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A mother begins to feminize her son who was always feminine and beautiful. She instills upon him the want, the desire to become a woman. He, later on she, loves this and gives into his unknown desire to be a vivacious, sexy and beautiful lady. He will become the perfect proper daughter, a powerful woman and a true Goddess. Mother's Love: A Goddess Awakens My father had left my mother when I was a child. I know he caused her a great amount of pain when he left. Since those days I have always wished to make Mother happy and do what ever she asked of me. I am very obedient to her, never a handful and always considered myself a momma's boy. I do not really remember my dad but I was angry and very disappointed with him for leaving and hurting my Mother. When my mother told me my father did not like something I always wanted to try it or do it. One of the reasons I kept my brilliant golden blond hair so long was because Mother said Father did not think men should never ever have their air long. I also decided to take ballet classes and drama classes because Mother said Father would have strictly been against this. I always thought by doing this it was a way for me to get back at Father for hurting us. Mother knew this about me and used this to bend me to her steel toned will. Mother and I were very close and this was the way we both preferred it to be. She was my heroine, my idol and I looked to her for guidance. My beautiful Mother was my world. When Mother would visit the salon or shop for clothing I would escort her. She truly enjoyed it when I took an interest in her love for fashion, beauty and femininity. These trips were really the only time I left our home. I did always have fun during our Mother and son outings. I would help Mother select her clothes and offer my opinions on the outfits she tried on. At the salon Mother and I would have our hair done together. It was very important to my Mother that I keep my long hair well maintained and styled. We would also have manicures and pedicures together. Mother said if I wished to continue ballet classes I would need to maintain a proper beauty routine. I was home schooled by Mother and teachers personally selected by her. All of my instructors were women as Mother thought it was best for me to be taught by women as she did not wish for me to be around men. She felt men would be a poor influence on me and I may become like my father being around them. My ballet instructor was my favorite; she was very nice to me and was very special to Mother. They were very close and Mother truly loved being with her. When I turned eighteen and finished my studies I began assisting Mother in her home office. My mother was a powerful persuasive lawyer who had a talent for getting her own way. While she had an office in town, some days she preferred working from home. Mother believed it would be good practice and experience for me to do this as she wished for me to follow in her high heel footsteps and become a lawyer myself. When I helped Mother I would wear a pair of leggings and a simple top. One day Mother said to me that even though I was working at home I should dress in professional attire. Since I had been home - schooled my clothing mostly consisted of leotards, leggings and dance tops. These were the clothes I always preferred to wear. Mother said she would take care of this matter and leave clothing on her bed that was professional and would suit me perfectly. When I entered my mother's bedroom I was rather surprised to see the clothing she had laid out for me to wear for the day. At first I thought the clothing was for her but when I looked over at her while she was seated at her vanity she was fully dressed in one of her powerful power suits. She and I loved these types of outfits, when she wore them she easily dominated and emasculated men. The top she had chosen for me to wear was a short sleeve black cropped sweater that had a bow embellishment at the neckline. The pants were different from what I usually wore as they had a high waistline, were soft and stretchy and tapered to a length that would sit to just about my ankle. The shoes had a slim round toe design and like the sweater had small accent bows. Mother always spoke to me about woman's fashion so I had a high knowledge of ladies garments. "Mom, where are the clothes you wish me to wear?" I asked her. "They are on the bed silly," she said as she got up from her vanity seat and came walking towards me. "These clothes are a bit girly Mom. I thought when you said you lay out professional clothes for me it would be a button down shirt and tie." "Honey you hate those types of shirts and you hate wearing ties. It is so difficult to find clothes for you sweetie; you are so petite and demure for a boy your age. These clothes were the best I could find for you." Mother was right; I was rather small for a boy my age. I was only five - foot six and weighed a hundred and ten pounds. I always hoped for a growth spurt but one never came. Due to the ballet classes and exercise Mother had me perform I had a small waist, a