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Womanless gurl
I wasn't sure I wanted to do this, but I went into the bathroom to run
water for a bath. I usually take showers, but my mother did suggest a
bath.
As the hot water started to fill the tub, I stripped down all of my
clothes.
Just then, my mother barges right in and with me nude, I quickly turn
away from her.
I cover my crouch with one hand and with my other hand, I cover my
breasts - just like a girl, but I don't have any breasts (yet)!
My mother proceeds to pour a purple liquid into the hot water. Bubbles
immediately appear and the small bathroom is filled with a pleasant
violet smell.
"Alan, honey. You need to shave your legs. Here is my EOS shaving cream,
and my Venus razor. You can use it until you get your own. Ok dear."
My own!
"Why do I need to shave my legs?"
"Oh heavens, Alan, all girls shave their legs. And besides, wait till you
wear nylons and pantyhose, your legs will feel so smooth and feminine,
and look great under a short skirt."
"Now be careful, and don't cut yourself. Go slow. And let me know if
you need any help. Ok honey."
I slowly stepped into the tub. As I sat down and stretch back into the
hot water, I thought to myself - why don't I take more baths. This was
heavenly.
I looked down at my body. I had no chest definition whatsoever, my white
legs were long, and my little "guy," was yes, little, very little.
As the water began to cool, I thought I should start to shave my legs.
I first raise a leg and covered it with the EOS cream and slowly shaved
as much as my leg as I could.
Finally, I had to stand up to shave higher up my leg. Hmm, how much
should I shave around my crotch. Should I ask my mother? No, I think I
will pass for now.
While standing, I did decide to apply the cream to my buttocks and shave
my cute cheeks.
Did I just say "cute cheeks?" Gee, I am already sound like a girl.
Yikes!
After shaving, I emptied the tub and stood to shower and wash my hair.
Just then my "no knock" mother brings in her Redkin hair conditioner and
shampoo.
"Oh Alan, your legs look great and Oh, you shave you buttocks too. Good
girl."
Now I was a "good girl."
I washed and shampoo my hair. My mother had left one of her large pink
bath towels for me.
I dried and wrapped myself with the large towel.
As I came into my bedroom, my mother was laying out things for me to
wear.
I guess this is where it begins.
"Alan, I thought you should start with things that are simple and for
your age. Maybe a little more of a tween now, and then later a teen. Ok
honey?"
"Yea, whatever. Ok, mom."
"First put on these pale pink cotton panties. They are a size 5 and
should fit you."
I step into the panties while turning my back so my mother would not see
my little guy.
I pulled up the panties. There fit perfectly.
In fact, my little guy was tuck under and was out of site.
Looking down, I look like a girl with a nice "mound."
My mother showed me how to attach my bra hooks in front and then spin the
bra around while putting my arms through the straps. Cool.
With a little adjustment to my padded bra (34 AA) my mom was satisfied.
She had selected for my first outfit, a cute red jumper covered with
little pastel flowers.
So girly, so tween, so nice, I thought to myself.
I stepped into the jumper and my mom button the back for me.
I turn for her to see me.
She almost cried. Yikes - she wants a daughter!
"Oh ALAN, this is going to be soo much fun. I really hope you like this
honey."
I finished my outfit with a pair of open toe white sandals.
Wearing the bra and the jumper made me really feel feminine.
Next I sat at my mother's vanity. A week ago, this would have been a
dream.
Here I was with my mother applying a little foundation, a hint of blush,
some eye liner and my first taste of lipstick.
With my hair brushed into a cute pageboy style, I finally looked in the
mirror.
I was a cute tween looking right back at me. My mom was beaming.
"Oh, Alan, you are perfect. But we need a girl's name for you now. What
do you like?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Well how about Ali? If you were born a girl, that is what I would have
called you."
"Ali, yea, that sounds good."
"Ok, Ali, we can't sit here all day. We need to clean ok."
"Yes mother," I responded like an obedient young daughter."
"Alan, you will need to wear an apron to keep your jumper clean, and you
will wear rubber gloves to keep your hands and nails protected. Ok."
"And by the way, you can and should act as girly as you like, almost like
a sissy, to overcompensate in quickly becoming a gurl. Remember, we only
have two weeks to change you into a Miss. So, let's start seeing some
wiggle, some over the top girly-ness, cuteness, and sassiness. Ok,
sweetie."
For the next several hours, we cleaned together while singing to loud
music and acting girly foolish.
It was fun to be dressed and act like a girl. I think my mom was having
as much, if not more, than me.
My mom suggested I change outfits after we cleaned.
She said that I probably should change outfits two or three times a day
as that is what girls do.
For dinner, I put on a pair of capri pants and a cute top that left my
naval uncovered.
I freshen up my lip gloss and changed my shoes to 3" chunk heels.
