Bring Your Daughters To Work Day
by: Janis Elizabeth

 

Every year, my mom's company celebrates a special day for the parents and their children, their female children. While many companies and organizations encourage parents to bring their children to work with them on a special day, Mom's company had not, as yet, adopted this convention. Instead, in keeping with the original intent of the idea, the company sponsors an annual "Bring Your Daughters To Work Day" to show girls that there are many opportunities for them in the business world. This day was always a little sad for me since I could not accompany Mom to work because I was her son not her daughter.

Many a night, I would dream of Mom dressing me up real pretty and taking me in so that she could show off me off as her daughter to her co-workers. Every morning, I awoke, disappointed that Mom did not know of my desire to go to work with her as her daughter. However, I was too scared to tell her of my desire. My desire was not as far-fetched as it seemed, especially since I had been slipping into Mom's room and trying on her clothes while she was at work. I originally became enthralled with her clothes three years ago at age eleven when I saw and felt her satin panties, slips and nightgowns for the first time after they had been washed, dried and folded.

I loved the soft feel of her lingerie, first against my hand, then against my body. Her bras always got me excited, as I fastened them around my flat chest and then filled the empty cups with several pairs of her panties. I enjoyed wearing her skirts, blouses and dresses, even though they were all too big for me. I enviously eyed her vanity, covered with her makeup and wondered if I dared risking exposure by trying her cosmetics.

During my years of dressing up, I tried to be very careful with her things so that Mom would not know or suspect what I was doing. I had even taken to using one of her razors to keep my light hair off of my body. Unfortunately, Moms seem to have a sixth sense that tells them when there is something different or something that is not right, especially with their sons and my Mom is no different.

It was several weeks before "Daughters' Day'" this year that I again ventured into Mom's room. I knew that I had a few hours to indulge myself in wearing her things before Mom got home from work and I was ready to make the most of it. I quickly stripped off my coarse male clothing and headed for her lingerie drawer. A pink satin bra, matching panties and garter belt were located and placed on my body. Nude stockings were drawn up my smooth hairless legs and attached to my garters. After stuffing my bra cups with the needed panties, I pulled a pink satin half-slip up around my waist.

Today, I would dress like my Mom the businesswoman. I selected a pink blouse and a gray skirted suit from her closet along with matching gray pumps. Once I had the outerwear in place and her shoes on my feet, I went and admired my image in her full-length mirror. Other than the apparent size problem, the only things I lacked to feel really feminine were a suitable hairstyle for my longish hair and the requisite cosmetics skillfully applied to my face. As I admired my feminine reflection in the mirror, I decided that today would be the day that I tried her cosmetics. I had decided to risk applying one item to my face, as a test. I reached for her lipstick on her vanity. Just as I removed the gold cap from her tube of lipstick and had advanced the creamy coloring from the tube to apply it to my lips, I received the biggest shock of my young life.

I had been so enamored with being dressed in Mom's things and reflecting on my feminine image in the mirror that I did not hear my Mom come in. It seems that she had taken some personal time off and had come home early. She was almost as surprised as I when she entered her bedroom and found her son dressed completely in her things. It took a few moments before either of us could say anything. Finally, Mom regained her wits, looked at me and asked, "Terry, why are you dressed in my gray suit and, I presume, my lingerie and why do you look like you are about to use my lipstick?"

It took me a little longer to begin my stammering explanation. "Mom, I was just looking. Each year, at this time, I get jealous of the other moms that can take their daughters to your workplace with them on the special Daughters Day. With another "Daughters' Day" coming up, I knew that again I wouldn't be going to work with you. I wanted to see how it would feel to wear your things and pretend I was your daughter getting ready to go to work with you."

Mom sat on the edge of her bed and looked at me carefully. Right now, I was so scared that, even in these pumps, I would have tried to run away. Unfortunately, Mom would have been able to block my retreat before I had gotten very far. "Terry, while your explanation has a ring of truth to it, I don't think this is the first time you have worn my clothes. I think this has been going on for quite some time. Sit here beside me and tell me the truth."

I did as she directed and sat there beside her with my head down, looking at the floor. Mom gently and calmly put her arm around my shoulders to reassure me that she was not mad or angry. She asked me to tell her the whole story. With tears welling up in my eyes and my body trembling, I told her everything.

