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Pretty in Pink Part 8:
One day Mrs. Walsh, a friend of our family stopped by to visit. Martin,
her son was my age and in Philippa and my class at school. We knew each
other but he was really Philippa's friend.
Mrs. Walsh said that Martin seemed to be getting along well in School and
asked how I was doing. I told her I thought it was fun except for sewing
class.
"Yeah," I said, "I need to find another girl to help me finish this dress
before I fail this class!" Mrs. Walsh hesitated for a moment before she
spoke. "Maybe Martin could help you Kate," Mrs. Walsh said to my
surprise. "He's about your height and all!"
We all looked at Martin who was staring at his mother in shock!
"Mum," he said horrified. "What are you talking about? How can I help
her? I'd have to wear her dress!"
Mrs. Walsh leaned over and took Martin's hand, patting it. Turning to
Mum she said, "Please don't misunderstand," she said. "Martin's a
regular boy but he sometimes likes to wear my clothes at home and pretend
he's a girl!"
Martin had been comforted for a moment by Mum patting his hand but he had
realised his Mum has completely dropped him in it and gone bright red.
Mum got up and moved over next to where Martin was sitting. "Don't worry
Martin," she said stroking his hair. "I promise I won't tell about you,
I'll even let you in on a little secret. Kate here isn't really a girl!"
Martin's head shot up and he stared at me.
I was sitting there wearing a pink slip dress and a pink ribbon for a
belt. I had on a strapless bra, panties, stockings and suspenders.
Martin seemed very bewildered as he looked from the pretty pink bow that
held up my ponytail to the pink nail polish on my finger nails and
toenails! Even Mrs. Walsh seemed to be puzzled over what Mum had just
told them!
"I'm not sure I heard you right Lorelei," said Mrs. Walsh to Mum. "What
do you mean Kate isn't a girl?" Martin looked at me very intently.
"Yeah," said Martin, "I see her every day in her school uniform, with the
other girls and she's even a cheerleader!"
"No Martin, even though she's a cheerleader, Kate is really a boy," Mum
said coming to where I sat. "You see Kate is really my son Riley and
Philippa is my only real daughter."
By now Mrs Walsh had understood. She looked at me and smiled. "Wow,
Lorelei, I would never have guessed that this pretty girl, Kate, is
actually your son!"
I explained, "I wondered what it would be like to be a girl."
Looking at Martin I noticed that he seemed very interested all of a
sudden.
"You mean that I've not really had rings round me at football by a girl?
I feel a bit better about playing you at football."
"Ahem!" said Philippa. "But I think you will have to accept that I run
rings round you more than Kate!"
"Fair point," said Michael.
Mrs. Walsh smiled at Philippa and me and said. "You're really lucky
girls, I always envied the boys at school. They never had to wear
uniforms or take silly sewing classes!"
"Speaking of silly sewing classes Martin," I said giving him a sweet
smile, "I could really use your help if you don't mind."
Martin smiled back at me and said, "I'll help on one condition, Kate,
could you show me how to do my makeup like you?" Martin was thin with
freckled skin and long ginger hair. I figured it wouldn't take a whole
lot to make a beautiful girl out of him!
"I'd love to Martin," I shot back, "come on, let's go to my room and get
you started!"
"Back in a bit Mum," he yelled as he hurried to follow me upstairs, "this
is going to be fun!"
When we got to my room Martin just stood and stared. "Wow, you even have
a girl's bedroom and everything Kate!"
I realised that to Martin what I had come to take for granted was a
dream.
"Why not Martin," I replied, "after all I am a girl!"
"Yeah, right," Martin said looking into my wardrobe. "Look at all those
pretty dresses! You're so lucky, I wish I had a collection of dresses
like that!"
I took him by the hand and said, "Let's pick out a couple of pretty
dresses for you to model!"
Martin and I began picking out clothes for him to model. We settled on a
little black dress, my school uniform and one of my pink dresses. We
talked as we chose and I asked him what clothes of his Mum's he wore. "A
couple of times I wore her trousers ," Martin said, "I tried on a couple
of dresses and a slip but that's about it. Why do you ask?"
"In that case you'll need a lot of help," I said, "for example, putting
on a bra can be tricky at first! But don't worry, when I'm done you'll
be able to get dressed just like a real girl!"
Martin hadn't worn a bra before.
Martin said "I've never worn girl's underwear, I tried some of mom's
stuff but it was too big for me!"
"It's time I put you in your first bra, Martin."
Martin's face brightened.
I picked out a pair of white silk panties with a lace trim a matching bra
and a half slip.
Martin was out of his teeshirt and trousers and excitedly removed his
boxer short and stepped into the panties. When his erection went down I
suggested he tuck and gave him a pair of fishnet tights. I told him to
take the panties and shorts and change in the closet.
He then put on the slip and asked me to help him put on his first bra.
"These feel great Kate," he said running his hand over his butt. "I love
the way your panties feel against my skin and the tingle of your tights
on my leg!"
"I am giving you the panties, bra and tights because a girl doesn't share
panties with another girl and you can keep the slip too," I said.
"Thank you Kate, you're so generous," Martin said.
I showed him how to fasten his bra in front and then twist it around and
put his arms through the straps. Once he got the cups in the proper
place I adjusted the straps for him and filled the cups with some
breastforms. Martin pulled on the little black dress and admired himself
in the mirror.
"We're not done yet, young lady," I said laughing, "put on these
slingbacks and let me fix your hair."
