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"Paulie, honey," his mother called from the dinning room where she'd set up her machine, hangers and bolts of material. "I need your help again, please. I won't hold you up for more than ten minutes, more." Paul sighed and shook his head, "Yep. I'm coming." He put down his video game controller, pulled himself off of the couch, closed the soft robe more tightly around him as he rose and made his way from the family-room to the dinning room. "This has to be the last time, though," he told his mother. "I've got to shower. Lori is picking me up at 5:30 and I need to shower and change before she comes." Eighteen year old Paul, a high school junior, had not yet gotten his license, but Lori, his first serious girl friend, who was a year ahead of him, had. They'd been dating since homecoming back in October. He loved the feeling of independence that he had whenever he climbed into Lori's car and they went out for the evening. As Paul entered the dinning room, pulling the robe a bit more closed around his neck, his mother smiled at his modesty. Typically, Paul was walking around the house in his tighty-whities, but, for last couple of weeks, when she needed his help, he was suddenly bashful. "I just need to pin the hem on this one, honey. Then, you're off duty. Ok?" "Ok." "Thanks, honey. I really appreciate your help. Now, step into the gown and I'll help you get it past the petticoats." Paused let out a frustrated sound and pulled his mother's peach colored, silky robe off of his shoulders revealing the pretty, padded, lace covered bra beneath. As he dropped the robe to a chair, the full, fluffy petticoats appeared as did his stocking feet and the simple, two- inch pumps underneath. The image of her son dressed in this manner always brought a smile to her face. At five-foot-four inches tall, one-hundred-and-seventeen pounds, Paul was even a bit small for a girl of his age. It never seemed to bother him, though. "Ok, young lady," his mother teased, eliciting an irritated grunt from her son, "step into the gown for me." For the last two weekends, Paul had been doing this over and over and over again, but it still gave him shivers when his mother pulled the silky material onto his shoulders and zipped up the back of the Victorian-style gowns. "Ugg," she complained, "I wish that you'd let me shave your arm pits while we're doing this. This beautiful dress, your lovely body and those hairy pits just do not go together." "Yeah, not happening, mom. I don't understand why your making all of the bridesmaids dresses, anyway. I mean Kieth is your son. Shouldn't Abby's mom be making the gowns." "I'm doing it because I have a great deal of experience sewing dresses, you know that. Besides, Abby's parents are struggling to pay for the reception as is. Your father, God rest his soul, left us very well off and I am happy to contribute to the wedding in any way I can." "I know, but, mom, you volunteered to make dresses for all the bridesmaids and half of my cousins. That's like twenty dresses." "Oh, stop exaggerating," she chided as she straightened the gown on his shoulders and over the petticoats, "its only twelve dresses and you only have to help me with eight. And, believe me, I am grateful to have your help. That's why I'm going to pay for your Driver's Ed classes so you can get your learner's permit. That's our deal, so, no more complaining. Now, step up onto the platform so I can pin up the hem." She held out her hand to support Paul, while he used his other hand to hold up the skirts and petticoats to maneuver himself up the step and onto the sixteen inch high, carpeted box that his mother had asked a neighbor to make for her. Just as she knelt to begin her work, her cell phone rang in the kitchen. "Oh, for crying out loud," she complained as she stood again and headed to the other room. "That damned phone is a curse." "Hello?" Paul could hear his mom a room away. "Yes, this is Lilly Rooney. Oh, yes, thank you for calling back. I need to reserve the hall for a wedding rehearsal dinner in June..." He sighed. This would take awhile. Stuck on the platform as he was, there wasn't much he could do except stand there. He brushed his hands across the skirt of the dress. It sure felt different than brushing the front of a pair of pants. It was soft and smooth, but still somewhat stiff. Elegant in a way that he could not imagine men's clothing ever being. He felt awkward and strange in any of the dresses that his mom was making, but after wearing the panties, petticoats, stockings, shoes, bra and his mom's robe for the last six hours, he was getting used to the sensations and there were aspects of his ordeal that he actually enjoyed. He ran his hands over the breasts that his padded bra created and he felt even weirder. It was like touching Lori's breasts, but not. They were on HIM and as the day had progressed and even the bra had become comfortable and second nature, he was kind of enjoying having breasts of his own. It was weird. When this all began two weeks ago. Then, it was just, "Paulie, I just need you to try on this part of the dress. You're the same size as Mary and several of the other girls, and I have to make sure it's right. I don't have time to keep changing the dress form..." Last week, it was, "I bought some more undergarments that will shape you more like Betsy, but I'll pay for your Driver's Ed if you give me a few hours each weekend till I'm done..." Today was actually Friday, but Paul had the day off from school so the teachers could all attend a system-wide meeting, so his mom had cleared her schedule so she could get an extra day of sewing in. 'Lucky me,' Paul had thought. He figured that the day would be a big pain in the butt of sitting around in a bra, but instead, his mom had presented him with the shoes and petticoats. The stockings were added because the shoes didn't fit quite right without them. By the time his mom had gotten him into everything she said that it would just be easier for him to just keep everything on as she worked. She gave him her long, silk robe to cover himself. It was comfortable enough, but it smelled like his mom's body wash, makeup and hairspray. It was weird, too, but things normalized as the day went on and he got used to it. His mother stayed in the kitchen talking on the phone. Still bored and trapped on his pedestal, he fluffed the skirts and watched them settle. He caught a glimpse of himself in the darkened glass of the China cabinet that was on the wall to his left. Huh. He really did look like a girl from the neck down. He reached up and pulled the hair tie from the man-bun that he wore on top of his head and he shook his hair free. Typically, it was always in a bun unless he was washing it. When freed, it fell to just below his collar, only the dress had no collar, so it tickled his upper back as it settled. He used his hands to comb it out and shook it to have it fall more naturally and he looked at himself in the China cabinet glass. Huh. A very plain girl looked back at him. He played with the skirts a little more and watched the girl in his reflection. Huh. He didn't look all that bad. It was a weirder and weirder and the fact that he felt his penis growing in his panties was also weird and a little disturbing. He wondered what it would feel like to go whole hog and try some makeup and maybe even have his ears pierced and his hair done. That would feel nice, right? Maybe have his nails done nicely. That looked very relaxing. Maybe... "Ahem," his mother fake-coughed from the doorway as she watched her son flouncing his skirts with his hair down. Paul froze and his face reddened. His mom laughed and crossed the room to him as she picked up her pincushion and began working on the hem. "Don't worry, honey. You're just reacting to the costume. If I'd left you standing here in a cowboy outfit, I probably would have caught you