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"I Made my Son a Girl!" #14
by Judigirl3@aol.com
"A Pageant for Boys"
"Oh Susan, you should be so proud of Jamie. He is such a girl!" I
couldn't help but smile as I heard the normally reserved and very
professional head mistress of the Briar Cliff School for Girls sing the
praises of my lovely son, Jamie. Karen Chandler had called to tell me
that Jamie not only finished first academically in his seventh grade =
class
but that he was also voted the most popular girl in his class. Jamie =
had
already told me this when he came home from school two days ago, but I
said, "Why thank you, Karen. I must really give you all the credit for
helping Jamie to become a sweet and properly behaved little girl. I =
just
love Briarcliff for what they have accomplished". "Oh Susan", she
replied, "it is mothers like you that make our task at Briarcliff so =
much
easier. When Jamie came here a year ago it was apparent to all of us =
that
he was perfectly feminized by a wise and loving mother." I thanked =
Karen
and told her that Jamie's training as a girl would continue through the
summer break and that I expected him to be as excited as any young =
school
girl about his second year at Briarcliff. Karen continued, "Susan, I =
want
you to know that one of the mothers of a '96 Briarcliff grad is putting =
on
a special pageant for "special" boys and I think that Jamie would have a
very good chance of winning first prize. Do you think that you might be
interested?" "Really"?, I replied. "How fascinating, Karen! Please =
tell
me more!!" Karen responded, "Well Susan, it is going to be held at =
Emily
Townsend's beautiful home in Winnetka, Illinois, right on Lake Michigan. =
Her son Amy just graduated from Briarcliff and Emily wanted to have a
farewell gathering for him and his friends. Emily remembers you and =
Jamie
from the mother's meeting and wondered if it would be possible for the =
two
of you to attend". "Oh yes, Karen", I said. "Please do tell her that =
we
are interested.." I thanked Karen for the wonderful things she said =
about
Jamie and told her that I would be anxiously awaiting a letter from =
Emily
Townsend.
Upon hanging up the telephone, I called my son into the living room.=20
Jamie had stayed up late watching Cinderella on a video, and at 9:00 in
the morning he was still in his white satin lace nightie. He ran over =
to
me an gave me a sweet hug. I kissed my son on the cheek and said, "My,
my, don't we look pretty this morning?" I noticed that he has painted =
his
finger and toe nails a pretty pink color the evening before and he was =
the
picture of innocent femininity in his silky night gown and dainty =
panties.
"Jamie dear", I said, "I just talked to Headmistress Chandler and =
you'll
never guess what she told me". "What did she say, mother"?, Jamie =
asked.=20
"She told me that there is going to be a beauty contest honey, and that
she thinks that you are pretty enough to win". "But mother, I can't be =
in
a contest with real girls", Jamie exclaimed. "Oh don't be silly dear.=20
You are more of a girl than any girl I know. Besides sweetheart, this =
is
going to be a beauty pageant for boys like you, who are being raised as
girls". Jamie's little eyes lit up and he said, "Oh mother, do you =
really
think I can win?". I hugged him again and said, "Sweet girl, we are =
going
to make you the lovliest little princess at the pageant. Now go and put
your dress on and come and help me set the table. Your aunt Debbie and
cousin Stephanie are coming for lunch".
Jamie returned to his room and came back down attired in his light blue
dress with the peter pan collar and lovely smocking. He looked
beautiful, and as so often happens, my eyes filled with tears at seeing =
my
gentle son looking so pretty and girlish. Seeing his sweet innocence, I
thought, as I have so often thought, "Jamie was meant to be my daughter
and nature's making him a boy was simply a mistake that needed to be
corrected". I have no regrets about changing Jamie into a girl. His
little skirt swished as he walked and since being at Briarcliff with so
many real girls, he behaves just like a girl. I said, "Jamie dear, =
start
setting the table now". Jamie smiled and began putting out our best =
china
in the proper setting as he had learned at Briarcliff. As he sashayed
around our dining room, setting the table , I wanted to sweep him up in =
my
arms and hug him, and tell him that he is always going to be my little
girl. I will never let this darling child be a boy again. A knock on =
the
door brought me out of my dream world. It was Debbie and Stephanie. =
They
entered our home in their lovely summer frocks and almost simultaneously
said to Jamie, "Oh Jamie, what a lovely dress"! Debbie picked Jamie up,
smoothed his skirts and said, "How is my favorite little niece today?"=20
Jamie just blushed and said, "Fine thank you, Aunt Debbie". Stephanie, =
a
real girl, then said, "Jamie, let's go to your room. I want to play =
with
your newest dolls". I just knew she would do that. Jamie has the =
largest
doll collection of anyone I know. Ever since I bought him his first
Barbie, he has loved playing with dolls. So the two girls were off in a
flash to play their girlish games.
I told Debbie about the headmistresses call and the forthcoming beauty
pageant for boys. She got quite excited and said, "Oh Susan, let him
enter. Jamie is so pretty. He will win for sure". "Oh I don't know
Susan, there are lots of pretty boys and some of the boys will be =
brought
by their mothers from all over the country". "Don't be silly Susan", =
said
Debbie. "Have you taken a good look at your son lately? He is totally =
a
girl. He is beautiful, Susan, and when you have him in a pretty dress,
there is not a soul in the world that would guess that he is a boy".=20
Debbie then said, "Susan, Stephie and I will go with you and the three =
of
us should be able to get Jamie looking so gorgeous that he will be the
prettiest girl there." Soon the light lunch which Jamie and I had
prepared was ready and I called the girls. The two came bounding down =
the
stairs hand in hand with two of Jamie's prettiest dolls. Debbie said, =
"Oh
girls, those dolls are beautiful. Which one is your favorite Jamie"?=20
Jamie smiled and said, "I love my Rapunzel doll that I bought at the =
Doll
Show most of all". Debbie took the doll gently from Jamie, held her up
and said, "I can see why dear. She has long blong hair just like =
yours".=20
Jamie hugged his aunt and I said, "Honey, would you like to serve the
quiche now? Let mommy tie your pretty lace apron on you so you don't
spill on your dress". I put the apron on my boy and he proceeded to =
serve
lunch to our guests like a perfect little girl. After dinner, we all
exchanged hugs and we said goodbye to Debbie and Stephanie. Debbie =
waved
as she walked to their car, saying, "Be a good girl for your mother, =
Jamie
dear". Jamie curtsied and said, "I will Aunt Debbie". I thought, "Oh,
how I love my prettily dressed boy. He is such a young lady". =20
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=20
=20
Three days later a letter regarding the Lake Michigan Beauty Pageant for
Boys was in our mailbox. I torn open the pink, perfumed envelope and
began to read. Here is a copy of the letter.
Dear Susan,
As you know, I recently chatted with Karen Chandler about my hosting a
beauty pageant for boys. I understand that you would like to have your
precious Jamie participate. Amy and I would be delighted to have you
come. The contest will be at my home on June 15 and we do look forward =
to
seeing which boy will become the first "Little Miss Briarcliff". Please
plan to arrive the evening of the 14th.
=
=20
Cordially yours,
=
=20
Emily Townsend
My sister, niece, Jamie and I immediately began making plans to fly to
Chicago. Further correspondence with Emily - hr-cn021.jpg (1/1) for =
Jarow
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Subject: TG "I Made my Son a Girl"! #15
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"Little Miss
Briarcliff"
"Debbie, hand me a bobby pin please", I said frantically to my sister. =
It
was only one hour before Jamie was supposed to be in the ballroom of the
Townsend mansion for the start of the Little Miss Briarcliff Pageant. =
My
sister Debbie, Jamie's cousin Stephanie and I, were trying to get my son
ready for the contest and the room was full of the sweet frargrance of
perfume, hair spray and girlish chatter. Before us sat an eleven year =
old
boy prettily outfitted in a white silk blouse and a pleated navy skirt.=20
On his stocking clad feet he was wearing shiny black patent leather =
shoes
with the prettiest bows. The boy was my son Jamie, whom I have
deliberately changed into a little girl. Delicate lace peeked out from
under his skirt for my son was also put into a very expensive, hand
embroidered satin slip that would be the delight of any feminine child.=20
Closest to his body was his pretty white lace training bra and satin
panties, both of which were adorned with little ribbons and bows. We =
were
determined that he would be just picture perfect for the opening segment
of the pageant in which the boys would be decked out in their school =
girl
uniforms. As I brushed his long blonde hair, and carefully placed bobby
pins in it to hold it in place, Debbie began applying a lovely shade of
red to his lips. Meanwhile his thirteen year old cousin was giving
Jamie's nails one more coat of polish that matched his lipstick. "Hold
still little girl while I make your nails all pretty", I heard Stephanie
say to my son. The poor dear was having to learn to be patient like a
girl as we prettied him up. Jamie felt so pampered and so utterly =
girlish
that any thought of being a boy was next to impossible. As we continued =
to
feminize my lovely child, he asked, "Mother, is being a young lady as =
much
fun as being a little girl?". I smiled at my son and said, "Yes dear.=20
Being a young lady is better than being a male". "Will I grow up to be =
a
woman, mother"?, Jamie asked. I responded, "Yes, honey, you will be a
lovely woman but right now lets concentrate on making you a pretty =
little
girl. Do not be thinking about anything else, dear! Just concentrate =
on
being a little lady and perhaps you will win the college scholarship for
being 'Little Miss Briarcliff".
"Now stand up Jamie, and let us take a look at you!", I commanded. =
Jamie
stood and held out his skirt, as my sister, Stephanie and I admired our
handiwork. Looking at my son, if I didn't know that he was a boy, I =
would
never have guessed. Jamie was the very image of innocent, girlish
femininity and any mother would be proud to have him as a daughter. I
said, "Girls, let's walk on over to the contest". I handed Jamie a =
little
navy blue clutch purse within which was his lipstick and makeup, in case
he needed to freshen up in the ladies room later on. The three of us =
knew
that my son had a very excellent chance of winning the pageant and the
full scholarship that accompanied it. As we walked to the elaborately
decorated ballroom in Emily Townsend's spacious home, we began to notice
the other boys who were entered in the contest. All were attired in =
sissy
school girl uniforms that they were made to wear either in the all =
girl's
private schools that they attended or at home where they were home
schooled by their mothers. None of the children attended public schools
as their mothers did not want to expose them to boys and boyish =
behavior.=20
Looking at the faces of the mothers, I have never seen a group of =
prouder
and more confident women than these. All were well to do, being able to
send their children to the best prep schools and all were fully secure =
in
their conviction that it is more advantageous to be a woman in today's
society. Consequently, they were not ashamed of dressing and treating
their sons as girls but were unanimot mind being the youngest because =
they
spoiled me and taught me all about being a girl. When I am home from
school we all play dress up and they treat me just like a sister. We do
each other's hair and have so much fun together. I hope to grow up to =
be
just like my mother and sisters". "Oh Sara, that is wonderful", =
responded
Ms. Rogers. The audience clapped as Sara walked off the stage and the
next little boy came out. It was Laura Ann, and Lisa and I immediately
reached for each other's hand. Laura Ann was asked his question by =
Susie
Merritt, a top fashion model from New York. She smiled and said, "Laura
Ann dear, "What do you like best about being a little girl"? Laura Ann
put her little hand to her mouth and then replied, I like being a girl
because girls can wear dresses. It is such fun to play dress up and =
help
mom with the chores. Mother loves me in my dresses so I like being a =
girl
so I can wear them. My Alice in Wonderland blue pinafore dress is my
favorite outfit. I don't want to be a boy anymore because boys can't =
wear
pretty clothes". After saying that the little sweetheart blew a kiss to
his mother. Lisa seemed thrilled, but I wasn't sure what to think. =
Just
yesterday Lisa had told me that Laura Ann hated being a girl and wearing
dresses. Now he was saying that he loved them. Was his boyish spirit
really broken or was he saying this to avoid his mother's plan to change
him into a girl? =20
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=20
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Julie Peterson was called next and Julie's question came from Evelyn
Brooks, the headmistress of a Vermont Girl's Finishing School that also
accepted feminized boys. Emily had opened the "Little Miss Briarcliff"
Pageant to other schools at the insistence of her friend Evelyn. She =
asked
Julie, "Dear, as a boy who has learned to love being a girl, what
suggestions would you give to mother's whose sons are not as as willing =
as
you are to be their mother's daughters and wear dresses? Julie thought
for a moment and said, "I would tell the mothers not to give up too
easily. I hated wearing girl's clothes when mother first sent me to
Briarcliff but after being forced to wear dresses every day, I began to
like them. Dresses really are much prettier than boy's clothes and much
more comfortable. I never had lots of friends as a boy but everyone =
loves
me now that I am a girl, Miss Brooks. I think mothers need to dress =
their
boys up pretty and give them lots of love and then their boys will like
being girls". "Why thank you Julie", responded the headmistress. "I =
must
keep that in mind as my three year old gets a bit older. He is already =
in
dresses and I must give him lots of love so he will enjoy being my =
little
daughter". Chrissy Ann Warren was next and his question was asked by
Sharon Vernon, a feminist council woman from Chicago. She said, =
"Chrissy,
if you are chosen "Little Miss Briarcliff", what will you do to
demonstrate the superiority of girls over boys"? Everyone laughed at =
the
boldness of Ms Vernon's question but almost everyone in attendance was =
of
the opinion that women and girls were indeed superior. Chrissy =
responded,
"I will never act mean or hateful like a boy and I will always be kind =
and
sensitive towards other people. I will show everyone that women and =
girls
are more gentle, loving, caring, and nicer to be with than boys. I will
always dress prettily and never be sloppy like a boy". As he finished =
his
sentence, Chrissy dropped a lovely curtsy and then walked off the stage =
to
the applause of the audience. "What perfectly lovely little boys", I
thought. "I hope Jamie answers as eloquently when he is called". =
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"Crowning the Winner!"
