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With a little help from my mom 2 Getting home from the astrology convent, I had to handle all the impressions the witch party had made to me. I had been dressing up as a girl in a full dress with makeup and nail polish. But I didn't have a clue whether this was my real me or just a role I played. The terrified joy of dressing female made me quiet and thoughtful. Mom observed this and tried to make me share what I was thinking of. We were sitting opposite to each other at the kitchen table, like we so often used to. Mother caressed my hand with hers. - What is on your mind? - Nothing - Do you know something: It is impossible not to have thoughts. We have thousands of them every day. You are thinking right now. - So many things happen. The witch party.... - Yeah. We dressed up as witches! What about it? - I never faced so many people before. - Did you like it? - Kinda. - Did you like your friend Matthew who sat right next to you? You know... like like.... - Mom! Shut up! I looked away. But I also knew the question might come. The possibility of being gay was a scary thought. And it felt strange to me. I enjoyed Matthew's attention at the convent, but did I want to hold his hand? Did I want him to kiss me? I had a bad feeling in my stomach. He asked for my phone number but didn't get it. I had to lie, which I hated. And what about all this femininity that I was indulging myself in? I had to be sick or something. But thinking of girly things led to nice feelings. How could it be wrong to feel joy? My head was full of considerations and ambivalence. Coming out to Grandma Mom interrupted my thinking. - Maybe we should go and see one of your true fans? - Huh? - I mean Grandma. She loves you more than anyone. Seeing my vital and refreshing grandmother was always pleasant. Her home was a safe haven. I always felt welcome there, no matter the situation. And right now, I was in the middle of a mental turmoil. How could I say no to mom's suggestion? The next question from mom was inevitable: - Is Grandma's visitor a boy or a girl? This was difficult. Last time I saw Grandma, I wore an invisible bra. That was my hidden girlhood, not to be displayed. Nevertheless, she must have sensed or known about my femininity in some way or another. And she awarded me with her own grandma's ring. In addition, she requested from me to wear the ring always. I think she threw an anchor into my feminine heart. And now I was supposed to suddenly turn up as a girl. Was I ready for that? Should I give her such a shock? Of course, I didn't realize all the hidden phone conversations that had taken place between my mother and hers. Mother interrupted me again. - Remember she likes all of you. You can present yourself in the way you want. You will always get the hugs, the compliments and the nice dinner. - Maybe girl..... - Yeah. Sure. We'll do that! I think she would like to see us this afternoon already. Mom looked excited like she always did when it came to my feminine desires. Of course, she had already made the appointment with Grandma. It was all in their hands, but I wasn't aware of how close the two were in touch with each other. Mother studied my eyes. - You know something? I'd like to see more of your eyes. - What do you mean? - May I just shape your eyebrows a little bit? I was sitting in our recliner leaning back like at the dentist's. - Ouch, ouch, ouch! Mom was singing and humming while plucking my eyebrows. - Show me if your ouching can match the rhythm in my singing. I stopped my complaining. But the "little eye shaping" took long. Most of the hairs were removed from the lower part of my eyebrow, where it hurts the most. - Now have a look at yourself! I didn't see a big difference at first. But mother assured me there was a change. - What about school? - I don't think they will even notice. They haven't studied your eyebrows before. Why should they do it now? I think you should show off a little for Grandma today. Show her the girly part of you. Wear your B-bra and a sweet feminine top! Mom went to the closet and found a long powder blue top with a rather high neck. It had frills all over the chest. Below the chest the top flared out and covered my hips, almost like a tunic. - Put on your grey stretch jeans and let's try this top on you. I just love it. But you can't wear your boy briefs underneath the stretch pants. They will show. I'll find a panty for you. I went out to the bathroom to put on my panty and jeans. I then took off my boy T-shirt. - May I help you with the bra? - Sure. I knew how to put the bra on by myself, but