playing with your six-shooters, but I left you wearing a Victorian dress, so you were playing with your dress. It's perfectly natural." Paul breathed and relaxed as his mom worked around his feet. She was quick and nimble and soon had finished pinning the hem. "Here," she said to Paul, "take my hand and I'll help you down." Once he was on the floor, she fussed with the shoulders of the dress and assessed her son. Paul was very bright and had lots of friends - although most of them were girls. He was never going to be tall, broad and handsome like his father had been or his brother was. Keith, who was ten years older than Paul and had been taking care of himself for nearly a decade, now, was nearly six-foot-three inches tall and was the spit and image of his father. Paul was frail and delicate and was, she had just realized, the spit and image of her own mother. She laughed gently at that realization as she played with his hair. "What?" "Oh, nothing," she smiled at the boy. "I just realized how much you look like your grandmother. Come with me for a moment." She led him to the hallway mirror and and stood beside him as they stared at what really did look like a young version of his grandmother. "Here," his mother reached behind her neck and unclasped a small silver necklace with a blue stone hanging in a pendant. She came behind him and connected the clasp behind him, then adjusted his hair as she looked over his shoulder. "That was your grandma's. Isn't it lovely?" Paul looked at the pendent which made his already feminine looking bosom even more so. He began to feel flushed - a little excited and very scared by his reflection and the fact that he felt excited at all. Lilly watched her son and wondered what he was thinking. Eighteen and still so small. Kieth was already over six feet tall at this age. Keith's teenaged years were consumed by sports, Boy Scouts, girls and cars. He was strong and independent and off on his own before he was out of high school. Paul was more interested books, drama club, art class and movies. Keith was her big guy. Paul was just... her baby. "Do you like the way you look, honey?" Paul shook off his reverie. "Mom, I need to go shower. Lori will be here in fifteen minutes. Can you help me get changed?" "Sure." She smiled at his behavior as she lead him up the stairs to the master bathroom off of her bedroom. "Use the walk-in shower in my bathroom. It'll be easier than the tub in yours." She pulled down the delicate zipper in the back of the dress and lowered it to the floor for him. He stepped out of it and she stepped into the bedroom to lay it carefully on her bed. When she returned, she had him turn and she undid the waist of his petticoats. Again he stepped out and again she laid it on the bed. When she return, he was had taken off his shoes and he was struggling with the rear hooks and eyes on his bra. "Here, I'll get that, sweetheart." "Thanks, mom." Lilly smiled, "That's ok, baby. Girls need help with things like this. That's why mothers and daughters stay so close." Paul blushed a bet deeper and let his mom take off the bra and she helped him with his stockings. "I think you can handle the panties by yourself, though, can't you?" she asked. "Yeah, mom. Thanks." Just then, the doorbell rang. "Shoot, mom, it's Lori. She's early and I'm not ready." "Don't worry, honey. You just take your shower and I'll entertain Lori." His mother turned him towards the shower and patted his pantied bottom. "Go on, now. Be quick." As he showered he noticed three things. First, his grandmother's pendent still hung from his neck. He tried to open the latch, but couldn't quite do it. Oh, well, he'd deal with it later Second, he noticed that, after wearing a bra for six-hours, his chest seemed to have an outline of the bra imprinted on him, giving him a hint of breasts. He didn't know quite what to make of that, but time was running short, he'd just have to see if the outline faded on its own. Third, his mother's soaps and shampoos were all floral scented. Oh, so what. The smell would fade in a few minutes. He didn't have time to run down to his tub. Besides, he was already soaking wet. He showered and dried himself quickly. Then, naked, of course, he tiptoed to his room. He could hear Lori and his mom talking downstairs. "Oh, Mrs Rooney, it's beautiful!" Lori was gushing. "You are such a talented woman..." Paul ducked into his room and dashed to the closet where he grabbed a pair of chinos and a checked, button-down shirt. He threw them on his bed, then grabbed a pair of socks and a tee shirt from his drawers. As he searched for a pair of underpants, he found nothing but an empty drawer. "Shit," whispered as he went to the door to call down for his mother to look for a clean pair in the laundry room. When he reached the railing he could, once again, hear Lori and his mother talking. "Oh, I love how deep the color is. It just shines. I can't believe you found something this elegant in a fabric store..." "Damn," he whispered, again and ran to the hamper in his bathroom. Empty. Mom must have put the laundry in the washer this morning. The only solution was to go commando, or... On top of his dresser was a package of panties his mother had bought for him to wear when he was acting as her dress model. He'd worn the white ones earlier today, but there were five other colors in there. What the heck, they were only cotton panties. No big deal, right? The only solid color pair remaining was pink, so he grabbed a purple and white pair and pulled them up his legs, careful position his moderately sized penis correctly where a pouch should have been. There. Problem solved. He grabbed his other clothes and threw them on, wrapped his wet, floral scented hair up into a bun and ran downstairs to Lori and his mom. "Hey, babe," Lori smiled as he entered. "Your mom was showing me the material she picked up for my prom dress. Have you seen it?" Paul said that he had and he knew that she'd like it. Lori was wearing her favorite cowgirl boots tonight. They were red and had a very high heel. Paul loved the way the she looked in them, but didn't like her wearing them on dates. She was three and a half inches taller than him in bare feet. With the heels, she was five or six inches taller. They did make her butt look good, though! After a moment of conversation about the material, Paul tried to usher Lori out the door quickly so that he could be alone with her. "Paul Anthony Rooney," his mother's voice stopped him in his tracks. If she was using his middle name, he was in some kind of trouble, but he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what he'd done. "What did I do?" "It's what you didn't do," his mother's scolding voice was cartoonish enough for him to know that he wasn't in any serious trouble. "Look at this beautiful young woman who you are accompanying tonight. She took the time to look perfect from head to toe before driving over here to pick you up and you're headed out the door with wet hair wrapped up into a ratty bun." Paul looked from his mother to his smiling girlfriend who raised her eyebrows and said, "She's right. You're hair is kind of stringy and wet right now." "Oh, for crying out loud," he sighed. "You both know that I let it dry for a while, then redo my bun." "Not good enough," his mother scolded. "By the time you get to The Dairy Bar, your hair will still be wet. It'll look terrible for hours. Now, upstairs with you and dry it with my blow dryer." "Mom," he laughed, "I think that the last time that my hair was dried by a hair dryer was four or five years ago when we were late for Aunt July's wedding. I don't even know how to use it. Besides, we're running late. It'll dry." He took Lori by the arm, but she shook him off with a big, conspiratorial smile. "Oh, we're not in THAT big of a hurry and I'd kind of like your hair to look nicer than it does. You know, your mom is right. I took the time to