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Kristen 1 (school, cd)
by Karen Elizabeth L.  (KarenTV720@aol.com)




It was mid October and time to prepare for the Eighth grade's class play.
This year we were told that instead of a traditional play we would put on a
show about parts of the country.  My class was to take the Western part and
highlight its culture.  I didn't think it was too bad, at least we could do
something on Rodeos or maybe Horses.

I found out later that Rodeos were the farthest things from my teachers mind
when she thought of the West!  I found out later that there was to be a
dance part in every section.  I wasn't exactly thrilled at this but everyone
in the eighth grade was involved so I figured at least I wouldn't stand out!

Once again I figured wrong!  I soon found out that since there were more
boys than girls in my class there would be problems with the Western Dance
scene.  After much thought my teacher decided that since there were four
more boys than girls two of us would become girls for the play!  She picked
the four shortest boys of which my friend Jim and I were two and put our
names in a box.  I got to pick the names of the two unlucky boys who would
be girls!

Jim almost died when the first name I chose turned out to be his!  l told
him it was a tough break but couldn't help laughing at the thought of Jim as
a girl!  My laughter stopped when I looked at the second name I had chosen -
it was mine!

My teacher, Mrs.  Wald smiled and tried to console me.  She told the rest of
the class not to laugh because we were doing this to help them.  I
appreciated her help but there were still snickers and giggles from the
class!  Mrs.  Wald passed out papers detailing what each group would wear
for the show.  I looked at the section marked "Western Dancers" and became
sick!  Under this section it read; "Boys - Jeans, plaid shirts and
bandannas.  Girls - Skirts (denim if possible), white blouses (fringed if
possible)." It was bad enough I had to play a girl's part but now I was
expected to dress like too!

On the way home from school Jim and I talked about the play and how we were
going to break the news to our families.  We agreed that they'd have to know
since they would eventually see the play and we were positive that word of
our plight would quickly spread!  Jim was worried about his older sister's
teasing him but I was more concerned with what our friends were going to say
to us!

When I got home I found Mom in the kitchen.  I put my books on the Dining
Room table and told her that I had to talk to her.  She stopped what she was
doing and asked me what was wrong.  In a shaky voice I asked, "Could I
borrow a skirt and blouse please?" Mom stared at me for a moment .  "A big
date coming up and you've got nothing to wear?" She asked laughing.

I told her about the play and how Jim and I were picked to be girls .
Handing her the sheet Mrs.  Wald had passed out I showed her the part where
it specified what I was to wear.  Mom read the sheet and began laughing.  "I
used to dream about having my teenage daughter raiding my closets for
outfits." She chuckled.  "I just never thought I'd be lending clothes to my
son!" I was beginning to get really upset by now!  "Please mom," I begged.
"The kids at school will tease me enough.  Can't you just be nice and help
me out!"

Mom put her arm around me and pulled me close for a hug.  "Don't worry ,"
She said.  "I promise not to tease you.  Let's go look through my stuff, I
think I have some things that should fit you!  " I stopped mom before she
could say any more.  "There's no rush mom," I told her.  "The play's not for
another three weeks.  " I was beginning to worry, it seemed as though mom
had suddenly become overly interested in helping me!  Mom brushed aside my
objections.  "Those weeks will go quickly," she said as she steered me
towards her room.  "It's best to be ready!"

We went into her room and she began to look through her closets.  She handed
me a long denim skirt and a plain white blouse.  "Why don't you take these
to your room and try them on?" I looked at her pleadingly.  "Do I have to
try them on mom?  I asked.  " They look like they'll fit!" Mom just pushed
me out of the room.  "Just try them on." She said.  "We have to know if
you'll look just right!"

The last thing I cared about was looking just right but I knew better than
to argue with mom so I went off to my room.  I pulled the skirt on over my
jeans and buttoned the blouse over top of my shirt.  I couldn't reach the
zipper of button on the back of the skirt so I just left them undone and
went to show mom.

