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Your future life passes in a glimpse
Beat heard the door open and turned around in panic too see his mother
entering.
He was a boy of 13 years but presently not dressed that way. Instead he
wore a brown boucl? pullover with a wide turtle neck and a knee lenght
brownish checked skirt. Both were his mother's.
He had started to try on his mothers clothes just a few months ago. He
could not explain why but he did it with a lot of guilt and shame.
Nevertheless, despite the fact that after each dressing session he
promised to himself never to do it again, the next time he had the
chance he did it again. The indescrible urge was just too overwhelming.
The clothes did not realy fit his slim body well. The pullover was quite
loose but ok, while the skirt was fare to wide. He had to put a belt
into the two hanger loops of the skirt in order to keep it up. However
these were his favorite pieces of his mother's wardrobe, mainly because
of the fabric which was very different from his boy clothes.
"May, what do we have here?" His mother asked with a strange look on her
face,
"It is just a jo ... joke," he studdered.
"A joke, what do you mean?"
"I...I was a bit bored and saw the clothes on the chair and... and
wondered how they would look and feel."
"And how do they?"
"Well quite ok, but I was just going to put them back when you were
entering." By saying this he lifted the pullover to unbuckle the belt.
"Stop it!" came from his mother who was grabbing the waistband of the
skirt. "This is at least 10 cm too wide." Still holding the too wide
fabric of the waistband of the skirt she pulled him to the table.
His mother was a seamstress and she worked at home, altering clothes for
different clothing stores. The room with the large wardrobe they were
presently in was her working room.
She grabbed a thing from the desk with a small cushion with a lot of
pins pushed into it and put it around her left wrist. Still holding the
spare fabric of the waistband at the seam she put a first pin to fix it.
A second and a third followed before Beat was out of his initial shock:
"What are you doing? Please stop!"
Unimpressed, his mother put the forth and fifth pin in and was already
down at his hip.
"Please, please, Mom, I will never do it again, please just let me take
it off!" he was pleading with tears in his eyes.
"Stop whimpering, I'm almost done and then you can take it off," was his
mother's answer.
Proficient as she was, this was the case a minute later. She helped him
out of the skirt carefully. As he had it off and started to get the
pullover off, she stopped him again: "We are not done yet, young lady.
Keep the pullover on and put this on while I am altering your skirt." By
this she gave him a jeans skirt she had pulled out of a lower drawer. "I
cannot wear it anymore, it is an old one and much too slim for me. If it
fits it's yours!"
"Mom, are you crazy?
"Put the jeans skirt on before we discuss mental healt!" She ordered in
a strikt voice Beat knew not to disobey.
While he was putting the skirt on puzzled by all what happened, his
mother was already altering the other skirt - she had labled as ?your
skirt' - with the sewing mashine.
He had expected when cought by his mother that she would scream and
ordering him to take off the clothes right away, but now this reaction.
What was she up to? Suddenly, he started to fear that she wanted to
dress him like a girl and show him off to his father and his older
brother. That would be his death. He was starting to shake and could not
manage to close the button of the skirt which in addition was the wrong
way around.
"Come here, I'll help you. You will learn to button up this way in no
time! Oh, it is a perfect fit. How do you like your first own skirt?"
"Mom, please stop it, I will be nice and never ever do it again!" He was
pleading.
"Young lady, this is certainly not the end but the beginning; just
enjoy!"
"Mom, please. I'm not a girl!"
"I'm not so sure about that," answered his mother. "You dress up in my
clothes for months now and seem to enjoy being a girl! Do you think I
have not noticed you dressing in my skirts and things?"
Oh, she did know all the time and put up a trap today, he thought.
"Now go and fetch the dark brown boots with the 5 cm heels just around
the corner. We have about the same size and they will fit lovely to your
brown skirt and pullover. I'm done in a minute and you can try your new
clothes on."
"Mom, please, please let's stop this! Please don't make me wearing these
clothes in front of Dad and Bob; I'm sorry that I dressed up in your
clothes."
"You don't have to be sorry and they are now your clothes. Here try your
new skirt on, I'm done."
Still puzzled Beat stepped out of the jeans skirt and into ?his' altered
brown skirt. It was a perfect fit and deep down he loved it. Then his
mother ordered him to put on the boots and to model for her. She also
took some photos.
"I am not intending to show you dressed like this to your Dad and
brother. That would stop all at once."
"What then?"
"When I recognized your interest in female clothes I investigated on the
internet and also had several long talks with Nancy. You know, my friend
from highschool who works now as a psychiatrist. We decided for an
immersion therapy for you:"
"Whenever we two are alone at home, which will be most of the time with
Bob going to college next week and your Dad on travel most of the time,
you will dress as Beatrice."
"You will help me with the domestic cores and most of all you will be my
fashion model. I am fed up with altering cheap and unispired clothes, my
dream was always to be a fashion designer for young fashion. With your
interest in female fashion and my dream we are a perfect team."
