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Mother's Love: Becoming a Goddess
Johnny, now Stephanie, falls deeper into the joys and loves of becoming
more and more like his Mother. His Mother continues his transformation
into her daughter, a woman and her reflection. His Mother had always
planned for him to be feminized and transformed into her extremely
feminine, obedient and beautiful daughter. She instills onto him to be
like her, to long for her love and acceptance. Dressed in the finest
lingerie, wearing her delicates and becoming more like her, how could he
refuse?
Chapter One: A Mother - Daughter Salon Day
I was thankful to have a Mother who decided early on in life I would
become a woman one day. Mother always knew what was best for me began to
feminize me, make me long to become not only a woman but her daughter as
well. I had fallen in love with being a woman and wanted nothing more
then to be my Mother's precious daughter and follow her in her high heel
footsteps.
Mother had decided a salon day was in order for us. While I had
accompanied Mother there when I was a son I was now walking in there as
her pristine daughter. It was our first true Mother Daughter Day and I
was ecstatic about this. Mother wished to continue to feminize me and
knew a pampering at the salon would help weaken any masculine tendencies
that may have still remained and help me to continue to blossom into the
feminine flower I was becoming.
I wore to the salon an adorable retro styled navy blue and white polka
dot off the shoulder stretch peasant top. I adored how the top had a
gathered paneled flattering bodice and binding around the scoop neckline.
The puffed sleeves were super cute and added a girly - girl girlish look
to my outfit. The top was paired perfectly with the high waist black
cigarette stretch leggings I wore. I loved the pair of five inch black
patent leather pointed toe pumps I had on, which were very sleek and very
triple x sexxxy. They were d'Orsay styled and had an arch revealing side
cut out.
I set off my picture perfect pin - up outfit with a fabulous blue and
white polka dot printed hair scarf. The scarf was a vintage inspired
chiffon scarf which was a perfect accessory. In the crook of my elbow I
carried a twin handled, polished and posh, black patent leather top frame
purse. I chose not to wear any jewelry on this occasion as Mother I would
be having our hair and nails done so she saw no reason for us to.
I held Mother's perfectly manicured hand as we entered the salon. The
salon was exquisite and beautifully decorated with soft feminine pastel
colors, modern furnishings and delicate d?cor. I loved the floral scent
of the products and perfumes that filled the salon, my masculinity faded
further and further away as I breathed in the heavenly scents. Mother and
I gracefully walked through the front waiting area as our stiletto heels
made their intoxicating staccato clicks. We were greeted by the lovely
receptionist of the salon. It had many months since I had last visited
and I wondered to myself if she would recognize me or know who I was.
"Good Morning Miss Bliss. The receptionist politely greeted us. "This
must be Stephanie; she so takes after you Miss Bliss. She is so very
beautiful and lovely. You look so much better as a woman then you ever
did as a boy Stephanie."
The receptionist did know who I was and that I was Johnny in a past life.
All of the women who knew Mother and I were perfectly aware that I chosen
to become a woman. None of them were surprised at all with my decision;
most of them assumed I would walk this path in life one day. They were
all very accepting, polite and very respectful of my decision. They all
referred to me as she or her, a woman or lady. I learned during the day I
was not the only former male customer they had who had the intelligence
to become a woman.
Sarah, who was my Mother's personal stylist, was going to be the one who
was going to be providing me with a makeover on this day. She placed a
precious pastel pink cape onto me to protect my pretty, pretty clothing.
Mother had already selected the color of highlights that would be added
to my hair, the length of the extensions and my nail polish color. I was
overjoyed and highly anticipant of what I would look like when my session
came to a close. I was already beautiful and ravishing but knew the
precise pristine touches Mother would add would add to my magnificence.
The process of adding extensions to my hair was a long but fruitful
process. I had extensions placed mostly in the back, sides and underneath
my real golden blond hair. I was thankful I had a masterful stylist who
meticulously divided various areas of my hair and expertly weaved long
hair into mine close to my scalp. I shall admit that I found this process
painful but as Mother stated there is always a price for true feminine
beauty. Over an hour and half later my hair felt different from the new
weight of all the hair added to my already long flowing locks. My hair
now flowed from my head, down past my slender shoulders and to my lower
back. My already beautiful hair now looked much fuller and thicker.
I was taken to a sink and had my hair rinsed. A special brush was used
and fierce red highlights were added to the top and sides, as well as my
bangs that perfectly framed my soft, feminine and delicate features.
