All For The Love of Becoming a Girl

by Robyn Smith

 

I should have known better but, not having experienced nail polish before, I had no reason to even consider it, until now. Not having anything in my room to work with to remove it, I decided to just, go to sleep and, worry about my nails in the morning. I knew that I could get up early and sneak my, freshly polished, sexy pink fingernails to the garage without getting caught, and there I could dig out some acetone to work with.

During my shower, I remembered reading somewhere that nail polish remover is nothing more than scented acetone and I had some of that, that I use as a cleaning solvent. Morning would have to do. If I tried going out and finding the acetone that late at night, it would raise too many suspicions and bring out too many questions that I didn't think I was quite ready to deal with, yet. I drifted off to sleep, enjoying the mild scent of the lilac bath oil Daphne had added to my bath water, and which hadn't washed completely off during my quick shower. I was also dreaming of the daughter, that Daphne would soon give birth to, if things worked like we had planned. We could keep our daughter dressed in frills and lace forever.

The next morning, I overslept and woke up when Mom came in to tell me that breakfast was ready. As she was talking, she spotted the pink nail polish on my fingers. After what seemed to me like an eternity, she demanded an explanation for the polish. She seemed to be satisfied when I told her that Daphne had been playing around, at the drive-in, and wanted to see what this particular color would look like on. I tried that excuse, even though it didn't explain why I had it on both hands instead of just one, and just how and why we did all of this - in the dark.

Mom didn't push the "how" issue any further, so I gladly dropped it too. I was given a short lecture about boys not doing things like this, and about how important it was to a boy's reputation to remain proper at all times. Then, that, even if a boy does end up falling prey to something like this, as a joke, their need to take it off as soon as possible. The subject was then dropped, rather abruptly.

Mom finally left the room, leaving me sitting on the edge of my bed, feeling like a total jerk about having just lied to her. I was embarrassed about getting caught, but mostly upset about not confiding in Mom, and being up front earlier and letting her know what I wanted, how I felt and how important this was to me. But, Mom still didn't have a clue. I thought, "Maybe I'm better off this way".

I began getting dressed, unfortunately in my boy clothes. I noticed that, when I put on a pair of my jockeys, like I wore almost every day, they weren't really too comfortable any more. There was so much material between my legs that they felt like a big lump of something down there. I switched to a pair of boxers that I sometimes wore, but found they too were not very comfortable, no support.

Just for the heck of it, I put back on Daphne's panties that I had worn the night before, and they felt great, so perfect. I had just finished dressing and was about to leave my room, to go to the kitchen for breakfast, when Mom came back in and began putting some of my clean clothes into the closet.

All of a sudden, Mom pulled out the dress. The rest of Daphne's underwear, I had buried in my dresser and she hadn't found that. She looked at the dress for a couple of minutes, examining it from all angles, then turned and saw Daphne's shoes sticking out from under my bed. At that moment, Mom turned and saw me standing there, blushing like a ripe tomato, and my fingernails still sporting their sexy pink hue.

Mom tried desperately to hide the smirk on her face. I could see the wheels turning rapidly in her mind, before she finally spoke. Her only comment was, "It's a very pretty dress, isn't it young lady? I'll bet it looks even prettier on you." With that said, she laid my new dress across the foot of my bed, then left the room again, without saying another word. Even though she wasn't really saying very much verbally, the look on her face told me that she was getting more of a kick out of the idea than she was pissed. But I also knew that Mom was the type who would share almost anything she found even the least bit funny with Dad.

Knowing that my life now hung in the balance, I spent the rest of the morning trying to keep busy and avoid both Mom and Dad, I even skipped breakfast. I suddenly found that I wasn't really too hungry after all. I was scared half to death and only managed to calm myself a little, as I spent a good part of that time literally scraping the polish off of my nails. By now, I had forgotten all about the acetone. Wouldn't have done too much good anyway, I had already been caught, and I was sure she had told Dad. Although, since Dad hadn't said too much of anything to me all morning, maybe she hadn't had the opportunity to talk to him yet, maybe I would get lucky, maybe not.

That afternoon, as we were sitting down to lunch, the phone rang and Dad got called in to work. Dad worked for the Power Company, as one of the supervisors in the plant safety department. One of the guys at work had been scheduled to go to Texas for two weeks to present a safety seminar, and had just been hurt in a home accident the night before, and was unable to go. That meant that Dad would have to cover for him. Dad and I had planned on doing some things together the next week, during his vacation, but those plans were now canceled. So much for making plans. With the seminars running Monday through Saturday, he wouldn't even be able to come home for the weekend.

