Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 08:16:30 -0400
From: MM <marcimanseau@bluefrog.com>
Subject: Mommie's Pretty Panties - Part 1 TG

Warning: This totally fictional story contains some affectionate scenes
between a mother and son that some might take to be incestuous.  I would
never in real life condone any behavior of this sort, but as a harmless
fantasy it does seem to intrigue many people.  If you don't like that sort
of thing or you're under 18, please don't read any it. Positive comments
are more than welcome. I'm marcimanseau@bluefrog.com


Mommie's Pretty Panties
by Marcie Manseau

Chapter One - All He Had to Do Was Ask


"Mommie, how come girls get to wear such pretty underwear and boys get
stuck with plain, ugly cotton ones?"

When he asked that fateful question one morning, he was taking the panties
his mother had worn during the night and putting them in the laundry. That
was one of the tasks he loved doing for her: picking out fresh panties for
her to wear every morning and evening. The pair he was holding at that
exact moment were made of pink satin and had lavish white lace trim on them
and a delicate pink bow on the middle of the waistband in front. He was
sort of fondling them and looking them over as he waited for her answer.

"I guess it's because most women prefer to wear pretty things and most boys
don't," his mother replied, after thinking about it for a second or two. "I
assume that if lots of men liked to wear lacy lingerie, they'd sell it in
men's stores. Do you like those panties? Is that why you asked?"

"Yes, they're very pretty. I think they're your nicest ones, and they look
great on you. They even smell nice now," he said as he rubbed them on his
cheek.

"Oh, do you like the smell of my perfume?" she replied with a sly smile.

"Yes, and your other smell too. I don't know what it's from, but I can
smell it every time on your panties."

He was eleven years old then, petite and blonde like his mother Donna, and
an only child. His name was Elden, which he hated, so his mother had taken
to calling him El. It was just the two of them as his father had
disappeared the moment his mother had told him that she was pregnant; both
were sixteen at the time.

Donna earned a very comfortable income working from her home as a fabric
designer, and she was teaching El all about her craft. They lived in a
large house in rural Montana; their closest neighbor was about forty miles
away. They were the fourth and fifth generations of her family to live
there. The mountains and meadows surrounding their home gave them a
spectacular view. Other than their home, there was not a man-made object as
far as the eye could see.

As a result of being so isolated, Donna and El were very close because they
spent every day, all day together. He adored his mother. She was his best
friend as well as his teacher and the world's best mother. There was
nothing they didn't discuss freely. El had never learned that there were
some things a boy didn't discuss with his mother. She had never restrained
his questioning nature by making him feel uncomfortable about any subject.

"I think that smell is a woman's natural scent, El," his mother
explained. "Thousands of years ago it was intended to attract men for
mating. Have you ever seen how a male dog sniffs a female dog's backside?
They do that to tell if she's in the mood for sex. Her scent tells them if
she is."

"I've seen dogs do that a lot. Can you tell if a woman wants sex by
smelling her that way?"

"No, thankfully women have evolved a lot since those times, hon. But I
think men are still attracted to a woman's scent. That's probably why you
like smelling my scent in my panties," she said with a warm smile.

"Ok, I understand now," he said, adding another piece of information to his
knowledge of sex, something he was becoming very interested in. "I still
don't think it's fair that boys can't wear pretty panties too, though."

"Oh, they can if they want to," his mother replied. "Some men like to do
that, I'm told. Did you want to try on a pair of my panties, El? It's ok
with me if you do."

"I guess I sort of would," he admitted, knowing that his mother would never
make him feel bad about anything. "Can I try on this pair?" he asked,
holding out the lovely pink satin panties he had in his hand.

"Sure, but wouldn't you prefer a clean pair?"

"No, I like that they smell like you, mommie. I think wearing panties that
you've just worn would make me feel real close to you. Is that ok?"

"Sure, it's fine with me. Feel free to wear them anytime you want to,
sweetie." Then she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips and
patted his bottom. It had always been their habit to kiss on the lips. El
loves her kisses because she has the softest lips.

He smiled at her, then stepped out of his plain old cotton briefs and
eagerly put the satin panties on. As he slid them up his legs, his penis
began to harden, something that was happening a lot lately. Donna and he
often joked about it. The cool pink satin of her panties felt wonderfully
sexy and silky against his boyish erection and his cute plump bottom. His
hard penis twitched involuntarily. He adjusted the thin elastic waistband
above his hips and almost swooned at the delicious feeling of those soft
satin panties. Donna smiled at his obvious reaction.