I enjoyed the assistance. I cherished the care and protection against my own doubt and ridicule. She held my only B-cup bra in her hands, and I put my arms into the black garment. Then she fastened the hook, pulled it down and adjusted the straps. I chose to place the inserts by myself. I then lifted my arms, and mother let me put on a camisole she had bought at the mall. Arms up again, and she let my new frilly top drop down my torso until it was into place. Mother clapped her hands. - Look at you! It was time to redden again. But I also felt a great inner pleasure of being feminine and pretty. Mom had always tried to make me express my feelings. So, I tried: - It's smooth mom. It really is. - You mean sweet? - Right Then it was time for her hugging and embracing from behind. I actually loved this. - Do you want to try clip-on earrings? Mom went through her drawer. - Where are they? Hm. Here. It's a long time since I used you dear friends! She held two pearl earrings in her hand. Then she attached them to my ear lobes. - Cute! Heading for Grandma, I wore my star spangled grey and blue jacket. But it didn't hide my protruding breasts. I also wore my low-heeled boots. Together with mom I had applied some mascara. My lips were covered with a pink lipstick mother had given me. She had also finished my hair. I am sure I looked like a sweet girl and nothing else. But I was afraid. The astrology convent was like Halloween. But this was real life. Was grandma going to accept me like this? I sank down in the car seat as if I didn't want to be seen. - Are you sure Grandma is not going to laugh at me? - Has your grandmother ever made fool of you? - No, I don't think so. - So, why should she do it this time? - But mother! I am all girl. I have boobies! - Yes. And they're so pretty too. I know older women would envy you your firm breasts. - She has never seen me like this. - No, but you will make her happy. I'm sure. - How do you know that? - I know my mother, and she knows you. Maybe your appearance is not such a big surprise to her. That was unbelievable. I shivered of fear the last mile before we pulled into Grandma's driveway. For some reason, all my attention was drawn to my chest. I felt like two huge tits with a boy attached to them. All other feminine attire like earrings, stretch trousers, mascara and hairdo were out of my mind. On the way up to the entrance I walked behind my mother with my head bowed like a prisoner heading for his execution. "Ding dong!" The doorbell sounded like a church bell on a yard's distance. Normally Grandma's embraces last about 15 seconds. This one was like a minute or so. - My precious Sam! She rocked me from side to side, smiled, watched my face and kissed my forehead. Then she hugged me again. It was like I had been away for a year or so. I was only concerned about my bosom and how much notice she made of it. But I felt something was different and more passionate with her welcome this time, and I managed to say hello to her. - Hi Grandma! Nice to see you. - It is just wonderful to meet you again Sam. You won't believe how I have been looking forward to this. First of all, I want to check if you are wearing the ring I gave you. Then I want to hear about the astrology convent. She kissed me on my forehead and checked my ring with a smile. I entered the living room. My boots were off, and I was in my socks. But I still wore my jacket trying to hide my breasts. Additionally, I pulled my shoulders forward to make the breasts diminish. After a while Mom thought I had to be warm and asked me to undress my coat. I handed it reluctantly to her. But then I immedeately crossed my arms to hide the breasts behind them. It must have looked ridiculous. But mom understood the problem and made no comments. Grandma was in the kitchen. - Dinnerrrrrr! - Coming! It smells wonderful, mother! Like always! The boy with the tits was not able to smell anything. I had my seat at the table still with my arms crossed. Both my mother and Grandmother are rather busty. And it never crossed my mind that I was the one with the smallest bosom among us. - Enjoy your meal! How do you eat with crossed arms? I just had to drop my arms and expose my chest. It felt like the whole world was watching me naked. Or like there were camera men outside the window just waiting for the right vulnerable moment when all my self-conscience was about to drop to the floor. Here I was showing off my two ball-formed lumps that didn't even belong to me. And I was just waiting for Grandma's eyes to stare at me and drop her jaw. But it didn't happen. Nothing happened. - Claire! Did you like