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Playing the Mommy
by Kresha Matay
While Paul was still a toddler his father and uncle were killed in an
airplane crash. They were twin brothers who owned an employment
service that provided household help, such as maids, cooks and
bartenders, to the rich. It wasn't a large business, but it was
somewhat successful. Neither brother, Tom nor Dick, had expected to
die so young and therefore carried very little life insurance. All the
profits, other than those they took out in salaries, went back into the
business. Each brother, therefore, left their wives, Nora and Karin,
strapped for money to support themselves and the two small children
they left behind. The two women quickly realized that they had but two
choices, sell the business or try to run it themselves. When they
discovered, that while successful, the business held little appeal to
potential buyers since it could easily be replaced by the competition
just by waiting for it to go under. It was his Aunt Nora who came up
with the idea that they sell her smaller house, and that she and Renee
move in with her sister-in-law Karin and Paul and that they convert the
dinning room and the third bedroom into an office suite from which to
run the business. Each woman would, initially have her own bedroom to
share with her child. Since both Paul and his cousin Renee were
toddlers this presented no problem. Later, as the children and
business grew, they expected to find outside office space and "give"
Paul and Renee their own rooms.
Karin, liked the idea. Paul's grief-stricken mother had secretly vowed
that she would do everything in her power to protect her young son from
all possible harm and saw this as an opportunity to be at his side, or
at least nearby, all day long. It was her suggestion, that she run the
business during the morning while Nora managed the household and the
kids. In the afternoon they would switch. As this was agreeable to
Nora they implemented the system. Under their management the business
grew faster than when the two brother's ran it. However, there were
problems. The women soon discovered that Karin had a natural ability
to deal with the clients, while Nora was better at doing the book-work,
billings and payroll. So their jobs changed. Karin sat at the desk
dealing with both the clients and employees in person or over the phone
for most of the day. Then, when it slacked off, about 4:00 pm, Nora
took over. This seemed to work much better.
Paul and Renee spent most or all of their waking hours in either their
mother's or aunt's company or with each other, not unusual for
pre-school children. This developed an overprotective drive in each
woman towards the children. By now their business had grow to the
extent that they could easily afford outside office space, but they
preferred working out of their home and being with their "baby's". For
example, when Paul and Renee grew too large for their cribs, which the
mother's had situated alongside their own beds, the cribs were replaced
by trundle beds, and then these were replaced with single beds - but
still situated alongside their mother's. As a result, Paul and Renee
were rarely out of Karin's or Nora's sight, except on those "special
occasions when the cousins slept together and the two women found
release in each others arms.
Both women had decided that until their children were grown, there was
no room in their lives for men. They had "found" each other one night
when circumstances had forced them to share a bed. Both, Paul and
Renee, had come down with Chicken-Pox. Since it was easier to care for
the children together, they had moved Renee and Paul into Karin's bed
while they shared Nora's bed. It was during the night that Karin was
awakened by the searching fingers of her sister-in-law and the soft
moans of a woman in the beginning stages of passion. Gently turning
towards Nora, she discovered her sister-in-law was still asleep.
Karin, quickly realized that Nora, in her dream, believed she was lying
next to her husband, imploring him to make love to her. Karin had had
similar fantasies since her husband had died and knew how strong the
desires could be. She would wake up in a fetal position, drenched in
sweat, with her hand buried between her thighs and a burning ache
emanating from her inner core of womanhood. Deciding that her
sister-in-law's fingers could cause no harm, she allowed Nora to
"cuddle" against her supple body, herself pretending to be asleep. In
that way if Nora woke up she wouldn't be embarrassed by her fondling of
Karin, besides it felt good to be in someone's arms for just a little
while, even if those arms belonged to her sister-in-law.
Nora wasn't asleep! She had finally garnered enough courage to make a
move on Karin. While in college she had sexually experimented with her
female roommate and found woman to woman love-play most enjoyable.
Now, feeling the need for sexual fulfillment and having no male
available, she turned to the only adult person in her life ... her
sister-in-law. Not sure of what Karin's reaction might be, she had
devised a plan of subtle seduction which entailed her pretending to be
asleep, fondling Karin as if Karin were her husband, getting her
aroused and then, taking advantage of the situation if it developed as
planed. The attempt had it's own built-in safeguards in that if she
were rejected by Karin she could always claim she had been asleep.
When the cousins had gotten sick she recognized it as an opportunity to
implement her plan. Peeking between her lashes she saw that her plan
was working, not only was Karin "allowing" her caresses, but she was
enjoying them. Gently, she slid her hand up under her sister-in-law's
nighty-top and cupped Karin's soft breast, circling the tender nipple,
while she nibbled and kissed at the nape of Karin's neck. She was
rewarded by the sound of Karin's quick intake of breath, the hardening
of her nipple and the shifting of her sister-in-law's rounded tush
closer against her own thighs and abdomen. Her next move was to pinch
the fleshy bud of Karin's nipple between her thumb and fingers. A
groan of sexual pleasure escaped from between Karin's lips, followed by
this statement.
"If your going to keep this up, get serious about it. Quit wasting
time and do me right. Your not the only one without a man, nor the
first to have enjoyed being with another woman. I need you too!"
From that night's experiences, they became more than just widowed
sister-in-laws ... they became lesbian lovers. In order to sleep
together, and cautious because of the kids, they at first had the
cousins sleep together, making it into a game. When the games novelty
wore off and the kids complained, they decided to chance making love in
one or the other's bed with either Renee or Paul in the room with them.
