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If you don't make mistakes, you don't make anything... My friend Steve made a mistake that got him a wardrobe full of girl's clothes. It happened at the beginning of the summer before our final year at school. We needed more money to do what guys our age do, so we both tried our parents. It felt to us like they had discussed it and made a joint decision on how to respond to us. When Stevie told me what his parents said: "It's time you learned that money doesn't grow on trees, get a job," it felt like deja vu. Well, I got lucky and got a job at the local burger bar. It was only three days a week but it paid me enough. While I was lucky but Steve was not. I guess that there was only one job and I got it. After a couple of weeks of my having money and him not having money, Steve was desperate. I just didn't realise how desperate. Steve's neighbour, Julie, a girl our age and a good friend of both of us too, suggested that Steve take her extra babysitting work. It wasn't something guys usually do, but it would get him some pocket money. Except that there are some parents who have the notion that only girls should babysit their kids. That was the case with the first job that Steve got. But Julie persuaded Steve to get round the problem by dressing up as a girl, called Stevie... It turned out that it wasn't that hard. It wasn't as if either of us were in the rugby team or had deep voices.. I found out about it the day after, shortly after Stevie's mother did. I would have never believed it except that Julie's mother had been there and taken pictures. Stevie, as they called the feminized Steve, was a drop dead gorgeous. When I complimented Stevie I got a little carried away and Julie accused me of being jealous. Looking back, I would rather gloss over what happened next but here goes. It turned out that Steve's Mum decided that if he wanted to make money as a babysitter, and he had started out making his customers think he was a girl, he would have to continue the show. She took him shopping to buy girl's clothes. Julie and I were invited to go along. I couldn't believe how much Steve bought and some of the things he got. I think his mother got a little carried away. She not only bought dresses, skirts, and blouses, she included a neglig?e, like it made a difference what he slept in! Of course she bought him shoes, but really, high heels? Was he going to wear high heels to babysit? But I digress. Footwear - this is where I got drawn in. All evening, Mrs. Shirley - Steve's Mum, kept referring to us as "you girls." When I pointed out her mistake, she informed me that my participation and input on what Steve - or should I say Stevie, as by now he was already wearing a dress and fishnet stockings, should buy or try on it sure made it seem like I was a girl too. Like an idiot, I fell into the spirit of the evening and said I would be one of the girls while we shopped. I thought I meant in spirit, but I think Mrs. Shirley took me literally. I say that because when we were in the shoe shop, she got some foot stockings, you know, that just cover your foot, so that Julie could try on shoes. Well, she got me some too and started calling me Lynne. Somehow, things got really blurred and I found myself trying on girl's shoes too. What's more, I bought two pairs, a pair of black patent court shoes and a pair of Mary Janes. Worse than that, when Mrs. Shirley suggested that I wear them home, I did. I wore them home; I put on a pair of knee length stockings that Julie gave me and wore the court shoes home. Yeah, I know, court shoes. Could they pass for boy's shoes? No chance, it might have been the 80s, but still... I don't know what I was thinking. In truth, I probably wasn't thinking, I was just getting off on wearing girl's shoes. I was going to change back to my trainers on the way home, but I don't know recall now whether I let them talk me into leaving my court shoes on or just forgot I was wearing them. I got out of the car and walked up to our front door. I was having second thoughts. I was wearing girl's shoes and carrying a bag with another pair, just as feminine as the ones I had on and I was about to go into my house where I would almost certainly be seen by my Mum and Dad. I hesitated, turning to look over my shoulder as I watched Stevie's Mum drive off. I thought for a moment, just how lucky he was. He not only had on girl's shoes, he was wearing girl's clothes from the skin out and his mother knew. How would my Mum or Dad react? Up until last Sunday I had never given any real thought to the idea of any boy, let alone Steve or me, wearing girl's clothes. But things had changed. My best friend was going around dressed like a girl and I was jealous. I gathered up my courage and opened the door. I hoped that I could just walk right in and down the hall to my bedroom without attracting any attention. No chance. My Mum came out of the living room as I walked in. "Oh, Lyndsay." She always calls me Lyndsay, never John (my middle name), like my friends did. "I heard you come up on the porch and when you didn't come in, I thought it may be visitor. Did you have fun shopping?" she asked looking at my bag, which advertised it was from a ladies shoe store. "Did you buy some shoes?" She smiled looking down. "I see you did." She stepped back to get a better view. Then she moved her head forward and cocked it sideways just a little. Then she smiled a quirky little smile. She glanced at my bag and then looked