"Mom, a few years ago, I happened upon some of your things that had just been washed and dried. The softness and feel of your lingerie simply overwhelmed me. I had to experience this softness on my body. It took me a few days after that to work up the nerve to go into your room and start putting on your lingerie. The sensations that I felt when I wore a pair of your panties or one of your slips or nightgowns were heavenly. Gradually, I started to wear an entire outfit with the lingerie, whether it was a dress, a blouse and skirt or one of your skirted suits. I always tried to be careful and put things back properly, so that you wouldn't notice."

Terry continued, "Once I experienced the feel of your clothes, I started imagining that I could go to work with you on that special day as your daughter. Each time Daughters' Day would occur, I would be very jealous of those that could go to work with their Moms and very sad that I could not go with you. With another Daughters' Day approaching this year, and knowing that I couldn't go with you, my passions and desires for your things became more intense. You came in just as I was about to use some of your cosmetics for the first time." With that said, I completely broke down and cried my eyes out.

Mom pulled me close so that my head rested on her shoulder. She gently stroked my hair while she reflected upon my outpouring from the very depths of my soul. Finally, she spoke softly to me and said, "Terry, I wish you would have told me your desires about going with me on Daughters Day. While I might have been surprised by your request, I would not have been upset or offended. I think we could have worked something out that would have allowed you to spend the day with me at work. I have known for some time that there was something happening with my clothes. My things were refolded just a little differently than how I do it and some of my blouses and suits were not in the same place that I remembered putting them."

Mom stopped talking briefly and handed me some tissues for me to dry my tears. When I was composed again, she hugged me and told me that, except for the sizes, I looked completely natural and feminine when she entered and saw me standing there in her suit and her pumps. "You know, Terry, with a little bit of makeup and some proper fitting clothes, I would bet that you would be really cute. We have six weeks until this year's Daughters' Day event. If you would like to try, we will see if we can have you presentable as my daughter in time for this year's Daughters' Day. Would you want to try it and see how things go for the next few weeks?"

I looked up at my Mom as she lovingly stroked my hair. "Mom, do you really mean that? You don't mind that I want to dress as a girl? You don't think that there is anything wrong with me because I want to dress like a girl? If you mean it, I would love to try to be your daughter." Mom looked at me and said that as far as she was concerned, what I chose to wear was my business and nobody else's. She also said that if I were going to be passable for the upcoming Daughters' Day, she would teach me about clothes, makeup, hair and other things that would help m pass as her daughter. She also promised that she would start getting me a wardrobe of clothes in my size rather than continue to borrow hers. After she had said this, I was so happy. I reached out and gave her a big hug.

Mom looked at me and then asked if I wanted to live as a girl fulltime or simply dress up in feminine clothes and be her part-time daughter. When I told Mom that I had no desire for fulltime femininity, she smiled at me and said that when I was dressed; I should use the feminine spelling of my name and become Teri. I readily agreed with her suggestion. Mom then asked if I would like to go shopping right now for my beginning wardrobe. When I expressed concerns about not having anything that fit properly, Mom agreed and suggested that we plan on a shopping trip after I had better fitting clothes. She said she would go out this afternoon and get me an outfit and some lingerie. Then, come Saturday morning, we could get dressed and go shopping as a mother and her teen-age daughter. I again agreed with her suggestion.

While she was shopping for my starter outfit, Mom asked me to stay dressed in her clothes until she came back home and to stay away from her makeup until she could assist me. Naturally, I was disappointed about the makeup but promised Mom that no cosmetics would touch my face until she was there to assist me. She also suggested that I get my school studies done while she was out. I let out a mock groan at her suggestion but smiled at her to let her know that I would. Mom said that it might take a while and for me not to worry.

That afternoon, I think I completed my studies in record time. It felt so different sitting at my desk while wearing a skirt, blouse and pumps. Every once in a while, I would glance at my appearance in my mirror and smile pleasantly. I had just finished and was putting my books away when Mom returned home. She carried several bags from a major department store and a bag from a local restaurant. When I raised a questioning eyebrow about the last bag, Mom told me that she had gotten each of us a salad for dinner. My trying on of my new apparel would wait until after dinner. Besides, she was enjoying seeing me wear her business suit, even if it was a bit big on me.

