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Debutante
Janet L. Stickney
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I spent several hours getting ready for my debut, and once I got ready
I did not hesitate, and walked out of my room. I just stood there a
moment gathering my nerve before I walked down the few stairs and
exposed myself to my mom. I wore a straight black skirt that was just
above my knees with a red blouse and black heels. My hair was pulled
into a ponytail and my makeup was muted and tasteful. She turned and
saw me as I stopped on the small landing, then went the rest of the way
down the stairs until I stood the in front of her. I was very nervous
yet somehow calm. It was over. The rest, whatever happens next is not
up to me. All I could do was stand there and smile.
"Look at you! You look just delicious! And you're so cute! Maybe with
your hair down, but that's for later. Sit over here and lets talk about
this."
My mother is old school, a lady to the core, and would never gasp or
shout or yell at me for doing this. Instead she wanted to have an
honest face to face discussion about why I was dressed like a 16 year
old girl. The fact that I am her son is beside the point for her.
"Tell me your name my dear."
"Lisa," I said softly. "Lisa Michelle."
"You look very nice honey. Do you have a lot of clothes?"
"Just this outfit and a light summer dress. It's pale green and white."
"Then you'll need more clothing if you want to be ready for the pageant
this fall. You will certainly need the practice if you want to be as
feminine as you'll need to be. Why don't you go put on some walking
shoes and we'll hit the shops and see if we can improve your wardrobe a
bit!"
"Practice? The pageant? Me? No way!"
"You say that but I saw that twinkle in your eye when I mentioned it,
so no more talk. Go change your shoes, we have a lot to see about."
Once I had my tennies on she motioned for me to sit.
"Lisa, I want you to tell me what you think you need the most. In order
to become the ravishing beauty I know you will be. Please tell me."
Knowing my mother like I do there would not be any middle ground, and
always insisted on the very best, so I told her what I knew since she
was insisting that I was going to become a debutante, which I knew from
long experience, would happen whether I wanted it or not. What I wanted
did not come into her mind.
"Well, to start with," I said, "they make a panty of sorts. I'm not
sure about all the details, but they say it turns a guy into a girl and
makes him function like a girl, with periods and all. And the breast
forms are also custom made for each person individually and they say
that like the panty, they are undetectable. But from what I read
online, they are very expensive, the best ones I mean. And I would need
to hit the salon and have my makeup and hair done by a pro. If you want
the best I mean. But that stuff is all really expensive mother, and I
don't have that kind of money. That's why I don't have them."
"I think that if you plan on being the Belle this year then you should
at least look like a girl everywhere! I mean, there are going to be a
lot of fittings for your gown, and we certainly want a girl to be
fitted, right?," It was a rhetorical question so I did not answer. "You
said that you'll have periods? Isn't that a bit over the top?"
"All I know is the best one comes that way mother."
"Do you know where they are? If you do let's go see them."
But you said you want me to be a deb! Why!? I mean, I'll admit that I
like to play dress up once in a while, but a deb? Isn't that way over
the top? Really way over the top?"
I had changed after a bit while my mother dod some research and I was
in the kitchen, completely dressed in my very tight short shorts and a
tee, yet dressed as a girl complete with my homemade boobs, hair and
makeup, earrings and perfume when she walked in on me. I thought that I
looked really hot. I was making a sandwich when mother unexpectedly
walked in on me. She did not say a word as she sat down and watched me
finish. I even asked her if she wanted one.
"You look like a tart in that outfit."
"Yeah, but I like the way it looks, and I never go anywhere so why
not?"
"I suppose. I've seen other girl dressing like that. Go change into the
skirt and blouse."
"Why?"
"Please go change into something more suitable. I'll be in the family
room. We'll talk about you being in the pageant."