"They seem to fit okay mom,":  I said as I entered the kitchen.  "May I take
them off now please?" I asked.  Mom looked at me and laughed,.  "That's not
what I meant when I told you to try them on." She said.  "Now go back in
there and take off your shirt and pants first.  I'll help you with that
zipper when you're ready!" I could see that there was no easy way out of
this for me so back to my room I trudged.

I did as mom ordered and removed my shirt and pants before putting on the
skirt and blouse.  Looking in the mirror I found that standing there in
mom's skirt and blouse with my socks and tennis shoes on I looked every bit
as silly as I felt!  Once again I set off to show mom how I looked.  This
time mom was much more approving of my looks.  "Turn around honey, " she
said to me.  "Let me get you zipped and buttoned." I turned and mom tucked
the blouse in to the skirt before she zipped and buttoned it.  "That's much
better,:  she said.  "That outfit looks like a perfect fit on you!"

She must have thought that I'd actually be happy about the fit!  Sometimes I
wondered what she could possibly be thinking!  "I think I look as dumb as I
feel!" I retorted.  "I can't believe I got roped into this!" Mom just looked
at me and smiled.  "Don't worry dear," she said.  "You'll look just right
for the play, I promise!"

Once again mom managed to make me question her sanity.  "I don't want to
look just right mom ," I replied.  "I want to look like a normal boy!" Mom
just stared at me smiling.  "Yes' Mike, whatever you want!" She said.  I
didn't understand the way she was looking at me and smiling.  I just chalked
it up to goofy parents.  a decision I'd come to regret!

I went back to my room and changed, thankful to get out of those silly
clothes!  I did my home work and went to see how things went for Jim.  Mrs.
Karl answered the door and asked me to come in.  She explained that Jim was
in his room and that she'd tell him I was here.  I made myself at home with
Jim's "Game Boy" and waited for him to come down.  A few minutes later I
glanced up to see Jim's sister came down followed by his mom.  "Hi Heather,
" I said.  "What's new?" I almost died when "Heather" turned out to be Jim!
He was wearing one of his sisters denim skirts and a silky, white, pullover
top!  He even had on stockings and a pair of white, girls shoes!

Jim's mom laughed at my reaction.  "Well what do you think Mike?" She asked.
"which one of you girls is going to look nicer in the play?" I couldn't
believe it!  My best friend's mom was asking which of us was going to be the
prettier girl!  I was beginning to think aliens had sucked out her brain!  I
didn't want to cause trouble so I just smiled and said, "Oh Jim will, Mrs.
Karl.  No doubt about it!" Mrs.  Karl smiled and said, "We'll have to wait
and see!" Turning to Jim she said, "Why don't you two go to your room dear.
I'm sure you have lots to talk about!" As we were leaving she added, "
Please be careful with your sisters clothes, she's only lending you that
outfit!" Jim promised he'd be careful and we went to his room so he could
change.

As soon as we got to Jim's room I asked him how he managed to end up looking
like his sister.  Jim explained that when he got home he told his mother
about the play and asked if she'd help him.  His mother agreed to help but
said they'd have to tell Heather since he'd need one of her outfits.
Embarrassed , Jim agreed and together they told his sister.  Jim said that
Heather laughed when they told her but her mother immediately corrected her.
She agreed to help and promptly found a top and skirt for Jim to try on.
Even though Heather was two years older than Jim her clothes turned out to
be a perfect fit for him.  He thought he was done and was about to put his
clothes on again when his mother stopped him.

His mother called him into the room and asked him to turn around so that she
could look at him from behind.  When he did she remarked that there was
something missing and for him to wait for her in his room.  She stayed
behind with his sister, closing the bedroom door.  She called him to return
a few minutes later .  Jim said that his mother had said that she thought he
looked cute in Heather's clothes and asked him to do her a favor.  Not
thinking to ask what the favor was Jim agreed.  His mother smiled and asked
him to try "a few other things" on for her.

I figured he meant the shoes and stockings but when I asked he sort of
looked away.  "What's wrong," I asked wondering if he had it as bad as I
did.  "You can tell me, remember I have to be a girl too you know!" Jim got
up from where he was sitting.  "Not just the shoes and stockings Mike" He
said as he unbuttoned the front of the skirt and unzipped it.  As he stepped
out of the skirt I was stunned, Jim was wearing a lace trimmed slip!  "Good
grief" I gasped!  "You mean she made you wear a slip!"

