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It was still early in the morning. I felt that Jim's Feminine Hygiene
lessons should be done first thing in the morning. Get him while he was
still too groggy to realize what was happening to him. Get him clean and
fresh to start the new day as a woman. Or, really, as a 16 year old girl.
I left him to rest for awhile after the procedures he had newly endured.
But I did instruct him to dress appropriately for his visit to the
Prosthetic Clinic. I thought that a simple peasant blouse, with it's
easily expanding scoop neckline, would work well for this adventure. Put
that blouse on top of a gypsy style, ankle length, flowing skirt and
Wendy would be set with all she needed to display her new boobs.
I also thought it would be a good idea that he use simple makeup, but
with a slightly darker red lipstick than he would normally wear as a 16
year old girl. I felt that on the day that he received his first set of
womanly jugs, he should point out his pride in his femininity by wearing
the natural badge of womanhood during his investiture.
Wendy came down to breakfast, looking very fetching in his skirt and
blouse and lipstick. I would have to to do a few small styling
adjustments to his floppy bob. But, all in all, my new daughter seemed
ready to be fitted with nice firm C-Cups. Though all her bras to date had
been B-Cups, I was sure that with C-Cup prosthetics, she would still be
able to use them, she would just have more fullness and cleavage. It was
not going to be a problem. And we could get some new bras if needed.
I loved the way he was learning how to use eye makeup. He had placed a
lovely light gray shadow on his eye lids and enhanced that look with a
creamy opalescent nude shadow under the brow. He had just a touch of
liner at the far corners of his eyes and several coats of black mascara
lengthening his girlish lashes. I had noticed that he had plucked his
brows and given them a definite feminine arch. With the medium red
lipstick, he was more than ready to get his "Girls". I enjoyed watching
him slip into his 3 inch espadrilles, which looked so cute under the
flowing billows of his long skirt. We would have to get him more pumps to
match his growing female wardrobe.
A complete, for now, Wendy, presented herself before me. She was ready to
leave on this new adventure. I was ready to guide her. As a Mother and as
a Woman. I handed Wendy my purse spray of Chanel #5. It was so nice to
watch my son delicately spray this womanly perfume on her wrists and
behind her ears. She was ready. I did not know if Wendy had left the
tampon in place or not. I thought from looking at her gait, she had. That
was nice. Such a nice feeling for her. Wait till she got the feeling of
C-Cups semi-permanently affixed to his chest. OH, Lordy, the sweet young
thing was going to feel very hot!
"Wendy, Darling, let's go get you some bazooms!"
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Let's let Wendy take over the narrative for awhile.
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"Ready, if you are, Mother!"
"Is it a long drive to the Prosthetic Clinic? I am not sure about sitting
in a car for very long with this tampon in place. Not quite used to the
feeling, especially when I sit."
"Not a long drive, honey. Besides you need the practice, both in walking
and sitting. Today was just an introduction. I don't think your period
will start till late next week. So after your appointment today, you can
dispose of it. Just know that at the first sign of your period, back in
it goes, and that it is changed about four times a day, for about five
days. I never said it was easy being a woman.
"Now get in the car and get comfy. By the time they are finished with you
at the Clinic, your tampon will be the furthest thought in your pretty
little girlish mind."
I got in the car in a very feminine manner, mindful of my skirts and of
the package stuck up my vagina. I achieved a satisfactory position, which
allowed little unawareness of my tampon, but was still somewhat
comfortable. I quickly checked in the mirror, as Mother was starting the
car, that my lips and eyes and hair were as feminine as Mom and I could
make them. They were. In the past few days I had come to adore the feel
of skirts gently caressing my thighs and knees. And the colorful peasant
blouse with the shirred scoop neckline and billowy 3/4 length sleeves
looked yummy even with less than adequate protuberances brassiered under
it. I think Mother was trying to test me because every time she came to a
stop light, she braked hard, and the tampon within me took notice and
made it's presence known. I sat back and let Mother drive and I had time
to think back on the experiences of this morning.