When they soon discovered that Paul was a much sounder sleeper, they
"met" in Karin room whenever either felt the need for an orgasm or just
to be cuddled. As the years went by this familiarity became more open
thereby causing changes to creep into their daily lives.
They became less careful about their touches and hugs. Friendly kisses
became more ardent and the women acted less modest around the house in
their apparel. Neither woman felt at all uncomfortable walking about
the house in the briefest of lingerie or nighties. Paul and Renee
became accustomed to seeing their mothers in various stages of undress.
In addition, since the house contained only one bathroom, the door was
never left locked. Many a time, when Renee or Paul had to use the
facilities and couldn't wait, the child found itself sharing the tiny
room while either their mother, their aunt or their cousin was taking a
shower or bath. Both children therefore became quite knowledgeable of
the differences between the genders and the differences between the
female anatomy from girlhood and adulthood. When Paul turned seven he
began to notice the slight differences between his clothing and his
cousin's and more importantly his aunt's and mother's. He was
naturally curious about the strange undergarments worn by his mother
and aunt. Occasionally he would find a piece of discarded lingerie
lying on either the bathroom or bedroom floor. It might be a slip, a
bra, a pair of panties or a nightgown dropped by the wearer with the
intention of returning to pick it up later.
It was the colors that initially attracted him. They were so much
brighter than his own drab underwear. As most boys his tender age have
done before him, he would pick up the garment, fell how light and silky
it was to the touch and wonder how it would feel against the skin. It
didn't take too many times for him to get up the courage to eventually
find out. The result was wonderful as everyone knows. The cool, soft
and luxurious fabric seemed to float down from his shoulders over his
tush and drape itself around his legs in a cascade of shimmering
loveliness. As he moved about the room the fabric came in contact with
his skin and produced a series of delightful sensations that lightly
"tickled" the fine hair on his body causing him to shudder in ecstasy.
From that day forward he anxiously watched for and took advantage of
any opportunity to "play" with feminine apparel. While his interest in
feminine attire was growing another situation was causing a concern,
school.
Neither Nora, nor Karin "felt" comfortable with the idea of sending
"their" children off to school to be taught by strangers. Nora again
offered the solution to their dilemma. She had been a certified
schoolteacher before marrying Tom. She would teach Paul and Renee in
the mornings while Karin ran the business. In that way the cousins
wouldn't have to leave the house and it's protection. With her having
only two students, she could easily keep up with her teaching and still
manage the books. After the morning sessions were completed, she would
join Karin in the office, leaving the cousins to play in the back
portion of the house. If they started a commotion or got into a
disagreement one or the other mother could quickly step-in and settle
the problem. If it was a serious problem they could be sent to their
respective rooms or even made to sit in a corner of the office while
the women worked. They soon discovered that it was Paul who started
most of the arguments and that sending him to his room accomplished
little. When they made him sit in the office he was better behaved, so
that's where his time-out area became.
One day, when Nora was out getting office supplies, Paul, about eight,
again became unruly. What made this day different was that his mother
was expecting new clients, very important clients, to visit the office
in just a few moments. What was Karin to do? She couldn't ignore the
trouble he had caused, nor could she have the clients see her son
sitting in the corner of her office being punished. The only solution
she could think of was to order him to crawl under her desk, hidden
from view by the modesty panel yet close enough for her to secretly
control him. She just had enough time to get him situated and give him
stern instructions to sit there quietly, when the clients appeared.
Paul, who had seen the look of danger in his mother's eyes and realized
her threat was not an idle one, sat still as a statue ... at first.
It was after his eyes became accustomed to the dim light that found
it's way under the desk that he discovered he could see up his mother's
skirt. This interested and amused him! The idea that his mother was
acting so prim and proper in front of the clients tweaked his
mischievous nature. Slightly adjusting his cramped position he craned
his head and stared up between her partially spread thighs at the white
nylon cloth that was his mother's last vestige of feminine modesty.
While he had seen her in panties and bra before, this time it seemed
different. In the past his mother had been aware of her scantily clad
appearance in front of him, now it was different.
The fact his mother wasn't aware of her disclosure ... made him brave.
He was too young to be sexually interested, instead this situation
bewitched him. He could see where Karin had the beginnings of a run
starting just above her knee and stopping just below the welt of her
hose. Silently giggling to himself, he gently slipped his small hand
between Karin's open knees and attempted to tease the run further down
her leg with his fingernail. The moment his finger touched her inner
knee, he felt his mother flinch, but when no threats issued from her he
knew he was at least, momentarily safe. His mother trapped in the
middle of negotiations with her clients dared not react to her son's
impish ways. She decided to ignore his hand between her knees. It
wasn't the first time he had touched her there. They played a game in
the privacy of their bedroom where they would tickle each other. Paul
had discovered that the soft underside of his mother's knees were as
ticklish as her ribcage and when he couldn't get to her ribs the next
area he went for was her knees. This time Paul wasn't interested in
tickling as much as he was in playing with her lingerie. Sliding his
small hand higher, he "palmed" his mother's nylon covered thigh and was
gleefully rewarded by her fruitless attempt to dislodge his hand by her
fidgeting. In an attempt to prevent any further mischief and the
possible discovery of her son's presence under her desk, Karin crossed
her legs, but in a manner that seemed natural to her guests. This only
made matters worse! She now exposed the tender underside of her one
thigh to her son's sight. This only encourage the youth. Bending
forward, he grazed the smooth flesh of Karin's thigh with his drumming
fingertips up and down the exposed area, gently tickling her sensitive
flesh.
