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Though I could tell that Jim was ravenous, he limited himself to a cobb
salad and a Perrier. He was taking my comment about keeping his "girlish
figure" to heart. It was fascinating to watch Jim eat. Now that he was
wearing lipstick he took each forkful very carefully and allowed only his
teeth to take the food off the fork. He did not want to smudge his lips,
if he could help it. All girls eat like that when wearing lipstick. It
makes for daintier bites and a distinctly feminine style of eating. Even
the colored polish on his fingers suggested to him that his pinky ( and I
do mean "pink") should jut out further than was his norm in the past. The
simple task of raising a fork to one's mouth had, for Jim, become a
vehicle for womanly expression and manners.
I noticed Jim closely examining the cocktail glass in which I had served
him his new drink of choice - a Shirley Temple. For the first time
lipstick traces ringed his glass. His lipstick. Another rite of passage
ticked off.
Naturally all that eating and slurping did take it's toll on young Jim's
lips. When we had come to the end of our meal, Jim sat back and took a
compact from his pocket. (I have no idea where that came from, I guess I
had not seen Jim add that to his booty at ULTA) He flipped open the
mirror on the compact and then delved into his other pocket and produced
his good ole Softsilver Red Super Lustrous lipstick. Another rite down
the drain. The young man was refreshing his lips at the table, while
sitting next to his mother. Soooooo very cute!
When the lipstick application rituals had been observed, the lipstick
went back into it's sheaf and the compact closed itself and went pack
into his pocket. (We will have to talk about the uses of purses very
shortly)
"Mom, did you hear Diane at the store? She was so thoughtful. Wasn't
judgmental at all about me, She even suggested that since I was about to
start wearing lipstick and nail polish, maybe the name "Jim" was somewhat
out of place. She said that she had always loved the name "Wendy" and
that I looked like a "Wendy" to her. Do you think it would be OK for the
rest of the summer for me to use the name "Wendy"?"
"You know, honey, ever since I was a young girl and first saw the movie
Peter Pan, I have loved the name Wendy. I always wanted to be Peter's
girl. I wanted to be Wendy. I missed my chance, but there is no reason my
son has to miss his. If you want to be a Wendy, then by all means you are
Wendy to me for the rest of the summer.
"Now, Miss Wendy, we have to think about tomorrow. You have to get a
decent girl's swimsuit for the afternoon swim and a proper sun dress for
the evening soirie. To do that we have to go shopping first thing in the
morning when the boutiques first open up. Trying on a swimsuit and a sun
dress will mean that you will have to wear just the right under garments
to make sure of a proper lady like fit. I am sure there are several items
from your gift box which will do the job. Are you sure you want to
continue on this girly avenue which we seem to be walking down? Because
sundresses and swimsuits mean serious femininity. Your masculine side
will be put even further on the shelf, maybe to be dusted off in a few
months, maybe not. Is that what you want, Wendy?"
"Mother, we came here for three months to, A: allow you to relax, and B:
to allow me to explore my feminine tendencies. I hope you are relaxing. I
sure am exploring! I don't know for sure what September will bring but I
do know that so far the first week of summer has been amazingly
interesting. While it is fun, let's go with it. OK for you?"
Well, yes, when you come right down to it, it was OK for me. Jim/Wendy
was happy for the first time in months. I could tell the difference. It
did not matter to me if he was exploring the mouth of the Amazon or if he
was exploring the lingerie department at Bloomies. If he was happy, I was
happy.
"Wendy, we'll go see what we can find in your wonderful box for you to
wear tomorrow. But first, as they say, a woman's place is in the kitchen!
Put on this apron, I will tie a nice bow for you in the back, and let's
clean up the dinner dishes. If there is one thing I can not stand, it is
snapping my son into a bra when I know there are dirty dishes still
sitting in the sink! So come on, Little Miss Wendy. Do you want to wear
some dish washing gloves to save your new manicure from destruction?"
He did.
"OK, sweetie, last dish put away. Let's go into your bedroom and do a
little shopping in your drawers."
"I think that tomorrow for our shopping trip, you can still be very
casual. Outwardly. Maybe the same white shorts and the same pink polo you
wore to the nail salon. They are not dirty. And since you don't have any
girly clothes as yet, we will have to make do with what we have on hand.
But underneath those shorts and that polo, we can be a little more
creative. Under the shorts you should wear a panty girdle. I know I saw a
couple in that box. You will want to have that control when we are trying
on swimsuits. The swimsuit itself will, more than likely, have it's own
built in bra system. I am thinking of a one piece suit to start.
