Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2016 05:10:48 +0000 From: John Edwards Subject: New Mothers New Daughter chapter Mother's New Daughter, Chapter 2 Copyright: Aug 3, 2016 All Rights Reserved By John G. Edwards The ride to the ice cream store was the longest ride I had every taken in my life, albeit it was only 15 minutes away. But, here I am all dressed up like a girl sitting next to mother in the car and slouched down in the seat. "Sit up straight Andrea, stop slouching!" It was all I could do to sit with my head and face up high enough so people could barely seem me. Much to my surprise, however, no one was paying me any attention. So, I sat up a little higher. At the stop light, there was a car with a couple of boys next to us. They both whistled at me. I smiled slightly, but was truly embarrassed. "Geez, I can't take you anywhere can I without the boys going gaga over you," said mother with a whimsical note in her voice. "Yeah, sure..." I mumbled. Mother laughed. Finally we were at the ice cream shop. Mother made sure to pull up right in front of the door in the open parking place. I saw this from two vantage points: First, it was the shortest distance to the front door; and secondly everyone in the shop could see me sitting there next to mother in my dress. "Come on, I'm looking forward to a great big banana split, how about you Andrea?" "Mother, do we have to do this, I promise I won't ever do this again." "And..." "I'll do anything you want me to do around the house. Just please, don't make me go in there dressed like this." I was truly panicked and just about ready to cry. "Is that all???" she quipped. "If you want more, just tell me, but..." "But nothing, get out of the car and let's go inside," she said brusquely as she got out of the car. I just sat there. Suddenly she came around to my side of the car and opened the door and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the car like a small child who was acting up in front of his parents. It was all I could do to get to my feet before I almost tripped. Damn these high heels anyway! "Andrea, you had better straighten up, or else!" I didn't want to find out what "else" would be so I stopped a second and straightened my hair and engaged in an intelligent walk. She let go of my hand. I figured I had gotten my self into this mess and the best way to get out was to try and please her somehow. Just as we were about to walk in and I was just about to pull the door open when a young man in his early twenties opened it for mother and I. Mother had always taught me to open the door for women, no matter what their age. This was truly uncharted territory for me, I said "Thank you." The young man smiled and said, "You're entirely welcome miss. By the way, I really like your hair style, its very sheik." I blushed and smiled back at him. Mother took the lead and found a table almost dead center in the shop, she wanted to show me off to the world, I guess. We were just about to sit down when one of the waiters came over and pulled my chair out for me. Wow... After we had sat down, mother shook her head up and down and gave me a big smile. "See, those are the perks of being a young lady. And, you thought this was going to be a bad experience didn't you?" "Yes, I didn't expect this." "Well, see what a good looking girl can do with her looks? When I was younger the boys used to do the same for me. Isn't it kind of nice?" "Yeah, kind of, I guess. But every one knows I'm a boy in girl's clothes." "Do they? Tell me what makes you think that, Andrea." "Stop calling me that!" I said forcefully, but quietly. "I don't know how, they just do." "So, I guess that's why the young man over there opened the door for you and complimented you on your hair? And the waiter pulling you chair out for you to sit down? And, what about the boys in the car who were whistling at you? Is that what you call `everybody knows'?" Well, we ordered out banana splits and cherry-vanilla cokes and finished them off in no time, it seemed like. Mother kept telling me how wonderful I looked and talking about makeup and clothes. I was glad when we left to go home. When we arrived mother took a few more pictures of me and then let me go get undressed. I took off my clothes and folded them and returned them to mother, which of course, she thanked me. Now, I had to get all this makeup off my face. "Mom, how do you take all this makeup off?" I asked as I removed the earrings. "Ah, removing you makeup. Come on into the bathroom and I'll show you sweetheart. You start by wiping your face with tissues and then we'll use some makeup remover to get the rest of it off." The makeup remover was kind of cold to the initial touch, but is worked wonders at getting all the liquid eyeliner and mascara off. Mother next showed me how to wash my face and pat it dry and not to rub it dry. That causes wrinkles, you know! The next day was Saturday and I had several things to do away from the house that lasted into the afternoon. When I got home mother was waiting for me. "Get everything done sweetheart?" "Yes I did." "So you are thru for the rest of the afternoon then?" "I guess." "Good, because we are going shopping, ready?" "I need to get something to eat first." "We'll