the stew? You must eat, Sam! In fact, they didn't comment on my appearance at all for a long time. I felt a huge relief and finally came to my senses. All my sweating had been without reason. I felt the smell of the wonderful food, and I even enjoyed watching my boobies between me and my knife and fork. I fact the view of them was so pleasant that mother had to remind me of the two other people present. They laughed, and I was embarrassed. But I survived that. I wasn't until the end of the desert that Grandmother mentioned my clothes. - My, isn't that top neat. Did you pick it yourself, Sam? - Mom helped me. - Claire, I think you hit the bullseye there. It's just adorable on him. - Everything suits the handsome one, mom. Grandmother watched me, but I didn't fear her any more. The she put her arm around my shoulder and looked me into the eyes. Then she looked at mother - You know something, Claire. I've never seen a more handsome Sam. I am just speechless. - Yeah mom. I was just about to say the same. He is just my little princess. That's all. - Wait, something is missing! Grandma left her seat. Mom and were watching each other. Mom rose her eyebrows and tilted her head from one side to side. Then Grandma returned with a silver necklace. I was a chain with stars, moons and seagulls. - For some reason I haven't used this for a while. She fastened it behind my neck. - What do you think, Claire. - I think it's sweet. Go to the mirror, Sam. Then it was my turn to leave my seat. I tried to walk the way mom had told me in the hotel room, and I watched myself in the mirror. I saw a girl, and I had to admit she was pretty. In fact, she was so beautiful that I could have fallen in love with her. Confusing, but nice. I had a warm feeling in my chest. Right now, everything was OK. The sight in the mirror was delightful, and I tried not to think of future obstacles. I thanked Grandmother, and I went to the bathroom to touch up my lipstick. Returning to the living room, I could see mother and daughter exchanging glances while smiling. Mother replied: - I think Grandmother and I both love that you take care of your appearance, Sam. Grandmother moved in the chair - And now I am ready for the Halloween story. - Mom, it wasn't Halloween! Mother rolled her eyes. Grandma must have been so uniformed about the event we had joined. Mom tapped me on my shoulder. - Perhaps you could give her some correct information, Sam? I sat right next to my mother with my legs pulled up. That was my favourite position. I watched my boobs and caressed my new necklace with my right hand. Then I told Grandma about the shopping, the exhibition, the fortune teller, the clothing, the costumes. Between each sentence I turned to my mother for approval. I even mentioned my makeup and dinner partner. And then I told her about the prize we received and the applause. Grandmother listened like it was a fairy tale. - Wow! Am I impressed what you two have achieved! Tell me, Sam: Your mother bought you some tops and a pair of pants at the mall. How many skirts and dresses do you have? I have got the very nice long black dress I used for the witch contest, Grandma. Grandma poked my mother and joked: - Is that all? Claire! Are you neglecting your son? He can't be a witch every time he wants to look nice! How many dresses do you have yourself, Claire? - More than him. But we need some time to fill up a girl's wardrobe. And it's expensive. - Money is not the problem. This is important. And he also needs some shoes to use indoors. You can't walk around in your socks like this. Mom was not poor. But Grandma was a widow of an owner of a real estate company. She was pretty wealthy and had supported us several times. - Dear grandson Sam. May I invite you to go shopping with grandma? - I'd love to, Grandma. I kissed her on the cheek. She giggled, went over to me in the sofa and whispered in my ear: - You and I, Sam. We're a good team. I know exactly where to go. Mom gave grandma a hug and thanked her for her support. Shopping meant public appearances in girl mode for me. The memories of my panic attacks in the mall made me uneasy. I took off my two clip-on earrings. - These start to hurt. The two women looked at each other before we said goodbye. Express your feelings In the car on the way home mom wanted another express-your-feelings- training. - You know, Sam. Women are usually better to express their feelings than men. And that is a desirable gift. You have already made progress. But perhaps we should do some more training on our way home. Could you give me a summary of what we just experienced? And I don't accept any