Jim just nodded as he started to remove the top.  "That too!" He said,
pulling the top over his head.  I couldn't believe it , Jim was standing
there in a slip, stockings, and a bra!  I sat there staring, not knowing
what to say.  Finally I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.
"Don't tell me she made you wear Heather's underwear too!"

JIm shrugged his shoulders and removed his slip.  Under the pantyhose he was
wearing I could clearly see that he had on a pair of white, lace trimmed ,
panties!  I thought I had it bad when mom had me take off my shirt and pants
to try on my outfit!  I was grateful that mom hadn't gotten any silly ideas
for me!

As Jim changed back into his own clothes we talked about his outfit.  "I
hope your mom and sister don't make you dress like that for the play." I
said.  "Maybe they'll forget all about it by then!" Jim stopped dressing and
turned to me.  "Promise me you won't say anything about this Mike, " He
asked.  "Don't worry buddy," I said.  I won't say a word.  Jim seemed
relieved to hear my promise.  "I hope they don't forget!" I thought that
there was something wrong with my hearing!  "What did you just say Jim?" I
asked.  Jim looked right at me.  "I said I hope they don't forget about
dressing me up!"

That settled it, not only had the aliens sucked out his mothers brain,
they'd gotten Jim's too!  "Are you nuts or something?" I asked as politely
as I could.  "You're a thirteen year old boy remember?  " I reminded him of
Jamie, a girl in our math class that he had taken an interest in.  "I'm not
planning on becoming a girl, Mike." Jim replied.  "I just thought it was
kind of fun letting Mom and Heather dress me up!" I wasn't sure I understood
what Jim meant but he was my friend and I did make a promise.

"Sure Jim," I replied, "if it's all right with you then I guess it's fine."
Jim smiled and said, "thanks Mike, you're really a great guy!" Hoping to
lighten things up a bit I grinned and said, "and you're an all right girl, I
guess!" That definitely lightened up Jim since he broke into a huge grin!
"Do you really think I looked pretty?" He asked.  I couldn't believe it!
Things were just going from bad to worse, now my best friend wanted to know
if I thought he was pretty!  "Earth to Jim!" I yelled.  "You're not supposed
to be pretty!" Jim's grin faded, "Oh well," he said seeming a little bummed
out.  " I was just wondering."

Jim and I played with his video games until I had to go home for dinner.
Before I left I had to promise Jim again that I'd keep his secret.  I knew
it wouldn't be hard to keep.  I was afraid that if I didn't the kids would
think that since I was his best friend I must be crazy too!

The next day at school went pretty well with Jim and I acting as if nothing
had happened.  Surprisingly enough, none of our friends said anything to us
about the play.  I guess that they were relieved that it wasn't them!  Of
course with the kind of luck I'd been having I knew things had to change.

That happened in music class when our teacher said we would start practicing
for the play!  I thought everything was going to be okay until Jim and I
were asked to stay after class.  It turned out that our teacher, Mrs.
Sloan, wanted to make sure we had read the paper she gave out on our
costumes.  She wanted to make sure we understood that we'd be expected to
wear the same outfit the other girls would be wearing.

Jim and I both nodded but that wasn't going to be good enough for Mrs.
Sloan.  "Do you boys understand that you're going to have to wear a skirt
and blouse?" She asked.  We nodded agreement again and this appeared to
satisfy her.  She told us that she was sorry we'd have to dress like girls
but it was only for a little while and we were really helping our class!

Before I could say anything Jim chimed in and said that it was okay and that
we really didn't mind that much!  I wanted to grab him and shake some sense
into him, but I didn't think Mrs.  Sloan would approve!  Right about now I
really didn't care about helping the class, I wanted to sink into a hole and
stay there!  Luckily I was able to get us out of there before Jim dug us any
deeper into the hole we were in.

