Drawn Together
by Paula Dillon
Robby's Mom always dressed so frumpy and he always wanted her to look pretty. Frustrated with his nagging she challenges him, "if you want me to dress up you dress up." What does Robby do?
Drawn Together Ch. 1
by
Paula Dillon
Sandy took her fourteen year old son shopping for shoes. It seemed that every time she turned around he needed shoes. She didn’t mind Robby was a good kid. So they both took off dressed in jeans and identical oversized Texas Rangers T-shirts. Robby didn’t realize how much alike they both looked. Together they headed to the local discount shoe store. She found four pair of shoes for him and decided that she could use a pair of flats herself.
The store had this thing about wearing socks or stockings when trying shoes on and she didn’t have any on, she hated those sometime dirty footies they provided, so bought a three pack of knee highs and went back to the ladies shoes section. While she was putting on the knee high’s, Robby had been looking at some of the ladies shoes. He brought her a darling strappy pair of stiletto sandals in a cream color, complete with four inch heels.
“Mom why don’t you try these on I think that they would look very good on you.”
“Son you know I don’t wear heels that often, especially heels that high.”
Robby was always trying to get her to dress more feminine and to some extent it irritated her. It wasn’t that she dressed ratty; she just liked to dress comfortably. He would often sit next to her and point out outfits he thought would look good on her in a J.C. Penny’s or Spiegel’s catalogue. He had a good fashion sense she thought, but since her husband divorced her she just hadn’t felt like dressing up for anyone.
“Mom that is it, you dress more like a boy, than most tomboys I know. I think you are pretty, and should dress that way. Not all the time mom but at least some of the time. You could be mistaken for a boy except for your curves. I can’t remember the last skirt or dress you have worn, and you hardly wear any makeup.”
Sandy was getting frustrated and wanted to object to her son’s taunts, when an idea popped into her head. The store was fairly empty at this time. As a matter of fact, they were the only customers there at the moment. “Ok, I will tell you what. I will buy two pair of shoes that you and I can agree on if you will try a similar pair on for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I won’t buy em unless you try on a pair just like the ones you want me to buy.”
Robby’s face went a shade of crimson. Sandy knew Robby would never agree to wear these shoes. Although he was small for his age at five feet, 105 lbs and his auburn hair went below his shoulders in a pony tail, he always tried to be so masculine. She knew he never messed with her clothes. When he did the laundry she would see him handle her under things as if he would catch some strange disease from even just touching them.
She nearly had a heart attack when he sat down next to her and he pulled off his shoes and his white crew socks and pulled on a pair of knee highs. She went off and found the exact pair of shoes he had wanted her to try on and returned with them, not believing he would try them on.
“These are just like the ones you want me to try on, in your size.”
They both wore sixes, she in women’s shoes, he in men’s. The pair of shoes she handed him were seven and a half’s. The dear child put them on. She had to help him a little he had obviously never threaded the tiny straps these shoes had before.
Sandy giggled as he tried to stand in them. She had to help him to keep him from breaking his neck. He walked to and fro in them bringing several giggles from her. He then walked over and found another pair that he wanted her to try on and handed them to her. Sandy went and found a similar pair in Robby’s size. She like his taste in styles, except these too had skyscraper heels.
Robby remained standing as Sandy tried on the first pair. She admired his determination and intended to keep her word. He offered her his hand to help her stand, not that she needed it she had gone through the heels phase and was accomplished enough at wearing them, but it was a nice gesture.
“This is how you walk in heels dahling. Take shorter steps and swing your hips a little as you walk,” she said in a seductive voice as she walked back and forth.
Robby tried to copy her, but it was rather comical. She had to catch him as he caught a heel in the carpet. They both had a quiet laugh. He was taking this in a good humor. They both sat down and changed shoes to the second pair. The second pair were patent leather black pump with small satin bows and four inch heels. They were the classic “fuck me” pumps with a pointed toe, but she wouldn’t mention this to Robby. Sandy checked his toes, snug but they fit alright.
Sandy stood and helped her son to stand and demonstrated the walk for him. “Walk mostly on the balls of your feet dear, not heel to toe like boys do.”
She walked gracefully away from him and turned and waited for him. Robby followed walking much better but a little inept still. About the time he reached his mom, a sales leady came from the back, not paying attention to where she was going, almost running into him. He caught himself though and didn’t fall.
“Excuse me ma’am, I am so sorry. Are you ok dear,” she asked looking Robby up and down?
Robby his face in full crimson blush stammered, “I am ok, no problem ma’am.” His throat was so tight in fear that he sounded feminine.
“Are these your first pair of heels dear, and oh I see your mom has a pair just like them. It is so nice to see mothers and daughters dressing alike.”
“Thank you so much dear,” Sandy said, “She just wanted to see just how hard they are to walk in. She was pestering me to get some.”
“Well they look so good on both of you. You both should get them. Well I need to get busy,” the lady said hugging both Sandy and Robby before leaving them.
When they were again alone Robby still a little red faced said, “Mom why did she think I was a girl?”
“I don’t know honey, but we are dressed alike, and your hair is long and in a pony tail. She just saw what she wanted to see.”
They both sat down and changed back into their own shoes. Robby didn’t bother to take off the knee highs; he just put his trainers on.
“I want to wait in the car for you while you pay for the shoes mom.”
“Ok dear, take my purse the keys are in there just let me get my wallet out.”
Robby walked away carrying Sandy’s purse over his right shoulder. The sales lady waved at him as he passed. Sandy didn’t know why but she bought both pair of pumps, along with the sandals for her and Robby’s shoes.
“I hope I didn’t make your daughter feel to self-conscious dear but those shoes did look good on her.”
“Yes they did, I am going to surprise her with them I think.” Yes ma’am it will definitely be a surprise Sandy thought.
Tomorrow is Friday, but school is out for a teachers work day and she will have a surprise for him. He wants her to dress up we will see how much he wants her to dress up.
Sandy dropped Robby off at home and went shopping for a few things. She would see how serious he was about her dressing up. She bought a package of three satiny panties his size, a couple of pair of pantyhose, a heavily padded brief, two 32A water bras and small silicone inserts, two pair of low rise fancy styled boot cut jeans a size or two too small in black and stone washed blue, several very girly glittery tops with a scoop necks trimmed in lace all around in lavender, royal blue, and black and a small purse that fit a girl his age. These combos would leave about an inch or two of bare skin between the top and the jeans. They would be fairly girlish outfits but would look good.
She got home; Robby was doing his home work and watching TV at the same time in the living room. She should complain but he was a straight A student at high school. She got the pumps she had bought and carried them with her other purchases down to the living room.
“Robby you have been bugging me for a long time wanting me to dress up nicer for a long while. You just don’t know what it takes for a woman to look nice. So I have a proposition for you. You want me to wear more dresses and skirts and to look nice, you’ll go shopping with me all weekend, and I emphasize ‘All weekend’. One catch though you will wear what I have in these bags.”
“Ok, I will.”
“You better look at what is in the bags before you commit Robby.”
Robby opened the bags and saw the pumps he had worn earlier and the rest of the clothes his mother had bought. His face went red and Sandy was afraid he was going to cry or get angry but the look of determination she was so proud of in him filled his face.
“I said I will mother, I will not go back on my word.”
“I know dear but I just wanted you to know what it’s like for me to dress up. I’m not trying to make fun of you. Well you better try them on and get use to the heels cause we are going power shopping tomorrow.”
Robby started to get up and take the bags up to his room but Sandy stopped him.
“It’s just us girls here this weekend. Besides I know you’ll need my help with some of it so here is as good a place as any. He opened the bags and laid out the things in an organized manner. He was very methodical at his approach. He then stood and stripped down to his shorts. Sandy turned to allow him time to take off his shorts and put on his panties, she wanted to give him a modicum of modesty. She turned and saw a very unladylike bulge in the front of his blue satin bikini panties.
“You’ll need to tuck your stuff between your legs dear if you’re going to be able to wear this stuff Robby.”
It took Robby several minutes to get himself adjusted and his panties pulled tight to keep himself in place. It was amazing he looked like any prepubescent girl of twelve or thirteen, standing there in just her panties.
“Next put the padded brief on dear; to give you some hips.”
He pulled the padded briefs on which further disguised his figure. Sandy helped him with the bra and inserts. The bra fit very snuggly around his chest and looked natural. Mom then gave him instructions on pulling on the pantyhose. Now came the hard part the ladies jeans. He had selected the black jeans. Both pair had intricate designs in a contrasting thread embroidered throughout.
“Mom these jeans are way too small I will never get them on.”
“Sure you will Honey, girls do it all the time. That is how they wear their jeans Robby.”
He couldn’t argue with her. He knew she was right; still it was a five minute struggle to get them on. The jeans fit like a glove, no that isn’t right and skin tight wasn’t even a good description. He felt his butt cheeks part as he at last pulled them that high. He started to try to button the jeans but his Mom stopped him and tucked his underwear beneath the waist band of his jeans. The jeans buttoned and zipped, he looked at the tops. He took the lavender top to go with the black jeans. It fit nicely, but he saw when he raised his arms that he exposed much of his soft tummy for all to see. Lastly came the ‘FM’ pumps.
Sandy couldn’t believe the transformation. Robby looked like a very pretty teenage girl in her Mom’s shoes. He had gorgeous legs for a girl his height. Even his hairless tummy looked girlish. She helped him stand and walked him slowly over to the hall closet. She opened the door to expose a full length mirror and Robby looked at himself.
Robby’s jaw dropped as he looked in the mirror. Sandy removed the scrunchie that held his pony tail and combed out his soft, silky, shiny hair with her fingers over his shoulders. His hair fell to the tops of his faux breasts and enhanced his girlish appearance.
“Now we need to get you comfortable in those heels dear.”
“You get your heels on too, if we are going to do this.”
“Ok, I guess that is fair.”
Sandy went to her room and put on the strappy sandals Robby had picked out for her.”
Together they walked back and forth in their shoes till Robby started to look like he was doing fine in them. Sandy then had him practice sitting, standing in the heels, walk some more, turn, walk, sit knees together crossed at the knee or ankle (never spread eagle). Robby seemed to adapt well. Sandy showed him feminine gestures, brushing his hair back with his hands, folding his hands demurely in his lap and such. It took about two hours before he fit the image he projected.
Sandy went to her room and got a lipstick, mascara, eyebrow pencil, compact, clear and pink nail polishes, blush, tampons, a wallet, which she put some cash in, tissues, tweezers, nail file, gum, earrings, necklace, bracelet, watch, rings and a perfume. She grabbed the purse she had bought him and they went into the kitchen. She went to work on his face. Ten minutes later and he had very light makeup on (powder, blush, mascara, eyebrow pencil, and lipstick). She then worked on filing his nails, they were a little ratty for a girl but not overly so, but longer than most boys nails for sure. She then put on a coat of clear polish, two coats of pink in a shade to match his lips and a clear topcoat. This was fun for her she missed not having a daughter to do this with. She put her rings on him they were a little loose on his fingers, the pearl tennis bracelet, watch, a string of faux pearls around his throat and pearl drop earrings on his ears.
Sandy couldn’t believe her eyes. Her jaw hung open. Robby was not just pretty he was gorgeous.
“What is wrong Momma?”
His voice sounded even more feminine now.
“Nothing dear, you’re just so incredibly lovely.”
“Stop teasing me Mom. I look like a guy trying to look like a girl don’t I?”
“No you don’t dear, come look.” She took his hand and led him to a mirror.
He looked at himself. He even pinched himself, but the vision didn’t go away. His eyes started to water and his lip began to tremble.
“Don’t cry, Robby I can take this off and we can forget about this silly dare dear. I am so sorry. I didn’t want it to go this far, I never believed that you would agree to it.”
“That’s ok Mom. I just wanted you to look as good as other mom’s I know. You are so pretty; I just wanted the other kids to be jealous of me. It’s just I never thought I could be so pretty myself.”
“Well you just clean your face off, and take those clothes off. I will take them back. You are too important to me to hurt you like this.”
“No Mom, we made a deal, I will go shopping with you dressed like this, and you will dress up for me a couple of times a week.”
“You don’t have to do this dear, I will dress up more often.”
“No Mom, I want to show you how serious I am about all this. You are too pretty to hide in your baggy shirts and pants all the time. I will dress up for you occasionally, I saw how much fun you had doing it and you will dress up for me occasionally. I think you wished I was your daughter instead of your son. I can be that daughter for you occasionally. Ok.”
Robby brought tears to her eyes. They hugged really tight and had a good cry there in the hall.
“I love you Robby no matter what. The clothes don’t make any difference in that dear. I am glad to have you as my son.”
“I thank God everyday that you’re my mom. I see so many of the kids around me whose parents don’t care for them. I know you love me. I never have to wonder with you Mom.”
“Well then can I roll your hair before you go to sleep dear, and comb it out in the morning?
“Yes Mom, almost anything for you.”
“Then let me get you ready for your bath. Wash and condition your hair then come to my bedroom.” Sandy said reaching under his top to unhook his bra.
They went to his room and she helped peel him out of his jeans. “Shave your legs and arm pits too Robby.”
“I don’t have any razors yet I don’t shave at all.”
Sandy didn’t realize that, she went to her bath and got him a new razor.
“Be careful dear try not to nick yourself, slow smooth strokes she demonstrated in the air.”
He went to his bath and she to her bedroom. She got her rollers out and thought about what Robby had said to her. She had forgotten her years of growing up. He was right, she promised herself to be the kind of mother he deserved. Robby had made her proud. She got her rollers out. She would probably need them all for his long hair.
Fifteen minutes later he was skipping into her room in panties and bra. Sandy just had to smile. She got out a setting gel and worked it into his hair as she rolled it on her rollers. She explained as best she could what she was doing and he paid attention as she worked. It didn’t take too long till she was putting a hair net over his rollers.
“Now when you get up in the morning I will comb it out for you and we will see what we have. How are your feet dear?”
“They’re kinda tender but I can live with em.”
“Off to bed girl, we have a big day tomorrow.”
Robby gave her a big hug and a kiss on her cheek,
Sandy awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and breakfast cooking. It was only seven thirty. Robby usually didn’t get up this early on a weekend. She got her robe on and headed downstairs. Sandy peeked around the corner and Robby was busy at work, he wore her apron while he cooked and was fully dressed, jewelry and all, in his blue stone washed jeans and black top wearing his heels. It wasn’t unusual for him to cook she had taught him that much, but to be dressed as a girl with his hair in curlers made Sandy giggle.
Rob looked up and saw Sandy and smiled. “Oh hi Mom, good morning,” he said and skipped over to her and gave her a hug, before returning to finish their breakfast.
Sandy set the table, and poured a coffee for herself, as Robby brought the plates with omelets for them.
“You seem quite chipper this morning.”
“I am excited about you getting you some nice clothes, Mom.”
“I can tell, but the shops don’t open till ten dear and it isn’t even eight yet.”
“I also wanted to see if I could get it all on by myself.”
He did indeed have it all on. He had even done his own makeup and not a half bad job. “You haven’t done this type thing before have you?”
“No Mom, I haven’t.”
“Well you sure picked it up all right. I want to redo your mascara and blush but not a bad first job for anybody.”
As they ate Sandy told Robby what they would do and where they would go. There was a new Mall on the other side of town where neither of them would be recognized, yet had some of her favorite stores. Robby wouldn’t have to try on any clothes because it would take forever to get in and out of those pants.
“For the most part Robby you have a pretty good fashion sense. I might adjust it to my age styling, but I will promise to give your picks serious consideration. I might reject some, but I will explain why instead of just giving you an outright rejection. There might be some room for negotiation.”
“That is acceptable. I just want you to look as pretty as I know you are.”
“Ok Hun, let me get my shower and get dressed while you clean up here. Then I will fix your hair and makeup. You don’t mind cleaning up here do you?”
“No Mom, I am glad to help.”
Twenty five minutes later Sandy was dressed and doing her makeup. It had been a long time since she had used a lot of makeup and she wanted to look nice for her son. She made a note that she would need more makeup since she would have to be doing this more. She just hadn’t felt like doing it after Dave had moved out with his secretary. She felt old and frumpy, even though she was only thirty six. She took care of herself but she just didn’t dress up or makeup anymore. She just didn’t feel it was important anymore. At least he had the decency to leave before she inherited her Granddad’s estate and didn’t have to share any of that money with him, she giggled. Good thing he isn’t here to see his son right now that would really chap his ass.
“Ok Robby, come on in.”
“Mother, I thought you were going to dress nice.” Robby said a little exasperated, after seeing his Mom.
“I have dressed so it’s easy to change clothes dear. If I had dressed like you are it would take twenty minutes just getting in and out of those pants. This way I can try on more of the clothes we pick out. I did wear the sandals you picked out. I chose those pants for you hoping you would reject the idea, but you’re made of sterner stuff than that. Now sit!” she said in mock sternness.
“Oh!” Robby said.
“Take your earrings off Robby, You have lots of gorgeous hair, I am going to give you a big Do.”
Sandy took out the rollers and started back combing and teasing his hair. She could tell when she wound up pulling his hair to much as he would wince and give a little whimper, but he bore it stoically. She must have used half a can of hair spray as she added her final touches. She then turned him to the side and cleaned the eye makeup and blusher off his face. She curled his lashes and added two coats of mascara.
“Blusher should be added with a brush from the ear forward and should add just the hint of color, not shouting it, other than that I would give you a B+ for your earlier efforts.”
Robby beamed a smile at his mom.
She finished her job, replaced his earrings and asked him to close his eyes and to turn to the mirror. She told him to take a deep breath count to three and then open them and look at himself.
“Whooooa Mom! This is the kinda look that would be great on you.” Robby said turning his head left and right.
Sandy looked in the mirror as Robby turned his head back and forth. “You know something, for special occasions you are right, but my hair is way too short for it now, but there are other styles I could wear till mine can grow out some more. Go get your purse dear and let’s get ready to go we have lots of shopping to do.”
Robby looked so sexy as he walked away, he should have been born a girl Sandy thought. They met at the stairs and descended carefully down to the first floor. Robby was so giddy and wasn’t paying attention to where he was going as he opened the front door and stepped right into a girl who was fixing to knock on the door. Sandy had reached out and caught Robby by the collar of his top and Robby’s and the girl’s arms went around each other in a hug, to keep each other from falling over.
There were apologies muttered and Robby said, “Tiffany?” and the girl just stared.
“Come on inside Dear, It is Tiffany I presume?”
“Yes it is. Mrs. Davis?”
Robby a little slow on his feet realized that he didn’t look like he was suppose to look, and said, “Oh shit and started to rush to his room.”
“Running won’t do any good dear. The cat is or soon will be out of the bag.”
Tiffany just stood there starring and finally headed where Sandy directed. Robby followed everyone into the living room.
“Tiffany it’s nice to meet you and you are probably wondering about Robby. I take it you know each other?” Sandy said as she directed everyone to sit. “Well let me explain please. Yes this is the Robby you know.” Sandy went on and told her everything. “You see Robby just wanted me to dress nicer and I foolishly dared him to dress that way if he wanted me to dress up so much. He took up my dare and we were headed to the mall when he ran into you. He doesn’t generally do this sort of thing.”
Robby had been on the verge of bawling for the fifteen minutes that his Mom had been talking. He had sat there ladylike hands in his lap. Tiffany just looked at him with a smile on her face. After Sandy had finished Tiffany got up and sat on Robby’s lap and gave him a big hug and comforted him.
“Robby don’t cry, I think it’s so wonderful. I respect what you are willing to do for your Mom. Don’t worry dear; I am not going to hurt you by saying anything. You look so incredible I am in awe.”
Sandy checked out Tiffany as she comforted Robby. She was about two inches taller than Robby and had a very mature figure for a thirteen or fourteen year old girl. She was a real doll. She appeared to be enjoying comforting Robby, a bit too much possibly.
Tiffany released her hug on Robby and stood. Robby had raccoon eyes. She looked Robby up and down, “I love your outfit and your FM heels.”
“FM heels?”
Tiffany blushed and held her hands to her cheeks and looked at Sandy.
“You opened that can of worms dear, you explain it.”
She whispered in his ear. Robby turned red and he fanned himself.
Sandy looked at her son and said, “Let’s get you cleaned up dear,” and led her son to her room.
Tiffany followed as they left. Sandy took a wet wipe and cleaned away the makeup and set about reapplying it. It took just a few minutes and Robby looked as good as before.
“Mrs. Davis, may I go with ya’ll. I could stand to pick up some things, myself.”
Sandy looked to her son, who nodded. “Call me Sandy, Tiffany. If it’s ok with your Mom, it’s ok with me.”
“It’s just my Dad. Mom passed away years ago. May I use your phone?”
“Sure dear. It’s over there by my bed.” Sandy said pointing.
“Dad this is Tiff, Robby’s cousin and Mrs. Davis are going to the Mall can I go with them? Ok Dad here is Mrs. Davis”
“Yes this is Robby’s Mom. His cousin Marci and I are going to the mall clothing shopping. No he is out of town right now; they just sorta traded places for the weekend.” Sandy thought for a second and put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. “He wants to know if you want to spend the weekend here. It’s ok with me, as long as there is no monkey business between you two.”
The kids looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Ok we will be there in ten minutes John. No problem,” Sandy said. “Tiff he wants you to pick up some of your things and get some money from him. So let’s get rolling. Make sure you get something decent to sleep in, if you know what I mean.”
“He will probably sneak out of the house and go fishing if I know him, and I do. I hope it’s ok with you Robby?”
“I think I am Marci now, at least for this weekend. It’s ok with me I guess.”
Sandy looked down at Tiffany’s feet, “What size shoe do you wear?”
“A six ma’am.”
“I have a pair of FM heels just like Marci is wearing if you would like?”
“I would love it Sandy, if we can bring them along and I could change after we leave my home. I am afraid dad wouldn’t understand.”
“No problem.” Sandy said as she handed the shoes to Tiffany. “Let’s get a move on the Mall is calling.”
It was a short drive to Tiffany’s home. The three of them went into her house. Sandy felt herself flush when she met Tiffany’s Dad, John. He was a real hunk, Tiffany would probably say. Sandy thought he was such a handsome fellow.
“Hello I am John Thomas, Tiffany’s Dad.”
“I am Sandy Davis and this is Marci Duncan my niece.”
“Well it’s nice to meet two charming ladies.”
“Come on Marci help me pack.”
Tiffany pulled Robby with her leaving Sandy with her Dad. In her room she had Robby pick out some outfits while she got her lingerie and sleep shirts. She also smuggled a baby doll into her suitcase not sure if she would wear it. She liked Robby. She liked him much more than he knew, but she liked Marci also. She had stumbled on the perfect guy for her. She didn’t understand her feelings, but she was sure she didn’t want this person to get away from her, and here she was getting to spend the whole weekend close to him. She went to her closet and selected a white chiffon blouse and a black Mini-skirt that came to her mid thigh. She got a camisole and pantyhose out of her drawer and started to strip. She saw Robby looking at her in the mirror. He wasn’t looking at her with lust in his eyes but confusion. He really was a nice guy. His was tongue tied as she pulled on her hose and camisole. She finished dressing.
“Go to the bathroom for a minute or two. It is just the next door down. I will be packed by the time you finish.”
Robby did as he was told. He needed to use the facilities anyway. It took him considerably longer than two minutes to relieve himself. He liked Tiff. He had always been afraid to speak to her and here she shows up at his home as he is dressed like a teenage girl. He checked his face like his Mom told him to, whenever he went to the restroom dressed as a girl and touched up his makeup. When he came out he heard his Mom say.
“And if you want John, Tiffany can spend Sunday with us too, and I will see to it she gets to school.”
“I really appreciate that Sandy; it’s so rare I get to spend time alone. I love my daughter but sometimes I need to get away.”
“Ok girls lets get away. I would like to hit the mall by noon.”
John handed his daughter a wad of cash which she put in her purse, and then they headed to Sandy’s car. Tiffany’s suitcase went in the trunk and they all piled in the front seat.
“No, he isn’t seeing another woman Sandy. He will be on Toledo Bend fishing before the sun goes down. He is a big bass fisherman.”
“I wasn’t going to ask that Tiffany.”
“No, but you were wondering it.”
Both the girls were giggling and Robby was wondering if they were aliens. Tiffany slipped off her flats and slipped on Sandy’s heels.
They reached the Mall about noon so they headed to a restaurant at the mall. The waiter held the chairs for all three of them. Robby felt at ease in his role and it showed. They talked about what they would do this weekend. It sounded like it was two days of shopping, and Sunday for relaxing. Tiffany counted the money her Dad had given her twelve twenty dollar bills.
“Dad must really have needed to get away, he gave me over two hundred to shop with. Plus my own money I can see a lot of new clothes coming my way. He is really glad when I find other girls to hang with, he is afraid to leave me alone and I am not into that fishing bit. I am sorry Sandy if I spoiled any plans you had with your daughter, I mean niece.”
“That is ok Tiffany; Marci doesn’t seem to mind do you?”
“No I don’t, I like you Tiffany. I just never had much of a chance to speak with you. It was a big surprise when I ran into you. Why were you coming over?”
“Cause to be truthful, I really like Robby and I felt he liked me too, but I figured you were too afraid to talk to me. I see him as a neat guy, who isn’t afraid to take a stand for things he believes in, but a little afraid or shy of girls. I think Marci can really help him there.”
“While we are being truthful I think Dad likes you too Sandy.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Well Dad aint nevah let me out of his sight for three days before girl, and I saw the way he was lookin at ya. He is probably afraid there is a Mr. Davis. Is there?”
“Was, he left both of us about eight years ago. He divorced me and married his secretary, and yes John ferreted that fact out. Maybe we can trade kids some weekend.”
“Nope, where Marci goes, I go.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?”
“You can say yes,” they both chimed in giggling.
“But really, Robby could use some male influence in his life.”
“Ok girls let’s head to the ladies room, Marci, you need to be sure you sit to take care of your business and roll off some TP no matter what you do dear.”
The three of them headed to the ladies room. They had to wait in queue as the stalls were all occupied, but they got their opportunity to go. The girls let Marci go first. He didn’t need to go as bad but still took this opportunity to empty his bladder. Either the jeans were stretching or he was shrinking under the pressure, or he was just getting better at pulling up the pants but he was getting faster. Still his Mom and Tiffany had beat him out. Robby powdered his nose, forehead and cheek, and repaired his lipstick.
Leaving the restaurant they headed to one of the major stores in the Mall. The first department they came to off the main concourse was the cosmetics. Sandy and Tiffany seemed really excited to be be there and together they moved between counter to counter looking at the samples and charts. Robby saw a chair near one of the displays and sat for a minute. The heels while nice in appearance but were hell on his feet, so he welcomed a chance to sit.
“Hello Sugar, I see you are next.” A lady said to him. “My, what lovely hair and skin you have, it’s nice being young. Well lets get started Sugar. My name is Nancy; I am a makeup and skin care coordinator.”