Karin, caught off-guard by her son's actions, had already recognized
that Paul was probably fascinated by the run she remembered in her
hose. She hadn't bothered changing her nylons since the drape of her
skirt adequately hide it from normal sight. Now she realized she had
made a mistake by crossing her legs. She was in serious danger of
losing control in the presence of her clients. Deciding that less
mischief was possible with her knees open, she again uncrossed her legs
purposely leaving her knees slightly spread apart. She hoped that
Paul's attention would be satisfied by trying to expand the run and
decided to brave it out. After all, he was too young to really know
what he was doing. Her son no longer cared about the run, his new
interest was making his mother squirm. This was the first time he
could tickle her without her "fighting back". It was when his small
tormenting fingertips touched the exposed flesh of her inner thigh that
she all but lost control. Her natural reaction was to slam her knees
together thereby trapping her son's arm from his small fingertips to
his shoulder between her thighs and knees. Holding her upper body as
motionless as possible, she squeezed her thighs as tightly as possible
but without actually hurting her son's arm. "Boy, was he ever going to
get it when her client's left", her mind flashed. It was then she
discovered, she was becoming aroused. Paul's feeble attempts to pull
his arm from between the warm flesh of his mother thighs only caused
her to hold him tighter. This, in turn, caused him to flatten out his
fist so as to make it thinner and easier to extract. What actually
occurred was his fingertips came in direct contact with Karin's panty
covered pussy. Now his minute movements teased the outer lips of her
slit through her tightly drawn nylon panties, allowing the tiny
vibrations to run across the thin fabric. These vibrations caused a
tingling sensation. As arousal built, her inner wetness caused her
lips to separate exposing her clit to the friction between her son's
fingers and her panties. With each sensual vibration, her frustrations
grew. Unsure of what to do, she decided her only course was to
expeditiously deal with the clients while continuing to trap her son's
arm between her thighs and just enjoy the warm sensations slowly
swelling within her. As her son's pulling and pushing attempts to get
free increased her arousal this became more difficult by the moment.
Thankfully it was just at this time that the client's completed their
business, said their good-byes and left. It may have been impolite,
but she hadn't dared to rise when they shook hands.
After their departure, she was relieved that she had succeeded in
keeping her son's whereabouts secret and the state of her emotions.
Still using her thigh muscles like a vise, she pushed back against her
desk chair, dragging her "attached" son out from under the desk.
Releasing his arm, she pulled him upright. Grabbing him by the
shoulders, she questioned him as to what he had been doing and why his
hand was up under her skirt. His reply satisfied her that it was
innocent infatuation with the run in her hose that had initially been
the reason and that when he saw her flinch he had decided to tickle her
like some of the other times they had played. Somewhat appeased and
pleased with herself that she had been correct in her evaluation, she
cautioned him against any future attempt and sent him off to play with
his cousin, completely forgetting he was being punished. Locking both
the office door and the door leading to the rest of the house, she sat
back down in her chair, with her skirt at her waist and her legs
splayed to either side. Reaching her trembling fingers inside her
ruffled blouse and under her bra cup she began teasing the nubbin of
hard flesh aching to be caressed. Her other hand "snaked" inside her
nylon panties, it's extended fingers gently splitting the folds of her
womanhood. Teasing the blood engorged bud of her moist clit, she
fantasized it was Nora's tongue instead of her finger flicking the
jewel of her femininity. Quickly her arousal returned, her tunnel of
lust filling with the sweet, warn, wet essence of a woman in heat.
Removing her hand from inside her blouse, she inserted two fingers
between the pouting lips. Flicking the bud of her clit in time to the
strokes of her fingers ... she orgasmed, her heels tapping the
floor-mat in wild abandon. It was at that precise moment that Nora,
using her key to unlock the door, walked in and found the semi-naked
Karin savoring the effects of her orgasm.
Somewhat dishevelled and definitely embarrassed, Karin was forced to
explain what had occurred. After the explanation, Nora teasingly asked
if the arousal came because of being touched between her legs or
because it was Paul's hand up under her skirt. Karin was shamefully
forced to admit it might have been the result of both. Nora, always
the more sexually adventuresome, then asked if the next time Paul was
to be punished would her sister-in-law mind if he be placed under her
desk. She quickly added that she had no intent to seduce the child,
but since he was so innocent, she wanted to see if he would repeat his
behavior or was it the beginnings of an Oedipus complex in her nephew
or in his mother. Concerned by Nora's statement, his mother agreed,
but only if she was in the office to watch the results. When the
opportunity came a few days later, Paul was directed to sit under
Nora's desk to serve out his punishment. The results were similar. He
again played and teased but now with his aunt's nylons. This time he
also ran his fingers over her slip and garters, even snapping one.
From this the women decided that his interest was their lingerie, not
any sexual investigation or desires. Seeing nothing wrong with his
curiosity towards feminine lingerie, they would, at times, when they
felt like being teases, purposely invent reasons for him to be
punished, sending him to his new time-out area under their desks. They
also took special pains to purchase and wear the most exquisite nylons,
slips and panties they could find, much to the delight of young Paul.
Having no man around to tease with their finery they substituted the
youth, never realizing how strong his fetish for lingerie had become.
Neither woman would admit it to herself or the other, but on these
occasions' when Paul was punished, their loveplay, later that night,
was always the most imaginative and satisfying.
Now that the reader has an insight into the adults let me say a few
words about the interaction between the cousins.