I took the time to shower and shave closely again, then get dressed. I
selected the skirt and blouse like she suggested. I think, looking back
on it, that this is the time my mother finally decided to enter me in
the pageant. I'm not sure, but thats what I think. Now, as I stand here
discussing things to make me look like a girl I am in total shock. My
own mother is insisting that I become a deb!
"You must have done this a lot to look so nice...Lisa. If I gave you
free reign, what do you think you need the most, clothing wise I mean."
With absolutely nothing to lose...."If I get that special panty and
breast forms, I would need panties and bras, slips, maybe a camisole or
two, a nightgown of course, more shoes and a lot more skirts and tops,
and jeans and slacks of course, and definitely a few more dresses. My
jewelry selection is pitiful, so that too. But why do you think that I
can be a debutant? For one thing I am not a girl and I don't walk,
talk, move or sound like a girl! Before I do any of this I want you to
tell me why you want me to do this or absolutely nothing happens
mother."
"I was hop... I just thought that after seeing you like this, before,
and now, in the kitchen, that you would want to be a deb. I mean it is
the pinnacle for a girl coming out, right. And you would really be
coming out! Right?"
She giggled at her joke, and said... "Well, you'll need all of those
items you mentioned if you are going to participate in the pageant,
which means, if we get them, that you'll have to become my daughter
every day, full time, right? And just like you said, you'll need the
practice, and you know perfectly well that I will not let you go out
looking like a tart! Shorts of course, but not the kind that let your
butt hang out like I saw earlier. Now then, if you are going to do
this, then get your purse. We are going shopping! We need to make sure
that you look very nice, like my daughter should look like!"
I don't think that I got the real reason she was doing this, but I did
want the clothes and this was the quickest way to get them, so I let
her lead me into the ranks of young girls, but the mall was not the
first place we went. She took us to the shop that made those special
appliances! She walked in as if she owned the place. A rather tall lady
met us.
"Can I help you?"
"My son needs to look like my daughter and I understand that you can do
that."
"Yes we can do that, but we must hear it from your son if you don't
mind. So, he and I will go in my office and talk.... just the two of
us, privately, then we will do what is necessary to turn him into a
wonderful young lady."
My mother hated it, but she said she would leave and come back later,
leaving me to talk to the lady. She wanted it all, from the first time
I dressed up all the way to that moment. I told her that mom wanted me
to be in the annual pageant as a debutant and compete for the title
Belle.
"OH! I have another client that will be participating in that pageant!
I usually have at least one every year, and I'll be thrilled to have
two of you involved! Now then, tell me what you have heard about my
items."
I was shocked to hear that there would be another girl like me as a
debutant, but she absolutely refused to tell me who it is, so I just
knew they would look spectacular, and nobody would ever know. After
that she and I decided what was best for me, and she began the process.
By the time mom came back she had created one breast, the left one, and
was working on the other. Mom just waited until it was finished then
watched as she attached the pair to my chest. When she was done it was
like I had grown them myself! I was both shocked and thrilled at the
same time. The lady told mom that the panty was the hardest to make,
and we should come back the next day and mom should just drop me off
since I would be there all day. Mom hated that idea too but finally
gave in.
By the time she was done the next day I looked exactly like any other
girl! I had wider hips with slightly bigger thighs, and more rounded
buns, and best of all, my very own kitty! I was very happy to finally
have my dreams come true. When mom and I were at home she wanted to
see, so I showed all my new parts and explained about the periods, that
I would have, all 10 of them. She was properly stunned, then I told her
I would need some help when my periods started.
As much as I wanted the clothes and so on, and even though I looked
like a girl, I still had to know why she seemed so blase about my
dressing as a girl. And her wanting me to be a debutante? What the hell
is with that? So I flat out refused to go until and unless she told me
exactly what I needed to know.
