Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 16:20:03 -0400
From: Full Name <pinkpumps1@excite.com>
Subject: TS "Samantha's New World"

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Samantha's New World By Pink Pumps

Chapter 1 – Caught

I was caught. No way out of it. No way around it. And Mom was FURIOUS!

There I stood in my sister Sara's bedroom, wearing one of her old
schoolgirl uniforms – tight, ruffled-collared white blouse; very short,
black- and red-plaid, pleated skirt; white knee-socks, and black Mary
Jane's with four-inch heels (more on the short skirt and tall heels in a
moment) – when Mom walked in on me.

I was in the process of pulling a pair of white cotton panties up my
legs. I was holding the hem of the skirt up with one hand and struggling
with the panties with the other. And failing miserably. Why hadn't I put
the panties on first? Oh well, it didn't matter now – my ass was grass
either way. I was totally fucked.

I stopped fighting the losing battle with the panties and stood still;
scared shitless; a newborn deer in the headlights.

"Sammy, what the FUCK do you think you're doing?" Mom yelled. "What the
FUCK are you doing?"

My prim and proper Mom just screamed "fuck" twice! I'd never heard her say
it even once until now. In my wildest dreams, I never thought she would use
that word.

By the way, I'm a 12-year-old boy. Not a schoolgirl.

"Drop the panties NOW!" she said, voice still raised in anger, the likes of
which I'd never heard. "But you fucking hold the hem of the skirt right
where it is!"

Oh, shit! She was going to see my peepee. My hard peepee. The one, I'm
ashamed to say, is barley two circumcised inches long when erect. And also
the one she hadn't seen since I was old enough to bathe and shower by
myself.

Mom looked at my little thingy and actually laughed! "Your dick is
pitiful!"

My quite, reserved, conservative mom had just commented in disgust on the
size of my wiener.

"So tell me, Sammy, what the FUCK are you doing?"

"Mom, I'm so sorry!" I was in tears now.

"Sorry my ass. This isn't the first time you've worn Sara's clothes, is it?
Lie to me and I'll put you over my knee, pull that skirt up over your naked
ass, and whip the shit out of you with a belt!

"I have proof you like to dress like a girl!"

Proof? How the hell did she have proof? But I guess she did. How else would
she know to come home at this very moment and catch me? I thought I'd been
so careful.

"You put on Sara's panties, stroke your little thing and cum in them don't
you? I know because I found a pair with your cum stains on them."

I had been squirting for less than a year, and it was so nice. Now I wished
I was still having dry cums.

"You thought you'd washed and dried them before I got home every day,
didn't you?" Mom continued to scream. "Well, you didn't!"

She grabbed my arm, dragged me into my room, then literally shoved me to
the floor.

"Look under your bed and tell me what you see, smartass," she demanded.

What I saw were a pair of Sara's panties, covered in my cum; a pair I must
have overlooked when I washed the others.

"I knew what you were up to as soon as I saw her panties under your bed,"
she said. "That's why I came home early today. I wanted to catch you
red-handed. Well, I fucking did, didn't I?"

Before I go on about Mom's rampage, I guess I need to tell you why Sara's
skirt is so short, and her heels so tall. And it might help explain why I
was in her room in the first place. Sara is a freshman in college and lives
in a dorm. When she was a senior in high school, the girls were allowed to
wear shorter uniform skirts and taller heels. Sara took full advantage;
even stretched the limits.

Well, that explains what I was wearing, so now I admit to you that I'd been
sneaking into Sara's room and wearing her clothes since I was eight years
old. Every single day I wanted to wear girly clothes more and more, and I
guess it got out of hand. I got careless. What I wondered about now were
the consequences of being caught.

Back to Mom: She is such a fuddy-duddy that she almost always wears
below-the-knee-length skirts, thick cotton blouses, very dark stockings
(almost opaque), and demure two-inch pumps. If Mom owned a pair of
bluejeans or shorts, I'd never seen them. On weekends, she wore full,
modest dresses and flats. The most skin of hers I'd ever seen was when it
was hot and she wore long sundresses.