"I was just about to ask you how they feel on you, but I can see from the
look on your face and the bulge in front of the panties that you like
wearing them a lot, El," she teased. "You look very nice in them, very
sexy." She slid her hand over his bottom and a wave of pleasure swept over
him. "It never occurred to me that a boy would look so pretty in panties."

"It feels like I'm wearing almost nothing at all," he told his mother as he
cuddled closer to her. "They really are comfortable and they feel so
nice. Is it ok if I wear them all day?"

"Of course. I told you that you can wear them anytime, remember?" she
reminded him. "You know we share everything, sweetie. You don't even have
to ask."

It was true; his mother and he were very, very close. There was nothing
they didn't do together. They had always shared a bed, a shower every
morning and a soak in the bathtub every evening. He loved to do things for
her and she loved to do things for him. She had taught him how to cook and
sew, how to set her hair and do her nails and makeup, and he even shaved
her legs and underarms in the tub every other evening. Donna also shaved
off all her genital hair, but that was one job she wasn't yet ready to
trust El with.

After a bath or shower, they'd dry one another off and then massage a
perfumed lotion into one another as they both had very dry skin. Their
hands touched every part of the other's body every day. El knew her body
far better than he knew his own. His cute three-inch erection always was
the last thing Donna would apply the soothing lotion to, and she was
careful to make sure it was all rubbed in thoroughly. Lately she'd had to
be careful not to do it too much as she was concerned that he might have an
orgasm. He was getting to that age, after all.

Donna had even explained to him about how a woman's body works. He knew the
proper names for all her parts and the purpose of each. El knew all about
her periods too, and had even seen her changing her tampons. Neither of
them were shy or embarrassed about anything.

>From that morning on, El wore his mother's deliciously scented panties
every day and slept in them every night. Every day after every shower or
bath, he brought her a clean pair, and after helping her put them on, she'd
hold the panties she'd worn earlier so he could step into them. Knowing he
was about to put her panties on always made him hard. Quite often just
before she pulled his panties all the way up, Donna would cup his little
hairless balls and erection in her hand and give the tip of it a soft
kiss. It was so cute she couldn't resist it. Naturally, El was delighted
when she did that.

As soon as they had their panties on, they'd hug and kiss for a minute or
two. He loved how her panties felt against his as the warmth of her bare
perfumed breasts pressed into him.

Donna loved the way El looked in her panties as much as he did, possibly
because she was bisexual. When she felt his erection pressing into her
through their panties, she slyly moved so it would be pressing into her
clitoris. After all, Donna hadn't been with a man since El was conceived,
and almost twelve years was a long time. She was barely able to restrain
herself and not rub against his small erection. Her kisses did become more
ardent though and began to involve some sharing of tongues. El quickly
adjusted to that change when Donna explained to him that that was how
adults kissed. Naturally, at age eleven, El was anxious to be as grown up
as possible.

Chapter Two - A Softer, Gentler Son


All that summer, both Donna and El cuddled up in bed at night wearing only
panties. Their affectionate snuggling and kissing only served to make them
closer. El loved resting his head on her bare breasts and he often fondled
them. He'd been doing that since he was a baby, so Donna saw no reason to
stop him. Occasionally he'd even suckle one of her nipples, and as she knew
it seemed to soothe him, she'd never said a word about it. Besides, it felt
very nice. She loved to caress his cute little bottom through his silky
panties while he did that.

When fall arrived and the weather turned cooler, Donna got out one of her
pretty nighties to sleep in along with her panties. She preferred knee
length nighties of silk or nylon, and most had pretty lace trim. At
twenty-eight, she had a lovely trim figure with fabulous legs and taut B
cup breasts.

When she got out El's pajamas for him to sleep in on that first cool night,
he was about to put them on over the white satin panties he was already
wearing. Donna stopped him, saying, "You don't need to wear panties under
pajamas, sweetie. That looks kind of silly."

El frowned deeply, and responded, "But I like sleeping in panties. Those
old jammies of mine are so ugly! Can't I wear just panties, mommie?
Please?"

"I think it's going to be way too cold for that, El. You'd freeze, even
with me cuddling up with you. You'd toss and turn all night and neither of
us would get any sleep."

"I think you're going to be cold too, mommie," he pointed out. "That thin
nightie can't keep you warm. I can see right through it." He was right
about it being thin. It was made of a diaphanous peach colored nylon with a
plunging lace trimmed neckline and a wide lace hem at the bottom.

