The Slap
by Paula Dillon
The Slap
By Paula Dillon
It was about noon Friday early in June, school was out for the summer, and my sister Rebecca was having a very animated conversation on the phone.
As it progressed, the conversation turned loud, heated, and nasty. I became very concerned for her hearing just half of what was being said. It wasn’t that I was trying to eavesdrop, I am sure that the neighbors next door could plainly hear most of what was being said. I love my sister. No, that’s not right. I mean, I really love my sister. Mom has raised us to be a close-knit family, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for my sister to help keep her happy. Sure, we fought as most brothers and sisters do, but if I had to choose between my best friends and my sister, there is really no choice, she wins hands down. I know my sister feels the same. Deep down, though getting her to admit it would be a chore. So, hearing her like this hurt me, just as much as it seemed to hurt her.
“Well fine Jeff! If that’s the way you want it, just go ahead and go out with that bimbo Shelly tonight! Just don’t come back to me, when she screws some other guy, and you find yourself alone,” Rebecca shouted into the phone.
Rebecca threw the phone down on the table. It bounced off the table and fell to the floor. She started violently sobbing as she turned to the wall. I reckoned that Jeff had just dumped my sister, and felt that she could use a hug and some understanding. I approached her and slipped my arm over her shoulder to give her a hug. Rebecca jerked away from my grasp, turned, and slapped me so hard that I wound up on the floor with my head bouncing as I landed.
Lights flashed in my head. I felt a jolt of pain throughout my body and I was confused and disoriented; for how long I do not know.
As the fog started to clear, I found myself still lying on the floor, with my head on my sister’s lap, and she was sobbing frantically. I guess she was worried that she had seriously hurt me, but I just had my bell rung. As a matter of fact, I could definitely hear it still ringing.
“Paul! Paul! Say something. Are you ok?” came out between her sobs.
“Don’t worry Sis. I’m a little woozy, but I think I’m ok. Did you get the number of that truck that hit me?” I laughed.
She pulled my head to her, it felt like she nearly ripped it off my shoulders, and she was suffocating me between her tits. If this had been any other girl, I would have been in heaven, but this was my sister.
She finally lowered my head and I got a chance to breathe. I looked into her steel grey eyes and smiled up at her as she gently stroked my hair. I knew she didn’t mean to hurt me, and hey, I wanted to show her that I still loved her.
I sat upright on the floor, somewhat shakily, taking it easy. Rebecca just pulled me into a strong hug. I wrapped my arms around her and my head rested on her shoulder. She just rocked me gently there.
“I am so sorry Paul. I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. Please! Please forgive me,” she sobbed into my ear. “Jeff just broke up with me. We were supposed to go out to a movie tonight, but he dumped me for Shelly. This is just between me and you Paul don’t tell Mom. Jeff has been trying to get into my panties, if you know what I mean. He left me because I wouldn’t let him. I thought he was different.”
“If that’s the case, I am proud of you Sis. I know how hard it is. He was just a creep. I’m ok, no harm-done, I forgive you.”
Her sobs started to subside, and she released her hug. I moved to a more comfortable sitting position on the floor, and looked at Rebecca. I was proud of my big Sis. Still sitting back on her knees, she looked at me as a smile started to form on her face, but it was immediately replaced with a look of horror.
“Oh my gosh, what have I done?” she said. Rebecca helped me up from the floor, and into her room, and had me sit in front of her vanity. She turned my head from looking at her to looking at the mirror, and there it was. I could see a big red welt in the shape of Rebecca’s hand on the left side of my face. You could even see where her ring had left its impression.
“Oh boy, that’s going to leave a mark Sis. It will probably bruise up too from the looks of it. You always said my face could use some color,” I chuckled.
That brought some more sniffles from Sis, and I felt bad for saying that. I pulled Rebecca down, and she sat next to me. Her face was a mess. Mascara was streaked all over the place. I even had several black blotches on my T-shirt where her face touched it as she cried. I took a tissue from her table and started to clean her up. This seemed to work and a small smile came to her face and she mouthed, “thank you,” to me.
Rebecca then went about cleaning off what was left of her makeup and reapplying it. She wore as much makeup as Mom would let her, which was pretty much anything, as long as she looked like a proper lady and not some street walker, as my Mom would say. I have seen Rebecca and Mom put on makeup before, but I had never watched this closely. As she went along she took time to explain to me what she is doing. What this does, what this thing is for, and what she is trying to achieve. It was easy to see that this was something she enjoyed doing. I found this part of femininity fascinating, and I paid rapt attention to her spiel. In no time at all, her face was back in shape. It was a face I liked. Both Rebecca and Mom are more attractive than most other girls I know. To me, they are both 10’s.
We both turned and looked at each other when she finished. She looked gorgeous and she knew it. She looked at my face and touched the red welt. It still stung a little as she touched the welt on my face, and said to me, I can cover the welt and it won’t be as visible, if you would like,
“Sure,” I said, “why not.”
She opened one bottle, and took a cotton pad, wet it, and wiped my face. It was cold and wet, and made my face tingle. She wiped my forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, and down my throat, re-wetting the pad occasionally. She said it was a cleanser. The pad was dirty when she discarded it. I would not have believed that my face was so dirty. I thought I kept up myself pretty clean. At least cleaner than most boys my age.
From another bottle, she poured a creamy lotion in her hand, and rubbed her hands together, and then rubbed my face. It was a moisturizer that helped keep the skin smooth and soft she told me. It felt soothing to my skin as it was applied. It felt really good. She produced a tube she called a concealer, shaped sort of like a lipstick. It was a couple of shades lighter than my own skin, and she rubbed it into my face where the welt was.
I looked. I could still see the welt, but it was not as obvious. She bit her lip for a second as if thinking, and finally she picked up a bottle of foundation. Using a foam sponge, she lightly dabbed it over my whole face, and then blended it together down through my throat. When she finished, I turned to face the mirror; and what I saw was my face, and it had a healthier glow to it. It was hard to tell that I had makeup on except for the fact that my skin looked so good, a condition you don’t see on many boys of any age. You could still see where the ring on her hand had hit me, but just barely.
It was 4:00 p.m. and Mom was not due home till nearly 6:30 p.m. so we went down to the living room and watched the TV. My sister was being uncommonly nice to me, and I really appreciated it. We talked for a while. Rebecca surprised me with her candor. It was almost like she was treating me as her girlfriend. She then asked me if I would like to go to a movie with her. Since Jeff had dumped her, she had nothing planned for a Friday night.
This was a big shock to my system, that she was willing to spend Friday night with her brother instead of her girlfriends. I said, “Sure, why not.”
That was when she told me, with a mischievous grin on her face. “There might be one problem. With that foundation on, you don’t look like a girl, but you sure don’t look like most boys. Would you mind if I made you look more like a girl?”
I am sure I blushed, my face felt so hot. I hesitated answering her for several seconds. I had never thought about trying to look like a girl before, it just had never come to my mind. What was even stranger was that I was actually considering it. You could have knocked me over with a feather, when the next words out of my mouth were, “I think I might like that, but only if I can look convincing as girl.”
Rebecca giggled with glee as she took my hand, and dragged me to the bathroom she shared with Mom. She kissed me on my cheek, leaving a lipstick print on my face, and told me to strip all my clothes off. I complained about Rebecca being there.
“Don’t be shy now, little brother,” she said, “I have seen you in the buff before. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, and besides your gonna need my help if we are going to pull this off.”
Sis stepped out for a minute while I took my clothes off, and reappeared as I stood there naked, my hands covering my privates. She then began to cover my arms, back, chest, underarms, legs and my butt with a smelly gunk.
I was wondering what was going on. Sis told me, that while I was not a particularly hairy guy, my arm and leg hair stood out. “No girl would go out like that, and this is a depilatory cream that will take off your hair and leave the skin smooth.” She had me stand there like a scarecrow for about 15 minutes, while she disappeared with my clothes. My skin tingled and then after a few minutes it started to burn slightly.
Sis started the shower, and had me step in and rinse off. I took a bath cloth and rubbed the gunk off along with my hair, which went down the drain. I then had to shave a few persistent hairs off. I was then instructed to wash my hair using the shampoo and conditioner that Mom and Sis used on their hair.
I then stepped out of the shower where I was patted dry, not rubbed dry, with a towel, and was handed the first pair of panties I have ever knowingly worn. They were a pair of lacy powder blue satin bikini panties. They looked impossibly small, but fit reasonably well except for one key fact. Sis told me to tuck my equipment between my legs. After a few seconds and a little pain I had managed to pack the jewels and plumbing away. Sis pulled my panties up tight, which seemed to keep everything in place. I was helped into a short, peach colored, satin robe; and my hair was wrapped in a towel while I was led back to Sis’s vanity. My hair was combed and blown dry, while I sat there as patiently as possible.
The way it was cut, my hair was just too short to style into a reasonably feminine hairstyle. I thought I was out of this mess, but leave it to a determined sister to find a way. She went to Mom’s room, and in seconds, returned with a wig I don’t ever remember seeing. It was a close match to Mom’s hair color and mine also. Sis combed my hair back and used bobby pins to keep it back, out of the way. She then eased the wig over my head. The tresses fell over my shoulders tickling me. I had never worn my hair long before, but the effect it had was stunning. It was then, I knew I was going to look great. A little adhesive was used at several points on my head, and Rebecca was satisfied to brush it in place. My fingernails and toenails were polished in a cotton candy pink, and things started happening fast as Sis did my makeup. She didn’t bother with explanations; she just concentrated on her artistry. I learned then, how much artistry girls put in to doing their makeup. It was like she was doing a serious work of art, not like a kid using finger paints. I also learned that less was more in makeup.
Next, Sis went to her dresser and returned with two mounds of flesh in her hands. She confided to me, that Mom had bought her some breast forms when she had not bloomed as fast as some of her friends, something I never knew about.
Some adhesive was applied to the back of one, and it was carefully positioned on my chest. I held it in place while she did the same with the second. It was a strange sight. There I was, looking like a girl holding her breasts, like she was afraid they would fall off, as apt a description as any. After five minutes, I had the breast forms sequestered into a bra that matched my panties. Sis told me that I wore a 32 B bra, a size 5 panty, a small top and a size 5p skirt, as if I would need this information for future reference. I was amazed by all this. My waist was then trapped in a contraption she called a waist nipper. A camisole appeared over my head and I raised my arms as it drifted down my body caressing my skin in its softness. It was like I was being seduced.
Sis then instructed me on how to put on a pair of black sheer pantyhose. The feel of the nylon and spandex is hard to describe but to say the least, it was intoxicating. Another device of torture that followed was a padded girdle that as she said, “added curves in the appropriate places,” and for the last piece of undies came a very lacy half slip.
As I looked in the mirror, I had no doubt I was looking at a teenage girl. Sis then brought a white sheer silk blouse that buttoned in the back with a lot of small pearl shaped buttons. It had a high ruffled collar; the sleeves were puffed some at the shoulders and bloused out down to a tight fitted cuff that had 4 buttons on each cuff. I was sure this was one of her sexiest blouses. She was going whole hog on dressing me. Next, I put on a black suede miniskirt that just covered the half slip. The hips fit tight but the waist was very tight. She tucked the blouse in before buttoning the waist and zipping the skirt. She then tried a pair of her shoes on my feet but I was out of luck. It felt like she was trying to fit a Holstein in a training bra. I didn’t forget how determined Sis was though. She ran off to Mom’s room and came back with a pair of black suede open toed sling-back sandals with a 4-inch heel. They were a tight and my toes and heels hung off a little. Sis then had me walk around in them it took about 15 minutes before I felt comfortable somewhat in them.
Sis used this time to change herself and to give directions and encouragement to me. I was very wobbly at first but started to get the hang of them by the time Rebecca was dressed. I just had to remember to step one foot in front of the other, taking shorter steps and swinging my hips a little as I walked did help. I then had to practice sitting down smoothing my skirt beneath me and standing up, keeping my knees together and crossing my legs so as too not flash my panty, holding my hands closer to my side when walking, a purse she handed me that matched my outfit helped in that. My low alto voice fitted well, with just a little help, though I had to work to keep it from being too sultry. Although before today people never saw me as feminine, I reeked of it today. I reached up and brushed my hair back lightly with my hand and struck a pose and blew a kiss to Rebecca. She had to steady herself and started to giggle, before hugging me and giving me a light peck on my cheek. We both got a shot of perfume, Obsession I believe it was.
“You’re incredible,” she said as she put a lipstick, mascara, tampons (like I really need them) and a compact in my purse and hers as well, “I think I have created a monster.”
“Yeah Frankenstein’s monster, baby and don’t you forget it,” as I blew her another kiss.
Sis led me out of her room and helped down the stairs so I would not break my neck and to her car in the garage. She opened the passenger side door and showed me how to sit down and stand up in a car. She had me practice several times and critiqued me as I did.
It did not hit me till she opened the garage door that I was actually going out into the world dressed as a girl. I don’t know what I had been thinking earlier. She had made it so much fun dressing earlier and it felt so good being dressed, and I never really thought she could make me look so good, but as we started to back out of the garage it felt like there was a ton of bricks in my stomach.
She must have seen the worry on my face and said, “Don’t worry you look fine. No, one would ever guess you’re not what you look like Paula”
That was the first time I had ever been referred to in the feminine form. All she did was add an A to the end of my name and now I was a girl. She talked with me as we drove, if I didn’t respond or engage her in conversation she would elbow me. She would talk about things we had never talked about before. She wanted to know what I thought of my clothes and her clothes; I found out that, “I like em,” was not enough. She talked about boys I knew and asked me what I thought of them. We talked about makeup and how she’d done this and done that. She was trying to teach me to talk as a girl and about matters that girls talk about, using words girls use, in the manner that girls talk to each other. Before long I was chatting with her if not comfortably, at least in a girlish manner. I looked over at her at one traffic stop and she had a big grin on her face. “
One more thing she told me, “look at who is talking or who you’re talking to, not like your staring or gawking at them, but like what they are saying to you and what you say to them, really matters to you. Don’t feign attention either, girls pick up on things like that and will check you in a heartbeat. If you learn one thing about girls today brother, if you learn to communicate to girls as a girl does you will be way ahead of other guys. Girls love to talk and be talked to as equals. When we talk with each other, it may sound zany to others but to us the act of communicating is important.”
I had not noticed but for a lot of the time we were driving in circles near a mall we were headed to for the movie. We parked in the lot and I was reminded by Rebecca of our lessons on exiting a car and reminded to take my purse, then we were off to the “Lions’ den” of the mall. I set a deliberate pace as I walked and Rebecca corrected me to a leisurely pace, saying we are not in a race girl. As we walked, I could not help but noticed the attention we were receiving. I remembered to turn my head slightly so I could see Rebecca as I mentioned this to her. I also mentioned to her how wonderful the silks and nylons felt as we walked. This drew a giggle from her which caused me to giggle. She told me that the attention we were receiving was we were two hot looking babes entering a hunting ground, girl. I was still a little stiff and ungainly but she told me if anybody notices I could blame the heels I was wearing, after all not many girls our age wear 4-inch heels.
We entered the mall and walked around window shopping. We passed some clothing stores that were “too mature” and stopped in front of some teen fashion stores and talked about the clothes that they displayed. I was following Rebecca’s lead and not paying attention to where we were going when we wandered into a lingerie shop. That is what I get from not paying attention to where we were going. I tensed up and was about to bolt from the store, when Rebecca grabbed my elbow in what felt like a vice grip and whispered in my ear. “Relax Paula we are ok, nobody here thinks that you don’t belong here believe me.”
I was not comfortable but I did relax. We moved through the store looking at various items and both of us commenting on them, like what do you think about this, oh those are adorable. I realized I made a mistake when I saw a beautiful bra and panty set and said, “I really like those.” They were a yellow silk and lace, with cute flowers embroidered throughout. Rebecca found a set in a 32 B and one in 34 B which I gathered was her size. A sales lady came over about that time and said that there was a nightie that matched them also. She asked if we would like to try the bra and nightie on? Rebecca volunteered that; we would like that very much. The sales lady went to find the matching nighties. We were then led to the changing rooms. Rebecca joined me in one and helped me remove my blouse, skirt, half slip and bra and into the new bra and nightie and then she did the same. The feel was exquisite but I could not figure out why I needed them. I did not plan to dress up again. I was pushed out of the changing room by Rebecca to where a full length mirror stood. The nightie came down to a mid thigh and I adored it, standing side by side it was easy to tell we were sisters. Where did that thought come from? The sales lady came up behind us and told us how lovely we were. She checked the fit of the nighties and pronounced them a good choice. We changed back to our clothes and Rebecca paid for our selections, and we left the store with our bags.
I was shocked again though when Rebecca pulled me into a portrait photography studio. It was not busy and we were immediately taken in. Rebecca told me to just trust her and to watch her as her pictures were taken. After countless pictures were taken, I was told to sit in front of the camera. Rebecca motioned for me to smile. It took a few poses before I loosened up but I started to have fun. Half blinded by the strobes, I didn’t know how many pictures of me were taken, I started to get up to leave when it seemed he was finished with me. That was not to be as Rebecca was sent back and we were posed together for quite a few shots including some full length shots back to back and facing each other at an angle. Rebecca paid 85 dollars for 3 packages of photos, and was told that she could pick them up next Friday. I was shocked.
“What are you thinking two of those packages we will never be able to use?”
“Trust me Paula. I am not out to hurt you, or to blackmail you. I think you might like them when you see them. I sure want them if nobody else does. I liked taking pictures with my new little sister. I just want you to know Paula I love you, and I know you love me too.”
We finally made our way to the theater, just in time for the 8:00 p.m. showing of some chick flick. We got two cokes and a large popcorn and took our seats. I really tried to hate it they were no car chases or crashes, nobody getting blown up or shot, no blood or violence and in the end the girl got the guy instead of the obverse. I had to admit the acting was better. It actually had a story plot. There were times we laughed and giggled and a couple of times tears formed in my eyes and Sis handed me a tissue to keep from ruining my eye makeup.
Then it was time to leave. I really needed to go at this time and told Sis. She guided me, I guess that is a better term than manhandled me, into the ladies room. I could not believe the ladies room there was a line waiting for stalls. I had seen lines before in men’s rooms but none that move that slowly. Rebecca whispered in my ears to remember to sit to pee and to pull some tissue like to wipe before you get up to fix your clothes, and you need to powder your nose and reapply your lipstick after you wash your hands. After what seemed like ten minutes I was able to enter the next to the last stall I remembered everything I was told and was able with some difficulty to take care of my business. Let me tell you that was a relief all the gear I was wearing really put a strain on my bladder. As I was powdering my nose and applying my lipstick another lady whispered in my ear saying that her period was early and asked if I had any tampons or panty shields. I handed her one of mine and I now knew why my sister included them in my purse.
I waited outside for Rebecca to come out, which she did looking for me. She said she was sorry it took so long. It was with a lighter heart we talked as we headed the long way around the mall to where we were parked. We discussed the movie and I told her about the girl who borrowed a tampon from me. I guess I enjoyed myself more than any recent time I could remember. By the time we got to the car I was happy to get off my feet, these shoes were beginning to hurt a bit. Rebecca kept me talking all the way home and as we turned onto our street I realized another problem. Mom would be there.
Sis looked at me and like she could read minds said, “Mom would probably be in bed, but if she wasn’t, don’t worry, she’ll be cool about it.”
We pulled into our drive and Rebecca told me to wait here let her check. She got out and went up to the front door and went in. About four minutes later, she came out and headed to the car. Mom also came out and I nearly had a heart attack. Sis headed to the car and got in the back seat and Mom got in behind the wheel.
She was startled somewhat when she looked over and saw me and said, “Paul....a is that you?”
I know I started to tear up. She saw this in the dim dome light of the car and got a tissue out of her purse. She then blotted my eyes as she looked at me, carefully so as not to mess up my make up which she could clearly see.
“Don’t worry honey. I am not mad at you. We will talk when we get back,” she said looking crossly into the rear view mirror. She said this as much for my benefit, as for my sister sitting in the back seat.
“Where are we going I asked?”
“Your sister left me a note asking if we could get a bite to eat when you two returned from the movie.”
