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Since I did have school the next day, and would need to revert to my
boy clothes, I decided to wear my leotard and tights for the rest of
the day, and not remove my makeup until I went to sleep. I wanted to
prolong my "girl time" for as long as I could! "Hi mommy, thanks for
picking me up, I love you," I said as I got in the car and gave my
mommy a kiss on the cheek. "Aaw, thanks honey, that's so sweet of
you! You know, it's funny that when you're dressed in your girl
clothes, I'm starting to notice a change in your personality. The
clothing seems to be making your more - well, "girly" in your manner
and emotions. I think that's wonderful, sweetie! As a boy, you would
never have expressed positive emotions in that manner and I think it's
just, well - a nice change. Oops," she said as she caught herself.
"I realize that I just referred to you as a "boy" in past tense, like
you're not a boy anymore! I guess I need to be careful and remind
myself that you're still a boy and my son, Taylor," she added.
"That's OK, mommy. I am starting to see myself as more of a girl than
a boy, and I'm glad that you are too! Please don't stop thinking that
way, I love it," I said. "As a matter of fact, I just had a good
"happy cry" in ballet class with some of the other girls and they came
over and hugged and supported me and I felt so feminine emotionally in
that moment. And it felt so right to me, like it's my nature and I'm
not just "pretending" to be a girl by dressing up like one. It's so
weird, right?" I asked. "No, honey, it's not weird - it's just who
you are. As I've said to you, we need to be constantly thinking about
where all this is headed, but from what you just told me I think it's
clear that an occasional dress-up is not going to satisfy you. You
have feminine thoughts and emotions on a much deeper level than that,
and I'm going to continue to not repress those feelings, OK?"
"OK, mommy. I love you so much!" I said.
"I'm glad you brought this up now, Taylor, because it occurred to me
last night that you are going to have to significantly expand your
wardrobe of girl clothes since you're going to be babysitting
regularly for Chrissie. Do you have any plans for this afternoon?"
she asked.
"No, and I was thinking the same thing mommy. One thing I wanted to
add - you have spent so much money over the last few days on leotards,
tights, panties and pantyhose, shoes, lingerie, rompers and makeup.
I'm going to be making good money from Mr. Roberts, I'd like to use my
own money to buy more girl clothes, and I insist on that!"
"OK, that's very grown up of you Taylor. Money is not an issue for
us, but it's important for your development as you grow up that you
learn how to take care of yourself and manage your money. So I'll
pick up the tab for today's shopping trip, but you pay out of your
savings going forward, is that a deal?"
"Deal, mommy," I said. "Why don't I text Rebecca, the sales girl at
Macy's, and see if she can help us out?"
"Great idea, Taylor," she said. "Also, I'd like to have a friend help
me to pick out outfits. Nothing personal mommy, but I think one of my
girlfriends will be more tuned in to the popular styles for a 14 year-
old girl than you would be :)"
"That's a great idea, too, honey. And I won't take it personally,
although I think I do have a pretty good sense of style from all the
shopping I've done with your sisters!"
"Hey girl, I have a favor to ask..." I texted Tiffany. "Sure, what's
up, babe?" When I explained to her what we were up to, she texted
back "OMG!!!! Are you kidding??? I'm SO there, girlfriend! I just
got home from ballet, do you want to swing by and pick me up?"
"OK, we'll be there in 5 Tiff." She was waiting outside when we
arrived and jumped in the car. "Hi Tiffany," said my mom. "That's a
really cute leotard." Tiffany was wearing a sky-blue leotard with
sheer black tights, and had on a sheer black wrap skirt and black
ballet flats. I agreed with my mom, she did look so cute! We chatted
excitedly about what types of outfits I was going to need as we drove
towards the mall.
Fortunately, Rebecca was working that afternoon and agreed to set
aside time to be our "personal shopper."
"So, there's one thing I wanted to talk to you about, Taylor" said my
mom. "Why don't you grab that box out of the back seat and take a
look at what's inside." My curiosity instantly kicked in, however I
was puzzled when I opened it up and saw what looked like to rubber
female breasts inside. "I don't get it mommy, why are you showing me
this?"
"OK, so hear me out Taylor. As you continue to spend more time in
girl mode, at Mr. Roberts' house or at other times, my guess is that
you'll have occasions that will call for wearing dresses, or a skirt
and blouse combination. The dresses and blouses that you'll be trying
on are designed to accommodate a teenage girl's budding breasts, which
are almost fully developed by the time a girl reaches 16. So,
unfortunately the dresses will simply not fit you right if you are
flat-chested. I did a quick Google search last night, and found a
local store that caters to transgendered girls, and they helped me to
pick out a pair of breast forms that would be the right size for a 14-
year old girl."
