Getting ready, and flashbacks.

Jill and John - although the name Justine was now more fitting - walked hand  in hand from the salon across the parking lot to Jill's car. Jill was wearing a red mini-skirt with a white blouse, black patent leather heels with a matching purse. Her just completed hair hung down over her shoulders and down almost to her shoulder blades. Justine was wearing her custom made tight jeans, a pink angora sweater with a cowl neck, black patent leather heels somewhat lower than her moms, and also carried a black purse. Her hair - like her moms - fairly danced around her head as she walked into a
slight breeze. Enjoying the feeling of her new curly hairdo, Justine smiled inwardly and turned her head from side to side, letting her soft curls brush against her face and neck. Jill turned to look at her "daughter" and also smiled. Justine was enjoying her day so far and so was she. She wondered
how she would enjoy the night to come.

Justine had very much enjoyed her previous experience having sex with Jill's friend Bill, but he knew Justine was in fact Jill's son - not daughter. In a way that made having his cock sucked by the extremely beautiful and feminine "boy" even more exciting. When, with his mothers urging, he slid
his cock into the boys "pussy", he thought to himself that he had died and gone to heaven. The boy - who his mother referred to as Justine - took every bit of his 8 inch plus cock and loved every inch. He could tell by the way Justine wiggled his fanny as Bill slid in and out so his balls bounced on his
ass when he was all the way in. No stranger to anal sex, he knew from experience that when that happened, the girl was loving the experience. The squeals he made as he felt Bills cock ramming into him let Bill know he was enjoying this, as did his pushing his ass backwards to meet Bills thrusts.
And when Bill began squirting shot after shot of semen deep into his bowels, he almost swooned with delight as he whispered softly "oh mommy, I feel his cum in me. It feels so warm and wonderful!"  His mother cradled him and whispered "I know darling, I know. I love it when you cum inside my
ass, too." He was shocked by that comment but not surprised - the mother and son were extraordinarily close.

Tonight, however, Justine would be able to pass totally as a woman physically. Her breasts were for all intents and purposes undetectable. Lord knows she paid enough for them NOT to be. Molded from her own breasts and scaled down to an appropriate size for a teenager, they cost her almost $600. She also served as the model for Justine's new "vaginal appliance." The vagina was an exact duplicate of her own, and also scaled down to fit her sons body.  He was nearly her size so the fit was not far off. If someone was to examine the mother and son side by side, covered except for the vagina, one could not tell the difference, so exact was the mold. Even Jill's own public hair was inserted into the appliance in exactly the same pattern - a heart - as her own. Like the breasts, the vaginal appliance was glued onto her sons body after a few adjustments were made. First, his testicles had to be pushed back up into his body through the holes from which they originally fell. Jill did that lovingly and carefully for her son. Then, his penis had to be fitted into a special sheath molded into the
appliance. That would allow John to urinate and ejaculate through an opening in the sheath into the vaginal area of the appliance - a tunnel approximately 8 inches long. The trick there was to get John's penis wet just enough to slide into the sheath. Too much and his cock would slide back out when he was flaccid. Not enough and it would not slide into the sheath enough to stay in place. Jill discovered - quite by accident - that the best lubricate to get John's cock into the sheath was her own saliva - another bonus. Anyone entering the vagina would think he was entering John's body just like a real vagina. In actuality, the vagina area ran between John's legs towards his anus. In the heat of passion that was not likely to be noticed, and since the mans penis would slide along John's,
the friction could result in John having an orgasm as well. Of course, his semen would then pour into his vagina, simulating a woman's vaginal orgasm. The man was not likely to notice his cock was sliding into a vagina filled with another males semen. That thought excited Jill immensely. It was also
going to present a delightful opportunity for her. She was planning on taking John's male partners cock in her mouth after he ejaculated into her sons pussy. Besides tasting the guys semen, she would also be sucking her sons semen into her mouth at the same time - something she loved very much.

Jill was very excited to picture John lying on his back with mans cock in his new pussy - John's legs wrapped around his back as he was fucked, hopefully kissing deeply and exchanging saliva. Jill could see the mans fingers running through her sons curly hair as they passionately kissed and fucked each other - her sons ass bouncing on the bed meeting his lovers thrusting cock. Jill's pussy was already wet in anticipation of the nights activities. She could already taste her sons semen. She could feel her sons fingers clutching tightly in her hair as she sucked his pussy, and later his cock. She could hear him whispering "Suck me, mommy, suck me. Eat my cum, mommy", and it put her over the edge into a crashing, body shaking orgasm.

