Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 03:57:53 +0000
From: John Edwards <fiat_nut@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mother's New Daughter

Mother's New Daughter

Copyright: July, 30 2016 All rights Reserved


By John G. Edwards



I just didn't hear the car door slam, nor the back door opening, but when
my mother came into the house and then her bedroom, I was the last person
she expected to see. It's not because she didn't know I was home, she
did. It was where she found sitting, at her dressing table that she just
wasn't expecting, that. I was sitting there playing with her cosmetics and
wearing nothing more than her long-line bra and long-leg panty girdle.  The
purple eye shadow was at best, clumsily applied and the lipstick was her
brightest red and it too wasn't the best job in the world either. I had her
eyelash curler in my right hand curling my left lash when she came into the
room.

"What on earth are you doing Andre?" she almost screeched!

I dropped the curler and jumped to me feet and faced her with the biggest
look of surprise, "I, I..." was all I could blurt out.  "Come on. Spit it
out!" she said standing in the doorway with her hand firmly placed on her
hips, and oh yes, there was that scowl that only she could make when I was
in trouble.  Thinking that my best defense would be an even better offense,
"What are you doing home so early?" Of course she saw right thru that.

"I'm going to ask you again André, what are you doing?"

"I, I was playing around?" I said sheepishly.

"Is this how you `play around' when I'm when I'm not home?"

Not wanting to fess up I said, "No, this is the first time ever." I had
done this several times when she was at work during the summer and I was
home alone.  "Well, for a 15 year old, you are not a very convincing liar
my dear. Come over here so I can get a better look at you."  I walked the
few feet to where she was standing and my knees were beginning to shake. I
stood there with my hands at my side as she walked around me examining
every square inch of my body as if she was expecting to find something
earth-shattering. She did, it was me in her underwear and makeup on my
face. Oh yeh, and the one curled eyelash. She lifted my arms one by one and
just said, "Uh, huh".  When she was examining my backside she pulled the
girdle away from my back for a minute and then let it snap hard against my
skin. She stopped when she was standing directly in front of me and once
again pulled the girdle out so she could pear down at my privates. Again,
she let the tight elastic snap sharply against my skin. "Tell me André,
how does it feel wearing my undergarments and makeup? Does it make you feel
good all over? Does it make you feel sexy? Or, does it make you feel like a
girl? Mmm, I think it makes you feel like a girl, doesn't it?"

"Uhh, I guess, sort of."

"How did you find it, putting my bra on?"

"What?" I said blinking my eyes rapidly.

"Was it easy to put on, this being your first time?" she said with that
Cheshire cat smile on her face. She knew that this wasn't my first time
doing this. Busted!

"It wasn't that easy trying to get all those little hooks connected, but I
pulled it around so I could hook them in front of me and then pulled it
around the right way."

"And just how did you figure that out? Watching me?"

"No, it just seemed like the easy way to do it. Is that how you do it?"

"No, I've learned how to fasten the hooks behind my back. You do that with
experience, you know. These long-line bras are just a pain to put on, but
there you are in my bra and girdle. Your makeup is pretty much a mess, but
we can fix that, dear. And we can fix some other things as well."  Oh my
god, what did she mean by that??? Stand right here, I'll be back in a
minute. Don't move, understand me?"

"Yes."

"That's yes mother, from here on out, understand me?"

"Yes mother."

"That's better." She turned and went out of the room and came back about
3-4 minutes later. As I stood there I wondered what she meant by `fix
that?'  When she returned she had a styrofoam wig stand in her hand that
had a black chin-length A-line bob wig on it. She had worn it a couple
times that I could remember. Mother held it up for me to see and she
caressed it with her free hand.

"This never did look all that great on me, but on you... Well, we'll see."
After setting the hair piece on her dresser she came back and stood in
front of me. "Would you like to see what you look like all dressed up like
a woman? Oh, silly me, of course you would. Or, why else would you be in
here doing what you are doing?"  Being boxed into a corner was never easy
for me but I shook my head `yes'. It wasn't like I had never done this
before, but never with a wig and dress. What I never expected was how her
under things felt. They were all satiny and felt like nothing I have ever
experienced before. In a word, I loved them on my skin. Each and every
garment just slid under my touch and I just loved that feeling.