As I thought about it, maybe this wasn't all that bad either. The conversation at the dinner table had gone well enough to indicate that, maybe Mom hadn't told Dad about either the dress, or the nail polish after all. If he was going to be in Texas for a couple of weeks, maybe Mom would just let it drop, or forget about it, and not tell him at all.

Things were definitely beginning to look up at that point. We finished eating and Dad got some papers and a coffee thermos together, then went off to work, advising us that he had some loose ends to tie up and some travel arrangements to make. He said that he should be back in three or four hours. He walked out the door as Mom asked me to give her a hand with the dishes.

While we were doing dishes and cleaning the kitchen, Mom asked to see my hands, where I had taken off the nail polish. As I was standing there, wearing an old, worn out, saggy T-shirt that was comfortable, but a mile too big, putting away a dish on a top shelf, Mom noticed, through one of the sagging sleeve holes, that both my chest and armpits had been shaved. Her whole attitude instantly became more somber, as she commented on this observation.

As I stood there, blushing and waiting for her next comment, I began wondering just how to break the news to her that I wanted so much to become a girl, and that I had gone as far as I could in becoming one last night. I stood there waiting and thinking, for what felt to be nearly an hour, before Mom spoke again. I was asked to pull up my pants leg, and Mom was able to see that they too had been shaved. She was quiet for a couple of more minutes, while she formulated her next few words carefully in her mind.

As she thought about the situation, she began to carefully look me over from head to toe, it suddenly dawned on me that, since I was not wearing a belt, she could probably see the top of my panties too. As I began to reach back and pull down my T-shirt, She calmly asked, "Are you, by chance, still wearing the panties that you wore last night?" I told her "Yes", then she became silent once again.

Following this brief period of silence, she told me that she had suspected for some time that I had really wanted to wear girl's clothes when I was younger. She had suspected on a few occasions that someone had gotten into her things, and that she was sure it was me and not my brother. She went on to say that she also thought that I had probably, pretty much, outgrown those desires, until now.

Her whole demeanor was changing, it seemed to be a cross between being happy, but at the same time a little sad. Never once did she become condescending or cross. Instead, she seemed to try being supportive and informative.

From her tone of voice, I was having a hard time telling if she was being positive or negative about what had happened. She didn't seem to be either angry or overly happy about it. Instead, she seemed to be making sure to talk in pretty much a "matter-of-fact" manner, as if trying to solve a very serious puzzle. In spite of the obvious tension in the room, I was beginning to enjoy this openness that was quickly developing between us.

At that moment in time, I was feeling closer to Mom than I had ever felt in my life. As our conversation evolved into what I would describe as "girl talk", we both began telling each other things that are not normally discussed between Mother and Son, but ARE often talked about between Mother and Daughter.

As our conversation progressed, Mom admitted that her and Dad had wanted another child for years, a daughter. That explained why I had ended up with the middle name of "Bernice" on my birth certificate, even though I had been told all my life that, I had been named after one of Dad's Army buddies. It was a "Best Friend" sort of thing. She went on to add that, when I was born, she had received so much physical damage to her reproductive system, that they never had the opportunity to try again for that daughter. She added that this was one of the reasons she developed such a close relationship with the girls my brother and I dated.

The conversation was finally closed, and the dishes were done. Mom asked me if I would drop her off at the mall on my way to see Daphne. Mom said that she would call me at Daphne's house when she was ready to go home, in approximately an hour or so. She even said I could bring Daphne home with me, if I wanted. I made a quick call to Daphne and made the arrangements to pick her up, then took Mom to the mall, as requested.

We reopened our discussion during the drive to the mall. Mom was obviously trying to find out for sure how deeply I was getting involved in this dressing up routine, or if it was merely a flash in the pan type of experimenting, like I had done when I was a kid.

As we talked, I began to feel sorry, and strangely responsible, about Mom's inability to have more children and I began apologizing the best I could. I even began to cry a bit as I drove. Mom kept telling me not to worry about it, adding that things like that normally happen for a reason, even though we can't always tell what that reason is. It made me feel a lot better, knowing that she wasn't angry with me because of it.

When we finally arrived at the mall, I noticed a slight gleam in Mom's eye that I hadn't seen in years. I knew then that everything would work out OK. As she stepped from the car, Mom commented that, since I seemed to like them so well, she would pick me up a few pair of girl's panties while she shopped. After Mom got out of the car, all I could do was sit there for a couple of minutes, thinking about everything that had happened, as Mom disappeared through the doorway of one of the department stores. A couple of minutes later, I headed to Daphne's.