I don't know how Diane felt as she was initiated into this sorority, I
know I was overwhelmed. I knew being a woman was not all lipstick and
perfume. There were going to be embarrassing, and sometimes, less than
pleasant, aspects to my female education and training. This morning was
such a time. The enema was the worst of the tortures. I don't think I
will ever get used to the feeling of the insertion of a rigid tubelike
nozzle into me and the queasiness of all the warm, soapy fluid rushing to
fill me. And then being made to hold it for an excruciating ten minutes.
A weekly enema session will not be one of my favorite girlish things. I
absolutely did enjoy the douche. The smell was so divine and the feeling
of utter cleanliness it gave me is something I will want to do daily as a
woman. Practice will make perfect and I always have Mother to help and
give me advice.
Right now I am not sure how I feel about the tampon situation. I know
that when my periods start, I will have to be as safe and assured as
possible. Mother said this was a trial and I can take the soiled tampon
out after my prosthetic fitting and I am sure I will want to do so. But
the thought of five days or so bound to the indignity of the tampon
shoved up my faux vagina is rather daunting. Well, if Diane can do it, so
can I.
Well, Mother took care of my female insides this morning. Now she is
going to take care of my female outside in a rather drastic fashion. I am
to have BOOBS! Not the real thing, as yet, not even implants. I am to be
fitted with prosthetic breasts which will adhere to my chest with the aid
of surgical glue. The glue, they say, will last at least three months and
I will be able to bathe, swim, sleep, run, sit and walk with C-Cups
jiggling at my every movement. Hell, just sitting down on the toilet
(which I have to do now as a woman) I will not be able to see over them
to check down below. It will be a totally new experience for me. For any
man.
Wearing a bra now is comforting but does not really give me the weight
and action and feel of real boobs. These "Girls" will do that. I will
have to get used to several pounds of me being there where those pounds
never used to be. How I move, How I sleep, How I eat, How I walk, How I
do anything will be changed with this addition. And especially How I
look! Just think, where a few days ago I was as flat chested as any boy,
now in a few hours I will have the same equipment and conical projection
as Doris Day or Jennifer Anniston. Come to think of it, I will be
somewhat more endowed than Diane. Hope she will not be jealous!
No, Diane will not be jealous. Though she may feel required to purchase
some new "chicken cutlets" to keep in step with her new friend. The more
female power to her!
"Son, get out of your daydreams, we are here."
"Mary Lou's Clinic" read the name I saw above the discreet simple doorway
on the bottom floor of an office building. I guess I was expecting a
flowery, obviously feminine place to be our destination. This place had
all the functionality of a dentist's office.
"I will have to find a place to park. You go on in and introduce yourself
to Mary Lou. I am sure she is expecting you and I have told her all about
what we are doing this summer. She won't bite. GO!"
Oh Boy! I had to go into a strange place and talk to a strange woman
about putting C-Cup breasts on my boy's body. Not too daunting!
I demurely exited the car, my tampon reminding me of it's presence. I
smoothed my skirts and adjusted my blouse, being sure my man titties were
not indecently exposed. Though I had become accustomed to walking in
three inch heels, this time I had a hard time keeping my balance while
thinking about what to say to the woman who was going to give me boobs.
I came to the door and saw that below "Mary Lou's Clinic" the small print
said: Prosthetics for Women.
I guess that meant me.
I open the door and stepped into the clinic. A lovely young woman of
about 26 years old sat behind a low reception desk. There was another
older woman sitting in the waiting room, obviously awaiting her
appointment. She looked at me and smiled. The smile of someone who shares
a secret with a fellow patient.
Just as I was walking to the reception desk, a nurse came out of the door
to the back of the clinic and asked for a Mrs. Wilson. The seated lady
rose and followed her into the working part of the clinic. I hoped she
would be satisfied with the results after her appointment.
I proceeded, tentatively, up to the young lady behind the desk. She was
quite beautiful, excellently coiffed and with impeccable makeup. And from
what I could see of her figure behind the desk, she was exactly the woman
I was striving to be this summer.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, my name is Wendy Darling and I have an appointment with Mary Lou
this morning for a fitting of semi-permanent breasts."