Beat was just speechless. Slowly it dawned on him that he will spend a
lot of time in dresses and skirts.
His mother continued, "I have no intention to reveal our little secret
to anybody we know except for Nancy. By the way, we have an appointment
with her in 50 Minutes and then we have to do some shopping. Here is a
jacket and a bag; let's go."
He was totally surprised and found himself already in the car when he
realised that he will be out of the house dressed as a girl.
"Smooth your skirt when you sit down and enjoy the ride, Beatrice! This
is like Christmas and Eastern to have a lovely daughter."
They drove to a larger town quite a bit away and Beat/Beatrice was more
relaxed since he was sure that the chance to meet someboby he knew there
was very slim.
His mother pulled up into a parking lot in front of a large building and
they went in. For Beat it was quite an experience to leave the car and
to feel the breeze under his skirt. Surprisingly, he had not too much
problems to walk in the boots since they had a wide heel, but he had to
walk differenly and he was well aware about how he was dressed. However,
nobody came close and paid much attention.
When they entered the elevator they were alone but in the last moment a
woman in here early 30ies entered also.
"Thank you very much for taking me with you. You have a lovely daughter
and so nicely dressed."
"Thank you. Yes, Beatrice likes very much feminine fashion, she never
was a tomboy and always wanted to wear dresses and skirts only."
"How lucky you are. All my friends with daugthers complain about them
just running around in pants and t-shirts."
"I know how lucky I am and I am enjoying every minute to be together
with her. She hopes to become a fashion model in some years time, but
I'm not so sure if I want that. It is a tough business and a lot of the
models have anorexia. I think I will keep her as my own healthy fashion
model in dresses and skirts for the next years."
"You know, I am a seamstress planning to design my own fashion together
with Beatrice."
Beat was just standing there speechless about the discussion.
"I'm acctually also in the teen fashion business and we really have to
make sure that our models do not fall into this pattern when older. For
us it is just a no-go to promote this picture of young women."
"That's very brave since the mainstream is flowing in a different
direction." From my mother.
"No, we do belive that the ?quiet' majority is fed up with these starved
models and would go for a different type of fashion if they had the
opportunity."
The elevator stopped and the woman had to exit. Since they were still
into their discussion his mother left too. Beat had no other chance and
stept out with them.
"Here is where I'm working," the woman who introduced herself to them as
Amanda explained.
They looked at the sign filling almost the whole wall. ?Young
Fashionistas' was framed with the pictures of two teen models in fresh
and colorful attire.
"This is my brand," Amanda explained.
"You are the owner?"
"Yes, I just started a few month ago after having been working in the
fashion industry for the last ten years and I'm always looking for some
new inspiration. If you have a first collection, Cathrine, please let me
know."
"Beatrice, we will have a fashin show Saturday in a week and I'm still
looking for some models for the young teen's fashion. Would you like to
give it a try?"
Beat was taken by surprise since this was the first time he was directly
addressed. What were his options for a reaction? His mother had
indicated his enthusiasm for fashion and his plan to become a model. He
had only one way to react whitout sounding very odd:
"Oh..oh, Amanda, you got me by surprise. Yes, I would love to."
"Ok then. Reharsal is next Saturday at 2 pm. You just have to wear
underware in light color like white or light pink for the summer
collection. The bra should be strapless for the shoulderfree dresses and
tops. You don't have to care for make-up or nail polish that will be
done by my staff. By the way, I like your pixi cut. It is almost boyish
and will make a point with the very feminine clothes. That's fine with
you?"
Beat's mother was beaming with pride hearing about her ?daughter's'
appointment and he said: "Yes, perfect. I will be here next Saturday if
Mom allows."
"Sure, Beatrice, I'm so happy for you and I will drive you. May I see
the reharsal?"
"Of course, Cathrine, you will be my guest."
After exchanging phone numbers the two entered the elevator again with
happy smiles on their faces.
They could directly enter Nancy's office and she came in moments later.
"Nice to meet you Beatrice, your mother told me quite alot about you.
How do you feel?"
"Great!" And he explained what happend in the last few hours since his
mother entered the room.
"Now with all this background information I can directly begin with your
treatment. The immersion therapy should assure to give you ample time to
find your inner self. I will administer a testosteron blocker to delay
male puberty and to win time for a your decision whether you would like
to become a man or a woman. Ready for the first shot?"
"Yes, I am!"
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Beat was still turning around while his mother was entering. He came out
of the dream which lasted a few hours in his impression, but actually
was over in a glimpse.
"What the hell are you doing here in my clothes!" she shouted and
slapped his face hard. She took some photos and announced to send them
to all his friends at any event in the future in which he did not
behave. In case, she would catch him again in her clothes, she
explained, she will drag him out on the street and parade him through
town. Then, she litterly tore the clothes off him and sent him to bed.
There a sobbing Beatrice escaped to the paralle world of the upcomming
fashion show.
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