Daphne was already outside waiting for me when I arrived, so she jumped in the car and we went directly back to the mall to try and find Mom, instead of waiting for her call. During the trip back to the Mall, Daphne asked me how things went last night when I got home, all I said was, "Fine, no problem, Mom and Dad were both in bed". We must have spend most of our one hour time allotment walking and talking, before we finally located Mom coming out of one of her favorite boutiques. She was really happy to see us, because she was loaded down pretty heavy with packages. We helped carry her things to the car then drove back home.

The three of us spent a very pleasant afternoon together, playing cards and talking about almost everything under the sun. It was a very pleasant afternoon. Even though it was just us girls playing games and talking, not one word was mentioned about the dress, the shoes, or the nail polish.

On the trip back to Daphne's, to take her home, it finally dawned on her that we hadn't taken the nail polish off the night before and she finally asked how I got around that. I admitted that mom had spotted it this morning and that I had scraped it off. I told her about telling mom that the reason I had it on to begin with, was that we had been playing around at the drive-in and were checking out different colors. I had ended up leaving to take Daphne home again, just as Dad was coming back from the office. He met us at the car and let me know that I would need to get up early, to take him to the airport, the next morning.

The following morning, Sunday, I got up and started to get dressed. I opened my dresser drawer only to find, not only my new panties, but also a new training bra, a new girdle, and a few new pairs of pantyhose. All of my jockeys and my boxers were gone, they had been replaced with nothing but girl's underwear. All that was left of my boy's underwear were a few T-shirts. Even my socks were gone, having been replaced with pantyhose and tights. As I stood there, looking at the drawer, I saw a note.

The note was from Mom, in it she said that I was to wear these new underthings, under my shirt and jeans, and that she would talk with me more about it, after Dad had been dropped off at the airport. When I looked closer at one of the pair of tights, I found that they looked almost like a light pair of socks under my jeans. I anxiously looked in my closet, eagerly hoping to find a couple of skirts or another dress, or even a pant suit - but, outside of Daphne's dress, I found nothing that hadn't already been there.

During the hour long drive home from the airport, Mom cautiously reopened the conversation of the day before, by asking if I thought I had enough things now, to complete the outfit she had found in my closet. It only took a couple of seconds for me to make the decision to tell her the truth.

When I said "Yes", and admitted that I already had a complete outfit, underwear and all, she nervously asked me if I was in the mood to model the outfit for her, the complete outfit. I couldn't very well lie my way out of this one, so I agreed to do it. I had been caught red handed, as much as if she had actually seen me wearing all of this stuff to begin with. I also wanted to do it again, very much, both for Mom and for myself. With something of an elfish grin, Mom said that she had found the rest of Daphne's underwear in my drawers when she put my things away, and that she already had them in the wash.

Once we got back home, I ran to the bathroom and quickly shaved my face, just to make sure I didn't have any trace of a beard. Then I went back to my room and did my best to put my new clothes back on the way Daphne had dressed me the night before. I even went to the extra effort of taking the time to ensure that I was, once again, tucked properly under the panties and girdle

Instead of wearing the same things I had already worn to the airport, I pulled out some clean panties and the other pair of pantyhose. The biggest problem I had was with the full-length back zipper, which I had to ask Mom to help with. For the life of me, I couldn't remember how I got the thing unzipped the last time. Mom jokingly refused to help, explaining that "If you really want to be a girl, then like the rest of us, you'll have to learn to do that for yourself".

I went back to my bedroom until I had solved the problem, I solved my dilemma when I looped a piece of string through the eye in the zipper pull, pulled the string up over my shoulder and used the string as a handle. Now, full of a sense of accomplishment, I returned to the living room.

Mom did however, have another surprise in store for me when I came back out to the living room. As I walked back into the living room, I saw that Mom had brought out her own make up kit and nail polish. We then moved to the kitchen, where she had me sit down with her at the table.

We began talking as she buffed out the scratch marks I had made when I removed the pink polish, then she redid my nails and applied fresh makeup, making me look, once again, as pretty as I had on Friday night. While applying the makeup and polish, she began asking about Friday night's date, where we had gone, what we had done and even how complete the outfit was - this time. She asked how this idea of wearing a dress had come about, and wanted to know just how much of it was my idea.

I told her about Daphne needing to get cleaned up after work, about Daphne's parents being out of town, and reluctantly, about me watching Daphne change, and about me making the initial joke that grew into me changing as well. I even told her that Daphne and I wanted very much to become "Sisters".