"Ok then, let's get you bathed and ready for your transformation. Ready,
sweetheart?"  Again I just shook my head. She took me gently by the hand
and led me to her bathroom. She turned me around and undid the long row of
hooks securing her bra to my torso. It wasn't all that tight, so I
thought. But when she removed it you could see the outline of where it was
on my body.

"Take off your girdle."

I sort of hesitated.

"Don't be shy around your mother," she said with a stern voice. "There's
nothing there that I haven't seen before."

I turned my back and pulled the girdle down and off. It too had left
evidence that it had been on my body with tell-tail red marks. As I was
pulling the girdle off mother had turned on the water in the wash basin so
it would be warm to the touch. After pulling out a bottle of makeup
remover, she cleaned my face with a cotton swab and then had me wash my
face. As I did, she left the room and came back with my razor and handed it
to me. I know what to do and did so without saying anything. My facial hair
was pretty sparse and nearly non-existent, but I understood that she wanted
me clean shaven. After about 5 minutes my face was smooth as a baby's butt.
"Ok, now your underarms."

"What?"

"Do you want me to show you how?" she said kind of sarcastically.

I lathered up my arm pits and started to denude them with my razor. First,
with downward and then upward motions, until the last vestige of hair was
removed. Mother took her finger and checked for any stragglers and then she
took some of her cologne and had me apply it. OH MY HOLLY GOD, there was a
fire burning under my arms with out benefit of flame or smoke! I started
screaming like a crazy man. Mother just stood there laughing and finally
came over and put her arms around me to calm me down.  "Oh, don't be such a
baby. I do this every day and you never hear me scream," she laughed even
more.

"I've never had anything like that happen before. Why was it necessary to
shave my underarms anyway?"

"Well, you started this. You said that you wanted to get dressed up just
like a woman, didn't you?"

I hadn't said yes, I just shook my head `yes'. But here I was standing
naked in her bathroom and just shaved my underarms.

"Don't worry about the hair growing back in, you can keep shaving your
underarms and you won't have to ever feel the prickly sensation of short
hairs constantly jamming you. And, besides, you're not done shaving,
there's more!" she said, once again with that Cheshire cat grin and smile.

"Not my legs! Please..."

"Oh, we'll get to them, but first you have to shave your privates," she
said as she looking me straight in the eye and never flinching.

"What! I won't."

"Yes you will. Or I will do it for you. You started this little game and
you will damn well finish it, understand me!"

Ever since my father died, it was just mother and me, I was an only
child. She had never decided to get remarried or even go out on date all
that much. I had never given her any grief as I had seen some of
acquaintances at school do to their single parents. I had pretty much
acquiesced to her wishes. I knew that she worked hard to keep us afloat and
living the average middle-class American life style. My life was pretty
much secluded because I didn't make friends all that easy and those I did
meet turned out to be such a disappointment that I just stopped trying.
Mother and I would cook and read together. The four wall of our modest home
were about all that I needed. I had learned to do things on my own and by
myself that it was a pretty easy lifestyle to live. I wasn't mechanical to
speak of. Oh, I could set up a computer or stereo pretty well, but wouldn't
have a clue on how to fix a car, let alone change a flat tyre. To make it
easy on myself, I would just say `yes' and go with the flow.

"Okay, but you will need to show me how. I've never done it before."

