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Mom's Girl Redux Part 8 by Elizabeth Joanne Chapter 23 The last 3 weeks have been an eye opener in many ways. Yes I have had fun working. It had been fun for a while being a lady of leisure but it felt good to have something to do and feel like I belonged. Most of the patrons knew fully well who and what I was yet they treated like just one of the girls. We joked around and in our own way looked out for each other. It was kind if a family, granted not built around blood rather around need but still a family. Yes I was quite different in so many ways but they welcomed me and treated me like one of the family. One night a couple of girls I didn't know came in, I don't think anyone really knew them. They sat at the bar and after some time started calling me Lipstick Honey and not to flatter myself I think they were flirting with me. I suppose in a way I was flattered but as the teasing went on with remarks like "Shake it Baby" and "Hike that skirt and let us check out the goods" it rattled me a little. Mary, one of the regulars and while a dyke a very sweet person, went over to them and after talking with them they toned it down. After they left I asked Mary what she said to them and she just smiled. "I just told them they knew what they had in their panties and as soon as you get one like it the 3 of you could get together and play show and tell. I told them until that happens to lay low." I made her lean over the bar and gave her a kiss on the cheek and bought her a drink to say thanks. She told me here we all look out for each other and as I was one of them they looked out for me. I felt like good when she told me that as although I doubt any of the girls here was what I was looking for it long term it was nice to feel like I belonged. While all that is well and good that incident showed me a part of being a woman I had never thought much about until now. We were targets, potential victims everyday of our lives. I suppose I had already knew that it was there and had always been careful, even more so since I had gone full time. From Kathy's comments about how no one ever closed alone to how I shouldn't be out walking even the hundred yards alone back to my apartment that late at night and then to what had happened with those two girls at the bar I was starting to understand. Yes maybe they were all for different reasons but there was a thread that ran through them all. Women, especially alone, were vulnerable regardless of the situation. I suppose even back in the old days when I was out and about as Beth there was that feeling of "Hey under these clothes I am a guy and can take care of myself." Nothing could have been further from the truth even then let alone now. On my best days I stood 5'7" and weighed 160 back then and while I was never what one could describe as out of shape I was no shining physical specimen. Now I knew the HRT had changed my muscle mass and there was no way I could fend off an attack for the most part. My only hope in that case would given the chance a well placed knee to the groin. I doubt I could have even fought off those two women at the bar the other night. Time for you to get a grasp on all of this. As I sat there in my apartment I thought about all of this. Was this going to keep me inside my four walls, no. I had made my decision and I was going to go ahead and live my life. Still I have to become more aware of my surroundings, see what is going around me 360 degrees. I was not going to live my life in constant fear but more with a cautious eye and always survey the situation. Not everyone out there has the best of intentions. There were a lot of high points from all of this too. I had made friends and in a way had an extended family. A highly dysfunctional one to say the least but a family of sorts. The Thursday afternoon of the second week when Jan came by with the paychecks and when there was one for Elizabeth Blair I cried. I know they all thought I was just being crazy but it said so much to me. No this was not where I wanted to be in even 6 months let alone the rest of my life. Still it showed me there was a place in the world for Beth. It was in my mind a validation I was where I belonged and I had a path ahead of me. I will admit it was far from what I was used to earning and I had gotten spoiled with direct deposit. Still I felt so proud as I stood in the line to cash my paycheck, Beth's first paycheck! The teller asked for my ID which only heightened my inner joy as I showed her my drivers license. Granted my paycheck was only a little over $300 after taxes. The importance to me was not how much but in what it represented. I put some of it in my checking account but I took $150 back in cash. I treated myself to a very nice lunch and bought myself a new dress. Sure I could have done all that anyway but there was a certain pride in paying cash for all of this with my hard earned wages. I will admit working as I was gave me a new perspective on waiters, waitresses, servers, and bartenders. I have always been what I considered a generous tipper. I was even more so now. I now know how hard they work and what they sometimes have to put up with. They earn every penny you leave them and probably in most cases much more. If you don't believe me work a couple of shifts serving tables. I see how hard the girls work from just bringing you a beer to handling a large table and getting it all straight and the food to your table hot. I remember how I had joked with Kathy about it not being rocket science when she first brought this up to me. It isn't but it is a lot tougher than it