"Oh, yes. Mary Lou told me about the conversation she had with your
mother. Mary Lou will be with you very shortly. And I love that blouse!
But I think it will look a lot sexier in a couple hours."
Just then Mother came in from parking the car.
"Ah, Lois, I see you have met my son, now my daughter, Jim. He is so
looking forward to putting himself at Mary Lou's mercy."
"I was just admiring Wendy's blouse. it looks so comfy. And I told Wendy
that in a couple hours it will feel even more comfortable, as soon as she
has the proper equipment to fill it properly. Please sit down and Mary
Lou will be with shortly."
"Lois, do you have many boys coming in here like Jim?"
"You know, Marcia, it seems that more and more boys and their mothers are
coming to the realization that they shouldn't waste their lives as a boy
if what they really feel like a girl and desire to be is a girl. It is a
rather frequent occurrence and Mary Lou just loves to do her part to give
the little dears the best hooters a girl could ever want."
"Are all the boys quite as willing to undergo the procedure as Wendy is?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, Marcia, we have had a few boys who were
dragged in here screaming by mothers who had had it with their nasty
sons. It is a drastic step, but these boys have to be controlled. We have
ways to control them in here and when they leave here, they are begging
to be taken to Macy's Lingerie Dept., because they really, really need
the support of a good firm bra.
"But we love young boy/girls like Wendy here. She is dressed so well and
is so soft spoken and obviously has mastered rudimentary makeup and
deportment. And I can see that she has already undergone a perm. So cute!
I think Mary Lou will thoroughly enjoy bringing young Wendy up to a full,
firm 36C, and if Wendy asks nicely I bet Mary Lou will make sure he has
extra large nipples and large circumference areola. Would you like that,
Wendy?"
"Oh, Yes, it sounds wonderful! Would my nipples show through my bra and
blouses?"
"It depends, Wendy, on how sheer the material of the bra and the blouse
is. May I see the bra you have on now?"
I brought the scoop neckline of my blouse down to expose the sheer white
lacey French bra I had put on this morning after enduring the rituals of
womanhood with mother. The first bra I had on this morning was really too
sweaty from the ordeals to keep wearing it today.
"Oh, My Yes, when Mary Lou finishes with you, your nipples will poke
right out of that sexy number and what is even better, your areolae will
give a mysterious dark caste to a large area of the sheer bra. It drives
men wild! That is, if you want to drive men wild. But you are only 16.
Lot of time before you have to think about that. Let's just get you fixed
up with some nice boobies and let nature take it's course.
"Ah, here's Mary Lou now."
"Marcia, so nice to meet you in person. I so enjoyed our phone
conversations. The prospect you gave me has kept me on pins and needles
the past two days. I am certainly looking forward to doing all that you
requested.
"Now, this must be Jim, your son. My dear, you are cute beyond belief.
Already so girlish and with a curly perm, to boot. I adore your lipstick!
I can't tell you how wonderful it is to be able to create femininity on a
boy who isn't being punished. Most of the teenage boys we get in here,
come in being dragged by their mothers. Oh yes, sometimes we even get a
husband of two, who have seriously run afoul of a wife who is a lot
stronger than they realized. They can be a lot of fun. For us, not for
them.
"But you, Jim, according to your mother, are seriously thinking about
taking on the female burden and want to give it a try this Summer, here
at the beach. Well, good for you! There is no reason you shouldn't study
that option. And I am here to help you with your studies. Absolutely
nothing makes a teenage boy more feminine than having realistic womanly
breasts. Breasts that actually are a part of you and make you understand
the magic of a sensuous shape, firmed and held by a bra that is
absolutely necessary, not one that is just something you wear because
that is what girls do.
"Now, ladies, tell me again, just what exactly do you want me to
accomplish with Jim today?"