Both Paul and Renee were bright, intelligent and imaginative children.
Renee, six months the elder, naturally took the dominant role whenever
the children played together. This was encouraged by the women since
they felt she was the more responsible of the two. Paul wasn't a bad
kid, just mischievous. He was extremely curious and at times impatient
with being under Renee's watchful eye. Most of the time they played
together without any problems. It was only when she took on the role
of the one in charge did they have arguments. Their biggest
disagreements seemed to be centered around the game of playing "House".
Renee always took the role of the mother of the house, after all they
were her dolls and her mother's "old" clothes and she was the girl.
Paul was relegated to being the dad. In the fatherless environment
they had grown up in, this left little for Paul to do in their
role-playing. Renee would be the one to get dressed up in their
mother's old clothing. She was the one who would cook the meals on her
"Barbie" kitchen set and serve it on her "Barbie" dishware. She was
the one who took care of the baby, fed it it's bottle, changed it's
diapers, brushed it's hair, dressed it, held it all the time and rocked
it to sleep. Poor Paul's role as the father of the household was to go
off to work(sit in another room), come home and read the newspaper, eat
the meals Renee had prepared, and watch TV. This, of course, held
little appeal to Paul's curious and imaginative mind. Whenever he
suggested that he perform one of Renee's duties she quickly dismissed
the idea with the explanation that: "She was the mommy because she was
a girl!". Having no response to counter her argument, he sulked and/or
refused to play. Alone in his room, he would hold conversations with
himself complaining about the injustice of his being born a boy. He
felt that his gender excluded him from all the "fun" roles in life. He
viewed the role of being the male as boring. Eventually he concluded
that he wished he had been born female.
His desire to have been born a girl was constantly being reinforced by
all the influences of his daily life. He lived in a household of
women. He saw how they were "allowed" to wear pretty clothes and to
use perfume, make-up, and jewelry to enhance their attractiveness. He
noticed how "outsiders" fawned upon his beautiful mother, aunt and
cousin, while barely noticing his ordinary presence. His cousin was
allowed to go places like the beauty shop with his aunt and/or mother
while he was left at home, just because she was a girl. Whenever the
women went clothes shopping he was made to sit in a chair outside the
dressing rooms while they tried on the various outfits. He couldn't
understand this since at home he saw his mother and aunt wearing even
less or nothing at all. Renee was allowed to touch the various
brightly colored pieces of women's underwear when they went shopping
for lingerie, but not he. It was different when they went shopping for
him. Renee didn't have to sit outside because the men didn't have an
enclosed area and she was allowed to touch the boy clothes. He felt he
was excluded simply because he was different than the three females of
the house.
This resentment grew and he began taking it out on his cousin. He
refused to play "House" with her. Whenever he was asked if he thought
his cousin looked pretty in her new dress, etc., he answered that she
looked "silly". He found that putting down his cousin gave him
satisfaction which replaced the hurt he felt at being different. Of
course his attitude was taken by the women as rude and impolite, which
they punished him for, thereby making his resentment worse. Finely,
when Renee begged him one day to again play "House" he refused unless
he got to be the mommy. When Renee rejected the idea as silly, he
struck her. Stunned, more than hurt, she ran to her mother and aunt
... crying. Paul, knowing he was in serious trouble, hid in the
closet of his room. The women meanwhile had calmed Renee down enough
to discover what had occurred. Asking Renee to wait in Nora's office
they discussed the situation. His mother began.
"We can't let this continue! My son must learn never to strike Renee
again. I won't have him grow up into a wife-beater."
"I agree with you, but maybe we can solve the problem with subtle
maneuvering instead of another spanking, they obviously haven't worked
in the past. Let's use the fact that their argument started because he
wanted to be the mommy when they play 'House'.
Karin, why can't he be the mommy?", his aunt asked.
"Because he's a boy!", his mother quickly answered.
"Karin, don't take this wrong, but haven't you told me often enough how
you wish he had been born a girl? Don't you wish you could outfit him
in pretty dresses and petticoats and tie ribbons in his hair? Don't
you wish you could do all the things with him you did with your mother
when you where a little girl? Well, this may be your chance."
"Nora, don't be silly. He's my son. I can't make him wear dresses and
petticoats. What would people think?"
"Hear me out on this before you reject the idea. Paul wants to be the
mommy! Let's let him be the mommy, but if he's the mommy ... he needs
to dress-up like a mommy. When Renee plays the part she wears a slip
and one of our dresses, a big hat, my high heels, jewelry, make-up and
a feather boa. Let's see if Paul's willing to do all that. He
probably won't, but then again he may. You know how he's fascinated by
our lingerie and clothing. If he agrees, we tell him that before he
can play at being the mommy he has to first dress up like a little
girl, since little girls are the only ones who can play the part.
We'll brush out his hair into a ponytail and tie it with a ribbon.
We'll make him wear flowered panties and put him into at least two
petticoats and a party dress. We'll make him wear anklets and black
patent leather mary-janes. Then we'll use a little lipstick and
blusher and also paint his nails pink. If he agrees to our doing all
that, that's were the subtlety comes into play. If by this time he
still wants to be the mommy then we spend time teaching him how a
'little' girl acts. No more rudeness, no more hitting Renee, no more
acting like a 'bad boy'. He'll learn to be more gentle, more polite
and more well-behaved. All because he want's to and all without his
being aware of it. In addition, if our plan works, you'll get the
chance to have, at least, a part-time daughter. It certainly won't
hurt him to wear a dress once in a while around the house. We may not
be able to take him outside, but you can still do some of the things
you did with your mother as a little girl. I've never told you this
but my mother had a problem with my brother when he was little and this
is how she solved it and look at Frank now. He's a perfect gentlemen,
well-mannered and courteous towards women. Any mother would be proud
to call Frank her son, and it certainly never hurt him. You should
have seen how pretty he looked in my dresses, and he was much nicer to
play with as I remember. At that age you couldn't tell the difference.
