Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 14:36:00 EDT
From: Tiffcd18 <Tiffcd18@aol.com> 
Subject: TAKE YOUR DAUGHTER TO WORK DAY

TAKE YOUR DAUGHTER TO WORK DAY
by BOBBI

Here I was, an 11 year boy who had not been able to identify his (or her)
own sexuality.  Oh, I did all the boy things, baseball, soccer, fishing
etc.  I also had a secret.  A secret so bad that I could never share it
with anyone.  I was truly ashamed when these evil thoughts came into my
conscious mind.  I liked girls clothes.  I loved the feel of the nylons and
satins.  I loved the looks of pretty dresses and skirts that the girls
wore.

This compulsion had led me to even play with my Mom's clothes.  I made sure
she never knew.  I would be home alone and sneak into the bathroom and paw
through the hamper to find her frillies.  I had even gone so far as to
slipping a pair of her panties on which only led to more.  I soon found
myself in panties, bra, skirts and blouses.  I still looked like a boy in a
dress, not a girl.  However, the feel of the satin panties around my
privates and my nipples inside satin bra cups made me feel like a girl and
made me sexually aroused.

There was just Mom and me.  My Dad had left years ago and the only thing I
ever knew about him was when Mom didn't get a support check and was going
to have him thrown back in jail.  He never called and never had any contact
with me.  Mom would date, she was a very petite woman and extremely good
looking.  She never developed a long lasting relationship with any of the
guys she dated.  I kind of thought she was protecting me by not involving
herself with them.

I had always loved the closeness Mom and I shared.  Maybe that's why I was
a little effeminate and certainly more sensitive than most boys my age.
That's probably why I got along so well with girls.  Although my hormones
were starting to drive my mind in new directions my relationship with the
girls always seemed to be of the good friends rather than sexual
attraction.

It was spring and an announcement was made at school that any of the girls
participating in "Take Your Daughters To Work Day" would be excused from
school that day.  I thought about that and felt that it really wasn't fair.
They didn't have a "Take Your Son To Work Day."  Anyway, I didn't have a
Dad to take me to work anyway.  The least they could do was give us all the
day off school.  Gee, I thought, I'll bet it would really be fun to go to
work with Mom and see just what she did all day at the real-estate company
she worked for.

As the school day ended and we all headed out for home.  Josh, my best guy
friend, was with me and Liz another friend of mine caught up with me.

Liz said, "Mom's going to take me to the bank with her.  I can hardly wait.
She's going to get me a new outfit and introduce me to her boss and show me
the vault and everything."

"Well Liz that's really nice, I guess.  If it was just
take-your-kid-to-work, I know Mom would take me to work with her.  Maybe I
should file one of those law suits about not being fair to us guys." I
said.

"Yea," Josh said, "Maybe you'd get a zillion bucks or something.  At least
maybe they'd give us all the day off school."

"Well Bobby, since you don't have a Dad maybe they'd let you off school to
go to work with your Mom.  You should ask Mr. Yost." Liz said.

"Yea Bobby, I'll bet Old Yost would give you the day off if you promised to
wear a dress to work with your Mom," Josh teased.  "Just put a dress on and
go ask him," he laughed poking me in the ribs and taking off running.

I watched him run down the street but didn't attempt to run after him to
gain retribution.  I continued my stroll with Liz.  I'd get even with Josh
for his teasing later.

"I really think you should ask the principal about being able to go to work
with your Mom," Liz said.

"Yea, Maybe I'll do it.  But I don't know if they would even allow Mom to
bring someone to work with her and especially a boy on daughters day."

"Well maybe you should dress up like a girl and go with your Mom.  I'll bet
if you dressed up like a girl no one would ever know you weren't one."

"Oh Liz, get off it.  Your worse than Josh.  It's bad enough I can't go
without you two rubbing it in."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it mean.  I think it would be fun to dress up and
fool people.  And I don't care what you say, I still think you could pass
for a pretty girl."

"Yea and the Pope's not Catholic.  I'll see you later, I gotta get home
before Mom gets there," I said as I ran off towards my house not waiting
for a response from Liz.

When I got home Mom wasn't back from work yet.  I grabbed a coke from the
fridge and plopped down in front of the TV.  I was still bothered by the
fact I would never be able to attend work with Mom.  It still didn't seem
fair.  Just another thing girls got to do that boys didn't.  They got to
wear all those pretty clothes.  They got to style there hair and wear
jewelry.  They even got to wear make-up to make themselves beautiful.  Now
they even got to go to work with there Mom's or Dad's while I got to go to
school.

The front door popped open and Mom came rushing in, "Hi dear, how was
school today?  Got your homework done?  I'll get us something to eat in a
minute.  I'm going to change first."

"Fine Mom, No I don't have my homework done yet.  I'll get to it after
supper."

As I heard Mom return from changing from her business clothes to casual
clothes, I wandered toward the kitchen where she was already preparing
dinner.  "Mom, would you take me to work with you some day?"

"What would you want to do that for?  I guess you could go with me
sometime, but I'd have to ask the boss first and what about school?  Your
in school everyday I work", she said.