flat stomach and developed a sylphlike figure. I was smaller and more demure then other boys my age. "But the shoes have bows on them." "Those are tassels dear, not bows, now get changed Johnny. I have picked out nice clothing for you to wear and we have work to do. I would hate for you to disappoint me like your father did by not wearing the clothes I chose for you." I always hated when mother would say this, I never wanted to disappoint her like father did so I agreed to wear the clothes. I began to change as Mother left the room and went to her home office. The briefs Mother had chosen for me were high waisted and had a teardrop panel in the front. They were different from what I was accustomed to wearing but Mother always knew what was best for me. I placed on the sweater and then the pants. I then slipped on the pair of shoes that had tassels and not bows on them I told myself. I looked in the mirror and felt a bit silly about what I wearing but I did not wish to disappoint Mother. The clothes did fit me perfectly and I did look rather nice in them. I really liked how soft the clothing was. I went into her office and took my seat. Mother was very pleased to see me wearing the office attire she had chosen for me to wear. She said I looked very nice and very professional. She had me stand up and do a twirl in front of her. Mother had set up an area for me to work; she referred to it as the reception area. My job consisted of answering incoming calls, taking messages, filing and other clerical duties. I would also make my mother tea and prepare her lunch. Mother also had a small bell which she kept on her desk and would ring it when she needed me. Even though she was seated only a few feet away from me she said it was more professional to ring the bell then to call out to me. When mother would ring her bell I would approach her desk and say 'How may I help you Mother Dearest?' She said this would teach me respect and how to properly address people in a professional manner. After I prepared and had lunch with Mother I sat with her at her vanity as she touched up her make -up. She once again complimented me on how adorable I looked. She spritzed on some perfume and the sprayed some on me as well. I was a little taken back by this. "What do you think of my new perfume Johnny?" "It smells nice," I replied. "But why did you spray me with it as well?" I asked curiously. "So you could smell it silly, it will wear off, plus it will make you smell pretty sweetie. Wouldn't you like to smell pretty like Mommy sweetie?" I knew the answer my Mother wanted to hear and told her I would love to smell pretty like her. This made Mother so very happy. She was beaming with joy and hugged me and told me how pretty I smelled and looked. I so loved making Mommy happy. As I finished the day I prepared Mother her dinner and evening cup of tea. She complimented me once again on how cute I looked in the outfit and then told me it was time to retire to bed. I took my nightly bath and washed off the perfume she sprayed me with. I did admit to myself that I did smell pretty and actually enjoyed wearing perfume. I looked in my mirror to see if my swelling had improved. I was still self - conscious about the swelling in my chest area but Mother said not to worry about this for now. I wrapped my fluffy blue towel around my chest just as Mother taught me to do. I retired to my bedroom and changed into my pajamas. I slipped into my bed and laid my head down and swore I could smell Mother's perfume on my pillow. The next morning Mother once again had laid out the outfit she wished for me to wear. I was hesitant again about wearing what she chose for me but I did not wish to disobey her. I looked in the mirror and felt a bit silly about what I was wearing but thought the color I was wearing looked nice on me. I was wearing a burgundy red jumpsuit that had petal cap sleeves and was seemed at the waist. The shoes Mother had chosen for me to wear were a pair of two inch dark brown pumps that had a T - strap buckle over the vamp. I had never worn heels before and felt a bit odd wearing them. They were not as difficult to walk in as I thought they would be. I guess because I took ballet and walked on my toes it was easy for me to adjust to them. I went downstairs to prepare tea for my mother. It was strange hearing the clicking of my heels when I walked about the house. When I entered the kitchen my mother smiled brilliantly when she saw me. I was a little taken back, not only by this but also by the fact she was still in her pajamas. "Johnny you look wonderful," She said with enthusiasm but then began to laugh. "Honey that was the outfit I was going to wear today," She added. I felt a bit foolish when Mother said this. Here I stood before her in her clothing and a pair of high heel shoes. Little did I know at the time my mother had no intention of wearing this outfit. She knew how obedient I was to her and that I would have worn whatever clothing she laid out for me to wear. "I'm sorry Mother; I thought this was the clothing you laid out for me to wear on your bed like you did yesterday. I will