Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2016 01:16:09 +0000 From: John Edwards Subject: Mothers New Daughter, Chapter 3 Mother's New Daughter, Chapter 3 Copyright: Aug 6, 2016 All Rights Reserved By John G. Edwards (Authors note: If you enjoy this story please let me know and if you enjoy the stories here on Nifty.Org, don't forget to donate so this and other nifty stories so they can remain here strong and viable.) When we finally got home I was pooped from all the shopping, but not mother. She couldn't wait to take more pictures of me, first with her camera and then a few selfies with her phone. What actually alarmed me was the selfies that she used for her home page on her computer and phone. This simple act told me that she really did want a daughter, but was I up for the task? Mother wanted me to do a fashion show for her so she could see all the things she had bought for me today. I went to my room to change into my other skirt and blouse. The Suntan pantyhose would probably go good, so I put them on. I wanted to try out my new pumps and see how they were outside the store. You really can't do much walking in the store and besides, it was a busy place with lots of customers. I came out wearing the white and red polka dot blouse and even shorter black skirt and mother was beside herself with joy. More pictures. "Oh Andrea, that outfit looks terrific on you. I like your choice of hose and high heels, although they could be a little taller. Someday soon you will get the hang of spiked heels." More pictures. "These heels are nice because they are wide and give me more support when I stand and walk." "Well, walk around so I can see the beautiful new you. Please!" I walked around the living room and then around the house and as I did the 2" heels seemed to have a good balance of height and stability. Would I like taller heels? That's a good question. Mother and I finally started dinner and when we were through we both headed to our separate bedrooms. I had to look at myself again in the mirror and I was transfixed. The boy was almost completely gone and the girl standing there was pretty and looked very trendy and stylish. It wasn't very hard for my hands to wonder around my body as I stood there. I slid my hands over my almost nothing breasts but it felt good all the same. What if I had real breasts? I bet the feelings would be intensified like crazy. As I sat down on the edge of my bed I began gliding my hands over my nylon covered legs. As I had done in the past and the feeling was always incredible. I just couldn't imagine women not wearing pantyhose all the time because the sensation of touch was so luxurious. As I sat there I could feel the tingle between my legs and it was getting ever stronger. I knew what this meant and it was good. Because mother was progressive in her thinking she had bought me a vibrator a couple of years ago for my birthday and told me how to use it when I had these tinglings. It was just inches away in my nightstand so I reached over and got it out. I had overheard some of the boys at school talk about masturbation and how they used a sock to catch the poison seed. I got up and looked thru my drawers to see if mother had gotten rid of everything, thank goodness my gym sox were not confiscated. Before laying down on the bed I removed my skirt and blouse. I couldn't believe how much easier it was to remove girl's clothes and in a flash I was standing there in my bra, pantyhose, and high heels. Once again I looked at myself. From the front I looked pretty good, but the side view was very disappointing – no tits! I took another pair of sox and stuffed then in my bra and voila, I had tits – sort of. The sox were not designed for this purpose and it showed, but hey, it's all I had. Once again I ran my hands over my body and it was indeed a scrumptious feeling. I returned to my bed and got under the spread to cover my body, I don't know why I do this but it covers the fact that I'm going to masturbate. Boys do the weirdest things. Pulling my pantyhose down slightly I placed the sock on my rather stiff penis. My vibrator had two settings LO and HI so I started with the LO setting and began rubbing my man thing on the areas where I got the most stimulation. My free hand was squeezing my sock modified breast and slid my legs against each other. The sensation was wicked. After a few minutes I pushed the switch to HI and within a few seconds I was immediately gratified with a most blissful orgasm. I had to bit my lower lip to stop me from being too vocal when my orgasm came, but I was in a state if bliss and there was no hiding it. I never had such a tremendous release before and I wanted it to last forever. What is didn't know, was mother was standing outside my door listening as she had numerous times since she had given me the vibrator, but tonight it was a special event for her. She smiled from ear to ear and shook her head – YES! She crept back to her bedroom and followed suit with her own pleasure machine. We were both satisfied that evening. The next day I got dressed in a skirt and blouse and wore my ballet flats. I immediately had mother's approval. Have a good night's sleep last night?" mother asked probably knowing full well I did. "Yes, I slept quite well actually." But I did have some