After Martin put on my slingbacks I began to brush his hair. Since he
liked to dress up at home his mom let him wear his hair a little longer
than most guys and I was able to fix it into a suitably feminine style.
We went down to show Mrs. Walsh her new daughter.
"How do I look in these clothes Mum?" Martin asked. "Do I look as nice in
them as they feel?"
Mrs. Walsh seemed quite pleased with her new daughter. "You make a
really cute girl Martin," his Mum said, "you certainly look much nicer
wearing clothes meant for a girl your age!"
Mrs. Walsh studied Martin for a moment and then asked, "Are you really
wearing girl's underwear too?"
Martin pulled at the dress to show the outline of his bra. "Kate gave me
a bra to wear," he said with a grin.
Then he turned to his mother and twerked saying, "Look Mum I have a
visible pantie line!"
Everyone laughed Martin turned to me and gave me a hug. "Thanks Kate,"
he said, "this makes me so happy!"
"We're not done yet Martin," I reminded him. "We still have a few more
outfits for you to wear for this fashion show!" Martin twirled around so
that his mother could see how he looked in the back.
"She's right Mum," Martin said as we headed back up to my room, "wait
till you see some of the pretty clothes I'm going to model for you!"
Back in my room Martin reluctantly began to take off the little black
dress. "I hate to take these off Kate," he said sadly, "I've never had a
chance to wear such pretty clothes that really fit me."
"Don't get all upset Martin," I said reassuringly. "Leave on your
panties and bra and put these on," I said as I handed him my school
uniform.
"This is really nice Kate," he said while turning side to side, "this
feels so soft and nice I can't believe it! It's too bad I cannot go to
school wearing this like you!" Martin said as he looked at himself in my
uniform.
"I know what you mean Martin," I replied, "I was jealous of Philippa and
her friends for so long!"
We went back downstairs to continue the fashion show.
Martin made the perfect school girl. His hair was just long enough to
make him look like a young girl and the blouse was a perfect fit. I
found myself wishing that Martin could go to school as a girl too. I
felt certain we'd make a great set of girlfriends for each other!
Martin brought me back from my daydream reminding me that it was time to
model another outfit. This time I thought I'd go all out and make Martin
into the girl of his dreams.
He took off my uniform and asked me what was next.
"You're about to become a beautiful girl, compliments of Cosmopolitan!"
Martin was thrilled as I began to apply a light foundation to his face.
He was trembling so much that I was afraid I'd poke him in the eye when I
put mascara on him. After I finished with his blush, eyeshadow and a
shade of pink lipstick I began to apply nail tips to his fingernails.
"Hold still will you," I pleaded, "you can see how you look when I'm all
done with you!" After his nail tips were firmly attached I put a coat of
light pink nail polish on him. "Now are you sure you want to go through
with this Martin?" I asked. I was sure I knew his answer but
wanted to make the moment just a little more intense for him!
"I'm positive Kate," he pleaded, "please don't stop now! I've never had
so much fun before!" I passed him the pink dress. "Here it is," I said,
"what do you think of this dress?"
Martin gasped when I handed him the gown. "It's beautiful Kate," he said
as tears began to well up in his eyes. "It's the prettiest dress I've
ever seen!"
"I thought you'd like it," I said, "you're right, it is a gorgeous dress.
Just what you need to make you into a pretty young woman with makeup to
match."
I helped him step into the dress and when he had worked out how to put
his arms through the sleeves of the shoulderless dress I zipped it up.
"You're stuck in it now Martin," I giggled, "you'll never get this dress
off without help!"
"If it were up to me," he laughed, "I'd never take it off! I can't wait
to see if I look as great as I feel!" Martin headed to the full length
mirror but I stopped him..
"Believe me," I said, "you're a beautiful young lady."
I helped him slip into the matching Mary Janes. Martin seemed to have no
trouble adjusting to walking in heels, I guess he practiced with his
Mum's shoes at home.
When Martin saw his reflection in the mirror I thought for sure he was
going to cry. "Hey, don't start crying," I warned him, "you'll mess up
your mascara!"
I quickly dried his tears with a tissue.
"I'm sorry Kate," Martin said in a soft, quivering voice, "it's just that
I can't believe that I look so pretty! I never thought I'd look so much
like a girl!"
"Just a couple of more things," I said as I began to search my lingerie
drawer again. I sprayed him with a little Dior behind his ears then
giggling, I sprayed some into his "cleavage".
I gave him a handbag that went with the dress and I said, "It's showtime,
Marta! Let's finish this fashion show with a bang!"
Martin smiled at me, "Marta," he said, "that sounds like a very pretty
name! Yes, Marta it is!" Marta smiled, made a very graceful turn and
followed me downstairs. I asked him to wait until I introduced him, then
went into the room where everyone sat.
"I would now like to introduce the lovely Miss Marta Walsh!" I said to
the group.
Everyone laughed until Marta walked into the room. Suddenly our Mums and
Philippa stared in disbelief at the beautiful young woman in pink
shoulderless dress and heels. Mrs. Walsh was the first to speak.
"Martin," she said in a shocked tone, "you're beautiful!"
Mum looked Marta over from head to toe and smiled, "You're a very lovely
young woman, Marta," she said. "I think Kate has some stiff competition
here!"
Philippa got up and walked all around Marta as if she were checking out a
used car. "They're right, Marta," she said as she sat back down. "You
will be fighting the boys off you...."
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