"Fair, enough. Many women shave their privates almost every day." She had
me stand by the vanity and then took a warm wash rag and soaped it up and
then began lathering up my penis and testicles. She reached in back of them
so I could even scrape away any hairs that were around my butt. "Hold your
penis straight out." She then began using the razor to take away what
modest bush I had. First doing my testicles and then handing me the razor
to do the long skinny. The sad part for me was that I was starting to get a
hard-on and it was there exposed for her to see. Was I embarrassed, or
what? WHAT. After what seemed like an eternity my balls and cock were clean
as a whistle. Mother took her finger and rubbed it around to see that all
the hair was removed. Oh my god I had never had sensations like that
before.  Next, she showed how to lather-up my leg and then perch it atop
the sink vanity and which way to pull the razor so that they too would be
free of fuzz and hair. I was afraid that she was going to put cologne on my
privates and legs, and the thought of that was just unbearable. Instead she
used a body moisturizer and if felt cool and refreshing to the touch. What
a relief! Luckily, I had no hair on my chest or I'm sure that would have
been next. But the few strands of hair on the top of my toes were not
spared the swath of the razor.  I was told to sit on the commode so that
mother could paint my toenails with rose colored lacquer. After placing
cotton balls between my toes, she applied two coats of the nail polish and
it actually looked really nice, in a girly kind of way. After my toenails
were painted she then moved to my hands to do my fingernails. Once all the
nail polish had been applied she took her hair drier and set to low and ran
it over my toes and fingers to fully dry it.  Then it was time to go to her
makeup table for my face to be transformed into something resembling the
female form. Mother started by judiciously plucking my mono-brow into two
very thin and elegant looking eye brows. I had always wondered what I would
look like with separate eye brows, now I knew! Damn good!  Next came a face
cream to cleanse and moisturize my face, but before she applied the cream,
out came a rubber band-like piece to hold me somewhat longish hair out of
my face. After the moisturizer a skin-tone, matching my own, base was
applied from the top of my forehead to below the neckline. It seemed
somewhat heavy and my face felt like it had just been smeared with a
coating of grease, or something. After a few minutes, the heaviness seemed
to go away.  Mother had chosen several colors for my eyes. She applied a
mauve color to my eyelids and then a cobalt blue to the upper brow area and
then smudged them together. She gave me a mirror so I could see what she
was doing as my back was facing the mirror on her vanity. The two colors
made a pretty bold statement. Then she applied some more cobalt blue below
my lower lash and smudged it as well. She used a black liquid eye liner to
create a very dramatic lash-line that extended about half an inch beyond my
eye to make it look like a cat's eye. She pulled my lower eyelid down and
used a cobalt blue eye pencil on the water line to make it kind of
disappear.

"Well, I'll curl your other lash and see what we have to work with. Your
lashes are not all that long, you know." After a couple of minutes she had
bent and formed my lashes for all they were worth. "They aren't great, but
let's apply some black mascara and see if we can do a little better. After
what seemed like an eternity, my eyelashes were coated with several coats
of ultra-black mascara and they looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.

"Okay, smile..." she said as she applied some blush to my cheeks, not much,
but just enough to tell that I was wear it. "Well, you do clean up well and
make a fine looking your woman, do you know that? And now for some
lipstick. The red you had on was a bit overpowering, I think. Let's use
some of the same color that we used on your nails, shall we?"

"Ok, I think that would be sort of nice." After speaking those words, I
couldn't believe that they came from me. After a couple of coats of the
rose colored lipstick, I was instructed to blot my lips, and then there was
one more coat. I was staring at the mirror and couldn't believe who the
person was that was staring back at me.

"Well kiddo, what do you think?"

"I'm... I'm shocked at the difference."

"Well, we're in the home stretch."

What, there was more??? Oh, yeah... the wig.

Mother took the wig from the form and looked at it. Next, she placed an old
stocking on my head to keep me own hair out of my face and then the black
wig. It felt kind of weird when she put it on my head, but after fiddling
with it for a couple of minutes she turned me around so I could see myself
in the big mirror. My jaw dropped as I sat there looking at the attractive
young woman sitting there. I blinked my eyes several times and turned my
head from side to side to see myself in a totally new light.

"Oh shit, I forgot earrings! Wait a minute, I don't have any clip-on's, or
do I?" Mother got up and went to look in her jewelry box and after
rummaging around she came back with some diamond chandelier clip-on's. "I
forgot I had these," she said as she gently placed them on my ear
lobes. "Do you like them?"  Again, I turned my head back and forth so I
could see them in all their glory. They weren't as glorious as they could
have been. Maybe for some swanky night gown, but they just didn't look that
great with the A-line bob. "They are kind of okay."

"Yeah, now that I see them on you, they don't quite go with the hair. Hmm,
I think what would look good is a pair of large silver hoops about 3" in
diameter. But I only have pierced."  Mother had always has a sense of style
when it came to earrings. She had double piercings in her lobes and
something called a forward helix with three studs and a tragus piercing in
each ear. She was always cool looking when she wore diamonds in the forward
helix holes, medium hoops in her lobes and a small gold ball in the tragus.

"You up for a little pain, dear heart?"

"In for an ounce, in for a pound! Yes!"

"Alright! Let me get my piercing stuff."

Within 3-4 minutes I had pierced ears with 3" gold hoops. They looked
killer with the A-line bob wig! "Wouldn't it look even better with a pair
of gold balls?" Again, I can't believe what I'm saying.

"Even better!"

A couple more minutes went by and I had double pierced ears just like my
mom. Cool!

"Now that your face is made up we can do your foundations next. I think we
will do a normal bra and panty girdle, alright?"

