When I looked in the mirror I was horrified. No, mortified, scared, and felt really weird seeing myself this way. It was worse than I ever imagined, and did not have any ambition to get up off the chair. I wanted to stay there, just like this if I had too, but that was all I was willing to do. The rest? No way!
"Stand up honey, we have to get the dress on you."
"I don’t want to wear a dress mom!"
"I’m sure that you don’t, but you don’t have a choice, do you?"
Feeling my oats so to speak, and along with two other fools, we had messed with the door to the girls lockers at the church, catching three of them inside. The parents were, to be kind, less than enthusiastic when they had to break the door down to get them out, and my dad was apoplectic in his anger when one of the other fools fessed up and we were caught. To make matters worse, the girls were the ones they let decide our punishment! What they told me next sent shivers up and down my spine. I would have to spend the next two weeks, every day, dressed as a girl, including school! Since we attend the school attached to the church, everyone knew what we had done, and of course our punishment. Yesterday was the day mom decided to fix me up, just to see how I would look, but I put up a fight, and she relented, until this morning. It was worse than I could have ever imagined.
My father pushed me down into the chair, then stood there as mom started in on me, beginning with my hair. Since I wear it extra long, she put my hair in pigtails, complete with a red ribbon woven in that ended in a huge bow on the end of each pigtail. My makeup was perfect, the right skin tone, but my face looked softer, the eyeshadow made my eyes brighter, and the eyeliner gave them an oval shape. The lipstick was the same color as the ribbons. Once mom had gone that far, and against my will, she and dad took me to my room, and made me stand in the middle of the room. Dad stripped off my briefs while mom handed me the panties. Pink nylon, they slid up my now smooth legs as fast as I could yank them on. Then came a torturous garment mom called a corselet, wrapping it around me, then, after the hooks were made, she pulled the laces so tight that I was sure that I would pass out. My chest was pushed up while my waist was pushed down, leaving the effect that I had breasts and wider hips. Then the pantyhose, a very short slip, and finally, the dress. Blue with white piping, it had a white bib collar with a red tie at the neck. The shoes were low black heels. As I stepped into them mom handed me the lipstick, also a dark red, and faced me to the mirror. My shame was complete when I saw myself. The dress was at mid thigh, the slip pushing the skirt out, much like a little girl would have. My legs were shapely, and while I hated to admit it, I didn’t look that bad. I just looked like a little girl. I traced my lips with the lipstick.
"All girls carry a purse since they don’t have pockets to put things in. I’ve put your wallet, the lipstick, and some tissue in your purse along with some lunch money."
I looked at mom, then dad, and did not see any hope that they would relent. Dad handed me my books, then pointed to the door. I was going to walk to school on my own, or Dad would walk behind me to make sure I did it anyway. I wanted to cry. Stepping out of the front door, I instantly felt the cooler air on my legs, my skirt was lifted in the gentle breeze, and the scent of the perfume I had on hit me. With my parents watching me, I took my first step towards the school. I made it to the corner, then two girls caught up with me, looked me over, then, with perfectly straight faces, asked me what my name was. According to my parents, every time I failed to answer a question about the way I was dressed, I would spend another week that way. With shame in my voice, I told them exactly what mom had told me to say.
"Hello, my name is Kathy, which is short for Katherine, and that’s Katherine with a K."
"That’s a nice name for a little girl like you Kathy. You better let us walk you to school. We wouldn’t want you to try and cross the street alone, would we?"
It was going from very bad to worse, and I was only a block from the house. The girls walked me to my first class, letting me walk in alone, to face the stares of the other kids there. Under the stern gaze of the teacher, I sat in my assigned seat, and he began the class. Nobody giggled after that. It was like that all day. Stares and pointing, yet nobody said a word. I saw the other two guys, and knew that I was lucky. Both of them looked like they were five years old, and both of them had to carry a teddy bear wherever they went. Twice I had to use the restroom, and each time I had to go to the office and use theirs. On the way home, the same two girls walked me right to my door, smiling the whole way.