eat out, my treat." "Alright, I guess." "First, I want you to go change." "Change what?" "Your shirt and jeans for starters, and those sneakers have to go. I just stood there for a second blinking my eyes and trying to comprehend just exactly what she was getting at. "What, then do you want me to wear, if not my tee-shirt and jeans and tennis shoes?" "Well, I think you should wear something that you can slip out of easily because we are going shopping for some new clothes for you." "But I don't need anything. Do I?" "Yes Andrea, you do. I'm not going to have you wearing my things. A woman's underwear, are her most sacred things and to have someone else wear them... Well, it just gives you cooties. Come on into my bedroom and we'll get you dressed." "But my clothes are in my bedroom." "Mmm, yeah. That's kind of changed." "What do you mean mother?" "The majority of your clothes were donated to the Good Will today while you were gone." Again, I found myself just blinking my eyes in disbelief and wonder. "They said to say thank you for all the nice things, by the way. Okay, here's a blouse and skirt for you to wear. The panties you wore last night are washed and you can put them on and so is the panty girdle. By the way, let's check out your beard to see if you need to go shave." She took my jaw into her hand and rubbed it. "I guess not." Oh my god, I'm going to have to go out dressed like a girl, again??? And my clothes, she gave them away - my clothes??? I turned and went to my bedroom and looked in my closet, sure enough almost everything was gone!!! Oh shit! "Mother, you gave away ALL my clothes? I can't believe you would do something like that." "Well, remember last night, you said you would do anything?" I hung my head and started to cry. "Shush now, we'll have none of that now missy! Put your clothes on and I'll get you some earrings to put in." When I stopped sobbing, I put on the panties and girdle, then the blouse and skirt. Before I put the blouse on mother took her tailors tape and measured my chest, for what I don't know. The pink cotton blouse went quite nicely with the black, slightly above the knee, skirt. At least I didn't have to wear pantyhose, or anything. She found a rough looking pair of old black ballet flats for me to wear and complete my outfit. "Here, let me put in these earrings. This might sting a little bit, but `in for an ounce' wasn't that what you said?" They were a pair of small gold hoops, one slightly smaller then the other. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was starting to like my pierced ears. "Let me see what I can do with your hair." Mother combed is more into sort of a girl's fashion. She combed a few of my front locks down over my eyes and said, sit tight." When she came back she had a pair of scissors in her hand and cut me some bangs. The hair almost hung down to my eye lashes. "I can see a trip to the beauty parlor will be on added to our list today." What, she wants me to get more of a hair cut? A girls cut? Is she nuts!!! Well, this is going to be a day in hell! But my bangs do look kind of cool, just a bit long. I looked at myself one more time before we left, and once again I'm dressed like a girl and going out in public. The blouse was a bit large for my frame, but the skirt fit surprisingly well. My ballet flat looked like they should have gone to the Good Will too. We went to the local mall and started my first real shopping experience, woman style. I didn't realize that shopping could be such an ordeal as we went from store to store looking a junior's outfits. Our first stop was the lingerie shop, not in the big department stores mind you, but an honest to god lingerie shop. Once again, I was really feeling embarrassed to go in. Mother went straight to the bra section and started looking at brassieres. Since she had my chest size, 34 inches, she looked for AA and A cup bras. A sales lady came over and asked if she could be of assistance. "Hi, my name is Lois, is there anything I can help you with today?" she said with a drop dead gorgeous smile. "Dear, I love your bangs," she said looking at me. "Hi Lois, my name is Kate and this is Andrea. My daughter is sort of a late bloomer and we need to get her a training bra." "Well this is a special occasion then. Let me get my tape and set her measured up." "I measured her at home and she's a 34." Mother held up the bras she had picked out and the woman nodded her head. "The dressing room is right over there. Would you like to see something in matching panties?" "Maybe in a while once we get her bra sorted out," Mother said as she led me to the dressing room. "Okay sweetie, get your blouse off and put this bra on." She handed me the 34AA which meant that there was practically no breast tissue at all. I took it from the hanger and put it around my waist to fasten the hooks. Then I slid the cups to the front and pulled it up so I could put my arms in the straps. The bra was as white as snow. Mother helped me get it into position pulling the wings and straps into their natural place. Since I had no breasts, the cups fit pretty well. She spun me around to get a better look and shook her head up and down. "Okay, let's try the 34A and see how it fits." After a couple of minutes, I