look nice for you - you should do the same for me." Paul shook his head. "Come on, mom... Lori... like I said, I don't even know how to use a blow dryer..." "No, problem," his mother cut him off, "we'll teach you. Come on, Lori, let's go to my bathroom and we'll teach my son how to make himself presentable." In spite of his protests, he was led upstairs to his mother's room and into the lavatory where he was told to sit on the toilet seat and let his hair out so that it could be dried. As his mother plugged in the drier and took out a large, round brush, Lori spotted the bridesmaid's dress on the bed and said, "Oh, Mrs. Rooney, this is gorgeous! Is this for the wedding?" Lilly peeked out of the lavatory and smiled at Lori as she held up the dress. She smiled at the younger woman's romantic reaction to the elaborate garment. "It is, dear. I just pinned the hem. Isn't it coming well? I still need to add all of the lace, and there's a lot of it on each dress, and there is a decorative flower pattern fits right at the bottom of the bust line. They will be beautiful when I'm done." "Oh, and what a beautiful petticoat. Oh, I hope that my wedding will be this beautiful." "It will, dear, I'm sure. Come on in here so we can talk while I deal with this mop of hair that you're dating." As Lilly went to work on her son, Lori asked questions about the colors that the bridesmaids were wearing and the venue where it would all take place. The hair dryer was loud and hot, so Paul only caught snippets of the conversation. "Honestly," his mom said with sincere feeling, "if I didn't have to work for a living, I would have loved to have made the bridal gown, too, but that's a pretty huge job and I never did anything like that, before." 'Thank God she's not making the bridal gown!' Paul thought as his hair was pulled so hard that he thought that it might get pulled out. "Well," his mother smiled as the dryer whirred to a stop, "that came out better than I expected." "Yeah," Lori agreed. "You look great, babe! Leave it down, tonight. I like it." Paul turned and looked in the mirror, surprised by what he saw. Typically, he just pulled his hair back and wound it into a bun. This time, though, there was a neat part down the middle and his hair looked healthy and hung nicely around his face and neck. It even looked just a little lighter due to being fluffed the way that it was. "Wow. I look so different." "Do you like it, because I really like it!" Lori was beaming. "I guess... Sure, I like it, fine." Paul was very surprised that it looked so good. He never really looked all that good - just, kinda artsy. "Wait, just a minute." Lilly had an idea. "Let me show you something amazing." She ran to her bureau and pulled out a photo album, thumbing through to find a specific picture. "Here, look at this! Isn't it uncanny!?" Paul and Lori looked at the picture and, truly, it was uncanny! The person in the black and white picture was wearing a checked, button down shirt and tan pants, very similar to Paul's. The person also sported a very similar hair cut and, and this was the uncanny part, the image had Paul's face! If it were not for the feminine smile, light makeup and obvious breasts beneath the shirt, even Paul would have sworn that it was a picture of him. "Oh, my God!" Lori whispered. "Who is that?" "That's my mother," Lilly beamed! "Just a few minutes ago, when I was helping Paulie take off.... Well, never mind that.... Anyway, I just said to Paulie that he was the spit and image of my mother, but this is getting a little freaky!" For his part, Paul was relieved that his mother had not blurted out anything about him wearing a dress, but he was bewildered by the picture. "Wow," Lori put her arm around his shoulder and shook him affectionately, "your grandma was a babe and you look just like her! How cool is that, babe!?" Paul wasn't sure how 'cool' it was, but it was a strange turn of events. He loved his grandmother and always enjoyed it when she was with them, but this was downright odd. They looked identical. "Isn't it amazing, honey?" Lilly was truly thrilled by the likeness. "And you know what's even stranger, Lori? This is the house that my mother grew up in. We brought it when my grandfather passed away. The room that Paulie sleeps in, now, is the same room that his grandma used to sleep in when she was his age." "Wow!" Lori laughed. "If your grandma weren't still alive, I'd swear that you were her reincarnated!" "Yeah... haha..." Paul was getting concerned about all of these coincidences. It was as if life was making him feel inadequate as a guy. He was ok with being on the short side - usually - but having been in petticoats all day, then Lori wear those damned spectator-boots so he felt tiny and now this! His sense of masculinity was waning. "When was this picture taken, Mrs Rooney?" Lilly took the picture out and look at the back of it. "Let's see that was fifty five years ago and mom is seventy three, now so..." "Oh, my God, babe!" Lori shrieked. "She was eighteen - the same age as you!!! You really are twins! Nearly identical!" Paul had had enough of this talk. "Alright! Alright! It's a pretty weird coincidence, but that's all it is - a coincidence. So, what? I look like my grandma? Big deal. Lots of kids look like their grandparents. I think we've talked about this enough. Come on, Lori, let's go to The Dairy Bar and have some dinner. I'm starving." "Ok, babe. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease, but you have to admit... it is pretty amazing." "Ok, you two," Lilly laughed as Paul pulled his girlfriend towards the door, petulantly. "Be good! Be careful! Come home safely!" "Good bye, Mrs Rooney! See you later!" Lori hollered back as the door closed, maybe just a little too forcefully, behind the two teenagers. The Dairy Bar was crowded, as it usually was on a Friday evening. Since most sophomores, like Paul, couldn't drive yet, at least not without an adult, most of the kids were seniors. Paul was one of the few boys with an older girlfriend, but there were a few sophomore and junior girls there who were dating older boys. Lori found a spot right by the front door. They got out and went in to place their standard order -two burgers, one small fry to split, a coke for Lori and an iced tea for Paul, with a malted chocolate milk shake to share for dessert. They greeted those kids with whom they were familiar and he chatted with a group of girls about an AP English Lit project that was due on Monday before getting in line at the counter. "$23.88, please," the cashier said. Paul reached for his wallet and felt just an empty pocket. 'Shit,' he thought as he realized that in his rush to get out of the house, he'd left his wallet on his bureau. Lori saw his panic and stepped forward, opened her purse and pulled out $30.00. "Here you go," she said as she handed the cashier the bills. "Keep the change." She smiled at her diminutive boyfriend as she threw her arm around his shoulder, "Pretty smooth way of not paying the bill, stud." "I'm sorry, Lori. I guess I was in such a rush that..." "Lori! Rooney! Over here!" It was Lori's friend, Beth. Until they started dating, Paul had never seen Lori without Beth. She always called Paul "Rooney" for some reason. He didn't mind. It sounded kind of tough. "Wow, Rooney! Your hair looks cool tonight! New look for you?" Beth asked as they took their seats. Paul smirked and shrugged as Lori grinned. "It's cute, right? I like it better than his boy-bun." "It is cute, Rooney." Suddenly, Beth reached across the table and reached into Paul's shirt. "Hey, what's that?" Paul saw the pendent in Beth's hand and he nearly died. He'd forgotten to take it off! How could he have been so stupid!? "Aww, that's really pretty, babe," Lori was admiring the jewelry. "Where did you get that?" "Umm... well, it was my grandmother's and she gave it to my mother and... well, earlier today my mom got it in