Both my mom and Tiffany could see that I was freaking out, so Tiffany
jumped in and said "that was so smart of you, Mrs. Anderson. I was
also wondering about how the dresses and blouses would fit on her,
that's the perfect solution. Can I see your new breasts, Taylor?"
She was joking around a bit, but I was still freaked. She looked them
over when I handed them back, and held them up against her own
breasts. "They're a little smaller than mine, so I have bragging
rights babe!"
"Yes, I thought it would be easier for her to get used to them if we
didn't start with a large cup size," added my mom. "Also I don't
think she is ready for the "attention" she'd be getting if she started
with larger ones."
I was listening to everything they said, but wasn't really hearing
them because it all just seemed so surreal. My head was swirling, and
I had so many questions. Do they have to be glued on, and can I take
them off? Otherwise how will they stay on? How will I take a shower?
Won't they look fake? Isn't this taking things too far? "OK, slow
down sweetie. First of all - no, silly, they are not permanent! I
read the instructions last night; they come with a gentle adhesive
that you apply to the back of the breast forms before putting them on.
The adhesive is meant to hold them in place, but it is not very strong
but when you combine that with wearing a bra it will be fine."
"What!!!" I said. "Wait a minute, mom. Isn't this going too far? I
mean I wasn't planning to start wearing bras. That sounds so weird!
Do I really need to do this?" I was honestly getting a little scared
that this was all moving too fast.
Mom pulled the car over, and put her arm around me. "Taylor, you
don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable with - so no,
this is not necessary. I just think that, since you have decided that
"girl Taylor" will be babysitting for Chrissie, well - if that's the
image that you're going to present, I don't think it's right to go
halfway. I mean - why hedge and NOT present a feminine image to the
best of your ability? Without filling out the breasts, you cannot
wear much in the way of girls' clothes. You could definitely get away
with wearing jeans and a loose fitting sweatshirt or t-shirt, but what
if you need to go out somewhere with the family that requires you to
dress up? For example - Mr. Roberts mentioned that Chrissie is taking
piano lessons and has a recital coming up, and she told her dad that
she'd like you to come. You're not going to be able to attend in
casual clothes, and - I'm sorry, but if you wear a dress without
"filling out" your bra, you're going to stand out like a sore thumb,
dear! As pretty as you are, I'm afraid you'll end up looking like a
boy in a dress. Do you see what I mean?"
I had to admit that my mommy was making sense. "So, you're not saying
that I'm going to have to wear them all the time?"
"No, of course not dear. They are really easy to attach and remove.
Listen, let's get to Macy's; we're fortunate that we have Rebecca
meeting us, we'll explain all of this to her and from what you told me
about her conversation with you the other day, I'm sure she will be
open and understanding and will also be very helpful in picking out
some bras for you. OK?"
"OK, mommy," I responded, wondering again if I was getting in over my
head.
"Hi Taylor, hi Mrs. Anderson. It's so nice to see you both again!"
said Rebecca as she greeted us in the Young Women's department at
Macy's. She gave us both a hug as I introduced her to Taylor; I
thought to myself "that is something else I love about being a girl!"
Girls get to be so expressive with each other which is so different
from being a boy. "Well, Rebecca," said my mom. "My daughter has
gotten a babysitting job, and is going to have to start building up
her wardrobe since they are expecting her to be in "girl mode" at all
times." So I think we should start with everyday wear, however there
will be times when Taylor needs to dress up to attend special events
with the family, so we'll need a few more formal dresses as well. Her
friend Tiffany wanted to come along to help her pick out some stylish
outfits. We're also going to need some lingerie and shoes as she only
has a few pairs.
Also - Rebecca, I was hoping you could help Taylor select some bras"
said my mom, as she pulled out the box containing the breast forms.
"What are those?" she asked. When my mom explained, Rebecca replied,
"That's so cool, here I can help you with them if you'd like? We've
had some women in here who have worn them after breast surgery, so I'm
quite familiar with how to do it. Why don't we measure you to get
your bra size, then we can head over to the lingerie department for
the fun part - picking out some pretty bras, and then we can go into
the ladies' dressing room to attach your "new breasts"! With that,
Rebecca pulled out a long measuring tape and first measured the breast
forms, then wrapped the tape around my chest while making some notes.
"OK, sweetie, you're a 32B, remember that," she said.