go change." "There is no need to honey, you are already dressed and the color looks fabulous on you. I have plenty of clothes to wear. So why don't keep the outfit on sweetie, it would make me so happy." I was a bit surprised Mother wished for me to stay dressed in woman's attire for the day. I chose not to say anything and abide by my Mother's wishes. Plus I liked that Mother thought the color looked fabulous on me. I have never worn such a pretty color before and I always adored the beautiful colors Mother always wore. Mother also began to treat me differently on this day. She started to direct my movements and began teaching me how to walk properly in heels. She had me shorten my stride, to put one foot in front of the other, to place my toe down first then my heel. By the end of the day I was taking dainty mincing ladylike steps, swinging my hips and walking like my mother does. Mother was very approving of my behavior and I so desperately wanted to be like her. I was rather sad to take off my jumpsuit at the end of the day. I did like the way I looked and felt in it. I really loved all the compliments Mother gave me throughout the day. I was happy to take off the shoes as they hurt my feet a bit after wearing them all day. Mother said this was the price of being beautiful and a fashionista. I never thought of myself as a fashionista before but Mother said if I was anything like her I would blossom into one. I did not wish to be like my father and Mother very much knew this. I placed on my new pair of pajamas Mother had bought for. It was like the outfit I worn today, they were a blue plush pj jumpsuit with cartoon sheep taking a nap. The pj jumpsuit was so cute and adorable. I dreamed of being a fashionista like Mother that night and be nothing like my father. When I awoke the next morning I found my mother sitting at her vanity wiping away a tear. I knew today was the anniversary of my father leaving her and that she would be feeling bad. I placed her tea on her vanity and gave her hug. "Please don't cry Mommy," I said hoping to console her. "I'll be fine honey. I am just feeling down because of the day," she said in a sad and sullen voice. "Is there anything I could do cheer you up Mom?" Mother shook her head no. "No dear, there is nothing you can do. Between today being the anniversary of your father leaving us and the mistake I made I don't think anything can cheer me up." "What mistake Mom?" I asked. "I bought this beautiful dress to wear and I just now realized it is the wrong size. I wanted to look beautiful and feel special on this day that's why I bought the dress. I don't even have the receipt to return it and now it will just go to waste." Mother stood up, took me by my hand and led me to the bed. The dress she had bought was lying on the bed and she picked it up to show me. When she held it up, she smiled as she had a brilliant idea and placed the dress up to me. "You know honey; I think this dress would fit you perfectly. It maybe too small for me but it is the perfect size for you." "But Mom, it's a dress...I'm a boy, boys don't wear dresses." "Honey, you spent all day yesterday wearing heels and one of my jumpsuits. It would also make Mommy very, very happy if you play dress up with me today, especially on a day where I feel so sad." I felt trapped. I did not wish my mom to continue to feel sad and I did not wish to see her sad. She was right; I did spend the day dressed in her clothes and heels. I was confused, I wasn't really sure if I wanted to wear a dress but I really did wish to make my mother happy. "You know sweetie, if you did wear this dress you'll be a fashionista just like me. Your father would never wanted you be a fashionista and would have never have approved of you wearing a dress. When my Mother said this all I wanted to do was spite my father. It was the finishing touches and how my Mother first coaxed me into wearing a dress. "I'll do it Mom, I will wear the dress." Mother was so ecstatic when I proclaimed this. She gave me a loving hug and told me how happy she was. Mother had me disrobe and helped me into the dress. Mother was insistent that since I was in ballet classes that I was to keep my body hair groomed. I was bit embarrassed about my chest swellings but Mother assured me that in time I would not be so self - conscious about them. The underwear Mother chose for me to wear were different from what I had worn before. Instead of the plain white polyester briefs I had always worn these were made of silk, were very soft and very pretty. They felt tender against my soft skin and I loved the luxurious smoothness. The dress Mother had me wear was a kelly green and white polka dot swing dress. The dress had a gathered, peasant style bodice, a scoop neckline and cap sleeves. The dress also had a flare cut circle skirt that flowed gracefully down to my knees and ended in a subtle ruffled mermaid hem. Mother was right; the dress did fit me perfectly. I wore a pair of matching Kelly green heart cut out heels They were different from the ones I wore the prior day as they had heart shape cut outs, a heart shaped peep toe and