to her head that I looked like... well, she usually wears it, but she put it on me as a gag and..." Lori laughed. "Oh, Beth, you wouldn't believe it, but when Paulie and I were getting ready to leave, well, his hair was all wet and his mother wouldn't let him leave until his hair was dry, so she..." Paul melted into his chair as Lori brought Beth up to speed on the Paul/grandmother story. Mercifully, the loudspeaker announced their number and Paul jumped up to get the food. When he returned, the girls were giggling and Paul was sure that it was directed at him until he realized that they were watching a couple of little kids who were playing outside the window. The conversation for the evening never returned to Paul's jewelry or his grandmother. At 9:30, they pulled out and went for a ride along the coast until they came to an inlet with a parking lot. They sat, Paul moved over and nestled in the crook of Lori's arm, and looked at the water and chatted for a while until Lori pulled him close and planted a long, luxurious kiss on his lips. He smiled as they parted and Lori immediately leaned in again and this time her tongue plunged deeply into Paul's surprised mouth. He accepted her tongue as deeply as he could as his hand caressed her the side of her breast. Lori pulled Paul as close as the stick shift between them would allow. Her tongue searched deeper and deeper into his throat and he slipped his hand inside her bra, releasing her left breast from its bondage. Soon, he was suckling on her nipple, tenderly biting it with his lips and teeth and she moaned in delight. Soon, her left hand had undone the button on his chinos and her hand was caressing his organ through the soft cotton of his underpants. They had ended their dates this way several times and both loved to play with the other in this way. As his penis became more turgid, she searched for the 'Y' front of his briefs to pull his member free, but she could not find the opening. As her hand went to slip beneath the waistband of his underwear, she noticed a difference. The band was smaller and gave way more freely and... what was that... was there lace around the elastic. What the hell was this!? Suddenly, Lori stopped and pulled away from Paul. "What?" he asked, confused and frustrated. "Sit back by the door for a minute." Paul did as he was told and Lori turned on the dome light. "What's the matter?" Paul was concerned. Had he bitten her when he meant to nibble? What? "Pull down your pants for me." "Ok," Paul said as he started to comply, then realized why she'd stopped. "Umm... I can't." "Why not?" He remained silent and tried to think of something to say. "Are you wearing panties, Paulie?" Her face was passive, well, maybe a little curious, but not angry. "It's not what you think... I was just in a big rush and... all of my underwear was in the laundry, so..." A smile crept across Lori's face. "Let me see them." He pulled down his pants, revealing the purple and white stripped, obviously feminine, panties. He had not even noticed, until that moment, that there was a band of white lace around the waist and leg holes. Could this night get any more embarrassing? "Cute," Lori grinned broadly. "I like it. Take off your shirt for me." Paul did as he was told and soon he was seating in the passenger seat of Lori's car in just a pair of panties and a pretty pendent. "Hmmm...." She hummed. "I like this look. Is there anything you want to tell me?" "I'd rather not," Paul answered honestly. "What are these marks?" She ran her hands along the traces of the bra straps and band that still remained. "Looks like a bra. I think you need to be honest with me, Paulie. Are you a transvestite or a transsexual or something? I mean, I'll love you regardless, but I need to know." Paul broke down and told her how he'd been helping his mom with something private, leaving out the most embarrassing details about the petticoats and how pretty he thought he looked in the dress. He said that it wasn't what it looked like and he swore that it wasn't anything weird - he was just helping he mother. When he was done, Lori told him how impressed she was that he'd help out his mom like he did, but her gaze remained focused on Paul's panties. She leaned over and reached into his waistband, grabbed his equipment and pushed it down between his legs. When she pulled her hand out, he was smooth where a budge used to be. She rubbed his smooth abdomen. "That's better. If you wear panties, they should look pretty. Your wiener messes up the front. I like it better this way." "You're not mad?" "Mad? No. I think it's sexy. Tell you what - if you wear panties for me again tomorrow, I'll make it worth your while. How would you like to have your first BJ?" He smiled. "I'd like that." "Then wear your prettiest panties for me and make sure that the front of your panties are smooth and pretty for me. Ok?" Paul was very flushed. He was so enthralled by the idea of an actual blowjob that the strangeness of the request didn't even register with him. "Ok. I'll wear panties for you." "Nice" her smile grew wider. "Let's get you home." Saturday morning began with a nice breakfast with his mom. Turkey-Bacon with eggs and fresh fruit before Lilly suggested that Paul take a shower before she got him ready to hem another dress or two. "Use my shower, honey, and use the conditioner after you shampoo. Just follow the instructions on the bottle." Paul enjoyed the warm water and the massage feature on his mom's shower. He'd been in the shower for about fifteen minutes and was rinsing after his second application of conditioner out of his hair when he heard his mother enter the bathroom. "Paulie, honey, I need to open the shower door. Turn your back to me if you want." He did and Lilly opened the shower door. "Here, honey, cover yourself with this," she handed him a face cloth. "Now, hold up your arm for me." "Mom, no!" "Paulie, yes. I can't put those beautiful dresses on you with that ugly underarm hair sticking out at me. It'll grow back. Don't make this into a big thing. Just let me take care of it." Paul sighed and shook his head. "Geez, mom, this is getting to be a bit much, don't you think?" "No, honey, I don't. I asked for your help and you agreed to it, and that involves looking good in the clothes. So, please, let's just do this and get it over with." Reluctantly, Paul raised his arm and his mother shaved away the little tufts of hair under his arms. "Now, face me," she directed him and she made quick work of the few hairs that populated his chest. Then she pulled a small stool to the side of the shower and told him to put a foot in her lap so she could take care of his legs. 'What the Hell?' He figured that there was no stopping her at this point and, like she said, why make a big thing out of something that would grow back in a few weeks. "Now, that looks much better. Now shut off the water and lean over towards me." She wrapped his head in a towel, turban style, then instructed him, "Rub some of this body oil into your skin before you get out of the shower, put on a pair of panties and my robe and meet me in the kitchen." When he arrived in the kitchen, Lilly guided him to a chair by the counter where there was a hair dryer, a brush and various other hair care tools. She removed the turban from his head and rubbed it to dry it a bit, then placed the towel on his shoulders, like a hairdresser's cape, before grabbing a brush and starting the process of preparing his hair. "See, the conditioner makes it much easier to run a brush through your hair. No snarls, right?" Paul nodded. She was right. His hair was, typically, a mess of knots and snarls. The brush seemed to pass through it easily, today. "Did anyone comment on how nice your hair looked, last night, honey?" "There were a few comments, alright. Lori's friend, Beth, teased me a little, but most people just kind of acknowledged it and moved on. No one made a