A Feminine Reality

by Robbin Renee Wells

 

Part 3 - A New Life

 

"Lovely flowers, dear, but who's Michelle..." I heard as I quickly opened my eyes and looked up to see my mother caressing the vase of flowers on the living room table.

It was late Sunday evening and I had fallen asleep on the couch, while watching television. I thought that I might still be asleep, or, at least, hoping that I was still asleep, as the words registered in my mind. But as I slowly sat up on the sofa, I knew that I wasn't. I saw her reading the card in the flowers that Josh had brought over last night and quickly searched in my mind for an explanation.

"Wh...what flowers, Mom." I said as I rubbed my eyes, not knowing what to say.

"These, of course, silly. And, the card reads, for Michelle. Who's that..." She inquired.

As I sat there trying to think of a rational explanation, my mind was blank. But as I looked at my mom, she didn't appear angry, just curious. She continued to hold the card and admire the flowers, as I struggled with an idea.

"Oh those, flowers. No big deal. I had a date set for last night and bought the flowers. But she canceled at the last minute." I said and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well you have good taste, dear. I'm so sorry that it didn't work out, but I don't think that I've met any girls named Michelle. You'll have to bring her over some time. So how was the rest of the weekend..." She continued.

I was so relieved to have jumped that unexpected hurdle, as I couldn't have handled a complete disclosure at that moment. I knew that it would come up some day, but not now. As my nerves began to relax, I began to smile at the irony in what she had said. Almost like some play from english class, I thought.

But as my mom continued to describe her weekend, I suddenly became very nervous and a bit uncertain about the thoroughness of my makeup removal.

"That's great, Mom. But I'm really tired and..." I said, as I started to get up off the couch.

"I know, Michael. I'm sorry, but we really had such a good time...but anyway, get to bed, dear." She smiled.

With that I quickly got up from the couch and headed into the bathroom. After a thorough check of my face and nails, I bushed my teeth and retreated into my bedroom. As I laid in bed, I had difficulty in getting to sleep, but finally managed to put the anxious thoughts of disclosure and the sudden awakening of the evening out of my mind and again, fall asleep.

It was the final two weeks of school and they were filled with parties and other activities concerning graduation. Neither myself or Josh had much time alone, and so any thoughts of Michelle, were tabled for the moment. However, as we went about our normal activities, we did talk about our last experience, and I could sense an aspect of his demeanor and smile that I had never noticed. I could also notice a certain softness in my own demeanor that I had to continously guard against, at least on the outside.

Despite the ever increasing confusion about my own persona, and my mom's continual reminders that I had to get a job for the summer, I was determined to experience other aspects of my life, as Michelle. Over the course of the two weeks, I had noticed that the pool at our complex had opened and that sent my mind into another series of ideas.

Unlike the months preceding my initial adventure, the two week period prior to graduation, went by quickly. As I said, it was filled with parties and other activities that required my, to that point, normal exterior, and there wasn't much time to be alone, or Michelle. Although, I kept thinking of new adventures, the time seemed to fly.

Then it was the Monday following graduation, and I got up early to make some coffe for my mom, before she went to work. For once, I thought of how nice that would be, and my mom agreed, as I opened the morning paper at the kitchen table.

"You didn't have to get up and make coffe, Michael." She said.

"No problem, Mom." I replied.

"But don't think that it gets you out of getting a job for the summer, and I hope that you're reviewing the classified ads. In fact, you ought to talk to Josh, he has a job with a landscaping crew for the summer." She said as she sipped the remainder of her coffee.

"I know, Mom. I'll try." I mumbled, as I sat and thought about how I didn't think that a landscaping job was quite the position that I was interested in for the summer.

"Well, good luck and the coffe was great, dear." She said quietly as she got up and kissed my forehead.

"See you, tonight, and..."

"I know, get a job." I said and smiled, as she smiled back and left for work.

When I was sure that she had left, I quickly went to the bathroom and took a nice long shower. As I hadn't had much time in the past couple of weeks to shave, I again, shaved my entire body. Although there wasn't much there, this time I had to be sure that my body was soft and smooth. As I got out of the shower and dried off, the tingling sensation returned. Although it had only been two weeks, it seemed somewhat longer since I had spent more then a few thoughts thinking of being Michelle.

I went to the vanity, shaved my face (again, not much there, but wanted to be sure) and started my makeup. Again, a light foundation, masscara, blush and light, the rose colored lip gloss. I went into my bedroom and put on my favorite gold, broad band, necklace and several gold rings and bracelets. I also put my favorite watch on my left wrist. Then I slipped a tight wig cap over my head and then my long, reddish, brown wig up over my head. I returned to the bathroom and brushed out my hair and then I slipped into a pair of pink, satin, bikini panties, followed by my favorite robe. I grabbed the matching rose colored nail polish that I had worn before and went out into the living room to do my nails.

When I was done with my nails, I poured another cup of coffe and watched a couple of morning programs. I knew that the pool didn't open until eleven and had lots of time to spare. It was a very nice, early summer, morning and the weather portion of the programs promised sun and high seventies. Great, I thought, as I slowly walked back into my bedroom and opened my latest internet purchase.

It was a dark blue, one piece, bathing suit, and I was thrilled with the look, even the little Speedo logo in light blue was just perfect, I thought. Then I slipped out of the robe and panties and slid the bathing suit up over my legs and little behind, making sure to tuck very tightly. I took a piece of surgical tape and pulled the little flesh between my breasts together and slid the shoulder straps, up over my shoulders. I slid my breast forms into each side and quickly tip toed into my mother's bedroom.