Justine noticed his mother shudder with her orgasm as she was driving home. He smiled to himself - he knew his mother was very excited about the nights activities. He himself was excited - he was going to be fucked like a girl for the first time, with his mother watching. He hoped they would be lying on a bed side by side at the time, watching each other getting fucked and taking a mans semen into her body. He hoped they could lay between their dates legs so they could suck his cock and his balls, and watch as the guys shot their loads into their sucking mouths. He wanted to then kiss his
mother deeply and swap their dates cum into each others mouth. And still later - when their dates had left - John wanted to make love to his mother, tasting another mans cum in her mouth and pussy and then adding his own into her mouth and pussy. He knew how much his mother loved his semen - she
had swallowed every drop he could give her as long as he could remember. He had gone to bed thinking about his semen pooling in his mothers stomach. Every time she took his semen in her mouth - before she swallowed it down her throat - she had opened her mouth so he could see it pooled on her tongue. Inevitably, John would slide down between his mothers legs and literally try to eat her pussy in excitement. He would look up to see his mother smiling at him and then see her throat swallow hs semen down as she ran her fingers lovingly through his hair. His mom loved to have her pussy eaten by her son, and John loved to eat his mothers pussy for her. Later, they would go to sleep in each others arms - both wearing a pretty babydoll nightie with no panties - the better to have access to the others cock or pussy should they wake in the middle of the night hungry. John often was wakened early in the day by his mothers mouth wrapped around his cock, and he often wakened his mother when he woke early and wanted to taste his moms pussy. Neither ever objected.

As they drove the few miles home, Justine and Jill spoke easily to each other in the role of mother and daughter rather than mother and son. They spoke about hair, makeup trends, boys and men and other things girls talked to each other about. Jill could not help glancing over at her son. The happy
expression on his pretty face, his new hairdo bouncing around his head, the pretty pink sweater accentuating his dark brown curls as they rested on the collar. She knew she would have to show off his perfectly shaped ears with pretty earrings, but she had none that were not pierced. Another stop was in order, so she pulled into a strip mall near their house that had a jewelry store.

"Why are you stopping here, mom?" Justine asked.

"Honey ... you need some pretty jewelry to set off your face tonight. I think it's time we had your ears pierced."

They walked into the jewelry store as men passing by stopped in their tracks to stare at them. Nothing new for Jill, but Justine was excited to see the reaction men had to her now. The store clerk stopped what he was doing and practically ran to where Jill and Justine stood, looking at earrings and other items.

"Can I help you lovely ladies?" he said.

"Yes, you can. It's my daughters birthday and I'd like to have her ears pierced and get her some nice earrings. Probably some other items as well."

"Certainly, ma'am!" he almost yelled. "We can take care of any of your needs!" And looking at Justine he said happily, "and happy birthday to you, young lady! Such a pretty one too, I might add!" Turning back to Jill he said "and what can I show you, ma'am? Anything in particular?"

"Yes", Jill said, "I think some nice diamond studs would be appropriate. Around a karat each, I think."

The clerk brightened even more. "Yes indeed, ma'am!", and removed a tray of beautiful diamond earrings from the cabinet. "These are all in the range of 1/2 karat to 2 karats, ma'am. All first quality, perfect cuts, perfect color. Any of them would look terrific on your lovely daughter. If you like I can put them in at the same time as I pierce her ears."

"That would be wonderful!" Jill said with a smile. Justine was already breathless looking at the very expensive jewels. "How abut these here, honey?", she said to Justine, pointing to an absolutely beautiful pair of almost 2 karats each studs. The clerk was beside himself in expectation of a very large sale and his piece of the proceeds.

"Excellent choice, ma'am!" He took them from the display tray and held them to Justine's ears - his hand shaking both from the commission he would get if sold and the beauty of the young girl and her mother. "Such beautiful hair your daughter has, ma'am, if you don't mind my saying so." as his hand
brushed against Justine's hair.

"What do you think, honey? Do you like those?"

"Oh yes, mommy! But they are awfully expensive!" She could almost sense the clerk deflating at the thought of losing the sale.

He brightened again when Jill said "Nonsense, darling - nothing is too good for my little girl!" And to the clerk she said "We'll take those, thank you. Now I think we should look at some bracelets, maybe a ring, and certainly a necklace. All diamonds of course."

