Three Cheers for Ellen

by Ellen

 

CHAPTER 3: First day home.

 

Sunday afternoon Steve’s Mother had waited inside her red Cadillac Coup De Ville. Her name was Denise Cohen, this was her maiden name which she had switched back to when Steve’s father left her fourteen years earlier. Denise was a strong woman, ran her own business out of the house, very independent. There have been other men on her life, but none she would ever consider marrying. Some people would even tell you there have been some women in her life. To say she could be wild is an understatement. Looking in the rear view mirror, Denise arranged her bangs and then undid her purple hair scrunchy. She ran her long fingers, that were had manicured nails painted red, and gathered up into a ponytail. She wound the elastic purple band back into place holding her hair together. Looking down at her white t-shirt she gathered the strands of hair that had fallen out and dropped them out the window.

The train pulled into the Deerfield station. Denise Cohen eyed the platform for her son to get off the train. The Metra commuter train began to pull away. About several people walked towards her parked car. At first she had thought Steve had missed the train, but then her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. If it were not for his eyes she never would have recognized her child. Carrying two large suitcases in each hand and a duffle bag across his shoulder Steve was a shadow of himself since the winter break. Denise opened the car door and stepped out and ran her hand down the front of her Purple tennis skirt with white trim.

Steve walked up and could see the surprised look on her face.

"Hi mom", he greeted.

Denise embraced her son, "Welcome home." Her brown eyes taking in a closer look at the thinner boy. "C’mon I’ll open the trunk for you so you could give me a proper hug."

They went around and opened the trunk. The moment of silence while he situated the bags in the car was almost unbearable for Steve as well as for his mother.

She commented, "My goodness look at you, you lost weight, your hair is longer."

Steve thought about what she would say if she saw him last Friday night. "What can I say mom, food is not as good at school as you and grandma make."

He closed the trunk of the car and the two hugged again. Denise, although was concerned was about his health, was happy that her son was home.

"So how did you do on your final exams?"

"Well to tell you the truth I did pretty good, considering how busy I was last semester with my extra-curricular activities."

"Is that why I hardly heard from you? What kind of activities?" Prodded Denise.

"Well…" He hesitated.

"Was there a young lady involved?" She teased.

Steve squirmed a little. "I hung around a few of the girls."

"One of these days I should give you my safe sex speech." She laughed.

The safe sex speech was a private joke between the two. When Steve was in Junior High School he found a package of condoms in a box of display items from his mothers work. When Steve saw them he knew what they were and this at the time surprised the hell out of Denise.

She gave him the box as a precaution and said, "This is my safe sex speech to you."

During the rest of the ride home Steve admired his mothers tennis ensemble. She was only in thirty-six years old, and he was envious of how well his mom looked.

 

The first thing Steve did was unload his duffel bag full of dirty clothes into the laundry room. He situated himself in his old room. Things were quite different in the bedroom, his mother replaced his single bed for a queen size bed. His white desk and dresser set still remained as well as a few childhood mementos, however the room felt a lot less masculine for some reason. His favorite sports pennants were gone, a poster of Chicago Bulls Luv-a-bulls cheerleaders was taken down. The smell of dirt clothes and sweat was replaced with the scent of potpourrie. This suited him just fine since he had to get used to more feminine surroundings. Steve opened up one of his suitcases. He took out some of his personal items and began putting them in their place. A clock radio was put back on his nightstand. Notebooks, a carrying pouch full of writing utensils, and other school supplies were placed on his desk. A parcel package that was still sealed was placed under his bed. His clothes that were left in the bag were mostly winter items. He placed those on top of the dresser.

Stepping into the room Steve’s mother brought up some clean bed linens. "I just washed them, still unpacking would you like some help." She asked.

"No. Uh. I got it." He said talking the sheets and pillowcases from his mother. "You know I can make the bed up to. Thanks for these and offering to help."

"Okay then, I’ll be down stairs in my office if you need me."