"Oh I'd really like to see what you do.  They have a
take-your-daughter-to-work-day at school but I never heard them talk about
a take-your-son-to-work-day.  All the girls who go to work with there
parents get the day off school."

"Oh yes, I did hear about that program.  Mrs. Brown brought her daughter to
work one day last year.  But your right, I've never heard about a program
for boys."

"Maybe I'll sue them for not being fair."

"Oh you mean file a discrimination suit against the school?  Well you
better save up your allowance, lawyers don't come cheap.  It seems I spent
half my support payments on lawyers trying to collect the other half from
that dead beat Dad of yours."

"Yea, discrimination or whatever."

"Maybe you should just dress like my daughter and go with me to work that
day," she teased.

I was indignant.  I half yelled, "Mom, get off it.  Your the second one to
rub my nose in it today.  Liz said I should dress like a girl and go with
you too.  You both must be on the same mind altering drugs."

"Hey young man that's enough.  If you don't think I know about your hamper
raids you must think I'm pretty stupid.  Just what are you doing digging my
clothes out of the hamper?"

I was dumbfounded.  My cheeks grew hot and red as I stood there unable to
speak and not knowing what to say.

"Well, have you been trying them on?"

"N...ooo Mom," I lied, "I never put your clothes on I was just looking at
them."

"Don't get so upset.  I was only asking.  I've been meaning to talk to you
about it before.  You shouldn't hide your feelings.  If something is
bothering you, you can talk to me about it.  Nothing you could say or do
will shock me and I will love you without strings.  Do you know what that
means?"

"I .....I guess so."

"Well it means I want you to always be able to talk with me about anything.
Even embarrassing things to you.  We only have one another and I hope we
never have to hide things from one another."

"I gotta go do my home work.  Call me when supper is ready," I said as I
beat a retreat to my bedroom and safety from my Mom's questioning.  Inside
the confines of my room I thought about what Mom and Liz had said.  Did I
really look like a girl?  Was I meant to be a girl and something happened?
Was it possible that I could become a girl?  Did I really want to be a
girl?  Yes, I loved the clothes and I loved the way I felt when I was
wearing Mom's clothes, but that wasn't being a girl.

It wasn't long till Mom yelled to me that supper was on and I went down to
eat with Mom.

As we sat eating Mom said, "Did you ever want to dress like a girl?  I mean
do you like girl's clothes as much or better than your boy clothes?"

"Mom, please, I never dressed like a girl," I lied again.

"I didn't say you did, honey, I was only asking your about your feelings."

"Well, girls sure got it easier than boys and there clothes are much nicer
and they get to wear so many different things.  Gezz, girls can wear tee
shirts, jeans, or any boy clothes and nothing is ever said.  Then they can
put on dresses and skirts and really priss themselves up."

"Well dear, No one ever said the world was fair.  But if you want to see
what it's really like to dress like a girl I'll help you.  It can be our
secret.  Your fine features would allow you to look as good as any girl
your age.  I'll bet with your hair done and dressed like a girl no one
would ever guess you were anything else.", Mom said.

"Mom, this is crazy.  I don't look like a girl, I'm a boy.  If anyone saw
me in girls clothes I'd never hear the end of it.  Please, let's just
forget it.  I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"OK, fine with me.  But if you change your mind, let me know.  No one but
you and I would have to know about it."

The next morning I ate breakfast with Mom and our discussions of the prior
evening was not brought up again.  I thought about it a lot but was not
going to discuss what I really felt with Mom.  I still didn't have enough
confidence in our relationship to be able to admit everything to her.  As
Mom left for work she said, "I'll be a little late tonight.  I'll bring us
something to eat.  Don't mess the house up."

"OK, Mom.  I'll be here."

As Mom left and I cleaned up my dishes, I started to think about what Mom
had said to me last night.  Yes, I really would like to try being a girl or
at least be able to try on some girl clothes.  But what would Mom really
think?  What would happen if Liz or Jason ever found out?  Putting Mom's
clothes on was fun but it was more like dressing for Halloween.  I mean I
could never pass for an older woman.  I always ended up looking like a boy
in a woman's clothes.

I put the thoughts out of my mind and headed for school.  Pretty uneventful
day as it turned out.  It wasn't long till I was on the way back home once
again with Liz and Jason.  Jason was first to bring the subject of
yesterday up.

"Hey Bobby, Did you ask Mr. Yost for the day off yet?  If he gives you the
day off let me know.  Maybe I'd wear a dress if he gave me the day off
too."

"Gezz Jason, why don't you get off this kick.  If you want to wear a dress
then go ahead but leave me out of it."

"Yea Jason," Jenny piped in, "Leave him alone.  At least he'd look
presentable in a dress and you'd look like a freak."

With that said Jason turned to take off again and shouted over his
shoulder, "Well Bobbi dress real pretty and maybe I'll ask you out."

"He's such a nerd.  I don't know how you put up with him and his teasing
all the time.  I think he really is jealous of you."

"Oh he's OK.  What does he have to be jealous about.  He's really good in
sports, the girls like him, he gets good grades."

"He knows your much better looking than him.  Your really cute and have
such a nice, ahhhhh how to say this, kinda good looking like a girl's
face."

"Oh great.  Now I look like a girl and Jason's jealous of that?"

