Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 12:29:12 -0500
From: Tara Reid <tarareid_tgirl@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tara's Transformation

	I can't really say when it all began because I remember playing dress up
with my mother's clothes way before I started school.  I never knew my dad
as he left right after I was born so it was always Mom and me.  Like, I
said, I loved playing dress up in Mom's clothes and Mom thought it was fun
to until I started school.  Then Mom told me that boys did not wear dresses
and makeup and I would have to stop playing and be a "big boy".  I hated it
but I complied with Mom's instructions.  I had too because I was never home
by myself so I could indulge in my dreams.  I would lay awake at night
daydreaming about wearing dresses and pretty thing and then my night dreams
would often be the same.  In these dreams I would be going to church or
shopping with Mom and we would be dressed alike in pretty girl clothes.
	I had to dream until I was fourteen and that was the summer Mom decided
that I was old enough to stay home alone during the day by myself.  Of
course I had to clean the house and cook dinner but I was happy.  Now, I
could fulfill my fantasies while doing the work as long as Mom was at her
job.  Mom would get me up when she did and we would have breakfast together
and then Mom left for the office.  She always wore very pretty and nice
business dresses or dress suits and I wanted to wear something like them so
badly.  So, what I did was give Mom enough time to be at the office just in
case she forgot something and came back home to get it.  Then I would go to
her room and pull the clothes she had worn the day before out of the laundry
and put them on.  I put them all own, her panties, her bra, her half-slip
and camisole and her dress.  I even was brave enough to snitch a pair of her
stockings and wore them too.  I experimented with her makeup like lipstick
and rouge and eye shadow and felt like the little lady when all dressed up.
After I was dressed I would do my chores.  There wasn't much to do, mostly
straightening up and sometimes vacuuming and I was usually finished by 10:00
in the morning. Then, I had all day to be dressed and dream of going out
dressed up nice and pretty.  I dressed up from the first day I was home
alone and was truly happy with my life.  Of course I had to get undressed in
the afternoon before Mom got home at 5:30, but I was always careful to put
everything back in her room and laundry exactly as I had found it.
        Everything went as I had planned for about two weeks when I was
caught.  The Price is Right had just gone off and the local news at 12 was
coming when Mom walked in the house.  It was Friday and Mom had been able to
get off work early to spend time with me.  I was sitting on the sofa
watching the news and the next thing I knew, Mom was standing there looking
down at me.
        Mom smiled and said, "Well, I always wanted a daughter and I guess
now I have one."
        I just stammered.  I couldn't say anything.  I was petrified.
        "Well," Mom said, " I guess if you want to be a girl there is no
real reason you can't be."
	"What do you mean?" I asked.
	"I mean that I come home from work early to spend some time with you
because you are here all day by yourself and I find you wearing my clothes.
So, I assume that you wish to be a girl and if you do wish to be a girl I
think that you should at least have the opportunity.  Do you wish be a
girl?"
	I didn't know exactly how to answer that question but I did know that I
loved wearing dresses and panties and stockings and pretty feminine things.
Which is what I told Mom.
	Mom sat on the sofa beside me and thought a few minutes before saying
anything else. She then said, " Here's the deal.  You and I will go shopping
today and buy you all the girl things that you want from under wear to
dresses to a swimsuit but you have to wear them all summer.  You cannot wear
any boy clothes at all.  Are you willing to do this?"
	"Mom, do you mean it?  You'll buy me all girl's clothes?"
	She nodded, "Of course I will, darling.  I want you to be happy. Oh, I
think we'll have to change your name too.  Thomas just isn't a proper name
for a girl."  Mom smiled, "We'll change your name to Tara."
	I was so happy that I grabbed her and gave her the biggest hug of her life.
   She made me put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and we left for the
mall.  I couldn't believe my luck.
	We spent the entire afternoon shopping.  We went to every store at the mall
and when we finished I had everything I needed to dress and be a girl.  I
have my own panties, mostly silky little things that felt so good when I put
them on, bras, a couple slips and half-slips and camisoles and thigh high
stockings and panty hose and dresses and skirts and blouses.  The last thing
we did was stop off at a beauty salon and Mom had them fix my hair.  Mom let
me keep it long so they gave me a sexy little girlie hairstyle.  They also
taught me how to use makeup.  With my new hairstyle and make up and wearing
a pretty new dress, no one would ever guess I was really a boy.
	Mom spent the weekend teaching me how to walk and how to talk and how to
stand and how to sit and how to everything to be a girl.  Mom even collected
all my boy clothes and carried them to the good will store.  All I had to
wear were my nice new pretty things.  I even went to church dressed in my
new clothes.  I was very nervous but everything went okay.  We got a couple
stares but nobody mentioned anything to us.  By Monday, I was a perfect
little girl.
