The summer of dresses skirts stockings and high heels Part 1
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My mother had a huge smile on her face. A look of passion and excitement
in her eyes, as she got up from the couch. She walked over to me,
extended her hand to assist me in getting up from the chair. I was
mesmerized by her eye makeup and lipstick. We momentarily locked eyes.
I began to feel chills running up and down my spine. The same chills
that I felt for Christine in my French class. I ashamedly looked away.
But that was not done quickly enough. My mother immediately understood
my reaction. She reached her hand, with her lovely polished fingernails
under my chin. My mother slowly turned my head until our eyes made
contact again. I could not help myself as I gasped out loud. My mother
laughed and her smile changed. It was a smile of satisfaction. My
mother had just sexually seduced me. I knew it. She knew it.
My mother's lovely voice and words deeply permeated my mind as she
spoke. Her hand now softly and gently stroking my cheek. "You will
please me in any and every way that I require. The feelings you have
just experienced dear are going to get far, far more intense. You will
do everything that I tell you to absolute total perfection."
"Yes, Mom," I shamefully replied.
"From this moment on, you will only address me as Mommy," she insisted.
"Yes, Mommy," I obediently replied as if I had been hypnotized. The
truth was that she had me spellbound by her beauty, clothes, and her
image.
Mommy was now, running her index finger over my lips. Oh god, I wanted
her to kiss me on my lips. "Over the last 2 years, I have done
exhaustive research. Your quickly looking away was an attempt to hide
and resist. Your 1st lesson today is Mommy has total complete control
over you. There will be no escape. You will try again but you will
fail and be disciplined. Trust me, Mommy is looking forward to
disciplining you as much as I am looking forward to turning you into a
girl."
I began to feel myself tremble. There was no way to hide that since
mommy was touching my lips. She sensually and seductively whispered into
my ear. "Fear? Anticipation? Lust? I am sure it is all of the above.
You are ready. Come with me, dear."
Mommy took me by the hand. I was led upstairs to the spare bedroom. As
a spare room, it had no mirrors. Mommy sat on the bed. Next to where
she was sitting was a large box. She told me to go to the top drawer of
the dresser. I was ordered to bring to her what I found in that drawer.
I obediently followed her instructions. Inside was a pair of very
feminine sexy panties with a matching bra. I reached out with my
trembling hands and delicately removed them from the drawer. I walked
them over and handed them to Mommy.
She held up the panties and stretched them out in front of my face.
They were shiny red satin. The panties had black lace trim around both
the waistband and each leg band. Attached to the black lace trim were
small red bows. The front of the panties had a large black rose
embroidered on them. They were the most spectacular set of panties that
I had ever personally seen. Mommy removed the tags that were still
attached.
Next, Mommy ordered me to strip naked. I felt excited, embarrassed, and
ashamed. I was so turned on by Mommy downstairs that I had become
erect. But I was even harder now looking at the pretty silk panties. I
finished stripping myself as per her order. Her eyes moved to my naked
crouch but her next move flabbergasted me. She ran her finger up and
down the side of my erect cock and underneath to my balls. I was
frozen, like a deer looking into car headlights. Mommy was feeling me
up. I wanted her to stop. I wanted her to continue. I was so
confused, conflicted, and stunned.
"Nice size. I could put this into a very tiny pink cock chastity cage.
Then keep it under lock and key so that any attempt to become erect both
fails and is painful. Your cock deserves to be caged. Don't you agree
Stephen?" Mommy provocatively questioned. She continued lightly
stroking my cock and balls.
"Yes, Mommy it should be caged," I gasped.
"Yes, it should. But I've decided that a chastity cage, at least at this
point, lets you off way too easily. Care to venture a guess as to why?"
She laughed while withdrawing her hand.
"I have no idea," I confessed.
Mommy ordered me to kneel at her feet.
"You may think you been fully dressed in woman's clothing. Momentarily,
it begins at a whole new level. Mommy is going to give you the full
complete treatment. New sensations over every part of your body.
Associating discomfort and pain with today would be counter-productive.
I want you hard and erect at all times while you are all dressed up.