up. "I see you bought more than one pair. Let's see what else you bought." I knew I was going to be sick. There was no way out. I opened my bag and took out the box containing my Mary Janes. Mum silently took the box and opened it, maintaining the odd grin. "Nice," she said and took them out she put them on the floor. "Slip them on, I want to see how they look on you." I closed my eyes and slipped off my court shoes. I could feel the tears coming up in my eyes. I felt ashamed. "I like them. They're really nice. They make your feet look thinner. Would you like to explain just how you came to buy them?" I told her the story I just told you. Only the abridged version. She just stood looking at me with a cryptic smile. I don't think she believed the whole story. I'm sure that she thought that it was something that Stevie and I cooked up, or maybe I lost a bet or something. "Well, that's an interesting story. Come with me." She turned on her heel and went into the family room. I obediently followed. I froze in the doorway. Dad was watching tv. I was sure that he hadn't overheard our conversation, but how long would it be before he noticed my shoes? These Mary Janes wouldn't pass for boy's shoes for a second. Mum picked up her mobile and dialled Stevie's Mum. "Hi, sorry to call you so late, but Lyndsay just came in with a very interesting story about how he came to buy the shoes he has on. "She paused for a moment. "I see... Really?... Ahhh.... Lynne? I like it. Well, thank you. I'm sure we will be talking about this some more. You have a good evening too, bye." She turned to me, by now, we had Dad's attention. "You didn't tell me you had a new name to go with your shoes, Lynne." That at last got Dad's attention. He looked at me, down at my shoes then at Mum and back at me. His face said it all. He was horrified. His mouth moved, but no words came out. "I guess that you were just jealous of Stevie. She was buying all those pretty things and you weren't. Was that it?" "Well, not really. Well, maybe a little. I mean Stevie looks so pretty. But it's not like I want to..." I couldn't finish. I don't remember what came next. "Well, if you're a good girl, maybe you'll get some pretty clothes to go with your new shoes," Mum chuckled. "Do you want to dress as a girl?" Dad found his voice. "Really. I don't think that's called for. The boy just got caught up in the moment. I?m sure that he can take the shoes back for a refund." I felt myself begin to panic. I don?t know where I thought I?d wear them, but I didn?t want to return them. "Don?t be stupid. He?s worn them. They won?t take them back with scuffed soles. Well Lynne, don?t you have an early shift tomorrow?" I nodded. "Well then, you?d better get to bed." That made me feel better, but Mum knew I had only worn the Mary Janes from the entry to the family room. It was carpet all the way. The soles couldn?t have got scuffed. It was early, but I wanted to get out of the area before there was any more talk of returning my shoes. Since it was early, I didn?t go to sleep right away. A couple of times, I was sure that I could hear Mum?s voice speaking forcefully. I was scheduled to work the next two days. On Wednesday I had an early shift, and on Thursday I had the late shift, so I knew I wouldn?t get a chance to see Stevie and Julie, whatever happened. I thought sure that I?d see him and/or Julie on Friday, but on Thursday afternoon, Julie and Stevie came in for ice cream. "Hi guys, what brings you here?" Stevie looked so sexy. Even knowing that it was really Steve, my best friend, a boy, under that I still struggled not to ogle Stevie. She had on a spaghetti strap slip dress, seamed tights and court shoes. She even carried a matching purse. Her hair had highlights in it. I?m sure the dress wasn?t one she had bought on our shopping trip. "We came looking for you," Julie told me. "We won?t have much time this week, Julie and I both have babysitting jobs tonight and tomorrow night, and I have a job on Friday afternoon," Stevie added. Stevie was going to make more in two days than I would all week. I took my break and sat with them while they ate their strawberry sundaes. "I was looking forward to hanging out with you two at least on Friday afternoon." "Well, maybe you could invite John to hang out while you babysit, Stevie." "I don?t think so, I?m babysitting for the Joneses and you know how they feel about boys." "Well, that didn?t stop you from becoming their babysitter, did it? I?m sure we could do the same thing for John." Stevie grinned at me. "She?s got a point you know." "Ah, right? About what?" I didn?t want to think about where I knew they were going with this. "About being able to take care of the problem of you being a boy, you eejit," Julie whispered, leaning close, so no one else could hear. "Problem? Who would think being a boy would be a problem? Ah, you mean I could dress up, ah, wear, ah, you know, a dress like Stevie?" "The penny drops." Frankie grinned. "I don?t know. "I didn?t want to admit, even to myself, that the idea was exciting. "You should try it John. It?s not as bad as you might think," Stevie said. "I?ll probably keep doing it sometimes after the summer is over. I might even do some babysitting through the school year." "Well, I?m not sure, I mean, what would I wear?" "You?ve already got the shoes," Julie reminded me, "and I?ll help you the way I did Stevie..." "Well, maybe I?ll try it, but if I don?t look as feminine as Stevie, then I?m taking it all off and you guys will have to promise to never tell anyone. Anyone at all, even your Mum, Stevie. Is that a deal?" "Sure, provided we can tell Stevie?s Mum if you do look as feminine as Stevie! You guys can come over to my house for breakfast tomorrow and you will see what I can do with you Lynne. My Mum will be out, so you won?t even have to worry about her seeing you the first time you dress as a girl." When I got home that night, I was really nervous. