Becoming A Teenage Girl Intermission
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Becoming a Miss
My mom apparently noticed that when she was at work, I would sometimes
try on her clothes andshoes. Finally, she approached me one day about it
in an unusual way.
She brought to my attention that there was going to be a "womenless"
beauty pageant at my junior high.
"Alan, would you be interested?"
"Sounds like it would be lots of fun and a good way to end your first
year in junior high."
"Mom, oh, I don't know. I don't think I would make a pretty girl."
"And being in only 7th grade, I don't think I would win against the older
kids in 8th and 9th grades."
"Nonsense, age has nothing to do with it, but your attitude in the key to
winning or losing."
"I will help you look your best. Besides, it will be fun for me to have
a "temporary" daughter for awhile. With your father divorcing me last
year, I haven't had much fun and I don't think you have either. Am I
right?"
"Oh, ok mom. If you really want to, I will do it."
"How do I start?"
"It is only two weeks away."
"Alan, honey, on Saturday we will go to Goodwill and see if they have any
clothes for a girl your age, ok?"
"Oh, ok mom, whatever you say."
The next two days were both exciting and nervous for my mom and me. At
dinner we would discuss "womanless" pageants and why boys dress up like
girls.
"Alan, have you ever thought about dressing as a girl?"
"Gee, no mom, maybe once for Halloween."
Hmm, she thought to herself.
Saturday morning couldn't have come any sooner. I was nervous as heck.
"Mom, if we buy some clothes at Goodwill, will people think they are for
me?"
"No, not necessarily. But if we find the right dress, I may want
you to try it on and we could tell people that you will be in the annual
junior high womanless pageant."
When we arrived at the Goodwill store the placed was packed with people.
I was surprised. Mostly young teens girls looking for bargains and moms
trying to make ends meet.
I was hesitant to stand next to my mom, but she reached over and pulled
me right next to her.
"Honey, if we are going to do this, we will do it together ok."
She proceeded to pick out panties and bras and nighties.
"Mom, why nightgowns and why so many things?"
"Honey, if you are going to win the pageant, you will need to act, look,
and feel like a girl. So, wearing a nighty for example will help you get
in the mood and feel much more girly, at least when you sleep. Besides,
I love my silky nighties and I am sure you will too!"
With that, there were several cute silky nighties thrown into our (my)
basket.
My mom had measured me with a tape measure before we left so she knew
what bra and panty sizes I would need. What I didn't expect is that my
mom would ask me to try on one of the bras! It was a very feminine bra
which had clasps in the front. It was a push up bra. I had to go into a
dressing room with my mom. Not too embarrassing as several young girls
took notice!
In the dressing room my mom has me removed my shirt and I try on the bra.
She helped me put it on and when she brought it together to clasp in
front, I had "breasts!" Little breasts, but they were breasts. My
breasts. I shivered! Yikes.
Girls had breasts, not young boys. I had tried on my mom's bras but
there were not like this bra; up lifting, cute, and sexy!
"Oh, honey. Look how cute this is on you. I knew you would be a
natural."
A natural what, I thought.
My mom then suggested I put on a pair of panties and stay in the dressing
room so I could try on several dresses and outfits. She was so I
excited. I was too, I think.
She proceeded to bring in many dresses, pants, tops, and outfits that I
soon lost count.
"Mom, mom," I pleaded. "I just need to be a girl for one pageant."
"Oh honey, I guessed I got carried away. I am sorry. I guess I was
making up for lost time in not having a daughter. Anyway, let's go thru
this pile of clothes and make some decisions."
As we proceeded, my mom selected way more clothes than I thought I would
need to prep for a two-week away pageant. In fact, I left with enough
outfits for half of a school year!
"Oh honey," my mom said, "we can always return the ones we don't need or
like. Ok sweetie."
Now I was her "sweetie!"
When we finally got back home my mom help me carry all the clothes into
my room.
She wanted to organize and arrange my new wardrobe. And she kept putting
my old "boy" clothes into a large garbage bag that could be used "later!"
When we were done, she suggested I take a hot bath, wash my hair and
began my preparation for the pageant.
Wow, this was moving much faster that I thought.
To be cont.
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