Once more, I stood in front of her dressing mirror and posed and looked from all angles. It was great, I thought as the suit had a high rise around the hips and a low cut in back. It only covered my little behind and showed all of my legs, plus a bit of cleavage from below the scoop front. Once again, I could also see the semblance of cleavaga and a small nipple in the center of each breast. It was very secure, but left enough room for a little bounce as I would walk back and forth.

I was completely Michelle, again, I thought, as I tip toed over to my mother's closet and pulled out her, dark blue, three inch heeled, slides. I slid my feet into the shoes, while standing up and went back over in front of the mirror. Wow, what a soft bounce I could feel in both my little behind and my small breasts. I was totally tingling, as I posed and walked back and forth.

It was almost eleven, so I went back into my bedroom and put on my white, cotton, oxford style, blouse on over the suit. It was a bit oversized and made a really nice combination, I thought, as I pulled the collar up under my hair. Again, I went into the bathroom and redid my hair and lip gloss. Then one more check in front of the dressing mirror.

As I stood and stared, the tensions were mounting again. I mean, this was definitely the most provocative look I had created, at least for public viewing. But I also felt so sexy and wanted others to see me. It was another aspect of life, as Michelle, I thought, as I decided to go to the pool.

I returned to my room and grabbed a pair of large round sunglasses and a book. As I walked out to the living room I took a beach towel out of the hallway closet. In the living room, I grabbed my house keys from the serving table against the wall and took one final look in the mirror above the table. I smiled and then puckered and the decided that it was time to get a some sun.

As I reached for the front door handle, I again, made sure that I had my house keys, and then, without hesitation, opened the front door and walked out. As I closed the front door, I felt a totally new sensation, as the breeze in the walkway swept against my uncovered legs. It was great and then when I reached the stairwell, I could begin to feel the warm sun.

Walking down the stairs, I held the railing lightly and looked down at my painted toes. I was getting a bit apprehensive as I reached the sidewalk and the sound of the click of the heels on the asphalt heightened the anxieties, as I walked across the parking lot. But with a firm determination and a soft sway and light bounce I headed to the swimming pool.

When I got to the pool, I noticed that I was the first person there, and that made me relax a bit. I opened the gate and walked inside, I had my choice of any lounge chair and took the one nearest the gate. As I laid down my blanket and smoothed it out. I heard a voice.

"Morning, ma'm." I heard as I straightened up.

"Morning." I mumbled in reply.

It was one of the maintenance men, just finishing the cleaning of the pool for the morning, and as I straightened up and turned around I could notice his eyes move from my little behind to my breasts. That, along with the greeting, made me smile as I replied and then sat on the lounge chair. I slid off the shoes and swung my legs onto the chair. As I leaned back onto the back of the chair, I opened my book and pretended to read. However, I was too excited to read. I felt so great and the warm sun, felt so nice. I went back and forth with my legs completely down to pulling my feet up and bending my legs at the knees. After a while, I decided that it was getting warm, so I took off my blouse.

Then, after about a half hour or so, I noticed the first person, other then myself enter the pool area. As I sat there pretending to read, with my feet up and my legs bent at the knees, I watched as the middle aged man walked past my chair and smiled. Again, I noticed his eyes peruse my body and that made me smile back. He seemed nice, fairly attractive, about fifty or so, with gray hair and a rather nice build. The attention was getting me so excited, I couldn't believe it, I was just a young girl sitting by the pool.

Over the next hour or so, several other men and women entered the pool area, and without exception, at least concerning the men, they all smiled and said hello or good morning, and each man gave me the same perusal. It made me feel so nice and I also noticed that my suit and appearance was quite similar to the other ladies at the pool.

I sat there and watched the other people. Then for some reason, I noticed that I was starting to look at the men and their various builds. There were two middle aged men, in bikini brief type swimming suits with rather nice builds, and I started staring through my sunglasses at their bodies. I didn't know why, but I started staring at their briefs and imagining what was underneath. Cute, I giggled to myself, as I also noticed that I was becoming quite aroused.

Oh no, I thought, that just might be a problem, as I crossed my legs and started thinking about what was happening. As I calmed down, I also noticed that I was really getting warm and that I was beginning to sweat. The wig and the makeup only permitted a couple of hours, so I decided to leave.

I sat up and slid my blouse up over my shoulders, I slipped into the slides and stood up. I bent over and picked up my towel. Then as I stood up and started walking over to the gate, I noticed several of the men watching me leave. I loved the looks and smiled back, again glance at the sheer suits in return.

I got home at about two and decided that I had better get changed. So I got undressed and hopped into the shower. As I let the warm water flow across my body, I felt so nice and soft and relieved that I had accomplished another experience. Then, for the first time, I seriously thought that I could maybe do this all the time. But that brought back another area of anxiety, thinking about telling and, more importantly, introducing my mother to Michelle. I quickly put those thoughts out of my mind and got out of the shower.

After a quick sandwich, I fell asleep on the couch, and again woke up as my mom got home. We had a light dinner together, and I explained that I hadn't done much about a job today, but that tomorrow would be different. She really didn't but me much about it that night and even agreed that maybe I should take a few days and just relax.

About eleven that evening I went to bed and thought about just relaxing for the next few days. A wonderful idea, I thought as I fell asleep.

Just as my mom, had mentioned for the next three days, I did just that, relax each day by the pool, as Michelle. I dressed, pretty much the same each day and the same routine. Then as I stepped out of the shower on Thursday, I noticed a very distinct tan line forming, as I stared into the mirror. At first it made me very nervous, but after a bit of posing, I noticed how much more feminine it made me look and feel. It even made my breasts seem a bit larger, I thought, and definitely outlined my hips and behind, making them stand out a bit more. It was subtle, but noticeable.

Oh well, I couldn't remember the last time that I had gone swimming, or any other activity that required no shirt or little clothing, with my mom. So I started to delight in the development of the tan, and decided that I liked it.