I was bushwhacked by my sister again. It was amazing, but I still loved her, even after all that happened or maybe because of all that she did, I wasn’t sure which at the moment. We drove and Mom talked to us about what we did and which movie we saw, what we thought of the movie. I had left out the photographer and the lingerie, but my dear little sister even spilled those beans. Mom said she would love to see those pictures and said that she would also like to see what we bought.
We pulled into one of those all night diner a good ways off our normal beaten path and parked. With loads of apprehension I met Mom and Sis at the back of the car. Mom looked at me up and down and told me to turn around.
“You look amazing dear. I love your hair and blouse and everything about you Paula.”
“Thank you Mom, Sis picked it all out for me, I think she did a wonderful job, don’t you? She looks pretty good too,” I said with more confidence than I really felt.
“Yes she does, but then she always tries to look her best. This though is the first time I have seen you looking so good.”
“Mom, Paula and I had a great time together, I enjoyed going out with her.”
Mom held her arm out for me and I drew close to her as she placed her arm over my shoulder and then Rebecca’s shoulder. We then headed into the diner and my heart skipped a beat. It felt good being together. We sat at a booth and Mom sat across from us. The waitress took our drink orders and we looked at the menus. I made my choice, and set the menu down folding my hands together on my lap to keep my elbows off the table. Rebecca reached over and took my right hand and held it. Mom then engaged us in conversation, I tried to follow their lead about what was acceptable with an older adult present, there was a significant difference than when it was just girls the same age. I tried using the talking skills that my sister had drilled into me, and I think Mom was impressed. I was not usually this talkative and things usually had to be drug out of me one fact at a time.
The waitress came and took our orders and commented on how nice we all looked and asked if we were all sisters. This brought giggles from all of us. Mom assured her that these two were her daughters.
The waitress feigned surprise and said, “Surely you are not old enough to have given birth to them,” the waitress pointed at me and said, “this one looks eighteen and the other looks sixteen.”
The waitress left us and I said, “That waitress is a little screwy, considering I am thirteen and Rebecca is sixteen than, don’t you think?”
“No. I don’t think she is screwy at all as you put it, Paula, I think you look more mature and you sure act like it too, Paula. I am very impressed with you, and I love both of my daughters. Your sister has done a marvelous job with your makeup, at least I assume it was she at least who did it. A little mature for my tastes for my thirteen year old daughter, but it is still tastefully done and I would not be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere, dear. You are very attractive looking like that. I assume that those are my heels are they not,” she said looking at my sister?
“Mine were way to small Mom and the only shoes she could wear that fit her outfit were your sling back sandals. Even those are a tad small on her feet. I hope you don’t mind, the only other shoes she could have worn were her trainers and that would have spoiled her look.”
“In this case I agree with you, Rebecca and this one time it is ok but your sister just isn’t ready for 4-inch heels. I bet your feet are kinda sore now Paula truthfully would you say.”
“Yes Mom, they are, but at the same time I loved them very much, can you understand that?”
“Yes Paula, I can. I know exactly what you mean. Now I have another question for you. Did your sister look out for you well? Do you have any complaints about the things she did to you and with you? Be truthful dear, think before you answer.”
“Yes Paula, if I have done anything that you objected to or to embarrass you tell her.”
I looked my Mom straight in the eyes and with a smile on my face said, “No Mom, Rebecca was very nice to me and although she put me in some strange situations, at least to me, she was very kind to me. I can honestly say I have learned a lot from being with her today and would look forward to doing it again sometime.”
Mom arched one of her eyebrows when she heard what I said, and had a questioning expression on her face that, turned into a big smile.
“I think you have learned a lot today Paula. This might have been a very good experience for you dear. It doesn’t hurt to see how the other side lives for a change. You are more talkative and seem more mature.”
“Mom, I have to be honest with you now. The reason this happened was my fault Mom. You see early this afternoon Jeff called and broke up with me, to go out with Shelly. I was thoroughly pissed off Mom and threw the phone down. Paula came over to hug me and comfort me, and I lost it Mom and slapped her hard. So hard I knocked her down on the floor. I thought I had hurt her bad, she laid there for a few seconds and I fell to my knees to see if she were hurt, but after she had time to shake it off she got up. I left a welt on her face where I slapped her, so I covered it up with my makeup. I was amazed at how good she looked with just a little foundation on. She didn’t do anything to deserve what I did to her. We talked a while and I apologized to her for striking her, and I offered to take her to a movie, my treat. I asked her if she would like to dress up and she happily agreed as long as she looked good enough to pass. Mom she is gorgeous as you can see and I think she really liked it. Mom it was wrong for me to strike her, and even though she didn’t tell you. I could not live with myself unless I told you the truth. I stand ready to be punished Mom.”
“Yes Rebecca, you do deserve to be punished for what you did, and I can guarantee you will be, but I am proud of you for telling me. It seems that Paula was not going to complain about it, but that type of behavior will not be tolerated young lady. You both have made me proud today.”
We finished eating and Mom took us to the ladies room. I had to take care of my business and then Rebecca went next while I washed my hands, powdered my nose and fixed my lipstick under Mom’s watchful eyes. When I looked to Mom, she smiled at me and then winked her eye at me in silent approval.
When we were all done, we headed back to the table. Mom then told us that when we have a good waitress or waiter and they serve us well and complemented us and give us a good dinning experience we always leave a good tip, we always leave a tip you understand but for good service we leave good tips. I was surprised when Mom left a ten-dollar bill on the table. That was half the bill.
Mom saw the expression on my face and said, “weren’t you pleased with her service? Didn’t she work hard to make our meal a pleasure? Didn’t she compliment all of us, you especially if my memory serves me right?”
“You’re right Mom. She was very attentive and did a very nice job. I liked her. I never thought about it before. Thanks for teaching me Mom.”
Mom hugged us and we headed to the register. The waitress who served us was at the register she looked at us and smiled as we approached.
“My, you are lovely ladies. Your daughters are very pretty and you have raised them well. It was a pleasure serving you.”
I don’t know why but her words touched me and I asked her if I could give her a hug. She had a look of surprise on her face but came over and hugged me. I gave her a peck on her cheek and thanked her. Rebecca and Mom did the same for her and we paid our bill and went left.
“Paula, you are full of surprises today, I am proud of you. You probably made that waitress’ day giving her a hug like that. They work so hard and some times are underappreciated for the work they do, and with that simple gesture you showed her that you really appreciated her. It was good you asked first also some people just aren’t as touchy feely as we are and might have been embarrassed had you just done it. You must understand though that a hug from Paul might not be as accepted by a female as one from Paula.”
I thought we would be headed home as it was about 11:30 p.m. but Mom stopped at the local Walmart 24 hour store. She led us arm in arm into the store and to the shoe department. Mom, I found out wears a seven and a half narrow and after looking at my feet in her shoes she selected an eight and a half medium which Rebecca helped me put on. It too was an open toed sling back sandal in black, but it only had a 2 and 3/4 inch heel. It fit really well and felt good. She selected two more pair of heels, one a pump in red and another sandal in white, and a lady’s athletic shoe, that was white and had pink and blue on it.
Then she led us to the lingerie section and asked what size and I replied 32 B and size 5. She asked what I liked that I saw and I pointed out things that I liked. She picked out several bras, panties, half slips, full slips, a dozen pair of panty hose and nighties I mentioned and some that she liked and some that my sister wanted me to get. Then in the clothing section she had me pick out some athletic clothes, two tank tops, a sports bra, a warm-up suit. We then selected several nice skirts in a larger waist than the one I had one but that were a slim fit, and a skirt that had a little more flair in it. We then selected a bunch of tops and blouses and two pair of ladies jeans and two slacks and three dresses including what she called an LBD or little black dress in girl speak. They had me try on everything but the panties. Rebecca helped me change and Mom looked at and approved most of it and rejected a couple of things. She then asked me to explain why she accepted certain things and rejected others. I tried to the best of my limited experience. She corrected me when I was wrong and complimented me when I was right.
She then took us over to cosmetics and bought a whole bunch of stuff explaining what it was for, but it was getting late, I was tired and it did not sink in at the time. Then over to jewelry for bangles, bracelets, rings, necklaces and about a dozen different pair of pierced earrings. I was amazed at how much money she spent on me and started to object, but I was overruled. We filled the trunk of the car and headed to our home finally. My poor dogs were tired. I thought I would get some rest when I got home, but it was not in the cards, at least not immediately.
This whole thing about dressing as a girl seemed to have a life of its own. It scared me but at the same time I was not sure but I seemed to enjoy it. I also was halfway sure I wanted to continue. At home finally at about 1:00 a.m. we unloaded the car and brought everything to the living room. Mom led us to her room and asked Rebecca to clean off my face. When she got the makeup off, my face Mom could see the welt on my face. It looked a little less red and angry but there was no doubt what had hit me. There were a couple of places where a bruise was evident but it did not look too bad to me.
Mom turned to Rebecca and first said, “First let’s say that whatever Paula put on today is now hers except for the shoes which really don’t fit and were not yours to give in the first place. Ok?”
What I realized was that I wore Rebecca’s best blouse and her favorite skirt which cost a pretty penny. It hit Rebecca where she lived.
“Second, your allowance goes to Paula for the next thirty days.”
Her allowance was twice mine because she was expected to buy her necessities like pantyhose and makeup from it. I thought I would have to help her on the sly. Rebecca had winced as Mom pronounced her judgments, tears formed in her eyes.
“Thirdly you are grounded for the next thirty days,” and with a glint in her eye, “and help your sister learn all about being a girl. If it means getting out of the house so be it as long as she is with you and you treat her well and only while she is dressed as a girl. You will not threaten or force her to dress up, but if she wants to you will teach her and look out for her. What you do for lessons are up to you but I expect to see results. You have done a good job. I expect you to continue it. I will also give you hints about things she needs to learn. Come July we are going on a vacation for three weeks and either Paul or Paula may go with us, it’s her choice. It may be hard for both to go but even that is an option.”
I realized that for my sister to have a good time this summer Paula was going to have to be around. I loved my sister but I might have to make her sweat a little.
Rebecca hugged me close and said, “Paul, I am so sorry I hurt you. I promise that if you forgive me I will make it up to you. If you want to learn to be Paula, I will do my best to teach you to be the best girl I can, but if you don’t I will sit patiently in my room and not complain. There is no excuse for what I did. Teach me to be as loving as you are.”
That last comment from Sis, brought another raised eyebrow from Mom. She had not realized the truth she had heard before then that Paul was a more loving child than Rebecca had been. He clearly had feminine characteristics that she had been blind to. This could be a win/win situation for her children. She made a mental note to talk to their doctor on Monday.
Mom then told Rebecca that she wanted to see the purchases that she and I made at the lingerie shop and asked her to go get them. Rebecca jumped up and hurried down to find them.
I turned to Mom and told her that I was proud of Sis, and I still loved her.
Mom just hugged me. I can’t remember ever being hugged so much, but I am not complaining. I like it. Mom started unbuttoning my blouse as Sis came back with two bags from the lingerie shop. I started to discard the blouse but Sis made me fold it neatly and lay it on the couch, the same with the skirt, saying girls don’t dump their clothes, especially their nice clothes on the floor Paula. That is when I realized that school had begun for me. I was learning lessons that I actually loved coming from my favorite people.
I was glad to get all those clothes off they were fun but I needed rest and comfort. When I wiggled my tits at Mom, she and Sis both cracked up. I took my things I selected and started to head to the bathroom and Mom said, “Where are you going we are all girls here?” I stopped and pulled my blue panties off and pulled my yellow panties up tucking my self between my legs as I had done earlier. I then put my bra on and showed Mom. Sis was taking her clothes off and dressing too in the matching bra and panties. I slipped the nightie over my head. Sis didn’t usually wear a bra at night when she slept but she put hers on and her nightie, and panties.
Mom looked at and felt the material and said, “I really liked your choice Rebecca.”
“I didn’t choose these Mom, Paula did and I liked it so I got one to match hers.”
“Rebecca go to your room, let me talk to Paula for a few minutes.”
Sis headed up the stairs to her room. Mom turned to me and said, “We need to have a mother/daughter talk. Paul, I don’t mind you being Paula. I think you are a beautiful child no matter how you choose to present yourself. I just want you to know why I feel this way. I had a boyfriend many years ago. It was not your typical boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. He was more like a girlfriend. He had an ‘identity’ issue. He always was envious of me and my girlfriends, and for the longest time I could not understand him. One day when I was about thirteen, he came over to my place and I was feeling quite mischievous. I dressed him like your sister did to you. He didn’t complain much. It was just a token resistance. He was quite fetching dressed like that and he quite enjoyed it. He confided that he liked dressing as a girl and admitted that he had felt that way for a long time. We played dress up several times since that first adventure, but we were caught by my Mom. She hit the ceiling and called his Mom over. His Mom apologized profusely to my Mom and tore into her son. She marched him half dressed in my stockings, panties, bra, and slip all the way home. He had to walk dressed like that for two blocks. It was about five in the evening and the streets were full of people. She embarrassed him terribly. Once she got him home, she made him go to his room and wait for his father to get home and told him that he better not take off those clothes or wash off the makeup. When his father got home, they called for him to come down stairs, but when he didn’t come, they went to his room to get him. It was too late for him though he had taken one of my stockings and tied it around his throat and the door knob and hung himself. He left a letter to me and told me not to blame myself for this and that his last few days with me were the happiest days of his life.”
“It is a cruel world out there Paula. I don’t ever want you to feel that helpless or unloved. If this is just a game to you then we all can play and have fun, but if this if this is something more to you, you can trust me to still love and support you. Whatever direction you take your secret is safe with us and if at some point you want to live as a girl we will be there for you. Life is too important Paula don’t ever despair to the point of taking your life, you are too precious to me. Will you keep this between you and me Paula?”
I shook my head yes. I didn’t know what to say tears flowed from my eyes. I threw my arms around Mom’s neck and sat in her lap. She rocked me in her arms and stroked my hair. We stood after we had a good cry and she led me upstairs to Sis’s room.
Mom walked over to Sis and just hugged us both. Mom then asked, “Rebecca, Paul’s room is so masculine that I don’t think Paula would be comfortable. If you two can be good girls can Paula sleep with you? Treat it like a sleep over.
This request caught me and Rebecca off guard. I looked to Rebecca. We had not slept together since I was eight years old. Rebecca thought for a second and then nodded to me. Mom popped me firmly on my butt as I walked toward Sis, and she feigned innocence when I turned towards her putting my hands on my hips and pouting. We all broke out giggling. Sis then taught me how to take my makeup off and taught me how to take care of my skin. We didn’t do many of the things girls usually do at sleep overs and not for Rebecca’s lack of trying. Sis had me sit next to her on her bed and turned me so my legs went over her lap and hugged me and rocked me in her arms. I just fell asleep and slumped on her lap. Rebecca just stroked my hair until she too fell asleep.
Paula had some strange dreams that night. The first night he ever spent in girls clothing. He dreamed of satin and lace, of dresses and skirts, of long silky hair, of things so foreign to him. He was happy dreaming of things so feminine.
Paul slowly woke. Things did not seem right. There were arms holding him and he could feel a girl spooned at his back. He opened his eyes and realized he was in his sister’s room and remembered about the previous day. It felt so good to be held. Looking at the light coming in the window he could tell the day was well past morning. He rolled on his back under his sister’s arm and looked at her. Even early in the morning she was so pretty. He reached over and kissed her on her cheek, and got out of bed. Paul headed to the bathroom he always used and took care of his business sitting in the fashion of girls. Yesterday had been so strange, so different, maybe it would not go away. He took a small portion of toilet paper and dried himself and flushed. He took care to tuck himself back between his legs leaving a smooth front. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself dressed in a yellow silk nightie, long dark auburn hair hung past his shoulders. There was only a small area on his face that was bruised below his left eye. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, and brushed his long auburn hair till it fell into place.
Paula returned to his sister’s room as she was sitting up in bed. She smiled when she saw him. He sat on the bed next to her.
“Morning Paula did you sleep well. I was glad we slept together. It felt good sleeping next to someone for a change.”
“I know Sis. I slept well and had some strange dreams, don’t remember much of them but it felt kinda good.”
“I see you brushed your hair little Sis. It looks good on you. I am glad you are part of our family. I want to teach you all about girls if you want me to.”
Rebecca got up and handed a robe to Paul the same one he had worn the day before. Sis told him that it was his since he had worn it yesterday and that was Mom’s rule. He pulled it on and realized that it was shorter than his nightie. Rebecca pulled on a powder blue robe, and held out her hand to Paula. Together we padded down to the kitchen. Rebecca started breakfast and Paula helped her. She had not done much cooking, the most he had done was, make a sandwich or boil some hotdogs. Now he paid attention to what Rebecca. She had him do several things to make breakfast. Mixing the ingredients for a pancake batter as his sister handed them to him. Sis fired up the griddle as Paula got the batter ready for cooking. Paula poured several circles of batter on the grill till there was no more room. The pancakes started to rise and bubble and then Paula flipped them. Two more rounds of hot cakes then Paula started the bacon six strips. With the bacon ready, Rebecca made the coffee and set the table. She then sent Paula up to wake Mom.
Paula plopped on the bed next to her Mom, who woke with quite a start.
“Oh Paul....a good to see you this morning. How did you sleep dear?”
“I slept well Mom. Thank you for every thing you have done for me. Breakfast is ready and waiting for you.”
Mom got out of bed went to the bathroom and came out minutes later putting a robe on. Together they went to the kitchen where Rebecca had everything ready.
The girls talked while they ate Paula turned to who ever was speaking and paid attention while she ate. She added to the conversation at points, remembering to not speak with food in her mouth, and spoke her feelings confidently. She felt a new camaraderie with her family, they were close before but this was like three sisters talking and having fun.
“Rebecca, Paula, take the bags in the living room up to Rebecca’s room, we will see about making you room there to put your things up.”
Paula and her sister grabbed the many bags they had just left the previous day and headed to the girls’ room sitting them on the bed. Sis went to her dresser and started rearranging her things there. She had a large dresser and she found that she could make enough room for Paula’s things there easy. The girls then started to sort, arrange and put up Paula’s under thing’s and such.
They then turned to the closet. This was going to be a problem. Rebecca went through her things that were hanging and sorted them into three piles. First pile, were the things she wanted to keep for herself, then the second pile, were things that might fit Paula and look good on her, then there was a pile that she would give away. She had Paula go through the last pile and check to see if there was anything there she would like to try. Paula tried on several items and Rebecca would explain what would work or not work for her and why. Paula kept one dress and a skirt from that pile. They then went through the pile Rebecca wanted Paula to keep, she explained why they were good for Paula and how they would work together with her other things. They rejected some of the clothes there but kept most of them. Rebecca then went through her pile and showed her how they went together with her things and showed Paula which things she could borrow from Rebecca’s section and which clothes she wanted for herself. Paula told her she would respect her things and her wishes. They then hung the clothes that Rebecca had pulled from her closet. Sis still had the lions share of the space but there was sufficient space that they may be able to get the rest of Paula’s new clothes hung.
Rebecca then made room on her vanity for Paula’s makeup. Sharing her domain had been hard and at the same time she was glad. Paula was a real sweetheart and took everything in stride. She wondered how she would have done if their positions had been reversed. She had not intended things going this far and was having to evaluate how she felt about this. Her comfort zone was most definitely being stretched, and she felt it was for the most part a good thing.
Finally in the early afternoon they got everything put away. The girls took turns showering and Rebecca helped Paula dress and add makeup. She worked very slowly explaining what she was doing and why, making sure Paula could see what she was doing. Paula could see herself transform from a cute girl to a beautiful young lady. Not as sexy as the day before but makeup she could wear most anywhere, refined but youthful. Paula then selected some underwear a white satin and lace bra and panty set, a camisole, half-slip and pantyhose and dressed and carefully folded her sleepwear. Paula then put on a kelly green rayon blouse and a navy cotton pencil skirt with a small kick pleat in the back that came to 2-inches above her knee and a pair of navy pumps with a 3-inch heel. The skirt was tight at the hem and limited her ability to walk. She was forced to take shorter more feminine steps and swing her hips more. Sis dressed in a white charmeuse blouse and a green chiffon skirt, with white strappy sandals with 3-inch heels.
