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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