Mother spoke up first:
"I think definitely a C-Cup, very firm and perky, as befitting a 16 year
old girl. I want Jim to get noticed for his bosom. He has to learn what
it feels like to be ogled as a shapely young woman and how to control his
response. He has to have the shape and size to achieve ample cleavage and
d?colletage. If I am to have a new daughter, I want her to be epitome of
serious young womanhood."
"Excellent, I can do that with what I have to work with.
"Jim, do you have any requests for your boobs?"
"Yes, Mary Lou, if I could have breasts with perky, firm nipples that
would be very nice. And also, if possible, a larger diameter areolae
would greatly enhance my feeling of being a woman."
"Wonderful request, Wendy! I can do that for you!"
"What do you say that we get started right away. Please step into the
surgery and remove your blouse and bra and skirt. Just leave on your
panties. When you are ready, please lie down on the table and I will
shave your chest. Every hair has to be removed so that they do not
interfere with the surgical glue. A boy your age does not usually have
much in the way of chest hair, but we have to be thorough."
I removed my blouse and felt some hesitation in removing my bra, but it
must be done. And Mary Lou has seen many boys without their bra on. It
felt strange to know that the next time I put on or take off my bra,
realistic breasts would be involved. I came back into the surgery, bare
chested, wearing only my panties, and laid down on the table which would
be my place of receiving a great gift of womanhood.
"Now, Jim, I won't hurt you. I am just going to shave you very closely
all over your chest. I promise not to lop off either of your nipples."
The cool shaving cream was layered on my chest and I realized from the
smell that she was using a woman's lavender scented shaving cream. None
of that Old Spice for me! I was momentarily afraid when she approached
the table with a cut throat razor in her hand. But she was a surgeon, she
could handle sharp knives. I sincerely hope so.
The feel of a woman shaving my chest was quite new to me and quite
pleasant. I felt my chest becoming as smooth and silky as a baby's butt.
It dawned on me that it would be three months before that newly shaved
area of my chest saw the light of day once again. I was to have breast
prosthetics there on my chest for a long, long time. Oh Boy!
After the shave, my chest felt so chilly. The cool air on the air-
conditioned surgery gave me goose bumps. Which was rather ironic since I
was about to be given the ultimate in goose bumps.
"I am now going to apply the base layer of adhesive to your chest, Jim.
It will not hurt. It will just feel a little tingly as it works it's way
into the pores of your chest area. After that application dries for about
seven minutes, I will put another application on and then work on
affixing your own breasts to your chest."
The glue went on very quickly and covered my whole bosom area. As I laid
there waiting for the seven minute drying period, Mary Lou brought a
large box to the table next to the operating table. I could see that the
label read: Breast Prosthetic - C-Cup, Enhanced Nipple and Areola. My
breasts were in that box! I almost fainted.
The seven minutes passed swiftly. The next application of adhesive was
much thicker. Mary Lou did not give the adhesive time to dry. Immediately
after the application she opened the box and lifted out a shimmering
mound of molded silicone and cradled it in her hand.
"Jim, look what I have for you. Say hello to your sexy new right breast!"
I was speechless. Mary Lou raised the molded breast so that Mother could
see it, too. Mother smiled.
Slowly she lowered the prosthetic and positioned it precisely as planned
on the glued surface of my chest. I felt a heavy weight come upon me. I
had no idea that the weight would be so much. She slid the prosthetic
breast back and forth to activate the glue underneath. Finally she was
satisfied with the positioning and held the breast firmly in place as the
glue took hold and set.
A second breast was taken out of the box and reverently moved into my
sight.
Mother lent a hand by holding the right breast firmly onto my chest while
Mary Lou positioned the left breast in it's proper place. Again the
increase in weight on my chest was unbelievable. After placing the second
breast, Mary Lou allowed a nurse to hold it in place while she brought
cosmetics in to use to conceal the edges of the prosthetic breast. When
she was done, she looked on her work and pronounced it good. That I was
wearing prosthetic breasts was not evident, thanks to her skill with the
body foundation cosmetic she used. I knew that I would have to learn that
skill also.