This is the same Mom who was now liberally dropping f-bombs all over my
head!

Not to change the subject again from my ass being in the wringer, but I
need tell you that I noticed something as she screamed at me.

Maybe it was just my imagination – it HAD to be my imagination – but
while her skirt was the same length as always, it seemed to be tighter. She
was wearing a silk blouse today. I swear her stockings were sheerer. Then I
noticed her heels, and was even more shocked. When I was seeing was not my
imagination at all. She had on strappy, five-inch, come-fuck-me
sandals. Where the hell had all that come from?

For the first time in my life, I realized how big Mom's boobies are; how
plump and full her ass is; how long and shapely her legs are, especially in
those heels. She made me get a stiffy, in spite of how terrified I was. My
MOTHER made me hard!!!

How could it be worse? I had been caught wearing my sister's clothes and I
was turned on by my mother.

So here's my dilemma: How the hell do I get out of trouble for wearing
Sara's clothes, and how do I keep from wanting to do things – sexual
things – with Mom?

If you can figure it out, please tell me what I can do.

Well, here's the only thing I COULD do at the moment: I broke down in
tears. I sobbed. I swore to Mom that I'd never wear Sara's clothes ever
again.

But there was no way I could tell her what my thoughts were about her,
could I? They were just THOUGHTS, after all, but I couldn't get them out of
my head, even as hard as I was trying.

"Mom, I swear I will do ANYTHING to make you happy," I cried. "I swear I
will!"


Chapter 2 – Changes In Mom

As I broke down and helplessly sobbed as hard as I ever had, I thought I
sensed a very subtle change in Mom. I knew for sure I didn't see as much
rage, and I had this strange feeling she was actually starting to feel
sorry for me for some reason. How had that change come over her so fast? I
had no idea, but if what I was feeling was right, I was more confused than
ever.

Here I was, cowering on the floor, wearing my sister's old school uniform
without panties, and thinking about how fucking sexy my mother is. Is that
perverted? Or hot? You decide.

Mom helped me to my feet, sat down on my bed and patted for me sit beside
her. She didn't hug me, or try to wipe away my tears. The Mom I knew
wouldn't. She just stared straight ahead for awhile, thinking.

"Sammy," she finally said, "I don't understand your desire to wear Sara's
clothes. Maybe you can help me to. But I do know this: Your asshole father
is gone and Sara's at college. It's just you and me now."

I was still too scared to speak. And in case you're wondering, my father
walked out on us several years ago. Good riddance, as far as I'm concerned.

"If it pleases you to wear her clothes, that will be fine," Mom
said. "You're pretty enough to be a girl, I know that for sure. And I've
neglected you for too long."

I was still speechless.

"You're old enough now to have sexual feelings – your cum in Sara's
panties is proof of that," Mom said. "So let's just cut the bullshit, shall
we?

"Masturbation is a normal, healthy thing. Would it surprise you to know I
masturbate, too?"

I thought to myself: Yes, it would surprise the shit out of me to hear that
my straight-laced mother played with her clit and fingered her pussy until
she came. I wondered how wet she got. Did she have a vibrator or a dildo?
Maybe both? I got a stiffy again just thinking about it.

"And, Sammy," she continued, "you're dick's not pitiful. I'm so sorry I
said that. I can see it's not very big, but I promise, it's just too cute
for words. It's so pink and sweet looking. It really is."

Then she did something almost unthinkable for her: "Come here, baby," she
said, and hugged me for the first time in years. In fact, I couldn't even
remember the last time she hugged me. And she'd called me "baby." I just
didn't have clue as to what was going on.

She ran her fingers though my hair and kissed my forehead. "It'll be
okay. We'll figure things out for both of us. Together."