“I am Marci ma’am.” Robby said rather sheepishly.
“Don’t be shy sugar. It is good seeing girls your age checking out skin care and makeup. Now let me start with our skin care.”
Nancy was really attractive and about twenty-five, Robby thought. She took some kinda makeup wipe and started cleaning off his makeup and went from one potion to another cleansing, toning, and moisturizing his skin. He saw his Mom and Tiffany looking for him, when they saw him he mouthed the word help, but they just smiled at him and watched. Nancy explained what the products were for and how to use them. The skin care felt really good he could feel his skin tingle and get tight but not uncomfortably so. Then she started with the makeup. Sandy paid close attention as Nancy made Robby up.
“You have such lovely skin Sugar, and you need to be careful not to clog your pores with too much makeup. Our base is lighter than most and is real good for young girls. We don’t want you to have an acne outbreak because of your makeup. Your powder was a little dark for your skin dear, this will compliment your natural skin tone and hair color better Sugar. I know your Mom over there, probably wouldn’t let you use this much makeup but we are going to give you the works, just for today.” Nancy said as she went to work selecting colors and blending them on Robby’s face. “I just love your eyes girl they are so expressive, now close them as I use this eye liner on your lids.”
Robby felt a wet brush of sorts trace his lids just behind the lashes both lower and upper.
“Okay open your eyes Sugar. Now I am going to curl you lashes and add some mascara. Now your Mom may not let you use much eye shadow but we will use it today just so you can see how to use it. Use a lighter color here and here then overlay and blend in a darker color like this. It deepens your eyes and makes them more alluring, Sugar. My, my you are such a cutie. Now we take this lip pencil, this color takes your normal auburn hair color and compliments it. Now I trace the outside of your lip and this gives you the illusion of fuller lips. Now your lipstick will be just a shade or two lighter. When possible Sugar, use a brush for your lipstick. I know it’s not always practical but you get a better finish. Just fill in the middle don’t cover the lip pencil dear. Like your Mom use to say stay inside the lines dear. Now you can add a clear gloss for really luscious lips or you can go with just what you have on, either way you’re a real knockout Sugar. Oh I forgot your blush. Take a brush like this get just a little color, we aren’t out to paint your cheeks, we just want to add a hint of color. Start at the ear and brush to and swish it toward the corner of the eye. Voila let me get a picture girl, my bosses like to see the results I get.” She got a Polaroid out and took Robby’s picture. “Now look in this mirror and tell me what you think.”
Robby turned to the mirror indicated and a wow formed on his lips but no sound came out. Robby was mesmerized by what he saw.
“Is it that good Sugar, or are you just lost for words?”
“Oh yes, excuse me Nancy. I love what you did. I can honestly say I ain’t nevah looked this good. What do you think Mom? Tiff?”
“Marci you are lovely, that is a little more makeup than I am comfortable with at your age, but you would look lovely for a special occasion or such. Tiffany what do you think?”
“I am jealous that my sister looks better than I do.”
They each took turns getting made over, Nancy was a master at makeup and sales. Sandy bought a complete set of makeup and just the skin care, lipsticks, compacts, and blushers for Robby and Tiffany.
“You didn’t have to buy all that for me,” Tiffany said.
“Well I couldn’t buy it for one of my daughters and not the other could I?”
Tiffany liked the sound of a woman calling her, her daughter. She was taking a real shinning to Sandy.
“Thank you Mom,” Tiffany said as she hugged Sandy. “I love you Sis,” as she hugged Robby.
Tiffany’s words affected Sandy and Robby; it brought all three of them closer together.
Just past the makeup in this store was the lingerie. Robby would never have been caught dead in this section before, but with encouragement from Sandy and Tiffany he became less self-conscious and actually started liking being here. Two-thirds of the shopping went to Mom, but Tiffany got Robby’s assistance in making a selection or two. Robby got over his embarrassment when Tiffany brought a bra and panty set to him for his opinion. Sandy made a few purchases even for Robby, a couple of sleep shirts, a couple more bras and more panties, on the sly.
Next they hit the Misses Coordinates. Tiff and Robby dug in selecting outfits for Sandy to try on. She let them have their head. Each of them would pull a blouse or skirt or such and hold it up to the other as they dug through rack after rack. Sandy was amazed at Robby’s fashion sense he must have gone through catalogue after catalogue checking out clothes he thought would look good on his Mom to be able to make such brilliant selections. Tiffany was assisting but she even bowed to Robby’s advice. Together they handed Sandy a huge pile of clothes to try on. Their choices were younger looking, smart, sexy and a little too short for her tastes but she tried them on. Not a single pair of slacks or a plain T shirt or blouse. Everything was soft, silky, full of color and simply gorgeous. She didn’t keep anything above mid thigh, but there were plenty of skirts between mid thigh and the knee. She even felt younger as she tried the clothes on.
The girls were enjoying the fashion show that Sandy was putting on. Tiffany brought Robby back into the fitting room and made Sandy try on some of the shorter skirts she had rejected. Feeling a little self conscious she put them on and was persuaded to keep one or two of the mini-skirts, but most of the clothes she tried on looked good on her. Sandy did have some awesome legs as Robby put it and she still had a young figure. They made her keep on one of the shorter outfits and a silky blouse, and packed her frumpy comfortable clothes in a bag.
Hitting the racks again she was finally rewarded with some slacks and shorts, they were nothing like her favorite clothes though. Some were even like the clothes she had gotten Robby in. She guessed what was good for the goose was good for the gander. She found herself getting caught up in their enthusiasm. It was becoming difficult to realize that one of the girls was a friend of her son, the other was her son and not her own girls.
They then hit the misses dresses. Robby was really showing bright here. The dresses he picked were really quite nice, and flattered her appearance. Her son was important enough for her to give all this a try. Tiffany not having a mom, hadn’t had an opportunity like this either and was really into it to. She might be able to help Tiffany out with mother like duties. There were a few questions she would like to ask her.
After four hours of Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, shopping. Sandy maneuvered the girls to the 5’s, 7’s, and 9’s sections for Tiffany. Robby showed a good eye here too as he helped select stuff for Tiffany. Tiffany gave as good as she got though and dared Robby to try some of her selections out. Robby looked trapped and finally relented. His first change into a short skirt and blouse took a while, but his subsequent changes came rapid fire. One blouse Tiff chose was a white chiffon blouse with puffy long sleeves for him was buttoned up the back. Tiffany helped him dress in that one. Sandy told Robby to set that blouse aside and a black mini-skirt he had tried earlier and went off to get a camisole that would flatter him and the blouse. When Sandy got back the kids were fawning over some other clothes. She handed the camisole to Tiffany and whispered in her ear.
Robby came out in that blouse, camisole and skirt, next.
“Leave that combination on Robby I like that on you.” Sandy said.
The sales lady pulled all the tags. Robby came out with four blouses, three skirts, two shorts, a pair of slacks with a flat front, that zipped up the back. Tiffany really came out big, Sandy bought her some really nice clothes too. About twice what Robby got but these were her everyday clothes. Tiffany gave her a big hug when Sandy paid. They made a quick trip out to the Buick and hit the mall again.
Robby was slowing down and walking more gingerly than either Sandy or Tiffany, but he didn’t complain. Some of that was the skirt he was wearing, but the heels had to be giving him a pain. They talked to Robby about wearing a skirt and how to move about in one. He paid close attention to what they were saying. Sandy led them to a different restaurant and the girls were glad to have a seat.
“These heels are hell on my feet Robby, I can just imagine how your feet feel,” Tiffany complained.
“Yes my feet hurt also, but I was determined to carry through on my part. Mom I know this may be strange but I like wearing some of these clothes. I don’t understand it.”
“Women’s clothes for the most part are made to feel good; they seduce the wearer and the looker. Unfortunately the heels just make you look good, and they don’t really feel all that good.”
“But does it make me gay because I like wearing these clothes.”
“Not at all Robby, you did it originally to gain my compliance in dressing better. Do you like girls, would you rather make out with a girl or a boy?”
“I don’t think I could make out with a boy Mom, I am really turned on by a nicely dressed girl. I know I wouldn’t want to dress this way all the time, but it has been nice today, and I think I could hang with it for this weekend.”
“Thank you, I like you both ways Robby, it would be nice if I could have a sister sometimes, and a boyfriend most of the time. Would you be my boyfriend Robby, please?”
Robby blushed and leaned over as if to whisper into her ear and kissed it. Tiffany hugged Robby and giggled.
“Well you are right about one thing Robby, John expects Marci to spend the weekend with Tiffany, not Robby so you will have to tough it out.”
“I figured that out Mom, its ok Tiffany has been pretty cool about it, and I like her. I am pretty cool about the clothes too; I know I need them if I am going to spend the next two days this way. I think I might like doing this at different times too.”
“Robby I know I shouldn’t have done this to you, but I want you to know how proud I am of you. The way you have withstood this and stuck to your guns is inspiring. I know it’s unusual for guys your age to be into fashion, but you should really consider a career in fashion. I think you would excel in it. Think about taking tailoring and fashion next year at high school but remember it won’t make you popular with the guys.”
“I know Mom, I already have a hard time because I am so small and I like my hair long, but mostly I try to stay invisible. When I do that I don’t have as much trouble. I do draw pictures Mom. I have a lot at home you haven’t seen. I will show you when we get home. Tiffany I like you but I don’t think I would ever have gotten the nerve to speak to you. I always thought about how pretty you are. Why me?”
“You were always nice to me Robby. When you meet me you look me in the eye, not starring at my chest or legs. I never felt you were trying to get in my panties,” Tiffany giggled and turned red before continuing to speak, “You are a nice guy and believe me there are a few girls out there that want you, so I just made my move. I kinda liked that you would go to this sort of extreme for your Mom, she is very pretty.”
“My clothes aren’t that bad, Tiffany.”
“It is not bad for a grand mother or for some of the time, but you live all the time dressed in cutesy stuff Mom. You never dressed nice, at least not since Dad left. I know he took out a lot of your spirit Mom; he ripped out my heart too. He hasn’t seen you or me in six years. You are beautiful Mom get out there and shine. I would wear sack cloth shirts and pants if it got you to dress up.”
“He is right Sandy, your as beautiful as my mom was, you need to look as young and sexy as you can be.”
They finished eating and made a trip to the ladies room, and then hit the mall again they hit shoe stores next. Sandy found some moderate heels between two and three quarter inch heels to three inch heels she bought quite a few of these matching them to what she remembered of the clothes she bought. She found one style that matched for all three of them a blue satin sling back with a three inch heel. She also got Robby a pair of Mary Jane flats for him.
Robby began to notice that since dinner Tiffany was always so close to him, touching him, looking at him, and talking to him. Their little show and tell session had amazed Robby and he was glad for Tiffany’s company.
“Honey while we are at the mall and dressed up can I get a portrait of you like this? I just can’t believe how beautiful you are,” Sandy asked.
“I guess Mom as long as I can get one of you like you are.”
“Tiffany, we can get a portrait of you for your Dad too.”
“Yes Ma’am, I think Dad would really love that.”
The photographer did a lot of walk in business and we didn’t have long to wait. They did three individual shots, Robby and Sandy, Tiffany and Sandy, Robby and Tiffany and then a group shot. They were told that the proofs would be ready for selection on Monday.
The last stop at the mall was at a piercing boutique. Tiffany egged Robby to get his ears pierced. He relented to a single piercing but wound up with two gold ball studs in each ear. Sandy had never had her ears pierced so she got a single piercing. They were told to leave those studs in for at least two weeks before changing them and had to have a stud in full time for a month before they could go without earrings. Tiffany bought a bunch of new earrings.
Eight hours at the mall began to show on Robby so they decided to head on home. The trunk and back seat were full of bags. Everything was dumped in the living room for sorting except for Tiffany’s suitcase which went into the guest room. Robby plopped down on the couch exhausted but Tiffany made him stand and sit like a lady.
He finally got a chance to kick off his heels though Tiff sat on one side of him and Sandy the other and they sorted through their bags. They had another fashion show as they tried on all their purchases. They changed their clothes right there in the living room. Robby was treated no differently than any girl and changed his clothes right there where they were.
He didn’t blush as Sandy and Tiffany undressed and tried on their things. Tiffany was big chested for a fourteen year old a 34C all most as big as Sandy who was a 36D. Robby looked scrawny next to them. He tried on the few clothes he had gotten and modeled them for the girls. He finished with the satin sleep shirt. Tiffany got one of her night gowns on as Sandy did the same.
Tiffany had Robby sit on the floor in front of her and proceeded to brush his hair out. His Mom got the nail polish they had used on his fingers and did his toe nails. Tiffany started to work his hair into a French braid. Robby then painted his mom’s and Tiffany’s toes. They cleaned their makeup off and taught Robby how to use his skin care products. Robby had to promise to use them three times a day regardless of whether he looked like a boy or a girl.
Over three bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream they watched the late Friday movie, Never Been Kissed, cuddled together on the couch. It was like a real sleep over.
“Promise me that you won’t engage in any Monkey business and I will leave you two alone.” Sandy said.
“We won’t, Sandy.”
“I promise Mom.”
Tiffany cuddled close to Robby as the Late, Late movie started. Robby never had, had his arm around a girl before but it felt good. They both got a little bored with the movie and started a petting session. Tiffany slid on Robby’s lap and they started a tongue hockey session. She ground her breasts into his chest, but he kept his hands in safe areas like her waist and back. She leaned back and looked into Robby’s eyes and moved one of his hands to her hip.
“We aren’t going to screw but we can feel each other a little Robby. I love the feel of your satin sleep shirt. Just hold me now.”
Robby caressed her all over. Her nightgown was layers and layers of soft silky nylon. It was very uncomfortable in his panties, but he made no effort. She was purring in his ear as he drifted off to sleep.
Sandy checked on the two kids about two hours later and they were both asleep in each others arms Tiffany on Robby’s lap and her head on his chest. She covered them with an afghan and cut the TV and lights off. She left the bathroom door cracked and its light on before she retired.
(to be continued)
Robby continues to amaze his Mom and his new girlfriend Tiffany. He becomes more like a girl and his drawing becomes more life like, and spectacular.
Drawn Together Ch. 2
by
Paula Dillon
Saturday Sandy woke up first. Tiffany had been in Robby’s lap last night now Robby was cuddled up in Tiffany’s lap. She just sat there watching them. It was so cute seeing her son in a French braid being held by a girl. Sandy got up and made a pot of coffee. When she returned to her seat Tiffany was awake. Tiff held a finger to her lips to hush her. She seemed to enjoy holding Robby. She handed Tiff the cup of coffee and got another for herself.
Sandy got her Polaroid camera out and took a picture. Tiffany smiled for the pic and the flash didn’t bother Robby. Tiffany slid Robby’s butt off her lap but then his mouth was at her breast level. Tiffany had a shocked expression as his mouth covered her hard nipple through the nightgown. Sandy couldn’t resist another pic. Sandy pantomimed pulling her nightgown to expose her nipple to Tiffany. She blushed at the suggestion but then managed to accomplish it without waking Robby. He latched on to her nipple like a nursing baby. Sandy took another picture getting a good shot of his mouth on her nipple. She pantomimed sleep to Tiffany and took the coffee cups away. Tiffany closed her eyes and laid her hear back on the couch. His sucking on her tit was wonderful but she figured what was coming next.
“Robby!!! What do you think you are doing young man?”
The two kids startled at the loud noise, but Tiffany kept her nipple firmly plugged in his mouth.
“Robby! How could you,” Tiffany parroted.
Robby finally awake enough to be cognizant realized he had Tiffany’s breast in his mouth and flushed beat red. He tried to pull away but Tiffany had firm control of his head. He finally made his escape from her grasp and began muttering his embarrassed apologies. He was in tears when he heard the giggles of his Mom and Tiffany. The two girls mobbed him in a hug and dried his tears.
“We love you Robby. We set you up for that dear; you looked so cute suckling on Tiffany.”
He finally calmed down and started giggling himself. It felt good to be held by these two girls.
“I love you Mom, Tiffany. I would never do anything to hurt you two.”
Robby was nearly half chocked to death when he mentioned Tiffany’s name and love. She planted a big kiss on his mouth.
“Ok you two come up for air. Robby go take a shower and try not to get your hair wet. Tiffany and I will make breakfast.”
Robby got up and headed for his bathroom. Tiffany and Sandy headed to the kitchen.
“That was fun Tiffany did you enjoy it.”
“Yes Sandy, to tell you the truth it felt so good as he sucked on my tit.”
“Let me ask you a mother/daughter type question. When was the last time you saw an OB/GYN?”
“I haven’t, it’s kinda hard to tell daddy I need to see a female type doctor. I would be very embarrassed, doing it. If you know what I mean.”
“I know the feeling dear; I will talk to your dad and make an appointment for you if you want. If you ever need someone to help you with girl type things Tiffany just ask me. I can honestly say I love you like you were mine. I know you love my Robby too, please don’t hurt him.”
“I won’t I promise, he is so different from most boys. It is refreshing, and thank you so much.”
Tiffany and Sandy hugged.
“I don’t mind you two getting involved with hands and such, but I don’t want you two becoming early parents. There is plenty of time for sex when you two are much older, if you two stay together.”
“I know Sandy, and I have a strange feeling that we will be together for a long time.”
“I feel that way too, but don’t hurry your relationship along too much.”
“Thanks Sandy.”
Robbi bounced down to the kitchen dressed in a powder blue long sleeve silk blouse, a gray twill mini-skirt tan pantyhose and his black Mary Jane’s. His hair needed some work but he was cute. They had scrambled eggs and English muffins with strawberry preserves. After breakfast Robbi cleared the table while Sandy and Tiffany hit the showers. He put on his Mom’s apron and had the kitchen clean before either girl made it down stairs so he started to work on his makeup.
He had done a fair job when Sandy and Tiffany came down the stairs. They both had mini skirts on. Sandy had on a pleated tweed skirt in a medium gray and a powder blue silky scoop neck tank. Tiffany had on a Kelly green stretchy mini and a royal blue cashmere tank. Robbi whistled at the two, it was good to see his mom dressed this way. He got frustrated though when he went to give Tiffany a hug and her chin bumped his forehead, she was wearing her three inch heels.
He ran upstairs and came back down in his four inch pumps. Sandy thought his legs and butt look much better like that. Tiffany was still taller but Robby came up to her forehead. She had Robby sit down and undid his braid, brushed his hair out and redid the French braid. It looked much better. She tied it off with a pink ribbon that hung between his shoulder blades. Sandy touched up his makeup, they got their purses and then they were ready.
Today at the mall, they alternated between fine clothing stores and cheaper stores. Robby proved he had a good eye time and again. He showed no fear entering dressing rooms and seemed to really enjoy modeling clothes as much as watching the other girl’s model for him. A couple of times he wound up sharing a dressing room with his Mom and with Tiffany without embarrassment. They made fewer purchases today just picking up essentials and accessories but they had a marvelous time. Nobody suspected that Robby was anything but what he appeared to be a teenage girl shopping with her sister and Mom.
They walked by a shoe store that had some incredibly tall heels he just had to try. He was tired of being the shortest of the three. With the four inch heels on his head came up to Tiffany’s forehead. The shoes he tried on had really precarious six inch heels. He had to mince as he walked and they were really more taxing on his feet but his mom went ahead and bought them for him. He looked incredibly sexy in them and it was hard to believe he was just fourteen. He stayed in them for about an hour before he changed back to the four inch heels.
They stopped by a bookstore Robby found a couple of sci-fi novels he was looking for and he also picked up a copy of Cosmo, Seventeen magazines, a Spiegel’s catalogue, a book on fashion design and one on tailoring. Robby stopped at an art supplies store and bought a drawing pad some art pencils and charcoal. Sandy took them to the food court for drinks and Robby started drawing. Sandy knew he liked to draw, but never paid much attention to how good he was. His current model was a college age girl sitting at the food court, just relaxing. In just twenty minutes he had a very nice drawing of the girl. He signed it Robbi with a little heart dotting the i. He carefully removed it from the pad and walked over to the girl and presented it to her. She just gushed over the drawing and invited Robbi to sit.
“I am with my mom and a girlfriend right now.”
“Ok would they mind if I join them then.”
“Sandy waved them over and the girl joined them.”
“I am Robbi; this is my mom Sandy Davis and my girlfriend Tiffany Thomas.”
“Hi I am Christy Benson. I just love the picture Robbi drew of me. I am going to have it framed and matted here at the mall and put it up on my wall.”
Christy sat and talked with them for about twenty minutes. They were as thick as thieves while they were together. Christy’s boyfriend showed up and she showed him Robbi’s drawing of her. They headed off to get it framed.
Robby saw another Lady standing by a store and started drawing her, this drawing was more of a fashion drawing as he experimented with her clothing. He drew her in a full length flowing gown with a ribbon tied in a bow just beneath her augmented breasts and the ends of the ribbon hanging down to the middle of her thighs. She was gone before he finished but the drawing was excellent. Sandy took the group to a fabric store and had Robby and Tiffany look for fabric swatches that would compliment that drawing. They could find nothing to do the drawing justice and were headed back when the store owner asked if she could help. The three came to where Sandy was standing and holding his pad. He showed the lady his drawing.
“What I envisioned was something in lavender four layers deep. It is fitted at the bust and just flows like water beneath this ribbon. The top layer would be fairly transparent and each layer beneath a little more opaque with the bottom layer an opaque nylon tricot or chiffon. The ribbon would be a darker shade of lavender.”
“That would be gorgeous my dear let me call my suppliers and see if I can get you some swatches.”
Sandy started looking at some of the professional sewing machines and bought one of the better machines and about twenty yards total of different type fabrics, and arranged to have them delivered to their home.
Sandy treated them all to dinner; she was amazed how comfortable her son seemed in his role. She was also amazed at Tiffany; she was really into Robby as Marci, and also as himself. She was amazed at herself how she took to Tiffany. John had been so handsome, he seemed to be a good father, and Tiffany made sure she knew he was available. She was even amazed at her son how could he have such a talent and she overlooked it. She was ashamed she never knew.
“Robby tell me how do you really feel about all this? I mean you looking and dressing like this. Did I force you into this or is this something you wanted to do?”
“Mom I never wanted to dress like this. I was a little shocked that you pushed me into a corner like that, but I am not mad about it. I could have gone my whole life and never have dressed as a girl. Now that I have tried it though, I like it. I have never been treated so good by people who don’t know me. I would have never known how much I like the way the clothes look and feel on me, and I might not ever had made such a friend in Tiffany. Besides in my heels I am almost normal sized for my age.”
“Now don’t say such a thing Robby. I had already made my mind up about you. I was going to have you as a boyfriend regardless. I am just so glad I can have you as a girlfriend too. I can’t explain it either Sandy.”
They finished their meal and made for the exit. On the way out they passed a specialty lingerie shop.
“Wait here kiddos.” Sandy said as she went inside
Robby took this time to draw. Tiffany was his model time. He already knew the nuances of her face, the slope of her shoulders, her pert breasts (he knew them a little better now), her slim waist, the flair of her hips and her long slender legs. Tiffany tried to look over his shoulder but he kept his pad between them.
Sandy was inside for about twenty minutes before she rejoined them. She looked over Robby’s shoulder. Damn he is good. He was drawing Tiffany in a fashion pose, and showed her in a cocktail dress that came to just above her knee. The bodice and oh so narrow waist were fitted and the skirt flared out. Sandy giggled when she realized that her son had enhanced Tiffany’s already ample breasts. Yep he is still a boy that is for sure.
“She would need a very good corset to look like that Robby but that is a very nice Drawing of her.”
“Let me see Robby please.”
“Just a couple of more minutes Tiffany.”
Robby’s hands moved with skill and precision, as he added a few final touches that brought the drawing to life, and pop out of the paper. Again he singed it Robbi with a little heart dotting the i. That was so cute. He carefully pulled it out of the pad and gave it to Tiffany. She looked at the drawing and her eyes began to mist. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.
“Ok kiddos if ya’ll get anymore friendly, you’ll need to get a room.”
Robby and Tiffany both blushed at that and broke from their activities. On their way out they saw a frame shop. Tiffany took her picture and hurried on in. Sandy and Robby followed close behind her. Tiffany was showing the lady her picture.
“I would recommend just a simple two tier mat for it, a buff green mat over a burgundy mat. I will bevel all the edges and spray the drawing with a fixative. It will cost twenty five dollars. Such a lovely picture dear, this is the second one by this artist I have seen today. Who is this Robbi?”
“Her,” Tiffany said pointing.
“Ahh the artist herself, hi I am Alice, Alice Cooper, and yes my parents had a tremendous sense of humor. I had to grow up listening to Alice Cooper.”
“We’re not worthy,” Sandy quipped.
Sandy and Alice just broke out laughing, Robby and Tiffany just had a confused looks on their faces.
“I am Robbi Davis, this is my mother Sandy and this is my friend Tiffany Thomas.”
“Got anymore in your art pad dear, come on let Alice see.” Alice said in a pushy manner.
Robby pulled out his other drawing and showed Alice.
“Wow this is nice dear, but you didn’t sign it.”
Robby took out his art pencil and signed it, with his classic signature.
“I did that as a fashion illustration, I am going to try to make that dress.”
“Honey if you don’t make it in fashion, you could most definitely make it as an artist, and I have no doubts that you will succeed in fashion design. You have excellent taste. I need you to set up a booth some weekend outside my shop and draw your pictures. I could sell lots of mat jobs.”
Alice set the picture next to Tiffany’s and sprayed them with what smelled like hair spray. “This is fixative dear it will help keep your drawings from smearing; it makes them easier for me to handle without ruining them. Never fix em till you are finished with em honey.” She then centered and taped the drawings on heavy illustration board. She measured the usable drawing area and calculated the mat size and started cutting various colored mat boards. “What color would this dress be honey?”
“I pictured it as lavender with a darker lavender ribbon just below the bust. The gown has four layers each just a little more opaque than the one above it.”
“Honey that dress would make some girl, the bell of the ball, at a prom. Ok how is this board for the lighter lavender, and this for the over mat,” Alice asked holding up two mat boards.
“I love those shades Alice.”
Alice worked fast in no time at all both prints appeared presentable. “No charge for your mat job Robbi I feel we are going to be doing big business together,” Alice said handing Robbi a card. “And really I would like to sponsor you for a drawing session out in the mall, honey please call me. Mother’s Day is in 3 weeks, keep that in mind.”
“How much should I charge for something like this?”
“That would be hard to say, forty to eighty dollars more if there were several kids in the picture. Say forty for a single person and another ten to twenty per additional person. How long did these pictures take you?”
“About thirty minutes.”
“You could make four to five hundred a day maybe more. You need to charge more the more detailed the drawing, and enhance the people’s looks when possible, without making them look too different, like you did with Tiffany here. Her waist in the drawing is a little narrower and her bust a little more prominent but the overall effect is outstanding. Oh and dress as sharply as you are now. The better looking you are the easier it will be to part your customers from their cash.”