Then on Friday, the forecast was for cooler temperatures and overcast skies. So, after my mom left for work, I decided to do some shopping at my favorite mall, and maybe even visit Cindy at the small lingerie boutique, where I had bought my corset. She was so nice, I thought, as I went through my morning ritual of change. I mean, I might even be able to be open with her, as I recalled her last comment, and a female friend was something that I had wanted for such a long time.

I dressed in a pair of jeans and a soft, white, short sleeved blouse, that I borrowed from my mother's closet. I again wore my dark brown, ankle strap, open toed, three inch, sandals and my reddish, brown wig.

I had thought about not wearing any hose, but decided to slide a pair of nude pantyhose over the beige panties, that matched my bra. Again, the gold necklace, rings, bracelets and watch, settled the look.

It was about, my favorite starting time, eleven, when I first walked out into the living room. I picked up my brown leather purse and slid the strap over my shoulder. I slid on my sunglasses and I was ready to leave. Making sure that I had my car and house keys, I walked over to the front door and turned the knob. As I walked out and pulled the door closed, I felt so great. It was as if I was getting so used to being a girl. I loved it, I thought, as I again lightly held the railing, slowly walking down the stairs.

As I drove out of the parking lot, I again, felt the smooth feeling of my arms against my breast forms. It was great and this time I didn't even get nervous at the stop lights. I loved the feeling of my hose against my jeans and the look of my toes, as I slid my legs out of the car, after I parked at the mall.

I stood up, closed the door and locked the car. As I slowly walked across the parking lot and into the mall, I again, watched the occassional looks of several men and smiled back. Then as I approached the entrance to my favorite large department store (at least by way of an entrance to the mall), a man slipped ahead of me and opened both of the doors. I smiled and thanked him, as I was again, totally tingling and feeling so soft and completely feminine.

Although the clicking noise of my heels on the tile floors inside the store, drew my attention again, I felt different. Instead of apprehension, I felt comfortable and there was no thought of hesitation. Of course, as I said, I still felt that tingling sensation, but also a certain confidence, that made me relax a bit and allowed me the confort to enjoy the moments and feeling.

Within fifteen minutes I was approaching the entrance to the lingerie boutique. I became a bit nervous with the idea of revealing my identity and the realization that I hadn't even thought about how to approach Cindy. But there was no hesitation, as I decided to rely on spontaneity.

As I walked into the boutique it seemed quite busy for the noon hour. I saw Cindy, but she seemed preoccuppied with a middle aged lady going through the wide variety of panty and bra sets on display. I casually wondered about the store and then found myself flipping through the sexy corsets hanging on display.

"May I help you, dear." I heard from behind me. I turned around recognizing the voice and saw Cindy standing right in front of me.

"Yes, you can, Cindy." I said as I smiled.

"Uhm, I apologize, but I don't believe that we've ever met before. I mean I usually remember my customers, and again, I apologize if I've forgotten, but..." She responded.

"Well, maybe I can help you..." I said without realizing that she might not recognize me.

"Do you have any white corsets, with lace trim and pink bows at the breast line and garters..." I smiled.

"I don't believe so, at least not in your size. I sold the last one about three weeks ago to a young...Oh my...I can't believe it...is it really...you look great. I mean I thought that you would look good, but you look absolutely amazing..." She continued as she walked around me, looking from head to toe.

"Thanks, Cindy, and yes, it is me." I said as I began to blush and feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear, please relax. I'm so glad that you decided to come back. Especially as...so what is your name, dear." She asked, as she held my hand in hers.

"Uhhmmm, so soft." She added, as she rubbed my hand and smiled at me.

"I'm Michelle." I answered and started to relax a bit.

"So very nice to meet you, Michelle. Are you shopping or just looking today...Oh, by the way, I hope that you liked the corset and hose. Would love to see you with those on, dear." She said and giggled.

"I'm just mainly looking today and wanted to come by and say thanks." I responded.

"Of course...my pleasure and I am so glad that you stopped in...You look great and obviously much more advanced than I imagined." She said, smiling.

Then, not wanting to stope chatting, I had a thought.

"Well, if you've got a computer, I can show you. How the corset fit, I mean. Just a couple of photos on the website I've started." I suggested.

"I'm really busy today...but what the heck, sure I'd love to see. Lets go in back." Cindy said, as she smiled and led me into a back room.

It was a small office area where she obviously did the management side of things for the boutique. We walked over to a computer and Cindy logged onto the internet. Then I walked over and typed in the url. As the site came up, I went to the page that had several of the photos that Josh and I had taken that Saturday night.

Then I stepped back and let Cindy review the photos.

"Simply amazing, Michelle. Possibly good enough to use in a display...but don't worry...I wouldn't, unless...hey, mind if I look at the rest of your photos..." She asked.

"Of course, go ahead. But there aren't that many." I replied.

As Cindy sat there for more than a few moments, looking at the other photos on my site, I noticed her more then curious attention. Her further comments also reflected her attention.

"I see that you have been expressing your femininity for quite some time, Michelle. Very convincing. In fact, more than just convincing. Hey, how serious are you about being Michelle..." She said, logging off the computer and swiveling around in her chair to face me.

"I'm not sure what you mean. But I've just been doing what I enjoy. I mean the last few months I've wanted more and more to be out and experience as much as possible, as Michelle. I know that it may sound strange, but I've just been taking it one aspect at a time and have really just started to get comfortable. I mean, I'm still me." I said.

"Not strange at all and you may be changing more than you realize...You know, I meant what I said a couple of weeks ago, but you seem as if you are a bit more than just curious about the feeling of the clothing." Cindy said.

"You're definitely right about that, Cindy." I said as I giggled a bit.