was wearing the 34A bra. The cups were sort of baggy. Gees, I wonder why??? Ha... "Well, that's too big, at least for right now." Mother had me take off the 34A so she could return it to the rack. Lois stopped her near the rack to ask, "Are you dressing your son for a party or something?" Kate smiled, "No he's being sort of punished for playing around with my lingerie and makeup." "Oh, I see. If there's anything I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask. I just love to see bad boys petticoated." When mother came back she had a couple more bras by different manufacturers and in a few different colors. All of a sudden is dawned on me, how long does she think this charade is going to last? Yeah, she got rid of most of my clothes, but I can go down to the Good Will and buy them back. I'm a guy, not a chick, just what the hell is going on here, anyway? However, I have to admit, it's really kind of a turn on to be doing this. "Here, try these on." After what seemed like an eternity, we had selected several different bras in a white, black and a cobalt blue. All of which fit me like a glove, so to speak. Next, we went to look at the panties and found the matching ones that went with the bras. Mother also found a couple of black panty girdles for me, they looked even smaller then the one I was wearing. Next, we looked at pantyhose. I selected a pair in nude, jet black, and suntan. As we left, Lois wished us well and gave mother a wink and we were off with our purchases in hand, all except the white training bra I was now wearing. Now we were on our way to the dress shops. "How do you feel now?" mother asked. "Like a guy wearing a bra, panties, blouse, and skirt." "Mmm, that will change, you'll see." See what, that's what I was worried about. I realize I'm not the most masculine boy. I'm not into sports and rough housing, that's for sure, but I'm a guy, not a gal. All of a sudden, I got a nature call and I really did have to go pee in the worst way. But what restroom do I use??? "Mom, I've gotta go pee." "You mean you have to go tinkle?" "Yes, yes, go tinkle." "Let's find the ladies room." After a few minute we found the ladies room and we went in. I though for sure I was gonna get busted, or something. But once inside, it was completely different then the men's rooms I was used to. There were no urinals, just individual stalls and commodes. Mother pointed to one and I went in and started to relieve myself. I pulled down my panty girdle and two pair of panties and stood there, like normal, and let nature take care of the rest. The singing of the urine into the commode was music to my ears. I was nearly finished when all of a sudden the door swung open and hit me right in the butt. "SIT DOWN when you do that, you hear me!" said my pissed off mother. "You are lucky that there is no one else in here. You have to sit down to go tinkle when you are out in public and now at home, understand me!" "Yes mother," was all I could say, and she was right. Women don't have penis and stand when they use the can. What was I thinking??? A few minutes later we were in the Lazy Jane Dress Shoppe looking at clothes. They had some trendy things, but mostly casual clothes, hence the name Lazy Jane. Mother was looking on one rounder and I was looking on another. I have to admit, I was pretty lost at looking for women's clothes. I didn't know what size or what styles I would wear or like. Mother came up behind me, "Here, I've picked out a few pieces for you to try on." There were a couple of cotton blouses, a couple of skirts, and a blue denim jumper. She found the fitting rooms and we were off. We both crammed ourselves into one of the small cubicles and I was instructed to change into a blouse and skirt. The white and red polka dot cap sleeve blouse was too tight and I took it off immediately and tried on the baby pink blouse, which fit perfectly. The black skirts had elastic waist bands and both fit without any drama. "Wait here, I'll take this blouse back and get a larger size. Do you like the skirts?" I was thinking, what about the skirts? I'm no judge of how they look! "Yes, I guess. Do they have anything a little shorter? These both hit me at the knee." They did look too long on me when I looked in the mirror. Mother also looked and said, "Maybe you are right, maybe something above the knee two to four inches would look better on you. I'll go look." In a flash mother was gone and I stood there looking at myself in the full length mirror. I opened the blouse and looked at my new satin bra. Lovely. I took my hands and tried to cup my breasts, but there wasn't much to cup. As my hands were floating across my bra, mother came in unexpectedly. "Ah, like what you feel?" I must have turned every shade of red, "Yes, but there isn't much to feel," I said with a frown. Mother shook her head and reached out and pinched one of my nipples. "Ouch!" "Here try on this blouse and one of these skirts." This time the red polka fit perfect and the shorter skirts looked much better. "You will look quite fetching with a pair of pantyhose and some pumps," said mother with a smile on her face. "We'll have to see what we can do about some bigger boobs, however. We can certainly do it with some falsies, but