As the judging of the "Little Miss Briarcliff" Beauty Pageant for Boys
continued, there was the sound of excitement in the ballroom. I recall
when I used to try to guess the winner of the Miss America contests, =
and
I knew that everyone was now wondering which of these lovely young boys
would be chosen. The first four finalists looked so beautiful in their
gowns and their answers to the judges questions were so girlishly sweet. =
Emily Townsend asked Beth Simmons of Vogue Magazine to ask the question
for Diane Riggins, the fifth boy who came out. Diane was a pixie of a
boy, only four feet ten at the most, and one could see why his mother
raised him in dresses. He was just too cute to be a boy. Beth smiled =
at
the child and asked, Diane honey, your mother tells us that you just =
adore
playing with dolls? Would you be a dear and tell us why you love =
dolls?=20
Diane thought for a moment and replied, I love playing with dolls =
because
I can dress them in pretty dresses like the kind mother buys for me. I
like to pretend to feed them, change their clothes and comb their hair.=20
Barbie is my favorite because you can style her long hair. I also like
playing with dolls because my mother is so happy when I play with my
Barbies. I like to make mommy happy. Why thank you Diane, responded
Beth. That is very sweet. Diane curtsied and walked to the rear of the
stage. Now there was just one boy left and I held my breath, for it was
Jamie. Emily smiled and said, "Jamie Graham, will you come forward
please?". Jamie waltzed out looking like a living doll. I have never
seen him look so totally stunning. Jamie has that rare beauty that =
causes
everyone to turn their eyes on him when he enters a room. Many boy =
girls
are cute or even pretty, but Jamie has the face and figure to grace the
most elegant woman's magazines. Both men and women stare unabashedly =
when
they see my child and are incredulous when they learn that he is =
actually
a boy. Looking at Jamie, one does not see anything masculine but only
sweet, innocent, girlish beauty. But I am his mother and of course =
speak
from a biased viewpoint. I thought, "Honey, you can win this pageant on
your beauty alone but I do hope that you answer your question well".
For some reason I was expecting that Jamie would be asked a very =
profound
question like "Jamie, if you become Little Miss Briarcliff, how will you
allievate the problem of world hunger? Or Jamie, if you are chosen as
Little Miss Briarcliff, how will you help bring peace to the world?" I
found myself smiling at that thought, as Patricia McKenzie, the fashion
editor of Chicago's leading newspaper asked Jamie about the person who =
is
most important to him. Patricia said, "Jamie, will you please tell us,
'Who is the most important person in your life' and why"? Jamie
responded, "God is the most important person in my life Ms. McKensie, =
but
after God, my mother means the most to me. Oh Jamie, Patricia
interjected, that is so thoughtful. Please continue. Jamie said, "I =
love
my mother so much because she sacrificed so much to raise me by herself. =
She always loved me, bought me pretty clothes and sent me to Briarcliff,
the very best school in all the world. But most of all Miss McKensie, I
love my mother because she made me a girl!" Upon hearing this the =
entire
audience stood up and wildly applauded my son. Jamie was so taken aback
by this sudden adulation that I thought he would trip over his high =
heels
and fall. But the applauding continued, for the audience, looking at =
this
totally beautiful child, just knew that Jamie was exactly what he should
be, a pretty young Miss. Jamie stood there demurely, occasionally
brushing back his long curls from his face, as the applause continued.=20
Finally people began to sit down and it was time for the judges to make
their decision. The six boys were brought back to the center of the =
stage
and immediately grasped each other's hand. They all looked so cute in
their long dresses. I thought, "I do not understand why girls do not =
love
to wear such pretty clothes today. They seem to prefer jeans and baggy
clothes instead of the silks and satins that were the preference of =
their
grandmothers and great grandmothers. Then I smiled to myself as I
thought, "Well, if girls refuse to wear the pretty dresses that their =
sex
entitles them to wear, then mothers might very well have to put their
pretty boys in frilly clothes. Part of the fun of being a mother is
dressing up one's children in pretty dresses and ribbons.. I personally
think that boys should be kept in dresses as children so that they might
learn to be gentle and well behaved like girls.
Finally it was time for the announcement of the winner. Emily Townsend
was handed the judges decision by Patricia McKensie and upon opening the
envelope said, The second runner up is Laura Ann Romero! The audience
applauded appreciatively and Laura Ann was presented with a beautiful
bouquet of flowers and a lovely trophy with a tiny beauty queen in a =
long
gown perched on top. I looked at Lisa and said, "Congratulations dear.=20
Laura Ann did so well." Lisa was so sweet. I knew she wanted her son =
to
be "Little Miss Briarcliff" but she whispered to me, "I am so happy =
Susan,
Laura Ann finished third and Jamie is going to be the winner". Well, I
smiled and squeezed her arm, but I didn't know for sure. All the boys
were so pretty. Then Emily said, "The first runner up is Julie =
Peterson.=20
"Oh my" I thought. Julie has come such a long way since he made a fuss
about having to wear dresses and go to a girl's school on that first day
on the Briarcliff campus. But looking at him now I thought, Not only =
had
he worn dresses every day for an entire year but now he was attired in a
long gown and was the second place winner in a beauty pageant. I'm =
afraid
that Julie is not much of a boy anymore. But I am happy for him as he =
is
most certainly joyful and content in his new feminine role. Looking at
Julie so prettily dressed made me feel so warm inside for I knew that =
this
was one child who would not miss out on the wonders and delights of
femininity. Linda his mother, must be so proud of him. Julie looked
radiant as he received his flowers and trophy and waved to his mother in
the audience. Now there were just four girls left. Who would be =
"Little
Miss Briarcliff?" Would it be Sara, who was forcefully skirted and
petticoated by the nuns; Diane who adored dressing up his little =
Barbies;
Chrissy, who indicated that girls were superior to boys; or my sweet =
girl
Jamie who had the striking beauty of a blond Brook Shields? Emily =
opened
the envelope and with a smiling face said, "The winner of the "Little =
Miss
Braircliff Beauty Pageant for Boys is, Jamie Sue Graham! Well, I can't
tell you how I was overcome with emotion. I along with everyone else =
rose
to my feet and joined in the hearty applause that was given to Jamie.=20
Emily walked over to my son and placed a sparkling diamond tiara on his
head of flowing golden curls. The other boys in the contest walked out =
in
their dresses and gathered around him as he cried sweetly just like the
little girl that he is.
A beautiful white silk and satin robe with was placed around his =
shoulders
and as he tried to hold his tiara in place with one hand and hold the
flowers to his bosom with the other, Jamie began the traditional walk of
beauty queens everywhere. He walked so gracefully in his lovely dress,
placing one high heeled shoe in front of the other. I thought, "The =
real
teen age girls in the audience could probably learn more about being a
proper young lady from my son than from their peers at school who have =
all
too much distain for pretty clothes and radiant femininity. As Jamie =
was
parading before his many admirers I thought, "How very fitting for this
beautiful child to be so prettily attired in a white satin gown, =
billowing
petticoats and darling panties when so many boys who may be equally
beautiful, are condemned to wearing cotton or flannel shirts and
uncomfortable pants during these wonderful years. Many photograpers =
were
present and lots of pictures were taken of Jamie and the two runner's =
up.=20
As Emily Townsend brought the pageant to a close with an invitation for
all to return next year, I saw Linda Peterson coming to greet me from
across the aisle. "Susan" she shouted, "Congratulations! I just knew
that Jamie was going to win. Oh Susan you have made such a girl out of
him. He is so darling. Why thank you Linda, I replied. =
Congratulations
to you too. Julie looks stunning and was right there with Jamie among =
the
finalists. Linda, where did you ever buy his dress? "Susan", Julie
replied, "You are not going to believe this but I made his dress! You
didn't!!!, I replied. Oh Linda, I can't believe it. I didn't realize
that you knew how to sew. Oh yes Susan, after I enrolled Julie at
Briarcliff I realized that we had a lot of catching up to do as mother =
and
daughter and I wanted us be able to share some things together. So I
learned to sew and I am also teaching Julie. He never would have been
caught sewing when he was a boy but now my baby likes nothing better =
than
to slip into a nice dress and sit with me on the couch as we sew =
together.
I feel that it has the effect of making Julie feel more secure in his =
new
girlhood. Aren't you glad that our boys are in dresses, Susan? I just
love it".
Lisa Romero came over too with little Laura Ann holding her hand. I
hugged her and her son and introduced both of them to Linda Peterson.=20
Lisa was so happy that Laura Ann finished third in the voting. I =
thought
to myself, "What fortunate mothers we are. Unlike many families where =
the
boys take after their fathers, our sons take after us. We don't have to
take them shopping for pants and jeans or worry about their going into =
the
male restrooms when we go out to eat. No, our boys are learning to be
girls and we can dress them up prettily just like we did our dolls when =
we
were children. It was nearing 6:00 PM and the Petersons and Jamie and I
were staying another night in Chicago prior to flying back to Madison.=20
Lisa, who was staying at Emily's mansion with her son Laura Ann, =
suggested
that the six of us go out to eat together. We decided to keep the boys =
in
their pageant dresses and dine in a fancy restaurant on Michigan Avenue. =
Emily summoned her chauffeur and we rode in style in a white stretch
limousine to an exclusive German restaurant. During the drive Jamie,
Julie and Laura Ann were gossiping like school girls and we three =
mothers
felt so proud of our transformed sons. Linda Peterson was beaming and
said, "Susan, it is hard to believe the changes that have taken place in
Julie". Who could have guessed a year ago that my Julie would become my
properly dressed little girl? Julie heard her and smiled saying, =
"Mother,
are you talking about me again"? Linda responded, "Yes dear, I am =
telling
the ladies what a delightful little girl you have become for me". Do =
you
like him better this way, interrupted Lisa"? "Oh yes, Lisa, I love him =
in
dresses. He is my little princess now". Julie smoothed the skirt of =
his
gown and moved his legs closer together just like a girl. He looked so
demure as his mother and Lisa commented on his femininity. Jamie said,
"Mom, when are we going to get there. I'm starved". We are almost =
there
darling, I replied. Lisa, Linda and I smiled, feeling like the luckiest
women alive to have such pretty little girls for sons.
As we walked into the restaurant, all eyes were upon as we were led to =
our
table. We looked like mothers and daughters out for a night on the =
town.=20
Oh, if they only knew that the children with us were boys. I don't know
what would have happened. Fortunately the boys conducted themselves as
young ladies and seemed to feel completely at home in their long =
dresses.=20
As we looked at the elaborate menus, I noticed that all the boys were
wearing nail polish. It looked so becoming on them and added to their
youthful femininity After ordering, Linda put her arm around Julie's
shoulders and whispered, "I am so happy that you are a girl now, Julie.=20
You are the daughter that I always wanted". Lisa smiled and said, "That
is so sweet Linda. I love having my little girl too. You love being a
little girl, don't you Laura Ann"? Laura Ann looked up at me and then
shyly said to his mother, "Yes, mother. I do". "You like what, Laura
Ann"?, Lisa interjected. Speak up honey and tell mother and the ladies! =
I like being a girl, mommy. "I like it a whole lot". Lisa reached =
down
and kissed her son on the cheek. That's good sweetie, because soon you
are going to become a REAL girl. I winced a little upon hearing this. =
I
knew that Lisa was going to have Laura Ann surgically changed but hoped
that her bringing it up would not make Laura Ann or the other boys feel
uncomfortable. Julie asked, "What is going to happen to him, Mrs.
Romero"? Lisa patted Julie on the head and whispered, "He is going to
undergo a little change dear so that he will grow up to be a lovely
woman". We all looked at Laura Ann to see if his mother's statement
troubled him but he seemed just fine. Perhaps he has fully accepted his
fate and will not rebel against the plan to totally feminize him. It
certainly would be a lot easier for Lisa if her child accepted the fact
that he would never be wearing pants again. The food was finally =
brought
out and we all had a wonderful meal as we discussed ther excitement of =
our
sons finishing one, two and three in the pageant.
