From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: Mom & Me 1/2 (TG, femdom)
Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:20:14 -0500


  MOM AND ME 1 
  
  School was just out and it was the beginning of another 
one of those long hot summers.  A rather shy 16-year old at 
the time, very much aware of girls, but too scared to do 
much about it, I just sat back and watched, and wondered.  
Kind of quiet myself and not to prone to doing things with 
the guys, not really interested, I liked to stay home.  More 
than anything, I just really liked being with Mom as much as 
I could. 
  This was especially so lately.  She and Dad had separated 
after some pretty terrible fights.  He'd gone across the 
country to cool off.  I had no idea when he would be back.  
Mom just said it would be a while, usually adding she didn't 
care if it were never.  It had been about six weeks since 
he'd left.  I missed him, but, honestly, not too much.  He'd 
never been mean to me or anything.  But we never seemed 
close either.  I always felt closer to Mom. 
  My whole wonderful transformation started about two weeks 
after school ended.  It was a hot morning--we didn't have 
air conditioning--with an even hotter day in store. 
  I rolled out of bed.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mom 
came into my room--marched actually--and announced that I 
xad a slight problem that day. 
  "You're of underwear and all your clothes.  They're all 
dirty.  How come you didn't tell me you were getting so 
low?" 
  Still somewhat asleep, I thought about it a moment, then 
replied that I didn't think I was out, or even close to it. 
  Mom got that stern look on her faCe and said, "Well, you 
are."  Then, from behind her back, she produced some 
clothing and laid it on my bed. 
  "These will have to do for now, till I can get some 
washed.  Put them on."  She paused a moment, then added.  
"Besides, I think you'll like them better.  It's hot today, 
and these will be cool." 
  She left the room. 
  I sort of lazily looked at them and then did a double 
tace.  Before me, on my bed, was a pair of woman's panties, 
a pair of`Lom's shorts and a cotton sleeveless blouse of 
hers (we were almost about the same size then). 
  "Uh, Mom," I yelled,  No response.  I yeled again.  This 
time I heard her roar back to just put them on. 
  I shrugged and took off my pajamas and then slipped on her 
panties.  They were full size panties and came up and all 
around my lower abdomen and groin area.  I immediately felt 
an incredibly good sensation.  Especially around my 
genitals, which did, I must admit, sort of bulge out in 
front. 
  I shrugged again and then put on her shorts, zipping them 
at the side and then slipped her blouse on.  No sooner had I 
finished than did Mom suddenly appear again.  "You'll be 
much cooler in that.  I guarantee.  And you'll feel better 
too. Now, here, put these on too." 
  From around her back she produced some wooden Scholl-type 
sandals, with red leather straps on the instep to match the 
red shorts I guess, and set them on the floor. 
  I hesitated a moment, I must admit.  I felt uncomfortable. 
  "Put them on," she ordered.  I slipped my feet into them 
and wiggled my toes.  Mom said, "Let me adjust them for 
you," and bent down to tighten the straps. 
  "Okay, go watch TV or something.  Stay inside, though.  
It's too hot outside." 
  I obeyed, walking away, feeling rather st[nge but oddly 
good too.  For a long time I'd always rather envied women 
because they have such a variety of clothing they can wear, 
much of which seems so airy and comfortable.  And now I was 
gettyng to experience this.  I kind of liked it, in a way.  
Plus, I knew it pleased Mom in some strange way. 
  It also pleased something else, which had grown quite 
large in my panties.  I was embarrassed.  They offered no 
support and it was pushing it way out quite noticeably.  I 
tried to ignore it and after a while, it did subside 
somewhat, although not completely.  That silky panty 
material and the feeling of my toes in the sandals was very 
arousing and sensual. 
  I ate soma breakfast, then watched TV.  An hour or so 
later, Mom called me up from the den.  I went and found her 
in the bathroom.  The water was running in the tub. "I want 
you to take a bath," she said. 
  "Now?" I asked.  "Don't I usually..?" 
  "Do as I say!" she snapped.  "Get undressed."  She left 
the bathroom.  I did as I was told.  As I did, I noticed 
some woman's dainties on the toilet seat.  "Now, what?"  I 
thought.  In a moment, I was completely naked.  I started 
for the tub when Mom suddenly entered the bathroom. 
  I was quite embarrassed.  She hadn't seen my naked in four 
or five years and had not bathed me in that long as well.   
But she acted as if nothing was odd. 
  She handed me a can of shaving cream and a razor. 
  "I want all that ugly hair off you," she ordered.  "I 
don't know why men have to have so much hair.  But it's 
ugly.  And hot.  You'll feel much better afterwards." 
  But I just stood there.  She lost her patience and shoved 
me into the tub.  She started to wash me, everywhere.  She 
rubbed my cock and balls vigorously, in fact, but all the 
while seemingly ignoring my full scale erection. 
  She then proceeded to put shaving cream all over my legs 
and under my arms.  In a state of semi-shock, I just let 
her.  In a matter of minutes, it was over.  She sponged me 
off and gave me a towel.  I tried to stand with my front 
away from her.  My penis was very large and stiff by now. 