wouldn't it be nice if you had your own?" she said with an even bigger smile. My own boobs, now that would be a novelty. I boy with tits! A couple of minutes later we had purchased two blouses and skirts and were off to another store. Mother had me wear the new pink blouse and short black skit before we left. I was still hungry because we hadn't stopped for lunch yet. "Mother, I'm getting pretty hungry, how about you?" "Oh, I forgot all about lunch dear. Yes let go to the food court and get something. After getting a couple of salads and soft drinks we sat down to eat. A couple of boys were sitting at another table and eyeing me over. They both smiled at me and one of them even winked at me. I was immediately flattered and sort of blushed. Of course, it wasn't until later that I figured out that I was sitting with my legs spread apart so that they had an unobstructed view of my crotch. Not much to see with me wearing, two pairs of panties and a panty girdle. Ha. Lesson learned. Don't sit with your legs spread apart. I started to look around at the other women and girls in the food court and they all sat with their legs together, or one leg draped over the other to hide their modesty. "All finished? Lets go to the shoe store next and find you some flats and a pair of pumps," said mother as she cleared the table. "You will ask the salesman for shoes. You have to remember that women's shoe sizes are two less then men's sizes. You wear a size 9 in men's and you will need to ask for a size 11. That's the one curse that we have in common, large feet," she said with a giddy laugh. We stopped and looked in the window at the samples. I found a pair of black ballet flats with a big bow on the toe that kind of caught my eye. Mother spotted a pair of 3" high heels that were on Sale that she liked. We went in. "Hi, may I be of service?" said the tall thin black man with a picture perfect smile. "Uh, I'm looking for a pair of flat like the ones in the show window," is said as I pointed. "With or without bows, and what size?" he asked. "With, and size ni... Uh, size 11," I said as I caught myself. "Let me see if I have a pair, I'll be right back." And, bring a pair of those 3" heels that are on sale so she can try them on, too," chimed in my mother. "Will do." A couple of minutes later he came back with the boxes. "I brought a pair of peds for you to wear as you try on the shoes." With that said, he was off to help another customer. I looked and the `peds' and then at mother with a questioning look. "You have to wear some sort of sox or stockings when you try on shoes, it's only proper," she said. I put the little nylon thingy's on my feet and then tried on the flats. They were pretty narrow and my toes were all bunched up. "Mom, are your toes supposed to be all scrunched up like this?" "Stand up and let me have a look." I stood up for her to take a look. "No, let's see if they have them in Wide. Ok, try on the pumps now." The black 3" heels are nice to look at and they had a round almond-toe which, once I had them on were not tight at all. I stood up and took a few wobbly steps. Spiked heels were not my friend in this case. Mother could see that I was pretty wobbly and that these would not do for a first effort. The salesman came back, "Well, how did we do here?" "The flats are too narrow; do you have them in a Wide?" "Mmm, I'll look. And the heels?" "Do you have something with a wider heel? I guess I'm not ready for spiked heels yet," I said with a chuckle. "Sure, let me find you what I think you might like." He looked down at Kate's feet and said, "I bet you guys get to wear each other's shoes, huh?" Mother looked at me and said, "Yes, but it's the curse of BIG feet that we both share." They all laughed. A few minutes later the salesman returned with the Wide flats and a pair of black 2" round-toe pumps with sort of a blocky heels. "I think you will find these 2" pumps a little easier on your feet and legs. Give them a try. They are going on sale next week, but I will give you the discount today if you buy three pairs of shoes." Salesmen are like that, up-sell. Sell three pairs instead of two, but make it seem worthwhile to the customer with a discount. "Would you like to wear these?" he said as he held up the flats? "Yes, please." "Can you dispose of the old ones?" asked mother. The man smiled and said, "Yes I can." Now, with a new pair of shoes and my new outfit we left the mall and mom drove us to her hair stylist a few miles away. "Sweetheart, you look terrific! Now let's get your hair cut and styled. I gave Dorothy a call and she's waiting for us. Oh God, she meant it about getting my hair cut. What kind of hair cut did she envision, I wonder??? At the beauty shop there were several stylists and support staff. We were shown right in to Dorothy's station. "Hi Dorothy, you remember André, don't you?" "Its been a few years, but yes. How are you André? I hear you are here for a new do," she said with a disarming smile, not saying a word about my attire. "Uh, yeh, I guess." "Like I said on the phone, what do you think about a pixie cut, Dorothy?" "That may work, but let's have a good look. Andrea, have a seat here." My god, she called me Andrea! MOTHER! I sat down in the beauty chair and sat