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I?m going over to put on girl's clothes for the first time and maybe go along to a babysitting job dressed like that. I silently walked down the hall toward my room. As I passed by the study, I looked in. Mum was at her computer and there was Stevie?s picture on the screen. It wasn?t one of the ones I'd looked at. I must have gasped out loud, because Mum turned towards me. "Hello Lyndsay, you didn?t tell me there were pictures of your friend. She really does make a cute girl. Have you seen them?" "Not that one," I said. "Come look at them, Mrs. Shirley emailed them to me." She showed me 20 or so. I had only seen 3 of them. A lot of them were taken outside in a park. A couple were candid shots showing Stevie in a group. I recognised some girls from our class. There were some guys from our class in the background as well. Stevie was smiling, apparently in conversation with the girls. It looked like she didn?t have a care in the world, oblivious to the fact that the guys were checking her out. I was riveted to the computer, but Mum was watching me. I was hoping that she didn?t notice my physical reaction. When she got through the last of them, she smiled at me. "Good looking girl isn?t she?" "Mum, she?s drop dead gorgeous." "I can?t say that I?m surprised at how good she looks. Neither Stevie nor you exactly represent any threat to Bear Grylls. I?ve got dinner in the oven, why don?t you help me put it on the table. You must be hungry, or did you eat at work?" "No Mum, I didn?t, I got tired of all the junk food I could eat during my first week." "Good, then come on, I could use a hand. Your father is useless around the house." We left the room, leaving a picture of Stevie as the screensaver. In the kitchen, Mum handed me an apron. "Here, you?re used to wearing an apron at work. You can wear one here as well. It was a pink frilly apron. The skirt was knee length and full. It would nearly wrap all the way around me. I almost complained, but then something inside me wanted to wear this really feminine apron. I put the place settings on the table, while Mum got the roast out and carved it. She had fried the vegetables. It was up to me to get them to the table. Mum was just putting the potatoes on the table and I was rinsing the frying pan in the sink when Dad came in. He stopped, looked at me with a withering look. Mum looked at him sternly. He glanced at her, shook his head and sat at the table. I started to take my apron off, but Mum stopped me. "You might as well leave it on dear, you will be doing the washing up afterwards." Dad looked at her, then quickly averted his gaze. It wasn?t uncommon for Dad to bow to Mum?s will, but I wasn?t sure just what was going on. There was obviously something they weren?t telling me. I got up early the next morning and, taking my Mary Janes, headed over to Julie?s for breakfast. Stevie was there when I got there. Julie?s Mum greeted me as I let myself in the kitchen door as usual. "Hi Lynne," she said winking at me, "you?re here early, but not as early as Stevie." "Ah, Lynne?" "Well, I thought with Stevie over and Julie having you two for breakfast, it might just be a girl thing," she teased. "Oh, yeah, a girl thing." I laughed nervously. "Julie and Stevie are in her room I think Stevie is still dressing. Go on up." I knocked on Julie?s door and heard, "Come on in." I cautiously opened the door and found Stevie in her lingerie doing make-up at a mirror propped up on Julie?s computer table. Julie was going through the dresses in her wardrobe. "Hi Lynne." Julie smiled. "I?m just selecting some things you may want to try on." The picture was weird. There was a boy, in girl?s underwear, putting on makeup and there was a girl looking for a dress for another boy to wear. What?s more, the girl?s mother knew what she was doing and I was the second boy! Worse than that, I was turned on by the sight of my best friend in girl's underwear. Stevie stopped, surveyed his handywork and nodded slightly. "What do you think, Julie? I think I got it pretty good this time." "It?s great. I told you that you?d learn to do your own makeup quickly." "Come on girls, the pancakes are ready," Mrs. Tracey called from the kitchen. Stevie stood and dropped a short casual dress over her head and led the way. We all sat at the table. I noticed that Stevie kind of floated into the chair, using one hand to ensure that her dress ended up under her and not bunched up behind her. Steve would have just sat, like I did. "Can I trust you girls to clean up? I have an appointment to get my hair done and I want to run a few errands first." "Sure, Mum. You know I?ll take care of it." "Thanks Julie. Enjoy your breakfast girls. Bye, Stevie, Lynne. Have fun." With that, she was gone. Julie and Stevie talked while we ate. I spent my time wondering what she meant by "have fun." When we were through, we both helped Julie rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher. In Julie?s room, things got serious. I was given a pair of panties and a suspender belt and told