Tammy Grows Into Womanhood

by Janis Elizabeth

  

Tammy's journey into womanhood had been a long albeit pleasant one for both of us. It began the first time my son Tommy tried on a pair of my satin panties and fell in love with the way they felt when he wore them. My initial discovery of Tommy sitting at my vanity while dressed in some of my lovely satin lingerie was merely the first step in his journey toward femininity and womanhood. Until my discovery that day, my son had hidden his love of feminine things from me. I was surprised but not shocked when I came home early that day to find him dressed femininely. After a discussion between us, Tammy started on her journey, with my blessing as well as my help and guidance, by dressing and living full time as my daughter. Early on, though, Tammy had admitted to me that she did not want to change her gender and be totally a woman. She was very contented being simply a boy who loved wearing lovely dresses and soft, silky lingerie. She also wanted children some day, which would have been impossible had she had the surgery. This decision on her part pleased me greatly since I would now have the best of all combinations, a son and a daughter all in one person.

Her journey continued through high school and beauty school right up to this very minute, one every mother desires to see. Today, my Tammy is going to be married wearing a lovely white wedding gown and veil. Not only that, she is marrying a young woman who has totally accepted her as a person and is not concerned with her desire to wear dresses and lingerie. Wendy is the daughter of Rachel, a very dear friend of mine. One added benefit of Tammy marrying Wendy is that at some time in the future (not too distant I hope) they may be able to give Rachel and I the grandchildren we both desire. However, I am getting way ahead of myself.

After Tammy's admission of loving feminine things, I proceeded to help her dress full time. Between selecting some of my clothes, including my lingerie, and the wardrobe we purchased for her, Tammy was a very well dressed young lady. I also had been able to enroll Tammy for her junior year in the New Castle Academy for Young Ladies, a private school located nearby, so that she began the new school year in her new school. For about forty of the students, it was the Academy for Special Young Ladies. Approximately half of these special young ladies were there to learn how to behave and act like women, as they would become women through corrective surgery after they were 18. This was either their desire or the wish of a dominant mother that didn't want her son to grow up like the rest of the males in the world. Of the remaining girls, most were like Tammy who wanted to be able to look, act and live like a young lady even though they retained certain hidden assets in their pretty panties. A few were there to be turned into proper sissies and ultimately become maids serving a dominant woman or man. Only the Headmistress of the school and a few of the faculty knew that these 40 or so students were not truly proper young ladies. The only concession to the special young ladies, other than not revealing their status or gender, was that they took their gym classes as a group and were not mixed in with the rest of the students. Tammy told me it was interesting showering after gym, seeing all of the special young ladies in their pink or flowered plastic shower caps and having their unsightly male equipment visible.

Each school day, Tammy would put on her school uniform, starting with her garter belt, bra with breast forms and panties all in pink satin. To ensure that she kept a smooth feminine front in her panties, she made sure that she wore a clean maxi pad every day and also had a few in her purse should she need to make a change during the day. Tammy would carefully put on her pink stockings and ensure that they were securely attached to her garters. A plain full pink satin slip, with no lace or trimming, slid over her body. Before putting on the rest of her uniform, she would carefully do her hair and makeup. After a few lessons in hair styling and makeup application, Tammy became very adept in making herself look pretty.

She would then put on the rest of her uniform, which included a pink satin blouse, lavender A-line satin skirt, lacy white socks with pink trim and black Mary Janes. Before leaving for school, she would don her lavender blazer, the lavender uniform hat with the pink satin streamers and her pink, wrist length gloves. She would gather her lavender purse along with her books and be off to another day of school, looking every inch the sweet and proper young lady. Needless to say, Tammy had easily accepted the move to the girls' school. Her happiness in attending such a school and at becoming more and more of a young lady was reflected in her grades, which went from B's and C's to all A's.

At school, Tammy was developing some excellent friendships, both with the girls and with the special girls there. However, none of the true girls would ever consider dating someone in a dress, although a few of the special girls expressed some interest, which Tammy did not encourage. The social life that Tammy would have wanted was virtually non-existent. Some of her school friends even offered to set Tammy up with their brother, cousin or good friend. Tammy went out on a few of these blind dates but quickly soured on them. She was not comfortable dating a boy, especially when the boy was only interested in how far Tammy would let him go sexually. Each boy she dated found out quickly that she was not to be an easy trophy to brag about. Many times, either on Friday or Saturday night, I would get Tammy out of the house by taking her out to eat and then to a movie. She always looked so pretty when she was dressed, usually in a satin skirt and blouse, more often than not, lingerie, stockings and heels, which were borrowed from me.