there with a scowl on my face. "Andrea, wipe that scowl off your face, you hear me!" my mother almost barked. Dorothy stepped in between us to sort of diffuse the situation. "Kate, why don't you go get a cup of coffee and have a seat and let me talk to Andrea alone." Mother departed somewhat in a huff. "André, look, I'm not sure what's going on between you two, but I can see that there's maybe an identity crisis going on here. I see you are dressed in girl's clothes, how does that make you feel?" "Well, I'm not too happy wandering all over town and out so people can see me dressed like this." "But, if you were home where it's safe, you would feel ok?" "Yeh, sort of if mom wasn't home." "Are you scared to get your hair cut? Is it a sign of being a boy, the way you wear it now? It is kind of long, you know for a boy." "No, I just don't know how I would like it cut, that's all." "If you were a girl, and I'm just saying, would you wear your hair differently?" "Yes," I said in a low voice. "How would you like to have it styled if you were a girl?" "I've never given it any real thought, actually." "Do you want to look at some magazines for some ideas? Do you have a preference long, medium, or short?" "I don't know what I would like. Mother made me wear a wig the other night and I liked the style." "Was it long or short?" I tried to describe it to her by showing her with my hands. "Mmm, let me get a book, I think I know what you are describing." A few seconds later she showed me a picture of exactly how mother's wig was styled. "Oh, very avant-garde, that's an A-line bob. I like that cut very much. I think your hair is a bit short for that cut. You need your hair to be down to your chin, at least." "What would you suggest? Look, I'm not sure how long this girl thing is going to last and I don't want to stand out in a crowd if it doesn't. You know?" "Yes I certainly do. Your mother suggested a pixy cut and that would work well as a girl or a boy. It would certainly be easier to grow out and get a man's cut later on. It will mean cutting your hair quite a bit from where it is right now." "What does a pixy cut look like?" and within a few more seconds she showed me a picture in the same book. "Kinda short, isn't it?" "Yes it is, but with your facial features it will look spectacular, plus it will show of your earrings. Have you thought about getting a third hole?" I sat there kind of blinking my eyes in disbelief, again. Short hair, three earrings, gees this was a lot to think about. I closed my eyes for a few second trying to envision what I would look like with short hair and three ear piercings. "I see you are wearing bangs, that will make it easy to do the pixy cut and they won't be as harsh. Wearing straight-cut bangs is not for everyone, but you actually look very nice with them. Even better if they were shorter, say just above your brow-line. A little snip here, a little snip there and some hair dryer time and they would really look spectacular by themselves." "Is there a compromise between the pixy and the A-line?" "No sweetheart, they are two entirely different cuts." "So it's pixy, or nothing?" "Well, I can give you a trim to sort of feminize what you have, but the pixy would be the best. That way, if you should decide to try the feminine side of your life, we can plan out a strategy to get you to that A-line bob if you still like it. There's a bit of after-care that you will need to do with what ever cut you decide upon." "Like what?" "You are going to have to get to know your hair drier and possibly use a little setting gel in your hair, nothing that is to time consuming. That's one of the facets of the feminine way that you have to accept, or go around looking like a shaggy dog." "Oh." I had to decide what it was going to be short or feminized. Either way, I was going to be feminized with a new hair do. I had my long hair for a couple of years and I was getting somewhat tired of it blowing in my face when I rode my bike or in the car with the window open. One pixie, coming up! "I guess, let's do the pixie cut." "Oh good, I think you will really like it cut that way, and think about that third piercing. I'll go tell your mom go come back in about an hour, or so. That way you won't have her hovering. I always hated that when I was growing up, helicopter mom, that's what I used to call her." Dorothy laughed and so did I. "I'll tell her you want to surprise herm, how's that?" "Yeh, that sounds like a plan. Oh, Dorothy, can you do my third holes?" "Yes sweetheart, I can. And we'll do a little makeup if you want." "I can't wait!" I said with some excitement. When mother came back she was really surprised at the transformation. I had a stylish pixy-cut, three earrings in each ear and some pretty spectacular makeup. Nothing over the top, just some brown eye shadow on my lids and a thick coat of black mascara on my eye lashes. Dorothy painted my lips with pink lipstick and applied a hint of blush. The lipstick went well with my pink blouse. After seeing my self, in the mirror all dolled up I had to admit, I did make a pretty good looking girl, after all. I left the beauty shop with my head held high and was more confident. I just hoped that this made mother happy... at least for a while.