dunnos! I tried my best: - We had dinner. - Right, little friend. Is that all? I had to think - It was chicken stew, and I was a bit afraid before I came there. - That was visible Sam. I didn't like that, and I tried to cheer you up. - But it wasn't that bad after we arrived. - Exactly what were you afraid of? - Showing off my balloons, I guess. - Let's call them breasts, Sam. And how did that go? - Grandma didn't make a big deal out of it. - Ok. And what did that do to you? - It was chill. - And that means - I felt relieved Mom nodded behind the steering wheel - I can recognise that feeling. And what happened thereafter? - Not much. - C'mon Sam! - I felt OK. - That was also obvious to me. What does OK really mean? - I started liking my... you know.... breasts. Being this explicit was difficult to me. - And? - Mom. I'd really like a new dress. - Sure. Now we're talking, little princess. Grandma is going to buy you one. Why would you like a new dress? - Because I like it. - That wasn't a real answer, was it? Try again. Why would you like a new dress? - Forget it, mom! - No, I won't. We are talking about things that are important to you. Come on sweetie! - It makes me feel like a girl. And it makes me feel high as a kite. - My dearest Sam. I just love it when you feel high as a kite. Mom asked me to find a Kleenex in her purse, just to wipe a tear from her eye. I wish I could lick her earlobe. But that would have been a traffic hazard. School I didn't show much of the girly me at school. Mom once introduced me to a bra because of my chest pain. In the aftermath, it was surely over the top and a rather awkward suggestion. But it was a spark in my life, and it opened doors to a new and pleasant world. I am grateful for it, and I carried on wearing the hidden A-bra in spite of the senselessness. Gradually, I had supplied with panties and pantyhose. I learnt how to put on my pantyhose without making runs in it. I preferred the pantyhose on cold days. At school I tried to keep my hair boyish, but it was a bit difficult since it was so long. Mom taught me to put it in what she called a "man bun." I don't know how masculine that was, but it was tolerated. Otherwise, I was all boy. But with mom I kept dressing like a girl most of the time. My appearance at school was not according to my inner desires. I wanted to be more feminine but was stuck in my fear of being made a fool of. Mother, my trusted and experienced guide, used to push me in the girly direction. But when it came to school, she was a lot more careful. One thing was to dress for Grandma. School was something else. I was certainly not the type to just turn up in school as a girl. I admire all the brave people, but I am not among them. So, I was slowly experimenting with my appearance and how I could handle my own fear. One of the small steps would be my nails. Mom had told me how I could keep my nails neat without using nail varnish. She introduced med to a six-step nail file where I started at step one and progressed to step six. After the procedure, my nails were shining like a mirror. I was also encouraged to slightly increase my nail length. But then I had to be careful not to break them. My pretty nails were not noticed at school. I managed to relax. Mom suggested I used a nail hardener. I didn't want to destroy the nice surface I already created with the nail file. So, we chose a clear and glossy nail strengthener. Also, this time there were no comments from my classmates which were mostly girls. I think they were minding their own business. After a couple of weeks, we were doing group studies. I presented my written work to Lucy who was sitting right next to me. Lucy was one of the loveable, caring and humble girls in my class. She was a tall blonde nice young woman wearing high ponytail and boot cut jeans. And I felt attached to her in some way. Suddenly she noticed my nails: - My, your hands are so neat Sam! I must have blushed. How was I supposed to explain this? I presented a half lie: - They break so easily. So, mom taught me how to take care of them. - Mine break too. Have you found a solution to that? - They're OK now. - I see that. Tell me how you do it! We had a little chat about nail care until the teacher made us go ahead with our project. I think this was my first day of coming out at school. It was no big step, but a start. And I continued manicuring my nails. Mom and I used to have our cosy nail polishing moments. She helped me with applying the polish. And she also suggested using a little bit of colour from time to time. But I didn't dare to wear colour at school. Mrs. Henderson I had