While my hair was still damp I still noticed how vivid and luscious the
color was especially with my bright green eyes.
The time came for the cutting and shaping of my hair. I was a little
nervous seeing bits of my beautiful hair falling onto my pink shawl. I
had curl perm solution added to my lovely locks and then the back and
sides of my hair were rolled back and placed into a pink cap. It reminded
me so of when Mother first styled my hair. I loved having my hair curled
with curlers. I loved the image of myself in the mirror seeing my hair
being set with curlers. I found this act to be quite thrilling and
exciting. I was thankful to be tucked away. I would have despised my
manhood rearing its ugliness in a female paradise.
While my hair set my stylist gave me both a manicure and a pedicure. She
cleaned my nails and ensured my cuticles were both prim and proper. She
added acrylic nail extensions onto my fingers shaping them into a rounded
tip that went about half an inch past my finger tips. The extensions made
my hands appear more delicate, my fingers longer and more feminine.
Mother chose a fiery red color for my nails to be painted. The end result
looked just lovely; my hands looked even more girly then before I had
entered the salon. Of course I was going have to wear a pair of peep toe
heels to show off my lovely red toe nails.
When my mani and pedi were finished I was brought back to the my
hairstylist's chair and she began to take out the rollers and blow dry my
hair. I adored how my hair tickled my neck more so then ever before. I
loved the new weight and my hair felt so super long, voluminous and
voluptuous. When my hairstylist turned my chair around so I could see my
new hairstyle and I let out a small gasp when I saw myself.
I now had sensational side - swept bangs; they flowed down the side of my
face and curled ever so slightly towards my neck on my right side. The
other sides of my hair curled into large cascading waves of golden blond
enhanced with a fiery red highlights that fell into a large, full and
thick V to the middle of my back. I was stunning; my hair was styled with
a mixture of sultry sexy and a precious pageant princess.
Chapter Two: Falling further into Femininity
When Mother and I returned home I changed into a charming light pink
satin spaghetti strap baby doll slip. The slip was simply stunning,
flirty, had a sweetheart neckline and a darted bodice. I loved the light
pink ostrich feather hem the babydoll had. Mother then placed a light
pink ostrich feather satin robe on me. I simply adored the flirty pink
color, the feather trimmed long sleeves and open front. I slipped on my
patent leather and feather light pink open toe bed heels to complete my
look. They were glamorous and chic, light pink feathers adorned the vamp
and they were topped off with an adjustable ankle strap. They had a three
inch heel and a half - inch platform which made my heels truly show
stopping.
Mother and I lounged in her boudoir as we sipped our champagne. We
toasted one another to our first Mother and Daughter outing. I knew
Father would have hated the site of Mother and I lounging together in our
lingerie, sipping champagne and enjoying our bond as mother and daughters
do. I looked in Mother's vanity mirror and untied the bow underneath my
bosom and let my robe fall open. I held it in place by placing my lovely
manicured hands on each hip, an ultra - feminine womanly pose.
Father would have despised seeing my once male body become more and more
feminine as I continued to take female hormones. My breast, my beautiful
breasts were only a -cup for now but I knew I would have larger ones as
the hormones continued to course through me. My trip to the salon had
erased any and all masculine features I once had. I looked at a picture
of Mother when she was my age that sat beside her vanity. Looking at her
picture was also like looking in a mirror and I reveled in this. Father
would have despised seeing his only son dressed in sensuous sultry sexy
lingerie and being a lovely reflection of his former wife.
I loved wearing woman's clothing. I found the experience of dressing to
be erotic and sensuous. The last remaining piece of my manhood would stir
in my pretty precious panties. I loved running stockings up my soft
shaven legs and feeling the sensuality of the nylon as I did so. The
lingerie I adored wearing was so soft, I loved the feel of silk and how
it caressed my body as I minced about. The staccato clicks my stiletto
high heels made as I sashayed and danced about was enchanting music.
I loved how Mother throughout the course of my childhood and adolescence
instilled upon me the desires to be feminine, to dress in clothing like
hers and emulate her in every fashion. She knew I would never because of
my obedience sneak into her room and try on her lovelies. It was my
secret desire to do so, so secret I did not realize I had this desire
until I wore the beautiful clothes she laid out for me on one fateful
day. I enjoyed the leggings, tights and dance tops I wore but the
clothing was a new sensuous sensation. I loved having a loving Mother
who wished to feminize me, the results were simply delightful.