"No that's not exactly what I meant.  I mean you are good looking and your
so nice to talk with and your not brutish like Jason and some of those
other nerds."

"Yea well I think your a little wacked too."

"Oh, don't be such a shit.  If you were a girl you'd be my best friend, I
just know it."

"Well, I'm not a girl so I guess I'll never be your best friend," I shouted
as I head for the house at top speed.

When I arrived at the house I was surprised to see Mom's car in the drive
way.  She had told me she'd be late.  I entered the house and shouted a
"Hello, anybody home?"

Mom's voice answered from up the stair case, "I'm here.  I'm just getting
changed.  I had an appointment canceled today so I took the afternoon off.
I thought we'd go out and get something to eat and do some shopping, if you
didn't have any plans."

"Naw, I'm just glad it's Friday.  Maybe we could stop at the music store
and I can get the CD I wanted."

"That's fine, Honey.  Why don't you go take a bath, I left you a tub of
nice warm water.  When your finished call me, I got you something at the
mall this afternoon you may want."

Well, what was with her, Did she buy me a CD?  And running my bath water, I
didn't remember her ever doing that for me since I was old enough to bath
myself.  I went up to my room and stripped my clothes off, donned my robe
and headed to the bath room.  When I opened the door the fragrance nearly
knocked me over.  The sweet perfume of Mom's bath bubbles still lingered in
the air.  No, more than that the tub was filled with the same bubbles and
scent of Mom's bath.  Well, I didn't give it a second thought and dropped
my robe as I slid into the soft and silky scented water.  Wow, what a
sensation.  The warm scented water felt like silk or something.  I couldn't
believe how great it felt and how long I had been bathing without this
added luxury.  I knew then that Mom would be buying a lot more bubble bath
than she had up till now.

I almost fell asleep in the warm fragrant comfort of the of the bath.  I
was somewhat startled by my Mother's voice, "Hey you, are you about done in
there?  Better get out and get a move on.  We've got a lot to get done."

"OK, Mom, I'll be right out.  The bath was really great."

I climbed out of the tub and dried on a big fluffy towel Mom had left for
me.  My body, I knew, smelled of Lilac.  I hope it would fade before we
left for supper out.  I opened my room door and was a little surprised to
see Mom sitting on my bed unwrapping packages from the department store.

Before I could say a word Mom held out a pair of white satin panties with
lace on the front and a little pink bow at the waist line.  "Here," she
said, "Put these on."

I was shocked.  What was she doing.  I wasn't going to wear girls panties.

"Are you nuts?  I'm not wearing those things," I shouted.

"Oh yes you are and much much more," she said calmly.  "I know you've done
more than look at my clothes in the hamper.  I'm not completely stupid you
know.  Now you can either put these on or I'll put them on you.  We're just
going to find out once and for all if it's the clothes you like or prove to
yourself that's this is nothing more than an ill advised thought on your
part about how much better girls have it."

"Mom, I'm not going to do this.  You can't make me do it," I said as I
started to choke up.  Yes maybe I had thought about dressing and being a
girl, but I wasn't one.  Why was Mom doing this to me.  Was it just a test
to trap me?

Mom stood up and in a flash had pushed me back onto my bed.  She lay half
on me pinning my upper body to the bed with her back as she grabbed my leg.
Before I knew it she hand the satin lace panties over my one leg and was in
the process of working them over my other.  I kicked and attempted to twist
out of her grasp to no avail.  She had the panties slip up my legs and into
place before I had a chance to really fight it.

"Mom, please," I cried as tears rolled down my face, "Don't do this to me,
Please."

"You can make this hard or make it easy but your going to be dressed as my
daughter before we leave this room."

With that she released her grip and finished pulling my robe off my arms
and shoulders.  I wasn't done fighting yet.  I jumped to my feet to beat an
exit but she caught me in and iron grip with her left hand and then planted
a well aimed swat across my satin clad butt.

"Straighten up and act like a lady.  Let me finish dressing you.  Then if
you don't like it you can take it all back off after I've finished.  Don't
stand there and tell me you hate it.  You've tried it on your own now I
just want to help you.  You really need to find out if this is just a
passing stage or if there's something more to your dressing in my clothes."

I choked back the tears and the fight left me.  I resigned myself to the
fact my own Mother was going to dress me up as a girl.  She place a white
satin bra with lace cups to match the panties around me and fastened it in
back.  It was then that I became aware of the satin encasing my bottom and
now chest.  Yes it did feel nice and the stirrings deep within were sending
messages to my groin.

"Now look at this lacy garter belt that came with the panties and bra.
Hose and garters are a little dated but I couldn't resist the set.  I knew
they'd be perfect for you.  Here let me hook this behind you.  Now see you
have to stick the tabs down through your panties. That way you don't have
to unhook your stockings to take your panties down when you have to relieve
yourself."

The garter belt was new to me.  I had never seen one before and wasn't sure
just what Mom was talking about.  My main concern right now was to keep the
sensations in my groin from making the satin panties bulge in the front.  I
strained to see my reflection in the mirror but Mom was careful to keep me
turned away from it.  I said nothing, I just stood immobile as she
attempted to create the daughter from her son.