“Set it up for this weekend Saturday and Sunday, Ten to nine, with two hours off, nine hours each day Alice. I am going to make some sample drawings for you to display during the week if that would be ok. Tiffany can I leave your drawing here for a couple of weeks?”
“Sure that is great, I will be here to help ya.”
“Sounds like a plan. What name do you want to go by dear?”
“Just Robbi, that’s all.”
Robbi hurried to the art store and bought some better paper and more art supplies. He had made sure to buy about six cans of spray fix. Then they headed home.
“Mom and Tiffany find a bunch of pictures of various hairstyles on the internet. You know Wedding hair, Prom hair, fantasy hair, that type stuff, and gown designs so I can study them this week, and make some sample pictures. I like the Idea of mixing Fashion looks with Fantasy looks. What do you two think?”
“Sounds Great honey, you are really getting into this aren’t you?”
“I am sorry I forgot to ask first, I just realized. Is it ok for me to do this?”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea. We will need to get you some more clothes though I can already see that,” Sandy said.
Tiffany jumped in there, “How about a leather mini-skirt with a green or blue blouse, those six inch heels he bought today off black sheer pantyhose, big drop earrings, bangles and that big hair he wore yesterday. That should be one of your sample drawings a sort of fantasy self portrait. Stop by my house Sandy for just a second.”
“Ok. I got something that will enhance his image. I will show you when we get home.”
They stopped at Tiffany’s house and she ran in and got her digital camera, before resuming their trip home. It took fewer trips to unload the car and everybody sat down to rest.
“Tiffany take Robby to his room and take his blouse and bra off and make sure his chest is hairless, clean and dry, then blindfold him. I will be up shortly.”
Robby was stunned at the request and even Tiffany was looking askance at the directive, but they quickly complied. Tiffany not only checked his chest, but everywhere above his waist. She shaved a few hairs off. She cleaned his chest real good and dried it. Tiffany then blindfolded Robby with one of his clean T-shirts, and had him lie down. Robby heard the door open and a few minutes later he felt a heavy mass placed on one side of his chest and then the other it felt sticky and heavy. His hands were restrained by Tiffany to keep him from exploring his chest. He then felt something wet being spread around on his chest and a heavy weight set on both sides. After a few minutes he was made to stand. He still had his FM heels on, he felt that his center of gravity had shifted, and he was led to where his dresser mirror would be. The blindfold was removed and as his eyes adjusted he saw huge tits on his chest.
“Oh my god, I know they aren’t real but they look so life like. They are humongous.”
“They are not humongous they are not much bigger than Tiffany’s, a little bigger maybe but not much.”
Sandy took a tape measure and took Robbi’s measurements and for good measure Tiffany’s.
“Ok the way I work it out. I am a 36D, Tiffany is a 34C, and you are now a 32D. That is only about an inch more at the nipples than Tiffany, and eight inches wider at the chest than Robby.”
Sandy helped him into a new bra she had bought. It was a shelf bra that gave his breasts a platform to rest on. The band of the bra was a little tighter around the chest and the straps dug into his shoulders a little more. It felt a little better when Sandy adjusted the straps a little. He shook his shoulders a little and his tits swayed back and forth. That would take a lot of getting use to. He looked and saw that the edges of the breast forms were almost invisible covered in a heavy makeup that matched his skin tone well. Next he put on a silky blouse that was a pull over and had a deep V neckline. You could see the curves of his breasts plainly.
“You will need to blend your foundation more down your throat and chest now, but they will look natural.”
“How do I get them off?”
“It is only a short duration adhesive; you will need to redo it everyday or so. I also have a remover dear. This will make you look more mature dear, closer to your mental age I think. What do you think of Robbi now Tiffany.”
“To tell the truth, I am a little jealous. She looks marvelous.”
“Oh let me get my pictures,” Robbi said reaching behind his dresser, pulling four art pads out. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”
Robby found he had to be more careful going down the stairs. His weight had shifted decidedly forward now and he was forced to walk with his back straighter. He jiggled as he went down the stairs now.
Three of the art pads were 16X20 and one was 24X30. He set these on the table and they went through them one at a time.
“I am ashamed of myself Robby, I knew you liked to doodle and draw but I never knew you were so good.”
A lot of the pictures were of Sandy, all of those she was dressed so nicely, her hair so pretty. She looked quite fetching in the pictures. Others pictures were of other people Sandy recognized a few. He drew men as well as women and children. If she had known she would have gotten him lessons and kept him well supplied in art supplies. Most of the pictures were unsigned. Sandy sorted out the best of those. In his newest books were not a few pictures he had drawn of Tiffany. He had really made an effort to bring out her best qualities. The same kind of effort Sandy had seen in the ones he did of her. They were his fashion pictures. Where had he learned so much about dresses, they were gorgeous!
“Where did you learn so much about fashion Hun, you have drawn some very lovely dresses? I don’t have anything as nice as these.”
“Neither do I, but I sure would like to have a few of them. You were smitten by me weren’t you? I kinda wished you would have said something, but I know you were probably too shy.”
“I have never had many friends, most of my friends are girls but I just don’t fit their image of Prince Charming. Most girls my age are taller and bigger than I am. That is why I like wearing my heels around you Tiff. I just don’t see anything in me that would make a girl like me,” Robby said hanging his head down, crying softly.
“I like you because you treat me special when I am around you. You are a nice guy Robby. So what if I am taller and bigger than you. It’s your heart that makes you different, you treat people as if they are all important, and you do a marvelous job at sucking a nipple, Ooooh wee.” Tiffany said giggling and blushing.
Robbi gave her a mock punch in the arm.
“Be nice we got some pictures too. You wouldn’t want those to get out around at high school would you,” Tiffany said.
“Mother, Tiffany is not playing nice. Spank her.”
“Ok Tiffany lay across my lap.”
Tiffany was shocked by the suggestion but she complied just to see what would happen. She felt her face flush when Sandy actually pulled up her skirt leaving her pantyhose and panties exposed. Sandy gave her five good pops on her butt. They stung but didn’t hurt. She couldn’t explain it but she kinda liked it. She felt Sandy actually cared for her. Afterwards she was made to sit in Sandy’s lap and hug her. Yeah right. She did that because she wanted to.
She whispered in Sandy’s ear, “If I am ever bad or I hurt you or Robby you have my permission to spank me Sandy. I love both of you.”
Tiffany made Robby sit down and she sat on his lap and hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Anytime you want to spank me like that just tell me. I love you lots. I may even spank you too.” She then stuck her tongue in his ear.
Robby was beet red, Sandy couldn’t hear what Tiffany said to him but she could just imagine it.
They went through his pictures and chose two of his mom, two of Tiffany, two of guys, two of other women and four of children boys and girls. Those of the guys were nice but he didn’t use the same care as he did pictures of women and children. His forte was definitely drawing women, but his children’s pictures were full of life and vigor. He signed them Robbi in what was becoming his classic signature.
They were interrupted by the door bell, Sandy went to get it. It was the sewing machine and the cabinet for the sewing machine. They went into one of the downstairs rooms they used as an office. They set it up and insured that it worked, before they left.
“Sandy how long would it take to give Robby a big hair do he really ought to do a self portrait like he did ours.”
“It might take an hour and a half but it would just be a waste so late in the day. Do you think you could give yourself a fantasy hair do, Robby and draw yourself as a woman, without looking the part?”
“Maybe open the hall closet and I will sit in front of the mirror there. Get me some light and let me give it a try.”
Tiffany thumbed through Robby’s Cosmo magazine and found a picture she was looking for. “Try to use a pose similar to this one Robby.”
Robby stood in front of the mirror and turned this way and that striking several poses watching his shadows and form. He tried to look into the soul of the woman he saw, and then he became the woman he saw.
Tiffany and Sandy were thunderstruck by the transformation in Robby. He had fit into a roll before and took to it like a fish in the water, but in the second that he shifted he actually became the fish. He had grace and poise.
He changed into the six inch heels and grabbed his pencil and 24X30 pad and began drawing. He spent a lot of time getting the eyes, nose and mouth right then the rest just started flowing. He drew a graceful pose, long elegant arms with dainty hands, and long shapely legs. The figure was nude but he started clothing it in a spectacular wispy flowing gown. The gown had a deep V with the graceful curves of the breast exposed, the bodice was smocked to an oh so narrow waist. The sleeves were puffy cap sleeves at the shoulder and then tight fitted from the armpit to the wrist with lace overlaid. The voluminous skirt gave the impression of layer upon layer upon layer of a soft gossamer material. The bodice formed V down to his crotch to his waist. His hair was enormous flowing out from his scalp down almost to his knees. He had worked on the drawing for about an hour and a half.
This was Robby’s best drawing to date. The woman in the drawing was sexy and sophisticated. She just oozed femininity and sensuality. You would swear you could see here breath. It was her face that was the center of attention. Her eyes, lips, cheeks, and nose were perfect. The large earrings were dainty and graceful. She wore a three strand pearl choker around her throat. Her shoulders sloped gently. Words just failed to describe the woman they saw. The amount of detail one could see under close inspection was incredible. It was easy to see Robby in the drawing but at the same time you would never guess it was him.
Tiffany took the drawing pad and stood it on the hall table. She carefully squared the camera to the drawing and at the highest resolution the camera had took several pictures of the drawing. She took shots of all the drawings signed Robbi about forty five shots. She then loaded the contents of the 256 meg memory chip onto the hard drive on Sandy’s computer and burned several CD’s with those pictures.
“Tell me Robby how much would you want for a portrait like your self portrait,” Tiffany asked.
Robby looked closely at the picture and thought about it, “Oh about $1500 there is a lot of detail in that drawing, not that anybody would ever pay that much.”
They spent some time going over the rest of the pictures, developing a pricing schedule according to the amount of work involved. They sprayed fixative on all the prints, and organized them. They had forty dollars to two hundred dollars and then the fifteen hundred dollar portraits.
Tiffany then went online and started searching gowns and hairstyles for Robby. She was very good at making the internet work for her. Sandy helped make the selections they saved. Robby was alright on the internet but he couldn’t compare himself to Tiff in this field. So he messed with the sewing machine. He had never used one before but followed the instructions and had it going. He had plenty of fabric to work with. The manual had a small tutorial that taught him how to use it. He went to his mother’s room and found an old dress that was too small for her and way out of date. He brought it to the office and turned it inside out and studied how it was sewn. It was a very nice dress but about ten years out of style. Tiffany and Sandy would look over at him every now and then to see what he was up to.
He went through several of Sandy’s dresses doing that to them. He took off his skirt and looked closely at it too. He was caught up in what he was doing and soon he was checking out his blouse and bra. His mom got up and got her lacy silky peignoir she wore on her wedding night. It was made up of many layers and was as close to some of his designs as anything she had and handed it to him. He studied it as intently as a doctor would study a patient. The girls giggled as he put it on and saw how it draped his body. Sandy helped him on with the robe and tied the ribbon that came beneath the bust into a bow. She then took the braid out of his hair and combed it out with her fingers. Tiffany had gotten his brush and Sandy brushed out his hair till it draped down past his shoulders. They led him over to the hall mirror and let him look at himself. He swished too and fro in a magic of the moment.
“Go to bed Sandy,” Tiffany said in almost an order, “I promise to take care of him, and we won’t be making like rabbits.”
Sandy hugged Tiffany and then her son, “You two take care, I trust you both.”
Tiffany escorted Robbi to the couch. She sat down and had Robbi sit in her lap. Robbi smoothed the peignoir beneath her as she sat on Tiffany’s lap. They kissed and felt each other for a long time. They had passion but it wasn’t wanton. Getting late she escorted him to the bathroom and helped him with his peignoir so he could take care of his business. She told him to keep the panties and pantyhose on. She cleaned the makeup from her face and Robby’s face, and then took care of business while Robby stood there.
She took Robby to his room. She sat on his bed and unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her front opening bra and started to nurse him. It felt so good to her. After about twenty minutes she shifted him over to the other breast for him to suckle he kept falling asleep but by stroking his cheek he kept suckling. He finally fell deeply asleep. She arranged him comfortably on the bed and pulled the covers over him. She buttoned up her blouse her nipples were tender from being sucked so long, but she felt indescribably good and spooned up with him on the bed. Shortly she was snoring softly.
Tiffany woke while being softly shaken her eyes opened to see Sandy smiling. She reached up and hugged her, kissing her cheek. Sandy helped Tiffany stand and together they went down stairs to the kitchen where a fresh brewed pot of coffee waited. It was about eight. Robby was still soundly asleep. Tiffany realized that her bra was open and unbuttoned her blouse so that she could hook her bra. And re-button her badly wrinkled blouse.
“That was amazing Tiffany it was like he became a different person when he did his self-portrait. I looked at it this morning and I just can’t believe it.”
“It didn’t end when he finished Sandy; I think he was the feminine Robbi when he went to sleep. He was incredibly tender. We never got undressed but my panties got wet and sticky several times I know I didn’t wet myself I just can’t explain it. I felt a flood of warmth; I shuddered and then was all tingly all over.”
“That my girl, was an orgasm. Wonderful aren’t they. I wonder who will get out of bed today?”
“I don’t know, but it was fun. I hope it doesn’t hurt him mentally.”
“I don’t think it will.”
They heard a tha-dump from upstairs. “Did he still have those stilettos on when he went to bed?”
“Yes he did.”
“Well I think it is Robby with a Y then,” Sandy giggled.
It took about five minutes of waiting for Robby to come downstairs and reach the kitchen, still dressed in the peignoir.
“Morning Momma,” he said with a hug, “Morning Tiffany,” hugging her also.
“Momma I know you didn’t give me this to wear last night, why did I put it on?”
“We were kinda wondering that ourselves Honey.”
“I don’t know it just kinda felt so right to do it.”
“You were like a different person, Robby, when you went to do your self portrait. It was like you became the adult woman named Robbi. Sort of like you had a multiple personalities.”
“No it’s not multiple personalities. I was fully aware of what happened but it was like I took a back seat while a part of me took over. She told me how she wanted to look. That isn’t right. There is the male me and the female me. I was whole for that time. I knew how the woman inside me wanted her picture to look. There were two parts of me working together to draw that picture. I needed both parts of me to do what I did. I now know that I won’t ever fully commit to one or the other but seek to be both. Does that make sense and can the two of you live with that.”
“That makes more sense than you realize son, and yes I can take you anyway you want to be,” Sandy said.
“Robby I love you both ways; I can take what ever you want to give me. I was just afraid that… I don’t know. I just want you to be alright.”
“Just one thing Tiffany never put me to bed again wearing these monster heels please, or I might just have to spank you.”
“Promises, promises. Alright dear I promise to take better care of you. Let’s take it easy till about two today and then take those drawings over to Alice’s so she can prepare them. We will need to figure what you will need for next weekend, and you need some more clothes if you are going to do this.”
“Sounds like a plan Tiff, Ok with you Momma.”
“I like you calling me Momma when we are alone or with very close friends. That is part of your female persona coming out right.”
Robby blushed and smiled. “Yes Momma, I guess it is.”
“Ok then we will laze around till about noon and start getting ready.”
Robby got out his books on tailoring and fashion design to read while he sat on the couch. He was joined by Tiff in her baby doll, she snuggled up to him and watched TV. Sandy was in the office going over the pictures they had saved from the internet, and set about organizing them. Robby got some fabric a fine needle and thread and started practicing hand stitches. He had a good eye and developed a nice stitching technique.
Sandy made lunch for them at about eleven and then Robby headed to the shower. He shaved his arms, legs and underarms. He washed and conditioned his long hair. He dried himself off and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. It was hard for him to believe what he had gone through in just the last few days. He touched his breasts and wished they had feelings, but he definitely liked their appearance. He wrapped a towel around himself and went to his room. He put his bra on, it wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be, and his panties, he really loved the panties. He then dashed to find his mom.
“Momma will you roll my hair like you did before.”
“Sure baby lets go to my room.”
The three headed to Sandy’s room. She plugged in her hot rollers and started combing out his hair. Tiffany took one side and Sandy took the other. In no time he was rolled up.
“Get dressed baby, let us get our showers and we will all start getting ready.”
Robbi headed back to her room as Sandy and Tiffany hit the showers. Robbi put on her silkiest blouse, pantyhose, she loved and hated them, padded girdle, a matching skirt and her three inch heels. She took her makeup and tried to do his best on his own. She liked doing this for herself. She took care of her skin care routine, cleanse, tone and moisturize. Then she started her makeup. She worked very hard on her eyes; mascara and eye shadow went a long way. She was pleasantly surprised with the results. She added her foundation, powder, a little blush and penciling her brow. She couldn’t explain it, she just loved doing this. She looked strange with her hair in rollers but her face was lovely.
Sandy and Tiffany were still occupied in the shower while Robbi waited, so she began sketching. She loved drawing. She started sketching Alice. She wasn’t a particularly comely woman, but her face had a strength of character. Robbi tried hard to bring out the woman’s inner strength and beauty.
“That is wonderful Robby, where have you been hiding that talent dear.”
“I don’t know where it comes from Momma; it’s just something I do.”
“Let’s go Kiddo.”
Robbi got up and followed her Mom into her room. She had her sit down and started working with her hair. She unrolled it and started backcombing and teasing it. In about thirty minutes she had it done and sprayed.
“Your makeup looks very good, I don’t need to do anything else to you baby.”
Robbi beamed a smile and said, “Thank You Momma. You’re very beautiful too.”
Tiffany joined them she worked hard on herself. She didn’t want herself to be outshone by her boyfriend. She giggled at that thought.
“Well are we ready?” Sandy asked.
“Just let me get my purse and drawings together. I also need to get a large portfolio for these.”
They headed out to the car and carefully loaded the pictures in the back seat, before pilling into the front seat. Robbi was maneuvered into the middle. All the stocking legs rubbing on both sides of her made her shudder, but she could live with it. It was like her Mom was waking from a long sleep. She liked the fact that she was dressing nice now.
They arrived at the mall and headed straight to Alice’s frame shop. They put the drawings on the big table and Alice went through the stack. She fawned over them as she went from drawing to drawing. Tiffany went over the price schedule of the prints as they went.
“Oh my gosh Robbi you are just so gorgeous in this drawing. That is what I was talking about Robbi. That is obviously you but you have enhanced your image. Very nice dear.”
When Alice came to the picture Robby had done of her she just held it.
“Robbi dear, you are so generous to me. You know how to make an old woman look good.”
“It’s yours if you want it Alice. I did it for you.”
“Ok I will mat all these pictures for you in exchange. I have gotten the Mall approval for you to set up right outside my shop. If you have anybody that wants to use (a) credit card I will handle that for you. I believe you will have a very successful business venture dear. If you do well do you want to try it every weekend till mother’s Day?”
“That’s a deal if it’s ok with Momma.”
“Robbi it’s OK with me.”
“Ok may I display these in my window till this weekend then? I plan to get some publicity for this event.”
“That sounds ok with me.”
“Ya’ll have fun shopping then and leave this to Alice.”
Tiffany led them to a 5-7-9 shop and they were soon up to their necks in shopping. Today it was all for Robby. The emphasis was on items that wouldn’t get to dirty from art pencils and charcoal. Robby tried on four leather mini-skirts. They kept three brown, black and burgundy. The blouses were long sleeve silk in cream, white, blue, and red. Robby would just have to be careful with his blouses. Sandy seeing some of the blouse insisted that Robby get some camisoles to go with them. So they headed back to the lingerie shop for camisoles, a bunch more panties, a dozen more pantyhose in various shades, some more Bras to fit his new frame and a few odds and ends. Then the shoe store for some more heels. Robby bought four pairs of four inch heels to match his new skirts.
They next went to a computer store where Tiffany bought a few things, some laser printer business card stock, an art program, and some other things.
Robby then wound up in the art supply store. He checked out the different quality paper buying samples of them. He bought a box of art pencils, sharpener, charcoal, easel and a couple of portfolio cases. He talked to the shop owner and explained what he was going to do.
“Ok, you’re Robbi; Alice has told me all about you. I am Debbie Bright I own this store. I can set up an account for you and if you need any supplies that weekend just come get them. I will keep track of what you use and just bill you once you’re finished for the weekend. I just loved those drawings you made and I can guarantee I am going to be one of your customers.”
“Ok Debbie this is my mom Sandy Davis and my friend Tiffany Thomas. Alice is matting some more of my drawings right now you ought to check them out too.”
“Ok I am looking forward to this weekend. I hope you do well.”
“Well kiddos we need to get home tomorrow is a school day after all.”
“Bye Debbie, thank you.”
We grabbed all out purchases and headed home. Tiffany held Robbi close as Sandy drove. It all seemed a dream to everyone, a strange but happy dream.
At home they took all their purchases to Robby’s room. Tiffany helped Robbi sort out his girl things in his dresser and closet. Robby showered and the girls fixed his hair so that it wouldn’t betray this long weekend, and Robby put on a sleep shirt, and studied his lessons for school, while Tiffany and Sandy showered. He and Tiffany cuddled a little and after the news on TV they went to bed separately.
(to be continued)
Robbi discovers more about herself and her abilities as she becomes more feminine.
Drawn Together Ch. 3
by
Paula Dillon
Robby woke early. He went to his bathroom and took care of his morning business. This weekend had seemed like it had all been a dream, but the satin sleep shirt brought it back to him. He smiled as he looked into the mirror. He did his skin care bit and wanted to try the makeup, but he knew that it would never wash at school. He secured his hair in his favorite pony tail and left the bathroom.
He opened the door to the guest room and saw Tiffany sleeping there. He knelt besides the bed and gently shook her. She opened her eyes and looked into his. She smiled, reached out and drew him into a kiss.
He broke the kiss and said, “We need to get ready for school. I love you Tiff.”
“I know, I love you too, Robby,” she said giving him another more passionate kiss.
“The bathroom is yours Tiff.”
“Ok, thanks.”
Robby trotted off to his room. He took off his sleep shirt and saw the panties he had on. “Well I don’t have to dress for PE today I might as well keep these on,” he thought. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a camisole, instead of his usual white t-shirt. Dressed he found a dark pull over polo and his regular jeans. He started to pull on his jeans, stopped and grabbed a pair of pantyhose. What he wore underneath was his business he thought. These pantyhose were nearly opaque and he liked the feel. He finished dressing tucking his shirt into his pants and pulling on his trainers on.
He got his school stuff together but today he carried an 11X14 art pad with him, and several art pencils. He bounded down the stairs to the kitchen his Mom had just gotten up and had made coffee.
“Morning Momma, how are you today,” he said giving his Mom a big hug.
“Morning Robby you are awfully cheery today. I could go with you being like this all the time. Tiffany get up already?”
“Yes ma’am she is in the bathroom last I heard,” he said sipping a hot cup of coffee. “She drinks hot tea Mom, can you boil her some water.”
Sandy put on a kettle and started cooking breakfast for the kids. Tiffany popped in as Sandy was putting the plates of food on the table.
“Morning Mom… I mean Sandy,”
“That is the second time you have called me Mom, in the morning,” Sandy giggled, “You trying to tell me something.”
“Sorry Sandy, it just popped out. It feels so right.”
“Don’t apologize; I kinda like it too dear. Well you two finish up and I will get dressed.”
Robby whispered to Tiffany about what he was wearing. She checked him out closely, and said, “Nobody will be able to tell,” giving him a quick kiss.
Tiffany and Robby cleared off the table, and washed the dishes. Sandy showed up her face made and in one of her new dresses.
“Momma you look wow,” Robby smiled.
“You’re just terrific Sandy,”
“Well thank you.”
The kids hustled out to the car. Tiffany got in first in the front seat and Robby followed. He sat and turned in his legs together.
“Robby guys don’t get in a car that way. You need to be careful today.” Tiffany said.
“Ok, don’t worry.”
In a few minutes they were at school. Robby and Tiffany had no classes in common so they agreed to meet for lunch. In his homeroom class he saw Beth. She was a nice girl but she had a problem. Every few days her face would erupt with a mega case of zits. She had a fresh outbreak today. She would be so pretty if she would stop having out breaks. He heard the kids teasing her often, it kept them from teasing him so much. He was the shortest and smallest boy in the whole school; most of the girls were taller and bigger than him. He decided to draw the real her at lunch. He looked her over memorizing her features.
Robby’s concentration was broken when Kelly came in the class. She was the Captain of the Junior Varsity cheerleaders. She gave everybody hard time, Beth and him were her special projects,; they were just not the right people. Today was no different.
“Oh Beth, you’ve had another out break,” Kelly said dripping with sarcasm loud enough for everyone to hear. “It’s a real shame that you can’t have flawless skin like most girls. You really ought to take better care of your skin.” As if there was anything she hadn’t already tried.
Robby saw Beth flush and saw her pulse pounding at her temples. He had to give her credit she kept her tongue.
“Hey shrimp how are you today.” Kelly said to him.
“It is good to see the Neanderthals at school today; did you ever learn to read Kelly, oh and did you finally get your period back?” Robby said.
Kelly went livid; nobody had ever talked to her like that before. He should have bitten his tongue but he just had to open his mouth. It felt good. It brought a chorus of laughter, but he would probably have to pay for that remark later. Kelly’s boyfriend was a six foot sophomore and a linebacker on the varsity football team.
When the teacher got to class Kelly complained to her and Robby found himself outside the office of Vice Principal Karen Stringer.
Ms. Stringer found him sitting there and said. “What is Robby Davis doing sitting outside my office? I know this is going to be a strange day now. Come on in. Now tell me why one of my straight A freshman who has never been in trouble anywhere is sitting in my office. It had better be good.”
Robby just handed her his disciplinary slip. She took it and read it.
“You said that to her,” Ms. Stringer asked with amazement in her voice.
“Yes Mam I did. I am not proud of it, but I got tired of her picking on me, and she verbally attacked Beth about her pimples.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right. Robby you are a good kid and there may be consequences to what you said to her. You can’t go around implying girls are or have been pregnant. I believe everything you’ve said, but I am giving you five hours detention. One hour every day this week. I will deal with Kelly; she needs to be taken down a notch herself. Sit outside and then catch your second period class.”
Robby took that time to draw Beth’s picture. He was very careful to draw her skin flawlessly, a lovely hair style and emphasized her better facial features. When the bell rang he hurried to his next class.
School really drug that day, word had traveled fast about what Robby had done. He wondered if lunch would ever get there and whether he should go to the cafeteria. He could hear the whispers. He made if safely to the cafeteria and got his tray. He found Tiffany who had already heard what went down. A whole lot of eyes were drawn to him as he sat next to Tiffany.
“Ooooh wee son, you know how to stir a kettle.”
“I know I was bad I’ll let you spank me later. I have detention everyday this week. I just couldn’t let her get away with dissing Beth.”
“I heard she was horrible.”
