Mother's New Girl Part 1

[Judi]

Mother’s New Girl   Part 1

Ten-year-old Billy was excited about going on vacation. His dad had died several months ago and he looked forward to vacationing at his aunt’s home in the heart of the Pennsylvania mountains. Although his cousins were all older girls, Billy was able to amuse himself by playing with his toy cars, sorting his considerable collection of baseball cards, and splashing in the large outdoor pool. He expected that he would be doing the same this summer as he did in times past, although dad wouldn’t be there to encourage him.

Billy’s mom, Sylvia, however, had different plans for Billy. She was always jealous of her sister’s having three girls and often wished that Billy had been a girl. When he was little, she often found herself fussing with his pretty blond hair while dreaming that he was her daughter. When her husband was away, she often seized the opportunity to slip a little dress on him. She felt guilty buying girl’s dresses for her son but making Billy pretty gave her a pleasure that she couldn’t quite describe. It made her feel closer to her child. However, when father came home unexpectedly one afternoon and saw Billy in a  yellow party dress, he put his foot down and told Sylvia, “Never again.”

Sylvia reluctantly kept her promise to her husband but now he was gone. Her desire for a daughter had not gone away and she was determined that her exceptionally beautiful little boy should experience a summer like few boys have ever known. She would break the news to him the evening before they left their upstate New York home to drive to Pennsylvania. It was approximately seven in the evening when Sylvia entered the living room and sat down on the sofa next to Billy, who was fidgeting with a G.I. Joe action figure doll. Putting her arm around her son, she said, “Dear, aren’t you a little tired of G.I. Joe always having to be in a fight of one kind or another? When I was your age, my dolls were into fun things like pretty clothes and slumber parties.”

Sylvia, looking deeply into Billy’s eyes, awaiting a response.  “Oh mom,” he said, “Those things are for girls.” As Billy adjusted the little assault weapon cradled by his action figure, Sylvia gently took it out of his hand. “Billy,” she said. “We have to have a little talk. Mother has been concerned about your always talking about war and fighting and things. We’re leaving for Aunt Jane’s tomorrow and your cousins are not used to having boys around and such talk would be upsetting to them. So we are going to leave G.I. Joe at home and make a few changes so that you and your cousins get along just perfectly.”

“What kind of changes, Mom?” Billy asked.  This was the moment that Sylvia had been anticipating for weeks. How would Billy react? Sylvia crossed her fingers and felt it would be best to tell him outright rather than drag out her rather elaborate plans for him. So she drew him close to her and almost whispered, “Billy, mother has decided to make you into a girl for our trip so you can be more like your cousins.” There was a moment of silence as the child looked up unbelievingly at his mother’s face and then said, “Noooo, mom, I don’t want to be a girl.” Sylvia thought that might happen but she was prepared for his little outburst. She immediately held her child close and said, “Billy, sweetheart, you may not want to do this, but mother wants you to, and you will see how much fun it will be for both of us. Mommy’s a lady and I know you will make a wonderful girl too. You are beautiful, honey. Wouldn’t you like to be a girl like mommy?”

Billy’s emotions began to run wild within him. Ever since his father died, his contact with males had been rather limited. He was living in the very feminine environment of his mother where two weeks earlier he had discovered pictures of himself dressed as a girl when he was three years old. Mother explained that she dressed him for Halloween but Billy noticed that the pictures were taken in a flower garden during the summer. Now he was hearing that his mother wants to put him in girl’s clothes to go to Aunt Jane’s. Billy was roused out of his daydreaming by mother’s voice saying, “Dear, I know that this will be very different, but you have to trust me that it is best for you. Mother wants you to be a sweet and gentle child and a summer as a girl with your cousins will bring us much closer together.”