to go into the bathroom and put them on. As I struggled into the girdle I wondered what those clip things inside the legs were for. My face was burning when I came back into Julie?s room. The panties were great, but I?m not sure about the suspenders. Things were definitely tight down there. Which was good too, because if it wasn?t I would have been even more to be embarrassed about. After spraying my hair with some feminine smelling stuff, Julie began rolling up my hair on her hot rollers. I hadn?t noticed them before. Stevie rubbed some cream on my legs. "What?s that for?" I asked in confusion. "That?s hair removal cream. It?ll take all the hair off your legs," she answered. "I don?t really have any hair on my legs." "For a girl, you do," Julie informed me. "Now hold still so I can get the rollers right." After a few minutes my legs began to tingle, then itch. When it reached the burning stage I had to say something. "My legs are starting to burn." "Almost done here," Julie said. "There. You can go into the shower and rinse your legs, just stick your legs inside the shower and don?t get your panties wet." I followed instructions. Stevie followed me to see I did it right. "Here," she said when I was finished, "rub this moisturiser into your legs, it will make them feel real soft." I took the cream and applied it liberally. It did feel good. Back in Julie?s room, Julie wrapped a bra around me and then stuck breastforms inside so it looked like I had real tits. She then started on my face. First, she viciously attacked my eyebrows. I winced each time a hair came out, but now I knew why Stevie?s eyebrows didn?t look anything like Steve?s. The way she went at it, I was surprised, when all was said and done, that I had any eyebrows left. They looked unmistakably feminine. Next, she put on some mascara, some blush and some lipstick. The rollers were undone and Julie began brushing and combing. Finally, she took some hair extensions out of a bag. "These are the same extensions that Stevie was wearing in those pictures her Mum sent your?s. That?s why her hair looks so long. Don?t worry I have washed them." "But how come your hair looks just as long?" I asked Stevie. "Mum lent me hers, until my hair grows out." I then had to learn how to put on seamed stockings and line them up down the centre of the back of my legs. That answered the question of what the suspenders were for. The stockings felt great on my smooth legs. I stood and slipped into my Mary Janes. When I lifted my arms as I was told I was rewarded with a slip dress being dropped over my body. It took my breath away. "You look great, Lynne. Come on, you need to see yourself in the mirror." I was led to the bathroom where we closed the door to reveal the mirror on the back of it. I was in shock. I looked as sexy as Stevie, maybe better. Julie was beaming. She was proud of her ability to make boys look like girls. "Now I know why you look at me the way you do." Stevie grinned. "It?s kind of freaky looking at a boy that looks that good, isn?t it?" "You know it," I agreed. "Well, you?ve got just about an hour to get used to wearing that stuff and make it to the job," Julie pointed out. Oh yeah, the object of all this was to be able to go with Stevie to her job. Now I was scared. That meant I?d have go outside dressed like this. "It?s about a fifteen minute walk there, what do you say Lynne? Are you ready for your first steps out en femme?" Julie asked. I had to smile and laugh to myself. I was ready for it all right. I looked in the mirror again and decided that if Stevie could do it, so could I. "Yeah, I?m ready for it." I smiled at my reflection. Stevie called Mrs. Jones and cleared it for me to come along. While she was doing that, Julie pulled out her Mum?s digital camera and started taking pictures. At first I was upset, but then I got into it and began posing. I even went out to the back garden for some outside shots. Stevie and I posed together. We had just enough time to upload them to Julie?s computer and look at them all before it was time to leave. I couldn?t believe just how easy it was to babysit. Really, we did nothing except hang around. Well, we did fix lunch and washed the dishes, but Stevie and I have done that thousands of times, just hanging out at his house. The big surprise came when the Joneses came back. Mrs. Jones noticed that the dishes were done and the tip went up to ten pounds. Four hours work at five pounds an hour and ten pounds because we took ten minutes to wash and dry four plates and glasses! That was my weekly pay from the burger bar. Stevie gave me five quid. "Here, you helped with the dishes." How cool! We walked home, taking our time. I kept saying how easy babysitting was. At the burger bar if I wasn?t waiting on a customer, I was supposed to be wiping something or mopping somewhere. But babysitting we just sat. I guess that?s why they call it babysitting. We were giggling and laughing as we walked into the Shirley?s house. I nearly ran into Stevie as she stopped short. Coming out of the kitchen was Mrs. Shirley. "How did it go, Stevie? Oh, hi Lynne. My, don?t you look the part. Do a twirl for me. Isn?t that one of Julie?s dresses?" Stevie nodded. "It really looks nice on you Lynne. I think it?s your colour. Did you go with Stevie to her job?" It was my turn to nod. "Well, come on into the family room and tell me all about it." We followed her into the living room. Stevie said "Mum, we were all so busy that Lynne and I didn?t have any time together, and