentous decision!"
We took walk on the beach, each lost in our own thoughts. I noticed
that Jim walked proudly, toes pointed out. Completely unselfconscious,
as a boy walking with painted toenails for all to see.
When we finished our walk, I made the appointment at the nail salon for
the following morning for Jim and I.
Jim listened carefully as I spelled out our need for a mani and a pedi
for mother and son. As we were laying on the chaise lounges, our
painted toes prominent, I was once again struck by how out of place
Jim's swim suit looked, here in the Hamptons. A ratty cutoff jean with
loose threads was not what was expected to be seen among the "rich and
famous" as they frolic on the beach. We would have to look into a
better swimsuit for Jim. Besides Jim would want to have the proper tan
lines for his summer of female discovery. Oh, Yes, proper tan lines
would be very important in achieving a new truer identity for my boy.
I had just finished reading Vogue and was about to point out an article
on matte lipstick to Jim when the door bell rang. Jim jumped up and ran
to answer the bell.
"I bet that's the package you were talking about, Mother, from the
French people!."
Strange, I had never seen Jim jump up so fast and run to the door just
to get a delivery. Damn good thing I told those people I had a 16 year
old daughter. This package may save me a few bucks in the long run.
Jim came back to the pool area, carrying a rather large parcel. I had
been expecting the nice Frogs to send us a few panties and maybe a
camisole or two. From the looks of this package they must have really
like my review.
"Can I open it, Mom? It is addressed to you."
"Go for it! Nothing beats Christmas in June!"
I was rather excited myself. Those panties I had given to Jim retailed
for around $75.00 each at Bloomies.
This box held a hell of a lot more than a few panties. If everything
was Jim's size, he had hit the jackpot, lingerie wise.
It didn't take Jim any time to get thru the wrappings and open the
large box inside. An explosion of pink tissue popped out of the top of
the box. Jim weighed right into the middle of the tissue and emerged
with a dressing gown of the sheerest silk I have ever seen, off white,
with delicate scallops of pink fleur de lis embroidery at the hem and
the neckline and at the cuffs of the wispy sleeves. With the gown came
a flurry of night gowns; baby dolls, floor length, nighties and grannie
styles. One particular gown caught Jim's and my eye: lemon chiffon
layers falling from a cupid shaped strapless bra bodice. I could have
eaten the thing on sight. Jim looked like he was searching for the
mustard.
Jim oh'ed and ah'ed. I oh'ed and ah'ed.
The box had just started to give up it's treasures.
Next, Jim pulled out a smaller box which contained an assortment of
different styles of panties, 12 in all. The most glorious colors
imaginable. Briefs, bikinis, controlled spandex, thongs, any type of
panty a girl could covet. Or a boy.
Another box followed. A stronger, heavier box. It contained shapewear:
Girdles, Corsolettes, All-in-ones, waist cinchers, and the most
gorgeous satin corset I have ever seen. The corset was bridal white,
full body, boned heavily, with a bra built for straps or strapless. It
took my breath away. I coveted it. But this box belonged to my
"daughter". Oh Shit!
There was still more in the caverns of that box. Next came individually
bagged slips, full and half, of the highest quality satins and silks,
in colors to match everyone of the panties. Some had intricate and
delicate embroidery on the bodice and some were plain but extremely
elegant and feminine. With this layer, we almost missed the 6
camisoles, in the sheerest pastels. I was feeling faint.
Under that layer came the last group of goodies, but not the least. I
think Jim's heart stopped for almost a minute as he dug into the bottom
layer of this wondrous box. There were twelve of the most beautiful
bras I have ever seen. Several styles and a whole flower store of
colors. What caused Jim to almost faint were three exquisite longline
bras, one each, in black, white and fuck-me scarlet. They seemed about
ready to jump out of the box and onto the nearest young girl (or boy)
around. And you would never get the things off.
When the box had given up it's last secret, it looked like Jim had been
swamped by a volcanic eruption of pink tissue and sensuous silk and
sexy satin. He was dazed. I had to take control.
"Jim, wasn't it nice of those dear French people to send all these
lovely items to my "daughter"? I am floored by the quantity involved. I
had never expected such an array.
"Now, I am not sure what we will do with all this finery. I have looked
at the sizes and, unfortunately, they will not fit me. Do you have any
suggestions as to what to do with all this lingerie?"
Jim slowly woke from his stupor. He looked around him at the piles of
flimsy yummies, sucked in a big breath, and said:
"Mom, if you can't wear them, l have a spare drawer or two in my room
where we can store them till we find someone the right size who would
appreciate such a bounty."
"Excellent idea, son. Why don't you take everything into your room and
very carefully fold each item and put it into the proper drawer. Be
sure to inspect the quality of the stitching and the material of each
item. That way you will get an education in feminine undergarments
which will help you on your quest to find the fem side of yourself."
Jim left the pool area with his arms loaded and a big smile on his
face. I had to wonder how many of those items would find their way onto
my son before they were stored for future reference. Well, that's what
this summer is for, right?
It was several hours before I saw Jim again. He came down to dinner on
the veranda with a smile on his face and his hair brushed as shiny as I
had ever seen it. He also had tucked his hair behind his ears with the
help of what had to be bobby pins, pinned out of sight. He looked very
nice, in a sexy, roguish fem sort of way. Not exactly fem, but almost
pretty. I did not ask him about the goodies. I would let him talk to me
when he felt like doing so. Or when I saw some of those goodies on his
body.
We talked, over wine for me and a Shirley Temple for him, about going
to the nail salon in the morning. He did not seem at all hesitant, just
a little unsure of how to act and of what would be done to him. I did
make comment on how nice his hair looked tonight. And that I loved that
he had let it grow and seemed to be taking adequate care of it. He
beamed at the compliment and patted the pinned hair behind his ears. I
did mention that since we were going to a nail salon in the morning,
maybe we should think about booking a beauty salon appointment for both
our manes in the very near future. I told him that my hair could use a
good stylist to be nice for the summer and there was no reason his hair
shouldn't be cared for as nicely as mine was.
Jim thought about what I had said. He seemed to be contemplating how a
beauty salon would affect him. I know he knew a little about beauty
salons from his reading of female magazines and from the girls in his
class. But I had never taken my son to a beauty salon with me or for
him. I was not that kind of smothering mother who inadvertently made
her son into a sissy. Or maybe I had?
Then he said:
"Mom, do you think I would look good as a blonde?"
"Honey, let's see how you look with ten painted finger nails first.
Baby steps for a teenage girl in training!"
We poured over magazines the rest of the evening. I had Jim pick out
which lipstick ads he thought were the most effective and had him tell
me why he thought so. He had some very good points and a keen desire to
learn about the subject. Maybe I would help him in that regard. After
all he did ask about matching nails and lips. Well, tomorrow we would
take care of the nail part of that equation.
After Jim went into his bedroom, I waited awhile and then peeked
through his door. He was lying there, asleep, with a big smile on his
face. I noticed that there were a few silky things not quite stuffed
back into the drawers they belonged in. Hmmmmmmm?
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