"Certainly, ma'am!" the clerk said excitedly, and began pulling more trays from the display cases. "Would you like me to pierce the young lady's ears while you browse, or would you prefer to make all your selections first?"

"You go ahead and do my daughters ears and I'll look around. Is that all right?"

"Absolutely, ma'am." he said, and taking Justine's arm led her to the back of the store to the piercing station. He sat her dow on a comfy chair and cleaned her earlobes with a sterile wipe. Then he inserted the diamond studs into the piercing gun. "You will only feel a small pinch, sweetheart"
he said to Justine. Just like that, each of Justine's ears now displayed a huge 2 karat diamond stud. She looked into the mirror the clerk held in front of her and brushed her hair back so she could see them clearly. And she smiled.

"They are so beautiful, aren't they?" she said to the clerk.

"Yes they are, my dear. Just as lovely as you, and your mother, of course."  He fairy glowed when Justine thanked him for such a nice compliment. They returned to the counter where Jill stood. She has a few things on the counter for Justine to look at. The clerk was practically  hopping with
excitement - this would be his best day ever if he sold all the items Jill had selected.

One item was a huge diamond ring. There was a large center diamond with 2 smaller diamonds on each side. Total weight was almost 5 karats. The price tag said $17,500 dollars. Next to it was a beautiful white gold cross filled with diamond chips. Total weight was a bit over 2 karats, and the
price tag said $1,500. The last item was a gorgeous white gold and diamond bracelet. Total weight added up to another 3 karats. Price tag said $2,500.

Deciding to push his luck, the clerk said to Jill "May I be so bold to suggest, ma'am, that such a beautiful young lady should have an ankle bracelet to set off her beautiful legs?" To himself he was thinking how much he would love to have those legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her half to death. He practically came in his pants at the thought. He did come when Jill said it was a wonderful idea.

"Wonderful, ma'am!" and he rushed to fetch another tray.

Turning to Justine, Jill said "pick out anything you like, honey"

Justine looked through the tray before saying "oh mommy - this one is so pretty, and I can have my name put on it, can't I, sir?"

"Yes indeed, young lady! An excellent choice! I can do that for you right this instant if you like. You can wear it home!"

Justine and Jill both laughed to themselves at that. Justine was wearing not only jeans, but stockings. Jill selected her name from the individual letters and handed them to the clerk. The bracelet consisted of alternating pearls and diamonds set in white gold settings. The price tag on this read a mere $450. Justine's name would be set in alternating places in the chain. The clerk rushed off to the workroom to set the bracelet up while Jill and Justine looked around more.

10 minutes later the clerk returned holding the bracelet for Justine's inspection. It looked lovely.

"I have decided to give you lovely ladies a special discount on this item. I will not charge you for the name or labor. That will save you approximately $100 additional over the price of the anklet. Consider it my birthday present for your lovely daughter, ma'am."

"That's so very sweet of you, sir" Jill said. "Thank you so much! And while you were doing that I decided my daughter needed a pair of dressy earrings. We selected these hoops here" pointing to a large 1 inch diameter, diamond encrusted earrings. The clerk nearly gushed. The price tag on those read $750. Total sale ... $22,700.

"Is my personal check okay?" Jill asked. "You can call my bank in town to check my credit if you wish."

A check would be fine, ma'am. I don't even have to call - I can check it with my computer. Won't take but a second or two." And that's all it took for the clerk to hurry back with a smile on his face.

"All set, ma'am - your check will be fine, and thank you so much for your business! I would be pleased to serve you or your daughter at any time. Just ask for Stanley." Turning to Justine, he once again said "And may I again extend my warmest wishes for a very happy birthday to you, young lady. It has been my great pleasure to serve such a lovely and sophisticated young lady. You reflect well on your mother."

Justine practically glowed from the compliments, as did Jill. Too bad the clerk was probably 50 years old and not very handsome - she would have thanked him in a more personal manner.

"Thank you very much, sir, I appreciate that. And thank you also for such wonderful service. I hope to see you again." The clerk practically came in his pants at the thought of serving the young beauty again. If he only knew the young beauty was in fact a boy!

Wearing her new necklace, ring, and earrings, Justine took Jill's hand and left the store - once again stopping men dead in their tracks at the sight of them. Justine's earrings sparkled from beneath her hair as she walked. Her eyes sparkled as well for other reasons.

