Mom's Favorite

by Ami Lamida
AmiLamida@hotmail.com

 

Chapter 3

 

Mom took her time getting ready, but I wasn't in a hurry. I was too busy exploring all the new and wonderful feelings I had at being fully feminized. I alternated between practicing some feminine gestures and expressions in the mirror and feeling the sexy material of my feminine guise as I felt it delicately kissing my skin. It was difficult to focus on just one sensation as I fidgeted with my dress and other sensations suddenly presented themselves for attention.

I was glad that the flared ruffles of my dress covered my stiff and throbbing manhood. I longed to stroke myself through the material as I had done many times before, but I knew I would end up making a mess of myself and my "girl's night out" would be over.

My Mom finally finished primping, and she elegantly glided into the living room asking, "What do you think?"

She was lovely. I was speechless. I don't think I'd seen her dressed so nice in years – since before her divorce at least. She had on a close-fitting, white sequined dress that came down to about mid-thigh. It was simple and elegant, but definitely showed off her shapely legs and torso to great advantage. She had on silky, shimmering white pantyhose, and high-heeled leather pumps. I had almost forgotten that my mom had such a dynamite figure.

Her makeup was similar to mine, but her hair had been drawn up into a tight bun. Long silver pins with pearls held the bun in place. Her nails were done exactly like mine, except slightly longer. We were a beautiful pair.

I finally managed to say, "You look stunning, Mom. I think we're going to turn some heads tonight." Indeed, we almost looked like sisters from what the image in the mirror told me. If I had a bit more of a figure and a few more years, we might have passed as twins.

"Let me just get my purse and we'll be off," she said, as she finished examining herself in the long mirror on her wall. She opened an old chest that decorated the room and fetched a small white leather purse on a narrow leather shoulder strap. She filled it with money and some other "female" essentials. "Ready. Let's go."

That first step out the front door was a big step. I wondered if anyone would suspect that I was the boy down the street in women's clothing as I nervously passed the threshold. A few steps down the long walkway and all remained quiet in the neighborhood. I started to relax as I slid into Mom's old, cream-colored Buick.

The crisp leather seats of the Buick sent a thrill through my body as I again became aware of the thong panties I was wearing under my tights. Mom got in and straightened her dress. I straightened my own, trying to emulate her, and we were soon on our way.

I wasn't quite sure what Mom had in mind for dinner, but we weren’t dressed for McDonalds. We ended up at a crowded Chinese restaurant in town. My nervousness was high to the point of distraction as we entered. The hostess didn't seem to notice me as she very professionally led us to a small table in the middle of the large dining room.

I couldn't help the feeling that all eyes were on me, because, well…they were. Both men and women seemed to be watching us as we sat. My mom very casually ignored everyone, but I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. They knew I was a boy, I thought, they must!

But the waiter calmed all my fears, as he asked, "And how are you two lovely ladies today?" Hearing not the slightest hint of sarcasm told me what I should already have known; we were just a gorgeous pair of women. The men there were drooling and the women were jealous. Mom ordered a light meal for two, and I relaxed again.

The big shock of the night was when a college-aged man approached us. He had been sitting with some rather boisterous friends at a corner table. He was quite handsome. "My friends and I were wondering if you ladies would like to join us for a drink." My mom shot the young man a very cool look, and said, "I'm sorry, but my niece here is not old enough to drink."

The man flashed a dashing smile revealing a perfect set of teeth. "We'll buy her a Coke. Really, just one drink! Nothing else. You have my word of honor," he swore. This young man was definitely a charmer, which to my relief, my mom must have seen right through.

"No thank you," she calmly replied.

"Okay. My buddies will be crushed, but I guess that's life." He turned and strolled nonchalantly away. Indeed, his buddies did seem to be disappointed. Mom didn't even look back at them. I guess she must have been used to such occurrences. Unfortunately, I wasn't; I was again blushing furiously.

"Don't pay them any attention, sweetie," she reassured me. "You get used to that type of thing in time."

We finished dinner, and again heads turned as men and women watched us walk out. I was glad to be out of there, but I'd also felt a certain thrill from getting so much attention. I had never been undressed by a man's eyes before, and it was electrifying.

As we got in the car, Mom announced, "I know exactly the movie we should see tonight!" When I asked her what it was, she just said, "don't worry, it is going to be the perfect thing."

When we got to the multiplex, I knew immediately which movie she had in mind. It was a transgender themed comedy about a cheerleader who suddenly became a man. I had thought about going to see this movie before, but not like this.

"Mom, we're not going to see The Hot Chick, are we?"

"You guessed it, sweetie."

"Mom, don't you think that movie is kind of obvious? I mean, don't you think it will get some people wondering about everyone they see? I mean, won't they be more aware of umm…people like me after the movie? I don't think I like this idea."

"Nonsense Melissa, you are a lovely young lady, and this is going to prove it to you."

Mom apparently had confidence in my appearance, but I didn't. I was as nervous as could be as we walked through the milling crowd at the posh theater. Mom led me to a seat right in the center of the theater. I tried to hide in my seat, but Mom corrected me. "Sit up, dear. It is not ladylike to slouch, especially in your lovely dress."

