My Precious Little Boy

My Precious Little Boy Another Fiction by John G. Edwards JO/EL Engineering Technical Publications Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved

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Let's not make any mistakes here, but boys can be so much easier to raise than girls. For the most part, thy pop out of the womb and just seem to hit the ground running. Their needs are fewer and definitely not as sophisticated. Their fathers take them under their wing and teach them the survival skills that they will need when the grow up. But, when the father figure is not around, things can get out of hand pretty quickly.

This is the story of such a mother and son. Jessica Reynolds had her son, Joshua, when she was nearly 34 years old. She had several miscarriages before she had Joshua. Her husband was in the military and had been killed in Iraq just after her son was born. Jessica had been a systems analyst for the Army, in fact that's where she met Richard, her husband.

Richard had the rank of captain and was well like by his officers and men, and it was a real shock when he was killed by an IED. Of course this was before Humvee's were retrofitted with additional armor. His was the lead truck of a convoy that was out on routine patrol. The explosion was horrific as it tore the truck into to three pieces. Richard never really knew what hit him, so he didn't suffer. Unlike a couple of the other soldiers who were in the rear, one lost both of his legs and the other lost an arm and a foot.

Richards body was bagged and tagged and sent back to Virginia for a closed casket burial. Jessica was told not to look at her husband's broken and mangled body, but to remember his as he once was. Of course this never did really did bring closure for Jessica. It was the best possible scenario because Richard's body was in several pieces, none of which were stitched back together. There were too many pieces missing. The sight would make any normal person sick to death.

As you can imagine raising a child by a single parent is not an easy task. The bonding that takes place between child and parent is one that takes many years to solidify, and there needs to be someone at home, just about full time, when you are a single parent. Jessica was torn between work and her son. The government generally makes high demands of those people who are part of intelligence and pays them accordingly to keep them returning to the trough, as it were.

Jessica had a nanny for Joshua, but he needed more. At age 14, he was starting to get in trouble at school and his mother was advised to start taking matters into her own hands, or else the justice system would do it for her. It wasn't that intelligence got slow, or anything, but Jessica had, had enough. With her husband's pension and what little money she would receive from the government, she was able to quit her job and lead a modest life. The nanny had to go, but that was ok too because she would be able to save that weekly outlay of cash.

It was a kind of bitter sweet day when Helga was let go, She was a sweet old German lady who had tried her best with Joshua, but he was very head strong and none of her European methods seemed to work on him. For her it was a reprieve and she was happy to go on to greener pastures. Jessica was not pleased that she had to let her go, but she couldn't afford to keep her either. She did write a wonderful letter of recommendation for her and she had Joshua read it.

"Good, I'm glad to see the old bitty out of here. She was a pain in the ass!" Jessica pursed her lips, clinched her fist, and gave Joshua a smack so hard that he crumpled to his knees.

"Listen up, here mister, things are going to change around this household, starting now! Helga is a kind and caring person, you do not appreciate that now, but you will some day. But as for now, you are going to clean up that pig sty of a room of yours and not come out till it's finished. You may or may not be eating dinner tonight. That depends on your attitude and how well you clean your room, understand me!"

Joshua was still picking himself off the floor, "You can't do that to me, I'm just a kid!"

"Yeah, you want to explain that to the cops who already know what a little shit you are? Who do you think they would believe, you or me? I would tell them that you are threatening me and I was in fear for my life. How does an assault and battery charge sound to you? Think you would like to spend a few years in juvenile hall?"

Joshua was going to go off on his mother, but decided that she had won this battle, but the war was far from over! He turned and wet to his room to sulk for a while.

"Oh, and by the way, give my your phone, you've lost your phone privilege for a week." Joshua started to say something, but didn't want to incur any more of her wrath and handed her his cell phone.

Jessica was now visible shaken by her actions, but she knew that there were going to have to be some new changes around here. Her association with the military had taught her discipline and that there was a chain of command, now Joshua would have to learn discipline and that he was at the bottom of the chain in the Reynolds house hold. She just hopped that this display of force would not turn Joshua completely against her.

As Joshua sat on the edge of his bed, he was trying to comprehend what had just happened, His mother had never been physical with him before, where the hell did this come from, but more to the point, was it going to happen again? He would have to test his mother to see, but not tonight.

Jessica was having recriminations about hitting her son, but she also knew that she couldn't let her guard down and relent. She had kick-started things today and she would have to be even stronger now. It was only about two o'clock and there was plenty of time for Joshua to either shit or get off the pot. Jessica thought about fixing something that her son truly enjoyed for dinner, but she thought better of that, she didn't want to show him one ounce of compassion, not right now anyway. Looks like Brussels sprouts and Spam tonight, she knew he hated both.

Joshua finally got up and started putting his dirty clothes into a pile. He couldn't believe that the pile was nearly at tall as his bed, but it was. After smelling a pair of his underpants, he couldn't believe how much they reeked. No wonder his room had an odor to it, he thought. He went to ask his mother what he should do with them because he had never done the wash, or anything, because that was part of Helga's duties.

"Mom, I have my dirty clothes all piled up, you want to wash them?"

Jessica did not like that tone one bit, "No, you are going to have to do your own laundry from now on, Helga is not here to do it for you, understand?"

"I can't."

"Oh god, I hate the word 'can't! Does that mean you won't, or you don't know how?"

Joshua had to measure his answer, he wanted to say that he wouldn't, but thought that this might not be the day to say that to his now enraged mother. "I don't know how..." Wanting to smart off and be glib, but bit his lip.

"Put your stuff into one of your pillow cases and strip off the sheets and bring them to the laundry room, you are going to learn how to do your own things."

Joshua went and got his things and was schooled in the separation of colors and what soaps to use. He was also told what temperatures to use for white and colored things. "I never thought that there was so much to washing your clothes..."

"Well, now you know..." After a thorough review, Joshua was allowed to do his thing. Of course, Joshua forgot to take two his two red shirts out when he did his sheets and white tee shirts. The hot water did what it was good at, it made the red shirts bleed and his white sheets and shirts were, not quite, a brilliant pink color.

"Oh shit!" he thought, he hated the color pink! It was so girly, and all.

His mother just laughed, "I told you not to mix colors with the whites. Now, you got pink sheets and pink tee shirts. You are going to have to live with them. I don't have the money coming in like I did when I was working, so I can't buy a new set of sheets or shirts because you screwed up. Not my problem."

"Damn," Joshua thought, he would never ever wear those shirts again, but if he kept the bed spread pulled up on his bed, no one would ever see his sheets! Score another one for mom, shit! Now Joshua had to start tackling the rest of his mess. He sure did miss his phone because it was the link to his world outside the house and his world. He thought that maybe if he cleaned up his room that maybe she would let him have it back.

Dinner time came and Jessica went to her sons room to see how he was doing, she was disappointed when she found him playing video games instead of cleaning. He had however, put most of his stuff onto a blanket in the middle of the room. When she entered his room without knocking, he just about jumped out of his skin and he fell backwards in the chair that he had himself precariously balanced on.

"Well, it looks like someone is going without supper tonight. You've got an even bigger mess now then what you had. Poor boy."