She left the room and he closed the door behind her. He went over to his second suitcase and opened it to reveal the content of a feminine wardrobe. If she only came in a few minutes later she would have caught him figuring out what he was going to do with these clothes. Ellen, Jennifer, and Brook gave him a few gifts not to mention the clothes and the wig from Andrea. Steve opened his bottom dresser drawer and removed all of his old clothes that were still in there. Now he placed several pairs of panties and bras on one side. He pulled out tights, pantyhose, stockings and the waist nipper. Then set those also into the drawer next to the other lingerie. He returned to the bag and pulled out a black satin corset, which was fully boned with metal strips and reinforced along the top and bottom so the boning wouldn’t wear out the lining. The front had metal strips with a strip of clasps and the other side the rounded hooks to secure the front in place. The back was laced together through metal eyelets with long heavy black laces to tighten the corset. The girls also supplied him with the workout clothes they gave him when he practiced with them during his private cheerleader training sessions. He placed the high heels and the breast forms on top of the clothes. Then he placed the wig and the Styrofoam head on the top shelf in his closet and hid it in the back. Grabbing a hanger he then took out the velvet black dress and hung it in between a few coats that were stored in his closet.

Finally he grabbed his toiletry bag and went into an adjoining bathroom. Being able to have access to the bathroom with leaving the confines of the bedroom was a great benefit. However because there was a door way to the hall also he had to remember at night to make sure he keeps it closed and locks it when in use. He did not want his mom walking in as he readying himself for bed. He took out a toothbrush, floss, shaving cream, toothpaste, razor, a weekly pill dispenser and a bottle of Tylenol and placed them on the sink counter. Looking at the other contents, the remaining feminique hormones, breast enhancers, vitamins recommended for women, lipstick, small bottle of perfume, and a bottle of Nair hair remover. These were kept in the bag and placed under the sink cabinet. Steve picked up the pill dispenser and flipped up the S compartment for Sunday and he popped out that days dose of medicine. He took a Dixie cup from the counter dispenser and filled it with cold water. He popped two pills in his mouth and took a gulp. Swallowing, he then put in two more pills and drank them done with the rest of the water. Steve looked at himself in the mirror. Thinking about the events ahead. Thinking how in the world will he tell his mother.

 

When Steve was four years old, when his father and mother divorced. Soon after, Good old Dad moved to Florida, remarried, and had kids with his new wife. With the exception of a monthly check they never heard from him. Steve was very close to his mother. She was never overbearing yet Denise maintained a mystique about her that attracted Steve to explore what it would be like to dress like her. This was when he began to secretly wear her leotards and tights. His mother created her own business and mostly worked out of the home. She started out by being a Representative of Mary Kay Cosmetics. Her friends had her host a party and they did demonstrations. Then her friends had friends. My Mothers Cadillac was a prize for being the top sales representative of the Midwest. On weekday evenings when she would be busy hosting her Mary Kay Cosmetic parties, Steve would be upstairs in his room wearing her various items he would borrow. His head would fill with fantasies of him being a used downstairs for the make-up demonstration.

Denise eventually added lingerie to sales line. This was when Steve had been in high school. He would rummage through the box containing discontinued lingerie. This was kept stored in the basement. There were nightgowns, baby dolls, camisoles, tap pants, corselets, and even some sexy dresses. Basically it was a cross-dressers heaven, and it was the fuel, which fed his dreams of femininity.

 

His first night home and one of the most important rituals began. Figure training would be by far the hardest part of his charade. So Steve used the excuse of a long trip tiring him out as an excuse to go to bed. He opened the drawer and pulled out the black satin corset, the instrument that would aid in the development of an hourglass figure. As demonstrated to him by Brook, he took the garment and first fastened the front. Then reaching behind him he took hold of the laces in each hand and began to pull away from his body. Each time the corset would tighten he would reach back and grab the next length of lace and pull again, until he reached the desired tie off point. Once the corset was tied off, he dressed in an oversized shirt top.

Since he was going through the trouble any way he also wore a pair of his black nylon panties also.

Once in bed, his imagination played out all kinds of different situations, which would cause him to be discovered in the women’s intimates. The thrill of getting caught would never live up to what he experienced with Ellen and her friends, but none-the-less, this was his home and this is where it all began.

 

In High School when Steve was alone in the house for the day. These became the moments he lived for. Running down to the basement as soon as his mother pulled out of the driveway. He went to the boxes and picked out suitable attire for the adventures that he could imagine that day. Carefully sorting through the inventory the items to be worn just seemed to call to him. A red lace bra and matching lace panties, one of the sexy dresses, a mini Lycra red dress, and a pair of red high heels. Taking his wardrobe back upstairs he made his way to his mothers master bathroom. Making a stop at her dresser and checking out her drawer with panty hose and stockings. This outfit called for only one item, and he knew it was there. A smile stretched across his face when he found the red seamed fishnet pantyhose. He added it to his collection and then entered his mother’s bathroom.