I sat up and tried to look inconspicuous. I've always wondered just how you achieve inconspicuousness, and I didn't have a clue. I just looked straight ahead and prayed for the house lights to go down.

The theater kept filling. Some rowdy high-school aged boys sat right in front of us. To my chagrin, several of them eyed us like we were sides of beef as they shuffled into the aisle in front of us. One boy kept glancing back at us until the lights finally did go down. My mom was cool as always, not even taking notice of the boys.

The movie wasn't a great production, but there were several funny parts, and my spirits lifted by the end. When the lights went up again, the boys in front of us shuffled out in the same way they shuffled in. I felt very much on display, but at least they hadn't said anything to us.

We got up and started making our way to the aisle. Quite a few people were still sitting, and we actually drew a few astonished whistles from the rows behind us. The theme of the movie apparently hadn't raised any suspicions about me after all. Even after a transgender themed movie, people believed we were a pair of gorgeous females. The night was almost over, and not one person had recognized me for the boy I was.

On our way out, I saw the same group of guys standing in line that had been at the Chinese restaurant. I averted my eyes as we passed them, which is why I didn't see which one of them grabbed my butt. I shrieked like a girl and jumped. My mom, who had been airily ignoring them, turned and gave them her deadliest glare. They immediately seemed to wither, and we hurried to the car.

On the way home, I turned and said, "Thanks Mom."

Mom glanced at me curiously, "For what, honey?"

"For allowing me to be Melissa and for helping and believing in me. This has been the best day of my life."

"You're welcome, but I should be thanking you."

Now I was confused. "For what?"

"For continuing to be my sweet angel and for allowing us to become even closer. If I had realized how happy it would make us both, you would have been Melissa a long time ago. I just don't know how your dad will take it."

Oh my gosh! "Mom, does dad have to know?"

"Well, don't you think he should? He is your dad, after all," she chided.

"Well, yeah, but…"

"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll break it to him gently."

I forced a smile, but breaking it gently wasn't what I was worried about. I was sure dad would disown me completely because he always preferred my rough and tumble brothers over me. He was always putting me down as I grew up for not being more like them. I didn't really care if he never wanted to see me again, as long as I had Mom in my life.

The thing that really had me worried was what my brothers would say when they found out – and I knew that they would. The teasing that would surely ensue was nothing compared to the beating I would take at school when they told everyone they could about me. I was doomed.

I was reluctant to break the happy mood, but I just had to convey my worries to my mom. "Mom," I began, "maybe I should just go back to being a boy except when you and I are alone."

Mom chuckled and said, "It will be okay, dear. I will take care of everything. Besides, do you really think I could give up my new daughter now that I've found her?"

I laughed nervously, but I wasn't completely confident in her ability to control the older boys. Still, I was sure she would make it bearable if she laid down the law. My mother was gentle but firm and had never coddled the other boys. Even as teenagers, they respected her authority enough to obey her when she was present, at least.

We arrived home, and my mother took my hand to lead me up the long walk into the house. "Time to get ready for bed, darling," she announced. I was exhausted, but I was about to protest because I didn't want the evening to end, when she continued, "I think I might have just the nightgown for you."

My protests went out the window. Mom had a variety of nightgowns, and I had often longed to wear them to bed. She led me to her bedroom closet and picked out a long, silky purple gown, with puffy, gathered short sleeves and a velvety bodice. "You may wear this tonight, but you will have to wear one of these as well," she instructed, and retrieved a small package from her nightstand which I immediately recognized as a condom. "I can't have you messing up one of my favorite gowns."

"But mom, I've never put one of those on in my life," I whimpered – and I hadn't. I was a virgin as a result of my cross-dressing obsession. From the time I discovered women's clothing at the age of seven I had hidden in my room as often as I could.

"I will show you how to put it on, dear, as soon as you are ready for bed. Go now and I will be down in a minute." As I turned to leave she took hold of my shoulder. "Wait," she said, and pulled the zipper of my dress down about half way. "Okay, go on," she finished, and playfully slapped my butt.

I hurried to my room and removed my shoes, dress, and stockings, hanging my precious new dress in the closet. I slipped into the purple gown and felt the wonderful material caress my skin. I ran my hands over the velvet bodice, filled out by my nicely pliable breast forms. I was dreamily distracted when my mom walked in.

"I like it too," she said, startling me. "Now let me see that condom."

Red-faced, I handed it to her and as she took it I bashfully lifted the front of the gown to reveal the tiny tent in my panties. When she saw it, she smiled and declared, "Good - that will make things easier." She unceremoniously pulled down the panties to reveal my clean-shaven pubic region, and unrolled the condom onto my erection. She then attached a few tiny clear hair bands to the base of the condom, "To keep it on while you sleep," she explained.

She pulled my panties up and I let down my gown and slid into bed. The gown slid wonderfully in all directions as I climbed under the covers, arousing me even more.

Mom sat on the side of the bed and brushed her fingers over my chin. "Goodnight little Melissa. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom. …Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Would you tuck me in?"

She smiled and tucked the blankets tightly under me. I melted into the snugness of my blankets as she turned out the lights and closed the door behind her.

 

 

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