As we walked towards the lingerie department, Rebecca explained to me
the different bra styles. "So, Taylor I know it will seem
overwhelming to you, but it's not really that hard to remember. Our
bras are grouped by style; over there are the "minimizing" bras, for
girls with large breasts." As she waved her hand around the bra
department, she went on to explain the difference between full
coverage and smoothing bras, wireless and comfort bras, and finally
the strapless bras "for when you have a formal affair, sweetie" and
the sports bras. "Like Brandi Chastain!" I said and laughed.
The section we stopped in had all of the push-up bras, which Rebecca
explained, "Will be the best style for you, Taylor. Your breast forms
will have a slight "sag" to them, so I think a push-up bra will give
you a perkier look that will be more in line with how a 14 year-old
girl's bosom should be situated." I just went along with her,
assuming she knew better than me, while my mom and Tiffany shook their
heads in agreement. With that, Tiffany took hold of my hand as we
skipped off into the aisles. "Come on, girlfriend, let's find you
something sexy!," she said, as Rebecca said "your mom and I will start
looking at a few outfits for you, Taylor - you girls meet us back in
the Juniors department when you're done." As we looked around, I
found myself feeling very shy and even though I was so excited inside,
I was acting like I didn't care what we picked. "Why don't you just
pick one out for me, Tiff. Whatever, I'm sure it will work." She
looked at me quizzically and asked, "What's going on, Taylor? I
thought you'd be excited about this, and you seem a little down. You
want to tell me about it?"
"Tiffany, I don't expect you to understand this, but I'm a boy. I grew
up doing boy stuff - playing sports, hanging with my friends. My dad
always had this expectation that I would be a "man's man" and have the
same interests as him - sports, hunting, fishing. I realize that he
was a jerk, and I'm OK with the fact that I'm not going to be anything
like him - but I'm finding it hard to shake those bad feelings all of
the sudden. I just keep thinking that I'm a boy, standing here in a
leotard and tights, and about to pick out a new bra, and the word
"pervert" starts flashing through my head. I mean, look at you -
you're a beautiful girl and you belong here, not me." I felt a tear
stream down my face, and I fought against the urge to cry.
Tiffany held me by the shoulders, and looked me in the eyes. "It's
OK, Taylor. You're right, I'm sorry; I've been so selfish. It's
been really exciting for me to see the changes that you are going
through at each step along the way; I've been having so much fun
hanging with you, but I never stopped to consider how you were feeling
and what it has been like for you to deal with all of this. I've been
a terrible friend to you, babe. I'm going to try to be more
considerate. As for what you're going through - I can't say that I
truly understand what it's like for you, you're right about that. All
I can tell you is that I think you are the sweetest and bravest person
I've ever known. Although we haven't been friends before this year,
I've always known of you and have seen you in the hallways at school
with your friends, and - well, teenage boys can be such dummies.
There was one time last year, when I saw a group of you picking on a
younger boy - I thought that was just so mean! I immediately thought
of you as a jerk, and realize now that I held that opinion even though
I didn't know anything about you."
She went on, "What I've seen from you as I've gotten to know you has
been so amazing. Leigh and Ashley and I have been friends since 3rd
grade. But welcoming you into our "clique" has been so special to me.
When I get bitchy, I feel like you just let me be and don't cause
drama. When I'm upset, you seem so sympathetic. I know now that
you're not like the boys that you've been friends with, there is so
much more to you - and I'm not talking about the leotard and tights
that you're wearing. You are gentle and compassionate and tender, all
of the things that a girl should be that I think are really sweet
traits for a boy. Don't you see? I know this is a big step for you,
but what you're wearing on the outside is not nearly as important as
what you are on the inside. So, if you can put aside for a moment the
thoughts about what others may think of you; what do you feel as you
stand here with me in the lingerie department and thinking about
putting on one of these bras?"
Before answering her question, I just had to say, "Wow, Tiffany. I
mean you are a really incredible person. Everything you said is true
- well, I don't know about all the compliments you gave me, but giving
myself the freedom to accept my feminine side has opened up a part of
my personality that is so much different and bigger than anything I've
felt before. I don't quite understand how just wearing girl clothes
would make me feel more compassionate or considerate of others, but it
really is changing me on an emotional level. To answer your question
- it feels right, and natural and comfortable and exciting, and as I
look at the rows of different bras, I feel a warmth taking over me
that I've never experienced before. It's like all those warm and
positive inner feelings that I just describe are intensified when I
think about putting on my first bra and picking out some cute outfits
with you. It doesn't make it much easier, but you're right - I have
to focus on the positive and try to not worry so much about others'
opinions." She smiled and hugged me. "Taylor, I think you're the
best friend I've ever had."