"Please sit down honey. Contrary to what you might think, I have always
known about your dressing up, but I put it off to experimenting. I'v
seen those kids wearing the dark clothes and all the makeup, but I
really had no idea just how serious you were about this until I saw you
in that ridiculous outfit with your butt hanging out! Then I remembered
the letter we got from the club. As you know they are holding the ball
this fall. They do it every other year, and all girls age 16 to 19 are
eligible if their parents are members. I was a deb so I know just how
wonderful it is to be so pampered, and those luscious gowns are simply
wonderful, and they make you feel so feminine. I decided that if you
were serious about this, and it seemed to me that you are, then you
needed to have the same experiences I did.That's why I agreed to those
appliances honey. If this is the right thing for you, then you'll need
them, and I think for your own self esteem you'll need to be our
families debutante this year. If at the end of this you decide that
being a girl isn't for you then you can simply quit! I am not going to
force you to do this, but now that you already have those appliances
attached it seems to me that you have already made up your mind,
right?"
"Yeah, well, but I only look like a girl! I need to learn everything
else! I mean, the way girls walk, talk, their inflections and so on are
way different, and how they use their hands and arms is so different.
And all girls my age know how to use rollers and do hair, and I have
zero experience doing any of that! Mother, do you have any idea just
how hard this is going to be?! And if the ball is held in the fall,
just how do I go back to school as a girl?"
"We'll figure it out. I'm sure that our lawyer can help, but those
appliances are glued on for at least ten months? Right? Since you'll be
going back to school no matter what, lets get you some more clothes,
okay?"
After that we shopped until she decided that I had enough clothes to
'get by', and we went home. I was shocked at the amount of clothes she
bought, and I was wearing the skinny jeans and a tee when we ate
dinner. I loved the way they fit me and mom commented on it, saying
that she could see my kitty and promised to show me how to avoid that.
The next day she took me to a charm school that was recommended by the
lady at the shop that made my appliances.
I was enrolled and I spent a few months there in total misery as they
beat me in every direction, forcing me to learn how to be a lady, no
matter what I was wearing, including a leotard! Ballet and dance, poise
and mannerism were stressed as was makeup, how to wear your clothes,
what to wear and when, then they tossed in how to walk. And just when I
thought I was done they added how to do hair. Then I started school as
a girl. I have no idea how she managed it, but I do attend a private
school so I'm assuming that money talks. I have to wear the same
uniform all girls wear. Pleated tartan plaid skirts with a white
blouse, red tie and black jacket with black shoes. Not at all what I
planned on, but I was dressing as a girl, and that was always my goal.
The hardest thing to do was the first time I had to use the girls
shower, but every girl in there seemed to be as shy as I was, so it was
okay. And as a bonus, if anyone had any doubts about me, those were
gone because so any girls had seen me naked. Then, in our third week at
school a boy asked me out! Flustered a bit, my friend Sally pushed me
to say yes, so I did. It was exciting and very eerie to be on a date
with a boy, but I loved every minute of it, and even kissed him when I
went in the house. Being a school girl is so different than being a
guy, but I reveled in my new status and adored my new friends. Sally is
my closest friend, and her twin Stanley looks nothing like her at all.
Where she is about my height at 5'7', he is well over six foot. Sally
and I weigh in at a big 130 or so. He weighs in at 275. Sally is cute
as hell, and he is ruggedly handsome in every way.
Like I said, they look nothing alike, but Sally told me that he thinks
that I am hot, which was a shock to me. Nice, but I had no idea. As the
ball grew closer mom told me that had to find an escort, so I decided
to kill several bird with one stone, and asked Stan to be my escort.
"Black tie and tails," I told him. His grin said a lot. It took three
fittings to get my gown perfect, but when it was done, wow! Off the
shoulder with a low neckline, form fitting and floor length. Cream
satin and white lace trim, while I was adorned with pearls and a
rhinestone tiara and white elbow gloves. Mom was right, I never felt
more feminine, especially after four hours at the salon.