a day off at school, and I was supposed to go shopping with Grandma. Mother couldn't drive me to her because of her job. So, I had to take the train all by myself. But it was no big deal. I was 13, and I had travelled the same route several times before. Mom prepared me for the trip. Grandma had instructed her to shave my legs since we were shopping dresses and skirts. I didn't have much hair, so that went quick. But it was funny that my first shaving was not on the chin. Grandma wanted me to arrive in girl mode since we were going directly from the railway station to her selected shop. I was also told to wear my B-cup bra and a skin toned pantyhose underneath my clothes. This was my first outing as a girl all by my own. And I was nervous as usual. Mother dressed me in my grey narrow jeans and a turtle neck tight top that had a vertical striped pattern. The top was of no use in hiding my boobies, and I had to rely on my astrology jacket. My makeup was discrete, and there was nothing flashy about me. Nevertheless, I felt I was drawing attention from everyone when I was waiting for the train in the morning. In the train seat I stared at my cellular and did not look up until the conductor collected my ticket. - Morning miss. Click. Click. There you are. Have a nice trip! I seemed to fool the conductor. Maybe it was time to calm down. I looked out of the window at all the passing posts, the fields, the cars and the people that were heading for their jobs. I fumbled with the content of my bat decorated bag. Inside was an apple, a banana, a scarf, extra socks, my cellular, wallet and my lip gloss. After a while I felt more excited than scared. Somehow, I knew there would be no ridicule and that I was going to be taken care of. Grandma seemed so protective. I just wanted to stick to her and feel her care and strength. Somebody found the seat right next to me at the aisle. I swallowed. It was a big man with a hat. He smiled to me, and I had to smile back. - Are you going far? - No, only for Chrisburg - Shopping with the other girls maybe? - Sort of. No more discussion. I was so happy that Chrisburgh was already there. I said goodbye to the man. Coming to terms with my recent encounter drove my attention away from the other passengers leaving and entering the railroad car. Grandma was there on the platform. And I was so happy to see her. I just clasped her around the neck. - Grandma! - We're a winning team, Sam. You remember that? We will have so much fun today! How was your trip? - Great. I talked to two people. - Okeeey? - First, I met the conductor, then I had a chat with a man. Grandma never asked about the extent of my chat but gave commendation for talking to strangers when I was so nicely dressed. - We all need some practice talking to people, don't we? - I fooled them, Grandma. - I don't think you did, Sam. You are a girl and a boy. They were talking to the girl-Sam. She is real. By the way: I believe Claire has taught you some girl moves, hasn't she? - I know them, Grandma. We need to be like jelly! - Jelly? Has mom told you that? - Yeah - Does it bother you if I remind you on being jelly once in a while? Of course, I agreed to that. I felt so eager and joyful. My anxiety was already on a low level, and I was looking forward to what was going to happen. - OK Sam. We are heading for Auburn and Winters. It is a high-end clothing store. I have made an appointment with Mrs. Henderson. She is a very decent woman, an old friend of mine and probably the most experienced saleswoman in the store. She knows exactly what you need. Feel free to express what you want. And Mrs. Henderson already knows about a grandson of mine, but never heard of a granddaughter. So, I can't pretend you 're a biological girl. OK? Ready for the moves? - Sure! One foot after the other. Keep your elbows to the body. I'm already like jelly. You need to be jelly too, Grandma. Grandma laughed and agreed. We started the three hundred yards stroll to the store. There were cars everywhere. A couple of weeks ago they would have been like monsters to me. But now I was more relaxed and concentrated on my walking, ready for Mrs. Henderson. The window displays in her shop were full of stiff black faceless mannequins wearing women's clothing. And the lighting was dramatic. Strangely there were no price tags visible. I took a deep breath and felt the thrilling anxiety. I had been in a women's clothing store with mom before. But this one was a bit different. I saw endless rows of metal racks and coat stands. On them there were hangers with interesting clothes. But it all was so overwhelming. I noticed the