Andrea Wears Her Mom's Wedding Gown

By Janis Elizabeth

 

I had always wanted a daughter, from the first time I ever thought about having children. I wanted to dress her in pretty things and know the joy of a mother-daughter relationship. I even thought that someday, she might get married wearing my wedding gown. It was something that I dreamed about. After I was married, I was blessed with one child before my husband was killed in a senseless act of violence. Unfortunately, I did not get what I wished for in my child. While my husband was pleased to have a son, I was disappointed that I had not been able to have the daughter that I always wanted. For three years after Andy was born, we tried to have a second child. However, this was not meant to be. Andy was slightly more than three when my husband died. Although I wanted another child, and possibly have the daughter I wanted, I did not feel that I could remarry, for I would always dwell on my relationship with my first husband. Instead, I devoted my life to raising my son.

Once he started school, I returned to work full time as a hair stylist and cosmetician. As Andy grew older, I noticed that his features were fair and delicate, almost like those of a girl rather than a boy. His appearance again caused me to yearn for the daughter that I never had. It seemed that throughout his life, he took after my side of the family and was considered small for his age. By the time he was ten, I knew he wasn't going to be any taller than me. With that realization, I started looking for a way to possibly turn my dreams into reality.

I started getting several items of feminine fashion that, I hoped, I could convince Andy to wear someday. Since I was taking a risk, I knew that I couldn't have an entire closet of apparel waiting for the day I would have my daughter. However, over time, I did get the basics of a wardrobe so that I would have them on hand when, and if, the proper time ever came. Included in this were three pairs of panties, a bra, a camisole, a slip, all in white satin, two pair of stockings, one in black and one in sandalwood, a pair of black knee-highs, a silky, white, plain short sleeve blouse, black pull-on pants and a very pretty dark green satin dress with short sleeves and a full skirt. Additionally, I wanted him to have realistic looking breasts under his clothes so I went to the mastectomy supply shop and purchased some realistic B-sized breast forms, an appropriate size for a developing teenage girl. Almost as an afterthought, I purchased some satiny sleepwear for my someday daughter including a pink waltz-length nightie, a pair of light blue pajamas, with lace all over the camisole top and a pair of pale yellow baby doll pajamas with the ruffled panties.

By the time Andy was thirteen, I knew that he had reached his full size. He was the same height and weight as I was. Now, all I had to do was somehow convince him to become my daughter, for however brief a time. Just prior to his fifteenth birthday, I purchased a lovely blond wig so that my son wouldn't see himself in a dress and his male hairdo and be turned off to his femininity. Everything was carefully stored in my closet.

Andy was helping out around the house while I worked full time during the day. Some of the tasks, though, he was reluctant to perform. Primary among these was doing the laundry. While he would daily put the clothes in the basket in the laundry room, he would wait until he was down to his last outfit before he would break down and do the wash. I knew that sooner or later, he was going to run out of clean clothes to wear.

Sure enough, three weeks later, Andy was rummaging through his dresser looking for clean underwear. When he complained to me that he didn't have anything clean to wear, I reminded him that the laundry was his responsibility. I then gave him two choices to remedy his situation. Either he could wear nothing at all under his coarse clothing or he could wear some of my things. I reminded him that his skin was very sensitive and subject to rashes and irritation and that wearing nothing under his outerwear would not be a good idea. Even before he made his choice, I went to my room and got some of the things I had been holding in reserve for just such an occasion.

Naturally, he protested and complained when I handed him the satiny camisole and panties. He howled even more when I offered him the satin blouse to wear. However, I had waited too long for the first appearance of my daughter to let this opportunity pass by. I looked at him sternly and indicated I was not going to tolerate any complaints on his part. Showing great reluctance, he started dressing in the feminine things.

Inside, I just glowed, watching as my daughter began to emerge before my eyes. Was it wrong of me to want to dress my son so that I would have a daughter, even if only for a limited amount of time? I didn't feel that there was anything wrong in what I was doing. As I watched Andy get dressed, I noticed that he seemed to soften his resistance to the point that he was liking wearing the soft, feminine fashions. He would furtively touch one of his satiny garments, thinking I would not notice, as he put them on, enjoying the feel of the fabric against his body. After he was dressed in the lingerie, satin blouse and pull-on pants, he confirmed my thoughts when he said how nice it felt wearing his lingerie and outerwear. He even asked me if it was wrong for him to be enjoying this experience.