Chapter Three: Dressing for the Gala
Later on the afternoon Mother and I had a light dinner. We had an art
gala tonight where I was going to make my grand entrance as Stephanie
Paige and unveil to all that I was now becoming a woman. I was so looking
forward to this social event, to walk in the galleria dressed in stunning
perfection. Mother had chosen my dress, lingerie and heels I would be
wearing this night. Her taste in clothing was immaculate and made me
giddy with girlish excitement to see what I would be wearing tonight.
I placed on my red Swiss Dot mesh and chiffon bralette. The bralette as
Mother stated was a retro silhouette staple, it was detailed with Swiss
dot mesh and red chiffon highlights. My breasts were supported by built -
in underwire and the soft lining felt so wonderful against them. I
fastened the double hook back closure to keep my lovely, lovely girls in
their proper place. I cherished how the padding made my breast now look
like they were b - cups.
Mother wished for me to be bold on this night so I wore a matching red
Swiss dot mesh and chiffon garter skirt. My garter skirt had a rich ruche
center on the front, sultry mesh sides and side boning for structure. The
garter also had four adjustable garter ends in covered snaps which were
the perfect chamber confection.
I then placed on a pair of nude and red Cuban heel thigh hi stockings
with a laced top. The stocking were reminiscent of the style from the
1940's, and had a slim red lined back seam. The red seam ran from the
upper thigh down to my heel which had a delicious detail across the
bottom of the heel and arch. I rolled my stockings up my soft smooth legs
enjoying the caress of the nylons as I did so. I fastened the stocking
tops to the garters and then ran my hands up and down the silky
stockings, seductively smoothing them as Mother taught me to do. I looked
in my full length mirror and loved how the stocking created a truly sexy,
retro - inspired look for tonight's special occasion. I adored how they
adorned and gave my attractive legs an even more so feminine shape.
I minced about the room enjoying wearing my delicates. Wearing my
delicates made me feel even more like the woman I was destined to be. I
felt sexy and sophisticated, stunning and sultry; I swooned at the
sibilant swish of my stocking clad legs as they caressed one another as I
took my dainty ladylike steps. I loved the tug of my bra and garter
straps as I moved and the seeing my budding breast in the mirror.
I held up my dress Mother had selected for me to wear to me in my full
length mirror before placing it on. She had chosen a red chiffon illusion
sweetheart long gown for me to wear for my true unveiling. The gown had
polished, flowing red chiffon, and a tightly pleated plunging illusion
neckline. The dress was designed with a delicate soft satin waistband and
had a breath - taking A - line silhouette. Luscious luxurious satin was
lined throughout the dress and down to my floor length skirt. The dress
also boasted soft cup padding for my breast, flexible boning and a mesh
paneling with a sly back keyhole.
Of course no dress would be complete without a pair of to die for,
killer, fuck me heels. I chose a pair of black leather peep toe T - strap
cutout pumps. The heels were five inches long and had an eye catching one
and half inch platform. I could not wait to hear the clicking my heels
made as I made my grand entrance to the event.
I placed on my ivory fur shoulder shrug to complete my sensational look.
Mother wanted to add a vixen vintage style glamour to my evening gown and
what better way then to add a stunning faux fur shrug. I picked up my
light red chic gleaming with pearls evening hard clutch. The clutch was
secured with a sparkling top closure, had a pearl encrusted front and
added to my sultry sexy posh style. I added my Mother's 18k white gold
Pearl necklace and matching earrings to compliment my purse and gown.
I met Mother in her boudoir who looked grand and great in her evening
dress. She wore an ivory and desert rose sleeveless v - neck long dress.
Her dress was classic and elegant; vintage inspired and was a perfect
choice for this occasion. I love how the v - neckline complimented her
body and womanly assets. The dress was designed with an ivory bodice,
layered with corded appliqu? and the long pink skirt had a fabulous
flowing flow.
I curtsied to show her the respect, as well as the love I had for her. I
helped Mother finished dressing and placed her ivory Marabou feather and
ribbon caplet on her. I tied the elegant ivory ribbon for her into a
beautiful and grand feminine bow. I took in the scents of her floral
perfume as I found the scent intoxicating. She sprayed some on me as well
and became lost within the bliss of the ambrosia - esque aroma.
"Stephanie my dear, you look so beautiful, you truly make a wonderful
woman."
"Thank you Mother, you look so stunning and sexy in your evening dress."
