Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2007 19:59:16 -0500 From: Cathe Subject: Hi Mommy, part 4 Hi Mommy ... Chapter 4 I found it difficult to leave the mirror, so stunned was I by what I saw there. With a last wistful gaze, I let Linda lead me to her bed to start the process of dressing. The array of beautiful underwear laid out was awesome. "Okay, gorgeous ... I selected a few of my things I know you will like, and that I know you need as a starting point. First ... panties and a bra." She helped me slip into the set of lacy, silk high-rise panties she had on the bed. I could not believe how good they felt sliding up my legs now that they were free of hair. When Linda finally pulled them up over my cock, I gave an uncontrolled shiver of delight. It did not go un-noticed. "Now the bra, honey" Linda whispered. "Oh wait - I forgot your new titties!" And she picked up a box lying on the bed, opened I, and took out an expensive pair of silicone breast forms like those used by women who have had their breasts removed after cancer surgery. "These cost a lot of money, but they're worth it. You'll get a lot of use out of them. Here - let me help you with the bra." I picked up the dainty lace trimmed bra and slid my arms into it. Linda helped me fit the breasts into the cups, then reached around and fastened the hooks for me. A slight adjustment to the shoulder straps and it was a perfect fit. "Okay ... next the garter belt and stockings!" she said, guiding me around the bed to where they lay waiting. The breasts moved realistically as I walked to the side of the bed and sat so Linda could slide the stockings up my legs. I first took the matching garter belt and wrapped it around my waist, where Linda attached the hooks. She kneeled and slipped each stocking up my leg. The feel was incredible. Why did I ever let that ugly hair cover my legs? "Stand up, hon - I have to adjust the garters and attach the stockings" I did, and it took but a minute for all 8 garter straps to be adjusted and clipped onto the tops of my stockings. When I moved, there was a slight - but erotic - tug on my stockings. I rather liked the feeling. "You might as well get used to walking in heels, so slip your feet into these." There was only the slightest hint of amusement in Linda's voice. The bulge in my panties let her know I was having fun with this - and was very aroused by the clothing I already wore. She held out a very cute pair of black sandals. The heel was only about 3 inches, but they were very open with only a strap the heel and 3 straps crossed over the front. It was hard to believe how good shoes - however brief - felt when worn over a pair of nylon stockings. "How do they feel, hon ... good?" "Oh yes - very nice", I whispered, hearing a slight laugh in return. "Now what?", I asked softly. "Well .. How about you go over into my closet and find something you like? I'll just sit here and offer advice if you think you need it. Now one piece of advice before you start ... if you decide to wear something that is heavy - you'll need to wear a slip under it. If you find something that shall we say covers slightly less of you ... you won't need a slip. You can be a chicken and select something like a blouse and pair of slacks; you can select a nice casual dress or a blouse and skirt, or something a little dressier; or you can really be a sport and go for it and select a really dressy dress. Your choice." I walked gingerly into her vast closet I surprised that I had very little trouble walking in the heels. Maybe I was a natural? "Woo-woo, honey - you should see how cute your little butt looks walking in those heels! You're doing great - you're a natural! Keep your elbows close to your body when you walk, take short steps, and swing your hips a bit." Deja vu! As I walked into the closet I was conscious of my "breasts" bouncing slightly in my bra. I was most aware of the amazing fee of my hair bouncing on my shoulders. I wondered why any real woman would consider cutting her hair short. It boggled my mind Entering Linda's huge walk-in closet I was stunned by the amount of clothing hung neatly by style and on shelves and in drawers. Slacks of all kinds - dressy and casual - hung grouped together in one are. In another hung blouses - dozens of them - again dressy and casual. Along an entire 9 foot wall of its own hung nothing but dresses. Summer dresses and heavier winter dresses, casual, business, and slightly dressier. On a shorter back wall hung more formal outfit. Two piece dresses, cocktail length dresses, and formal gowns. Astonishing. "How are you doing in there, darling? You're taking your sweet time! A bit overwhelming, isn't it? Don't be a chicken now - pick out something cute and girly to go with that sexy underwear you're wearing!" True enough - in for a penny, as I said before. "Do you actually get a chance to wear all of these things, Linda?" I asked. "Every single thing, darling. You can smell me on everything in the closet." Knowing that anything I selected was worn by her made it just a bit more erotic to me. I decided to go for it after taking various skirts, blouses, and dresses from their place on hangers and holding them against me - like I've seen so many women do. I headed back to the dressy section and my eye caught a blue silk cocktail dress. Taking it off the hanger, I discovered it was almost backless, royal blue silk with a full chiffon skirt, 3/4 length transparent chiffon sleeves, and cut high in the neckline. It was, to put a name on it ... breathtaking. I could imagine Linda in this dress and how gorgeous she would look in it. Every eye would be on her - male or female. I decided to put it on right there in the closet and surprise Linda, so I unzipped the short back zipper and stepped into it - being careful not to catch a heel on the dress. "My God," I thought, "I've never felt anything like this in my life!" I slipped my arms into the sleeves and pulled it over my shoulders - involuntarily shivering at how wonderful it felt. Reaching behind, I pulled the zipper up - it only reached about 6 inches above the waist - and lifted the skirt so it fell properly around my legs. Walking closer to a mirror so I could take in the sight, I nearly swooned when I saw how gorgeous this dress looked on me. In fact - the whole image was so astonishing I nearly cried. I took a second to arrange the skirts and rest of the dress, then fluffed my hair a little