spotlights in the ceilings. On the wall there was a picture of a pretty woman wearing a coat. The only sound was the soft music that came from some hidden loudspeakers. That was good, because I didn't feel for rock music at the moment. They had just opened the store, and some shop assistants were chatting and waiting for customers. They all wore a knee long black narrow skirts and a red blouse. - Joanna! How nice to see you! - Beth, I had to see the very best, you know! It must have been Mrs. Henderson that gave Grandma a hug. She wore an identical uniform. - And this must be Sammy? - Correct. This is my proud and very beautiful grandchild. - Beautiful indeed, Joanna. Must be your genes. - You're just too kind, Beth. - Sammy, I have been so eager to meet you. Your grandmother has told me so many nice things about you. And now you came to see me! I feel honoured. - How do you do Mrs. Henderson. Nice to see you too! Mrs. Henderson placed her hands on her thighs, bent a little forward and smiled like we had a little secret. She lowered her voice and said: - And I've heard you just loooove dresses and skirts. Am I right? I must have blushed right there. I nodded, looked down and answered: - Right Mrs. Henderson. I do. - How lucky! I have thousands of them. Now tell me a little about your preferences. I was speechless again. I desperately needed all the girl emotion talk practice I had from mom. But nothing worked right then. - Do you like the skirts to be narrow or white, red or black? Do you like the dresses to be long or short? I paused for a moment, looked at Grandma then Mrs. Henderson. - I think I like all of that. - Good! Then Grandma can buy the whole shop! They both laughed. I told Mrs. Henderson that Grandma couldn't afford that. Mrs. Henderson smiled. - I think we should start with measuring you. Please follow me! We passed all the racks and went to a large fitting room area. - You can hang your jacket here, Sammy! This fitting room is for you this morning. Undressing my jacket meant putting my two breasts on public display again. This time there was no time for arms crossing or any hesitation, and Grandma took the jacket. I stood in front of the saleswoman with my two glorious boobs behind a white and red striped top and grey tight jeans. Mrs. Henderson had her measuring tap over and under my bust. Then she measured my hips and told me to stand under a measuring stick to get my height. Mrs. Henderson was ready for her statement: - Ok 5 foot 4. Nice. Shall we start with skirts? My recommendation is that we either find wider skirts or skirts with a high waist. The reason for that is that your hips aren't the widest. We can compensate with wider skirts or skits that don't show the hips off. I suggest we look for flare skirts. Do you like them short, Sammy? I was back to my senses after my initial announcement of loving the whole store. - I feel a little bit naked wearing short skirts, Mrs. Henderson. Can you find some that are longer for me? - Sure. Let's see... She disappeared for a pretty long time. Grandma told me I was good at loosening up and that I spoke very respectful to Mrs. Henderson. She also told me she had a very good time herself and loved women's fashion. - I'd just love to see you wearing what she presents you, Sam. - I'm keen on it too, Grandma. Hope you can help me dressing. I pointed into the spacey fitting room the shop offered. The room had an arched entrance with a heavy red curtain hanging at the side. Inside was a matching red cube to sit on and a tall mirror in the corner. The floor in the room and the hallway was covered with black tiles. - Sooooo. Here we are. Mrs. Henderson was carrying skirts over both arms. In addition, she brought an assistant equally loaded with clothes. Grandma laughed. - Beth. You are amazing! - Now, I have got some blue ones, a red one, a purple, green. Denim, synthetic, cotton..... My favourite is the denim one, but I'll come back to that. How about trying on this black and white floral knit skirt? It should be your size. And I brought a matching top for it too. Please. Grandma went with me into the fitting room and pulled the curtain. I stripped off my top and jeans and exposed my bra to her for the first time. She looked me up and down. I was wearing panties, a skin toned pantyhose and my black B-cup bra. She looked pleased. - I can see that Claire has dressed you according to instructions. Now let's see if we can get these things on you. She started with the top which was a black knit pullover with narrow arms. The arms flared out in the lower part. Then black flared skirt was high wasted, and I put