Stanley and my mothers date picked us up in a limo which took us to the
ball. I never thought that I would feel so much like a girl as I did
when Stanley gave me his arm and I took it. We made the introductions,
danced, ate dinner, danced some more, then it happened. he and I walked
out on the balcony and he spun me around and kissed me. Not a peck,
but a throat clearing kiss that left me trembling in excitement. His
arm around my waist felt very nice, and I watched as he slowly kissed
me again. I knew I would never be a boy again.
The next morning I was wearing my skinny jeans and a top, just sitting
at the kitchen table eating my toast when mom walked in. She was
wearing slacks and a blouse. Her dress was not to be seen. Without a
word she poured her coffee and sat down, and as we looked at each
other, we both started to giggle!
"I'm guessing," mom said, "that I now have a daughter?"
"And you missed curfew."
"Stanley is in lust around you, you do know that, right?"
"Yeah. It wasn't hard to figure out."
"Be careful honey, he has the look. He wants you."
"Mother, I cannot get pregnant!"
"I can't either, but I did not raise you to be that kind of girl
either. NO lust, understand?"
"True, but you raised a boy mother, not a girl, but I'll keep my
panties on anyway."
"Just be careful honey."
Mom went to wash up while I did the dishes, then Sally showed up. She
and I went to my room to talk.
"I'm willing to bet that Stan couldn't roll over last night! He is in
love big time!"
"Couldn't roll over?" I said, then I suddenly got it and giggled.
"He was grinning like crazy this morning, and when I told him I was
coming over he wanted to come too but I made him stay home. I told him
that absence makes the heart grow fonder and he bought it! He'll call
later for sure!"
We talked about school, boys, clothes and other friends, then she had
to go home. I was just lounging when mom told me to get dressed in a
skirt and blouse, she wanted me to interview for a job! She did not
tell me where, but by the direction she was going I knew. It was the
country club. I was sitting there as the HR person questioned me,
finally offering me a job as hostess in the main dining room! Since I
was out of school until the fall term I would have plenty of time to
make some money.
"You have to wear nice dresses, no skirts and blouses, heels of course
and your makeup and hair have to be done tastefully. Since our dining
room is open five days a week, we expect you to be here on those days.
Is that acceptable?"
Of course I took the job, and met mom in the cafe. I told what the job
was and what I had to wear, and since I only have two dresses, she and
I hit the mall. My mother is a champion shopper, and I ended up with
four new dresses and several more pairs of heels. I was thrilled, and
started my new job that Friday. I was wearing the red dress. I made
almost $300 in tips, but I was exhausted. I was off on Monday and
Tuesday, and ready for some diversion, I went to Sally's house, but
knew full well that Stanley would be there. At least I hoped he would
be.
I knew that there would not be any 'joining' as mom put it, but Stan
does not know that so we would have the eternal struggle between his
desire and my resistance. But I wanted to be able to please him and
pressured my mother to let me start on hormones since we both knew that
I would never be a boy again. Now that was a struggle, but she finally
caved into the obvious and I was started that week. The doctor told me
that the drugs affect everyone differently and I could developing
quickly or I could spend years waiting for it to happen. He told me
that a year was a good number. It turned out to be less than that.
Stan and I dated on my days off all that summer and then it happened.
My own breasts had started to become large enough to change my bra
size, so I had the fake ones removed, and I was finally all me. That
meant that when Stan touches me I'll feel it! As we all started our
Senior year I knew that I would take care of Stan. He wanted it, I
wanted it. He wanted to stake his claim and I wanted to be his woman.
But it wasn't until after the Senior Prom that I helped him. After all
that trashing around and groping, I had him in my hand, and he thought
he was in heaven. I showed him he was wrong. I showed him what a
determined woman can do.
Before I started college I had my surgery and became the woman I always
was. But Stan had left for the military, so I had plenty of time to
heal up before I let him deflower me, and I planned that event very
carefully. My planning turned out to wonderful. When he came home I was
ready and proved to him that I was his woman in every way. My journey
is complete.
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