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Of Course, Mariah's Story:
A son is manipulated by his mother, with the aid of his sister to become
feminine, submissive and to mold him into their image. They do so to gain
revenge on the husband and father who left them knowing he would have
hated this happening. Does the son hate this or is what he always
secretly wished for?
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My mother never wished for a son. On numerous occasions mother would
state she wished I had been born a girl. I believe after my father had
left her for another women it would have been easier for her two raise
two daughters rather then a son and daughter. It must have been very
difficult for Mother to have her husband leave her when she was pregnant
with me. My mother and sister are the reason I have become the person I
am today.
My mother and sister were both dominate and were the queen and princess
of the household. They both despised my father for leaving them and did
not wish for me to turn into the man he was. For instance, I was not
allowed to partake in sports because my father was a sports fanatic. I
was allowed to play with my Barbie Dolls which mother would always
purchase for me for Christmas, birthdays and when I was being a "good
girl." My father, a self - proclaimed man's man would have of coursed
despised seeing his son playing with Barbie dolls. I believe this is the
reason Mother had me play with them.
My chores consisted of housekeeping, sewing and preparing meals for
Mother and Sister. Mother would have me wear a pinafore as I preformed my
chores as she did not wish me to sully my clothing. I remember my
favorite was a full body baby blue satin pinafore. I simply adored the
large deep pleated stand up frilly straps that went over my shoulders.
The pinafore tied in the rear and had extra long satin sashes that Mother
would tie into an overly large bow. I knew I was essentially my mother's
and sister's housekeeper and I enjoyed the role I was so generously given
to by them. They would assume I despised it but I never did.
My sister enjoyed having a maid and loved to order me what to do and how
to act. She was six years older then me and was in charge of me when
Mother was preoccupied. I was in love with her bedroom and always wished
it was mine. It was heavenly being in there when I would make her bed,
dusted and placed her laundry away. Her closet was full of beautiful
clothing I adored, worshipped and wished to wear. She would threaten me
to dress me up as a girl but to my utter disappointment she never would.
I truly wished she did. Her denial of wearing her clothing only fueled my
desire further to wear them more. It was forbidden fruit.
Sister would always refer to me as her sissy. For one of my birthdays she
gave to me a pretty necklace that had shiny round tag which said sissy. I
simply adored the gift and always wore it; even to this day I still wear
it. My sister was my idol and one of my role - models and I of course
copied and mimicked her. Mother of course showed Sister the most love so
I decided to be like Sister so Mother would love us the same. Sister
loved to tease me with the fact that I was not allowed to go on mother
daughter shopping trips. Sister would always model her beautiful new
dresses in front of me when she returned from said trip. I so envied her.
Mother was my heroine, superior and instructor. Of course I wished to be
just like her when I grew up. She was a strong, powerful and a dominant
woman. I am not sure if she was always this way but I believe this is how
she became after father left her. Mother was beautiful and radiant, ultra
- feminine and detested masculinity. She loved to dominate men after
father left her and was referred to as Mistress by her male subjects.
They showered her with beautiful gifts and tributes just to be dominated
by her. She stated a man's place in this world was beneath her six inch
stiletto heel. Being born with the disease Mother called manhood my place
was beneath Mother's lovely high heel.
Mother taught me how to act and behave. I was taught by my mother to
always sit with my legs crossed and place my hands in my lap. It was
completely unacceptable for me to sit in any other fashion. I also was
shown how to walk properly. Mother would have me practice taking tiny
dainty steps, instructing me to shorten my stride and be ladylike. She
would tell me to imagine myself as a woman, to release my inner female
and to walk like she does. There I would be in front of Mother mincing,
wiggling my hips, imitating her sexy and seductive walk she used to
captivate her subjects. Of course I adored doing this and did not wish it
to be any other way.
I would sit with mother at her vanity while I brushed her long lovely
golden locks. If I was on best feminine behavior during this time Mother
would reward me with the gift of polishing her nails. Mother would wear
the most stunning sensuous lingerie during these intimate moments. I was
in love with the black soft - net peignoir she would wear on some nights
and would have loved to wear such a delicious delicate. The peignoir was
daring and divine, sultry and seductive. It had luscious long sleeves
with beautiful lace trim at the cuffs and an extra long satin tie sash at
the waist. I adored the satin collar which had an accompanying satin
string that she tied into a lovely bow at the back of her neck. The gown
was edged in the prettiest lace adding to Mother's dramatic look, she
reminded me of a Hollywood starlet when she wore this peignoir.
I treasured my mother's lingerie and loved hand washing her delicates.