The girls sought out and found Mom sitting in the living room watching TV. She looked at her daughters as they approached and was impressed. She looked closely at Paula and told them the makeup was much better for a girl her age. She commented that the clothing they selected looked very nice. She said that she was shocked that Paula was dressed in such a form fitting skirt but that it looked very good on her. She also told Paula to take care of that wig it is a real human hair wig and it is quite expensive.
“Well dressed like that we need to go out, go get your purses girls while I get dressed.”
We got our purses and loaded them with and the powder and lipsticks we would need for repairs. They then returned to the living room where Paula learned just what Mom had meant by her skirt. Rebecca just had to giggle as Paula maneuvered around trying to sit properly in her skirt. Rebecca gave her hints and encouragement as she practiced. Mom was watching this from around the corner upstairs. It was a skirt she selected at the store for Paula just for this reason. Standing was a real chore for Paula because the skirt’s tightness did not allow much movement for the legs. Rebecca was offering no assistance except for moral support.
Mom was impressed with her girls. Paula wouldn’t give up and Rebecca was being a good teacher. This was going to work out very good. She knew Rebecca had an anger problem. It was not that she got angry often, but when she did she could be a holy terror. She was impulsive and did not share well. Paula had always had a certain sweetness and was always ready to share, but was often hurt, she needed not a suit of armor to blunt all attacks, but maybe just a shield to protect her from most of the harm. Her kids were learning discipline, not as a punishment but as a way of life. Both of her kids could come out of this being much better persons, accepting people that were different from the norm but who were still good people.
She might even be able to bring her friend Francis home to meet her kids. She hoped that her children could understand her relationship with Francis. She had kept it very discreet but maybe that could be changing soon. The kids did not need all the details, but maybe they could accept that she could love another person, even if it was another woman. She blushed as she thought of her friend/lover. It was not that she was a lesbian, but more that she was bisexual and a woman could be more tender and caring than most men, except for her Paula.
If Paula could just stay through the summer, she would not force Paula to stay, but she would accommodate her if she chooses to. She would certainly make it attractive for Paula to stay, Rebecca seemed to be doing her best to do it also. She would talk to Rebecca about Paula.
Mom went to the girls room and got two things for Paula, a waist nipper and a padded girdle. She needed a little more shape. Returning to the living room she had Paula take off her blouse and skirt. Paula groaned as she saw what Mom intended for her, but she was very compliant, and she had to admit that it really help her image as a girl. She realized that the already tight skirt fit better at the waist but her poor tush was being squeezed. She practiced sitting and standing again and found that she could do it very well. Her face beamed with pride as she looked at Mom and Sis who were applauding her.
“Well kids lets go to the car, I think we need to go to the mall. Paula doesn’t know what shop till you drop means yet.”
“I think she is about to learn, don’t you Mom.”
Paula just groaned, if she had to try on a bunch of clothes with this skirt it was going to be a long day. They headed to the garage and Paula attempted to step in the front seat. She had to push her butt into the car and sit then swing her legs in. Keeping her knees together was not an issue the skirt saw to that. She scooted next to Mom and Rebecca got in next to her. The two kids held hands as Mom drove. The banter was light and feminine, Paula joined in with them, she was picking up girl talk very easily and fit in with the conversation.
They reached the mall and they held hands with Paula in the middle and strode into the mall. There were a hundred stores in the mall and seventy of them catered to women. They went from store front to store front stopping at one kiosk and another. They all tried clothes on. Paula and Rebecca even ganged up on Mom and got her to dress younger. She was surprised at Paula’s sense of fashion. She bought the skirt and blouse Paula had picked out for her. It made her look like a sister to the girls. Rebecca saw a nail salon and tried to get them in there, saying it would really help Paula.
“Paula if you get your nails done in there you need to understand that it will be impossible for Paul to come back for a while. There is no changing back and forth. I would expect you to remain this way for at least six weeks. The nails can come off but you can’t replace them back on. I think it would be good but it is your choice, I won’t make you do it. I want you to really think about it before you make up your mind.”
Paula walked off for a few seconds and appeared to be really thinking about it. Mom and Rebecca gave her plenty of room, but in the end she came back smiled, took their hands and headed into the nail salon. Mom gave the manicurist instructions for 1/2-inch nails for them all and helped select polish for each of them. They were each led to a different station and their manicurists took care of them. It was a new experience for Paula. She had a cute Asian girl who looked no older than she was. Her English was very good and her accent was so sexy, but it was her smile that made her heart skip a beat. She never felt like this before, yes she did like girls but that was as Paul. She had never gone out with one. The girl knew her business and enjoyed working on Paula. She too was affected by Paula. She had worked with many girls and some girl wannabes but she never felt like this before. She gave Paula detailed instructions on the care of her nails and told her to come back for refills when the base of the nails were grown out enough to be too noticeable. After she finished with her nails she took a good hand lotion and massaged Paula’s hands and continued talking to her. They were lost in each other’s eyes.
“Emm are you through hon,” Mom intoned.
“Oh so sorry Mam, we were just having a good talk. Please do come back in for refills. My name is Kylie, I enjoyed helping you,” she said handing Paula her business card.
Paula for the first time glanced at her new nails and said, “Thank you Kylie, they are gorgeous. I really like them.” She stood and reached out and hugged Kylie.
Kylie looked shocked but quickly returned the hug and had a big smile on her face when they parted. Rebecca watched the girl as they left, she was fanning herself and her face was flushed. Looking at Paula, she noticed that she too was flushed. Looking at Mom who was looking at her they both raised eyebrows. After paying the cashier Mom inspected everyone’s nail and pronounced them excellent. Mom gave us each a couple of bucks and instructed us to tip our operator.
Paula was very distracted and seemed to be walking on air. It seemed that Mom and Rebecca were trying to see how much they could get away with while Paula was on cloud nine. She came to ground when she thought she had told her Mom yes to getting a corset.
Paula stopped and turned to Rebecca and whispered in her ear, “Did I just tell Mom that I would wear a corset.”
“You sure did Paula, and here it comes girl,” Rebecca giggled.
“I want all three of us fitted for corsets,” Mom told the sales lady.
It was Rebecca’s turn to blanch hearing this. Paula gave her sister a peck on the cheek, and giggled.
“At least I am not going to suffer alone,” Paula said.
Rebecca made a fist and put it at the base of Paula’s nose and said, “keep it up sis and I will be an only child,” but the smile on her face told a different story.
The sales lady brought three corsets after taking all of our measurements. She helped Rebecca as Mom helped me. Groans could be heard as the laces were being tightened. The older women were showing no mercy to us. Mom looked at us and said we will take them and then the women helped the girls dress. We got some measure of satisfaction though as the sales lady tightened Mom’s corset. Mom’s waist actually needed the most attention of us, but the effect they had was marvelous on them. We all had to go to the ladies room when we left that shop. I took the longest to get getting unencumbered enough to use the facilities and to get myself together afterwards. We then powdered our noses and repaired our lipstick.
The food court was a good place to stop for a few minutes, so we each ordered the type of food we liked and not surprisingly in appropriate quantities.
Mom finally broke the ice with Paula.
“That was a nice girl at the nail salon Paula, you two seemed to get along well don’t you think.”
“Ah yes she was, I liked her very much Mom. I hope to see her again sometime.”
“I think she wants to see you too Sis. You had her in vapors Paula. She blushed when you hugged her. You sure surprised me. That’s all I can say.”
“I don’t understand Mom, before no girl ever made me feel that way, and I don’t think I have ever done that to a girl before. Why now and why with me dressed like this? Would she like me as a guy or will I have to look like a girl, will she hate me because I am pretending to be a girl?”
“I can’t answer your questions Paula, only time will tell. You can only be the best person you are. I think you are a very special person. I love you no matter how you are and if she and you are meant to be, she too will love you for what you are.”
My special thanks to Karen Page, Angel O’Hare, Robi, Stacy, Samantha and all the others for their help and encouragement, without which this piece would not have been possible.
This story is of course fiction and all characters are also fictitious. Any resemblance to anybody real or actual situations is unintended.
I retain the copyright to this story.
The Slap Ch 2
By Paula Dillion
We finished up our meal and talking at the food court at the Mall. First stop, Mom informed us, is the ladies room. We took care of our business and repaired our makeup. Mom and Sis still couldn’t get over how quickly I adapted to this role.
Mom checked to see that we were currently alone and asked,
“Paula, you have never done this before, have you dear?”
“No Mom this is the first time, I have never messed with yours or Rebecca’s clothes. It just never crossed my mind.”
“I can’t get over how comfortable you seem now. You act like you have done this a lot. Your mannerism’s aren’t perfect but you’re pretty darn good for someone who wasn’t born a girl. How do you like it so far?” Mom asked as we headed back into the mall.
“It is so different than I thought it would be Mom. It has been fun. I know everything about being a girl is not fun, and I have only had a small taste of it, but I think I am going to enjoy it this summer. Does that make me strange?”
“No Paula, you are not strange. You’re different, but that is not a bad thing. I love this side of you, and I am sure your sister does too.”
”Paula I love you too. You can be my little sister any time you want to. Truthfully I never expected you to like it the way you have, I have had more fun with you than with many of my friends.”
We had a big group hug in the middle of the mall in front of many people and we didn’t care. We stopped and got my ears pierced. The Lady told me how to take care of my ears. I liked the way my ears looked. Mom had chosen peridot ear rings, my birthstone she said. Then we went shopping again. I couldn’t believe the way Mom and Sis went from store to store mostly just looking rather than buying. It was fun to a point but my shoes and skirt were starting to wear me down. I was taking a lot more steps to go the same distance than when I was dressed as a boy. Mom looked at me and could tell I was worn out. She took pity on me and we headed to the car. All along the way we drew attention from guys we passed. I know Mom was getting some of the attention too. She looked great at least to me.
On the way home we stopped by a video store to rent some movies. Mom decided we would have a girl’s night at home and told us to each find a movie we wanted to watch. I started to go to the action movie isle but I knew that they wouldn’t appreciate it like I would. I wound up choosing the movie Phenomenon with John Travolta. Mom and Sis both had classic chick flicks as I thought they would, Romeo and Juliet with Di Caprio, (Sis’ choice) and The English Patient.
We stopped and picked up some mint chocolate chip ice cream and headed on home.
We wrangled our purchases into the house. Mom put the ice cream into the freezer, and started fixing dinner. I could not wait to get undressed. I begged Sis to help me get out of the corset but she refused and just giggled. At least I did get the skirt off and those heels. I started to put on a pair of jeans but Rebecca had other plans. Instead I wound up in a black slip dress, with stockings attached to garters attached to the corset and Rebecca had a blue chiffon dress with a princess collar and long gauzy sleeves. My heels went back on my feet. Rebecca redid my makeup even more mature than yesterday, she really was an artist. She did herself up royally also, and then she led me downstairs.
Mom was just setting the table for dinner when we showed up. She stopped looked at us and said wow. She hugged us both and said, “You two are gorgeous young ladies, you both make me look underdressed. Ok girls let us sit and have dinner,”
“Mom, don’t ever worry about whether you still have it or not, because you have never lost it,” I told her.
“Yeah Mom, in your own way, your as gorgeous as we are,” Rebecca said.
Mom served us, then took her napkin and laid it on her lap. Rebecca and I followed Mom’s lead. We were then instructed on which fork and spoon to use and how to eat at a formal setting. Taking a bite and setting down the implement while the food was chewed. All the while we carried on a “pleasant conversation.” I was reminded to sit straight and to never use the back of the chair to rest against, hands on lap when not using silverware to get the next bite of food. I never knew there was so much to know about eating. Mom raised her wine glass and Rebecca and I followed her lead.
The meal was light considering the restriction of the corsets, and it was an enjoyable experience. We finished and cleared the table and started cleaning the kitchen. Mom put an apron on and washed the dishes, while we took care of the rest. The three of us made quick work of the kitchen.
As we were finishing up the doorbell rang and Rebecca said that she would get it. Mom and I walked side by side into the living room. Rebecca led two of her girlfriends Sandy and Colleen into the living room until she looked at me and stopped. I knew both of them. I tried to think fast and said, “Hello I am Paula Douglass (Mom’s maiden name),” and I don’t know why but I said, “I’m Laura’s sister.” I knew I had stuck my foot into it now.
Sandy and Colleen both came over and greeted me and Rebecca introduced the girls to me. Mom asked the girls if they wanted anything to drink and they both wanted cokes.
“Come Paula, let's get drinks for everyone,” Mom said.
Rebecca and the girls headed to the couches and Mom and I headed to the kitchen. Out of earshot Mom whispered in my ear, “Good save Sis. You will now have to call me Laura, and Rebecca will have to call you Aunt Paula. I am not complaining we had not thought that through but now we are stuck with it.”
Rebecca came up behind us, hugged me and said, “Sorry Aunt Paula, I didn’t think and I am glad you were quick on your feet. How old are you by the way.”
Mom looked me over and said, “Well she looks older than thirteen and I am thirty five so we will call her seventeen.”
We returned with the drinks and joined the girls. I was on pins and needles, but the girls seemed to accept me. They asked where Paul was and Mom said, “He is with his grandma and my sister Paula came to join us this summer.”
Rebecca said, “We have movies and ice cream why don’t you join us and we will have a girl’s night, it is mint chocolate chip ice cream.”
Mom told them they would need to get permission from their parents, ask them if you can spend the night. The girls just giggled and headed to the phone.
While the girls were on the phone Mom got Rebecca and me together and said, “We can do this if you two are careful. It will be a good experience for you Paula you have been doing well so far. Paula you will be a senior in high school this fall and are visiting for part of the summer and just do what the girls do and you will be alright. Rebecca put Paula’s yellow nightie and panty with some of her clothes in my room and don’t wear yours tonight. Paula, think of some names and histories for boyfriends that you’ve had over the last two or three years.”
Rebecca went upstairs and Sandy called Mom to the phone, and I sat and thought up some names and histories. Several minutes later both girls and Mom came back to the living room and Rebecca came down stairs. They were all excited that they could stay. Mom told Rebecca to take them to her room and loan them a nightie and that she would take her Sister and get dressed as well.
We went up to our respective rooms with me joining Mom and got ready I helped Mom out of her corset and I thought she was going to let me out of mine but she just loosened it. She checked my breast forms and used a little makeup on them to hide the seams and helped me into my nightie. I still wore my stockings I saw my white fury mules with a 2-inch heel and I slipped them on my feet as Mom put her nightie on. I put on my peach colored satin robe and Mom a pink terry robe and got three comforters out of a closet. The girls were already downstairs and were staking out their territory.
Rebecca called me into the kitchen to get chips and drinks as Mom passed out comforters. I touched Rebecca’s back and found that she had taken off her corset and thought not fair.
We brought the food and drinks back and Mom was getting the video set up. I sat next to Sandy and was immediately covered by a comforter. The first movie we watched was Romeo and Juliet. The girls fussed over Leonardo so I did to. It was fun being with these girls. They made swooning noises as Romeo kissed his Juliet.
Mom must have turned the thermostat down because the room chilled and it felt comfy under the comforter. Sandy’s legs sent shivers down my back as her legs touched mine. I got a big shock was when Sandy put her hand on top of my thigh. I didn’t know what to do so I covered her hand with mine and moved it between us but keeping her hand in mine. Sandy turned her hand and slipped her fingers between mine. At least I still had my control panty on, it was uncomfortable as my penis tried to arouse but I was still not showing.
After the first movie was over mom served us ice cream and we selected Phenomenon as the second movie. The girls were so giggly it was contagious. We talked and a giggled and we all cried as the movie ended. Mom brought out a box of tissues for us and I had to go clean my makeup off as it was now streaked. When I got back, Mom started the third movie and excused herself as she went to her room to sleep leaving us there.
With Mom gone the conversations became more animated to say the least, and the subjects changed. Sex was the big topic. I tried to keep up my guise and I could see Sis smile and wink at me. I don’t remember much about the English Patient because we talked so much. It was late when the movie ended. We all fell asleep before the credits rolled. I felt warm and comfy as Sandy cuddled up next to me my arm around her back and under her arm.
I was the first awake in the morning. My hand cupped Sandy’s tit and was trapped in place by her right arm and left hand. She was leaning into me and had a warm fuzzy smile on her face. My bladder was screaming and it took about two minutes to maneuver free from her grasp without waking her.
After taking care of my business I decided to get some clothes and head for the bathroom that connected Mom and Sis’s room. After a short struggle I freed myself from my corset and tucked my wig (still attached with adhesive thank goodness) in a shower cap. Making sure the doors were locked I took a quick shower, and dressed in bra, panty, pantyhose, padded panty girdle, waist nipper, slacks that buttoned and zipped in the back , penny loafers and a scoop neck tank top. There was so much more to dressing as a girl even when dressing down, especially when these long fingernails. I brushed out my hair and applied makeup, just foundation, powder, lipstick and mascara. I added three bangles on my right wrist, a lady’s watch on my left, a heart shaped locket on a chain. I had my starter earrings in and knew it was too early to change them. I looked in the mirror and I looked older than I was and hoped I could carry it out.
I went into my Mom’s room she was just waking. She motioned for me to come over and we hugged. I told Mom all that had transpired and left nothing out. She giggled and said you may have a bosom buddy there girl. Mom got dressed saying she had showered last night so we could have the hot water today. She reminded me to call her Laura today.
“I am sorry Laura, I don’t know why I said I was your sister.”
“Although I miss you calling me Mom, I am proud to be your sister, Paula. Come on Sis lets go fix the girls’ breakfast.”
We went down stairs and saw the girls still sleeping, and went into the kitchen. I started the coffee and toast, and mom started eggs and bacon. I then set the table for five and prepared the frozen OJ. The girls were stirring and heading to the bathrooms.
Rebecca came into the kitchen and said, “Morning Mom, and Auntie giving me a hug. It is not fair here it is morning and you two look so good already,” she giggled.
“Well if you got up at a decent hour you too could be looking good now, but it is Sunday so sleeping late is ok,” Mom said.
The other girls came in and a round of good mornings, hugs, and how did you sleep followed. The hug Sandy gave me nearly curled my toes. Juice, coffee and food made its way to the table. We had a very animated breakfast, with jokes, girl talk and giggles. We all helped Mom with the kitchen and retired to the living room. The girls discussed what we would do today, and it seemed that we were headed back to the mall.
We all headed to Rebecca’s room, Rebecca and I found clothes that would fit Sandy and Colleen mostly my stuff but it looked good on them. They were having fun going through our wardrobe trying things on.
“I just love your clothes Rebecca,” Colleen said.
“Some of these are yours too Paula, aren’t they,” Sandy said.
“Yes, Rebecca made room for my clothes here,” I said.
“But most are all new aren’t they, your clothes that is?” Sandy said.
“Yes, before I came here my Mom said I needed some new clothes before I start my senior year at high school.”
Finally they had on what they liked and we headed to Rebecca’s car. I made sure I grabbed my purse and had the makeup I would need. Colleen got the front passenger seat which left me in back with Sandy. I was in deep confusion; Sandy knew Paul and she basically treated him as a non-entity, as Paula she was fawning over me. I appreciated the attention but it made me nervous. Sandy managed to stay on her side of the seat maybe it was the seatbelt that helped me here.
It was 11am when we hit the mall; most of the stores would not open for another hour so we walked the mall. I was sandwiched between Colleen and Sandy as we walked. I seemed to look at the way the mannequins were dressed differently. Some of the lessons I have been taught started making sense. I pointed out some of the things I liked and we talked about what would look good. I was starting to take a greater part in our conversations and being comfortable doing it.
One of the first stores we entered was a music store. The music we liked at least was close, but the girls discussed it differently. They talked about the girls costumes and their looks and the guys were either hunks or losers. I selected one CD by a girl band I liked.
Back in the mall we hit store after store. I was pulling clothes off the rack as good as the girls were. I started to really get into this shopping thing. The clothes I chose to wear made it much easier to do it, although the shoes did not go with a lot of the outfits. The girls kept bringing me some sexy clothing to try on. One dress barely covered my underwear. I swore they were trying to see how far I would go, but I knew I wouldn’t buy any of it so it didn’t matter to me. I mean girls try on lots of clothes they never buy. I did make a few purchases; but I found a cashmere sweater/tank combo I knew my sister would love, but it cost more than I had, so I put it back, but remembered where I found it.