Mom even thinned out his eyebrows. He liked dressing up as a girl so
much he even went clothes shopping with mom and me as my sister. I'll
bet that Paul, when dressed in Renee's clothes will look as pretty as
Frank . If he does we can surely take him anywhere in a dress. If it
doesn't work, or if he refuses, there's nothing lost. Well, Karin,
what do you think?"
"I think it's a wonderful idea! What will we tell Renee?" Paul mother
asked.
"She can also be a mommy. Neither Paul nor Renee has to be the father,
look at us, there's no father in this house and we do quite well.
We'll tell her just what we tell Paul. If he refuses, it solves the
problem of who's going to be the mommy. It will be Renee and if he
accepts then she has a part-time 'sister', which I'm sure she'll enjoy
just as I did with my 'sister' Frank. Let's call them in and make our
offer. Okay?"
With a nod of her head Karin agreed, turned and went in search of her
son. Eventually finding him in the closet, she dragged the protesting
youth back to their office where his Aunt Nora and Renee stood waiting.
In their absence, Nora had quickly explained the idea to Renee, who at
first had been unsure if she liked the idea of their both being the
mommy. When Nora further explained that it would be her duty to teach
Paul how to be a good mommy she wholeheartedly seized upon the idea.
Paul, knowing he was in big trouble stood silently before the three
females expecting to have his pants taken down and be spanked. Even
though he felt guilt at having struck his cousin, he still felt
somewhat justified since she had refused his request to be more
involved in the game-playing. When he began to hear what his aunt and
mother offered instead of the spanking he was lost for words. Finding
out that he was to be presented the chance to also play the part of the
mommy, be dressed in his cousin's pretty party clothes, wear make-up
and jewelry, have his hair put in a pony-tail and be addressed as Paula
was almost too much to understand. When asked if he would agree to
everything the women proposed, he positively tingled with excitement as
he assured them he would do as they asked. Then in a surprise move he
hugged his cousin and apologized for hitting her and asked if she would
give him one of her dollies and help him learn how to be a good mommy.
Renee, somewhat taken aback, accepted her cousin's apology, quickly
realizing that her mother's explanation was correct. Paul, as Paula,
would be more fun to play with and therefore she graciously offered
Paul "her" choice of any doll except Renee's favorite, Denise. The two
mother's, watching this scene, turned to the other, and each with a
look of joyful satisfaction hugged one another. They were interrupted
by both Renee and Paul asking.
"When can we start?"
"Right now!" Karin answered. "Paul, it's going to take some time to
get you changed this first time. You probably won't have enough time
to play today since we also have to teach you how to act as a young
lady. There's so much for you to learn. So why don't we make it a
special day and both you and Renee dress up in party dresses and your
aunt and I will get dressed up in our best outfits. Honey, if you look
good enough as a girl and do everything we tell you, the four of us
will go out for dinner to a nice restaurant. Would you two young
ladies like that?"
"I would!" answered Renee.
"Can I dress up as Paula and play mommy tomorrow if we go out tonight?"
Paul asked.
"Of course. You can become Paula all this weekend." stated his smiling
mother.
"Then Mommy, I'll be the best behaved little girl you could ever have
wanted!" Paul exclaimed.
Tears of joy ran down the cheeks of both Nora and Karin. Nora because
her sister-in-law would now find the joy she desired in having a
daughter. Karin at the love she felt for both her new daughter and
towards Nora for convincing her that Paul should become Paula.
Since both cousins were to be dressed it was decided that Karin and
Paul were to close the office and then meet Nora and Renee in their
bedroom. This gave them the necessary time to begin collecting the
clothes that Paul as Paula would wear. Nora was amazed at how anxious
her daughter was to help transform her cousin into a girl. Renee even
offered up her best party-dress for him to wear, settling on a less
attractive one for herself. When questioned by her mother, she
explained.
"Mom, it'll be like having a sister!"
Smiling to herself, she agreed. Just then Karin and Paul entered
through the open doorway. Even though Paul was looking forward to his
transformation the women could tell he was nervous about it. Deciding
that the quicker he got into it, the better, Nora and Karin began
removing his clothes. When he was stripped to nothing but his shorts
he was handed a pair of blue cotton panties with pink forget-me-not
flowers printed on them. Not bothering to turn his back to the women,
nor his cousin, he slipped out of his shorts and into the panties. A
sleeveless undershirt with lace trim at the neck and the tiniest little
flower was next. This was followed by two sets of stiff taffeta
petticoats, one full length and the other half-length and finally the
pretty peacock blue pinafore dress with puffed shoulders and sheer
rayon sleeves. The sleeves had an elastic band sewn into the wrist and
scalloped edges. Then he was shown how to sit in the bouffant skirts
at the dressing table where little girl anklets and a pair of black
patent leather mary-janes were placed upon his feet. His mother now
took over the responsibility of styling his hair and his make-up while
Nora painted his fingernails a pinkish red. As each succeeding step in
his transformation was completed he looked less and less like Paul and
more and more like Paula. Tiny little girl earrings were clipped on
and a small gold cross was placed around his neck. When the women were
satisfied they asked Renee if she would take her cousin Paula's hand
and show "her" what she looked like in the full-length mirror on the
closet door.
