Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2017 04:14:53 +0000
From: John Edwards <fiat_nut@hotmail.com>
Subject: From Latino to Latina

From Latino to Latina

Another Fiction by
John G. Edwards

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You know how Latino families are, big, and the house is never empty. Your
parents or your other brothers and sisters are always there, it's like you
never get to be alone. And when you want some space, you have to go
somewhere else to be entirely alone. I have a secret, I like to wear
women's clothing, and it's been hell trying to keep it that way.

Being young and living in the barrio, it's hard enough to stay away from
the gang influence. One of my brothers fell victim to a drive-by-shooting
last spring and his homies want me to join so I can get revenge for my
family. That's just not who I am, or ever will be. Yeah, I would like to
catch that puto and stick him in the ground, but as you know - violence
just begets more violence. The cycle never seems to be broken.

When I dress, I feel like I have left that part of my life behind and I
feel liberated, somehow. As a chica, you are treated much differently that
you are in your hombre clothes, but there's a catch. If you let the guys
get in too close and they find out you are a guy in a dress, shit hits the
fan in the worst way, I can tell you from experience.

My first time was when I was with a bunch of other girls and a party that
we went to. One of the vato's was fresh out of prison and he was chasing
everything in a skirt, and I was in his sights.

"Hey chica, why don't you come over here and sit on the vato's lap. I need
a real good lap dance tonight, you know..."

I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He
smelled like beer and cigarettes, he was disgusting, but here I was sitting
in his lap scared out of my mind. What was I to do. The girls I came with
seemed to evaporate into thin air because they were, nowhere, to be
found. Did they know something that I didn't? Had I been set up?  The vato
had his hands all over me as he tried to kiss me and cop a feel at the same
time. I turned my face away from his, but he kept forcing his lips back
onto mine. Do you know what a kiss tastes like from someone like this?
Yeah, I bet you don't, but I can tell you, it's not the most pleasant of
experiences.

I bit his tongue as he forcefully stuck it in my mouth and he slapped me
hard up side of the head. My vision went blurry for a second and it took
several second for me to feel his hand on my breasts. I was wearing breast
forms that were very realistic and he was enjoying himself to no end, at
this point. I tried to breaking away from him, but it was no use, he was
much stronger than me.

I squirmed and squealed, but no one was paying me any attention, they were
just laughing. They all knew that you didn't mess with Big Ramon, that
was... everyone but me. I took my free hand and slapped his face and he
just laughed, Oh, I see Chiquita likes to play rough, eh?"

"Let me go! I don't want to be here..."

"Yeah, I bet you say that to all the boys, don't you Chiquita?"

"No, just drunken vato's like you!"

He pulled at my hair, but then my wig came flying off in his hand. I just
wish I had a camera to capture that Kodak moment, because the surprise and
shock that I was a boy, was too much for his machismo. He got up and threw
me to the ground and started kicking me in the stomach and cabeza.

I must have passed out almost immediately because I don't remember anything
after that. I came to when the paramedics arrived and they were putting me
into the ambulance. I tried to get up, but they had me belted to the gurney
and I couldn't move.

"Take it easy, we are only a few minutes away from the hospital. You've
been beat up pretty well and you are going to need some stitches. I've got
the bleeding stopped for now, but you really need to go to the emergency
room."

I was hurting all over, "I can't go like this, do you understand? I just
can't go like this..." I passed out, once more.

When the ambulance arrived at the hospital I was wheeled into the ER,
straight away. The doctors revived me with some ammonia capsules and I came
too immediately. I snapped my head to get away from the toxic smell.

"What is your name?" asked one of the doctors, "Do you know where you are?"

I rolled my head from side to side, "In the hospital?"

"Yes, yes, what is your name?"

"Raffa... I mean Ralph."

"We are going to take good care of you Ralph, just lie still."

I just laid there staring at the light above my body and weepped. The tears
ran down the sides of my face as the doctors and nurses tended to my broken
body.