We hit the food court for a light snack; I remembered to eat slower taking smaller more dainty bites of smaller portions. We carried on a light banter as we ate. It was more fun than I thought it would be just being with the others and taking part in all we did. A meal that used to take me five minutes or less, was taking upwards of thirty minutes, but I did not care I was enjoying myself.
We finished eating and headed to the ladies room, took care of our business and repaired our makeup. We then hit the mall again window shopping till we reached the theater. We saw another movie, and at least I had not seen this one. I sat next to Rebecca, Colleen sat on other side of sis and Sandy sat next to me. The chair arm between us was one that could be raised up and Sandy did it and scooted next to me hip to hip. I laid the back of my hand on her bare thigh, she had worn a short skirt, and she captured my hand in hers.
I never realized it but the so called chick flicks had better plots to them and the acting was generally better than the actions flicks. This one was a real tearjerker and I finally freed my hand to open my purse for a tissue. I tried to keep from smudging my makeup as I dried my tears, mostly I utterly failed. After the movie was over we stopped in the ladies room I took extra time with my makeup to look presentable. Sis smiled as she saw how well I had done.
We headed to our home, where Mom was waiting. She greeted us warmly. Mom had washed the girl’s clothes while we were away and so they change back into their things. Dressed we all then headed to a Pizza parlor. We drew lots of attention as we entered. The five of us were babes, but one of them being adult probably put them off.
“So Paula, how long are you going to be here,” Colleen asked?
“I will be with my sister probably through July, maybe longer; we will be going on a vacation early July though for three weeks, right Laura.”
“Yes we are going to leave on the third of July and return about the twenty fourth.”
“Well we will have to spend as much time as we can with you Paula, won’t we,” Sandy added.
We finished our meal and headed to the ladies room. I just needed to repair my makeup.
Sandy pulled up next to me and whispered in my ear, “Paul don’t worry I know it is you, but I approve of the changes, you are so hot girl. Colleen doesn’t know and I am not going to say anything about it. I like the new you. Call me.”
A chill went down my spine at her words, but her expression told me she was being sincere.
We left the Pizza parlor and Mom dropped the girls off at their homes. When we dropped off the last girl, I broke the news to Mom and Rebecca.
“Sandy knows I am Paul, she says she likes me like this, and that Colleen doesn’t know. That is really strange since she treated me indifferently as Paul. She was making passes at Paula.”
“I think she likes mostly girls Paula, I don’t know how she saw through you except, you act a little too mature for your age. You act more like Mom, than a teenage girl. You did fine. She won’t hurt you though I don’t think,” Rebecca commented.
“I think you are right Rebecca, she has not had that much exposure with teenage girls. Not the kind where they are together by themselves. On the other hand, maybe she saw past the makeup and clothes, I am sure she will tell you if you ask. Do you want to keep going as Paula?”
“Yes I do, Mom. I don’t know but I like being Paula. People treat me better. It is easy for me to make friends this way. I don’t know if I want to stay this way forever but I do want to continue. I know being a girl is not a bed of roses all the time, but it has been better than what I had before.”
Sis and I retired to our bedroom. She checked the adhesive on the wig and removed it and placed in on a pedestal. She brushed out my own hair. It was going to be a long time before I could style my own hair. I showered and prepared for bed. I dried my hair while Rebecca was showering. When she came into the bedroom I had her sit in front of her vanity and set about drying her hair. I enjoyed that and then brushed her hair like she does for herself. She looked like she was almost in a trance as I worked on her hair. I could almost swear she was purring.
“Would you teach me how to style your hair the way you do Sis? I just love doing this; it feels so right to me.”
“Auntie if you keep this up I am never going to let to let my brother come back,”
Rebecca thought for a second and with a worried expression on her face said, “I didn’t mean it like it sounded Paula. I love you as my brother. It’s just been so nice since Aunt Paula came to visit. I love you Aunt Paula.”
“I know what you mean Rebecca, I don’t know what is going to happen but if you are there with me it really helps. There is so much I don’t know about being a girl. I really need your love and support.”
Paula leaned over and hugged Rebecca from behind, nuzzled her ear with her nose and kissed her lightly on her throat.
Rebecca shuddered at Paula’s touch and was embarrassed she had just had an orgasm, it was wonderful, but she was afraid to show it. She would have to have a mother/daughter talk soon.
After a few seconds that seemed like hours Paula released her hold on her Sister and helped her dress for bed spraying one of their favorite colognes, on both of them. They both drifted to sleep in each others embrace.
Rebecca woke first this time and after taking care of her morning ritual she set about brushing out Paula’s wig. It was still clean and in good shape. They would have to take care of it if Paula was going to be wearing it full time.
Paula stirred and Rebecca went over and cuddled and caressed her awake. Paula woke with a big smile on her face, kissed Rebecca’s cheek and gave her a big hug. Paula dashed off to the restroom and did her duties.
“I love waking up like this Rebecca.”
“Me too Paula.”
The girls donned their robes and noticed that Mom had already left for work. They had coffee and cereal for breakfast. After cleaning up after them selves Rebecca announced, “Schools starting girl back to our room.”
Once there Rebecca told Paula to strip and handed her a pair of panties. Paula put them on and tucked herself back. Rebecca then measured Paula’s waist and wrapped the corset around Paula and fastened its busk. She then proceeded to tighten the laces until she had pulled Paula’s waist down three inches, despite her groans and protestations. Rebecca then donned fresh panties and had Paula measure her waist and help her with her corset until Paula had trimmed a similar 3 inches off her waist.
“I don’t want you to do anything I wouldn’t be willing to do myself Paula. You really need the corset right now and so I am willing to suffer too.”
Rebecca then started Paula on her skin care regime. She made sure she knew what each step of the process was for. Paula’s skin was flawless but masculine in texture; this would help her become more feminine and softer. Paula was then instructed on makeup under Rebecca’s close scrutiny, having to apply it, letting Rebecca check it, wash it off and starting all over. Paula was a quick study and started to develop a flare for it. She chose some colors that Rebecca wouldn’t have tried and blended them well, impressing her sister. After an hour of work Rebecca was satisfied for her first real lesson.
Rebecca then had Paula prepare her head for the wig, brushing her hair back out of the way. Then she had Paula put the wig on and showed her how to use the spirit gum around the edges to hold it in place. Paula then brushed it out until it fell into place, and touched up her makeup around the edge of her wig and her breast forms.
Stockings came next and it was a struggle having to bend at the waist and raising knee almost to chest with the corset on to pull the stockings on. Rebecca encouraged but offered no physical assistance to Paula. Paula remembered to run the straps through her underwear to attach the stockings. A blue short sleeve silk scoop neck T, her padded panty girdle, a black half slip, a black Chiffon flared skirt that came to just above the knee, and a pair of black stiletto pumps with a three inch heels to complete the look. A trip to the jewelry box for a necklace with a cameo pendant, bangles, watch, and Paula was a sight to behold.
Rebecca dressed and had Paula select clothes for her mixing tops and skirts till Rebecca was pleased with her choices. Paula sense of what goes together and looks good was uncanny for a boy, let alone a thirteen year old boy. Both finally dressed they grabbed their purses; Rebecca tucked a disposable camera in her purse, and headed for the car. Rebecca left a note of where they were going, Mom had her do that whenever she went anywhere and Mom was not around. She told Paula the she would need to remember to do that also.
“Paul could just go somewhere and it’s not that Mom doesn’t care but as a girl it is important to let her know where we are in case something happens and she needs to find us. Girls have to be more careful Paula. Do you know what I mean?”
“I think so Rebecca girls are preyed upon more than guys, and come to think about it, I am more vulnerable than you since I am not a real girl. If I am discovered I would more likely be hurt than you.”
Rebecca frowned at that thought, she hadn’t really considered that point, but Paula was right. She would have to be careful for Paula’s sake.
“We are going back to the mall because that is where a lot of girls our age are, and shopping is a good way of teaching you more Paula.”
At the mall they did a lot of window shopping, trying on clothes mixing and matching them. Paula learned how to dress to look younger, older, casual, semi formal, formal, professional, more feminine, flirty, sporty, for exercise and how to dress and act her age or apparent age. Paula surprised Rebecca when she selected a very professional executive style three piece skirted suit to try on. Rebecca helped select a white blouse to go with it. The skirt struck Paula just below mid thigh and with the vest and jacket she could work in Mom’s law office and not look out of place, heck she would look like a young lawyer. It was hard to imagine that she was only thirteen. Rebecca remembered the camera and took several pictures of Paula dressed that way.
“What do you think Paula, do you like the look?”
“Yes I do it makes me look good and I don’t know adult, grown up, like Mom looks for work. I always liked how Mom looks dressed for work.”
“You got that right Auntie you definitely look good dressed and ready for work.”
A few more change of clothes and a few more pictures and the camera was full. So they dropped the camera off at a one hour photo shop, and headed to a bookstore. They went to a section on teen styles and beauty. They had selected a few books when they heard someone call “Rebecca”. They both turned to where the voice had come and saw the store manager Charlotte, who they both knew, approached.
“How are you Rebecca and who is this?”
“This is my Aunt Paula Douglass, Mom’s sister. Paula this is Charlotte Connors, she is the Manager here.”
“Hello Paula, how are you?”
“Fine and how are you Mam.”
“Call Me Charlotte I am doing well, thank you. The reason I came over Rebecca, one of my girls is going to be off for a while and I was wondering if you had a job for the summer?”
“Not at the moment, we are going on vacation for three weeks on July 3rd and I am keeping Paula company while Mom works.”
“I will hire her too; you both can work for me until you go on vacation, and when you get back. I am desperate and I know you I won’t worry about hiring you or Paula if she is like you or her Sister.”
“I would need to clear it with Mom first and see what she says.”
“Let’s go to my office and call will you please?”
I was feeling a bit trapped and Sis had a look of mild Panic on her face, but we followed Charlotte to her office. Rebecca called Mom’s office and told her what Charlotte had said, she handed the phone to Charlotte who talked to Mom.
“Really, and how old is she? That is no problem as long as we keep her hours shorter. It will be a good experience for her I think. Ok here she is.”
“Hello Laura.”
“She knows Paula. I trust her if you want to work there it is ok with me. She is a nice lady.”
“Yes I know Laura. Ok.”
“By the way, tell your niece, I have made doctors appointments, with Susan Ramsey, for the both of you tomorrow at 11am. Let me talk to Charlotte now. I love you Sis.”
I handed the phone back to Charlotte and told Rebecca about the appointments with Doctor Ramsey. Rebecca just giggled and blushed.
Charlotte finished talking with Mom, handed an application to Rebecca, asked her to fill it out and started filling out one for me.
She listed my name P. Daniels instead of Douglass and left the sex blank. She asked me to fill in the rest as best I could which I did and had me sign it P. Daniels.
“Paula, your secret is safe with me; I know you and nobody else here will see this application but me. Whenever you get back from your appointments tomorrow please come on in and we will get you both trained. I would like you to appear as you are if you know what I mean. To everyone else you will be Paula Douglass. I want to thank you and Rebecca for helping me out while Ellen has her baby. Don’t worry I will let both of you off for your vacation. For both of you no revealing clothes that means no plunging necklines a little cleavage is ok but not recommended and no shorts or jeans, skirts or skorts no shorter than mid thigh you may be climbing a ladder and slacks are acceptable. For shoes heels are discouraged, flats or trainers are acceptable, and if you chose flats you might also bring a pair of trainers. Paula since you are younger you might not want to dress in clothes that don’t wear good. Rebecca help her with her clothes. She will be working stocking and helping customer on the floor. She needs to look nice but could get a little dirty; she might also bring a spare set of clothes she can change into. Rebecca I will be training you at the register and counter. I want both of you looking good like you are now. I will pay you seven dollars an hour because I like you and because you are helping me out. Keep this to yourselves that is more than most of my employees are paid, but I think you will be worth it. Any questions?”
We shook our heads no and thanked Charlotte. We went back to the one hour photo and picked up the pictures, and headed to the food court.
We looked at the photos of me as while we ate, and talked about our upcoming job, and what other clothes I might need.
“I think you will enjoy working there Paula it will beat sitting at home or lazing around.”
“Yeah I think it will be kinda kewl working there Rebecca. I will be able to buy some things I want also. I won’t have to rely on Mom for money.”
“I think you could use a couple of denim or tweed skirts and a couple of ladies slacks, and maybe a blouse or two. You are almost set up.”
“What now niece of mine?”
“I don’t know Auntie Paula shall we go home and fix Mom a nice dinner.”
“Let’s do that dear. Sis deserves a break. She works so hard.”
They both broke out giggling as they headed to Rebecca’s car.
At home Paula asked if she could make dinner. Rebecca just gave tips and Paula did all the work. It was a chicken teriyaki stir-fry one of Paul’s favorites, with chow main noodles. Rebecca set about making a desert while Paula worked; she seemed to be doing fairly well for a first effort so she let her just concentrate on what she was doing. A chocolate mousse sounded good.
Paula watched her Sis start on the desert as she brought all the ingredients together and she finished up her stir-fry and set it in the oven to keep it warm. Then set about making a pitcher of iced tea, and setting the table. Rebecca spooned the mousse into crystal champagne glasses which she placed in the fridge.
Mom arrived home and after dropping off her things came to the dinner table. “My, you have been industrious,” as she hugged her two girls.
The girls served dinner and tea and told their Mom what they had been up to all day. They told her how they had come to be in the bookstore and how Charlotte had offered them jobs. Rebecca told Mom the jobs would entail and the clothing requirements, noting her assessment of Paula’s needs. Mom agreed and stated that they would pick up a few more things after dinner.
Mom was impressed with the meal saying, “dinner was good who do I thank for the meal.” Rebecca told her Paula cooked the meal but there is desert yet to come and she brought out her chocolate mousse. The dessert was relished by all and Mom gave her two girls big hugs.
Rebecca handed Mom the photos she had taken. She shuffled through the pictures, until she came across the suit. Her breath caught as she looked at Paula in a business suit.
“If you came to my office looking like that and had any skills at all Paula you would have no trouble getting a position. You even look old enough Sis.”
“Thanks Laura, I saw that outfit and just had to try it on. Rebecca helped me find a blouse for it.”
“When you get old enough Sis to dress like that we will see what we can do dear. Tomorrow we all have appointments with Dr. Susan Ramsey. She is an OB/GYN doctor do you know what that is Paula?”
“That is a doctor who treats females’ right?”
“Yes she handles problems associated to female reproductive system and pregnancies. She also handles some problems that deal with the endocrine system, although there are other doctors that specialize in that field. Do you know what that field is?”
“The endocrine system deals with the glands that produce hormones and helps maintain balance. They control the way the body grows, develops, and operates.”
“Very good. The endocrine system also produces hormones that cause the secondary sexual characteristics that differentiate boys and girls beginning at puberty. Rebecca and I look the way we do because at puberty our bodies started producing more estrogens and other female hormones than male hormones. We developed breasts, our skin softened, our waists narrowed and we started accumulating fat in our hips and thighs, started producing eggs, having our monthly periods and we started looking like girls. We all produce some of each. You have yet to go through puberty Paula or it may be just beginning. Your body will begin to produce larger and larger amounts of male hormones and your body will begin to bulk out, your voice will drop, you will start growing facial hair, and to produce sperm. Do you follow me so far Paula?”
“Yes mam, we covered some of that in human biology, It is what makes us what we are.”
“Well that is good. Now the reasons for our visits. Rebecca and I being girls we have to visit our doctors to be sure our female reproductive systems are healthy. Women have many more problems with their bodies than men do usually. So we go to OB/GYN doctors. Your visit has another purpose I want to make sure you understand what I am trying to say and can make an informed decision; I don’t want to force anything on you Paula. If it is your decision to grow up as a girl then this doctor can give you female hormones that will keep you from developing as a male. She has informed me that she can delay male puberty in you for a short while without any harm to you, and with very few changes to your body. Nothing she does tomorrow will be permanent unless you want them to be. You will feel some changes but nothing major, and those changes will not be overly visible to others. Do you follow me so far?”
“Yes I do Mom. I won’t start looking like a girl but I won’t start to look like a boy either. There might be some things that happen but nothing major.”
“Very good. Now for the big question. Do you want to go see this doctor? I want it to be clear to you. We have had our fun with Paula, I have enjoyed you being her, but in the long term it is your life. If you choose it, it will not be an easy life. You might be harassed and hurt; people might make fun of you, and treat you poorly if they found out. Paula think it over is this the kind of life you want to live? You won’t have to make this decision today or tomorrow this visit will give you some time to decide before you start changing. Do you understand?”
“Yes I do Mom. I want to do this at least for now. I believe I want to live like this and I understand the risks. If you and Rebecca will help me I would like to see if I can do it.”
“Ok then Paula, the doctor will want to talk to you and find out if this is truly what you want. Be as honest and frank with her as you can, don’t be pressured by what Rebecca and I want or think you should do, this is your life.”
We had a group hug that went on and on. It felt so right and so good. Now let’s see about getting you ready for work. Rebecca and Mom went over what we both needed. The phone rang and I answered it. It was Sandy. She called to see what we were up to, so I told her that Rebecca and I had a job now and were going to get the clothes we need. She asked if she could come along too, so I said why not, we would be by in twenty minutes. I then told Mom and Rebecca and they agreed we needed to talk to her. So I sat next to Mom in the front seat when we got in our car. We picked up Sandy and headed to the mall.
“Sandy I told Laura and Rebecca what you told me and we would like to know what you intend to do or say?”
“Paula I like you, I will never hurt you in any way. I like you and Rebecca and I know it would hurt you if it ever got out, and I will work to help see that it never does. I want to be your friend, Paula.”
“What gave me away to you Sandy?”
“Nothing much Paula, your sudden appearance and Paul’s departure, all the new clothes, a few mannerism’s nothing major and while we slept next to each other my hand kinda drifted to your crotch by accident and found your ahh, I ahh didn’t find any ahh girl parts down there. You know what I mean I want to apologize for that, you were so sexy and I was so horny, and I let my feelings overwhelm my sense of decency.”
“Oh I know what you mean. It’s ok, I just needed to know. I plan to stay this way for most of the summer and had to know what gave me away. I forgive you for, how should I say, groping me.”
Sandy looked kind of sheepish as Paula made that pronouncement. “It felt good sleeping next to you to Paula. I know I made you feel uncomfortable at times and I promise not to do it in the future. Paula you really make a nice girl.”
“Thank you Sandy. Rebecca and I have landed summer jobs at the bookstore at the mall and we need a few extra clothes. That is why we are shopping tonight.
Our conversation continued untill we got to the mall. It was a small relief that I had done well, but the fact that she had realized who I was still worried me. I resolved to be less transparent and more convincing in the future. We picked up the extra clothes we decided that we needed to work in and messed around at the mall.
Mom saw a wig shop and we stopped there and she talked with the owner she lead us over to a booth, and examined my hair, and left us. She returned with a wig the same color and length that I wore but the tresses were all in curls. The wig I wore was elegant this one was gorgeous. She helped me remove the wig I wore and put a wig cap over my hair and slipped the new wig on. The results were dramatic I saw how this style changed my appearance and was more flirty and had more bounce. It was not the same quality as the other one and I still liked the other but this one gave me a different look. She returned the other wig to my head and boxed it. She told me how to take care of both wigs and sold us some supplies for them. She told me when my hair got longer, falls and extensions maybe a better option for everyday wear.
We then returned home. Sandy helped us get the things into our room and to hang them. We talked for a while and then Sandy said she needed to go home. She hugged and gave us each a quick kiss. Rebecca gave her a lift home. I took my wig off and removed my makeup I now had two wig pedestals on my sister’s dresser. I got Mom to loosen my corset and I put on my nightie.
“Mom my old room is the biggest room, Rebecca’s is the smallest, and your room is in between why?”
“When your father was here your room was ours, it was the master bedroom. When he died I moved into the next bigger room so that your sister and I would share bathrooms to make it easier on you to have your own and not have to wait on your sister or me to get out of the bathroom and prevent you each from accidentally entering on each other. Also, the memories in that room make me feel uncomfortable. I would not want to move back into there, now.”
