Rhonda's Story

by Rhonda

part 2

 

We were headed toward the doors to the mall in just a minute, where a man and his son held the door open for all of us girls. He said "Beautiful twins you've got there, ma'am" to mom as she passed by. Molly was sitting at a table in the food court talking to a tall, well dressed, woman with a big beautiful smile. "Rhonda" she hollered, "you did it", as she got up to meet us.

"Rhonda's the one on the left" the tall woman said as Molly headed striaght for Renee.

"By the way, I'm Suzie, your other mother" she half shouted over the giggling from Molly as she admired me, then Renee, then me again.

"You two are going to need nametags" she finally said.

"Lets eat, I've got to get back to the office in 45 minutes" Suzie said.

I was in shock! Seeing my dad dressed as a woman, in public, and hearing him admit that he was working in those clothes was just too much to absorb all at once, so I hurriedly sat while getting dizzy. "Suzie" could see all the questions in my eyes as I started to regain my composure

"We'll talk more when I get home tonight" she(?) said "This is your day".

"How does it feel so far?" she asked.

"I'm not sure yet dad" I said.

"Please, call me Suzie, at least in public" she responded.

"I haven't had time to slow down and think about it yet. Mom's had me going 90 since this morning" I said. "You'll have to forgive her, she's been waiting quite a while for this day, we all have" Suzie said.

"And I just LOVE your hair!" She added.

"Let's eat, I've been shopping for two hours already and I'm starved" Molly said.

She got up and wrote down our orders, and took them over to the burger booth while my sisters and I examined the contents of the bags she had already accumulated. I was blushing big time knowing that it was my underwear that was being shown around in public. So far, 4 bra and panty sets (one Renee had her eye on), two with matching garterbelts, a longline girdle with an open bottom and ribbing on the top half.

 

( A readers not here: in the mid sixties, pantyhose were fairly new, and makers had not figured out how to keep the crotch from sagging to one's knees yet, so most girls wore girdles or garters, and stockings).

 

There also was a black lace bustier with long garters and matching black lace panties, as Molly said I would need something for when I feel sexy.

"I've scouted out some shoes, and the department store has a couple of dresses to die for" she said.

"Then its' Fredericks of Hollywood for some finishing touches" she added.

"She's only twelve, lets take it easy on the exotic things for now" mom said.

Molly and Sara both frowned noticably.

Finally Suzie, saying it was time to get back to work said "I'll take these things out to Molly's car, though I think you'll have to rent a truck by the time you five girls are done, and someone has to cover the damages". I watched as Suzie strode down the corridor with the bags in hand looking very confident and feminine, very in control, and yes, even pretty with her skirt swaying to the motion of her hips.

"You'll develop the same air and confidence with experience" mom said, noticing how intently I was watching my dad (my dad?) as she left.

"Lets shop till we drop" Molly and Sara said in unison.

We started down the rest of the corridor to the main mall past several novelty shops, a jewelry store, and the restrooms. I turned toward the restrooms.

"I'll go with her," Renee said.

"OK but hurry we've got a busy afternoon " Molly replied.

Renee and I headed down the hall to the restrooms, and I instinctively started to open the door to the men's room.

"Not in there" Renee whispered strenly " you'll get molested dressed like that ".

We made our way to the ladies room, with Renee standing guard after telling me to sit so my feet pointed the right way from under the stall. It took a little maneuvering with the skirt and difficulty because I had put the garterbelt over the panties, but I got the job done. She then helped me touch up my makeup, which had smeared a little over lunch. While we were fixing our faces, a couple of matronly types came in and couldn't help commenting "Such cute girls". As we walked back down the hall, Renee asked how I was doing so far, because I was obviously shaken at this point.

"What do you think?" I said. "In the last three hours, I've been paraded in the kitchen in bra and panties, dressed like my sister, had a makeover, and had lunch with a pretty woman who turned out to be my dad." What if we see someone I know here." I said leaning against the wall for support.

"Relax before you hyperventilate, even Molly couldn't tell us apart when she first saw us, and she's our sister." Renee said.

" The plan is to split up so we can get everything done by 5. Mom, you and Sara are supposed to do the dresses and outfits, Molly and I will do the makeup jewelry and necessities, so no one is going to see us together if we get going now" she added.