looks. Add to that all the work that goes on you never think about from setting up and closing down to bussing your tables or bar and everything else it is work. Now that Kathy and Jan had their time off I was only working two days and a couple of evenings, one by myself and Friday night helping Kathy. I suppose I could have worked Saturday night too but I had the support group meetings. A few weeks ago they had asked me to talk about what it was really like and it is really different. I was quite proud and talked with Dr. Wagner about what to talk about and we both agreed one of the first statements was my path was not for everyone and never try this with out the help and guidance of professionals. I had thought about preparing a speech but instead went off a few notes and let it go where it did. I thought I did pretty good and by the comments I heard so did others. Chapter 24 It was funny in a way because until Kathy pointed it out to me I hadn't even noticed my 4 boob look as she put it. She said she had started to notice it a bit ago but when I wore the one top that was a bit tighter than my usual she said she had to say something about it. That evening when I got home I took off my top and bra and looked at myself in the mirror and it became obvious. I had really grown breasts! No they weren't huge nor fully developed as to shape but they were definitely there. Tears ran down my cheeks as I looked at them. I shed the rest of my clothes and took another look in the mirror. There was a defined waist and my hips and butt were bigger. I was far from an hourglass figure but there was definition. Oh my God Beth! The hormones are really working! As I sat there in my nightgown I thought about all of this. I should figured this out myself. Some of my bras had been uncomfortable to be polite and there were days I couldn't wait to get home and take it off. I had even bought myself a couple of those flimsy nothing bras as they felt good to wear. Granted they didn't hold my forms very well so I had actually gone days where I left the forms in their boxes and wore the skimpy bras. I should have realized something from that. What is they say about 80% of women out there are wearing the wrong size bra? Guess who belongs in that 80%? As I sat there I remembered first the itching and even seeing the puffiness in my nipples. From that I did feel some swelling to start to occur. I suppose I was a bit enamored with them and in retrospect I suppose I knew they grew but it was slow and not obvious except to those who hadn't seen me in a while would notice but as I saw them day in and day out it hadn't been to me. Duh! Beth you can be such an airhead at times. I will give myself somewhat of a pass here though, its all new to me. What is it they say about being to close to see the whole picture? It was funny because that next morning for the first time I really saw the bumps my nipples caused in my nightgown as I did my make up and hair. I know they had to have been there before, why didn't I see them? Was I so lost in everything else and so intent on being aware of what was happening around me that I couldn't see what was happening right there in front of me? OK, bad pun but you get my point. Doh! Another bad pun. OK enough jokes Beth, it is time to start focusing on the physical as well as the emotional aspects. As I felt extra girly I wore my pink and white skirt with its matching pink sleeveless sweater to even more reinforce the sensation that morning. After getting dressed, yes I wore one of little lacy bras, I took a close look in the mirror. They were not mountains but one would have to been blind to not see this was all girl in here. I could even see now my nipples poked out and although I know that is no look for a 51 year old woman I could have cared less today. I had reached another milestone and in my mind that was my way of showing the world I had. I stopped for a late breakfast at my usual breakfast haunt. I wasn't there every day but usually a couple times a week so they all knew my name. Sarah, my favorite waitress there, even commented on how cute my outfit was. She never said a word about my "pointing" at the world but she took more than one glance at my chest so I am sure she noticed. I had my usual breakfast special which with coffee was a shade over $5 and I left my now usual $5 tip and was on my way. Like I said I had grown a great appreciation for how hard these girls work and they always took care of me. "Hi Vivian," I smiled as I came through the door of Harp's. "Hi Beth," she smiled back. "Long time no see, how is everything going?" "Couldn't be better," I said. Casting a glance down at my chest I added, "New and exciting things popping up everyday." "Oh my! I would say so," she replied. "Has anyone told you left the headlights on?" "Really! I hadn't noticed." I giggled. I'm sure you didn't." she laughed. "Something tells me this is more than a social visit. Come on back to the fitting room." "I thought you would never ask." I was a little surprised but thankful Vivian didn't give me a lecture about coming in sooner or the like. She did make a comment about the bra I had on was not the best for everyday but added probably every woman had one or two. She took a few measurements and had me take my bra off so she could get a look at the shape of my breasts to determine the best bra. I have to admit I had mixed emotions as I stood there naked from the waist up as she went to grab a few styles for me to try. I felt a pride deep within me. I was proud of myself on many levels. For coming to the realization this was the path for me and having the courage to take