“Well then while Paul is away we could switch bedrooms, and let Rebecca take my old room and move Paul’s things to her old room. I am not sure Paul will be back anytime soon I think he likes living at his Grandma’s and I like living with my big Sister.”
Paula hugged Laura and started tickling her, which started a tickle war. Rebecca found them wrestling in the living room.
“Children you know your not allowed to rough house in the living room now cut that out,” Rebecca said stomping her foot for emphasis.
We both stopped and looked at Rebecca evilly and both moved toward her. Rebecca realized her plight, squealed and tried to escape. She did not get far when Laura and Paula caught her and started tickling her until she gave up and several seconds more tickling, for good measure.
“That was fun,” Laura said.
Rebecca finally caught her breath back and said, “You two are feeling pretty frisky tonight. That was fun.”
“Next weekend Rebecca we are going to clear out Paul’s room and repaint it and move you and Paula into it the bed is bigger and you will have more room for your things. Then we will move Paul’s things into your old room or into storage and make a quest room. What do you think Rebecca?”
“Paula, are you sure you want to move.”
“Sure it is a no brainer, if you will keep me as a roommate. If I go back to being Paul you will just hafta survive in a bigger room and Mom will hafta share a bathroom with me.”
“Mom?”
“Have you and your Aunt been good girls?”
“Yes we have. It has been so nice sleeping next to her, I can’t explain it.”
“Yes Laura, we have been good. I have enjoyed sleeping next to Rebecca.”
“As long as you’re both good, and you don’t start getting on each others nerves I have no problem with it. We can look at paint and decide how feminine you two want your room. You both have to agree on it, at least for now.”
“Mom, are you going into work tomorrow.”
“Yes I am. Can you meet me at Doctor Ramsey’s at about 10:45 in the morning?”
“Sure thing Mom.”
With that we broke up and went to our bedroom, I brushed Rebecca’s hair. I enjoyed that, her hair was so soft and silky I loved running my fingers through it. We hugged and went to bed.
I awoke first about 5:45 in the morning and took care of my business. I put the stocking cap on and chose the new wig. I did my makeup to look older, more adult. I then took my corset off and got a clean bra and panty set and pantyhose, a white cotton blouse and my new black slacks and flats.
I headed on downstairs and started breakfast for Mom and myself and omelets and coffee. I got eggs, milk, cheese, ham, bell peppers, onions, all set on the counter. I heated a skillet while I chopped the veggies and meat and started the coffee. I cracked some eggs into a bowl, added a little milk, mixed it with a whisk, some fresh cracked pepper and then into the skillet. I added my ingredients and folded the omelet. I made it large enough for both of us. After flipping it over again, I heard someone behind me I looked and both Mom and Rebecca were there watching.
“Are you sure she is not your sister Mom. Paul never made breakfast for us.”
“I am not sure dear but I like what I smell as long as she doesn’t burn it.”
I snapped back, put the omelet on a plate and divided it into three parts Rebecca started the toast and Mom set the table. We sat at the table and passed the food around.
“This is good honey. You can cook my breakfast anytime.”
“It is obscene for her to look so good so early in the morning Mom. It’s only 6:45, she is dressed, made up and fixing breakfast. It just aint normal for a teenager.”
“I never claimed to be “normal” Rebecca. I just woke up and decided to get ready. You both were sleeping so good I was going to wake you when I got it finished.”
“No problem Aunt Paula, this is good, thank you for fixing it.”
Mom kissed us and then went upstairs to finish getting ready for work. Rebecca and I cleaned up the kitchen and had another cup of coffee. I was nervous about today so much about my life was going to change and I wondered what tomorrow was going to bring.
Mom came down, waved to us as she left and headed out the door.
Rebecca took my hand and led me back to our room. She shampooed and conditioned her hair and turned her hot rollers on. She sat if front of her vanity and combed out her hair and proceeded to show me how she rolls up her hair. She did a few and then had me start doing them. In about forty minutes I had her hair all rolled up.
“This is just for a short time style that will wash out. My hair will somewhat be like your wig. Once the hair is all dried we will do a comb out and we will see what we get.”
She took this time to get dressed for our appointment and for work. I set aside some clothes to take with us in a tote along with my trainers, sis did the same and I took them down to her car. When I got back upstairs, Rebecca had me take the rollers out then she styled it showing me what she was doing. She finally set her style with hair spray. I could see the difference in our styles but hers looked good.
“I hope my hair looks half as good as yours Rebecca when it gets that long in what two or three years. Gosh I like it.”
“Are you assuming that you will be here in two or three years Sis?”
“I am almost sure of it Sis, but you will be away at college in two years. I just realized how much I am going to miss you.”
“Well we will have two years and maybe more together first but whatever happens you will still have me in your heart.”
“I know Rebecca. Let’s get ready to go. It is almost time.”
We left home and drove to Dr. Ramsey’s office. We waited in the waiting room for about 10 minutes when Mom showed up. She signed us in and filled out some paperwork.
Soon we were called to go back to the nurse’s station, where we were weighed, temperature taken, and blood pressure taken, before being placed in separate rooms. I was instructed to undress completely and put on a gown. Dang gown was open in back and drafty. I sat on the exam table and waited. It seemed like forever and a day before two women entered. One was the nurse I had seen earlier and the other looked like a doctor.
“Hello I am Doctor Susan Ramsey please call me Susan, and you are Paula Daniels right.”
“Yes Mam. I am.”
“Ok have you ever had an OB/GYN exam, before?”
“No Mam. Did Mom tell you what I am here for?”
“Yes we had a chat. I know about you, it is a standard question for a new patient.”
“So tell me Paula, why are you here?”
“It is hard to say. I am not sure. No that is not true I think I want to become a girl.”
“Tell me about it Paula. Why do you want to become a girl?”
So I ran down my story to her. I tried to leave nothing out. The ladies listened closely to what I had to say. Susan made notes as I talked. I don’t know why but I ran on and on as I bared myself to them. Susan would stop me occasionally to clarify a point or two but just let me for the most point talk.
“Is anybody forcing you to do this?”
“No, I’m not being forced to do any of this, in fact Mom and Rebecca and I have had several talks and they have told me that it was all up to me.”
“You do know this road won’t be easy. People have a tendency to hate people who change genders don’t you?”
“Yes, we have talked about that too. You don’t think I should do this do you?”
“First it is not important what I think or what your Mom and Sister thinks about this. It is what you think that is important. What does matter is, what is it going to take to make you, what you should be. I will tell you this Paula, I like you. I think it took a lot of courage to do what you have done. No matter what happens; whether you are Paul or Paula I want you to know that I will always be a friend for you. I take very good care of my patients; they all are a part of my family.”
Paula reached out and hugged Susan. “Thank you, that means so much to me.”
“Well it seems that you have given it a lot of consideration. Let’s have a look at you.”
She looked at my eyes, ears, up my nose, in my mouth, felt about my throat. She had me lower my gown and asked the nurse to get something which she used to remove my breast forms. She checked my chest and armpits. She checked me with her stethoscope and had me breath and cough. I was told to lie back on the table and she felt my abdomen. She instructed me to pull my gown back on and had me stand and raise the hem of the gown. Her now gloved hands were at my groin she probed the area and had me turn my head and cough; she moved her hands and repeated the process. She had me lay on my side knees to my chest as she smoothed a lotion on her gloved hand and told me what was coming. Cold shivers went down my back even before she touched me, and checked my prostate. She then pulled out some things from the end of the table and told me to put my feet in these things, she called them stirrups and had me scoot my butt as far forward as I could. Where I was felt and prodded some more. Not my most dignified exam to say the least but I bore it without complaint.
The doctor finished and the nurse took over. She led me to a room and several x-rays were taken of my chest. Back in the exam room I had blood taken in several vials, given several cups and told what went in each and shown a restroom attached to the exam room, and told to call the her when I finished. It took a while to gather the required samples. I called the nurse and she showed up and took the samples, and returned. She asked me to drop the front of my gown and took my breast forms and spread some thing on the flat side. She then placed it on my chest. She told me to hold it there while she did the same to the other. After a few minutes she told me to get dressed.
Dressed I stepped out and was led to the Susan’s office; Mom and sis were already there.
“Good Paula, have a seat please,” Susan said. “You’re in good condition, I don’t want you losing any weight though trying to look feminine, you are already small for your age/height/sex. I enjoyed our chat, I want to assure you that I have not told your Mom and Sister what we talked about I will leave that to you. Laura, may Paula have lunch with me we should be back by 2:00 pm?”
Mom said, “I don’t have any problems with that, Rebecca will pick her up then.”
Mom and Sis then hugged me and left. Susan made a phone call and then told me to wait here and we would leave in about fifteen minutes. Alone in the office I checked my makeup and touched it up. Susan came back and then we left for lunch.
She drove to a nice restaurant, we were seated, handed menus and our drink orders were taken. She ordered two teas, and I found out why as another lady showed up and was seated.
“Paula this is a friend of mine Carol, Carol this is Paula she is the daughter of an old friend of mine.”
We exchanged pleasantries and looked at the menus, I knew I only had fifteen dollars and it was a little pricey so I selected what I could afford. After our orders were taken we just had a friendly chat. I listened and joined in on things I knew I could talk about. I just followed their lead. Our food arrived and we ate and talked some more I was having fun and began to really enjoy being with them. They were really nice and I felt at ease.
“Carol, guess how old Paula is?”
She sat back, looked at me and said, “Sixteen or seventeen I would guess, but I think there is more here than just a teenage girl.”
“Yes. Oh I see a colleague of mine excuse me for a few minutes girls.”
“Paula, I guess I know why I was invited to lunch, I am Dr. Carol Parker. Please just call me Carol. I am a psychologist and I deal with people with gender issues. Do you understand what that means?”
“You deal with people who are not happy with their gender?” it was more a question than a statement.
“Yes that is a one way of putting it. Some people feel they were born in the wrong bodies and I help them decide if that is really the case. You were not born a girl were you?”
“No I wasn’t,” I said, worried that it was obvious to everyone that I was pretending to be a girl.
Seeing my look of concern she said, “don’t worry you are carrying yourself quite nicely, I would never have known if I hadn’t sat down and had observed you for a while. Also Susan and I have done this before. How old are you Paula?”
“Thirteen I will be fourteen in August.”
“I am impressed; you seem quite mature for your age. Would you like to tell me your story?”
I told her everything I had told to Susan earlier. She was very attentive while I recounted my story.
“How do you feel about being a girl?”
“I have really enjoyed it Carol, I know it won’t all be a bed of roses but I feel better about myself than I have in a while. I don’t mean that I have been down or anything, I didn’t feel bad about my self but now I feel so right. I don’t understand it. It just felt like I was supposed to be this way when my Sister first dressed me up. I know this probably sounds crazy.”
“Not at all, Paula. You’re not like all my patients but you are not unusual either. Gender dysphoria that is what we call the condition where people are confused about the gender they were born as and what they feel that should be and it has many faces. No two are alike but all are similar in many ways. If you like me, we will have many more talks. I like to help people become whole and I have enjoyed being with you. Now for a big question. If I could wave a wand and make you a girl right now, but warning you that it would be for forever, would you want that?”
“Honestly I am not sure, I am not going to say that tomorrow I won’t wake up and want to be Paul again. I don’t think I want to go back to being Paul, right now I love being Paula.”
“I love it when people are honest with me, it makes my job easier and I believe you Paula. It is also good to find out about gender issues at an early age it makes any results we can obtain better. I recommend that you continue doing what you are doing now and exploring yourself. I would like to see you in two weeks if that is ok. It won’t always be so nice between us I will ask some hard questions, you might get mad at me and I am going to press all your buttons if I can, because that is my job. I won’t let you become a girl unless I think that it is what you need to become whole and it is what your really want. You have got to convince me and I am not easy to convince. I like you and I think we shall get along fine. Let’s go fix our faces dear.”
So we went to the ladies room. I took care of my business and repaired my makeup. I was not aware that she was observing me even now. Susan was at the table and was signing the receipt as we returned. Carol reached into her purse, gave me her card, told me to call her and gave me a hug. I took out some money to pay for my meal and Susan refused it, so I just left it on the table. I saw our waitress and thanked her. She had a confused look on her face but then smiled warmly.
Susan drove us back to her office and told me to come back to her office in two days. Rebecca was waiting for me by her car; we hugged and headed to the mall. Before heading to the bookstore we stopped in a Radio Shack and Rebecca was handed two cell phones and all the stuff that went with them.
“Mom wants us wired for sound now. She told me to tell you to carry it with you all the time and to make sure it is always charged.”
I took my phone and put it in my purse. I would have to look at it later. With that taken care of we headed to the bookstore. Charlotte saw us, smiled and waved at us. She showed us where we could put our stuff, gave us our nametags and started training us.
To be continued.
The Slap Ch. 3
by Paula Dillon
Rebecca and I worked hard. Charlotte worked with Rebecca and taught her to work the register, do credit card receipts, and look up books on the store computer. Dana, another employee, taught me the computer, shipping and receiving, stocking the shelves, plus taking care of the other odds and ends so the others could get their jobs done. Charlotte told us she wanted at least two of us out front at all times so we could look out for each other. We had our schedules we would be working six hours a day from three until nine each day Tuesday to Saturday. I called Mom and told her we were on our way home. Mall security escorted us to our car the guard told us where to park in the future for safety reasons.
When we got home, Mom had dinner ready for us. We had been so busy I had forgotten about eating. Mom wanted to know how it went at work so we talked while we ate. At eleven, we all went to bed. We set our phones in their charger. Rebecca wanted me to put on my corset before bed she didn’t lace it as tightly as before. She put hers on too and I tightened it till she told me to stop. We took off our makeup and after I'd brushed out Rebecca's hair we collapsed into bed.
I woke about eight the next morning, stripped and headed to the bathroom.I was sore from work, but felt good so I decided to take a hot bath. I found some bath salts and added it to the tub. I made it as hot as I could stand. I soaked for twenty minutes before I washed my hair. I shaved my legs, my underarms, and then let the water out as I dried off. I was moisturizing my skin when I heard Rebecca, so I started a tub for her. We passed each other at the door.
“Your bath is ready just jump on in. I am going to fix breakfast it will be ready in thirty minutes. I just put on my panties, my robe and headed downstairs. The coffee pot was still hot and there was plenty of coffee in it. I poured me a cup and started making breakfast. Rebecca joined me as I was just getting it to the table. We ate quietly for a change. She had been tired too from yesterday.
Finally, we started to perk up and began chatting. We started a load of laundry and set about to do some cleaning around the house. We hand washed our corsets and hung them to dry. Rebecca started the dryer as I stripped all the beds and started washing the linen. I started vacuuming the house and Sis started dusting. We folded and hung the dry clothes and started the linens in the dryer.
By noon, we had the house ship shape. I felt yucky and showered before dressing. I chose a sea green cotton blouse and gray tweed skirt that was knee length, off black pantyhose and my black penny loafers. After Rebecca showered, she had me choose her clothes again. We went through about half her clothes before she took her clothes from me. I understood she was teaching me how to choose clothes from a wardrobe. I brushed out her hair and she had me do her makeup several times before she was satisfied. I pulled on my stocking cap on, my curly wig and then did my makeup. We got our phones and purses and headed to the mall.
We shopped the mall till a quarter of four. We looked at more clothing, shoes, and accessories. Rebecca and I discussed the ins and outs of fashion, fabrics, colors, and such. We looked at good clothing and cheap knock offs. There is very little difference at times, from a fifty-dollar blouse and a twenty-dollar blouse, if you know what you’re looking for. She taught me how to buy good clothes that are not expensive, and that other things are on sale for a reason, because they belong there and not in our closets.
We checked in at the bookstore and got right to work. I found several shipments to go over and invoices. Rebecca got her till setup and going at the register. The store was hopping with customers and I found myself out front helping. It was ten before we were able to leave. I had called Mom and told her we were going to be late.
We got home and Mom thanked us for cleaning the house. She had dinner ready for us and we sat and talked about our day. I reminded them that I had to drop by Dr. Ramsey’s office tomorrow. We cleaned up the kitchen and headed to bed. We showered; I brushed out Rebecca’s hair, put on our corsets and got into bed.
I woke and heard Mom getting ready, so I grabbed a robe and headed to the downstairs bathroom. I then went to the kitchen and started toast, coffee and eggs for Mom. I had her plate done by the time she reached the kitchen. She took the plate, a cup of coffee, and sat down to eat.
“Thank you dear, you have changed a lot in the past week you know that. You are more responsible now and seem more mature. I like that, but how are you doing?”
“I am fine Laura, I like working and helping out. Rebecca has been a big help, she is teaching me so much. She is changing too.”
“Yes, but not as much as you. Watching you is like watching a diamond in the rough being polished. How is it going, being a girl?”
“I had not noticed much, I have been pretty busy doing things. Between Dr.’s visits and work things almost seem normal, just a different normal. I guess that is good.”
“It seeming normal means that you are acclimating to the role and that is good. You feel comfortable doing it. I love you dear. I need to head off.”
She hugged me and kissed my cheek before heading out the door. I headed to my room. I look at the room I share with my sister as our room now, like I belong there too. I got some clean panties and my panty girdle on. I tightened my corset as tight as I could get it and finished dressing in a blouse and skirt. I put my straight haired wig on and did my makeup. I was beginning to get good at makeup, not as good as Sis yet, but I was doing much better.
I woke Sis at about eight; she looked up at me, smiled, and gave me a big kiss on the lips. She got up giggling and dashed into the bathroom. I looked at myself in a mirror and saw I needed to repair my makeup. I thought she had done that on purpose, as I fixed my face. I went to her closet, set out some clothes for her, and got her some undies. She kept her corset on and I tightened it. She raised my blouse and checked mine.
“You can’t tighten yours anymore you have it tightened all the way.”
“It doesn’t feel all that tight are you sure?”
“It is tight as it is going to get Paula; you don’t need any more taken off your waist anyway. You have a nice waist now. If you will wear it about half the time, everyday, you can keep it that way.”
I straightened up my blouse and helped Rebecca dress. I think she likes being assisted and I know I liked helping. I brushed out her hair and she did her own makeup. We had cereal, toast, OJ, and coffee.
At ten, we got our phones and purses before heading to Dr. Ramsey’s office. We were there for ten minutes before we were called back. Temperature, blood pressure, and weights were recorded before we were placed in same room. Susan and her nurse came in a few minutes later.
“It’s good to see you back again, how have you two been.”
We both said we have been doing well.
She checked her charts, and said, “Everything looks very good for both of you. Paula you testosterone levels are still pre-pubescent meaning that you have not gone through puberty yet, but it looks like you might be just beginning. If you still want to do this we can safely delay it for two, maybe three, months. We will call August 8th decision day. I will start you on low levels of estrogen, which should do the job. The only changes you may see will be most likely emotional changes as your level of estrogen rises. So what do you think?”
“Let’s do it Susan; this is what I want to do.”
The nurse began loading a syringe with something. She told me turn around raise my skirt, lower my undies, bend over, and smile. I felt a cold alcohol prep pad wipe me and the prick of a needle. I sure didn’t feel like smiling, it felt like I had been stuck by a sixteen penny nail.
The nurse handed me and Sis prescriptions and said, “Watch your weight Paula. The doctor said she doesn’t want you losing weight. You are a pound lighter than Tuesday. I see you’re wearing a corset you’ll have to eat small meals more often. Paula, take one pill everyday, and set an appointment to return in July.”
I set an appointment for July after our vacation. We went to our pharmacy and had our prescriptions filled. I got a bottle with a three month supply of an estrogen and Rebecca got a whole bunch of pill packs.
We had lunch it was small but Rebecca made sure I had a desert cheesecake. I had a hard time finishing it but I did. Then we went to a home improvement store and picked out some sample paint chips. She gave a salesman the room measurements and he gave her the approximate amount of paint needed. Rebecca seemed to know just how she wanted our new room to look. She chose white for the ceiling, powder blue for the walls, dark blue edging, a bubblegum pink for window and door trim, and the bathroom in a mint green.
We headed to the mall and looked in house wares for linen and accessories. Rebecca attacked this project as she would a fifty percent off sale. She left me to make notes of what, where and how much, asking often about my opinion. We had our list and would show Mom tonight.