my top into it. The skirt was of a heavy fabric and ended right above the knees. It had a white floral pattern in the knitting. - Now isn't that adooorable? Grandma was obviously thrilled by the sight of me. Mrs. Henderson produced a pearl and Chrystal pendant and a pair of black pumps. She asked me to come out in the area between the fitting rooms. I watched myself in the huge mirror and manged to show the female manners that I had learnt. I held my wrist to the hips, made ha twirl, leaned on one leg, tilted my head and smiled. I felt aroused and happy. Mom should have heard me: - This is just so beautiful! - I am glad you liked it. But there are also other possibilities here. Then we went on with different skirt and top combinations. All the skirts were A-line or flared. Mrs. Henderson showed me her favourite which was a denim skirt, also high waisted with a flare. It stopped above my knees and had pretty details sewn into it. - You know. Most girls your age prefer shorter skirts. Maybe you should allow yourself one of these for casual use. Use a white cropped top like this with it. We pulled the curtain again and tried it on. Grandma nodded and shared her opinion: - It makes you look exactly like your peers. I think you should choose this combo and the first one. - Thanks Grandma. She turned herself to Mrs. Henderson. - I think Sammy has made the choices on skirts and tops. Now let's go for the dresses. The sales woman took another turn into the shop. Grandma asked me how I felt. - Cool Grandma. I can't wait for the dresses. - Like we did with the skirts, I think you should choose one casual dress and one formal. - Yessss! - You're not going to a wedding. Your formal dress should be semi- formal, like the ones for Christmas. The casual one is for everyday use, but you must feel well in that too. And you should be able to blend in with your peers. The number of possible dresses was not smaller than the one of skirts. And I dressed and undressed continually. We used a lot of Mrs. Henderson's time. But she seemed pleased to serve her old friend's grandson. The chosen casual dress was blue and white with a leopard pattern print. It had long sleeves and the dress went to the knees. And we still followed Mrs. Henderson's advice on the high waist. It had a button-through bodice and a drawstring tie to accentuate the waist. The skirt was loose to gently drape over the hips and thighs. I simply loved it. Then we had to find a formal dress. I knew I didn't like the high splits in thee skirts. So, those dresses were removed from Mrs. Hendersons selection. - I'd like the party dress to be long and have short sleeves, Mrs. Henderson Both Grandma and Mrs. Henderson seemed to wonder that I had opinions. But it also made it easier for the sales woman to pick dresses. We landed on a light and fluid silky red dress that went mid-calf and had ruffled pretty sleeves. The dress had a buttoned front and a semi-deep neckline. We were careful not to show that my breasts weren't real. This time Grandma's draw dropped. But it was in a pleasant way. She found the dress absolutely precious and claimed that it manifested the girl in me. And something new happened. I sighed and started sobbing. It was so embarrassing, and I shivered. This was all too much. It was my time to need a Kleenex. Then all three of us started chuckling. Grandma held her arms around me. - You are my little one. Then she turned to Mrs. Henderson. - I think Sammy has said yes to the dress, Beth. It went into the bag together with all the other expensive pieces of clothing. But then I asked: - May I wear the casual dress for the rest of the day? That was no problem to Mrs. Henderson. She just removed the tag and took it to the counter. Grandma had found a black dense pantyhose to protect me from the winter cold. She also bought me a white slip to wear underneath my casual dress. I put it all on completed with the star jacket. It actually matched my dress. I used the mirror in the changing room to touch up my lip gloss. Grandma used her card, and I avoided watching the bottom line of the receipt. Grandma expressed her appreciation for Mrs. Henderson's assistance. Mrs. Henderson turned to me. - You are such a grateful and beautiful customer, Sammy. I'd love to see you again, either here or some other place. Then we excused ourselves and left. The Jelly team - I'm starving Sam! Shall we find a restaurant and have lunch? I the caf? we found a table all by ourselves. We sat opposite to each other like I used to do with my mother in our kitchen. The caf? was rather dark, and I felt safe. We ordered tuna salad and diet