"Now dear, step into your petty slip I bought you.  See how nice it hangs
on you," she said as she positioned it around my waist.  "I thought a
pretty petty slip and this matching camisole would be best since you
weren't available to try things on." She then dropped the silky camisole
over my head and arms as it seemed to float into place.

"Mom please," I muttered to deaf ears as she continued her dressing.  The
hem of the silky little slip that barely reached mid point of my thigh
brushed my thighs and sent chills up and down my whole body.

"Now now, just be a good girl and sit down on the edge of the bed while I
show you how to roll your hose on and attach them to the garter tabs."  AS
I sat she rolled a tan colored stocking up my leg.  It did feel great.
Then she demonstrated hooking the top of the hose to the garter tab.  I did
the next one.  I wasn't nearly as adept as Mom but I managed to get it up
and attached to meet her requirements.  I stood again at her instruction
and now with the little slip barely covering the top of the hose the
sensations were only amplified.  I knees almost buckled but I caught
myself.

"Well dear, what do you think so far?  Are girls clothes still nicer than
boy things?"

"Ah Mom, please.  You shouldn't be doing this to me.  I'm a boy.  I can
never be a girl."

"Oh just wait till I finish before you pass judgment on yourself.  Wait
till you see this skirt and top I found for you.  I know your going to just
love it.  I really wanted you to have your own thing to dress up in.  You
need something for your own age group and I had a ball shopping for you
today.  These are all yours.  Now here, look at this skirt, isn't it to die
for.  The white you can wear with anything and the pleats will give a
little accent to your hips."

I stepped into the pleated skirt and Mom zipped it up the back and buttoned
me into it.  It really felt great over the slip and I now saw the reason
for the short slip.  The skirt was certainly a "mini" on me as it ended a
good two inches above the knee.  I knew from the other side what this
little number would do to boys.  With my legs in the silky confines of the
nylons and topped off with the white pleated skirt I knew I was hot even if
I couldn't appreciate it in the mirror yet.

I was still admiring my sexy legs under the skirt in silence when Mom began
slipping the pink satin top over my head and arms.  Once in place I looked
down to see the shiny satin top in hot pink.  There were no sleeves and the
neck line was embroidered as it dipped in the front to modest levels.  The
fit was perfect with the tail just meeting the waistline of the skirt.  The
padding of the bra gave the appearance of barely developing breasts of a
girl my age and made the front of the satin top hang out somewhat in the
front.  Oh how I wanted a mirror now.

Then Mom dropped a pair of pink flats that matched the top in front of me.

"Here, try these on.  I think they should fit you."

I slid my feet into the pink flats and she was right.  They fit just
perfectly, snug but not to tight.  Now as I peered down my front all I
could see was the makings of a girl.

"OK Mom, We're done.  Now can I get out of this outfit."

"Done?  Dear we have just begun.  There's a lot more to being a girl than
just a few clothes although I must say you do really look nice already.
Now come on to my room so I can finish," she said as she drug me by the
hand into her room where she had the mirror to her vanity covered with a
sheet.

She sat me down in front of the covered mirror and said, "Now just a touch
of make-up and then will do your hair."

She pulled out a feathery feeling brush and dipping it in a powder pot
brushed it lightly all over my face.  Then another brush as a pink red was
brushed onto my cheek bones.  Then without a word she was painting my lips
with a pink paint brush.  "There, just a little color.  I'm glad you quit
bawling.  There's nothing worse that red swollen eyes on a girl."

"Mom please, stop now."

"No dear, you'll just have to humor me till I finish.  Now I think your
hairs dry enough for a little styling."

My hair was almost to my shoulders.  The natural blonde color was also the
reason I had little visible, if any, hair on my body.  But it now presented
Mom with the clay she wanted to mold a girls hair style for her son.  She
soon had a hot curling iron wrapping my hair and forming large cylindrical
curls all around my head from the crown to the neck line.  As soon as she
put the curling iron down she started with a brush, pick and a can of hair
spray.

"Mom please, I have to go out again and I can't be seen in a bunch of
curls."

"Oh don't worry this will all wash out.  But if you want to be a girl
you'll be doing this every morning.  You could really use a cut and perm.
Then we could really style your hair and keep it in a while."

"No thanks, I just want this over with."

With the hair finished to Mom's satisfaction she picked up to pink pearl
earrings and clipped them to my ear lobes.  The she hung a matching pendant
around my neck suspended by a fine gold chain.  Then a gold bracelet was
clamped over my left wrist.

"Really Mom, Aren't you taking this whole thing a little to far.  Yea so I
tried your panties and bra on a couple of times, that doesn't mean I'm a
girl or want to be a girl.  You know I'm a boy and could never be your
daughter.  Maybe it's you who need some consoling."

"I think that's about enough out of you for the moment.  If you want to
discuss your secret activities with me that's fine but let's be honest
about it.  Now tell me truthfully if you can, How often were you putting my
clothes on?  How dressed did you really get?  Didn't you do it to pretend
to be a girl?"

I was shocked.  She seemed to know a lot more about my secrets than I ever
thought she did.