During dinner, Mom and I discussed the ground rules surrounding my daily transition from Terry to Teri. First and foremost was that my grades had to remain at the current level or improve. Any decline in grades would result in the loss of my privileges to dress until my grades returned to their previous levels. Loss of being Teri for a prolonged period of time would eliminate any chance I would have of accompanying Mom to work on Daughters' Day. Second, when I became Teri, in the evenings and on weekends, I would be expected to help out more around the house, whether it meant getting dinner ready, doing the laundry or helping to clean the house. Third, if either of us were not satisfied that I could be accepted as Teri, then I would have to restrict my cross dressing activities to the confines of our house. Lastly, Mom would never force me to go out of the house dressed. It had to be my own decision. Since these ground rules seemed more than fair to me, I was easily accepting of them.

After dinner, Mom took me to her room to try on my new clothes. Although I quickly undressed out of her suit and lingerie, I did take care to make sure that I hung everything up properly and put it away neatly. I was now standing before Mom clad only in her pink satin panties. Mom dispelled my concerns about being naked in front of her by reminding me that she had seen everything I had from my first day onward. While it didn't make me feel any better, I carefully slid her panties down my smooth legs and put them with the dirty laundry.

Before allowing me to try on my new things, Mom checked to see if I needed to shave or use a depilatory. Fortunately, my hair was light and sparse on my body. I was regularly shaving my body to take care of those few problem places. When Mom was satisfied, she handed me a bag that contained my new lingerie. I put the white satin garter belt around my waist and carefully drew my nylon stockings up my legs. Mom sat and watched me with a smile on her face as I completed this task without a problem. White satin panties and a bra were the next items I put on.

After I had the bra in place, Mom went to her dresser and removed a box from the bottom drawer. Inside were bra inserts, which Mom had used when she was a developing teen-ager. She carefully and lovingly put them into the cups of my bra. I now had nice B-sized filled bra cups. She then went into her bathroom, returning with her box of sanitary pads. "Here, put one of these inside your panties and tuck yourself in," she said. When I did as Mom instructed, the front of my panties resembled those of a girl.

I reached for the white satin slip and let this heavenly garment slide down my body. I gently caressed my body through the softness of the slip, lost in a private world of thoughts for a few seconds. Mom brought me back to reality by telling me how nice I looked standing there in my lingerie. She then suggested that we try a little makeup and do something with my hair. I obediently sat in front of her vanity while she gathered a few needed things.

A pink plastic shampoo cape was placed over my lingerie-clad body and was fastened at the neck. Mom used a spray bottle to completely soak my somewhat longish blond hair. In short order, she had combed through it to remove any tangles, sectioned it and put it on rollers. It seemed strange to look in the mirror and see my head covered with rollers. Before I knew it, I was wearing her hair dryer bonnet on my head, enjoying the warm air blowing on my hair.

While my hair dried, Mom started on my makeup. I tried to watch and learn as she applied each cosmetic to my face. I noticed how she applied the foundation and powder. Even though I looked at her pleadingly when she did my eyes, Mom would not use any mascara on my lashes, saying that would be reserved for when I was older. She did use a light amount of eye shadow though. As she applied a light amount of blush to my cheeks, I made a mental note of how she did it. As Mom picked up her lipstick, I eagerly presented my lips to receive this wonderful and luscious creamy coating.

When she finished with my makeup, Mom removed the dryer and the rollers. Using styling gel and her brush and comb, she quickly fashioned a nice hairstyle for me. She had teased it to give it fullness and had styled it so that it framed my face and curled slightly under. When I saw the end result of her efforts, I almost died with happiness. Instead of my hair just being lifeless on my head, there was body to it; there was fullness, there was style. Looking back at me from the mirror was a pretty teen-age girl, wearing her short hair in an attractive style and using her makeup in moderation, befitting her age.

Mom looked and me, smiled and said, "Well Teri, I guess we don't have to worry about whether you would be accepted as a girl or not. You look very cute. What do you think of your new appearance?" I had to agree with her that I looked better than I could have ever imagined. I reached out and gave her a big hug, trying to express my thanks for what she had done.

Mom said that I did not need to try on my outerwear, since my lingerie fit so well. She did show me the denim skirt and light blue blouse set that I would wear to go shopping on Saturday. Also, Mom had gotten me a pair of blue pumps in the correct size. Since it was late, Mom told me that I should get ready for bed. Before I left her room, she handed me a peach satin nightgown and a white satin sleep bonnet. "No sense in messing up your new hairstyle while you sleep," she said. She also showed me how to properly remove my makeup and cleanse my face before going to bed.