  She pointed to the dainties on the toilet seat.  "Put that 
on," she said, and these shoes."  She handed me some very 
feminine wedge-type houseslippers, open-toed, backless, with 
a feather puff on the toe.  I slipped them on, after draping 
myself in a silky nightgown. 
  She led me to my bedroom where I noticed several feminine 
articles were laid out on the bed.  She sat me down, slipped 
off one of my slippers and then proceeded to paint my 
toenails a bright, irridescent pink.  She did one foot, then 
the other. 
  My mind began to race.  What was going on?  I was fearful, 
yet anot`er part of me was excited, thrilled, more so than 
I'd ever been in my entire life!  I recalled Mom telling me 
back some years how she'd always wanted a daughter and how 
disappointed she'd been that I was a boy.  Now that Dad was 
gone, was she going to get the daughter she'd always wanted?  
Was I going to like i|?  I don't know, but the combination 
of the hot bath, the smooth lmgs, stimulated from shaving 
and cool and soft from lotion, with the soft, soft 
nightgown, and now my pink toenails--oh, so feminine!--made 
me feel very good. 

  Mom finished and told me to relax while the polish dried.  
I laid back on the bed, kind of in a half-daze.  I felt my 
maleness between my legs, my balls swollen and beginning to 
ache a little, and my stiffness, all surrounded by the 
softness of the nightgown.  I found my hand w/vndering down 
there to massage it. 
  But then Mom suddenly came into the room and said, "Ah, 
ah.  None of that."  I pulled my hand away embarrassingly. 
  She had me stand up now and then had me take off my 
nightgown.  I must have turned several shades of bed as I 
stood there, naked, except for the houseslippers, with this 
long, erect cock protruding from my crotch.  Mom mumbled 
something like, "Silly things.  They just get in the way." 
  What happened next seemed to occur in an altered state 
almost.  Before I knew it, Mom was fastening a pink garter 
belt around my waste.  She next had mE step into a fresh 
pair of pink panties, very soft and satiny.  She pulled them 
up snug around my hips and }ade sure the garters dangled 
freely behind and through them. 
  Next, she put a bra on me.  Another pink, lacy thing, that 
she wrapped around my chest and hooked at the back. 
  "Every girl has to have a bra," she said.  She  then put 
some kind of jelly-like inserts into the cups, which were 
about 36B.  I felt the weight and jiggliness and thought, is 
this how it feels to be a female?  If so, I liked it. 
  She then sat me on the bed and removed my slippers.  She 
reached around behind me and brought up a flat box and 
opened.  "Now you'll know what living is, what you've been 
missing."  It was a pair of sheer suntan nylon stockings, 
with reinforced heel and toe. 
  I hardly remember what happened next, except it felt so 
lamn good.  She gathered one up and helped put my right foot 
into it.  Then she slowly pulled it up my cleanly shaved 
leg, over my knee and high up on my thigh.  I've never felt 
anything like it.  It was sheer pleasure, along with freedom 
and abandon.  I can hardly describe it.  When the stocking 
was on, she hooked the garters onto its soft top, then 
proceeded to help me put the other one on.  I did help some 
this time , and it was wonderful. 
  But something else was occurring to, or was about to.  My 
penis was stiff, stiff, stiff, and oozing.  In my groin was 
a pressure.  I felt a terrible itch in my shaft.  I also 
felt a throbbing. 
  With the stockings in place, Mom had me stand up.  She 
helped me into my slippers.  God, they slid on so smoothly.  
My feet began to tickle me sexual|y.  As I adjusted to that 
wonderful sensation, Mom then helped me put on a pink, 
satiny full slip.  I reveled as it fell down by body, 
touching my skin and other satiny and nylon encased par|s of 
it.  It almost felt like electric as it fell around my 
nylon-covered smooth legs. 
  At the same time, it felt like something was goosing me.  
I felt an intense itch in my groin.  I must have buckled a 
littla. 
  Mom shook her head cnd had me lie back on the bed, with my 
beautiful legs draped over the edge.  She then lifted my 
slip and pulled down my panties a bit. 
  "Right now, this is a distraction," she said matter-of-
factly.  Suddenly, she wrapped her hand around my penis and 
began to stroke it vigorously.  She had lotion in her hand 
and rubbed it all over my engorged member. 
  I began to writhe.  My toes began to curl in my slippers.  
I looked down to see my nylon encased legs and pretty pink 
toes sticking out of the sexy feminine slippers. 
  "Would you like to be a girl?" she asked as my explosion 
neared. 
  "Oh," I just moaned. 
  "This is just a taste, dear.  Tell me, or I'll quit." 
  "God, yes," I screamed as I saw the tops on my nylons and 
the reinforced heels as my feet flopped around.  But mostly 
it was the pink toesnails, covering my feminine nylon 
stockings... 
  I began to lose it.  From somewhere, a towal flopped 
across my chest.  I remember th`t much. 
  As for the rest?  My penis simply exploded.  Hot semen 
jetted from it, flying up over my head, then splashing me in 
the face, once, twice, then I don't know...I think I passed 
out. 