Tammy's lack of social life was so upsetting to me that I had to talk to someone about it. When Tammy's new life first began, I had confided in Rachel about my newfound daughter. She was very happy for both of us and always asked about Tammy's progress into her new life. She seemed to savor each feminine advancement that Tammy made. I had even detailed to her about how Tammy had once worn my wedding gown and how beautiful she looked wearing it. When I showed her the pictures taken that day, Rachel agreed that Tammy had made a lovely bride. I also told her of the special things we did at Christmas, Valentine's Day and Easter. She eagerly listened as I detailed each event.

Therefore, shortly after Easter, it was only natural that I again turn to Rachel, this time to detail my concerns about Tammy's lack of a social life. She listened carefully to me as I noted my concerns for my daughter. She nodded thoughtfully several times throughout my discourse. I guess I finished on a note of despair when I plaintively asked if there was any way that I could help Tammy. After a few seconds of silence, Rachel mentioned that she might have a possible solution. It seems that her daughter Wendy, who was more comfortable in slacks than in skirts and dresses, had a unique obsession with every boy she had dated. Invariably, she would try to get them to wear her dresses and lingerie. Several of the boys' mothers had complained about Wendy's efforts to feminize their sons to the point that Wendy really didn't date anymore. When I asked about Wendy, her mom assured me that she was indeed a lovely girl and only a year older than my Tammy. It was just this one quirk in her behavior that kept her from being a popular girl. After some discussion, both Rachel and I felt that perhaps Wendy and Tammy should get to know each other. She asked me how much she could tell Wendy about Tammy. I told her to tell whatever she felt she needed to get Wendy's interest. I would do the same with Tammy. We agreed that Rachel and Wendy should come over for dinner on Saturday so that the girls could meet.

That evening, after dinner, I sat at the kitchen table with Tammy and told her of my concerns about her lack of a social life. I also mentioned Wendy and the unique quirk in her personality. I said that Wendy and her mom were coming to dinner Saturday night so that the two teens could meet. I asked Tammy if she had any objections to meeting Wendy. After a few seconds of thought, she admitted that it might prove interesting. At least she would be meeting a girl, rather than having her girl friends trying to fix her up with a boy.

Saturday was a busy day for both of us. In addition to cleaning the house, setting the table and doing the food preparation, Tammy and I took time to have our hair done. I always enjoyed seeing my lovely daughter sitting in the stylist's chair, her outfit covered with a pink plastic shampoo cape, getting her hair set on rollers and then being covered with a hairnet. Of course, we sat side by side under the dryers. This day, her style fell easily to her shoulders and had a hint of an outward curl.

At home, there were a lot of last minute things to do. Tammy put her pink ruffled apron on over her dark green full-skirted satin dress and helped to get ready. It was interesting listening to two pairs of heels as we moved from the kitchen to the hardwood floors of the dining room. As I was getting the last of the meal prepared, the doorbell rang. Tammy, still wearing her apron, went to answer it. She smiled a friendly smile as she greeted Wendy and her mom. Rachel told Tammy how lovely she looked in her dress and how nice her hair and makeup were. Wendy was quiet, either because she was not interested in Tammy and was doing this only to please her mom or she was pleasantly surprised at Tammy's appearance. I came in and gave Rachel a hug and then greeted Wendy. She was wearing a lovely light green pantsuit, a white blouse and one-inch chunky heels. I noticed that she was a very pretty girl and that my very outgoing Tammy had become more subdued and quiet.

During dinner, Rachel and I chatted about different things and tried to draw the girls into the chat. However, other than for brief responses to direct questions, they seemed more intent upon simply exchanging glances with each other. At one point a very knowing look passed between Rachel and I as the beginnings of smiles played across our lips. After dinner, I told Tammy to take Wendy into the family room while Rachel and I cleaned up. Some forty-five minutes later, we walked in unexpectedly to find them sharing a light but tender kiss. Both girls appeared flustered when we walked in. Wendy then asked her mom if she could use the car to take Tammy to the movies. At that, I told Rachel that I would be glad to take her home if she wanted to leave before they got back from the movies. I had already had the mother-daughter talk with Tammy about dating and she knew what proper behavior on a date included. She excused herself and went to get her purse. Rachel let Wendy have the car and said she would visit with me until they returned. A curfew of 11:30 was established for them to be back. They agreed and quickly went out the door. Rachel and I looked at each other and smiled broadly.

That was the start of a wonderful relationship. If you believe in love at first sight, then you have to believe that Wendy and Tammy were destined for each other. They fell in love, much to the joy and surprise of Rachel and I. They would see each other on Friday and Saturday nights and then go to church together on Sunday. During the week, they would talk to each other on the phone. Whenever she went out, Tammy always dressed nicely, but Sunday mornings she always seemed to take extra pains with her appearance, making sure she had on a pretty dress, lingerie, and heels.

