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First Panties -Chapter 1 Our neighbor, Mrs. Johnson asked me to help her on Saturday. Being only13, I could always use the money so I showed up at her doorstep on Saturday morning ready to go at 8:00 AM. I was to move a number of boxes full of clothes and stuff into her SUV to be taken to Goodwill. Her daughter, Sarah, had moved into an apartment for college and the boxes were apparently full of Sarah's old clothes and things. Sarah was a clothes hound and never seemed to wear the same outfit twice. Even thought I was 4 years younger, I watch her every day at school and in her back yard. I guess I had a crush on her. Anyway, as I was moving one box it started to open at the top. It was then that I noticed the box was full of (Sarah's) unmentionables - for right on the top was a pair of cute yellow, bikini panties. OMG! I had never been this close to anything like this before. Without any thought, I put them right into my pocket. Thinking I would be caught, I moved the panties into my underwear under my crotch. Oh, they felt so naughty (and nice) rubbing against me as I continued to load the boxes. When I finished moving all of the boxes into the SUV, I knock on the door to let Mrs. Johnson know that I was done. She looked at the full SUV and thanked me with $15 tip. I told her that I could help her with anything this summer (as she was a good tipper). I went home to tell my mom what I had just earned. And then I raced upstairs into my bedroom to retrieve my 'treasure'. Oh my, I looked closely at Sarah's panties. They were yellow with white lace on the legs and waistband. Nylon or was it silk? It felt like silk. I smelled them. They had a faint, yet very pretty smell to them. For some reason, and I don't know why, I dropped my shorts and took off my boy briefs and then nervously stepped into Sarah's yellow panties by slowly pulled them up my legs. Oh, I loved this feeling. It was exciting and my heart was pounding. And of course, they fit perfectly. I tucked my little fella under and took off my T-shirt and stood in front of my full-length mirror. Oh, my. I looked like a young girl in her underwear. As I just started to turn around and to look at my cute little butt cheeks hanging out of the tight panties, my bedroom door suddenly opened, and my mother started to say something - but then she gasped, and put her hand up to her mouth when she saw me in panties. "I, I AH, AH, mom, mom I can explain." I tried to cover my panties with one hand and for some reason, cover my chest with my other hand, just like a girl. 'Alan, it's, it's OK,' she responded as she composed herself. "It's OK - it's all right. Uh, eh why don't you come down to the kitchen when you are done? Done? I just spoke with Mrs. Johnson on the phone'. She paused and then said, 'I guess you can leave your panties on, if you want.' With that, she shut the door. I was devastated. My mother had just seen me, a boy of 13, in a pair of girl's panties looking at himself in front of a mirror. What would she think of me? That I am some sort of queer or worst, a sissy. Oh no! Without thinking, I put my t-shirt back on and pulled up my shorts, leaving on 'my panties'. I ran down the stairs into our kitchen to explain things to her, but then I hesitated. My mother had her back to me, thank god, so I did not have to look her in the face. I could see that she was smiling, which surprised me. I thought she would be upset and disappointed with me. Mrs. Johnson had phone my mom to tell that I was a good worker and that she would take a cab to the airport and leave her SUV keys with us so we could later drop off Sarah's boxes at a Goodwill location. Unknown to me was the conversation Mrs. Johnson and my mother had on the phone. Mrs. Johnson complained about not having another daughter to pass on all of Sarah's cute outfits. My mom murmured about not having a daughter at all. My mom joking laugh and offered, 'maybe I can get Alan to become interested in wearing Sarah's cute outfits. 'Well,' countered Mrs. Johnson, 'one of Sarah's boxes was opened. Maybe Alan has a head start'. Both ladies laughed at the thought. My mom finally acknowledged my presence in the kitchen and said, 'Alan dear, why don't you help me with this cake'. 'OK. Sure mom, whatever you say' - as I was now trying to avoid the subject of 'my panties'. 'Alan, young boys sometimes use their sister's or even their mother's panties to masturbate!' Gee mom, nothing like going for the kill and embarrassing your 13 year old son to death. Besides, I had just started to masturbate. 'Mother' I said. She went on to say that some boys just like to wear panties and feel girly. 'Are you still wearing the panties?' A long pause - 'are you?' 'No' I responded while turning a dark shade of red. She smiled and went back to work. 'Alan, if you are going to help me in the kitchen with this cake for your father, you need to put this apron on so you don't end up with flour all over your clothes.' 