gosh, well, I wanted her to come along, only I was sitting for the Joneses and well, that?s how this all started you know." "Come girls, sit down, take a load off." We sat, she smiled. "Lynne, I can?t say I?m surprised at how good you look. You and Stevie were always like birds of a feather. Stevie is pretty, and you are equally gorgeous." She said sounding like a GP when you have a check up. "You?re home early, Mum." "Oh, yeah, my errands took a little longer than I thought, so I called the salon to see if I could make it later in the day. I?ll be their last customer at 6:00. So, how did it go?" "Really great, Mum. The kids were good. We fed them lunch, washed the dishes and watched a lot of t.v. Nothing to it." "What did you do, Lynne?" I felt like I was facing an inquisition. "Nothing much. I helped fix lunch and do the dishes. Aside from that, I just sat around and talked with Stevie. She gave me part of her tip because I helped wash the dishes." "So what do you think of babysitting?" "It sure beats the burger bar. It?s really easy. The hardest part is doing your makeup." "What are your plans for the rest of the day? Are you going to go with Stevie to sit at the Cohens?" "Well, I don?t think so. I kind of thought I?d change clothes and then go home." "Stevie, couldn?t Lynne go along with you at the Cohens?" "Probably, I could call and find out." "Won?t we be late coming home?" "Oh don?t worry about that, I?m sure that your mother would let you spend the night if you asked. I?ll feed you dinner. We?re having Lasagna. I know how you like my Lasagna." "Say yes Lynne, it?ll be fun." "Well, OK, if your Mum agrees." Stevie checked and it was OK for me stay with her. I was too nervous to even talk to my mum while I was wearing a dress. I asked Mrs. Shirley to call. The odd thing was that I wouldn?t normally have thought of asking Mum at all if I hadn?t been dressed this way but as a girl I felt I had to ask permission to stay over. She dialled. "Hi, it?s Stevie?s Mum. Fine, thank you. You know, what with Stevie babysitting so much and Lynne working at the burger bar, they haven?t had much time together." I wish she wouldn?t call me Lynne to my mother. "It?s OK for Stevie to bring a friend when she sits, I was wondering if you?d mind if Lynne went along this evening. Oh, well Lynne?s right here, yes, they were together at the Joneses this afternoon. Well, it will be late, I?m afraid, but I thought that Lynne could stay the night. Oh, no trouble at all. The girls will have a great time. OK, I?m sure we?ll talk later." "All set. She said it was their bridge night anyway, they?ll be out late themselves." So, I had Lasagna for dinner and spent the evening at the Cohens helping Stevie babysit. Mr. Cohen picked us up and gave us a ride home. I had to get to and from the burger bar on my own. What a hassle. I was being chauffeur driven. That night I spent my first girl?s night out in a neglig?e. What a dream! In the morning, Julie came over while we were still in our neglig?es. I thought she?d have something snide to say about me sleeping in a neglig?e, but she was cool with it and never even mentioned it. I went home about 10:00 in the morning. Mum was waiting for me when I came in. "Good morning Lynne." She smiled. Oh great, now mum is calling me Lynne. Whatever happened to ?Lyndsay.? All those references to Lynne on the phone last night must have given her ideas. "Did you have fun last night with Stevie?" "Yeah, it was good to just hang out." "So, what did you think of babysitting?" D?j? vu! What? Is there a stock set of inquisition questions? Didn?t I answer that one for Mrs. Shirley yesterday? "It?s ok." "I had an interesting talk with one of our bridge club." That was odd. She never discussed anything that happened at her bridge club. "Oh?" "Yes, the Cohens were telling me about their new babysitter, Stevie Shirley. It seems that last night she brought a friend. A sweet girl named Lynne." My heart stopped. "I?d say that?s an astounding coincidence. What do you suppose the odds are of there being two Stevie Shirleys with a friend named Lynne in a town our size? Whatever the odds, I?d say it was even higher that both Stevie Shirleys would be referred by a Julie Tracey. That?s Julie?s family name isn?t it? Lynne?" I fell into a chair. I was toast. The only piece of evidence she didn?t have were the pictures on Julie?s computer. "Well Lynne? Anything to say for yourself?" "No, you seem to know everything already." I couldn?t believe how that sounded. I was almost defiant. Stevie?s Mum is cool with him dressing up and he was doing it all the time. I?d only done it once. "Where did you get the dress you were wearing last night?" "I borrowed it from Julie." "It seems to me that you neglected to tell me about your plans yesterday young lady. If I?d known what you had in mind, I?d have made arrangements for you. Next, time you?ll have your own dress." That stopped everything. Next time? My own? "My own? You mean...?" "Yes dear, I?m taking you shopping." Just then, Dad stepped into the room. "I?m against this. I still say we should forbid him to see this ?Stevie? again. And that Julie as well." Mum looked at him with a cold stare. "Lynne, you?ll find some fishnet stockings on your bed and a bra that should fit. Put them on along with my old miniskirt and a tee shirt. I couldn?t find your Mary Janes. I assume that?s what?s in the bag. Go on now, your father and I have to talk," she told me with out losing eye contact with Dad. I started down the