it. I was proud of how far I had come as a person and how in my mind I had grown as a woman and a person over the past 5 months. I had my own place, a job, and friends all who saw me as Beth and only Beth. I took a glance down at my naked chest. Oh yes I am definitely proud of the girls that stood out. I have waited and dreamed of having them for so long. Sure they were far from what many women had but they were all mine. My euphoria was interrupted by Vivian's return with half a dozen bras in her hands. "I'm a little surprised you didn't bring any of those industrial strength styles you have on display," I said as I slipped the pale blue bra on. "There may and probably will come a time when that style of bra is best for you however right now your breasts are more like those of a 14 or 15 year old girl," she said. "The bras I have selected are better for the shape and size you are now. We will have to see how you develop as to which style is best for you." "I guess that makes sense," I replied trying on the first bra she handed me, "This bra feels pretty good but not sure I am doing it justice." "There does seem to be a bit of gapping in the cups," she said. You are really between cup sizes, a bit bigger than an A but not really a B so that does present issues. Take that one off and try this one." One by one I tried all the bras on she has brought in with her. Some fit better than others but Vivian was not happy and had gone out and brought several more, I was about to give up and just settle when I took the last bra from her hand and put it on. Finally I thought as I adjusted the straps. This bra feels good and seemed to fit right, A few others had been OK but this one ws definitely perfect! While those others were the proverbial 7 or an 8 this was definitely a 10! "Why did you wait to the end to give me this one?" I smiled at Vivian. "This is the one and it is even cute and lacy.." "Before you fall too in love with it I should warn you it is a bit more expensive than the others," she said. "Define a bit please." "$78." "Ouch! That is pricey!" "It is Beth and that is why I held it to the end." she said. "I have a couple of Chantelle bras myself and they are everything a woman could ask from a bra. Comfortable, excellent support and coverage, and even pretty. Still I know they are expensive and many women cannot or will not pay that much for a bra." "It is expensive," I said as I Iooked at myself in the mirror. "But I am worth it, well at least sometimes so I will take it and if it comes in beige I will take one of those too. So not to bust the budget I will take a couple of these too," I said holding up my second choice. "Black and beige if you have them. Now what about a strapless bra?" "I am sure I have all that in your size," she smiled. "Let me go grab a couple of strapless bras, Hopefully this will be easier." It turned out finding a strapless bra that worked was easier. The second one was perfect and thankfully a lot less than my dreamy pink Chantelle bra. Still with the 5 bras my bill was almost $300. I did wear my new pink wonder out. Vivian told me there was no harm in wearing bras like I had on earlier as long as I didn't make a habit of it. Every woman wants to feel sexy or just silly at times. I felt so good about myself I treated myself to a nice dinner that night at my favorite sushi restaurant. As I changed for bed that night I took a long look at myself in the mirror, first in my new bra then without it. A tear came to my eye as I looked at my breasts. I had wanted and waited so long for this day and finally it was here! I knew this was far from the end of my journey, just another milestone. A huge one in many aspects but still just another step. Yes I have come a long way but I also know I have a long way to go. Chapter 25 At my appointment with Dr. Hansen that week I talked about my breasts and how important they were to me mentally and emotionally. I told him I knew the worth of a woman was not measured by her bra size, well at least by most, but it was yet another important step to me. I told him in a way they were my badge of femininity, an announcement I had arrived. I even told him how I felt trying on bra after bra to find that one that was just right. He said he fully understood and would have been shocked had I felt any other way. He said I had a firm grasp on this was just another step but was happy for me as he knew what this all meant to me. I was so excited about my new breasts I went out to see Mom that weekend. I am not sure how many grown daughters would so eagerly lift their top to show their mother their breasts and bra but I did. To say Mom was happy is a huge understatement but there was no way she could be as happy as I was over these most recent developments. She did agree the Chantelle bras were a bit pricey but told me that good fitting and comfortable bra is a girl's best friend. It had only been a few days but I was quickly learning that. I am not sure how it started but we started talking about any changes I wanted from my new room. I told her it was fine, even the furniture was fine but I would like to change the color scheme a little. The neutral shades were fine for a guest bedroom, maybe even for a grown woman, but this was all new to me and I wanted to put my mark on it. We even went to one of the home improvement stores to look at paint colors. I ended up selecting a soft lavender shade for the walls and a slightly darker shade for the trim and as an accent. We even went and got some new curtains and bedspread and comforter to better go with my new color scheme. Mom insisted on paying for everything. She said it