That afternoon Jim came over to see me.  I was a little worried about how he
might be dressed but when I opened the door there was good old Jim, my best
friend!  We threw my football back and forth until it was almost dinner
time.  Mom asked if he'd like to stay for dinner and I thought it would be a
great idea too!  Jim's mom agreed and soon we sat down to dinner.  I had
forgotten about seeing Jim in his sisters clothes and wasn't about to
mention the play.  Mom on the other hand had other ideas!

It started out casually enough with us talking about an upcoming Math test
but turned ugly soon enough.  "Do you have your outfit ready for the class
play Jim?" Mom asked innocently enough.  I shot her a look to try to stop
her but it was useless.  Once mom got an idea in her head she kept at it
until she was finished.  Jim perked right up at this turn in the
conversation!  "Yes I do Mrs.  Warren," Jim replied happily.  He then went
on to tell about how Heather was letting him wear one of her pretty white
tops and her blue Denim mini-skirt.  Jim eagerly related that he would also
get to borrow a pair white shoes with a low heel and a pair of nylons too!

Mom seldom needed much encouragement to explore an idea and Jim was
providing more than enough!  She told Jim that I would be wearing her long
denim skirt and a white blouse.  She thought for a moment then looked over
at me.  "You know Mike," She said.  "I'll bet you'd look great in a short
skirt, and I never thought about nylons and heels!" If looks could kill Jim
and Mom would have been fried on the spot!  Mom was going off the deep end
with Jim sitting there smiling!

Never one to leave well enough alone Jim added, "Yeah Mike, all the other
girls will probably be wearing short skirts and stockings!" I thought it was
a little strange to hear Jim talk about "the other girls" but didn't want to
bring it up around mom.  Not that I could have, mom's mind was racing along
with the idea of me in a short skirt and stockings!

"It's too bad that I don't have a nice short skirt for you to wear honey,"
she sighed.  "Yeah mom," I said sarcastically, "and I was so looking forward
to wearing nylons too!" Mom seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.
"Well don't worry," she said.  "We'll work something out in time!" I cringed
at what she might be thinking.

Jim stayed for several hours after dinner.  As I walked him to the door I
thanked him for giving my mother such wonderful ideas!  The dummy thought I
was serious!  "That's great Mike," he said.  "I'm glad you've changed your
mind about getting dressed up!" Jim will never know how close I was to
killing him!  "I haven't changed my mind!" I said with a scowl.  "I don't
want to be a girl!  I don't even like the idea of dressing like one for this
stupid play!" Jim looked at me as though I was crazy.  "Sorry, " He said
appearing confused.  "Just trying to help!"

After Jim left I went back inside to help mom clean up the kitchen.

She looked at me and smiled, "Jim seems quite excited about the play,
doesn't he?"

I knew I had promised Jim not to say anything but this wasn't school and
after all, he started it!  "Mom," I asked hesitantly, "is it normal for boys
to dress up as girls?"

Mom must have thought I was talking about the play.  "It's no big deal
Mike," she said.  "There have been lots of plays and movies where men
pretended to be ladies."

I stopped her before she could work up another head of steam.  I explained
what had happened at Jim's and that I was concerned.  Mom had me stop what I
was doing and sat down at the table with me.  She told me she had heard of
men who dressed a s women and that most were pretty much normal guys.  She
then got a dictionary and we looked up "Transvestite", which is what she
said men like that were called.  I was relieved to see them described as "
otherwise normal Heterosexual's." To my amazement she suggested that I give
it a try!

"You're joking right?" I asked.  "You really don't think I'd put on girls
clothes if I didn't have to, do you?"

Mom seemed to feel that her suggestion was really no big deal!  "Why not
give it a try this weekend?  After all, Jim seems to think it's a lot of
fun!"

I was sure my mother and Jim had both lost their sanity but she persisted.
She said that dad was going to be off on this current business trip all
weekend and that I could start Friday after school.  To sweeten the deal she
offered to take me out to the mall Saturday and buy me the leather jacket I
had my eye on.

The jacket idea was what finally swung the deal for mom although I would
have probably given in just to make her stop her pestering me!  We set a
date for Friday evening and she said she'd pick out something for me to
wear.  I made her promise to buy me the jacket even if I decided I didn't
like being dressed up, which I was sure I wouldn't.