hall. As I reached my room, I heard Mum. "Come with me." A few moments later, a door slammed. As promised, on my bed were the items mentioned. As I changed, I could hear Mum?s voice interspersed occasionally by Dad?s. Mum?s voice was definitely the dominant one. As I came out of my room, I could make out what Mum was saying. It was still slightly muffled by their bedroom door. "There, now that?s done. I?m going go get Lynne." Their door burst open. "Oh there you are dear. Here, let?s go into the bathroom and I?ll fix you up." Once in there, she had me wait while she went through the connecting door to her bathroom. She got some things out of the cupboards. Pausing to look into their bedroom, she said, "That looks good. Now go wait in the living room for us." She came back into the bathroom. She sprayed my hair and started at it with a curling iron. In about fifteen minutes, she had finished my hair and done some make-up and even polished my nails. While we were waiting for my nails to dry, Mom went to her room and made a phone call. "Let?s collect your father and go ?shop till we drop'." She smiled. I followed her down the hall. As we got to the kitchen she called out. "We?re ready, come on. I want to get some shopping done before lunchtime." Dad stepped into the doorway from the family room. I had to bite my tongue. He was wearing a black leather miniskirt, a white blouse, under which was obviously one of Mum?s bras, fully stuffed. His feet were covered in fishnet stockings and stuffed into a pair of open toed, low heeled slingbacks which showed his painted toenails. His usual sandy hair was replaced by a strawberry blonde shoulder length ponytail. Needless to say his face lost all the angles that said man and was softened by subtle make-up so it fairly screamed "woman.' To be honest, if I?d had any reason to think that someone else was in the house, I?d never have guessed it was Dad. "Really, is this necessary?" his voice quivered. "Can?t I just stay at home?" "No! You could have, but now you need to experience this first hand. Come on now," she said opening the garage door. "Let?s go. I?ll drive." Dad?s heels weren?t high, but he still tottered just a little. From the look, I think they were a size too small. Mum drove directly to the shopping centre. Of course I bounded out ready to catch up with Stevie. Dad on the other hand was not happy at all. Mum took pity on him and our first stop was a shoe shop, where Mum bought Dad a pair of slingbacks in the correct size. That improved his disposition a great deal. We also bought me two more pair of shoes and Mum wasn?t satisfied with Dad only having one pair, so she picked out a total of four pairs for him. She even found two pairs she liked for herself. Next we stopped by the lingerie store. Inside, Mum picked out panties and bras for me and matching slips. Dad had the look of rabbit caught in the headlights as he followed us around. Here, Dad?s hands were filled with lingerie. Mum took me in the fitting room and tried several bras on me and settled on a couple of styles. We ended up selecting four. When we came out of the fitting room Mum smiled at Dad. You could see him shrink back. She took him by the hand and led him to the fitting room and had him measured and fitted but not before calling for some assistance from the sales girl.. "May I help you?" she asked. "I?m Mrs. Sharon, I called earlier." "Oh yes, we have what you?re looking for right here." She reached under the counter and took out several boxes. She opened them and took out breasts. I swear the boxes had women?s breasts in them. Dad?s eyes got big, but not any bigger then mine I guess. Mum surveyed them, "These are nice. They look about right." "Let?s check the skin tone," the lady said, holding one up to Mum?s arm. "Oh, it?s not for me," she said, pointing towards Dad but slightly sparing his blushes slightly by then adding "it?s for my sister." I saw Dad shudder. Mum drew him up to the counter and held out his arm. The lady smiled and held it up to his arm. "I?d say it was a perfect match. Wouldn?t you?" she smiled at Dad. "I?d say so," Mum said. "Will you be needing a right or left?" the lady asked. "Both," Mum informed her. "Oh," she said. She placed the others back in their boxes and under the counter. She took out a second box. "This way. "Mum followed her, towing Dad. I giggled. Mum was buying tits for Dad. The three of them were in the booth for a few minutes when I heard the lady say, "Now don?t be embarrassed, a good percentage of our business is with customers just like you." A good percentage of their customer are men dressed as women and brought in by their wives? "That?s a good fit. Shall we use the adhesive?" the lady asked. "Oh yes definitely," Mum replied. "Let me put this make up over the edges and then you can have a few buttons undone," the lady informed Dad. Dad came out of the booth with several buttons undone showing some really convincing cleavage. Mum added five bra and pantie sets to Dad?s pile and paid the bill. It came to hundreds. We stopped by the food court and had lunch. I thought Dad would be sick, sitting there with a hundred or more people around. I could tell he was worried that someone might recognise him or even just clock him as a man in women?s clothes. I don?t know what he was uptight about as at least he had that cleavage to convince people of his femininity. We went from there to the department store. The sales assistant must have made a big commission that day, because Dad