During the drive home, Justine and Jill talked about many things. How Justine felt during her makeover, her new jewelry, how the men reacted to seeing her and her sexual identity, and lastly what she would wear that night.

"What do you think about tonight, mom?" Justine asked. "Are we dressing fancy, or something more casual? You have a few dresses I would LOVE to try on."

Jill laughed. "I bet you would! I never thought 16 years ago when I gave birth to you that I would be sharing my wardrobe with my son! But that's okay, darling - I love you with all my heart and it doesn't matter to me what clothes you prefer. Lord knows we have shared more than my clothes
lately."

Jill glanced casually over at Justine during a quiet period and smiled at what she saw. Justine was looking vacantly out the window like John always did - lost in thought - but this time the mannerisms were undeniably feminine. She sat with her knees together and turned under her to one side.
Her chin was turned up so her neck was extended like women do. Her beautiful hair - now a mass of fluffy curls - blew easily in the breeze coming through her window. She truly looked beautiful. Perhaps unthinking, Justine occasionally brought her hand up and touched her newly pierced ears
and the diamonds that rested there. Jill reflected that John was never traditionally very masculine. He was not well built. Rather, he was very delicate. He was never athletic. He never much enjoyed playing "boy" games with his peers. He preferred to stay at home with his mom, doing things
together that might usually be called "girlie". He was interested in fashion and read his moms magazines. He had always had a fascination with women's hair - especially his moms, which from his earliest years he found a way to play with at every opportunity. Since his mom was still doing some
modeling work when he was young he often found himself on location with her and sat and watched as various hair and makeup stylists worked on her. More than once he found his face being played with by makeup artists who clearly were attracted by his beautiful face. While making up his moms face as he sat by her side or on her lap, female artists especially would comment on how pretty he was and could not resist putting a touch of powder or lipstick on him. Jill thought nothing of this at all, since in her business men wearing makeup - a lot of makeup - was a normal event. And of course
John seemed to enjoy the attention, and when home with his mom after his father was killed he often sat with his mom while she did her own makeup and asked her to put some on him so he could look "as pretty as you, mom." His hair was always a shiny and silky chestnut brown, and Jill refused for some time to get it cut to a boyish length. It was just too pretty covering his dainty ears and bouncing naturally in loose waves. Her hair stylists were horrified when she told them she was advised to cut his hair. Every hair stylist on every set she took John too could not resist running their fingers through his luxurious hair. John loved that too, and never complained when a few decided to put a few hot rollers in his hair like they did his mom. Jill thought it was all in good fun and there was no harm in it. John certainly loved looking in a mirror and seeing rollers in his hair like his mom had in hers. And when they were cooled and removed, he loved running his fingers through the resulting loose curls and waves in both his moms hair and his own.

How it all began ....

There was one occasion when he was about 11 and his hair was about chin length that he was on the set with his mom. He was bored after being stuck there for more than 5 hours. His moms stylists sat with him and waited to be called for any adjustments his mom might require and as usual engaged
him in conversation - he was a very bright boy. This one stylist in particular constantly fussed over John - playing with his hair more than the others, putting some powder on his face as he laughed, and generally enjoying him. She sat next to him with her arm around his shoulders, her fingers playing with his neck and the silky hair touching his collar.

"Bored, sweetie?" she said softly. "This must be hard for you, sitting on a set all day."

"Yeah," John answered softly, "it's hard sometimes. I kinda like some of the stuff, but sitting around for hours isn't much fun." As he spoke, John casually ran his fingers through his hair in a very feminine way. At times he used both hands to lift his hair off his neck and held it on top of his head in a perfect imitation of how his mom and other girls played with their hair. That did not go un-noticed by Wendy - the stylist. 

Finally she had had enough. "Hey, you know what, John? Would you like to have some fun while your mom is posing?"

Never one to pass up an opportunity to relieve his boredom, John jumped at the suggestion. "Sure, Wendy! What do you want to do?"

"Well", she said, trying to phrase it right, "suppose we play a trick on your mom."

"What kind of trick?" John whispered with delight.

"Okay, now let me tell you my whole idea before you say no, okay?"

"Okay, sure" John answered, looking forward to some conspiracy Wendy was thinking about to fool his mom.