"I know it doesn't look like much, El, but believe me, I've been wearing
nighties like this all my life, and in addition to being really nice to
sleep in, they do keep me warm."

"Ok, if you say so, I believe you," he conceded. "Would you mind if I slept
in a nightie too, then? I really like wearing your panties and I hate those
awful old pajamas."

"I guess that would be ok," Donna decided. "The only problem is that my
nighties would be too big for you. I think you'd get all tangled up in them
during the night."

"Maybe you could buy me some in my size," El suggested. "Would that be ok?"

"Sure, but you know everything we get here comes from a catalog, and after
I order some for you, it will take a week or two for them to get
here. You'll have to wear your pajamas until then. Sorry."

"Do I have to, mommie? I really hate them!" he insisted, and began sobbing.

Donna hated to see him so unhappy, so she began to think of other
options. After a moment or two, she remembered that all her clothes from
when she was a girl were in one of the spare bedrooms, and she knew that
there were lots of pretty nighties there. Also there was a variety of sizes
so some of them were sure to fit El.

"As always, your super bright mother has come up with a brilliant solution,
El," she joked. "Do you remember that in the bedroom I used as a girl,
there are three dressers and two closets full of my clothes from when I was
a teenager in there."

Donna and El lived in the house that Donna had grown up in. It had been
left to her when her mother had passed away eight years ago. It was a
spacious older ranch style home built of stone, with eight bedrooms and
three baths. It had been constructed in the early 1920's when people had
large families and lots of money. They shared the master bedroom now which
was about thirty feet by forty feet and had a king-sized bed and a large
built-in stone fireplace. The walls were a pale shade of peach and the wall
to wall carpet was a dark shade of peach. It had been Donna's parents room
but she'd redone it in a more feminine style.

"You mean the peach room, right? I forget all about that room, except for
when I have to dust it," El admitted.

"Yes, that's my old room. There are tons of the lingerie I wore as a teen
in that room, things I wore from about age eight until I was sixteen and I
moved into that other room we shared when you were a child. I'm sure there
are several nighties in there you could wear until I buy you some of your
own, El."

"Oh, I'd like that, mommie," El gushed. "You know I love wearing things
you've worn before. I've seen pictures of you at my age, and you were so
pretty. Can we go and look for a nightie now? Please?"

"Ok, let's go and find one," Donna said with a huge smile. "And just so you
know, I like you wearing my things too, El. If I'd had a daughter instead
of a son, I'm sure we'd have shared a lot of my things. My mother and I
loved to share her pretty things. This is going to be so much fun!" She
gave him a hug and a sweet kiss, then took his hand and led him off to her
old bedroom.

They spent over an hour going through the clothes she had outgrown. She
showed El where everything was, and after trying three or four nighties on
him, they both chose a lovely white lace nightie with white lace trim that
had delicate pink ribbons and bows worked into the lace trim. It had been
Donna's favorite nightie when she'd been ten.

The moment El saw it, he said, "I want to wear that one, mommie. Please?
It's so pretty, and it even matches the panties I have on."

"I sort of guessed you'd like this one, El. It's the nicest one I've ever
owned. I always felt so pretty when I wore it, and I bet you will too." As
she held it up for El to slip into, she told him. "Please be careful with
this gown. It's very delicate. The lace is all hand made. It was very
expensive."

"I promise I will," he said as his mother let the sheer fabric slide down
over his slim, hairless body. "It feels so good on me," he gushed as she
adjusted it on him. His erection soon became very obvious. The silky feel
of the nightie was the best thing he'd ever felt against his young body. It
was almost as if delicate hands were caressing him all over. "This is
amazing! I'm going to sleep in a nightie for the rest of my life, mommie,"
he said once he was able to talk.

"It looks very nice on you, El," she told him honestly. "As I recall,
there's a pink ribbon for your hair that came with this nightie. Would you
like me to put that on you, too? A pink ribbon always looks so sweet in
blonde hair like yours or mine."

"I guess so, if it goes with the nightie. Is that ok?"

"Sure, hon. Like I said, it's fun sharing my pretty things with you. Let me
brush your hair out first so it looks nice."