Something with a lot of structure in the bodice and strong control at the
waist.
"After we find The Swimsuit! then you will need the bra you will be
wearing under your polo. Not just a camy this time. Now you will be
wearing your own bra. This is a must for the sun dress I have in mind. I
think a sleeveless shirt waist with a starched roll collar and a full
pleated skirt would be what we should strive for. Maybe yellow with black
polka dots. We'll see what we can find for my son's first dress.
The sleeveless top, with tailored arm holes, will allow you to wear a
controlling bra with minimum exposure. This will be better than a
spaghetti strap number for your first time out. Less bra problems for a
newbie. And, really, quite a sexy look!
"I will have to think about the shoe situation. But I am sure it can be
solved with something from my closet. At least till we get Wendy to the
shoe store. And for your first time girly shopping, I will work up your
make up. You have so many nice selections from ULTA, there should be no
problem giving you a pretty face.
The same with hair. I know we haven't made it to the beauty salon as yet,
but I can work with what you have.
Maybe when you get your perm....we can talk about that later. For now, I
think I will set your hair tonight and let you sleep in curlers for the
first time. When we let the curls out in the morning, I should be able to
fluff up a nice "do" for my son.
"Now, let's dig into your goodie box!"
Wendy showed me how he had folded and place each garment lovingly into
their proper locations in his drawers. We did have a lot to work with.
"Wendy, darling, strip down, please. Just your panties for now."
He had on a lovely pastel green hip hugger with a cute rose appliqu?
resting directly above his rather small manhood. Maybe this "girly" thing
isn't such a bad idea.
I found a panty girdle, labeled "very controlling" and asked Wendy to
step into it. It was virginal white, why not?. You could tell by the heft
and the look that this was a serious girdle. It had a very high top which
was just what Wendy needed for the swimsuit. His midriff would be under
control and other things, too. Especially the thing down lower. The
spandex control panels latched onto Wendy with a vengeance. A shape was
being formed.
Wendy ran his hands very gently over the tight fabric. He seemed to be
enjoying the tactile sensation of being girdled. Another rite scratched
off the list.
Now we came to the other item we had to get handle on for tomorrows
shopping, swimming and dining. His BRA! I decided that for his first
time, he might as well go all the way. The swimsuit would take care of
itself. Bra wise. But under the tight sheaf of the shirt waist sun dress,
it would be better to have strict control and shape. I was going to put
my son into the most controlling and evocative bra we had to work with:
the white satin longline bra with the molded cups. Even though it was
Wendy's first time to wear a bra, we had to look at the big picture. This
bra would make him or break him. This was the ultimate woman's bra. You
had to be a real woman to wear a bra like this. Or you had to really want
to be a real woman to even try it on.
I saw Wendy swallow a couple times as I drew the garment out of it's
nesting place. He knew what it was. He had given it place of pride in his
drawer scheme. This thing could scare little girls. It seemed that it did
scare Wendy/
"Ah, Mom, do you really think this is the one? Maybe that flimsy little
pink pushup job would be better."
"Wendy, and your name is Wendy, right? Wendy, if you can handle this bra,
the rest of the summer will be anticlimactic. I know that Wendy Darling
was probably born wearing a bra like this one. You have a lot to live up
to, to match your namesake, my dear! And I bet Diane has never seen
anything like this.
"Turn around, Wendy. Face the mirror. I want you to see this bra become
one with you."
He turned his back to me and I reached around and draped the straps over
his arms and drew the garment back to his chest. Quickly I grasped the
sides of the bra and brought them together, one hook and eye after the
other. Twelve in all. Wendy was not getting out of that bra very easily!
With each closure of a hook and eye, Wendy gave a sigh as the tightness
enveloped him. I adjusted the straps so that there was tension from the
cups to his shoulders. The midriff of the bra came almost to meet the
confines of the girdle. There was a oneness in their being. Wendy was
encased in femininity.
"Son, let me get one more item for you. I had these for many years. Now
they are yours."
I had a set of breast forms I had used many years ago when I was self-
conscious about my lack of projecting boobs. These I inserted into the
waiting cups of my son's longline bra. They fit perfectly. The straps
told the tale of a weight which would make any woman proud. I could see
the strain falling on Wendy's shoulders. And I could see the smile
playing on Wendy's pink lips.
"Shall we set your hair now, Wendy?"
I think tomorrow might be very interesting.
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