Both of us? She was willing to allow me to wear Sara's clothes – I got
that part, at least a little – and I was I happy about it. But what in
the hell could I help HER figure out?

I had told her I'd do anything to make her happy, and I was about to find
out what "anything" was. In a very nice way, as you will see.


Chapter 3 – Bonding

Wrapped in her arms with my head resting on her chest, I could feel her
heavy breasts rise and fall as she breathed. Shit, I felt precum spreading
on my skirt, too.

We sat silently for awhile, then she asked,"You know what I'm thinking
about right now?"

How could I possibly know what was on her mind after she'd taken me through
every emotion I have?

"Holding you like this, I'm remembering about how I breast fed you," she
whispered. "You may not believe this, but my pussy got wet sometimes when
you sucked my titties. I just loved your little thingy, and it's still as
beautiful as I remember. I loved touching it."

My hard-ass Mom's pussy got wet when I sucked her boobies? She played with
my peepee? Then why had she turned into such a bitch?

"That was a bond I let slip away because I was so miserable in my
marriage," she went on. "I'm so sorry you and Sara had to pay for my
misery. Maybe we could bond again. Would you like that, baby?"

"Very much, but how?" I asked.

She asked me to scoot over a little, then did something even more
unthinkable than hugging me: Mom actually took off her blouse and bra,
exposing her titties to me for the first time in my memory. I had formed an
image in my head of how beautiful they must be after she stormed into
Sara's room wearing the clothes she was in now. I wasn't disappointed when
I actually saw them. I figured she was an honest D-cup – maybe double-D
– and they were so firm! There was no sag at all in them – they still
stood straight out and her nipples were as hard as diamonds.

Later on when I finally saw a tag on one of her bras, double-D was
confirmed.

How my stupid fucking father could walk away from those titties, that ass
and long legs was just astounding! He knew what was under her drab clothes,
even if the rest of the world didn't.

"I don't have any milk in my titties now, honey, but you can still suck
them if you want," she whispered. "There's medication I can take to make me
lactate again. I can buy nursing bras and breast feed you whenever you
want. Your drinking my breast milk would be wonderful and help us bond
again, don't you think? Would you like that?"

I would have to be as dumb as a rock not to like it, wouldn't I? Believe
me, I latched on to one of her nipples and sucked like the baby I was
before she all but abandoned me.

"Suck Mommy's titties, sweetie, while I play with your clitty. I'll bet I
can make my little girl cum. Will you cum for Mommy?"

Clitty? Little girl? Cum for Mommy?

I knew that at any minute I was going to wake up and realize this was a wet
dream. I didn't know where this was going, but I liked it. I mean, I was
wearing my sisters schoolgirl uniform without panties. "Mommy" wanted me to
suck her titties while she played with my "clitty." She wanted her "little
girl" to cum for her!

I pulled away from her titty for a moment, and started to take off the
blouse I was wearing. I figured I'd slip out of the skirt, knee socks and
Mary Jane's, too. But Mommy stopped me. It's so weird to think of her as
"Mommy" after all these years of simply "Mom." Mom the raging bitch.

"Stay dressed, baby. I like what you have on," she said. "Mommy can lift
your skirt and get to your clitty just fine."

Are we talking about the very same skirt she was going to lift over my
naked ass before she whipped me with a belt just a few minutes ago?  Yep,
the skirt she now wanted me to leave on!

She offered me a titty again. As I sucked, I felt her warm hand on my
stiffy ... ooops! My clitty.

"Isn't this wonderful?" she cooed, stroking my hair and face with her other
hand. "I don't know why I drifted away from you when you needed me
so. Maybe I can make it to you.

"If you'll be my little girl, we can call you `Sammi' instead of `Sammy.'
(She spelled out both names). No, I don't like that. Those names sound just
alike. You need something more femmy. How would Samantha work for you?"

I took my mouth from her nipple, told her I loved Samantha, then started
sucking again.