I then extended my right foot behind my left and rested on the ball of my
foot. I ensured to keep my back straight; head lowered and bent my knees
outward. I kept lowering myself down until my right knee almost touched
the ground. I stayed in this position as Mother addressed me. This was a
different curtsy then the one I usually preformed as it was a court
curtsy. It was a deep form of curtsy, one used to show respect to
royalty. Since Mother was my Queen it was my way to show reverence to
her. I had practiced this form of curtsy until Mother believed I had
perfected it. I was to perform this curtsy at the Gala tonight in front
of all who was in attendance.
"Now my dearest daughter, please recite the word I have taught you."
"I am a woman, I love being a woman. My dearest Mother, I promise to be a
proper, perfect and pristine daughter. I shall be obedient. I wish to be
like you Mother Dearest, beautiful and strong, sexy and powerful. I shall
not be like Father or become a man. I will revel in my femininity. The
more feminine I become the more I know you shall love me. My name is
Stephanie Bliss and I am now and forever your daughter."
Mother smiled as I spoke these words. She had me memorize this and at a
moments notice I was to recite them.
"Excellent my dearest daughter, you are coming along very nicely
Stephanie. You make Mother so proud."
Chapter Four: Unveiling at the Gala
Mother made our grand and fashionably late entrance to the Gala. Mother
and I walked hand in hand down a spiral staircase for all to see. I felt
like time had come to a still as we seductively made our way down the
staircase. My Mother being the socialite she was, was an outstanding
member of the community. She new she would be viewed in an even greater
limelight by accepting my choice to change genders.
The crowd was abuzz with whispers, gossip and opinions on my new look,
style and choice to change genders. I felt beautiful as Mother and I
strolled through the gallery looking at the art that decorated the walls.
It was a perfect show to make my debut as the theme of the show was Art
and Feminism. Mother of course had the timeline of my transition
perfectly planned and knew this was the social event to unveil her new
daughter. Not only would she be seen as an accepting mother I would be
further immersed in femininity.
During the course of the night Mother and I saw my ballet instructor Miss
Emily. She was my favorite, as well as my Mothers, instructor. She was
graceful and elegant; her movement were like a dance themselves. She had
the beauty of glamorous vixens from the golden age of cinema. She wore an
ivory tulle cap sleeve fairy rose dress. I loved how she looked in the
dress. She approached Mother and me. Miss Mother and Miss Emily shared a
hug and then to my surprise they shared a deep loving kiss. Miss Emily
then turned her attention to me.
"Johnny, honey, you look so utterly divine my dear." Miss Emily said her
soft melodic voice filed with jubilation and glee. "Oh honey, your dress
is just fabulous, your heels to die for and your hair and makeup are
fierce girl. I see your beautiful Mother has taken your fabuloso
feminization to a whole knew level.
My Mother then placed her arms around Miss Emily in a loving manner. She
turned her attention to my Mother and spoke directly to her.
"You were correct in feminizing the boy Contessa I was not sure I would
help you when you first came to me all those years ago and told me of
your plan. Then when I met Johnny for the first time I knew he should
become a girl. He was so delicate and sweet, so demure unlike your former
husband. Have you chosen a name for her?
"I decided on Stephanie." Mother replied. "Johnny's new name is Stephanie
Paige Bliss."
"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. I adore her my love."
"Stephanie, Mother has a special announcement for you. Miss Emily and I
are to wed, she will become my wife and she shall become your step -
mother."
"Mother, this is such wonderful announcement. I simply love Miss Emily
and adore the fact she will be your wife and my step - mommy." I said as
I clapped my hands together with girlish excitement. I embraced Miss
Emily, my soon to be step - mother and air kissed her on both cheeks. I
then turned to Mother and gave her a long loving hug.
"Stephanie my dear daughter, I wish you to be my Maid of Honor. Will you
do this for me my dear sweet daughter, will you be Mommy's Maid of
Honor.'
"Of course Mother, I will be honored to be your Maid of Honor. I love you
so much Mommy, I'll do anything you ask of me."
"Then you know what it is time for my dear."
I looked a t Miss Mother and Miss Emily and smiled. I dipped into my
court curtsy for all to see. The room became silent as I did this. My
Mother announced to all her engagement to Miss Emily. A toast was raised
to their engagement, champagne glasses were raised, and her audience
clapped. Mother was the belle of the ball, people would speak about this
night in their inner socialite circles and she was the sparkling diamond
of the gala. Miss Mother had become engaged to a very beautiful woman on
this night. Her son had taken his first steps into womanhood. I was being
feminized by my Mother, transformed, sculpted and recreated in her image.
I was a boy who was becoming a woman, a daughter, my Mother's reflection
and I loved it.
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