While Billy contemplated his mother’s words, Sylvia slipped out of the room only to return with an armful of the girl’s clothes that she had purchased for him. Billy could see lots of ruffles and lace as his mother laid the clothes on one of the big living room chairs. She then came over and began to undress Billy. Talking to him in loving terms, she assured him that he was going to love his new clothes. She said, “Billy, I’m very proud of you for always being such an obedient little boy. You listen to mommy and you know how much she loves you. I want you to trust mommy as she helps you to be the child you were always meant to be.” After Sylvia had removed all of Billy’s clothes, she reached for the silky pink panties that she had purchased for her son.

Holding them up before him, she said, “Billy, look darling, at your pretty panties. They are going to be such fun for you to wear.” Holding them out for her child, she said, “Step into them, honey.” Billy lifted his right leg and then the left as mother pulled the lovely panties to his waist. “There darling,” she said, “now you are my little Julie.” Billy heard the name Julie and it stirred up deep memories within him. He seemed to recall his mother sometimes calling him Julie when he was a very little boy.  He said, “Is Julie my new name, mommy?” Sylvia replied, “Yes, dear, isn’t it a pretty name? It’s a pretty name for a very pretty little boy.” Sylvia wanted to say, “little girl,” but she would wait until she had his dress on him before doing that.  Sylvia adjusted the child’s panties and seemed pleased that she had chosen just the right color and size for her son.

Sylvia had a big smile on her face and she reached for Billy’s next item of clothing. Billy had often seen his mother in her pretty bras but never dreamed that he would be wearing one himself. But his mother produced a pink satin training bra that perfectly matched the child’s panties and said, “Darling, hold your arms out for mommy.” Already feeling very girlish in his panties, the boy now seemingly in a trance, did as his mother asked. His eyes closed momentarily as he felt his bra straps being pulled over his shoulders and mother fastening his bra behind him. The slight feeling of constriction was not at all unpleasant and the happy expression on his mother’s face made the child feel comfortable if not a little jumpy in his feminine attire. Billy noticed that there was a cute pink flower in the middle of his bra.

Sylvia was in heaven and couldn’t wait to complete her child’s feminization. “How do you feel, dear,” she asked excitedly.  “Oh mommy,” the boy replied, “I feel so different.” The child felt the silkiness of the sides of his panties as he fingered the little rosebud and the delicate lace. Mother had spared no expense in purchasing the very finest children’s lingerie for her son. Sylvia said, “Of course you feel different, honey. You are feeling like a girl. Isn’t it wonderful, honey? You look just like mommy.” The boy was in a state of shock and disbelief when Sylvia held up an absolutely gorgeous full pink nylon petticoat before her son. She swished it before him enticingly, saying, “Look darling, isn’t this the prettiest petticoat you have ever seen. Mommy bought it just for you.”

Billy had never been asked to comment on any kind of girl’s clothes before, let alone this ultra girlish undergarment that boys never dared to mention by name. “Well darling,” said mother, ”Isn’t it lovely.”  The child stared at the dainty petticoat as mother lifted it in the air to place over his head. It seemed as if time stood still as the skirt of his petticoat slowly came drifting down over his head, shoulders, and arms, floating ever so freely until it stopped just above his knees.

At long last Billy Adams was pantied and petticoated as mother had always wanted and their mother and daughter fun was just beginning. Sylvia placed her manicured and polished hands on Billy’s waist and spun him around like a ballerina, as the skirts of his petticoat swished around him.  “Oh Julie,” mother exclaimed, “Look how pretty you look.” The boy looked in the large mirror on the east wall and saw his skirts swirling about his legs as mother clasped her hands together with great joy. Billy was being slowly inducted into girlhood by his loving mother and it was not an unpleasant experience. Sylvia could hardly hold back her excitement as she reached for the child’s dress. As Billy looked on with wide eyes, his mother held up the sweetest pink party dress that any child, boy or girl, could hope for. It had puffy lace short sleeves, a Peter Pan collar and flowed delicately to just above the knees.