"Raffa, we are going to roll you over and to a rectal exam, alright?"

What was I going to say, no? But why a rectal exam???

One doctor spoke to another, "He's had penetration, someone get a rape kit,
please."

As I lay on my side and heard the work 'rape', my eyes opened wide. Oh my
sweet Jesus, the vato fucked me??? I started to sob even more. A couple of
minutes later I could feel the speculum being inserted into my bottom and a
swab of some sort was stuck inside of me so they could try and get a sample
of the bastard's semen. This was both humiliating and most embarrassing
because they had to cut thru my torn pantyhose and girdle to get to where
they needed to be. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to look at anyone.

My dress was in tatters, my hair was missing, and I was laying here with
full makeup on my face, oh god, I wish I was dead!

"Ralph, we need to suture your head and arms to close your wounds. Is there
someone you want us to call?"

Who to call... My parent were going to shit their pantalonés when they
found out, but I was beat up to bad to try and hide it. "Call my Madre..."
I gave him her cell phone number, "Please tell her to come alone..."  The
doctor gave me a reassuring look, "I'll do that."

About an hour later, I was getting ready to come out of the ER and there
was a detective waiting to see me. "Ralph Gomez?"

By now, the nurses had cleaned my face and had dressed me in a hospital
gown, "Yes..."

"Mr. Gomez, first I have to tell you that Big Ramon is in police custody
and it looks like this is his third strike, so he won't be back on the
streets for a very long, long time. Can you tell me what happened, here?"
I regurgitated the whole sordid affair as much as I could remember. I told
him that I passed out and the next thing I knew, was that I was in the
ambulance, etc...

"We will be taking custody of the rape kit and processing it downtown in
our lab, but this will be enough to lock him up and throw away the keys. I
hope you feel better than you look. Here's my card, please don't hesitate
to call if you remember anything else. I'm sorry this happened to
you... Good evening."

Just as soon as the detective was gone, mamma'sita came in. Of course, she
had no idea I had dressed female because I had only the hospital gown on.

"Oh, mijo, what happened to you?"

I bowed my head and started telling her all the sordid details, "I went to
this party and this vato who just got out of jail went after me. Mamma, I
have to tell you something else, I was wearing a dress and he thought that
I was a senorita." Mothers mouth was agape and she was blinking her eyes in
disbelief.

"Mijo, what are you talking about here, are you just loco from being hit in
the head, or something? I don't understand."

"I tried to smile, but it hurt too much, "Mamma, I've been what we call,
crossdressing. I've done it a few times and I've kept it a secret, until
now, and if I hadn't gone to this stupid party, you still wouldn't
know. I'm sorry..." and then I started to cry. Mamma just stood there not
knowing what to say next.

"Mijo, why didn't you tell me about this?"

I laid my folded hand between my knees, "I was too embarrassed, mamma... I
knew that papa would probably get pissed off and kick me out of the casa."

She kind of thought out loud, "He sure would! He's not the kind of hombre
to take something like this very lightly."

I kind of looked up at her and gave her a half hearted smile, "Yeah, that's
what I thought."

"Look, this little secret of yours is going to stay right here, between us,
understand, mijo?"

"Si, momma..."

"I'm glad I came alone. We'll just tell papa that you got into a fight at a
party when he comes home from work in the morning, si?"

"Si..."

"Get your things and let's get you back to the casa."

I left out the part about getting raped, I just figured that would be all
that she needed with everything else, at least for the present. It was
nearly 1:00am when we got home and everyone else had gone to bed.

"Mijo, are you hungry?"

"Si, mamma, si."

"I'll make you a little something, sit down at the table, here." As I sat
down, mamma took on a more motherly tone, "Raffa, tell me about this
crossdressing thing."

I started by telling her that is started when I was a lot younger and I
used to put on my sister's things when I was in the bathroom alone, with
the door locked. You would be surprised at what you can find in the dirty
clothes hamper. She was surprised at that fact, alone. I told her I would
put on her lipstick once in a while and now she was more curious about
crossdressing.