Joshua didn't take this too well, "I'll just go out and get something, that's ok."

"No, it's not ok, you will be staying in this evening and for the next seven days. I've cancelled your credit card, so you have no money available to you, except for the change in your pockets."

"What! You can't do that, what about my allowance?"

Once again Jessica pursed her lips and informed Joshua, "From this point on, you will have to earn your allowance, or you could go get a job and earn your own money. Like I told you earlier, things are changing around here, and fast! Gone are the good old days of a carefree life style where you could ask for money and I would give it to you. Now that you are a teenager, you will start sharing your part of the burden around here.

If you want to go somewhere, you are going to have to earn the money to do so. You may want to start driving next year, and if you do, you are going to have to save your money to buy your first car. Just like daddy and I did when we wanted to drive. You do know what a budget is, right?"

"Sort of."

"Well, here's lesson number three today, I'm going to give you a news paper to read and I will prepare a list of things that you will need to find prices for. Yes, you are going to have to do it old-school, no damn computer. I'll be back in a little while, I would suggest that you put your nose to the grind stone and get this mess cleaned up, NOW!"

Joshua had gotten himself picked up off the floor and just stared at his mess. Something was going to have to change here, and fast! Joshua had used his window several times to sneak out of the house, maybe he would have to use it again after his mother went to sleep. He did have a few bucks stashed away and he had some junk food in his desk drawer.

Jessica knew of his escape route and had taken care of that by putting several small nails on the window to hold the screen shut one day when Joshua was gone for a couple of hours. Plus, she had figured that he would probably try and make his getaway tonight because she knew her son.

"You can't starve me like this!"

"Oh sweetie, you are right. Let me go and get your dinner tonight..." Of course when she returned, she had a granola bar placed onto a plate and a glass of water to eat and drink. "Here we go, these are nutritious and you won't have to worry about your waistline, either." After she handed the tray to Joshua, she left his room and closed the door.

Joshua thought, "I hate this shit and she knows it! Why me, why now?" Josh hung his head and began to sulk, but after about twenty minutes, he had decided to at least make some sort of effort to clean his room, at least get the blanket off the floor. All he could think about was getting out of the house and going to get something to eat. Around 11:00pm, he decided to turn in, or at least make an appearance that he had. His mother usually went to bed after the 11:00pm news and she would come in and give him a kiss, good night. Tonight would be no different.

Jessica loved her son, but now it was time for her to get the upper hand in his upbringing. If she thought that the first part was hard, this would be another level of hard. Jessica had closed her bedroom door and Joshua knew that it would be about ten or fifteen minutes before she would zonk out. He would wait until around midnight to go and grab some eats. Of course, eats, would be something from the fast food place about two blocks away.

What Joshua didn't know, was his mother had snuck out of the house and was waiting for him at the side of the house. She armed herself with a large beam flashlight so that she would catch Joshua off guard. If the neighbors would have been watching, they would have wondered what the hell was going on here as she crouched behind a bush next to the house.

She didn't have to wait long as Joshua had overcome the small nails that held the screen in place and he stuck is first leg out the window. His second leg had not touched the ground when Jessica turned on the bright light and asked, "Going somewhere, are we?"

Busted...

"Uhh... I... umm... No, no where in particular, just out for a bit to eat," Josh was visibly nervous and it showed big time in his face.

"How about this, crawl back into your room and you go back to bed! Looks like I will have to apply a new punishment now. You have destroyed my trust in you, Joshua. "Crawl back inside, NOW! And get to sleep. I'll see you on the inside, now move it!"

Joshua knew that he was beat and hastily retreated back inside the house. He was just closing his window when his mother came into his room. "Now, to make sure that you don't try this again tonight, take off all of your clothes."

Josh just kind of stared at her, but started taking off his tee shirt and jeans. "Give them to me," demanded his mother. As he handed them to her, she took his pillow and pulled it out of the pillow case, and threw it on the bed. Taking his clothes and stuffing them into the limp case. Josh had a smirk on his face thinking that he had plenty more where those came from, but his mother opened his dresser drawers and filled the pillow case with the rest of his jeans and pants, she even took what pants he had from his closet. "I don't think you will be going anywhere without your trousers, tonight." Now she smirked at him.

Josh could only say, "Shit, shit, shit," in his mind. Looks like he was stuck for the night. The next morning, Jessica had made a hearty breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. The smell woke Josh and he finally went to the kitchen, wearing only a tee shirt and a pair of briefs.

"Good morning sweetheart, sleep well?"

Josh mumbled something unintelligible.

"What was that sweetheart?"

"Uhh, ok, I guess."

"Well, eat up, you've got to finish cleaning up your room today, then you can go out for a little bit, if you want. I've got some shopping to do this afternoon and I will be back home around 5:00pm. I expect you to get back here by then. If you are going to be late, you should call and let me know. That's another new rule, if your are supposed to be somewhere with, or for, me, and you are going to be late - you need to call and let me know when you will be home... and why you are late. Penalties, will apply for tardiness."

Jessica sat down and ate and tried to make some small talk, but Josh was mostly unresponsive, just 'yes' and 'no' answers. As soon as he was done, he left to go attach his room, this time with a vengeance. He pulled out his bed away from the wall and found several Army men, a bunch of candy wrappers, several school assignments that were lost, and a whole lot of dust. He wondered how he had such a mess to clean up. Around noon he had called his mother in for inspection, "Is this ok, mom?"

Jessica looked around and shook her head, "Well, it's a good start. How much money did you find under your bed?"

"A couple of bucks in change," Josh had to laugh, "Enough for a taco and a small drink, I should think."

"Do you want me to make you some lunch, or do you want to just eat your taco and drink you small drink?"

Josh thought for a minute, "It's not that he didn't like his mothers cooking, but he wanted out of the house in the worst way. But, he needed some pants. "Mom, can I have a pair of pants back?"

"How about a pair of shorts, it's supposed to be nice out today."

"Perfect!"

"What color would you like, sir?"

"The gray ones, please." Ahh, now he was getting into the spirit of things. Jessica got his shorts and handed them to him and then went to go make herself a quick sandwich. "Mom, where are you going shopping today?"

"I've got some women's things to do today, why do you want to come along?"

"Well, maybe..."

"I've got to go get some underwear and maybe a dress. You can come if you want, oh, I've gotta go by the shoe outlet and get a pair of shoes too." She knew that Joshua never liked to go with her when went dress and shoe shopping.

"That's ok, take your time, I'll see you around five, ok?"

"No, it's not ok... I said to be here at 5:00, not after, so around will just not do, understand?

Josh gave her a questioning look, but said, "Yes mother."

"Great, I'll see you at 5:00." It was all Josh could do to get the hell out of the house for right now. Of course, he didn't have his phone, but that was ok anyway, at least his mother couldn't call him. "Be sure to wear a watch, dear." Jessica had a bunch to do today, she had to go to the big box store to get a couple of bras, some panties, a pair of tights, and maybe have a look at their dresses, etc. She would have looked at more shoes, but she didn't like the quality of the big box stores' shoes.