The minute I walked in the door my mother wanted to know how it went, and I couldn’t stop it. The flood gates opened and I began to cry as hard as I ever did. Without a word she took me to my room, unzipped the dress, then sat me down and began to take out the pigtails. Out of my own closet she pulled a short skirt and a blouse, just like the ones the girls in my school normally wear. Then she repaired my makeup, brushed out my hair, used scissors to trim it a little, and left me looking like a normal teenage girl. I was so happy that I almost started to cry again. Not because I was wearing the clothes, but because I looked so normal. Not like a little girl stuck in high school.
"Do you know why we made you go to school like that?"
"To teach me a lesson."
"Yes of course, but what was the lesson?"
"That girl are fragile, and we shouldn’t pick on them."
"No dear. It was to teach you humility. From now on we will let you dress more like the other girls, but I’ll remind you once again that any infractions you incur will result in more time wearing dresses. Are we clear on that?"
"Yes Ma’am."
"Good. Just be yourself, mind the rules, and in no time at all you’ll be back in pants."
The next day, when the two girls saw me, they talked to me as if I had always been a girl, and I did not have to endure them talking to me as if I were a child. My two friends were still in little girl dresses. I thought myself lucky. Another day passed, this time I wore a short pullover dress mom called a shift. It wasn’t so bad, and I was almost used to that naked feeling, what with so much leg showing and all. I also did my best to not get into any trouble. Then, on Thursday one of the guys pulled my bra strap and let it snap hard on my back. It hurt, and without a thought I spun around and decked him. The girls that saw it happen applauded, but the teacher in the classroom closest only saw the kid hit the floor, and I was instantly sent to the office. Protesting that he had snapped my bra, even with witnesses, did not stop the Principal from calling my mother.
"But he snapped my bra, and it hurt mom! Those girls saw him do it, you heard them say he did it, and was famous for doing that to the girls, so why am I being punished again?"
"I believe you dear, its not that at all. At first I was going to extend your time in dresses until the end of the year, but because those girls said that they saw him do it, and I myself know that it hurts, I am extending you time only for a month."
"But why? I didn’t do anything!"
"Because girls do not fight like that honey, and we warned you not to get rowdy."
"But I’m a boy, not a girl!"
"Well, yes, technically anyway, but that is no excuse. However, you do have a point, so I will reduce your time in a dress by one week, which leaves you one whole month in dresses. The next time, you are to react as a girl does. One more fight and you’ll spend the rest of the year in dresses. Understand?"
"Yes ma’am."
"That’s a good girl. Now come help me get dinner ready."
From that day on I wore what most of the girls wore, but never slacks of any kind. Always a skirt and blouse or top, maybe a dress, never slacks. All of the skirts and dresses came to mid thigh on me and made me well aware that I had to walk and sit a certain way or risk showing the world my assets. At the start of the second week mom insisted that I wear low heels, and she padded out my bras to a full A cup. After doing my homework, I got a lesson in doing makeup or how to do hair. As the days went by I became friends with some of the other girls, and we began to hang around together. That gave me a sense of safety, and knew that I did not stick out quite as bad. My two friends, well, they had both been caught cheating on a test and were back in little girl dresses. We avoided each other like the plague.
On Monday, the start of my third week in dresses, A friend of mine, Kenny, asked me if I was going to the dance that Saturday night. I told him no, since I had no ambition to go. Then he asked me if he could take me to the dance! I was about to say no when our Principal started to walk by, then stopped.
"I think that would be wonderful! Going to the dance as a girl, with an escort of course, will give you a better appreciation for what girls go through to get ready for a date. I’ll look forward to seeing you there Katherine."
She walked away leaving Kenny with a grin on his face while I was not happy at all! The dances at our school are really mini proms, which is why they only have them every two months. All of the girls get a chance to get all dolled up, wear nice dresses and heels, get their hair done and so on. Since I only have the rest of this week and one more to go, I wasn’t happy with the prospect that I would have to attend one of these dances. There was no telling what mom would do if I said no to the Principal, so I was left with no option but to nod my head yes. I was going, and worse, I had a date!