"Where did you get dressed tonight, I know you didn't leave here in a
dress?"

"One of my gabacho friends at school, we get dressed at his place once in a
while. His mother lets him do it, and she actually buys some of his clothes
and things for him." Mamma's head was starting to spin in disbelief.

"His mother lets him do it? Is she loco?"

"No, she just indulges him. She says that he needs to be the person that he
wants to be, and if dressing like a girls makes him a whole person, then
good for him, at least he has purpose."

"I see, here eat this and then get to bed, bona noche," she said as she
left to go to bed herself. "We'll talk more later."

About a week later, mother and I were home alone. Papa was out working
another job and my brother and sisters were all at school. "Mijo, come
here..." I followed her to the bathroom and she shut and locked the door
behind us. "I want to see what you look like with makeup..." She opened the
vanity drawer and pointed to her cosmetics, "I'll be back in a few
minutes."

I was surprised at her request, but I looked at her makeup and pulled out a
few things, like her dark raspberry lipstick, a black eye pencil, some
olive green eye shadow, some black mascara, and some of her crimson
blush. I started putting the shadow on first, then the eye liner. I used
one of her foam applicators to smudge and blend everything. Next, I applied
a couple of coats of mascara and then I used the eye pencil to define my
brows to a more feminine shape. Lastly, I put some blush on my cheeks with
a brush, and then the lipstick. I was just blotting my lips when she
returned. I think she was stunned when she saw me because she stopped dead
in her tracks when she looked at me.

"Grandé dio! You look pretty bueno, mija... I mean mijo. Here, put my
old wig on." She had bought the wig may years ago when she cut her hair
short and didn't like the style. She made a simple adjustment to the wig so
that it was sitting correctly, and when she stepped back to have look at
me, she nearly passed out. I did, indeed, did look very much like a girl,
and I looked at least four or five years older from the process.

"Momma, are you alright?"

"I... I'm just speechless. I never knew that you would look... uh... good
wearing makeup. I bet you would look even better wearing a dress!" She left
the bathroom and I followed her to my sister's room. Deloris was only a
year younger than I was. Mother pulled open her drawers and pulled out a
pink padded bra, a pair of pink panties, and a pair of her black opaque
tights and handed them to me. I knew what she wanted me to do. I waited for
her to leave, but she didn't budge.

"Momma?" I said, as I suggested that she let me get dressed in private.

"No, mija..." she said with a smile on her face, "Just get dressed, you
don't have anything that I haven't seen before."  If I wasn't already
wearing some of her blush, I'm sure that my cheeks would have turned a
bright cherry red. I took my clothes off and started putting on the
bra. Deloris was a big girl and the bra fit pretty well, just slightly
loose around my flaco frame. Mother stepped over and made an adjustment to
the straps and it fit some better. The pink bra stood out against my
somewhat dark skin, and so did the panties. I had to tuck myself, but still
had a slight bulge in front. Mother went back to the drawer and rustled up
a long leg panty girdle and handed it to me.

I sat on the bed and rolled each leg of the tights to get them onto my legs
and then pulled them into place. Next, was the black girdle, it just slid
up my legs like it was on ice. The shin tummy panel was low enough that it
helped hold me in. As I was pulling the girdle into its final location,
mother was in Deloris's closet and rummaging around for a short dress for
me to wear. She found this teal colored mini dress and handed it to me to
put on.

I slipped it over my head and she had to zip it up in the back. As the
zipper slid up my back, I could feel me penis try and come to life, but it
was trapped behind the tight nylon/spandex girdle. Oh, what a sensation,
because she zipped it very slowly. She turned me around to have a look,
"Oh, mija, you are so lovely, but you could use a little more filling out
on top," she laughed. Like I didn't already know this... "Stay right here."
She left the room and came back with a pair of taupe high heel platforms
and then handed them to me.