"Okay."

Mother headed to her dresser and dug around for just the right bra that
would better fit me than the long line did. She pulled out a massively
padded red tee-shirt and helped me put it on. For what shape I didn't have
before, I now had is in spades. "Let's put these pads in as well. I used to
wear them when I really wanted to get your fathers juices going," she said
with a big smile. After placing the falsies correctly in the bra, I now had
a rack that any woman would be proud of.

"Put on these two pair of panties." I did as I was told. "Now push your
penis down and back." Again I did as I was told. Mother looked at me and
was not satisfied with my work. She reached in and pushed and prodded my
penis to where it was almost completely hidden away. "Ok, that's much
better. Put on these red tights." She showed me how to roll each leg down
and then pull them into place. I had never worn pantyhose before, but they
felt like heaven when I brushed my hand against my nylon encased
legs. "Here's you panty girdle." The diminutive little garment looked as if
it would never fit my 135 pound body, but... it did. The red panty girdle
had a satin-like tummy control panel that now flattened me out down below
and I looked just like a girl. Standing there with my red bra, girdle and
red tights, I was something else to see. Mom let out a wolf whistle and I'm
pretty sure I blushed.

"Now, we're in the home stretch honey." Mother got a black mini skirt and a
black turtle neck rayon blouse for me to put on. A wide natural leather
belt completed my ensemble. Very carefully I put on the blouse at to ensure
that I didn't wreck my makeup and hair. "Shoes, you need some shoes! But,
what kind, hmm..." Lets try on some black ballet flats first." Luckily
mother's feet and mine were just about the same size and the flats fit me
quite well, I must say. "Walk around a little bit." As I did the whole
ensemble just seemed to click. It was kind of different walking in the
flats because most of my shoes had some sort of heel to them, but they were
very comfortable. Now I wondered why men didn't wear flats?

"How do those feel sweetheart?"

"For being so small looking, they feel great, I could get used to wearing
them." What did I just say???

"Have you tired high heels?" She said with the Cheshire cat look again.

"No," another great lie.

"Well then it's about time, don't you think? Like you said, in for an
ounce, in for a pound."

"Okay," I said sheepishly.

Mother went to her closet and got a pair of red blocky high heel Mary Jane
shoes that were about 4" tall. I sat down on the bed and removed the flats
and started putting the high heels on. They had dainty little straps that
went across the instep and had to be buckled. Once they were on mother came
over and held my hands as I got up. I thought I would be pretty unsteady in
the high heels, but the heels were fairly wide so I stood up with out
barely a wobble. She held my hands and told me to take a couple of steps. I
managed them with little stress or strain.  Mother let go of my hands and I
was off on my own. "Let's go to the kitchen and see how you do." She
followed me and I was as sure footed as a cat. "Yeah, I can see that this
isn't you first dance in high heels, huh?" She laughed, and so did I.

"Well, all dressed up and no place to go. Alright, walk around the front
room."

As I paraded around the front room mother was taking pictures like a woman
possessed. She had me sit and stand assuming different poses.

"Mother please don't, take pictures."

"Oh, this is quite fun. What will your friends think when they see these!"
All of a sudden I fainted and fell onto the couch, but not before she took
several more pictures and several more when I was passed out in some very
compromising poses. A few minutes later I came too, only to have the camera
click off a few more shots.

"What happened to me?"

"You passed out when I said I would show these to your friends."

Once again, my head started spinning, but not to the point of passing
out. "You would dare, would you?"

"That depends..."

"On what?

"That will make itself evident all in good time my dear."

I just sat there with my head hung down and began to sulk.

"No you don't, you will not sulk in front of me. Get up off your ass, we're
going out!"

"WHAT??? I'm not going out dress like this. You can't make me. I just won't
go!"

"Wanna bet?"

In a flash we were in the car heading down to the local ice cream shop. All
I could do was slouch down in my seat so that no one would see me.

"Andrea, sit up in your seat."

Andrea?? What the hell was this name?

"You are going to make such a beautiful young lady and daughter, Andrea. I
think I'm going to like having a daughter. This is going to be great fun."

I just sat there wondering just what I had gotten my self into this
afternoon?  Little did I know that when I came home the following day, all
of my male clothes wound be nearly all gone, and the following week every
piece of boy clothes would be replaced with a new feminine wardrobe.

"Oh mother, what have you done to me?"