Past Memory - Emma's Story
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'Hmm. Some deportment practice is required before we go out' mum said 'meanwhile have a good look at yourself in the mirror!' The sight of the younger version of my mother staring back at me from the full-length mirror was most electrifying. 'Turn around and see how you look from each angle' she said 'and stop slouching. Stand tall, with your head up and chest out'.
Spending many minutes admiring my new look I couldn't help thanking mum. 'Its brilliant. I just can't believe the change' I said, not adding how much I enjoyed the growing feelings from within. 'My new daughter does look better than I could have imagined' she replied 'but you really must practice your deportment and walking in heels. You don't want a broken leg do you?' Whilst helping tidy up, she instructed and I practised until I gained sufficient confidence for her to decide that it was time to depart before it got too late.
Donning a short coat and scarf we left for Brian's house, walking arms linked until my confidence increased in my new female role. Just before arriving at Brian's I realised that I didn't know what to say or do, but Mum told me to relax as she had everything planned. So we arrived and ----well you know what happened next.
Chapter Two. Developments.
Waiting back at home for mum's return, I feared what Brian and his mum might have said or done. How could I ever face them again, but apparently neither had recognised me, mum having feigning surprise at the incident, but disappointed that the jape hadn't gone further.
'Never mind, there is time to develop your female role' she said. 'Some serious training will reduce risk of recognition and expand your skills so that the jape will then ensure its victim doesn't realise what happened' 'But I thought we had finished?' 'Not buy a long chalk' she replied 'I want one hundred percent effort from now on, otherwise I shall let Brian and your friends know what you have been up to'. Trapped, you bet - but enjoying every minute of being dressed as I was.
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