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My heart was pounding as I walked to her front door. I rang the doorbell.
The door opened. She looked at me questioningly. I handed her the pack of
depilatory cream. She weighed it in her hand. She didn't need to look at
the tube inside. It was obviously much lighter than when she had given it
to me. A big smile lit up her face. "Come into the doll's house," she
giggled. I stepped into the hallway and she closed the front door. "Let's
go upstairs," she said.
Once in the bedroom she looked approvingly at my long hair. "Let's start
by giving you some curls." She set to work with a comb, applying hair
spray to sections of hair before fixing them with Velcro rollers.
"Right," she said," we'll leave the rollers in while we get the rest of
you looking pretty. Start by taking your top off." While I did this she
opened a box. I saw that it contained a pair of silicone falsie breasts.
"It's good that your chest is hairless," she said. "The glue will stick
better." She sprayed the back of one of the falsies and carefully placed
it on my chest, making sure that the back surface was all in contact with
my skin. "Now hold it in place while I fix the other one." I did as I was
told as she first applied glue and then carefully put the other falsie
symmetrically in place. "You're a big girl now," she said with a smile.
"You'll need to wear a bra." She helped me put on a white bra and spent a
few moments adjusting the straps until she was satisfied that it was
properly fitted. "This is quite a flexible bra," she explained. "It's the
same style that I like to wear. It will support the weight of your
boobies but allow them to bounce nicely as you walk."
"Now you need to take your trousers off," she said. I removed my shoes
and stepped out of my jeans. "And your socks," she said. "You can leave
your boxers on for now, but you'll need to pull then down a little so I
can put your suspender-belt on." The suspender belt was about six inches
deep with six suspenders. It had hook-and-eye fastening at the front.
When I had fastened all these she told me to breathe in. She tightened
the laces at the back and tied them in a bow. "Now it's time to put your
knickers on," she said. "I'll let you do that yourself." She handed me a
pair of soft and silky pink knickers. They were what I suppose you might
call "large knickers" - certainly not a skimpy bikini style. "They'll
keep you properly covered, but still allow room for growth." We both knew
what sort of growth might need to be allowed for. I turned my back on her
as I took off my shorts and pulled up those wonderful knickers around my
bum and genitals. They felt cool and caressing on the cheeks of my
bottom, and enclosed and supported my cock and balls. Not at all like
wearing shorts. I could already feel a slight stirring in my cock. But I
didn't really want to show her just how much they turned me on. "Now make
sure that your suspenders are all under your knickers," she said. "Just
in case you need to take your knickers down in a hurry." I looked at her.
"Well," she explained, "you might need to go to the toilet and that's not
so easy if your suspenders are outside your knickers. And besides," she
went on, "if you were a naughty dolly then I might need to smack your
bare bottom." She smiled. But I wondered what sort of things naughty
dollies might do.
She opened a pack of stockings and carefully took out one stocking. "Now
watch what I do," she said. She put both her thumbs inside the top of the
stocking and used her fingers to gather the stocking up onto her thumbs
then she held the stocking so that I could put my toe into the toe of the
stocking and she then moved her hands up my leg until the stocking was
fully deployed on my leg, with the dark shiny stocking-top on my thighs.
"You need to make sure you put your stockings on straight and not
twisted," she explained, "especially if you have stockings with seams at
the back. Now fasten the stocking to your suspenders." She watched as I
put the other stocking on myself. As I put my toe in my stocking, my knee
touched my bra, reminding me that I now had a bust. A weight on my chest.
Boobies like a real girl. Boobies that got in the way slightly when a
girl was putting her stockings on her hairless legs... "Now adjust the
suspenders," she said. "You need to make sure that your stockings are
nicely taut when you are standing up."
When I had done this to her satisfaction she told me to sit on a stool in
front of the dressing-table. "Just a little bit of make-up," she said. I
was facing her so I had my back to the mirror and couldn't watch what she
was doing. She told me when to close my eyes as she put on eye shadow.
And when not to blink as she applied mascara. How to open or purse my
lips as she used lipstick. To tilt my head for her as she applied
blusher. Then she started removing the rollers from my hair. She gently
patted my hair in shape before spraying with lacquer. "Your curls will
last as long as you don't brush your hair," she said, "but they aren't
permanent." She now let me turn round and look at my reflection in the
mirror. I was amazed at the transformation. I saw a pretty girl with
lovely curly hair. Wearing a bra. With quite large tits. I could tell
that the tits weren't real. But then, she hadn't made me into a real
girl, had she? She'd made me into a girly doll. A girly boy doll. A sissy
doll with pretend tits. Wearing a bra and stockings and knickers. I could
feel my cock starting to move. She giggled. "I can see you like what you
see!"