I thanked her for all of these wonderful experiences and gave her a big hug. In my own room, I carefully removed my lingerie, leaving my panties on under my nightgown. I then removed my makeup and cleansed my face as Mom had instructed. Just as I was getting into bed, Mom came in to tuck me in. She reminded me about my hair bonnet, which I quickly put on. She then tucked me in and said, "Teri, it is so nice having you as a daughter. You looked very cute in your lingerie, makeup and hairstyle. I hope you will enjoy your new experiences." I thanked Mom for getting me the new clothes and for doing my hair and makeup. She gave me a big smile. After saying good night, I went into a sound and peaceful sleep, dreaming pleasant dreams of my new life as Teri.

Since my wardrobe was very limited at the moment, Mom and I agreed that I would refrain from becoming Teri, except at night when I went to bed, until we went shopping. She also showed me how to hand wash my panties, and in essence, all of my satin lingerie and to hang them over the bathtub to dry. She told me that this would keep it from getting mistreated in the washer and dryer and would keep them feeling soft and feminine for quite a long time.

During the intervening three days, between discovery and shopping, being Terry while knowing that Mom approved of and accepted Teri, made the wait difficult to bear. However, Saturday morning arrived at last. Mom reminded me to shave when I took my bath. She also had me use some of her scented bath salts in the water and her scented talc once I was dry. My bath never felt or smelled as good as it did today.

I dressed carefully, wanting everything, both clothing and other things, properly in place and having no snags or runs in my stockings. Mom had me do my makeup, giving me directions as I moved through each step. When I applied the lipstick to my lips, I felt like I had accomplished a major feat. Mom told me I had done very well. She then seated me in front of her vanity and brushed my hair into the feminine style I had worn earlier in the week.

Before we left, Mom gave me a shoulder purse with some tissues and some makeup. She had me put my keys and I.D. in the purse also. She then showed me how to properly carry it over my shoulder. As we walked to the car, Mom told me how a young lady gets into her seat, especially on the passenger side. She opened the door and watched as I smoothed my skirt under me when I sat and then swung my legs into the car. She smiled and nodded approvingly at the feminine grace I displayed.

Our shopping trip was more than just going from store to store buying what we needed. While driving from home to the mall, Mom taught me about how a young lady does things, from sitting to walking and talking to eating. Once at the mall, she made sure that I wasn't trying to stomp around with an ungainly male gait. It took my walking from the car to the mall before Mom was satisfied with how I moved while walking.

What a whirlwind of activity the day proved to be. We went to the major department store and started with my lingerie and worked on from there. We selected several bras, panties and garter belts in a variety of colors. Stockings, three full slips, one half slip and a camisole were picked out and added to the growing pile. Mom and I discussed each item as to style, color, etc. Mom and I then selected several nightgowns, both full-length and babydoll styles.

Next, we picked out skirts, both A-line and straight. Mom made sure that all my skirts extended downward to just above my knee. For now, there would be no miniskirts in my wardrobe. I tried on several dresses that I liked and, as it turned out, fit me well. While I was changing out of my last dress, Mom went and got another item off of the rack. Before I put my skirt and blouse back on, Mom reached into the fitting room and handed me a gray skirted suit, just like the one I was wearing the day she found out that I liked women's clothes. She quickly explained that we could both wear the same style suit on Daughters' Day and truly look like mother and daughter. I was so overwhelmed when she said this that I almost cried tears of joy. I reached out and hugged her. Naturally, the suit fit perfectly. Several blouses completed this part of the shopping trip.

We took all of our purchases to the car. I felt like a kid that had been able to have her pick of the candy store, while carrying all of my new things. We went to a chain restaurant nearby for a lunch break. Mom watched me very closely as I eyed the menu and then ordered a salad with chicken and iced tea in my best feminine voice. She was very pleased with my choice and how I had ordered.

` Lunch was uneventful with one small exception. After Mom had paid the bill, I told her I had a minor problem. She sensed immediately my distress and led the way to the ladies' room. For a few brief seconds, I was reluctant to enter. Then I realized that, so far, no one had suspected I was anything other than a young lady. I went in and used one of the stalls. Mom gave me a quick explanation of how a woman handles her skirt and lingerie while having to relieve herself. I again followed her lessons perfectly. As I washed my hands, I checked my makeup. Mom smiled as I reached into my purse, removed my lipstick and applied it to my lips, carefully blotting the excess on a tissue.