I always loved these shoes on her because they had a dainty strap that went
around your ankle and they looked sexy as hell! I sat down on the bed to
put them on and she asked if I needed any help. "No, mamma..." A couple of
minutes later, I stood up and was instantly thrust upward five inches and I
towered over her. She was, now, really surprised at how I looked all
dressed up. Mamma sat on the bed a few minutes and just looked at me. She
motioned with her hands for me to walk around the room a bit.

As I walked, she just sat there shaking her head, some in disbelief, but
mostly in approval. "Mija, you can be my daughter anytime you like!" I was
astonished at this remark and I immediately went over and gave her a kiss
on the cheek and a big hug.

"I do look pretty good, huh?"

"Si, you do."

I kind of threw up a halfway smile, "Yeah, but papa would not approve, I
think."

"Maybe, but if he saw you looking like you do right now, I think I could
make him change his mind."

"Really, momma?" She just smiled and shook her head. We went into the
kitchen and had a bite to eat and she asked me where I learned how to put
on makeup like I did because she was really stunned that I looked as good
as I did. We spent the next several minutes talking about makeup and what
the modern Latina was wearing these days.

It was nearly 2:00pm and mamma told me to go get undressed and wash my
face. My brother and sisters would be home from school shortly. Luckily,
taking off your makeup only takes a few minutes, while putting it on seems
to take forever.

A few weeks later, my brother and I were with mother at the local mall, and
out of the blue she suggested that we get our ears pierced. Didn't we know
that all the boys were getting theirs done, now days? Pablo was not sold on
the idea, but I volunteered to go first. I had wanted to get my ears
pierced since I was six or seven.

We had to choose the studs that we wanted first and I got a pair of CZ
diamonds that were about 1/2 carat each. Pablo, wasn't having any of this
and told me to go on. I sat in the tall directors chair and the woman
clicked the studs into place. Mother and Pablo inspected the woman's work,
mother was all smiles, Pablo, not so much.

"Ok, Pablo, your turn!"

"No, I'm not gonna do it! Mamma?" He put up quite a fuss and momma
relented.

"Ok, mijo, you are not going to look as cool as your big brother."

"I don't care, I don't want to look like a girl!"  I stuck out my lower lip
as if I was hurt by his words and turned away with my head hung down. Pablo
just stood there with his arms crossed and looked defiant.

Mother and I left Pablo at the kids arena where they were swings, a jungle
gym, and other kids thing to keep them occupied while parents were
shopping. He was happy for that because he absolutely hated shopping. As we
waved bye, we went up the escalator to the second level and mother took me
straight away to a lingerie shop where we looked at bras. She knew what
size Gloria wore and that's where we started for size, only 2" down from
there.

Mamma finally found a 34A bra after digging thru the rounders. These
smaller size bras are just the pits to try and find in the mall stores. She
asked one the salesladies if they had pocket bras to breast inserts. The
woman led us to a drawer went pulled one out, "What size are you looking
for?"

"A 34C, and I need the breast forms, too." The woman pulled out a 34C and
then we followed her to where the breast forms were located. There were
several different styles to choose from, there were half round globes, some
with nipples, some without, then there were the tear-drops that looked more
natural. She took a pair of each and the bras and headed to the fitting
room. I followed, in tow. When we got there, she pushed me in and then
followed right behind.

I was now shocked beyond belief that she would push me inside, and the
doubly shocked that she followed me in.

"Mija, take off your shirt and try on the 34A first. We will see how that
band size fits you first."

I took off my shirt expecting someone to open the door and start yelling at
me for being there and for trying on the merchandise, but that didn't
happen. Mamma adjusted the straps and the bra fit pretty well. She asked
how it felt and I shook my head 'yes'. Then she smiled and slid her fingers
under the band and tried to pull the cups around my nearly no existent
breasts. She put her fingers on the inside of the cups and as she slid them
across my nipples, I nearly jumped for joy. My nips had never been so
aroused! It was bliss...