ended up with a pile of dresses, blouses and skirts. I got five skirts, five blouses and two dresses. We cleaned up in the jewellery department too. Mum insisted that Dad have his ears pierced. Dad tried to talk her out of it but Mum wasn?t listening. She promised me that if we could figure out how to do it so nobody at the burger bar would notice or care, I could get my ears pierced too. At around 4pm, we called it a day. We probably could have shopped more, but the boot was full. By the end of the day, Dad had calmed down and was more relaxed about his first trip out en femme and was finally getting into retail therapy. Towards the end of our trip he was even starting to pick out his own outfits whilst Mum was trying on some clothes herself. When we got home we all made room in our closets for our new clothes. As soon as I was through, I called Stevie. "Hi, it?s Lynne. You won?t believe it. I just got back from the shopping centre and Mum?s bought me my own dresses so I can give Julie hers back." Dad was still in his closet making room for his things, but Mum walked out. "Who are you talking to dear?" "Stevie, Mom." "Why don?t you have her over to see your new things?" "OK. Hey Stevie, Mum said you could come over and we could have a fashion show. Would you like to?" "Julie?s here, can she come too?" Stevie asked. "I?m sure it?ll be OK. Let me ask my Mum." "Hey Lynne, Mum wants to see you too. Can she come too?" "I?d better ask Mum. Hey Mum, is it OK if Stevie brings Julie and Mrs. Shirley?" "Sure, dear. The more the merrier." "Sure Stevie, bring them both." "We?ll be right there." "Bye." A few minutes later, Dad walked into the room. "I don?t know why you got me all those clothes. It?s not like I?m going make a habit of wearing this kind of thing." "I wouldn?t count on that. You may just wear them more of it than you think," Mum informed him. "Why don?t you put on the kettle for us and heat up some scones?" Dad muttered to himself and went to the kitchen. I could hear him banging around in there. Dad wasn?t used to cooking things for himself. I heard a car pull up outside. Mom heard it too. She stood up, walked over to the kitchen, peeked in the door, then continued to the front door. I followed her. She opened the door without giving them a chance to ring the bell. She held her finger to her lips. She spoke softly. "I want to surprise my husband. He doesn?t know you?re coming over to see Lynne." Mrs. Travey was also with them. We all tiptoed our way into the living room. Mum stopped by the kitchen. "Dear, I?ve changed my mind. No scones. Put out a plate of biscuits instead." In the living room, I sat on the sofa between Stevie and Julie. I looked at her Mum and then her. She leaned over to me and whispered. "I stopped at home to borrow Mum?s camera. When she heard why I wanted it, she invited herself along. I hope you don?t mind." "I don?t mind, but I?m not sure about Dad," I whispered back. Mum came in and looked at Stevie. "I can?t get over how pretty you look. You know you should be a model. You?re look so natural and Julie you could be a makeup artist tomorrow!" Then she put her fingers to her lips again. Stevie smiled and mouthed "Thank you." Just then Dad came in with a plate of biscuits. He froze. Now he was facing his worst fears en femme. There he was in front of two mothers of children he knew who knew not only that he was a man in women?s clothing but who also knew him personally. "Come on in dear," Mom smiled. "We?ll need seven cups for the tea. We have company." Dad was visibly shaken as he put the biscuits on the table. I thought he was going to burst into tears at any moment. "Dear where are your manners? Say hello to our guests." "He - hello Kate, Lorraine, Julie, and ah, Stevie." "Well, don?t just stand there, serve the tea." "Yes dear." Dad went back to the kitchen. We all giggled. Dad was back shortly with a tray full of cups, a teapot and sugar and a small jug of milk. With Mom prompting, he served us all tea and finally sat in his easy chair. "Well, I see Lynne isn?t the only new female in your family, Anne." Mum smiled, "I thought since I got so much opposition to allowing Lynne to experience her feminine side that he needed to find out for himself what it feels like. I wonder now, of course, why I hadn?t thought of putting him in a skirt before.." I took Stevie and Julie to my room and showed them my new clothes. Mum and Dad took Mrs. Shirley and Mrs. Sharon into their room and Dad showed off his new clothes. When we were all back in the living room, Dad was talking with them like he had always been one of the girls. Always before, Dad would hardly speak to other women and had told me more than once how he couldn?t get a word in edgewise when a bunch of women were talking. But I guess now he felt he was just one of the girls. So was I; it was great. Stevie and Julie left about five because they had to get to their jobs. Their mums stayed for dinner. It was the first time I?ve ever enjoyed having adults over for dinner and helped Mum prepare the meal. If I didn?t know better, I would have thought I was now in an alternative world where there was no difference between the sexes and we were all female. We all cleaned up the kitchen. After the ladies had gone, Mum, Dad and I put on our neglig?es and had a hot chocolate. How cool, our whole family in neglig?es. During the night I woke to go to the loo and for the first time in ages heard noises coming from Mom and Dad?s bedroom. Then I heard Mum say, "That was