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I am not sure if Jim is surprising me or not. After his first talks with
me back in the city, I must have thought that we could go through a
"stage" together. All boys, at one time or other, have thoughts about
what it means to one of the opposite sex. It is only natural. Girls do
the same thing about boys. It is usually a "stage" young people go
through as they mature and find themselves to be the person they were
always intended to be.
With Jim's first steps, under my tutelage, the panties and the fashion
shows, I was quite sure that the novelty would soon wear off and Jim
would revert to a slightly effete, but otherwise normal guy. I would have
had no problem with that scenario. Probably would have been much easier
for both Jim and I if that had happened.
But now, here I was, with a son who now had drawers full of lingerie
(lingerie which I coveted). He absolutely wanted to have his toenails
painted and then couldn't make himself to call a halt to a trip to the
Nail Salon for his own Mani and Pedi WITH colored polish, no less. He had
no qualms, as yet disclosed, about being seen wearing nail polish and
slightly feminine attire. He enjoyed the attentions of the nail
technicians and the other customers at the salon.
Now I stood outside the Nail Salon with my 16 year old son. Both of us
sporting gorgeous manis and pedis. And now my son wants to continue down
the mall to ULTA and purchase cosmetics intended for a 16 year old girl.
But he wants the makeup for himself.
I heard my son in the city and because of that I brought my son to the
beach in the hope that he would find himself. That "finding" is turning
out to be more than I had bargained for. But I have to follow through
with all the summer might entail, both for Jim and for me. I have to find
out just what Jim is going to find out about himself. I love him and I
owe that to him.
Jim stood there at my side and I could see him splaying his fingers and
admiring his manicure. The pink polish glistened in the intense sun. His
toes, after having been sculpted and painted, seemed to poke even further
out of his open toed sandals. The thought occurred to me that those toes
would be stunning in open toed high heeled pumps or espadrilles. This was
my SON I was having these thoughts about.
OK, Jim had not called a halt to his journey as yet, so neither would I.
"Jim, darling, your mani and pedi mark you as feminine. Your hair and
body mark you as masculine. We can go to ULTA and shop for some goodies
for you, if that is what you desire. You are allowed to find your own way
in life, I can only guide you as best I can. But realize that as much as
the women in the salon oohed and ached over your bravery, in ULTA you
will be a guy wearing nail polish looking to buy cosmetics for himself.
I will help you and guide you, but you may be the object of humiliation
and scorn if all the people there are not in favor of your desires."
"Mother, dear, I think I understand. But maybe I do not. Whatever. I have
started this trial and the next step would seem to be makeup. At least I
see it that way. I can take a few laughing at me, I have had that happen
many times in these past few years. The Nail Salon was wonderful. I felt
wonderful. While I feel this way, let's keep on going. There are so many
thoughts going through my head. Really wanting my nails and lips to match
is one of them. Really wanting to try on all those garments in that box
is another. Taking you up on that trip to the Beauty Salon also is large
in my thoughts. As long as you are here to guide me and be by my side, no
matter in what direction my sexuality turns, I will feel safe and loved."
We walked, hand in hand, down to ULTA. They were very busy that
afternoon. There were no men in sight other than Jim. He and I were
surrounded by herds of women and girls. Jim didn't care in the least.
Since the stated object of your incursion into this female dominion was a
matching lipstick, I guided Jim past shadows and perm kits and rack upon
racks of nail polishes, to the lipstick section.
A mother and daughter combo were there when we arrived. The girl looked
to be about 15 and obviously this was her first foray into lipstick. She
and her mother were in intense conversation about the reality of a 15
year old girl wearing vivid red lipstick. From the look on the girl's
face, I would say the mother was laying down the law about the virtues of
the demureness of pink lipstick on a 15 year old.
While I was listening to this conversation, Jim had moved to the Revlon
section and was running his finger nails across the colorful swatches of
the lipsticks. I was amazed when he had gone right to the Revlon Super
Lustrous lipsticks. That was my favorite and I had many yummy shades.
Maybe Jim knew that fact very well.
Jim's finger nail stopped short at Super Lustrous #425, Softsilver Red.
The swatch matched Jim's nails perfectly. No wonder there was a big smile
on his face.