As Linda and Julie were flying out of O'Hare at the same time as us, the
next afternoon, I talked them into staying with us at our downtown =
hotel.=20
The limo driver dropped us off at the hotel and we said a tearful =
goodbye
to Lisa and her son, knowing that the next time that we saw Laura Ann, =
he
would definitely be a "she". Secretly I was happy for both mother and
son. Lisa would have her daughter and Laura Ann could stop worrying =
about
being discovered as a little boy in dresses. It makes so much sense for
him to become a girl. Perhaps I need to do the same to Jamie. I made a
mental note of discussing this with Linda tonight. The boys sashayed =
into
the hotel lobby in their long dresses. A pretty clerk at the check in
desk spotted them and said, "Oh girls, were you at a wedding today"?=20
Jamie answered saying, "No, we were at a beauty pageant". And how did =
you
do, asked the clerk? Jamie blushed as Linda pointed at him and told the
clerk, "That little girl was chosen as "Little Miss Briarcliff". =
Ohhhhh,
exclaimed the girl. Congratulations! I can see why you won. You are =
so
beautiful". And you are too honey, she said, looking at Laura Ann. "I
was third, Laura Ann said. Oh my goodness, replied the clerk, we have
celebrities staying with us tonight. We are so honored. This made the
boys smile and they felt so proud receiving all the attention. We took
the elevator to the tenth floor and entered our very lavish room. The
boys jumped on the bed and had to be told to take their dresses off =
first
so they didn't ruin them. Soon our darlings were standing in front of =
us
in just their bras and panties. Linda and I winked at one another for =
we
took pleasure in sucessfully feminizing our sons. Many mothers would =
love
to change their boys into girls but are prevented from doing so by their
husbands or in some cases because their boys simply do not have the
temperment to be girls. Linda and I reached into our suitcases and
selected lace trimmed satin nightgowns for our boys. Taking Jamie's bra
off but leaving his panties on, I slipped his pretty pink nightie over =
his
head. Linda did the same to Julie, whose gown was cream colored and
very lacy, and our darlings were set for the night. I sprayed Julie and
Jamie with my Obsession perfume and I can freely say that there were no
males in the room that night. Linda and I were two attractive, somewhat
dominant women, with two femininely dressed sons, whom we dressed and
treated as little girls. It is our desire that Jamie and Julie will =
never
be boys again.
Linda turned on the television and as we watched a very romantic movie,
Julie sat on a chair before Linda and Jamie sat on one in front of me. =
It
was time for the nightly ritual of brushing the long hair of our sons.=20
Jamie's was almost waist length while Julie's was worn in a page boy
style. Jamie played with one of his Barbies as I brushed his hair. =
Jamie
has always loved dolls and I have often thought that he would have been
teased as a sissy if I didn't make him a girl. Our rigid society =
doesn't
allow boys to play with dolls. I think it is sweet when a boy likes
dolls. Jamie loves to dress his Barbies up in pretty outfits and comb
their hair. One time I bought him a "Party girl" Barbie in a pink dress
and went out of my way to find a similar dress for him. When I came =
home
from the store I gave him his Barbie and then put the matching dress on
him. He was so happy to be dressed like his favorite doll and played =
with
her all afternoon. As Linda and I brushed our children's hair, I asked,
"Linda, have you ever thought of going all the way with Julie"? What do
you mean, Susan, she replied. "I mean, have you ever thought that it
might just be easier having him changed into a girl? Well, to be =
honest,
Susan, "I think about it a lot lately. Julie has adjusted so well to
being a girl after a year at Briarcliff that I do not think that he =
could
go back to being a boy again. Not that I would want that, she added. =
Oh
I know, I said. I couldn't stand to think of Jamie as a boy. I hugged =
my
honey to me. You wouldn't want to be a nasty boy, would you Jamie? No
mother, he replied. I want to be a girl like you. Mmmmmm, I kissed him
and said, "I know dear. You are "all girl" and mommy likes you this =
way.=20
Turning to Linda, I said, "You know hon, we don't have much time to make =
a
decision. Soon our sons will be going through puberty and you know the
terrible things that can happen. I don't want my child growing muscles,
having body hair and experiencing changes in his sweet voice. Oh Susan,
you are so right. I am so happy about finally having Julie as my
daughter. I haven't had time to think about those things. What shall =
we
do?
I started to braid Jamie's hair deciding to put him in pigtails for the
trip home. I love pigtails on a boy and tying them in pretty satin
ribbons is so feminizing. As I braided his hair I said to Linda, "Would
you be willing to visit Dr. Williams with me. Evelyn Williams is the
doctor who changed an English family's son into a delightful little =
girl.=20
Julie knows Andrea, don't you darling?, I said. Yes, Mrs. Graham, =
Julie
replied. "I met Andrea when I was at your home for Thanksgiving. He
dressed up as a cowgirl in a long skirt when we played dress up. .=20
That's right dear. You have such a good memory. And you were wearing =
my
wedding dress, weren't you? Julie blushed, remembering how happy he =
was,
dressed as a bride. Did you know that Andrea is a complete girl now,
Julie? Really? I think that is neat, said Julie. Linda smiled and =
said
to me, "I don't know if Julie understands completely what that means,
Susan. Well, I haven't talked much about it with Jamie either but I do
believe that we are going to have to face the reality of the situation.
Unless we take steps now, our boy's bodies are going to betray them and
try to steal away their sweet girlish looks and mannerisms. Linda, =
let's
consider the pluses and the minuses of having our children changed. As =
I
spoke I tied my son's pigtails with pretty pink satin ribbons. I looked
over at Julie and saw that his mother had put his hair up in curlers so =
he
would have a pretty hairdo in the morning. Julie looked so girlish in =
his
pink curlers and satin night gown. Think about it, Linda. What would =
be
the best reasons for making Julie a girl?
Linda became very serious and said, "Susan, the most compelling reason =
is
that I want him to be a girl. I think of Julie as my daughter now and =
the
thought of him being a boy is frightening to me. I feel closer to him =
and
I look forward to teaching him to be a young woman as he approaches his
teenage years. I want a companion to go shopping with, to go to the
theatre with, and to share secrets with. You can't do those things with =
a
boy. If Julie is a girl, I feel we will always be close and I won't =
lose
him. Besides Susan, he is way to pretty to be a boy, don't you agree? =
I
had to agree with her on that. Julie made a splendid girl. As we =
talked
I could tell the boys were listening but they were not saying anything. =
I
wondered what was going through their little minds. I think they feel
much safer in a woman's world and would be scared about being thrust =
into
a world of men that is so far removed from them now. But the decision =
is
not really in their hands. As their mothers, Linda and I will make that
decision for them and at the present moment, I feel rather strongly =
about
Jamie becoming a girl for good. As we chatted about the future sex of =
our
sons, the boys eventually became very sleepy and Linda and I laid them
down in their beds. I pulled Jamie's nightie down and kissed him
goodnight, thinking that perhaps my son needs to become my daughter very
soon. It was a pleasant thought and one that I would most definitely
pursue with my good friend Linda, whose little Julie would also be =
better
off as a little girl. Oh, if only our children had been born girls! =
But,
we can adjust what nature failed to do for our sons so they can =
thoroughly
enjoy the exquisite delights of being girls like us. Linda and I were
soon asleep, dreaming of our lovely daughters to be. The next day we =
all
returned to Madison and started to think about Jamie's forthcoming =
summer
modeling job in New York. End of Chapter #16. Judigirl3@aol.com =
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"I Made my Son a Girl" #17
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"Jamie goes to New York!"
"Susan, you must feel so very proud", Megan said, after congratulating =
me
on Jamie's winning the "Little Miss Briarcliff" Pageant. "It is a
mother's dream to have her child become a beauty queen. Your son is =
such
a precious little girl" "Why thank you Megan", I replied. "That is =
such
a nice thing to say". My neighbor Megan and I had become close friends
after I helped change Megan's youngest son Patrick into her little
daughter. Megan always preferred girls and kept trying to have one. =
But
after her fifth child was also a boy, she was understandably =
heartbroken.=20
But now she had little Patricia and her years of frustration were
alleviated by lavishing her full attention on making Patrick the ideal
four year old girl. I told her, "Megan, you must be careful not to dote
too much on Patrick and forget that you also have four boys!" Megan
bought so many dresses, slips, panties and accessories for Patrick that =
I
wondered how she had any money left to outfit her other children. She
assured me that the boys were doing well and that her husband Frank, and
Patrick's brothers, had all accepted the fact that Patrick is no longer
one of the boys. Rather he is their sissy little sister and they are
accustomed to seeing him in dresses. Megan then asked, "Susan, is Jamie
still going to model for the Montaigne Agency this summer"? Megan had
remembered my telling her that Jamie and four of his classmates were
chosen by the agency to model dresses and lingerie for a layout that
"Young Miss" magazine was doing. I replied, "It is interesting that you
mention that Megan because Jamie and I were just talking about it. He =
and
the other girls will be flying to New York in two weeks". "Oh Susan, I
think that is so wonderful", she said. "You know, I see Jamie as a role
model for Patrick and I want my son to follow in Jamie's footsteps and
become the perfect little girl that Jamie is". "Well, you are doing a
good job with Patrick, hon", I replied. :Everytime I see him, he looks =
so
cute. You dress him in the prettiest clothes". "Thank you Susan", she
said. "I know that I do fuss over him a lot but after all these years =
of
only having boys around the house, it is so delightful to have a child
that I can put in ribbons and dresses. My son is so precious and he is
such a mommy's girl". I said goodbye to Megan, wondering if she had yet
decided to make one of her other boys a big sister for Patrick. She had
mentioned that to me several times but at least for the time being, she
was too busy sissifying Patrick to pay much attention to petticoating =
any
of her other boys.
The days prior to Jamie's leaving for his modeling job in New York, =
passed
all too quickly. He would be staying at Tara Collin's lovely apartment =
in
Manhattan during the two weeks of posing for photos. Tara, along with
Diana Evenson, both of whom are Montaigne executives, had chosen Jamie
along with the Stapleton twins and two real girls, Mary Ann McCreary and
Stacy Summers to model for this prestigious teen girl's magazine Fall
fashion section. Tara called the Tuesday evening before Jamie's weekend
flight to New York. "Susan", she said, "you can't imagine how excited I
am to have Jamie stay with me for the next two weeks. I was so =
impressed
with him during the interview. Susan, you are an unbelievable woman. =
You
have made your son into such a pretty and well mannered little girl. I
hope that you don't mind that I took a picture of him in a dress that he
modeling for us during the interview last Spring.. I keep it on my =
bureau
and none of my friends can believe that he is a boy. He is the perfect
little girl, and hopefully an inspiration for other mothers who prefer
dressing their sons in less traditional styles". "Oh my", I thought, "I
can see that I am not going to have to worry about Jamie being subjected
to boyish influences while he is with Tara. She seems to have a genuine
appreciation for femininely dressed boys". I said, "Thank you Tara. I
hope that Jamie will not be any trouble for you". "Oh no, Susan", she
said, "I am going to love having him here and I expect to have my little
nine year old brother staying with me this summer too. Susan, I have =
such
wonderful plans for Richard and spending time with Jamie is going to be
the best thing that has ever happened to him. Richard is such a darling
boy and he and Jamie will get along so well together". "Susan", she
continued, "may I take Jamie shopping with me when he comes"? =
"Certainly
Tara, that is very kind of you", I responded. "Oh good", she said, "I
know some exquisite little girl shops and I want to take Richard and =
Jamie
there. I thought to myself, "It sounds as if Richard isn't going to be
playing Little League baseball this summer. Tara seems to have other =
plans
for her baby brother".
Saturday came all too quickly and I kissed my son goodbye at the =
airport.=20
Of course, anyone watching assumed it was a mother saying goodbye to her
daughter for Jamie was attired in a gold check party dress with a velvet
drop waist bodice and a full taffeta skirt with a crinoline underskirt.=20
He was wearing a gold ribbon in his long blond hair and little gold =
shoes
with white stockings. For some reason I thought, "I wonder what Jamie's
father would say if he was able to see him now?". I rarely thought of
Jamie's father but had to admit that I delighted in the fact that my
unfaithful husband's son had become my daughter and was closer to me =
than
he ever would have been to him. Jamie has never known what it is like =
to
be a boy and as I watched him board the plane in his pretty dress, =
walking
daintily in his little golden slippers with two inch heels, I was glad
that he never had to experience a boyhood. And why should he have to be =
a
boy? Just because he was born a boy doesn't mean that he has to be =
raised
as one. Jamie would never want to give up his dresses or have his long
hair cut off. He wears pretty clothes, loves to shop, adores make up, =
and
is so gentle with his dolls. I would never take him out of dresses and
make him be a boy. Jamie's world is one of sweet smelling perfume, =
pearl
necklaces, frilly party dresses, beauty salons, excursions to the =
ballet,
satin hair ribbons that match his dresses, and the constant company of
women and girls. He is graceful, polite, feminine, caring and in short, =
a
sweet little girl. I thought of these truths as my darling turned and
waved to me, before entering the plane. I saw a pretty flight attendant
take his hand and I knew that he would be well taken care of during the
flight, not just because he was flying first class but because everyone
makes a fuss over a beautiful, prettily dressed little girl. Jamie =
would
win their hearts with his totally girlish ways.