Coke. - Oh Saaam. What a morning! - Yeah! - Tell me about it! I had my usual difficulties speaking directly when sitting face to face with someone. If I couldn't do it to Grandma, I'd never manage. So here we go: - It was......overwhelming Grandma She took my hand - Oh Saaaam. I noticed thaaat. - Did I make a fool of myself when I started, you know.....crying? - No, you made a big impression on us. You were happy, weren't you? I nodded, and another tear came to my eye. Grandma wiped her eyes too. Our faces came closer to each other, and then we giggled. - You have no idea what you mean to me, Sam. Tonight, when I'm in bed, I am going to thank God for making me able to spend a little fortune on this precious new girl in the family. - Did you like my new clothes? - I cherished your new clothes, Sam. But most of all I adored the person inside them. - Aaaw, Grandma Grandma held her hand in mine and rolled my ring between her fingers. I let my other hand rest on the hem of my dress. - I think your mom pressed a button when she bought you your first bra. But we knew in the first place that something was about to happen. I had saved the ring for several years knowing that you one day might have it. And then all of a sudden you started blossom. I watched my bosom that was covered with the leopard pattern print. - I kinda like them! - We know Sam, we know. And they suit you. Feel confident! Show your breasts with pride. We girls are the strongest! We're a team you and I. - We're the Jellyteam! I made some extremely feminine gestures with my hand. Grandma laughed and accepted our name. - I think your mom also should be in the team. - Cool! I was getting loose in a double sense of the word - How about a C-cup for me, Grandma? - No, that would make you different from the other girls of your age. You are a pretty 13-year-old girl and no drag queen. Your B is already a bit too big. You could have worn your A ones today as well, but we needed something to fill out your new tops and dresses. By the way, you have only one B-cup. I think you would love another one, wouldn't you naughty little princess? And we're not done yet! - More shopping? - My dear, if you think you can live as a girl with your tiny wardrobe, you'll suffer. But this time we go somewhere else. Everything doesn't have to be Rolls Royce. And you need indoor shoes, pants and a winter coat. I went serious - School scares me, Grandma. I want to be girly but have no idea how to face it. Grandma was thinking - Some things are easier when you're with your mom and me. What are the girls in your class like? - They're cool. - Are you close to them? - Kinda - And the boys? - Uh uh. Most of them are in the other classes. - I see. Is there a girl that you feel connected to in any way? - You mean Lucy? - Tell me about her! - She's cool too. - In what way? - We do things together in school. She saw my nails. - What about them? - Mom did my nails, and Lucy saw them. And she liked them. - Perhaps you should get to know Lucy even better? Must be a nice girl. - I can't show her my dress. - Maybe not now Sam. But good friends like each other as they are. The afternoon was full of intriguing shops along the pedestrian zone of Chrisburgh. I felt confident, and she shyness seemed to vanish. I no longer paid so much attention to others. We bought a pair of girly sandals with moderate high wedge heels. I got a faux-fur-line parka that could cover my cold bottom when I was wearing silky dresses. And she let me pick a new B-cup bra from the hanger. It was a bit tense to select lingerie. I just instructed myself that I was like any other girl, and it worked. I found a nice white bra with lace all over it. It was also padded and full covering. Grandma though I needed more pants. If I wanted to mix with my female peers, I would need them. We found a pair of boot cut narrow blue jeans with some decorations on the back pocket. We added a pair of wide leg red corduroy culottes and got home to Grandma. - Claire! What shall I do with that crazy son of yours! Grandma was on the phone with mom. I grabbed grandma's cellular and turned on the loudspeaker. - Mom! Get ready for the Jelly team! - The what? Mom laughed. Grandma added: - This excited little fella has enough bags and boxes to fill up Mall of America. There is no way he can bring them on the train! I have to ask you to pick him up. - Sure mother! I've been thinking of you two all day. I can't wait to see my little fashion model and look into the boxes! Mom complimented me on the casual leopard dress I was wearing when she arrived. But we were all too tired to have the catwalk at Grandma's.