Parking at these stores is always kind of crazy, but she found a parking space about 50 feet away from the front door. She grabbed a cart as she entered and headed directly to the foundations department.

As you would imagine, there were rows and rows of bras in all imaginable types and colors, but today she was looking for a tee-shirt and a push up bra. She liked the fact that they were slightly padded, of course the push-up bras had a graduated padding that would boost your size, one or two, cup sizes. She found one of each in black, both had pink lining and a little bow between the underwire cups. As she held them up, she thought, 'darling.'

Next she went to the outdoor wear and looked for some panties. She liked that fact that these were made of a slightly sturdier material than regular panties. Since they were on sale, she bought six pairs. After going to the hosiery department, she found a pair of opaque black tights that were 200 denier.

The dress selection wasn't all that bad, and after the 40% sale discount, she came away with two dresses and a blouse and skirt for very reasonable money. Now if they only had a pair of black leather ballet flats, she would be styling. It was getting near 3:30pm and she had a few things to do at home before Josh got back. As she drove home, she saw Josh with one of his friends at the fast food takeout, of course he didn't see her.

There was one other thing that she did at the big box store, that was to take Joshua's phone to the sales/service desk to have a locator app installed so that she could track Joshua's every move. The app would run in the background and he would never know it was even on the phone.

When Jessica got home, she put that packages on her bed and went to Josh's room to start clearing out his underwear drawers, along with most of his shirts and pants. She did leave the two pink shirts for him. Once she had everything bagged and tagged, she took them to the cellar and locked them in the old coal room. Once she was back upstairs, she put the bras and panties in his dresser. With only two bras and half a dozen pairs of panties, there wasn't much else there, except for the two pink tee shirts and a couple of others.

All of his sox had been boxed up and the one pair of tights sat all by themselves. However, Jessica did go and find a couple of pairs of her pantyhose and put them in the drawer to keep the tights company. Now, Joshua had a complete wardrobe makeover and there were hardly any of his boys thing left. The two dresses, skirt, and blouse were now all that hung in his closet.

Since it was summer, there would be no problem with his wearing a dress and going to school. After he took his bath, she would abscond with his shorts, sox, and underwear before he came out of the bathroom. There would only be his new wardrobe to wear.

It was 4:50pm and Josh came walking in, "Hi mom, get your shopping done this afternoon?"

"Yes I did. How was your afternoon?"

"Ok, I hung around with my friends and played some video games over at Fred's house for a while."

"Mmm, sounds like fun. Why don't you go get showered and I'll get us something for dinner. By the way, you did a much better job on your room today, thank you."

"Yeah, I guess..." Josh went to take his shower. He thought this kind of strange about taking a shower now. When he did shower - and that was only two or three times a week, it would usually be right before he went to bed.

Once he was in the shower his mother slipped into his room and gathered up his remaining things and locked them away.

Of course, when he got out of the shower and went to get his clothes, there was a scream that could be heard round the world, "What's this!!! MOTHER!"

Jessica had a wry smile on her face when she walked into his room,

"What's the matter dear?"

"Where are my clothes? These aren't mine!" he said as he held up the bra and panties in disbelief.

"Oh, those are your clothes."

"What the hell!"

"Don't you use that kind of language mister! Put your panties on and then I will give you a hand with your bra." Josh stood there blinking his eyes and his mouth agape.

"Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Why are you doing this to me?

"I'm not doing anything that you haven't brought on yourself. You know what a little shit you've been the last few years. Did you not think that it wouldn't catch up with you some day? Children who misbehave need discipline. Yours has just taken a little bit of time to reach around and bite you in the ass. You know the old saying, what goes around, comes around. It's your turn. I'm tired of the lies, the trying to be someone you are not, your laziness, your disobedience, and the list goes on. Now we are going to try a different approach. You are going to learn to be a young lady for a while. You will learn how to dress like a young lady, you will learn to clean this house, you will learn how to cook for this house. But, for right now, you are going to put those panties and bra on for the moment. Your dress is in your closet, by the way."

Joshua stood there stunned. His mother had never been so forceful before and he knew that he had been everything his mother said, and a lot more. His only thought right now was how was he going to get out of this predicament. He was staring down his mother while he thought.

"Put the panties on Joshua!" He just stood there testing his mother. "Put the panties on now, or you will just wear that towel, it's up to you sweetheart, the choice is entirely yours." As Josh stood there, he measured his response. Should he hit his mother and leave home? Maybe take her car and drive West? Or, maybe follow her instructions to the letter for a while. He figured that this couldn't last forever, nothing ever does.

Joshua said, "Ok..." and took the black panties and slid them up his legs and over his butt. What he wasn't prepared for was the sensation of sliding the panties up his legs up to and around his privates. They were so soft and the fit tight around his mid section. Once they were finally pulled into place, he took his hands and felt down the front and then down the sides, finally taking both hands and feeling how smooth the panties were on his rump. There is something so sensual about wearing this type of fabric against your skin that it's almost indescribable.

His penis was starting to get excited and he immediately had a wet spot form on his brand new panties. Wearing panties was certainly not like wearing his briefs, they just didn't feel like they did. He looked at his mother with an astonished look on his face.

"Feels nice, huh?"

Joshua blushed, "Yeah, not like my shorts, these feel much better." He looked at his mother, "I can't believe how they feel when you touch them. My fingers slide so easily when I move them over the fabric." Jessica just smiled.

"These are a little bit thicker than the ones I wear every day, but I like the way the feel on my body too. Alright, let's get your bra on, now."

"Mom, guys don't wear bras..." he whined.

"What did I just tell you, you are going to dress like a young lady, didn't I?" Josh just shook his head. "Stand right here as I help you put this on. Slip your arms through the straps and reach around your back to grab the ends. Now comes the hard part, trying to connect the hooks and clasps." She helped Josh put the bra over his arms and then she hooked the ends together. After a couple of adjustments, Josh looked very cute wearing his new bra. "Now, reach behind your back and see if you can get yourself out."

Josh placed his hand behind his back and fumbled around for a couple of minutes and succeeded in getting just one of the hooks undone. His mother undid the other hook and the bra fell loose. "Let me show you another way to put this on." She turned the bra around so that the end were in front, fastened them, pulled it around so that the cups were facing forward.

After pulling the cups over his lack luster breasts, she had Josh put his arms thru the straps and make sure that the straps lay flat on his back.

Joshua ran his hands over the cups, and just like the panties, there was a sensory overload with his fingers. The two layers of lightly padded bra could slip and slide over each other making for a wonderful experience as Josh held each cup in his hands. All of a sudden he wondered what it would be like to have breasts that he could man handle and fondle. The AA-cup bra was about as much bra as Josh could wear without it puckering. Josh looked at himself in the mirror and had two thoughts, he was beginning to warm up to this, very slightly. But, he would just die if any of his friends ever found out that he had worn a bra... sissy boy...

"How does that feel, sweetheart? You do look cute in it."

That was the last thing he wanted to wear, but the bra was getting easier to wear the longer he stood there. Realize that this has all taken place in a few scant minutes. "You wear one of these every day, huh mom?"