By the time I got home I was wound up tight, since I knew that I would have to tell my parents. I told mom first, hoping that she would see that I didn’t really want to go, but she also thought that I would learn a lesson by going, then told me that she and I would be going shopping the next day after school. "You need a party dress" she said, then began to make notes on a pad. I knew that the dress would be the least of it. Since this all started both of my parents had been firm about how I dressed, but easier on everything else. Mom had me helping her in the kitchen every night, something I never did before, and she made sure my skin was oily slick, smooth and soft every two days, yet she seemed closer to me somehow. I was able to do my own makeup now, and could create several different hairstyles, which kept her off my back now. But this was something new, and special. I wanted to smack Kenny for asking me, but didn’t dare. I also wondered why he asked me!
When I got to school the next day it was all over the school that Kenny had asked me to go with him, and while the girls generally accepted it, a few of the boys gave me a very hard time about it until one of the teachers asked them if they would like to attend, in a dress of course. After that everyone quit bothering me, but I had a very clear idea of what some people thought about it. The minute I set foot in the house, mom and I left for the mall, the one place I dreaded going. It was the one place where all of the kids in our neighborhood hung out. Most knew of my punishment, but few had seen me since our schedules were different. But here, with my mother, everyone would see me. It took all of my nerve to not say no. I had to go or risk more time dressing this way. A hell of a choice isn’t it?
"Since you are almost 15, I think its time we let you develop a bit more." I had no idea what she had in mind, then, "Ah, here it is."
We walked towards the shop she pointed out, and I saw that it was a lingerie store. We went into the shop, with mom in the lead of course, then, as I looked at the splash of colors that seemed to run rampant in the store, mom took my hand and led me to a spot behind a curtain. Without much of anything between me and everyone else in the store, mom told me to take my blouse off, which I did, then she unfastened my bra and handed it to me. On the small shelf next to her were a pair of small boxes. As I watched she opened on and took out what looked to me like a perfectly formed breast! "Hold still" she said, then, using some kind of adhesive, she attached one, then the other to my chest! I glanced in the mirror and saw that I now had a set of boobs that not only looked real, the weight of them pulled on my chest and I realized that I could now wear almost any bra in the store that fit me!
"Those are slightly bigger than you were before, and will fill out your bras better. It also gives you a wider selection of dresses to chose from for the dance, and best of all, they will stay in place for almost two weeks!"
That was about the time I would be able to get out of these clothes, so all I could do was sigh and accept it. Mom was elated when I didn’t say anything, but she did buy me two new bras for what she called every day wear, and one the was special, just for the dance. In her words, "You might as well wear that one Kathy, just in case we find the right dress." Then she held up what was clearly a panty of sorts, handed it to me, and waited while I slipped off my skirt and stepped into it. It was padded on the seat and sides, which, when I pulled the skirt back on, gave me hips that were in proportion to my frame and new boobs! Mom was grinning. The bra mom had me wear was black, a front hook Pushemup with under wires, the cups were lace trimmed and barely covered my "nipples" so to speak. On a girl it would look sexy as hell. On me, well, I was shocked at what I looked like, but what could I do? Mom paid the bill and we left, heading for the dress shop in one of the department stores.
"Now we can find a dress that will show off some of your new charms, and you will look so cute! I simply can’t wait to see you all dolled up for real Kathy."
"I don’t want to be all dolled up mother."
"You keep saying that, but I cannot see why! You are an absolutely gorgeous honey! That’s why that boy asked you out!"
"But mother! I’m a boy too!"
"Well, technically, yes, but you don’t look like a boy, do you?"
"Not now, but…"
"Your friends, are they still dressing as little girls?"
Whoa Nellie! Mom was making a point, and I did not miss it. She wanted me to look like a debutante, the daughter she never had, and if I complained, I might just find myself back in one of those silly little girl dresses, and still be going to the dance. If I kept my mouth shut and went along with her, at least I knew that I would look nice, and fit in with all of the other girls, which, after watching my friends dress as little girls for two weeks now and wanted no part of, had me agreeing with her. Without a word I followed her into the dress shop. I was looking on one rack, just inside the door, when mom told me she would let me pick out my dress, and as long as she approved, I could get what I wanted. Great. Now I get to chose my own dress, which of course, mom would tell everyone I did. That would seem to say that I liked dressing as a girl, and there was no way to deny it. Mom just stared at me, and I began to look for something that was in a color that I at least liked. I had no idea about styles, and therefore, no idea how a particular dress would look on me.
