Coming of Age

by Panty Girdle Kid

 

I can't help but admire how much David has come along in these last few months. He's now passing in public without any trouble whatsoever. Looking back on his first time out last summer, I probably rushed things a bit too much. I guess I was just a bit too keen to see him give it a go, and sending him out only a few days after buying him his first dresses and skirts (and without giving any consideration to important issues like hair and make-up) was probably a bit rash. He wasn't quite as convincing as I had hoped and attracted a bit more attention than I would have liked. I doubt if anyone really genuinely thought he was a boy, but he looked sufficiently odd to attract more than a few double takes. And the fact that, in the right light, the outline of his foundations did show through the lightweight dresses he was wearing didn't help. That would have attracted attention even if he had been a girl.

He knew it himself as well, and by the end of the first week he was begging not to have to go out a summer dress. Even though the weather was quite warm, I took pity on him and we went shopping for some new clothes. He seemed a bit taken aback when, at the department store, I took him to the ladieswear department. Where else did he expect us to go? After I had explained to the assistant what sort of thing we were looking for, I left him in her hands to be measured. We picked out a few items to see him through the rest of the week, and I sent him to the changing rooms to make sure everything fitted.

When I was younger, it had always given me a great thrill to go to the lingerie section, choose a girdle or corselette, then ask to use the changing rooms. The expressions on shop girls' faces when they realised I was buying corsetry for myself were priceless, as were their pathetic attempts to try to maintain eye contact and not look me up and down when I went back to the till to pay. Remembering this, I waited just long enough for David to have stripped down to his girdle and bra, then asked the assistant if she wouldn't mind going to check to see everything was ok. It had been a bit of a rough week, so I figured he could do with a lift to his spirits. I walked nonchalantly to where I would be able to get a glimpse into the changing room when the curtain was pulled back. The assistant was so taken aback at the nature of his underwear that it took her a couple of seconds to regain her composure and close the curtain behind her. As a result, I got a good look at David's face as he stood there in his foundations with one of his new skirts pulled halfway up. God, I wish I had had a camera!

Since then we've practiced with make-up, wasting a fortune in the process! However, with the guidance of articles in various women's magazines, he can now make an decent job of dolling himself up. He's got a talent for it - it is always subtle and never garish or over-the-top. I've also bought him a couple of wigs which he had some difficulty getting used to. Both are close to David's natural dark brown (or should I say brunette?) colouring, both shoulder length with one in a pony-tail. Over these last three months, I've insisted that, after school, he immediately dress fully - panties, girdle, stockings, bra, petticoat, skirt and top, shoes - do his make-up, put on a wig, and then spend the rest of the night as a girl, so that he could get completely used to it and be totally convincing. I'm proud to say that he is now almost unrecognisable from the gawky, self-conscious, androgynous kid who looked so awkward and uncomfortable in the summer. This last two weekends, I've taken him on day-trips so that he could have another try at passing in public. I conceded the point that it was silly to make him leave the house in a skirt where the locals might see him - that was another misjudgement on my part in the summer - so the procedure now is that he leaves the house in an old pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and, once we're far enough away, I drive into a layby where he goes into the back seat, strips down to his underwear and puts on his girl's clothes and his wig. Then he gets back in the front, does his make-up in the mirror, and we head back on our way.

I couldn't take my eyes off him yesterday as we started our Christmas shopping. He was wearing one of my favourites - a close-fitting black skirt with a mid-thigh hemline which really gives him a feminine shape. I walked a few steps behind him so that I could admire him - he looks so much older than 14 and, with the distinct curve of his hips, the small but noticeable bust (helped slightly with some new breast-forms), those big brown eyes and that beautiful long dark hair, I would defy anyone to think they were looking at anything other than one of the prettiest young girls they had ever seen. The only looks he attracts now are from young (and some not so young) men, and are a million miles from the curious stares he got a few short weeks ago. If only I had had a physique like his! I really hope he realises how lucky he is.

I now intend to make sure he dresses as often as possible from now on. Having taken things this far and with such success after a shaky start, it would be cruel beyond belief not to give him every possible opportunity to become Davina. It's now been nearly a year and a half since I made him put on his first panty girdle and now wearing a girdle has become so much a part of his life that it's unthinkable that he should ever be without one. Maybe in another few years, being dressed completely as a girl may also have become so natural that, when he's old enough to move into his own place (well away from anyone who knows him) he might want to make a new start and be Davina full-time. I know that it's a little premature to be thinking about such things, but I feel it's my obligation to give him the best possible start just in case.

 

 

 

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