PART 7
Mike slept fitfully. He had an especially vivid dream about his experience in the department store with the pretty Stephanie. In his dream, he had stood sweetly in his lemon yellow party dress in front of her while his mother watched attentively. An incredibly oversized and sissyish yellow hairbow was pinned tightly in his hair. This time, Stephanie had insisted on putting some of his new makeup on him right there in the store. He had grown excited again in his panties as she took a soft little brush and slowly applied some adorable pink blush to his already red cheeks. His breath had grown rapid and he felt intense tingling in his tights and panties.
Then, as she began to apply a generous coat of pink lipstick to his quivering lips, she said, “Now pucker up sweetly, Mikey dear… I’m going to make you my prettiest little princess boy!” The feminized boy paled as he realized she knew he was a boy! Suddenly, out of nowhere, he saw all his friends from the park around him as Stephanie put the makeup on him. “Mikey is going to look his ‘Princess Best’ for his little party!” she told all the onlookers. “Swish your pretty petticoat for your friends Mikey,” she told him. Then, slyly, she asked him, “but you want me to call you by your real name don’t you sweetheart?”
An intense wave of humiliation swept over him and his heart raced. Still, he couldn’t help but squeal, “Oh yes please Stephanie! My name is… Clarissa!” Obediently, he then dramatically swished his petticoat back and forth before dropping into a lovely curtsey. All his friends burst out in fits of giggles at his predicament.
At that point, he heard a loud ringing in his ears and the pulsing in his panties grew unbearable. Helplessly exposed now, he trembled as his tights rubbed against his panties and petticoat. The tension seemed to reach a new level. Stephanie giggled and patted him sweetly on his slender shoulder. “There, there little sugarplum…” she cooed condescendingly. He frightfully looked up into her beautiful eyes…
That’s when he woke up. After a few moments of panic, he finally comprehended that he had been dreaming, and it was morning. Then, oddly, he realized he felt wet. Reaching down, he was surprised and shocked to find his lavender pajama shorts were damp. “Did I wet the bed?” he thought in horror. Throwing back the sheets, he saw a little spot on his silky shorts. Then, he realized that it wasn’t pee. Confused, he found a sticky little mess in his girly pajama shorts.
After a minute of confused fretting, he began to realize what had happened. He’d had his first wet dream! Boys tend to talk, and he knew it had already happened to some of his friends. Now it had happened to him! At this sudden realization, however, he was deeply humiliated that it had happened to him as Clarissa. He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Hastily stripping off his frilly lavender pajama shorts, he felt so embarrassed as he gawked at the unmistakable wet spot. He used a tissue and hastily tried to wipe it up the best he could in the bathroom sink.
Trying to clean his silky pajama shorts, he heard his mother call cheerfully from the hallway, “Good morning, Clarissa dear! I see you’re already up and excited for your party!” Then he heard her add, “Go ahead and take your shower, please, and be sure to wash and condition your hair. Then, meet me in your room!”
Mike grimaced to be reminded that Elizabeth’s party was today. Today he would be dressed in his “Princess Best,” he thought dejectedly. “Yes, Mother,” he replied in a quavering voice.
With a sense of impending doom, he took off his matching camisole pajama top. Then he tried to dry his frilly pajama shorts as best he could and threw both items in the laundry hamper. He was beside himself that Clarissa had intruded on his first wet dream. She ruined everything! For some reason, he wanted to cry. Completely unsettled, he jumped into the shower and began to soap himself up with the sweetly scented bath gel.
Hours passed.
Much later, Mike sat miserably on the padded stool in front of Clarissa’s vanity table. Lost in his own madly swirling thoughts, he had spent most of the morning sitting here as his mother methodically transformed him into her vision of an adorably prissy little princess. Every so often, he would think about his soiled pajamas in the hamper and cringe again. He felt like he was being slowly pulled up some kind of horrible roller coaster, and a big frightening drop was approaching inevitably. With his back to the mirror, the sissified twelve year old could not see what his mother was doing to his hair, but he knew it was going to be horribly adorable and sweet. She was applying her finishing touches now. It was almost one o’clock. Soon it would be time to leave for Elizabeth’s party.
Earlier, as soon as he had showered, he had returned to Clarissa’s room in his white satin bathrobe. On his bed, his mother had laid out some clean pink satin panties and a pair of pale pink tights. Compliantly, Mike pulled on his panties under his robe. As he next pulled up the heavily ruffled tights over his panties, the unwelcome tingling returned. Once he had gotten his tights on, his mother had eagerly ushered him onto the stool next to the ultra-feminine vanity table and announced, “We have a lot to do!” She had flung her nylon beautician’s cape around him and fastened it snugly. “Let’s get started, honey,” she said, “you’re going to be so pretty today!” He recalled how she had caressed his damp hair lovingly. Then, his emotions still raw, the feminized boy had sat helplessly in his robe and ruffled tights as his mother set to work.
She had sprayed his damp hair thoroughly with a solution in a little bottle. Next, he was unpleasantly surprised when she had picked up a little pink foam curler. This was not something Clarissa normally did. As his mother had begun rolling it tightly into his hair, a worried look had crossed his face.
Seeing his nervously questioning eyes, his mother had smiled down and said, “I’m going to give my little princess an extra special hairstyle today!” As she had securely pinned the first curler into place, she added, “You’re going to just love it I know!”
Another little jolt had tingled in his panties. “Thank you Mother,” he had replied meekly, “I can’t wait.” He watched in dismay as she grabbed the next pink curler.
After several minutes, she had all his curlers in place. She had spun him around to the mirror, and he had seen that his brunette hair was now a mass of tightly wound pink curlers. He worried more about what she had planned. After that, it was time for his dress. Excitedly, she had then gotten him snugly fastened into his princess outfit for the party with all the new alterations. It was truly over-the-top girly… even beyond what he had been expecting. His mouth had dropped when she brought out his shoes. He had never seen them before, and they were breathtakingly sissyish.
“I thought I’d surprise you with these,” she had said adoringly, “I ordered them while you were taking ballet but you never got a chance to wear them.” Smiling as she had him slip his tighted feet into his darling new shoes, she asked leadingly, “But I think it was worth the wait, don’t you Clarissa?”
“Ye—Yes Mother they are so pretty,” Mike gulped reluctantly.
Once he’d been put into his dress and shoes, he was quickly back on the stool again with the nylon cape protecting his pretty clothes. Of course, his mother had used some of his new makeup on him. “Young girls shouldn’t wear much makeup at all,” she pronounced, “but a little bit tastefully applied for special occasions is fine.” Finally, she had used her hair dryer set on low to finish drying his hair and then carefully removed all his curlers.
Now, after all her methodical work, she fussily teased and combed his hair just so, using generous amounts of styling gel, hairspray and a few bobby pins to achieve the look she wanted. Finally, as she adjusted his last curl delicately into place, she said with a satisfied look, “I think that does it, dear.” Carefully removing the nylon cape, she looked on adoringly as Mike stood up with a little wobble. “Have a look, Clarissa,” she said as she gestured to the full-length mirror.
When Mike tentatively stepped to the mirror and took in his exceedingly girlish reflection, he couldn’t help but let out a little sissyish gasp.
Seeing his reaction, his mother said sweetly, “I know dear… you look absolutely precious!” She added gaily, “As I promised Mrs. Smalls yesterday in the car, I’ve made certain you look your ‘Princess Best.’’’ Then she asked him, “Well honey, what do you think?”
Surveying his extraordinarily feminine reflection, Mike softly replied, “It’s my ‘Princess Best.’” Out of habit, he gently swished his skirt and petticoat which generated another little tingle.
It was time to go.