Jamie later told me that during the flight the flight attendants were =
very
nice to him. A very pretty attendant named Amy brought him women's
magazines to read and after supper was served, she sat down next to him. =
They admired the dresses in the magazines together and she asked Jamie =
all
kinds of questions. My son told her about Briarcliff, the Harvest
Festival, the Doll Show and of course about how he had just won the
"Little Miss Briarcliff" contest. She told Jamie about how she had been =
a
cheer leader in high school and college, about being the president of =
her
college sorority and about how she loved to fly to exotic places. She
told Jamie that he ought to pledge her Kappa sorority if his mother
decided to send him to Wellsley. The whole trip was filled with =
girltalk
and Amy never suspected even for a moment that Jamie was a boy. Jamie
told her where he was staying in New York and Amy volunteered to take =
him
shopping one day as she was based out of New York. Jamie gave her =
Tara's
number and the two bid farewell as Jamie left the plane on his way to =
meet
Tara and her friends. As Jamie exited the plane, he heard a little =
shout
and saw Tara and three of her girl friends waving to him. Tara scooped
him up in her arms and kissed him, embarrassing Jamie a little as he was
an eleven year old young lady, not a four year old girl. But Tara was =
so
excited. The other girls who were told that Jamie is a boy were amazed. =
Alicia looked at Allison and the two laughingly gave each other high
fives, thinking, "What fun this is going to be". As good friends of =
Tara,
they were fascinated by this beautiful child who looked totally like a
little girl but was really a boy underneath. Allison said, "I'm so
pleased to meet you Jamie". Jamie, out of habit, curtsied and the girls
could hardly believe how feminized he was. Nancy, the third girl with
them said, "Oh Jamie, that is the most beautiful dress that I have even
seen. Did your mother make it for you"? Jamie held out his skirts and
said, "No, mother bought it for me at Marshall Field's in Chicago". =
"Well
it is very pretty honey", Nancy said. Alicia and Tara took his hand and
they walked towards the baggage claim to retrieve Jamie's luggage.
When his two pastel colored suitcases came out, Jamie tried to grab one
off of the conveyor belt, but Allison took it from him. "Be careful =
hon,
you will mess up your dress", she said. As Allison and Nancy were in
jeans, they carried the suitcases to the car. Jamie, now walking in
between Tara and Alicia, holding their hands, clicked along in his heels
with his little dress swishing, feeling very at home in the company of
such nice girls who obviously were thrilled to have him in their midst.=20
The girls piled into the car and squeezed Jamie in the backseat between
Tara and Alicia. Tara thoughtfully pulled down the skirt of his dress =
as
they bunched together in the car. As they drove to Tara's apartment,
Allison said, "Jamie, we all know that you are a boy but we don't care.=20
As far as we are concerned you are a girl like us. We want you to have =
a
good time here". "Oh thank you", said Jamie. Nancy then asked, "Honey,
are you excited about modeling dresses for Young Miss"? "Oh yes, I am",
replied Jamie. "I like wearing pretty clothes". "Oh my goodness", said
Allison, "Tara, you might have found the ideal companion for Richard!".=20
Allison and her friends knew that Tara desparately wanted a little =
sister
and that she had designs on Richard's fulfilling that need ever since =
she
can remember. She deliberately feminized Richard when she babysat him
when their parents were out and she imagined that Richard actually =
started
to like playing with dolls. But Richard was still far too boyish to =
suit
his sister. Now that Jamie was here and Richard was staying with her =
for
the summer, maybe she would have a chance to see her dreams come true.=20
They soon arrived at Tara's apartment and the five girls, after greeting
the doorman, took the elevator to Tara's eighth floor luxury apartment.=20
Cindy, another friend who was watching Richard while the others went to
pick up Jamie at the airport opened the door and was introduced to =
Jamie.=20
"It is such a pleasure to meet you Jamie", she said, smiling at the
prettily dressed boy. Tara called into the kitchen and said, "Come out
here Richard, I want you to meet a new little friend". =20
Richard showed his head through the door and Jamie was horrified to see
him in a cowboy outfit complete with cowboy boots and two holsters with
guns. Richard took the cap guns out of the holster and fired two loud
shots at Jamie, terrifying my eleven year old. He jumped and hid behind
Tara's skirts. Tara was furious and took the guns away from him and =
told
him to go into the kitchen. She then stooped down, and looking Jamie in
the eyes, said, "I am so sorry dear. Are you ok? This will never =
happen
again". She smoothed his skirt and wiped the beginning tears in Jamie's
eyes with a lace handkerchief which she let him keep. Jamie put it in =
his
purse and Tara said, "Let's all sit down girls and make Jamie feel
welcome. I will be right back". As Allison, Nancy, Alicia, Cindy and
Jamie talked, they heard loud swats coming from the kitchen as Tara
administered a well deserved spanking t2$
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"I Made my Son a Girl"! #18
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Tara's New Sister!
+ Summary +
Tara Collins, an executive with the Gabrielle Montaigne Modeling Agency
had chosen Jamie and four other girls from the Briarcliff School for
Girls to model for "Young Miss" Magazine during the summer break.=20
Jamie
would be staying at her lovely apartment in New York.. Inspired by
Jamie's feminization at the loving hands of his mother, she decides,
along with four of her close girl friends, to make her nine year old
brother, Richard, the little sister she never had.
Richard was struggling but Cindy dragged him out of the bedroom in his
cute little dress and the girls quickly gathered around him. Alicia
took hold of one arm and Allison the other, for they had to subdue the
boy before he torn his pretty clothes. The little nine year old didn't
have a chance as there were four girls who were determined to help
their
friend Tara have the little sister that she longed for. Nancy said,
"Richard, stop struggling this instant before you wrinkle your dress".
Richard tried to kick her but she grabbed his nylon encased legs and
helped the other girls carry him to the sofa. Jamie heard Tara saying,
"Oh my dear little sister. Look at you. You are finally in a dress.
Doesn't it feel good to be a girl, honey?". Richard was besides
himself. Granted he had played with dolls to please Tara in the past,
but she had never gone this far before. His sister's friend Cindy, made
him not only wear a dress but a petticoat, panties, pantyhose and mary
janes as well. He felt totally different in this attire and didn't
know
what to do. Finally, as the girls talked very sweetly to him, he
stopped resisting. "Now Richard", his sister lied, "Mother has given me
permission to dress you as a girl this summer, so you must behave".
Richard screamed, "She did not!" "Oh but she did little honey, didn't
she, Alicia". Alicia looked at Tara and then at Richard and replied,
"Yes Richard, I was there when she said it. She told Tara to make you
her little sister so you would learn to be more polite like a girl".
Allison smoothed Richard's skirt and said, "Do not be afraid, precious.
You will grow to love being a girl. Isn't that right, girls"? Everyone
stated their agreement and they sat Richard up on the sofa The little
boy had become very quiet and Tara appealed to him saying , "First
honey, we can't very well call you Richard anymore when you are dressed
like you are. It just isn't a proper name for a little girl. So your
new name will be Tina! Don't you just love your new name"? "No, I hate
it", responded Richard. "Well, you better get used to it because that
is the only name you are going to be called". "Yes, that's right Tina",
Nancy chimed in. "Tina is a very pretty name", said Alicia. "You
should be thankful that your sister chose such a lovely name for you.
Now sit up and put your legs together. That is no way to sit in a
dress". Alicia picked up Richard's one leg and placed it next to the
other one and then spread his skirt over his knees. "There, that is
much better little girl", she said.
My son Jamie, being a very gentle and delicate child, watched all this
from the other side of the room. Tina called him over and said, "Jamie
dear, come over here and give a hug to my new little sister. Doesn't he
make a nice girl?" Richard grimaced but Jamie said, "It's alright
Richard, being a girl isn't that bad". "Isn't that bad"? exclaimed
Tara! "Jamie, you know that it isn't bad at all. It is a privilege to
be a girl. Look at you honey! You would hate being a boy, wouldn't
you"? "Oh yes Tara, I would never want to be a boy". "I didn't think
so", said Tara. "Well , Tina is going to love being a girl too, aren't
you baby brother"? "Jamie dear, will you be a doll and bring me my
purse"? Jamie brought Tara's purse to her and Tina's big sister reached
in and brought out her lipstick. Richard, seeing what she was doing
tried to run again but Alicia and Allison held him down as Tara applied
lipstick to her new little sister' slips. She then looked at her
handiwork and said, "Oh that is much better. When we are finished with
you sweetie girl, Mom will never recognize you. Now if you are ready to
behave, we will let you up". Richard said that he would be good and
Alicia and Allison released their hold on him. "Now walk across the
room Tina, taking small steps like a girl". Richard stood up and walked
across the large living room. "Now turn gracefully and come back,
honey". As he turned, his skirts swirled and the girls all smiled at
the pretty picture that he made. "Oh you look so pretty", Nancy said.
"Tina, tell us what it feels like to wear a dress for the first time".
Is it fun"? Richard said, "No, I won't tell you". "You will dear, his
sister said, or you will be spanked and be sent to bed". Richard,
totally intimidated and confused by the girlish feelings stirring within
him, said, "I feel like a sissy girl". "Well silly, that is the way you
are supposed to feel in a dress!", Cindy said. "I told you it would
feel different from being a boy". Tina, run your hands over your pretty
nylons for us, his sister commanded! Richard, now a little fearful of
the girls, did as he was told. As his little hands slid from his
ankles, up over his knees and to his thighs, a little smile broke out on
his face "Oh see, he likes the feel of his silky pantyhose. They are so
sheer", said Allison. "They feel so good, don't they Tina. That is one
of the nice things about being a girl, wearing sheer pantyhose."
Tara went into the bedroom and came out with her expensive Nikon camera
and flash attachment. After adjusting the focus she began taking
pictures of Richard with all the different girls. She said, "Jamie, I
want one of you and Tina standing together holding hands". Jamie went
over to Richard, took his hand, and the two children stood by a very
pretty floral arrangement. "Now grasp your skirts girls and hold them
out a little. "Smile girls", she said. Tina and Jamie did as they were
told and Tara snapped a lovely picture of the children, looking so
pretty. Jamie felt a little funny being photographed in his nightie but
it was getting late and all the girls were in nighties except Richard
who was still in a dress. If Tara had her way, which she usually did,
Richard would soon be in a satiny nightie as well. As Richard stood in
the dining room, Allison snook up behind him and held him around his
slim waist while Nancy tied a red satin ribbon in his hair. "Oh Tina",
his sister said, "The girls are making you look so pretty. I think you
are enjoying yourself honey, aren't you. You never wanted to be a
little boy. You always wanted to be my little sister, didn't you".
"No, I don't!", yelled Richard. "Now, be good Tina darling, or you will
be punished", Tara said. "You must remember that girls are superior to
boys and you must never be rude". Jamie understood this well as his
mother and sister had always taught him that girls were more intelligent
and sensitive than boys. Jamie had no problems listening to and obeying
women and girls older than himself. Richard would have to learn that,
but a summer in dresses would go a long way to improving his attitude.
"Girls, let's give him a makeover", Alicia laughed. "Oh yes", shouted
Tara. "Let's show my little brother that he is a member of our club".
"What club"?, the boy shouted. "I'm not in a club!", cried Richard.
"Oh yes you are dear", his sister responded. "When Cindy put you in
that pretty dress, you became a member of the girl's club. Everyone
else here is in it and now you are too, little sister". Richard tried
getting up from the sofa but once again he was restrained by Nancy and
Allison. "Let's see, where should we start", asked Cindy. "Oh, I
know", she said, "Lets paint his finger and toe nails"! "Ohhhhh, that
will make him so very girlish", squealed Alicia. "Let me up", shouted
Richard. Tara then jumped in and said, "Stop struggling this minute
Tina or I am go ing to pull down your panties and spank you just like a
little girl. If you can't be a big girl for sister, you will be treated
like a child. This aggressive boyish behavior must cease immediately".
Richard, frightened by the severity of his sister's tone, became still,
but was startled to feel the the hands of Cindy reaching up under his
dress to remove his pantyhose. She deftly rolled the silky stockings
down his little legs and took them off, careful to keep his dress down
so that he remained ladylike. Little Richard didn't know what to think.
He hadn't ever felt this way before. He felt like such a sissy
surrounded by all these girls and they were touching him as if he was a
girl too. Alicia brought out the nail polish from her purse, opened it
and said, "Oh Tina, isn't this a pretty shade of pink?" Then sitting
the boy up, with a girl holding each of his arms, she said, "Now point
your toes honey". Richard reluctantly did so and one toe by one toe,
Cindy began to apply polish to his nails. The girls looked him in the
eye during this time, not disapprovingly, but in a loving way, the way
they would look if initiating a younger sister into the deeper mysteries
and experiences of girlhood. Richard watched his toes being painted and
felt a little shiver go through him. "Oh, what is next?", he thought.
"I feel so strange". He didn't have long to wait as Nancy brought out a
small bottle of very expensive perfume and sprayed him on his neck,
wrists and under his knees. She then placed her head very close to the
little boy's neck and breathed in the perfume, moaning and saying, "Oh
Tina, now you smell just like a girl". She kissed the child gently on
his lips and whispered, "We like you so much better this way, honey".