decorative bows. The heel was higher then the ones I learned to walk in as these had a four inch heel. I was not sure about wearing heels again but Mother said if I want to be a fashionista like her I should wear shoes that complimented my dress. Mother styled my long golden blond hair into a side ponytail. In the past she had styled into a bun when I attended my ballet classes but never like this before. Mother said this was proper dress for the class. She styled the ponytail with a yellow ribbon saying the color would very much compliment my outfit. Then to my surprise Mother had me close my eyes and fastened her 18k white gold cultured pearl necklace on me. Mother had never let me touch this necklace and I knew it was one of her favorites. I was so happy Mother was going to let me wear this; it was so loving of her to let me wear it. Mother took me by my hand and led me to her full length mirror. I remembered Mothers teachings from yesterday and took dainty mincing lady like steps. When I looked in the mirror I was rather surprised. I did not look as foolish as I thought I would. The dress fit me wonderfully, the color on me was fabulous and I thought I looked rather pretty. "What a beautiful fashionista you make sweetie," Mother said as I blushed Mother had me do a twirl for her to show off the dress. She then began my lessons on how to be a fashionista. She said this was very important and I would spend the day practicing being one. Mother had me practice walking in heels as she sat and looked on. I made smooth delicate movements, took short steps and developed a flow and fluidity to my walk. I pranced and minced about the living room, my hips wiggling and my chest out. I did not mind having my chest swellings while I did this. I started to like the click - clack - click my heels made as I minced about. She also taught me how to sit when wearing a dress, to cross my legs and how to smooth my dress properly. Mother had me practice sitting down again and again, crossing, uncrossing and then crossing my legs. At first it felt a bit unnatural but after a while I found by doing this it started to feel very natural to me, almost a second nature. Mother also taught me how to curtsy. I lowered my head, bent my knees slightly and took my skirt between my thumbs and first two fingers. I gently pulled my skirt to each side, extended my pinkies and placed my right foot behind my left one. I lowered myself down into a curtsy, then slowly with grace, returned to an upright position. Mother said this was a very beautiful way for me to show love to her and appreciation for all she had done for me. Whenever I would enter or exit the room Mother had me perform a curtsy. She had me do this several time until she was completely satisfied with my curtsy. I prepared Mother and myself lunch and dinner for that day. Mother was insistent that I wear an apron as not to sully my lovely new dress while I did this. I found a bit odd Mother referred to the dress as mine and not hers, I did not discuss this with her. Mother had tied the apron around my waist into a grand and feminine bow. Mother looked on happily as I minced to the kitchen table, limp wristed and my heels clicking on the tile floor. I took my seat, smoothed out my dress and crossed my legs. "You are looking so lovely today Johnny. You truly are a fashionista; your father would have hated you being one." "Thank you Mother Dearest.' I said as I stood up, preformed a proper curtsy and then took my seat again. I did not even notice when I sat that I automatically smoothed out my skirt and crossed my legs but Mother did. I really enjoyed the time I was spending with Mother. She was very happy with my behavior and touched that I would wear the dress for her. The more I acted like a fashionista the more approving and affectionate she became. I actually enjoyed being one and Mother said I was a natural one. I confided to Mother that I felt a little silly and embarrassed that I was wearing a dress and high heels. Mother said there was no reason for me to feel this way. She said there are other boys and men who also choose to wear dresses. She showed me videos of men transforming themselves from a boy into a girl. There were men who dressed in pageant wear and were queens. There were even men who decided to become female and live their lives as women. I was not sure what to make of all of this. I looked through various videos as Mother finished some of her work. When the sun began to set Mother summoned me to her bedroom. Mother had me disrobe much to my disappointment. I had enjoyed the day, found the dress I wearing to be very comfortable and liked the way I looked in it. Mother must have sensed my disappointment because she told me I would enjoy what I would be wearing next. Mother had me wear a lipstick red satin nightgown on this night. The nightgown was simply stunning. It had a deep plunge bodice in both the back and front and the gown fell wonderfully wide at the bottom leaving a swirl as I minced about. There was delicate black lace at the hem; it was so striking against the vivid red. Mother paired my nightgown with