It wasn't long into their relationship before Tammy said that Wendy had asked her to her senior prom and that she needed to get a gown. She also said that she had invited Wendy to her junior prom the following week. When I asked if one gown would suffice for both events, she assured me it would. We arranged to go to a formal shop for her prom gown. During our shopping, I asked her what Wendy would wear. She was unsure but said it didn't matter. We found a lovely gown for Tammy in dusty rose. It was sleeveless with a full skirt flowing from the waist and a cowl neckline. We also got her heels that were died to match the color of her gown. I asked Tammy if she wanted to wear elbow length gloves and she readily agreed. We were able to get her gloves, a satin evening bag and her lingerie to match her gown. Tammy was so excited about the thought of going to not one but two proms within the space of one week.

Prom day was another busy time for us as Tammy had a total day of beauty scheduled before she went to the prom. I took her and watched as her hair was washed and set, her nails were polished in dusty rose enamel that would match her gown, her pores were treated with a deep cleansing mask and her makeup was done. Her eye shadow, blush and lipstick were all in dusty rose and also matched her gown. Joan, her stylist, piled Tammy's hair on top of her head in a very sophisticated style. She also had spiral tendrils coming down from the top to frame Tammy's face.

At home, as we had very little time, we hurried to get Tammy ready, without mussing her hair and makeup. She quickly changed into her new dusty rose satin lingerie and attached her stockings to her suspender belt. After carefully sliding her full ankle-length slip over her body and putting on her three-inch heels, she was ready for her gown. I removed it from the hanger and carefully held open the bottom, so that we could slide it over her head. Tammy put her arms through and watched as I drew the gown down over her body. The fitted bodice became snugger over her teenage breasts as I zipped up the back. I straightened out the full skirt that flowed gracefully from her waist. I helped her with her necklace and earrings. Tammy was so nervous that I don't think she would have been able to deal with the clasp on her pearls or put the pearl clip-ons on her lobes. After helping her into her satin gloves, I went to my vanity and returned with a bottle of my best perfume. I sprayed some on her as she took in the wonderful fragrance. When she had the chance to look in the mirror, she was delighted with the image peering back at her. I told her how lovely and grown-up she looked. Tammy smiled and said that while she looked grown-up, she was still my little girl. This caused me to glow inwardly.

We finished not a minute too soon as I heard the doorbell ring. Tammy was ready to run and open it. I told her to be patient and wait and let me open the door. She could make her 'grand entrance' into the room a few seconds later. Of course, it was Wendy waiting at the door. She wore a very dressy black satin pants suit, black patent one-inch chunky heels and a ruffled white satin blouse. Her hair, although nicely done, was not styled for a prom. She was holding a corsage box from a local florist. When she saw Tammy enter the room, she almost gasped. As Wendy handed her the corsage, she told Tammy how pretty she looked. After Tammy slipped the corsage on her wrist, they posed for the obligatory pictures for Mom. Wendy had made a dinner reservation for them and then they would go on to the prom. Wendy gave me an approximate time that they would be home and I nodded approvingly. I told Tammy to enjoy herself. She flashed a smile and assured me that she would. I looked out the living room window as Wendy carefully guided Tammy into the passenger seat of her car, after opening the door for her. Although Tammy had practiced sitting in her gown, she still had a bit of a struggle getting into the front seat of the car. When she was in and her gown was straightened out, Wendy closed the door for her.

Rather than sit in the living room and wait up for Tammy, I went to my room, changed into a teal satin waltz-length nightgown and read. I must have dozed off because I didn't hear Tammy until she called for me as she approached my room. A quick glance at the clock told me that Wendy had gotten her home when she said she would. I asked Tammy if she needed some help in changing into her nightgown. Her response was a very dreamy "Yes" while she hummed "I Could Have Danced All Night." As I helped her out of her gown, I asked her if she had a good time. While she removed her lingerie and put on a waltz-length pink satin nightgown, she told me about the evening and what a perfect date Wendy was. Before I could say anything, Tammy said that Wendy behaved perfectly and almost took the male role in the date. She also said that, as a couple, they got some different looks, although no one said anything. Those who knew Wendy figured she had convinced some boy to wear a gown. Those that didn't assumed she had brought another girl to the prom. However, among Wendy's friends, Tammy said she was well received and treated with respect. As she got into bed, she said that she couldn't believe that she will go through this excitement again next weekend. I smiled and wished her good night.

The next weekend for Tammy's prom was a repeat of the prior weekend. This time, Tammy wore her hair down. Joan even added pink and lavender satin streamers to the back of her hair. When Wendy arrived in her dressy black satin pants suit to pick Tammy up, she knew what to expect when Tammy walked into the room. Still, she was somewhat stunned to see how pretty Tammy looked with her hair down. Again, Mom's obligatory pictures were taken before they left. When Tammy came home that evening, she was again in a dreamy state. As I helped her change, she gave me details of the dance. The ones that were going to change gender were there in lovely satin finery with what seemed to be their boy friends. Those that were sissies under a dominant were usually dressed in little girl's satiny party dresses and were usually there alone. Tammy said a few even appeared to be wearing diapers under their little girl's dresses. She did say that the sissies pretty much stayed in their own little corner of the room. She then sighed dreamily and said how nice it was to be held in Wendy's arms as they danced all through the night. I hugged her and then turned out the light.