Robby opened his pad and showed Tiffany his drawing, “That is how Beth should look like. She has a pretty face. Why don’t you give this picture to her Tiff? I think she’ll like it.”
“I know she will, you sure you’re not falling for her?”
“No, I just felt sorry for her, I love you.”
That comment drew a smile and a quick kiss from Tiffany.
“I will tell your Mom, she is going to pick me up so I can get my stuff home. She ain’t going to be happy, but I am proud of you. Just keep an eye out for her boyfriend Justin. At least Justin and Kelly don’t have the same lunch we do.”
The bell rang and they separated and hurried off to their next class. Robby was reaching into his locker when he head was propelled forward and bounced off the back of the locker. He was pulled out and turned around, his pony tail was put in his locker and the door shut and locked by Justin. At least he wasn’t bleeding and nothing else was done to him. A teacher found him standing in the hall she got a school maintenance man to get the lock cut off the locker, and he was taken to the nurse’s office. He just had a small bump on his head, but nothing serious. He found himself outside Ms. Stringer’s office again.
“Well Robby, we now know what consequences are now do we? Who did this to you?”
“I’m not sure Ma’am.”
“Of course you know. Who was it?”
“I can’t say.”
“Ok but be careful. I will put the word out that, that is unacceptable behavior, and teachers will be out in the halls. Maybe that will be enough. Just in case I will specifically talk to Justin. Yes I already know. He will know that if nothing else happens he got away with one, but if something else happens and it won’t have to be him that does it, he will be suspended, and probably arrested. My school is not going to be the scene of class struggle. Now get on to your regular class.”
The rest of the day went smoothly, and after his last class he reported to study hall. He giggled when he saw that Kelly was in detention also. He always kept up on his homework so he didn’t have anything to do. He had a crazy idea. He drew a very pretty Kelly sitting on the lap of Robert Adams. Robert was the freshman and an honest to god computer loving geek. He then drew a picture of a very pretty Beth on the lap of Justin. Justin wasn’t a bad guy, he just had bad tastes. His time went fast in detention. Kelly was miserable, but he had enjoyed his time.
His Mom and Tiffany were waiting for him, when he emerged.
“I am not happy with you son. We are meeting John for dinner in an hour I want you to get dressed in some nice clothes Robby and we will have a talk when we get back.”
“Yes Momma.”
They drove home; he had time to put on a dress shirt and suit pants, he carried his suit coat in his arms. He had to hurry so they could get to the restaurant on time. Tiffany whispered in his ear.
“I can see you still have on a camisole dear.”
“Is it bad?”
“Put your coat on, and don’t take it off,” She giggled, “I like knowing a secret like this.”
They got to the restaurant and Robby put on his coat. John already had a table. Robby helped Tiffany with her chair, while John helped Sandy with hers. The parents hit it off just fine without any help. Tiffany sometimes held hands with Robby under the table. Robby got up to use the restroom, and Tiffany got up with him. He finished before she did but waited for her.
“The olds seem to fit together just fine Robby,”
“Oh yes, they seem to be doing real good.”
They headed back to the table, both parents seemed to be intent on the kids where abouts, and smiled as they came into view.
“Well we better call it a day; I need to talk to Robby and tomorrow is a school day. We must do it again soon John,” Sandy said.
John nodded and said, “It was very nice dinning with the two of you. Yes we must do it again soon.”
Tiff and Robby were a little disappointed in seeing just a handshake, but hey it was still early. At the car Tiffany retrieved her luggage and hugged Sandy and Robby before everybody saddled up and headed home.
“Now young man, tell me two things. First what the heck happened at school.”
“Well Momma I kinda stuck my foot in my mouth up to the knee. Kelly Graham, one of the junior varsity cheerleaders, verbally attacked Beth Jennings. Beth has an acne problem. Kelly rubbed Beth’s nose in it loud enough to be heard by the whole class, and she then called me shrimp. I can live with me being called shrimp, Mom. Heck I know it is true but she had no call in hurting Beth. So I kinda implied that she was a Neanderthal, that she had a reading problem, and she might have terminated a pregnancy.”
“Robby!!! Tell me you’re joshing.”
“I could but I would be lying if I did, and I don’t think that would make you happy. That cow deserved what I said.”
“Robby just because, she is a snob doesn’t give you reason to lower yourself to her level. It only feels good for a short while when you do it.”
“Tell me about it. I got my ponytail shut in my locker door and somebody else’s lock to keep me from getting loose. Ok what is two.”
“Why are you wearing a camisole?”
“I like em. Don’t worry I won’t wear em when I have to dress out for PE, and I will check to see my clothes conceal them if I do wear em.”
“Ok, I can live with that. I just worry about you son. I love you. Technically you are grounded while you are on detention dear. No friends over but Tiffany, no TV, or video games. Ok.”
“Sure Momma, I know I screwed up. You should have heard Ms. Stringer when she saw me outside her office. It was way cool.”
“I can just imagine Robby.”
Robby went to his room and changed out of his clothes and took a shower. He dressed in a different sleep shirt and laid down on his bed. He got his 24X30 drawing pad out and started drawing. He started drawing John and his Mom together. He gave John a Rhett Butler type appearance and his mother a Scarlet look complete with an multi-tiered white with green and red trim antebellum gown. John had his arm around Sandy’s narrow waist, and she looked lovingly in his eyes. He put the drawing away as it was getting late.
He went to his mom’s room and knocked. He entered when she called out to him. “Momma, why didn’t you change your last name when you divorced dad?”
“Well I wanted you to have the same last name as I did. The name thing can cause, some problems.”
“Well if you changed back to your maiden name, I would be willing to change mine to your maiden name. I would rather be a Howard than a Davis. Dad never cared a flip for me and I know he never paid you a cent in child support.”
“Well he paid some, but I could buy a very nice car and then some with what he has missed. I will check it out son, but I think your dad might object.”
“Let him I will give him what for. I love you Momma, you ain’t nevah given up on me.”
“Momma’s nevah do give up on their children, son, or they shouldn’t at least.”
Robby hugged and kissed his Mom and then headed off to bed. Sleep came easy and before he knew it, morning came.
Robby dressed as a guy fully, because he needed to. He took his gym clothes and stuffed them in his bag, and got the rest of his school stuff ready. He then headed on down to breakfast.
“Morning Momma, you look very nice today,” Robby said giving a big hug to his mother.
Sandy was dressed smartly, a thousand percent better than frumpy.
“Thank you son, you look alright your self kiddo.”
“Thanks Momma.”
They ate their breakfast and chatted. It seemed as if his Mom was a different person more open and cheerful. He gave her a quick peck on her cheek, as they cleared the table. He helped with the dishes, Sandy washed and he dried. Afterwards Sandy put a big glop of hand cream more than she needed so she rubbed her hands together and then rubbed Robby’s hands. Robby noticed the smell of jasmine but it didn’t bother him, he just rubbed the excess cream into his hands. He liked the feel.
All too soon it was time to head to school. He smiled as he saw Tiffany waiting for them. She reached into Mom’s open window and gave her a hug and a kiss.
“Morning Sandy, it is so good seeing you.”
“You too Tiffany, you look so nice today but watch how much you are showing behind you dear.”
Tiffany blushed and pulled her skirt down in back. She hooked arms with Robby and headed to the building.
“I think your Mom made a hit with my Dad, I have never seen him so happy this morning.”
“I know it was weird Mom, was the same way. I for one am glad. By the way Mom said I am grounded, but that you can come over.”
“I am glad too, Dad has been a loner for about four years. I’ll just have to keep you company then Robby.”
They hung around each other talking till a few minutes before the bell. Robby got a lot of jealous looks from the other guys. In his home room Beth was already in her chair, she smiled when she saw Robby and slipped a note in his shirt pocket. Her face looked much better today, she had fewer zits on her face. Robby took his seat and pulled out the note.
Thank you Robby for yesterday, I know you paid
a price for yesterday, but you have got a friend
in me. Thank you for that lovely picture you drew.
It means a lot to me. Tiffany and you are the best.
Beth
Robby looked up to see Beth smiling back at him. He smiled back at her. Kelly was one of the last students to come in before the bell. She didn’t look happy at all. The rest of the morning went well. A lot of students that had never spoken to him were stopping him and wishing him well. The last period before lunch he received a shock Justin was waiting by his locker. Robby held his breath as he approached.
“Hey kid you kept your tongue when you could have ratted me out, football is important to me and any trouble could have hurt my chances. Thanks you’re alright.”
“Ok, thank you Justin.”
Wonders will never cease, he thought. I just might survive high school.
At lunch he found Tiffany, there were four girls around her but there was a chair open next to her. He took that chair.
“Robby hi, these girls are in my computer class and we are working on a project together. This is Carol Miller, Marge Hamilton and Katy Wilson. Mr. Brown assigned a group project and this is my group. We have to design a web site.” Tiffany said and introduced the girls.
They chatted while they ate, he was the center of attention but he didn’t know why. Robby related what had happened so far to Tiffany, she was shocked to hear of his latest encounter with Justin. It was a lot of fun eating with the girls. Several asked him to do their portraits when they heard he drew. All too soon lunch was over. Tiffany gave him a big hug and a kiss as they parted.
In no time at all it seemed he took his seat in detention. They had a different teacher today, some female teacher he hadn’t seen before. He sat and took out his art pad and started drawing one of the girls from lunch Carol. He was in a different place when he was drawing, and didn’t notice the teacher had moved from her seat.
“Why aren’t you in my art classes, Mr. Davis?”
Robby startled and nearly jumped out of his skin. When his pulse returned to almost normal he said, “I don’t know I just never gave it any thought.” Robby looked at his drawing it looked almost like his was drawing a nude in high heels, but he wasn’t. He found it easier to get the clothed body right if he first got the body right and then dressed the form. He was afraid that the teacher got the wrong idea.
“I am Janice Sanderson I teach art here, Mr. Davis. Continue what you are doing but stop at my desk before you leave today.”
He started drawing a gown on the figure. A bridesmaid gown fitted tight from the waist up off the shoulders and had like a peasants top, long sleeve gloves and a very full skirt that extended out from the hips. Just a hint of lace extended past the hem of the skirt. He gave the girl a page boy hairdo with a of hint fullness and highlighted the features of her face. He was almost finished when the bell rang. He collected his things and then stopped by the teacher’s desk, and showed her the work.
“Did you add the clothes to make me happy or was this your intention to begin with.”
“Ma’am I find it easier to get the clothes right if I know what the body should look like first. Miranda Rollins wanted me to do her portrait. I drew her as she should look and then added the clothes.”
“Yes I know Miranda it is a very good likeness of her, you were very generous to her. I would give you an A+ for this drawing. I expect you in my art classes Robby Davis, and I will throw a tizzy fit if you aren’t in them this fall. Now go, your Mom will wonder where you are.”
“Yes Ma’am, and thank you.”
Sandy and Tiffany were waiting for him as he exited the school. It was good that he didn’t have to walk to or from school alone. It was always nice to see friendly faces.
“Hi Momma, Tiff.”
“Hi Robby, We have to go by the Mall, I talked to Alice and she says she already has orders for you. You need to change into Robbi real fast.”
At home Robby ran to his room and threw his clothes off, he pulled on a pair of panties, pantyhose and put his breast forms in his bra. His put on his black blouse and stonewashed jeans, the jeans seemed to fit better. He put on his heels and brushed out his hair, putting it back in a ponytail. He put on mascara and lipstick before grabbing his purse and one of his portfolio cases all in less than thirty minutes. They were off to the mall.
“You did that very well Robby; even like that you look so nice,” Sandy said.
“The jeans seem to be fitting better, they are still tight but it wasn’t a struggle to put them on.”
“Your Mom is right though you do look good.”
“Thanks Tiff,” Robby said beaming a big smile.
At the mall they went directly to Alice’s. Alice smiled when she saw the trio coming.
“Hello Robbi, Sandy and Tiffany, I am so glad to see you. How are you?”
“We are fine Alice; we got here as soon as we could. What do you have for Robby?”
“Well I have six preorders, three 11X 14’s, two 16X20’s and one 24X30 for about three thousand dollars. They have brought me pictures for you to work from,” she said pulling out the pictures and sheets of paper detailing the work. “One lady is a past Miss Texas from years ago and wants to remember her youth. Here is her picture today and her picture back when she won. She wants you to work your magic and bring the two pictures together dear. She is a wonderful lady, but time has not been kind to her and I believe you can make her feel better.”
“I like her looks now Alice, sure she is not as pretty but I can see she has a warm, caring, loving personality.”
“That she is Robbi, she is a lot like many women though who are a little vain about their appearance. She just likes to dream. Don’t erase all the years, she knows she’ll never look twenty again, but make her picture more pretty than she is. She likes her Miss Texas hairstyle, you don’t have to take out the gray, she can live with it.”
“I think I understand. I will give it my best shot Ma’am. I may modernize her hair a little but it will be close. I will try to have these done by Sunday. The others appear pretty simple.”
Robbi hugged Alice and the three left for the art store. Robby selected better paper stock for these drawings each wanted more than just the basic picture. Debbie was very helpful in this regard. Together they found the right paper for each application. This would also help Robby decide on paper for this weekend. Robby was glad he had brought his portfolio.
They didn’t stay long at the mall, They needed to get Tiffany home. Robby gave Tiffany a kiss when they got to her house. Robby stepped out to let Tiffany get out of the car, just as John drove up. Sandy got out of the car and walked up to John, and Tiffany brought Robby with her. John looked strangely at Robby who felt like he was doused in cold water.
“Your Robby aren’t you.”
“Yes sir, I am,” Robby said, more than just a little afraid.
“I figured as much after seeing you yesterday. Also seeing my daughter with two color lipsticks on her face just now didn’t help.” John said. His voice had a little edge to it, and his face showed he wasn’t happy right now.
“I am sorry sir; we didn’t mean to deceive you. It would have been hard to explain. I like Tiffany very much and I like looking like this at times. Don’t get mad at Tiff it wasn’t her fault. I just don’t know what to say.” Robby said.
“I am sorry John, it is mostly my fault. Don’t get mad at the kids they have been good for each other,” Sandy said.
“I don’t know how I feel about it, I am not mad at the kids or you Sandy. I would like to know more about Robby, but not just now. I love my Tiffany very much and she has been so much happier these last few days. We’ll talk again later.” John turned and walked into the house.
“Don’t worry Robby, I will talk to him. I don’t think it is that bad. See ya tomorrow.” Tiffany said kissing Robby again.
Sandy and Robby headed home. Robby could see the worry on his mom’s face. But for some reason he felt calm about it. He believed that Tiffany knew her father better and she wasn’t worried.
“Momma I think he likes you and I think he will accept me.”
“Maybe son, maybe,” was all she could say.
At home Robby went to his room and started working on the pictures he was to draw. He roughed out three of them before dinner. He was determined to do a good job. He worked fast but he was accurate. He was really into it when he made the shift to Robbi. His already fine skills took on a greater degree of control. It was Robbi who went down to dinner.
She moved with grace and elegance, she hugged her mom tightly and reassured her. They chatted while they ate and it seemed as if a dark pall lifted while they talked. Robbi put on Mom’s apron and did the dishes as she relaxed. Robbi gave her mom another hug before she retired to her room.
She finished two of the drawings before nine and then she pulled out the one of Sandy and John. She drew Robbi in front of John his hand resting on her shoulder and then she drew Tiffany in front of Sandy like a civil war era family portrait. She felt hope as she drew and her spirit soared as she drew. It was still rough but it would be her best work. About ten thirty she showered and got ready for bed.
Robby woke early got up and dressed for school. He wore his pantyhose and panties as he only dresses for PE on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He put the pictures of the Lady in his art pad and headed down. He ate fast and encouraged his mom to take him earlier to school. Tiffany had arrived just a minute before. She waved excitedly as they drove up. Sandy got out for a minute and they hugged.
“I think it is going to be alright Sandy, Dad was a little moody for awhile last night. I talked with him and told him almost everything. Later his mood seemed to improve. He was like nothing bad had happened this morning. Also call him today I think he wants you and I to do what we talked about earlier Sandy.” Tiffany said and seeing my confusion she said, “Don’t worry about it Robby it is girly stuff.”
“Ok Tiffany, I will call him, you two take care.”
Tiffany and Robby got some snuggle time in before school. She just wanted to be held. It made Robby feel good too. Beth came up to us as we were hugging each other. I was amazed her face was so much better only three or four zits remained and she just beamed. That was a major break through for her. Beth was jumping up and down and wrestled Tiffany from Robby’s grasp (sort of at least) and hugged her. Her enthusiasm was contagious she drew a crowd of girls around her. Robby was just happy for her.
Robby saw Kelly come up she avoided everyone. It was not like Kelly to pass giving jibes to someone.
Tiffany swung her elbow around and hit Robby in the chest.
“OH SHIT!!! Oh my god, that hurt,” Robby exclaimed.
It almost hurt as bad as if he had been kicked in the crotch. He rubbed himself where he hurt.
“You ok Robby,” Tiffany asked with concern.
“Yeah I caught your elbow between ribs. Remind me never to get you mad at me, girl with the killer elbows,” Robby chuckled.
“Remember that,” Tiffany said giggling, “We girls have many weapons to handle the lesser sex.” She had a look of concern even though she displayed mirth.
The first bell rang and the kids rushed to get to their homerooms. Kelly was sitting in her chair dark circles under her eyes, clearly she looked unhappy, when Robby entered his home room. Compare that to Beth who was on top of the world, a stark difference in just three days.
The day went better for Robby than it had in a long while. People seemed to treat him with more respect than he could remember. He gave Miranda her picture. She had a look of wonder and amazement on her face, as she looked at her picture. She whispered in Tiffany’s ear and Tiff just looked at her and nodded. The girl came over and gave Robby a kiss on both cheeks. She then rubbed both his cheeks.
“Sorry I left lip prints on you Robby, Thank you for this picture. I think it is just fab.”
Tiffany giggled as she saw looked at Robby. Miranda had not completely rubbed off the lipstick. It looked like Robby was wearing blusher. She figured that Miranda did that intentionally. She whispered in Robby’s ear and handed him a tissue and her compact. Robby blushed as he looked in the compact mirror and wiped the color off his cheeks.
The lunch bell rang and they parted their ways. His remaining classes went well and he found himself in back in detention. Ms. Sanderson was over Detention again. Robby took his art pad up front and asked.
“Ms. Sanderson may I ask you a question?”
“Sure Mr. Davis.”
Robby laid out the two pictures of the lady. “I have been asked to take these two pictures and create a third picture, kinda morphing them together. The lady doesn’t want to look twenty one again but as you can see she hasn’t aged gracefully.”
“Well even though she is not as pretty as she use to be, what do you see in these two pictures?”
“In her young picture she is pretty, but she also appears vain and uncaring. That may just be me I don’t know. In the other picture yes she is wrinkled and gray, but she has warmth and a caring look in her eyes. I like her gray hair it adds to her character. If I met these two people separately it is the second that I would like to get to know.”
“I think you are right in some ways Robby. Women who compete in beauty pageants are often seen as vain. They have to be, to be able to compete. I suggest you take the features you like most about the second picture and enhance them and add the best from the first. What about clothes Robby?”
“I like that suit on her. I think a more youthful style suit would be a happy medium. For a grandmother type her legs are alright.”
Janice giggled at Robby’s comments.
“She just wants to look a little more like she use to.”
“There use to be an actress named Lucille Ball, Robby. She was a lot like that. In her old age she had to wear tons of makeup to regain her youthful look. Other actresses subject themselves to rounds and rounds of facial plastic surgery so they can look young. I think this lady just wants to know what she would look like. Take out most of the wrinkles but give her face the warmth and caring you see in her and I am sure she will be happy. Also give her a more youthful bust and waist I think. See how gravity has lowered her bust.”
“You mean her breasts appear lower, closer to her elbows than in her youth. I don’t think an hour glass waist would look good on her?”
“Maybe not an hour glass figure, but she doesn’t have to be as thick waisted as she appears in the second photo. It is the female hormones that help keep a woman’s figure feminine Robby, after women stop ovulating their hormones drop drastically. When that happens they sometimes take on more male characteristics. Some develop heavier facial hair, not as thick as a males but not feminine. Their breasts sag, their skin loses its translucence and their waists grow thicker, some more than others.”
“Thank you Ms. Sanderson I think I know what I am going to do. I hope she likes it.”
“I think she will. Now let me ask you a question?” She said in a softer tone and volume. “You are Robbi, am I right? I have been hearing rumblings about a female artist. I have been to the mall and have seen your work.”
“Ah I don’t know what you mean,” he blushed.
“Yes you do, I don’t care what you look like, if you can draw like that. I will see you this weekend Robby. I want to watch you work, and I would kill anybody that tried to hurt you dear, myself included. So don’t worry.”
“Yes it is me, please don’t say anything about it.”
“I won’t, but I expect you in my art classes this fall.”
“I am going to take tailoring too, Ms. Sanderson.”
“Really that is good. Are you thinking about fashion as a career? I just love the way you dress your women.”
“Yes ma’am, I am.”
“I think you will be good in it.”
The hour up, Robby left and met his mom, he was a little disappointed that Tiffany wasn’t there but that was ok. His Mom looked nice; she seemed to have abandoned her frumpy ways. At home he worked on the rest of his smaller drawings. He had them all roughed out by dinner and by bedtime he had completed all but the last drawing. He even had time to work on his family drawing. He never pictured himself wearing an antebellum gown before, but it just seemed so right. Tiffany, his mom and himself looked so adorable dressed for a southern ball. John’s expression showed so much pride in the three.
At ten thirty he put everything away showered. He noticed a bruise next to his right nipple where he caught the elbow. Both nipples were a little tender, but he just ignored it. He dressed in his satin sleep shirt and hit the sack.
Thursday Mom was dressed very smartly.
“Robby I talked to John yesterday. He was a little put off by our deception but I think he is over that. Tiffany and I are going to be doing something today and I am sorry but you can’t go. I am picking her up at eleven and we will pick you up after detention.”
“Momma, it just ain’t fair.”
“I know dear, but that is life. I love you, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes, I know.” Robby said with a little disappointment in his voice.
They departed for school, Tiffany was waiting for him when he got there. They shared a hug and a kiss. She was very excited.
“I think dad is ok with you as Robby or Robbi. He just wants to know that we aren’t active if you know what I mean.”
“That is great and how about him and mom.”
“He trusts her enough for her to take me to a doctor, Robby. Your Mom and I both have appointments today.”
“What are ya’ll sick or something? Mom didn’t say anything about a doctor.”
“No silly it’s a female doctor.”
Robby looked perplexed, so Tiffany whispered in his ear. That had Robby blushing, much to Tiffany’s amusement. They sat out front, holding each other as much as they could get away with decently.
Beth arrived and for the first time in years, since puberty hit her, her skin was flawless. She was radiant; it was like she was a whole different person. She was full of confidence and zeal. She even wore makeup, something she had been afraid to do, fearing she would make her condition worse. She was even dressing nicer; apparently her mom was so thrilled they had gone shopping.
If Robby hadn’t had Tiffany, he would have been interested.
“Tiff she looks so much like my drawing now. It is so strange.”
“Yes she does, I am so happy for her. You know at one time she was so embarrassed about her acne she had considered suicide. She got help for how she felt, but nothing she had done had any affect on her acne.”
“Tiffany have you lost weight, your waist seem smaller?”
“Not really, my waist is smaller but I picked up in my hips and bust.”
“Your butt doesn’t look bigger, I think it looks nice.”
“Yeah but my skirts are fitting tighter at the hips though and looser at the waist. I may have to get bigger bras too soon. I hope they don’t grow too big. My boobs are already bigger than most girls my age. I sure could use an inch or two in height.”
“I could use four or five there myself. Would you still love me if you were 5’8” and I were 5’?”
“You know I would. We could be like Mutt and Jeff.” She giggled.
“Who?”
“Nevermind.”
The bell rung and they hurried to their classes. Kelly didn’t show up this day. School was still on the upswing for Robby. He was enjoying not being a target.
Tiffany’s friends met him for lunch. They treated him as one of the gang. Some of the girls wanted their pictures but Tiffany had explained to them that he had some things that were keeping him busy. Still he missed eating with Tiffany.
At detention he started working on blending the images from the two pictures. He was working on a smaller pad doing just the head for now. Ms. Sanderson was there again and came by to see how he was doing. She made a few comments about some of the changes and he worked on those. He was beginning to like what he was seeing. She didn’t look as youthful or pretty, but she was taking on a vibrancy and life that neither picture had shown, she almost looked regal. That is best how he could describe it. He pictured her in his mind as a queen. Older, wiser, but full of compassion and caring.
Ms. Sanderson had to snap him but to reality. His hour had passed and he had been engrossed in his drawing.
“Robby I think you have gotten it. That is wonderful dear, but it is time to go.”
Tiffany and Sandy were waiting for him as he hit the exit of the building. He got hugs from both sides.
“Guess what Robby?” Tiffany asked
“What?”
“I am spending this weekend with you again. Dad wants to go fishing again. He seems so much more relaxed. I can’t tell you how worried I have been about him. I am coming over to your house tonight, after we all go out to eat. He wants to see Robbi tonight though and dinner is at seven.”
“You mean with ah everything,” he motioned in front of his chest.
“Yeppers. You have got it.”
They hurried home and Robby took a quick shower. Tiffany braided his hair in a French braid as his mom did his makeup. Tiffany was very good with his hair. There were very few stray hair to be seen a sign of a job well done. He dressed in his white lace bra with breast forms just in the cups, matching panties, nude pantyhose, padded girdle, one of his leather mini-skirts, a silk scoop neck tank, with a matching long sleeve silk blouse, and his four-inch black pumps.
Tiffany and Sandy both got dressed as Robby waited. The three of them would defiantly turn heads tonight, but Robby was still a little worried. He checked his purse to see if he had all he needed. Somewhere in the middle of all this he became Robbi. She walked downstairs. She looked at herself in the full length mirror in the hall closet. Her waist seemed narrower and her hips were fuller.
They headed out to the restaurant it was a fairly nice establishment. John and the waiter helped the women with their chairs. Somehow he was sitting next to John one side, while his mom was on the other. John was really being charming. He treated Sandy and Robbi quite well, and doted on his daughter. It was hard to believe how things were going.
The kids headed to the restroom and spent quite a bit of time checking their faces and talking, anything to give the olds a little time to themselves. When they came back Sandy had a face that showed mock concern about how long we were gone.
“Everything alright girls you were gone a while?”
“Yeah we are alright Mom. Tiffany and I were talking about school, while we were checking our faces.”
John paid the tab and we headed out to our vehicles. Tiffany gave her dad a big hug and a kiss. John also gave Sandy and Robbi a hug. Tiffany and Robbi left Sandy talking to John and headed to Sandy’s Buick. The kids snuggled a little, nothing unseemly for two girls, while the parents talked. Tiffany giggled and squeezed Robbi’s hand as John kissed Sandy, before getting into his car and driving off.