big deal out of it, either way." "Hmm. I'm surprised," Lilly had moved to the back of her son and was looking at the ends of his hair. "It looked so much nicer than usual." Paul shrugged, but then sat up straighter as he heard the sound of scissors closing behind him. "Mom! What are you doing?" "Oh, just relax. I'm just taking about a half an inch off of the end of your hair to get rid of the split ends and neaten it up for you. You liked how it looked yesterday, right? Well, this will make it look even nicer." Paul breathed a frustrated sigh. "You know, mom, I think you're losing sight of the fact that I am actually your son. Don't let the panties fool you. I still have a penis down there." Lilly delivered a well placed dope slap to the back of his head. "Don't be crass to me, Paulie. Listen, your hair has been driving me nuts for years and FINALLY it looked nice yesterday. Lori thought so, too. Let's build on that. As for the panties, well, we have a deal right? It won't last forever. Oh, and I noticed that your still wearing your grandma's pendent. I think that's sweet. Why don't you keep it?" Paul had just gotten used to it being there and forgotten to ask for help to remove it. "Actually, the only reason it's still there is because I can't work the clasp by myself. Can you take it off for me?" "Oh. I thought you liked it. It's very pretty and grandma will happy to know that someone is wearing it. You are her favorite grandchild, you know." "That's just because I'm the youngest." Another dope slap. "Stop it. You know that she dotes on you. Leave it on for now. It looks pretty with the gowns. We'll talk about talking it off later." After the split ends were removed, Lilly went to work with the blow dryer, taking her time this time. She worked it and worked it, occasionally spraying parts of his head with water to fix mistakes. It seemed to take forever and felt like it was burning his ears and drying out his eyes. After a shower of hairspray for "just a little hold," Paul was told to stay where he was while Lilly helped to raise the stockings up his newly shaved legs. They did feel much nicer than yesterday, he had to admit. Then his shoes were added and he stepped into the petticoat which Lilly tied tightly behind him. Finally the bra was hooked in back, but then, instead of putting on his mother's robe, Lilly held open a light blue, checked shirt similar to the one he'd worn last night, but this one buttoned on the other side and had darts sewn into the front to accentuate a woman's figure. "Mom..." "Humor me. Just let me see something." He put on the shirt and Lilly buttoned it up for him, then stood back to take a look at him. "Wow." "I know. I look like grandma." "No, honey. You ARE your grandmother at eighteen. I mean, I know that I said you were the spit and image, but I am wrong. Your really are your grandmother. Look in the hall mirror." As Lilly picked up the counter, she heard a shriek from the hallway. "Mom! You... you flipped my hair under! I have grandma's actual hairdo from that photo!! Are you nuts!? I'm going out with Lori tonight! I can't go like this! Are you crazy?" Lilly hurried to her son and rubbed his back to calm him down. "Honey, honey, honey. I just put the flip in to see how it would work. I'll comb it out before your date. Don't worry your pretty little head, you'll look fine tonight. I'm sorry. I should have asked before I did it." He breathed again, a bit relieved. "I'm sorry, honey. Tell you what. You can take off the shirt if you want and go play video games. I won't need you for an hour or so." "Ok. Sorry I yelled I was just... you know... Anyway, I need to do some reading for AP Lit, so I'll be reading in the family room when you need me, ok." "Ok, honey and I'm sorry, too." Just shy of an hour later, Lilly walked into the family room to find Paul, still in the checked shirt with his feet curled up under the petticoats, tucked femininely into the corner of the couch with a book in his hand and cords from his ear buds hanging out of his softly flipped hair. He just made such a precious picture, that she took out her phone and took a picture of him. He never noticed. She touched his shoulder to get his attention. "Paulie. I need you now." "Ok, mom." He got up, managing the petticoats quite well, she noticed, put down his book and phone and followed her to the dining room. "Here, honey. I need to do the soft rose colored one, now. Take off your blouse and I'll help you into it." Paul rolled his eyes at the word 'blouse' but did as he was told. The dress went on the same way that yesterday's did. Lilly zipped up the back for him, helped him onto the platform and knelt to pin the hem. Paul noticed that a tall mirror on a stand had been placed in the dinning room about eight feet in front of his platform. There was no where else for him to look except at his reflection. It wasn't so bad, though. It was very different, of course, but the dress was very pretty and it was fascinating to see how different he looked with just a few alterations. And when he thought about it, his mom was really quite an artist, making all these beautiful gowns. It was like when he molded clay, or painted. Start with nothing - end up with something amazing. Lilly smiled as she spotted her son looking at his reflection. Paul was always a sweet, gentle boy, but all of this dressing and hair care seems to have taken that up a level. She didn't want to play games with his psyche, but she was enjoying having a pretend-daughter for as long as it lasted. "You look very pretty, Paulie." Paul shrugged nervously, but could not think of a thing to say. Finally, "I guess," came out as a whisper. The hem was pinned, but rather than take the dress off of him immediately, Lilly stood and looked in the mirror with her son. The platform and shoes made him almost half a head taller than her. That was unusual. She raised her arm, put her it around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. "You know, it couldn't be possible for me to love anyone as much as I love you and Keith, but part of me always wished that I had a daughter. Thank you for indulging me. I'm really looking forward to spending the next few weekends getting to know the new, feminine person that you are when you're dressed like this. I hope you're having fun, too." He thought back to last night and how turned on Lori was when she saw his panties. 'What is it with women wanting men in pretty clothes? And I thought I was weird!' he thought. "I wish your grandma could see how much you look like her. She'd love it." "Oh, I don't know," Paul chuckled. "She's a bit old fashioned about boys and girls." "Nonsense, I'd like to..." Their quiet chat was interrupted by a woman's voice calling as she swung open the kitchen door, "Hi, mom! Are you here? Paulie?" It was Keith's fianc?, Abby. As one of the family, she just entered without knocking. "Mom...!" The panic in Paul's eyes spoke volumes . There was no where to go. The kitchen was twelve feet away. She was headed into the dinning room and neither of them could get to the door before Abby did. "I brought the lace material you wanted, it was delivered... oh! I'm sorry," she spotted the woman modeling the dress and stopped yelling so loudly. "Hi, mom, here it is." She came around to the front of the pedestal and extended her right hand to the model, "Hi, I'm Abby, the bride. Thank you for helping out, the dresses are just... PAULIE!?!?!?" Paul's entire body turned blood red as he tried to hide, but was unable to get down. "Yes, it's Paul, but..." Lilly tried explain and calm everyone down. "Mom, Paulie's in a dress... a gown... his hair... mom! What's all this about!?" "Now, that's enough, just stop right there!" Lilly raised her voice to gain control. "Paul is my model - my PAID model, by the way - and he has been allowing me to have a little fun at his expense. Now, just stop the dramatics and calm down and