"Now my dearest daughter, please stand up while I unveil to the world,
"Bobbi", the prettiest girl in Harbor View."  With that pronouncement she
flung the sheet covering the mirror off and I was looking at the girl I had
never been able to see but always felt was there.  My mouth with the pretty
light pink lips dropped open.  My truly girlish face was framed by blonde
curls which fell to my shoulders.  My bangs consisted of one large half
cylinder of blonde curls.  The hair was being held off my face and ears by
a pink ribbon that separated my bangs from the rest of my hair and
disappeared under the hair just behind my ears.  There was absolutely no
trace of a Boy or Bobby anywhere to be found in the mirror.  Emotion welled
up from deep within me as it pushed tears out the corners of my eyes.  I
didn't know what to feel.  Was I mad because Bobby had disappeared?  Was I
so happy to finally be Bobbi?  Was I mad, glad, embarrassed, happy, sad?
My knees buckled as Mom was there to keep me from complete collapse on the
floor.

"Please, Bobbi, don't cry.  Are you OK?  Never tell me you couldn't be a
girl.  You can be anything you want to be I just wanted you to see for
yourself.  Please don't be mad at me."

"Oh Mom," I sobbed, "I think I'm happy.  I don't know.  I can't believe
what you did.  Look at me Mom I am pretty aren't I?"  I fell into her arms
with tears running down my cheeks.  I had never felt so close to her as I
did at that very moment.  She held me tightly and comforted me and I knew
tears were trickling from her eyes as well.


Part II

Mom had discovered my other self and after I could admit my own desires to
her a flooding of relief had washed over me.  I sat with her on the bed
clinging to her as never before and feeling completely free.  Here I was
clad in the white pleated mini skirt and pink satin top with all the
wonderful silky things on underneath.  My hair lay in blonde curls and my
face glowed with the light coat of make-up.

Mom broke the reverie, "OK Bobbi, you better go down and sit in the front
room while I finish getting ready.  Then my beautiful daughter and I are
going to make her debut in the world of girls."

"Ooo__ K, Mo-m," I stammered as I regained the bones in my legs sufficient
to stand.  I headed out the door and down the stair case.  I watched as my
nylon clad legs ending in the pink flats descended the stairs.  The swish
of the skirt and petty slip against my thighs produced chills up and down
my body.  I went to the living room as directed and was careful to hold the
skirt as I sat down on the chair.  The skirt rode up and just barely
covered the lace of the stocking tops and lacy garter tabs holding them up.
I knew I would have to keep my legs crossed unless I wanted everyone to see
the frills I wore underneath.  I couldn't resist running my hands over the
satin blouse and sending electric tingles through the satiny top, camisole
and lacy cupped bra I wore.  I was lost in believing that I really was a
girl.  I knew dressed as I was I would turn the head of any boy I choose.
I silently compared myself to all the girls in my class.  I could not bring
to mind any who were better looking, any who were sexier.  Jenny had bigger
breasts but I adored the contour of my chest in the satiny blouse.

I was still sitting on the chair when Mom came down the steps and handed me
a sweater and purse.  "Here," she said, "My darling daughter may need these
this evening before we get back."

All of a sudden it hit me!  Mom expected me to go out with her dressed as
her daughter.  No, I couldn't do that.  I'd be seen as a boy in girls
clothes and underwear.  "Mom, I can't go out like this.  What will people
think.  What if someone I know sees me.  No, Mom I can't leave the house
like this."

"Bobbi, no one is ever going to believe your anything but a lovely teen
girl out with her Mother.  Honey, look at yourself.  Do you see Bobby
anywhere in there?  You fought me about getting dressed, I hope your not
going to give me a problem with this.  I can drag you out and make sure
everyone knows you are really my son in dresses."

I knew Mom could drag me out.  I had already lost the battle for control
when she held me down and slipped the pink satin panties up around my
bottom.  Without a word I reluctantly took the pink sweater and white purse
from her and turned towards the door to the rest of my life as my Mother's
daughter.

I went out the door for the very first time in a short pleated white mini
skirt.  The evening breeze swept over my legs and up my skirt.  A coolness
that I had never felt before caressed my silky nylon covered legs and
satiny covered butt.  My Mother was very perceptive of my reactions and
said, "My, my, are we feeling new things.  The breeze under your skirt may
feel good tonight but wait until winter gets here and you'll see why girls
wear slacks."

Without thinking I blurted out, " Mom, I'd wear skirts and dresses all the
time regardless of the weather if I always look this good."

I realized what I had just said and my face flushed crimson.  I stammered,
"I mean I think girls really look nice in skirts & dresses.  If I were
really a girl I'd only wear them.  Mom I don't think we should do this.
Someone will find out and I won't be able to be seen in this whole town
again."

I opened the car door and suddenly remembered how Mom got in and out of the
car.  I turned and sat on the seat with my legs out the open car door.  I
smoothed the skirt under me as I sat.  I then proceeded to swing my legs
into the car in front of me.  Mom, saw all this and said, "My goodness you
did that so lady like I can't believe it.  And quit worrying so much about
being recognized as Bobby."

Mom drove us to the mall and said, "I thought we could eat at one of the
restaurants in the mall and still have some time to shop."