The next day in music class Mrs.  Sloan had the boys sit on one side of the
room and the girls on the other.  This she explained was because on stage
the girls would be separate from the boys and we had to get used to singing
with our group.  Needless to say Jim and I were told to move over and sit
with the girls!  This was getting to be more embarrassing by the day!

I was grateful to see the class end so I could get away from the girls!
Thankfully after class not a single boy said anything to us!  I wondered how
long we could get away with this since on Friday we would have to go off
with the girls to learn their dance steps!  "That was sure to bring some
stupid remarks" I thought!

Well the fateful class arrived soon enough, too soon as a matter of fact.  I
wasn't looking forward to learning how to dance as a girl!  Jim and I picked
up our books and followed the girls to the gym where the practice was to be
held.  The girls were mostly nice to us although there were a few giggles
when we entered the gym.  As we lined up Mrs.  Sloan said that she didn't
mean any offense to me or Jim but she would be addressing the class as
"Ladies".  She said it was simply easier that way and that we should just
follow along!

After class the girls were all talking about the new dance and before I knew
it Jim and I were deeply involved in the conversation!  The girls acted as
if there was nothing unusual about two boys learning how to dance as girls!
We talked and joked all the back to our lockers and several of them even
walked home with us we could talk more!  I was beginning to think that this
play might turn out to be a great way to get to know some pretty girls!
"Who knows, I might be able to get a date with a few!" I thought to myself.

I was still thinking about one of the girls as I walked into my house and
set down my books.  Mom broke into my thoughts with a cherry, "Hi Mike, all
set?" I was confused for a second or two and asked her what I was supposed
to be set for.

She looked at me and laughed.  "You're not backing out of our deal, are
you?" She asked.

Then it hit me like a sledgehammer!

It was Friday, the day I promised to let mom dress me as a girl!
  I tried to weasel out of it but she reminded me that she had promised to
buy me that leather jacket this weekend!  I thought about how badly I wanted
that jacket then turned to mom.

"Okay," I sighed.  "I really want that jacket, what do I have to do?" I
asked dejectedly.  Mom seemed a little upset with my attitude.

"Relax honey," She said as she took my arm and guided me towards her room.
"You never know, this could be fun!"

When we got to her room I found that she had a complete outfit laid out for
me.  Lying on the bed were a pair of nylon panties, a slip, bra, pantyhose,
and a dress!  I was beginning to get cold feet, but I reminded myself that I
could never afford that leather jacket on my allowance!

"So this is it huh?" I asked.  "I have to put on all of this to get that
jacket?"

Mom ignored my question.  She gave me the clothes and told me to go to my
room and get started.  She'd stop by in a few minutes to help me.  "What do
you mean?" I asked.  "I'm a big boy now, I've been dressing myself for quite
a while remember!" Mom found that to be very funny!  "Wrong!" She said
emphatically.  "Tonight you're a big GIRL and believe me you'll need my
help!" Still laughing.  she shoved me off towards my room.

Once in my room I looked at the clothes and began to wonder if the jacket
was really worth it, but reluctantly began to take off my clothes.  Once I
got everything off I picked up the panties Mom had given me to wear.  They
had lace all around the waist and leg openings.  When I pulled them on I
noticed that they felt very soft and light, totally different from the boys
underwear I was used to.  I got everything adjusted just right and reached
for the pantyhose.

I soon figured that they were like pants with feet so with just a little
work I managed to pull them on.  The tag inside of them said they were
"Smooth and Silky" which went a long way towards explaining the way they
felt.  Without thinking I found myself running my hands down my nylon
covered legs and thinking about how nice they felt!  Suddenly I snapped back
to reality!  I was only doing this to get that jacket, There was just no way
I'd like it!  Yet when reaching for the bra I brushed my leg with my hand
and an awful thought came to me.  I liked the way the nylon felt against my
skin!

Before I could give any more thought to my plight mom entered the room.  She
was pleasantly surprised to see that I had mastered the pantyhose and was
ready for the bra.  She took the bra from me and held it in front of me so I
could slip my arms through it's straps.  Once in place she fastened the back
hooks.  Next she picked up several pairs of nylons she brought in with her
and stuffed one pair into each side of the bra.