We stopped at the food court and we had a light bite there before headed to the bookstore. I was getting comfortable working here and I had already known where most sections were located so the work was easy for me. The time flew by. We were not released till the mall closed again at ten. I informed Mom that we would not be home till after ten again. She seemed to appreciate hearing from us.
When we got home, we ate and Sis told her about my doctor’s visit, the paint, and such. She went over what it would take the colors, the linen, and accessories. Mom put some of the accessories on hold, but took the paint chips and the linen recommendations and said she would pick up what we needed.
Friday, Rebecca and I prepared my old room for painting and moved out my old stuff so we can paint on Saturday. At noon, we got dressed and headed to the mall to pick up our portraits. I was impressed with the pictures. The first few of me I looked a little uncomfortable but the last eight shots were excellent. The shots of Rebecca and me were the best. We got a locket with one of Rebecca and me on opposite sides of the locket. Mom will really love this gift.
We headed into the bookstore and showed Charlotte the pictures. She loved the shots and we had to give her three of our pictures. We jumped right in working.
I was stocking shelves when I heard my name called.
“Paula, how are you?”
I turned and saw Kylie. I smiled at her and approached her. My pulse quickened and I had butterflies in my stomach, but I smiled and said, “How are you Kylie? I am sorry, I've been meaning to come by and say hi but then I got this job and never made it.”
“I am doing well; I know how it is with work. How are your nails doing?”
I held my hands out to her and said, “They are doing good, I really like them. They are my first pair. Can I help you in anyway?”
“I was just going to check out the magazines before I go to work myself.”
“I will be by next week for fills probably. It is good seeing you again dear.”
“Ok, see you then Paula.”
With that she gave me a quick hug, waved bye and headed towards her shop. I watched her leave and kept looking after her. Gosh, she made me feel strange. I like her a lot, and she is sure pretty.
I nearly jumped out of my skirt when I heard Charlotte call my name from just behind.
“Yes Mam, sorry I was distracted.”
“That’s ok Paula, I just wanted to see if things were ok,” she leaned close to me and whispered, “She is a nice girl and I don’t mind you talking as long as you get your job done, don’t take too long and you don’t ignore other customers.”
I returned to my stocking. I looked over to Rebecca; she was grinning at me and gave me a wink.
Rebecca and I took a short break so we could get a bite to eat.
“Paula, so tell me what did she say to you?”
“She just said hi, and asked how I was doing. She had to get on to work too.”
“I like her Paula; I think she could be good for you.”
“Yeah but just wait till she finds out about me.”
“You may be surprised, you never know about people.”
We ate and got back to work.
Saturday Mom woke us up early. We ate Breakfast and hit the bedroom. We covered everything with old sheets even the carpet, and then started painting. Mom did the ceilings and the borders as Rebecca and I started on the walls. The ceiling was white and the walls were a powder blue. Together we got the job done in two and a half hours. Mom then took out a pink paint and some sponges. She showed us how to dip the sponges in the paint then lightly press them on the wall. I thought it was a little strange but after we got going, I liked the effect it had. This became fun and it did not take long before we had all the walls done. Mom then did the wood trim and doors, while Rebecca and I did the bathroom. By eleven every thing was done, and we were cleaning up.
Rebecca hit the showers to clean up first; she had lots of white, blue, pink and green dots all over her. She came out and I checked her hair to make sure there wasn’t any paint there, her hair did not come off like mine did. Then I rolled her hair in her hot rollers, I wanted her to have curly hair today for work.
I then hit the showers I had seen that I had not escaped the paint monster myself, but at least I had not worn my wigs, Mom would have killed me If I had got paint in them. I checked my breasts they still hung well. It felt good to be clean. It’s funny, before I wasn’t particularly dirty as a boy but since I started dressing I became more aware of my own appearance. My sister changed too, she never really dressed in a slouchy manner, but since I started dressing this way, she has made an effort to look especially nice. I like the way she has improved.
Dressed in my satin robe and panty I left the bathroom. Sandy was there in Rebecca’s room she came over and hugged me.
“Hi Paula, how are you?” Sandy asked.
“Great Sandy; have you seen the paint job we have done yet?”
“No I haven’t.”
We took Sandy into my old room and showed her what we had done that morning. She was ecstatic over the makeover. I don’t think she had ever been in my room before the makeover but she liked what we did to the room.
“I like what you have done with the pink paint, how did you do that?”
Rebecca told her, “We took sponges and then dipped them in the pink paint and patted them all over the walls.”
“It really adds texture to the walls and makes them look great doesn’t it Sandy?” I added.
“Yes it does.”
We headed back to Rebecca’s room. Rebecca insisted that I get my hair brushed out to. Sandy volunteered to do it. I could get use to this pampering too. Rebecca then handed Sandy my stocking cap and showed her how to put my curly wig on and use the adhesive. Sandy then did my makeup, all they way down to tops of my breast forms. Rebecca showed her how to feather the makeup to conceal the edges of the forms.
When I looked in the mirror all I could say was wow. It was amazing how many different looks can be created with makeup. Sandy had used different colors than Mom, Rebecca, or I had used and I liked her choices. I asked her some questions about what she had done and learned some more.
As I sat admiring myself Sandy was laying out clothes for me. Rebecca had to correct Sandy on a couple of things she had chosen because of what Charlotte required for us. Sandy wanted me to wear a blouse with a deep V neckline and a tight skirt. Thank goodness Rebecca made her change those. I took my bra and started to head to the bathroom, but was stopped by Sandy.
“Where are you going, we are all girls here.”
I looked to Rebecca and she just nodded to me, so I took off my robe. Sandy looked me over.
“They look real enough don’t they?”
“Mom bought them for me when I was a little slow to develop. I then put them on Paula.”
I finished dressing with a white cotton blouse, my gray tweed skirt, off black panty hose and my black flats. Not too sexy but very pretty I thought.
Sandy had taken out Rebecca’s rollers and combed out her hair, while I had dressed. I like to see her hair curly she looked nice that way.
Mom had lunch ready for us when we came down stairs. She looked me over and smiled.
“Very nice, who did the makeup?”
“I did, Mrs. Daniels.” Sandy volunteered.
“Well I think you did a very nice job, and call me Laura, Sandy.” Mom then gave Sandy a motherly hug.
Lunch was good; conversation actually made the meal better. I was learning how to interact with other people. Guys hardly interacted together at all, at least not on this kind of level.
While we were talking, Rebecca slipped out, got our pictures and brought them to the table. She asked Mom to close her eyes and open her hands. She then placed the locket in her hands. She stepped back and asked Mom to open her eyes. Mom looked at the locket and her jaw dropped. She opened the locket and looked at the pictures of Rebecca and myself.
“These are gorgeous dear, thank you both. I just love it.” She grabbed us both in a bear hug; tears were falling from her eyes. She regained her composure and looked at the rest of the pictures. She and Sandy fawned over them. Mom saw the pictures that were already cut out and Rebecca explained that Charlotte wanted some and so we cut them out for her.
“I like working for Charlotte, she is a nice lady Mom.” I told her.
“Yes she is. I knew her at college; we were in the same sorority, dear.”
“Is that how you know Susan too, Mom?”
Mom looked at me and blushed, “Yes dear, how did you work that out?”
“Just a wild guess, Mom. Also Dr. Ramsey has all her wallpaper up, you two seemed awfully chummy. I like her too.”
“She is a good doctor and when you see her, you can be assured that you are her most important concern. She doesn’t run to me for instruction or tell me what went on. She has integrity when dealing with her patients.”
I hugged Mom and we continued going through the pictures. She selected her favorite three, eight by tens and said she was going to get some nice frames and hang them along with one of her son.
“We need a new picture of you also Mom to make the display complete don’t you think Rebecca?”
“Yes one of Mom and one of all of us together also.”
I had a wild idea at the time. I needed to talk to the photographer.
I checked my watch and suggested that we head off to work. Rebecca complained that it was still a little early but I convinced her to go. Sandy said goodbye and gave us all hugs.
“What gives Paula, why are we headed to work an hour early?”
“Trust me Sis. I think you’ll like it when you find out. Just let me do what I want to do first, I want it a surprise to you also. Ok?”
“Ok Auntie, I will trust you.”
“Thank you.”
“We got to the mall and Sis went off in another direction. I headed to the Photographer’s studio, sat down and had a talk with her. We talked for about thirty minutes. I called Mom and told her I had an appointment for the three of us for Sunday at two for portraits. I called Sandy and asked if she could drive me to the Mall early Monday and help me with something. I asked her not to say anything. Then I met Rebecca at work.
Sunday Mom started early getting us ready for our portrait. She insisted that Rebecca roll her hair and put on her formal. She took me into her room and had me try on several of her formal gowns until she was satisfied with one. I had to put on my corset but it wasn’t overly tight. Mom realized that she would need hers to get into the dress she wanted to wear. Mom did the makeup for all three of us. I had to wear four-inch heels and then hold up the hem of my skirt, taking very short steps as I walked to keep from killing myself. The dress was a little long for my height. The three of us were ready for the ball with the Handsome Prince. We took clothes and garment bags so we could change out of them there.
Rebecca had on a bridesmaid dress she had worn, and I had on one Mom had worn as a bridesmaid. Mine is long, and made of pink satin with short puffy sleeves. It has a princess collar, and long pink satin gloves that go past the elbow. I also wore the appropriate jewelry. Rebecca’s gown, also long, made of ice blue colored satin. It has long sleeves that came off the shoulders. She wore her corset as well. Mom had on a gown she had worn for a college sorority ball. Made of pastel yellow colored satin, had a daring V-neckline, with lace covering the bodice portion. She also wore gloves. Under our gowns, we all wore puffy crinolines that added volume to our gowns and made maneuvering around each other hard.
Sandy showed up and went with us to the studio. She assisted us in getting into our car and drove us to the mall. She seemed just as excited about this as we were.
Sandy dropped us off near the entrance of the mall for which I was grateful and parked the car. She joined us shortly and we headed to the studio.
It was a lot more fun this time, I wasn’t as nervous. The female photographer posed us and took quite a few different poses. Mom commented that some of the poses seemed a little unbalanced but the lady just shushed her. When the photographer was satisfied, we changed.
The trunk of the car was full after we got everything we had worn in there. Mom was careful not to catch anything in the lid. We then hit the mall. It was great. I grew to accept Sandy in our group, we all did.
We looked at clothes, tried some on, checked out jewelry, and had a blast going from store to store. I really liked the closeness girls get to show to each other. While guys can be close they don’t really show it in the same ways, it’s just not a manly type thing to do.
A nice lady at a make-up counter took off our make-up and redid it for all four of us. We bought some more make-up from the lady. We now looked a little less formal and it fit better with the clothes we had on now, but our hair was still killer.
Mom took us all to a pizza parlor we liked. We had a blast and were a little goofy. We fit right in with the type of customers the store attracted. Mom even joined us in some of the video games we played. This was definitely good for her, she looked younger, and she appeared to enjoy herself. She was laughing, joking, and playing right along with us.
Mom and Sandy were in a pitched battle in one game, neither one of them was giving up an inch. I could have beaten them both but they were doing good. Mom cheated and used her hip to bump Sandy and won, which started a mock argument till they were both nose to nose hands on hips pouting. The standoff ended when Sandy threw her arms around Mom’s neck and gave her a big hug.
We ended the day by going to a movie. Sandy sat next to me again. She was not as forward and obvious as before, but she did rub my stocking clad legs with her hand and her leg. She had me fidgeting; I know she was enjoying herself.
We dropped Sandy off and headed home. My most enjoyable day since all this started. Mom headed to bed after we hung all the dresses we had worn, since she had to work tomorrow. I made a nice warm bath for Sis and a cup of her favorite tea and left her alone. I went to where we had stored Paul’s things and set aside some things.
I made it back before Rebecca finished her bath and was able to be there to roll her hair and put a net over her hair. I then gave her a shoulder massage, which had her purring. We went to sleep for the last time in this small room. Rebecca spooned up to my back and hugged me closely.
I woke up early enough to make Mom breakfast. My relationship with her was always good but it seemed to blossom now. I would do anything for her.
“Mom, I am so glad you enjoyed yourself yesterday. You were able to really let yourself go.”
“Yes it really was good Paula. Thank you for that. You really got into things yourself. Sandy really likes you, you know that?”
“Yes, I don’t know where that is going, I am going to have a talk with her today but I don’t see it going past what we did yesterday. I just think she is a really good friend. I ran into Kylie at the bookstore. Now that is a girl I would really like to know better, but I am also scared, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes Paula, I know what you mean. Get to know her first and if it really feels like it is something that you want to do, then follow your heart.”
I gave Mom a hug before she left and went to get dressed. I threw some things in a makeup case my Sis had and carried it downstairs. I returned to our bedroom. I sat on the bed and just watched Rebecca. When she started to wake I pulled her close to me, hugged her and stroked her hair.
“Morning Paula, you’re being really affectionate today.”
“Is that bad Rebecca? I have really enjoyed being so close to you.”
“You can be this way with me anytime, Paula. You have not been the only one to enjoy it. I know Mom has too. I love you, you know Paula.”
“Yes Rebecca, I love you too. I am going to be gone part of this day and when I get home I will help us move into our new room. I am not going to say anymore, this is a secret. Then we will have all afternoon together. Can you trust me that much?”
“Yes, I am dying to know, but considering all you have done for me I will trust you to it.”
“Ok, then go to the bathroom and come straight back to bed Sis. I will bring your breakfast here. Stay here until I have gone. I will call you when I am coming home.”
“Ok, if I must. You are making it hard girl.”
I just smiled at her, went downstairs, made her breakfast and brought it to her on a tray. I was sitting next to her on the bed while she ate, when I heard the doorbell. I gave Rebecca a hug, a kiss on her cheek, and asked her to give me fifteen minutes before she got up. She reluctantly agreed and waved at me as I left.
I let Sandy in, boy did she look great. She had fixed herself up. I handed her some of my things and grabbed some more and we left together. I told Sandy what I intended as we drove; she giggled and laughed at my plan. Our talk then got a little more serious.
“Sandy, I really like you as a friend and I need to know what is going on. I don’t really see you and me having an intimate relationship, but I have really enjoyed being with you. You make me feel good and nervous at the same time.”
“I know Paula; you make me feel the same way. I just like seeing you as a girl and I want to help you be the best girl you can be. I like fooling around a little with you but I know that we will only be friends and not lovers. I know I haven’t always treated you well, but I have seen a side of you that I like. It doesn’t matter if you stay this way or go back to being Paul, I will be your friend. Is that what you need to know?”
I just reached over and kissed her cheek. She smiled back at me and we held hands as she drove. We stopped and got a six-inch wide ace bandage and continued on to the photographer’s studio.
Sandy helped me carry the things I had brought into the studio. The lady led us to the studio where I began changing back into Paul. I took off my wig and Sandy tried to wrap my breast forms so they were less obvious. I had not figured out how to remove them. I tried to put my dress shirt on but I couldn’t get it buttoned, my chest was larger. The photographer came up with a solution. She took her scissors and slit the back of the shirt up to the shoulder yolk. That worked, the pants did not fit at the waist, but they didn’t fall down. My coat fit, it was a little larger in the chest than my shirt I put socks on over my hose. I saw that I hadn’t taken them off. Habit I guess. I put my shoes on and Sandy brushed and combed my hair in a masculine style. She then used an eyebrow pencil to make my brow appear larger and more normal. Sandy and the photographer looked me over and made some changes.
“Your earrings need to go dear.” The photographer said.
“I have only had them for a week I can’t take them out can I?”
“No you shouldn’t I guess I can retouch them out.” She looked closely at them and said, “You have sleepers on do you know that?”
“No I don’t. What are sleepers?”
“Those are clear plastic sleeves that let people wear earrings that contain nickel that some people are allergic to.” She carefully removed my earrings; they touched them up with makeup, and pronounced me ready.
The photographer pulled down a green screen and had me stand in front of it. She looked at the monitor and positioned me. She had a picture she had taken yesterday and used it to position me. She did that for several shots and then took some individual shots of me. Then Sandy wanted some shots of me and her. One shot she was leaning over and kissing my cheek and I was looking nervous. She had the photographer in stitches with her antics. They stopped and I transformed all the way into Paula. A couple of more shots were taken of us together, including the kiss shot.
The photographer did a little digital magic and showed us a movie she had made. There was Paul sitting there looking nervous at Sandy she leans over and kisses Paul on the cheek and poof Paul becomes Paula. It tore me up when I saw it. She gave me and Sandy a memory chip with that movie on it.
“Sandy bad girl, you just want me for my boobs.”
I had both Sandy and the photographer laughing.
“I want to thank you Mam, this will mean a lot for my Mom and Sister. It seems my friend also wants in on the show too.”
“Your welcome Paula, it isn’t often that I can have so much fun doing it, I am sure I can blend your image into the portrait seamlessly. It will be a big surprise to them. Don’t worry, I will keep your secret too.”
She came over and gave me a big hug.
“I think you make a cute girl, I think it is a brave thing you are doing and I would like to make a photo journal of any changes you make. Are you going to go all the way?”
“I don’t know mam. Right now it is just for the summer, but I like what I have experienced so far, so I can’t say for sure.”
“Well if you ever need to talk to someone outside of your family come on by and we can share a cup of coffee and talk.”
She hugged us both before we left. We headed back to Sandy’s car and got all my stuff packed into her trunk.
I called Rebecca and told her we were coming home. She was waiting for us when we showed up. I had to hand it to Sandy she didn’t spill the beans.
We got together and went to a place that had miniature golf and arcade games for a few hours. The place was packed with kids our age.
We broke for a late lunch and came home. I loaned Sandy a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. The three of us got Rebecca and I moved into our room. Because Paul still existed, we set Rebecca’s old room to look like Paul would like it.
The three of us showered at different times of course, did our makeup and dressed. When Mom came in we gave her time to catch her breath and we headed out to eat again. This time we headed to a Chinese buffet our treat this time.
Sandy called home and got an ok to spend the night with us, so we picked up a movie on the way home. We changed into nighties at home and went down to the living room. We had cokes and popcorn with the movie I was between Rebecca and Sandy beneath a comforter. The movie was good but all too soon it was time for bed we all three slept in our room.
Some time that night I awoke to being kissing. I could hear Rebecca’s light snoring so I knew it was Sandy. I was lost in the sensation, strong passionate kisses. I don’t know how long we kissed our bodies pressed together; it must have been close to an hour. I was afraid to touch her anywhere but her back. That seemed enough for her, we didn’t grope each other. All too soon, she gave me a final kiss rolled over and snuggled back up to me.
I awoke early the others were still asleep I managed to extricate myself without waking Sandy or Rebecca. I chuckled to myself; I was good at that I thought. I used the bathroom grabbed my robe and headed downstairs. I made coffee, toast, and oatmeal for Mom. She arrived downstairs as I was setting it out for her. I set out some butter and brown sugar for her. She hugged me and drank her coffee. I told her what we all did yesterday leaving a few details out. I even told her about Sandy and me. I made it clear that all we did was kiss.
She smiled at that and said, “I know you are a good girl I trust you Paula. Be careful though it is easy to get carried away with it. How did you like it?”
“I loved it Mom. It made me feel warm all over. I got excited but we didn’t do anything else. We didn’t even grope just kiss. I think that is all she wanted to do. After a while, she gave me one more kiss, then she rolled over, and snuggled up to me. I don’t understand it, that’s for sure.”
We hugged and kissed, and then she had to leave.
At about eight, I fixed breakfast for the three of us. Sandy and Rebecca came down and hugged me good morning. We ate and chatted.
“What were you doing up so early, Paula?” Rebecca asked.
“I have been fixing Mom breakfast. I have only missed one day. We chat about things in the morning. I like doing it for her after all she does for us. Just like, I like fixing you and Sandy breakfast.”
“What do you and Mom talk about?”
“Girl stuff what else. After all she is my sister.”
That got us all giggling. Rebecca got up to go change and Sandy stayed with me.
“Thank you for last night and for not pressing it any further. I liked kissing you very much. You are so hot looking as a girl. Who knows we might try it again if you want sometime, if you like.”