"Okay then, here's the idea. Next door the are doing a fashion shoot for a girls catalog. I'm also doing the makeup and hair over there. Think it over for a minute, but what would you say if I took you over there with me? I could borrow some of the clothes and dress you up pretty, and then make you up like a girl. Your hair is long enough for me to do something pretty with, and we have some hair-pieces over there if we need it. So ... what do you think? Are you up for some fun or not?"

Wendy could almost see John's brain working as he considered her idea. A slight smile on his face after a few seconds gave her a hint what he was thinking.

"Yeah!" he said. "That sounds like a cool idea, Wendy! I bet mom will be surprised."

Anxious to get started before the pretty boy changed his mind, Wendy took him by the hand and practically ran to the next set and dressing rooms. "Wait here a sec, darling" Wendy whispered, "I have to see that lady over there to arrange this. I'll be right back."  She then walked quickly to a
very pretty older woman who was obviously in charge of the clothes for the shoot. She stood next to a large rack full of dresses, skirts and tops, and accessories as a series of young girls stood in line waiting for her to hand them the outfits they'd be wearing for the next shoot. He watched as
Wendy spoke to the lady and pointed over at him, which the lady acknowledged with a bright and mischievous smile. He saw her nod her head up and down in a "yes" and motion for him to come over.

John walked over to here the lady and Wendy were standing with a shy smile. All the girls in line for clothes looked at him with curious eyes. "Such a pretty boy" they were thinking. "Why is he here?" The were soon to find out, to their delight.

They lady spoke to John, "Hi sweetheart, my name is Betty. The girls call me Aunt Betty, so you can too if you like."

John nodded okay. "It's nice to meet you, Aunt Betty"

"Well now ... Wendy tells me you are going to play a trick on your mom, is that right?"

"Yes, ma'am" John replied. "She's doing a shoot next door and I'm bored after waiting all day for her to finish. Wendy asked me if I would like to have some fun and I said okay."

Turning to the line of girls - who were already staring at the very pretty boy - Betty said, "Girls ... this is John. His mom is a model and is doing a shoot next door. You have probably seen her in magazines. John has been on the set all day and is bored, so Wendy here has come up with a trick to
play on his mom and have some fun" 

The girls all looked expectantly at Aunt Betty for what the trick was.

"Wendy thought it would be fun - and John agreed - if she made him up like a girl and put him in a  pretty outfit to see if his mom would recognize him when she finishes her shoot. I had the thought that we should have him join a group of you and take you over there and introduce you all to her as
admirers and future models like her. It should be fun seeing if his mom recognizes him in a group of equally pretty young girls, don't you think?"

The girls erupted into squeals of delight at the idea and gathered around John - hugging him and telling him how brave he was to let them dress him up like a girl. Not a single one objected. In fact, every one told John they wished they had a brother as pretty as him they could play dressup
with. Many ran their fingers through his hair and oohed and aahhhed over how soft it was. They all immediately ran to the clothes rack looking for the perfect outfit for him to wear for the occasion, and finding something they thought nice brought it back and held it up to John to see how it might look on him.

Aunt Betty decided that the girls - and John - would all wear a party dress that was part of the shoot earlier in the day. "Girls", she said, "I want all of you to take the dress you wore this morning for the "party dress" feature and go get dressed. Wendy will refresh your hair and makeup while I
help John find something nice and get him started. Go ahead now ... we'll see you all in a little while after John is dressed. You can watch Wendy do his makeup and hair afterwards."

The girls all gathered around John and wished him good luck and encouraged him to have fun, then they grabbed their dresses and ran to the main dressing room. Betty took John by the hand and led him to the rack of dresses.

"Well, young lady" she teased, "do you see anything you like especially?"

John looked through all the dresses before taking one off the rack and holding it out for Betty's approval. "This is very pretty, Aunt Betty - I like this one."

Betty thought this boy had his mothers sense of style - it was the perfect dress. A beautiful white linen eyelet material with ruffles around the hem and puff sleeves that could be worn off the shoulder. The neckline was a very simple oval with more eyelets along the seam with delicate pink
flowers crocheted around it. It had a full skirt that could be worn with or without petticoats, and a feminine belt stitched with flowers and eyelets tied in a big bow in the back that hung to the hem. With John's beautiful dark hair contrasting the pure white linen of the dress - it would look
spectacular.

"That is perfect, John, and excellent choice. You have a keen eye for fashion for a young boy. You must have gotten that from your mother." Certainly not from your super macho gangster father, she thought to herself.

