Dream 2: Out of the Blue                 by: Paul G Jutras

 

As John got up, he reached over and turned off his alarm clock. Laying with the covers covering him completely, he listened to the sound of his mother making breakfast downstairs. Knowing that his mom wouldn’t be walking in on him anytime soon, he kicked off his sheets and ran his nylon covered foot up his nylon covered leg.

"It snowed." John smiled as he swung his legs out of bed and walked over to the frosted window. A white blanket of snow covered the ground and the cold touch of the window made him glad to have the pantyhose fitted snugly on him.

As he sat on the bed, he slipped the hose off his legs and bundled it into a ball before putting it in his private hamper. Ever since he started doing his own laundry it was easy for him to hide his cross dressing habit. He then slipped into a pair of briefs and pulled out a fresh pair of hose until it fit snuggly about his crotch. He slid into a belted pair of pants and put a pair of wool winter socks over his nylon encased toes. "This should keep me plenty warm."

As John finished getting dress, he went downstairs and had breakfast of waffles and sausage and head headed off for the school bus that was arriving. John’s parents just smiled at one another as they watched their son leave.

A short time later, a pair of trucks pulled up in front of the house. A pair of big, brawny movers stepped out and started to unload the back. They were soon carrying a pink Sailor moon alarm clock, a canopied bed and a series of other furniture that brought odd smiles to that of John’s mom and dad.

When John got home from school, he passed his parents in the kitchen. They barely looked up from their coffee. John glanced puzzled for a second at why his father was home in the middle of the day and why they were drinking coffee at that time. He got his answer when he got to his room.

"Huh?" John said as his books slipped from under his arm and dropped onto a pink fuzzy rug. He looked at the floral wall paper and the canopied bed covered in Barbie bed sheets. His movie posters were replaced with pictures from Playgirl and cute male rock stars. His original G. I. Joe and Star Wars action figure collection that would help pay his way when he got to collage, was now replaced by a Barbie collection.

"What happened to all my stuff?" John said as he went to find make up over by the vanity and a stand up wardrobe filled with dresses and heels. He when over to his dresser and found it filled with bras, pantyhose. Another had the tanks tops and shorts he had often seen on many women at the mall.

"What do you think, honey?" His mom said as John turned around with his mouth dropped opened. He was totally speechless as his dad walked up behind her. He closed his mouth with concern.

"It’s alright." John dad said with a smile. "Mom decided to see if you had some dirty clothes the other day and found your little secret out. We had a little talk about it. We’ll love you no matter if you’re our son or our daughter."

"Th- Thanks." John said sniffling. "But this is all such a surprise. I always dreamed that you’d act like this. Always dreamed you’d take it this way."

Wiping away the tears, John watched as his mother went over to the wardrobe and pulled out a pretty blue dress with a red leather belt and matching red heels. "Why don’t you try this own and then come downstairs, Jane."

John only nodded as he took the dress and what his parents leave. Taking the dress to the bathroom, he hung it up behind the door and found a contain of NAIR waiting for him by the sink. He quickly sat stripped himself of his clothes and placed them in the hamper. He them sat down and began to apply the hair remover to his body. He never had much hair to begin with, but was glad to get rid of what he had.

After all the hair was washed off, he took out a pair of new panties and a patted bra. He slipped into a pair of hose and found they felt much better with his hairless legs. He thought maybe that evening he’d give his toes a paint job. He stepped into the dress and zipped it up from behind.

. He did a little twirl around and watched the end of it raise up as he did. He liked how his panties and hose made himself look sexless. Something the pleased him very much when went down stairs.

John’s mom giggled. "Wish I Christine see you now." She said as his dad looked out from behind his newspaper and then returned to his reading. "Maybe when your sister returns for winter break, you’ll be able to borrow one another’s clothes."

"But we’re hardly the same size." John said as he looked a look at himself.

"For now." His mother smiled. "But I made arrangements for you to start hormones on Monday. That will give you the weekend to get use to your new clothes in public."

After dinner time, he was laying on his bed in his new lace trim night gown and sticking cotton balls between his toes. He then dabbed red polish on each of the toes before stretching out and letting them dry while she was watching TV. Rolling over, she notice E-MAIL flashing on the computer screen.

Slipping off, he balanced on his heels and curled his drying toes up and he hobbled over and sat down at the computer. He was able to reply and tell his TS pen pal that he got started on his transition. He couldn’t be happier.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

 

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