"We can have so much fun, Samantha. I can dress you up, and do your hair
and makeup. Would you like that?"

She had to be bi-polar. I swear to god she had to be. Her mood swing from
furious to nurturing was incredible, wasn't it? Bi-polar or not, I loved
it. I wanted to make her happy even if she was totally bat-shit crazy.

Maybe it was just all the pent up anger and frustration my dickhead of a
father caused her. Maybe that's why she had been such a bitch to Sara and
me. If seeing me in Sara's clothes made her blow up and let go of her
demons, then I was glad she caught me.

But why she was wearing what she had on was a mystery to me. Maybe she was
starting to feel the anger and frustration letting go a little. Maybe her
explosion today got rid of it all and she was trying to feel sexy
again. She damn sure was that.

My Mommy finally came back to me. Wherever she had been, she came back. I
had a Mommy for the very first time in my memory, if you want to know the
truth.

As she played with my clitty and I sucked a big booby, her hips began to
buck. When I did "cum for Mommy," she cried out just as much as I did. What
the hell just happened? Did she cum, too?

We sat silently for a moment, then Mommy giggled. I'd NEVER heard her
giggle. "Honey, we need to do something about our panties. Mine are soaking
wet, and maybe you should put on a pair."

She got up, grabbed her blouse and bra, and was about to head to her
room. I asked her to stop, and said, "Mommy, since we're cutting through
the bullshit, could you just stay as you are? I have this fantasy now of
you topless in a tight skirt, sheer stockings and stiletto heels. Please?"

"You're fantasizing about Mommy, sweetie? I'm flattered!" she said. "My
little girl fantasizing about her Mommy! I think that is soooo hot,
baby. Tell you what – let's do this: You leave panties off and I'll stay
in my nasty wet ones!"

Shit! Unbelievable!

"In case you haven't noticed," she giggled again, "something really nice
has come over me all of a sudden."

Believe me, I noticed.

"I feel so alive again, baby!" Mommy said. "Tell me what your fantasies
are, and I'll try my best to fulfill them."

Damn!


Chapter 4 – Fantasies Fulfilled

Mommy did indeed stay topless and kept on her wet panties. She also stayed
in her tight skirt, stockings and come-fuck-me heels, so one of my
fantasies was already fulfilled. I was very confident, given her 180 in
attitude, more would come true.

As for me, I was in still Sara's school uniform without panties. Well, I
guess shouldn't say I was in Sara's uniform anymore. Her closets and
drawers were full of Samantha's clothes now. I had to be okay with that,
right?

"Later on tonight, Samantha, I'm going to show you my sopping panties,"
Mommy said. "Would you like that? You're thinking about it aren't you? Your
clitty is puffy now isn't it? I hope I can make it puffy a lot."

I hoped I could survive. She was killing me.

"Lift you skirt and show Mommy your puffy clitty."

I did.

"Your clitty is so cute, Samantha," Mommy giggled. I was falling IN LOVE
with that sweet giggle.

As I watched her prepare dinner, her exquisite ass swayed in her tight
skirt, and her big titties swung freely as she moved about. The clicking
and clacking of her heels exaggerated both, I'm pleased to say. Every time
she bent and her boobies hung, she smiled at me.

Something else blew me away: I'd NEVER seen Mommy drink alcohol. Never. But
she went to my shithead father's liquor cabinet (at least he hadn't taken
that) and mixed herself a pretty strong Scotch and water. She coughed a
little on the first few sips.

"Wow!" she said. "This is the first drink I've had in years, and it's going
to take me awhile to reacquire the taste. I already feel a little buzz!"

After dinner, we sat on the couch relaxing and Mommy pounded three more
Scotch and waters.

"You know, honey," she said, "because of you, I came back to life
today. Believe it or not, I partied a little before I got married –
especially in college. Because of asshole, I lost the desire. But my little
girl helped me get it back.

"I haven't told you this in years: I love you."