"Yes I do, from when I get up until I go to bed, Sometime I even wear one to bed and sleep in it. I wear a bra for the support. I used to go braless when I was young, but I found that my breasts felt much better when I wore one. You will also find that when you have larger breasts, that you really do need to wear a bra to save your back and to keep your breasts from sagging when you get older. Ok with your tee-shirt bra?"

Josh just smiled. "Ok, let's get that one off and see what you look like wearing a pushup bra."

"Mom, I don't have anything to push up, you know?"

"That's true, but let's see what happens, humor me here."

Josh slid the bra off and set about trying to put the push-up on. He put the ends together just above his stomach and slid it around his chest and after he got the straps into position, his mother made a couple adjustments to correctly position the bra on his thin frame. The padding did give Josh the illusion of having a pair of small, but rounded globes.

As Josh looked at himself, he liked what he saw. As he cupped the thick foam padding, he felt as though he really did have a pair of petite breasts. There wasn't any feeling with all that padding, but it was about a hand-full enough for him to grab.

"Nice, huh?" asked his mother as she smiled.

"Kind of. How big to your breasts have to be not wear a pushup bra, anyway?"

"Pretty big, probably a C-cup or D-cup and you would have plenty, why do you want to grow your own breasts?

Josh thought carefully for a minute, "I'm a boy, not a girl, mom. Besides, I might look kind of strange with tits, don't you think?"

"Well, actually... I think you might look really nice with a small pair of boobies. Your father had man boobs and I told him that he should wear a bra, or something. Now, before you ask what are man boobs, they are just what you think they are. Some men get gynacomastia, that's where your body tolerates estrogen and causes breast tissue growth."

"Really, dad had man boobs?"

"Well, the fact that he was about 25 pounds overweight didn't help, either. But his side of the family has that gene in their DNA strand. I made him wear a bra a couple of times and he looked just like you, quite fetching when he wore them!"

Josh couldn't believe it that his father had worn a bra, wow! Maybe this won't be so bad after all, he thought. He stood there waiting for what was to come next, the dress. His mother took it from the hanger and held it up to him to see if the size was about right, it was. Jessica took the dress and slid it over Josh's up stretched hands and pulled it into place. The sleeveless sweetheart dress looked simply darling on Josh.

"Gosh honey, you look awfully cute in this."

Josh had to force himself to turn around and look in the mirror because he could never imagine himself wearing a dress, ever! His mother zipped the rear zipper and Josh felt like someone had just locked him up and was about ready to throw away the key.

"Let's have a look at you my darling little boy... Wow, you look every pretty. Maybe we should do something with your hair, ya think?"

Josh had let his hair grow to nearly shoulder length and if it had a feminine cut, he could probably pass for a girl. He finally turned around to see himself and was totally surprised at what he looked like. The blue sleeveless dress had a full skirt and it was about five inches above his knees. He did look like any other girl in his age bracket, cute. As he walked around the room he swung his hips and the skirt sashayed from side to side and back again. He looked down at his feet and then at his mother, "Shoes?"

Yes, absolutely. I got you a pair of black ballet flats, here," she said as she handed them to him, "Put these on." They looked pretty narrow to Josh, but once he put his foot in, the shoe seemed to magically jump into place. The shoes were certainly not what Josh had envisioned, but they did fit very nicely. He held out and twisted his leg to get a better view. "Walk around in them, they are much more comfortable than you might think. I love my flats, of course I like to wear heels once in a while, they make my legs so sexy to look at. You will have to give them a test drive sometime real soon."

Josh left the bedroom and started walking around the house. It was a completely different experience, wearing a dress as compared to his tee shirt and jeans.

There was a slight, but definite, breeze that followed him wherever he walked. Josh was at that age where he was starting to become sexually aroused and he could feel his pee-pee starting to wake up and take notice of all the new clothes. The tightness of the panties against his groin was now becoming one of pure pleasure with each step he took. There was also a special sensation when the dress slipped over his nylon clad little rump, each step reminded him that he was not in Kansas, anymore.

With each and every step he took, he liked the way his feet felt wearing the flats. His mother was right, they were very comfortable. Jessica went to make some dinner and called Josh to the kitchen, "Honey, come into the kitchen please." A few seconds later Josh arrived, "I want to teach you how to make a sandwich properly. Not that slash and burn PBJ you are used to making." For the next ten minute his mother schooled him on meat choices, condiments, and veggies, how they should be measured out and then applied to the bread. Josh actually took some pleasure as his mother told him what to do. Within minutes, they both had sandwiches ready to eat. After they finished, they went back to Josh's room.

"Turn around and I'll unzip you, dear; I want you to try on the skirt and blouse now." Josh had been unusually quite during dinner and his mother kind of wondered why? What was it?

Josh slid the dress off and stood there waiting for the next garments. His mother handed him the tights and explained how to put them on, one leg at a time. He did notice that his legs looked pretty good with tights. Mother handed him the yellow and black polka dot cotton blouse. He was not used to buttoning his tee shirts and this blouse would take a bit of getting used to. The short black skirt had a zipper on the side and that made it easy to get in and out of. Of course Josh had had to tuck the blouse in, unlike wearing a tee shirt. This outfit also looked very nice on Josh.

Next it was the short black sheath dress with cap sleeves and it too had a zipper in the back, but this one went from the waist up. As his mother zipped the dress slowly, Josh had this tingly feeling that went up his spine as the zipper inched ever higher and he felt a wet spot between his legs.

Jessica looked at her son and nodded her head in approval, but she had to do something with that hair. She went and go one of her scrunchies and pulled his hair back into a short ponytail, there, that was better. Josh strutted around the room and through the rest of the house like a kid with a new toy. Maybe he was going to do ok with this crossdressing thing.

The next morning, Josh was told that he would be taking several vitamins to get him on the straight and narrow path to a more health body and mind. He didn't argue. During breakfast he was a chatter box about all things female and Jessica found this to be a new departure for her son. These last few day, they had talked more than they had in the last six months. Maybe this was the start of something very good.

After about a week of wearing the same clothes, Josh spoke up, "Mom, can I get another dress and a skirt and blouse? These are getting to be a little stale, if you catch my drift."

"Well Josh, what did you have in mind, dear?"

"A pair of shorts would be nice."

"Uh huh, what else?"

"Maybe some jeans, or something?" he said questioningly.

"And..."

"Well, I was thinking, since you want me to do this for the rest of the summer, maybe I could get another bra and some pantyhose. I'm beginning to like the way they feel. I don't know, I just feel so good when I wear them. I know I shouldn't, but I do. Mom, can you show me how to put on some makeup? I kind of feel naked around you when you wear it, you know?"

Now, to this point in time, Josh and not ventured outside the house. He was afraid that some of his boyfriends might see him and make fun of him. At this age, we can all remember how important our friends were in our social group.

"Well... maybe it's time you set foot out of the house and we did go shopping. What are you going to wear?"

Josh kind of stopped in his mental tracks. Wear? What kind of question was that, why his jeans and a tee shirt, of course. "My boys clothes, I thought?"

"Think again, do you have any boys clothes in your closet? Hmm?"