The flames of passion, desires, and lust burning hotter and hotter.
Your need to dress in feminine attire getting more powerful and stronger
every single moment. Constant, unrelenting sexual passion for being
dressed as a girl. That way, you will need to be dressed again and
again. Do you understand what is in store for you?" Mommy questioned.
"Yes," I breathlessly gasped.
"But there is a 2nd reason not to cage you just yet. From this point
on. You may not masturbate again unless I permit you. If I permit you,
it must be done in my presence. This will now be referred to as "being
milked". We both know where the milk is going, don't we?" Mommy
laughed.
"Oh, god," I moaned. Although she didn't directly say it, I envisioned
that Mommy was going to feed me my cum.
"Then we have the 3rd reason not to cage you. Your obedience to me will
not be dependent on physical restraints. You are to be placed in a
tight psychological and emotional cage. You will crave for my
domination. Our relationship will be erotic, steamy, intense, and
personal. There will be no limitations or rules. You will be taught to
unconditionally obey, worship, and please me. You will obey me because
I control, your will, your thoughts, and your desires. Mommy does not
need a physical cage to do this. Yes, not wearing a cage allows you to
cheat and most likely you will try. But you will be caught by me and
punished. Spankings, paddlings, bondage, and much more. Through pain
and shame, you will learn your place," she laughed.
My breathing was very intense. I was at a loss for words. Mommy
reached down to my chin. She stared deeply into my eyes. A look that
penetrated my mind, body, spirit, and soul. I was overwhelmed by the
eroticism. "Yes, Mommy I beg you to do every single thing you just
mentioned," I pleaded unable to control myself.
"Now, Mommy is going to personally put you into your pretty satin, silk
panties. A symbolic gesture to mark your new life. In your past, you
were my son Stephen, you were in control, you could not stay out of
woman's clothing but you did not have any female attire of your own.
Stand up and step into YOUR pretty panties to begin your new life.,"
Mommy insisted.
I lifted each leg as Mommy pulled MY panties into place. The feeling of
the satin panties being pulled over my ass and erect cock was so intense
that I almost had a spontaneous orgasm.
"You are my daughter, Angelica, under my domination & control, only
allowed to dress as a girl in this house from this moment on. You will
be wearing one of your many dresses or skirts," she proclaimed.
I was stunned. I told her that she said it would just be for one summer.
Then I could quit if I wanted to. Mommy laughed. She corrected me
saying that she only agreed to discuss it after this summer. She ran
her finger gently over my pantied cock. "Since you must dress as a girl
in this house from now on, you know what you will be wearing if you want
to try and have that conversation. This built-in truth meter, that I am
caressing, will let both of us know if you truly want to. The reality
is you are already hooked and addicted before the summer starts. By the
time, I am done with you this summer, you will be on your knees begging
me to keep you this way forever. Now I want you to say out loud what
your new name is and what your relationship is to me," Mommy confidently
instructed.
It now struck me that my summer of dresses, skirts, stockings, and high
heels was just the beginning of Mommy's plans for me. I would never be
able to control myself while dressed up in girl's clothes. There would
be no way to convince her that I didn't want to continue. Despite that
realization, I could not help myself. "My name is now Angelica and I am
your daughter," I said surrendering fully to her.
Mommy had me repeat it out loud 6 more times. When I was done, she
observed that I said the words perfectly. However, she could tell that
it had not fully sunk in yet. She reached for the box that was next to
her. She said the contents would begin to seal my fate. She removed a
flesh-colored item. It was a pair of large silicon breasts attached to
a neck to waist bodysuit. Mommy announced the size as 36C.
I was now petrified. It truly did sink in. This was way beyond anything
that I had ever fantasized about. I subtly tried to talk mommy out of it
but I was immediately admonished. Mommy's tone was now authoritative,
strict, and demanding. There was no way, I was getting out of this. I
silently extended my arms signaling my acknowledgment of my utterly
helpless situation. My eyes focused on the floor, too ashamed to look at
Mommy. Mommy required me to kneel again at her feet. She stood up and
slid the bodysuit over my head and arms into its proper place. Then she
walked to the bed, removed the tags from my bra (oh my god - MY BRA),
and had me stand. Mommy hooked me into my bra. As I got to my feet, the
fullness and weight of my breasts felt so different. I glanced down at
my chest which was encased in my red satin bra. Just like the panties,
the bra had black lace trim. The black trim was under each bra cup and
also on each bra strap. The style of my bra was a deep V Cut. Most of
my fleshy breasts were exposed and on display. I had a perfect woman's
figure from my waist on up.