Sylvia said, “Put your arms in the air, Julie, while mommy puts your dress on you.” The feminized boy shivered as he complied with his mother’s command. Billy felt his boyhood fleeing as the dress came down over him. Mother secured it in place and smoothed her child’s skirt. She then stepped back and with an approving look said, “Julie, you are a beautiful girl now. With your blonde hair and beautiful face I always knew that you were meant to be a young lady. Look at yourself in the mirror, honey. You are my little girl, sweetheart, mommy’s little girl.”

Billy was in another world. Just moments ago, he was playing with his G.I. Joe and thinking boyish thoughts. Now he was wearing a sissy dress, being encouraged by his mother, and being told that he was a girl.  Without thinking he twirled around watching his skirts follow him in the mirror. Mother beamed and thought, “I can’t wait to let Jane and the girls see Billy. But first I must finish dressing him and put on his Mary Janes and make up. Truly, a new day had dawned for Sylvia and Billy. Sylvia felt confident that a summer in dresses would work wonders on Billy’s personality and behavior and that as mother and daughter, they would experience a new closeness and a feminine bond that would never be broken. That night, Billy would sleep in a long pink satin nightgown and panties, which would prepare him for his new adventure at Aunt Jane’s.

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[Anonymous]

Mother’s New Girl   Part 2



“You’re mommy’s little girl, Billy.” The softly spoken words of his mother voice echoed in Billy’s ears as Sylvia unbuttoned the pearl buttons on the back of her son’s pretty new dress. “Did mother really make me a girl by dressing me in pretty clothes?” Billy wondered. The child knew that he was still physically a boy but it seemed that being petticoated by his mother had changed him in some mysterious way.



Mother placed the boy’s pink dress on the chair and proceeded to remove his petticoat and bra. Billy instantly placed his hands over his chest when his bra was removed, feeling instinctively that it was immodest of him to be bare-chested. His mother who was pleased that Billy reacted in such a girlish manner did not miss this gesture.



Mother stared approvingly at her son as he stood before her clad only in his pink lace panties. She said, “Honey, now that you are mommy’s little girl, I want you to sleep like a girl. Is that alright with you, sweetheart?”  What could Billy say?  He did not feel right about asking for his G.I. Joe back when he was wearing sissy panties like his mother.  So he replied, “How do I sleep like a girl, mommy?”  



Sylvia smiled and said, “By wearing a pretty nightgown exactly like mine, honey.”  Sylvia produced a long, light pink, nylon satin gown with exquisite lace on the bodice, a pretty ribbon in the center, and a lacy hem. “This was the prettiest gown in the little girl’s department, honey, and mommy knew that you would adore wearing it.” Mommy was already wearing an identical gown and was happy that she had found one that matched her son’s.  



Sylvia walked slowly to her child and slipped the lovely, feminine gown over his head. As it fell to his ankles, overwhelming feelings of girlishness encompassed the little boy and he thought to himself, “I must be becoming a girl.” Indeed he was, for Billy, while he may have been too shy or embarrassed to admit it, did not feel ill at ease in his dress and panties nor in his pink gown. It was almost a release from the rigors of boyhood with all the pressures to be a little man.



Billy could see his mother’s support in her eyes and felt quite tender toward her. Sylvia brought Billy a longhaired blond doll clothed in a similar nightie for the boy to sleep with. She kissed him goodnight, pulled his gown about him, tucked his doll in close to him, and whispered, “Good night, sweet Julie. Sleep well my precious little girl.” Billy fell asleep rather quickly and dreamed that he was playing dolls with his cousins.



Billy was startled when he heard the alarm go off in mommy’s room the next morning. He barely had time to reflect on his rather girlish dream when he realized that he was dressed like a girl. Thoughts of the previous evening came rushing into his mind as he felt the silkiness of his long nightgown caressing his legs. Billy sat up in bed only to see mommy entering his room, looking beautiful in her matching nightgown.



“Good morning, Julie,” mommy said. Billy smiled sheepishly but saw only approval and joy on his mother’s face.  He thought, “Mother likes me like this. She really wants me to be a girl.” Billy was of course, correct. Sylvia did not treat Billy’s feminization as a game. She had longed for years for a daughter and now that she had Billy in skirts, she had no intention of letting her precious child revert to boyhood.