"Uh, no... I don't."

"As I asked, what are you going to wear, then?"

Josh was sort of stymied here, he didn't want to go shopping in his girls clothes, at all. But, he would have to go out sometime in a dress. "I guess my blouse and skirt?" He hated that he was even saying this, especially out loud to his mother.

"Well, that sounds sensible because you will want to try on different things and wearing something that I s easy to get in and out of makes a lot of sense, don't you think, sweetie?"

"Yes mother..." Oh, how had things come this far that he was willing and wanted to wear a dress outside the house??? Oh my god, he thought.

"I tell you what dear, why don't we go into my bedroom and maybe have you try on a few of my things. That way you might see if my style, is your style, follow what I'm saying? And, maybe we can do some makeup, how does that sound?"

This wasn't exactly what Josh wanted to hear, but at least he would not have to go out shopping. "Uh yeah, that sound good, mom."

"All right then, let's get going!" Jessica took her son to her bedroom and she started looking thru her chest of drawers and found some shear pantyhose and a couple of pairs of solid color tights and handed them to

Josh. In another drawer, she found one of her long-leg girdles and some black shear stockings and handed them to her son. In another drawer, she pulled out a couple of bras, one was a strapless model and the other was a long-line model. She thought about getting out one of her corsets, but thought better of that idea, maybe some other day... Then she went to her closet and pulled out several tops and skirts, along with a few dresses that were too small for her. Rummaging thru her shoes, she found a pair of Mary-Jane shoes and a couple of pairs of heels. The taupe pair of 2" pumps were one of her favorites. Then she grabbed a pair of 5" platform high heels with a flared at the bottom heel that had wide ankle straps.

Josh kind of knew the drill, get undressed. The shear pantyhose looked spectacular on his legs and they were certainly thinner than his tights. They almost felt like he was wearing nothing. As he eyed the long-leg girdle, he was not sure that it was going to fit him because it looked so tiny just laying there. His mother started to give him a hand to put it on, but Josh's penis was charging for full erection. "Houston, we have a problem here..." said Jessica as she looked at him. A wave of terror swept over Josh, this was his worst nightmare come to fruition. He turned every shade of red imaginable.

"Oh mom... This happens all the time when I put on my tights. I don't know how to stop it."

"Well, at your age getting a hard on is pretty standard operating procedure (SOP) and there's not much that you can do about it, you can only relieve it."

Josh just stood there not believing that his mother had spoken this frankly to him, "How?"

"There is medication that I'll get for you that keeps this from happening so much or not at all, but the relief part is thru masturbation."

This word was not totally new to Josh because his boyfriends were all doing it, but he himself, had never tried it. He had to claim ignorance here and wanted to see how his mother explained it, "What's that mom?"

"I'm sure you've heard the term used by your friends and maybe you have even have tried it, yourself."

"No mother, I haven't tried it myself."

"Ok, if you say so. Would you like to know how to masturbate?"

If there was a hole and Josh could fit into it, he would have jumped in with both feet and started to cover himself up, "Uh... sure..." Josh had gotten his sex education on the playground at school and it was pretty rudimentary. It was time for good old mom to speak her peace, and hopefully soon.

"I'll be right back." His mother left the room and came back with a banana and a condom. "I know that boys talk and you probably have a better sex education than I did at your age. Plus, I know that they teach you something in school. Alright, let's say that this banana is your pee-pee. You should always use a condom during sex, with another person or yourself. It does a couple of things for you, it keeps your sperm away from fertile eggs that all women carry, and it keeps the mess of your ejaculate in a tidy little sack." She opened the condom and quickly and efficiently put it on the banana, "This is how you put on a condom." She went on to explain the differences between lubricated and non-lubricated condoms and told him why she chose a non-lubricated one for this demonstration, "If you are going to masturbate, you won't want to use anything that is lubricated, two reason..." First, they cost more money and secondly you will be applying your own lubricant. After the condom is in place, you will apply a little petroleum jelly to your right hand and begin stroking up and down." She demonstrated proper technique, "And you will do this until you ejaculate, or as you may know it - cum. I found that the area around the corona was the most pleasurable on your father."

"You used to jack... Uh, I mean masturbate him?"

"Yes, I did and he liked it very much, actually. He really enjoyed it when I used a vibrator on him," she smiled broadly.

Josh didn't know what to say. His mother had opened up about her sex life with his father. It was pretty therapeutic for her to discuss her husbands' sexual likings and she would also tell Josh more at the appropriate time.

"A vibrator?" Josh asked wide eyed.

"Someday we will get one for you, I think you will really enjoy it."

My god, mom's telling me how to get off, none of my other friends had their mother tell them how! Josh was gaining a new respect for his mother that had been lacking for quite a while. "Should I go masturbate right now, mom?"

"Maybe later," She flicked his fledgling hard-on with her finger and it went away immediately.

"Wow, I never know that you could do that! It's like a light switch that turns off by itself, but you just flick it and it goes out, neat!"

"Alright, let's get back to what's important here. Put the girdle on, it won't be that hard with your pantyhose already on, you'll see." Sure enough, the clingy garment went up and over his hips in an instant!

"This sure is tight, mom. Is it supposed to be this tight?"

"Yes dear, it is. After a while you will forget that you have it on. It's just a bit more to undo when you go potty. It does look mighty good on you. I always but Extra Firm girdles because I like the compression, there's something about wearing one that makes it a pleasure and not a pain in the butt, for me. This one has a tummy panel and it keeps your tummy looking toned and trim. Walk around and see what it's like."

As Josh walked around, the restrictive garment never let him know that it wasn't there on his hips. "This may take a while to get used to, mom."

"Yes it will. Here, let's see how my long-line bra fits you, I know it's going to be a bunch big in the cups, but hey if you ever grow your own breasts, you may fill it out just right!"

God perish the thought, thought Josh. As his mother fastened him into the bra, Josh had another wave of sensual emotions wash over him and he shuddered slightly. "This bra is really different than the other, huh? I mean, if I did have breasts, I bet it would feel... a... sexy."

"Yes sweetheart, it does feel quite sexy when you wear that one. I don't know why I keep it, it's just something very retro that I bought on a whim and I've only worn it a few times. I should probably just toss it."

"Mom? Would you wear it for me, sometime?"

Jessica was stunned by the request, but said, "Yeah, I'll do that for you sometime, alright sweetie?"

"I'd like that. Can I try on the other bra, now?"

"Of course." After trying on the strapless bra, Josh decided right then

and there that this was not going to be one of his favorites.

The rest of the afternoon just seemed to scamper away as Josh tried on several of his mothers' outfits and just about every pair of her shoes. He did kind of take a liking to a pair of her tall high heel boots, though. Right now, Josh was finding what he liked and disliked in women's clothing. He wasn't that thrilled with connecting the garters on the long-leg girdle to hold the stockings in place and his mother couldn't understand why because she always enjoyed them much more than pantyhose. They were certainly cooler to wear. "Let's make something to eat and then we'll get started on your makeup."