With that one down, it was time to go to the pocket bra. "Mija, you can
wear this under your shirts almost every day. I don't think that it will be
visible, but put your tee shirt back on and let's have a look."  I slid my
heavily graphics laden black shirt back on, and sure as heck, the bra
disappeared. You couldn't believe how excited I was! Now, for the other bra
and the forms. Breast forms were not new to me, but they half-round globes
were. The pocket bra was an underwire model and it was designed to support
the forms and keep them in shape.

The bra fit even better then the first one and when mother put the forms in
the pockets, I had a very nice looking pair of womanly breasts!

"How do you like the way you look with these breast forms?"

I turned from side to side and looked at myself and I just beamed like a
full moon in the fall, "I like these, they give me a lot of shape, what do
you think, mamma?"

"Well mija, I think that you would fill out your sisters dress pretty well
now, don't you think?" I just shook my head, yes. Do you like the colors,
ok?"

"Yes, there great!" Black is still my favorite color of all time. There's
something that just says, hey, look at me, I'm just so damn sexy!

"Ok, then get them off and we need to go see what Pablito is up to." Mother
leaned over and gave me big kiss. Of course, Pablo was having a great time
and wanted to spend even more time playing. Mother said "ok" and that we
would be back in about an hour.

Our next stop was at one of the major department stores so that we could
look for some panties. Mamma didn't like spending the money for such things
at the lingerie shops, she felt that the extra price could be used for
something else. On the second floor was the women's department and we
headed straight to the Foundations Department.

As we walked over to the department, I asked mamma why she was doing this
for me. Her pace slowed, "Mija, I know about your rape, at that party. That
must have been terrifying for you. Your tia Lupe was raped at an early age
and she is still not right. If you are going to crossdress, then I want you
to do it to the best of your ability, comprende?"

As she was speaking I was reliving that terrible night, but I still had no
recollection of getting raped, except for my bloodied behind,

"I understand, mamma... thank you..."

"Alright then, let's look at the panty girdles first. You know that you
need to hide yourself, and panties alone just won't do that." We finally
got to where the girdles were located and mother looked at several before
she picked out a couple for me. She handed them to me to hold as she
looked. The fabric was so shinny and so slippery in my hands. My hands
always had this electric tinglely sensation when I picked up a pair of
panties or a girdle. The feeling was heavenly. Next she looked for a couple
of short waisted long leg garments. Everything that she picked out was
black and I just smiled.

Mamma held the girdle up to me for a kind of test-fit. She said that we
would return them if they didn't work out. Next, we went to the Hosiery
Department and I picked out a couple of pairs of tights, in black of
course. Then we were off to the Junior's Department to look for a dress, a
skirt, and a blouse.

The skirt and blouse were pretty easy to find, something in a black pencil
skirt that was about three inches above my knee, and then a white cotton
blouse. I ducked into a change stall and tried on both pieces and both fit
very well. Now, the only thing I was missing was a pair of shoes, but first
we had to look for a dress.

The royal blue was pretty easy to chose. It had a fitted bodice and a
flared skirt and was about 5" above my knees. Luckily, I would not have to
wear my pocket bra and forms with this dress, it was made for a small
busted niná. Now for the shoes...

"Mija, do you want flats or pumps?"

"Maybe something in between? Heels are nice, but I don't think I would like
to wear them for more than an hour or two. Maybe something with a one or
two inch heel?"

"Well, that's very sensible. Have you ever worn flats?"

I shook my head, no. As we looked at the shoes and the prices, mamma said
that we had better go to the discount shoe place that one of her friends
told her about. Our hour was nearly up, so we went to go get Pablo and head
home. Funny, he was laying on one of the benches and was fast asleep when
we found him.