I continued on, telling her about the grocery store and drive-in movie. I even broke down and confirmed the fact that I loved wearing my new panties and the all-in-one girdle.

I thought I saw a slight beginning of a smile as I mentioned our Friday night shopping trip at the grocery. When she commented on how well I filled out the bra, I also mentioned the cloth covered, foam rubber falsies Daphne had placed inside my bra on our Friday night adventure. She told me that she was satisfied with the image the girdle added also, mainly because my stomach looked a bit tighter than usual.

One more big surprise from her, was when she told me that the make up kit she was using was mine too, if I wanted it. She had even picked me up a small case to carry all of my new cosmetics and everything in. And yes, I wanted it - very much.

I found the new girdle Mom had picked up for me was doing a much better job than the one I got from Daphne. I had a little trouble with some unrealistic bulges though, and had to depend on the snugness of the dress to take care of that problem. Then I remembered what Daphne had done and went about repeating my 'Tuck'. This girdle though had managed to give me smoother and even more realistic lines than I ever thought possible. I had to chuckle when I asked Mom what the strings on the girdle were for.

I was, however, a bit more embarrassed, when Mom asked me to step out of the dress, and slip, long enough for her to help me get those strings adjusted properly. She explained that they were there to allow a woman to tailor the fit and support to their own special needs. I finally stood up and returned to my bedroom, where I took off the dress and the slip. Mom came in and helped with the adjustments.

She carefully pulled and tugged on each of the strings until she was satisfied with my new figure, then eventually tied the ends of the strings together, and tucked them down inside the laces themselves. She had pulled and tugged those strings until I could hardly breath, but as the day wore on, I became used to this new environment, as I basked in this New World, called femininity.

As we worked with the girdle, Mom was visibly amazed at how my girlish contours began to emerge, as she saw how well my new panties and girdle fit. She said that she still couldn't believe I was a boy when she saw me like that, and quickly added that she was also having a hard time believing that she was actually seeing me, for the first time, as her daughter - instead of as her son. As she said that, I noticed that she was looking down at my crotch. The contours of my body, down below, were literally perfect. It actually looked, as if there wasn't anything down there that didn't belong.

I was mildly surprised that she didn't touch me, just to make sure it was real or if this was her imagination. I wouldn't have really blamed her if she had, besides, she had changed enough of my diapers when I was a baby that, at that time and under these circumstances, it didn't really seem too be all that inappropriate. After all, I was now a girl in the process of being born, even though I was just a tad bit bigger than most newborns, already out of diapers, and going through puberty.

As she was working with the lacing, Mom commented on the panties I was wearing on both Friday night and Saturday. She mentioned that the idea of me wearing panties was only natural. She said that she figured that since Daphne and I had gone this far on Friday, she couldn't imagine us leaving out that one critical piece of clothing.

Once she had finished shaping my girlish figure to near perfection, I eagerly got back into the slip and dress, then returned to the kitchen. I remember laughing at how much easier the zipper had gone up this time around. I also fondly remember the smile on Mom's face when I got around to telling her how I had solved the zipper problem. She said that there were actual zipper pulls on the market made out of chain, just for that purpose.

We began discussing the Friday night date a bit more in detail, and I got Mom laughing when I told her about Daphne's parents begin home after the movie, and how it had scared the heck out of me when I actually saw that they were home. I, very conveniently, left out the parts about the restroom incidents at the drive-in, and about Daphne's bathtub and bubble bath.

I also intentionally neglected to tell Mom that Daphne and I were purposely trying to make her a Grandmother. I chose to let her assume, if she wanted, that I had changed into the panties and girdle, in private, last Friday, much like I had done today. I also left out all of the sexual encounters Daphne and I had experienced. Even though we were both in a confession mood, I still didn't want to confess too much, too soon.

When I mentioned the grocery store a second time, Mom smiled and asked how things went and whether or not anyone had caught us. I assured her that no one had suspected a thing. She then asked, point blank, about how I liked wearing a young lady's clothes. As she began working with my hair, I told her that I really loved the feeling. I took the time to make sure my comments were well thought out and carefully worded.

I confided in Mom, that I really did wish I had been born the daughter that she and Dad wanted, and even began apologizing for being a boy. I started crying once again as I made that confession and apology. As I regained my composure I let her know just how much I loved things turning out this way. I also commented on how much I loved the chance to dress up for her, except for the shoes, which were still a bit snug, and that after a while had begun pinching my feet.