"I love you, too, Mommy," I said.

Later on that night, Mommy led me into her bedroom, squirmed out of her
tight skirt, took off her pantyhose (a little more on that in just a
second), slid her wet panties off and handed them to me.

"Smell my pussy juice, honey," she said. "That's how wet you made me."

I smelled the soaked crotch and it was sweet! By the way, she has a full
bush, and she told me she hated pantyhose. Fine with me.

So other fantasies were being fulfilled. Any little boy – even one who
has a feminine side like I do – is lying his ass off if he says he
doesn't fantasize about his mother's pussy. Even more so if it's hairy.

"I'm buying garterbelts, stockings and thigh-highs tomorrow," Mommy
said. "I'm done with fucking pantyhose."

Again, fine with me.

I even slept with her that night. But before we got into bed, she went to
her closet and pulled a box down off the top shelf.

"I haven't looked though this in so many years," she said. I swear tears
came to her eyes. "I've forgotten how it feels to be desirable. You gave
that back to me, sweetie."

Mommy took out two very sheer baby-doll nighties, short enough to just
cover our previously private parts. She put on a light-blue one, and handed
me one in pink. Neither had matching panties. Pantyless is more than okay
with me.

We got into bed and snuggled, then she pulled down the top of her babydoll
and exposed a boob.

"Please suck Mommy's titties again, baby," she said. "You know, they make
babydolls with openings for boobies. That's something else I'm buying
tomorrow."

I actually drifted off to sleep with a nipple in my mouth.

Life was good now, but I know you don't believe our lives could change that
much in a single day. They did, though, and I'm serious. The strong but
hidden will of Mommy came back and took over. I was just fine with that.


Chapter 5 – New Lives

The next morning, Mommy and I showered together, then she let me watch her
dress for work.

Last night she'd said no more pantyhose, and she meant it. She pulled on a
pair of panties, slipped her bare legs and sweet ass into a tight skirt,
snapped on a bra, buttoned up a white blouse, and stepped into black
five-inch suede pumps. Where were these sexy clothes coming from all of a
sudden? What had I been missing?

The gray wool skirt and white silk blouse she was wearing looked really hot
with the black pumps.

"I know you didn't notice until yesterday – I don't blame you for not
noticing; I've been such a bitch – but I've been wearing less modest
clothes for a couple of weeks now. I just felt it was time to stop covering
myself up. There was a time when I so proud of my body. Would you believe
some of the men at work have actually been hitting on me?"

Hell yes, I would believe it.

"I can't remember the last time that happened. College maybe. How would you
like to dress up sexy, too, and let me take you to dinner and a movie?
Maybe go dancing together. Just us girls."

"Mommy, I ...  uh ... I just can't!" I stammered

"I think I can understand how you feel," Mommy said. "You've been wearing
your sisters clothes, but you've had to do it in secret. We have plenty of
time to work on Samantha, and I won't take her out until she's ready. I
promise."

"Okay," I reluctantly said. "But that scares me to death."

Mommy kissed me on the cheek, then headed out the door.

It was late May and summer vacation from school had just started. Then
another thought hit me that scared the shit out of me: What if Mommy had
caught me sooner and made me go to school in Sara's schoolgirl uniform? I
would have been teased unmercifully. I don't know if I could have lived
through it.

But I have to admit, the thought of dressing as little girl and actually
going to school as one excited me almost as much as it frightened me. So
much so my clitty got puffy. I decided not to touch it – I'd let Mommy
do that tonight.

I went to Sara's room to find something appropriate for my new persona. I
searched though her closet and found a pleated denim miniskirt. I dug
through her drawers and came up with a pair of pink panties and a pink
t-shit with "Cutie" in white script across the front.

I put on the panties, little skirt and t-shirt, then rummaged through the
closet again for shoes. What I found was perfect – an off-white pair of
Sperry Topsiders for women. As much as I like Mommy's new heels, the
Topsiders went better with what I had on. Plus, there's no way in hell I
could handle five-inch heels.