whatever you do, don't tell his brother about this - he's only doing this because he loves you and and Keith." "Oh," Abby sputtered. "I see. Well, umm... Paulie... thank you for your help and, mom, thank you for explaining." She evaluated her soon-to-be- brother-in-law more closely and smiled. "You don't look half bad, there, Paulie. I wonder what your girlfriend would think of you." As if on cue, another woman's voice sounded from the doorway. "Could someone explain it to me? Because I am curious as to why my boyfriend is wearing a Cinderella gown." Paul turned on the pedestal and wished that he could just melt into the petticoats and disappear. Not only was Lori standing there with a shocked smirk on her face, Beth was there, too. "Looking pretty good there, Rooney." Beth joked at his expense. "So, Lori, what kind of a tux are you wearing to the prom." "Oh, shut up and leave him alone," Lori scolded her friend. "I'm sure there's an explanation for all this and, even if there's not, damn, baby, you are a hot looking girl - and no make up. I like the flipped hair, too." "Alright, Alright, Alright!" Lilly took charge. "Everyone's had their fun, now, out into the kitchen with the lot of you. Let me help Paulie down and we'll be there in a moment to explain everything. Shoo, now, all of you." They left and Lilly shut the door before helping Paul down. She hadn't noticed the tears that coated his face. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't think that something like that would happen. It'll be fine, you'll see." Paul couldn't help it. When his feet were on the floor, he buried his head in his mother's shoulder, held her tightly and sobbed uncontrollably. "It's over, mom, it's over. She's never going to go out with me again... Lori and Beth will tell everyone... I might as well be dead, mommy. My life is over." Lilly couldn't help but chuckle just a bit as she rubbed his back. " Oh, baby, baby. Nothing's over. We'll explain it all and everyone will laugh." He could barely breath, let alone talk, through the gasps and sobs. "No... I wish I was dead. My life is over." Minutes of this fear and hysteria passed until there was a knock on the door. Lilly opened the door enough to see Lori's face. "Can I speak to him for a few minutes, alone?" Lori asked. Lilly nodded and opened the door wider to let the younger woman in. "Be gentle," she whispered. "He's very upset." Lori whispered back, "I will. Umm, can we have like fifteen minutes or so. I need to make sure that he knows that I'm fine with this." Lori closed the door behind his mother and quietly locked it. Then she put her arms around Paul and hugged him close. He calmed down with the feel of her touch and the smell of her and her voice and her... everything. He'd honestly thought that he'd lost her. Thank God she was back. "Oh, baby," she whispered, "why are you crying? Everything is just fine." "I... I..." He still gasped as he tried to gain control of himself. "I thought that you'd leave me after seeing me like... this." "Are you kidding me? As much as I loved you yesterday, I love you even more, now. Look at how cute you look." Paul pulled back and smiled, looked at the gown he was wearing, fluffed it a bit and shrugged. "Cute is not exactly what I was going for." Lori played with his hair for a moment. "I love this look for your hair. Was it your idea?" "What?" Paul was incredulous. "Of course not. I showered this morning and mom wanted to trim my split ends, then dry my hair. I had no idea that she'd done this to me till I looked in the mirror. She was going to fix it before anyone saw me, but that was a giant fail, wasn't it?" "Well, I think it's adorable on you." She touched the exposed skin on his neck, shoulders and chest. "You're smooth, too. Did your mom shave you?" He nodded. "Your legs, too." He nodded and his blush deepened. "Really? I want to see." She knelt and raised the skirt of the gown. "Oh, my, Oh, my," she whispered. "Look at all those pretty petticoats." When she'd reached his legs, she said, a bit louder, "Oh, my, Oh, my. Stockings. And heels," she gave a sharp, exaggerated intake of air, buried in his petticoats, "and panties! Yay!" Paul giggled, but when he felt her pull down his panties, he gasped for real. When her tongue touched the tip of his penis, he was in heaven. He'd never felt anything this wonderful before and Lori had completely disappeared. He could see no trace of her beneath his voluminous gown, but he could feel her touching him. Playing with him. Kissing him. Suckling on him. It was amazing. He grasped the silken skirts of the gown and his head rolled back, allowing his curled hair to swing freely, femininely beneath his lolling head. His hips began to buck and his breathing began to increase in tempo. He could feel a bead of sweat run down between the cups of his bra. His entire manhood was being consumed amidst his feminine clothing. When he thrust forward, or pulled back, he remained entirely in her mouth, but the friction created by the movement combined with the suckling of Lori's mouth and throat made everything bubble up faster and faster. He was either going to cum or pass out pretty soon. When he came, it was powerful and violent and gentle and sweet, all at once. He let go torrents of seed into her mouth while stifling his need to scream at the top of his lungs and just let his eyes close and his mouth hang open until Lori climbed out of the tent of fabric and took him in her strong arms. His eyes rolled as they opened and gradually focused on his girlfriend. "Wow," he whispered. Her smile turned to a laugh. "You're adorable. Come on, your mom is worried." "...and then you all showed up at once. I know it seemed odd, it really was all explainable." Lilly had the photo album out on the kitchen table, opened to the picture of her mother in the checked shirt. They were all seated around the table drinking tea and laughing at the strangeness of the situation. Paul had taken off the rose-colored gown and had put the checked shirt his mom had given that morning back on. The tailored nature of the shirt did accentuate the line of the padded bra beneath, but no one seemed to mind. Below the shirt, his petticoats exploded into a heap of femininity, but, again, no one seemed to mind. "Well," Lori smiled, "I, for one, am glad that I got to see the 'new you' and you had better believe that I'll be back to see more of you over the next few weeks, until the dresses are done." "Actually, I'm glad you all saw Paulie, too, because I've been trying to bring up something all day and I couldn't quite get the words out." Everyone waited for Lilly's thoughts to continue as she flipped through the album of photos. "Here, look at this photo of my mother." She showed them a picture, this time in color, of a young woman, who looked remarkably like Paul, wearing a knee lengthen, scooped collared, three quarter length sleeved, lace covered, white dress standing in front of a flowering bush that was still very much alive in their own back yard. "Aww, she looks so young and beautiful there," Abby gazed at the picture. The timelessly elegant dress made the young woman look more mature, but still virginal and nearly goddess-like. "When was this taken?" "See, that's the thing. After Paulie left last night, I took out this album and looked all these pictures of my mom. This was taken fifty-five years ago next Saturday when mom went to her debutant debut at the country club. All the eighteen year old daughters of the members would dress up and be 'presented' as women for the first time. It used to be a big deal." "Huh," grunted Beth. "Yeah," Lori continued her thought for her, "sounds pretty primitive to me. 