a problem fixing my hair. Mother to the rescue. "Having trouble, are we with your hair?" "Yes," I said somewhat despondently. "I just can't get the blow dryer to do what I want it to do." "Never fear, mother is here! Let's go and see what we can do," she said as we both marched off to the bathroom. Mother was very patient and showed me how to hold the dryer and use a comb to lift and shape my hair as I blew dried it. Now it was making some sense. She also introduced me to setting gels and showed me how to use them as well. "I see, you kind of grab a little bit of hair at a time and twist the comb to what it takes a set the shape. That's pretty cool. I never realize how this was done. Dorothy kind of showed me but I wasn't paying that much attention. I guess I will next time." What next time??? Am I becoming a fairy or something? Hopefully this little game of mothers would end sometime soon. "You'll get the hang of it, don't worry." Yeh, that's what I'm afraid of. We sat around the house most of the day and did practically nothing. Mother did start to show me how and why deportment was a necessary thing for women - getting up and down, sitting, and walking. Most guys are fairly crude in the way they do these things as I was to learn. There was a lot more to being feminine then I could ever imagine, but yet here I was getting advice from my mother on how to be lady-like. This summer was getting longer every day. Around 3:00 mother said lets go for a ride and that she had something to show me. Who knows what??? After a short drive and we were just outside the city limits mother pulled the car over and stopped. "You know, you will be fifteen and a half next week and when I was that age mother taught me how to drive. So, now it's my turn to teach you. Ready?" "Drive, me drive the car? Are you kidding? Yes, yes, yes I'm ready," I said in my excitement. Mother sat there a few minutes explaining the rules of the road and operating the car. I listened intently. Finally we traded places and I was behind the wheel. I put the car into Drive and eased away from the curb slowly. Mother told me to stop and when I put my foot on the brake I nearly put us both thru the windscreen. "Let's try that again shall we. Only this time keep your foot on the brake and feel how you can modulate your speed and stopping," again she was very patient with me. After about an hour or so we returned home and I was so excited. We sat around until about 6:00 and finally made dinner. "Did you enjoy yourself today Andrea?" "Yes I did very much, thank you mother for letting me drive today." "Sometime in the future you will earn the privilege to drive by yourself and you will get to use the car sometimes." "Wow, thank you." "When we are through with dinner, we are going to go out tonight." "Out?" "Yes, we are going dancing. You know you dance pretty well, I should know I taught you," she laughed. "And besides, I bought you a new dress and want to see you in it." When did she have time to go buy a dress, I wondered. "I don't want to go out and go dancing, at least not dressed like a girl, you know?" "I know that you make a very convincing young lady, that I know. We are going dancing and that's that! Let's go get ready. You are going to have to shave your legs and face. You do have a little too much stubble." I just sat there dejected. I didn't want to go dancing and I certainly didn't want to go dressed as a girl! "Mother, this has gone far enough, don't you think? I can't go around dressed like this forever, you know." "Uh huh, maybe, but right now you are. In for an inch, in for a mile, remember?" Oh what did I do to deserve this. Yes, I kind like playing dress-up, but not like this. I was most comfortable doing it on the sly, just my little secret and no one else's. I shook my head and got up from the table and went to my bedroom to go get cleaned up. When I was all finished I went to mother's room. Hanging on her bathroom door was a very short red mini-dress with spaghetti straps. My eyes just about popped out of my head. "You want me to wear that? Outside the house? No, I won't. Take it back, it's too short and I have no boobs for something like that!" "Yes you are going to wear this tonight and stop worrying about your breast size." I nearly started to cry. "Stop that! Right this instant, do you hear me!?" All I could do was sniffle for a few minutes. "Let's have a look at you and see if you got cleaned up alright," as she opened my bath robe and looked at my face and legs. "Ah, I see you did your underarms too, good girl. Okay, here's how you are going to get dressed... start by putting on your panties, the pantyhose, and then your panty-girdle. I bought you some jet black tights that should go very well with your new dress. Then I'll help you put on a bustier and some small breast forms." "What's a bustier?" "It's kind of like a long-line bra, but longer and more supportive. You'll see." Mother held up the bustier so I could see it and indeed it was longer and had quite a few more hooks that I couldn't imagine fastening by myself. Once she had it fastened and pulled to where it needed to be, mother placed a couple of modest size breast forms in the cups and fiddled with them until she was satisfied with their position. "There, now take a look at yourself." I