I went on to comment that outside of the shoes, I wished I could dress like this for her every single day, for the rest of my life. Mom just smiled for a minute or so, making some last minute repairs and adjustments to my makeup and hair, as she thought about my last statement. Eventually Mom took me by the shoulders and stood me up in front of her, looked me straight in the eye, then smiled and said, "Good, since you feel that way, grab your purse young lady, and let's go shopping." I quickly explained that my purse was out in my car.

I can't even begin to explain how good, and natural, it felt to actually hear Mom call me "Young Lady" for the second time since this whole thing started, and she sounded like she really meant it. That title was something I had wanted to hear so badly, all my life, but didn't know how to make it come to pass.

I had always dreamed of what it would be like to actually be treated like a much-loved daughter, now it looked as if I was going to find out for real. I was hoping that this new found dimension in my life would never have to end, but deep in my heart, I knew it would. In the mean time, I intended to live it to the fullest possible level.

Almost immediately, my mind was flooded with a whole myriad of feelings. I was still a little embarrassed about Mom seeing me like this, I was scared shitless about going out shopping in broad daylight like this, especially with Mom. I was extremely turned on even though the combination of the girdle and the dress helped to hide my condition, I was thrilled that Mom was so understanding and supportive - all these feelings at the same time. I was also anxious to go out and show the whole world just how pretty and feminine I really was. I needed to show off the real me. I needed to become a real daughter for Mom and Dad, as well Daphne's sister.

As I was walking towards the door, Mom stopped me and calmly suggested I call Daphne and invite her to go along with us. After all, Daphne had been instrumental in bringing all of this to the surface. Knowing that Mom was not the type to offer an invitation like this in order to set up an abusive encounter, and considering our Saturday afternoon visit, along with everything that had been said over the last hour or so, I excitedly made the call and issued the invitation. Besides, Mom loved Daphne too, and often commented that I should consider marrying her sometime and raise a family. I knew down deep in my heart, that Mom would never intentionally do anything that would jeopardize that possibility. Daphne and Mom had always been extremely close, ever since Daphne and I had started dating.

The two of them were more like Mother and Daughter than they were Mother and Potential Daughter-in-Law. I intentionally neglected to tell Daphne how I was going, or even that Mom would be going with us. I simply asked her to go shopping with me, so that we could talk about last Friday night and everything that happened. With that done, Mom loaned me a pair of her clip on earrings and a necklace, and we were out the door.

The shocked look on Daphne's face, when I boldly rang her doorbell, and she saw that I was once again wearing her dress and heels, was a sight I'll remember for the rest of my life. As soon as she had picked her lower jaw up from the sidewalk, we began walking slowly toward the car. I even managed to walk with a confident little sway to my hips as I clasped my hands behind my waist, accenting my bust line, as I had seen so many other girls do.

As we walked, Daphne mentioned that Terri had a nice long talk with her on Saturday night and asked, if she could join Daphne and her new 'girlfriend' the next time they went out. Daphne had discussed the whole situation, secretly, with Terri. Apparently, Terri had been very impressed with the way I looked. She was also very emotionally touched, with our attempts at becoming more like real sisters. She had told Daphne she was looking forward to seeing me again, and getting to know me even better, in my new role.

The second magic moment in Daphne's expression was as we approached the car and she saw Mom, sitting there patiently waiting. At first glance, Daphne was reluctant to walk over to the car, not knowing what Mom's response to the dress was going to be. As we approached, Mom stepped out of the car, walked up to Daphne and gave her a hug that answered any questions she may have had.

During the hour and a half drive to a neighboring town mall, Mom asked me point blank if I intended to repeat this performance again, even though she knew the answer before asking the question. Her question was merely an attempt at conversation, to help time pass while we drove. I didn't even hesitate, I told her "Yes I did, I just didn't know for sure when or where. Although things were going along extremely smooth, I still didn't have the nerve to tell her the truth about Daphne and I already making future plans.

She even asked Daphne, if she was willing to help educate me in the area of becoming more of a "Lady". Mom seemed to be caught a bit off guard when Daphne also agreed so quickly, and emphatically. At least now Mom had no doubt that we would continue in these new activities, either with or without her. Mom had wanted a daughter so bad, that she felt that she just had to become an active and supportive participant. She felt that it was either that, or risk losing her son, as well as her daughter, forever, both at the same time.

At the mall, Mom began trying to organize a plan of attack. She remembered me telling her about my feet hurting, so she took us first, to a shoe store and bought me three pair of women's shoes, we picked out a pair of flats, a pair of inch and a half heels and a pair of pumps. I laughed as I began to realize how many different names women had just for shoes. There were pumps, heels, loafers, sandals, mules, and on and on. To me, a lot of them looked like the same shoe style, but still carried a different name, depending on who made it.