As he was led to the mirror he looked back to his mother for
reassurance. Karin overjoyed at the results of their work, smiled her
approval and pursed her lips in a silent kiss. Now optimistic, Paula
stepped before the mirror and was totally overwhelmed by "her"
reflected image. She was a girl. There wasn't a vestige of her former
identity left. Not only was she a girl, but a very pretty one. It was
then that she heard the sound of the three females as they clapped
their hands at how beautiful she had become. Turning to face then,
aglow with self-pride, and remembering how "she" had seen "her" cousin
Renee performed it in the past, Paula grabbed the edges of her skirt
and did a curtsy. This was a perfect response in the eyes of the three
females and they rushed to her side hugging and kissing her as they
congratulated Paula on her looks and performance. When they finished
their celebration, Paula was asked to move about the room so that the
women could correct and/or teach him how a young girl would act.
This was when he found out how enjoyable it was to wear feminine
attire. With each step ... she crinkled. With each movement her
dress flounced and her pony-tail bounced. With each movement of her
hands the tips flashed with color.
Now it was time for Renee to get dressed. When it was suggested that
Paula leave the room for a moment it was Renee who argued that it
wasn't necessary, stating that since they were both girl's it didn't
matter.
"If you let Paula stay, she'll see how I get dressed and it will help
her to understand how to do it herself." Renee commented.
After a moments consideration, the women agreed. The rest of the
afternoon went just as planned and by evening Paula had mastered the
nuances of acting as a little girl. At this young age the differences
were so slight that even if he made a mistake it would probably go
unnoticed. It was time for the women to prepare themselves and this
was when Paula knew she was accepted into the world of females. His
mother and aunt decided to reward his good behavior by letting the
"girls" stay in the room while they prepared to go out. While in the
past he had seen them getting dressed this time they explained the
different garments they wore. Their purpose in supporting and shaping
their figures and how the clothes were made to enhance certain features
and hide the minor flaws that were unique to each woman. They were
shown how to roll up a pair of nylons, attach them to the garters
dangling from either a panty-girdle or his mother's garterbelt. When
he asked why the garters fit under Karin's panties the women, giggling
to themselves, explained that females sat down to go to the bathroom
and they wouldn't be able to slip their panties low enough if they wore
them inside the garter's straps. "She" was cautioned that "she" must
now do the same whenever "she" was dressed as Paula, otherwise "she"
would give herself away if "she" was discovered facing the bowl the
wrong way when "she" relieved herself. The "girls" were shown the
proper way a bra was to be worn, with just enough lift to minimize a
woman's breasts from bouncing, yet not so high that the straps dug
painfully into her shoulders or made them look unnatural. They were
shown how to slip into a pair of heels and what effect different heel
heights had on the appearance of a woman's ankles and calfs. This
turned out to be a learning experience for both "girls".
On the way out, Paula was given a small patent leather purse to carry
just like the one Renee held. Since it was already dark, there was
little fear that a neighbor, out for a walk, would discover them
leaving, but to be sure, his mother went out on the step and glanced
around. Seeing nobody, she called out to her new daughter to join her.
Paula bravely stepped out, grasped her mother's outstretched hand and
began the short walk to their car. It was at this moment that Mother
Nature taught Paula her next lesson. A gust of wind swirled around her
ankles, rose up her legs and lifted her skirt and petticoats up over
her head. Poor Paula, she wasn't prepared for this, after all she had
never been in a situation such as this one. Fighting haphazardly with
her skirts proved unsuccessful. It was only after Karin held them down
and the wind blew itself out that "she" was able to regain control.
Looking into the faces of her aunt, mother and cousin and seeing the
amusement in their eyes ... she blushed. For the first time in her
life she felt the warm rosy glow of color burst upon her cheeks. It
was her mother who said.
"Not easy wearing a dress is it? Don't worry about it. There wasn't
anyone around. Now you know why, on a windy day, a woman always keeps
one hand by her side. If your skirt starts to fly up again, don't try
to grab it, just press your hands flat against your sides. That way
you'll keep enough of the material down to cover your panties and most
of your legs. Here comes another gust, try it."
When the breeze struck, Paula did as coached and was pleasantly
surprised at how easy it was to keep her skirts and petticoats from
lifting if you just knew the secret. The rest of the evening went
famously. Both Renee and Paula received numerous compliments from
customers and the restaurant staff on both their appearance and their
manners. One woman was even overheard telling her husband that it was
wonderful to see two young ladies dressed properly, not like the way
most mother's now-a-days dressed their daughters. She reminded him how
she had dressed their daughters and wished there were more mothers like
Nora and Karin. After dinner, the mothers took their daughters for a
pleasant stroll downtown where they were observed by countless
passerby's. Not a one showed any sign that the four females were
somehow strange. With each success, Paula became more and more sure of
her ability to pass. The only second looks she received were ones of
admiration.
When they returned home, Paula was given her first-ever "girl" bubble
bath, with her cousin Renee joining her in the tub. They splashed and
played like two sisters, helping each other to shampoo and rinse their
hair. It was the first time in months that they had gotten along so
well together, and reinforced the feeling between the women that they
had reached the right decision. After the "girls" were patted dry,
Paula was given a pair of her cousin's frilly baby-doll pajamas, her
pick of Renee's dolls and a hug and kiss from not only her mother and
aunt, but also from her cousin. Then the two "girls" were sent off,
hand in hand, to bed, where they spent the better part of an hour
discussing their future lives as girls together. Karin had suggested
that they should sleep together that first night, since she had plans
to reward her sister-in-law after the "girls" fell asleep for the
wonderful idea she had proposed ... that of changing her son Paul into
her daughter Paula. The two cousins lay facing each other, holding
hands, too agitated to sleep, talking about the days experiences.