"Look at that, you even giggle softly...So are you living full time, I mean, as Michelle..." She inquired.

"No...I mean I would love to try it, not have to change all the time...and just experiment and see how it went. But that would take a lot of..." I started.

"Coming out and introducing more then just a manager of a boutique to Michelle." She stated, not letting me finish my last sentence.

"Yes." I said.

"So does anyone else know..." She asked.

"Just my best friend, Josh." I said.

"So how did, I mean is he still your friend..." She again, asked.

"Maybe more than just a friend." I replied, without thinking about what I was saying. It was just so nice to be able to be completely open.

"Oh, I see. You just may be changing more than you realize, Michelle." Cindy said as she smiled.

"Hey, I just got an idea. Maybe I can help provide a new experience for you and you could really help me out today." She said.

"Sure, how..." I asked.

"Well, one of the girls called in and quit this morning without any warning. So I had to call in another girl who was supposed to be off today and has to leave by one. I was just thinking that, if you have the time, maybe you could fill in just for the afternoon, until five or so. Interested..." Cindy asked as she smiled at my reaction.

"I would love to, if you think, I would be alright..." I said without thought or hesitation.

"Alright, I think that you will do wonderful, Michelle. Now lets see. Have to loose the jeans." She commented, as she stood up from the chair and went through some merchandise in the office.

"What do you mean, by loose the jeans..." I asked.

"Oh don't worry, but this is a lingerie boutique. Although I don't require the girls to wear real formal or dressy attire, I do try to encourage a nice, softer appearance. I'll be right back, and please the jeans, dear." She said, as she walked out of the office.

I sat down in the computer chair, laid down my purse and sunglasses and undid the ankle straps of my heels. I slipped both shoes off and slid out of my jeans, leaving me sitting in the chair in my blouse, panties and hose. Now I was definitely getting nervous again.

Within five minutes, Cindy came back with a pair of short, tan cotton shorts. She handed them to me and I hesitated but then stood up and slipped them up my legs. As I did the front clasp and zipped the zipper from the side, Cindy smiled.

"Don't worry, Michelle, its only us two girls. I guess that you've never been in a dressing room before." She said, as she again smiled.

Then she handed me a pair of dark brown suspenders and helped me affix them to the shorts. As I again sat down to put my heels back on, she told me to come out when I was ready and try to hurry. I redid the ankle strap of each heel and then stood up. Suddenly my legs, from just below my hips all the way down to my toes, were completely bare and open. I felt so nervous, as I approached the door to the office.

As I opened the door, there were a number of customers directly in front of me. I couldn't go back, or close the door, now. So I quickly walked to the check out counter, where Cindy was located. She showed me to a display area near the entrance to the boutique and showed me how to lay out the inventory in the display. It was a hosiery display, and there were boxes of pantyhose, thigh highs and garter belts, that needed to be laid out for the display.

Despite being quite self conscious, I started to relax and after a while didn't even think about how I was dressed. Although the more than occassional stare of the men passing by in the mall, reminded me. After a couple of hours, I was taking the empty boxes to the back of the store, when I middle aged woman approached me.

"I noticed that you were working in the display, dear, and just wanted to ask you a question." She said.

"Of course, ma'am. If I can help" I responded.

"Well, I just wanted to ask which brand you prefer. I mean, I assume that you are wearing one of the brands and I must say that they look great, dear." She said.

"Thank you, ma'am." I said as I led her back to the display and helped her choose several pair of hose.

I was totally thrilled when the lady thanked me and walked over to the check out counter. I couldn't believe it, I was really at work, and enjoying every minute of it.

Finally it was almost five and I walked over to the check out counter to tell Cindy that I had to leave.

"Cindy, I'm sorry, but its almost five, and I've got to get home." I softly said to her, as she checked out the last customer in line.

"If you can wait a minute, I would really love to talk with you, Michelle." She replied.

"Sure, I'll wait in the office for you and get changed." I said.

"Great, I'll be back in a minute, dear." She said, as she smiled.

I went back into the office and changed back into my jeans. As I was sitting in the computer chair redoing my shoes, Cindy entered.

"Michelle, I just wanted to say thanks, and that you did a wonderful job today. I mean, I wish that I could pay you, but you're not on the payroll. However, here's a gift certificate, that I hope that you use and you can take the shorts and suspenders with you, if you like." Cindy said.

"Thanks, Cindy, and you don't have to pay me, it was great, just wish that I could stay a bit longer." I said.

"Well, Michelle, I wasn't sure whether you enjoyed today, but having said that, I've got a proposition for you. I know that you're just starting, and not sure about living full time, so if you have any hesitation, just tell me. But I do need another girl at the moment...and if you might be interested...I saw how you did today, and you were a natural. I mean I can see you're interest in the inventory and you have a nice way with the customers." She said, as I started to stand up and slid my purse over my shoulder.

"Wow, I'm really flattered, Cindy. But I don't think that I could get changed back and forth so often, or that I could keep it...well you know secret." I said.

"You couldn't, Michelle, and I wouldn't want you to. If you did take the job, it would require you to live full time, or at least, ninety percent of the time, as you are now. I mean you just can't change completely so much and as the summer progresses you won't want to wear a wig and/or so much makeup. Also I would require you to definitely tell you're family." She responded.

"Its just my mom, Cindy, but she doesn't know and I'm just not sure about how..." I started.

"How she'll take it, you mean. I can understand that, but for a number of reasons, I would require that she know what you were doing. Besides, to work everday, would require you to live full time, or, as I said, at least ninety percent of the time as you are now. I mean there is no way you could keep it secret from you're mother. Also if anything happened, she has to know and, Michelle, I think that she deserves to know." Cindy interrupted.