Mother would say lingerie is for women and not for a boy. She would add
if I had been born a girl I would be able to wear such delights but
unfortunately I was born a male. I started to cry one night when Mother
stated this and told her how I also wished I had been born female. Mother
smiled when I said this and drew me to her large perfumed beautiful
bosom. She consoled me and wiped away my tears. She commended me for
stating this and told me my comment was my beginning of my transcendence
into womanhood. Mother was extremely pleased and excited with my
revelation. I knew she would be. I was always so happy and eager to
please her.
As my feminine behaviors and mannerism began to reach there pinnacle
Mother decided I was now allowed to grow my hair as long as my sisters.
At this point in time I was only allowed to have crew cuts which I deeply
despised. I was highly envious of my sister's length of hair and so
desired it to be long like hers. I fantasized about the different styles
I would wear my lovely locks. With time and patience my hair was one day
as long as my sisters. Mother stated if I ever acted like a boy she would
cut off all my pretty locks so I was always on my best feminine behavior
of course. As time progressed it just felt natural to be feminine, I was
just being me and it never was an act or behavior.
Mother was also kind enough to purchase me my very first bra and panties
set when I became the appropriate age. My first bra was made in shiny
white satin, adorned with cute satin detailed flower buds on top of
lovely little satin bows. The bra also had a flattering plunge neckline
that was edged in delicate lace and had a ribbon in the front that she
tied into a charming bow. My panties were double - lined with soft satin
and had a detailed rose with hanging bows in the front. They also had two
layers of patterned lace and at the rear two shiny - glass silk roses
with satin bows trimmed with lace.
I had never worn such delicates before and I loved the way they felt. I
also loved the way they looked on me. I was a bit disappointed as my bra
cups were barren but Mother stated it would not always be this way. She
thought I would have hated to hear this but in fact I was ecstatic to
hear this. Mother placed a luxurious white super - shiny crepe satin robe
around me, tied the waist tie into a brilliant bow and sat me at her
vanity. She brushed my long golden locks and styled my hair into a side
pony - tail. Mother then applied two coats of clear nail polish to my now
manicured finger nails. I was so happy and thrilled to share these
moments with her.
Then one day when Mother beckoned me to her bedroom. My sister's birthday
was on this day and she asked me if I wished to surprise her with a
delightful gift. I wanted to make my sister's sweet sixteenth birthday
special so I agreed to do whatever Mother asked of me. Mother stated she
would enjoy the gift as well and that things would be different for all
us from this day on.
Mother dressed me in a beautiful Baby Bow dress that had once belonged to
my sister when she was younger. It was one of the sweetest, prettiest and
most beautiful dresses I had ever seen her wear. The dress had a delicate
fold down collar that was trimmed in lace and had a fixed satin bow in
the center. The bodice had two pretty bows on the chest area and they
were edged with lace. The dress had large puff ball satin sleeves which
had an overlay of see through shiny glass silk. The sleeves were edged in
the prettiest of pretty lace as was the hem of the dress. The full
pleated skirt had two lovely layers, the under layer was satin while the
over layer was see - through glass silk. The dress was elastic at the
waist for a perfect fit and had a satin ribbon running through it that
mother tied into an overly large feminine bow.
Underneath my dress mother had me wear a white petticoat that sat just
beneath my chest. The petticoat had satin shoulder straps which she
adjusted for a perfect fit and made my dress stand out to the fullest.
The petticoat had layers upon layers of satin with pleated ruffle glass -
silk at the hem. The very top layer of my petticoat was decorated with
the cutest satin bows. Mother then added an overly large hair flower to
my ensemble. There was a stunning lace doily at the top of the flower
with fixed satin hanging bows. I wore a pair of white stockings that were
made in a super soft net and felt so lovely against my soft skin.
The two - tone bowtie shoe I wore with my outfit were adorable of course.
They had a thick strap that went over the shoe, had an adjustable buckle
and large attachable bows at the top of the shoe. While I was bit
disappointed they were flats and not heels mother assured me I would
spend many days in stiletto heels in the future. She believed I would
have detested this but of course I would not.
Mother escorted me to a full length mirror to show me my true reflection.
I was excited, curious and wet with anticipation. I looked at my new self
and fell instantly in love with the young lady looking back at me. I was
beautiful and pretty, cute and sassy. I looked like a younger version of
my magnificent mother and sensational sister. Mother was correct of
course, I should have been born a girl.
Mother had me wait in her bedroom when my sister arrived home. I kept
admiring myself in the mirror during this time, I twirled and I danced, I
loved the rustle my petticoat made when I did this. I became lost in the
moments because when I turned around I saw mother and sister standing in
the doorway. I am not sure how long they stood there but they did witness
what I had been doing. Mother and sister were both smiling, obviously
enthused with what they saw. I was playing my part perfectly.