With school ending for the year, Wendy and Tammy planned many outings. Of course this meant that Tammy had to have at least one bathing suit if not more. We found several cute styles for a girl her age. Each had a built in padded bra and fit her well. One was in pink with a scooped back, one was navy with red and white stripes diagonally across the front and one was a light green print. I also got two lightweight beach cover-ups, which she could wear over her bathing suit. Tammy asked if she could have an old-fashioned rubber bathing cap, saying that Wendy really liked them and hoped she would wear one when they went to the beach. Of course I got her one. In order to keep her male part hidden, I also got her a dancer's gaff, which kept her nicely tucked and gave her a very feminine front.

One day, when they were scheduled to go to the beach, it was raining. Tammy still wanted to go, so I made sure she wore her lovely belted, clear plastic raincoat and hood. I thought Wendy was going to have an orgasm right there when she saw Tammy wearing the plastic raincoat. As they walked to the car, she had her arm around Tammy, lightly caressing her through the plastic. That evening, Tammy told me how much Wendy liked her in the raincoat and that she would have to wear it more often.

Summer quickly turned to fall and another school year. While Tammy was finishing her senior year at New Castle, Wendy was attending the local university, majoring in engineering. Fall signaled the approach of the holiday season. Wendy and Tammy were still dating regularly and seemed to be growing closer. Although very circumspect when in public, even to the point of avoiding holding hands, they were very passionate when in the privacy of each other's homes. At one point, I asked Tammy if she and Wendy were still behaving or if things had gotten more intimate between them. Tammy smiled and said they were saving themselves for each other for their wedding night. Tammy did say that at times it was difficult, but they both realized that the wait would be worth it. She also mentioned that Wendy was on birth control pills as an added precaution.

Halloween arrived and with it the opportunity to attend a costume party given by one of Wendy's friends. Tammy asked me if I thought it would be all right if she went dressed as a little girl in diapers, ruffled panties and a pretty party dress. I said I thought she would look divine dressed like that. She said Wendy was planning on going as a superhero, complete with tights and satin cape. I asked her if she would like to go shopping for her costume. When she asked where we were going, I simply smiled at her and told her to wait and see.

We drove out to a store that catered to adult babies. Tammy was both delighted and surprised. As we entered, the saleslady asked if she could help us. Before I could say anything, Tammy spoke up and said she wanted to be dressed as a little girl for Halloween, complete with diapers and ruffled panties. The saleslady was pleased to hear such a definite request from one in her teen years, especially one in so feminine a school uniform. Typically, she admitted to us, it was the wife or mother seeking to put her husband or son into diapers and dresses that usually answered her questions. She showed Tammy a selection of pretty satin party dresses in a variety of sizes and pastel colors. Tammy selected pink, light green and light yellow to try on and was praised on her selection.

In the fitting room, Tammy removed her uniform and stepped into the starched crinoline that would go under any of the three dresses. She first tried on the pink one. I zipped up the back and tied the streamers into a big bow while she straightened out the skirt. Next, she tried on the pale yellow. In both cases, she really didn't like the way the dress looked on her. When she tried on the pale green and looked at herself in the mirror, she was pleased with what she saw. She said that this was her dress.

The saleslady offered to help her find everything else that she would need to wear, for which Tammy was grateful. She had Tammy try on a pair of lacy ankle socks and black Mary Janes. She next placed a big light green satin bow into the back of Tammy's hair. I smiled as I thought how much like a larger size little girl she looked like. When the saleslady mentioned diapers, Tammy said that she wanted to wear a double thickness with both plain and ruffled plastic panties over them. She was pleased when the saleslady produced both pairs of panties in a light green to match her dress. Tammy also got a pink set for a spare. The saleslady produced a little girl's purse to match Tammy's dress. Lastly she asked if Tammy wanted a pacifier. Tammy nodded and was pleased when the saleslady produced adult sizes of the normal baby's pacifier. Tammy quickly popped it between her lips and sucked on it like a baby. After changing back into her uniform, Tammy emerged from the fitting room smiling. She naturally bought everything that the saleslady recommended.

Halloween night, I helped Tammy get ready for the party. Wearing only her bra, she lay on the bed waiting for me to diaper her. I put two thick cotton diapers under her bottom, and then applied lotion and baby powder to her. I smiled as I remembered doing this when Tammy was truly a baby. I pinned the diapers with the cute pins and then put both pairs of plastic panties on her. When she stood up, the ruffles on her panties looked so adorable. I helped her finish dressing and reminded her to be especially light with her makeup. I pinned her pacifier to her dress so that she wouldn't lose it. When she came down some minutes later, she looked just like the little girl that I wish I could have had years ago. The bow with the streamers in Tammy's hair also was so lovely.