Donna ran the brush she had used as a girl through his shoulder length
blonde hair and admired the sheen of it. As she was the one who always cut
his hair and didn't like doing it, she'd let it grow long, trimming only
the front into bangs when it began to get in El's eyes. It was much the
same hair style she'd had as a girl. El didn't mind as he seemed to like it
that way. She then slid the ribbon under the back of his hair and tied it
on top of his head with a perfect bow. With his hair pulled back by the
satin ribbon, his delicate ears and long slender neck were exposed. Donna
thought he looked totally adorable, and he did.

After moving him over in front of the full length mirror, she turned him to
face it. "Look how lovely you are, El," she enthused. "You're just as
pretty as I was in that nightie. How do you like it?"

"Oh, mommie! I love it! I love it! I feel so special! I look almost like a
girl now, a lot like you looked at my age. And my hair is great! I love the
bow! Thank you so much!" El was turning from side to side in front of the
mirror so he could see how it looked on him. He discovered then that when
he did that, the diaphanous nightie caressed his body, and the lace at the
hem tickled his hairless legs. He instantly fell in love with those
feelings.

Donna stood behind El and hugged him close to her as he admired his new
look. Not surprisingly, El had an erection. Donna bent over and reached in
front of him, sliding her hand up under his pretty white nightie. Her hand
pulled his erection in tight up against his body. "Now you look even more
like a girl, El," she said with a giggle. "Your erection is most
unladylike, but I know you can't help getting one. I think I need to teach
you how to relieve yourself and make it go away."

Because they lived in such a remote area with no other people near by,
Donna was the only one El could learn things from, including how to
masturbate. He'd seen a few animals having sex, but none of them ever
masturbated, so Donna knew it was up to her to teach him.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," El said softly, not wanting
her to stop touching his penis.

"It's called masturbation, and both men and women do it, but not the same
way. It relieves your sexual tension and it's a wonderful feeling. Usually
boys do it by rubbing their erections until they cum. Cumming is when the
semen spurts out of their penis. It's accompanied by a really nice
feeling. Would you like me to show you how to do it, El? It looks like you
really need to do some relief."

"Yes, please show me," he replied at once. Seeing how pretty he looked in
his nightie with his hair in a very feminine style and tied back with a
pink ribbon had really turned him on. Donna knew that El needed to cum very
badly, even though he wasn't aware of that himself.

"Ok, but I'm going to do it from behind you so you can see your lovely
reflection in the mirror. Hold the front of your nightie up, about waist
high, sweetie."

El pulled it up, revealing his pretty panties in the mirror, then Donna
lowered them until his erection was fully exposed. She knelt behind him and
hugged him to her body with her left arm while her right hand began
caressing his tiny testicles.

As her hand moved up to encircle his small erection, Donna told him, "You
look so pretty and sexy in your pretty nightie and panties, El. I love
sharing all this with you, sweetie. It's just like having a daughter. I'm
so happy." She massaged his hard penis slowly as she knew he wouldn't last
long.

"That feels so nice, mommie," he purred as her hand slid back and
forth. "Please don't stop."

"I won't stop until you cum, my pretty baby," Donna said softly. "I know
you're going to love doing this for yourself soon, too. All boys do." Her
left hand moved behind El then and began to massage his bare bottom.

A moment later, she sensed he was close so she moved her left hand in front
of his erection while her right hand moved just a bit faster.

"Come for me now, you pretty thing," she told him.

A second later, El's head tilted back and he began to moan, "I love you,
mommie. I love you." Just then, his first spurt shot into Donna's left
hand, then three more followed, each less strong than the one before
it. Donna rubbed him once more but nothing came out.

"Did you like that, El?" she asked as she got up, his sperm still cupped in
her left hand.

For a second or two, he couldn't respond, but then he managed to say,
"Wow. That was amazing. Thank you." Looking down at her hand, he asked, "Is
that all that came out? It felt like a lot more."

"No, that's all of it, sweetie. That's about all most men cum," she told
him. "There are a billion sperm in there, enough to make every woman in the
world pregnant. It doesn't take a lot. It's very tasty too, at least I
think so. I've told you before about oral sex, when woman or a man sucks
another man or licks a woman. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Well, in the past when I sucked a man, I always loved the taste on his cum
in my mouth. I was just about to lick yours off my hand, but I wanted to
explain to you why I'm doing it first. It's very safe to do, nothing bad
about it. Will it bother you if I do that, El?"

"No, not at all, mommie. Can I have a taste too? Is that ok to do?"

"Sure, my love," she replied, and after licking half of his seed off her
hand, she held it out for El to try.

He eagerly licked the rest up, and then smiled. "It's delicious, mommie. I
love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetie. Now pull up your panties and let's get some
sleep. It's getting late."