Mother turned to sister and said that she now had the little sister she
always wanted. Both my sister and I were shocked to hear this. My sister
always made the same birthday wish every year, to have a little sister
and her wish came true on her sixteenth birthday. Sister stated how
adorable and pretty I was and then gave me the most loving hug she had
ever given me. Sister simply loved the new and improved me. People would
often comment how similar we looked as I became older. Sister was so
happy to have a sister who looked up to her and wanted to be just like
her. She would have me twirl and swish my petticoats for her in the
clothes she passed down to me. My wish had also come true; I was wearing
my sister's clothes.
Mother and sister began to refer to me as Mariah after I made a comment
about how beautiful I thought Mariah Carey was and how I loved her sense
of style. I stated this purposely as this was the name I wished I had.
Mother stated she would make an excellent role model for me. My sister
stated the reason I wanted to be like her was because I wished to have
breast as bountiful as hers. I could only blush when she stated this
because she was correct and it was true. Mother and Sister both thought I
was blushing because I was embarrassed and would not want to have
breasts. Mother assured me I would be as bountiful as her and sister one
day.
Mother also began to bring me with them on their mother and daughter
dates. Mother no longer considered me her son and saw me now as her
second daughter. I was now dressed up full time as a girl. Mother stated
the candy she gave to me would help me develop into a woman. I was so
happy to hear this and always enjoyed my special treats. I was fearing my
teenage years at this time so I was ecstatic that I would not grow up and
become like my father. She stated my treats were made of sugar and spice
and everything nice but I knew what they truly were.
The first dress mother ever purchased solely for me was a darling baby
doll mod dress for my first mother and daughter date. The dress was super
cute and adorable, bright and beautiful. The dress the dress was cast in
an unlined crepe shift silhouette in eye catching fuchsia; sweet prissy
princess seems and had a vibrant white Peter Pan collar. Mother had me
wear sheer pantyhose that were decorated with lovely sweet pink woven
hearts. My shoes were a pair of white bow flats which had a slim round
toe design and small accent bows.
Mother applied light makeup to enhance my natural beauty. I loved sitting
at her vanity as she applied my makeup and styled my hair. I had watched
and fallen in love with the way she seductively painted her lips. She
styled my hair into high fluffy pigtails and tied them with two super
duper cute bows. Mother then handed me a fuchsia patent and white bow
ship shape purse. Mother placed my cosmetic in my purse so I could touch
up my lipstick when need, spritz on new perfume and some sanitary
napkins. Mother hugged me tightly in her arms and kissed me softly on my
cheek. She had rarely if ever hugged me before I became a full time girl.
I could understand why she would not want to hug me when I was a boy. At
that point in time I reminded her of her former husband and the pain he
caused her.
It was wonderful to finally be able to experience the joys of mother and
daughter dates. I walked through the mall with my sister on one side and
my mother on the other holding their hands. Mother bought me the most
beautiful pretty dresses to add to my ever increasing wardrobe. They were
all pink of course as mother said girls wear pink. The only color I was
ever was allowed to wear was blue because blue is what boys wear. Mother
would tell me how horrible a color it was on me but because I was a boy I
had to wear this color. I grew up hating the color blue, mother was right
of course; I look horrible in blue but pretty in pink.
Mother enrolled me in an exclusive all girls' school and my days of home
schooling came to an end. The Head Mistress knew I was born with the
disease of manhood and was thrilled to hear Mother was choosing to
petticoat me and me become a female. She mentioned she had petticoated a
few raunchy boys in her time including her own two. She had a picture of
her now lovely daughters on her desk who also attended the school.
Mother stated I must always make straight A's or I would be taken out of
the school and return to living as a boy. Hearing this always made me
strive to do my best and have a perfect 4.0 GPA. Mother was thrilled when
I graduated high school Valid Victorian, voted most likely to succeed and
most popular girl in the school.
Everything was beautiful and perfect. I had grown and developed into
beautiful women. At the age of eighteen I had my boy bits had been
removed and there were no longer any traces of me being born a male. I
was so thankful and relieved. I began college and decided to major in
business management as I wish to open my own boutique. My mother was a
highly successful and had a degree in business management as well.
Then one day my mother came to me. She stated father had called her and
wished to meet me. Mother held me in her loving arms and said she wanted
me to meet him. I knew mother wanted her former husband see the woman his
son had become. I knew it would help her to move on further from the pain
he caused her. I agreed but requested mother choose what I wore when I
met him. She happily agreed.