Richard felt so vulnerable and helpless wearing a dress and panties, his
toe nails painted and now smelling like a girl too. Soon the little boy
started to cry. But the girls all comforted him saying, "Oh baby doll,
please don't cry. We love our sweet little girl" Allison wiped away his
tears and held out his hands for Cindy to put nail polish on his finger
nails as well. Little Richard's nails would match the sweet color of
his velvet dress. Jamie could see that Tara loved every minute of her
brother's feminization and he doubted that this little excursion into
femininity was going to be a temporary one for Richard Jamie thought,
"Richard is going to become Tina for sure".
The time was getting late and Richard, just being nine years old began
to get tired from all the activity surrounding him. He had never
received so much attention when he was a boy. The little cross dressed
child started to drift off to sleep and Tara said, "Will one of you
girls get Tina's nightgown from my room, please"? Nancy went out to
fetch the gown and came back with a white satin lace trimmed nightie
with cute pink ribbons woven through the bodice. Richard seemed so
tired now and Allison and Cindy helped him out of his dress and
petticoat, leaving his little white satin panties on him. They slipped
the nightie over his head and giggled as the gown fell to the little
boy's knees. "Oh Tara, what a darling nightgown. Where did you ever
get it"? "I picked it up at Celeste's Ingenue Shop on Fifth Avenue.
It is a boutique that caters to pre teen girls I bought his dress there
too", Tara replied. Cindy then lifted the child up in her arms and
carried him to the bedroom where he would be sleeping with Alicia and
Allison. Tara hoped that he would become accustomed to being her little
sister quickly for she had no intention of letting Richard wear pants
again until the end of the summer. If she could convince mother that
Richard is better off as a girl, he may never wear them a gain. "Oh, I
just hope mother is willing to make him be Tina", she thought.
Returning to the living room Tara looked at Jamie and said, "Thank you
so much dear for helping with Tina". Jamie said, "Oh I didn't do
anything, Tara". "Yes you did honey. You provided the inspiration for
me to make Richard a girl by being the little darling that you are. If
I didn't see how it was possible to change a pretty boy into a total
girl like your mother did for you, I may never have begun this little
project. But looking at you, pretty Jamie, I know that my brother can
become a little lady too. He may not like it now but in two weeks he
will be pleading with me to buy him new dresses. I just know it in my
heart". Jamie saw Tara looking so happy and he realized that having a
little sister was truly her heart's desire. He was glad that Tara was
happy and took her hand as the two made their way to their shared
bedroom for a well deserved night's sleep. Tomorrow Jamie, we must take
you to my Montaigne agency to begin the preliminary shooting for the
"Young Miss" spread. Your friends Stacy, Mary Ann and those darling
Stapleton boys will be meeting us there. And I am going to bring my new
baby sister along too". "Oh goody", Jamie said, as the two girls, clad
in pretty satin nighties, swished into the feminine bedroom of Tara
Collins, who just adored dressing and fussing over feminized little
boys.
Tina, Tina, rise and shine honey! Wake up, wake up, wake up! Tara was
laughing as she pulled the curtains in the large guest room to let the
light shine in on the three sleepy heads. Alicia and Allison were
sprawled on the big queen size bed with Richard right in between them.
Tara smiled to herself as she saw her brother sleeping so peacefully in
his little girl's nightie. Oh the number of boys who would pay a king's
ransom to be able to sleep with the beautiful Alicia and Allison! But
here was her little nine year old brother, on his way to becoming a
girl, right there in the middle of them. Tara thought, "Sleeping as a
girl with girls is surely one of the blessings that Richard will grow to
love. Slumber parties are so much more fun than boy's camp outs. Who
wants to sit around the fire in batman or camaflauge flannel pajamas
when they can snuggle up next to prettily attired girls while dressed in
a dainty lace nightgown themselves?" Tara felt happy for her brother
even though the poor boy did not yet realize her plans to keep him as
her little sister for good. Finally the little boy stirred, and,
awakened out of a sound sleep, he forgot for a moment where he was. He
sat up and looking at the sissy gown that he was wearing, let out a
little shout. Alicia reached over and hugged him, saying, It's alright
dear, it's alright. You are with us, remember? Alicia and Allison!
"What am I doing in these clothes", he demanded to know. Tara came over
to the bed and took a hold of his hands saying, "They are your clothes,
honey. Don't you remember? You became a little girl last night". "I
did not. I never became a girl", shouted Richard. " Stop it this
instant, Richard. You are not being very polite and mother will be
angry if she hears that you were rude to my friends". "You can't dress
me like this", the boy cried. "Oh my little brother, you are so wrong.
I can, and will dress you exactly the way I desire and there are four
girls who are going to help me. So you better stop complaining right
now or we will adopt stronger measures"
As Richard stared at her, Tara walked to the large walk in closet in the
guest room and came out holding up a darling red plaid dress. Alicia
and Allison, who were now fully awake, thought that it was the cutest
little dress, and they smiled at one another knowing that a boy was
going to wear it. "Look honey", Tara said to Richard, "This is your new
dress that I bought for you". It was a pleated float dress with a lace
edge platter collar adorned with embroidered trim, little rosettes and a
tiny corsage It had puffed sleeves, a sheer pleated overlay and full
satin underslip. It was really darling and Tara thought, "It is just
perfect for my little brother". Then Tara held the dress with both hands
by its puffy sleeves and swished it back and forth teasingly in front of
Richard. Oh Tina, she said, "Aren't you a lucky little girl. Any girl
would love a dress like this. Aren't you going to thank big sister?
Come on honey, "Say thank you Tara, for my new dressie." Richard was so
confused by now, experiencing feelings of anger and fear, and he didn't
know what to do. He was in a girl's bedroom in a girl's nightgown, with
three girls seeing him in very sissy clothes. Now his own sister was
making him wear a dress. He started to run for the bathroom, but Tara
grabbed him and help him down on the bed, whispering in his ear, "Tina,
you have to be my little sister, so do not fight with me. You
absolutely cannot be a boy, so go into the bathroom like a good girl,
wash up and come out here again so I can put you in your pretty
lingerie. Then we'll put your dress on". She held it up in front of him
and saw that it would fall to just above his knees. After Richard
closed the door behind him Tara jumped on the bed where Alicia and
Allison were reclining and said, Yesssssss! Can you believe it girls?
I'm really doing it to Richard. I'm making him a girl! Allison
responded, Tina, are you sure that your mother isn't going to be furious
with you for this? No, she'll be fine. She has been complaining about
Richard's behavior and if he goes back at the end of the summer as a
better behaved child, she will be more than happy. Well, I hope you are
right, Tara, Allison replied. Do you think Richard will get used to
being a girl? Well, said Tara, I think he will. Once he settles down,
we can do sisterly things together and I think he will like all the
attention. Besides, look how well Jamie is doing. Speaking of Jamie,
where is that girl?
Tara called out to my son and soon there was a little knock on the
bedroom door. Jamie came in and he was already dressed for his big day
as a "Young Miss" model. He was wearing an empire waist dress in ecru
lace with a satin underslip and back zipper. A large white bow was tied
at his waist and there were faux pearls on the bodice of the dress. It
was a beautiful party dress and Jamie looked gorgeous in it. "Oh Jamie",
Tara said, "You look lovely. Wait until my friends at the agency see
you. They will want you all to themselves". Alicia and Allison were
equally stunned by Jamie's girlish beauty and Alicia remarked, "I really
do understand why Jamie's mother made him a girl. I absolutely cannot
picture him as a boy Jamie smiled and made a curtsy to Alicia and she
hugged him to herself, being careful not to wrinkle his dress. Just
then, Richard came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around him.
Seeing him walk out with the towel modestly around his waist, Tara
quickly draped a towel around his upper torso as well, saying, "Tina, a
girl covers her chest. She does not walk around bare chested. But never
mind. Now come here and let me put you in your bra and panties. Jamie,
she said, "Tina has never worn a bra before. Did it take you long to
get used to it, dear? "No Tara, mother started me out with a training
bra when I was ten and I always wear a bra like a big girl now". "Well,
Richard doesn't really fill a bra, but I want him to get used to it. It
is such a girlish item of clothing Put your arms out Tina"! Richard,
seemingly broken in his boyish spirit complied with his sister's wishes
and she fastened the white satin training bra in the back. Now step
into these sweet satin panties, dear. Richard did so and Tara lovingly
pulled them up encasing the boy in white satin. Then she said, "Now
close your eyes, Tina." As her brother closed his eyes, Tina dropped the
red plaid dress with it's pretty underslip over his head, adjusting his
skirt when it was pulled down. Richard, his eyes closed, felt a
swishing about his knees and instinctively drew his hands to his sides.
As he did so, he felt the billowing skirts of his dress and slip and
could feel the silkiness of the satin panties underneath
Ohhhhh, this was so different from being a boy, he thought. He felt so
loved, so lightheaded, and so utterly girlish. He stood still and
opened his eyes to see his big sister, with a sweet smile on her face,
arranging the lace collar on his dress just so. It was almost as if he
couldn't move if he wanted to, as if his sister had cast some girlish
spell over him. Tara went to the drawer and pulled out a pair of white
little girl's tights and told Richard to sit on the edge of the bed. As
Alicia, Allison and Jamie watched transfixed, Tara rolled the tights up
Richard's legs until they were all nice and smooth. She said
pleasantly, "How do they feel, little brother"? Richard was speechless
and his sister smilingly said, "Cat got your tongue, Tina dear?". She
then brought a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes out of the closet and
placed one on each foot, buckling the pretty straps. Alicia thought,
"Oh this is one little boy who is never going to be the same. Tara is
really making him a sissy". "Stand up Tina", Tara said. The sissified
child stood up and Tara said, "Now twirl around for us so we can see if
your skirts are hanging right. Go ahead honey. It's alright. You are
among girls". Richard spun around on his little heels and the effect was
just perfect. "Faster honey", his sister said. As he twirled faster his
little skirts rose and the other girls could see his pretty underskirt
and his satin panties, looking so pretty over his sheer tights. Tara
was pleased and thought, "No one would recognize him as a boy dressed
like this". But she wasn't though yet. Reaching into her drawer once
more, she pulled out a large red satin hair ribbon. "Stand still now
baby", she said. Richard obeyed his sister as she fastened the ribbon
into a pretty bow and with golden bobby pins, pinned it in his hair. "Oh
my", she thought, "his hair isn't very long yet, but by next year at
this time, I will have him in a long ponytail".
Richard was overwhelmed. He had never felt like a girl before even when
he played with Tara's dolls. But now, he was in a dress, tights and
mary janes. He touched his dress again and felt the underslip and
panties underneath. Oh, this was such a strange feeling. Tara
interrupted his daydreaming by taking his hand and leading him to the
vanity table. Taking out her make up kit, she began to apply just the
right amount of make up to the young boy, a little blush, mascara and
eyebrow pencil. Then taking a lipliner she carefully outlined his lips,
and filled them in with a shade of red lipstick that perfectly matched
his dress. Tara then stood back and thought, "Richard has disappeared
and Tina has replaced him. Now I have my little sister" She said,
"Aren't you excited Tina? Look at us. We are sisters now"! Tina,
overcome by emotion began to cry and all the girls comforted him. But he
was no longer protesting. Clad in the prettiest outfit that any little
girl could wear, he seemed to accept the fact that a new life awaited
him, at least for the summer. Richard had always been lonely as a boy,
had very few friends and wasn't that well liked bec ause of his
aggressive behavior. But as he thought over his present situation in
his nine year old mind, he decided that maybe being a girl wasn't so
bad. After all Alicia, Allison, Cindy, Nancy, Jamie and his sister all
loved him this way. And he was going to get to spend the summer in the
big city of New York and do things that he had never done in
Pennsylvania. As he was reflecting on these things, Tara took his hand
again and said, "Girls, I think it is time that we have breakfast and
head for the Agency. I know Jamie and Tina are going to be excited
about meeting Stacy , MaryAnn and the Stapleton twins. Today is the day
that my little girls from Briarcliff begin their modeling careers". End
of Chapter #18.
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"I Made my Son a Girl"! #19
by Judigirl3@aol.com
"Pre Teen Models"!
Tara Collins was a very feminine woman. As a young executive with the
Gabrielle Montaigne Modeling Agency, she possessed the striking beauty
of atop fashion model herself. In fact, if it wasn't for her superior
business sense that prompted the agency's director to offer her a six
figure managerial position, she would still be strutting down the
runway
with the likes of Claudia, Elle and Cindy. Her fashion sense was
flawless and she revelled in her breath-taking femininity that turned
the heads of men and women alike. But Tara had what some might call an
unusual passion, a passion that at times consumed her entire being.
Tara simply adored the idea of taking boys under her wing and changing
them into beautiful little girls When she attempted to analyse her
innermost feelings she inevitably came up with the same conclusion.