"But Mom, I can't go in there.  All the kids from school hang out here.  I
know someone is going to see me, please."  Tears started to form in the
corner of my eyes.  I couldn't do this.  I was a boy and I'd be humiliated
to be recognized by class mates dressed like a girl.

"Bobbi, no one is going to recognize you.  Now stop it before you ruin your
make-up."

My pleading feel on deaf ears as I reluctantly followed Mom into the mall.
I walked with my head down yet trying to make sure I wasn't going to run
into someone I knew.  I could imagine how I appeared with my head down and
shoulders slumped.  I had seen those type of girls with no self esteem and
confidence.  I know knew exactly how they felt.  Mom picked a restaurant
close to the entrance and as we were ushered to a table I felt some relief
in being able to hid in the booth.  As I slid into the booth my short skirt
rode up exposing my slip and nylon tops.

Mom took note and said, "Honey, you better fix your skirt before your
panties are in full view of everyone.  And stop that slouching.  It really
detracts from you."

I flushed bright pink as Mom's words stung me and I hurriedly adjusted my
short skirt to provide as much modesty as possible.  "Mom, don't you think
this skirt is a little short?  I mean the girls who wear there skirts this
short are not the nicest girls in school."

"My, my, aren't we style conscious all of a sudden."

"Oh Mom, please don't tease me.  I know I'm going to die before we get
home."

We ordered and, shockingly to me, the waitress paid no special attention to
me except to say she really like my sweater.  We had finished and as I sat
with my back to the entrance I didn't see him coming.  All of a sudden
there was Mr. Yost, my principal, standing at our table.  He was making
contact with my Mother and ask her, "How are you this evening Mrs. Gordon?"

"Oh Mr. Yost," she responded, "Just fine and how are you tonight?  You know
I've been meaning to call you about Bobby."

"Oh really, well Bobby seems to be doing fine in school.  Is there
something specific your concerned about?"

"Oh, goodness no.  I was just going to ask if he might be excused on the
day next week that the take-your-daughter-to-work-day.  You know I'm a
single Mother and without a male role model to guide Bobby I thought it
would be a good experience for him to attend my work with me."

"Well, it's a bit unusual.  However, I don't see anything preventing it as
long as he fulfills the requirements the other girls have too.  Have him
stop by my office Monday and I'll explain the requirements."

"Why thank you Mr. Yost.  I'm sure he'll be elated."

Having ignored me up to this point, I wanted to melt into the seat before I
was discovered.  But to no avail, as Mr. Yost turn his attention to me.  He
was studying my face./ I knew he knew.

But he said, " I don't believe I know this young lady.  Do you attend our
school with Bobby?"

I couldn't speak.  Mom interrupted, "Oh sorry Mr. Yost.  This is my niece
from upstate, Tiffany, my sister's girl.  She's the same age as Bobby and
her parents took a short trip so she's staying with us for awhile.  We
decided to have a girls night out, so we left Bobby at home."

Mr. Yost was really inspecting me.  I was sure he knew.  But then he smiled
and said, "Well I certainly see the family resemblance.  Tiffany, if your
in town for awhile I hope you'll visit our school.  What grade are you in?"

"I ...I ... I'm in 9th", I stammered still with my head down.

"Well do come visit us with Bobby sometime.  Since your both in the 9th
grade you should get along well."

"OK, maybe I will If I have time while I here."

After a few pleasantries, Mr. Yost left and Mom prepared to leave.


"Mom, what are you doing?  He knew who I was.  I could tell.  Oh, Mom what
am I going to do?  If he tells anyone, I'm dead meat"

"Tiffany, he didn't know anything.  Now quit it right now and act like a
lady instead of a spoiled little brat.  I told you know one would know you.
Now let's get going, we've got a lot of stops to make."

I slid out of the booth and started to follow Mom out of the restaurant
when she suddenly stopped.  She turned to me and said, "We better use the
facilities here before we leave.  Your make-up needs some attention and you
had better relieve yourself before we get moving."

I did feel the need to pee and without acknowledging her comments followed
her to the "LADIES ROOM".  Oh no, that's right where would I go.  I
couldn't very well get into the boy's room dressed like this.  Well I
entered the interscantum of the ladies private world with much hesitation.
Wow was this different.  The room was actually two different rooms.  This
room looked like a den with overstuffed couch a dresser top and large
mirrors on all the walls.  The room was done in soft pastels with flowered
wall paper.  The second room contained individual stalls with privacy doors
on all of them and a line of sinks again with mirrors.  Boy this was a far
cry from the Men's rooms with barren porcelain fixtures, sloppy sinks and
few if any mirrors.

"Tiffany, go ahead and use the stall.  Remember to put the cover over the
toilet seat before you use it.  Then flush it when your done."

I headed straight in to grab an unoccupied stall to hid in and relieve
myself.  As I closed the door behind me I found the dispenser for seat
covers.  Something else I had never experienced in a Men's room.  I put the
cover on the seat a knew I would have to slide my panties down and try to
hold my skirt and slip up to sit and pee.  I also knew I had to do it like
a girl.  I couldn't imagine how to get my penis out of the panties while
standing and then have the noise of my urine splashing into the bowl.  So I
slid the panties down and bunched my slip and skirt up in my arms and
lowered myself to the seat.  AS I relieved myself I spotted another
dispenser on the wall.  I wondered what it was.