Then I stood before a full-length mirror on the closet door and
starred. Looking back at me was a tomboyish little girl. Actually a 100%
passable little girl, tomboy aside, if you want to know the truth. Maybe
Mommy was right; maybe I really was beautiful.

But I had to do something with my hair, so I sat at Sara's dressing table
and started to work on it. I hadn't had a haircut in awhile and it was well
below my ears, but nor girly long. I managed to create some decent pigtails
and tied them with pink and white ribbons.

I stood and looked in the mirror again. This time, I really did see a
beautiful little girl. I couldn't wait for Mommy to see me. When she taught
me about makeup; about feminine mannerisms; how to walk in heels ... well,
my transformation would be complete, right?

Maybe I would even be brave enough to actually let her take me out. Nope!
Not a chance right now.


Chapter 6 – Surprises

Mommy got home around 5:30, loaded down with shopping bags and boxes. I
helped her get everything inside.

The first words out of her mouth were: "You ARE a `Cutie,' darling! Love
the pigtails!

"As you can see, I did a little shopping today, baby," she giggled. And
that sweet giggle was becoming intoxicating. "I bought some new things for
both of us!"

I motioned for her to sit on the couch, went to the liquor cabinet and
fixed a Scotch and water for her.

"Oh, thank you so much!" Mommy said. "I can really use this. I've been a
busy girl."

I started to sit beside her, but she put her drink aside and held out her
arms. "On my lap, baby. I want my little girl on my lap," she said.

We cuddled for awhile and even kissed. On the lips! With tongue!

"I saw a doctor today, honey," Mommy said. "I got a prescription for
medication to make me lactate, and I started on it as soon as I got it
filled. The doctor said I should be producing milk in a few days. Mommy can
start breast feeding and bonding with her little Samantha!"

Oh, fuck. Breast milk. My MOMMY's breast milk.

"And you know what else?" she said. "I talked to the doctor about you,
too. He referred me to a specialist who works with little girls like
you. If you decide you really want to be Samantha, he can start you on
hormones and you'll have titty bumps and flaring hips in no time!

"Your ass already has some very nice plumpness to it, but wouldn't some
flare to your hips be great?"

Is this the same mother who was so pissed at me only one day earlier she
shoved me to the floor? The one who said I had a pitiful dick? The one
dropping f-bombs on me? It couldn't be, but it was!

"I've already decided, Mommy," I said. "I want to be Samantha. I want to be
your little girl."

Mommy said, "I'll make an appointment for you tomorrow, sweet Samantha."

She eased me off of her lap and stood. She took off her blouse and bra,
exposing her magnificent boobies. She bent at the waist and swung them from
side to side. And then there was that fantasy again: Mommy topless, tight
skirt, five-inch pumps, and ... sheer black stockings? But she hadn't had
on stockings when she left this morning!

"I know you like how I look in a skirt and heels with my boobies out,"
Mommy giggled again, "but I want to show you one of my surprises!"

She reached around, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. Holy
shit! My hot Mommy just got hotter. There was a black-lace garterbelt
holding up her stockings. And she wasn't wearing panties!

Mommy stepped out of her skirt and spread her legs as much as she could
while still balancing on her heels. Her full bush, and pink, wet pussy were
fully exposed. "I've played with your clitty, Samantha. Want to play with
mine?"

If heaven is for real, I was in it.


Final Chapter – Samantha Meets The World

Three months later ...

Mommy and I worked really hard over the summer on wiping out the last
vestiges of Sammy, and I was almost 100% Samantha.

The hormones hadn't exactly given me training-bra-size titty bumps yet, but
there was some swelling on my chest and my nipples had become soooo
sensitive. Mommy and I added her sucking MY nipples to our fun and games.