"Wendy, we will hold your new "Girls" in place for about ten minutes to
assure a proper seal with the glue. Just continue lying there and let me
and your mother support the breasts so they don't shift the least little
bit. We want you to have perfect titties. When the ten minutes are up, I
will help you into a sitting position and then you will have your first
feel of the true weight of your breasts and get an idea of your true need
for a firmly controlling bra."
I looked up at mother and she smiled down at me with true joy in her
eyes. My Mother was standing next to me holding my prosthetic breast in
place while the surgical glue did it's magic. My new nipple as in her
palm and her soft hand barely covered my areola. I couldn't find words to
express my joy to her. But I think she saw it in my eyes.
Those were a wonderful ten minutes. But now Mary Lou instructed me to sit
up slowly. With each inch that my back rose, a powerful pull of gravity
started to be felt on my chest. When I had been raised to a upright,
sitting position, my new breasts called out strongly for support. I could
feel the weight trying to pull itself from my chest. But the powerful
surgical glue did it's job. Mary Lou instructed me to take each breast
into my own hands and hold them at attention where a bra would normally
control them. I had my hands under each breast and I held them proudly. I
couldn't resist a quick pinch on the large perky nipple on my right
breast.
I allowed my fingers to circumnavigate, in a gentle manner, the beautiful
soft areola that came with my breasts.
After five minutes, Mary Lou came on one side of me and mother on the
other and they helped me to stand. i was in my panties only. I stood
there holding my new breasts as Mother and Mary Lou stepped back to
survey Mary Lou's work. They saw that it was good.
"Jim, drop your hands, please."
I did as I was told and almost toppled over on my face as I was not used
to the new center of gravity that my bosom had placed on my body. Mother
grabbed me and gave me support. When I finally got my balance, I looked
down and realized that I could not see my feet. MY BREASTS BLOCKED MY
VIEW!
"Jim, bend forward from the waist and let your breasts fall free."
I did as I was told and experienced my breasts exerting their gravity on
my back. I had to struggle to maintain my balance.
Mother whispered in my ear.
"Son, this is the position you will have to use, to set your breasts
comfortably into your bra cups, each time you put on your bra. Learn how
to balance. You are not used to the new weights you have to maintain now
that you have become even more of a woman. Now stand back up. I have
purchased a new Flower Bali bra in a 36C which I thought would be a good
starting bra to support and control your new appendages. Slip your arms
thru the straps and again bend down from the waist. Let your boobs fall,
on their own, into the waiting cups and they will seek out their own best
position. Now raise your chest back up and reach behind your back and
hooks the hooks and eyes. This bra has a wide back closure and has a set
of four hook and eyes. I think you will find that for the first few days
you will appreciate the added support this wide back closure gives you."
I did as I was told. The feeling on bending forward and catching my boobs
in the bra cups was astounding.
I had very little trouble doing the closure in the back, 4 hooks and eyes
or not. There was a new sensation when those hooks were closed because I
had not had a bra with more than two hooks before, other than my longline
model. I felt ever so much secure in this new bra. The cups were full. I
had cleavage like I had never had before.
Mary Lou came over and closely inspected the total bra and boob
combination.
"Jim, or Wendy, I like what I see. And I think you do too. Now you have
very little to worry about with these prosthetics. You can shower, swim,
run and jump, sleep, whatever you want to do. You will have to watch the
need for foundation over the edges of the prosthetic if you ever have
them totally exposed, but underneath your usual lingerie and clothing,
you may not want to even worry about that. Unless you want to always
maintain the appearance of real breasts. This application of surgical
glue should last for three months with normal wear. So unless you want
them to come off sooner, you have 36C's for at least three months. Enjoy
them!"
Mother handed me my skirt and I stepped into it and then stepped into my
heels. I dropped the scoop necked peasant blouse over my head and, where
in the past it would fall immediately down over my torso, this time I had
to bring it down over my new projection and arrange the neckline so that
my bosoms showed to the best female advantage possible. My new shape was
remarkable. No stuffing, No faux anything in my bra. I had breasts, over
flowing a 36C cup bra. I had never felt more womanly. I looked down my
front and was not able to see my shoes. I took a few steps around the
room and was amazed at how different I had to walk to allow for the extra
projection and weight of my boobs. I HAD to put my shoulders back and
push out my chest, which I did with pride.
