A couple of weeks later, mom was given an assignment in another city. Being summer and there was no one for me to stay with, I'd be going with her.

So travel we did. At our motel, she pointed out to me that there was a mall across the road. Also plenty of eating places within easy walking distance. She gave me a credit card with a note okaying my use of it. Now if she had to work late, and I ran out of cash, I'd be alright.

The next morning while I was in the shower, she hollered my clothes were on the bed, and that she was leaving for work. When I came out I noticed my jeans, shirt and underwear were gone. I noticed the clothes on the bed were not mine. On top was a note. It said these were my clothes this week, unless I agreed to a proper haircut. It contained some jeans, frilly lacy girl's panties, bloused shirt, and pantyhose. Okay, I thought, I can play this game, after all the panties wouldn't show and the jeans just had a small "Chic" label on them. They squeezed and rounded my buns, and were a bit tight even on my small waist. They looked good, and after only a few minutes became quite comfortable. The shirt was silky, but almost a boy style, so nobody would probably pay any attention to me. Sure enough when I went for a burger, I only got a couple of side looks, not so bad. When mom got home, she asked how my day went. I told her not bad at all. Then she asked how my clothes were. I told her the panties were really comfortable, and everything actually fit quite well, .. she got mad.

The next morning was a repeat of the last. As soon as I was in the shower, she left for work. This time however the shirt was replaced with a blouse. It had ruffles on the front and sleeves. Also it was too short to tuck in, so I let it hang out. This didn't hide the tiny, tight waist and wide cut hips of the jeans. So I called for pizza delivery and hid behind the door when he came. Again when mom got back, same questions, same answers. I didn't tell her I called for a delivery and didn't go out. This time she added puzzlement to her madness.

Same routine next morning, except this time the jeans were replaced with a skirt, and my tennis shoes were replaced by some girl's pump dress shoes. This irritated me and I decided it was payback time.

I called a Department store in the mall. I explained what my mom was doing to me and asked the nice girl if she could help me. She giggled and said sure, what did I need? I told her everything! She asked me to call back in about 30 minutes, and ask for Mandy, and that she'd check with her friends in the other departments. So I called Mandy back. She giggled, said everyone agreed it would be fun, but said it would be expensive. I told her no problem, that I had a credit card, that mom was loaded, and I was just helping her shop for me. She giggled and asked when I was coming. I said like right now.

The blouse was really quite cute, it showed a little of my belly. The skirt was three tiered, and made my hips appear larger. Fortunately, there was not much hair on my legs and the pantyhose hid it almost completely. The shoes fit well. I brushed my hair and inspected myself in a mirror. Not too bad I thought.I figured I would look like a kid since I had no chest. I just needed a little make-up, and hm-m-m-m, no place to put my wallet, I will have to get a purse also. I got into mom's make up case and spread a little lipstick on. I reverse brushed my hair to give it a little bit of curl. I took the note, and my remaining cash, and rolled it up and struck out for the mall.

My credit card in hand, I headed out into the early morning air. Across the street, a parking lot, and into the mall we go. Ah, here we are, a department store complete with beauty salon, and ready and willing employees. And here comes a cute one with a smile and a name tag that says Mandy. I asked her if I looked that bad that she picked me out so quickly. She said yes, that my hair was terrible, I had no make-up, but most importantly, no Boobs. She quickly measured my chest, waist and hips, and steered me to the salon. Her friend Nina took over and guided me to a small room. Mandy left saying she'd get started finding some gear to give me a proper female form. Nina told me to strip to my panties, while she got a few things. While waiting I looked around. the room was well equipped, it had a bathroom and shower, and all the beauty salon equipment, and privacy. Nina came in, she giggled when she saw my pink panties with the little tiny ruffles. She waxed me all over and used a little machine on my few face hairs. She arched my eyebrows, and shampooed my hair, cut it a little and put it up in curlers and gel. Then she started working on clipping and painting my toenails a bright red. Another girl came in and started putting on some long fingernails. Nina finished first and put a facial mud treatment on me. After that several more facial scrubbings and treatments came and went. Mandy was coming in and out, hanging up dresses and dropping off loads of boxes and sacks. Mandy had everything organized when Nina finished the beauty treatments. They fitted a brassiere on me that had weighted rubbery boobs complete with nipples. They swayed and jiggled with my every movement. A corset was laced on next and drawn up very tight then backed off a little. The Panty girdle had padding on the sides and back, and garter hooks for the hose. The hosiery had seams up the back. The slip was beautiful and lacy. The dress was very sheer, but they said it was made to go with the slip which showed through in certain lights and the overall effect was stunning. The high heels had open toes and ankle straps and were difficult to walk in at first, but they said to just put the weight on the balls of your feet, and I quickly learned to walk in them. They coached me on walking, sitting down, and keeping my legs together. Also in feminine gestures; how to toss my hair, smooth my skirt, and even what to put in my purse. My coaching continued while they applied my make-up. Eyeliner and eyeshadow, to match my dress, long false eyelashes, mascara for the lower lashes. Rouge and lipstick to match my fingernails. Everything was carefully explained to me so that I would be able to duplicate their efforts at a later time if I wished. Mandy said I look every bit a girl and Nina agreed. Mandy loaded my purse with make-up and essentials. Nina and Mandy were fixing to get off work and wanted to help me shop for more clothes. I said it sounded fun. I told them I loved these clothes, and the sensations I was sure were truly feminine. Everything was soft, silky, comfortable, and well I just felt natural, completely wonderful.