was her pleasure. She told me every mother looks forward to decorating her little girl's bedroom. Not sure I was a little girl at 5'7" and ..., well let us just say there were some of my size 10's I was not struggling to get my fat butt into. Still I understood what she was saying. In some ways she was more excited about all of this than I was. That night we talked bout the rest of the decor and I was fine with the furniture in there but I did have that antique desk and file cabinet I would like bring with me. Not that I used it like I did in my former career and life but I had grown a special attachment to them. Maybe in a way I wanted as piece of my old life to remind me of that and how far I had come. Didn't bring that up to Mom but I should talk to Dr. Wagner about that as he is better qualified to help me to that answer. The one thing I had learned was he or as he told me no therapist is about giving answers but rather helping the client come to them. He always told me we know the answers to most questions already but for some reason don't see or admit them. It was the job of a therapist not to give answers but to get one to look inside for the answers. To be honest when I first started therapy I was a bit unnerved by the way he would pepper me with questions when I would ask certain questions. I have come to not only understand why he did this but also appreciated it. I made my own choices but without his way of making me think about and see things I would still be a confused soul. He never forced me to think a certain way rather showed me how to see things from both sides and make my own choices. I know I would never be where I was today without him and consider my very lucky to have him there. Mom even suggested a way of rearranging the furniture so the desk and file cabinet would fit. She told me she would get with the painter she had used about doing my room and some friends she had to help move the furniture around so it was ready for the desk. Besides the desk and my clothes which I had already started moving there wasn't much I really wanted to bring. There were a few sentimental things and a couple of souvenirs that held special meaning but other than that I figured I would contact the same resale shop I had used before. I could see Mom was starting to get excited as she talked about how this would go there and that over there and we would find a place for yet another. Then her look got serious. "When do I need to have all of this done by?" Mom asked. "Whenever," I replied. "I an sure the painter has other jobs going and scheduled so the question is when can he get to this?" "That is not what I meant Elizabeth," she said. "When we first started talking about all of this I was under the impression you wanted to move here for a fresh start. It seems like you have done that already where you are now." "No I haven't, I am just making sure everything is set and I am leaving nothing behind," I defended myself. "Really? You have an apartment, a job, friends, there. I am sure it is a lot more fun that moving back with Mom!" she said as the tears started to drip down her cheeks. I guess I had never thought about any of that until Mom had just come out and said it. I went over and held her tight. Was I so lost in all of this newness and the fun I was having back home I had forgotten about Mom and her needs too? Was I starting to take her for granted? She had been so supportive for all these years and I can remember the excitement in her voice when we first starting talking about all of this. The almost youthful step in her as we would be shopping for something for me. The smile on her face and pride in her voice as she would introduce me to someone and tell how them I was moving in to take care of her old feeble mother. Mom was far from that yet and fully capable of taking care of herself. If anything it would her taking care of me, helping me and learn and grow as a woman. Still this was what we had talked ago less than a year ago and somehow I seemed to have lost sight of that. "I'm sorry Elizabeth," she said as she dabbed at her tears. "I am not being fair to you and maybe even a little selfish." "No you aren't Mom." I said as I tried to console her. "That was what we talked about and although we never set a date I did tell you that was what I wanted too and a daughter should always keep her word to her mother. "Elizabeth I am going to offer you a get out of jail free card here," she said. "If you would rather stay where you I understand." "Its not that at all Mom," I said as I saw the tears started again. "It is just I have the apartment and the job and ..." "You told me you had a 6 month lease on the apartment," she cut me short. "How long has it been?" "7 1/2 months," I said. "I guess I had got so caught up in everything I forgot everything out here and all we had talked about." "Elizabeth I can understand you are having fun and making friends there and moving out here to take care of me isn't very exciting next to that," she said. "I understand if you want to put all of this off for now I understand and I am sure Nancy will too." "First off Mom you make it sound like I don't want to move out here and start all over, nothing could be further from the truth," I said. "I am looking forward to moving out here, living with you, even selling tacky souvenirs and crap to the tourist working for Nancy. I guess I got all caught up in myself I forgot the promises I made." "So, I go back to my original question that started all of this," she said as she dried her tears. "When does your new bedroom need to be ready?" "Well that depends on the painters," I smiled. "I