On the drive home Robby asked his mom a question. “Mom have you lost some inches around the waist and hips and gotten bigger in the chest maybe?”
“Yes a little why do you ask? Cause Tiffany and I have gotten smaller in the waist, larger in the hips, Tiffany is larger in the bust and I don’t know about mine.”
“Say that again.”
“Tiffany has gotten bigger in the hips and bust and lost in the waist. I have lost in the waist, and gotten bigger in the hips. I don’t know about my chest. All in just the last week.”
“That is right Sandy,” Tiff added.
“I don’t know why that would happen. Tiffany is a growing girl that is not unusual for her. I should be fairly stable in those areas, and you should be growing in the waist and chest son, not the hips. We’ll check it out when we get home. I have your measurements from last week.”
At home all three of us got undressed and Mom got her measuring tape out. Tiffany measured mom first Mom was 37D-27-36, she said she gained an inch across her bust, lost an inch in the waist and lost an inch at the hips. Mom then measured Tiffany. We didn’t have a baseline on her but she was almost a 35C almost a D-25-34, she wore a 34C bra. She showed us where a skirt she had worn last week that had fit at the waist tightly was now a little loose, but hey women gain and loose water weight regularly. Then came Robby’s turn, he was a 31-28-33, he gained an inch at the chest, lost and inch and a half at the waist and gained an inch in the butt. That wasn’t the kicker though, Mom and Tiffany both looked at the area around his nipples, and swore that they were darker. It didn’t mean much to him but Tiffany carefully massaged his nipples.
“How does this feel Robby?”
“Hmmm nice.”
Tiffany, ever so lightly, rubbed her fingers across the tips of his nipples. Robby almost came unglued.
“That good huh? I don’t know Sandy, but that looked like a girls reaction to her sensitive nipples.”
“I think your right Tiffany, we might ought to set up a doctors visit for Robby. Step outside for a second Tiffany and close the door. Robby I want you to check yourself out. Check your penis and scrotum that area and tell me bigger, smaller or the same.”
Robby was a little self conscious about that, but did as he was told. “About the same really I don’t know really, I never measured myself.”
“Well do it. Measure the length and circumference of your penis.”
He did it; he was about four and a half inches long and a little over 4 inches in circumference soft. He knew he was longer and fatter erect but he wasn’t going to do that now.
“Do you get erections son?”
“Yes.”
“No problems with em.”
“No except for the timing of em.”
“Does Tiffany give you erections at bad times occasionally.”
“Yes.”
“Do you ever have a sticky white fluid erupt for your penis.”
“Yes.”
“Good if any of those answers change or you start getting smaller don’t be embarrassed tell me. It’s that important son. Go get your sleep shirt on and send Tiffany back in.”
He sent Tiffany into his Mom’s room and he went in to his own. He put on his sleep shirt and went down to the office. He remembered the drawings on the computer. He brought up the pictures of his mom and Tiffany looking at them closely. He then checked out his Robbi portrait. Tiffany joined him and sat on one of his legs.
“Estimate her size Tiffany.”
“Tiffany looked closely at the portrait. About 5’ 6” 36D-22-36 I would guess.”
“Ok estimate just your bust waist and hip here.” He said pulling up her portrait.”
“About 36D-24-36 , but I am just guessing.”
“Ok come with me,” Robby said. They went to his room and he pulled out his large drawing pad. “Ok look at this. Assume your dad and my mom are as tall as they are normally. Now guesstimate.”
“Oh my, I love this. You have me standing next to Sandy showing me to be about 5’ 6” you appear to be about 5’ 4” and I would guess about the same as before for the rest. I love everything in this picture you, me, Sandy and dad. I love our gowns especially your moms how precious.”
“Just remember those measurements ok, and don’t say anything about this picture. You don’t have any hidden birthmarks do you.”
“No, why do you ask?”
“I want to try something. If you see any come up. Right about here tell me.” He said pointing to a spot covered by her panty.
“Here you mean,” she said moving her panty from the spot he pointed.
“Yes,” he said blushing.
“Whatever,” she giggled.
She grabbed Robby and they fooled around for about twenty minutes. Kissing, hugging and some petting. She was sure Robby worked alright without getting down and dirty so to speak. They kissed and parted.
Robby should have gone to sleep but he wanted to try something he drew a good picture of Robbi and before he drew clothes, he enhanced himself in one area, just a bit, okay maybe a bit and a half, no make two bits. He drew Tiffany with a small strawberry shaped birthmark an two inches above and an inch to the left of her pubic mound.
Sandy had to wake Robby up on Friday. He was just a little groggy. He poured a cup of coffee down his throat, after he got dressed and down to the kitchen. He wore a camisole under his dark shirt, panties and pantyhose beneath his jeans. The camisole felt good to his itchy nipples. He liked seeing his Mom happy, and she was happy. He liked seeing Tiffany in the mornings. He got all kinds of hugs and kisses.
“I have five out of six drawings done I just have the last one to do and I will be finished. I already know how it is going to look I just need to get it on paper.”
“How long will that take you?” Sandy asked.
“About two to two and a half hours Mom. I could do it faster but I want to get it right.”
“At the prices you are charging you need to get it right. From what I have seen though I am not worried. I still have a hard time believing all this.”
They drove to school and took their usual position outside the doors waiting for the bell. Today they saw Beth come up looking beautiful again, but this time talking to Justin. Kelly came up too she was smiling and by herself.
“Tiffany keep an ear out for Kelly it looks like she and Justin are no more, tell me if she is seen with someone else, and no I really ain’t interested in her. I got you.”
“Boy you have some strange requests lately but yes I will. I heard Justin split with her after he almost got in trouble over you. Word was she wanted you pulverized. I have not heard anything else.”
“Here can you keep these two drawings and not look at them till I tell ya to.” Robby said handing her two folded drawings.
“Sure baby, anything for you.”
The bell rung and everybody hurried off. He got a final kiss before he departed. Kelly was already at her desk and he stopped by.
“Kelly I am really sorry for the way I talked to you, the other day. You didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that.”
“I am sorry too Robby. I have learned what a snob I was. I have mistreated too many people, and I know you are a really good kid. I need to apologize to Beth also. Thank you for showing me what a fool I was. If you and Tiffany were not a number I would kiss you, but you two were made for each other.”
Robby went to his seat and sat. When Beth came in Kelly really did speak to her. Beth’s expression went from anger to guarded to understanding. Kelly was almost in tears. Teacher came in and took a double take seeing two girls who really didn’t get along getting along. She sent the two to the Nurse’s office with a note to let them talk it out.
The rest of the morning went well and soon it was lunch time. Tiffany and her friends were waiting for Robby. Miranda handed a stack of paper to Robby. He ate as he flopped through the pages of http://www.Robbiart.art a website they had designed for him. They had all his drawings that Tiffany had copied and it was an awesome job. The background was a grayed out version of his Robbi.
“That is a real website Robby it was just going to be our project then after we saw your work we Kinda posted it and mailed it off to the copyright office. When you go home type that URL up and see it on the web. We put it on a free site and bought the name for two years. It even has a counter on it.”
Tiffany handed him a large stack of business cards with his new email address on it and a cell phone number.
“This is nice but I don’t have a cell phone.”
“Yes you do,” Tiffany said handing him one, “and it is already programmed with all your important numbers. Mine. Dad wanted you to have one in case you had problems you can call for help. He got four phones you can guess where the other three are, and 1000 minutes, but talking to each other is no charge. I think you have won him over, either you or Sandy that is.”
All too soon lunch was over and they had to go their separate ways. Time flew and I found myself in detention for my last day. Ms. Sanderson was there and Kelly looking happy also. I did a small drawing similar to what I wanted to do for the Lady. I incorporated and the features but was a bit soft on the details and I showed her the results.
“Ms. Sanderson this is what I have in mind. The final drawing will be 24X30 and contain more detail what do you think?”
“If she isn’t happy with that she won’t be happy ever Mr. Davis. It is lovely.”
Kelly came over to see what we were doing and looked at the picture.
“Oh, is that Mrs. Marshall.”
“You know her?” Robbi asked.
“Yes she is a friend of my mom’s. Mrs. Marshall’s daughter and my mom went to school together. She was a Miss Texas years and years ago.”
Robby showed Kelly a Picture of the lady wearing the Miss Texas sash.
“Yes she was very pretty Robby, but I like your depiction of her better.”
“Ok detention is over Robby you are free now, Kelly you owe us one hour.”
“Yes ma’am,” we chorused.
Robby handed one of his new business cards to Ms. Sanderson, collected his things and left. Kelly was waiting for him and they walked to the door. Sandy and Tiffany were waiting for him. Kelly raced to Tiffany and they walked off talking quietly for a few minutes. They talked and then hugged before parting.
“Looks like Kelly has decided to join the human race,” Robby said to Tiffany, “but never worry, I am all yours Tiff.”
“Your right Robby she has changed, and you’re mine, don’t forget that or your ears won’t be the only thing pierced.” She said hugging Robby.
They hurried home, Sandy had Robby dress as Robbi, with undies, breast forms, makeup, jeans, top, and heels then they went out.
“I have an appointment for you Robby,” she said as they pulled into a salon. “I got you in for hair, nails and a facial, same for you and me Tiffany.”
“Momma I need to be able to change back.”
“They know dear, nothing will be permanent, dear. Trust me.”
Robby had been in a salon before with his mom, but he had never been a customer. They checked in and were led back to the stylists. Sandy explained to them all that was to be done, and then went with her stylist.
“Hi Robbi I am Stacy. I am your stylist today. How are you dear.”
“I am fine, thank you and how are you.”
“I am great. Your mom has shown me a picture of how you want your hair,” she said showing him the picture. “Is this right?”
“Yes I just love the big hair look.”
“Your hair is beautiful dear, it will look just fabulous. Follow me to a shampoo station dear.”
Robby followed her, and it was wonderful being pampered. Stacy was a delightful lady and made Robby feel at ease. The fragrance of the shampoo and conditioner were lovely scents of coconut. He never realized how sensual coconut could be. Her hands felt divine as they worked on his scalp and hair. Stacy wrapped his hair in a towel and led him back to her workstation. She unwrapped his hair and inspected it.
“You haven’t had it worked on in a while have you?”
“No it has been two years or so.”
“Well honey you ought to come in a little more often. I will need to take off an inch or two to shape and remove the split ends but overall your hair is in great condition. You seem to take pretty good care of it.”
“Mom, told me if I was going to let it grow long I had to take care of it.”
“Well she is right Honey.”
They continued talking as she worked Stacy was a very interesting lady. Robby found it fun talking with her. After she trimmed his hair she rolled it and covered his face with a gunk before putting him under a dryer hood. He was joined on one side by his Mom and on the other by Tiffany. They all looked quite a fright in rollers and a mask. It was impossible to talk over the roar of the dryer so he just closed his eyes and relaxed.
Robbi woke with a small start as she was gently shaken awake by Stacy. She followed her to her station and sat. Stacy cleaned toned and moisturized her face before working on her hair. Robbi was familiar to the sensations of backcombing and teasing. In a matter of minutes she finished and started on her makeup. Stacy was wonderful Robbi tried hard not to laugh at some of her jokes as she talked afraid she would mess up and make her look like a clown. Finally though Stacy turned her chair towards the mirror and held a mirror behind her. Her hair was gorgeous, her makeup was flawless, she brought her hands up to feel her hair and noticed her long red talons. ‘When did this happen?’ she thought.
“Not bad for a fourteen year old girl is it?”
“I didn’t know you were fourteen, Honey. I thought you were seventeen or eighteen. I wouldn’t have used that makeup scheme on a fourteen year old.”
“That’s ok, I will get the lecture from Mom, she will smile and love it for today.”
“Yes I will, you are very lovely dear, your hair is so shiny and silky, we have to get you some of that shampoo and conditioner.” Sandy said.
Sandy and Tiffany were standing behind Robbi.
“It is a little mature for my baby but very nice.”
“Robbi I am jealous, you are gorgeous girl,” Tiffany added.
Tiffany looked very good, but her makeup was more age appropriate. Sandy looked downright glamorous too bad John was communing with the fishes. Robbi got up and joined them. She hugged her Mom and Tiffany.
“Well let’s go get something to eat girls,”
It wasn’t a fancy restaurant but it was nice. All three of them were drawing lots of attention, male and female. Several ladies elbowed their male escorts as we passed them. We ate our meal and discussed what we were going to do Saturday and Sunday. Tiffany would take orders and schedule sessions, Sandy was going to help Alice and keep up with Charge slips. They needed to be at the Mall at eight thirty to set up. Robbi told them she would need two hours tonight to finish Mrs. Marshall’s portrait.
“Mrs. Marshall, how did you find out her name?” Sandy asked.
“Kelly saw a rough draft of her drawing and recognized her. I don’t know what happened to her but she is a changed girl.”
Tiff jumped in saying, “Oh, I meant to tell you, she was seen sitting with a ah…”
“Robert Adams?” Robbi provided.
“Yes, how did you know.”
“Check out those drawings.”
Tiffany opened her purse and looked at the two drawings.
“Oh my god, when did you draw these?”
“In detention on Monday.”
Tiffany looked kinda strange at Robby.
They headed home early so Robbi could finish her drawings. Robby got her big paper out and started working. Everything she planned started coming out as she worked. Time and her pencil flew as Mrs. Marshall took form and then came to life in front of her. Robbi loved drawing and that love flowed through her pencil into her drawing. In a little over two hours and twenty minutes she finished. She stepped back and looked at her work. Mrs. Marshall appeared majestic, regal loving and caring. It really was a work of art. She showed Tiffany and her Mom. They just stood there with their mouths open speechless.
“Is it that bad?” Robbi asked.
“No it’s that good Hun. You need to sign it and spray it dear.”
Robbi took care of all her work, and after they dried she carefully put them in her portfolio. Tiffany joined Robbi in her bedroom closing her door.
“Robby I have something to show you and you have a lot to explain.” Tiffany said.
She took off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panty a bit, showing Robbi a strawberry shaped spot. “This has just come up since last night. Robbi touched the spot, it was definitely in the skin like a birthmark or tattoo. Tiffany rearranged her undies as Robbi pulled out a drawing he made last night and showed Tiffany. The position and shape were identical.
“My god, how did you do that.”
“I just drew it and it happened. Don’t ask me how. I don’t understand it. Those pictures I drew of Beth, Kelly, Robert and Justin have all come true. Your figure, mine and mom’s are all changing. It seems if I draw it, it just happens. The smaller the change the faster it happens it seems.”
“He took his pencil and drew a matching spot on the other side and gave her a heart shaped pubic mound.”
Tiffany giggled when she saw that and punched Robbi in the arm.
“What other things have you enhanced dear.”
Robbi was a little embarrassed but she showed Tiffany her drawing. “Mom made me measure myself down there when ya’ll started noticing my changes. I wanted to see if I could enhance myself down there.”
“Well get out the tape Robby and check,” Tiffany giggled.
Robbi went and found her measuring tape and returned to her room. Tiffany helped her change into her sleep shirt. Robbi’s nipples were definitely darker and larger. Tiffany felt all around them and said, “They are growing Robbi. They are firm and look like a girl’s who just hit puberty. Now measure yourself.”
Robbi hesitated till, Tiffany said, “I have shown you mine now you show me yours.”
Robbi pulled down her panties and measured she was five by four and three quarters. “I am a half inch longer and three quarters larger in circumference.”
“How big did you draw yourself.”
“About seven and a half maybe eight by six, it is hard to tell,” Robbi blushed at the pun.
“Ooo I can’t wait to see,” she said hugging Roby
Robbi hugged Tiffany dropping the sleep shirt over her crotch covering herself. Soon though there was no hiding it as her sleep shirt was tented in front. That had Tiffany giggling.
“It seems your going to be as much male as female Robby. I think I like that very much. You will know what it is like as a girl, but you will be able to make this girl very happy. To bad though, I have made promises I intend to keep, to your mom and my dad, that we won’t make whoopi. So you are going to have to take care of that yourself. I am going to get my sleep shirt on dear, take care of Mr. Happy then meet me in the office.”
Robby took care of his problem and tucked himself in his panties. Down in the office Tiffany and Sandy were at the computer.
“Robby have you seen your website,” Sandy said. “Tiffany and the girls have done a great job.”
“Let me see, I have seen screen prints of the site but not the site itself.”
“I hope you like it Robby the four of us got an A for our work. We printed out all the material and sent them to the copyright office and we trademarked your logo. So your drawings are now or rather soon will be copyrighted.”
Tiffany showed Robby how to log on to his website and navigate around it. She gave him the site password if he wanted to change it. She checked the site counter and his site had received 335 hits. “You have gotten just over 300 hits Robby. We accounted for 33 hits setting it up; the counter was the first thing on your website.”
“They are just random hits Tiffany. A blank page with a name would get hits.” Robby said. “Tell the girls I appreciate their efforts and when I get time I will do a portrait for each of them, and let’s take them out for pizza next Saturday Mom.”
“That is very thoughtful Robby I think that is a very nice idea,” Sandy added. “Instead of Pizza though Robby, we’ll take the girls to Lombardo’s. You have earned enough to do that much for them.”
“I assume they know about Robbi, is that right Tiff?”
“Kinda, they are not dummies.”
“That reminds me Ms. Sanderson knows too. She is the art teacher at school. According to her I have to take art this fall. I told her I am taking tailoring, but she emphasized I will be taking art. I think she knows Alice.”
“She is cool. I like her,” Tiff said.
“Well ni ninight, night girls, we have a busy day tomorrow, Oh Robby let me net your hair so it will be easier to handle in the morning.”
Robby and Sandy headed to her room. He sat at her vanity and she brushed his hair and covered it with a hair net.
“With that shaping you got today it should be easier to handle in the morning dear. We have to get up earlier as it is to get us all ready and there by eight thirty. So straight to bed dear.”
“I love you Momma, thanks for all you have done.”
“I love you too, Robby. You really are one sweet kid.”
Robby stopped by Tiffany’s room on the way to his bed, they hugged and kissed a bit before he headed off to sleep.
(to be continued)
Robbi learns more about art and her abilities.
Drawn Together Ch. 4
by
Paula Dillon
Robby woke to a passionate kiss. It was still suite dark in the house. He started to get into the kiss, when Tiffany said, “Time to get up sleepy head.”
Only when he was awake were the lights turned on. What a nice way to be woke up he thought.
“The bathroom is yours go ahead and take your shower, but don’t get your head wet use the shower cap.”
Robby showered and took care of his business and put on his panties. His mom came in and attached his breast forms with glue and helped him on with his bra.
“I will do your makeup after breakfast; just wear your robe and underwear right now.”
They ate a good breakfast, not knowing when they would be able to eat again. Then they went to get dressed. Robby selected a camisole, dark green long sleeve silk blouse, a black leather mini-skirt, off black pantyhose and his black patent leather pumps.
Robby’s mom did his makeup in a very mature style and really highlighted his beautiful eyes. He loved the way she did his hair; he was glad it grew it so long and that it was so full. He was really gorgeous. Tiffany came in, she looked really good to similarly dressed.
“Just hugs no kisses dear, we don’t want to ruin our makeup.”
Sandy finished dressing in a suit that came just over her knee. The suit was new and looked fab on her. Her makeup was more subdued than Robbi's or Tiffany’s but much better than two weeks ago.
They got their stuff together, purses with all their makeup, the portfolios and drawing supplies. The stuff went in the backseat while they got in up front, with Robbi in the middle. They stopped at Wally world and got several packs of Polaroid film. At the mall they were all carrying stuff in through the service entry to set up outside Alice’s Frame shop. There were already some wire frame walls so Robby could hang his displayed pictures, and a decorated trellis for a background. By nine o’clock everything was setup and Alice was opening.
“Hello Robbi, Tiffany and Sandy how are you. Are ya’ll ready for today.”
“As ready as we can be Alice, and nervous as all get out,” Robbi said.
“Well, you will get over it dear, when you start working. I have another two thousand in orders dear, did you finish the others?”
“Yes ma’am got them right here,” Robbi said opening the portfolio. “I think I did a pretty fair job.”
Alice went through the drawings and said, “You did more than just a fair job dear. These drawings are wonderful. I am sure the people will be pleased.”
“The one of Mrs. Marshall is the best of that group. I really like that,” Robbi added.
“Yes it is. Her daughter will be pleased to present it to her. Well let me get these matted and get ready to open dear.”
Robbi took her orders and started working on them, as Tiffany set up a table and got ready to take orders. She had finished two of eleven orders when people started coming into the mall. She drew a crowd as she worked. She didn’t have long to wait before she had customers. Some dropped pictures off and Tiffany would write down what they expected. One family with Mother, Father and three children came dressed to the nines, and Robbi took them immediately. She took a photo of the group and roughed out the drawing and let them go. She worked on that drawing for the better part of an hour before she finished it.
One girl who was there in a crop top and shorts wanted a fantasy makeover drawing. She had a picture of a gown and a hairstyle. Robbi got right into the drawing. She was pretty but not really gorgeous. That would change as Robbi drew. She brought out her inner beauty and made her shine. The more she worked the more she became Robbi, and it showed in her work. The girl just gushed when Robbi finished it.
There was not a time when she was not busy. One a handsome young man was her next model. She started drawing but felt something was not right.
“Sir, I have been busy since nine this morning, could we go to the food court and get a bite to eat and talk a bit?”
“Sure I know you have been busy; I have watched you for a while. It would be my honor to join you for lunch.”
Robbi informed Tiffany what she was going to do, got her purse and asked her to join them in about ten minutes. Tiffany nodded.
As they walked to the food court Robbi said, “Hi I am Robbi Davis and you are?”
“I am James Morgan.”
“Well James it is good to meet you. I don’t know how to ask this so if I offend you please don’t get mad. It is just I feel there is more to you than most see. Tell me do you feel like you are a girl at times?”
James stopped his mouth wide open in shock and said, “What do you mean? Why would I want to be a girl?”
“I am sorry it is something I have felt, as I was drawing I wanted to draw high cheeks, arched eyebrows and luscious lips. I can’t explain it but that is how I felt. I can finish it as you are James. I am sorry I mentioned it.”
“No you are more correct than you think. It was strange you saw that in me. I do feel that way but I know I would never pass as a girl.”
They got something to eat and talked James opened up to Robbi and she comforted him. He really needed that drawing as James for his mom, but in his heart he wanted to be Jamie. Robbi told him she would give him that picture. James showed her pictures in his wallet of his mom and dad. They wouldn’t understand him becoming Jamie; he loved them but wished he could come out to them.
Tiffany joined them eating and talking. She was glad to get away for a few minutes. Robbi had enough orders to keep her busy for a while. They cut it short after Tiffany finished eating and Robbi and Tiffany went to the ladies’ room and touched up their faces and returned to work.
Ms. Sanderson showed up and just watched Robbi work. Robbi felt a little nervous working with her there but she just concentrated on her drawing. She finished James' portrait and went on to the next. She started working faster but no less accurate as she went. She enhanced many of the patrons who were requesting her drawings. She loved it when they let her draw what she saw, and they were very pleased with her work. No one had any complaints for the work they received. By the nine pm closing time she had done twenty two drawings for two thousand three hundred dollars and had orders for another two thousand on top of the order that Alice had for her.
“I am not going to be able to take many more orders and finish before Mother’s day. Thirty five requests and the ones from tomorrow, I will be swamped. I won’t be able to do this again next week end for sure but I will get these done.”
“Yes I see that,” Alice said, “I will cap off orders here till you are ready for more. I have never been so busy matting and framing Robbi. I am glad you did this.”
They looked at some of the work that Alice had completed. The finished works looked really nice matted and framed. Alice had a big smile on her face. “It has been a real bonus to my business.”
“Well kidos let get something to eat and head to the house.”
“I am all for that,” Tiffany said. “Robbi was so busy we only took one 45 minute break in eleven hours except for some quick bathroom breaks.”
“My hands are sore from drawing but I’ll get over it. Let’s go.”
They headed out. They stopped at a diner and had a quick meal. Sandy talked to the kids while they ate. Robby we worked out that you are contractually working for Alice she will keep 10% of all credit card receipts since it costs her to use it for us and I think it is fair. You are paying Tiffany ten dollars an hour if that is alright Tiffany.”
“That is cool Sandy. I can go with that,” Tiff giggled.
“Make it fifteen dollars an hour though for Tiffany, Momma, she can use the extra five.”
They headed on home and got showered before they hit the sack. Robbi was asleep fast.
Robbi woke first and was able to get her hair fixed and dressed before the others woke. Her hair was almost as good as the beautician had done it and as good as her mom had done it. While the others got ready she started on a picture of Jamie and her parents. She showed a loving Father and Mother with a hand on their beautiful Daughter.
Tiffany looked over her shoulder and said, “I wondered what that was all about. I knew you were up to something.”
“Yes he was unhappy with being a guy but afraid of what his parents would think if he came out. I had a gut feeling that something was up when I first tried to draw his portrait.”
Robbi put that drawing and went down to eat breakfast. They did their makeup Robbi doing her own showing much skill as she worked. They headed to the mall earlier so that Robbi could work on some of the orders before the mall opened.
Robbi started drawing as soon as she got to the mall at eight-ten. She had done six drawings from pictures before the mall opened. She was very free with her enhancements, making the guys and girls look better than they did. Some showed greater enhancement in some than in others, but still the subjects were easily recognized.
Once people started showing up she took over working on them. Robbi really enjoyed this work, it seemed to energize her and she didn’t get as tired as she would have thought. She worked very quickly completing one after another. She had one patron that caused her to slow down a bit though. It was a teenage girl whose face had been scared years earlier. She would have been very pretty if not for the scar. Robbi worked to minimize the effects the scar had on her appearance, but still faithfully represent the girl. She added warmth, confidence and character to the girl’s appearance. She would eork on that girl's appearance later she thought if her art had any magic at all. Tiffany saw what Robbi was doing and agreed in spirit to it. She finished with a gown that was heavenly, lots of frills and lace. The girl cried when she saw her portrait and hugged Robbi. Tiffany took the girl and helped her clean her face up after she had a good cry. Alice had the girl’s picture matted before they returned.
Another girl who was clearly sort of flat chested and appeared to be about eighteen wanted a lot of enhancement to her figure. Robbi took her from an A to a C cup. It brought lots of smiles from the girl. Boy is that girl in for a surprise, Robbi thought.
Robby handled a lot more pictures this day; many were requests for smaller less detailed portraits. By the end of the day she had done twenty for patrons who were there for fourteen hundred dollars. When she finished the work she will have made over ten grand for her efforts. Sandy said six would go to Robby’s college fund, two for whatever Robbi wanted, while the rest would pay taxes and other expenses.
Some of the expense money took them to a nice restaurant. They really enjoyed being pampered there. The food was excellent, along with the décor.