“Sweetie,” she said, “Let’s get some breakfast and then we must get dressed to go to Aunt Jane’s.  Taking Billy’s hand she raised him from the bed and mother and her new little girl embraced in a long hug. Billy felt so warm in his mother’s arms and was experiencing his mother’s love like he had never encountered when he was still a boy. As the two walked down the staircase to the kitchen, Billy felt very sissy as his nightgown brushed against his knees. He felt like skipping but mother was holding his hand firmly.  Sylvia opened a hallway closet and retrieved two identical pink satin quilted bathrobes.



She helped Billy into his robe and then put the other one on herself. She then handed Billy a pair of fluffy little girl slippers that the child slipped on his feet. Now they were ready for breakfast. Sylvia prepared a delicious meal of French toast and hot tea and was pleased as Billy ate his food with a daintiness becoming a well-mannered child. She thought to herself, “Maybe Billy was meant to be a girl after all. He is as sweet and delicate as a young lady.”



Soon it was time to dress for their trip. Billy had never been outside as a girl before but Sylvia was certain that he would do just fine. She had thought about what they should wear for weeks and decided that Billy would feel more confident and secure if the two were identically dressed. Not only would it be fun to wear matching mother and daughter dresses but it would enable Billy to properly identify with his mother, making it easier for him to transition from boy to girl. Sylvia did not want Billy feeling like a boy or thinking boyish thoughts. Being at mother’s side in a matching dress would help dissipate any unwanted male feelings in their new life together. Taking Billy by the hand, she led him into her lavish bedroom.



Removing his gown and panties, Sylvia said, “Billy, I have a wonderful surprise for you.” The blushing child said, “What is it, mommy?”  â€śWe, my sweet child, are going to dress exactly alike for our trip to Aunt Jane’s.” Sylvia then brought out two lovely full-skirted dresses from her closet and Billy almost fainted upon seeing them.



Mother had purchased the dresses online and she held up Billy’s dress for him to admire. It was a very girlish rose print dress with a full skirt, pink satin sash with a bouquet of flowers. Mother’s dress was similar but was a sheath dress with tulle ruffle along the hem just like her son’s. Billy had not worn such pretty clothes since mommy put him in dresses at three, and he was inwardly very excited.



“Let’s get you dressed, Billy,” mother said, “so we can be on our way.” The child was soon prettily pantied by his mother, this time in white, lace trimmed nylon panties. Mother then fetched a pair of shimmering white tights from one of her drawers. “What are those, mommy,” Billy asked. “These are your tights, dear,” Sylvia replied. “All little girls wear them with their pretty summer dresses.” As mommy pulled the shimmering tights up her son’s legs, the boy again felt a wave of girlishness coming over him that he did not fully understand.



Mother could see the bewilderment in his eyes and thought, “He’s subconsciously trying to hold on to his masculinity.” Sylvia embraced her little Julie and said, “Just be calm, dear. You are doing just fine. You are becoming a girl and it is perfectly normal for you to have sissy feelings. All little girls feel this way when their mothers dress them prettily.” Mother finished dressing her child in his tights and quickly reached for his training bra, knowing that he would feel better once he was in his bra.



“Turn around for mommy, darling,” she said. The boy, feeling a little unsure of himself in his tights and panties did as he was told while mommy put the white satin training bra on him. Since he had worn his first bra yesterday, he was not overly dazed, but he still needed to get used to the fact that pretty bras would be a permanent part of his new wardrobe. Mommy was very proper and would not permit him to go braless like some tomboys do.



Clad in his dainties, Sylvia completed his outfit with his white nylon petticoat and his rose print dress. The child looked stunning and only needed his little girl shoes and a hair ribbon to be picture perfect. Bringing out his white Mary Jane's, Sylvia said, “Slide into them honey. They’re such pretty shoes and they have little taps on them so you can go click, click, clicking on the sidewalk in your little dress.”