	The next week Mom made a doctor's appointment for us.  I didn't know at the
time what the appointment was all about, but I would not have protested if I
had known.  Mom was trying to do her best to raise a teenage daughter.  Both
of us saw the doctor with Mom doing most of the talking.  He examined me and
asked a few questions, "Such as, are you happy with the way things are at
home?" Of course I was.  I was happier now than I had ever been.  I must
have answered all his questions correctly because he seemed satisfied and
gave Mom a prescription for some medicine to give to me.  I was to take it
twice a day, in the morning when I got up and in the evening before going to
bed.  I really didn't know what the medicine was at the time, but with a few
weeks of starting to take it, I began to notice changes in my body.  My
boobs were growing!  My penis seemed to be shrinking.  I was pleased about
both.  I was actually turning into a girl and loving every minute of the
change.  As the summer progressed, I turned more and more into a girl.  I
even began looking at boys in a different light.  I wanted a boy friend but
was afraid.  My fear ended with our summer vacation.  We always went to the
beach towards the end of summer for a week.  That is where I met David.  I
met him the first morning we were there while walking on the beach.  He was
fifteen not even a full year older than me.  Mom and I were out looking for
sand dollars and shark's teeth when he walked by.  He gave me a close look
and I blushed.  Mom laughed and started a conversation with him.  She found
out his name and told him mine and invited him to walk with us.  He had a
sharp eye and found more sharks' teeth than Mom and I did together.  I must
admit that I was spending more time looking at him than I did looking for
anything else.
	David and I got along really well.  We walked the beach every day and he
came over to our cabin for dinner every night. The third night as he was
leaving to go back to his own cabin he kissed me.  I was terrified at first,
as I had never kissed anyone before in my life.  Well, at least not like
this.  I don't think he had all that much experience kissing either and at
first we just stood there with our lips pressed together but then we both
caught on.  We began to French Kiss and I was totally turned on and feeling
all mushy and sexy down inside my tummy.  There was no way I could miss the
hardness that David was pressing against my tummy either.  Mom let this go
on a few minutes before calling me back inside.  I was trembling and my
knees were weak.  I just leaned against the door for what seemed like an
hour letting my heart stop pounding.  Mom was smiling and asked, "How did
you like that?"  I smiled and nodded but didn't say anything.  My first kiss
was just too special to me to discuss with anyone, even Mom.  She seemed to
understand and didn't press the issue.
	The week pasted much to quickly.  The night before our last David, Mom and
I went to a dance down at the pavilion.  Mom is a great dancer and had all
the men asking her for a dance.  David and I only danced with each other and
held hands when not dancing.  We walked home together and while our good
night kiss was long and wet and loving it did seem to be a little sad
because we knew that our week together would soon be over.  David went back
to his cabin and I walked in mine.  I was nearly in tears when Mom sat down
beside me and put her arm around my shoulder.  "Honey," she said, " You
really like him don't you?"
         I nodded and started to cry, "Mom, I'll never see him after Sunday
morning."
	Mom drew me close and hugged me, "Tara sweetie, it will be alright.  You'll
see him again.  There is always next year, and he lives in Spartanburg,
which is only a couple hundred miles away.  You two will get back together."
	I nodded and said, "I know, Mom, but what if he meets another girl."  I
wasn't worried about him finding out that I wasn't a "real" girl just then.
That came with Mom's next suggestion.
	Smiling, she says, "Why don't you do something very special for him
tomorrow evening.  I'll go to shopping of something and leave the two of you
here alone."
	I couldn't believe what Mom was suggesting.  "MOM! What are you saying!  I
can't do anything with him. I don't have the right equipment!"
	Mom laughed, "Tara, I don't mean intercourse.  I mean you could maybe
fondle him or suck him."  My eyes must have been the size of saucers because
Mom continued, "Sure, Honey, why not.  It will give both of you something to
remember and by the time you are ready for intercourse, you will have the
right equipment."
	I was speechless.  Here was my own mother suggesting I give my boyfriend a
blowjob.  She then told me, "Sweetheart, why don't you go to bed and think
about it tomorrow."  I did but I didn't go to sleep because I thought about
it all night.
	We spent all day the next day together but it is a sad day.  We just walked
along the beach holding hands and talking and promising that we would write
each other daily and call every chance we got and told each other how much
we loved each other.  Looking back it was sort of silly but we were only
kids at the time.  That night David came over for supper.  Right after
supper, Mom announced that she had to do a bit of last minute shopping and
would leave us young people alone for a while.  David and I sat together on
the sofa and started kissing.  He touched my breasts and that set me on
fire.  He tried to touch my private parts but I knew that I could not let
him so I caressed his.  He nearly jumped off the sofa.  I smiled at him and
asked, "May I see it please?  I have never seen one before."  He didn't need
to know that I saw one every time I took a bath but then one day I wouldn't
have it.  He was very quick about pulling down his shorts and his hard cock
was perfect.  It was about 6 inches long and big enough around so that hand
perfectly wrapped it up when I grasped it.  Since Mom had suggested that I
suck him, I felt that I should.  I didn't know what I was doing so I got on
my knees in front of him and took his hard cock in my mouth.  He began
moaning and started sliding his cock in and out of my mouth.  I was getting
very excited myself and feeling totally I love with him when he came.  He
shot what seemed like gallons of wonderful sperm in my mouth.  I didn't
think I was going to be able to swallow it all but some how I did.  He lay
back on the sofa softly moaning totally sated.  I lay beside him with my
arms around him and my head on his shoulder.  We lay there a few minutes
before deciding that we better get cleaned up before Mom returned home.
	The next morning we pledged out undying love when we parted and I promised
him that he would get more of the same the next time we met.  I told Mom
everything and she agreed that I was now completely female.  I was so happy
that summer.