She told me to stand up and held a blue dress for me to step into. She
lifted it up to my waist and helped me put my arms in the sleeves. Then
she fastened the long zip at the back. The dress had some built in
petticoats so that it flared out from my cinched waist giving me a more
girly shape. And (I realised later) this helped conceal any unfeminine
bulges in the knicker area. The hem of the skirt came just above the
knee. She handed me a pair of matching blue shoes. "Carry them for now,"
she said. "Don't try walking downstairs in them until you have practised
walking in heels."
We went downstairs and I stepped into the shoes. They were, like the rest
of my clothes, a good fit and I realised that my cousin had taken a lot
of care getting the outfit for me. The shoes had two-inch heels and as
soon as I put them on I could tell that my legs had taken on a more
feminine shape. It also felt as if my bottom was sticking out a bit more.
I walked round the room. It was necessary to take more dainty steps when
wearing heeled shoes. My suspenders pulled at my taut stocking tops with
every step. My boobies bounced a little. My bottom moved differently than
before. Moved inside the silky material of my knickers. Something else
was moving in my knickers too. My cock was getting harder.
My cousin left the room for a few moments, returning with a blue handbag.
"Here you are," she said "Blue for a boy. But I think I'll call you Didi
instead of Dee. It's more girly now that you're my dolly. You can call me
Mummy if you like. She gave me a little hug. "Thank you, Mummy," I found
myself saying. Her hand brushed the front of my dress. She laughed. "Well
I can tell you're a little boy dolly!"
"You really need to get used to wearing heels," she said. "So let's go
out for a walk. Your credit cards are in your handbag."
I gasped. My pulse rate increased. And my erection rapidly diminished.
She wanted me to go out in public in a dress. In heels and stockings. And
make-up.
"Don't worry, Didi," she laughed. "No-one will recognise you. And I'll be
with you all the time. I'll look after you. We can go shopping for pretty
things for you to wear." Her voice was very soothing and I started to
calm down. "Now just remember that you are a pretty girl. The boys will
be looking at you. Just ignore them. Don't make eye contact. Never look
back, even if they make comments. Just think about being with me."
We walked down the street arm in arm. Although I could feel the
petticoats of my skirt in more or less continuous contact with my legs,
it still felt very exposed to have no trousers on. Slowly I came to
realise that unless I was to step over someone lying on the pavement, it
wasn't actually possible for anyone to see up my skirt. No-one would be
able to see my knickers. And the tell-tale bulge in them, revealing my
secret maleness. After a while I started to feel more confident. And to
start enjoying the sensation of my nylons brushing together as I walked.
Of my suspenders pulling on my taut stocking-tops with every step. The
way the cheeks of my bottom moved against the silkiness of my knickers.
How my knickers supported and caressed my male bits. How my tits bounced
a little in my bra. I turned to Mummy and smiled. She smiled back.
We went into a shop that sold ladies' underwear. I bought several pairs
of pretty "big knickers" and a pretty (very short) nightdress with
matching panties. Choosing pretty underwear meant looking at and handling
pretty and feminine silky garments. An activity probably guaranteed to
cause a state of arousal in a male for whom this was not (or at least had
not been) a normal shopping experience.
She took me into a beauty salon. "The owner is a friend of mine," she
said. Her friend set to work on my nails. When she had finished trimming,
buffing and polishing they did look a lot nicer. "Would you like your
ears pierced?" she asked. "Yes, why not," said Mummy. "After all, even
boys have their ears pierced nowadays." I wasn't sure, but I thought that
a look passed between them. When we left the salon I had a pair of simple
studs in my ears.
We went to an Italian restaurant for a meal. Mummy smoothed her skirt
under her as she sat down and I remembered to do the same. "Good girl,"
she said quietly. "Always smooth your skirt under you as you sit down.
And remember to keep your knees together while you're sitting."
Remembering this was more difficult and I had to keep closing my legs. I
don't think anyone would have been able to see up my skirt where we were
sitting, but I told myself this was something I would have to remember
better in future. A few moments later the implication of this thought
struck me - I was expecting to need to remember to keep my knees together
in future. That is to say on future occasions when I was wearing a skirt
in public. It was fortunate that we were sitting at a table. The
realisation that I was accepting that I would be wearing a skirt in
public in future had caused me to get a huge erection. Fortunately this
had at least partially subsided by the time the waiter came to take our
order. He smiled at me and I felt myself blushing. "He fancies you," said
Mummy when he had gone. I had the strange thought that if he fancied me
he would be thinking about what I might be wearing under my dress. There
was a stirring sensation again in my knickers.