"Maybe you're right, Cindy. But I'm not sure right now. I mean I would love to work here as I am now, but..." I mumbled.

"Hey, I know, Michelle, think about it. I don't need to know until Monday, and unless you're sure...well I appreciate today and you can stop by anytime. Now get going or your mother may meet Michelle sooner then you think." Cindy said and leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Cindy." I said as I held her hand, pulled back and walked out of the office. As it was past five, I quickly walked through the mall and through the parking lot to my car. The entire drive home, all I cold think of was what I wanted to do, and whether I could do it.

But when I got home I quickly walked in the door and put my purse down on the serving table. I stood and stared into the mirror, thinking that I should stay dressed and introduce Michelle tonight. But I decided that discretion took more time and so I undressed and took a shower. I decided that I had to take more time and think about things.

After my shower and a quick bite to eat, I retreated to my bedroom, before my mom got home. Despite the early hour, I just had to go to bed and think. So I slipped into bed wearing just the beige panties that I had worn all day and a tshirt. As I laid in bed, I tossed and turned with the thoughts of what I wanted to do, but also with the unanswerable questions of how best to explain. After about two hours or so, I heard my mom come in, and I turned back into my pillow and tried to sleep. However, despite my fatigue, it took at least another two hours before I slowly fell asleep.

When I got up Saturday morning, it was just past eight, and I could smell the coffee brewing, which meant that my mom was already awake. So I put on a pair of flannel pajama pants and slowly walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen.

"Morning, dear. Sorry I got home so late." My mother said, as I saw her sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper.

"That's allright, mom." I replied.

As I said that, I continued into the kitchen and then suddenly noticed my purse sitting in the middle of the kitchen table. Oh my...I thought...as I stood still, knowing that I couldn't keep making excuses and watched as my mother folded her paper and set it on the table.

"Sit down, Michael, I think that we need to talk." She said, as she also got up and poured another cup of coffee.

As I sat down, she began.

"You know that I have repeatedly told you that I don't want any girls in the house when I'm not home. And I can only assume that this purse was forgotten by your last date...Michelle, I guess..." She inquired.

"It is Michelle's mom." I replied without another thought.

I guess that the time had come and although my feelings started to well up inside, I just couldn't keep hiding my real persona.

"It's not what you think, Mom." I mumbled, looking down.

"Oh really, young man." She said.

"Just look inside, Mom." I asked.

With that she unzipped the purse and found my keys and wallet.

"So, Michael, what are your keys and wallet doing in this purse, and the lip gloss and..." She said, and looked at me.

"I'm Michelle, Mom." I blurted out and with that I started to cry uncontrollably. I didn't know why, but I just did and my mom just sat and stared.

Then after a few moments she pulled her chair next to me and hugged me.

"Don't cry dear, but I need to know." She whispered.

"I know, and I've wanted to tell you for so long, Mom, really..." I cried.

"I mean, I've always known that you have tried on my hose and panties, but I thought it was just a curiousity..." She said.

"You knew..." I replied.

"Of course, dear, but I didn't want to embaress you." She said.

With that I just put my head into her shoulder and cried even more.

"Its more then that, Mom." I whispered.

"I can see, dear. Hey look at me." She said, as she pulled me closer and kissed my forehead.

"Whatever, we can work it out." She insisted.

With that I sat back and told her of my recent adventures and my desire to be a girl. I left out the adventures with Josh, as I knew that was a bit too much. But otherwise, I told her about going out shopping and to the pool.

"I've even been offered a job at a boutique, Mom. As Michelle, that is." I said.

"Oh, Michael, really now, I can't believe that. It must have been a joke. I mean I hate to disappoint you, but playing around with clothing and going out and not being noticed as a boy dressed as a girl is one thing, but actually doing it on a daily basis and being a girl in real life...Well I'm not so sure that you would like it or that you...

"That I can do it, is what you mean, Mom." I said and suddenly realized that it was time to show my mother that it was beyond just getting all dressed up and acting like a boy dressed up like a girl.

"Want to see, Mom." I suggested.

"Well alright, if you want to dear." She said, as she again kissed my forehead.

With that, I became quite determined and quickly went into the bathroom and took a long, warm shower. I did my nails and makeup in the bathroom and slid into my bedroom when I knew that my mom was in the kitchen still cleaning up the dishes.

Inside my bedroom, I got dressed in a pair of white satin panties and matching bra. Then I slid a pair of off white hose up my legs and my usual jewelry, and breast forms. I took out a wig cap and the reddish, brown wig and slipped them over my head. I brushed out the wig in my bedroom and then put on the short, tan sweater dress that I had bought earlier in the year and the three inch, dark brown, suede pumps. As I slid the dark brown, leather belt around my waist, I felt so anxious.

I opened the door to my room and walked out into the living room, where my mom was waiting.

As I got to the end of the hallway, I noticed my mom, look up from the television and just stare.

"Oh my...I can't believe it...please come here, dear." She said, as she stood up from the sofa.

"Its still me, Mom." I said, as I blushed, with her looking me up and down.

"Turn around, Mi...I mean, Michelle...please..." She said, with fascination.

"I can't believe it. I never would have recognized you...I mean you're so very pretty, dear..." She continued.

"Thanks, Mom...I hope that you're not disappointed." I said, and sat down on the love seat.

"I'm not disappointed with Michelle, at all, Michael, and I can definitely see that it's more than just the curious playing with clothing that I had imagined. I mean, you might just be able to...Oh, but I'm just not so sure about this and...well its more than just a day here or an outing there...the job, I mean and where its going, dear." She said as she continued to look up and down my whole body and make me walk back and forth.

"I'm not either, Mom..." I replied.

And with that response, I just knew that it was time to keep going and explain to her more about the job offer and my secret desire to live totally as a girl.