stood there looking at a different young lady, one who had some shape on top. I rubbed my hands across the bustier built-up breasts and then down to my waist. "Oh dear, we need to do something about your hips, don't we." Mother went and pulled out a couple of odd shaped foam rubber piece and prodded them around my hips underneath my panty-girdle. When I look in the mirror again I had some real girl hips. Now the illusion was nearly finished. "I, I look like a real girl, huh?" "Yes you do sweetie, you do." Mother had a smile a mile wide on her face. "Let's see how the dress is going to fit." She slid the dress over my head and down over my breasts and hips. It was some sort of silky-like material that clung to every inch of my body. The bottom of the dress just barely covered my crotch by about two inches, or so. I felt around back and it just seemed to cover my butt. I did look good in this red mini-dress. My legs were encased in nylon so think you couldn't see my skin at all. Mother said that they were opaque tights and were meant to completely hide your skin. Next was my makeup. Mother had chosen a rather dark and ominous looking pallet. Black eye shadow, black eyeliner, and something new, false eyelashes. The lashes were held on with some sort of glue that set-up pretty quickly. Mother told me to hold real still as she shaped the now attached lashes with a pair of scissors. On the upper portion of the lid she put a somewhat glittery silver shadow that she carefully blended in and then came the obligatory liquid black eye liner applied so that I had cat-eyes. Some blush and dark berry red colored lipstick and I was done. Mother had me put on her 4" Mary-Jane pumps and I was ready, almost... She put in a couple of different sized silver hoops in my lower holes and a pair of diamond studs in the top holes. The look was awesome and it made me appear that I was about 19 or 20 years old. When I looked at myself in the mirror I looked like a model or something. My pixy-cut hair-do was looking its best and the red dress and black nylons were to die for. Mother tied a black lace choker with a small cameo around my neck to complete mu ensemble. "Ok, girl... get out of here so I can get ready." I went to my room and just stared at myself in the mirror, halfway believing is was a girl and the other half still not believing that is was me in the mirror. About 30 minutes later mother came in and she was looking splendid in her black mini-dress, black nylons, and 5" spiked heels! Her makeup was way over stated, but wow, what a knock-out! My Mom. It was getting close to 8:20 when we left to go to the club. She had chosen a place that was family friendly, as long as you were at least 16 years old. Of course I was only fifteen and a half, but mother wasn't worried about getting me in. There was a live band and quite a few people out for a Sunday night. We had just barely got seated when two men came up and asked us to dance, we were a pair to draw to. We politely declined until the next song so we could get our drinks. "Hi, I'm Dave, can we have that dance now?" he said to mother. Right behind him Was another younger man, "Hi, I'm James, want to dance?" he said to me. I got up and he took my hand. We danced to a fairly fast number and I was getting tired pretty quickly as I tried not to be too wobbly in my high heels. I can see that this would take some time to get use to. After the song was over James walked me back to the table and said thank you and that he would like to see me again around here because I really brightened up the place. Mother, where are you? The next song began to play and another guy came over and asked me to dance. His name was Skip and was nice looking. This song was a lot slower and he held me sort of tight. His cologne was a bit strong for my preference. Here I go again, having a preference for men's cologne, what's wrong with me? After the dance I found mother sitting at the table drinking her drink. "Having fun yet," she asked with a smile. "I'm not used to following and I don't like it when they hold me so tight. What should I do about that?" "Mmm, the problems of women in time in memorial. Well, dear, you'll have to figure that out for yourself. If I told you what I would do, you would learn nothing. But when you figure out what works for you, then you have learned from the experience. That's part of the reason why we are here tonight, for you to learn how to handle yourself and other people in public. I can only agree or disagree with your decisions and I will support you in either case. You are coming of age and need to figure these things out for yourself, I'm not always going to be there with you, you follow what I'm saying?" I did follow, but I also needed some guidance and tutoring if I was going to be successful. "Is this how your mother brought you up?" I said as I wanted some input not just zip! "Tell me what you think?" "You haven't told me much about our past so I don't have enough information to make an informed opinion." "Ah, good girl. Wanting more information to make an informed opinion. Good for you!" Just then a couple more guys came up and asked us to dance. Mother was the first to jump up and was gone in a flash. I, on the other had politely declined and sat this one out. I was trying to decide