Mommy proceeded to fasten a beautifu white satin hair ribbon in Billy’s hair with a golden bobby pin, completing his look. Billy looked at himself in the dresser mirror and no longer saw a little boy. Mommy did not see a boy either and thought, “I do so love my little Julie. I know we are going to have so much fun together as mother and daughter.”  â€śCome here, Billy,” mommy said. Billy sashayed over to her and Sylvia took a tube of lipstick out of her purse.



Billy had never worn make up and was momentarily taken aback as mommy began to apply pink lipstick to his soft lips. He said, “Mommy, what are you doing?”  Sylvia replied, “I think you are old enough to wear just a touch of lipstick like your cousins, honey. It will make my little girl look even prettier.” Billy sighed as mommy again called him a girl, wondering if he would ever be a boy again.



The mention of his cousins caused Billy to panic slightly. He realized that they were going to see him as a girl. So was his Aunt Jane.  He said, “Oh mommy, what will Auntie Jane and my cousins say when they see me dressed like a girl?”  Honey, mother replied, “They will love you just like mommy does.



You will be able to try on your cousin’s pretty dresses, play with their Barbie dolls, have lovely little tea parties and do all the fun things that you couldn’t do as a little boy.” Billy didn’t look completely convinced but he trusted his mommy. After packing a light lunch for the trip, they walked to the car hand in hand, skirts swinging in unison, to visit Aunt Jane and the cousins.

[Judi]

Mother’s New Girl  Part 3

Sylvia and Billy approached their car and mother opened the car door for her son. She said, “Honey, smooth your skirt under you and sit down. Then swing your legs around like we practiced last night.”  Billy said, “Yes, mother” and like the good little girl he was becoming, he managed his skirt very well as he entered the vehicle. Mother closed Billy’s door and got in on the other side.

As the two began their trip to Aunt Jane’s, Sylvia was smiling because unlike previous visits to her sister’s home, she would now have her own little girl to show off and pamper.  As they drove, mother asked, “Billy, dear, are you comfortable? You look so pretty in your dress, honey. Mommy is so happy that you want to be her little girl.”

Billy was startled by his mother’s comment because he had never said that he wanted to be a girl. It was mother’s idea to put him in a dress and change his name to Julie. Billy was wondering why his mother was still referring to him by his boy’s name when Sylvia remarked, “Honey, since you’re dressed so prettily, mother thinks it would be better if we called you Julie from now on. Is that all right, sweetheart? You do not look like a “Billy” in your cute dress. It will make you feel better to have a pretty name.”

Billy thought for a moment and really didn’t see any way out. He was out in public with his mother wearing a dress and panties. He reasoned in his ten-year-old mind that it would probably be acceptable for his mother to call him Julie because he did feel very girlish in his sissy clothes. He knew that Mother did not bring any boy clothes with her, so he was going to be in a dress for the entire visit to Aunt Jane’s. The child did not comprehend that mother intended to keep him in dresses and make him the daughter she always wanted.

The four-hour drive passed swiftly and Billy dozed off several times. Soon he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and heard his mother’s voice saying, “Wake up darling, we’re just a couple of blocks from Aunt Jane’s.” Billy had a moment of panic as he realized how he was dressed and that Aunt Jane and his cousins were going to see him as a girl for the first time. After pulling into Aunt Jane’s driveway, Sylvia had to almost drag Billy out of the car, as he was really edgy.

His mother, seeking to calm her child’s fears, said, “Darling, do not worry. Aunt Jane and the girls are going to adore you. Now get out of the car, honey, smooth your dress, and we will go up to the door together. Mother took Billy’s hand and they walked up the sidewalk to the front door. Billy held the soft folds of his dress as his skirts swished in the gentle breeze.