amazing. I think I?m going to keep you in neglig?es all the time." Dad replied, "If it?ll be like that every time, you won?t be able to get me out of them." Oh great! Just what every seventeen year old wants to hear. His parents having sex. Saturday morning, we had a late breakfast. It was a nauseating, Mum and Dad were like a lesbian couple on their first date, each fiddling with the others panties and bra straps. They held hands across the table. At every little excuse they kissed each other. They were relaxing with their coffee when all of a sudden, Dad sat up. Looking at his breasts, he said, "Ah, these things are glued on my chest, aren?t they?" "Of course dear. You were there when it happened." "How do they come off?" "Well, the glue will wear off after a few weeks. If you want them off before then, I think you need a solvent remover." "We have got some solvent remover haven?t we?" "No," Mum said with a disappointed and resigned look. "Tomorrow?s a workday. I can?t go to work with these things hanging off my chest." "Why not, every other woman does? You will otherwise have to go to the shopping centre and buy some solvent remover," Mum told him. "Can?t you go and get me some?" "I?m not the one who wants to remove them." Mum smiled wickedly. "For God?s sake, I?m serious. I need to get these off my chest." Dad was near panic and didn?t realise why Mum and I both giggled. "Look," Mum said standing, "get dressed and go buy the solvent remover. Come on, I?ll help you." I went to my room and put on one of my dresses and tried to bush out my hair. Mum, could you help me?" I asked knocking on their door. "Come in dear." Dad was sitting at Mum?s vanity mirror in a slip and stockings putting on his makeup. "Sweetheart, not so much. Less is more," Mum chided him. I watched in fascination as he applied blush, then eyeshadow. He seemed to have totally mastered mascara and lipstick. Mum advised him along the way, but he did everything himself. When he was done, he seemed to have a real sense of pride in his perfectly made up face. Mum turned to me and asked, "What is you need, dear?" "Ah, I wanted help with my hair." "Sure, sweetie." In the bathroom, Mum worked me over with the curling iron again. A little lip-gloss and I was beautiful. My hair was still shorter then I wanted, but it would grow. "Does this dress look OK?" Dad asked from the doorway. "It looks as good as it did when you bought it," smiled Mum. "Are you sure that you won?t go to get the solvent remover?" "If it were up to me, you would go to work dressed just like you are now." "Oh God no. "Dad was pale. "Oh, go on then go and get your precious solvent remover." "I?ll go with you Dad." I smiled. The two of us got into the car and headed for the shopping centre. Dad looked nervous, but determined. He glanced at me. "How can you be so calm about going around dressed as a girl?" he asked. "Well, having Stevie to lead the way makes it easier for me. I mean, everything I?ve done, Stevie did before me. It?s kind of like I sent her out to find out what?s safe to do." "I wish I knew someone who?s done all this before me. I might not be so nervous." "You?re doing fine, Dad and you look great. Your natural looking bust line is really convincing." "I know. I get turned on looking at my own breasts. Is that sick or what?" Dad and I never talked like this before. "Well, can I tell you something, just between us guys in dresses?" Dad laughed. "Sure, if we can?t talk to each other about this, who can we talk to?" "I get turned on just putting on these clothes." "You too? I wonder if all men get turned on putting on or wearing women?s clothes?" "What really gets me, is even though I know it?s Steve under all the clothes and make-up I still think Stevie is drop dead gorgeous and would love to date her. It?s freaky." "Don?t worry about it. I don?t think you are bad looking yourself, Lynne, and it?s only natural to see someone like Stevie and forget everything except how she looks." We pulled into the car park. This time, Dad didn?t hesitate. He was out of the car and strode confidently into the shopping centre. To my surprise he didn?t stop at the lingerie shop. He beat a path directly to the department store perfumery counter! He picked out three more dresses and looked up at me, noticing my surprised look. "If you mother wants to see me in dresses, I might just as well wear some that I like." With that, he marched straight to fitting rooms. He came out and let me see how he looked. He ended up buying all three. Then we stopped by the lingerie department and Dad picked up a couple more neglig?es. "Would you like some more neglig?es while we?re here?" "Sure, why not?" We paid up and headed for the lingerie shop except Dad seemed to forget why we had come and ended up buying himself three corsets and two for me. On the way home I had to ask, "Dad, are you planing on dressing up all the time? I mean, you were going to buy solvent remover?" "I thought I would, but after last night, I think I?m going to stay like this like your Mum wants me to." "Ah, yeah, I was in the bathroom last night." "You heard?" "I had to go to the loo." Dad chuckled. "What can I say? It was like it was the first time all over again." "I wouldn?t know about that, I?m still waiting." "That?s good." Dad smiled. "I don?t want my daughter sleeping with the first boy she meets." Things would be different around our house from now on. There were three women in our house now and there were bras, panties and hosiery all over the place...