We walked into the main salon and there was much nodding and smiling. It was obvious I was the talk of the salon. We decide we were hungry and grabbed a bite at the store cafeteria. The boy cashier didn't know I was a boy and was making eyes at me much to the amusement of my companions. Later while shopping I occasionally noticed men's eyes were upon me. So this is what its like I thought, I must look pretty good. I wandered in front of full length mirror and for a moment found it difficult to realize it was me. WOW, I thought, I did look really good, sexy even. It was like a beautiful girl standing right in front of me, looking at me. My eyes were all that I felt I recognized, and with the long lashes, eyeliner and eyeshadow, even I felt I couldn't be sure it was really me. I made some faces to check if it was really me. We three girls' spent the rest of the afternoon expanding my wardrobe. Several dresses, shoes, blouses, skirts, a silky sleeping nighty, and several really sexy pair of lacy panties. Everything was very sexy, some things even naughty. I told them it was time for me to get back to the motel room. They gave me a lift back and helped me carry everything into my room. They made me promise to come to the store the next day and tell them how my mother liked the new me. I said count on it!

I hung up my new dresses, blouses, etc. in the second unused closet. I put some make-up and other things in each of my three new purses. I took all my new high heel shoes out of the boxes and arranged them on the closet floor neatly. My new panties, garter belts, hose and pantyhose, nighties, etc. I arraigned nicely in the dresser drawer. I then took all the boxes, sacks, etc. to the dumpster. Walking back to the room, I noticed a shabbily dressed guy watching me. This scared me, and my high heels clicked much faster on the payment. I rushed in, and slammed and locked the door. As i was getting my breath, I looked at myself in the mirror. I made a mental note that pretty girls in mini skirts and sheer blouses shouldn't be out after dark alone. The last thing I need is to be raped by some horny drunk! He might be drunk enough to not realize I am a boy, ...... or even worse realize I am and then he might hurt me. I freshened my make- up, made myself a cola, and though about how I was going to break it to mom. I got scared about all the money I had spent so I changed back into the tiered skirt and blouse she had left me. I also removed my bra, make up and fingernails. My hair had some feminine curls in it, but I decided to tell mom I washed it with some new stuff and it just came out this way. Then I moved the stuff from the dresser to the closet. She wouldn't look in what she thought was an empty closet.

I heard mom drive up. When she came through the door, I was standing right in front of her. I smiled as she inspected my hair. "Well, how did you like your clothes today?" mom asked. "Did you go out and eat in your sweet little outfit?" I said, "I had it brought to me." Then she said, "Your hair, it seems different, did you do something different to it?" "Ya mom, I thought I would try some of your curlers and stuff on it to see how it looked!" She then puffed up a bit and said, "well ya little smart ass, if ya want to go out to eat with me tonight, ya'll have to wear your girly clothes." She went into the bathroom to freshen up. A few minutes later, she came out and noticed some papers by her purse. She sighed, and said she would have to go find a fax machine while I got ready. She laughed as she glanced at my boy in girl's clothes look, and told me she be back in about fifteen minutes. I realized she figured I would just stay in the motel and beg her to get a doggie bag.