Aunt Jane, who had seen the girls approaching from the window, opened the door and said, “Sylvia, it is so good to see you. And oh my goodness, who is this little lady? Is this who I think it is?” Sylvia smiled and said, “Jane, I want you to meet my new daughter, Julie.” Looking down at her son, Sylvia said, “Curtsy for Aunt Jane, sweetheart.” The boy tried to hide behind his mother’s skirts but she gently took him by the arm and brought him to a position right in front of Aunt Jane.”

Jane could see the boy’s petticoat swish as his mother brought him forward.  “Did you hear me, honey,” Sylvia said. “Curtsy prettily for Aunt Jane.” The child looked perplexed but then remembered what mother had taught him the evening before and taking hold of the sides of his dress, dropped a sweet curtsy to his aunt.” “Good girl,” said Sylvia, thinking that the child did that very well.

Aunt Jane looked at Sylvia, who gave a knowing wink to her sister, as if telling her to play along. Jane picked up her sister’s signal and said, “That was a lovely curtsy, Julie. What a sweet little girl you are.” Billy thought that Aunt Jane maybe didn’t recognize him said, “Aunt Jane. It’s me, Billy. I’m not really a girl. Mommy made me wear a dress for our trip.”  Sylvia was not pleased with Billy’s inappropriate denial of his new status. In just two short days she had become accustomed to her new daughter and said, “Julie, what a terrible think to say. Of course you’re a girl. You’re wearing a pretty dress and panties just like mommy’s. Now tell Aunt Jane you’re sorry for saying you’re not a girl.”

Sylvia had planned this outing for a long time and she was not going to tolerate rude boyish behavior. It was important for Billy to learn good manners and behave like the little girl she wanted him to be. Billy, feeling confused, said, “I’m sorry, Aunt Jane.” Jane, feeling a little uncomfortable at the confrontation between mother and son tried to defuse the situation by changing the subject.

Jane said, “The two of you look so nice. Please come in. The girls are playing upstairs and have been waiting to see both of you.” Sylvia gently placed her hand on Billy’s shoulder and eased the girlishly dressed boy forward. “Watch your step, dear,” Aunt Jane said, as the boy entered the house. Sylvia and Billy stood in the hall as Jane called her daughters to come down and greet their guests. “Girls,” she shouted, “Come downstairs and welcome Aunt Sylvia and Billy.” 

Jane’s daughters, Jennifer, Emily and Lauren were 14, 13 and 9 years old The girls were all brought up to be young ladies and were very feminine just like their mother. All three would be called “girly girls” as they adored dresses, perfume, dolls, nail polish,  make up, and girlish fun, just like you do, gentle reader.

Lauren started down the stairs first and stopped half way as she spotted Billy in his beautiful rose print dress standing next to his mother. She put her hand to her mouth in utter surprise as her sisters caught up to her on the staircase. The girls looked at one another silently until Emily said, “Billy’s wearing a dress.” Jane immediately said, “Girls, come join us and give Aunt Jane and Billy a hug.”  Billy just stood there with his hands at the sides of his dress, not knowing what to say. The girls continued down the stairs and each walked up to Aunt Jane and Billy and gave them girlish hugs.

Sylvia felt it was time to explain and said, “Girls, as you can see, there have been some changes at our home. Billy is a girl now and I want him to be a lovely, well-behaved child like all of you. I am counting on you to teach Billy how to be a proper girl while we are here.”  “Billy,” Sylvia said, “Tell the girls what your new name is, honey.” Billy looked up at his mother pleadingly, wishing that he has someplace to hide, but instead he said in a barely audible voice, “My new name is Julie.” “That’s right, sweetheart,” his mother said. “Your name is Julie and your cousins are going to help you learn to be a nice girl just like them.”

Seeing that Julie was about to cry, Jennifer came over and put her arms around him saying, “Don’t cry, Julie. I think you look very pretty in your dress.”  Looking at her sisters, she said, “Don’t you girls think Billy, I mean Julie, is cute in his dress?” The two sisters picked up on Jennifer’s comment and Lauren replied, “Oh yes, it is a very pretty dress.” Emily agreed, saying, “And I love your hair ribbon too.” Sylvia and Jane were smiling as the girls warmed up to their new girl cousin. Sylvia thought to herself, “This is going to work out better than I expected. The girls will help me feminize Billy so that he will soon forget he was a boy.”