'Ok, honey.' 'Honey,' why is she calling me honey? With that she pulled out a very feminine apron with large bows and ruffles and put it over my head. She then spun me around and tied a large bow on the back. As I was helping my mom with the cake my dad came into the kitchen from the garage. 'Well, Alan, good to see you helping your mom, but what the hell are you wearing?' With my shorts, the apron looked like a dress, a sissy dress. My mom offered, 'when you work in the kitchen you need to wear appropriate clothing.' My dad just laughed and said, 'Alan, you better watch out or your mother will have you in dresses before the summer is over.' My mom always wanted a daughter and she just smiled at the thought of my dad's words. When my father left the kitchen my mom turned to me and said, 'Alan, are the panties you were wearing from Sarah clothes boxes?' 'Yes,' I meekly offered. 'Oh I see.' 'Did you go through her stuff?' 'No, no, a box came open when I was carrying it and a pair of panties, just, just pop out.' 'I don' know why, but I put them in my pocket.' 'Then you decided to take them home and try them.' 'Did you take anything else?' 'No, no, mom and I will never do this again.' 'Oh, but Alan, I am not so sure.' 'You are still wearing them, correct?' I turn an even darker shade of red. 'If you are never going to do this again Alan, why do you have them on now?' 'Oh, I, I don't know. I am so mixed up right now.' Just then my mom came over and put her arm around me. She give me a big hug and said, 'don't worry honey; this can be our little secret - we both like wearing panties' she said with a big smile. 'Our little secret?' What is she talking about? After we put the cake into the oven I started to take off the apron when my mom told me to wait and have a chair at the table. She opened her purse and took out a nail file. 'Alan, I should have you wear gloves when baking. See how your hands and nails are all scruff up.' 'If you are going to help me in the kitchen, you will need clean nails.' 'I will show you how to take care of your nails.' 'You do want pretty nails don't you?' 'Mom, I am boy.' 'It doesn't matter; you can still have nice looking nails, many boys and men do you know.' She proceeded to take my right hand and carefully file each nail. When she was done she handed me the file and told me to do my left hand. I made a few mistake and we both laugh. She was having fun. Then she reached into her purse and took out a bottle of nail polish. I started to protest and she quickly took my chin in her hand and looked me right in the eye. 'Do you want your father to come in here? Should I tell him his son is wearing panties?' (My own mother was blackmailing me). 'Mom, no, no.' 'Ok, then give me your right hand. Besides, sweetie, this is a neutral colour and the polish will protect your nails.' I reluctantly and slowly put my right hand on the table to have nail polish applied to my nails. What is going on I thought to myself? My mom delighted in painting each nail. She smiled a lot and took this very seriously and (ugh) slowly. I was afraid my dad would come into the kitchen at any moment. Then it was my turn. I had to apply nail polish to my left hand nails. 'See, isn't this fun' my mom beamed. Fun? Fun for whom? 'Mom I don't want to wear nail polish.' 'What if someone notices?' What if dad notices?' 'What do I say?' 'But, honey, I think you do want to wear nail polish.' 'You are wearing girl's panties right now and you are not complaining.' 'And, your cute apron looks simply divine on you.' 'Beside this polish is clear.' But as I painted each nail it looked like a light shade of pink to me. I hope it does not dry a darker shade of pink. As I make few mistakes my mom said that I would get better with practice. Practice! Yikes. When I finished she asked me how I felt. 'Do you like wearing panties with pretty painted nails and a pretty apron?' I did not know what say. 'It's ok.' 'OK? I think you like it.' Did she know I had an erection? Can my mother know this by just looking at my face? She then gave me her file and the bottle of nail polish and told me to keep it in my room on top of dresser where I could freshen up my nails whenever they needed to be touched up. I don't know why, but it seemed the right thing to do so I took the nail file and polish from her as it was the first (of many) 'gurly' items from my mom to me. I think, however, I will keep the nail polish and file inside of my top dresser and out of sight. At supper my mom asked me again to help prepare the meal. And again I had to wear (my) apron. She even insisted that I keep it on during our meal so I would not spill any food on my clothes. I was too worried about my dad seeing my polished nails to be worried about the apron. I did not eat much as I was trying to avoid looking at my dad and trying to keep my hands off the table. My dad just looked over at me and said to watch out - if I kept wearing that apron, I will want my own. Finally, and it seemed like eternity, as my mom kept talking about all the things she wanted to do with me this summer, the meal was over. I helped my mom cleanup. When everything was done, she told me to hang up my apron (my apron!) and then she gave me a big hug and told me she loved having a little helper. 