whether mother was making the correct decision about my up bringing and how it would affect my growing into adulthood. Then another guy came up and asked me to dance. I decide what the hell, yes! I wasn't going to learn anything just sitting here. Hi I'm Jack, and you are?" said the 20-something young man. "Andrea." "Most happy to meat you Andrea. Have you been here before?" "No, it's my first time." "Like it?" "Kind of loud, but it's okay." "You dance very well, did you take lessons or something?" "Kind of, my mother taught me," I said with a laugh. "You look very nice tonight Andrea. That dress is just dynamite on you and I love your triple pierced ears." "Thank you, you are very kind." "I meant every word," he said as we danced. When the song was over he walked my back to the table, "I would really like to see you again sometime Andrea, do you think that's possible? "Maybe, I'm just in town for a short while and will be leaving in a couple of days. I have a pretty busy schedule before I leave." Jack wrote his name and cell phone number on a business card and handed to me, "Give me a call anything if you change your mind, would you please." "Aright, I'll see what I can do." When I returned mother was sitting there sipping her drink. "He seems nice looking." "Yeh, but he wants to go out on a date with me," I said as I handed her his business card. "Wow, I'm impressed, but what did you tell him?" Wanting to get a rise out of her, I said, "I told him yes for tomorrow night and that I would meet him at his place for drinks before we went out." Her eye brows lifted and I knew I had gotten her attention. "Well, that sounds sensible. I just hope he likes little boys, don't you?" she said with a whimsical look on her face. "What time are you meeting him? Oh, and by the way, how are you going to get to his place, a taxi cab or your bike?" she said as she handed his card back to me. Damn, and I thought I had her going. Ha... It was after midnight when we got home and mother had to work the next day so we didn't say to much to each other once we hit the door. We went our separate ways to our bedrooms. This was one interesting evening and life event today. It showed me that I was very attractive to the opposite sex when I was dressed up and that I presented as a girl without almost any effort. About a week later my nipples were starting to itch like crazy. I mean to a point to where I had rubbed them almost raw. Boy did they itch. My areolas were somewhat puffy as well and it had me kind of worried. I told mother about it. "How long has this been happening sweetheart?" she asked as she touched my nipples. "Just a few days." "I've got some cream that may help, let me go get it." I had itched so much that my bra was nearly rubbed thru. Mother came in wearing a pair of rubber gloves and carrying a tube of what looked like ointment. She squeezed some out onto her finger and gently rubbed my nipples and chest. The ointment was cool to the touch and did have a somewhat calming effect. Once it was completely rubbed in she handed me the ointment and told me to repeat the process at least two times per day. Once in the morning and once before I went to bed. During the next couple of weeks mother and I spent a lot of mother/daughter time together and my wardrobe grew by leaps and bounds. I had a whole drawer full of bras and panties and pantyhose in all colors of the rainbow. I found that wearing tights with a contrasting color of fish-net pantyhose was most intriguing and looked really cool. Mother had instructed me to wear my female attire and at least a modest amount of makeup every day when she was working. I have to admit that after a couple of weeks of applying my own makeup I was starting to get the hang of it, somewhat. Ha... Of course having mother use me as her personal guinea pig for makeup helped immensely. I now had the time and was getting a real desire to read the girls magazines that mother had brought home for me to read and getting a real sense of style. Kind of like mother, I was gaining a real fondness to wear bold and dramatic things. She told me that clothes were something to play and experiment with, don't let the world say exactly what is in or out of vogue. Its just something that covers you body and you should always be in charge of that, beside its just cloth that is colored and sculpted into some sort of fashion. When I was taking a shower I noticed something different. It wasn't a bad thing, just different. My chest was taking on a more feminine characteristic, my boobs were actually starting to blossom. I also kind of new that something was going on because my 34AA bras were getting tighter by the day. When mother got home from work I showed her what was going on. "Wow sweetie, you are finally getting some breasts!" "Yeh, isn't that really neat?" I can't believe I just said that, but I did and it felt good. "How do you feel about that, besides `neat'? "I really like it, but what about when I go back to school in the fall?" "I wouldn't worry about that too much right now. Besides, you don't have gym and have to dress out, anyways." "True, but..." "But nothing, don't worry about it. You are not going to get much bigger then this, and besides I kind of like a little breast tissue on men. It's just too bad that they