“I seem to do that to girls. Since I changed, I have had more girls flirt with me than ever before. I’m not complaining but I don’t understand it.”
We both went upstairs to dress. Sandy undressed in front of me and put her clothes on. She was pretty in just her panties. I hit the shower when Rebecca came out. It was so good.
Sandy had left by the time I got out. Rebecca dried my hair, put on my wig for me, and grilled me about what we did last night. Seems she was a lighter sleeper than I thought she was. I told her everything. I think she believed me because she seemed to accept what I said. She hugged me and then she had me work on my makeup. I tried some of the things that Mom, Rebecca, Sandy and all the others had shown me at times. She would have me clean my face and do it over. I was becoming very good at what I was doing.
Rebecca then sat down and had me do her hair. I wet it with a sprayer bottle and rolled it in her hot rollers. She had me do her makeup. By the time she was happy with her makeup her hair was dry and she talked me through combing out her hair. I selected her clothes for the day and my own from our closet. I wore slacks today and three-inch heels, although I put my penny loafers with me in a tote, I don’t know why I just felt like it.
We stopped by Carol’s office; she asked me if it was ok for Rebecca to join us. I told her that it was ok. We talked about things that had happened and how I felt. She asked Rebecca a few questions. She and Rebecca hit it right off. It seemed that Carol had the ability to connect with whomever she talked with. She asked if I was taking hormones and I showed her what I was taking. I told her that Susan wanted me on a small dose until I made a decision about what I wanted to do. She asked me to leave for a few minutes; she wanted to talk to Rebecca. Rebecca came out and I went back in. We talked on some more. I told her that since I started dressing as a girl I seemed to draw more attention and flirting from girls. She asked how I felt about it. I told her I loved it but that I couldn’t understand it. She giggled and said she would have a hard time explaining it, but that she could see how it could happen. Time seemed to fly and soon our time was up. She walked me to the waiting room, telling me she wanted to see me as Paul in two weeks and gave Rebecca and me a hug.
At work, things were going well. Charlotte took time to compliment Rebecca and me on our work. We both handled the job and its responsibilities well and were liked by our coworkers and customers. I found that helping people find what they were looking for rewarding and went out of my way to help, without being annoying.
Kylie came in and asked if I could go for a bite with her. I checked with Charlotte and took a short break. I put my heels on when I left with her. We went down to the food court and ordered a light meal. I was kind of star struck being with her but we had a good meal and we both seemed to feel good about the way things were going. She gave me a hug and a peck on my cheek when we split up.
I changed back into my penny loafers when I got back to the bookstore and thanked Charlotte for the break. Things got really busy it seemed that everyone waited for me to get back before they came in. Everybody was busy till just before closing. I called Mom and told her we would be late again. It was after ten when we were finally able to leave.
At home, we told mom about our day as we ate. I told her about my visit with Carol. Rebecca told her about what they had talked about. We talked about Charlotte and how we were getting on with our jobs. Mom seemed to appreciate our time together talking to us and listening to what we had to say. We spent less time with her since we started working, but the time we did spend together seemed more precious to us. We all seemed to be growing closer to each other.
We all went to bed at eleven thirty. I slept well. Sis seemed to mold herself to my back. It felt comforting. I awoke but when I started to get up. Sis woke and asked me if I would mind going back to sleep and letting her fix Mom breakfast today. I would miss it but I let her do it. I lay back down and got a few more z’s. I was up about forty minutes later. I took care of my morning things, and grabbed my robe, and went down to breakfast.
Sis hugged me, it was a long hug. When she released me she thanked me for letting her do it. She said that it meant so much to her to do it for Mom. Rebecca then made us breakfast. After we ate we hit the house again, did all the laundry, stripped the beds, vacuumed, dusted and had the house ship shape by lunch. We each took a nice warm bath I did Rebecca’s hair and makeup and she did my hair and helped me with my wig. I then did my own makeup. I then selected our clothes. Rebecca commented on how she liked the way I was mixing things up from day to day, for us. We both selected heels to wear and flats to carry with us.
Charlotte paid us when we got to work I was surprised to see how much I had earned. I knew just what I wanted to buy with this check. When Kylie came in, I asked for a break and asked if I could cash my check, we had done enough business in cash and she let me cash my check. I told Kylie what I wanted to do and she went with me. I bought two Cashmere tank and cardigan sweater combos, one for Rebecca in a desert rose and one for Mom in a mint green. I was almost broke but very happy. We had a quick lunch. I apologized for taking part of that time to shop, but Kylie just smiled and hugged me.
I got the bag in without Rebecca noticing and I showed Charlotte what I got Mom and Sis. She helped me conceal them in my tote bag and I went back out on the floor. I spent the last three hours in my heels; I had forgotten to change back. My feet were telling me about it when it came time to leave. I knew why Charlotte wanted us in flats now. Charlotte giggled when I sat to rub my feet before we left.
We got home on time tonight. We ate and talked. Mom told us that even though we spent less time together since we started working that we talked more together and were more open than before we had started working. Mom asked us about our paychecks and I had to tell Mom that mine was already spent. She frowned at this. I asked Mom and Sis to close their eyes. I set my presents in front of them and told them to open their eyes. They looked and were speechless for several seconds. They picked them up and looked at them. They were so soft I loved the feel. Mom spoke first.
“You didn’t have to do that Paula, but I love it.”
Rebecca hugged me and said, “Thank you Paula, it is the best gift I ever got.”
“I love both of you and when I saw them and felt them I knew I just had to get them for you. I never knew what cashmere was before.”
“They are very nice Paula, they are not only cashmere, but they are very well made dear,” Mom explained.
Mom and Rebecca put them on for me and we had a group hug.
Saturday came and we all went to collect our pictures. When Mom saw them, she had a strange expression on her face, till she realized that it was me as Paul, behind them. Then she hugged me she asked me how we had done it and the photographer explained what she had done. I handed the photographer the memory card and she played the movie for Rebecca and Mom. That had them laughing in stitches. Mom ordered a picture on Paul, Paula, Rebecca and herself in an eleven by fourteen, which she proudly displays to this day.
The time went by. I could see changes in Rebecca, Mom and myself. I grew closer to Kylie too. More of Rebecca’s friends came around on our days off and I was accepted by them. It was hard for me to imagine that I wasn’t a girl. Sandy and I had another session and it was very good. I got fills from Kylie who replaced one of my nails broken at work. I loved being a girl. I could feel myself becoming more emotional due to the hormones but I liked the feeling.
Then it was time to visit Carol again. It was hard changing back to Paul. We called Susan, asked her how to remove the forms and told her why we needed to do it. She brought some solvent and more adhesive by our house when she got off. We were at work but she stopped by and chatted with Mom. When it was time for bed, we took my breast form off and I slept in Rebecca’s old room. I got up early to fix Mom’s breakfast and we chatted as before.
“Mom, I don’t feel right like this I loved the past three weeks. I don’t want it to end. I think this is Paul’s last day.”
“I know son, you didn’t have to tell me, I knew it shortly after you changed. I love you no matter what dear I’ll miss my son, but I will love my sister.”
We hugged for a long time before she let me go with a kiss.
I made breakfast for Sis. I had to go wake her she had not slept well without me. I got her up and got her down to the kitchen. She held onto me like she was afraid to let go. We ate. I could feel the difference in our relationship and I told her what I told Mom about Paul. I could see her eyes tear. We went to our rooms to dress. Except for my nails which I saw no way of taking them off I was Paul from head to toe. Rebecca and I drove to Carol’s as soon as possible.
Carol was ready for me when we got there. It was just me and her. We talked and it was like she had to drag things out of me. She remarked that I was like a different person. I couldn’t explain it but I knew she was right. I felt like crying but I knew I shouldn’t. I finally told her that I had to go back to being Paula. She told me that she thought I was right but that I would be seeing a lot more of her before she would approve my change, but that this was the first step in a long journey. She said she couldn’t imagine me ever going back to Paul fulltime. We talked some more and it was time to leave.
We hurried home and I transformed back to Paula. It was like a light being turned on. I could see again. Rebecca hugged me and we shared a cry. I said goodbye to my old self and hello to a whole new life. There I was in panties and breast forms hugging my sister, a strange scene to be sure but it felt so good. I finished dressing and asked Rebecca if I could brush her hair. I had her purring again and I knew I was back again. We had two days more of work and then it would be time for vacation.
To be continued
The Slap Ch. 4
By
Paula Dillon
There were only two days before they were to head off on vacation. Paula wanted a few things for her wardrobe. She had done some research and found clothing stores that dealt with what she learned were called transgendered. She got her Mom to take her to the store. She was excited and was very nervous, as they drove up, not knowing what to expect. Paula had half expected to find some bizarre sex shop, but was very surprised by the outward appearance of the store.
They approached the store and entered. It appeared almost like any other clothing store that Paula had been in. It was not an overly large store but they had a little bit of everything. A sales lady approached them and asked if she could help. Her name tag showed her name was Anna. Anna was very pretty but Paula had the feeling that she too was a customer as well as a sales lady, but out on the street it would have been hard to detect.
“Hi I am Anna how can I help you?”
“We are looking for garments to conceal and enhance my daughters figure. We are going on vacation and she wants to be able to wear a swimsuit, shorts and everyday wear,” Mom explained.
“We have a panty that is called a gaff it helps keep a smooth feminine front. It can be a little uncomfortable at times and they are not perfect but they really help pre-op transsexuals present a feminine appearance. Are you a transsexual?”
“I am not sure about what a transsexual is.”
“Now that is the sixty-four dollar question. The labels can be confusing honey. Some define a transsexual as a person that is trapped in the body of the wrong gender and truly needs to become that gender to feel whole. Like a genetic boy who honestly feels he should have been born a girl. Then we have cross dressers who occasionally like to dress as the opposite gender and transvestites who like to live as the opposite gender but have no desire to become that gender. There are males and females who fall in all these groups. Transsexuals fall into two groups usually labeled pre-op and post-op. The op refers to Sexual Reassignment Surgery. I am a post-op transsexual. I am a girl that was trapped in a boy’s body and I have had SRS surgery. How long have you been dressing Hun?”
“Bout three weeks and some change,” Paula stated.
Anna looked Paula up and down and said, “You look wonderful dear and you are doing so well. What are your plans Hun?”
“Honestly, I am not sure. I kinda like the way I look and feel. I like it when I dress this way but I can’t say that I want to remain this way for the rest of my life. I think I might but I need to be sure. I am seeing a psychologist right now about it.”
“Yes you need to be sure. Well we have some swimsuits over here that are one piece that have built in gaffs and pockets for hip pads.”
They both had high cut legs but were full seats and were really quite cute. Paula saw two she really liked. One had a zipper front like a wet suit with red and yellow swirls and patterns. The other was a blue flowery print, crisscrossing straps and a moderately low back.
“Are you wearing stockings or pantyhose Paula?” Anna inquired.
“Pantyhose.”
“Well if you leave those on you can try the suits on,” Anna stated. “What size are you a four or a six?”
“I think a four should do fine.” Paula added.
She handed Paula two suits and showed her where the fitting rooms were. Paula undressed and tried the suits on. They fit tight having a lot of spandex in them both but gave her a good figure. The red and yellow suit was well received by Paula’s Mom, but the blue suit definitely took the cake for Paula. Mom suggested that they get them both, along with matching sarong wraps. They also bought a dozen gaffs, two sets of hip pads and two pair of short shorts for Paula.
Anna had Paula try on one of her shorts with just the gaff and hip pads. The gaff was a bit uncomfortable but did a remarkable job of concealing, leaving Paula with an almost smooth and definitely feminine front. It was better than having to wear layer upon layer of undergarments to get the job done. She posed for her Mom and Anna; Paula would definitely not be mistaken for a guy. Paula changed back into her clothes, leaving the padded brief off and just added the pads beneath her pantyhose. She liked not having to wear the padded brief.
Her mom paid for their purchases, took their bags and headed for a salon. This was Paula’s first trip to a salon. Mom wanted to get Paula’s hair done in a feminine style so she could swim without her wigs. She was led to a chair and a cape was wrapped around her. Her operator Denise removed the wig, handing it off to another technician to be cleaned, and studied her hair. Handing Paula a book of styles she showed her quite a few pictures of things she could do. At least Paula had just over two months growth added to her hair. Paula found a couple she liked and her mom helped her select one that would look darling on her. Denise set about cutting her hair and then washed it prior to adding highlights. A latex cap was put on Paula’s head and hair was pulled through it and dye was added. While the dye did its job, Paula’s eyebrows were thinned some more and a mask was put on her face, she could feel her skin tighten under the mask. Twenty five minutes later Paula’s hair was washed again to remove the hair colorant and blown dry. Denise cleaned Paula’s face and did her makeup. She then had Paula close her eyes before turning her to the mirror. Although Paula preferred the look of long hair she was amazed at what Denise had accomplished. Her hair was short but definitely not masculine.
They then hurried home; Rebecca would be itching to get out and had to wait till they got home before she could go out. Rebecca has been grounded for most of the month after she had struck Paula hard enough to knock her down, although her grounding was just about over. It had been a real learning experience for both of Laura’s children. The kids had one more day of work and a day of packing before they would leave for Orlando Florida. Two weeks of the beach and Disney World would be heavenly.
Mom had Paula wait till she had gone inside before waving Paula inside. Mom was holding her hands over Rebecca’s eyes as Paula entered the room. After Paula set her wig down she stood in front of Rebecca and their Mom uncovered her eyes.
“Oh my gosh! Paula, that is so cute. You look adorable.”
“Thank you sis. I still like longer hair better but at least now I can go swimming without looking like a guy, in a girl’s swimsuit.”
Paula then showed Rebecca her swimsuits and shorts she had bought. Not as sexy as Rebecca’s bikini’s but very feminine.
Rebecca and Paula had to get themselves ready to go to work. Paula put on her curly wig, and they left for the mall. They took a stroll through the stores looking for last minute things they might need on their vacation, before heading to work.
They pulled into the bookstore about fifteen minutes before their shift started. Charlotte greeted them both warmly and set them about their jobs. Paula had learned much about working and it felt good earning her own money. The big plus though was being around people and helping them, that appealed to her. It beat sitting around and just playing Xbox, for sure.
About seven during a lull Paula changed from her trainers to a pair of heels and met Kylie for lunch. Together they headed off to the food court.
“Kylie I am so going to miss you. I wish that you could go with us.”
“I know what you mean Paula. I like you and I’ll miss ya.”
“I got something to fess up to you, Kylie. I don’t know how you’ll take it, but I feel I need to be honest. I can’t sugar coat it, so I will just say it. Kylie I was not born a girl. I was born a guy, my real name is Paul but now, I am just not sure. Please don’t hate me, I didn’t mean to deceive you.”
Kylie just sat there looking at Paula for several minutes. Paula tried to read her expression but couldn’t. There was no sign of revulsion so Paula thought that there might be hope, but that did not stem the tears that formed in Paula’s eyes. Paula started to get up to leave but felt a hand on hers.
“You’re a boy? Paula, I always knew you were different. You’re not like other girls. Please don’t cry dear, you’re makeup is running.”
Kylie took Paula’s hand and headed to the ladies room. She helped clean her face and encouraged Paula to fix her makeup.
“I don’t hate you, I don’t know how I feel, but hate is not part of it. We can still be friends Paula.” Kylie took both of Paula’s hands in hers, cracked a smile and said, “It‘s kind of nice really. Thank you for being honest and I feel honored that you trust me. I will call you girl, don’t worry.”
They left the ladies room and headed back to work. Kylie hugged Paula and waved to her as she left. Paula switched back to her trainers and went back to work.
During a lull, Paula edged over to Rebecca and told her, “I told Kylie and she didn’t go ballistic on me Becca.”
“That is great Paula, what did she say?”
“She said ‘she knew there was something different about me and that she didn’t know how she felt about it, but that we can still be friends. She said that she was going to call me.’ She hugged me and waved as she left.”
“She accepts you then. Well you are such a nice person Paula, so much nicer than my ratty old brother.” Rebecca giggled.
“Hey I resemble that remark Rebecca.” Paula said and punched Rebecca on the arm lightly.
“No I mean it Paula, you have a way with people, that makes them comfortable with you and makes them want to protect you, you sort of worm your way into their hearts.”
“So what now, I am a worm?”
“Not! You know what I meant.”
Paula returned to work as a customer requested help finding a book. The shift passed and the store was closed. Charlotte paid the two in cash as they would be gone for three weeks. Kylie and an older woman were waiting by the exit as the girls were leaving.
“Hello Paula this is my mom Park Soo Lee. We would consider it an honor if we could eat with you.”
“Let me clear it with our Mom. Would it be ok if we invite Mom?” Rebecca asked.
“That would be very good,” Soo Lee said.
Rebecca called home and asked if Mom would come eat with them. “Would the Feed Store, be Ok Mrs. Park?”
“Yes, that would be very good, and please call me Soo Lee.”
“Mom will meet us there, Mrs. Park.”
“Very good and please call me Soo Lee.”
“K we will meet you there Soo Lee.”
They all left and drove to the all night restaurant. Paula was very nervous on the drive.
“Where did that come from Becca, I wonder what gives?”
“Don’t worry so. If things were bad, surely they wouldn’t ask us out to eat. I think it is kinda neat meeting Kylie’s Mom.”
They arrived at the Feed Store just minutes ahead of Kylie and Soo Lee. The four of them were escorted to a long booth. Paula got in on one side followed by Kylie and Rebecca. Soo Lee sat opposite them. The waitress that was a favorite of Paula brought them water and menu’s. They all talked as they went over the menus. Soo Lee had a big smile on her face as the kids talked. Rebecca looked up and saw their mom Laura come in and she made a motion with her head toward the restroom.
“Excuse me, Mom is here and I need to visit the ladies room.”
Laura followed her daughter to the restroom.
“Mom, Paula told Kylie about herself and she seems cool about it. I don’t know what Mrs. Park knows but everything is quite friendly so far.”
“Ok, Rebecca we will play it by ear and see what happens.”
Laura and Rebecca checked their makeup before returning to the table. Rebecca made the introductions and sat next to Kylie, while Laura sat next to Soo Lee. They all got along well. The conversation was light and cheerful. The waitress came with water and a menu for Laura. They all made their selections and ordered. Laura and Soo Lee hit it off.
“When I told my Mom that Paula was going on vacation and I wouldn’t see my friend she suggested we get together for a late supper. I am going to miss her I have enjoyed eating with her at work.”
“Yeah, too bad she couldn’t go with us.” Rebecca mused half aloud.
A look came over Mom’s face and she looked at Soo Lee and said, “Your nose is shining dear, why don’t we go to the ladies room?” Laura and Soo Lee got up and headed back to the ladies room.
“What does your Mom know Kylie?” Paula inquired.
“Just that we’re friends Paula. Wonder what they are up too?”
“If I don’t miss my guess, Mom is asking about whether you can go with us Kylie.” Rebecca added, “Would you be cool with that if it was possible?”
“Where are you going?”
“Disney World and Orlando Florida,” Paula said.
“That would be way cool, but I doubt it. It is just me, mom and my older married sister at the nail salon. Dad passed away in Korea years ago.”
“Sorry about your Dad, Kylie. Knowing what you know about Paula would that bother you if you could?”
“No problem Rebecca. Dad was an American GI over there and died in a helicopter accident, when I was like eight. No, I like Paula or whoever she is. I don’t have a whole lot of friends our age because I work so much. Besides I think she is kinda cute.” Kylie said and she leaned over and gave Paula a kiss on the cheek.
Paula felt herself blush for a couple of seconds and hugged Kylie. “I think your special too, Kylie. Our dad died too, about six years ago.”
A few minutes later Laura and Soo Lee returned and sat at the table. Six eyes were going from between the two but they gave no sign of saying what had gone on. The waitress brought them their food and everybody dug in. The conversation picked up as the girls relaxed and spoke of their days and what had gone on etcetera.
After a round of desserts Laura spoke to the girls. “Girls I have asked Soo Lee if Kylie can go with us to Florida. She has given a tentative approval and left it up to you Kylie.”
“Kylie, would you like to go?” Soo Lee asked.
“Who will help out in the salon, Mom? I don’t want to leave you in the lurch.”