"That's better," she said as she stepped back to look at me.  "No point in
overdoing it!"

In my opinion she had already overdone it, the panties and nylons were bad
enough but now it looked like I had boobs!  Next she had me pull a white
slip over my head and stand still as she adjusted the length.  Looking down
at myself I couldn't believe that I was standing here all decked out in
nylon and lace.  Yet there was no denying it, the slip was trimmed with lace
at the top and bottom and the nylons in the bra made a very feminine bulge
at the chest!  I must have been staring at myself longer than I realized
because the next thing I knew Mom was sitting in the bed smiling!

"So you seem to be enjoying this after all?" Mom asked, a silly grin on her
face.

I was terrified that she might think this was fun for me!

"Get real mom," I shot back.  "I'm only putting up with this to get that
leather jacket!"

Mom walked over and put her arm around my waist.  Drawing me close to her
she hugged me and said, "then why were you smiling as you looked at
yourself?"

Mom didn't even give me a chance to deny it, she simply announced that I
should be able to finish dressing by myself then left the room smiling.

After mom left I picked up the dress and looked at it.  It was nice looking
one as dresses go, pale yellow with short sleeves and elastic around the
waist.  I slipped the dress over my head and pulled it down.  After I got it
straightened out I buttoned the three buttons at the top and went over to
the mirror to check myself out.

The image in the mirror confused me, I saw what appeared to be a young girl
with a nice figure in a pretty yellow dress.  The dress fit tightly enough
on top to show a young woman's bustline and loose enough to allow the skirt
to flare out slightly!  My eyes drifted down to the girls legs and I admired
how nice they looked in nylons!

"All in all not a bad looking girl," I thought to myself.

When I finally looked at the girls head and face I realized that the cute
girl I had been admiring was me!  My heart started pounding and I began to
break into a sweat as I realized how pretty I looked!

Mom walked in to see me standing there ready to cry.  "What's wrong, Mike?"
She asked.  "I'm sorry if this upset you, I thought you might enjoy it!"

I turned and put my arms around her and buried my face in her chest..  "Oh
mom," I cried, "I look like a girl in these clothes!

Mom stepped back and lifted my head and looked into my eyes.  "So?" she
asked perplexed.  "What did you expect to look like??"

Mom took out a tissue and wiped away my tears.  It was painfully obvious
that she just didn't understand!

"Mom, I'm a boy," I said sobbing.  "I like sports, I like girls, I shouldn't
like looking like a girl!"

Mom smiled and hugged me.

"It's okay sweetie" She said as she held me tightly.  "No one has to know
how rpetty you look.  It'll be our little secret!"

Mom sat down on the bed with me and I should just relax and enjoy myself!

" Come with me." She said taking my hand in hers.  "We're not done yet!"

I could only wonder what she had in mind.

We left my room and headed over to mom's.  The carpet on my stocking feet
felt so different than when I had socks on!  Another odd feeling was when my
legs rubbed together, the feel of nylon against nylon was terrific!

When we reached mom's room she asked me to sit on her bed while she helped
me with my shoes.  I began to plop down as I usually did when she stopped
me.

"Reach behind and smooth out your skirt when you sit down " She said this
would prevent my skirt from being wrinkled.

"Oh so that's why girls do that" I remarked.

Mom laughed, "another reason," she explained , "was to prevent it from
sticking together.  That way when you stand up your underwear doesn't show!"

Somehow that seemed funny to me and I bust out laughing .Mom smiled and took
out a hairbrush.  Aftrer a little brushing and teasing she showed me the
finished job.  I now had fluufed up hair parted at the fron with bangs
curling on my forehead!

Mom gave me a close examination..

"I can see you're going to need a lot of work!" She said.

"A lot of work for what mom?" I asked naively.

"To make a proper young lady out of you of course!" She replied as if it was
a no-brainer!

The thought of being turned into a "proper young lady" terrified me!  I was
worried that I was doing something really stupid but couldn't stop!

"But I don't want to be a proper young lady mom!" I objected.