While Paula was excited, yet still concerned, Renee only expressed her
happiness at having a "sister". She reassured her new sister, as she
called Paula, that she would always be there for her and how much more
she loved her as a girl. Finally they slid into dreamland, their last
thoughts brimming with excitement over their mother's promise to take
them shopping the next day.
For the next three years, Paul became Paula on the weekends and on
special occasions during the week. Even when he was Paul he was better
behaved, more courteous and polite. His mother also was happier
because she now had a daughter to share the joys of being female. Paul
grew up just as Renee did, picking up the nuances of his feminine
persona from daily contact and observation. In the beginning he was
satisfied with being Paula just on the weekends. But as his hair grew
out and his mannerism became more genteel, it became more difficult for
him to revert back to Paul. A crisis occurred when he noticed his
first erection. He had been lying in bed, alone. His mother bent over
her dressing table putting on some lipstick. She was dressed in
nothing more than her bra, panties and thigh-high nylons. He couldn't
understand why the sight of his mother in lingerie would cause such a
reaction. Up until that morning, it was a common occurrence to see her
getting dressed. Rushing to his mother with the hardened organ in his
hand he begged for an explanation. Telling him it was a natural part
of his growing into manhood. He was sexually aroused by her body and
her lingerie she explained. Karin wasn't surprised when he vehemently
stated that he had no plans to ever grow up to be a man. She, unknown
to Paul, had begun to notice subtle differences in her child. No
matter how much lotion she applied, he was still losing some of the
soft texture of his skin. The hair on his legs had also started to
grow longer and darker. The "peach-fuzz" on his lips and cheeks was
changing. His voice would "crack" in the middle of a question. All
signs that he was in the early stages of pre-adolescent puberty.
Worried, about losing her daughter, she had discussed it with Nora.
Neither woman had expected these changes this early in Paul's life.
Neither woman was pleased, but neither woman had a solution. It was
when Paul discovered his erection and Renee brought Paul's changes to
their attention that they realized that some action must be taken.
Renee, fearful of losing her "sister" and playmate suggested that Paul
really become a girl, like the ones she had seen on TV.
"Why not?, her mother proclaimed. "It's no longer medically
impossible. Karin, we've both been aware of people like Christine
Jorgenson. Woman born in the wrong gender no longer must remain gender
misaligned. He's too young for "the operation", and maybe he'll never
have it, but we can certainly get help. There are organization that
can give us advice and leads to doctors who are willing to write
prescriptions for feminine hormones."
"Nora, your right! I know Paula doesn't want to be a man and maybe
it's selfish on my part, but I don't want to ever lose my daughter. I
read where hormone pills will, if given early enough, stop his body
from producing male hormones, stop his hair and beard growth, soften
his skin, widen his hips, develop his buns and even grow his breasts.
I think they will even soften his voice! There must be a listing on
the Internet for such a help organization, there's a listing for
everything else. We'll contact them, get phone numbers of doctors in
this area and set up an appointment for Paula. This is a wonderful
idea!"
Within a week, the women, at the direction of the doctor, brought both
the "girls" to her office. She was a OB-GYN, who also performed
transgender operations. The appointment was held after normal office
hours. First, she met with Paul, then with both children, then finally
with the mothers. After satisfying herself that the need for Paul to
become Paula was the right coarse of action, she examined "her"
physically. Whereupon she injected him with a starter shot of female
hormones and gave his mother a prescription to be taken three times a
day. She explained what effects both the shot and the pills would have
on the youth. His glands would initially try to reject the chemical
influences of the feminine hormones, and a "fight" would ensue. During
this time, he would become irritable and lose stamina. The glands
normal secretions would however be overcome and then would adjust and
begin producing feminine hormones. That's when Paula would begin
noticing changes. "She" would go through the regular stages of
feminine puberty. Not only would her hips widen and her breasts begin
to grow, but the male organs would quit developing. Paula's penis
would still remain sensitive, but wouldn't get erect without physical
stimulation and his testes would stop producing sperm. This was
because the hormones also acted upon the part of the brain that
controlled the sex drive. She could not predict in which direction his
sexual leanings would go. As Paula matured, "she" might find males
attractive, in which case, "the operation" should be performed. If
"she" was drawn towards women as a sexual partner, it would be more her
choice concerning "the operation". After Paula had physically matured,
she would be placed on a maintenance type program of feminine hormone
pills. These would ensure those still functioning male organs that
hadn't begun producing their female counterpart would be held in check.
The doctor also informed the women that she had contacts in the
judicial system that would ease their way towards obtaining the proper
credentials for Paula. That is, getting a female version of "her"
birth certificate and a legal name change, etc.
Thanking the doctor, they left the office totally excited with the
result of their meeting, but not before Paula gave her doctor a hug.
Returning home was an exhilarating experience. The conversation in the
car was animated. While the adults couldn't stop discussing how much
had been accomplished, the "girls" could only giggle about the physical
changes that the doctor had promised, especially the concept of tits.
Their mothers, overhearing the word, chastised them lightly, explaining
that wasn't a proper term for young ladies to use to describe breasts.