I wiped my pee and stood and pulled my panties up and dropped my skirt.  I
went to the dispenser and it read "Sanitary Napkins."  Well I figured these
must be to wipe your hands so I pushed the lever and out popped a kotex
pad.  I was terror struck.  I was sure everyone in the place had heard the
noise of the dispenser operation and here was a Kotex staring me in the
face.  I quickly grabbed the pad and stuffed it in my purse.  I could get
rid of it later, right now I just wanted to escape.  I exited and ran right
into a girl from school.  She was a year ahead of me and I didn't know her
well.  I hoped she didn't know me.  "Excuse me," I mumbled.

"Oh, sorry", she said as she looked directly at me.  "Do I know you?  You
look familiar to me but I just can't place you.  Do you go to Meadow
Brook?"

I was trapped.  Mustering my best girlish voice again I mumbled, "Oh I
don't think so.  I don't live around here."

With that she turned and headed to the outer room saying, "Well they say
everyone has a twin.  Maybe I've met yours."

As I entered the outer room the girl, I think her name was Carol, was
fixing her make-up one of the mirrors.  Mom was waiting for me in the far
corner as I walked toward her the girl turned back to me and said, "Oh
honey you better fix your skirt or everyone is going to see those sexy pink
panties."  She walked directly up behind me and pulled my skirt and slip
out of the waist band of my panties.  I was ready to die, even if I had
been a girl I would have been humiliated.  But for her to see my panties,
what else might I have had on display for them?

Mom then said, "Oh Tiffany, you had better be a little more careful.  Thank
you for your concern and fixing hi....s her skirt."

Oh God please Mom.  Don't expose me now, not in front of her.

Carol didn't seem to pick up on Mom's error and simply said "Anytime", and
left the room.

Mom then said, "Fix your lipstick and you better powder your nose so we can
get going."

I did so and we exited the rest room heading down the mall to the
department store.  The cosmetics isles clogged the entrance way with sales
girls for every product line pushing various products in your face.  I was
hoping to clear this area without incident when Mom said to one of the
girls, "Oh you know I think my daughter should get some make-up advice on
the right shades for her complexion.  If your doing analysis maybe you
could help her.  Her Tiffany, come sit down here and see what she thinks."

I reluctantly climbed onto the stool as the girl started immediately on her
sales pitch.  "Oh my you have such a pretty complexion.  You don't really
need much make-up but I have a few things here that will really bring out
that pretty face.  Here, first let's get this make-up off with our special
moisturizing cream.  If you start now with these products you can keep that
young beautiful complexion for years."

With that she set about removing all the make-up Mom as so arduously
applied earlier.  I was frightened.  I knew when she had all the paint
removed she see a boy in a skirt sitting there.  The stool was high and I
was having trouble keeping still on the satin of my panties and slip.  It
was impossible to cross my legs and I could feel my skirt riding up as I
struggled to keep my legs together.  Mom was nearby browsing the other
counters and the sales girl kept up a gibberish while she worked on my
face.

That's when I saw them.  Three boys, two of them from my class huddled
together a discrete distance away.  They were whispering to one another and
then one pointed directly at me.  I realized what was happening
immediately.  They were looking up my skirt at my pink pantied crotch.  I
quickly squeeze my legs together and as a result almost went tumbling off
the high stool.  I turned crimson and the boys all saw my predicament and
began to laugh and point.  The girl grabbed me to keep me from falling
completely on the floor and turned to give the three boys a glare that
quickly sent them on there way still laughing and talking about the hot
little number who showed them everything under her skirts.

It seemed like an eternity but finally she pronounced her creation finished
and spun my chair so I faced the mirror.  I was aghast.  She had turned me
in to a real girl.  The girl staring back at me from the mirror was
stunning.  I couldn't believe what the proper application of make-up could
do for a girl until that very moment.  I almost cried as I sat in stunned
silence.

The girl turned to Mom and said, "What do you think of your daughter now?"

"My you've done wonders with her.  Those colors are just perfect for her.
It's like she's not wearing make-up, but she's absolutely glowing," Mom
replied.  "Please put the whole package together for her.  I've told her
time and time again she needed different make-up, but you know how stubborn
these girls can get at times.  What do you think Tiffany?"

"I ahh .., It's nice," I stammered.

The sales clerk packaged up bottles, tubes and jars ringing up a $100.00
plus sale.  As we took our package she said, "Tiffany, please do come back.
If you need any help just drop by and we'll help you get started using
these for yourself."

Mom thanked her and said, "OK now let's have some real fun.  Let's raid the
JR's department.  Can't be taking my daughter to work in rags."

I had resigned myself to her will and was still mesmerized by the make-up
transformation as I followed with her towards the girl's department.  Our
track took us through the lingerie department and without hesitation Mom
stopped abruptly right in the sea of satins and lace in every shade and hue
imaginable.  Without even waiting for my opinion or comments she had an
armload of satiny brief style panties with matching bras.  She had two
different length petty slips and matching camisoles.  Then without a word
she picked two lacy garter belts one in pink the other in white matching
two of the panty & bra sets.