Ignoring me as usual, mom handed me a pair of shiny, black shoes with a low
heel and a thin strap across the ankle.  I slipped my feet into them and
fastened the straps.  Mom stood in front of me to catch me in case I
stumbled.

"Go ahead and stand up," She said to me.  "Let's see how pretty you look in
those shoes!"

I stood up with no problem, I guess the heel wasn't that high.  As I began
to walk across the room to see how they felt I noticed something odd.  I
couldn't walk like I usually did, instead I had to take smaller steps.

Mom had a big smile as she watched me getting used to the shoes.

"You seem to have them mastered," She laughed.  "Care to see if you can
handle heels?"

She picked out a pair of yellow heels that matched my dress.  "Let's see how
good you are now!" She said with a devilish grin.

I took the shoes from her and sat down to change.

As I stood up I realized that I was definitely going to have a balance
problem!  Mom just stood there grinning.

"Not so easy being a lady is it?" She asked.  "maybe now you'll appreciate
what females go through to look nice for guys!"

Actually I didn't care what females went through.  My only concern was
stopping mom from turning me into one!  It took a moment or two to get my
balance, but finally I was able to stand without swaying.  To me that was
quite an accomplishment, but to mom it was only the beginning!

"Very good," she said approvingly, "now try to walk in them!"

I had only taken two steps when I stumbled.  Fortunately mom was there to
catch me.

"I told you they wouldn't be easy!" she laughed.  "Now take small steps, put
the front of your foot down first, and sway your hips a little!"

I took mom's advice and soon I was walking in the heels!  Mom who was
beaming proudly at me!

"You should see the way your little butt sways when you walk Mike," She said
gleefully.  "You'd drive the boys insane!"

My mind drifted off for a moment and I pictured guys smiling at me and
asking if they could walk me home and carry my books!

Smiling at mom I said, "Sure would be different having someone do things for
me, but I don't plan on ever doing this again!  I'm going along with this
just to get my jacket and that's it!"

Mom had a way of ignoring things she didn't think were important and my
opinion was one of those things.  Reaching into her closet she pulled out
the gown she had worn when dad took her to his prom.

"Try this on honey," she giggled, "I've been saving it for my daughter but
you'll do nicely!"

I looked at the gown and felt sick.  It was very feminine looking, a light
violet color with outer layer of lace.  The front of it had a lace insert
which reached from the shoulders to he bustline!  A sash in deep violet tied
around the back to complete the romantic look!

"I can't wear that mom," I protested.  "That's way to girlish!"

Mom reminded me that I had agreed to do what she wanted and backing out
would cost me the jacket.  Feeling trapped I quickly took the gown and
headed for the door to go back to my room, but mom told me to stay there.

"You're going to need help with that young lady," she said.  "You might as
well stay here and make it easier for me.

With nowhere to go I unbuttoned the dress I had on and stepped out of it.  I
felt very silly to be standing in front of mom wearing a slip!

Mom went to her dresser and took something out.  "Take your slip and bra off
dear," she told me.  "You'll need this with that gown!"

I promptly slid the straps from my shoulders and let it fall to my feet.
Stepping out of it I took the item mom held out to me.  It appeared to be a
long slip with no straps.  Instead it had a built in bra with elastic around
it to keep the slip from falling down.  Mom showed me how to slip my arms
out of the bra straps and twist it around so that I could unhook it.  She
told me to use that method to put bras on by myself.  I wondered why I
needed to know this since I'd never wear another bra?

I undid the bra I was wearing and gave it back to mom.  I stepped into the
slip/bra combination and pulled it up around my chest.  The front of the bra
part was covered with lace as was the bottom of the slip.  It had lace
trimmed side slits which moms said were there to make it easier to walk in.

Mom took the nylons that were in the cups of the other bra, quickly rolled
them up and stuck them into this one.

"Good girl!" mom said happily.  "you're really beginning to look nice!"

It struck me as odd that mom had referred to me as a "young lady" earlier
and had just said "good girl" to me now.  I wondered if things were getting
out of control, mom was referring to me as a girl and I couldn't stop her.
Things were getting out of control but I'd take care of that later.  Right
now I just had to go along to get my jacket!