I gladly wore the new pair of heels out of the shoe store, being a proper fit and all. They felt a whole lot more comfortable than the pair of Daphne's shoes that I had been wearing. Surprisingly enough, I didn't have too much trouble at all adapting to the feel of walking on stilts. I only remember scraping my heels, as I walked with my head in the clouds, a couple of times.

I merely shifted my weight, straightened my knees, and began walking in a more feminine manner, rather than merely shuffling my feet to move me around. I also noticed that when I finally began walking in a coordinated manner I also gained a bit of a feminine sway to my hips, naturally. It sure was a lot different from just falling forward and letting me feet land in front of me, as I had done for years, as a boy.

As I began getting used to the feel of the shoes, and more comfortable with my ability to balance properly in them, I even began taking my turns more quickly so that the bottom of my skirt could blossom like an umbrella being opened. For some reason, I had always found that particular movement by girls and women, to be a bit provocative.

From there we went to a few dress shops and a couple of department stores, where Mom and Daphne picked out some really cute dresses, a couple of different skirts and a few assorted blouses for me. The dresses had a bit of similarity to the one I was wearing, in that all of them had a tight bodice, a conservative neckline and very full skirts. Mom explained that we would look at some different styles that were a little looser, after I had managed to get my stomach into better shape, with exercise and diet.

Each of the dresses had full-flowing skirts, as were the skirts themselves. The blouses and the tops of the dresses all had conservative necklines, mainly because I had no cleavage at all to work with or show off. Of course these selections also included all three of us, making numerous trips to the women's dressing rooms to double check fit and appearance.

We went to the department store foundations department, where they picked me out an assortment of panties, girdles, bras, pantyhose, slips and so forth. They ended up with assortment of different styles of panties, girdles and bras, saying that I would need to experiment and find the ones I was most comfortable wearing. Mom laughed as she commented that, "A girl can never have too many of these things." They even threw in some thigh high stockings and a garter belt, like the ones Daphne had worn on our date. We didn't even consider looking at pantsuits or trousers. I fondly remember more than a few embarrassing moments during this trip, but I would never even think of trading a single one of them for the world.

At one point, as Mom was looking through the girdles and bras, Daphne got me to one side and told me that she would get me a pair of crotchless panties too, later on. She said we could wear them together, whenever we wanted to try again at making babies. She said that wearing these would be our secret signal to each other, that we were ready. I couldn't tell from her expression if she was talking about the pregnancy attempt, or if she just wanted some good old-fashioned sex. Either way, I was more than ready. I was quickly becoming a "Girl with a mission", that mission was to get Daphne pregnant.

As Mom kept busy with the lingerie selection, Daphne and I managed to sneak off and make a quick walk through the Newborn section of the store. Daphne and I both fell in love with some things there too, an antique looking crib that had a matching rocker, and a nice looking bassinet. Once we were ready to leave, we started walking back towards lingerie, and found Mom standing at the entrance to the Newborn section, watching us. Watching and smiling, with a look of pride and contentment I had not seen in years. Almost as if all of her dreams were finally coming true, as were mine.

Our trip finally concluded with yet another stop, this one at the cosmetic counter. The sales girl spent almost an hour just analyzing my skin tone, in order to make her suggestions for the products and colors, she thought I would need, and which would look best on me. All three of us eventually ended up getting a complete make over, as well as a lot of free samples, on top of the humongous pile of stuff we had bought. I laughed and told Mom that I thought she had gone plain nuts, and that I couldn't believe what we had bought. I was also having a hard time believing what all was involved in girl's going shopping like this, determining size, color, material, style etc. It was like I was being totally overwhelmed with new information to learn and experience.

I ended up with foundations, lipsticks in eight different shades and colors, rouge, powders, eye liners, eyebrow pencils, skin cleansers, perfumes, literally anything one could imagine. If it was for sale, if it even suggested "Girl" and not "Boy", Mom just had to buy it for me. The best part of it was that, at no time, on that whole shopping spree, had anyone at all suspected a thing. I had been able to pass 100%, all day long, as a very pretty, very normal, teenaged girl.

As we walked and waltzed around the mall, me practicing my quick turns, and Daphne skipping along, we noticed a few catcalls being sent in our direction, coming from some boys that were mine and Daphne's age. I received my first lesson in flirtation, from the woman's side of the sexual barrier. Best of all was that this was a signal to me that I was truly succeeding in my efforts to present myself as a normal, natural girl. I knew then that I was projecting this image outward, as strongly as it was now becoming ingrained on the inside.