do have the job and would like to give Kathy some notice to find a replacement and I do have to give 30 days notice on my apartment." "I understand and am not suggesting this has to happen tomorrow. But it would be nice to at least start looking at something firm, or least somewhat firm," she smiled. "Talk to George about that," I laughed. Seeing as her cheeks turned red at that I figured she was having her fun. "When I get back I will talk to Kathy about all of this. Let me do that and see what she says and I will call you. I don't want to leave her in the lurch but she has always known my time there was temporary." "That is fine," Mom smiled. "I wouldn't you to cause problems for a friend and I think you and Kathy are friends." "Thanks Mom," I smiled. That night as I laid in bed I thought about what Mom had brought up and she was right. Those were my plans when I started all of this. Sure I had told her I was going to stay in the Detroit area and get everything wrapped up but that was all behind me. Yes I was having fun and I didn't want to lose my friends there but it was time to do what you said you were going to Beth. No Mom didn't need you there now but what about next week? Next month? One never knows the future. Chapter 26 I could see in Mom that morning after our talk that air in her step. She even insisted on making me Belgian waffles for breakfast, my favorite. Then again I have to admit I felt pretty good about it too. Over the past few months I admit to pushing all of this back with the "I will get to it" attitude. Yes I was having fun and I had learned and grown as a person and woman but I had made a commitment and time to live up to that. I left that next day and although as always Mom was sad I was going there was that same smile she had when I had first made my decision. We had rounded the corner and entered the stretch. The finish line was there in sight now for real. As to exactly when I cross it was still fuzzy but I was going to eventually. I talked with Kathy that night and to say she was disappointed is kind. She told me she understood and would start looking for someone. I remember how I ended up working here and I am sure the candidate pool hasn't changed that much but there has to be someone out there. She asked I stay until she could find someone. I told her yes as long as it didn't take forever. I told her to take this as my notice on the apartment as I had already gone month to month on my lease. She said OK so tentatively I would be moving out the end of September. I did tell her if I had to stay around a few extra weeks that was OK but I had to get on with my life. I saw the help wanted ad in the local paper the next week and coupled with the sign Kathy had put on the bar brought all sorts of questions. I told everyone that had all started as just a temporary thing to help out so Kathy and Jan could get some time off this summer. They all told me they understood but in spite of wondering if I was really one of the girls in the beginning they were sorry to see me go. Mary teased me that although lipstick girls were not her style she did like watching me bend in a skirt. She got another kiss on the cheek and drink on me for that. I had thought of these girls as part of my family in a way and how they all reacted when they heard I was leaving told me I was right. I have to admit a couple of girls came into apply for the job while I was working. One a total loser, one who when she found out the clientele said thanks but no thanks but the third one showed possibilities. She had experience bartending and was just looking for part time so I had her fill out an application. Kathy had one that was also a possibility still it was not the best. Hopefully soon I thought as I took over from Kathy that Thursday before Labor Day. Technically I have given my 30 day notice but seeing as Kathy was my landlord I think we can work something out. I had even started getting some estimates to get my stuff moved out there. I really only wanted the desk and a other few things but Nancy's oldest daughter Courtney had graduated college and was looking to get her own place so I told her she could have my stuff. It was going to be a lot more than when I had it moved from my old condo to my apartment but it was 150 miles away too. Nancy offered to pay part of it but I said thanks but no thanks. I remember starting out and the stuff I have is a hell of a lot better than I had when I started with my own apartment. Jan wanted Labor Day weekend off and Kathy wanted to sneak away for a day so I worked the whole weekend. Not like I was going to get rich on $12 an hour but the tips were usually pretty good. Even on a holiday weekend I did well and had over $250 from Friday night and all day Saturday. At least I had Sunday off as the bar was closed so after church I went back to the apartment and just chilled. Monday we opened at 5 as it was a holiday and it was slow, still I made $60 in tips so not too bad. For the most part other than my rent and utilities I lived off my tips so I was doing OK financially. I wonder if anyone at the bar knew if I was still getting paid from my former employer they would be as generous? Monday was slow but steady and I was definitely ready for bed as I flopped onto my bed that night. As I laid there I thought back over the past couple of months. I had come a long way although I knew I still had a long way to go. I also thought about what I had to do before I moved on so to speak. There were so many I was getting confused and probably write them down. Tomorrow is another day so I changed into my nightgown and crawled under the covers.