Jim pulled the tube from the dispenser. It was sealed of course. But he
was so proud of himself that he had found the exact shade to match his
nail polish. I was delighted that the had picked Revlon Super Lustrous
Lipstick for his first venture into lipstick. I knew that the feel on his
lips would hook him like a fat trout. And I was perfectly aware that
Super Lustrous was not a all day lipstick. He would have to continuously
refresh his lips to keep them looking at their best. Staying power was
not an advantage of Super Lustrous but, then again for a newbie girl,
constantly having to repaint your lips might be more of a thrill than a
negative. It really was a hell of a lot of fun.
I was intent on all that Jim was saying to me about his find when I
noticed the young lady had stopped her dialogue with her mother and was
closely scrutinizing Jim and his magical lipstick. She hesitantly came
over to us and approached Jim.
"Hello, my mother and I were just having a discussion about the proper
shade of lipstick for a teenage girl and had come to the decision that a
dark pink would be appropriate. That shade you have in your hand is just
what Mother was thinking about. And I like it too. Would you mind if I
bought a tube the same shade as you are buying?"
"Why, no, of course not. This one just seemed to match my nail polish so
perfectly. And I am sure it will be lovely on your lips. Go for it!"
"Ah, you are a boy, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. Mother is allowing me to experiment with my feminine feelings
for this summer. She is such a great example of womanhood, I am so
grateful to her. Just in the past few days we have painted each other's
toes and shared a Mother and Son mani and pedi. Now she is helping me
pick out a few items in further my knowledge of girlhood. Does that seem
strange to you?"
"Well, yes, but I can understand you wanting to find your true self. So,
as you say, go for it!"
"Thank you, I will. Do you think a girl's lips always have to match her
nail color?"
"No. not really, though it is very nice when they do. Some times I like
to wear a green or a navy nail polish but I would never wear green or
navy lipstick. But when you are wearing a nice red or pink nail polish,
like you are doing now, then it is appropriate to wear matching
lipstick."
"You are right. I hadn't thought about that situation. There is so much I
haven't thought about yet this summer. Everything is so new to me. My
mother is helping me find my true tendencies. I have to say that so far,
I am enjoying my female side very much."
"Well, I think that is very brave of you. Maybe I could help too. And,
who knows, maybe you could help me. You seem very confident in your nail
polish and lipstick selections. I was trying to talk mother into buying
me a deep scarlet lipstick. But seeing you I know that color would be
totally wrong for a girl our age. You already knew that. Maybe we could
spend some time together this summer. We will be here all summer. My name
is Diane.
"I would really like that, Diane. My name is Jim. Though after this
purchase of lipstick, I may have to consider a more feminine name."
"You know, Jim, just looking at you, the first name that came to my mind
was 'Wendy.' You look like a Wendy!"
The girl's name was Diane. While she and Jim were discussing the virtues
of lipstick vs. gloss, her mother and I were deep in discussion about
Jim. She had noticed his nails and, obviously, his single minded purpose
in finding a certain lipstick. Not the usual behavior for a 16 year old
boy. But after I had explained the situation, Diane's mother completely
agreed with my handling of the situation. Since Jim and Diane seemed to
have struck up a friendship, I did the same with Diane's mother, whose
name was Judy.
So, a lipstick was found and two friendships were formed.
The four of us moved as a single entity from lipsticks to foundations and
to blushes and so on. Judy and I gently guiding the youngsters through
the maze of brands and the myriad of colors displayed to lure the young
and the foolish to part with their mother's money. With the four of us
pretty much grouped together around the store, there wasn't a lot of
notice that a 16 year old boy was buying a lot of makeup. That was good
for Jim. I didn't want him to be humiliated his first time in a woman's
world.
After Diane and Jim had exhausted Judy and I with questions, and
bankrupted two bank accounts, we left the store, each of the four of us
carrying large pink bags. As we parted at the door, Jim and Diane made
plans for Diane to come visit us for a swim and a walk on the beach. Judy
was invited too, of course.
Jim watched Diane walk away with a wistful look in his eyes. I thought I
saw the glimmer of a spark of something in that look. At this point I was
not sure if that look meant boy/girl interest or a semi-lesbian
involvement. Should be interesting.
It had been a big day for both of us. An exciting day. Now with Diane and
her Mother coming for visit the next day there would have to be some
plans made and executed. I am not sure Jim knew what this visit would
entail. When we got back to the beach house, Jim ran to unload all his
booty onto the vanity in his room.