The clincher came when my Andrea asked if I thought she would look pretty dressed completely as a girl and wearing makeup. I offered her the opportunity to experience it and to see for herself. With no reluctance on her part, Andrea indicated that this was what she wanted to do, so that she could satisfy her curiosity over how she would look as a girl.. Inside, I was so happy as I placed the shampoo cape over her to protect her clothes prior to doing her makeup. I did her makeup in moderation, which was a style befitting a fifteen-year-old girl. Next, I went to my closet and returned with the wig that I had recently bought. The wig was styled so that the ends appeared to curl outward. It was light brown, a color that matched my hair. Coincidentally, it also matched Andy's hair. After I placed it on her head, I let her see the final result.

Upon seeing her feminine reflection for the first time, Andrea was enthralled. She even said how much she looked like the pictures she had seen of me when I was a teenager. Until she mentioned it, I did not realize how much Andrea truly looked like I did when I was her age. I was just bursting with pride over her acceptance of my request and the resemblance she bore to me. She was truly my daughter.

I introduced her to the feeling of having breasts when I helped her with her first bra and put the breast forms into the cups. I even asked her if she wanted to wear a dress and see how she looked. Andrea changed into the white satin lingerie, garter belt and stockings that I had been holding in reserve. When I handed her the dress to wear, she commented that she had never seen me wear it. It was only then that I admitted that I had gotten these things especially for her, in hopes that she would one day wear them as my daughter. It was equally as thrilling to see her walk in her first pair of heels.

I had always wished that I would have a daughter who would someday be able to wear my wedding gown. Since Andrea was now a part of my life, I had to see if she would agree to wear it for me. Andrea smiled at me and said she would be pleased to wear my wedding gown. When she smiled, I wanted to melt right there at her feet from the happiness that I was feeling. At that instant, I was so emotional that I would have cried tears of joy. I reached out and hugged her.

After taking her shopping and spending the day as a mother with her daughter, it was a joy to return home and hear her say that she had fun as her femme alter ego. I silently hoped that this would be a recurring event in both her life and in mine. As she slipped on the pink satin nightie, I gave her one last big hug before I turned out the light.

The next morning, Andrea asked if she could wear her panties, garter belt, stockings and camisole under her male things when we went to church. I simply nodded to her request, too choked up to respond. When Andy was dressed, I looked him over with a critical eye to see if there were any telltale signs of the underwear he was wearing. Fortunately, it was all hidden very well.

Over the next few weeks, I gradually added to Andrea's wardrobe. She enjoyed going to bed in the satin sleepwear that I had gotten her. She also liked pretty satin panties, especially those with lots of lace. As for her outerwear, I added two pair of pull-on pants, one in navy and one in black, and two skirts, a straight, knee-length skirt in black and a full denim skirt that fell to below her knees. I also purchased three dresses for Andrea. One was a lovely belted, print silk sheath, with the major color being green. I also picked up a light blue, shirtwaist dress for everyday wear and a pale yellow satin dress with a full skirt that she could wear to church. On those Sundays where Andrea wanted to attend church instead of Andy, we starting attending a different church about twenty minutes from home.

Andy would come straight home from school and usually change into panties, bra and stockings. He might put on a blouse with either a skirt or his pull-on pants or he might put on his shirtwaist dress. Once dressed, she would do her homework and, perhaps, some cleaning or she would start dinner. Additionally, since she had become my part-time daughter, she had become more conscientious about doing the laundry. She wants to make sure that her lingerie drawer is always full with her pretty satiny undies. Andrea has even asked me to show her how to properly iron her clothes so that she could take care of those dresses, skirts and blouses that did not need to be dry-cleaned.

It was about four weeks after the emergence of my daughter Andrea that I wanted to see her in something special, namely my wedding gown. To prepare for this, I made sure that I had several packages of instant film for my camera. Andrea seemed to be more comfortable and happy when she was dressed in her feminine apparel. On Friday night, as we were sitting in the family room watching television and chatting as a mother and daughter, I approached the subject of having her wear my wedding gown. As she did that first day, Andrea smiled at me and said she would be pleased to wear it so that I might see how she would look as a bride. I said that the next day would be special, as I would assist her in becoming a bride. As it was nearly bedtime, Andrea hugged me and said that she was looking forward to the experience. I bid her good night as she headed off to her room.