Wendy arrived a few minutes later wearing the superhero costume, as Tammy had told me. She was pleased with how sweet Tammy looked. As she lightly caressed Tammy's backside, Tammy smiled and nodded when Wendy asked, "Two?" I took pictures of the two of them and also took some special shots of Tammy posing in various little girl poses. I made sure her ruffled panties could be seen in some of the photos.

As usual, I did not wait up but changed into a nice, silky nightgown and sat up on my bed and read. I must have fallen asleep because I was suddenly aware of Tammy at my door saying, "Mom, would you help me change?" I got up and followed Tammy to her room. Watching her, it was evident that her diapers were wet. After helping her out of her dress, I had her lay on her bed while I removed her diapers. I gave her a questioning look about them being wet. Tammy smiled and said that Wendy kept on bringing her one soda after another and there was really no way for her to go to the bathroom in her diapers. So when her bladder was full, she simply used the diapers for their intended purpose. She said she was dancing with Wendy at the time and that Wendy was pleased to have her truly act as a little baby girl. As I cleaned her up, I asked if she wanted to sleep in diapers tonight. She smiled and said that would be lovely. I used the powder and lotion and then placed two dry diapers under her. After pinning them, I put on both pairs of the pink plastic panties. Tammy continued to get ready for bed and decided to wear her pink satin baby doll pajamas, which definitely had a little girl look about them. I smiled as she got into bed and settled down under the covers, her pacifier between her lips. It reminded me of what could have been had I had a daughter.

For Christmas, Wendy gave Tammy a gift certificate for a custom fit corset. Additionally, Rachel gave her a certificate for two more, saying that they would help Tammy develop a nice feminine figure. Rachel even said that she had taken the liberty to set up the appointment for Tammy's corset fitting for a time between the holidays. She asked if I minded her boldness. We agreed to meet at the corsetiere's. Tammy would be fitted with her corset before the shop opened as Rachel had discreetly told the owner about Tammy and had requested a private fitting. The owner was pleased to help Tammy attain the proper feminine figure and readily agreed to the private appointment.

Tammy was excited about her fitting as she dressed that morning. She had selected my gold satin blouse and black satin full, mid-calf skirt to wear along with her three-inch heels. Although she wore a garter belt to hold up her stockings, she knew that she would be carrying that garment home in a bag after her fitting. As we drove to the corsetiere, she was hoping that she would be able to tolerate wearing the restrictive garment. I assured her that she would quickly adapt to wearing the corset and not even notice it in time.

Rachel and Wendy were waiting for us when we arrived. As we went inside, Tammy told Wendy that she was saving the one gift certificate so that some day she could get her white satin bridal corset. This caused Wendy to smile with pleasure. Giselle, the shop owner, greeted us at the door. Taking Tammy by the hand, Giselle led her to a fitting room while we followed along some distance behind. After having Tammy undress down to her bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels, Giselle proceeded to take all of the necessary measurements in order to properly fit Tammy's corset.

While she went to the back of her shop, we chatted among ourselves. I could sense Tammy's excitement as she would soon be wearing a corset and developing a more feminine figure. Giselle returned with a lovely over the bust white satin corset, trimmed with pink lace and suspenders. She placed the garment around Tammy's body, fastened the basic hooks and then had Tammy stretch and hold on to the lacing bar overhead. As Giselle laced the corset tighter, she told Tammy to take shorter, quicker breaths so that she didn't become lightheaded and pass out. Tammy complied, while holding tightly to the lacing bar. When Giselle tied off the laces and then measured Tammy's waist, she found that the corset had reduced her waist by a good five inches. Tammy was exhilarated as she commented on how wonderful the corset felt while Wendy had a hard time keeping her hands off of Tammy's new hourglass figure.

Giselle asked if Tammy was going to wear the corset or take it home in a bag. Tammy smiled and said that she planned to wear it for the rest of the day. Giselle then recommended that Tammy get a second corset, a lighter weight one with less severe restrictions for sleeping so that she could continue her figure training even at night. Everyone agreed that this was a good idea. Quickly Giselle produced a sleep corset, also in white satin trimmed in pink for Tammy's approval. After agreeing to take both corsets and using her gift certificate from Rachel, Tammy asked if there were special bridal corsets for some day in the future. Giselle assured her that they had lovely white satin bridal corsets from which she could make her selection. Tammy was also advised to come back periodically for a new corset that would continue her shaping and waist reduction. Giselle promised private appointments similar to this morning any time Tammy wanted to return. Tammy smiled and said she would keep in touch.