They kissed then with lots of tongue, sharing the remainder of El's sperm
just before going off to bed, both wearing their pretty nighties and
panties. After El fell asleep, Donna slipped her fingers into her panties
and gave herself two lovely orgasms. She needed relief as much as El had.

All that winter, both El and Donna wore lots of different nighties to bed,
but they never did buy any new ones for El as he really preferred to wear
the ones his mother had worn when she was his age. He began to masturbate
three to four times a day, much to Donna's amazement. He always licked up
all his cum too. Several times Donna even let him watch when she
masturbated so he'd know how a woman does it. He tasted her juices then and
liked that as much as his own cum.

By late spring, when Donna affectionately kissed the tip of El's penis
while putting on his panties, there was a drop of pre-cum on it. She made
sure to lick it off because she loved how it tasted, and doing that also
prevented his cum leaving a spot of his panties.

Taking an example from Donna, El began to place a soft loving kiss on her
clit as he helped her on with her fresh panties in the morning and in the
evening. Once in a while, she'd feel his tongue touch her most sensitive
area when he kissed her there, and she was very pleased that he'd thought
of doing that for her on his own. When they kissed after doing that, she
could always taste her own wonderful juice on his lips. That was a sweet
reminder for her of the girls she'd made love with when she was a
girl. She'd told El all about that, then informed him if he every felt
attracted to another boy, it was ok for him to be with him. Whoever he
preferred to make love with, it was fine with Donna.

Donna knew then that it was only a matter of time before El and she began
experimenting with oral sex. She was very anxious to suck his cute little
penis, as making a man cum with her mouth was a favorite thing of hers. She
knew that he loved her taste too. His kisses on her clit got longer and
more intimate with each passing day. When she masturbated, that was all she
could think of. One day they masturbated together and when they were done,
they loving licked off each other's hands, then spent hours kissing and
cuddling, both totally naked.

Chapter Three - Twice the Fun


Donna realized one day that El needed to be around other people, and so did
she. As wonderful as country life was, El needed to be around other people
so his socialization skills would develop properly. Also, she found that
she was missing the company of other adults, especially other women. Their
closeness and sharing was wonderful, but it wasn't enough for either of
them

She had exchanged letters with one of her school friends named Lisa for
many years. At one time, she and Lisa had been lovers on sleepovers and
they had always kept in touch with one another. Lisa was a perky, petite
redhead with a definite Irish look, a cute figure. She had an even more
open mind than Donna did, if that was even possible. Lisa had been divorced
for about four years at that time, and she also had a son who was a few
months younger than El, who had just turned twelve. His name was
Rickie. They were living near Los Angeles where Lisa was a script editor
for a major motion picture studio, a job she loved as it paid her very well
and gave her lots of free time in between projects.

After discussing with El the prospect of inviting Lisa and Rickie to visit
them the coming summer and discovering he was all for it, Donna wrote a
letter to Lisa. A few weeks later they received an enthusiastic
response. In an ensuing phone call, the two mothers had talked for over an
hour, and had decided that it would be possible for Lisa and Rickie to stay
with them for most of July and all of August.

The two months before their visit flew by, it seemed, and the two weeks
before they were to arrive, Donna and El were very busy cleaning, baking
and generally getting things ready for their visit.

One day when they'd finished putting clean sheets on the twin beds in what
was supposed to have been El's bedroom, but one in which he'd never slept,
Donna explained that he'd most likely share that room with Rickie, while
she and Lisa shared her bedroom. At first, El seemed excited about that,
but then he became strangely silent.

After watching him for a few minutes, Donna just had to ask, "El, are you
all right? Is anything bothering you?"

"I was just wondering if I'll still be able to sleep in my pretty nighties
when Rickie is here, mommie," he told her.

"You know, I never thought about that," she admitted. "I don't think Lisa
will mind a bit. She loves people that are different. I doubt that Rickie
will mind, but I'll call her later and see that she thinks, ok?"

"I hope they'll understand," El told her, "because I'm sure none of my old
pajamas would even fit me anymore. If I can't sleep in a nightie, I guess
I'll have to sleep in just panties."

"Yes, I guess so, sweetie," she replied, "and come to think of it, we'll
both have to start wearing robes, unless Lisa and Rickie are as open about
their bodies as you and I are. Let's hope they are. I just hate being all
covered up some days, as you well know. Let's go to my old room and see if
there are any robes there for you."