'Little helper?' The rest of the day was uneventful until bedtime. As I was getting ready for bed my mom came into my room, again, without knocking. This has to stop. I am not her daughter. I am a boy, a young man. 'Alan, yes mom. Do you still have on your panties?' 'Yes, but I am going to change before I go to bed. I promised.' 'No, no that's fine. I thought that you would like to wear them tonight.' 'Correct?' 'Yes, I guess so,' I meekly whispered. 'Well do you or do you not want to sleep in your panties?' 'Yes, yes, I do.' 'Then say it.' She waited. 'Yes, I want to sleep in my panties tonight.' 'But just for tonight.' 'That's better,' she approvingly acknowledged. 'I brought something for you to wear tonight with your panties.' With that she held up one of her old baby doll outfits. 'I haven't worn this in years, and I was just thinking that young girls your age wear things like this to bed.' 'But mom, I am not girl.' 'Hush, hush sweetie, just let me just put this over your head.' 'Come over here and just try it on for me - OK Honey.' I hesitated. 'You do want to wear it don't you Alan, your mom's pretty baby doll?' I looked at the pretty yellow and white nylon baby doll my mother was holding for me. It was totally feminine and cute. I froze, but in the next second I had the baby doll over my head and with my matching yellow panties, as I stood in front of my mother. 'Oh Alan, it is so precious on you.' 'And I think you like it!' She was looking down at my penis that was started to become quite erect. With that, I tuned away quickly and jumped into bed. My mom then sat on the edge of my bed and reached under the covers and started to rub my chest area and gently pinching my nipples. 'Oh Alan, I remember when I was your age and I started to wear really cute baby doll outfits just as my breasts started to developed. My young breasts felt so good rubbing against the nylon fabric. It sent sizzles down my entire body. I often had sweet dreams about having bigger breasts and boys kissing and touching them. I hope you do to.' 'Do you think about having breasts Alan?' With that, she leaned over and gently kissed me on my lips. 'Good night honey and sweet dreams.' I lay in bed wearing Sarah's panties and my mother's baby doll outfit with my nails polished. And I did start to think about breasts - my breasts. My erection now was rock hard - what would my dad think if he saw his son with a big erection in his first panties? Chapter 2 On Sunday my mom came into my room again without knocking and woke me up. 'Honey, we have a big day and I want you to get ready now. Your father just left to play golf and he won't be home until after lunch. So, angel, let's get going.' She pulled back my cover to expose me. There in plain sight was my little boner. 'Oh, precious, is this a morning erection or a pantie erection? We will never know,' she laughed. She then went into the bathroom to run bath water. 'Mom, I will take a shower.' 'No, honey, not today.' 'Mom, I have to pee.' 'Ok, ok come in.' 'But mom.' 'Ellen (she would have name a daughter Ellen if she had one) girls often pee together.' 'Mom! I am not a girl.' 'Yes, yes now come in here.' The toilet seat was down and she expected me to sit down and pee with her right there. I had to relieve myself, so I sat down and pulled my panties down to my ankles and pee. My mom thought nothing of my peeing in her presence and proceeded to add a bubbling lotion to my hot water. The bathroom quickly filled with steam and a nice fragrance. As I finished peeing, I stood up, but she chided me for not wiping myself (like a girl). She then lifted off my yellow nightie and pulled down my panties. Again, I felt like a young little girl with my mother doing everything for me. 'Mom, I can take off my own clothes.' There I was standing in front of my mother, completely nude, with a slight erection. I turned so she could not see my penis. She told me to stand still and spread my legs a little. She them started to apply lotion to my legs, and then worked her way up my body to my torso, arms, and chest. She rubbed the lotion into my butt cheeks and even pinched them saying I had the cutest little butt. I felt so vulnerable and exposed as she seemed to take liberty with my body. When I was all coved with the lotion, she told me to wait just a minute or two before I stepped into the bath. The lotion started to irritate my young sensitive skin. Finally, she allowed me to step into the bath water. She then started to wash me with a washcloth. I protested. 'Mom!' 'I am 13 and I can wash myself.' 