Throughout the rest of the day, Tammy wore her corset, much to the delight of Wendy. Rachel and I left Wendy and Tammy to enjoy the day without their mothers around. That evening, she asked me to help her change into her sleep corset, as it was a back lacing corset. I helped her remove the corset she had been wearing and then carefully helped her into her sleep corset. She then put on a form fitting satin nightgown, showing off her new figure and asked if I would help her put her hair up on rollers.

As I rolled her hair, I teased Tammy about all of the discomfort she would be enduring tonight, with the corset around her body and then sleeping with a head full of rollers. She smiled and said that it would be worth it, especially if it pleased Wendy. I asked her how serious things were between the two of them, especially in light of the remark at Giselle's about the bridal corset. She said that although no definite commitment had been made, Wendy said she wanted to have at least half of her college education completed before she got married. As I put Tammy's ruffled, pink satin hair bonnet over her rollers, I asked what her college plans were. She replied that she wasn't going to college. Instead, she was going to go to beauty school and learn how to be a hair stylist. I was somewhat disappointed by this but knew that this was what Tammy really wanted. I hoped that this would be the right decision for her. I hugged her good night and wished her pleasant dreams.

Soon it was spring, time for the senior prom and graduation. This year Tammy had a different gown for her prom. For her prom, she wore a gold satin sheath with bared shoulders and spaghetti straps. I teased her about getting a strapless gown although she was not ready for that just yet. Her lingerie, gloves, purse and shoes matched her gown and her hair and makeup made her seem so grown-up. Wendy wore her black satin tuxedo, white satin front-button blouse and her chunky one-inch heels. Although I knew this was how Wendy regularly dressed, I was still surprised each time I saw dressed this formally.

For her graduation, Tammy wore a white satin knee-length dress, white satin lingerie and white, two-inch heels under her graduation gown as Wendy had worn the preceding year to her graduation. Rachel had put her foot down and said that on that one occasion, Wendy was going to dress like a proper young lady. She also didn't have any choice over her graduation robe. Because she was a girl, Wendy had to wear the white cap and gown that all of the female graduates wore. For Tammy's graduation, Wendy even surprised us by wearing a lovely dark blue, full-skirted satin dress. Tammy looked so lovely in her white dress, heels and her lavender cap with a pink tassel and lavender graduation robe trimmed in pink. I was so proud of her when she moved her pink tassel to the other side after receiving her diploma. One phase of her life had ended and a new phase was soon beginning. Tammy had been accepted at a highly esteemed beauty school. Her classes would be beginning in a few weeks.

After graduation, I had gotten Tammy several uniforms and lingerie for school. During the early phases of her schooling, while she was still learning, she would have to wear a fitted pink knee-length uniform. Once she was allowed to work on customers, her uniform would be a fitted white uniform instead of the pink. Naturally, I got her several matching sets of both pink and white satin lingerie to wear under her uniforms. As she advanced and was able to put her learning skills into practice, I would occasionally visit the clinic of the school and have Tammy provide me with one of the services that the clinic offered, usually a shampoo and set. Tammy looked so professional in her crisp white uniform as she placed a colored shampoo cape over me. She would take me to the shampoo bowl and gently but thoroughly give me an excellent shampoo. After rinsing my hair, she would take me back to her work area, where she would quickly set my hair on rollers and then secure them in place with a triangle hairnet. She would then place me under a dryer while my hair dried. Once I was dry, she quickly removed the net and rollers and styled my hair into an attractive style. I always made sure I gave her a nice tip.

Throughout that summer, Tammy was busy with her schooling. She still had time for Wendy, as they were together a lot on weekends. Trips to the beach, park concerts, movies, picnics and church provided ample opportunities for them to be together. At one point, Tammy even wished that she could wear a two-piece bathing suit. She thought they were cute, even though Wendy loved seeing her wearing her one-piece suits along with her rubber bathing caps.

Summer was over much too quickly and fall was upon us. Wendy was well into her second year of studies at the university and Tammy was making great strides toward becoming an accomplished hair stylist and cosmetician. They did still get together on weekends, even though they mostly stayed around the house. Wendy would study while allowing Tammy to do her hair. It was a curious sight to walk into the family room and see Wendy studying, with a big soft plastic hair dryer hood over her head, a hose from the hood to a portable dryer at her side, while Tammy was trying to give her a manicure.