As El recently had learned to loved exploring in that room, he quickly
followed her there. After searching in two closets, Donna found a pink
chenille robe that she was sure would fit El. It was ankle length and
zipped up the front. Other than the color, it wasn't too feminine. El
seemed to love the silky feel of the fabric when he tried it on.

As they were leaving the room, El said, "Mommie, I'm out of clean shorts
and tops. Are there any here that I could wear?"

Donna managed to suppress a smile as she was sure he had some clean tops
and shorts in his room, but she decided to go along with his suggestion as
she knew he liked to experiment with her things.

"I'm sure we can find some things that will fit you, sweetie," she
allowed. "I think the dresser over there has tops in the middle drawer and
shorts in the bottom one. Help yourself."

She sat on the bed and watched as he undressed down to his panties, then
tried on just about every top and shorts in the dresser. There was about
fifty of each and most of them seemed to fit him. It took over an hour
before he finally decided on a very short pair of white silk short that
zipped up the back and had no pockets. They were designed to show off a
girl's bottom, and they looked great on El, thanks to his petite slender
figure and cute little bubble butt. The top he chose was a skimpy pink knit
with lace scallops on the neckline that left a few inches of his tummy
exposed. It was very feminine and it also looked nice on him. At her
suggestion, El wore a pair of her white summer sandals with the outfit,
ones she remembered picking out when she was thirteen.

"You look great, El," she honestly told him. "but you've got to let my
brush your hair into a pretty style now. Would you like me to put that pink
ribbon on it when I'm done?" She adored playing with his long, silky blonde
hair and he seemed to enjoy it when she fussed over him.

"Yes, I think it would be perfect with this top, mommie," he decided a
moment later.

"Ok, while I try and find the ribbon, take a look at how cute your bottom
looks in those silk shorts."

El walked over to the mirror, then turned slowly in front of it. As he did,
his smile grew bigger and bigger.

"Oh, mommie," he gushed, "they are so much nicer than my baggy old shorts!
Thank you so much for letting me wear them. I love the shoes too. They're
so dainty."

"It's ok, hon," Donna said as she hugged him. "Remember, I said you're more
than welcome to wear any of the things here any time you want. I love it
when you wear things I used to love wearing. You're getting more and more
like the daughter I never had, but always hoped for. This is fun, isn't
it?"

"It is," he readily admitted. "Boys' clothes are so boring and girls'
clothes are such fun. So many bright colors and soft fabrics."

"Then you don't mind pretending to be a girl now and then, just to please
me?" she asked, already knowing that he'd love the idea as much as she
would.

"No, I'd like it, mommie. It's kind of like when we used to play with dolls
and dress them up in all those wonderful outfits grandma make for you when
you were a little girl."

"You're so good to me, El," she said, again barely able to suppress her
smile. "One day I'm going to have to set that lovely hair of your in
rollers too, just to see how pretty it will look with lots of soft curls. I
love how my hair looks when you set it, even if it is a pain."

"Can you set in for me now, mommie?" he asked. "I'd love to see how it
would look. Please?"

Of course, Donna agreed as it was her intention all along. Two hours later,
El's pretty face was surrounded by his pretty blonde curls, and he'd even
let her put some lipstick and earrings on him, along with two rings, a
necklace and a bracelet.

"You look so pretty, El," Donna said once they were done. "I think my
daughter has just been born. This is so great! Do you like how you look?"
She wanted to kiss him very badly but was reluctant to mess up his pink
lipstick.

"I love it, mommie!" he told her. "You made me so pretty! I love you!"

"Is it ok if I call you Ellen now?" Donna asked, once she was sure he was
pleased with the changes she'd made. "You look nothing at all like a
boy. You're my pretty daughter Ellen now."

"Oh, that's perfect! Much nicer than El. It's so cool being a girl! Will
you pierce my ears for me, mommie? I want to try on all those pretty dangly
earrings you have."

"Of course I will, my lovely daughter. I love you so much. Tomorrow I want
you to try on some of the dresses I wore when I was your age. There are so
many pretty ones in the closets here. Would you do that for me?"

"Yes, I want to try them on, mommie," Ellen told her. "Ever since I saw
them in there a few weeks ago, I've wondered how I'd look in one of them."

"Then that's what we'll do, Ellen," Donna replied. "It will be so great."

That's all I have so far. Let me know if you liked the story, or have
suggestions. Please keep flames to yourself. I'm marcimanseau@bluefrog.com