I had put two dresses on the hook, one black and one red, and was still looking when mom handed me one she liked. Also black, I put it with the others and continued to look. After a search of the entire store, mom and I went in the back so I could try them on. The first, the red one, looked okay I guess, but I wasn’t all that thrilled with having a knee length skirt with a lot of flounce to it. The one mom picked out was a sheath dress with a vee neck and cap sleeves. Both of us shook our heads no. The black one I picked out was Empire waisted with a square neckline cut just above my breasts, sleeves that were nothing more than a wisp of material that hung over my shoulders, a satin under dress with a sheer black over skirt made of chiffon. The hemline was at my ankles. I had to admit that I looked pretty good in that dress, and mom agreed, so she bought it. Silly me, I thought we could go home.
"Now we need to find the right shoes and jewelry."
Our next stop was at a costume jewelry shop where we found a necklace and earring set with black stones set silver clad rhinestones, the pendant hanging just above and between my breasts. Of course, the earrings were pierced, which my ears weren’t, but mom said it was no problem, and within a few minutes I had a pair of gold studs, one in each ear. We hit three shoe stores before we found the right shoes according to mom. Black, they were sandals with a three inch heel, straps set in a flower design and an ankle strap. The purse we found at another shop.
"Now that we have all that done" mom said, "lets stop at my salon and get you an appointment for Saturday afternoon."
I knew that was on her agenda and did not say a word as we stopped at her salon on the way home. Inside, I was introduced as Kathy, and to my surprise, nobody gave me a funny look. Mom said I was her daughter, which I was glad for, since I wasn’t anxious to be known as her son, not dressed this way anyway. I was given a book to take home so I could select a hairstyle, and we went home. I had one more day before Saturday arrived. I put things away the flipped open the book I had been given. One after another, each hairstyle I looked at seemed to be more complicated than the one before, until I came to the page. Mom had told me that I could pick out any style I wanted, as long as it was feminine, but that I would have to live with my choice, no matter what it turned out to look like. I figured that after the week following, I could care less, so I went for the most feminine style I could find, and I found it. On page 128. The model had long blonde hair pulled back tightly then set in ringlet curls that hung from the back and sides of her head. It reminded me of that girl In Gone With The Wind. I marked the page and went to find mom.
"Oh that lovely Kathy! You will look smashing in that hair style!"
Glad that she approved, I went back to my room and put the book away. That night when I put on my nightgown and saw those twin mounds of mine, I almost turned myself on. Through the sheer material there was no way anyone could tell they were not mine. I had to sleep on my side or back that night since sleeping on my chest hurt when I mashed those babies into my chest. At school the next day my two friends were not dressed as little girls, but looked like all of the other girls. I had not spoken to them since our punishment began, but I just had to find out what happened, and found them in the cafeteria.
"What gives? I thought you two had to do the whole time in those stupid dresses."
"My mother" Joey, now called Janie said, "fixed me up with a date for the dance. She said it was time I found out what real girls go through to be pretty."
Lyle, now Lily, said almost the same thing. It seemed to me that all of us had heard the same thing from each of our mothers. All of us had dates to this dance, and all of us had new party dresses. I didn’t smell a rat, but it did seem a little peculiar. Most of the kids now left us alone, the newness of seeing us in dresses having worn off. But some of the girls had started to include, me in particular, in their conversations about girl things, like who were the cute boys, who they thought was the latest hunk on screen, what perfume they liked and so on. One of the girls asked me if I had done something different, and while I had no idea what she was talking about at the moment, I later realized that she had seen just how much fuller my breasts seemed to be now, plus the way they bounced when I walked. With the addition of that padded pantybrief I also had hips, which made my skirt fits better and swayed when I walked.