I stripped, squirted on a bunch of perfume, picked up my bra, hooked it on backwards. pulled it around, slipped in my arms, and loaded in the DD waterballoons. Next came the padded hips and derrire girdle. Then I fastened the hooks on my corslet, and laced it as tightly, and as far as I could. My pantyhose, thankfully, went on quickly and smoothly. I wiggled into my slip as I tried to decide which dress I would wear. Since this was the inaugeral event for momma I decided to wear a formal party outfit. It was blue, had sheer sleeves, lace and ruffles at the neck, wrists and hemline. It was pretty tight, and accented my boobs, tiny waist and made my hips appear fuller. Just above the knees, it flaired out in cascades of ruffles, with a sexy walking slit in back. I realized I had better hurry, ten minutes were almost up. The I thought, "NO, a girl should not rush!" I sat my purse on the dresser by the door, and gathered up the rest of my ensemble. I carried everthing else into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I slipped my bright red toenails into the opentoe high heels, and fastened the ankle straps. I brushed my bangs back up and sat to my makeup. I decided all my makeup would be a little heavier since it was going to be a night outing. First a base and powder. I outlined my eyes and applied shadow, and long false eyelashes. A little heavy on the rouge, and a bright red lipstick to match my fingernails. I was lovingly appling my polish when I heard mom walk through the door. She came to the bathroom door, knocked, and called my name. I answered and she asked if someone else were here or had come by. I said, "no, why?" "Well," she said, "because there is a purse out here and I smell perfume that isn't mine." " No one but me mom, I'll explain the purse and perfume in a moment." I said. Then she asked if I were going with her, and she sounded puzzled. "I'll be ready to go in a minute."I replied. Then even more puzzled sounding, she said, "But your skirt, blouse, and pumps are out here?" "Patience Momma, you know how long it takes you to get ready,"I said.

I brushed, fluffed, and teased my hair and bangs out, just like Nina had showed me. I fastened a cute watch to my wrist, the clipped on some pearl earrings and necklace. Re-checked my make up, unlocked the door, and struted out to show moma my stuff.

Everything was perfect, I felt beautiful. Her eyes were as big as golf balls. She dropped her purse and her jaw fell open. I said," Well......how do I look!" She said," How, ... what did..., where did you get.....those clothes,...the make-up, long fingernails, eyelashes..well, everything. Your body is so feminine, ... perfect breasts, wide hips, your tiny waist, how did you do all this???" I told her to sit down, that I had made her a drink and would tell her everything. So I did, and she seemed to enjoy the story, parts of which she insisted I tell her twice. I showed her the rest of my wardrobe and she made several comments, but added that tomorrow, being Saturday, that we would need to go shopping for a few more things. But right now she was hungry. I was already dressed, so she went to change, into something a little tighter, shorter, and sexier, you know a little closer to my outfit.

We drove to a nice restaurant. It was fun, acting ladylike and as feminine as I could. Mom would occasionally whisper a tip to me and smile. The meal was excellent, and mom ordered some after dinner cocktails. Mom asked me if I would like to be her daughter or her friend. I asked what was the difference. She said if I wanted to be her daughter I'd have to wear much less sexy clothes. But if I wanted to be her friend, that I would need a little different make-up to appear older. And that she, herself, would have to get some clothes that were more sexy, or at least more feminine, like ruffles, lace, and such. I replied both options sounded interesting, and were worth exploring. Mom smiled and seemed to relax with me for the first time since I could remember. I was no longer her son with the long hair, an embarrassment to her in public. I was now a daughter, and a friend. She talked to me differently, treated me differently. She told me I was amazingly pretty, and looked quite natural. We actually had fun together. I really feel different when I am dressed as a woman. It feels good, it feels wonderful, natural.

Back home, it was like spring after a long cold winter. Everything was wonderful. I dress as a girl every chance I can. I've got a girlfriend that loves my dual personality. She say's I'm the most sensitive, feminine girlfriend she has, but also well equipped to satisfy her needs should her needs' arise. Both her mom and dad like me. Of coarse they don't know their daughter's girlfriend, is actually a boy. Or that she is getting a regular pounding of my 9 and 1\2" love muscle. They have told me they were concerned with a prior girlfriend she had before me that they felt was into gangs' and drugs. That they were real happy she had met me and that I seemed a good influence on her. She stopped cussing and acting mad, she became as they put it, their sweet daughter again. This made me feel good. I did feel bad about deceiving them, however. A few weeks later, her mom came home unexpectedly and overheard us talking. Fortunately she liked me so much that she merely told us not to let her daddy find out, and that perhaps sometime I would like to meet them as my alter ego. She is so sweet, but I am afraid I would seem too much of a sissy if I came before her as a boy. And so we decided to leave it as it is, besides it is so much fun being a girl! I have not worn any boy clothes in a couple of months now. We go places and do everything as two girlfriends.

Her mom talked me into cutting my hair short. It just barely comes to my shoulder now. And amazingly, I rediscovered why I had let it grow long in the first place. It was because when it is short, the natural curliness comes out. It looks like I spend every morning in the beauty shop. Women are constantly telling me how envious they are of my beautiful curls. Ever time the subject comes up, Mom and I break out laughing, the irony of it all is really wild.

I feel so feminine and happy! My life is like a dream come true! I hope it lasts forever. Happy,
Sabrina



Sign My GuestBook? View My GuestBook

Please email me at: femflirt2@hotmail.com
-->