The next morning, I awoke early, due to the excitement I felt. I quickly showered, dressed in my satin lingerie, did my hair and makeup and then put on a soft print blouse, a black A-line skirt and two-inch heels. I then walked into Andrea's room to wake her up. I smiled as I saw her in her pink waltz-length nightie and a pink satin hair bonnet. I gently shook her to awaken her for what I hope would be an enjoyable day.

When she saw me standing there, Andrea smiled and said "Good morning." I smiled back at her and said that it was time for her to get up. I said that she should take a shower and get cleaned up. I also asked if she wanted me to set out her lingerie. Andrea arose and headed for the bathroom and said she would appreciate it if I did. While Andrea was performing her morning routine, I got out a new, white satin garter belt, a white satin bridal set of bra and panties that were adorned with lace and satin appliqués, a pair of white bridal stockings and an ankle-length, full, satin slip. I also left out a pair of white three-inch heels for her to wear. I made her bed for her and left her apparel on the bed.

I went into my room and waited for Andrea. In a few minutes, she came in, dressed in her lingerie and heels. I had her sit in front of my vanity. Before I even thought about her makeup, I fitted her wig on her head. After styling it some, I went over to my dresser and returned with the instant camera. As Andrea smiled at me wearing her lingerie, I took the first of many pictures. I covered her with a pink shampoo cape and started on her bridal makeup. I had done the makeup for many brides on their day. In each case, I felt that I had done my best and made the girl a beautiful, blushing bride. This time, this bride was even more special than all of the others I had helped. I wanted Andrea to look perfect as a bride.

Carefully I applied foundation and powder, making sure that it did not conceal her natural healthy glow. Next I lightly applied dusty rose eye shadow to her eyelids. While Andrea kept still, I applied mascara to her upper and lower lashes, making them fuller and highlighting her eyes. I then used a dusty rose blush along her cheekbones, making sure that I did not overdo the application of this cosmetic. Lastly, I outlined her lips with a lipstick pencil and then filled them in with creamy dusty rose lipstick. I had Andrea blot her lips together to smooth out the lipstick and then to blot on a tissue to remove the excess.

After viewing herself in the mirror, Andrea thanked me for making her so pretty. She told me that she could really see how much she looked like me when I was her age. I inwardly smiled each time she mentioned this comparison. I removed her shampoo cape and sprayed her with some of my favorite perfume. Before letting her stand up, I knelt down in front of her and slid her blue bridal garter up her leg and placed it at the top of her stocking. When she looked at me questioningly, I said the bridal garter is a part of the bride's tradition of something old, something new.

While she sat at my vanity, I went to my closet and retrieved the box containing my carefully preserved wedding gown and veil. I set the box on my bed and opened it, revealing a lovely creation of white satin and lace. I removed it from the box and, for a brief instant, held it in front of me. As I held it, a flood of memories came back to me of the special day when I wore it. Now, I would see my daughter, if not wearing it when she was married, at least trying it on.

The gown had a fitted satin bodice with a sweetheart neckline. There was lace covering the bodice. The sleeves were sheer and had satin appliqués at the ends. They fell from the wide straps across the shoulders. The full-length skirt was fitted but was not tight, like a sheath would be. You could still easily walk in it. There was a sheer nylon overlay over the satin skirt. There was also a detachable six-foot satin train that fell from the waist and flowed behind the gown. To close the back, there were 36 pearl covered buttons.

I opened the gown and held it out so Andrea could slide it over her head. I let the gown fall to around her waist and then held the front so that she could put her arms into the sheer sleeves. After straightening the skirt, I lovingly fastened each of the buttons. Andrea could see her reflection in my full-length door mirror while I buttoned the back. She was spellbound looking at herself as a bride. Her initial reaction was a small gasp of pleasure and surprise. Once the back was fastened, I attached the train and straightened it out behind her. As I had hoped, she looked absolutely beautiful. She even had the natural radiant glow that a bride has on her wedding day.