"Okay - let's get undressed. I have to get you some nice undies first - you simply cannot wear your boy pants under that beautiful dress!"

John did not object at all - he loved the look and feel of him moms silky panties. Betty left for a minute and returned with an armful of underwear. Her eye for size took care of any problem there. She handed John a pair of white cotton panties, first. Not the silky John had expected, but then
girls didn't usually wear such fancy panties. He slipped them up his legs and decided even those fit and felt better than his boy underpants. Next she handed him a white cotton training bra - 11 year old girls usually not needing any more. It was just there to set off the effect. She helped John
slip into it and fastened it behind his back for him. He already looked more like a young girl than a boy. Next came a white slip with ruffles along the hem, slightly flared out from the waist. John lifted his arms automatically so Betty could drop it over his head. Last was a pair of white eyelet ankle socks with ruffles. None of the other girls would be wearing stocking, so John would not either - although his legs cried out for something more sexy than socks. Betty also had a pair of white leather MaryJanes, which she slipped onto John's feet as he sat in the makeup chair to wait for Wendy. Betty decided petticoats would be too much so she lowered the beautiful dress over John's head and adjusted it around his legs.

John stood in front of a large mirror and just stared at his image. He thought he looked wonderful, and he certainly felt wonderful. He turned from side to side and watched his skirt swing out around his legs before falling in a swirl. He posed like he watched his mother do. Betty thought to herself that this was a complete waste of a boy - John was far too pretty to be anything but a girl.

"You look magnificent, honey - your own mother will not recognize you" she said. "Sit down and we'll chat until Wendy gets here to do your makeup and hair.

They talked quietly about general things for only a few minutes before Wendy came in. She stared at the pretty young girl sitting beside Betty in a lovely white dress and it took a minute to realize it was John and not one of the girl models.

"Oh my!" she said with a smile, "what have we here, Betty, a new star in the making?"

"It's me, silly ... John!" John laughed, not getting Wendys joke.

"Yes, I know, sweetie" she laughed, "I was just fooling. But you do look wonderful already. Certainly as pretty as any of the girls wearing makeup." John paid no attention to the curly hairpiece Wendy carried in her hand. "Are you ready?"

John nodded enthusiastically, his hands down and playing with his full skirts as natural as could be. He sat in the makeup chair after smoothing the skirt under him like it was something he did every day. Betty and Wendy just looked at each other and smiled.

"I'm only going to use a little makeup on you, honey" Wendy said softly. "You really don't need much at all. A touch of mascara, a touch of blush on your cheeks, some light eye shadow to bring out your eyes, and some lip gloss. You don't need any more."

It took barely 10 minutes to accomplish that, and she and Betty could only shake their heads and smile at how pretty a little makeup made John. Women would kill for his beautiful skin, naturally long lashes, and cupids bow lips. Next surprise would be his hair.

I'm going to do something with your hair that I guarantee will make sure your mom doesn't recognize you, hon." She took the piece off the counter and draped it over her hand to show John.

"Feel how soft and pretty this is, honey. It feels like you own hair and matches perfectly. I'm going to give you a really "girlie" hairdo I think you will love."

Leaving John's hair falling over his forehead in bangs, Wendy gathered the rest of his silky hair and drew it back on the sides with small combs, leaving the top and back curly as before. She then took the long hairpiece and clipped it firmly over his own hair and draped it in a long, curly ponytail. She took her curling iron and made chin length curls down the sides of his face from his own hair and brushed them out into feathery tendrils that hung over his ears. From the top rear of John's head, the piece hung almost to his shoulders in a fluffy mass. The pieces of his own hair from the front of the topknot were arranged in a sweep across the to of his head towards his bangs and sweeping down the sides to his ears.

Betty could not believe the effect the new hair had on John's appearance. Nobody could possibly tell this was a boy sitting there. Betty could hardly believe it herself, and she saw it taking place!

"My God, Wendy .. he's gorgeous! He could make a fortune if he wanted to model, looking like that!"

John turned his head to look at Wendy, who was also amazed at how amazing this boy now looked - as if he wasn't prettier than most of the girls before she even started on him. John got chills when he felt his long piece sweeping against his neck and shoulders exposed by the neckline of his dress. When he got up from the chair and looked at himself in the wall mirror he didn't recognize himself, but he thought the girl he was looking at was absolutely beautiful. Then he realized it was really him he was looking at.