Yes, I was "hot" and sexy.
My mom had me practice how to walk like a young lady: elbows in, arms
out, hands up, chest out, head up, and wiggle.
We laugh a lot. It was fun.
At night my mom and I watch a chic flick, "Legally Blonde."
I was happy.
At night before bed, my mother showed me how to remove my makeup. She
also laid out for me a beautiful light green baby doll nighty with
matching panties.
As she tucked me into bed she asked me about our day together.
"Well, I thought I would only dress for a few minutes each day. I had no
idea I would spend all day dressed and acting like a girl."
"Are you complaining?"
"No, no."
"Good, so just wait to see what we do tomorrow on Sunday!"
That night I laid in my bed and reflected on my day.
Yea, it was a good day. I did enjoy wearing cute girl clothes and acting
girly. It was fun. But boy, my mom is really into this womanless
pageant. I guess I better not let her down. I wonder what tomorrow will
bring.
"Hey, wake up Ali. Us girls have a lot to do today."
My mom pulls back my covers to see my baby doll and notices my tiny
erection in my panties!
"Oh, is someone excited to be in panties, or just thinking about what you
want to wear today, hmmm?"
I hurried to the bathroom.
"And remember honey, toilet seats stay down from now on."
"Mom, what should I wear today?"
"Well, after breakfast we are going to work out so find that cute little
leotard we brought at Goodwill, Ok honey."
I riffled through my lingerie drawer. I found it: black, size medium,
girls.
I stepped into it. Tight to say the least. Well, my little guy will have
no trouble being out of sight in this garment!
Good thing I shaved my legs. I think I look like a tween except for my
bosom. With very little padding, my chest did not look right.
"Mom."
My mother had also put on her leotard. Wow, my mom looked terrific.
"Oh, I see Ali. You do need more support in your chest area."
"You know, we should purchase a pair of realistic, silicon breasts, the
kind post-surgery women use."
"I wonder if they come in an A, or will B be the smallest cup size?"
Hmm.
The workout was hard. Even though we did "girl" exercises; squats,
lunges, stretches, etc., I was exhausted.
After a quick shower, I came into my bedroom to see my outfit for the
day.
A cute, yellow simple sheath dress.
A bralette and cotton panties were my "foundation."
A true "tween" outfit.
With a little makeup, and some nail polish, we were off.
We headed for the big mall across town. My mother wanted me to
experience being a girl in public.
We ate lunch in the food court. I was surprised at how many boys, and
men, look at young girls, like me.
"Ali, beside doing some clothes shopping today, we should have your ears
pierced, and also visit a specialty store to enhance your bosom area. Ok
honey."
"Yes, whatever, Mother."
The ear piercing was not pleasant. It hurt. I was starting to realize
that "girls" go through a lot to be a "girl."
After trying on several tops and skirts, my mom pulls out a beautiful red
sequin dress!
Wow. The dress was stunning.
"Oh, Ali. This is your winning dress. I just know it."
"Please try it on."
I don't recall my mother being so excited. It was like she just found
the glass slipper and could not wait for me to try it on.
"Ok, Ok, Mom. Just relax."
I went into the dressing room by myself as I wanted to come out wearing
the dress and surprised my mom.
The dress was truly beautiful.
I step into the dress and reach back to zip it up as high as I could.
I shifted and moved the dress around a little and then stepped out to
show my mom.
"Tad-a."
"Oh, honey. It looks beautiful on you. Let me look more."
"Yes, you need breasts, and your buttocks could be bigger. No problems.
We can do both."
We ended up buying the dress, a few new outfit items, a padded panty, and
a new bra.
Our next stop was the "specialty" store.
The saleswoman seemed to know just what we were looking for after she
glanced at mom, and then at me.
"So, your son is going through some changes?"
"Changes? No, he is going to participate in the spring womanless pageant,
and he needs a little additional padding."
"Oh, I see. We can help him with that. I would think a B cup would be
good start as an A never projects enough to satisfy the wearer."
"What do you mean, start?"
"Oh, they all start with A's or B's, and eventually move to C's, before
they grow their own."
"Grow their own! No, not my son!"
"Ok, if you say so, but I have been here 5 years and I can count the
number of boys, or sissies, who stop going onto having real breasts on
one finger."
(sissies?)
"Well, we will be the second (finger) then."
I put on my new bra and the saleswoman brought me several "breasts" to
try.
We finally selected a beautiful pear shape, silicon breast.
I could not believe the weight of the breasts.
My mom could not believe the price of the two silicon breasts.
And yes, I did ask to wear them home.
Well, gosh, after you have had them, you really don't want to go without
them.
My tight yellow dress that I had worn, was really stretched to the limit
with my new (wonderful) rack!
I kept looking down at My new breasts. Their mine, and I am very happy
to say it.