With our shopping complete, we decided that we were all getting hungry, and picked out a restaurant to go to for lunch. Before we got to the restaurant though, I had to pee once again. This time, I simply walked right into one of the Mall's ladies rooms, even pausing to smile and say hello to another lady who was just coming back out. This little diversion didn't seem to phase Mom one bit. She just had a seat and talked to Daphne while they waited for me to come back out.

While they were talking they decided that perhaps they should go too, before we ate and started driving home. A few minutes later, both of them followed me into the ladies room. I took that opportunity to double-check my make up and hair, while I began my turn at waiting for them. Once they were done, we walked out together, Mother, Daughter and Daughter's Best Friend/Sister. To this day, Mom has never commented on that stop, it too was only natural and logical.

Before going to the restaurant, we made a quick detour and put all of our stuff in the car. As we walked, Mom and Daphne both began coaching me as to how a 'Young Lady' is expected to act in a restaurant, as compared to men and boys. We discussed everything from A to Z, including food selection. After all, ladies normally go for salads and things that help maintain their figures. They pointed out that 'Boys', on the other hand, just like to 'chow-down' on fattening burgers and fries all the time. I was now getting my first lesson in feminine etiquette and figure control.

We had managed to spend almost twice what Dad would be earning on his overtime and travel check. We had also managed to pick up a lot more than I would have needed to just experiment. Mom did admit to both of us however, that maybe that was her fault. She had been the one to get carried away. She went on to say that shopping with her "very own daughter" was something that she had dreamed about for years, but until now had thought was a total impossibility. Now that she was able to do it, she didn't want it to stop - ever. Mom was in a fantasy world of her very own.

On the trip home, Mom told me that she and Daphne had been talking, and had agreed that they would both begin instructing me in the feminine arts of poise, cosmetics, mannerisms and overall lady like behavior. She went on to state that, since the three of us had gone this far, and spent this much money, even though much of that was her fault, I had no choice but to go along and learn as much as I could, as quickly as I could. They also pointed out that I had a big job ahead of me, even though I was doing reasonably well, I had to learn to talk and sound more like a girl too. About that time, Daphne mentioned that I was doing OK in that department already, but that my voice was still a bit on the husky side, especially for a teenager.

Mom said, with a sly smile on her face, that I would either become the daughter she and Dad had always wanted, or I would end up bailing out of this behavior all together. She also said that, if I bailed out, I would have to get a job and pay her back for all this stuff. It was abundantly clear that Mom was openly hoping that I would make the transition, even if it had to be on a part time basis.

Together, the three of us decided that I could learn best by doing, and that in order to get a jump start on the learning process, I would learn much more quickly if I were to remain a full-time girl, 24 hours a day, at least until Dad got home. I was to immerse myself into the art of becoming that girl, with each and every movement, gesture, expression and even word structure and giggles. My efforts were to be monitored very closely, by both Mom and Daphne, and they had agreed between themselves, not to cut me any slack, or even give me a probationary period.

Since we were almost back home by that time, and Mom was becoming more comfortable in my ability to pass and actually become her real life daughter, she had me drive to one of our local, hometown malls. There she took us in and picked up a couple of real pretty nightgowns, one long and red, and one short and black, plus a pair of white Baby Dolls for me. She picked up another short pink nightgown and a matching pair of Baby Dolls for Daphne too. We spent close to an hour inside that lingerie shop, having a ball and playing with all of the sexy underwear and things.

Daphne and I even made Mom blush a couple of times by showing her a couple of items that we told her would get Dad turned on, and "In The Mood". We jokingly held super sexy teddies and things, up in front of us to show what they would look like if she decided to give them a try. All Mom could do was stand there and blush, as she agreed with us that these things probably would go a long way in helping to create a more playful bedroom environment.

At one point, Mom took one of those teddies into a private dressing room to try on, a hot pink number with a lot of furry trim in all the strategic places, and ended up picking that one up for herself. That stop is also where Daphne bought me my first pair of crotchless panties. Mom really surprised me when she caught us, then laughed and told us that, she 'saw and knew nothing', as these panties were put into our shopping bag. I was thrilled to see how much Mom was getting into this, it was like I had finally given her the present of a lifetime, and she didn't want to waste one precious moment of it. I was once again beginning to dream about what it would have been like, between Mom and I, if I had actually been born a girl.

Walking across the parking lot towards our car, I pulled just enough of the lace edge of my new crotchless panties up for Daphne to see, then whispered in her ear, "I'll try wearing these later on tonight, OK?" She just smiled, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and said "I've already got mine on, Sis, just in case."