They got home about eleven and prepared for bed. Robbi’s breast forms came off and the growth of her own boobs could be clearly seen. She was an AA on top with large dark circles around her nipples that were larger and protruding, she lost and inch in the waist and gained that inch in the hips and butt. Robby could see where his other enhancements seem to be working in his length and girth. Tiffany came to his room and showed him her matching birthmarks but only told him about the pubic mound, where the hair growth was thicker and beginning to show a heart shape.
“I think I want to do this again not this weekend but the following week end and just do walk ups, and maybe this summer four days a week for a while.”
“We have six weeks of school left before we are out. We will have to see what happens between mom and dad. I have a feeling we will be steps before school starts.”
They made out for a few minutes, before Tiffany left him alone. Robby got his pencil and pad out and started working on a picture of his Mom. He couldn’t say why, it was just something he felt he should do. Like something was guiding his hand as he drew. After all the enhancements he had drawn he drew her a little thicker of waist and a little fuller of breast, before clothing her form. He then realized that she looked pregnant in his drawing. He put that one away and vowed not to mess with it again.
He went to sleep and rested well that night. He awoke the next morning; his nipples were really itching and irritated. He wore a camisole under a dark shirt, a long with his panties and tights under his pants.
Sandy was in a really great mood that day. Robby asked her to make a doctors appointment for him because he was growing and shrinking in places. He got across that his male stuff was only growing. She agreed that, that was a good idea. They ate and got ready for school. Robby took the drawings of Jamie’s family and the girl with the scarred face with him.
The kids snuggled up in their usual place waiting for the bell. Beth and Kelly showed up happily together now. They had big smiles on their faces and were chumming like real girlfriends. Now that was a sight nobody ever really expected. The two joined them for a few and they chatted. They were off at the bell though and headed to their class.
At second period his teacher called hi to the front, “Ms. Sanderson talked to me and since you would have to work hard to get a grade lower than an A in my class she asked if you would drop by her room 275 and visit with her. I said it was alright for one day.” Mrs. Carson said handing Robby a pass.
Robby got his stuff and headed to room 275. It was an off period for Ms. Sanderson apparently; she was the only person in there right now.
“Hello Ms. Sanderson.”
“Hello Mr. Davis, come on in. It was good seeing you Saturday. I have to say I was really impressed, with your appearance and your talent. I also looked at your work that you had displayed. How long have you dressed that way?”
“A little less than two weeks Ma’am.” Robby felt no antagonism and decided to be open with her. “I won’t go into the why but it is something I like.”
“I am not out to ruin you Robby and anything I can do to help you, I will and I am sure there are many teachers who currently don’t know but would be interested in helping you.”
“I may need their help Ma’am; I have a doctor’s appointment later this week. It seems that, how can I say this; I am developing some characteristics that are not exactly masculine. I may have to get out of gym, if you know what I mean.”
Ms. Sanderson had a lost expression on her face until Robby held his hands cupped chest high and she said, “Oh, ok. Well then you will need a doctor’s excuse to get out of class. You might get a nurse’s excuse if you explain it to her till then. Robby I love your artwork. I wanted to talk to you about your class schedule for next year and get you into the classes you want for then, but we may want to wait till we hear from your doctor. Let me go ahead and send you to the nurse’s office and let you explain it to Nurse Wilson.”
Robby headed to the nurse’s office. Nurse Wilson greeted him with a smile on her face and asked, “How can I help you Robby.”
“Ms. Wilson, my mom is getting me a doctor’s appointment for this week and I will need to get out of PE for at least till I meet the Doctor.”
“What seems to be the problem?”
“It would be easier if I showed you than try to explain; can I go into the back and take my shirt off then let you come in?”
“Sure if you feel it is necessary,” she handed him a small gown.
In the next room he took off his shirt and camisole and hid the camisole under his shirt, before dressing in the gown. Ms. Wilson came in and had him show her. Her lips took on an O as she saw his breasts. “Ok may I feel them Robby.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
She started checking them out clinically, “They seem to be normal breast tissue for a girl entering puberty, you really do need to see a doctor about this. I won’t check your genitals dear but they need to be checked. I expect to hear from the Doctor soon but drop by here when you have gym. I will clear it with the coach.” She took out a measuring tape and checked his chest. You are almost a 32A dear. Ok get dressed. It is good that you trust me enough to show me this dear. I won’t violate that trust.”
She left him alone and he dressed. It was almost third period when he left Ms. Wilson’s office.
“There you are Robby; I was just looking for you.” Ms. Stringer said, “your mom called she said she will be by at twelve thirty to pick you up you have a Doctor’s appointment. Nothing serious I hope.”
“No Ma’am just a slight problem.”
Lunch came and Robby met Tiffany and told her about his appointment. He had to hurry then to the front to be waiting for his mom. She showed up and he got into the car.
“I talked to my OB/GYN and told her about you. I asked her recommendation for a doctor and she told me to bring you to her dear. You have a one thirty appointment.”
“If I am going to a female doctor let me go home and change Mom won’t take me fifteen minutes.”
“Ok but you have to hurry.”
At home Robby ran up to his room taking his clothes off as he went. He put on a pink silk tank and his black rayon ladies slacks that zipped up the back, with his pumps. He looked very feminine but neat. You could easily see his breasts through the soft silk top. He added a touch of lipstick grabbed his purse and headed downstairs. “If I am going I would rather look the part Mom.”
“No problem dear, I understand fully.”
They arrived at the office he fit in well. His mom filled out the patient information sheet and they waited. Robbi’s name was called by the nurse and he was weighed and his height measured 5’ 1” and 107 lbs. Nurse took his temp and blood pressure 98.4 deg. and 106/70, pulse 66. Robbi was led to a room handed a gown and instructed to undress to her panties and put the gown on. Robbi did this and sat down on the examine table. In a few minutes a lady who looked to be a doctor entered.
“Hello I am doctor Brenda King and you are Robbi, right?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You’re a male and you are developing secondary female characteristics right?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Ok drop the top of your gown dear and lay back on the table.”
He did this.
"Yes I can see the breasts dear. I am going to examine them,” she said and began to examine each breast. They feel like normal breasts, your nipples are larger than most males and your areola’s appear dark, normal for a pubescent female. Ok take your shorts off I need to examine your genitals.”
She smiled when she saw they panties, but didn’t say anything. “Now I need you to sit on the table, put your feet in the stirrups and scoot your tush forward, till I say stop. Ok stop. Ok dear I know this will be embarrassing but I need to inspect your genitals.” She pulled the gown up and observed poked, prodded, felt and such. “You seem to have well developed, male genitalia, everything seems normal for a boy your age. Testes are descended and normal. Now for another indignity, I need you to lie across the exam table like you are going to get a shot. That is right.” Robbi felt some lubricant being applied to his anus. “Now you know where I am. I need to feel inside for your prostate gland dear.” Her finger probed him. His penis got hard as she felt his whatever. “Prostate feels normal good reaction to the stimuli. Ok dear I need you to do what boys do when they are alone in that rest room, in other words masturbate and I need you to collect your ejaculate in this specimen jar.”
Robbi absented himself and masturbated into the jar. After a few minutes, his deed was done. Back in the examine room the doctor took it and looked at it. “Good volume normal appearance, I will send it off for tests. Ok stand by the wall and take off your gown. Ok you have early breast development, your waist is slim and your hips are developing, turn to the side, you have a fat pad forming on your buttocks. Your appearance except for your genitalia appears normal for a pubescent girl. Your genitalia, and reaction to stimuli are normal and you are well developed for a boy your age. I need to take blood samples and send them off for a hormone analysis. Get dressed and a nurse will take blood and show you to my office in a few minutes.”
Robbi went behind the screen and got dressed. He sat on the table till the nurse came and took his blood. She was then escorted to the doctor’s office.
The doctor was waiting for them and looked Robbi over. “You look very nice dear; I now need to ask you some questions. Are you using any illegal drugs like marijuana or opiates?”
“No.”
“Are you taking any medicines?”
“No.”
“Are you taking any hormones, male or female?”
“No.”
“Are you taking any birth control pills?”
“No.”
“Well, I didn’t think you were but I had to ask. I will find out the truth anyway when the blood tests come back. I see you are dressed as a girl Robbi is that your choice.”
“Yes ma’am. I thought I would fit in better like this.”
“You dress this way often?”
“Lately yes. I like the look and feel. Also I am treated with more respect as a girl.”
“In polite circles you might be as long as your secret is kept. Do you desire to become a girl?”
“No Ma’am. I have a girlfriend who likes me very much.”
“Are you sexually active?”
“No ma’am we have promised our parents that we won’t be till it is right for us. We kiss, hug and feel each other but we have never done it. Tiffany and I are still virgins.”
“Is that Tiffany Thomas?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Well if everything you have told me is true I see no problems at this time, other than the obvious. I want you to get some X-rays for me and to come back on Friday for a follow-up. You may come dressed as a girl it will be easier on my patients too. I may be able to make a diagnosis. It looks like it could be something called gynecomastica, but it is a little early too attach that label right now. What that means is a guy that grows breasts, but you seem to be maturing as a male also. We shall see. If it is what I think it could be, it may go away on its own. If it doesn’t, we shouldn’t do anything till you stabilize your growth. It may get worse before it gets better.”
“Momma, could I have a short word alone with Ms. King.”
“Sure dear,” she said standing and leaving them alone.
“Two things ma’am I would have a hard time in gym looking like this ma’am could I get excused out of PE till we get a handle on this?”
“I can arrange that, but you need to promise me that you will exercise at least four times a week for an hour on your own. I mean real exercise, running, cycling, swimming or such. And?”
“Ma’am, do you believe in magic?”
“Not really, are you telling me this all is magic.”
“I am not sure, but let me ask, do you have any birthmarks on your right shoulder about here?” Robbi asked pointing to his right shoulder.
“No I don’t.” she giggled.
“Don’t be afraid then if a little strawberry appears there right at the top of your bra cup, but covered by it.”
“Ok I won’t, but put it by the navel not by my breasts,” she said humoring him. This seems to be a good kid, he might have a few loose screws, but hey, that is what makes the world go round, she thought.
“Ok two inches down and two inches right. How is that?”
“Ok.”
Robby and his mother left they picked up Tiffany and headed to the clinic for his X-rays. That took about thirty minutes.
They got to their home Tiffany went to get her bags and Robby put on a bra and his breast forms. They then met John at a restaurant. He looked genuinely glad to see them. Sandy and John flirted all through dinner.
“Mom, Tiff and I are going to call a cab. You and John have fun together; we will be at our home mom.”
Both adults looked stunned at Robbi as she and Tiffany got up to leave.
Sandy blushed and said, “Ok but no fooling around, get your homework done and be good.”
Robbi and Tiffany got hugs from both olds. A cab arrived and the kids left.
“Good call Robby, Thank you. They need some time together,” Tiffany said.
They got home and Tiffany made Robby spill about the doctor. He told her while he drew the doc’s picture adding a strawberry down and right from her navel. He also enhanced her bosom and narrowed her waist somewhat while trimming her hips and butt. He touched up her cheeks and straightened out a slight bulge in her nose, gave her fuller lips and drew her in a long flowing gown. She was quite fetching in the drawing.
“Ok and your reason for the drawing.”
“Another experiment. I am not sure she believed me when I told her no drugs or anything made me this way.”
At ten thirty they both went to bed separately.
Morning came with Tiffany rummaging through Robby’s closet and drawers. Robbi woke as she was busy. “I ran out of clothes Robby, going to borrow some of yours. My dad, your Mom spent the night here. Dad has already headed to work. I think it is kinda funny here me borrowing girls clothes from my boyfriend,” Tiffany giggled.
Robby got up and gave tiffany a hug; your bra might a little tight but should work. Our panties are the same; I’ll borrow some of mom’s shoes. Robby got up and dressed he wore a camisole because it was easier on his nipples, panties, pantyhose and his pants.
Downstairs mom was dressed and ready for them, “Morning kiddos I see ya’ll have managed to cope. Tiffany we need to get some of your wardrobe here for your use. I see those are Robbi’s clothes, I think, I never imagined my son sharing clothes with his sister. Opps!”
“Did you say sister, does that mean what I think it means, Mom.”
“Yes but don’t spread it around kids till we make it official.”
Both kids hung around her neck kissing her. “Congrats,” Tiffany said.
“John is even Ok with you Robby, for some reason he trusts you kids. For some reason I do too.”
“Mom you need to come with me to the nurse’s office. I need to turn in an excuse not to go to PE. I hope he will adopt me so I am no longer a Davis.”
“Ok I know that this would be a hardship to you. We’ll have to see about the adoption though dear, that could be a problem. Let’s go kiddos.”
At school Sandy and Robby headed to the nurse’s office. She took Robby’s excuse and talked to Sandy about his condition. She told them it was more common than people believe and depending on the cause it could go away in two or three years on it’s own. She told Robby if he had any problems at school at all to come and tell her, or come by just to talk.
We had to go from the Nurse’s office to Ms. Stringer’s office. Ms. Stringer listened as we explained about my medical excuse from PE. She said she didn’t need to know the particulars as long as the nurse notified her of the necessity. I asked if I might speak to Ms. Stringer alone. We had finished our business so Mom thanked Ms. Stringer and left.
“Ms. Stringer I know you don’t have to know, but I would feel better if you did. It may effect how I am treated here. You see I am developing both Male and Female secondary sexual characteristics. It’s not my fault but I may start looking more and more like a girl.”
“You mean you are developing breasts?”
“I am developing breasts, a narrow waist, hips and a padded backside, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh dear, I know exactly what you mean, and your male parts?”
“Although my voice is still childish, my beard isn’t growing, but my male parts are well developed. I will be regularly seeing a doctor ma’am, till we get a handle on this.”
“We will try to make things easier for you Robby; you are a good kid and a bright one too. Would you tell me one thing though?”
“I will try.”
“How is it that you, Beth and Kelly have seemingly buried the hatchet?”
“I don’t understand that myself. I apologized to Kelly for my actions and she has been like a different person.”
“We will look out for you Robby, let’s keep an open line of communication dear, if you need any help talk to us. Oh since you are now out of PE, report to Ms. Sanderson’s class in room 257 during fifth period instead.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Go catch the rest of your first period Robby and good luck.”
Robby went to his first period class and gave the teacher his pass before taking his seat. The rest of his morning went off without a hitch, and he met Tiffany and her friends at lunch. It was fun being accepted in a group. Kelly and Beth and their friends expanded the group. Kelly it seemed became more popular now that she wasn’t acting snobbish. Beth just glowed; she had been down for so long that when her confidence was restored she just exploded with cheerfulness. Robert, Justin and their friends were also accepted in our group. It was strange seeing jocks and geeks getting along.
“Tiffany I am now out of PE for medical reasons and into art now.”
“Wow, that was fast, but I understand the need for it.”
After lunch he headed to Ms. Sanderson’s room. Robby was introduced to her class many he already knew. He took a seat in the back of the class. He was told that he could work on anything he was currently doing. Robby figured she knew he had lots of orders to complete. He just had to let her inspect and comment on them so she could give me a grade. He worked on the picture of Jamie. He made her a very attractive girl, drawing her anatomically correct from the skin out. Then he clothed him in mini-skirt, blouse and heels. Her parents looked proudly at their daughter. He then worked on the picture of the girl with the scar. Her scar gone and her face looking better than it ever did, she showed grace and confidence with a warm loving heart.
I turned the two drawings in at the end of class. Ms. Sanderson commented that she knew the girl, her name was Rebecca Snider, and the drawing although not true to life showed what the girl was really like, inside. I got A’s for both works. Ms. Sanderson then showed me where she graded the drawing’s I had done that weekend. I already had about fifteen A’s in her class.
All too soon school was out Mom picked us up and took us to Tiffany’s home. It was smaller than our house but nice. The three of us headed to Tiffany’s room.
“We are going to pack Tiffany up and move her to our home Robby. John and Tiffany are moving in with us. This June if all goes right John and I are going to marry.”
Tiffany had me take the clothes out of her closet and lay them on her bed as she hit her drawers. We went through every thing getting rid of some older stuff and keeping her better things. It felt strange helping her with her clothes but I loved doing it. I think she loved me being there too.
“Tiffany, one thing bothers me in all this.”
“What is that Robby?”
“What if it was my drawings that influence you to make your move on me, would you hate me if I had made you fall in love with me?”
“Robby, I am so happy now I don’t really care what got us together. I am as happy as when my real mother was alive. My dad, I was afraid he was slipping away and I was going to lose him but now he is so different and full of hope. You could have made me as ugly as a witch, if you made my dad happy I would still have loved you. I am going to marry you someday, mark my word you are not getting away from me. You can start designing our wedding gowns Robbi. Robbi can you get that gown made that you drew your Mom in. That would be great for her and Dad in that Tux you drew. We need to get busy, Robbi.”
“They need to get married soon Tiffany, I feel Mom is or soon will be pregnant, don’t tell anybody. I just started drawing her and I pictured her waist thicker and her breasts heavier. I realized that I was drawing her expecting.”
“Is it a brother or a sister?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ok let’s get working.”
They got Tiffany loaded into our Buick and headed to home. At home Tiffany got moved in. She began planning changes to her room. It was larger than her previous room, but it was a little drab. She wanted to put her things in my room till she could get hers painted. He didn’t think his mom would go for it, but she did. His closets and drawers now had more girls’ clothes than boys’. Robby had to make room for a lot of her things. Tiffany and Mom went through her new room planning the paint and decorations. Robby left them doing their thing and started work on his commissions. He worked till dinner time. John came in and we had a big family dinner. The kids were in heaven, the olds, were so good together.
After dinner instead of watching TV with everyone Robby retired to the office to work. It wasn’t too long till he realized he had an audience. John was watching him work intently.
“You are very good at that.”
“Thank you, sir. I don’t really know how I came to be so good it is just something I just started doing. I guess it is a natural talent.”
“Your Mom and I have had several long talks about you son. I know you like to dress as a girl at times. I just want you to know you have nothing to be afraid of from me. Dress however you like. I still will love you. Be true to yourself. We can do some guy things in the future or whatever you’re comfortable with. I know my daughter adores you Robby and she is happier than I could’ve ever hoped for. Please don’t hurt her.”
“I won’t I love her also. I know I could never replace you in her life, but we seemed destined to be together.”
“I agree but there will be plenty of time for that in the future, Robby. Don’t rush from being a kid to being a husband. I want you to know though that I trust my daughter to you.”
John hugged me and left me to my work. That was their first interaction together alone and it went well. He got five more drawings finished before bed time. John had left and went to his home while Tiffany stayed with us. Mom explained that it was for propriety’s sake that John was staying at his place, but he would join us each night for dinner.
Tiffany got on the internet looking for Tux’s that fit Robby’s design and I looked through catalogues for a similar dresses. I found a close design to the one I drew. It was plainer having no decoration. I figured it might be easier to get a dress and add frills to it.
“My sister and I need to go shopping without our mom.” Tiffany said.
It was late and mom made us got to bed. The week went by and Friday Mom and I wound back up to the doctor’s office. I was completely dressed in skirt and blouse this time.
After some similar checks and a brief physical we were again led to Doctor King’s office.
“We’ll I can find no overt reason why Robby is developing in such a manner. He seems to have grown a bit in his breasts and it is an amazing rate of growth but he should grow no bigger than you Mrs. Davis. I want to see him twice a month for the near future to mark his growth. His hormone levels are normal, his sperm count is normal and the sperm are active and motile. There are no signs of disease or drugs in his system. He is quite healthy. He is the lower ten percentile on growth for weight and height for his age but he is in good health. I am afraid I just can’t explain it, we can only monitor it for now. Sandy may I have a few words with Robby alone please.”
Mom left us alone.
“I believe you Robby, I thought you had a few loose screws, or were just kidding, but now I believe. I won’t show you but the mark is there and quite cute. You made some other changes too. I wish you would have consulted with me first, but they are not objectionable. I just have to alter my wardrobe and get some new clothes. I like the facial changes you made. Now tell me are you stuck like this.”
“I haven’t tried to change back. I too like the changes at least for now. I may start to live as a girl. I have given that a lot of thought but I won’t change my boy parts I’ll just hide them.”
“That is a tough road Robby, I may be able to help you a little, but please be careful. Also check with me before you make any more changes to me, please. You don’t have to try to undo anything just be careful.” With that she gave Robby a big hug.
Robby and Sandy headed to the mall. He had finished all the drawings and turned them over to Alice. She gave Robby a check for the works he had been paid for and he would have to drop back by for his last check, when his patrons picked up their art. Everybody was very complimentary of their drawings; there weren’t any complaints at all, which Alice said was very unusual, considering the price.
“I want to do this again next weekend Alice but just for walk in traffic. I want to have a life besides drawing.”
“I hear you Robbi; I never believed it would take off like that. I knew you were good but that was amazing dear.”
“Mom you talk to Alice for a second I want to check something out ok.”
“Sure dear, I would love to sit and talk.”
Robby headed off to the fabric shop. He found the lady he had talked to the last time he was there.
“Ma’am may I talk to you in confidence?”
“Sure, how are you Robbi? I am Cindy by the way.”
“I am doing great. Mom is getting married again in June and I wondered who would be able to make a gown for her in that time.”
“That’s great dear I know you are so happy. That depends on the gown dear.”
Robby opened his portfolio and showed her the dress.
“Oh my, that is gorgeous. I just love the antebellum look. The other gowns are quite nice too but that is a beautiful dress to get married in. That is a lot of work dear let me check. Let me get my digital camera dear. I need your phone number dear.”
Robby gave her his card. He still had quite a few of those left. She took several shots of the drawing at the highest resolution the camera was capable of.
“I will give you a call Robbi, as soon as I know anything.”
“Thank you dear.”
Back at the frame shop the olds were having lots of fun when Robby got back. They were sharing cups of hot tea and talking about girl stuff. Robbi had picked up enough from the girls at school that she fit right in.
Sandy and Robbi soon left for lunch. Sandy twisted Robbi’s arm and convinced her to play hooky. It didn’t really take that much convincing. Robby had a straight A in all his classes and had not missed that much school. They stopped at a sandwich shop and ate.
“Robby with you out of PE and Brenda wanting you to exercise for at least 4 hours a week, what would you like to do dear?”
“I think cycling and running, Mom I have always been a good runner. I am use to running from fights.”
“Well I know of a few shops we need to stop at. I want to stop at a dancers supply shop. We need to get you some Dancer’s belts.”
“Some what?”
“Dancer's belts. They will help you camouflage your male parts, you can ditch that hot heavy girdle, I know it has got to be uncomfortable. You might even be able to wear a bikini with one on dear or at least a nice one piece swimsuit. I assume your going to look like Robbi with an I more this summer.”
“Mom, I have thought about it and if I don’t stop changing I might have to start living as a girl full time. How would you feel about that? It could be easier to pass as a girl in a little bit.”
“I have thought the same thing. I hope this didn’t come out of anything I did Robbi. I didn’t force it did I?”
“No Mother, don’t even worry about that. Nothing that has happened to me is your fault. I love you Mom and I always will. I want to thank you. I understand more about women than I ever would have. John and I talked. He will support me as a daughter or a son. I like him Mom.”
“I saw him go into the room where you were working. I wondered what was going on. I am glad you like him. Let’s go dear.”
They went to the ladies room and relieved themselves and took care of their faces.
They went to the Dancers supply Sandy found the dancers belts and bought about a half-dozen. They stopped at a gas station she handed Robbi one belt and told him to go try it out. It had a set of printed instructions. It took a few tries to get things sorted out, and it wasn’t the most comfortable piece of clothing he wore, but it was alright. It was a lot cooler that was for sure, and he could feel the nylons and satins better. He also noticed that the skirt fit better now not as tight.
“Mom look at my hips and butt, without the girdle.” Robbi said when she got back to the car.
“Yes dear you have a very nice figure. I wonder where it is going to stop.”
“I don’t know.”
They drove over to a bike shop next. Robbi started looking at high end bicycles. This was one time she wished she didn’t have a skirt on. She did see some cycling clothes though she found a jersey and bib her size and tried them on. Her tits were plainly visible through the tight jersey, her nipples looked huge sticking through. She got a sports bra to go with the outfit. Her male parts were safely tucked out of sight, she noticed also. She looked like a girl. She liked the fit though and bought it. Free of restrictions although barefoot, she was able to try out several bikes. She found a bike she liked and fit her. She bought it and a bunch of other gear she would need. She spent about three grand on bike, clothes, safety gear and shoes. She changed back into her other clothes as the salesman attached the bike carrier to the Buick. He was demonstrating how to rack and un-rack the bike when Robbi joined them. The rack could hold two bikes.
Next Sandy got Robbi some aerobics tights, leotards, sport bras and trunks, along with a couple of tapes. Sandy intended for Robbi, Tiffany and herself to use the tapes.
It was Time for school to be getting out and they drove by. Tiffany was waiting and was excited to see them show up. Robbi didn’t get out of the car to greet her, but did scoot over.
“Nice bike Robbi.”
“Yeah since I am not in PE anymore Mom and the doctor insist I get 4 hours of exercise a week. Do you want a bike too?”
“I don’t know may I ride yours to.”
“Sure but it is hard for both of us to ride at the same time. Mom also got us some jazzercise tapes Tiffany so get ready to shake your fanny.”
“After you dear,” Tiffany giggled.
We went home and Robbi unloaded her bike and stuff. She had a pair of hooks that could be screwed into the wall studs to hold the bike. She would let John do that. Tiffany looked at the bike.
“Those are weird pedals on the bike.”
“Yeah you have to wear special shoes to ride this bike. They shoes lock into the pedal.”
Tiffany and Robbi headed on to her room.
“You are not wearing your breast forms and you have a nice set of boobs Robbi.”
“Yeah I had to buy a sports bra to try on some riding clothes, my nipples stood right up through this tight jersey.”
Tiffany locked the door to Robbi’s room and had him take off her blouse, camisole and sports bra she still had on.
“Whoa, let me get a tape and measure you off with your skirt.” Tiffany said getting Robbi’s measuring tape. “Even without your padded girdle you have nice hips and backside girl.” Tiffany measured Robbi. “You are a 32 B-26-34 now. I like your front. I see your not wearing your girdle Robbi, how are you hiding yourself like this?”
Robbi dropped his panty a bit and showed her his dancer’s belt. “It is a dancer’s belt it’s a bit uncomfortable but I like it.” Robbi put on her girl’s jeans; a regular bra with her breast forms, a blouse and her pumps. Her jeans slid on a little easier till she got to her hips, they were as tight as when she worn them with her padded girdle. She swore her butt was being split as the back seam of the jeans lifted and separated her backside. At least they buttoned easier. Her bra really felt cramped when she put it on, her own boobs and the breast forms fit tightly together.
“Can I try one of your older bras without the forms Tiffany?”