'Here's my daughter. She's ready for a mate. Come get her.' You know what I mean." They all chuckled at that and Lilly said, "I do, but it was pretty common for affluent families back then to have their daughters participate in these events. The newspapers took their pictures and wrote about them. It was a big deal." "She looks happy in the picture," Paul was more taken by the joy on his grandmother's face than anything else. She still smiled like that when the family was all together. "She was. She talks about this night a lot. She met my dad that night. They danced, they laughed, they fell in love, and they got married five years later when Dad finished college. It truly was her first night of womanhood." There was a general sigh of approval for the romance of the evening from the women and Paul. "Which brings me to my idea..." Lilly's smile was Cheshire in nature. She had something big planned. "See, I have that dress in storage. It was here when we moved in, so I brought it to the cleaners and had them store it correctly in case I ever had a daughter who may fit into it and... well, now, I kind of do... and, since next weekend is the fifty-fifth anniversary of her debutant debut, it seems like it would be the perfect time to recreate this picture for mom." "Mom..." Knowing his mother, Paul was already wary of where this was headed, but Lori cut off his objection. "Oh, what a great idea!!! You could have Paul dress exactly like your mom was, hair, makeup, jewelry, everything, and retake the photo by the bush in the back yard! I love it!" "That's it, exactly!" Lilly beamed at the enthusiasm from Paul's girlfriend. "Mom..." "Oh, mom," Abby cut him off this time, "grandma would adore that, I'm sure of it. What a great idea!" "Mom, I don't know if grandma would appreciate her grandson all dolled up in her old clothes." "Oh, don't be a stick in the mud, babe," Lori dismissed his concerns as she looked more closely at the photo. "He'll need an older shade of red for his lipstick and these pearl earrings are pretty distinctive. We'll have to find something similar." "No, no, I have those in my jewelry box. Mom gave them to me on my wedding day. They are for pierced ears, though..." Lilly threw in, but Abby came to the rescue. "They sell adaptors for unpierced ears..." "... or he could just get his pierced..." Beth offered. Paul felt as if he was in the midst of a tornado with words that seemed intent on destroying him swirling around him. Every 'but,' 'maybe' or 'I don't think' disappeared in the storm of women's voices. Finally, Lilly, looked at Paul and smiled. She was thrilled by the amount of support coming from the women in the room. "So, Paulie, what do you think? Will you do this one more little thing for your mom and your grandma?" "And for me, too, babe," Lori took his hand in hers and held it tightly. "It's going to be so much fun." "You're already doing so much for me, Paulie," Abby smiled, "helping out with all the bridesmaids dresses and all, but knowing grandma the way that I do, I'm know that she'd adore a picture of her grand-baby, as she calls you, paying tribute to her like this." Beth was uncharacteristically quiet as the final arguments went round the table. How about you, Beth? What do you think?" Paul asked. "I think you should do it, Rooney. Not for any particular reason, I just want to help dress you up." That brought laughter from the others. "I don't know, mom. I mean, I'd have to go out of the house and all... I'd feel kind of stupid, you know?" "No, I don't know, Paulie. What's stupid about doing something nice for your grandmother. She does nice things for you all the time." "Do it, babe" Lori said, then squeezed his hand to get him to look at her. She nodded her encouragement. She winked and smiled sexily. "Come on, babe, do it." Paul breathed a heavy sigh. "Ok, I'll do it, but you'd better make me look like a real girl. I don't want to look like a joke when we take the picture." They all applauded him. "Welcome to The Girls' Club, Rooney," Beth teased. "You've got a big week ahead of you!" After lunch, Paul went back to his book and Music, hoping to keep his mind off of the week ahead. Part of him was scared to wear the clothes and part of him was excited. The biggest problem was the fact that he was excited scared him more than wearing the dress. Lilly went back to preparing another dress. Abby went off for a bridal gown fitting. Beth and Lori went to the dry cleaners to get grandma's dress and do some other shopping. Their playful offer for Paul to join them was treated with a sarcastic, "No, thank you," from Paul. By the time dinner had rolled around, Paul had been a dress form three more times and had finished his AP Lit homework. Still wearing the checked shirt and petticoats, Paul joined his mom at the table at 5:30 for a typical Saturday evening meal - tuna sandwiches and fruit salad. "So, what are you and Lori doing tonight, honey," Lilly made small talk. He shrugged and finished his mouthful of food. "I don't know. I think we're hanging out here and watching some Netflix or a dvd. Is that ok?" "Sure. You know that Lori is always welcome here. I have to go over to Keith and Abby's for a few hours, though. I'm getting together with Abby's parents to go over things for the wedding. You guys will be ok alone here, won't you?" Paul nodded. "Now, be careful and behave yourselves while I'm gone. No alcohol, drugs or sex, right?" It was a usual warning from his mother and he chuckled. It was kind of her fault that he'd gotten his first blowjob earlier today and now she was telling him 'no sex.' Well, that was as far as things had ever gotten anyway. Probably no harm in that, so he kidded his mom back, "Don't worry mom. I won't make you a grandmother for a long time, yet." "Good," She kidded back, "because I'd have a heck of time explaining how you got pregnant." "Hey! That's not funny!" He waved her off with a gesture that was decidedly more girlish than usual. Lilly wondered if he was teasing, but decided it was better not to ask. "Anyway," Paul continued, "Lori will be over in about an hour and a half, so, after supper, if you wouldn't mind helping me to get changed and maybe straighten my hair before she gets here, I'd really..." "Knock, Knock!" Lori called in through the screen door, then she pulled it open and came right in. She was carrying several shopping bags and a garment bag with the name of the local dry cleaners' printed on it. "Lori!" Paul accepted a kiss on his cheek. "You're early." "I know, but I had all of this stuff and, to tell you the truth, I wanted to get here before you had a chance to get changed. I'm hoping that we might have a little fun with some things that I bought for you." Paul's mouth hung open as his mother took the garment bag and said, "Oh, how sweet! I wish I could stay to see what you got, but I need to get to Keith's. Here, let me take the garment bag, I'm dying to see the dress. Paulie, will you clear the table for me, dear?" She pulled the garment bag to the side and looked at the dress, which looked as if it had just been stored away yesterday. The material was bright and clean and freshly pressed. ?Oh,? Lilly put one hand to her heart as she looked at the beautiful dress. ?It?s just perfect! Oh, I wish we had time to have you try it on now, Paulie, but I have to get going. Tomorrow, I?ll see if I can find a shorter petticoat to go with this and I?ll check all the seams to be sure that the thread is still strong before you put it on. Oh! I?m so excited!? She skipped into the dinning room with the dress and hung it up before heading upstairs to get ready to leave. Paul stood to carry dishes to the sink, but Lori stopped him. ?Come here, beautiful. I want a kiss from my girly little guy.? He laughed as she planted a kiss on his lips, but when they broke the kiss he said, ?Hey, lay off the ?girly? stuff, ok. This is weird enough.? ?Oh, you?re right. I?m sorry. I?m looking at my boyfriend while he?s wearing panties, petticoats, stockings a bra, high heels and a pretty little blouse, his hair is flipped up like that girl on an old TV show and he?s got a pretty little necklace hanging