During her teen age years, when she was the most intelligent and
beautiful girl in her high school, the envy of other girls, and
fervently pursued by the boys, her own parents did not fully appreciate
her. Tara longed for their approval but it seemed that they lavished
all their attention on her baby brother, who was born when Tara was
fifteen years old. Richard was a beautiful child, but he was a rival
for her parent's affection and mother and daddy doted over him When
Tara
had her dancing school recital, an aunt accompanied her, because
Richard
was sick and mother and daddy stayed home to take care of him. When
she
was chosen prom queen, her parents were not there because they were
hosting Richard's second birthday party. Tara began to think that her
parents loved Richard more because he was a boy and constantly wished
that he was her little sister. If Richard was a girl, she reasoned,
Mother and daddy would have loved both of us equally. Consequently in
her own mind she began to think of Richard as a little sister, which
wasn't difficult to do seeing that he was a very pretty child, who could
easily pass for a girl.
Tara was never able to overcome her resentment towards her parents for
the favoritism shown toward Richard nor was she able to dismiss from her
mind the thought that her brother should have been a girl. So when she
interviewed modeling candidates at the Briarcliff School for Girls, and
discovered my feminized son Jamie and the Stapleton twins, she conceived
a plan. "I am going to have a sister", she thought. Smiling to herself,
she was pleased that she was finally going to get back at her parents by
taking their little all American boy and making him into a sissy girl.
She did not tell them of course. Instead she informed them that she
would like to have Richard stay with her for the summer. She promised
her parents that she would take Richard to baseball games at Yankee
Stadium, buy him new trains and accessories for his model railroad set
and generally show him all the sights of New York. But it did not quite
happen that way! Much to Tara's satisfaction her baby brother would
never go to a silly baseball game nor add trains to his boyish
collection, while he was in her care. She did keep her third promise
though, for the day after Jamie's arrival in New York, she, Jamie and
Richard were walking down Fifth Avenue taking in the sights of New York.
There was nothing at all unusual about this except for the fact that the
boys on each side of the beautiful Tara Collins, were attired in the
cutest little girl dresses that any child could ever wear. Tara was in
her glory as she glanced down at her nine year old brother trying to
hold down the skirts of his dress on this bright but very windy day.
"Richard", she said, forgetting that she and her girl friends had
renamed him Tina the previous night, " Hold on to the side of your dress
honey, or everyone is going to see your panties". Tara felt a new love
for Richard dressed like he was, and was not trying to be mean to him by
ordering him to keep his skirts down. She was simply anxious for
Richard to learn the ways of a little girl for she intended to keep him
in dresses for the rest of the summer. As Richard struggled with his
rustling skirts, Tara looked to her left and smiled at my son Jamie, who
was well trained in the ways of a girl. She whispered to my son,
"Jamie, I am so glad that you are going to be able to help Richard get
used to being a little girl. I just know he is going to love his new
life".
Little Richard walked along the street with his left hand in the hand of
his big sister and his right hand trying to keep the wind from blowing
his skirts over his head. Richard was a nine year old boy and had never
worn a dress prior to the the previous evening. Overpowered by Tara and
her four girlfriends, the child was forcefully attired in a pretty dress
and made to sleep in a frilly nightgown and panties. He was still in a
state of shock and had such new and strange feelings flowing through his
mind and body. Richard was used to wearing jeans and T-shirts and the
rough clothes of a preteen boy. He was used to sprawling on the couch
and he liked rough housing with other boys his age. It is true that
family and friends often said that he was too pretty to be a boy, but
that did not change the way he felt. He loved baseball, playing with
his trains, and just doing boyish things. But now, he was wearing a
very sissy pink dress, a beribboned petticoat with dainty lace on the
bodice and the hem and very silky pink panties. Tara had tied a pink
ribbon in his hair and he was wearing Mary Jane shoes and socks with
lace on them. He felt the wind blowing the skirt of his dress and
petticoat and he felt so weak and helpless without his pants. Tara
acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him to be in a
dress. It's as if nine years of his being a boy never existed for she
looked at her brother and saw a little sister now. In her mind Richard
was now Tina, a girl! Tara looked down at her brother and said,
"Darling, we are almost there". The three girls were on their way to
the Montaigne agency where Jamie would start his summer modeling job and
where Tara would introduce her transformed brother to a ll of her
friends. As they went through the revolving door of the agency ,
Richard was glad to be out of the wind, but he was becoming acutely awa
re of how his silky petticoat tickled his knees as he walked. His
little dress and petticoat flaired out with every step he took and it
produced such a girlish feeling deep within him. As the trio walked
past a mirror , Richard saw a reflexion of three lovely girls swish by
and realized that one of the pretty young Misses in the mirror was him.
In a moment of panic, he pleaded with Tara, " Please Tara, May I have
my pants back". Tara, momentarily surprised by the request of her new
little sister, picked him up in her arms and whispered in his ear,
"Honeybunch, I'm afraid that is impossible. You see you are going to be
a little girl for me and little girls do not wear pants. Just panties,
precious child. Now be a good little girl for Sis and I will buy you and
Jamie ice cream cones after lunch". She then put him down exposing his
frilly slip and panties as she did so. Quickly, she straightened his
dress with a sisterly touch and they proceeded to the elevator.
As Tara walked into the large second floor modeling agency office, she
and the girls were greeted by Jessica Robyns, her young secretary.
Jessica had long blonde hair like Jamie and was wearing a smart black
business suit. In her ultra sheer hose and high heels she was the
picture of the consummate professional woman, feminine, yet very chic
and sophisticated. Looking at Jamie and Richard she said, "And who are
these lovely young girls? Are they the Briarcliff girls who will be
doing the spread for "Young Miss" Magazine? Smiling, Tara replied, "One
of them is, Jess. I'd like you to meet Jamie Graham. Jamie recently
won the Little Miss Briarcliff Beauty Pageant in Chicago". "Oh my
goodness", exclaimed Jessica. "That was the new beauty pageant for boys
that you were telling me about. Don't tell me Tara!!!!! Are you saying
that this beautiful child is a, a boy"? Tara looked at Jamie and said,
"Go ahead Jamie! Tell Jessica about yourself". Jamie smiled and said,
"Yes Miss Robyns, I am a boy but mother wanted a girl and raised me as
one". Jessica opened her mouth in amazement, not because she did not
know that many boys were kept in dresses and treated as girls by their
mothers, but because Jamie was so beautiful. She came over and stooping
down, held my son gently by the shoulders, saying, "Oh Jamie, your
mother did the right thing. You are a beautiful little girl, and
please, do call me Jessica." Jamie curtsied sweetly and said, "Thank
you, Jessica". Jessica then looked at Richard who looked like an angel
in his empire waist party dress. She said laughingly, "I suppose you
are going to tell me that this little sweetheart is a boy too! "
Jessica laughed again and said, "I know that isn't true". Tara took her
by the arm and said, "Jessica, I want you to meet my little brother,
Richard, who we now call Tina". Well Jessica was flabbergasted. Anyone
who was there would have thought she was going to faint. She gasped and
said, "Noooooo. You are kidding me, Tara". Staring at the prettily
dressed child, she said, "I can't believe it. You come in with two of
the prettiest little girls at your side that I have ever seen and both
of them are really boys? Tara"!!!!!!!!! Tara laughed and said, "Yes,
isn't it wonderful, Jess? It is amazing what you can do to a boy when
you put him in a dress and a little make up. Their whole attitude
changes and they are no longer boisterous and hard to handle. They
become gentle and some like Jamie actually prefer being girls".
Looking at her brother, Tara then said, "And some, we hope, will desire
to become girls". She walked over to Richard and smoothed the pretty
skirt of his little dress. "Tina is going to spend time with us while
we get Jamie and the other Briarcliff girls started on the "Young Miss"
layout. Have the other girls arrived yet, Jess"? "Yes, they are
upstairs with Diana Evenson getting acquainted with the agency. They
should be down promptly. We have two hours to get them ready before the
photographers come". "Oh good", Tara replied, "I do want them to wear
light make up for the photo shoot. That will give us plenty of time to
have them looking pretty". Turning to Richard, she said, "Honey, I want
you to watch everything closely. Someday you might be modeling little
dresses too". Richard was standing off to the side, shivering because
of the air conditioning in the room. Jessica noticed him trembling in
his thin dress and got a pink sweater out of the closet and placed it on
the boy. "There honey, this will warm you up a bit", she said, as she
gave him a hug. Tara just smiled, feeling very proud of the way her
brother looked. "He's becoming a little girl", she thought. "He looks
so pretty in a dress". As Tara admired her sissified brother, there was
a knock on the door. Jessica opened the door and four bubbly,
chattering girls walked in. "Jamie"!!, one of them shouted! It was
Stacy Summers Mary Ann McCrary, and the twins, Robert and Stephen.
Stacy ran to her Briarcliff room mate and hugged him saying, "Jamie,
congratulations! I just knew you would be Little Miss Briarcliff! I am
so happy for you. Was it fun"? "Oh yes, Stacy, it was so wonderful and
I met such nice girls there. You know that Julie finished second, don't
you"? "Yes", replied Stacy, "I couldn't believe it. Remember when
Julie said he didn't want to be a girl and had to be Ms. Chandler's
little daughter and they wore matching dresses for the whole festival?
And now he was a beauty contest runner up"! The two girls laughed at
the memory of Julie being dressed up as Cindy Brady. "He was happy he
was a girl after that night", Stacy said. "I think being Ms Chandler's
little daughter really changed him into a girl. Karen made him so
feminine that he couldn't go back to being a boy". "Girls, girls", Tara
said! "Do not forget to greet MaryAnn and the twins"! "Oh I'm sorry",
said Jamie. "I got so excited at seeing Stacy again".
Jamie hugged Mary Ann, who was a real girl and then gave a hug to Robert
and Stephen, the other boys beside himself who were chosen to model for
" Young Miss". A year at Briarcliff had done remarkable things to the
two boys from Connecticut. They were no longer rude and wild in their
behavior and they conducted themselves in a very ladylike manner much to
the delight of their mother. They had learned feminine ways during their
year in the midst of two hundred girls and both could now be said to be
"demure " in their manner. One thing had not changed though. They were
still dressed in the very frilly dresses of young girls. At the
recommendation of Headmistress Karen Chandler, their mother decided to
keep them in some what babyish clothes until the start of the Fall
semester at Briarcliff. The women felt that an extra summer in frills
would remove the last traces of boyishness from the children and they
would be ready for their traditional school girl uniforms in September.
The twins were dressed identically in little drop waist polka dot party
dresses with black nylon velvet bodices, short puffy sleeves and a sheer
layered skirt with little dots A wide gold sash was tied in a pretty bow
in the front of their dresses. Their outfits were darling and Tara's
secretary was totally amazed to see that four of the six prettily
dressed little girls in the room, were boys. Jessica loved being a girl
herself and far from objecting to seeing boys dressed as girls, she
thought it was a wonderful idea. "They are so darling", she thought,
"just like little Barbie dolls. I bet that their mothers love them in
pretty dresses". Tara was thinking the same thing and said to the
Briarcliff girls who just entered the office, "Girls , I want you to
meet my little brother, Richard. We call him Tina, now". Richard,
standing there in his dress was experiencing so many new emotions. He
felt like he was on a roller coaster, as he had never felt so different
before. As a boy he had been confident, even a little sassy, for he had
been a good ball player and athlete. But now he was in sissy clothes,
having to interact with women and girls and being treated as one of
them. His thoughts were interrupted as the two real girls, Stacy and
Mary Ann came over and embraced him. Richard, being all boy, had rarely
even touched a girl, and now, dressed in a girl's pretty dress, he was
being hugged and kissed by girls.
Stacy said, "Oh Tina, you are a girl just like Jamie. Even though you
we re unlucky to be born a boy, now you are one of us". She giggled and
said , "I absolutely adore your dress". Are you wearing a petticoat
too? Without thinking twice about it, Stacy flipped up the hem of
Richard's dress and admired the lace and ribbon trim of the boy's satin
and lace petticoat. Richard instinctively pushed her hand away only to
be reprimanded by Tara who said, "Stop that Tina. She is only looking
at your pretty slip ". Stacy, realizing that she had embarrassed the
boy apologized saying, "Oh I am sorry Richard. I should have known that
you are not used to being a girl yet. Please forgive me". Richard
didn't know what to say. He didn't want Stacy to feel bad, but he
didn't want anyone pulling up his dress either. "Oh, if only I had my
pants back he thought"! But that th ought was immediately lost as Tara
came over and whispered to him, "Tell Stacy that you are sorry,
Richard. Tell her that you do not mind that she looked under your
dress. Do it right now"! Richard could see that his sister was upset
with him and he said, "That's ok Stacy. I don't mind". Stacy smiled at
Richard and the incident was soon forgotten. Tara then said, "Let's go
girls. We need to go to the seventh floor room where the Young Miss
layout is set up to be photographed". Tara, Jessica, Richard and the
five Briarcliff models proceeded to take the elevator to the seventh
floor where they entered the elaborated decorated room designed for
their modeling sessions. The photographers would be coming shortly so
the girls needed to get changed into the clothes that they would be
wearing for the sessions. "Young Miss", a popular magazine for pre
teenage girls, was doing a series of articles with the theme, "Sissy Tea
Parties". When I first heard of the theme being used, I could not
believe it. I could not imagine that a girl's magazine would have a
section that aimed at attracting the attention of feminine boys. But
when I called "Young Miss " Magazine, I realized how silly I was. It
wasn't directed towards boys at all but was rather geared to ultra
feminine little girls who loved wearing frilly party dresses. Our
creative designers had produced a lovely setting for the pictures. The
room was decorated as a lovely garden with colorful flowers, white
benches, a daintily set table with a lace table cloth and a cute little
goldfish pond. The girls would be posing in their pretty dresses while
sipping tea, sitting prettily on the benches, holding bouquets of
flowers and feeding the goldfish. It was the kind of place where little
girls would feel very comfortable and secure.