“We can do without you for a while daughter. You have not been on a good vacation in a while it will be good for you. I just want to know that you can be good girls for Laura,” Soo Lee said looking between Kylie and Paula.
We all figured that Soo Lee read Paula and at least consented to the relationship between Kylie and Paula.
“You know don’t you?” Paula inquired.
“Yes I do, Paula,” Soo Lee said, “But I know you have been good for my daughter. I can see it in her eyes when she comes back from your dinners at the mall. I see with my own eyes that you have a good heart. I trust you. Please don’t give me a reason not to trust you.”
“Kylie, my daughter Paula needs friends too, especially if she continues as Paula. We trust you too.” Laura said.
Kylie turned to Paula and gave her a big hug, happy tears fell from her eyes. “I would love to go with you. Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Laura.”
“May Kylie go shopping with us tonight Soo Lee? I will bring her home.” Laura said. “Don’t worry about the money; I make enough to splurge on her.”
“You are so kind Laura, of course she may.”
“I have a surprise for my two girls outside. Your mom got a bonus from the firm for a client she brought in.”
The checks were paid and everyone headed outside.
“Wait right here and you shall see what I have been busy doing this afternoon.”
Laura left and in a few minutes a brand new dark red GMC Yukon Denali XL drove up and stopped in front of them. Laura got out and said, “What do you think girls.” She came around and threw the doors open. Every one looked inside and saw how it was tricked out.
All the girls could say was wow. It had four gray leather captain’s chairs, a rear bench seat, a DVD player, viewing screen and game console, a CD player, GPS navigation system, On Star, and XM satellite radio.
This is what we are going to Florida in girls. Kylie hugged her Mom and hopped into the middle captain’s chair Paula got in next to her. Rebecca got in the front passenger seat. They waved at Soo Lee as they drove off. Next stop was Wally World.
“What kind of leisure clothes do you have, do you need shorts, tops, or swimwear Kylie?” Laura asked.
“Well I don’t have a lot of clothes, just things I wear to school and work.” Kylie said.
“Well we will get you fitted out Dear,” Laura said, “I believe four girls can power shop just fine. Don’t worry about cost dear. Do you know your sizes, Kylie?”
“Yes six on tops and dresses, eight petite in pants, shorts and skirts 34 B bras, size five panties, and a six in shoes.”
“Ok I will hit underwear, and hosiery, Paula dresses, tops and swim wear, Rebecca slacks, shorts and skirts.”
Wally World and Kylie didn’t know what hit them. We got Kylie six bras, a dozen panties, a dozen pantyhose, two full slips, two half slips, two camisoles, three night gowns in silks and satins, eight blouses, four T’s, four shorts, four slacks, two blue jeans, eight skirts, three dresses(a sun dress, a casual dress and a really nice dress), nine pair of shoes (three heels, two flats, trainers, flip flops, mules and a pair of beach combers), three swimsuits (two bikinis and one one-piece) with wraps, a satin robe, luggage, two purses, four rings, three necklaces, twelve earrings, six bracelets, makeup and beauty products, hair care products, feminine products, and various other items. Kylie had a blast, as did the rest of us.
They also picked DVD’s and music CD’s, an ice chest, 12 volt vacuum for the van, beach towels, four totes, magazines, and sunglasses for each of us.
It was after midnight when we got Kylie home. Laura apologized for buying so much for Kylie and blamed Paula and Rebecca for going crazy, albeit with lots of encouragement from herself. Soo Lee was gracious in accepting the gifts. It brought tears to her eyes because she had never been able to lavish her daughter in such a manner. Mom asked if Kylie could spend the next night at her place so we could get an early start to Florida. Soo Lee agreed. Everyone hugged and made their goodbyes.
Laura drove back to the Feed Store to pick up Rebecca’s car and headed to our home tired and sleepy. It was after one before the three got home and one forty before they hit the sack for the day.
Morning came late for Paula, Rebecca, and Laura got up. They ate their breakfast and started their preparations for their vacation. They packed most of the clothes and other gear they would need.
Paula dressed in her gaff, sheer to the waist nude pantyhose, hip pads, white satin corset, blue spandex shorts, white silk blouse that buttoned up the back (she could finally dress and remove this blouse by herself), white three inch stiletto sandals and her long straight hair wig. She had gotten very good at doing her makeup, and preferred a conservative day face, Mom approved of Paula’s tastes in makeup. Rebecca watched her sister dress, as she herself dressed. She adjusted what she wore to fit with Paula.
“Girl, we are hot.” Rebecca said giving her sister a hug. “It’s good that you are wearing your corset. I love what it does for you. I love having a sister or aunt or whatever you are for me.”
The girls met their Mom coming out of her room, she took one look at them whistled and turned to head back into her room.
“Where are you going Mom,” Rebecca asked.
“I am going to change my appearance to look more like you guys and to get my gun. We will need it to keep the guys from mauling us.” Mom giggled.
It didn’t take their Mom long to change Rebecca helped her into her corset tightening the laces to give her a suitable waist. Shorts, blouse, pantyhose and heels completed her look and they stood side by side admiring themselves in Mom’s mirror. Together they headed to the mall. Mom picked up one more cell phone from the Radio Shack for Kylie, and four FRS/GPS (Family Radio Service walkie talkies with built in GPS) handi-talkies so we could talk to and find each other if we got separated. They then headed to Kylie’s house, while Paula programmed Kylie’s phone with the three other phone numbers and set the radio’s and phones on chargers.
They arrived at Kylie’s house and were greeted by her Mom Soo Lee.
Soo Lee had lunch prepared so they sat around the table as the food was brought in by Kylie and her Mom. Kylie sat down next to Paula with the Mom’s at either end of the table and Rebecca opposite them.
“Some of the dishes are Americanized Korean foods and a few traditional Korean foods. The blue bowl there is kimchee and is hot.”
Everyone dished out their food taking a little of everything and more of the things they liked the looks of. The kimchee was quite fragrant. Everyone was surprised by the flavor of the dishes and dug in till they got to the kimchee. Paula took a small mouthful and started to chew it when her mouth caught on fire. She dove for her water glass to drown the burn. This set everyone at the table giggling. Paula soon recovered and continued eating somewhat flushed in her face. Then came the dessert, deep fried bananas in caramel sauce with vanilla ice cream on the side.
The conversation was lively with the meal. Paula appreciated the lessons on talking as a girl that Rebecca had insisted on. Paula fit right in and took part in a big way, not dominating or being a passive participant, but really joining in, in a pleasant manner like the rest of the girls. This was not overlooked by the two Moms at the table who looked at each other and grinned.
Kylie really started to shine in this company herself. She had been a shy girl for so long, it was as if a butterfly had come out of its shell and was stretching its wings. Paula had been good for her. She had been friendly enough at work and worked hard but like a lot of Korean women she had a somewhat passive nature out in public. With Paula, Kylie was more gregarious. Soo Lee was proud of her daughter and liked her new friends.
After dessert everyone retired to the living room and with Laura’s permission everyone had a small glass of rice wine. Soo Lee encouraged Paula to tell her story. Slightly embarrassed Paula explained what had happened and how Paul had become Paula. She left out some portions that were better left unsaid, but did a very good job of weaving her story into a tale. Soo Lee and Kylie would interrupt occasionally to ask questions and Rebecca and Laura would interject their observations, but mostly it was all Paula. She felt good telling her story. It was a cathartic and helped Paula as much as it informed the others. Rebecca and Laura gained much from listening, as Paula expressed her emotions, desires and fears, things she had only shared with Carol her psychologist before. Tears were falling and not just from Paula, there was not a dry eye in the room. Their respect for Paula grew as they listened.
“And to be honest with you as much as I like being a girl, I still like girls. I don’t think I will ever go out with guys. I hope I didn’t weird you out. I really like you Kylie.”
When Paula finished she found herself enveloped in a massive group hug.
Soo Lee led them to the bathrooms so they could clean up their raccoon eyes and repair their makeup. Kylie watched Paula closely as she made up her face.
“You do that so well, I see girls and women come in the shop whose faces or over made, wrong colors, poorly made and so many other mistakes. Is that your hair?”
“No, I have two wigs this one and a curly wig. My hair was styled in a short Pixie cut, so I can go swimming but I really prefer it longer.
Mom, Rebecca, Sandy and a lady at the cosmetics counter helped me learn makeup. Rebecca especially, she wouldn’t let me get away with a bad job. She even made me do hers for a while. She also made me learn to mix and match clothes to create different looks.”
Kylie washed her face, she then led Paula to her dresser where her makeup was and had Paula make her up. Kylie’s black hair and complexion were so different from Rebecca and hers. Kylie had to help with some of the choices for colors, but Paula did a nice job. Kylie went into the bathroom and changed into pantyhose, shorts and heels to go with the others.
Soo Lee just watched from the door unseen. She felt in her heart that Kylie would be alright going with them.
“They make a pretty couple don’t they.” Laura said.
Soo Lee was a little startled but replied “Yes they do. I trust Paula to take care of my Kylie. I feel you and your daughters will be good for her. It is so hard to be everything for your children and I have heard you have done the same for your children also.”
“I lost my husband six years ago to a drunk driver. It has been hard raising my children alone.”
“You have done a wonderful job Laura. Your children bring you honor and I feel safe trusting my Kylie to you. I lost my husband to a helicopter accident in Korea. He was an American soldier. He was so nice to us.”
“You too have done well with Kylie she is so sweet. I will take care of her and bring her safely back to you.”
The two mothers hugged each other for several seconds, sharing a bond between them.
The girls then loaded what seemed like a ton of things into the SUV. They wondered if they would be able to load all the things they would need. Soo Lee hugged everyone before they left. Paula gave Soo Lee their cell phone numbers, and showed Kylie how to use her phone. Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the Daniels home and unloaded most of the stuff into their house.
The girls then loaded back up and went to the theater. The four of them got their popcorn and drinks. Paula found four seats in the back corner and wound up sitting at the wall with Kylie next, Rebecca and then Mom by the aisle. It was like an electric shock that ran up Paula’s spine as Kylie’s leg rubbed hers a little more than necessary and Kylie’s hand found hers. Paula had to put her drink in the drink holder and the popcorn tub between her knees. Paula couldn’t concentrate too much on the movie, it was good she thought, but the closeness of Kylie and the constriction of her gaff made things difficult. Then a warm glow infused her as Kylie’s head rested on her shoulder. Everything was better than ok in Paula’s world.
The movie ended and the biggest thing Paula hated about being a girl was waiting in queue for space in the Ladies room. Boys never had this problem they could cycle through a busy restroom so easily. Paula silently cursed the people who designed the restrooms, or so she thought.
“Paula such language girl tut tut.” Laura giggled knowing what was going through Paula’s mind.
Everybody giggled at that and some of the other ladies even agreed with her. Others commented that guys ought to be made to wait like girls do to use the restroom, maybe if they did there would be some equity in their designs.
Paula turned red again, she never had this much trouble about blushing when she was a guy. Maybe she had been too jaded but no she was just more aware of situations now. That made her feel better.
After the four got their turn and fixed their faces they headed back home. Tired we all entered our home.
“Girls you can do whatever you want. I have just two rules panties are required and no action below the waist. Everything else is up to whatever Kylie is comfortable with. Do I need to get out the picture books and explain myself?”
The girls shook their heads no innocently.
“I would hate to have to explain to Soo Lee why we had to come home early, but I would not hesitate to do it. You are too young to engage freely in sex but not too young to become parents.”
Kylie grabbed her overnight bag and followed the girls up to their bedroom. She shut the door behind them and quickly stripped off her top, bra and shorts she opened her overnight bag, pulled out a nightie and turned to see Rebecca and Paula just staring.
“Well you heard your Mom, keep your hose and heels on too, I really like the feel.” Kylie added.
Paula admired Kylie as she stood there her skin was so pretty. Rebecca and Paula stripped down too. Kylie was excited when she looked at Paula bare chested. She inspected her breasts.
“Those look so real are they silicone? They are warm how do they feel? Are they stuck on with glue?”
“Yes. Alright, I kinda like em, but they don’t have any feeling like yours and Rebecca’s. Yes they are stuck on with adhesive. I wish mine were like yours.”
We all donned our nighties and headed downstairs with a comforter.
“Get something on the TV and I will make us some tea and snacks.” Paula said.
Paula started to boil some water and make some sandwiches. She wanted to impress her sis and Kylie, also give Rebecca sometime with her. Rebecca had worked on Paula in this area too, making food that tasted good and looked good. She made some for Mom too. She set a tray in front of the girls and carried one to her Mom. She knocked and entered when she heard her Mom. Paula heard Mom on the phone as she entered and she set the tray on the nightstand.
“Thank you dear, you are so sweet,” Mom said with a smile on her face.
Paula hugged her Mom and headed to join Rebecca and Kylie. Kylie held the comforter up and Paula gracefully sat down next to her. Rebecca and Paula squeezed together to create a Kylie sandwich. The girls got along like gangbusters. Kylie opened up to them.
“It is so good that you accept me as a friend. I have had so few friends since coming to America. I like it here. It is not so nice in Korea; I was not accepted there because I am half Korean half Caucasian. My Dad, Jimmy Williams was a nice man I wish that there were more men like him.”
Kylie took Paula’s right hand and Rebecca’s left hand and held them together in her lap. She kissed them both on their cheeks. We just talked about ourselves while the movie played on the TV. Kylie said she was fifteen and would turn sixteen in December. She was amazed when Paula admitted to only being thirteen, soon to be fourteen in August. Rebecca had turned sixteen in April. Kylie actually went to the same high school Rebecca went to though they had never met and possibly the same high school that Paula would be going to this fall. Rebecca talked about some of her friends and promised Kylie that they would like her too especially since you are so good at nails. That caused Kylie to take their hands and to check their nails. They were still good as the girls had just been in less than a week to get fills done. She then checked their toenails and asked Paula to get the polish that matched for their toes, some cotton balls, some polish remover; hair brushes tissues and cold cream. Luckily for Paula all she had to do was grab their makeup kits they had already packed.
They started by removing each others makeup, using toners and moisturizers. Kylie then gave Rebecca and Paula manicures and pedicures, followed by hand cream and foot cream massages. Kylie then had Paula do her hands and feet. They drove Paula to distraction with their instructions. Kylie winced in pain a couple of times as Paula slipped doing her cuticles, but she started to get the hang of things. Paula loved massaging cream into her hands and feet. Kylie and Rebecca pronounced her job well done after the fourth coat of polish dried.
They then took turns applying makeup even Rebecca needed help choosing colors for Kylie. Paula broke out the pictures the girls had taken for their Mom and with their Mom. Kylie asked about the one that had Paul and Paula.
Rebecca told Kylie to grab her hose and heels and follow her. Paula started to follow but was told to sit. They were gone about forty-five minutes. When they returned Kylie was in the same dress Paula had worn for the portraits and her hair up in a bun. Paula squealed with delight when she saw Kylie. She rushed to hug her friend and Kylie planted a very passionate kiss on Paula. Rebecca put on some music and had Paula put her heels on. Rebecca had to instruct both of them how to dance ballroom style. In no time at all they were all gliding with the music. They each took their turns dancing with each other. Rebecca cracked Paula up when she bowed and asked Kylie for the next dance. Kylie acted demurely, accepted and gave her best curtsy. Rebecca kissed Kiley’s hand and led her to the dance floor holding her hand shoulder high till they turned toward each other and took their position to dance. After the dance, they fell into each other’s arms in a hug. The girls helped Kylie out of the dress and petticoats right there. Paula saw that Rebecca had gotten Kylie in a corset and stockings. Kylie struck some glamour poses dressed like that.
“Kylie, I have a confession to make. I was happy for Paula, that you were able to come, but I was also a little jealous I thought it was just going to be you and Paula. Thank you for being nice to me too.”
“Oh Becca I love Paula, but I love you too. I don’t want to come between you and your sister,” Kylie said hugging Rebecca.
They picked up the dress, petticoats and comforter while Paula cleaned up, sorted out the cosmetics and stuff, leaving the living room clean and in order. Kylie had a sheer baby doll over her corset, stockings and had heels on when Paula came in the room. The girls pulled Paula’s nightie off,) slapped a corset and baby doll on her while giggling, and everybody got in bed. Everyone drifted dreamily to sleep holding each other tightly.
Paula woke being tightly held. They were like three spoons in a drawer. Paula took time to extricate herself without waking Kylie or Rebecca, something she was very good at. She nearly fell as she realized that she had gone to bed in her heels. Heels even three inch heels were not something to try walking in half asleep. It was the pressure on her bladder that woke her something brought about by wearing a corset. After taking care of business she saw the time was about 6:20. She headed to the kitchen to prepare a good breakfast. Bacon cheddar omelets, French toast, OJ, milk and coffee would make a great meal. She began frying the bacon and perking the coffee while she got everything ready.
Laura followed the smell of the coffee. She liked that her kids had seen to fixing her breakfast. She had Paula to thank for that although Rebecca also took turns. They also started keeping the house better taking allot of the work she had done without being asked to. Laura almost giggled when she saw Paula in a corset, panties, stockings, heels, and a frilly apron fixing breakfast. Her wig looked slept in.
“Paula you look so adorable, but it is not good sleeping in your wigs.” Laura said pouring coffees for herself and Paula.
“Thank you Mom, the girls stripped me down to my panties and slapped the corset, stockings and heels on me. Nearly broke my neck trying to stand up with my heels on. Rebecca got off easy she was just in her heels and a nightie, Kylie was dressed like I am.”
“Did everyone have fun last night?”
“Yes we watched a movie Kylie did our nails and toes, we did each others makeup. Then Rebecca dressed Kylie in the bridesmaid’s dress I wore for the portrait. Rebecca then taught us ballroom dancing nothing fancy, but it was fun. Rebecca confessed that she was afraid that it would be just me and Kylie having all the fun, but Kylie really likes Rebecca too. She divided her time between us. I hadn’t thought about that Mom.”
“I did but I am glad that Kylie gets along well with Rebecca. It is good that they are enjoying each others company Paula. Start your cooking I am going to wake up those sleepy heads.”
Paula started the French toast and set the table. Mom returned and poured another cup of coffee. The girls arrived heels clicking dressed as they had gone to bed, just as Paula was starting the omelet. She set the French toast on the table, then added the bacon and cheese to the omelet and flipped it. After cooking it on both sides some more she spread some crunched bacon and cheese strips on top. She divided it into four sections and served it. Paula hung her apron up and sat to eat.
“This is so good, who taught you to cook Paula?” Kylie asked
“Mom and Rebecca taught me and mostly I picked it up just watching them. Then I started fixing Mom breakfast so she wouldn’t have to hurry to get ready in the mornings. Now we both take turns fixing Mom’s breakfast while the other sleeps. It is sort of our special time together. Mom works long hours this way we get to spend some time together.”
Rebecca and Kylie set about cleaning the kitchen, Mom and Paula went up to shower and get ready.
Everybody showered and dressed, finished packing and loaded the SUV. We had to rearrange the seats in the SUV to accommodate all of our luggage. We took out the middle Captains chairs and moved the bench seat up. It is amazing what four girls need for two weeks. Blouses, shorts and heeled sandals was the dress code as everybody piled in and they set off for Florida. We had a fifteen hour drive over two days ahead of us. The three girls sat in the back watching movies and playing games while Mom drove most of the way with Rebecca getting some wheel time.
Kylie spread her time between the others including Laura. Laura found her charming and mature beyond her years, but still saw a little girl hiding there who had to grow up too fast. She saw how alike and different Kylie was from her own children and grew to love this girl.
They stopped for the night in Tallahassee. They took one motel room with two king sized beds. Laura and Paula would take one and Kylie and Rebecca the other. Paula was finding it harder to walk flatfooted in her bare feet having spent so much time in her heels. They all wore trainers or flats to stretch out their calves and went out for dinner and then hit the sack early.
Sunrise had them hitting the road early, and by lunch they were pulling into their hotel. Their room was really a two bedroom suite; the poor bell hop finally got all their gear from the SUV to their suite and home for the next nine days. The girls set about getting their gear out and sorted. They made bags of laundry to be washed today. All three girls shared the same bedroom. Their five day passes to Disney World were delivered to their suite. The passes started the day after tomorrow and ended on Monday night.
To be continued