When my mom looked over at me in the car, I just smiled, and then I saw
her smile to herself.
My mother said that I shouldn't wear my new breasts to bed at night, so I
put there on top of my dresser. And yes, I did glance over to see them
several times during the night.
Well, gosh, you don't want to lose something you love, right.
The next day was Monday, a school day, of course.
My mom thought that I should start being somewhat feminine while at
school, but without drawing much, if any, attention to myself.
Let's see. My legs were shaved, my toenails were polished. My
fingernails had a clear layer of polish. I wore panties and a camisole
under my heavy sweater. And finally, my ears were pierced with tiny
studs, but partially covered by my longer hair.
I thought I was being cool and sneaky with feminine modus operandi until
I arrived at school.
There were several guys who already were in "gurl" mode.
One was dressed to the "nines" and looked really good in her cute school
outfit of a soft sweater top, matching wool skirt, nylons, low heels,
full makeup and a cute hairdo.
Another was a jock who looked ridiculous in his feeble attempt to look
girly.
And then there was another quite boy who did not have on any girl
clothes, but wore light make up with nails polished and ears pierced.
Hmmm, competitors, I thought to myself. I better share this with my
mother. Games afoot, I guess.
No one noticed or said anything to me about my appearance. They either
didn't notice or care, I guess.
Well, I better anti up the fem level tomorrow.
My mom and I discussed the fem dress situation at school today during
dinner. We thought we had two options: one, ease into being girlie by
adding a little more each day, or two, going "big" and announcing that
I'm in the competition to win!
We decided on Big.
So, on Tuesday, I wore a soft pink sweater with my new breasts, a black
wool schoolgirl's skirt, and cute white sox with Mary Jane black shoes.
Simple, sexy, classy, appropriate, yes.
My hair was brushed in a pageboy style. I wore a little makeup and
larger hoop earrings. With just a puff of Charlie perfume, I "became" a
girl.
On the school bus, everyone realized what I was wearing and doing. My
presence dominated the bus conversation all the way to school.
At school, kids did take notice of my new attire.
I tried to act like a "normal" girl, without too much sassiness.
I walked like a girl the best I could. I even carried my books like a
girl.
During the 3rd hour of school, I received a note to go to the assistant
principal's office!
What did I do to be called to the PA's office?
"Young man, or should I say young lady, I assume you are going to compete
in the spring womanless pageant."
"Yes, I plan to."
"Well then, if you are going to dress in the opposite sex clothes, you
will need to use the unisex restroom in the teachers" lounge."
"Do you have any problem with that?"
"No, no that's fine."
"I don't know what's the school is going to do with this pageant, it is
two weeks away and kids are already dressing. Each year the dressing is
starting early and early. At this rate, kids will be dressing all year in
school, for just a one day event. Anyway, stand up and let me look at
you. Com'on now, you do know that I am one of the judges. I just want to
see how you look (what you got)."
I felt like a piece of meat.
I also thought I better play along as I did want to win the competition
for my mom.
So, I stood up with my hands at my side.
"Now, turn around, slowly. Not bad, not bad at all. Your breasts. They
look nice. Are they silicon?"
"Yes."
"Good choice, because if you want to win, you will need silicon or the
"real" thing(s), if you know what I mean."
"Since you will now be using the lounge restroom, we'll likely see each
other every day."
"And if you want my evaluation on anything you wear, just stop by my
office. Ok, sweetie."
"And what is your girl's name?"
"Ali."
"Oh, cute name. I like that."
"Anyway, that's all I have. Ali, you are dismissed, and you can return to
your classroom."
"I hope to see more of you."
I left there red in the face, feeling intimidated and feeling abused,
with his comments regarding my "breasts."
Gee, is this what real, or wannabe girls, experience?
I was doing ok until some of the guys in school started to make comments
about my breasts.
"Hey, are they real." "Can I see them." "How about a feel?"
More abuse.
Gee, if men and boys are so obsessed with tits, maybe they all should
have their own!
The balance of the day had no more drama.
I guess it is a good day when girls don't have to deal with "drama."
The next day for school I wore a white tee shirt under a red jumper with
white sox and my MJ black shoes.
Very schoolgirl, very plain, with really no comments all day.
I look like just another, non-exciting 7th grade tween.
Is this what I wanted? Is this type of girl "style" that's going to help
me win the pageant?
My mom and I need to talk.
That night at dinner, I suggested I try the other end of the spectrum for
girls trying to draw attention and "fame."
One of the problems was that more boys were coming to school dressed as
girls and several of them looked good, and hot!
"Hot" was it, yes hot, if I was going to let the kids and staff know who
"I" was, and what I got, I had to advertise.
So, the next morning on Thursday, I decide to spike my hair and wear
something more daring.