Molly, indeed, dragged Renee off to the drugstore on the corner of the corridor as soon as we reached the atrium, while mom and I headed down a couple of doors where Sara was waving at us in front of a shoe store. We went in and started looking through the styles. I picked out a pair of pink patent dress sandals with a two and 1/2 inch heel, mom got black and white flats out, but Sara came back holding up a black opentoed dress shoe with at least a 4 inch heel, and a overlay pattern across the top anchored by a rhinestone. As we converged, the salesclerk finally made her appearance. After mom explained (to Sara's dismay) that we were shopping for me today, the clerk sat me down and measured my foot.

"We need a 6and a half" she announced, "how can you walk in these 8s your wearing now?"

Sara beamed, being a 6 and still growing. Mom covered for me by saying the dog had gotten into my shoe closet and ruined mine, so we had to improvise until we got here. It was the clerks' turn to beam as she mentally added up the commission on a whole closet full of new shoes. We decided on five pair (after trying on atleast 25) and mom telling her we would be back after we picked out a couple more outfits. I got my pink ones!, which I chose to wear instead of Molly's in spite of mom's caution about spending the whole afternoon in heels.

We went down the mall, stopping at three dress shops where we didn't find anything we really liked. We ended up in the department store, and immediately saw why Molly had told us to start there. It was Hudson's, with the entire 2nd floor devoted to girls and womens fashions and finery.

"I used a girl's 16 pattern for the dress she's wearing" Sara said, "So lets start there".,

I was drawn to the Misses section like a magnet. Mom and Sara reluctantly followed as we headed into aisles and aisles of "older girls" clothing. Being me, I picked out two mini skirts and a couple of wrap-around blouses.

Mom frowned when I asked to try them on, and whispered to Sara "She's gotta learn sometime".

I went into the dressing room, appreciating the separate stalls, instead of the lockerroom style rooms for men. After finding out I couldn't wear a slip and a mini at the same time, and calling my sis to get a 3, since the 5 fell off me when I stood up. She came back with a 4 from the juniors section and it fit well (or so I thought). I put it on and went out to show them the results, they both laughed so hard Sara actually fell off the chair she was sitting in. The v-neck of the blouse showed the front half of my bra (including the fact I had inserts on) when I moved and the bottom two inches of my garters over the top of my stockings stuck out from the bottom of the skirt. I turned RED! and ran back into the dressingroom with tears starting down my cheeks. mom came in, having already known what was going to happen. She dabbed my cheeks with a kleenex, and handed me a short panty girdle and a pullover blouse with less expsoure, and sat down in the room to watch and help if needed. After trading the garter for the girdle (which really drew in my waist, giving me hips, and drew my stockings almost up to my crotch) I tried again. This time it worked, especially after I put my shoes on and my calves and thighs tightened in response to the heels. When we came out this time noone laughed, and after changing the pink shoes for the black 4"ers my sister held out for me, the clerk just said "wow", and I had my first miniskirt (which Sara vowed to steal).

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, you better get yourelf some matching panties" mom said to Sara who blushed profusely.

I laughed as the image of Sara, who was already 5 inches taller than me, and though the same size waisted, was atleast 4 inches bigger in the hips, popped into my head. Things settled down, and we finally left with several everyday, and family out to dinner skirts, several assorted blouses, the "dress to die for" and an absolutely beautiful and feminine pink dress with lace collar for church. Mom wouldn't let me wear the dress to die for out of the store. It was black gaberdine in an off the shoulder style with a crepe overlay and accents, featuring silvery threads, and came 4 inches above my knees. Her excuse was that I needed a black strapless bra and a firmer, black girdle and stockings if I didn't want to show off my undies to the world. So much to learn, so little time. They finally dragged me out of the clothing section, and Sara volunteered to run the stuff out to the car while mom and I went to jewelry. Mom sat me down in a chair and talked to the department manager for a couple of minutes.

The lady came over carrying a tray with a big needle, alcohol, cotton balls and a tray of icecubes, and said "This won't hurt a bit".

She lied, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be given the size of the spear on the tray. After she installed the small diamond studs, and explained how I needed to care for my ears for the next few days, she gave me a hand mirror.

"What if I want to go back? " I asked mom quietly, "I'll have holes in my ears".

"I'd be willing to bet you don't" she responded, " I've already bet a considerable part of you dad's fortune on it".