Mommy went to a desk drawer and removed a camera. I begged and pleaded
with her not to take pictures of me. She was adamant, that we would be
doing hundreds of pictures today. During the summer, it would be
thousands of pictures. These moments to be captured for eternity. She
insisted that I be photographed with a very happy smile posing as a
provocative sexy girl. After several minutes, I began to get the hang
of being photographed. I began to feel waves of eroticism knowing that
these pictures would last forever. For the rest of the afternoon, Mommy
would be taking lots of photographs of me as she completed each step.
Next, Mommy led me over to a seat bench to do my nails. She started with
my toenails which had to dry before she put me into pantyhose. She
applied a coat of shiny plum nail polish to my toenails. While they
were drying, Mommy proceeded to glue pointy tips on each fingernail.
Once the nail glue was dried, she polished my long feminine fingernails
the same color as my toenails.
As my fingernails were drying, Mommy had me stand as she dressed me in
pantyhose. But, not just any pantyhose. These pantyhose felt so
incredible. They were shiny, glossy black pantyhose whose elasticized
nylon tightly gripped each leg. They looked as awesome as they felt.
Mommy explained that the day after I graduated high school, and no
longer had to do gym class, she was going to make me go to a beauty
salon for a full-body Brazillian wax treatment. I would then be required
to keep my body completely shaved from that point forward.
Mommy opened the second drawer of the dresser. She removed a garment
that she described as an underbust steel-boned back lace corset. It was
made of red satin with rows of black lace on both the top and the bottom
matching my bra and panties. Mommy wrapped it around my waist and
stepped behind me. She mercilessly tightened the back laces. She drew
my waist in by 6," and firmly tied me in. I now had very large breasts
with a tiny waist.
Out of the 3rd drawer came a pair of high heels. 4" pink stiletto ankle
strap pumps. The heel was incredibly thin. She slipped them onto my
nylon encased legs. Then, Mommy, had me stroll back and forth. My
heels clicked across the wooden floor. Since I had a lot of experience
wearing Mommy's 2" black patent leather high heels, it only took me a
few minutes to adjust to my new tall heels.
It was back to the bench again. She picked up a device and explained
that she was going to pierce my ears. For the next 6 weeks, I would be
wearing cubic zirconia stud earrings. Afterward, I would be required to
wear long dangling earrings. Once the school year started again,
concealer would be used to mask the small holes in my earlobes. In a
flash, my ears were pierced and studded with the short earrings attached
to each lobe.
Mommy then began to work on my makeup. She started by applying
foundation and powder to my face and cheeks. Once she was satisfied she
proceeded to my eyes. Very long curly false eyelashes were glued onto
both my upper and lower eyelids. My brows were thickened and extended
using an eyebrow pencil. Then came several different shades of
contrasting plum eyeshadow to match my nails. She then proceeded to
apply eyeliner and mascara. Next, she moved to my lips. They were
shaped and outlined with lip-liner. This was followed by several coats
of plumb lipstick and very shiny matching lipgloss. The final step was
the application of matching rouge to my cheeks.
Mommy required me to go to the closet and get the dress that she had
selected for me. It was a pink short chiffon prom gown. I handed her
the dress which she slid over my head. The neck of the dress had a high
collar which would cover the seam of my upper silicon bodysuit. The
arms were ? in length with layers of flowing chiffon. The top was solid
and fully covered the shoulders and back. It was made of stretchy
spandex material except for the bustline. The bustline was a deep V-
CUT. It was revealing, but stylistic. It featured a plunging peek-a-
boo cut that was covered with light chiffon lace. The stretchy spandex
gripped my breasts like a vise. Between the tight spandex material, the
deep V-CUT bra, and the peek-a-boo styling, my large fleshy breasts were
prominently on display. The waist and bottom of my dress featured
several layers of chiffon. Mommy tied a matching sash bow behind my
back. The dress length was very short. It came down to my upper thigh.