Josh just kind of smiled, he really wanted to put on makeup, but the boys side of him said, 'hell no!' But, after lunch, he let his mother apply her cosmetics to his face.

"Alright kiddo, we are going to start with some basic makeup, just some mascara and lipstick. Your emerald green eyes were made to be made up, you lucky little shit!" Jessica went behind Josh and held his hand as he clutched the mascara wand applicator and guided it to his long eyelashes.

After several strokes on his left eye, she let him attempt to do his right one. Of course Josh had several fine black lines now on his eyelid and had to start over, but after the third try he had the same result as his mother did with his left eye.

Josh was greatly surprised at how the mascara had brought out the look of his eyes. He smiled and his mother patted him on the back.

"Honey, watch as I put on some lipstick. You want to stay within the natural line of your lips, unless you want to have a fuller looking lip." Jessica applied the rich creamy red color to her upper lip and then the lower one. She pressed her lips together and made a popping sound with her mouth once she was finished. "Ok, see how I did that? It's ok if you mess up at first, but you will learn to do this with some precision as you practice."

Josh took the red lipstick and started applying it to his lips, first the top, then the bottom. Low and behold, he had done a pretty darn good job for his first time. Jessica leaned over and gave him a smooch and left some of her lipstick on his cheek. She just smiled, Josh on the their hand had to get the stuff off as quickly as he could. As Josh looked at himself, it became apparent that he had the makings of a beautiful young woman. Mom, can you do some color, now?"

"And that would be where, exactly?"

"On my eyelids, you silly person!"

"Oh, your eyelids... Yeah, we need to color those little puppies, huh? What color were you thinking, dear?"

"I don't know what would go with my green eyes, do you?"

Jessica had a wry smile, "Yes, I think I do, sweetheart." His mother pulled out some purple eye shadow and proceeded to apply it to his upper lids, that a tingle of cobalt flue for good measure. After some black eyeliner was drawn around both lash lines, she applied even more black mascara. Next was a haze of rose colored blush to his high cheek bones and a little dusting of powder to his nose and chin to give them more depth and her son had taken on a most feminine appearance. "Sit still sweetheart..." Jessica went and got a long blonde fall wig and placed it on to Josh's head and then combed it a bit. The result was one of masterful beauty, Josh had disappeared and a beautiful young woman was starting back at him in the mirror.

He batted his eyes in astonishment and disbelief, he never thought that a transformation like this was even possible for a boy like him.

"Up for one more thing?"

Josh blinked his eyes rapidly and shook his head, yes. His mother went and got a pair of clip-on dangle earrings and put them onto his ears, now he truly was a stunner!

"Mom, I... I... just don't know what to say... I look so... so different, don't

I?"

"Yes my darling, you do look very special... and most feminine! Do you like this look? Do you think it's the real you?"

"Maybe if I had some bigger tits! I do look nice, as a girl, huh?"

"Yes you do my love, indeed! Now, do you think that you could reproduce this look by your lonesome?"

"I can try," Josh answered sheepishly.

"Ok then, why don't you practice for a while and show me your different looks each time when you are through, ok? I've got to run to the store for a couple of things, but I should be back in about half an hour." It was about 7:30pm and about every hour Josh would go to his mother and show her something completely different, that was until around 10:30pm when she started getting ready to go to bed. She told Josh he could continue in his room and she loaded him up with lots of her cosmetics and sent him packing, so to speak.

When Josh got to his room there were two boxes on his bed, one was rather small and the other about twice its size. The small box had a dozen condoms inside and the larger box had a brand new vibrator with several attachments. He knew what he had to do immediately and that was to jack off! After turning off the overhead light, he turned on a small light on his nightstand.

Before he lay down on his bed, he took off his skirt and laid it on a chair. His normal modus operandi would have been to kick off his jeans, take off his shirt, and leave them laying on the floor, but not anymore!

He started rubbing his trapped penis and he could feel it starting to come to fruition. Once he was pretty much erect, he pulled down his girdle and pantyhose. As per his mothers instructions, he rolled the un-lubricated plastic-like sheath onto his now hard penis.

Josh couldn't believe how easy it was to pull and roll on. He was so excited that he came before he even had a chance to throttle himself. Yes, he was excited, but not like when you are doing the nasty. His penis went flaccid pretty quickly and his excitement went to disappointment pretty rapidly. After immediately trying to put on another condom, he found that his deflated little soldier would not cooperate, in the least. Now he was having a panic attack of epic proportions as he thought that he had somehow broken something inside him. He almost began to cry he was so upset. Deciding there was nothing to do about his predicament, he went back to playing with the makeup.

Josh continued till it was nearly 3:00am before he called it a day. After cleaning his face for the umpteenth time, he laid down thinking about all the different faces he had paint on himself. Much to his surprise, he started to get hard once again, much to his emotional satisfaction. This time when he put on the condom, he did so with much more deliberation.

He was wearing his pushup bra and a pair of panties. His tights and his mothers girdle were now neatly folded and sitting on his desk. He took the vibrator and looked at it for a few minutes trying to decide which tip to install. There a cup-like end, one that looked like a small hair brush, another that was round and had a small sphere in the middle of it, and then there was one that would actually heat up, but the best was for last. It was something called a twig, it had a three inch long shaft that was about 5/8" in diameter and it had a sort of right-angle protrusion that was about an inch long. For the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was supposed to do or what it was for, maybe mother would know, of course she would, she was a woman who still used this tip on a regular basis.

Josh decided to use the cup end to start with. He turned on the vibrator to the lowest of three settings and placed it onto his rock hard penis. He nearly jumped out of bed as he touched himself he was so stimulated, but after a minute, he liked the sensations that he was generating moving the electrical unit up and down his boyish shaft. He remembered that his mother said that the most sensitive area was near the corona and as he pushed the small vibrating cup close to that area, he now knew why. He felt himself get close a couple of times before he let her fly, and when he did he almost yelled out in joy. His emotions were on the wildest rollercoaster ride ever imaginable. The grin on his face was so big, it was unbelievable! Now he wondered what the other two speed would be like? Tomorrow would be another day...

When Josh got up and dressed, he went into the kitchen where his mother was preparing breakfast and gave her a big hug and kiss.

"What's that for sweetie?"

"Thank you mother for my presents last night. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed and appreciate them."

"That much fun, huh?" she said with a Cheshire cat smile.

"Oh mamma, it was unbelievable! You were right about the corona region." Josh went on about his experience for the next twenty minute, or so. He did have one nagging question, what was the twig for?

"Well, it's mostly a female attachment. You know about the vagina from school, I would imagine, and it goes in there. The little side finger is used to stimulate the clitoris so that you get some pleasure from both the penetration and the stimulation of the clitoris."

"What do you mean, mostly a female attachment? Men use it too, but how is that possible?"

Jessica had wished that this part of their conversation had never come up, but it did, "Well honey, men stick the long end into their rectum and the finger against their perineum. It's the area between your anus and scrotum. They use it to excite their prostate, which in turn can cause you to ejaculate." She went on to tell him about his prostate and when it came into play, "Your father could use the twig to get himself off without touching his penis at all. It was truly a spectacular sight to see." Jessica almost got teary eyed.