"Mom," I whispered in a harsh tone for a whisper, "Please, I'm only going
to pretend for one day.  I don't want all this.  Remember I'm your son not
your daughter."

"Oh, Tiffany, really now.  I thought we had this all worked out.  You need
to explore your feelings and these are just to help you.  No one is going
to force you to do anything you don't want to do."

What could I say?  She did know things about he son that were strange and
hadn't I just hours before confirmed all her suspicions?  Soon we were in
the JR's department and I was in and out of more dresses, skirts and
blouses than one could imagine.  Every cute little skirt was examined by
Mom and then she'd elicit my opinion.  By this time I was really feeling
like a school girl and was adamant about expressing my opinions to Mom.
Before we were finished the difference in our tastes was apparent.  Mom
wanted to see her boy girl in demure soft pastels and flowered prints while
I was into the hot stuff that I knew would turn the boys inside out.  She
liked the mid-calf rayon flowered skirt while I opted for the short black
pleated mini skirt.  We did compromise on the one flowered cotton sun
dress.  She loved the knee length yellow flowered print.  I loved the full
skirt that billowed emphasizing the hips when a full slip was added under
it.

AS we left the mall we were both loaded down with packages to outfit the
teen girl from the inside out including pink sneakers, oxfords, two pair of
flats and a pair of nice dress heels.  I couldn't believe what had
transpired with the last few hours.  I was no longer walking with my head
down and shoulders drooping .  I walked like an extremely happy young lady
unable to suppress a wide smile in a perfectly made up face and soft
tresses of blond hair in curls.

We were about to exit the mall when I spotted the voyeurs from the
encounter at the cosmetics department.  They spotted me to and one gave a
wolf whistle as they whispered to one another.  I thought OK you little
punks, wouldn't you be surprised if you did get in my panties.  I know
that's what they're talking about, getting in that hot girl's panties.
Well I just gave them a big smile and a wink and turned quickly enough to
have my skirt flip and give them one more peak at the treasure they lusted
after.  As I turned away from them I kept my head turned back over my
shoulder towards them giving them a big wink and pursing my lips in a big
kiss.  Then quickly I was out the door and Mom and I were settled into the
car for our trip home.

"Tiffany, I don't know when I've had more fun than this evening.  I know
now why I've always wanted a daughter.  It's probably better I didn't
though.  I don't think I could afford all the enjoyment of tonight to many
times.  Thank you for being my daughter tonight.  You'll never know what it
has meant to me."

"Ah Mom, I kind of liked it too.  I just don't know why you bought all this
stuff.  It's beautiful but I'll never be able to use it."

"Well we'll see what happens.  Don't think I didn't see that big flirt with
those boys at the mall either.  Good girls don't do those things."

"Mom, you should have seen what they did while I was getting my face done.
They were looking up my skirt.  I know that one from school and since he
didn't recognize me I decided to teach him a lesson.  They'll all be
fighting about who the little hot number was flirting with in the mall.  I
hope I see them in school.  I'll stir the controversy between them some
more."

"Well little girl you better be careful what your doing.  Your life at
school would be extremely difficult if they learned Tiffany's real
identify."

We rode the rest of the way home in idle chatter.  We took all of the
packages into the house and at Mom's instructions deposited them all on my
bed.  Mom moved quickly straightening my closet and drawers to make room
for all Tiffany's new clothes.  As I sat watching her hang and pack I
wondered again what was I doing?  I loved the outfit I had on and I loved
the beautiful girl I saw in my dresser mirror.  I didn't want it to end.  I
wished I could really be a girl.  But I knew it was too late for me.
Everyone knew Bobby, Mom's son.

I undressed that night and took a warm scented bubble bath.  Wrapped in a
fluffy towel I headed to my room to don my boy PJ's and curl up for the
night.  As I entered my room Mom was sitting on the edge of my bed awaiting
my return.

"Bobby," she said, " I have something special here for you.  You don't have
to take it if you don't want, but I miss Tiffany already."

With that said she held out the most gorgeous set of pink satin and lace
baby doll style nighty I had ever seen.  Just seeing it sent chills up my
back and goose bumps covered my legs.  I want to run and wrap my arms
around the lovelies but I hesitated.  "I , I, I" I stammered.

"I'm sorry honey.  I guess I was just getting carried away with everything
that's happened today.  Of course you don't have to wear these things.  I
don't know what I was thinking."

"No, Mom.  I want them.  They're beautiful.  At least in my own bed no one
but you and I will ever know."  With that said I took the proffered nighty
and matching panties and slipped them on.  Once again I had regained the
girlish feeling and the smile on Mom's face said everything.  That night I
drifted off to sleep in the luxury of the satin & lace nighty and my dreams
spun wildly through my subconscious mind.  The beautiful & sexy teen girl
with Jason running his hands over my breasts and bottom.  Fighting to keep
his hands out of my panties.  Deep long kisses where his tongue slipped
between my warm pink lips.

END PART TWO:

LOOK FOR PART III WHEN DISCOVERY OF TIFFANY AND HER SEXUAL AWAKENING
TRANSPIRE.