Denise’s washroom would take your breath away. Marble counters, marble shower stall, a whirlpool bath, and a vanity where all her beauty supply products were at her fingertips. Steve would run the whirlpool bath to and pour a cap of lavender bath oil in the tub. He would sit and soak for a half hour enjoying the luxury of his mother’s sanctuary. After the bath he proceeded in putting on the red lace panties and bra. Followed by the red fishnet stockings. He would slip on the high heels and then look in a full-length mirror to straighten out the seams on the back of his legs. Then going into one particular drawer where his mom kept used make-up, Steve would select the suitable colors for his day of play. He was no artist, but the basics were covered and no one would ever care if it was perfect. Eye shadow, blush, and lipstick were just about the only things he would play with.

In the back of his mom’s closet there was a round case, which kept an old auburn wig. The wig was real human hair and it was straight, long, with lengthy bangs. Once the crowning took place on went the red dress. Standing in front of the mirror he saw the girl that he wished to become. His full red lips kissed back at him. Tingles went down the boy’s spine.

After an hour of looking through his mother’s magazines, Steve was ready to cap off the day. He walked into his bedroom and closed the door. In his closet he kept a box with several pieces of rope and some shoulder straps from gym bags.

First, taking one of the straps he would clasp one end to a handle on one side of his beds mattress. Then he would bring his desk chair over towards the bed. Steve sat on the edge of the mattress and set his legs up on the seat of the chair. Taking two lengths of rope he leaned forward and began to tie the rope around each ankle and knotting it. There would be a length of rope left on each ankle and those would be tied to the back supports of the chairs. Making his feet immobile and spread apart by the width of the chair. Next he would lye down on his back grabbing two more pieces of rope and then wrapping them around his wrists. Like his ankles before he would know them in place and taking the lengths available tie the two from each wrist together. Last moving his arms above his head and placing them on the bed he reached for the luggage strap and hook the clip onto the rope that ties his wrists together.

Placed in this self-bound position, Steve imagined that his mother would walk in at any moment to find her son clad in her clothes and helpless. Picturing her becoming so enraged that his punishment would be to become a girl.

This may take a lot of your imagination, but Steve would then began to scoot his body towards the chair. Every time he moved forward that would push the chair away from the bed. His butt would now begin to hang off the mattress. The strap would begin to pull more on the ropes tied between the boys wrists. He manipulated his body until he strained to stay on the bed. His back could no longer support the weight that hung off the mattress. Steve’s body slowly slid down to the floor and his arms were pulled back above the top of the bed. His legs were spread out and high in the air as his ass made contact with the floor. At this moment his body became auto-orgasmic. One could only describe it as, once he became helpless from his bondage, and the idea that he put himself in the position of getting caught in women’s clothes, his organ erupted in an orgasm that left his mind numb from the pleasure of the moment.

Once his mind returned from the moment of pleasure. He concentrated on getting himself out of his predicament. Which usually was pretty easy. Although on a few occasions even he thought he was helpless. These trips he took always ended in sadness. Depressed because he felt that something was wrong with him for enjoying the experience, guilt because he used his mother’s things, trapped because he would never want to give it up.

 

 

Chapter 4: Training

 

7:00 A.M. Steve was up and dressed in navy blue spandex work out shorts and a matching spandex sports bra. In the privacy of his bedroom he began to perform various stretching exercises. Keeping his back straight and arms straight above the head, he began to slowly bend to touch his toes. Deep breath when bending down and then exhaling on the way back up. Three sets with ten in each set for every exercise was what was taught to him by the girls. Sitting on the floor he began stretching his legs, warming up the calf and thigh muscles. Conditioning was very important. This routine would continue for twenty minutes before dressing in sweat pants and a heavy sweatshirt.

Steve would go to the kitchen and drink a glass of grapefruit juice with his regiment of pills and vitamins. He took a 32 OZ. bottle of water and would place it in a backpack. The boy was out the door by 7:30 to begin his next phase of his training. The first fifteen minutes he would walk at an aerobic pace to a forest preserve bicycle trail. His walk would become a jog, and for forty-five minutes this would be his pace. Going about five to six miles until reaching a dirt trail that led into a grass clearing in the forest. This was a remote part of the forest preserve that he knew about in high school. Some friends of Steve used to party there during the summer months.