'I know honey; I just wanted to make sure you removed all of the lotion from your body.' When she was done washing me, she told me to soak in the tub until the water started to turn cold. She went to layout some clothes for me to wear today. This has to stop. I am not a young child. I can choose and dress myself. What is going on with my mother? Since she caught me wearing the panties, she has changed her tune toward me, treating me like a little girl - like her daughter. I decided not to wear the panties today. They were dirty and this had to stop. I am going back to my 'boy' clothes for sure. After about 15 - 20 minutes, the water was cooling so I stood up and turned on the shower to rise off. My skin felt baby smooth and silky - like I had no hair at all. I looked down and what hair I had on my groin area was gone. In fact, I had no hair on my body other than the hair on my head. Yikes! My mother had left some body lotion for me to rub on my skin after my bath. I dried off with a big fluffy towel and started to apply the lotion onto my 'new' soft skin. This felt really good, but then I noticed the lotion had a 'girly' fragrance. Oh well, I finished applying the lotion over my entire new soft body. I felt different. I then wrapped the towel around me like a girl; I don't why I did this, but I had seen my mother do this and it just seem natural. I also wasn't sure if my mother was in my room, but I was tired of her seeing me nude so I wanted to be covered. I opened the door, looked up and simply froze. For on my bed were two outfits. Yikes! In one 'gurl' pile was a cute red jumper with a white training bra and a pair of white cotton panties with little rose buds. Cute to say the least. Next, was a soft white sweater, very short in length. I guess to expose one's young abdomen. Sexy. There was also a pair of pink Capri pants with a pink padded bra and matching nylon panties. 'Hot,' to say the least. What is my mother doing? Is she letting me decide on what girly outfit I am going to wear today? Do I have a choice? Do I wear a girly outfit until my father gets home, if I choose one of the outfits? Does my mother really expect me to wear girl's clothes, in the house, in front of her? Questions, questions. Or is she giving me a chance to decide what I want to do, with Sarah's clothes: keep and wear, or donate? Yikes! Oh well. The red jumper is awfully cute. I don't remember Sarah wearing it. She probably wore it when she was 12 or so. The white sweater top and pink Capri pants are over the top. I don't know if I am there (yet). So I decided to slip on the white cotton panties and tuck my little guy between my legs. You know, they just feel right. I looked in my mirror. Perfect. No bulge, very lady like. I then tried to put on the training bra- 'How the heck do you put this on?' I could not hook it in the back no matter what I did. Finally I took it off and hook it together and just step in and pulled it up. Oh well. Maybe I will ask my mom how she puts on her bra. Maybe. I looked in the mirror again. The training bra was tight on my chest and pushed what chest tissue I had, which wasn't very much, together, so it appear I had the early start of some young breasts. Yikes! Finally, I was ready for the red jumper.?I stepped into the body of the garment and pulled it up. I slip my arms thru the sleeves and reached behind to zip "me" up. OMG, did this feel good. Should I tell my mom? I tingled all over. I could feel my snug little panties and my tight training bra. The jumper felt like heaven. What a feeling. Hard to describe. Just felt like heaven. I knew I had picked the right outfit. I then slip on the pair of white sandals, which were at the foot of the bed. Now what do I do? Just walk downstairs or run down like I usually do and go into the kitchen for breakfast? I took a deep breath. Well my mother would not lay out some of Sarah's clothes if she did not want me to wear them. So with that vote I'd confidence, I proceeded down our staircase in a very lady fashion; slow, feminine and very nervous. I entered the kitchen. My stomach was in my mouth! My mother was at the kitchen sink facing away from me. I stopped and then slowly walked across the room to our table eagerly watching my mother for any reaction. With my sandals making an unusual sound, I detected a smile coming across my mother's mouth. She slowly turned, and looked at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen on her, and said 'Good morning honey, how did you sleep?' What? How did I sleep? I wasn't expecting that. Here I am, her son, standing in front of her in a bra and panties and wearing the cutest jumper and she says, 'how did you sleep' as if dressing this way is no big deal. 'Fine mom, I slept just fine.' ? 'So you like sleeping in panties and wearing my baby doll?' ? 'Well?' ?'Well, do you or do you not?' ? 'Yea, I guess so.' ? 'Guess so, then why did you put on one of Sarah's outfit if you 'guess so?' 'I don't know mom. I thought you expected me to.' 'Honey, you are wearing Sarah's jumper and bra and saddles and I assume her cotton panties Because You Chose to do so. No one Made You wear a girl's outfit today! Now did they?' 