Jane then told her daughters, “Girls, why don’t you take Julie up to your rooms and show him your dolls and pretty clothes while Aunt Sylvia and I have a cup of tea. We’ll call you when it is lunch time.”  At this, Jennifer took Billy’s hand and led him upstairs with the other girls. Billy felt very girlish in his dress and panties, a feeling that was heightened by the fact that his cousins were all wearing dresses too. They entered Jennifer’s room and closed the door behind them.

 Gathering around Billy the cousins asked the frightened boy question after question. Emily said, “Do you like being a girl now?”  Lauren asked him, “How does it feel for a boy to wear a dress? Do you feel like a girl?  Are you wearing panties too?”  Billy was sitting on the edge of Jennifer’s bed with his hands folded on his lap. He was so overwhelmed that he didn’t quite know what to say. He was afraid the girls would laugh at him so he said, “No, I want to be a boy.” Jennifer came over and put her arms around him, saying, “I heard your mom tell my mom that she wasn’t going to let you be a boy anymore. She wants you to be a girl so she can keep you in dresses.”

Billy again started to cry but Emily came over and adjusted his hair ribbon, saying, “Don’t cry, Billy. We like you as Julie. You are pretty and you make a nice girl. You’ll get used to it after a while.”  Jennifer said, “I know what we can do. Let’s play dress up so Billy won’t be so sad.” Lauren said, “That’s a great idea. Billy can be our little sister.” The girls still hadn’t gotten used to calling Billy by his new girl’s name. Jennifer said, “Billy, as the little sister you can wear one of our little party dresses.  Stand up so I can take your dress off.” Jennifer untied the sash around Billy’s dress and slipped it over his head being careful not to displace his hair ribbon.

Billy was left standing in the middle of the three girls in just his lacy petticoat. Emily said, “Billy, that’s the prettiest slip I have ever seen.” She fingered the hem of the boy’s petticoat and swished the skirt. The girls all smiled as Billy tried to gather his skirt around him, just like a prissy girl would do. Lauren gave the feminized child a little kiss on his cheek. She whispered in his ear, “You’re our cousin Julie now.”

Billy felt a wave of femininity flow over him that made him shiver slightly. Being a girl was so new to him but he dutifully put up his hands as Jennifer placed a little girl’s light pink party dress over his head. The dress had beautiful smocking across the chest with little flowers embroidered throughout the pattern. The dress, which fell to just above his knees,was Jennifer’s favorite party dress when she was Billy’s age. Emily buttoned up the buttons in the back of his dress and tied a pretty bow.

She then took Billy’s hand and walked him to the front of the mirror where the child saw the reflection of two very beautiful little girls in sissy dresses looking back at him. One of them was himself.  As the children stared in the mirror, Sylvia and Jane suddenly entered the room and smiled at the four little girls. Sylvia had a triumphant look on her face for she saw no trace of a boy named Billy but only a new little girl named Julie, who fit in so nicely with his cousins. Sylvia knew that her son would be much happier and more fulfilled as her little girl and that as mother and daughter, they would have many good times together.

Julie, seeing his mother in the mirror, turned around quickly, his little dress twirling, and ran straight to his mother. With his boyish spirit broken, the former little boy accepted his girlhood and fell into his mother’s welcoming arms. Sylvia picked him up, hugged him to herself, saying, “Oh Julie, you make mommy so happy. You are going to love being a girl” She pulled her child’s dress down to cover his pretty panties and thought, “It’s so wonderful to have a little girl.”

Billy had become Julie and all would be well with the world. Soon there would be mother-daughter shopping trips, beauty shop appointments, ballet lessons, dress-making classes, and all the wonderful activities in which mother and child bond together. It might take a few months for Billy to appreciate the great love shown by his mother in feminizing him, but one day he would surely thank her for making him a girl.