Dressing

The inability to express oneself is one of the worst things I can think of. Myself, I didn't know that boys were not supposed to wear dresses until I showed up at the dinner table completely dressed as a girl.

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In my room I showed mom what I had selected to wear, all of it, and all she said was "adequate"! "I have to go to the store on Saturday anyway, so why don't we get you dressed and let me see what you look like, and if you need anything we can get it then. I'll even do your hair for you." "Dad." "Won't be here all weekend. Now plan on getting dressed right after breakfast On Saturday."

It was a very long two days as I wondered just what mom had in mind, but I was not about to let this opportunity slip by, and on Friday night I made sure that I didn't have one stray hair anywhere on my body. Right after breakfast mom and I went to my room where I slipped on a pair of panties, then as she watched I used the foam pads to make my hips rounder. I slipped on the pantybrief and reached for the bra, but mom stopped me.

"Lets do makeup first Tim." I walked into my sister's room and sat at her vanity while reaching for the foundation. Mom sat next to, and slightly behind me watching, but not saying anything as I smoothed the liquid foundation evenly on my face. I started to reach for the eyeshadow, but mom stopped me. "Let me show you something Tim." She dabbed at my face with some loose powder, letting it set for a moment before she brushed away the excess, leaving my skin looking smooth and soft, and all one color.

Mom watched as I added a bit of earth tone eyeshadow, then a soft plum over that, highlighted with black eyeliner on both upper and lower lids. I used a rose silk blusher on each cheek and was reaching for the lipstick when mom told me to wait. She sprayed my hair with hairspray, and began to curl my hair with a curling iron. As she worked I watched her carefully so I could do it myself if I had to, or had the chance. She left my hair all curled up, telling me to finish getting dressed. I slipped the bra on and added my birdseed breastforms to the cups. I now had a full `A' cup.

Sitting on the bed I slipped on some pantyhose, then went to the closet to get the dress I had planned to wear to the party. "Oh no, not that Tim. For shopping you'll want a skirt and blouse." "Shopping?" "Of course! You'll have to try on anything we buy, and I'm sure that you would rather look like a girl trying on clothes rather than a boy!" "But I thought. I mean. what if someone sees me!" "Then they will see a pretty 15 year old girl! Now find a skirt and blouse and lets finish getting you ready."

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