"Oh, I see."

"As well you should, my dear. Do you want to go clothes shopping today? They are having some 4th of July sales all over the place, this weekend. Say, why don't you get dressed and put on your makeup and we will go to the mall and have a look around."

Josh had to think a minute for he didn't want to run into any of his friends for they would surely make heaps and heaps of fun of him. The embarrassment would be more than what he could deal with. "Mom, can I wear your blonde wig, too?"

"Mmm, want to hide behind all the blonde hair, do we?"

"Absolutely, plus I don't think anyone would recognize me either. When I had it on I didn't look like Joshua anymore."

"Ok, fair enough... excuse me, but have you thought about a female name, or anything like that?"

"No, not at all..."

"Well, why don't you think about it as you get dressed, ok sweetie?"

A dejected Josh replied, "Ok... mom..." and went to his room to get ready. This trip to the mall would be a test of Josh's intestinal fortitude,. He was about ready to go from dressing at home, and only home, to going out into a very public place whole hog. He would have to do something really creative with his makeup today, but he did like what his mother had done with the purple eye shadow, a lot. Maybe she would do it for him again.

Once Josh got dressed in his shear pantyhose, skirt and blouse, he went to ask his mother about doing his eyes. Jessica was delighted that he had asked for her help and assistance and within about 20 minutes, Josh had a pair of perfectly made up eyes, except this time she shaded his eyebrows with some extremely dark brown eye pencil. When he put on the wig and makeup, he looked at least three or four years older than his 14 years. Jessica knew that he would be immediately attractive to all the boys who seen him, or is that... her?

"Honey, I want you to have my old phone, I've got to get a new one today, ok?" Of course it had the tracking app already installed.

Josh was stunned, "Thank you very much mother, I would love to have your phone. It takes much better pictures than mine."

"Are you ready?"

All Josh could think about was getting found out, but, he was ready. Even if his friends walked right up to him, they would not recognize him.

"Yeah, let's go before I change my mind..."

As they walked to the mall from the parking structure, at least three boys commented on how nice Josh looked. Oh, if they only knew... He was actually thrilled to have the attention. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to keep my eyes on you... What did you say jour name was going to be?"

"Mom, I'm still having trouble with that," said a despondent Joshua.

She stopped walking, "Well let's think here a minute. Do you want it to be it to be some derivative of your name, or something completely different?"

Josh stood there thinking, "I guess something different?"

"Stop it right there... Guessing has nothing to do with this decision, because once you make it you are going to live with it, understand me?" his mother said with her hands on her hips and giving min a stern look.

"Now think!"

The first thing that popped into his head was, Trina. "What about Trina?"

"Well that is different, where did that come from?"

"I don't know, it just jump out at me. Don't you like it?"

"It's a wonderful name, Trina, and you wear it so proudly!" She reached over and gave her son a hug. "Trina, we really do need to do something about your bust!"

"I'm all ears."

"Yeah, those too."

When they got inside the mall, the first place they went was one of the major department stores and straight to the Foundations Department to see about getting Trina a pocket bra and a pair of breast forms. The saleslady said that they would need to go to a store that specialized in lingerie to get something that would look natural. The best this store had to offer were some foam pads that looked kind of like a breast, but kinda fake too. Jessica thanked the woman and they left the mall without any further looking around.

"I know exactly where to go. There's a lingerie shop on Ralston, down off of Main Street that should have everything you need, Trina." Josh would have to accept his name choice and start answering to it.

When they went into the lingerie shop, the owner said welcome and asked if there was anything that she could help with. Jessica pushed Trina towards her and expected her son to take the lead here.

As Trina stumbled to the counter, she asked, "I'm looking for a pocket bra and breast forms... I'm not all that big on top." There, it was out in the open.

The woman gazed at Trina and asked, "How large would you like your son to be, dear?" She looked at Jessica for the answer. Right at that moment, Josh could have died and gone to hell, he was so embarrassed.

"I think something in a 34C would be nice," Answered Jessica.

"I'm Ellen, and you would be..." she looked at Trina with a smile.

"Trina."

"Well, I'll be, that was my grandmothers name. Lucky you, Trina. Let's go over here and see what you might like," Jessica kind of hung back to let her son deal with this situation because she knew that this would only be the first of many situations that she would push him into.

"Trina, how long have you been crossdressing?"

Totally embarrassed, "Just a few weeks, two and a half to be exact."

"Dear, I must say that you look terrific. You would pass for a female, no problem. How old are you, seventeen or eighteen?"

Josh sort of blushed, "No, I'm fifteen."

"I must congratulate you, you do look much older, Trina. Sweetheart, I have lots of crossdressers come into my shop, you are not the first young person I have helped."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's true. I don't think I've had too many have their mother bring them in, though. You're lucky that your mother supports you. I have a lot of boys who come in who have to hide the fact that the crossdress from their parents. Count your luck stars, Trina. Here we go, do you want beige or black?"

"What would you suggest?"

"Do you wear mostly dark or light things?"

"I guess..." He suddenly remembered that he had to make up his mind all by himself, "Mostly, dark. I don't have a very big wardrobe, yet, We went to the mall, but they said that we should come to some place like this first. I hope we go back, I would like to get a few more things. I only have this top and skirt and a couple of dresses."

"I bet you look lovely in a dress! Ok, let's start with black, maybe your mother will spring for the beige, too. Why don't you take this to the change room and I'll get the forms and see how you look once I get them put in. Ok?"

"Thank you, Ellen." Trina headed to the changing stall and took off his top and pushup bra and began putting on the pocket bra. The cups would have flagged if there was a breeze in change room they were so big. A minute later Ellen knocked on the door and then opened it. Trina was somewhat startled when she opened the door and grabbed her blouse and put it up over here breasts.

Ellen looked over the bra Trina was wearing, "Do you like this bra?"

"It's nice, I only have this one and a tee-shirt bra."

"Both underwires?"

"Yes."

"Any problems wearing them, rubbing or any irritation?"

"No, not at all."

"Excellent, then. Ok, let me show you how to put the forms in and that to look out for when you do." A couple of minutes later, Trina had a wonderful looking chest, not too big, not too small, but just right for her frame and build. "Now, that's what a young lady should look like at your age. Oh wait, you are only fourteen, huh?" She laughed and so did

Trina. "Step out and show your mom, the new you."

Jessica was over looking as some panty girdles when Trina came out, "Mom, how do I look?"

"Good golly, you look all grown up and out, you look terrific!" All of a sudden, Trina remembered that she had not put her top back on and jumped back into the booth to do so. Ellen just shook her head and laughed.

"Ok, how about now" said Trina as she reemerged. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly and said, 'Oh shit,' to herself, 'what was I thinking?' The black bra showed thru the cotton blouse slightly. "Mom, do you think I should get a pocket bra, in beige, too?"

Jessica bit her lower lip, "Yeah, I think you should, but I think you should wear this one out, though."

The more Trina thought about the black bra showing thru, the more she liked the idea of it. "Maybe next time, ok?"