She got me a matching pendant, and a pretty little watch with a light chain across the catch before we finally left the store to meet up with my sisters again. I felt totally feminine now.

As we walked out of the store, and headed down the mall, panic set in and I think I turned green for a second. Rodney and Paul, my best friends from school were headed straight for us. Mom held my hand a little firmly (I think so I wouldn't run away screaming) as they walked up.

"Hi Mrs Barron, Renee, Sara said Ron was here somewhere".

She almost was laughing as she said" I haven't seen Ron all afternoon, but can you boys keep a secret?" Puzzled, they both nodded yes.

"This is'nt Renee, this is Rhonda, my newest daughter" she said, beaming proudly.

Their eyes opened wide and their jaws both dropped to their shoetops. They just stood there staring at me until I got self-concious and started fidgeting. Paul tried to speak but nothing came out.

Finally Rodney managed to say "I've known you since kindergarten, but I thought you were Renee just now."

Mom said "Stop by the house this evening and you can get to know Rhonda, but now we've got to get going. Keep it quiet until she gets used to it, ok?"

They both just stood and gawked as we set off down the mall to find my sisters. We sat down on a pair of benches in the middle of the mall, where my three sisters were already waiting.

"What did Rod and Paul say when they met Rhonda?" Renee asked, adding "We could see the action from here".

"They thought it was you" mom told her.

"Man, are we ever going to have fun when school starts again" was all she said before we started going through the packages they had.

They had bought me 8 new nighties, four of them shorties, 3 cotton, 1 nylon, all with matching panties. I also got 4 new longer nighties and pretty pink robe with lace trim. Pink was going to be my color whether I liked it or not, but I did. In another bag were 4 every day bras, and a set of "day of the week" panties in nylon with lace overlays spelling out the days. Molly pulled out a bag with 5 sets of earrings and two matching bracelets, cautioning me not to wear the dangling ones until my ears healed. It was christmas in June, and I was getting giddy. I could hardly wait to get home and try on the short and tee sets and sandals they got, and the swimsuits, wow!

Finally, mom broke the spell. "Its' after 4 now and we still have Fredericks to do".

At Fredericks, mom just sat and waited, while I went into the dressingroom and tried on the stuff my sisters kept handing me through the door. They also kept peeking in to see what their choices looked like on, and went off for more. Mom and I each had 4 bags to carry out of the store. Dad was right, we needed a truck, but Molly said her back seat was only half full and if she drove home alone it would all fit. I got two really cute negligees, another bustier, black, red and white strapless bras, black stockings, 4 pairs of french cut panties with lace panels around the legs, slips in assorted lengths and colors, half slips, camisoles, and two gaffs (which mom promised me Dad would show me how to use). With all the things my sisters had made or donated already, this new stuff just wasn't going to fit in my room, much less my closet and dresser.

Dad got home just as we were carrying the last load in from Molly's trunk ( he always had a good sense of timing). He walked in from the garage wearing the suit he had on earlier into the house for the first time in my life.

"How's my little girl doing?" he asked.

"She's still in shock" mom said and all three girls seconded.

Mom got things organized, with my sisters starting dinner while my dad changed into "something more comfortable" and she and I heading down to the basement for empty boxes. Mom and I started putting my old clothes into the boxes as my dad came in wearing a light cotton shirtdress and pastel sandals. He still had his wig on but had washed off his makeup and put on a lighter lipstick. He still didn't look at all like a man, but then neither did I. He sat on my bed, putting my new wardrobe on hangers, or folding them and handing them to mom and I to put away.

"Your mom and I decided that when we get to the new house, I will be female full time, and we were really hoping to have an all girl house." he said.

"Now that you've met me as Suzie I can explain a few things, but you better sit, you look ready to faint."

I sat as he started to unbutton the top of his(her?) dress. He slid his bra up and revealed two very beautiful full size C breasts, that I couldn't help but stare at, and started in.

"With your mom's consent, and encouragement, I've been taking hormones for 4 years now, getting ready for this summer. We've kept it from you until now to see how you were going to develop. Everything is totally your choice, which clothes you will keep, how feminine you want to be now and when you grow up, and we will support whatever you decide. I'm not going to have surgery, as your mom likes that part of my anatomy, but the rest she and I prefer to be female. Your sisters are also very much in favor of our decision, and if you haven't already figured it out at the mall, are wholeheartedly in favor of getting another sister. In fact, they are even more entusiastic about it than we are, if that's possible. So, now, tell us how you feel, and be honest, because it will seriously affect the rest of your life."