"I mean, I would really like to try this and I really feel quite comfortable with Cindy and working there, Mom." I said.

"Oh, Mi...I mean Michelle, I just don't know..." She replied.

"Please, Mom." I exclaimed.

"Well, maybe we should go out first and let me see you in public...I mean you are quite convincing in your appearance, here, but I'm not so sure about how completely comfortable you are out...Maybe we could go to the mall and meet this Cindy person and while there I could see for myself how well you do in public...But are you really sure, dear..." She inquired.

"For once, I am, Mom. I mean, I've gotten this far. Here's the number to the boutique. Please call, Cindy and lets go." I said as I watched my mother pick up the phone and call the boutique.

I smiled a bit as I listened to the conversation and heard my Mom say that we would be there in an hour or so.

"Look at that, you even smile like Michelle." She said, as she hung up the phone and smiled back.

We both got our purses and walked out the front door. Luckily there was no one around that afternoon and we walked out to my mother's car without any greetings.

As we drove to the mall, my mother kept saying how lucky we were that no one else had seen us leave, as she hadn't thought about the idea of how to introduce me or what she would say.

When we got to the mall, we parked and walked across the parking lot. As we did, I could notice my mother walking behind me and watching my every step. She was also looking at how I acted, as other people walked by and their responses. This continued all the way through the mall, until we got to the entrance of the boutique.

Then I saw Cindy at the front desk and I waved and she got another girl to take over for her at the counter. She came right out and greeted us.

"Hi, I'm Cindy, and you must be Michelle's mother. So glad to meet you." She said, smiling.

"Hi, Cindy, and this is my mom..." I replied and watched as my mother shook her hand and Cindy led us back to the office.

Once inside the office, Cindy invited my mother to sit in the one chair, as she explained what the job entailed and her insistance on my honesty. In response to my mom's continued inquiries, she continued to explain that it wasn't a joke and that she was quite serious.

"I mean, I don't mean to meddle, and I'm really sorry, if don't approve of my allowing Michelle to work a bit yesterday, or my job offer. But we occassionally get people in all stages of transition in here and I can only say that I've noticed that denial and suppression leads to greater insecurity and unhappiness. But that's just my observation, and, again, I apologize...but you do have a lovely and very responsible child..." She said.

"I know and you don't have to apologize, Cindy. I can see that it's Michelle and not you, that has gotten to this stage. Well, dear...its your choice." I heard my mother say, as she smiled.

With that we completed the necessary application paperwork, that was filled out in my male name. Cindy assured my mother that such would stay with her and that, although, my paychecks would be made out to Michael, that only she would know. Then the conversation shifted to the pragmatics of my experience.

"I know, she can't keep wearing a wig and/or shaving, ever so slightly, day in and day out..."Cindy explained as she smiled.

"I know of a great salon down the corridor of the mall and I'll make the arrangements. I think that a waxing of her face, nails and hair would get us started. Should last for several weeks and then we can take it from there..." Cindy told my mother.

"Well, her real hair, is sort of short, but getting a bit longer and I bet that a short perm would look nice." My mother replied, smiling at me.

After another few minutes and a couple of phone calls, Cindy explained that I would start a week from the following Monday and that I had an appointment at the Salon the following Saturday morning, early, before they opened for regular business. She also explained that during the next week I couldn't shave, so that the waxing would be effective.

It was about an hour later, that we walked out of the boutique and my mother suggested that we sit in the food court and talk.

"Are you sure, Michelle..." She asked.

"I am, Mom, and please don't be so worried." I replied.

"I think, that I'll be fine." I added.

"I know, Mi...Michelle, but this is a totally new thing that you're getting into. I do like Cindy, though and she is quite thorough and professional..."

After she said that, we hugged and then talked about how we had to do some shopping and I agreed to pay for it on advance of my summer job. So we did just that and spent the next two hours going from store to store buying everything from several dresses, skirts and blouses to bras, panties and hose, shoes and even more accessories, rings, bracelets, necklaces and even a cute little, gold anklet and a couple of gold toe rings. I was having a great time and started to notice a certain empathy for my emotions by my mother. She wasn't just watching how I walked and moved anymore, but rather what I said and how I reacted.

Then as we walked out of the mall, carrying our purchases, my mother stopped on the sidewalk.

"I can see that this is much more than just a curious fascination, dear...and I just want my child to be happy...and safe..." She said, with tears in her eyes and hugging me.

"I am, Mom..." I replied with tears in my eyes, hugging my mother for the first time as her daughter.

When we got home, again, we didn't see anyone that we knew, as we walked from our car to the door. When my mom closed the front door, we both sighed a big relief and sat down on the sofa. Again, my Mom, looked at me and gave me a big hug and another kiss on the cheek.

"One more thing, Mi...I mean, Michelle...I love you, dear." She said, as I smiled.

"I know, Mom." I replied.

Then I got up off the sofa and took my new clothes back into my bedroom. The rest of the night, I redid my entire room and took all of my old clothes and put them into the back of my closet and/or into two drawers in my dresser. I was thrilled putting my new lingerie into the top two drawers of my dresser and hanging my new dresses, skirts and blouses in the front of my closet. It was even more exciting as I placed my new shoes in a row at the bottom of the closet. I was so pleased, with the look.

After a couple of hours on the internet, I curled up in bed. I felt so great, and I didn't know if it was the new life that I had decided upon or the being completely open with my real persona. Anyway, it all felt so right, I thought, as I drifted into a sound sleep.

The next week seemed to drag by, as I couldn't do anything outside. Although, it took until Thursday for me to feel any type of hair on my face, I just couldn't imagine going out. Also my mother had brought up the additional issue of opening up to our best friends. That being Josh and his mother. I told my mother that Josh already knew, but not about us going out together. She couldn't believe that he had caught me coming home the one day and that we had talked things through. She was totally amazed, as we spoke one evening at the kitchen table.