How about an off shoulder, periwinkle Brami? I couldn't wear a bra with
this top, as one of the bra straps would show, so I used the special
adhesive to glue my "girls" onto my chest.
I love having my "girls" on me with no bra. It's like I have real tits!
I kept looking at myself in the mirror until my mom told me to stop and
finish dressing.
I put on the top, slide up a red thong, (yes, I wanted to feel sexy
today), and finished with a short denim skirt, and 3" cork heel sandals.
"Oh, bring on the other gurls." I was ready.
My mom did my eyes, making them standout more with longer eye lashes and
more color.
I looked in the mirror. If I don't cause a scandal, the kids at my
school are dead.
My mom gave me a different purse to carry that day. Not very big, but a
shiny, silver hard case.
Shall we say, noticeable!
The outfit worked. I was the cause of the buzz on the bus and at school.
I thought I would receive more comments from boys, but no, the other
girls wanted to know where I brought my periwinkle Brami top, how I
spiked my hair, and what color combinations did I use on my eyes.
The boys stared; the girls talked.
Several of the girls walked with me between classes and for the first
time that week, I sat at the girls table for lunch. I had been eating
alone at the "loser's table."
I guess I'm now one of the "girls."
During class I decided to freshen up my lip gloss, so I opened my silver
purse.
It snapped open only to have a tampon (mom's) jump out, and onto the
floor!
Yikes!
Several of the girls were shocked, some just smiled.
I quickly retrieved my little fem item.
Embarrassing to say the least.
I need to speak with my mother or start packing my own purse.
I received another note from the AP's office.
He wanted to see me today. I think he noticed me early this morning
walking in the hallway.
Now what?
I really didn't want to go to his office dressed like I was.
I was "hot," but not for him.
When I reached his office, he had a chair next to his desk, not in front
of it.
If I sat in the chair, I would be closer to him and he could see more of
my legs, with my short denim skirt.
In fact, my skirt was way too short. I did not realize how short it was
until I sat down on the bus this morning.
My skirt barely came to mid-thigh and when I opened my legs, one could
see my red thong!
What was I going to do if he asks me to sit in the chair next to his
desk?
"Ali, hi. So good to see you again. Please, please have a seat."
I had no choice. He was a judge in the pageant.
I sat down like a "good" girl.
I tucked my skirt under me as I sat down and kept my knees together.
"Oh, Ali. You look so nice today, if I may say. I take it you enjoy being
ladylike.
May I inquiry is this something just for the pageant, or for something
more permanent ?"
"No, just the pageant," I responded in my soft little tween voice.
"Well, things always can change, for the better that is."
"Anyway, the reason I asked you to stop by was to make sure you had your
own copy of the pageant's rules and regulations."
I shifted my legs putting one thigh on top of the other to be more
comfortable and ladylike.
The AP about came out of his chair when he saw a glimpse of my red thong!
It was all he could do to control himself with my thigh being exposed
even more, and I was only 2 feet away from him.
I turned and pushed my breasts out further and toyed with my top and then
my hair.
His plunging eyes kept going back between my legs and my breasts! He
couldn't decide which one he wanted more!
"Oh, Mr. Olson, thank you so much for helping me. I promise I will read
all the pageant rules and regulations and come back to you if I have any
questions. May I do that, pretty please?"
He was sweating like a spike pig over a hot coal fire.
"Yes, Yes Ali. That would be good."
"Well, thanks again Mr. Olson. I better get back to class."
I wiggle my little ass as I walked slowly out of his office.
Hey, when you have the "right" stuff, you have the right stuff.
Tomorrow was Friday, a more casual day at school. Ok, what should I wear?
I thought about it the rest of the afternoon.
At dinner with my mom, I announced that I would wear my new Gap jeans.
My mom suggested I also wear them with my new "padded" panty.
So, in the morning I put on my padded panty, for the first time, and try
to pull up my jeans over the panty.
"Mom, mom. I need help."
"Ali. Lay down in your bed on your back with your feet in the air. Then
try to pull your jeans up your legs."
It was a struggle, but the technique worked!
I looked in the mirror.
Yes, the front looked good. The jeans were tight on my legs. Nice mound.
Just what I wanted.
Then I turned to see my buttocks.
OMG
Perfect. The padded panty gave me a "bubble" butt!
What every girl needs, or what's.
With a tight fitted top, I guess I was "hot" again. Oh, well.
The jeans turned out to be a real "hit" with the guys.
They walked behind you, looking at your ass. Then when I stop, and they
walk by, they say "hi."
As I approach my schools locker, there was an older boy, waiting. For me?
I noticed him before looking at me in the halls and at lunch.
I wonder what he wants as he smiles at me.
Since it is Friday, the only thing I can think of is a movie and a date!
Yikes!
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