Her mother smiled and was glad that her son was now taking charge of his own destiny. "Come and take a look at these panty girdles. I think that you should get a couple of these to hold you in."

Ellen interjected, "Mom, I think Trina needs a gaff instead of a girdle. She will find it more comfortable in the long run. Come, let me show you two." Ellen went and got a gaff for them to look at. "I have these in several different colors, but most crossdressers buy the black to start with. The red and blue ones are the most popular. I wouldn't recommend the white, though. Trina, try one of these on over your pantyhose and see how you like it." She said as she handed her a black gaff.

"Mom..."

"Jessica."

"Yes, Jessica, did you help with Trina's makeup today? It looks splendid!"

"Yes, we just started to experiment with makeup a night or two ago."

"Excellent work, my dear."

Trina came out of the change room about a foot and motioned her mother to come over and have a look. Ellen was right behind her.

"Oh, that really does work, doesn't it?" said Jessica to them both. "I think we will have a couple in black and one in red, ok?" she looked at Trina who shook her head 'yes.'

After about $150, Trina and her mother left the lingerie shop and they both thanked Ellen for her kind assistance. "Ok, ready to go shop till you drop, girl?"

"Absolutely!" When the returned to the mall parking structure, Josh's worst fears were realized as he saw some of buddies skateboarding around.

"Oh shit mom, there's Cal and Gordon..."

"Yeah, and?"

"I can't get out, can you park somewhere else?"

"No, you can do this. They won't recognize you, believe me."

Trina sat there for a second and checked her lipstick in the mirror and decided that she needed a refresh. Once she was satisfied with her looks, she hopped out the door and started walking towards the mall with abandon. She walked within a few feet of Cal and gave him a smile and raised her eyebrows at him. Cal was stunned that such a good looking girl would even give him the time of day. Once Trina and her mother were inside the mall, her mother said, "I told you so... And, I saw that look you gave him. Cute..." She laughed.

The shopping extravaganza went until the stores were all starting to close and in the end, Trina had several new dresses and tops and skirts, rounded out with a pair of short shorts. She had three new pairs of shoes and a bag full of makeup all of her own choosing.

Now that Trina had a top end, she gravitated to dresses that were empire waisted and had scoop necklines. She thought that if she would have had cleavage, she would have really been a knock out and a half!

Just before they left the mall, Jessica suggested that Trina get her ears pierced, of course Trina was all in for that. Her birthday was just a few days ago and she had wanted something special, more than new clothes, and this would fit the bill! Trina had always admired her mother's double pierced ears and thought that she would like to get triples or maybe quads. Interesting part about getting her ears pierced, she actually got five piercing in each ear. Four lobe piercings and a tragus in each ear.

Now she was styling!

On the way home, Jessica took them out to dinner at an Italian restaurant that stayed open late. Trina was surprised at how the waiters fawned over her when they ate. All this attention was getting to her, and she liked it. She found out how the power of beauty and a new dress affected men. For her, now, fifteen years old, she was getting an education that most eighteen year olds do not fully comprehend. Jessica was proud of her son and how grown up he was acting. Now it seemed like the little boy that used to sit with stooped shoulders was now proud and all knowing, and sat with his chest pointed outward and wanted the world to take notice.

Jessica had to think, had she created a monster, or what? In the beginning of making Joshua wear a dress, she thought that it would either make or break him from being a smart-alicky kid, but it had done so much more. He was now taking life seriously and seeming to enjoy it in the process. Life is good, she thought.

Near the end of summer, Trina was complaining about itching breasts, not the small ones she once had, she could now wear nearly B-cup bra all on her own without any padding. She now, rarely wore the pocket bras and breast forms. "Mom, my nipples are itching like crazy."

"Oh, it's probably just the heat, dear. Mine sort of swell up and my nipple itch too. It's nothing to worry about, just wait and see when the how weather dies down, you'll get better." However, the truth was that she had been giving Josh high doses of estrogen among the 'vitamins' she had been giving him.

Trina was not so reassured and remembered their conversation about gynacomastia, and started to do some reading about it on the internet.

The information that she read and pictures convinced her that she indeed had gynacomastia. But, there was a site that sold hormones that caused breast growth in men and told of how their physical attributes would also change. A larger butt, faster and fuller hair growth were, but two, things that caught her eye. The third, and of the most definite changes was mood swings, and Trina was having those as well.

One evening Trina asked her mother, "Mom."

"Yes Trina?"

"Are you giving me hormones?"

"Why would you be asking such a question?"

"I was reading that they fatten up you rear end, make your hair grow faster and fuller, they also make your beard almost stop growing, and they give you mood swings. I know I've had a few of those."

"Hmm... And, if I was giving you hormones, I'm not saying that I am, how do you like the effects, other than the mood swings?"

"I could probably live with them all. I have to say, that living as a girl given me clarity."

My goodness, the words coming out of her son's mouth!!!!! "What kind of clarity?" said his mother with increasing interest.

"Seeing things thru a girls eyes has made me see what a little shit I was to you, and everyone around me. I'm sorry for that mother, please forgive me? I'm now treated with more respect too. The boys and men pay me a lot of attention, not sexually, but it's the way they open doors for me, and everything. I see life as being very good right now, I really do. When you first made me put on my first dress, I was really pissed and wanted to get back at you, but these last few months have given me insight as to how women have all the power in life. I've noticed that when I wear full-face makeup and a dress, I get treated much differently than when I only wear mascara and lipstick. The better I dress, the more attention and respect I seem to get."

"Yes..." His mother was now starting to cry and tears began to stream down her face.

"Thank you mother, and thank you very much for this awakening. I don't ever think that I will ever be able to repay you for your guidance and motherly caring. You are the best in the world!"

"Do you think you can go back to being a young man, Trina?"

"No, never. My die has been cast."

His mother liked his decisive answers, "But, what about school?"

"What about it? I'm strong enough to take the slings and arrows, as many as people have to throw my way. They will not dissuade me from being the person I have grown into now. You have taught me to give it back as hard, or harder, than I receive it."

Let me play devil's advocate hear, if you had your choice to be a biological female tomorrow when you wake up, would you take that choice?"

"Probably not... I like this thing between my legs, it's just so much damn fun to play with! And if all men had breasts, I don't think that there would be as many people getting married. When you have a pair of your own, the need for a woman to touch and feel you would be reduced tremendously. I know I've come to love my 34B's and look forward to them getting up to a C-cup. Oh god, they are just too much fun to play with," Trina placed her hand on her mounds and gave them a gentle squeeze and just smiled at her mother as she pretended to grope herself.

Trina's mother now wondered if her son would fully transition some day, or at all. Was she proud of her handiwork? You bet she was, and if she had it to do all over again, she wouldn't hesitate. One of the things

Jessica did was to start a blog about her sons resistance to crossdressing at first, and then total acceptance of playing and living the roll of a female, and truly liking it. With over 10,000+ followers, she had become quite the internet sensation of a great number of mothers that were either following in her footsteps or considering doing so with their own precocious (read: precious) sons.

Now, what awaits Joshua when he returns to school as Trina? Will he be an outcast by staff and students alike, or will he be accepted by some and not others? Time will tell!