I followed and watched as he arranged his makeup ever so carefully in
front of his lighted makeup mirror. He was very intent in his purpose.
Everything had to be placed just right. I had not realized just how much
stuff we had purchased. A young lady had to be prepared for any
situation. And it looked like Jim was prepared to be presented at court.
"Jim, darling, we have to talk a little about tomorrow. I think it is
wonderful that you and I have met some new friends but just think what
this visit will mean to your feminine endeavors. A lot seems to be
happening rather fast. If you and I are to be proper hostesses to our new
friends tomorrow, we have to get some things in order.
"You can not host a young lady for swimming without a proper swim suit.
Given the state of your nails and your desire for matching lips, a boy's
suit is out of the question. And if we are having dinner after our swim,
we must be dressed properly for dinner near the beach. I think that may
involve lovely sun dresses for both of us. Now, I know you have the
proper foundation garments, thanks to the nice Frenchies. As do I. So
first thing tomorrow we will have to do a little shopping. I had hoped to
book us for the Beauty Salon tomorrow but that can wait. I can help you
with your preparations and make you presentable as a young lady for this
swim and dinner.
"Now, Jim, I know you have been dying to do so. So why don't you see if
your new lipstick does, indeed, match your nail polish. If you want me to
leave while you apply your lipstick, I will. But I would love to watch my
son paint his lips for the first time. At least I think it is the first
time."
"Oh, Mother, please, please stay with me. Yes, it is the first time and I
am nervous about doing it. I know it has to be done. If I am wearing nail
polish than I have to be more feminine. If not, I am just a sissy boy. I
am not a sissy. I want to learn and experience the girlhood you had. I
want you to be my teacher. This is all new to me and so far I like it.
But there may come a time when I will say STOP, I AM A BOY! But right now
i want to learn and experience all I can, with your help.
Jim sat down at the vanity and turned on the makeup lights. He made sure
his hair was tucked back out of the way. (Very soon we would have to have
that visit to the Beauty Salon) He looked so cute, sitting up straight in
front of the mirror, with the high voltage lights exposing very pore on
his face. He turned the makeup mirror to the side with the highest
magnification and looked intently at his lips. Jim reached for the tube
of Softsilver Red and broke the seal on the tube. Very carefully, he
opened the tube and twisted the shaft so that the lipstick rose to it's
highest position.
"Jim, dear, a lady usually brings the lipstick just about halfway out of
the tube. That way you have more control and are not liable to break the
lipstick off."
"Thank you, Mother. Already I am learning new things. New to me, that
is."
Jim twisted the tube and the shaft descended to the proper application
height. I noticed that Jim's hands were tumbling slightly. He took a deep
breath, situated the tube in his hand in exactly the same position I have
always used. He must have studied me very intensely. I was so flattered
that my son knew how I applied my lipstick and he wanted to emulate me.
Or maybe I should say "Femulate" me.
Jim leaned into the mirror and brought the tube up to his lips.
I watched as my son deftly applied the Softsilver Red to his lips for the
first time. His first time putting on HIS lipstick. A tear came to my
eye. My little girl was growing up. This was not a play lipstick at a
play vanity. This was my son putting on his adult lipstick, using my
female mannerisms and womanly methods to do a very nice job of it.
Jim surveyed what he had done and found it good. He then applied a second
coat after blotting with a tissue as I always did. He turned from the
mirror to face me. His lips were lovely. They were an exact match for his
nail polish. He smiled and the pink lipstick framed white teeth in a
smile so very wide. The effect was stunning. He raised his hands to his
face so that he could see in the mirror how the nails and the lips spoke
as one. He would make a very lovely young lady. I would do all I could to
help him achieve whatever goal he had for this summer. He was my son and
I loved him and respected him. And admired him for what he was doing.
"Jim, dearest, another step to checked off. I am proud of you. Now let's
have a light dinner, you have to watch what you eat so you keep your
girlish figure. Then we can spend some quality time checking out all the
goodies in your box. And maybe a little more time in front of the make up
mirror. You have a lot to learn and you do want to present yourself as
best as possible to Diane and Judy tomorrow. This will require to you
coming to grips with the bane of all girls: Finding the right swimsuit!
And you will have to try on a lot of dresses to find exactly the right
sun dress that flatters your body. So we will have a busy morning and
then a glorious afternoon at the beach with our friends."
"Mom, let's eat!"
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