Roughly four weeks before Halloween, Tammy asked me if she could get a custom made costume for this year. While having no reservations about a custom made costume, I asked her what she wanted to be. Tammy smiled and said she would like to be a French maid this year, complete with ultra high heels, full petticoats, an apron and a maid's cap. I smiled at her response and assured her she could be a custom made maid. I called a friend, who had her own seamstress shop, about making Tammy's costume for her. Debra said it would not be a problem and asked when we could come over to be measured. I looked questioningly at Tammy, who responded, "Would now be good?" Deb said that would be fine and she would wait for us. Tammy, still in her white uniform, and I immediately headed for the shop. Deb greeted each of us with a hug as we entered her shop. She had Tammy go to a fitting room and remove her uniform. Deb looked at me questioningly as I nodded to confirm her thoughts. I said that was my son and it was his decision to dress like a woman and become my full time daughter. Upon hearing this, Deb smiled and said that Tammy was truly a lovely girl. She then went and measured Tammy and made sure that she understood what Tammy wanted in her uniform. Once she had all the conformation, she assured Tammy that the costume would be ready well in time for Halloween. Before we left, I paid Deb for the uniform and accessories.

Tammy and I then went to a specialty shoe store, which featured the ultra high heels. Tammy found a pair of five-inch heels in black patent leather with an ankle strap. When she found them in her size, she sat down and immediately tried them on. As she stood, I was there for her to lean on, in case she was unsteady walking in that high a heel. It took her a few minutes of my support, before she could walk well in the shoes. She moved over to a mirror and admired the heels on her feet. As we checked out, Tammy also included two pairs of black seamed stockings and two pairs of fishnets, saying she wasn't sure which she would wear on Halloween. I told her that either would look lovely on her.

Halloween arrived and Tammy had her new maid's uniform. She dressed in the white satin lingerie I had gotten her. She carefully pulled the black seamed stockings over her bright red toenails and slid them up her legs, fastening them to the garters attached to her corset. After putting on her new heels, she stepped into her starched petticoats and pulled them up to her waist. I helped her secure them in place. She then put on her new black satin uniform. As I zipped up the back, I teased her about how the shortness of her skirt and her petticoats might expose her pretty ruffled panties underneath. She smiled and said she certainly hoped so. I tied her frilly white apron in the back and helped pin the lacy maid's cap to her freshly styled hair. Lastly, she slid her black satin elbow length gloves on to her arms. As she walked around the room before Wendy arrived, she was quite graceful and lovely. Needless to say, Wendy was impressed with how good Tammy looked as a maid. I told them to have fun and then sat in the living room.

After dealing with the assorted witches, ghosts and goblins that visited me that night seeking treats, I closed up the house, making sure I left a light on for Tammy. I then went to my room and read and dozed until Tammy got home. I heard her come in the house and was fully awake when she walked, or floated, into my room. She was absolutely beaming as she told me how nice the party was. She also said that Wendy had formally asked to marry her. Before I could ask, Tammy sighed and said that she had accepted. She would get her diamond ring at Christmas. I hugged her and told her how wonderful that was. I then asked if they had a date in mind for the wedding. Tammy smiled and said that she would simply love a Christmas wedding and wondered if we could be ready by next year. Although this was somewhat of a shock to me, I assured her that we would do our best to have the wedding then. I then helped Tammy change out of her uniform and corset. After she had put on her nightgown and taken care of her skin cleansing, she came and gave me a hug and told me how much she loved me and appreciated me for helping her live her dream. I smiled and said she was everything and more I had ever wanted in a daughter.

Christmas was quickly upon us. Rachel, Wendy, Tammy and I went to candle lighting services on Christmas Eve. Both Tammy and I wore, green satin lingerie, red satin blouses, green plaid ankle length skirts and red heels. After the service, Wendy slipped a beautiful half-carat diamond on to Tammy's left hand. After congratulating the happy couple, Rachel and I agreed to meet between the holidays so that we could start the wedding planning.

As always, when you are planning and anticipating an event, such as a wedding, time does seem to pass quickly. Tammy finished her education at the beauty school and went to work at a very upscale salon where she quickly became one of the most demanded stylists in the shop. Wendy finished her second year on the dean's list. In planning with the kids, Rachel and I agreed on a very small wedding since many of those who knew either Tommy or Wendy that we could invite to the wedding would not understand about either Tammy or Wendy. The kids had approached our minister and completely explained their situation and asked her if she would perform the ceremony. After a little thought she readily agreed, since she felt that there was a genuine love between them that would last, regardless of what each wore. She was pleased to learn that both of the girls would wear white gowns and that white was truly appropriate for each of them. She had several pre-marriage counseling sessi0ons with them so that they were prepared for the ceremony.

After Tammy finished her schooling, we were able to fit in shopping for her wedding gown. I had asked her if she wanted to be married in my gown. She smiled and said it was a lovely gesture and that she had wonderful memories of her previous bridal day, when she did wear my gown and have pictures taken. However, she wanted to have her own memories, in her own gown. I readily agreed with her wish.