"You too, Tiff."
With that we held hands and started looking through the racks of bras.
It seemed overwhelming, until we narrowed our search down to just the
push-up bras. There were mainly two brands - Maidenform and Calvin
Klein. "So, what are you thinking, Taylor?" asked Tiffany. "Well, I
was thinking before that I would choose the most drab and conservative
bra styles and looking at the Calvin Klein choices they seem to fit
that description. They're mostly plain cotton and it looks like my
color choices are black, white, or cream. But since you've inspired
me now, I'm going all out, girl! The Maidenform bras are so much
sexier, don't you think?"
"Absolutely!" she replied. "I totally agree!" I selected 3 bras that
I liked best - the "Love the Lift Cross Dye All Over Lace," in blue;
the "Custom Lift Satin Demi Bra," which had black straps and a
pink/white/black floral pattern on the bra; and finally the "Love the
Lift Satin & Lace Push-Up Underwire Bra" in pink, with black lace.
"You've got amazing taste, girlfriend! Those are exactly the ones I
would have picked out. "I always like to buy the matching panties to
have the "set"; if you look towards the bottom of the racks, it looks
like each of those bras does have a matching panty if you want to grab
them?" These panties were much more risqu? than the ones I owned, but
I liked Tiffany's idea of having a matching set and so I grabbed all
three pairs of panties and we headed back over to my mom and Rebecca.
"Cute selections, honey!" said my mom as she looked over the bras I
was holding. "It was smart to get the matching panties too!"
"Yeah, that's why I wanted to bring my "bestie" along" I said as I
looked at Tiffany and smiled. "OK girls, let's get started" said
Rebecca, as she led us into the women's changing room. I paused
momentarily as there were 2 women standing out in the open in just
their bras/panties/pantyhose and in their heels, holding up some
dresses against themselves before trying them on. But I realized that
they were not paying any special attention to me, as we walked to the
far end of the room which was less crowded. "OK, sweetie, why don't
you remove your leotard" said Rebecca. I kicked off my Uggs, then
removed my pink boy shorts, pink Victoria's Secret t-shirt, and my
pink leotard, and finally was standing in front of the mirror in just
my lavender panties and white tights.
Rebecca approached me from behind with the breast forms; I could see
that she had applied a small amount of the adhesive to them, and doing
one at a time she handed them to me, then guided my hand first to the
area over my left breast where the breast form was to be placed. "OK,
Taylor, not gently press the form up against your skin, and hold it
for about 30 seconds," which I did. I was surprised that it stayed in
place when I let go, and then applied the right breast in the same
manner. "Wow, they look so real!" I said out loud. "Can I see how
they feel, Taylor?" asked Tiffany mischievously! I nodded OK, and she
started feeling me up! "I think you're enjoying that a little too
much, babe!" I teased her. "I just can't believe how realistic they
look and feel, that is amazing! I always thought I had pretty nice
breasts, but I think you've got me beat girlfriend!"
"I decided that if we were going to go this route, I should get the
highest quality forms" added my mom. "I didn't want her to come out
looking fake up there!"
I wiggled back and forth, and was amazed watching in the mirror at how
my breasts stayed in place. I even jumped up and down, and again they
simply jiggled like a normal girl's breasts would. "I think this is
going to be so fun," I said out loud. "OK, Taylor - if you're done
playing with your new boobs, let's try on one of your bras," teased
Rebecca. With that, I decided to grab my favorite one - the pink and
black satin and lace push-up underwire bra. I easily figured out how
to get my arms into the straps, but was totally clueless when it came
to fastening the straps in back. "Try taking your arms out, hon,"
said Tiffany, and she continued to instruct me. "Now, turn the bra so
that the straps are in front, and hold it just under your breasts.
OK, that's good. Now, attach the hooks into the clasps on the other
band." Which I did easily. "OK, I think I get it, Tiff." And with
that I instinctively rotated the bra around so that the band was in
back, then put my arms through the straps, and finally pulled up the
bra to cover my breasts. I could not cover my excitement when I
looked in the mirror, and neither could my mom, Rebecca, or Tiffany!
It was such a fun and bonding experience and Tiffany told me thanked
me for letting her be a part of it. I was mesmerized at how the pink
satin cups of the bra pushed my breasts together and lifted them up,
which gave me some killer cleavage! And also how the sexy black lacy
fabric around the cups looked against my skin. I knew at that moment
that I had crossed a line and that it would be hard to go back....
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