After lunch, Mom took me to a cosmetics studio located nearby, where I had a professional makeover. Naturally, Mom bought quantities of all of the cosmetics used in my makeover so that I would have my own supply and not have to borrow from her. Also, I paid very close attention as the cosmetician explained the application and removal of each type of cosmetics. A shoe store was nearby and I got several pairs of shoes in various colors, styles and heel heights. I hinted at getting three or four-inch heels. Mom said that I could get those when I was older.

The rest of the day was spent at home, putting my new things away and receiving instructions in "Basic Girl 101." My every movement was scrutinized and comments were offered for my improvement. Whether it dealt with my posture, walking, talking, sitting or anything else associated with being a girl; Mom was there to offer guidance to her new daughter. Hair care lessons were also a part of the routine. That night, I put on a pink, satin, baby doll nightgown, a pink satin hair bonnet and went to bed. That night, my dreams were pleasant feminine ones.

A routine was quickly established. During the week, I would come home from school, change into Teri, do my schoolwork and then, if I had time, start dinner. After dinner, I would help clean up and then resume my Girl 101 classes with Mom. At night, I would put on a satin nightgown and go to bed. Weekends meant being Teri the entire time. It also meant dusting, vacuuming and other tasks associated with cleaning. All in all, I was enjoying being Mom's part-time daughter. I was also getting more and more skilled in doing my hair and makeup. The weeks between discovery day and Daughters' Day seemed to pass by quickly.

It was now Tuesday, the day before my big appearance with Mom on Daughters' Day. Mom had called earlier, telling me to make sure that I got my studies done and to not worry about fixing dinner. She said we would get something while we were out. When she got home, Mom made sure I looked nice and then told me to get my purse. When I looked at her quizzically, she said that she wanted her daughter to have her hair done for tomorrow. Her hair stylist knew of her son Terry. Mom had told her about Teri and the plans for Daughters' Day. The stylist was delighted with this and wanted Mom to bring me in for a new hairstyle. That was why we were going out this evening.

When I expressed a degree of concern about going into a decidedly feminine environment for a prolonged period of time, Mom assured me that her stylist, Alice, would be at the shop alone, as my appointment was after closing time. With that assurance, I was less apprehensive and suddenly was looking forward to my hair appointment with great eagerness and anticipation.

Mom parked right in front of the beauty salon. When we knocked on the door, Alice quickly admitted us. She smiled at me and said that Mom was giving her glowing reports about her daughter Teri. Alice said that she was pleased to finally meet me. I glanced around at the interior of the salon. Everything bespoke femininity from the pastel colors on the wall to the metal hooded hair dryers to the assortment of rollers, curlers and combs at the four styling stations.

Alice took me back to the shampoo area while Mom seated herself in the front to wait. After I was seated, Alice put a teal plastic shampoo cape over my body and fastened it at the neck. She leaned me back to the shampoo bowl. As my head rested in the neck support of the bowl, Alice wet my hair and applied shampoo. The gentle massage on my scalp felt wonderfully relaxing. A thorough rinsing, a conditioning of my hair and another rinse completed my time at the shampoo bowl. Alice wrapped my damp hair with a towel and led me to her styling station.

While she set my hair on rollers, Alice kept up a steady stream of conversation, asking me about Teri and if I was enjoying the new sensations and experiences. I assured her that it was great. Before I knew it, my head was covered with rollers and then a pink hairnet was tied in place. Alice took me to one of the dryers and had me sit in the chair while she adjusted the air temperature. Lowering the dryer hood, she smiled at me and handed me a ladies magazine to read. The warm air from the dryer felt good as I savored all of the pampering associated with my set.

I glanced up from the magazine once or twice and saw Mom and Alice talking. Mom was smiling as she looked at me, wearing a shampoo cape, sitting under a hair dryer. Before I knew it, Alice was coming over to see if I was dry. She lifted the dryer hood and felt m hair. Satisfied that I was dry, she had me follow her back to her styling station.