My long stocking-covered legs were accented by my pink ankle-strapped
stiletto heels.
Then it was back to the bench, this time keeping my legs crossed in a
ladylike manner. Mommy applied a matching necklace, bracelet, rings,
and ankle chain. It was time for the final item of attire - a wig. But
first Mommy produced a pair of clippers. My current hair was to be cut
into an extreme crewcut. She would allow it to grow back for the
beginning of school. However, this summer my hair would be kept ultra-
short.
Once she completed the cut, she removed the very long flowing blonde wig
from the box. Mommy proceeded to style my hair. She created a huge
hairbow with the hair behind my head. On each side of my face, long
dangling curls accented my beautiful makeup. Finally, a tiara that
matched my earrings, necklace, ring, and bracelets was added.
Mommy led me into her bedroom to her full-length mirror for my
unveiling. It was beyond my wildest imagination and dreams. I was now
a drop-dead stunning gorgeous girl.
"I love how I look. I make a perfect girl."
Yes, I had crossdressed myself for more than 2 ? years. But that was
nothing compared to what Mommy had just done. It was as if I was
dressed as a girl for the very 1st time. Everything felt different. It
was my 1st time with eyelashes, full lipstick, long pointy fingernails,
pierced ears, a wig, realistic breasts, a cinched waist, elastic
gripping pantyhose, and my very tall stiletto high heels. This was so
much more intense than I could ever have imagined especially since it
was all done at once.
Mommy laughed at my exclamation that I loved looking like a perfect
girl. She cautioned me that I was to behave like an elegant young lady
at all times. A model of grace, charm, and manners. She handed me a
lovely pink glitter handbag announcing it was time for us to leave for
our summer trip. She added that being dressed so elegantly in a formal
prom gown guaranteed that I would very much be noticed by every single
person (male and female ) who saw me.
For some reason, it had never occurred to me, that I would be traveling
in a dress. But Mommy was right. No way would anybody suspect or guess
that I was not a real girl. Then Mommy put the fear of God into me.
She reminded me that I chose to have the image of a girl versus a sissy.
That meant completely cooperating or else. She explained that if I
failed to be 100% cooperative, she would remove my wig. With my new
extreme crewcut, there would be no way for anybody to miss that I was a
boy who was dressed as a girl. I gasped and said that was not fair.
She asked me if I had intentions of misbehaving? I said no. She
laughed and said that then I had nothing to worry about. My behavior
would determine my fate. I swallowed hard. Mommy was right. I
apologized like a proper young lady.
Finally, Mommy explained to me that we would be staying in a large
restored Southern plantation for the summer. It belonged to her college
sorority sister Sherri. A very private estate that was well suited for
the summer of skirts, dresses, stockings, and high heels.
Mommy assigned me the task of carefully loading the luggage from the
downstairs closet into the car. The car was in the closed garage. She
reminded me to be careful in my high heels, stockings, and dress.
She began to check her cell phone and messages before driving. Who was
she texting with? I had no idea. After about 15 minutes, the car was
loaded and we were ready to begin our summer trip.
As Jennifer finished locking up the house, she was so pleased with
herself. So was her coach who had texted her that she was spectacular.
Just a few months ago, she could never have envisioned herself doing
what she just did. She thought she would hate it. But instead, SHE
LOVED IT. Turning her son Stephen into her daughter Angelica was the
most exciting erotic and sexually charged activity that she had ever
done. What a turn-on this was for her. This could never have happened
without her coach who had expertly prepared Jennifer.
Who is this magic expert coach?
How did Jennifer find them?
How could she afford such expert advice?
How did they know Jennifer was spectacular in what she just did?
How could she afford a private Southern Plantation for the summer?
Did the coach plan out the entire summer?
It?s time to go back to several months ago, to answer these questions.
To be continued in Part 3...
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