"The only reservation I have is that her tits are bigger than mine, and I'm a little jealous, other than that Suzie is completely accurate" mom said

"All us girls will completely support you and help you as much as we can, whatever you decide.

If you're comfortable with it we'll go out in the kitchen where your sisters can listen too. They'll hurt themselves with all their ears pressed to your door" she said a lot louder than before.

She was rewarded with the patter of feet running down the hall. They left me alone for a few minutes to gather my thoughts, which I used to change into my new halter top and shorts. After I finally got the breastforms to stay in, and put on my new pastel flipflops, I was ready to talk.

I went into the kitchen amid a chorus of "gee, that's cutes, and I'm jealuoses" from my sisters. I followed dad's example, and put fresh, lighter lipstick on using the supplies Renee had put in my purse. I pulled Renee over to me and held her hand tightly as I started in.

"Mom said you all have known about my choice of clothes for a year now, but its been a lot longer than that. I've worn one or another of your panties almost eveyday since I was 5, and put clean jockeys in the wash to cover it up. Sorry mom. My favorite thing in life so far, except for today, was all the times Molly and Sara put their clothes on me to play house, and dolls. I've always wished I had been a girl too so I could have all their pretty clothes for my own instead of having to borrow them and hide them. I've felt like I was bad or perverted for years about it, but I couldn't help myself. Two days of boys briefs in a row is more than I can stand. Since my tenth birthday, when you got Renee that beautiful birthaday dress, I have been practicing so I could be a girl when I grow up and get my own place or go off to school. I bet, no I know, I wore that dress more that she ever did. That's what happened to the seams on the waistband. I cried when my waist got thick enough that I couldn't wear Renee's clothes anymore, because it was easier to get away with "shopping" in her closet than in Sara's, and Molly's stuff never did fit right. I can't tell you how far I will go with this, but I can tell you that I will have a dress on under my high school graduation gown . I have always called myself Veronica in my bedroom, or hiding down in the basement in a dress, but that's only because I never thought about Rhonda, so the vote is now 5 to 1, sorry Renee. I feel so much better after today, as if no one can tell. I'm glad I don't have to hide it anymore, and at the mall today, even my best friends thought I was a real girl, so there must be something to it. I think the hardest part of the whole thing is going to be calling my dad "she", and like mom and probably Sara, being jealous of her chest."

My sisters all came over and hugged me at that point with tears glistening in their eyes, which went on forever, or at least until the pasta water boiled over.

Dinner was fairly quiet as we all digested the changes that had taken place in the family today with the only downside being when Molly decided for the family that I had to help in the kitchen now since I was a girl. The mood was almost festive at that point, until Rodney and Paul showed up and knocked on the screen door of the kitchen

"Hi guys" I said in my best falsetto.

I was so nervous about what was going to happen now that they were over the initial shock at the mall. That was put to rest quickly when Paul finally spoke up, "Well, finally, the clothes match the bras and panties you've been wearing forever".

"Both of us have been expecting today for quite a while, but neither of us expected how pretty you would look when it happened". Rodney said,

"I really, honestly thought you were Renee at the mall today" he added.

Paul finally noticed my dad, and poked Rodney in the ribs, both their jaws dropping again. My "I wish I had a camera right now" I broke the ice again.

"Yes, it seems to run in the family, but its' not contagious" my dad said.

Everybody laughed at that one. "I'm confused!" was all either of them could respond with.

Noticing that there were two rolled up towels on the porch table, I said "Anyone want to go swimming?". After everone nodded yes, I said "Good, I get to wear the new bikini Molly got me!"

Suzie followed me to my room and helped me arrange everything so that I didn't look strange. She also got some adhesive so "we won't find your new breasts floating around in the pool", and a tieback for my hair. By the time Suzie came back in her bikini, the girls were done clearing the table and headed for their rooms to suit up. Renee apparently had talked Molly into buying two of the bikinis, as when she came out to the pool and took my hand we were identical again. Mom being mom, had to get a picture of Suzie and I, and Renee and I, posing in our suits for the family album. After a brief awkward period, where my frinds weren't sure how to behave, we were all splashing and throwing the beachballs around and dunking each other like we always had.

 

to be continued

  

  

  

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