It took looking in a few bridal salons before we found Tammy's dream gown. It was a white satin gown, fitted to the waist with a full flowing skirt. It had sheer sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The gown required a bridal petticoat underneath to make the skirt full. It also had a six foot detachable satin train that spread out from her waist. Her fingertip blusher veil fell from a spray of satin roses. When Tammy tried on the gown along with a pair of four-inch heels and stood before me, my heart swelled with pride over my lovely daughter. I told her how beautiful she looked and that she would truly be a lovely bride. Of course, Tammy blushed upon hearing my words, but she did have an inner glow of satisfaction as she looked at herself in a floor length mirror. The bridal consultant said that the gown would need a few alterations and proceeded to make notes on what needed to be done. She also complimented Tammy on her lovely figure and upon the corset she was wearing. Tammy smiled and said she already had her lovely white satin bridal corset for her wedding day. She had already visited Giselle and been fitted for her new corset.

After she had changed out of the gown back into the black satin skirt and white satin blouse she was wearing that day, we moved to the section of the salon where they had lovely negligees on display for that special first night. Tammy was totally smitten with the satin and lace confections. She picked out two that really appealed to her. One was an ankle-length, form fitting white satin gown with spaghetti straps and a sheer white robe. The other was an identical gown in black. Tammy said that this way she could be innocent one time and naughty the next. Rachel had already told me that she had convinced Wendy to get a lovely negligee for her wedding night and that Wendy had readily agreed. I could just imagine these two, slipping into white satin and lace confections as they set out to learn about and enjoy each other. We also selected white satin panties and stockings especially to be worn under her wedding gown.

The big day quickly arrived. Tammy had two of her co-workers and two of her special girlfriends from New Castle serving as her honor attendants. Her Maid of Honor, Megan, one of her special girlfriends, wore a lovely lavender satin gown with spaghetti straps, fitted bodice and flowing skirt while the bridesmaids wore gowns of the same style in pink satin. Each of the girls wore satin elbow length gloves that matched their gown. As she was helping Tammy get dressed in her corset, Megan told her how fortunate that she was to be able to wear a magnificent wedding gown and to be able to marry a woman and have a real marriage. She hugged my daughter and lightly kissed her cheek. Before Tammy put on her wedding gown, Megan made sure that the bride's blue garter was properly placed on her leg.

As I stood before my daughter in the small anteroom at the church, I went over her bridal checklist. Her something old was her strand of pearls that had been handed down from my mother. Her something new, of course, was her gown and veil. Her something borrowed was a lacy white hanky that she had borrowed from Robin, another of her special girlfriends who was a bridesmaid and the something blue was her bridal garter. I hugged her and told her how beautiful a bride she was on this day. I also told her that I had been proud of her before when she was my son Tommy and how proud I now was of her as my lovely daughter Tammy. I then placed her veil over her face and watched as her smile broadened in anticipation of her imminent wedding.

I offered my arm to Tammy and escorted her down the aisle to the front of the church where Wendy and Rachel were awaiting. Wendy looked lovely standing there waiting for Tammy in a fitted white satin sheath gown with lace sleeves and her veil.

As we stood at the front of the church, the minister first looked at Wendy and asked, "Who gives this woman Wendy in marriage?" Rachel replied that she did. She then lifted Wendy's veil, kissed her on the cheek and went to her seat. The minister then repeated the same question to me. After I responded, I followed Rachel's actions in lifting Tammy's veil, kissing her on the cheek and taking my seat.

After the exchanging of vows and wedding rings, the minister spoke, seemingly to Tammy and Wendy, but in actual fact to all of us witnessing this union. She spoke of the love that was evident between Tammy and Wendy from the first time she met them and reminded both of them that they must work every day to keep that love alive and special and fresh. She then spoke of both of the participants before her dressed in lovely white gowns. The minister reminded us all that love is not based on what we wear but how we deal with each other. When she finished, she then declared Tammy and Wendy to be properly married. As Wendy turned to kiss her bride Tammy, I felt the tears of joy and happiness well up in my eyes. I glanced at Rachel and observed her daubing at her eyes with a tissue. Rachel and I were beaming as Wendy and Tammy walked out of the church arm in arm.

During the reception, there were two bouquet tosses and two garter tosses. The photographer took the appropriate cheesecake shot as Tammy's gown was lifted above her knees to reveal her blue garter. Of course, Tammy was helping them, although feigning modesty. The sharing of the wedding cake was a gentle and loving act not one where the bride and groom try to mess up each other. The couple's first dance again brought tears to my eyes. I was so happy for Tammy. Of course, I danced with Tammy and Rachel danced with Wendy as the brides brought us onto the floor.

All too soon, the reception was over. Tammy and Wendy exited the building and headed for the limousine as we all showered them with rice. Tammy's suitcases were packed and I had made sure that her two bridal negligees were on top so that she could wear the one that suited her mood. As the limo drove away, Rachel and I smiled at each other and made comments on the honeymoon night. Our ultimate thoughts, though, centered on the happiness of our girls, the hope that they would have a long and happy marriage and, do we dare hope, granddaughters.

  

  

  

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