Alice again kept up a steady stream of conversation as she removed my rollers and styled my hair. She told me how cute I looked as Teri and how proud Mom was to have a daughter, even if only on a part-time basis. She brushed and teased my hair, using styling gel as she went. I was concentrating on Alice's conversation and barely noticed how my hairstyle was developing.

She combed some of my hair down over my forehead to give me bangs. Alice then liberally sprayed my new hairdo with hairspray. When she allowed me to look at myself, I saw a young girl wearing a shampoo cape to protect her pretty clothes. Her longish hair had been styled into a pretty pageboy with the ends flipped under. Bangs fell down over her forehead. I sat there in awe at the wonderful style that Alice had created for me.

She asked me if I liked it. All I could do was to nod my head. My voice failed me. Alice had taken my longish, hair and fashioned it into a very feminine style. She then asked if I would like to come in another time and have a perm and a frosting. I had regained enough of my wits and voice to say that I would really like to have my hair permed and frosted. She told me that, anytime I was ready, to let her know and she would set up an appointment for me.

After removing the shampoo cape, Alice gave me some pointers on taking care of my hair, especially for my big day tomorrow morning. "Be sure to wear a satin bonnet when you sleep. It will keep your hair neat. Tomorrow, when you bathe, use a shower cap to keep the moisture away from your hair. You don't want your set coming out before you can show it to the world, do you?" I assured Alice that I would follow her instructions completely. She also told me that light brushing and some hairspray would restore my new style.

Mom was beaming at me as I approached the front of the salon. Alice looked at her and said, "Sharon, your daughter is so precious. She even said that she would like to get a permanent and frosting sometime. You will be very proud of her tomorrow." Mom's smile grew bigger at Alice's comments. She paid for my appointment and left a nice tip also. Alice said that she hoped to see me soon. I thanked her for today and said I was looking forward to my next appointment.

We stopped for a light dinner before we went home. Over dinner, Mom and I talked about tomorrow. "You know, Teri, deep down I was really sad each time we had our annual Bring Your Daughters to Work Day. I saw all of the other women bringing their daughters and I wished that I had one to bring. Had I known earlier, I would have brought you with me years ago."

I did have one concern that I voiced as we rode. What about all of Mom's office mates? Didn't they know that Mom had a son and not a daughter? Mom assured me that only her Administrative Assistant knew about her son Terry. As she did not keep pictures on her desk of me, no one hardly knew of me, let alone my gender. Mom also assured me that she had talked with her A. A. earlier today, explaining everything. Carol, Mom's Assistant, understood and was very happy that Mom would be bringing her newly discovered daughter with her. She told me I had nothing to worry about with Carol. Carol would not be revealing my secret identity.

As it was late when we got home, Mom said that I should get right to bed. I agreed and went to my room to change. After removing everything but my panties, I put on a pink satin nightgown that flowed down my body, stopping at my knees. Just as I was reaching for my satin hair bonnet, Mom came in to say good night.

First, she went to my closet and got out my gray skirted suit, a gray satin blouse and my matching gray pumps. She told me that since that day she had found me wearing her gray suit, she had looked forward to the day that we would both wear gray for Daughters Day. This would be our mother-daughter outfits. After hanging everything on the outside of the closet door, Mom helped me into bed and tucked me in. She kissed me good night and I quickly fell asleep, dreaming all sorts of sweet feminine dreams about having my hair permed and frosted.

The next morning arrived all too quickly. Mom came in to make sure that I was awake. She was already dressed in her suit and blouse. Her hair and makeup were tastefully done. I was sent to take my bath. On the counter, I found a note telling me to use the new pink shower cap, which I did. I did not linger in my bath. After drying, I dusted myself with Mom's scented powder. Wrapping my towel around my body as I had seen Mom do, I was off to my room to get dressed.

Mom had laid out my white stain lingerie on the bed. Additionally, she had placed a sanitary pad there for my use. After putting everything on and properly tucking myself, I put on my blouse, skirt and pumps. Mom came in and helped me do my makeup and then watched as I brushed my hair and applied hairspray. My silver jewelry included clip-on earrings, a necklace, bracelet and ladies watch. Mom then sprayed some perfume on me so that I would enjoy a feminine scent all day.

After breakfast, Mom asked if I was really ready to go to work with her. I nodded and indicated that I was never more ready. Mom said that I looked like a true junior executive. Our matching purses were sitting near the door. Mom picked up her briefcase as well and out the door we headed. The trip from home to Mom's place of employment, the Power Apparel Company, was uneventful. This division of Power Apparel manufactured fine women's lingerie, especially satin lingerie. We passed through the gate and Mom pulled into her reserved parking place.