gorgeous silky black satin robe trimmed with lace on the sleeves and hem. The robe had a tie sash that Mother tied into a delicate bow. I loved how super soft and silky it was and felt heavenly against my skin. I slipped on a pair of red satin bed heels. They had a three inch heel, a peep toe and red feathers embellished the vamp. I looked at my reflection in Mother's full length mirror and loved what I saw. I looked so pretty and even a bit sexy. I curtsied for mother before I took my seat at her vanity. Mother then began to brush my long golden locks. I loved when Mother would brush my hair, I felt so loved by her when she did this. It had been almost a year since she had last brushed my hair and felt a bit unloved because she had not done this in awhile. Now that she was brushing my hair again I felt so loved by her in this moment. "You look so beautiful Johnny; you look so pretty in your dress and lingerie. You have made Mommy so tremendously happy playing dress up with her. You are defiantly a fashionista like I am. You look so much like me when I was your age." I was smiling brilliantly as Mother complimented me. I was glad to make her happy. I was being the perfect son for her. What she said next took me by surprise. "You are so pretty for a boy, too pretty to be a boy. You're so delicate and gentle, sweet and sensitive. You should have been born a girl sweetie. I always wished I had a daughter and would have loved having one." "I have never been too fond of men since your father left us. In all honesty I don't think I could love a man ever again, not as a husband." I was horrified and scared as to what Mother had just said. I was becoming a man and was now afraid of being one. I did not wish to lose her love. I began to cry when Mother said this. She took me by my hand and led me to her bed. She cradled me in her arms and consoled me. "Don't worry my dear. Mother will always love you no matter who you choose to be." I went to bed soon after this. I still felt nervous and scared Mother would not love me. I felt so comfortable in my nightgown and enjoyed the time I spent with Mother on this day. I fell asleep wishing I was not a boy and a girl instead so that way I was my Mother's daughter. When I awoke Sunday I ran to my mother's bedroom to see if an outfit had been left out for me. I was sad and scared when I saw there was not one. I went into the kitchen to make my mother tea only to find her sitting at the table already drinking a cup. I was still wearing my nightgown, robe and bed heels. I curtsied to Mother who looked rather disappointed. "I see my son is finally awake," she said. "I burst into tears when Mother called me her son. She cradled me in her arms until I calmed down and was no longer so overcome by my emotion. I looked at Mother, a tear still rolling down my cheek and opened up to her. "I don't want to be your son; I want to be your daughter." Mother and I sat for awhile in silence. I was comfortable but so very scared and nervous about what she would think about my confession. She took me by my hand and led me into her bedroom. I took my seat at her vanity. While Mother and I did not speak and were both silent I believed I made the right decision about telling her I wanted to be her daughter. I sat quietly as Mother took her curlers and styling gel out of her vanity draw. She applied a dab of gel and then began to place the curlers into my hair. She rolled one, then another and they were held in place with bobby pins and clips. In all, Mother had set twelve curlers into my long golden blond hair. When she was done with the rollers she placed a pink net bonnet over my scalp. It was a strange sensation feeling the tight curlers tingling against my scalp but I was super excited to see how my hair would look when she was done styling it. While my curls set Mother polished my nails. She took a bottle of red nail polish and started polishing my nails. When she was finished my toenails and fingernails were painted a glossy rich red. I held out my hand and looked in amazement at my pretty red manicured fingernails. Mother applied a creamy liquid foundation to smooth my skin tone. Next was powder which she used to set the foundation making my skin appear softer. I had always had kept my eyebrows thin and with a high arch to them as this is how I preferred them. She then lined my eyes with dark eyeliner and added a light pink eyeshadow to my eyelids. Mother then added false eyelashes. She had me tip my head back, trimmed the false eyelashes and then expertly applied them. I now had thick, dark lashes and was in awe when they fluttered my doe - like eyes. She lined my lips with a red lip - liner and then applied a vivid red lipstick. The red she had chosen perfectly matched my nail polish. She then added blush, a circle of pretty pink blush adorned each of my cheeks. I looked like a pristine doll, a younger version of my beautiful Mother. Mother then had me place on a pair of shiny silk white panties, they had lace around the leg openings and waistline and a cute feminine bow adorned the center. Next Mother fastened a brassiere on me, she pulled the