Once we were out of that shopping center, we just drove around for a while, talking about everything that was happening. Daphne finally said "Mom, if your new daughter, and my new sister, is going to be here from now on, I think we need to give her a name." Mom agreed and, after thinking about it for a while, said that she really didn't feel too comfortable about continuing to use my middle name of "Bernice". She said she felt it would be too easy for any one of us to slip up around Dad, and that she was worried that he might not be able to handle it too well, at least not yet. She thought that, with Dad, it would probably take a while. She said that she agreed with Daphne, and felt we should pick another name all together.

We started by discussing different traits that we felt my new name should have. We discussed strong as well as weak names, we discussed names that, by their very nature, stir up an image of what one would expect to see in a person. We discussed traditional names, and newer names that were gaining a lot of popularity. At one point, Daphne pulled a small book of girl's baby names out of her purse and we started going through that list one by one. We came across a few names that were cute, feminine and somewhat appropriate, but for some reason or other, decided to pass on them.

Suddenly, a small, red crested bird flew in front of the car. Mom had barely caught a glimpse of it and asked what it was. I told her that it was a Robin. We joked about it having to be a sign from above, and quickly settled on the name, "Robyn". I loved the name.

To me a robin is one of the first birds you see in the spring, and one of the last you see in the fall. It symbolized, in my mind, something new, a fresh start. It meant coming out of a long, cold, often dreary winter and going to a springtime season of freshness, pretty and festive flowers. A transitional and virginal season, leading into yet another season of fun-filled, warm, pleasant nights. It served as a perfect symbol of the transition I, or rather we, was getting into. We discussed a couple of other names, but none seemed as perfect as "Robyn", so we made our choice. I remember thinking that it was really neat to be able to actually pick out your own name, or at least have some say in the matter.

Then Mom did something that, until that day, I would never have even dreamed possible. She turned to Daphne and asked her, "Tell you what Daphne, Since you and Robyn don't have any school for a couple of months, how would you like to come over to our house for an extended slumber party, with just 'Robyn' and me? That way, we can get started on 'HER' training, and make maximum use of the little time we have available? It should be a lot of fun. You two can drop me at the house, then make a quick run to your house, so you can pick up what you need. Besides, you can try on your new pajamas for us." I loved hearing Mom try out my new name like that. It sounded so natural when she said it, like she had been doing it for years.

Before Daphne could even answer, I jokingly interrupted and commented that I had heard all kinds of stories about "Girl's Slumber Parties". And that if even half of what I had heard was true, then we needed to set some guidelines." I then asked about the sleeping arrangements. I was simply told that, "When girls your age have a slumber party, Robyn, and decide it's time to sleep, they normally just crawl into a sleeping bag or under some covers, either on the living room floor or on the hostess's bedroom floor. There really is no proper or improper way of doing these things. In your case though, the only special stipulation I am going to make is that you, 'young lady', keep your panties on."

Mom's attitude then got real serious for a minute, and she went on to say, "From the way you two have been acting today, I would have to guess that you are also trying to get pregnant. I know you've thought this out and, even though I don't agree with you at this time, I won't try to stop you. Besides, it probably wouldn't work anyway, because you have obviously got your minds made up already. I will say though, that I would prefer that you don't do it under your Dad's and my roof, unless you also decide to get married first, OK?"

This turn of events only served to confirm, in my mind, that Mom knew that Daphne and I were already sexually active, either that or she was on a hunting trip and wanted to use the shock method to either confirm it, or to disprove it. The crotchless panties Daphne had picked up for me, and our side trip to the Newborn section at the mall, had been the final pieces to the puzzle. Apparently she had been watching Daphne and I closer than I thought, and we had managed to put all of the clues in front of her, in plain sight.

Mom wasn't really a detective or anything, and wasn't intentionally spying on us, but some of the things we had said and done over the last couple of days all pointed in one definite direction. And Mom had been looking in that direction as well.

One nice thing about it though, with Daphne wearing her 'special panties', and me planning on wearing mine later that evening, we could follow Mom's instructions and both truthfully keep our panties on - and still work at making a baby. Either that or we could just have some plain old fashioned sex. Mom knew that, if anything did happen and Daphne ended up pregnant, the two of us would get married, as soon as we could, and everyone involved would give our child a loving home, including Dad.

The biggest thing was that, Mom would finally get the genetic daughter (Daphne) that she wanted so much, living with her own flesh and blood daughter (Me). Mom had guessed correctly about the significance of these particular panties. Our silence only served to confirm what she was thinking.

  

  

  

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