Mother chose for me to wear a black open back sequined cocktail dress the
night I met father. The dress was incredibly sexy, glittery and glamorous
while still remaining refined. The dress had a deep v - neck bodice to
display my beautiful bountiful breasts. I had true delicious Double D
breasts now and my dress was chosen to show them off. The sultry low open
back was sure to turn heads while the slim - line pencil skirt hugged my
luscious curvaceous curves down to my knees.
Mother applied my make up on this night. The look she chose was very
sultry and sexy. She added false eyelashes to add greater length to my
already long lashes. She painted my lips a sexy divine radiant red that
made them oh so kissable. She styled my hair in a pretty up do as she
wanted my earrings to be shown off.
I wore a pair of classic black leather stiletto heels. My sexy heels had
a dainty pointed toe and a sleek five inch heel with a hidden platform
for a lustrous lift. Mother had me wear a vintage styled black faux fur
stole scarf which made me feel glamorous when she placed it around me. My
chic frock added a graceful statement to my dress while the exquisite
satin lining added the perfect amount of polished posh.
I wore a 14k white gold diamond heart pendent which had a timeless design
which made my pendent both enduring and endearing. I also wore a pair of
three inch asscher - cut bezel - set 18k white gold diamond drop
earrings. My final piece of jewelry was a two - stone solitaire 14k white
gold diamond ring which looked lovely paired with my red hot red
manicured nails.
I looked absolutely stunning; I was a sexy starlet, a vixen, a fox and a
minx. Mother and sister both approved of my look and took meticulous
steps in designing my style for the night. While they were dressed to the
nines as well, their look was more conservative but they both looked
devilishly sexy.
The three of us met father at a local high class restaurant as mother
knew he would not make a scene in such a place. An over weight bald man
approached us who mother stated was my father. If the man who planted my
seed was ever handsome his looks had surely diminished and deteriorated.
He looked to the left and right multiple times as he engaged mother in
small talk before finally questioning where his son was.
Mother smiled and with a devilish grin stated he had no son he had two
daughters. It took the poor man a few moments to truly comprehend what my
beautiful mother meant by this but when his tiny mind grasped what she
meant his eyes grew wide in shock and horror. He looked at me evidently
rattled, perplexed and at a lost for any true words to speak. The bald
fat man could only muster my long forgotten and never used boy name. I
simply batted my long eyelashes when he said it and then said my name is
Mariah Daddy.
I purposely stood up and twirled so he could see the beautiful women,
sister and daughter I had become. I wanted him to see my breast in all
their glory, take in my feminine beauty and shape, to see my sexy
ensemble. The old man simply shook his head in disbelief and then lowered
it into a further deeper disbelief. He turned around is his sulk and
muttered under his breath about his son becoming a girl. He walked away
again and we never heard from him again.
I took my seat with my role - models, my creators, the women who
introduced me to womanhood and all the joys that come with being female.
Some might say I was nothing more then a pawn in my mother's game of
revenge against my father, her former husband. I do not see it that way
as I became the person who I truly wish, wanted and longed to be. I was
the person my mother and sister wanted me to be. I was a beautiful and
sexy, powerful and intelligent female just like them.
I was always aware of what my treats truly were. I knew mother pushed me
towards being feminine and showed me love when I became her daughter. I
understood that mother and sister both took their anger and pain out on
me for father leaving and in some ways blamed me for it. I knew what my
sister meant when she told me I was a sissy and called me her sissy. I
also knew Mother would never have cut my longs lock or taken me out of
the all girls' school I attended. She wanted revenge on my fater by
turning his only son into a woman.
Yet I was very honest with mother from the beginning, I wished I had been
born a female. I realized this when I was very young even before mother
pushed me to be feminine. Mother wished I was her second daughter and I
also wished to be her second daughter. I was the one who actually
contacted my father and asked him to call mother and ask if he could meet
me. I wanted to see my father's reaction when he saw me as the woman I
had grown up to be. I did tell him some white lies that I was a star
football player in high school and had a hot cheerleader girlfriend. I
detested sports and always loved playing with my Barbie's instead. I even
included a picture of a man from the local area dressed in his football
attire and stated this was a picture of me. When he was looking around he
was actually looking for the man in the picture.
I see no reason to feel guilty about this as he did abandon us. My father
leaving us when I was younger caused us all so much pain but me becoming
a woman helped us all to heal and grow closer together. The three of us
were able to finally move forward and put the man who hurt us in his
place.
We raised our champagne glasses and made a toast. What did we toast to
one may wonder, we made a toast to being women of course.
The End of this tale...
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