  I passed out good after the second orgasm.  I awoke to 
finG{HMom dutifullq cleaning the semen from my belly and 
stomach area. 
  This is such nuisance," she protested.  "I don't suppose 
there's much we can do about it right now.  Maybe 
someday..."  She trailed off, then sighed as she finished. 
  She then sat down and looked at me.  I was still 
reclining, my dOwess still up, my now limp male member 
laying to one side, fully exposed and yet looking terribly 
silly.  It seemed to be good for one thing and then it 
became almost useless. 
  "You'd find life a lot better without that," Mom said.  "I 
cannot tell you the absolute joys of womanhood, my child.  
But I won't see you cheated any more than you already have 
been.  What a girl--a woman--has down there is so much 
better.  It's never in the way.  It never has to be tended 
to so--well, so much, so frequently.  And this is so messy 
like this and it's always distracting you.  To have what I 
have--what you should've had had we BOTH not been cheated--
is superior! 
  "By now, you would've been a young woman,"  she moved her 
hand across my chest.  "Up here, I'll bet youu would've been 
big, like me.  So much better, so soft, iit is.  I would've 
helped you buy your first bras, and helped you put them on. 
  "But we can still have fun.  We're going to move soon, to 
another town, to start over.  It's early summer.  By fall, 
the transformation should be sufficient so no one will know. 
  "In the meantime, I'll introduce you to a world of delight 
beyond your wildest dreams, of softness, of pleasure--of 
POWER." 
  She got up now.  "Pull down your dress and then get up and 
get out of it," she ordered.  I did as I was told.  "Take 
off your stockings and garter belt, too.  I'll be back 
shortly." 
  With my dress and slip off, I slipped off the high heels, 
then sat on the bed and sl?;wly took off the sheer nylons.  
I hated taking them off, they felt so good.  I unsnapped the 
garter belt. 
  By that time, she had returned, with some new treasures. 
  Mom then handed me a blue and white checked sundress, 
cotton and sleeveless, about knee length.  "Put this on," 
she said.  I did. It felt so cool, so comfortable.  I 
adjusted it around my bra and bouncy  "breasts." 
  Mom then gave me a wig, light brown with blondish sun 
streaks.  It was sexy and nearly shoulder length.  "In a few 
months," she said, "you won't need that." 
  I got a strange thrill in my groin from that. 
  Finally, she gave me some dainty, feminine, flat, strappy 
sandals.  She clipped on some earings and I was ready to go. 
  I didn't have y 
  "With this dress and these sandals, you don't get much 
more comfortable or free." 
  I walked around gloriously comfortable all day.  The only 
problem was a recurring bulge in my panties. 
  That evening, Mom bathed me in bath oil.  She soaped me 
well, my penis and balls too.  It grew very, very hard.  She 
ignored it. 
  Mom then gave me a beautiful seafoam green chiffon 
nightgown and peignoir.  She had me put on the wedge 
houseslippers again, the ones I'd worn that morning.  "Now 
you'll know how to really sleep in comfort," she said. 
  Soon, she put me to bed.  As she tucked me in, she said, 
"I know you've been miserable today.  You can't help with 
that damn thing.  It's not your fault, honey.  So, I'll take 
care of it for you." 
  At that, she lifted my nightgown.  Out came a bottle of 
lotion.  She put some on my swollen penis and started to 
stroke it. 
  "Just think, darlkng, no more rough male clothes.  Now 
it'll be slips and panties and nylons.  Ooh, nylons.  
Slipping your pretty stockinod feet into sandals and high 
heels.  Did you like those red high heels with the open 
toes?" 
  "Yes," I groaned. 
  "Wait till we go shopping together.  I'll buy you a pair 
of high heel strappy sandals.  Maybe some backless party 
slippers.  Would you like a mini-skirt?" 
  "Oh, yes." 
  "A denim type.  Not too short of course.  Wear it with 
suntan nylons.  Maybe white, comfortable flats.  Or, if 
you're really good, I'll get you some wedge canvas open-toed 
slings.  Wait till you slip your ctockinged feet into 
those!" 
  "Oh," I groaned.  "Say it again." 
  "What darling?"  She was stroking my prick more vigorously 
now.  I felt the juice collecting in my groin. 
  "Nylons." 
  "Nylons.  You can wear them all you want.  With your legs 
shaved.  You'll never have ugly hair on them again.  Sheer 
nylons of course.  Slipping into high heels.  They'll really 
show off your legs in a mini-skirt and those wedgies." 
  I couldn't hold it any longer. 
  The semen erupted from my penis.  I think it even 
surprised Mom.  The first jet shot over my head, hitting the 
backboard of the bed.  The second hid my face. 
  Suddenly, at that point, Iom pulled my stiff eruptIng rod 
back and threw her mouth over it and sucked.  I thought I 
would die as she sucked and sucked it dry. 
  When she was done, she said, "I couldn't let that nasty 
stuff ruin your new nightgown." 
  I heard very little else as I drifted off into feminine 
dreamworld.