The hormones were also making my already femmy voice even more so. My skin
was softer, smoother, and my hair – now approaching shoulder length –
was so full and luxurious.

I'd been sunning in the backyard for three months in tiny thong bikini
bottoms; part of a set given to me as one of Mommy's little surprises. Why
bother with the top? I didn't have anything up top to put in it. So with
the exception of the miniscule white triangle left by what covered my
clitty, I had an all-over tan. No tan lines on my shoulders would be
important, as you will see.

I was also walking more girly. Mommy had helped me get used to walking in
heels – short steps, one foot in front of the other, my slightly flaring
hips swaying – and I was handling four-inch pumps and strappy stilettos
pretty comfortably.

My feminine mannerisms were almost perfect, too, thanks to my wonderful
Mommy.

But fall and the start of school were approaching, and as they did, the
more terrified I got, despite our efforts.

Mommy was working with me on my fear of going out in public, and had taken
some major steps in my becoming completely Samantha, as well.

Legally changing my name was a snap; going to school as a girl was more
problematic. Mommy had enrolled me in a private girls school (I would get
to wear uniforms!), and nobody there had ever even heard of Sammy. But to
make it official, we would have to produce a birth certificate.

Mommy handled that very well, too: She had a lawyer friend who had the hots
for her, and she'd done several "favors" for him. Guess what they were. He
took care of the birth-certificate problem.

I had no difficulty in sharing Mommy with him. We did the nasty as girls –
no penetration except for her finger in my pooper and mine in her pussy –
but she did have needs for a man's cock that were going unfulfilled before
he stepped in. It didn't make our nightly sessions in our bedroom (yep, I
was sleeping with Mommy every night now) any less intense.

It's notable, too, that we added vibrators to our sexy sessions. Mommy
bought a five-inch, dick-shaped one for me, and a rabbit for her. She loved
the rabbit, but liked my middle finger in her pussy and my tongue on her
swollen clitty just as much.

And she was most definitely breast feeding me. If you've never seen a woman
with big, beautiful titties like Mommy's in a nursing bra with the flaps
open, then you haven't lived. We were bonding in the sweetest way.

With everything settled, it was time for Samantha to meet her new
world. And let's just say my tight bootie-hole was becoming even tighter as
the date of my unveiling approached.

Mommy had decided the Saturday of Labor Day weekend was when it was going
to happen. School would start the following week, so I had to agree. But I
had at least managed to talk her into dinner and a movie after sunset. No
dancing just yet. I would own the night, right? Well not quite, given my
total terror.

"You don't have anything to hide, my love – you're a perfectly beautiful
little girl now," she said. "But if the darkness makes you more
comfortable, then nighttime it is."

So Saturday night arrived, and Mommy laid out my clothes. They say no white
after Labor Day, but Labor Day hadn't officially passed yet, so she chose
white for me. White also gave me the virgin look. And I guess I was a
virgin technically. No man had ever touched me. I knew that would
eventually come, and I looked forward to it. But I was only 12 and new to
the feminine game.

She picked a fairly tight, white, strapless, mid-thigh-length satin dress
that showed all of the bare, tanned shoulders I told you about. The dress
what so light and sheer, I had on the first full-length slip I'd even worn.

And again because of my tan, she decided against stockings, but I would
wear white, four-inch strappy sandals.

Short white dress, white strappy heels. I felt soooo sexy! But so fucking
scared!

She did my hair and applied very light makeup – just some blush, faint
pink eye shadow and pink lip gloss. I dressed and stood before her
full-length mirror. In that mirror was the image of a sexy 12-year-old,
100% girl. Finally.

Mommy dressed in a short black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. She
added very sheer, black lace-top thigh-highs and black strappy five-inch
sandals.

I haven't mentioned panties have I? Get the picture?

Her black against my white were quite the contrast. We were a beautiful
Mommy and daughter team.

We walked to our front door, Mommy opened it, and led Samantha out into the
night to meet her new world.