On Saturday morning mom told me to wear a skirt and blouse, one that buttoned up the front, so that it would be easier to get ready after I got home from the salon. We ate, cleaned up the house a little, then, just after noon, she and went to the salon. I had the book in my hand, which I handed to the girl that was going to do my hair. One look and I saw her smiling, hopefully I had made a good choice. It took almost an hour for her to do my hair, but since I had never been in a salon before, I didn’t know it that was long or short. My back was to the mirror per mom’s instructions, so I had no idea how I looked yet, but all of the ladies were smiling, so I smiled back. All I knew was that whatever she used made a stink, the hair dryer was hot, and brushing out my hair and taking out the rollers was no fun at all. Finally the girl spun my chair around and I saw myself, complete with my new hairdo.
She had dyed my hair blond to match the picture, and my hair was longer! I was still shaken by what I saw when mom took my hand, smiling at me all the way to the manicurist. Without a word she began to clean and file my nails, which were now longer since I had not cut them in three weeks, then she painted them a soft reddish brown that had silver metal flakes in it. My nails glistened in the light while I stared in the mirror at my reflection.
"Kathy! Darling! You look absolutely wonderful!" Mom was obviously very happy.
"Yes" the woman that did my hair said, "and better is the fact that after the dance her hair will fall into a perfect pageboy, with curls all across the back and wavy on the sides." She checked my hair once more, then added, "and the perm will make it easier for her to take care of. If she takes normal care, it should last until school starts again in the fall."
Perm? Last until school starts in the fall? What was that all about?
"Perm?" I said, "does that last a long time?"
"Honey" the woman said, "You’ll look just great for about six more months, then of course I’ll have to redo it."
"Six months! Mom!"
"Remember what I told you Kathy? You could make the choice yourself, but you would have to live with it if I let you make that choice. You wanted to do it yourself and I let you. This is the style you selected, so I guess you’ll just have to live with it."
I wanted to cry. Six more months as a girl! I might not remember what its like to be a boy by then! When my nails were dry mom and I went home. All the way there I wanted to ask why mom had let me do this to myself, but I knew why. Mom had always wanted a daughter, and I was about as close as she was going to get. She must have known what would happen, and she actually confirmed it before we reached the house.
"You’ll look just darling in a pageboy Kathy."
"But why did…"
"Why did I let you do that? It’s easy to figure, really, it is. Kathy, listen to me. For three weeks now you have been dressing as a girl, and while you don’t see it, everyone else does. You have adopted mannerisms of a girl your age. Why, you even talk like a girl your age! You can do your own makeup at least as good as any girl your age, and a lot better than I did for you. You have breasts now, and I know that you like them, I’ve seen you touch them once in a while. With that padded pantybrief, you have a figure to die for, and with your eyes done, a face that makes men drool. You haven’t been a girl long enough to see all this, but your father and I do, and so did Kenny. That’s why he asked you to be his date for this dance! Kathy, you have become so much like a girl that you don’t even realize it! When we get home I want you to stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself, then tell me that you do not like what you see. Okay?"
Dad saw me and his mouth dropped open as mom and I walked past him. I did not even look back, but went to my room and did what mom told me to do. From the top of my head to my toes, there was no sign that I was a boy. I quickly stripped off my clothes, except for the panties, and stood there looking in the mirror. Since I had tucked things away, I still looked like a girl! The red of my nails flashed when my hand fluttered against my hair, and I began to smile. I was virtually naked, looking at myself, and still saw a girl standing there. That’s how I was when mom walked into my room. She looked at me and I saw her reflection in the mirror. My hand went to my breast, and I squeezed it, then touched my sex. Rubbing my hand up and down the now smooth front.
"I was right, wasn’t I?"
I wanted to say no, I really did, but I could not. Mom had been right. I had adopted the mannerisms of the girls simply to fit in better and reduce the teasing, but it had taken over, and now, well, that’s how it is.
"Lets get that skin of your smooth as silk again Kathy. Come with me. I’ll help you."