"You mean, he knows." She said.

"Yes, Mother. I mean he was surprised, I think, at first, but we talked about it and we worked it out. I think. Or at least we're still friends." I replied.

"Mi...Michelle, he's not interested or..." She questioned.

"Oh, mother, of course not, we're just best friends." I said and suddenly her frightened curiosity, turned to another smile.

For some reason I had started calling my mom, mother. I wasn't quite sure why, but it seemed to fit.

"Well, I'm not so sure how his mother will respond." She added.

"I know." I said.

Finally, the long awaited Saturday morning arrived, and I was up and ready to go to the mall. I had packed a small bag full of underwear, shoes and accessories and had a skirt and blouse on hangers, ready to go, as my mom got ready to go. I was dressed in my usual jeans and tshirt and sneakers, as we left that morning, knowing that I would be returning, a bit different.

It was only a bit after eight, when we left and, again, didn't see anyone on the way out. The drive to the mall was quite uneventful and just a bit of small talk, about what to wear and where my mother would meet me, after my session at the salon.

When we drove into the mall parking lot, I noticed that the lot was empty and that the usual hustle and bustle was not there, and that made me relax a great deal, especially as we got my things out of the car and I carried the little bag and the skirt and blouse on hangers through the parking lot and into the mall.

Inside, again, there was no one around, and my mother and I quickly walked to the salon. We were a bit early, but when we got to the entrance a very attractive, young woman came to the entrance to greet us.

"Hi, my name is Candice..." She said, leading us into the salon.

"So this is Michelle..." She inquired as we walked back into the salon.

"Yes, Candice. This is Michelle." My mother said and smiled back at the young woman. She had short dark hair, caressing her face and very pretty, with platform, open toed, heels and jeans and a tight tshirt, type of top, that came down just below her breasts. I could see the belly button, ring, that she wore, as she smiled back at my mother.

"Now go into this room and get undressed, Michelle, and put on a pair of panties and a paper gown, that's hanging up on the wall, dear." She said, as I walked back into the back room and saw my mother speaking with her.

I went into the back room and hung my skirt and blouse up on a hanger and then undressed and slid a pair of beige, satin, panties up over my legs. Although I couldn't shave my face, I had completely shaven the rest of my body, last night.

Then I saw the paper gown, Candice had mentioned and slid it over my shoulders. I walked back out into the salon and saw that my mother had left and only saw Candice smiling back at me.

"So, lets get to work, Michelle. You're very pretty." She said, as she led me to a chair and I sat back.

"Now, just give me a couple of hours and you will be very soft and I think really, Michelle, Michelle." She said, giggling and tilting the chair back.

Over the course of the next two hours, Candice, waxed my face, and gave me a couple of ice packs to help the redness and swelling. And then did my nails, both a manicure and pedicure, with a very pretty red nail polish. Then, she started with my hair, as I sat back. First a shampoo and then she lightly cut my hair around my face and applied a lotion and then put my hair up in short curlers, as there wasn't that much to work with. Then she wrapped it in a towel and told me to relax.

Next were the eyebrows, which she plucked and tweezed for more than a few minutes. When she was done with that, she started with the rest of the make up. I just relaxed and started to fall asleep, when I suddenly realized that other women, mostly employees, were starting to arrive. I was getting a bit nervous, as Candice had left me alone, for my hair to dry.

When she returned, she took my hair out of the towel and took a blow dryer and brushed it out.

"You're done, Michelle, and I do mean, Michelle, dear." She said.

"Now, please go back and get changed. You look great." She also whispered in my ear.

The whole time I couldn't get a look in a mirror, so I didn't know what had been done. I mean I could see my lovely nails and feel the bounce to my hair, but I couldn't see the entire appearance. I knew and felt so feminine, but couldn't imagine what would come next.

I went back into the back room and took off the paper gown and started getting dressed. I slipped a matching beige, satin bra up over my shoulders and slid in my breast forms. Next I slid a pair of nude pantyhose up my legs and over my little behind.

As I stood there in just my panties, bra and hose, I started to notice a difference in my hair. It was so different, I thought, as I shook my head. It was great, not long, but I could feel a certain bounce and noticed the bangs in front.

Then I took out my usual jewelry, necklace, bracelets, watch and rings. I followed with a creme colored, short sleeved, blouse and a long, matching, creme colored, floral print skirt. The blouse was quite loose and the skirt was flowing and came down below my knees, with a cinch and slit up the front. I finished things off with a pair of

dark brown, leather, three inch, open toed, slides.

As I stood up, I grabbed my purse and put my male clothes and hangers in the bag. I was ready, I thought, as I walked out of the back room and into the salon.

"Oh, my, Michelle." I heard Candice say.

"I can't believe it, Mi...I mean, Michelle." I heard in a familiar voice.

Then I saw my mother and Candice standing there staring at me, as I also looked into a mirror and couldn't believe what I saw.

"Let me get a couple of photos." Candice asked.

"Alright..." I said, as I hugged my mother.

I couldn't believe it, my hair was permed out and surrounding my face, with bangs in front, and it was not a totally different color, but had a bit of a red to the blonde that was totally different. I thought, as I also noticed that, although, I hadn't realized it, Candice had peireced my ears and I had small gold earrings there. Also the makeup and the soft arch of my eyebrows made me look so feminine. I was totally amazed, at that moment, as the flash of the camera, while I held my mother, made me smile.

After a few more photos, we left the salon and went down to the boutique.

We met Cindy and she was again, completely surprised at the results.