Before I put her veil in place, I posed Andrea in several positions, taking pictures to have a record of the event. When I felt I had taken enough pictures, I helped Andrea to sit at my vanity. I held the train up while she smoothed the skirt under her and sat down. I then draped the train over the back of the chair. I removed my veil from the box and put it in place on Andrea's hair. The fingertip blusher fell from an ornate satin and lace Juliet cap, which I carefully pinned to her hair. I then put her sheer veil down over her face and helped her to stand.

All she needed was her bridal bouquet and Andrea would have been ready to walk down the aisle. I was so happy that I started crying tears of joy. Andrea saw my tears and thought that there was something wrong. I smiled and assured her that my tears were from happiness of seeing her in my wedding gown and not from something being wrong. I told her that she made a beautiful bride and would be the envy of every girl.

I quickly composed myself and posed Andrea for more pictures, both with her veil up and with her veil down. On some of the pictures, I made sure that I posed her at an angle so that her nice feminine front was visible. My last pictures were of Andrea from the neck up. She looked lovely as she smiled at me while I finished my roll of film. Andrea looked at me and said she didn't want to remove her wedding gown right away. She asked if she could wear it for a little while. I nodded and said that was all right with me. Andrea also was a little sad because, with only the two of us present, there was no one available to take some pictures of the bride with her mother.

I took the time to show her how to walk with the half step measured tread that every bride has used as she walked down the aisle. It didn't take Andrea long to be able to move gracefully like a bride.

In all too quick a time, I realized that all good things must eventually end. While I didn't want Andrea to remove our wedding gown and veil, I knew that she had to change out of it eventually. I took her to my room and reversed the process of when I helped her dress. I took off the veil and placed it on the bed. I detached the train and folded it up. I slowly unbuttoned the back of the gown. As Andrea removed the gown, I felt both joy and sadness. The joy was that she got to wear it, the sadness in that she would never wear it at her wedding.

While Andrea changed into a skirt and blouse, I gently replaced the veil, the gown, and the train back into the protective box. I sighed as I put the box back into my closet. Andrea came into the room just as I was putting the gown away. She had selected a white cotton blouse and red A-line skirt to wear. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug. She smiled and she told me that she really enjoyed having the chance to wear my wedding gown. I told her that she was truly a beautiful bride, which caused her to beam broadly.

We spent the rest of the day as a mother and daughter would. We went to the mall and shopped. I picked up a few more things for Andrea. She tried them on and told me which ones she really liked and which ones were less than ideal. We stopped for a meal at one of the chain restaurants located in the mall. After we ate, we looked at shoes, purses and earrings. We even went to the sexy lingerie store in the mall just to see what they had. Andrea and I really just looked. While the lingerie looked nice, there was nothing there that caught our eye.

When we returned home, after a full day of activity, Andrea told me that she was going to change and get into bed. I asked her if she would come into my room once she was clad only in her bra and panties. While she went and undressed, I went to my closet and pulled out a protective plastic bag with another carefully saved garment. I sat on my bed and put some more film into my camera while I waited for Andrea.

In a few minutes she came into my room wearing only her bra and panties. I looked at my sweet daughter and said there was one more garment that I wanted her to wear. I unzipped the bag and removed the white satin negligee that I wore to bed on my wedding night. I wanted my Andrea to wear it tonight while she slept. Andrea looked at it and told me how beautiful it was.

I removed the negligee from the padded hanger and handed Andrea the nightgown. It was a white satin, ankle-length, form-fitting garment with spaghetti straps. The bodice was overlaid with lace. After she put it on, I took a few pictures of her. I then helped her into the sheer white peignoir. I fastened the single satin ribbon closure at the neck and made sure that the sleeves and the bottom were neat. I took a few more pictures of Andrea. In my mind, she looked prettier in my wedding negligee than I did those many years ago. I hugged my daughter and kissed her on the cheek. As she headed back to her room, I said that I hoped she had many pleasant dreams. Andrea looked at me and smiled and said that she was sure she would have many pleasant feminine dreams that night.

That night, as I lay in my bed, wearing pink satin pajamas, I thought of how fortunate I was that Andrea had become a part of my life. I thought of Andrea, asleep in her bed in my wedding negligee. I had so much to be thankful for. On top of that, I realized my fondest dream today when I saw my lovely daughter dressed as a bride in my wedding gown.

 

 

 

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