“Sure Robbi,” she went over to the dresser and got out an old 34 B bra with stretch cups, “I haven’t worn this one in a long time but it was too nice to throw away. I never thought I would be loaning it to my future step brother.”
Robbi took his off and put on Tiffany’s bra, it fit much better. The cups were not quite filled, but it looked pretty good. “I never thought I would be wearing bras. It will be hard to hide my breasts for four more weeks Tiffany. I will need to bind them I think come Monday.”
“You are probably right Robbi.”
With her silk tank top on she looked good. Everything was all her now. They went down to show Mom.
“Mom what do you think?” Robbi asked posing for her Mom.
“Is that all you dear?”
“What about your male parts? Are they ok?”
“Mom I am growing there too, not as fast but they are growing?”
“Oh we are going to have to buy some ace bandages and athletic tape dear.”
The phone interrupts them. It was John and he wants Sandy to get ready for a date.
“Will you kids be alright alone; ya’ll can order a pizza or fix your own dinner, if you like.”
“We’ll be fine Mom, don’t worry, let’s get you fixed up.”
They hurried Mom upstairs, Tiffany helped her get undressed and into the shower while Robbi selected a short sexy LBD, undies, garter belt and stockings. Robbi left while Tiffany helped Sandy get dressed. Robbi watched as Sandy started on her makeup and Tiffany worked on her hair. Robbi handed her mom a pair of black stiletto pumps. Sandy was gorgeous in under an hour and ready for John when he drove up at seven.
Tiffany drew Robbi to her in a hug. They held each other tightly for several minutes.
“Pizza or my cooking,” Tiffany asks.
“Pizza, I don’t want to be separated from you long enough for you to cook.”
They phoned for a pizza and then they made out on the couch till it arrived. After eating they went up to Robbi’s room. Tiffany had Robbi sit on the bed and stripped for her. She let her see the birthmarks Robbi had given her and the heart shaped pubic mound she bore. She then hit the shower. When she came out she had on a fresh pair of panties and a sleep shirt. Robbi did the same for Tiffany. Robbi showed her the dancer’s belt. With it on she looked like any other teenage girl. Robbi took off the dancer’s belt; Tiffany could see he was just over six inches flaccid. It was then Robbi’s turn to shower. She returned in just her panties, dancer’s belt and a silk sleep shirt. Tiffany had Robbi sit next to her and she suckled on Robbi’s nipples. It drove Robbi wild unable to get an erection still she felt a pressure build up in her belly, her whole body tingled as Tiffany worked. Robbi trembled and spasmed as his body exploded in ecstasy.
“You just had a females orgasm this ‘IS!’ going to be fun baby.”
“God that was awesome, Tiffany. So that is what girls call an orgasm.” Robbi said putting on his sleep shirt.
“I will never let you get away without giving me one, when we get married. I want you working both ways. I love the bush you gave me Robbi. It is about four times thicker than before and of course heart shaped now.”
“I love everything about you, Tiffany.”
“Do me a favor Robbi I want you to draw us, you and me married to each other, both of us in wedding gowns. Draw us about twenty to twenty three years old. I want to know that you will be married to me. We will wait till we graduate from college but we will be married. Please Robbi, do it for me. Have us looking lovingly in each others eyes, totally committed to each other.”
“Are you sure Tiffany? Are you really sure you want to be married to me?”
“Yes I am Robbi; I have never been more sure about anything dear. I love you so much.”
“Tiffany find me a day in June, a Saturday and not the first Saturday, at least six years from now on the computer. Will you do that for me?”
“Sure dear.”
Robbi took out his pad and started drawing. He drew Tiffany and Robbi both in wedding dresses holding each other and gazing lovingly into each others eyes. Robbi drew a college graduation ring on her right hand. Tiffany came up with a June 10, 2006 as Robbi continued to work. He drew for two hours and drew a ribbon banner with the inscription:
Mr. and Mrs. Robbi Thomas, married today the tenth of June in the year two-thousand and six.
Tiffany giggled she was still two inches taller than Robbi. At the bottom he wrote Mr. Robbi Thomas and his wife Ms. Tiffany Thomas.
“Happy dear,” Robbi said.
“Very happy, dear. Well are you going to get down on your knees and ask or are you just going to assume I will marry you?”
Robbi got on his knee before Tiffany. “Tiffany will you consent to be my wife?”
“What no ring?” she giggled.
Robbi trudged over to the jewelry box his mom had put in his room with some rings and things she use to wear and found a ring with a large sky blue topaz.
“Sorry it is not a diamond and I don’t have anything more suitable but Tiffany Thomas will you consent to be my wife?” Robbi said sliding the ring on her ring finger.
“Robbi of course I will marry you. I just love blue topaz dear.”
They heard the door open and Sandy call out, “Robbi, Tiffany come down,” in a very excited voice. “Hurry! Hurry!” They ran to her fearing something bad had happened. She had raccoon eyes, her face was a mess. She was waving her left hand. She had a huge rock on her ring finger Tiffany realized what was going on before Robbi snapped and hugged Sandy.
“We are getting married on Saturday June 10th, Tiffany, Robbi.”
“So are we Mom?” Tiffany said.
“What are you talking about Tiffany?”
“Robbi and I are getting married on Saturday June 10, 2006. We set a date tonight.”
“John and I are getting married Saturday June 10, 2000.” Sandy said thoroughly confused.
Tiffany ran to Robbi’s room and got her drawing. She showed Sandy when she came back downstairs. Sandy starred at the drawing, and then hugged her two kids. “You kids aren’t kidding about this are you.”
“No Ma’am,” they both said.
Don’t tell John for a few years kids, not for at least five years, you will give him a heart attack.”
“Don’t worry about your dress Mom, Me and Robbi have that all planned out, and Dad’s tux too.”
“How long have ya’ll been planning this?”
“About two weeks,” Robbi said.
Robbi went and got his portfolio and showed Sandy the picture.
“Oh my gosh, Robbi, I hope you can do it. That dress is gorgeous, dear, and that Tux John is in. I just love it. Sort of like Gone with the Wind, Rhett Butler and Scarlet O’Hara. I love that movie.”
“I don’t know nuthin bout birthin no babies, Miss Scarlet.” Robbi effected.
They all laughed at Robbi. They all sat down to recover from the bout of laughing. Sandy was overwhelmed; she looked at Tiffany’s hand at the sky blue topaz ring. “Tiffany that ring! My mother gave me that ring when I went off to college. I loved that ring, I am proud to have you wear it as an engagement ring till Robbi can put a real one on your hand dear. I hope you love Robbi as much as I love John.”
“Thank you Mom, I am never going to get tired of calling you that. I love you, Dad and Robbi.”
“Tiffany will you be my maid of honor, and Robbi will you be a bridesmaid. I see you kids in such lovely gowns, please say yes.”
“Mom I would wear anything for you. Of course I will.” Robbi said.
“Me too Mom,” said Tiffany.
“Kids we are going to have an engagement party next Saturday night at seven-thirty, at La Chez Danni. I think it will be a good time for Robbi to make an appearance. So guess what we do tomorrow?”
Tiffany and Sandy both shouted, “Shopping!”
“You kids get to bed we will start early and shop all day.”
Tiffany followed Robbi to her room, hugged and kissed for a few minutes before parting.
Robbi woke to kisses in the morning. Tiffany was very cute in the mornings.
“Wake up Robbi,” Tiffany said.
“What time is it?”
“Six in the morning. Mom is still asleep, I just wanted some time with you,” she said crawling under the covers with Robbi.
They made out for about thirty minutes. They so wanted to go farther but they kept there word to their parents. Still it was enjoyable to both of them.
We got up; Mom was still asleep so we went to the kitchen. Tiffany and I whipped up breakfast, French toast, sausage, orange juice and coffee. Mom made it downstairs as we were setting the table. She hugged us both and sat.
“Ya’ll are industrious today. I like having you two cook for me. Kids we are going to fix up the house in the coming weeks. We are all going to live here. We will start with your room Tiffany. Then we will hit Robbi’s room, and then mine. We have a lot of work ahead, kiddos.”
“Mom I think this summer I am going to go full time as Robbi, I can’t hid my changes, nothing can be done till after I stabilize anyway, and I think I like this regardless.”
“I feel you are right Robbi. There will be no hiding your condition soon. I will check out the legalities. Let’s get dressed girls we have a lot to do.”
Robbi and Tiffany headed to Robbi’s room. Tiffany found Robbi another of her smaller bras a nice white lace cup bra. The bra really enhanced Robbi’s bust. It fit well and they could see Robbi’s nipples through the lace. “Your still growing Robbi that wouldn’t have fit yesterday I don’t think. You really need a camisole with that one.” The kids got dressed; they showed no qualms about dressing in front of each other. They even helped each other make choices of clothing, makeup and hairstyling. Robbi was a quick study on things feminine as he was on schoolwork. Tiffany thought it was delightful and was enjoying the attention. Soon they were dressed, made-up, and their hair done. Sandy watched them as they worked it was hard to believe how many changes have come about in less than three weeks.
Tiffany took the big drawing that Robbi had drawn and made a digital copy. She then printed it out on the laser printer all in high resolution.
It was a very good copy although everything was a lot smaller everything, but you could see the detail of the dresses well. They got their purses and left. They hit the wedding/prom dress shops at the mall but found none they liked or who would try Robbi’s drawing out.
They stopped by the fabric shop; Cindy was excited to see them.
“I was just going to call you today Robbi, I found someone who wants to do your gowns dear. I think she wants you to work with her too. Here is her card. Call her tomorrow she is making a delivery up state today.”
“Thank you Cindy,” Robbi said, “I will do that.”
They then went to check out party dresses. They found some nice dresses for each of them to try on. They concentrated on Robbi who had none. Robbi fell in love with chiffon there. The feel and the way it draped her frame was just fabulous. Robbi found several colors that complemented her Auburn hair and green eyes. They made sure they would fit her expanding bust before they settled on three. She got her LBD with spaghetti straps, a square neckline and a fitted waist. The skirt flared out from the hips and came to two inches above the knee. Robbi also got a royal blue dress with a deep v neckline, short cap sleeves, fitted from shoulders through the hips, and an asymmetrical hem line from just above the knee to mid-thigh. The last was a white scoop neck dress, long gossamer sleeves, high waisted, with a clingy bias cut skirt down to just below mid-thigh in a ruffled hem.
Tiffany just picked up her LBD. Her dress was sleeveless, its neckline was a little more daring than Sandy liked, but she looked fabulous in it. The bodice was fitted to the waist with a straight skirt in a charmeuse that came to two inches above the knee.
Sandy found a jacket and skirt in lavender. The jacket had a wide lapel, a modest neckline, fitted to the waist, three buttons and a slim fitted skirt with inverted box pleats in a linen silk blend.
Sandy was pleased that they selected no really short dresses; they had tried on a few almost obscenely short, but selected more modest hemlines.
They then headed to a shoe store to find matching shoes. Robbi kept finding four inch heels for her dresses and talked Tiffany into getting three inch heels.
They found handbags and accessories for their dresses. Robbi got another lesson in accessorizing. They went over a lot of different things to complete an outfit. Robbi had already picked up a lot in some of the fashion magazines, but still learned quite a bit. This kind of shopping was new to Robbi but still lots of fun.
They found some faux pearls that looked really good with the black dresses, along with pearl drop earrings, for each of them. Robbi picked up a bit more jewelry, than the others.
They stopped by Alice’s; she had Robbi’s last check. It was significantly higher than they had expected.
“Mrs. Marshall’s daughter was very pleased with your work Robbi and left a big tip for you.”
“A thousand dollar tip, Mom.”
“I have it set up for you for next weekend, too Robbi.”
“Oh momma is getting married Alice.”
“That is wonderful Sandy,” she said rushing to hug her.
“She is marrying my dad.”
“I know that you will all be happy.”
They all joined in a big group hug. They stayed about a half-hour talking about their plans. Alice was invited to the engagement party.
They hit one of the restaurants at the mall. They were escorted to a table. As Robbi sat she heard a familiar voice.
“Well hello Sandy and Tiffany, and who is this?”
Chills went up Robbi’s back it was Ms. Stringer. Robbi really wanted to run, but that wouldn’t do any good.
Robbi turned to where her voice came from. “It is me Ms. Stringer Robby.”
She had a look of amazement on her face. She was apparently alone judging by the one place setting at her table.
“Would you care to join us, we would be delighted if you would?” Robbi asked.
“I would really love that Robby; I do enjoy charming company and being with two of my best students. I am sure to hear an interesting story.”
Ms. Stringer joined them at their table and everyone exchanged pleasantries. The waiter passed out menus and took drink orders. Ms. Stringers drink was brought to their table and the rest got their and orders were taken all around. Sandy started to give an explanation but Ms. Stringer interrupted and asked Robby to explain.
“Sandy I know there is an explanation but I would really like to hear it from Robby.”
So Robby began, he started with the truth and continued with the story. From the time his mother challenged him to the medical explanation for his appearance. He explained that it was going to be hard to conceal his condition and so his Mom and friend were helping him get use to appearing as a girl. “This is all me Ms. Stringer not a spot of padding from my bust to my hips. I had a choice of looking like a feminine guy, or a girl. I chose looking like a girl. I am probably going to have to go to a different school next semester. I am all boy, except for no beard, my voice, and my apparent female traits.”
“Very well said Robby, so you may be stuck this way for two to three years you say.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You were very eloquent and to the point, further I detected no deceit in what you have said, it might be rough Robby but I would like to see you back this fall as a girl. We will see what accommodations we can make. Let me talk in confidence, with our staff and legal, your name won’t be smeared dear. I must say you are quite lovely and you handle yourself well.”
“I just hope that I can conceal my breasts for the rest of this semester. We have just over four more weeks, right Ms. Stringer.”
“Twenty three more school days Robby. Ms. Sanderson is quite complimentary of your art work. She wants to give you two semesters credit for art.”
Tiffany took out the copy of the picture that Robbi drew, and handed it to her. “Robbi has a web site of her artwork and worked at this mall last weekend doing drawing. She earned over twelve thousand in two weeks.”
Ms. Stringer had a shocked expression on her face as she took the drawing from Tiffany. Robbi grimaced as Tiffany talked, wishing fewer people knew the truth.
“Some of her works are still at the frame shop.” Sandy added.
Ms. Stringer inspected the drawing carefully. It was extremely well done she thought and she recognized everyone in the drawing. “You did this drawing Robbi?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“The dresses are gorgeous dear where did you see them?”
“They are my design; Mom loves Gone with the Wind so I decided to give them an antebellum flavor. I want to go into fashion design. I love drawing nice dresses, and I hope to take tailoring and other courses along those lines. I want to create what I draw. Mom is going to get married in that dress if I have my way.”
“You’re engaged to John Thomas, Sandy?”
“Yes we are getting married this June.”
“That is wonderful; I wondered what changed Tiffany so. She hasn’t been bad but she is so much happier now I hear. That will make you and Tiffany sisters I suppose Robby.”
Tiffany blushed and looked at Robbi. She knew there was more to the story. Robbi handed Ms. Stringer one of her business cards. “It has my website on the card if you would like to check it out.”
“Well it has been very educational Robby, don’t give up hope about coming back this fall. If you have any problems please fell free to come by my office. I would hate to lose the two of you as students.”
Ms. Stringer left them sitting.
“Well that was interesting.” Sandy said.
“Yes, I wonder how things will change at school.” Robbi said.
They visited the ladies room, touching up their makeup before returning to shopping. They hit the major women’s stores. Robbi expanded her wardrobe a little more. Things she didn’t know she needed but that her Mom and Tiffany agreed she needed. It was fun, it was exasperating, and she guessed it was necessary. They gave up and called it a day as they had to get ready for a trip to Lombardo’s.
Tiffany and Robbi dressed side by side helping each other and coordinated their outfits. Robby had never had such fun dressing before and began to understand why a lot of girls really enjoyed the process. Robbi dressed in her Royal blue outfit and Tiffany in her little black dress. The girls went all out on their makeup and hair. Robbi was becoming quite good at makeup but needed help with her hair. Mom wore her new lavender suit and looked very good.
Tiffany took Robbi by her arms and looked in her eyes and said, “Robbi stay up in your room till I call you the girls should be here shortly. I believe everything will be alright, they really like you dear.”
Robbi just realized that he would be outing himself to more people. “Oh my gosh, Tiff I didn’t realize. I have become so comfortable as Robbi I just dressed as her.”
“Well don’t worry, I won’t let them hurt you love.”
Tiffany and Sandy went down stairs and waited. They agreed that Tiffany would get the door and bring them to the living room. Sandy held her new daughter closely. She had always wanted a daughter to share her life with and now she had two. Robbi couldn’t be a better daughter or son, she was so proud, and Tiffany God Bless her soul soaked up all the attention Sandy gave her.
“Mom I love you and I love calling you Mom. You would have loved my real Mom, she was such a lady.”
“I know Tiffany. I can see her in you dear. I would have loved to have known her and I know I will never replace her, but I am glad to call you my daughter now. Now don’t you start crying dear and ruin your makeup.” Sandy said fighting back her tears.
The doorbell rang and Tiffany jumped as she was startled. She went to the door and let Carol and Katy.
“Hi Carol, Hi Katy. You two look great.” Tiff said hugging the two girls
“Wow, you look fabulous Tiff,” Carol said.
“Thank you, where is Margie?”
“You do look great Tiff. Love that dress is it new? Margie will be here shortly, her brother is bringing her here.” Katy said.
“Yes it is. My new Mom bought it for me. Follow me; she is in the living room.”
Tiffany introduced the girls and Sandy. It wasn’t five minutes till the doorbell rung again and Margie joined them.
“Robbi will be down in a minute. I know ya’ll have your suspicions, but please you really need to keep this between us. Agreed?”
“Sure we all love Robby.” Cindy said, “I really love that picture of me he drew.
Tiffany went and brought Robbi to the living room. Three sets of jaws could be heard bouncing on the floor figuratively speaking that is.
“Girls, may I present Robbi.”
The girls were gob smacked and wordless for several seconds as they looked her up and down. Tiffany turned her like a dancer turns his partner.
“Oh my gosh Robbi your beautiful. I am jealous dear.” Cindy said.
Margie and Katy echoed her sentiments and they three of them rushed to hug her. Robbi felt a burden lifted from her shoulders. The girls accepted her and were excited about her.
“I just wanted to say thank you, for being my friends and for building my website. All of you really did a wonderful job on it. I like it very much.”
The girls were herded to the Buick by Sandy and then they headed to Lombardo’s. Lombardo’s was an upscale Italian restaurant. None of the girls had ever been there. The six lovely ladies really made an impression as they entered. Sandy had made a reservation so they were quickly escorted to their table. The wait staff were very helpful in assisting them. They all talked about Robbi asking tons of questions. Robbi answered as best she could and promised Katy and Margie to do their portraits as well as soon as possible.
Sandy just watched the girls; they had adopted Robbi completely in their group. She had to giggle as they talked about clothes, makeup and guys. Robbi had lots to say about the guys they were interested in and showed he could hold his own in the other areas. They also talked about Beth, Justin, Kelly and Robert. The food here was delicious, even here Robbi fit in well, her manners were impeccable. Her son would go through his food like a hurricane had struck, decimating the food on his plate, especially food this good. Robbi ate with small bites at a relaxed pace savoring the food as he ate. It made for an interesting time with good conversation.
As promised Robbi paid for the meal, she was proud to be able to do it. The girls got together with Sandy, as Robbi was paying and decided they wanted to have a sleepover. They all called home and got permission to spend the night with Tiffany. Sandy assured the parents that their girls would be well looked out for. They stopped briefly at each home and picked up whatever the girls would need for a sleep over.
Sandy drove them home and helped them get their things inside before saying, “Girls, I am going shopping to get some snacks and ice cream for you. I will be back in about an hour to an hour and a half; you can lay out your sleeping bags in the living room girls.”
Robbi and Tiffany both ran upstairs and got their own sleeping bags and brought them down. After Robbi laid out her bag she stood and found herself surrounded by the others holding their nighties.
“Tiffany, get a nightie for Robbi and yourself, then we need to talk,” Cindy said, “Sit Robbi.”
Robbi sat on the floor as Tiffany ran upstairs. She returned with two sleep shirts. The girls started to undress in front of Robbi and Tiffany joined them. When they were all down to their panties Margie spoke, “You can see us now Robbi let us see you.”
Robbi stood a little unsure of what the girls were up to, but they were all smiling at him. She reached behind herself and unzipped her dress she pulled it off her shoulders and then pulled it over her head. Next her camisole and half slip came off leaving she standing in her bra, panties, pantyhose and heels. There were exclamations from the girls as they saw his feminized body.
“Are those real?” Katy asked.
“Yes my doctor has told me I have a condition called gynecomastia that is where a guy develops breasts. They are as real as yours are,” Robbi said as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. “I may look like this for quite a while I am told before anything can be done.”
“Is the condition serious?” Cindy asked.
“Not overly serious unless you call a guy looking like a girl serious.” Robbi said as he took his heels and pantyhose off.”
“Where is you thingy Robbi?” Cindy asked.
“I have it restrained with a dancer's belt or gaff as some call it. They are used in ballet and dancing where certain bulges would not be appropriate I am told.”
The girls and Robbi sat bare-chested as Robbi explained what had been happening to her these last few weeks. Cindy had asked if they could touch Robbi’s breasts. Robbi told them you would have to ask Tiffany, because they we are sort of promised to each other. The girls giggled and Tiffany beamed a smile nodding her approval. The girls then gently felt Robbi’s breasts.
“Oh my gosh, they are real, how do they feel Robbi, are they sensitive like ours?” Margie asked.
“If Mr. Happy were not restrained I would be very embarrassed right now girls, I believe they are just like yours,” Robbi moaned as the girls felt her breasts.
“Oh my, they are bigger than ours except for Tiffany and look at those areolas and nipples. Are you sure you’re a guy?” Katy asked.
“Robbi go to the bathroom and take off your dancer’s belt, but put your panties and nightie on before you come back,” Tiffany said.
The girls dressed and started picking up their things, straightening up the room as Robbi headed to her bathroom to finish getting dressed. Tiffany got her things and Robbi’s picked up and took them to their rooms. Robbi was glad that the nightie, a pink silk nightie with lacy ruffles at the hem and sleeves with a matching robe, Tiffany got him was at least as long as the dress he had worn tonight. She took time to clean her own makeup off and take care of her skin care. Robbi took time to get her art things before heading back down.
When Robbi got back the girls were all dressed in their nighties and were joking around. Robbi didn’t need to raise her gown for the girls to see that she was definitely a guy.
“Girls, Tiffany and I have something we want to ask you. It is obvious that I am finding it hard to disguise my tits. I have talked to Mrs. Stringer and she wants me to come back to school next semester. I am going to have to live as a girl full time starting the day after finals. I hope I can make the last three weeks of school. I plan to start in the fall as a girl will ya’ll help us? Treat me as a guy till summer and then as a girl, I need your help for me to fit in.”
Robbi was gang hugged by the giggling laughing girls; Tiffany smiled as she looked in Robbi’s eyes. That is how Sandy found the kids when she returned.
“Ya’ll be nice kids now. No hanky panky now. Who here is up for mint chocolate chip or rocky roads ice cream?” Sandy quizzed.
The kids stampeded toward her and helped her with her load.
“Mom you are overdressed now. You need to get your nightie on too,” Tiffany said.
“Allrighty, I will be right back.”
Robbi got her pad and pencil out and started drawing Katy as they ate and had fun. She used as much care as she could the girls looked over her shoulder as she drew. They blushed as they saw Katy naked in his drawing. “I do that girls to help get the body correct before I start adding clothing. Tell me Katy what does your ideal self look like?”
“Well I wish I was taller and fleshed out a little more,” she said. Katy was the smallest of the bunch except for Robbi of course. “I love Tiffany’s chest and wouldn’t mind having tits like hers. I love your hair Robbi in the drawing you made of your self. Long flowing hair at least to my hips. I would like not broad hips but shapely, a narrow waist and long legs.”
Robbi incorporated these features into the drawing, maybe not to the degree she wanted yet but she looked pleased none the less. She gave her a sexy yet intelligent appearance and drew her in a very stylish business suit. Not exactly what one would expect for a portrait but it tickled her pink. She had a couple of facial flaws, her nose in real life had a slight crook to it and a small scar near her right eye from being shot by a BB gun by her little brother. Robbi polished her face nicely. Robbi couldn’t say why she came out this way except it just felt right.
After finishing Katy’s portrait she started on Margie. Margie was the athlete of the group. She loved tennis and soccer. Robbi gave her a bigger chest and powerful but graceful arms and legs. She made Margie prettier; she really enhanced her face giving her lovely expressive eyes and cheeks with pouty lips and a very cute nose. Margie blushed deeply as she saw her naked form. Robbi added a warm and a loving expression to her. She was the shyest of the group, but the portrait showed strength, confidence and determination. Still of the three girls, her picture was the sexiest of the ones he drew. She dressed Margie in a very short but lovely gown flared from the shoulders to just below her hips and showed off her shapely powerful legs. Her hair was shorter but beautifully coifed framing her luscious face. Margie was very pleased with her picture.
“Girls it is getting late, we are going shopping tomorrow and we need our rest so don’t stay up late,” Sandy said heading to her bedroom.
The girls all kissed Robbi’s cheeks leaving lip prints before heading to the bathroom to take care of their faces. Tiffany kissing Robbi deeply on her lips, before she too left. Exhausted Robbi got in her bag and was asleep before the others returned.
(to be continued)
More changes come in Robbi's life and she takes them all in stride. She chooses to embrace rather than reject the many changes.
Drawn Together Ch.5
by
Paula Dillon
The girls all got up early the next day. Tiffany and Robbi had been the first and they had quickly dressed and went down stairs to begin breakfast. The rest got up and began getting themselves together. When Sandy came down already dressed, Cindy was setting the table. The girls sat the food down and began passing it around. Everyone was very excited and chatting as they ate. Sandy’s pending wedding and Robbi’s pending arrival at school were the main topics.
After breakfast Cindy, Margie and Katy insisted that they do the cleanup while Tiffany and Robbi got themselves ready. It would be the six of them all day long.
Robbi got her portfolio ready along with her purse. In such a short time she had gotten very good with her makeup and hair. She had rapidly picked up the feminine skills she needed.
They all piled into the Buick in time to arrive at the dress shop at its ten a.m. opening. Robbi took the message out of her purse as they arrived at Miss Christie’s Bridal shop.
They made their way in and soon found themselves directed to Christie Myers, the proprietor of the shop. She was an older lady, about her mid fifties, but she had a commanding aura about her. She had blonde hair definitely bottle blonde, and a waspish figure, a very narrow waist, large bust, and a prominent tush. Sandy knew she was heavily corseted. Her posture was very erect and proper. Everything about this lady shouted she was a very proper lady who didn’t tolerate incompetence.