Mother handed me my purse and I took my compact out and my lipstick.
Nothing strange about this woman redoing her lips. I looked as much as a
woman as I had ever had this past week. I thought: Gee, I am going to
love going to the Beauty Salon tomorrow with my mother. And I will be as
stacked as she.
After giving Mary Lou and the nurse air kisses following my lipstick
application, I followed Mother and my tits out the door and into the warm
breeze of the beach air. Even the breeze seemed to find a new way to wrap
around my body. There was a new contour which diverted the breeze and it
seemed to whip my skirts but push the fabric of my blouse against the
mounds of new breast material that proudly jutted forth from this 16 year
old boy. OH MY! OH MY! OH MY!
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Mother can take back the narrative while I compose myself in my new body.
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We had dinner plans that evening with Judy and Diane. I had an idea for
Wendy, so we stopped at Nordstrom's
on the way home and I bought Wendy a new outfit and some new shoes and
cosmetics.
When we got home, Wendy needed to rest for a little bit. She took off her
blouse and skirt, slipped into the white satin dressing gown and curled
up with a book for a hour or so. When I thought it time, I aroused her
and we set about getting her ready for the dinner with our friends. I
helped my son dress in the new duds I bought that afternoon in honor of
his new boobs. The bra was fine and so was the girdle and panties, but I
added nude panty hose and a sensuous white half slip. I noticed he had
taken out his tampon but had added a Maxipad inside his panties and
girdle. The boy has to be safe. He slipped into the new shoes I had
gotten for him this afternoon, his first pair of four inch stilettos,
pink Louboutins, with the signature red leather soles. Next came a dove
grey silk pleated skirt with a back zipper and an a-line flair. We were
now ready for the top. To put over his new rack I had bought him a light
pink cashmere sleeveless shell and a matching light pink cashmere sweater
to wear off the shoulders. The classic Twin Set popular with young women
in the 50's.
The new breasts were quite evident, especially the nipples, through the
sheerness of the cashmere. Unless Jim wore molded bra cups, his nipples
would always be prominent and if he wore a sheer bra and blouse, so also
would be the darkness of his areolae.
After getting him situated into the twin set, I rounded up my trusty hot
rollers and set his hair, refreshing his perm to create a head of
luscious curls which would float over his ears and on the back of his
neck. While the hot rollers were doing their business, I let Jim do his
own makeup, using the new colors I bought today. His eyes were subtly
shaded and his lashes curled and heavy with mascara. A light blush and
then his new pink lipstick which matched his twin set perfectly. A quick
new coat of baby pink nail polish was applied to his willing nails. Drop
white pearl earrings and a matching pearl choker and a five strand pearl
bracelet were added. By now the hot rollers had done what they do. I
removed the curlers from Jim's hair and a bonnet of exquisite curls
crowned his head. I fussed with his hair and got the curls to do just
what I wanted them to do and I emptied a whole can of hair spray on the
poor guy. A pink leather Coach handbag was added to match his shoes and
lips and nails.
After all that had happened to him today, he was shell shocked by my
feminine blitzkrieg. but he looked damn good. He looked about 23 or 24,
not 16. And not a boy.
A quick spritz of perfume and we were off to the restaurant to meet Judy
and Diane and to show off Jim's new bosoms.
With only a little hesitation by him on the his new high heels, Jim and I
entered the restaurant and saw Judy and Diane across the way. As we
started to cross the room, silence came over the crowd. All eyes were on
Wendy, especially the men in the crowd. Jim swayed and dipped as needed
to navigate the crowded room and his figure and bearing wowed the women
and stimulated the men. Judy and Diane stood with their mouths open and
their eyes stuck to Wendy.
It was plain to see that my son had the nicest bust in the room!
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