'No mom, they did not. I am all mixed up. Let's just leave it for now.' 'Ok honey, and by the way, if you want, you can keep my baby doll as I don't think I will let your dad see me in it again. Ok sweetie?" 'And I loved the outfit you chose. I was hoping you would pick the red jumper. It is so cute and I think the right style for you at this time." This time? Whatever. 'Sweetie, do you have a girl's name? What do you want to be called when you are in gurl mode?' (A girl's name, no, do I need one)? (I suppose you can't call me by my boy's name when I am wearing panties and a bra and a cute red jumper. Do you)? 'Gees mom, I don't know. I never thought about it.' ? 'Well, is there a girl's name you like or is there a girl at school that you think about"? 'I guess I like the name Ally.' 'There is a real cute girl in my history class named Ally who dresses very nice and I like the way she wears her hair and the way she talks and moves her hands and the way she walks and sits.' 'Well, I guess, I like everything about her.?' "Ok, Ok honey, Ally it is." ? "What would you like for breakfast Ally." ? 'Oh, mom, how about a big plate of pancakes with sausages?' "Ally! How about some yogurt with fruit?' 'You can't be putting on pounds you don't need young lady." (Young lady! Is that what I am now?) My mom brought over to the table a small bowl of yogurt with avocados. 'Honey, I know you don't care for avocados, but they are good for young developing bodies and will also make your hair and skin soft.' When did I need soft skin and hair? ? My mom also gave me a new blue vitamins pill. 'Ally, as you become a teenager, you will need to take vitamins to ensure you develop properly. Ok. So you will start to have one of these blue pills everyday from now on going forward. I have decided this is the best course for you.' What is she taking about? What course? As we visited my mother pointed out that when I am dress as Ally (so does this mean there will be a second or even third time), that I need to observe and follow certain female traits, behaviors, and mannerisms when sitting, taking, walking, acting, you name it, everything. If I knew it was going to be so much work, I would have had second thoughts. (No not really). I loved it, well at least some of it. It seems to me that my mother had higher expectations of me than when I was just her son. Go figure, it is like I had to be a perfect young lady as I listened to her go on and on. So this morning, until noon when my dad would be back, we will practice on how girls sit, walk, use their hands, and even flirt. My mom showed me how to look coy, raise my eyebrows and even pout. Wow. I had no idea girls had so many tools or should I say?weapons. At mid morning my mom dragged me, not really, into her bathroom where she showed me how to wash, rinse and moisturizer my face. Then she applied a very light foundation to my face and with a little eyelash color to my eyes. I looked in the mirror. I felt a twinge in my panties. Oh my, I liked my face. I was cute, really cute. We kept the makeup on until the last minute before my dad returned. I had to scramble to remove all of my 'gurl' clothes and be a 'son' again as my dad walked into the house. Ugh. The rest of the day was boring until dinner time when my mother announced that she thought it would be a good idea if I tried out for a singing part this summer in our local youth theater. The theater was selecting cast members for their big fall program of Romeo and Juliet. Since I had a very good voice (I sang in the church choir and also in music class at school) both my parents thought it would be a good summer activity for me. My dad thought I would make a good 'Romeo,' my mother however, was thinking differently. So the next morning my mother woke me up again. And, again I had a little erection as I was wearing the cotton white panties from yesterday along with my own baby doll now. Well it just seemed like the right thing to do, you know, wear the panties and baby doll that is. I was to talk a bath and then put on a robe my mother had laid out on the bed and come down for breakfast. The robe was silky and rather short only coming down to about mid thigh. Good thing my dad was already at work. My mom had more yogurt, fruit and my little blue pill all ready for me at the table. 'Ally, this theater is rather big time and they put on really good productions. Since there are a lot of 'theater' people involved, I think it would be best if you dress today, say as more 'gender neutral.' Ok honey.' 'Mom, why would I do that if I am going to try out for the role of 'Romeo?' 'Ally there will be many good singers there, both boys and girls. If we take a more neutral approach it will increase your odds of being in the production. 