This is a continuation of "Busted" and part of a series. This is part 2. For suggestions on the future of this series, email me at Netwiz31@yahoo.com
She started telling me how she had always wanted a little daughter that she could dress up and go shopping with. Not that she was disappointed with me, but without my father around, it would be kind of difficult for her to have another child. When my father left her many years back, she went through a long stage of depression, and I was the only one there for her during that time, so I feel that is where we developed that close bond. But where was this bond leading? Now she has me sitting in her bed, while she rummages through her closet to find the perfect outfit for ME! I sat there just looking around, trying to act as casual as possible, while inside my head I was overcome with emotions. I didn't know whether I was excited or nervous, probably a little of both.
I snapped out of it when my mother had appeared to have selected the perfect outfit from her closet and laid them down next to me on the bed. Nervously, I glanced over at her selection and was shocked to find that she had been rather extreme with her selections considering this was the first time I had ever done anything like this. I know she was letting me explore, and trying to be helpful, but in a strange way it felt like she was trying to punish me.
"Mom, I can't wear that. There's NOOOOOO way!" I tried to protest.
"Nonsense. It will look great, just give it a chance." she said as she brushed her hand against my face.
I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this, and in front of my own mother for that matter! There next to me on the bed, she had laid out a black garter belt, black stockings, a dress she wore when she was little girl, and a pair of Mary Jane shoes to complete the outfit. Since I was 8 years old, there was no need for a bra. She told me that she would fix my make-up after I had got into the dress because she didn't want to get any on the dress. I actually agreed with her when she said this, and she gave me a little smile and told me to take off my clothes so we could get started.
Hesitantly, I removed my pants and then my shirt. As I sat on her bed in just my socks and underwear, she said, "Oh, I almost forgot! A little girl can't be walking around in a pair of boy's underwear, can he?" My face turned three shades of red when she said this. She wasn't going to actually make me wear panties was she?! Sure enough, she handed me a pair of pink panties and told me to take off my underwear and put those on. I cringed as I removed the last bit of boyhood and stood there fully naked in front of my mother.
"What are you just standing there for? You surely don't need my help putting those on."
I sighed and grabbed the pink panties and began to step into them. I was shocked as I slid them up my legs at how smooth they felt, so much different then boy's underwear. I think I may even have had a little smile on my face as I pulled them all the way up, encasing my penis in a harness of silk. It was the closest thing to ecstasy I had felt in all my 8 years. I think my mother could tell this too, as she stood there smiling at me, even giggling as I stood there staring down at my newly found joy.
"You're going to need my help putting these on." she said as she motioned towards the garter belt. Just then she changed her mind, and went back to her dresser. She returned with a pair of white tights.
"Little girls don't wear garter belts. I must have gotten caught up in the moment." she said as she chuckled and looked at me to see if I'd laugh with her. I couldn't laugh, but just wonder who was enjoying this more. She had me sit down on the edge of the bed, while she slowly rolled them up my legs. I can't describe the feeling I felt then, except to say that my legs became alive. A tingling sensation began in my toes and shot straight up to my thighs as she finished pulling them up. I stood up and pulled them the rest of the way up, carefully, as she instructed. I ran my hands over my legs and got goose bumps. I would have never guessed that this could feel so good.
"Hands up in the air, little girl." Mom told me.
She put my arms through the holes and brought the dress down over my body. She made sure to smooth it all out and make sure it looked perfect before she stepped back to check on her work. The dress came down to my knees, and looking down at myself, I was a girl. There was no questions about it. I felt a sensation stirring inside me that I had never felt before. Almost a tingling, but much better. Next thing to do was to put on the shoes. Thank god the shoes didn't have any heels on them. I'm not sure how I would have handled learning to walk in heels while also taking in all these new sensations.
Mom placed them on the floor in front of me and I stepped into them one by one, and she fastened them in for me. They didn't feel like my sneakers at all, especially now that I was wearing tights. I took a few steps around the room, and was surprised to find that it wasn't uncomfortable at all like I had expected it to be. I'm not sure if it was the shoes or what, but I was even starting to imitate the girls I had seen at school, and how they walked. Mom picked up right away on this and said, "Well, I guess that's one less thing I am going to have to teach you." and then she gave me a quick wink.
What did she mean by that? Wasn't she just allowing me to experiment? Now it sounds like she is planning the rest of my life out for me. I gave her a quick smile so she wouldn't feel bad, and walked back over to the bed. She came over and gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, "Your such a pretty little girl. Let's do your make-up so we can get going?" My eyes opened wide at that comment. Where did she plan on going, and why would I be going with her dressed like this?
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