in his cleavage. Why would I ever call him girly. I?m sorry.? They laughed at that and she kissed him again. ?I have to do the dishes, then, if you want, we could watch some Netflix.? ?Ok, honey, do the dishes, but I don?t foresee a lot of Netflix in our future. I do foresee a lot of silk and lace, though, so hurry up.? She swatted his pantied and petticoated butt as he walked away with his hands full. ?Don?t be so fresh,?he called back to her. ?Oh, you two,? Lilly said as she reentered the kitchen in a rush. ?Now, look, I?m serious, you too are pretty frisky right now, but I?m warning you both ? behave yourselves while I?m at Keith?s. We?re all having a good time and all, but I don?t want to have to be the bad guy and ruin all the fun. You both know how far ?too far? is, so stay away from that and be good.? ?Don?t worry, mom. We?ll be fine.? ?Don?t worry, Mrs Rooney. He?ll still be in his bra and panties when you return.? ?See that he is,? Lilly said with mock seriousness, but the kids knew that she really did expect them to behave. Heavy petting was ok, but that was it. If she knew about this morning?s blowjob, there?d be hell to pay. ?Bye, sweetheart,? she leaned in and kissed Paul?s cheek, careful not to let the dish water splash her, ?love you.? ?Love you to mom. Drive safely? And they were alone. ?Look at what I bought!? Lori squealed with delight. Out of the first bag she pulled several pretty, silky panties with lace panels on the front and sides. There were six of them. Then she pulled out a matching bra for each pair of panties. Each was as pretty and silky as its partnered panties. She had shown him her shopping hauls before and those had included bras and panties before, but never so many at once. ?Aren?t they pretty?? She was delighted with them. ?Beautiful. I can?t wait to see you in them.? She laughed, taken aback by this thickheadedness. ?They aren?t for me, silly. They?re way to small for me. They?re for you.? ?For me!? Why would you buy me six bra and panty sets? I?m only dressing on the weekends and mom bought me plenty of panties. We have a washer and dryer, you know.? ?Correction, sweetheart,? Lori reached down and flounced his petticoats as she spoke, ? you WERE only dressing on the weekends because it was all a big secret, but now that the secret is out, I want you to be pretty a lot more than just on the weekends. We?re just getting your wardrobe started, girlfriend, and by the time we?re done, you are going to be the cutest girl in town, I promise.? ?You don?t mean, like full time, do you? Like to school and stuff?? ?Not at first, babe, but, trust me, once you start to feel little and cute and feminine and SEXY, you?re going to want to feel it more and more and more and more.? ?But, Lori... I agreed to do this to help out and I?m glad that it didn?t freak you out, but you?re kinda freaking me out right now. I don?t want to be a girl. I want to be a guy and be with you.? ?Oh, don?t worry, baby,? she kissed him and fondled him through his blouse and padded bra, ?you?ll always be my guy no mater how you dress, but you agreed to the photo thing on Saturday, so you?re going to need to be able to leave the house to prepare for that and it will be a lot easier for you to have your hair and nails done if you look like a girl, right. That?s at least a few evenings out this week. We?ll go someplace out of town where no one will know you, ok? Hmm, we should talk about your eyebrows a little, too.? ?Hey! My eyebrows are fine as is, thank you very much. Now, I agreed to do this for grandma and if that requires dressing a bit more convincingly than I?d like, then so be it, but that?s it. After Saturday, I go back to just weekends until the bridesmaids? dresses are done.? ?And your cousins? dresses, too,? Lori pulled him into a tight hug. She guided his arms up behind her neck and she started humming and swaying him from side to side. She liked how he felt, soft and curvy. The modest heels made him a tad taller, but they also seemed to elongate and thin him out a bit more than usual. His rump stuck out more than usual, too, and that?s where she rested her hands. The petticoats felt delicious. For his part, Paul found the feel of the petticoats swaying around his legs distracting and exciting. ?What, do you mean?? He asked. ?You said till the bridesmaids? dresses are done, but your mom said that she needed you for some of you cousins dresses, too, so...? ?Ok, ok, you know what I meant.? He rested his head on her shoulder and listened to her humming while she guided him around the kitchen floor. She kissed his neck as she hummed. He loved it. She was in charge. She could do whatever she wanted as long as she kept doing this with him forever. ?Tell me you love me,? she whispered and then resumed kissing his neck. ?I love you.? He whispered back. ?Tell me I?m beautiful.? ?You?re beautiful,? he giggled as she nibbled his ear. They swayed some more and the soft layers of the petticoat tickled his legs. ?Now tell me that you don?t like how you feel when you?re dressed like this.? She looked him directly in his eyes. He grinned and turned away. ?Come on, you pretty little thing. Tell me that you don?t like how you feel when you?re dressed like this.? He heaved a heavy sigh. ?Ok. I do, actually, like the way I feel when I?m dressed like this. It?s all so soft and... delicate. I just feels kinda nice.? Lori smirked. ?See, I told you, so. Come on, let?s have some fun.? She began by untying the back of his petticoats and letting him step out of them, then she handed him a pair of the panties that she?d shown him. The pair she chose were purple with a lace panel in the front and a narrow lace panel on each side. ?I got you briefs, rather than bikinis so that your willy won?t pock out. Aren?t they pretty?? Paul looked at the elaborately laced item and could not deny that they were pretty ? beautiful even, but when he touched them, they gave him shivers. They were cool and soft and silky. Now, he had seen some of Lori?s panties, before ? never while she was actually wearing them because, she pointed out, correctly, that it was ok to fool around with his privates, but fooling around with hers could lead to consequences ? but her panties always seem cute and kind of playful. These were down right beautiful. They were they kind of panties he looked up on sites like Victoria?s Secret when he needed a little erotic inspiration at night. ?Go ahead,? Lori thought that his hesitance was adorable, ?put them on. They won?t bite.? ?Ok.? He moved to go into the bathroom, but Lori was in his way and didn?t move. ?I need to go in the bathroom to change.? ?Why?? ?Why!?? That seemed like an odd question to Paul. ?Yeah,? Lori scrunched her face in confusion, ?why? I mean, a few hours ago, I was nose to nose with your willy. I know what your dinky looks like, babe, and, frankly, I like it. Just get changed here in case you need help getting them over your heels.? ?What the heck,? he figured and he slide his colorful, cotton panties to the floor and slipped them past his heels fairly gracefully. Lori took in the vision before her. Paul was small and slender. The modest heel gave him some kind of fanny. His hips seemed a bit androgynous and his shaved legs, with their stay-up, nude stockings looked sexy and inviting. He could use a little trimming in the ?bush? area, but that could be dealt with easily enough at some point. Except for the rapidly stiffening penis, his lower half looked like a slightly late blooming eighteen year old girl?s body. His still clothed torso was still sporting a blouse, but the padded bra gave him some nice curves there, too. His face, which had never appeared to be overtly feminine to her before today, looked soft and sweet and virginal. His strawberry blonde hair flipped up at the bottom and his gorgeous blue eyes, a feature she had always envied, looked, suddenly, girlish and timid. Maybe just a little thinning