for a sexier effect. "Coming out, Lin - I found something I like!" And I walked out the closet door into the bedroom. For a few seconds, Linda sat speechless, staring at me with wide open eyes and mouth. "Holy Mother of God ...", she whispered. "Well ... what do you think?", I asked. "Say something", I said, as I turned in a models pirouette. The skirt flew out from my body and settled around my nylon-clad legs. The feeling was absolutely amazing. I could feel wetness in my panties, I was so aroused. She stood motionless for a few more seconds before slowly walking over to me, then took me in her arms and whispering in my ear "You look amazing, darling - just gorgeous! That dress almost looks better on you than it does on me, damn you! I'm so excited I can barely catch my breath." "You're excited?" I said, "thank God for full skirts. I've never felt anything like this in my life! Thank you for allowing me to experience this." "Oh honey - this is just the beginning, if you want it to be. You say the word and you can try on everything in that closet, and all my frilly things as well." That was an interesting thought, wasn't it? Yes - it was indeed. I could get to like this a lot. I already did like it a lot. Maybe this was meant to be? Was our meeting somehow my destiny? I was a lonely guy who didn't fit in. I wasn't at all happy with life or my place in it. I was searching for something. Was this it? Was my destiny to be found in skirts? "Well, I guess I should definitely call you Monica now, huh? Just don't get any ideas about getting semen stains on that dress like your namesake, darling - it cost me $650 dollars!" Her fingers traveled gently across my cheeks as she talked, carefully brushing my bangs out of my eyes and over my ears. At the time that was the last thing on my mind, and I wondered why she had mentioned it at all. Right now I only wanted to feel Linda's soft lips around my cock to relieve the pain in my testicles. "Well - what now, Linda?" I asked. "Here I am in this gorgeous dress with my beautiful hair and makeup. What do we do now ... take everything off and go to bed?" "As much as I'd like to ... no, darling - not a chance. What we are going to do is, first - get some jewelry on you. How I forgot that I don't know. Then, I am going to find something to put on and give you some competition! Then we are going out on the town. And no back talk, you - your mother would not recognize you if she was standing right next to you. And oh God - would I love to see her expression if I introduced you to her as Monica!" The idea was intriguing, I thought, but the time was not right for that. I was enjoying the experience, but I didn't know if I wanted to continue it. I could, though, imagine the look in my moms eyes if I walked up to her and said "Hi Mom - I'm your new daughter Monica." Mom and I were close, unlike my dad - who thought I was never the son he wanted me to be. "I'm not going to fight you, Linda. Whatever you want to do is okay." And I sat at her dressing table again while she fetched her jewelry box. She returned within minutes and looked through her collection. "Okay ... with that dress you need something really special. Diamonds or rhinestones. These are perfect, but I have to pierce your ears first. It won't hurt, and you said you wouldn't fight me." I sat quietly as Linda went into her closet and returned with a sewing kit. She removed a large hat pin. "This will work nicely", she said, and went to the kitchen and returned with a few ice cubes in a bowl. "Okay hon. I'm going to hold this ice against your ear to numb it, then I'll pierce it with the needle. All you'll feel is a slight stick like getting a shot. Thousands of young girls do this every day. Here - you hold this while I sterilize the needle" she said, while she dipped the needle into a bottle of alcohol. "Okay ... just relax", she said, "and lift your hair away from your ear for me. That's a good girl " , and I felt a slight prick as she pushed the large needle through my ear and inserted the post of a pair of gorgeous diamond drop earrings into the newly pierced ear. "One more ...lift your hair again, doll face", and both ears were done. I turned my head to look in the mirror. I could just see the earrings hanging behind my hair, so I lifted it again so I could see them better. They looked incredible, swinging and brushing against my neck when I moved. I loved them. Linda held out a matching diamond necklace. "Lift your hair again, darling, so I can put this on your neck." I lifted my hair and lowered my chin just like I've seen my mom and other women do countless times so she could fasten the neckless. "Okay", she said softly, "lower that beautiful hair and take a look at the beauty queen." I lowered my hair against my neck again and shook my head. My earrings moved through my hair and my hair settled against my neck and shoulders. "Stunning, darling", she whispered. I don't want to put spray on your beautiful hair, so I'll just brush it smooth and give it a very light touch of finishing spray." Taking her brush, Linda again ran it through my hair, flipping the ends up and slightly back-combing it for lift. When satisfied, and with my concurrence, she very lightly sprayed the finishing mist for very light hold without making it stiff. "A light spray of my favorite scent and you're done", she said. "Now it's my turn. Be back in a few minutes - you sit here and stare at yourself." She giggled softly, kissed me lightly on the lips, being careful not to smudge my lipstick, and walked into the closet. She emerged only minutes later - a vision in a black silk shirtwaist dress. A very full skirt swirled around her gorgeous legs. Long sleeves, cuffed at the wrist. Buttons from the neck with its open spread collar to the hem that ended a few inches above her knees. A black leather belt accentuated her waist. She also wore a pair of sexy sandals, but the heels were higher than mine. Black tinted stockings covered her gorgeous legs. Taking her hair brush from the dressing table, she bent at the waist and tossed her gorgeous long hair over her head and brushed vigorously, then stood straight and tossed the now full mane back over her head, where it draped over her shoulders and down her back. Another few swipes with her brush smoothed it into place. A quick application of lipstick and spray of perfume and she was done. Absolutely stunning. I looked good, but not THAT good!