Stripping off his sweat pants and shirt he carefully looked around just to make sure he was alone. He reached into his bag and drank about a third of the water. After a brief cool down it was time to train. Starting out with fifty jumping jacks, to warm up before practicing his jumps, Steve began to imagine what it would be like on game day. Wearing the uniform and cheering on the sidelines of a college football game. He put his feet together, and concentrated all his weight to the toes, putting his arms up in the air making a V. Next, lifting his body up through his shoulders, and quickly swinging the arms in a circle, Steve bent at the knees and then lifted his body up off the ground. Once his arms reached the top of their swing, and he was up in the air, his legs lifted up towards his arms. Keeping his body upright, and head held high and his toes pointed. Then he brought his legs together and landed, bending at the knees. Just as shown by Ellen. Although he did not touch his toes, he figured that the jump would be perfect by the time he had to go back to school for camp. This jump was practiced along with several other jumps. There is the Front Hurdler, which resembles a runner jumping a hurdle as you may have guessed. A Side Hurdler, which you would bring your front leg straight up, and extend it to the side. Keeping the knee and shoelaces facing up, while at the same time bending your other leg, and bringing it upward until the thigh is level with the ground. The Herkie, which resembles the Side Hurdler is different because the back leg keeps the knee pointing down. The Table Top Jump if done correctly has you bring our legs up parallel to the ground like your sitting on a table. All of these jumps of course can’t be successful without your arms high up in the air making a V motion. This is what gives the cheerleader the illusion of jumping high. The last jump to practice was the Spread Eagle not as extreme as the toe touch but this jump was still as equally used.

After about a half hour on the jumps, it was time to put together a few combination moves. Steve pulled out a notebook, which was prepared for him to study all summer. This combined with cheers and chants was basically his cheerleading bible. Many of you may not be familiar with the terminology but I feel I owe it to you to give you at least a good description so that you can visualize just what it is that Steve had to do so that he can pass and succeed as a cheerleader.

Putting his fists to his hips, Steve began with the first cheer. In his head he started, "Ready! O.K.!" He brought his arms in front of him bent at the forearm, keeping the arms in a straight line with his fists. The reason his hands were in a fist was he would be working with Pom Poms. "We got Spirit, yes we do. We got Spirit, how bout’ you?" He kept his legs together and would bring out his right arm on "you" pointing to the would be crowd.

Legs together, fists on hips, "Run it! Pass it! Whatever it takes! Get it in the end-zone, and let’s score six!" Throwing both arms straight up next to the ears with his pinky side of his fist to the crowd signaling a touchdown. Then following up with a Spread Eagle Jump.

After several combinations it was time to pack up. Finishing his water he placed the empty bottle back in the bag along with the notebook. He dressed in his sweats and began to walk to the bicycle trail once more. His body felt loose, which was good. The training he had done throughout the spring really prepared him for what he had to do this summer.

The jog home was slower but by the time he made it to the front door, he had spent over four hours training that morning. This would be his routine every other day. In between he had to concentrate on conditioning his muscles. That meant going to the Recreation Center, where they had the stationary weight equipment needed to work on the various parts of his muscles that needed the attention. All the steps were in place, warm ups, stretching, and strengthening. This would lead to power and endurance all the needs to make him an athlete.

As he entered the house, Denise walked by the hallway from the kitchen. "Steve, you workout?"

"Oh yeah, I got in the habit at school. That’s a major part of my being thinner Mom."

She smiled at him. Denise was proud. "I should join you one of these days see what you do."

Steve nodded his head, "Yeah that would be nice." Thinking that she never would live up to her word. "Anyway, I need to change and take a shower."

"Hey just bring those clothes down after your done and I’ll wash them for you. You don’t need to stink up your room by leaving those in the hamper." Denise suggested.

Steve stood silent for a moment. "No, I can throw them in myself, don’t need to have you wait on me hand and foot mom, I’ll be fine." As he ascended the staircase the real reason of his feminine attire underneath also needed to be washed. That was something he was not quite ready to have his mom discover.

The warm water soothed his body. Steve lathered up his washcloth and began to soap up his body. When his wiping came to his chest he noticed that his nipples were protruding and very sensitive. Looking down it was becoming evident that his breasts were coming in.

Just another sign that manhood was coming to an end. Womanhood was budding wildly. The time to seek the counseling he would need was here, but would he be able to find a doctor to trust.

 

 

Coming Soon in the following Chapters…

 

As Steve discovers his developing feminine attributes, he is warned by a doctor the risks of what he is doing. Steve is seventeen and legally able to make the decision. He is asked to see a psychiatrist for evaluation and consultation.

Denise finds in the mail a large envelope from the school addressed to a Stephanie Cohen.

 

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