At 11:00 AM, nationally known photographer Cynthia Schaefer and her
assistant Debbie Ryan arrived. Tara introduced the young models to them
and the women thought it was cute that three of them were boys. They
had taken pictures of boys in dresses before and were not at all
surprised. While they were setting up their equipment, Tara took the
girls to the dressing room and had two assistants bring out the dresses
that they would be wearing for the photographs. The first series of
pictures called for the girls to be seated at the table drinking tea
with their dolls. Tara's assistants, Alyssa and Eileen helped the twins
into their light blue dresses and pinafores. The boys held their arms
out as Alyssa slipped the little dresses over them and buttoned up the
back. Their little petticoats made their dresses stand out just right.
"Come and sit here, girls", Alyssa said. Robert and Stephen gathered
their skirts and sat at the beautifully set table. Eileen then handed
each of them a daintily dressed doll and said, "Hold your dolls in your
laps girls, and pretend that you are offering them some tea". Meanwhile
Debbie, the main photographer's assistant was getting Stacy and MaryAnn
ready. They were elegantly dressed in little white lace dresses with
straw bonnets and white gloves. They would be photographed in their
girlish innocence, sipping tea. Jamie was to be in the picture too.
Jamie would be seen pouring tea for the other girls, attired in a pretty
yellow frock with puffy sleeves and a yellow satin sash. Tara, who was
pleased at how cooperative the girls were, was at the same time watching
her little brother out of the corner of her eye. "What must he be
thinking"?, she wondered. "A week ago he was running around like a
raggamuffin, going fishing with the boys, hitting baseballs all over the
place and coming home dirty every day. But now, he was in a dress,
watching three other girlishly dressed boys and two real girls model for
a girl's magazine". Seeing Richard in his dress made her realize even
more, "I do want a little sister". For Tara, Richard was going to be the
object of her affection and she would never let him feel unloved the way
her parents let her feel. But she was going to love him on her terms ,
not his. That meant that Richard was going to be loved as a pretty
little sister, and not as a boy.
As the children smiled for the camera, Cynthia Schaefer took scores of
pictures. Alyssa, Eileen, Debbie and Tara posed Stacy, Mary Ann and the
boys in a variety of poses as Cynthia went through roll after roll of
film. Nine year old Richard started to get restless however and while
the women were preoccupied with photographing every possible angle for
"Young Miss", he began poking a mop handle into the little goldfish
pond. He was trying to touch one of the fish but as he reached out, he
suddenly lost his balance and fell right into the shallow pond. "Oh
Richard", Tara exclaimed, as she picked the dripping boy out of the
pond. "Look at your new dress"! The other girls giggled and soon
everyone was laughing, as it was evident that Richard was not hurt, only
startled. "Come honey, let's find something for you to wear before you
get chilled in your wet dress". Tara took her brother to a dressing
room and stripped off his wet clothes She put him in a warm shower and
after he was finished bathing she dried him off. As Richard stood
before her, he said, "Tara, I want my boy clothes back right now". Tara
looked directly into her brother's eyes and said, "Honey, I thought we
already went over this. While you are here in New York with me, you are
going to be a little girl. Don't you understand that"? "No Tara, I'm a
boy and I refuse to wear sissy girl's clothes". "They are not sissy
clothes Richard. They are very pretty and expensive clothes and I'm
afraid that we do not have anything else for you to wear. You don't
want to walk around naked, do you"? "I won't do it", said Richard.
"YES YOU WILL", Tara shouted, suddenly losing her patience. She then
slapped her little brother making him cry. As soon as she did that she
felt sorry and said, "Oh Richard, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do
that but honey, you do have to be a girl. That is not negotiable. I
have waited too long to have my little sister and I am not going to give
"her" up now". Tara then proceeded to dress Richard in the little girl
clothes that were used for the modeling sessions. "Now dry your eyes
and put your panties on Sis". Richard reluctantly stepped into his
panties and his big sister pulled them up. She then lowered a white
satin slip over his head and straightened it around his hips and waist.
Richard could see that he had no choice and obediently put up his hands
as Tara put a pretty white dress on him. She swirled his skirts,
smiling as she did so, for this was the sister that she desired.
After brushing his hair, pinning a bow on each side, and putting him in
little girl shoes, she brought him out again to be with the rest of the
girls. Alyssa laughed and said, "Oh, our little mermaid has emerged".
All the girls laughed, including Richard, for it was amusing to think
that his untimely fall into the pool could be construed as an attempt to
go swimming. Alyssa's little joke seemed to break the ice and diffused
the tension of an otherwise unpleasant occurence. Cynthia finshed up the
rest of the pictures that needed to be taken and the girls started
chatting about where they would have lunch. Let's eat at a Mexican
restaurant restaurant, said Jamie. I can practice my Spanish there."
"Great idea", replied Tara. "I am getting hungry thinking about it.
But you girls must be careful not to spill on your pretty dresses".
Richard, who by this time was getting very hungry himself, chimed in,
"Oh I won't Tara. I'll be careful with my dress". Tara, upon hearing
Richard call his outfit, "my dress", almost cried. She was so happy.
Could this be the breakthrough that she hoped for? She had expected
that it might take weeks to get Richard accustomed to wearing dresses.
But he just referred to the dress that she made him wear as "my dress"!
This was a reason to be joyful. Tara took his hand and said, "Yes Tina
darling. We're ready to eat lunch right now ". So the women and five
little girls left the modeling agency to dine together, delighted to see
that Tara's little brother accepted the fact that he was girlishly
clothed in "his dress" and not the clothes of a boy.
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"I Made my Son a Girl"! #20
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"Shopping with Big Sister"!
Tara Collins was the happiest girl alive! Not only had her Briarcliff
girls been a smashing success as models for her Gabrielle Montaigne
Agency, but she had successfully converted her nine year old brother
into a little girl. Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration in
that Richard has not yet said that he wants to be her little sister
forever. But she had made a start, and taking him out in a dress
yesterday and introducing him to her friends as her sissy brother, had
to have an affect on him. Having my feminized son Jamie to help her in
Richard's feminization was definitely a plus in Tara's eyes. Today she
was going to take Richard shopping at Macy's on 34th Street and buy him
a wardrobe for the entire summer. Needless to say there would not be
any
pants among the summer frills in which Richard would daily attired.
Tara tingled with excitement as she contemplated how she would at long
last have the sister that she desired.
Richard however, did not fully share his sister's expectations. After
all he was a nine year old boy who enjoyed participating in all kinds
of
sports. Living with his mother in the heart of the Allegheny Mountains
in central Pennsylvania, he was accustomed to going hunting and fishing
with his friends. It wasn't unusual for Richard to get into fights
with
other boys after school and come home with torn and dirty clothes. Even
though he had the delicate features of a girl, he was in every way your
typical boy child. As he was brushing his teeth that morning, he found
himself experiencing conflicting emotions. He was daydreaming about
being at his favorite fishing hole with his friends but the image
reflecting back at him in the mirror was not one that he would want his
friends to see. For he was wearing a lace timmed, peach-colored, satin
baby doll nightgown ans panties that his sister made him wear. He
rinsed his mouth out and thought, "Oh my goodness. What is happening to
me"? He stared at the girlish nightie with the satin bow and delicately
embroidered bodice. He touched the satin ribbon with the tip of his
finger, and couldn't believe that he was dressed in such a girlish
fashion. What had Tara done to him? Suddenly he became very angry and
tore off his dainty nightie , throwing it against the wall. He then
stepped out of his panties, threw them down and wrapped a towel around
his waist. Then he shouted, "Tara, I have something to tell you".
Tara, already dressed in a bright pink summer dress was singing in the
kitchen, looking forward to taking her brother "Tina" shopping. Jamie,
who had also risen early was dressed in a cute little yellow sundress,
with sun flowers on the pocket of his skirt. Upon hearing Richard shout,
she went immediately to the bathroom and saw her brother with the towel
wrapped around him. She said, "Oh, are you ready to get dressed,
honey"? Richard, in a discourteous display of boyish behavior said,
"I'm not going to be your sister, Tara. I am a boy and I want to go
home". Tara put her hands on her hips, sighing, and said, "Richard, what
am I going to do with you? You just don't understand, honey. I am not
asking you if you want to be a girl. You will be a girl, and you will
do exactly as I say. She went over and grabbed the towel from her
embarrassed brother and taking him by the hand, led him into her room.
Tara sat her little brother down on her satin bedspread and went to her
lingerie drawer. She reached in and withdrew a pair of light blue satin
panties which she proceeded to put on a struggling Richard. "Now sit
still Honey while I try to make you understand what is happening to
you". She pulled Richard close to her and he could feel the silkiness
of his panties as he slid across the bedspread toward her. Tara, took
her hand and cupped his little chin, saying, " Richard dear, I want to
be honest with you. I am already in my twenties and you are only nine
years old. I know what is best for you. I love you very much, Honey,
and I know in my heart that you will be happy as a little girl".
Richard started to protest, but Tara put two manicured and polished
fingers over his lips and said, "Hush now honey and listen to big
sister".
As Tara gently stroked her brother's hair, she began to work on his nine
year old mind. "Richard", she said, "or would you prefer that I call
you, Tina, dear"? "My name is Richard", the boy protested. "Very well,
I will call you Richard for now", Tara responded. "Richard, you need to
know that you are a very beautiful child, far too pretty to be a boy.
Even though you think you are a boy, mother and I have always thought
that you should have been a girl. When you are in a pretty dress as you
were yesterday, it seemed so right on you. No one can tell that you are
not a girl. Look at me, honey!". Tara felt such an overwhelming
feeling of love for her sister to be. She said, "Sweetie, it would make
Sister so happy if you would be her little girl. We could do so many
things together. It isn't so bad being a girl, Richard. Think of all
the things that we could do together if you were a girl. We could go
shopping for pretty clothes and dress exactly alike. Richard", she said
with genuine emotion in her voice, "We can wear matching sister
dresses!" She hugged her little brother to herself, saying, "Wouldn't
that be fun, sweetie"? Richard felt so intimidated and when his hand
accidently brushed the side of his sat in panties, he pulled it away
quickly. Tara, noticing the gesture said, "Richard, you look very cute
in your panties. It is alright to wear them Girls love to wear pretty
panties". Tara then embraced her pantied brother and holding his face
in her hands said, "You are no longer a boy, Tina!" Richard, already
feeling like a complete sissy in his satin panties just sat there, as
Tara continued. "I am going to let your hair grow long and put you in
skirts and dresses. Your nails will always have a girlish shade of pink
or red on them and you will wear light lipstick Richard. You should be
happy that I am going to treat you like a big girl. Most girls do not
get to wear lipstick when they are still so young". Running her finger
across the boy's red lips, Tara whispered, "Wouldn't you rather be a big
girl honey, or would you prefer that I dressed you in the frilly dresses
of a little girl"? Richard was getting confused again. How should he
answer his sister? She was giving him a choice, which was nice, but it
was between being dressed and treated as an older girl or being put in
sissy little dresses like a baby.
As Tara waited for her brother to answer, she took his hand in hers and
admired the excellent job she had done with his nails. Richard had
always had such unkempt nails as a boy and she wondered how boys could
get them so dirty. They must be playing in the dirt all the time, she
thought. But now Richard's nails were perfectly manicured and had a
lovely shade of pink on them. Tara smiled wistfully at her brother and
said, "Tina, look at how pretty your nails are. Don't you just love
them"? As Richard smiled a little, she felt him weakening in his boyish
resolve and continued, "You would look so silly wearing pants with such
pretty nails, Honey. I just know that we can find a little dress that
would be more appropriate for you. Wouldn't you like to look pretty
like big sister, Richard"? "Oh, if he would just stop fighting being a
girl", Tara thought. "I really do not want to call my sister, Richard.
He is Tina now and I must break this boyish spirit". Richard was
sitting silently, looking so cute and innocent in his panties, when Tara
began stroking his hair again and started to sing to him, In a sweet
melodious voice she softly sang,
Oh little Tina, my dear Barbie child,
You used to be a boy, but now you are mild,
Look at you Honey, you are sugar and spice,
Clad in sweet dresses, you are gentle and nice.
Tara cradled her nine year old brother in her arms and repeated the
verse Singing sweetly to the feminized boy, she meant every word. It
just seemed so right in her eyes. She was not being mean to Richard.