A week had gone by and it was Saturday and mamma had shooed everyone out of
the house and told them to be home by 4:30pm, with the exception of me. I
kind of looked at her with an inquisitive look, what's up? She just smiled
and crooked her little finger in a motion to follow her. She had all the
things that she had bought for me laid out on the bed.

"Raffa, go take a shower, and be sure to shave your legs and underarms,
real good."

As I showered, I lathered up my legs and started the tedious process of
denuding my legs. It seem that every time I thought that I was done, I
found another hair patch to clean, but there, I was finally finished. I
used a bar of soap to lather my underarms and then removed the coarse black
hair that lived there. When I was finished, I had to clean out the drain so
that my locks would not clog the system. Ha... My facial hair was nothing
compared to my legs and I could shave my face in record time.

Once I was finished, I wrapped a towel around my hips and went to mamma's
room. She was sitting at her makeup table laying thing out, she looked in
the mirror and saw me standing there, "Ah, there you are, I thought maybe
you had washed down the drain, or something," and laughed. "Alright, get
your tights on and then your long leg girdle and we'll see how well you are
hidden."

It was an entirely different sensation when I pulled my tights up, they
just slithered into place as if they were on rails. As I rubbed my hands on
my legs to straighten them out, there was the energy force that had an
interplay between my hands and the nylon material. My little pandejo was
starting to get hard and I couldn't stop it. I turned away from mamma and
tried to stop it from getting bigger, but the more I tied, the bigger it
go. Caca! I told mother that I had to excuse myself for a couple of minute,
but I would be right back. She was miffed by my sudden disappearance. Once
I go to my room, my randomly small penis was a full raging hard on. I had
to get myself off before I could do anything else. I got my little bottle
of petroleum jelly out and sat it on the night stand. I pulled my tights
down, almost to my knees and then took a little dab and placed in on my
penis. Within seven or eight pulls, I had spunk all over my hand, but I
didn't spill a drop on my nylons. I milked the rest of my cum into a
tissue. Oh god, I only wish that I could enjoy this simple pleasure for
more than a minute.

When I returned to mothers room, she asked if I was all right, or course I
shook my head, yes. "Put your girdle back on and let's see how you look."
The long leg girdle slid into place and I pulled it up so that it would be
tight around they are it needed to hide. It wasn't bad, but certainly not
perfect. "Take that off and put on the panty girdle first, then the long
leg, ok?"

"Ok." Now that I had both girdles on, my boy toy was hidden from
view. Amazing what a couple of pieces of spandex can do!

"Put on your new bra, I got this one for you, it's a lightly padded,
underwire, tee shirt bra."

As I picked up the bra to look at it, momma just smiled, it had a pink
lining on the inside, but was black on the outside, no lace or anything
fancy. It did have a little flower sewed on between the cups.

The cups of this bra were smooth as silk and as I strapped it around my
chest, I noticed that my nipples were getting hard. Once it was fastened, I
could barely feel my pert little nipples at all. I made a slight adjustment
to the straps and if fit perfect! The underwires would take some getting
used to, but at least now I had a small amount breast, but mostly it was
the result of the padding.

Mamma went behind me and undid the clasps so she could pull the bra a
little tighter around my chest. Then she reached around a grabbed my tits,
this startled me to no end!

"Mamma!" I protested...

"Shush, mija. All girls like to get their breasts fondled, don't you know
that?"

I just stood there thinking, 'yeah, but not by your mother!'  Mamma turned
me around to have a look, "Not bad mija. We'll find you a dress that you
can wear your pocket bra and forms, soon."

"Mamma, why are you having me get dressed today?"

"It's your coming out day to the rest of the family, alright?"  Stunned
does not even begin to describe how I was feeling right this second!!! "Oh
shit! Are you kidding? Papa will kill me!"

She smiled, "No he won't, I told him a few days ago that you crossdress,
once in a while. I wasn't sure how he would take it, but he actually wants
to see you dressed up. Yes, he was kind of disappointed that you wanted to
wear a dress, and all, but he took it more calmly than I thought he would."