After leaving the restaurant we did a bit more shopping. I bought a
"little black dress" and a black slip and knickers to go with it. Mummy
helped me try the dress on in a fitting-room at the dress shop. She
bought me an epilator. "I'll explain how to use it when we get home," she
said.
It was almost dusk by the time we got back to her house. It was quite a
relief to put down all my shopping bags. "I think it's time to relax with
a gin and tonic," said Mummy. She looked at me questioningly. "Yes
please, Mummy," I said. We sat on the settee and sipped our drinks.
"Well, Didi, have you enjoyed your day?" she asked. I smiled and nodded
as she put her hand on my stockinged knee. I compliantly parted my legs
as her hand moved a little way up my skirt. Her fingers stroked my leg
without exploring further. Perhaps she knew I was longing for her to
soothe my aching cock.
"Now your legs are lovely and smooth because you used the cream on them.
You need to keep them smooth and hairless if you want to keep on being my
dolly. That's what the epilator is for. Use it every morning, starting
tomorrow. As soon as any new hairs emerge, the epilator will find them
and pull them out. Even though the new hairs are so fine you can't see
them. And by using it every day, there won't be so many hairs to remove
so it won't be very painful. The hairs are removed from a few millimetres
below the skin, so these hairs will take a few days to emerge again. A
few of them won't ever grow back. And the ones that grow fastest will be
pulled out more often, so these will eventually get weaker. So if you use
the epilator every day, your legs will always be smooth and hairless,
you'll avoid the stubble you get from shaving, and gradually the hair
growth will diminish as you keep removing the hairs from their roots. But
read the instructions carefully. The epilator only works on firm skin.
You need to stretch the skin with your hand where it is not naturally
firm, like at the back of your thighs, to avid the epilator pinching your
skin and drawing blood. And never try to use it on your bits. It's best
to use the depilatory cream there. Maybe not every day, but at least
before you come to see me here. I don't want dollies with pubic hair."
We sipped our drinks and her hand moved a bit further up my skirt. She
was stroking my stocking-top and just occasionally her finger-tip would
touch the inside of my bare thigh. My erection grew stronger.
"You can sleep in the spare room," she said. "Shall we go up there now?"
She led the way upstairs, helping me carry my shopping bags. In the
bedroom she helped me off with my dress. She smiled at the sight of my
erection like a tentpole in my knickers. "You've had a hard day, haven't
you?" she giggled. "Would you like Mummy to help you make it soft again?"
"Yes please, Mummy," I replied. "Perhaps I'd better take my dress off
too," she said, "in case you make a mess on it."
So there we both were in bra and knickers, stockings and suspenders, and
heeled shoes. I admired how Mummy's knickers clung to her feminine shape,
her rounded bottom and curvy hips. At the front, a gentle smooth curve
from waist to crotch. The front of my knickers was very different, my
throbbing erection now stronger than ever. "You'd better pull your
knickers down," said Mummy as she picked up a glass. Moments later it
felt as if my whole body was jerking as I spurted copiously into the
glass. Never before had I spent so many hours of a day in a state of at
least partial arousal, and now it seemed that every drop of fluid in my
balls was being milked out. Mummy handed me the glass. "Drink it up now,"
she said. "Swallowing cum will make you feel more girly. Besides, it's
good to recycle!" I swallowed the contents of the glass as she pulled my
knickers back up. "There," she said. "That's much more ladylike." The
front of my knickers was now almost as smooth as hers. My shrivelled cock
and empty balls making only a tiny bulge. "I think my little baby boy
doll has a bigger cock than you now," she laughed.
I was very tired. "We have to remove your make-up before you go to bed,"
she said. I sat on the end of the bed as she used some wet-wipes on my
face. She unfastened my bra and helped me take it off. Then she helped me
on with another one. "This is a sleep bra," she explained. "I think
you'll be more comfortable with it on. Now off with your shoes and
stockings." I unfastened my suspenders and carefully removed my
stockings. I stood up and she pulled my knickers down a little way again
so she could untie the laces on my suspender belt and I could then
unfasten the front. I pulled up my knickers and slipped into bed. Mummy
kissed me on the cheek as my eyes closed. I was nearly asleep before she
had switched off the light as she left the room.
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