"Holy cow!" he laughed, "I'm beautiful! Mom will never know it's me! I don't know it's me!" He turned from side to side and watched his skirts swirling around his legs and his hair tossing about. He loved how everything and decided he would have to figure a way to do this again with his mom.

Betty had walked outside the dressing room and gathered the girls around. They had been waiting expectantly for John to appear again as a girl in the plan to trick his mom. They weren't ready for what they saw when John walked out with Wendy.

"Wow!" "Oh my God!" "Geez - he's beautiful!" "Look at his hair! I want my hair like that, Wendy!" Those were what the girls were shouting. John made a huge hit and the girls gathered around him, giving him hugs, kissing him, touching his dress and hair.

"Okay girls, lets give John some room to breathe now!" Betty shouted. "I want everyone to TRY and act like a normal group of beginner models. We are going to the next set to watch what goes on at a big time photo shoot and be introduced to John's mom. I'm betting we will be able to fool her, and I
can't wait to introduce John to her!"

As the girls gathered in a bunch around John, a younger girl grabbed hold of his hand and looked at him with a huge smile. "You are so cool, John. I wish I could get my brother to try something like this. All he wants to do is play football with his friends and get dirty. Yuck."

John laughed and walked with the young girl and the rest of the group to the next set. The girls ranged in age from 7 to 17, and all hoped to be professional models of some sort when they reached 18.

Betty gathered them all up again and had them stand quietly at the back of the set until she could arrange for them to meet Jill - who had no idea her son was among them. In fact, when Betty approached to ask Jill's permission to have the girls on the set she asked her "Oh Betty! Have you seen my son John anywhere? He seems to have disappeared somewhere." Betty stifled a laugh.

"I don't think so, Jill. All I've seen around here today has been a group of young girls for a catalog shoot. Which I meant to ask you about, by the way. Would you mind much if I brought the girls to the set to ask you some questions about modeling? They all know and idolize you, so I thought you might give them 10 minutes or so."

"Certainly, Betty - I'd be happy to talk to the girls, but would you see about finding John for me, please? I'm getting worried where he's gone off to. I know how boring this all is for him, but I can't leave him with anyone trustworthy these days."

Betty laughed again. "Oh, I'm sure he's around somewhere close - he'll pop up. Don't worry, dear." Little did she know that her son was only feet away and watching her intently.

Jill saw the group of pretty young girls standing at the back of the set and walked over to them smiling.

"What a lovely group of young ladies!", she said. "I understand you'd like to ask me some questions about getting into professional modeling?" She looked at each girl in the group before saying "from the looks of this group I would say you are all pretty enough to make it in modeling", which brought giggles from the girls on either side of John.

At any rate, Jill spent the next 15 or 20 minutes chatting with the girls about her job and how she got where she was. She never once gave any indication she recognized her son among the girls even though she looked directly at him more than a few times - captivated by the prettiest "girl" in the group. She wondered why only that one girl never asked a question. Maybe she was just shy, although most girls in modeling tended to be extroverted.

Wendy stepped up and announced, "Girls, I think we have taken enough of Jill's time, so I think we should all say thank you individually."

Jill walked slowly down the line of girls as each introduced themselves and thanked her for her time. She finally reached the last girl - the prettiest one of them all and the one who didn't speak the entire time she spoke to the group. She didn't notice the rest of the girls watching intently with
huge smiles on their faces and trying hard to suppress giggles.

"And what is your name, dear?" she asked her own son. I must say I love your hair - Wendy did a marvelous job on you. You didn't ask me any questions, I was wondering why?”

John took a deep breath before saying with a smile “Gee, mommy - I've spent enough time with you at work that I didn't think I needed to!”

The girls, Betty, and Wendy all broke into laughter and clapped their hands as Jill stepped back in total shock. “Did she say ‘Mommy’?” Jill thought to herself. She covered her mouth with her hands in that way girls do and her eyes popped wide open in surprise. “John! MY GOD, IS THAT REALLY YOU,
DARLING? WHAT ARE YOU DOING DRESSED LIKE A GIRL!” 

Wendy tried to stop laughing without much success as she took Jill's arm.

“Jill, darling, I'm sorry but it was all my idea!”

Jill turned to her friend, still in shock and staring at her son in a beautiful white party dress, made up and with his hair tumbling beautifully around his face. It had to b a wig - his own hair wasn't that long.

“I donut understand, Wendy” she said.