Mom had me raise my arms so she could slide it over my head then pulled the
gown over my shoulders and waist.  Once she got it just the way she wanted
it she stepped behind me and zipped it up.  "You're going to make a lovely
young woman in this outfit," She said as she tied the sash behind me.  "I
hope you like it as much as I did when I wore it!"

When mom had me completely zipped and the sash tied she led me over to the
full length mirror.  There in the mirror I saw a young girl in a beautiful
gown!  It seemed to hug her body to show off a developing young woman!  It
was tighter around the waist and then flowed out as it reached my hips
giving the illusion of curves!  The delicate lace trim above my bustline
gave me the appearance of a sweet and pretty young woman!

Mom was ecstatic over how I looked in her prom dress.  I was growing sicker
by the moment!

"You look gorgeous," She gushed, "I just wish you had someplace to wear it
to!"

Mom was just trying to be nice to me but her last remark brought the world
crashing in on me!

"No way mom!" I said breaking free.  "There's no way I would actually wear
these clothes in public!"

Mom acted aas if it was just a minor problem to be solved in due time..

"That's okay honey," she said.  "We'll figure something out later."

Her eyes seemed to light up as she said, "Come on, I' ve got some other
outfits for you to try on!"

We spent the rest of the night as mother and daughter.  Mom found all kinds
of pretty clothes for me to wear and I had to try each and every outfit on!
Before we knew it the evening had flown by and it was time to get some
sleep.  I took off the final skirt and top while I ran my bath water.  It
had been stranger than I had imagined possible but now it was over.
Tomorrow I would be a boy again, a boy with a great looking lether jacket!

I went to my room took off my slip and bra and put on a bathrobe.  As I went
back to the bathroom I saw mom coming out.  She smiled and said that my bath
was all ready and she'd set something out for me to wear.  I thought it was
nice of her after all she had put me through!  At least I thought so until I
went into the bathroom!  Mom had taken her scented bath oil and poured some
in and stepped into the water.

As soon as I sat down I noticed the smell, it reminded me of one of mom's
favorite colognes.  Another thing I noticed was how silky the water had
become, I'd never had a bath like this before!  Actually it felt kind of
nice!

While I was enjoying (more like "Luxuriating" as the label said!)  my bath,
mom knocked on the door, "I brought you some things to wear to bed Mike,"
she said sweetly.  "I'll leave them on the floor out here.  I hope you like
them!  I wasn't sure what she meant, I always slept in my underwear and mom
knew it.  "I'd check on it after I finished this great bath, " I thought to
myself.

After I finished my bath I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist.
Opening the door I saw what mom had brought for me.  On the floor outsidfe
of the bathroom lay a yellow, nylon, nightgown, a pair of lacy,yellow
panties and a pair of her backless bedroom slippers to match the nightgown
and panties!  "One last obstacvle before I get my jacket." I thought to
myself.  I picked up the clothes and put them on.  It upset me the panties
and nightgown felt good, but I reminded myself that it would be over soon
and I'd be back ot being myself again .  I put on the slippes and went to
show mom.

Well how do I look?" I asked as I entered the room.  Feeling a little
playful I twirled around so that my nightgown flared out showing a little
bit of my panties!

Mom laughed and said, "You look lovely dear, just like I thought you would!
"

Mom gave me a hug and goodnight kiss before I went to my room.  As I was
leaving she told me how nice I smelled.

"Just what I always wanted, " I thought to myself.  "a prefumed bath, a
nightgown and panties." I couldn't wait to have it over with in the morning.

When I woke up the next morning I was surprised to find myself in a
nightgown and panties.  I put on the slippers mom lent me and went off to
have breakfast with her, She seemed very happy to see I had not taken off
the nightgown yet.  "You look very pretty this morning Mike," she said as
she prepared breakfast.  Are you ready to pick up your new jacket?"

Ready?  How could I not be ready?  I had wanted that jacket ever since I
first saw it!  I think mom could tell by my huge grin what the answer was
without being told!  She set a plate of pancakes in front of me and excused
herself saying she had to get a few things ready herself.  

Continued in part 2...