She just wanted to bring out the little girl that she knew existed
deeply within him. Richard, seemingly mesmerized by his sister's loving
tenderness, closed his eyes and once again felt a wave of girlishness
flowing over him, cleansing him of the rough and jagged edges of boyhood
that scorned the world in which lace dresses and beribboned petticoats
were acceptable attire. Tara continued singing softly,
Oh little sister, you shall be called Miss,
Now as a girl, I shall give you a kiss,
Your hair will grow long, and pretty you'll be,
For you darling Tina, are a girl just like me.
Richard let out a little sigh and Tara said, "Oh honey, it's going to be
just fine. I love you so much and we are going to be the best of
friends from now on. Now little sister, you must get you dressed
though, so sit up and let me get you ready". Richard sat up, wiping his
eyes, for the strange girlish feelings that he was experiencing had
brought gentle tears. Tina, seeing his tears, simply felt more love
for her sister. Recognizing the importance of sissifying Richard while
he was in this girlish mood did not escape Tara's attention. She knew
that she might have to constantly battle boyish regressions, at least
until Richard truly became Tina. Tara reached into her scented lingerie
drawer and pulled out a little training bra that she had bought for her
brother. It was light blue satin and perfectly matched his blue satin
panties. Holding the bra out, she approached her brother, who
instinctively held his arms out as the girlish garment was placed on
him. Tara was so very gentle, and carefully adjusted the straps in the
back to make sure that the boy would feel comfortable in his bra. Tara
thought, "That really does look much better. He looks so sweet in his
bra". Richard touched the smooth satin of the cups and shuttered
slightly, perhaps feeling that he was truly becoming a girl. Tara then
brought out a full skirted blue satin petticoat from her closet and
held it up to her brother's chest. Their eyes met as Tara held it in
front of him and words did not seem necessary as Richard lifted his arms
and Tara lowered the ultra feminine petticoat over the boy until it's
silky skirts were brushing his knees. Tara smoothed out the skirt,
fluffing it, and delighting in the hand sewn workmanship of the garment.
This was an undergarment that was made for the most feminine of girls
but it would belong to Richard thanks to a loving sister who desired
that her brother should experience the joy of being a girl.
Tara had decided that Richard should have a special treat because he was
so cooperative this morning. So she said to her brother, "Sweetie,
because you are such a good girl, I am going to let you wear stockings
today, just like me" Tara had planned to put little socks trimmed with
lace on him, just like a nine year old might wear. But she reasoned
that the feel of nylon on his legs as he swished about in his dress and
petticoats would perhaps remind him even more of the new life that she
had planned for him. Richard had never seen a garter belt before and
appeared to be a little afraid of wearing it. Tara simply smiled and
said, ""Honey, this will hold your nylons up and it is such fun to
wear. "Lift your petticoats dear"! As the petticoated boy stood
before her, Tara, kneeling down, reached under his skirts and fastened
the blue satin garter belt around his waist, letting the little straps
come through his panties. "Now sit down Richard" she said. Richard
gathered his skirts around him and sat as Tara lovingly slid the first
silky stocking up his smooth leg. Oh, he felt so different as the silk
encased his lower leg and thigh. Richard touched his nyloned leg and
let his fingers linger. Tara, seeing his move said, "That's alright
honey. You can touch your pretty nylons. Doesn't the silkiness feel
heavenly? All girls like wearing pretty nylons and you will grow to
adore wearing them". She kissed him on the forehead and then slid the
other one up his leg and fastened it to his garter belt. "Stand up now
Honey, and walk across the room". Richard stood up and began to walk.
His petticoats flaired out delightfully and feeling the tug of his
nylons agains the garter belt,he thought, "This is the way girls must
feel all the time. Richard said to himself, "Oh my goodness. I am a
sissy now". But Tara wasn't though with him yet. Richard was being
initiated into the wonderful world of women and girls and he was only
beginning to experience its privileges and joys.
Tara was pleased with the way Richard looked. He was being transformed
into her sister before her very eyes. She thought, "I want to see what
he looks like as an older girl too. So she fetched a pair of her blue
satin heels that she had worn to a wedding where she was a bridsmaid.
Tara had small feet and knew that the pumps would fit her brother. So
she brought them to the chair where the boy was seated, looking like a
demure little princess. She said, "Look honey, now you are really
going to be a big girl. Hold out your foot". As Richard did so, she
slipped the two and one half inch high heeled shoe on his stockened
foot. "Oh such pretty shoes", she said. Then she placed the other one
on him and said, "Now stand up Tina". The boy stood, holding on to
Tara's shoulder for balance and the two sisters began to walk across the
room together. "That's right honey. Take small steps. Oh, you are
doing so well. You walk just like a girl". As Richard successfully
completed two trips back and forth across the room, Tara swooped him up
in her arms as if he were a bride, and kissed him. "Oh little sister",
she said, as she straightened his petticoat, "I love you so much". She
put him down and said, "Now lets get your dress on you. A proper girl
doesn't run around in her underwear!" She giggled playfully and
Richard found himself laughing too. It was indeed happening. Her
brother was being changed into a little girl and Tara was beaming. For
the first time she allowed herself to think, "What will mother think?.
Her little athletic boy is beginning to love wearing satin and lace. I
hope she will like having two daughters" For the first time, Tara
thought of boldly taking Richard back to Pennsylvania fully attired as
a little girl. She wasn't thinking about what his friends would say or
about whether he wanted to live as a girl. She was simply thinking, "I
want a little sister to teach about becoming a young woman and since I
do not have any real sisters, Richard is going to become a girl". As
Richard waltzed around in his petticoat and heels, Tara's determination
was reinforced and she decided right then and there that Richard would
become a girl for good. She would convince mother that it was the right
thing to do.
The boy's dress was a picture of lovliness. Tara was humming to herself
as she lifted it from its hanger in the closet. Richard already feeling
overwhelmed in his petticoat, panties, nylons and heels, simply swooned
when he saw the frilly femininity of his new dress. Tara said, "This
is your very own dress, little brother. It is not one of my old ones.
I bought it just for you, sweet girl. Isn't it the prettiest dress
you have ever seen"? Richard was speechless. But Tara did not want the
boy to have any second thoughts so she immediately said, "Describe your
pretty dress for me Richard. Go ahead honey. Tell sister what you
see". As shes poke to her now girlish brother she gently swayed the
dress back and forth and Richard stared at this item of clothing that
any self respecting boy would never admire. Richard began to speak,
"It's, it's a blue dress, Tara". "Of course it is blue", laughed Tara.
"I want you to tell me about the details". She walked over and held it
up to him. "Feel it honey", she said. Richard ran his hand over the
satin material of his dress and touched the lace edging of its Peter Pan
collar. "Yes honey", said Tara. "Doesn't it feel wonderful. Boys can
never wear such pretty and dainty things. That's why I am making you a
little girl. Tell me about the collar of your dress, dear". Richard felt
the collar and said, "It is very dainty and has lace on it, Tara".
"Good girl", smiled Tara. "Isn't it pretty"? "Yes, it is", responded
Richard. "Tell me about the sleeves Tina", Tara said, calling him by
the name she desired for him. "The sleeves are very puffy and have lace
and ribbons on them". "Oh hon," said his sister, "that is right. Your
dress has darling puffy sleeves and such dainty trim, just like girls
love". As Richard stared at his expensive hand embroidered dress, Tara
suddenly swung it over his head and helped the boy put his arms through
the puffy sleeves. It fell gently to his knees and as Tara looked at her
brother and began buttoning him up, she felt, "Oh he is going to make a
wonderful girl. I just know it"
Richard stood before Tara's full length mirror and was amazed at how
much he looked like his sister. He had never thought of himself as a
girl before but looking in the mirror was somewhat shocking to him as
he did not see a little boy looking back. He saw a feminine nine year
old child wearing a petticoat and nylons and he was being buttoned into
a delicate light blue dress by his sister. "Just two buttons to go,
darling", Tara said, "and you will be a perfect girl". It was as if
Tara was saying, "Wearing a dress, slip and panties automatically
changes a boy into a girl" Well, maybe it was not able to change him
physically, but being femininely dressed was affecting Richard's young
mind for he felt light headed, gentle, vulnerable and very, very
girlish. Tara finished buttoning his dress and fetched a blue hair
ribbon from her drawer. Tying the lovely satin ribbon into his hair,
she knew that this was the right thing to do to her brother. He should
have been a girl from the beginning she thought. Tara regretted not
putting Richard in dresses when he was a small child. But at long last,
she had a sister and attired in his new dress with a pretty hair ribbon,
Richard certainly looked the part. "Sit down Tina", his sister said,
speaking to him more boldly now that he was totally dressed as a girl.
Tara took her lipstick out of her purse and began to do the little
boy's lips. It was a pretty pink color, similar to the pink nail polish
that Richard had on and identical to the lipstick that Tara herself
was wearing. She determined that Richard was going to be a younger
image of herself. She put make up and blush on the child and after
applying her best cosmetics to him, stood back and admired her
handiwork. What she saw was not a little boy. She had created her own
little Barbie doll, a dainty, girlishly dressed boy whom she would dress
and treat as a sister for the entire summer. Tara was so very happy and
said, "Tina darling, go and watch television while I get ready. Then
we sisters are going to Macy's and buy you all the dresses and pretty
accessories that a new girl like you needs to complete her wardrobe".
Richard obediently walked to the couch, and smoothing his skirts under
him, began watching the home shopping network which just happened to be
showing dolls to the viewing audience. Tara smiled and thought, "I
must buy my new sister a pretty doll today".
It was almost noon when Tara, Jamie and Richard walked into the little
girl's department of Macy's. Very aware that he was wearing a dress
and panties, Richard felt like he was in a different world. There were
other women and girls all around and Richard could see the love in the
faces of the mothers as they held up pretty dresses to their daughters.
With his still somewhat boyish mind Richard could see the special
relationship that mothers have with their daughters that they could
never have with their sons. He wondered what his mother would think if
she could see him now. Tara on her part was very aware of what she was
doing to Richard. She had thought out her plan to feminize him very
carefully and she was inwardly delighted that he was at her side as a
little girl and not as an out of control boy child. A salesgirl
approached the girls and said, "Hi, may I help you find any thing in
particular"? Tara looked at Richard and in a moment of forgetfulness
said, "Yes, he needs two or three new dresses". The salesgirl, a very
pretty high school student did a double take and said, "Excuse me, did
you say, he"? Tara, embarrassed for just a moment, quickly recovered
and said, "Oh yes, he is playing a girl's part in a play next week and
we are getting him used to being a girl". "Oh my, said the salesgirl, "I
never saw a boy in a dress before. He does look cute though". She then
looked at Richard, and smiling said, "Do you like being a little girl"?
Richard looked down and Tara answered for him, "Well, he is still
getting used to it but he does like his dress, don't you dear"? Richard
just nodded and the salesgirl patted him on the head saying, "That's
ok. I think you look adorable. Let's see what we can find for you. Do
you want a fancy dress for him", she asked Tara. "Yes, I want two of
the prettiest dresses that you have, preferably in pastel shades". The
salesgirl pulled two very lacy dresses off the rack, one in yellow and
the other in pink, and handed them to Tara. "These are very feminine",
she said, "and should fit him perfectly". "Tina", Tara said, calling
him by his new girl's name, "Let's go into the dressing room and try
these on". The salesgirl, upon hearing the boy called Tina, motioned to
one of her friends to come over. As Tara and Richard entered the
dressing room, the salesgirl said, "Bev, you are not going to believe
it. There is a little boy in the dressing room trying on dresses. Isn't
that wild"? Her friend said, "Really, oh I want to see him".
While Tara and Richard were changing, the salesgirl and her friend asked
Jamie about Richard. "Is he your little brother too", hon?, they
asked. "No" my son responded, "He is Tara's brother. She always wanted
a little sister and so she is dressing him as a girl this summer". "Oh
my goodness", responded the girl. "Did he resist being put in girl's
clothes"? "Oh yes", said Jamie, "He didn't like it at all but he really
had no choice". The two salesgirls looked at each other and Bev said,
"Maybe he should have been born a girl". Of course neither of the girls
knew that Jamie was a boy and he saw no purpose in telling them at the
time. Just then Tara and Richard came out of the dressing room with
Richard clad in a dress that looked like a first communion dress. It
was full of lace and fell in gentle swirls around his knees. "Ohhhhhh",
said the salesgirl. "He does make an adorable little girl". Tara smiled
and nodded her head in agreement. "Do you think his dress is short
enough?" asked Tara. "I am afraid that the dress might be a little long
on him". "No", Bev answered, "that is the style today. It does come to
just above his knees" Richard stood looking in the mirror and felt
totally girlish. Boys just do not wear white lace dresses and remain
boys for long. A pretty dress changes the way a boy thinks and Richard
found himself thinking like a little girl. He thought, "I need a white
hair ribbon instead of a blue one with this dress" Of course this is
precisely what Tara wanted. She wanted Richard to not only dress like a
girl but to think and feel like one too. "I've made Richard a little
sissy", she thought, "and soon he will be a girl like me".
End of Chapter #20.
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