However, smiling to themselves, they each remembered how important it
was, during their teen-age years, to be one of the first to develop
"tits". Karin, the driver, in a moment of heartfelt joy over her
"daughter's" excitement, reached out for her sister-in-law's hand and
squeezed it, earning a squeeze in return.
The doctor was correct. Within six weeks, Paul began to notice the
changes occurring in his body. The shape of his hips and waist took on
a more feminine contour. His voice became higher pitched and no longer
"cracked". The biggest change that he and the women noticed was his
hair. The hair on his head became softer and gained a sheen that had
never been there before. The hair on his cheeks lightened, became
finer and stopped growing, becoming the softest of "peach-fuzz". The
hair on his legs also lightened. He had developed no chest hair so no
effect was noticed, but the hair on his arms also lessened and
lightened. Paul was disappointed that he still had no breasts. Renee,
six months older, had already started to develop small bumps on her
chest and he was envious. On his next visit to the doctor, he asked
why the pills hadn't started working yet! She replied.
"Each females breasts are a function of the stage of puberty she's
reached. Yours will begin to grow when you reach that stage. Stop
worrying! I promise you'll have pretty breasts even if we have to
implant them!"
It wasn't but a few weeks later, that Paula awoke one morning, dressed
in her baby-doll jammies, to the realization that her chest hurt.
Moving her hands to the affected area she discovered her nipples were
hard and swollen. Having been told by Renee how her's had felt when
they began to grow, she was torn between the joy of knowing "it" had
started and the pain. When she discovered that the pain went away with
a gentle massage, she was overjoyed. Rushing to the bathroom mirror,
she raised her top, searching for a physical sign. A slight puffiness
around her nipples and a change in their color was all that announced
their coming. Each morning, she would awaken, rush to the mirror and
check on their progress. Paula attempted to keep their growth secret
from the women and his cousin. He felt embarrassed because they were
so small, never realizing that every woman before him had had small
tits at that stage. He wore loose fitting shirts when dressed as Paul,
and ruffled blouses as Paula. It wasn't until he "had" enough to
barely cup, that he announced the need for a training bra one Saturday
morning over the breakfast table. When questioned if she wasn't
exaggerating just a bit by his mother, he unbuttoned his blouse and
showed them his surprise. After the initial congratulations subsided,
Paula was told to finish eating her breakfast and to then join "the
girls" in his aunt's bedroom for a surprise. No amount of pleading
earned him any hint what that surprise might be. Left alone, he
quickly finished his meal and rushed to Nora's room. Finding the door
strangely closed, he knocked and entered after he was given permission.
There he found the three females standing in a line blocking his view
of the bed. All three stepped away as they shouted in unison ...
SURPRISE!
There, on the bed, sat packages and boxes, all with the name Paula
written upon them. Startled, he turned from one grinning face to the
next, silently questioning their content. It was his mother that spoke
first, then, in jubilation, the other two females.
"Your no longer my little girl, not if you need a bra! We knew the day
was coming when you would have something to show up there, so we went
out and purchased all the feminine things you'll need to be a teen-age
girl on a full-time basis. You'll never be Paul again. From now on
your Paula ... all the time."
"And it's about time!", his cousin chided. "I've had the hardest time
keeping this from you."
"We all have", stated his aunt. "I even tried to convince your mother
we should have given you this surprise a month ago for your fifteenth
birthday, but she made us wait until you were ready."
"Part of me wanted you to remain my little girl forever. I liked
having you dressed in little petticoats, frocks and jumpers and I was
afraid I was losing that part of you, but at the same time I wanted my
teen-age daughter to become a part of my daily life.
"Mommy, I'll always be your little girl even when I'm an adult", Paula
sweetly replied.
Taking her daughter into her arms, she hugged and cuddled Paula as
tears ran down her cheeks. Finally composing herself Karin said.
"Do you remember how we celebrated the first time you wore a dress? We
all got dressed up and went out to dinner. Well, that's what we're
going to do today. But now that your a young lady, there are a few
things we have to do first. We're all going to the beauty shop and
have our hair styled. Both you girls are too old to continue wearing
your hair like little girls. Your also going to have your first
manicure and pedicure. It's all been arranged. You don't think you
really fooled your mother, do you? I knew your breasts were growing.
If you hadn't said anything at breakfast this morning, I was going to
say it for you. Then we're going to have your ears pierced like
Renee's and both of you are scheduled for a make-up session with a
specialist who will teach you how and what to use to enhance your
features. When we return home, your both going to soak in a scented
tub and be shown how to shave your legs and underarms. You can't wear
your first pair of nylons and heels with hairy legs. Renee, since all
these packages are for Paula, you'll have to be satisfied with the ones
just like her' s hidden in my closet. You don't think we forgot about
our other young lady, do you?"
Renee screamed in joy! "I knew there must be something for me, I just
knew it! Thank you mommy! Thank you Auntie! I love you both!" Then
turning to me, she giggled and said.
"This is the second happiest day of my life, the first, was the day you
put on a dress and became my cousin Paula!"
Hugging and squeezing each other like two sisters they professed their
love for each other and the happiness they felt at being accepted into
the world of women. It was Renee who broke the hug first and again
asked, just like the first time so many years ago.
Can we take our bath together, just like we did before? After all,
we're just a couple of girls, aren't we?"
"Yes, you may." answered their mothers with a knowing smile. "That'
just what you are ... a couple of lovely young ladies growing into
womanhood!"
The End
(c) 1996 Kresha Matay