We used that awful cream on my skin again, then a razor before I sank into the hot, oily, sweet smelling bubblebath. When the water went cold I got out, dried off, and with a towel around myself, I went back into my room where mom was waiting for me, a pair of black satin panties in her hand. I was without shame at this point, and simply let the towel drop to the floor, then stepped into the panties and pulled them to my waist. At the vanity mom watched as I used the skin lotion first, then the creamy foundation to make my face all one color. The powder gave my skin a matte look as soon as I brushed away the excess. Blue eye shadow with a gray over that and silver just under each eyebrow. Black eyeliner on each upper lid, black pencil under each eye, then black mascara to make my lashes longer and fuller. Peach blusher first, then a touch of coral which I blended with a small sponge.
Once I made sure I had no manly bulges, I pulled on the new bra, made it secure, then pulled my breasts up even higher in the cups. Then came the garterbelt. I had not seen this before, but it was obvious how to wear it, and I wrapped it around my waist and fastened it. Mom pushed the garters tabs under my panties, explaining the if I didn’t, I would have a heck of a time in the bathroom. The nylons rolled up my legs, then mom and I made the garter tabs secure to the hose and she adjusted the tension for me. I glanced in the mirror and grinned at myself. I looked like a baby playing Playmate. Mom helped me get the dress over my head and zipped it up, then I set my feet into the shoes and made the ankle strap tight. The necklace was perfect with the dress, and the chandelier earrings set of my hair just right. I wore no other jewelry. Mom handed me her best perfume, which I dabbed on my ears, neck, elbows and knees, then I did my lips in the brightest red we had in the house.
Mom took a few pictures, then hugged me.
"I was right, wasn’t I Kathy? You like being a girl don’t you?"
It was meek at best, but she heard it when I said "yes, I guess I do."
"Now that we have that out of the way, I want you to have a nice time tonight dear."
I started for the door, but mom said no, that I should wait until she called me, and even then I should count to twenty before I came down the stairs. "Fix your purse up while you wait" she said, then almost closed the door. I looked in the mirror again, and saw the girl that I had denied for so long but no longer could. Smiling I put my school ID, lipstick and some money in my purse and waited. I did not wait long when I heard mom call my name. I counted to twenty, then left my room for my very first date.
Kenny was standing at the bottom of the stairs with my parents. When he saw me his mouth dropped open just like dad’s did, then they both smiled at me. Kenny handed me a wrist corsage, then, after some more pictures, he took me to the car so his dad could drive us to the dance. Clearly his dad did not see what he expected to see. I knew that by the way he was staring at me. As we walked into the dance, I had his arm, just like mom told me, smiling the whole time. All of the boys and most of the girls just stared at us as we found our table. The tops of my breasts could be seen, and since they looked real, I drew a lot of stares, mostly from the boys as they tried to look down my dress. It was all I could do not to smile. Kenny of course was grinning, and he never once let go of my hand. We danced, drank pop, swapped gossip with the other kids, and danced some more. During the last dance the lights went dim and Kenny pulled me closer to him. "Kathy" he said, and I turned to look up at him. His lips touched mine, like a butterfly touch, yet it sent shivers up and down my back.
On my doorstep he once again pulled me closer and kissed me, this time is was not like a butterfly but a truck as his lips found mine and his tongue flicked against my lips. Weak in the knees I broke away and went in the house, confused no more. Mom had figured out what I had known for a while, but she really knew it when she attached the breast forms. The way they looked, pulled on my chest, and made me feel only solidified what I already knew. I liked being a girl, it was as simple as that. Not at first, but not long after that either. The way the nylons felt, the tension of the bra around my chest, the way the clothes looked and felt, and then there is the scent of my perfume and makeup. Mom thought that I didn’t know that my hair would be set in a perm, but she was wrong. On the bottom of that page it was spelled out. "Perm required" it said. When mom had my ears pierced I put up a fuss for show, but not much, and later, at the salon, getting my nails were done was nothing but a bonus.
I had planned on really screwing up, just to be "punished" again, but now that I have the perm, that’s not necessary. As I undressed and put my nightgown on, I wondered how mom was going to break the news to dad. After all, I will have to remain as Katherine until my hair grows out won’t I? Smiling I drifted off to sleep.
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