'If you say so mom,' whatever, I thought. ?So my mom suggested I wear panties with a pair of black pantyhose. Oh well, they fit pretty good and they felt firm on my little tush. She handed me my training bra - and I thought I was going as gender neutral. I was getting really nervous about this now, as all of this was rather fem. Next came a neutral green tee shirt that did nothing to hide my training bra. And then I pull up a pair of old jean shorts and finished my outfit with a pair of white tennis shoes. Neutral gender look, I guess. I looked in the mirror. I didn't know if I was a cute dude or a weak attempt at being a 'gurl.' But I was different. 'Ally, all the kids will have on some type of outfit or image to try to stand out. But at the end of I the day, your voice will decide. She worked on my hair and ended up with it looking kind of of gender neutral I guess. I couldn't believe I was going to leave our house dressed like this. ? 'Mom, I am not sure I can do this.' ? 'Of course you can Ally, you are a natural.' A natural what - sissy, some would say. Well, I thought, maybe there will not be any kids from my school, or I could say I might be trying out for a girl's part with my high singing voice. My mother took my hand as we left the house but I broke free and ran to get into my mom's car so as not to be seen. Once in the car I was met with a raft of angry from my mother. ?'And just want do you mean to be acting like some ruffian, missy?' ? 'I have told you how to behave and act like a proper young pre teen young lady.' 'Do we understand each other?' ? 'Or do you need a good spanking?' ? A spanking! ?I have not had a spanking since I was 5 or so. ? 'No mother, I understand.' With that, I crossed my legs like a good little girl and sat quietly for the balance of the ride. When we arrived, I was surprised to see so many kids and from different schools. My mom quickly found the woman in charge, a stern looking petite woman, and took her aside to discuss something, which seemed to be quite important. The only thing I could make out was a question about was what if my voice was to change over the summer. I could hear my mom giving assurance that it will not. The women director smiled knowingly. Hmmm, I thought to myself. The director quickly took over and divided the singers into two groups. If I thought about singing the part of Romero that quickly vanishes as I was directed to into the 'Juliet' group, girls and boys who have yet not experienced puberty. I really felt out of place. Why did my mom dress me this way? I was 'in-between.' Most of the girls were dressed very sexy in tight jeans, Capri pants or short little cute skirts. Some even wore high heels. And of course, all had on makeup, a lot of makeup. One little 'diva' with a real bad attitude came right up to my face and said, 'when do tom boys try out for the role of Juliet?' Nothing like making a new guy or I should say new gurl feel welcome. So at least she thought I was a tomboy. The other girls completely ignore me as we each sang our first short solo. Then we were split into two more groups and I guess I did rather well as I was added to the smaller group of better (Juliet) singers. There was a tap on my shoulder which startled me.? I turned to look up into the eyes of a really cute guy. He must be 6 ft. tall and he look 16. 'Hi. I just wanted to say you have a very nice voice. Good luck. And don't let Nancy harass you or any of the other girls. It is good to see that Nancy has some strong competition this year.' All I could do was to muster a weak 'thanks' and then my 'prince' was gone. Just then the little diva came up to me again and said, 'your lucky, but don't get your panties in a twist, assuming you wear panties tomboy. By the way, Lance is my guy and last year we were Romeo and Juliet, and dearie, I expect that to happen again.' On the ride home my mother keep questioning me about Lance / Romero; what did he say, did I like him, did he think I was girl, did I act like a girl, is he going to call me, did I give him my number. 'Mom, mom. He just said I had a nice voice and he wish me good luck.' Gee, you would think he asked me to go to bed with him and we haven't even kissed yet, golly. At dinner that night my dad wanted to know how his 'Romeo' did at the tryouts. Before I could answer my mother quickly interjected that 'the 'Romeos' were guys that were a lot older like 15 and 16 and their voices had changed. 'Alan's voice was still in the high soprano range so I was in the better group of young girls and boys whose voices had not yet changed.' My mother went onto explain that the director feels this is better place for me right now if I am going to pursue my singing. These 'lighter' roles will further develop my voice and also offer me the opportunity to be on stage. My mom of course left out that I was dressed sort of as a girl today. Minor point I guess in her view. 'So it is possible that Alan could have several small (girl) parts this summer. And the director is adamant that any boys that sing a female part be believable on stage. So Alan will need to learn how to act like a young lady at times. And the only way to do that is to practice at home.' My father sat there stunned. 'Eh, eh, are you ok with all of this?' I looked at my mother and I knew what I needed to say. 