As we entered the building, we noticed other moms with their daughters. Some were dressed for office work; some were dressed to work in the factory. Before long, we were entering Mom's office area. All of her co-workers were already there. They soon spied us as we made our way toward Mom's main office. Carol was at her desk, busily working. She looked up and smiled at me as we entered.

Mom and I had barely seated ourselves when all of her co-workers appeared at her office door. Mom looked up at them, smiled and invited them into her office. "Ladies, I would like to introduce you to my daughter, Teri. This is the first year that schoolwork has not interfered with Teri coming to work with me."

All of the ladies smiled at me and greeted me politely. Carol looked at Mom and said, "Sharon, there would be no mistaking Teri for someone else's daughter. Teri truly looked like you, especially now in the way you both are dressed." Mom smiled while I blushed prettily. Soon, everyone had left except for Carol. She looked at me and told me how much Mom had wanted to bring her daughter to work with her. Carol was happy that Mom had this opportunity to bring me in and show me off. Her last comment to Mom was, "She's adorable. You never told me how cute your daughter really was." Needless to say, Mom was pleased with Carol's comments.

The rest of the morning was uneventful. I sat in the office watching as Mom handled her executive routine. We attended a meeting and I listened with rapt attention as Mom efficiently and quickly led the attendees through the day's agenda.

At lunch, all of the moms who had brought their daughters with them today gathered in the large Boardroom. There were about twenty young ladies present with their Moms. The company president greeted all of us and said she hoped each of us was enjoying this day at work with her Mom. In addition to a nice buffet lunch that the company had provided, the president told us that there was a nice gift pack of satin lingerie for each of us when we finished lunch.

I looked at Mom and asked how they would know the various sizes. Mom said that the company had to know, in advance, if you were bringing your daughter and what her sizes and favorite colors were so that they could have the gift packs ready for each of the daughters.

Throughout lunch, the president came over and talked to each of us. When she came to Mom and I, she welcomed me to Power Apparel and told me that she was glad to see me. She told me how important Mom was in the organization and asked if I was planning to follow in her footsteps. I said that I would like to follow in her footsteps if at all possible. The president smiled at me and then went on to the next mother-daughter pair.

After lunch, the president and her assistant handed out the gift packs. She explained that each gift contained two each of bras, panties, garter belts, slips and nightgowns. Naturally all were in satin and all were supposed to be the proper size. The sets were in our favorite colors. She thanked us all for coming and she hoped that we had enjoyed our stay. The president then said that all of the Moms could have the rest of the afternoon off at the company expense to be with their daughters.

As we left, the president shook hands with each of us. We were the last ones to leave. As I approached, she took my hand and said, "Teri, your Mom told you a little fib when she said that only her Administrative Assistant knew about your alter ego Terry. I also know about you both. Your Mom confided in me when she first discovered her new daughter. I am so happy that you came today. I know your Mom is ecstatic to have you here. You are a very pretty and attractive young lady and I hope to see you more often here with your Mom. You have an open invitation to come to work anytime, Teri, with your Mom. I hope that someday you will truly step into her heels and follow her example here at Power Apparel." With that, she reached out and gave me a big hug. As we were leaving, the president said, "I hope the lingerie fits. I know it will look nice on you. Enjoy it, Teri."

Mom and I went back to her office and got ready to leave. I went around to each of Mom's co-workers, thanking them for being so nice to me. They all told me it was a pleasure to meet Mom's nice daughter. Mom and I were beaming as we left and drove home. At home, I finally got to look at my gift pack. My satin lingerie was in pink and mint green. I hugged Mom and told her that I loved it.

That night, I put in my new mint green nightgown and my white satin sleep bonnet as I got ready for bed. Mom came in to kiss me good night. She told me how lovely I looked in mint green. I hugged her and thanked her for making this special day even so much more special. I then asked if Teri could continue to be a part of both of our lives. Mom responded, "I wouldn't have it any other way. I enjoy having my new daughter. Now, young lady, it is time for you to go to sleep after a very busy day. I love you. Good Night."

"Good night, Mom." I quickly drifted off, dreaming of my future adventures while I was dressed as Teri.

 

 

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