don't have more so they can wear bras." At long last, this female thing may be coming to an end! But, do I want it to? Now I'm confused. I have to admit I like the dressing up part, a bunch! "I got you a new prescription for your breast cream, here," she said as I took the tube. It was much larger then the first one. "Apply this three times a day, it's a little different formula, they were out of the other one." "Okay." "Come on, we have to go." "But you just got home, aren't we going to eat? I just made some grilled zucchini and chicken." "Sure, lets eat then we will go. Thank you darling for making dinner. You are getting to be quite the little chef, aren't you?" "If you say, do you really think so?" "Yes you are. Lets go eat, I am kind of famished." After dinner we headed to the mall and back to the lingerie shop to go bra shopping for me. Lois was working tonight, ah good a friendly face. "Hi Kate and Andrea, how are you two this evening?" she said with a smile. "Is there anything special I can help you with tonight?" "Andrea why don't you go and look at the bras and well be there in a couple of minutes, ok sweetie?" said mother. "Lois, I wanted to thank you for the recommendation of the estrogen cream and the beta blockers. Andrea is starting her transformation and in record time. She already starting to develop and it looks nice on her." "Its all a part of the service. We get all types of people in here and I have to have answers for them all. You are one of those special cases that I have some personal experience with, so its no problem at all." "Personal experience?" asked mother now curious. "Yes, you see I am transgender and made the full leap eight years ago." "Oh my god, I had no idea!" "Why would you. If you need me to talk to Andrea, just let me know. Its way to early for her to really know who she is, but when the time comes, I'll be here if you need me. Now let's go see that Andrea had found." The pair walked over to the rounder where Andrea was looking at bras. "Andrea, let's go to the fitting room so I can measure you and decide what size bra you need," said Lois as she guided Andrea to the fitting room. The two went inside and within a couple of minutes Andrea had to top and bra off so Lois could get an accurate measurement. Well your band size is the same, but your bust measurement is just a little over an inch larger. You know what that means don't you?" "No." "You are a full A cup now. Did you see anything that caught your eye out there?" "The black bra with the pink insides. Can I try that one?" "Sure, let me go and get it." A minute later Lois was back with a couple underwire tee-shirt bras. "These are one of my best sellers and they are not too expensive either." I tried on the first one and it was kind of large. Lois was pulling the bra and trying to get it to fit, but it was just too big. "Just as I thought, the 34B is to big for you, right now. Here let's get the 34A on you and see how you look in that. I like this bra because it has a light padding in the cups that hides nipple pop-thru very well. Ah, that's much better isn't it? It fits just like it should, how does if feel?" "I feels really nice." "Okay, bend over at the waist and lets see if we can't coax your girls into better position." As I stood there Lois grabbed the bra and jiggled it so I fit even better in the bra. It's a miracle! I had some cleavage when I stood up! Yeah! "Let me get the push-up version of this and I'll be right back." Lois winked at mother when she came out of the stall. A minute later she returned with the 34A push-up bra and I tried it on. It felt different wearing it because it had graduated pads in each cup and underwires when I got my girls into place I really did have a pair of breasts I could be proud of. "Kate, you want to step in here a minute?" asked Lois. Mother came into the dressing room as Lois departed, "Wow, don't you look nice!" as she reached over and cupped a feel. I blushed. "Now, that's what I'm talking about! Aren't you glad we came sweetheart?" I couldn't lie, "Yes I am. Look mom, my own breasts!" I was excited beyond belief. I couldn't wait to get home and try on my red mini-dress! This was more than exciting. "Lois do you have fanny shapers?" asked mother. "Yes I do in several versions of fullness. Let me get a couple for you." "Not me, Andrea, please!" A couple of minutes later Lois returned with what looked like a girdle, but it had several pads in it. A couple of hip pads and a couple of butt pads. This little garment was supposed to give you what god did not, a nice looking bum. Luckily I was wearing my panty girdle and it pretty much hid my goods. Lois handed the fanny shaper to mother and she went back into the dressing room with me to show me how this was worn. After I put it on I was immediately blessed with a butt any woman would die to have. I put my skirt back on and instead of it just hanging on me my skirt now had some real form as the skirt was now tight across my ass. It indeed was a terrific shopping trip. School time was fast approaching and the summer days were getting hotter by the minute. I had become rather comfortable wearing my female attire and wondered what mother had in mind for school? Knowing her, she most likely had some sort of plan, but I was not privy to it just yet.