“Well ... John and I were talking while you were doing the shoot and he was so unhappy and bored.” she said - still giggling. He is just so naturally pretty, I asked him if he’d like to have a little fun and play a trick on his mom. He said okay and this is the result. Now admit it ... you never suspected this was your son, did you! Isn’t he just precious?”

John stood quietly with a smile on his perfectly made up face, his hands clasped girlishly behind his back and twisting back and forth so his skirts billowed around his legs. The other girls were all gathered around and hugging him and his cheeks were covered with lipstick marks.

Suddenly the humor of it all hit Jill and she kneeled down and motioned for her “son” to come to her. He practically floated across the floor into her open arms and wrapped his around his moms neck. Jill squeezed him to her breast and kissed him ... brushing his cheek with the back of her fingers and then brushed some stray curls away from his eyes.

“Well, darling, I guess you got your mom this time, didn’t you! I am in total shock seeing you like this. How in the world did Wendy talk you into this? I’d never guess you would go along with dressing up like a girl!”

John looked down in embarrassment briefly before whispering “It was kind of fun, mommy. I had a good time. I’m sorry if you’re mad.”

Jill was surprised that John had enjoyed himself being turned into a girl, although he never complained when Wendy or other makeup girls put some makeup on him while doing hers. She was also surprised that he thought she would be mad at him.

“Oh no, darling! Why would I be mad at you? You were just having a little harmless fun, that’s all. I’m glad you enjoyed being fussed over for a change, instead of standing around watching mommy having all the fun! Did you really have fun dressing up like a girl, darling? Isn’t it such fun having your hair done pretty and wearing such pretty clothes?”

John still looked embarrassed, but he admitted “It is, mom. I really did have fun, and girls clothes are so much more comfortable than yucky boys clothes. And I really had fun when Wendy was playing with my hair. Long hair feels so wonderful! I wish I could keep it this long forever!”

Now that did surprise Jill, but she considered it for only a moment. “Well, maybe we can arrange that from time to time, darling.” John looked very surprised when Jill said to Wendy and Betty, “Ladies, my lovely new daughter and I would like to thank you for giving her such a wonderful day.
I admit I’m still in shock, but if it’s okay with you I think we will go home now. I will, of course, be happy to pay for my daughters new outfit and hair.”

John wrapped his arms around his mothers neck again “Oh mommy! Thank you!” Then he ran to the group of his new girlfriends, who again began kissing and hugging him tightly and wishing him well. Jill had never seen her son so happy. She would have to invite all the girls over to her house from time to time.

She walked over to the group and announced “Girls, thank you for being so sweet to my new daughter. I would appreciate it if you would leave your names and addresses with my assistant so my daughter and I can invite you to our house from time to time. I think a fancy dress party would be
enjoyed by all of you?”

The girls all squealed in delight and promised to come to see their new friend whenever she wanted. John kissed every single girl on the lips to say good bye, and every single girl kissed him back and hugged him tightly and said they were happy for him and he looked beautiful as a girl. “Girls are so much more accepting,” Jill thought to herself. She wondered what her late husband would say if he saw his son like he was at this moment. He would probably have a heart attack. No, he would probably beat his son half to death first. She shuddered at the thought. That would not happen to her son, not now, not ever. She would understand and love her son - or daughter - no matter what!

She walked slowly to where John and the girls were still gathered. The girls were still hugging him and comparing dresses, and playing with John's hair as girls do. John looked happier than she had ever seen him. She looked over at Betty and Wendy, who were watching the entire seen with a mixture of happiness and sadness both. Both had tears in their eyes seeing how happy John was with the girls around him. Jill smiled and both understood she was thanking them as well.

Jill took John's hand and said good bye to the girls and promised to have them all together soon, and mother and daughter walked slowly to Betty and Wendy. John hugged each of them and thanked them for being so nice, and promised to pay for her new dress.

“No, dear ... that is a present from us to you. It’s yours to keep, We are so happy you had fun and enjoyed our day together. You may keep the hairpiece as well - we have an idea you may be needing it soon!”

John smiled at each of them and said “I hope I will! Thank you!”

Jill hugged both her friends and thanked them again for the gifts. It was understood among women what gifts she was referring to exactly. It didn’t need to be spelled out. Together, they walked off the set and out of the building to Jill's car. Jill wasn’t sure exactly what all this would lead to but she ws ready for whatever it was.

Next ... “Girls Night Out.”