'Yea, it's no big deal I said (I lied). I do like to sing, the kids are nice, and who knows, it could lead to something nice like a scholarship.' 'Well that's it then, you will give it your best shot.' 'So honey,' my mom reiterated to my dad, 'make sure you understand that some days Alan could be in a some type of feminine wear as he needs to feel 'female' in order to project a feminine aura on stage. Ok. What we need from you is support, ok.' My mother had a way to manipulate my dad. 'What do we call Alan when he is drag' my dad inquired laughing. 'Alan will not be in 'drag' but in 'character' playing a 'role.' And we will refer to him, no her, as Ally.' 'Alan/Ally will need our full support on this.' ? I think my father just lost his 'son' for the summer. I stayed in the kitchen to help my mom clean up from lunch. Usually I would do something with my dad in the afternoon but not any more. This conversation just changed our family structure - for worse or for better. I did not know. I spent the rest I'd the afternoon helping my mom with her chores. It was like she now had a daughter who needed to quickly learn what a women's role consisted of in our household. For dinner that night, mom wanted me to help her make a special meal for dad including a fancy desert. She also wanted me to dress a little fem for dinner so dad would start to see me in a new light. So an hour before dinner my mother took me upstairs and had me take a bubble bath to start feeling 'girly.' Bubbly baths do make one, or at least me, feel girly. I finished my bath and dried off with a large pink bath towel. My mother laid out an outfit from one of Sarah's boxes for me to wear tonight for the special dinner with dad. She did not want me to shock my father with my new 'gurly' appearance so the outfit was real subdued. I wore a simple black bra under a simple white sleeveless blouse and a black floral skirt with black leggings. Rather dull, I would say. But with my hair pulled back and just a touch of eye make up, I looked like a cute 12 year young lady. The effect my mother wanted. My mother told me that it would be important for me to think, act, and believe I am my father's daughter. This would be good practice for any future singing stage roles and most important, for my father to accept and feel comfortable at home with my occasional female practice routines. Oh, well. Let 's see what happens and how my father reacts when he sees his Romero as a young cute sissy, no young cute lady. Think positive Ally. My mother called my father to come in from the den for supper. I was bringing a salad over to the table when our eyes met. He looked at me with a surprised look and then his eyes drifted from my face down to my feet. He was taking in all of my new look and how I projected myself as a young lady. I smiled and pulled his chair out for him to sit. How could he resist liking his new cute little daughter I thought? He couldn't. He sat right down and said thank you 'Ally!' It was done. I had won him over, at this point. At dinner he said he could not believe how much I looked like a girl and acted like a girl in such short time. My mother interject that I was a 'natural.' Natural good actor (not girl - she left out). So in one day, one dinner, I had become the new daughter of the family. My relationship had changed with both my mother and my father. My mother thought she had a new daughter, and my father treated me like his new daughter. How did I feel? Not sure. I like wearing Sarah's clothes but once you introduce others into the equation - parents, society, etc. everyone and everything has its affect and impact on you. Expectations, disappointments, challenges and I suppose, opportunities. So for the balance of that evening, I was the new daughter in our home. I was referred to as 'Ally,' treated like a daughter, and really felt like a daughter. When it was time for bed, my mother suggested I give my 'daddy' a good night kiss. In one way this seemed awkward, but in another it seemed perfectly normal. So with role /family expectations, I proceeded to not only kiss my daddy good night, but I sat in his lap, snuggled in, and then gave him a kiss in his neck. He was shock at first, then I felt him relax, and he put his arms around me and kisses my hair. Our new relationship was cemented. I was his little girl. My mother tucked me in that night and she was so pleased with me and the acceptance of me by my father that she said we could now accelerate things. What things? She also said she needed to 'take care' of my father tonight for being such a good sport. How does one 'take care' of her husband I wondered? As I laid in my bed that night again in panties and my baby doll I thought about the fact that in less than one week's time I had gone from moving a few boxes of Sarah's clothes to sleeping in baby dolls and panties, to dressing and acting like a girl in public and at home, to kissing and cuddling with my 'daddy.' Yikes. What lay ahead?