I threw my head back, closed my eyes and just shook my head, no...  "Ok,
let's get your dress on and see how it looks with everything, so far."
Mother handed me my dress and I slid it into place. There was little
resistance on top, but the stretchy fabric clung to by body and showed off
what little curves I had. I swung my hips and the skirt swished back and
forth. As I looked at myself, I really did like this dress and the
color. But, the image staring back at me was a familiar face and one that
had a buzz haircut.

"That looks very nice mija! Let's get your makeup done, I've got a couple
of new things for you to wear."

I sat down at her makeup table and mother started with a royal blue eye
shadow that was the same shade as my dress and then some ivory went above
my eyelid crease to my eyebrows. Mother must have spent 5 minutes blending
the two together, but they complimented each other really well. Next,
mother pulled out a bottle of gold eyeliner and was going to apply it, but
thought better of it and went with a traditional black eye liner
pencil. She didn't want to look like some puta!

After rimming both eyes, she smudged the lower lash line to give my eyes
some more depth, of course she applied a nice neat line next to my
eyelashes on my upper lids. Mamma applied some Raven Black mascara on my
lashes and kind of separated them slightly for emphasis.

Since I wasn't wearing any foundation, mamma put some rouge on my cheeks to
make them stand proud. During all this, I could feel a wet spot forming
between my legs and it was getting bigger by the minute.  Mamma had this
deep cherry red lipstick that she would wear once in a while when her and
papa would go out with friends. She took it and applied it to my lips,
going slightly larger than my natural lip line to give me bigger and fuller
lips.

Mamma looked at her handy work, but was not 100% satisfied, "Mija, we need
to do something with your eyebrows, they are too manly!" She laughed. Then
she got her tweezers and started plucking away at my thick Latino brow
line. A few minutes later, I was sporting a pair of rather feminine
eyebrows, but they did look very nice.

Once again, she went and got her black wig and very carefully situated it
on my cabeza. Now when I looked in the mirror, there was a very beautiful
young woman staring back at me. I changed my earrings to my 3" gold hoops
and I looked stunning in a Latina, sort of way. Mamma, was extremely
pleased with what she had created and smiled.

Mamma had gone out and bought me a pair of black 3" platform high heels and
a matching purse. Luckily, she had bought a pair with rather wide sculpted
heels and ankle straps. She couldn't have picked out anything better than
what I would have chosen myself! As I put on the heels, there must have
been a thousand forms of sensations flowing through my entire body, most of
which I had never felt before, but all good!

As I stood up, I was now several inches taller than mamma. She stood close
and looked up at me, "Raffa, you are truly a beautiful looking niná! I
think papa will be pleased."

Of course when she said that, we heard the rest of the family coming in the
front door. I was told to stay put until mamma called me out. I could hear
her telling the rest of the family that I was going to look very different
when I came out. This wasn't going to be a permanent change, but one that I
might like to do once in a while. I had mamma's blessings and they should
do the same.

Everybody was wondering what I was going to look like when I entered and
there was a buzz between them wondering what. Mamma called me out. As I
entered the living room, everyone was shocked at who was this person, it
wasn't Raffa, but who was this beautiful Latin creature? Papa said,

"You're not Ralph..." He looked at mamma, "Who is this?" Pablo expressed
the same thought.

"Papa, it's me... Ralph." The voice was right, but the body was not.

"Ralph?"

"Yes papa, it's me. Do you like the way I look?" I asked expecting him to
slap me down on the ground. The rest of my family was still not sure it was
me.

"Son, I... I don't know what to say... You are so different looking."

"I know, but do you like the way I look?"

"Looking at you as a niná, you are magnificent, as Ralph... well..."

I went over and gave him a hug, but his body kind of stiffened when I
did. My sisters were all over me, they thought that it was cool and they
liked the idea of having an older sister. Pablo, not so much...

The End...

Of part One???