straps over my shoulders and I could feel the straps tighten as she adjusted it. The bra was white as well; which matched my panties and was adorned with lace trim. The strange part was my swellings fit perfectly in the cups of the brassiere. I then wore a pair of nude pantyhose, which I found similar to the tights I liked to wear. Mother then had me wear a lace trim full slip and two fluffy white chiffon petticoats. I could here the swish and the rustle of petticoats as I moved about. I enjoyed the sound they made and purposely moved around to hear them rustle. The dress I wore was a white and floral half sleeve swing dress. The dress had a gathered surplice - v - neckline, the half sleeves were trimmed and tailored and had a darling button detail. The dress had a beautiful floral Posey print, a thick banded natural waistline that gave me a minimized silhouette. The a - line skirt was ample and billowed down to my knees. The dress was crafted in a super soft satin which felt so lovely against my soft skin My heels were a timeless sleek white patent leather heels with a five inch heel and a perfectly pointed toe. The gloves I wore were a vintage antique white bow wrist gloves. They had a lightweight lace, a cute fabric bow and were accented with a charming floral appliqu?. I once again wore Mother's 18k white gold cultured pearl necklace. This time she added a lavish pair of classic pearl earrings that were the perfect finishing touch to my look. Mother removed the curlers from my hair, one by one, each full sweeping curl escaping their prison as she did so. When she was finished removing them I realized they gave me a soft, face - framing look, they had a springy movement and a voluptuous volume and a new feminine hairstyle. Mother spritzed me with perfume, the same she had done earlier in the week and a floral scent followed me wherever I went. Mother walked me to her full length mirror. I could hear my heels; yes my beautiful high heels make a staccato click as I walked towards the mirror. I also heard the sweet swishing of my dress, the ravishing rustling of my petticoats. I became aware of the zip my nylons made as I approached the mirror and noticed how more feminine my shapely legs looked in them. My dress was so beautiful, my hairstyle soft and feminine, completely befitting a princess such as myself. There was no boy in the mirror, there was a beautiful, pretty and dare I say sexxxy young lady looking back at me. I looked at myself in the mirror and the lovely girl who mimicked and mirrored my every movement and gesture. I was her and she was me. I twirled around and around, making my dress raise higher and higher with each twirl. Mother was right I should have been a girl. Mother looked on with sheer delight. She was so happy. She came over and hugged me, held me close. When she broke the hug she took my hands into hers and took in my new look. "You look so beautiful Johnny, you are a picture perfect," she said. "I no longer think the name Johnny fits you any longer. If you had been born a girl I would have named you Stephanie Paige and I think this name is completely befitting a young woman such as you. You are my daughter now Stephanie. Now tell Mother what she wishes to hear, do not disappoint me young lady." "I am Stephanie Paige and I am your daughter Mother," I said excitedly. Then, in this moment came realization. I was now Stephanie Paige and I was now my Mother's daughter. This is what my Mother always wished me to be, her daughter. Over the course of my life she had pushed me towards femininity, to enjoy ladies fashion and have a desire to become feminine. I did not wish to accept it at first that I was developing breasts but now I was thankful I was. Mother had placed me on hormone blockers before I entered my teens. I was now on female hormones and had developed lovely A - cup breasts. My hair was long, my movements were always graceful and feminine, now more so then ever before. The lessons and practices she had me perform unleashed my true self. I was divine Goddess like Mother. She knew I could never disappoint her, she instilled this onto me. If she was disappointed with me being born a boy then I would become a woman. Since she was disappointed by the fact I was her son then I would become her daughter. It was all done to spite my father. I loved it. He would have hated seeing his son become a woman; realize that I wanted to be one, to be a daughter and never a son. I had become Stephanie Paige on this day. I had emerged from my cocoon a butterfly, developed into a swan and been transformed by my fairytale (God) mother into the belle of the ball. I looked again into the full length mirror, struck a extremely ultra - feminine sexy pose and then blew myself a kiss. I had been remade, transformed by Mother into a wondrous wonderful woman. My journey in life had begun anew. I knew who and what I was now. I was a princess, my mother my queen and we would rule together as the strong, powerful women we were. "Mother Dearest," I said in a soft, high pitched feminine tone. "It is time we have our revenge against Father." To be continued....