“Hello ladies and how may I be of assistance to you?” She asked.
Robbi was the first to speak, “Miss Christie my Mom is getting married in a month and I was wondering if you could make her gown for her. I believe that you have been told about the dress I want made for her.”
“Ah, Yes. I believe I have if you are this Robbi I have heard about?”
“Yes Ma’am I am the one.”
“Well come now girl,” she said, “Let us see this design that you have done?”
Robbi was a little confused at this point; she had been given to understand that she had already seen the design. None the less she opened her portfolio up and showed her the drawing.
Miss Christie accepted the portfolio and looked closely at the drawing. She then flipped through the rest of the drawings there. “I am given to understand that these are really your work. Is that correct?”
“Yes Ma’am they are.”
“You have art supplies with you. No?”
“Yes Ma’am I do.”
“Well let us see you at work,” She said and pointed at a lady who was being fitted for her Bridal Gown. “Draw this Lady as faithfully as you see her and we shall see.”
Robbi took her art pencil and pad out and began to work. The dress was a very ornate dress and had a lot of beads and lace work. The lady while not gorgeous was attractive. Robbi quickly concluded that the dress, the lady’s hairstyle and figure just didn’t work together. Yet she gave a faithful representation of it all. It had taken her a little under a half hour and she gave Miss Christie her drawing. She then went to work on what she would have rather seen the lady in. The lady while not fat was a little on the stocky side and the dress she was being fitted in was just that too fitted for her figure. A beautiful dress should hide what flaws cannot be corrected not flaunt them.
Miss Christie chuckled to herself; this beautiful child had seen what she had tried to tell the lady herself. She agreed that the dress Robbi was drawing now really accentuated her better features and would look much better. Many ladies fall in love with a picture and sometimes fail to see the reality.
Yes she would make this girl her dress. It would have to be started on today to have it ready. She had already herself surmised this child’s secret, and she had seen the other girl’s look of possessiveness. This Robbi definitely had a place in the fashion industry and she would mold her.
Robbi handed Miss Christie the second drawing it had taken less time to draw because everything had fit well together and looked much better than the other. Robbi’s friends and her mother had just stood behind her and watched her work.
“Well Miss Christie the first drawing was exactly what she looked like, but I feel she would look better in something like this dress.”
“I do too, but to convince the buyer she is wrong is sometimes hard.”
Miss Christie walked over to the lady and showed her both drawings and asked her opinion of them. It took very little effort after that to convince her to finally take her advice. Sure the gown they were adjusting was basically ruined from their attempts to alter it to fit right on her, but it was more important to have her name on a gown that would make the lady look stunning than to let her wear something that would bring discredit to the dress maker. Besides the cow would be paying for it in the end she thought.
Miss Christie returned to the group and said, “Sandy Davis I would be proud to make your wedding dress on one condition.”
“What is that?” Sandy asked.
“That your beautiful daughter and her friend work with me on this one. I am given to understand that the wedding is in early June and it will take a lot of effort to have it ready by then, and of course to have their dresses ready also.”
“It is up to you girls, it is your choice,” Sandy said turning to Robbi and Tiffany.
Tiffany whispered in Robbi’s ear, and Robbi said, “We can work with you after school and weekends except for this coming weekend. I have a prior commitment, which I must honor.”
“Honor is a very important principle Robbi, I agree with you very well let’s get started.”
Miss Christie led them to a room for them to get undressed and measured. Sandy, Tiffany and Robbi were all undressed by her assistants and were thoroughly measured even their shoe sizes were taken.
“Since it is an antebellum theme, we need to fit all three of you with corsets. These Ladies are very good at corseting my customers.”
It wasn’t very long till the assistants were heavily binding the three of them. More measurements were taken. Of the three of them Robbi actually needed the least taken off and Sandy the most. Miss Christie insisted that Sandy wear her corset as much as possible from now till the wedding. She even thought of trying to get the groom corseted, fine gentlemen were sometimes even corseted back then.
Tiffany’s friends were actually put to work helping the three of them. It was good practice for them to help them when they too would be brides or bridesmaids themselves Miss Christie thought. She so wanted to get these young ladies corseted also.
Miss Christie had actually cheated a little. She had fallen in love with this design when she first saw it and had roughed out a pattern for the three dresses. She just needed the actual measurements and of course come up with the sizes she actually wanted the dresses to be. In a way she had a mean streak inside her she loved forcing women into corsets and smaller dresses than they normally wore. After all, it was for their own good. Her clients after came out looking spectacular after all.
She had to stifle a giggle as she heard them groan. Sandy really looked great, Tiffany did too, but the effect it had on Robbi’s appearance was the greatest. She was developing a figure but the corset brought out her figure very nicely.
“Ok Robbi come Monday I expect you here with Tiffany at four thirty, no later and we shall begin your dress. Now I suppose you have some more shopping to do to be ready. No?”
“Yes Ma’am we do.”
Miss Christie dismissed them at that point and turned her attention back to the other lady she was fitting that day. She already had a dress that was a lot like the second one Robbi had drawn ready for her.
The three girls helped the corseted ones get dressed.
“Robbi remind me if I love you dear? I am not so sure of that now. How about you Tiffany?”
“Oh god Sandy, if I knew we were going to be tortured I would have shot Robbi.” Tiffany said in jest or at least in what Robbi hoped was jest.
The troop finally left Miss Christie’s shop. All the girls were standing a lot straighter. Cindy, Katy and Margie were trying to emulate the others as best they could.
Back in the shop, fabric was being laid out and the creative process was being started. Yes this would be a grand design and the start of a new career for the next genius of fashion.
“I wonder if these things are bullet proof, and I just thought of something Mom. She never talked about price. What if the price is unacceptable?” Robbi asked.
“We will have to see what it is going to cost us, but we are not hurting dear.” Sandy said. Robbi didn’t know how well off they were. She didn’t want it to go to Robbi’s head. They owned the house and had a large nest egg in the bank and in investments. Sandy had a good head for money and had done well with the money her grandfather had left her.
Shop they did, though at a more sedate pace at least. Even in pain they all had fun. New clothes would also be required for their new figures to. How was Robbi going to pass for a guy Sandy thought? She was sure that Miss Christie would want Robbi to be corseted daily. She would see her almost everyday too.
They stopped at a store that sold girls jeans all three of them got fitted for tight girl’s jeans. There would be no doubt and no hiding it after today. Robbi’s Dream had caught them all in a trap and the dice had been rolled. They would just have to see where they stopped rolling. Sandy would call Mrs. Stringer and at least give her a heads up tonight.
Robbi bought six pair of jeans. Some were high waisted, some were low rise and all very form fitting. It was the same for Tiffany’s and Sandy’s jeans. They also picked out some tops they all could wear, that showed off their best features without looking indecent.
While Robbi and Tiffany were changing those same thoughts came to Robbi. “Tiffany it looks like I am coming out before the end of school. I have never been so scared or nervous.”
The light flipped on in Tiffany’s head as Robbi spoke. She knew exactly what she meant. “Well all you can do is hold your head up high and not let them drag you down. The girls and I will be by your side all the way though. You won’t have to go down that road by yourself.”
“Well let’s do it right then Tiff. If we are going to do this let’s not go half hog about this.”
The six of them got together and discussed it in between clothing changes. Robbi would start out wearing these jeans and tops before maybe changing into skirts and dresses by the end of the semester.
As they were talking Tiffany saw that girl whose face had been so badly scarred. She was amazed at what she saw. She couldn’t see any scar at all. “Robbi look that is the girl you drew last week isn’t it?”
Robbi had to do a double take before she realized that it was indeed Rebecca. “Yeah it is Rebecca Snider. She looks great.”
They waved at her and she came over as she recognized them. She was jumping for joy as she hugged them.
“Gee Rebecca what happened to you, you look simply great?” Robbi asked.
“I don’t know what happened. It seems like magic. Even my Doctors were perplexed about it. My plastic surgeon couldn’t say five words without stuttering.”
“You look beautiful girl,” Tiffany stated.
“You look two look great also, how did ya’ll get those tiny waists,” Rebecca asked as she looked over them.
“Well Robbi’s Mom and my dad are getting married and the dressmakers corseted us today, so we can fit in our gowns. They are pre-civil war era southern Belle type gowns.”
“Oh I can just imagine what they look like.”
“Yeah they are my design too, and I am going to have to help sew them,” Robbi added.
“Really, you are so talented Robbi. I just want to thank you for that portrait you did of me. You really helped me when I was so down. I have done a lot of crying the last few years, but since last week they tears were tears of joy,” She said as she hugged Robbi.
Tiffany joined them in their hug. She felt a kindred spirit in her.
It was late evening after dropping off the girls when they finally got home. Tiffany smelled fresh paint when they came in. She hurried to her room and squealed with delight as she saw that her room was done. Sandy had paid some painters some big bucks to do the job on a Sunday while they were shopping. They were too tired really though to appreciate the job and after loosening the corsets they were wearing they just went on to bed.
Even though it was a little late Sandy did call Mrs. Stringer and explain the situation to her. It seemed like she expected her call. She told Sandy not to worry after Sandy told her what Robbi would be wearing. Mrs. Stringer did request that Robbi, Tiffany and Sandy come to her office before school. She also assured her that the wheels had already been greased.
Robbi had strange dreams that night of being buried alive, being crushed and other such dreams. She awoke early the next morning and realized that she was not being crushed she was still in her corset. She managed to get free of her burden and took a shower. Miss Christie had given each a spare corset so they could alternate wearing them from one day to the next. Robbi managed to get her other corset on but not sufficiently tight and looked at herself in the mirror. It was really quite pretty. It was a jumble of colors of blue, green and teal with black lace, it was decent enough to wear as a top, but not at school she thought. The corset covered her breasts except for the swell in her cleavage. She looked hot in it she thought.
Robbi put on her panty and pantyhose and slipped into a pair of her new jeans. The jeans came up to her natural waist and accented her narrow waist and hips. The legs of her pants were so tight she doubted that she could have gotten in them without the pantyhose. She turned this way and that way looking at herself in the mirror, she looked like any other teenage girls. She then chose a pair of open toed sandals with a two inch heel. She brushed out her hair in her favorite Robbi fashion and looked at herself. She looked very feminine. She had gone this far, so what the heck, she went ahead and made her face up. She just used foundation, powder, mascara and lipstick on herself. She looked much like Tiffany did when she went to school.
She met Tiffany leaving the bathroom. Tiffany looked over her sister and said, “You’re not going to school like that are you?”
“No of course not I plan to put a nice blouse on, but I so like this look I may go out later like this.”
They hugged and gave each other a quick kiss before Robbi headed to the kitchen and Tiffany to the bathroom.
Sandy found Robbi in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She whistled when she saw her. “My gosh Robbi you look so good, but you are not going out like that in my lifetime at least.
“I know Mom; I have a blouse chosen to wear with this I just wanted to hang around like this. I also suppose I need you to help tighten the corset more too,” Robbi said giving her Mom a big good morning hug.
Tiffany came down and Sandy helped tighten both girls in their corsets. They both then had to help tighten Sandy’s corset. After they finished eating, much smaller portions than they each normally ate, they each finished dressing. Robbi chose a very pretty crepe blouse to go with her outfit and fixed her purse. Sandy and Tiffany both approved of her choice of looks for her first day to school.
All three were very nervous as they headed to the school not knowing what to expect that day. Sandy parked the car and they headed to Mrs. Stringers office. Tiffany and Sandy headed in first and Robbi followed about a minute later. Nobody recognized her but she caused quite a stir as she walked by the other students. Everyone wondered who the new girl was, although some thought she looked somewhat familiar.
Robbi made it to the office where the staff and Nurse Wilson were assembled. They had already heard about the ‘New Student’. There were a few murmurs as she entered and some comments about how ‘Darling she looked’. Mrs. Stringer was in her office with Sandy and Tiffany, her eyebrow arched as she saw Robbi, but she greeted her warmly as she entered.
“Well Robbi, you look so good dear. I have no problems with the way you are dressed.”
“Thank you ma’am. I just hope that I survive the next three weeks till the end of school.”
“You may have some problems dear, but they are nothing that we cannot overcome. I have alerted my staff and teachers and although some of them think this is a travesty and that I shouldn’t allow you back like this, they have all agreed to look out for you the rest of the school year. According to legal you may come to school dressed like any other student male or female as long as it is decent and doesn’t cause too much of a stir. I also checked and found that you may use the girl’s restroom when you look like this as long as you don’t dawdle or display you male parts. So no strip teases in the rest room or masturbating allowed. You are already out of PE so that is no problem. We will have a general assembly at second period to talk to the students as a whole about what is acceptable behavior to a student like you and what is not. I think by then we should have covered all the bases by then. As long as things don’t get out of hand dear, we are going to let the chips fall where they may, but rest assured you are well liked here by students and teachers. I don’t anticipate anything we can’t handle.”
Robbi was still a little unsure about things but she held her head up high and smiled. “Thank you for everything ma’am.”
Tiffany and Robbi headed to their homeroom when the bell sounded. Seeing them together the other students started recognizing who Robbi was, and yes there were some jeers and catcalls. Tiffany heard some people calling her a lez and telling her to get a real man, but many of the students stopped them and spoke encouragingly to them. Kelly and Beth really flipped over Robbi accepting her totally. Robbi and Tiffany parted a few minutes before the final bell and they all headed into their home rooms.
The teacher was already in Robbi’s homeroom and first period class. She smiled when she saw Robbi, Beth and Kelly enter.
“Students we have a student you all know, Robby Davis. Robby has a medical problem that has made him look more like a girl than a boy. I sure if you think about how he has looked over the past year you will be able to see how she has developed. Well it has become too much for her to hide and she has decided to attend as a girl now. I am telling you this and you will also be told today in a general assembly these same facts. All students are being told today as we speak. You will treat Robbi no differently than before except he is now a she. I don’t care where your feelings lie in this area or what you think about her. I personally think she is brave to come here and face her friends and fellow students. I will tolerate no spectacles or misbehavior directed to her or around her. For all of you girls this is notice that she will be using the ladies facilities to take care of her needs. If you don’t want her around then use the facilities in another part of the school or just ignore her. She won’t be trying to make moves on you or to embarrass you. She has already been through enough embarrassment and personal problems herself. She won’t be parading around nude in the rest rooms and neither should you for that fact. She doesn’t have PE so you don’t have to worry about that either. Robbi is a very good kid and I would like to see you treat her as such. Feminine pronouns are appropriate for her now. Thank all of you for your continued good behavior.”
Robbi had not expected all this and wasn’t sure if she was glad or not for all the attention she had received in class. All things aside though homeroom and first period went as well as could be expected. As she left the classroom to go to her next period she had a group of girls with her including Kelly and Beth. Robbi still heard the occasional jeer, name calling and such, but she seemed to be well received. After second period roll was taken all students headed to the auditorium for the general assembly.
Everything there was just a rehash of what the teachers had already been instructed to say to the students. The only thing Robbi could not do was to go to the girl’s locker room, and that was because of the nudity problem there.
Robbi found out throughout the day that she had a lot more friends than she had enemies. Most of the girls were more accepting of her than the guys which surprised her greatly. Some girls left the restroom when she entered, but many took that opportunity to show her their support and tell her how brave she was. She saw she was readily accepted by about sixty five percent of the students, twenty percent who didn’t care one way or another, ten percent who didn’t like the situation but were not vocal about it and the last five percent well there are dissenters everywhere she supposed. She had that five percent when she was just plain Robbi too and maybe a few extra dissenters because of her cross gender appearance now.
What was good though, were her friends kept her nearby now. She hardly went anywhere without her entourage. They were not always the same students but they were there to look out for her.
At lunch it was good to finally see Tiffany. She smiled when she saw Robbi their lunch group had greatly expanded, although some of the jocks had a hard time dealing with Robbi. Justin still stood by the group. The girls had to hear about what had happened and shared what they had heard so far that day. They also shared the fact that Robbi’s website had been shut down as it took too many hits and downloads. The counter it seemed was over fifteen thousand hits so far and she had over two hundred emails to respond to about her work. They divided the emails up to read among themselves and to reply to if necessary. All too soon though lunch was over and it was back to the grind.
During art Ms. Sanderson raved over her appearance, she and the students complimented her looks. Ms. Sanderson had Robbi start on pastels that day. It was the first time she had used color in her art. She showed some promise but she needed a lot of work matching the colors she wanted and blending them together. Ms. Sanderson already promised her an A in the course as is. Robbi made a mental note to pick up a set of pastels and watercolors to practice with on her own.
After the last period and still surrounded by friends she found her locker decorated by some who were obviously not pleased with her. She was kept from seeing exactly what was done, but it shook her up to say the least. Tiffany met her at her locker and they left together.
They had to give her a run down of their day. Tiffany too had a hard day. Robbi hadn’t thought of that but she was teased and taunted too. Robbi may have had a better day only because of the people who had always been around her. Tiffany just snuggled in close to Robbi for comfort.
At the dress shop Miss Christie was waiting for them. They were early but still she got right down to business. The three girls were taken into the back and measured and tightened again. Then Miss Christie then put Robbi to work doing odd jobs that freed up her people and she discussed the dress for a long while with Sandy. Robbi got to see her design roughed out in a cheaper fabric as the seamstresses worked out her concept. She smiled when she saw it. There was a lot of work to do in a month and very little time to do it.
Miss Christie had dresses for Robbi and Tiffany to try on. Robbi now understood why they had the corsets on. Robbi was 26 inches in the waist and the dress she tried on was at least 23 inches or maybe 22. It was gorgeous though. Tiffany’s was the same way. They both still had to go down about another two to three inches for the dresses to fit properly. Miss Christie told them that Mom had another three to four inches to go down to the proper size. She assured them that it was doable in the three weeks before the final fittings.
Robbi paid close attention to details as they worked on the dress.
They were dismissed at six thirty and went home. John was there and a confused but amazed look when he saw the three of them. He gave each a hug as they came up even Robbi. They ate a light meal at least the girls ate lightly. A side effect of the corset was it prevented them from engorging themselves. They had to eat small meals and snacks to get enough nourishment inside them.
After dinner Mom got out the exercise tapes and the girls were glad to get out of the corsets for any reason at all, even if it was only to exercise. After 45 minutes Robbi would never call girls the weaker sex that was for sure. She was impressed with her Mom’s and Tiffany’s stamina. After a quick shower it was back in the corsets and to their homework, before bed at ten.
Robbi’s dreams weren’t as grim this night as her body adapted to its constraints. She dreamed of dresses and all things pretty and feminine. She awoke to Tiffany nibbling on her ears.
“I don’t know about you Robbi but all this is leaving me perpetually horny. I know we can’t do anything about it and that is leaving me frustrated.”
Robbi looked at the clock by her bed and it was 6:30. A half hour before the alarm was set to go off, so for the next twenty minutes they explored each other’s body till they felt better. After taking care of their needs in the rest room they both got ready for the day. Looking in the mirror Robbi could see that the forced good posture actually made her look taller. Tiffany was still taller but not by as much as before.
Dressed and fed they headed to school. Everything was as the day before except there were a few parents there holding signs up when they saw Sandy drive up to the school. Though graphic in language, at least the signs weren’t as distasteful as the graffiti on the locker the day before. Hey this is America they have the right to protest she guessed. They were relived to see a group of their friends waiting for them. Tiffany and Robbi received hugs and kisses from their friends as they walked up.
The rest of the day went as before, she always had friends around her not as many as before but enough that she never felt alone. At lunch the girls talked about her website. The teacher who had been so impressed with the design of the site had found them another site to set it up on with a little more bandwidth and a larger storage capacity. She was even starting to get donations to help support her site as it was still not considered a commercial site. The girls had sorted out the emails by type. Most were fan mail, some were requests for her art work and three were requests for a showing of her works.
After school it was straight to Miss Christie’s where they were measured and tightened. She was pleased with their progress. She got Robbi more involved with her Mom’s dress. The girls working on it took time to show her what they were doing and explain why they did the things they did. Robbi just soaked it up like a sponge. Soon she was working side by side with them. The fabrics for the dress came in; they were beautiful luscious fabrics, and laces. There was also a delivery of a thirteen crinolines. Five were for Sandy and four each for Robbi and Tiffany.
Robbi and Tiffany were also given lessons on how a dress shop runs. Robbi was surprised that Tiffany was so interested. She even talked to Miss Christie about setting up a website of her shop. They were again dismissed at six thirty.
Wednesday and Thursday were more of the same. At school there were still those not happy, still their friends there and still Miss Christie’s after school. Friday Miss Christie gave the kids a walk so Robbi could prepare for her drawing sessions this weekend. Sunday would be Mothers’ Day.
Robbi woke in a very good mood a lot of the tension from the previous week had just melted away. It was very early so she started getting ready. She had become quite accomplished at lacing her corset and although it was still a pain she understood the need for it right now. Her waist without it was now a 24.
Her Mom was even happy at the differences her corset was making although she still complained about being bound in it. She had been ecstatic when she had seen Robbi’s drawing and that was enough for her.
Tiffany hung in there also; she loved Robbi and Sandy so much. The dress she would wear as a bridesmaid looked absolutely gorgeous. She would do almost anything to get in that dress.
As Robbi dressed she really saw how much of a change in her figure the corsets had made. She didn’t have to get rid of her skirts and stuff but they rode lower and tighter at the hip as the corsets forced things up and down. Her breasts had seemingly stabilized she was now a 34 C almost a D. Tiffany came in while she was doing her makeup to use the bathroom and stripped next to Robbi. They had become so close and Robbi so feminine it was hard for her to see the guy in him.
After eating breakfast they headed to the mall. It was good to see Alice again. She greeted them warmly as they arrived and gave Robbi the last of her money. They sat and talked for several minutes before the kids got to work setting up their stuff.
Robbi started drawing in the past week she hadn’t been able to just draw for herself, to have fun and to draw no one in particular. It energized her as she drew. She drew a beautiful lady in a dress she had seen in some movie or museum. It was fitted from bust to the waist, with a large flowing skirt. The sleeves were puffy at the shoulder and fitted at the wrist. They had slits and other fabrics had been sewn in the slits giving it a Victorian or earlier feel to the dress. It had a stacked lace collar and all kinds of added decorations added to it. A very Renaissance piece of work.
As she finished the drawing customers came flooding in most wanted a quick drawing something to surprise Mom with in the morning. She did a bunch of children that day, and fidgety children can be so exacerbating to the nerves, but Robbi handled them well though. The kids seemed to want to make her happy, so they behaved as she drew them.
It was after lunch when she had a problem. An extremely beautiful lady came in and wanted her portrait. On a scale of one to ten Robby would have given her an eleven or twelve. Robbi though had a hard time drawing her. Every time she looked at the lady she shook as if she were freezing. She knew in her heart that this was an extremely cold lady, not a touch of warmth in her smile or her eyes. She tried to add warmth, she tried to show a compassionate lady, but it was like trying to teach an alligator to fly. It scared her badly dealing with this portrait. It was a high dollar portrait the lady wanted. When she finished she didn’t even sign the picture, she didn’t want her name associated with it after the lady left. She had captured the lady’s outward beauty but couldn’t hide the coldness of her spirit. She was internally in distress and took a break. Alice was looking at her as she hurried into the frame shop. Alice gave her a knowing half smile. She hid out in the restroom for ten minutes, till a soft knock brought her back to reality.
“Hey Robbi, how are you?” Alice asked.
Robbi opened the door and stood next to Alice. “I am ok, I think. That Lady, she just felt so cold. It was like she was twisting my soul. I just don’t know how to explain it.”
“Don’t worry about it dear, I felt it too. I came out to see what that was all about. There are just some people that are that way. She wasn’t evil although a push one way or another and she could very well become that way. She just had no love or compassion in her Robbi. She could very easily become sociopathic. You can do a lot of things with your art dear but there are some things no one can do anything about.”
“You know about me don’t you.”
“Yes Robbi I do. It is because of me and some others you have this gift. You have the gift to draw what you really see in people and to make changes in what other people see, you can change some realities, mold some opinions but you still can’t force a square peg into a round hole. That goes for the good things and the bad things. You have a noble spirit and have refused to hurt people with that art, but have sought to do good with it.”
“You mean you did this to me?”
“Did this, no we didn’t do that to you. The art choose you, it sort of found a kindred spirit in you. You just took it where your heart felt it should go.”
“How will I know what I can change?”
“Just listen to your heart.”
“Will I always be like this?”
“As long as the art is inside you and you want the art. The art doesn’t stay where it is not wanted. If you need to know more just talk to me, Miss Christie or Ms. Sanderson. If you feel better there are still some patrons waiting for you girl?”
Robbi hugged Alice and said, “Thank you for everything Alice.”
The rest of the day went by. Robbi felt better knowing more about her gift now. She made a more effective use of the gift, letting it lead her where it needed to go. Robbi had been forcing it before but now it flowed. She knew in her heart now that Jamie would be a happy girl. Not a complete girl that was one reality she knew she couldn’t change, but happy none the less with her loving parents. She knew Rebecca and Beth would be whole again that was something she could change. She knew now that Kelly, although she appeared happy wasn’t really happy inside and that Richard brought that gift to her. She knew that Tiffany was her soul mate as John was her Mom’s.
It was the gift that molded her in this form. It sought things feminine in Robbi and brought them out in her. She knew that it sought out an artistically gifted male and brought out the female it found there. The gift and the artist were drawn together.
Her patrons would swear that this day Robbi’s art went to a new level. Her drawings radiated warmth and light like never before.
Sandy’s wedding went off and was a glorious affair. Robbi and Tiffany stayed with Alice while their parents Honeymooned. The dress bore the label Robbi’s Bridal wear. Miss Christie gave credit where credit was due.
Robbi and Tiffany are due to be married next year, their sister five year old Tracy will be their flower girl. As Robbi’s drawing suggested, both are to graduate early from college. Robbi has a dual career as a world renowned artist and a fashion designer. Tiffany went into marketing and handles all their business decisions with their friends Cindy, Katy and Margie. Together they could sell sand in the Sahara and refrigerators to Eskimos.
Beth became a dermatologist, her husband Justin a securities broker, Kelly a motivational speaker, and Richard soon to be her husband a multi billionaire software designer and engineer by unseating some guy who lives up somewhere in the Northwest. Jamie was elected to congress where she served fourteen terms. Rebecca married and became just a happy house wife to an average family.
Mrs. Stringer now lives with Nurse Wilson and they are happier than they ever were, still motivating and caring for young minds. Robbi’s and Tiffany’s youngest will be in their last graduating class. A certain graffiti artist is doing 25 years for child molestation and is the not so happy companion to a man only known as Bubba.
Robbi did see her natural father one more time. She saw in him, the same things she had seen in the ice queen that had so startled her. She sent him what love she could but he was a square peg. He ate a bullet when everything he worked for came crashing down after his fourth divorce. He had married someone as cold as he was.
Finis
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