"Maybe you should start today, Michelle..." She said, as she smiled at my mother and held my hand.

"She is lovely, like a young woman, isn't she, Cindy." My mother said.

"Completely...." Cindy replied.

I started to blush and Cindy reminded me that I was to start Monday.

"Really, you look great, Michelle. You'll do fine." Cindy said as she held my hand and smiled at my mother.

Then we walked out of the mall and back to the car. Once inside the car, my mother, announced that she had made plans for dinner.

"Oh, mother, why did you do that..." I said, as we started driving home.

"Well, dear, although, Josh, may know, I can't keep this a secret from everyone and certainly at some point his mother will find out." She replied.

Although, I couldn't believe that my mother was putting another hurdle, I had to admit that she was quite right. As we drove home I realized that I had to open up to almost everyone, and that that was a most difficult task, especially Josh's mom.

She explained that she had to tell her best friend, just as I had done so. I couldn't argue with that, I thought. But how I could face Josh's mother, I wasn't sure about that.

We got home around four and we both had time to relax a bit. My mother took a short knap, but I didn't get undressed. Instead, I started to make some salad and set the table. I watched some television and about six or so, my mother helped me and we both got some dinner started.

Then around eight, the doorbell rang and I slid back into my shoes. My mother said to relax and stay seated on the couch, as she approached the door. I was so nervous, as I watched Josh and his mother walk in.

"Oh, my, I can't believe it...I mean, you're mother explained, but I never thought..." Josh's mother.

"This is, Michelle." My mother said, as I stood up.

"Oh, Michelle, let me get a good look at you." Josh's mother said, leading me forward.

"Come on, now, mom, leave hi...I mean her alone..." Josh said, as he looked at me with a look of approval in his eye.

"I'm just admiring, Josh...Really, I can't believe that its you, Mi...I mean, Michelle..." She said.

"It is me..." I replied.

After a few more minutes of standing and letting Josh's mother get a good look, we went into the dining room and sat down to dinner. Both my mother and myself, served the meal and I could just feel Josh's mother's eyes watching me the entire time. At one point early on, she even had me stand in front of her, while she slid her hand up and down my leg.

"Now, now, lets move on..." My mother said.

"I just can't believe it..." Josh's mother said.

"You are quite a girl...Mi...I mean, Michelle..." She said.

Then we finished dinner and after looking across the table at Josh all evening, I knew that we had to get out of there and let our mothers talk. So as we sat at the table following dinner, I heard Josh say.

"Hey, want to take a swim, Michelle..." He said, with a bit of a laugh.

"Sure, Josh." I said.

"Wait a minute, you two..." I heard Josh's mother say.

"Oh, Mom, its just me and, well, Michelle..." Josh said.

"I'm not so sure, honey..." My mother exclaimed.

"Oh, Mother, its just me and Josh...and I'm sure that no one else will be around at this hour..." I said.

Although, both mothers hesitated, Josh and I both got up and went to change, before any further discussion. Josh went home and put on his bathing suit and I went back into my bedroom and slipped out of my clothes and into my dark blue, bathing suit. I left my jewelry on and added the little gold anklet that my mother and I had bought the other day. I also put on my white, oxford, blouse and slid back into the three inch, dark brown, leather slides.

On the way down the hallway, I grabbed a beach towel out of the closet and then grabbed my house keys off of the serving table in the living room and shouted to my mother that I was leaving, as she and Josh's mom, sat talking and sipping on coffee at the dining room table.

I walked out and down the stairs. I felt so completely feminine and completely in persona, that night, as I entered pool area. There was a sign on the gate that said, closed, but I opened the gate anyway and laid my towel down on a nearby chair.

Then, as I slipped my shoes off, I saw Josh running over to the gate and come in. I just stood and watched, as he came over to me and slid his tshirt up over his shoulders. I just stood and watched, as I had never before realized how tight his chest and shoulders were.

As I slipped out of my blouse, Josh, jumped into the pool, and I quickly followed.

In the pool, we started by just swimming and then as we got more comfortable, Josh started to pick me up and throw me around the water. I was amazed that my hair just kept its overall form and that it didn't seem as if I needed any makeup anymore. I mean, my eyebrows were so sculptured and my face was so smooth, as if it had been anything different.

After a half hour or so, we were both a bit tired and got out of the pool.

I ran softly over to my towel and started to pat myself dry, when Josh, also came running over and grabbed his towel and then came up close to me.

"Wow, Michelle, I love the look, tonight." He said.

"Thanks, Josh." I said, as I turned to look at him.

As I did, I noticed his soft brown eyes, staring at mine and I reached my arms up, over his shoulders and started running my fingers through his hair. Then I felt his soft caress of my little behind, as we both dropped our towels.

Suddenly, we were kissing and letting out tongues slip inside each others lips, as I stood on my tip toes to reach his mouth. I was so excited, as he caressed my little behind and I started to run my fingers up and down his big chest.

We sat down on the nearest chair and I let him lay down, as I started to kiss him up and down on his chest. Although, I wanted to, I kept from going all the way down and stopped at the beginning of his bikini suit and came back up and kissed him on the lips and again started to slide my tongue inside his lips.

As we laid there, side by side, I could feel his excitment grow, inside his little suit. I was so excited, as I slid my leg, back and forth, and kept feeling his excitment grow. I was also so excited, as I could see my little toes and anklet rubbing back and forth and then it happened. But this time, I could feel his excitement, climax, as my leg ran up against him and he just jerked and kept rubbing against my leg. I loved it so much that I also exploded and then we just collapsed into each others arms and kissed, again.

"Oh, Michelle, and I do mean, Michelle, I love you..." Josh said.

"I love you too, dear." I replied.

(the end for now, maybe more to come, I'm not sure...).

 

 

 

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