Father and Son Mobilization

A man and his son are deeply grieving the death of his wife. His sister tells him a way to cope with the grief, but it would drastically change the lives of this father and son.
“Your idea is ridiculous!” I yell at my sister Sue. “I would never do that! No normal man would do that!”
Sue shrugs. “It happens all the time. You’d be horrified if you knew how many men do it.”
I scoff. “Unless he’s gay, no normal man wants to dress like a woman.”
“Want to bet?” “
Don’t be ridiculous,” I chuckle, “you’re just asking for it. How could you possibly win? Are you going to find a woman and ask her if she’s a man?”
“Then let’s bet!” Sue challenges me. “If I can’t prove it, if I can’t convince you, then forget I said anything. Write it down.”
“No problem.” It was a stupid bet, I laughed. There’s no normal man in the world who would automatically dress like a woman, I’m sure of it!
“Could you…” Sue mysteriously tries to say something to me.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Well, I mean…” Sue became serious. “Look, I’m helping you find a job right now. And if I win, you and Craig will move to California to live with Amy and me. You can find a job there that’s for women.”
“But, Craig…” I suddenly realized this bet wasn’t just about Sue and me; my sixteen-year-old son was involved too. How could I tell my son that his revered father might be wearing women’s clothes?
Since my wife Mary passed away a year ago, my son and I had been living increasingly worse lives. I never imagined my wife’s death would affect me so much. Depressed, I was quickly fired from work due to repeated mistakes. I was finished; no one cared about me anymore. Craig was the same; his grades plummeted. We seemed unable to take care of ourselves. Sue came just in time. Craig was already considering dropping out of school, and our savings were dwindling. In a few months, I’d have to sell the house, even though it was so vibrant when Mary was alive. I could still feel Craig’s love and respect for me; I knew it. What would happen to us if we lost this bet? Why did I foolishly put myself in such a strange predicament?
Sue smiled and said to me, "David, if I were you, I wouldn't worry about Craig. He's fine."
"Fine! That's practically pushing him to the edge of a cliff." How could Sue be so indifferent to my concerns?
"Craig will be fine, you will be fine, the whole world will be fine. Now, are you still going to bet with me?"
I couldn't say no. I had just agreed to the bet, and Sue wouldn't give me a chance to back out. "Okay, you won't let me back out. You'd better prepare for a while to win me outright. I'm not going to force you to produce evidence right now." I said, a little annoyed.
"A while," Sue laughed, "I'm not going to prepare for that long. I can produce the facts right here."
"Here?" I asked suspiciously, "What's here?"
"It's not 'what,' it's 'who.' That 'who' is your lovely son Craig, should I call her Laurie?"
"What about Craig? Who is Laurie?" I was surprised at what she was saying. How could she use Craig to win the bet?
“Your son is a perfect example. A normal boy likes to wear girls’ clothes!” she said triumphantly. “He behaves like any other boy at school, but he also loves being a girl named Laurie.”
I listened carefully as my sister explained that several years ago, my wife had caught Craig wearing her nightgown and pantyhose. Craig was worried, but Mary calmly had a long talk with him and learned that it wasn’t the first time he’d worn her clothes. Mary told Craig she completely understood his sometimes uncontrollable urge to dress as a girl and promised not to tell anyone. Sue explained that Mary had kept it a secret from me for years, fearing I wouldn’t accept it.
I felt dizzy. "Accept? Of course I can't accept it! I can't accept it now! Craig is a perfectly normal boy. He's on the school's swimming team, he loves playing basketball, and all the girls are smitten with him!"
"Perfectly normal, you say that about yourself, but he did wear girls' clothes." Sue clapped her hands and laughed. "I win!"
"Wait a minute, an immature kid can't prove you've won. I need real proof. A grown man." I was sure I'd win this time. I'd deal with Craig later.
"What about John?" Sue asked calmly.
"John, your ex-boyfriend John?" I was breathless. This couldn't be! John was practically the perfect man. His charm was irresistible to women, his fishing and hunting skills were superb, and his knowledge of sports rivaled that of the most professional sports commentators. I'd known him since Sue brought him to Thanksgiving three years ago. We fished together, hunted together, skied together, and I never doubted that anything was wrong with him.
Sue excitedly told me, “That’s right, brother, he can hunt, he can fish, he can do everything a normal man can do, and he does it all better than anyone else. But the thing is, he wears beautiful women’s clothes, and all the men stare at him with lustful eyes.”
“Prove it to me!” I demanded. “How can you convince me this isn’t just something you made up to fool me!”
Sue opened his briefcase and took out an envelope. Slowly, he pulled out a letter and some photos and handed them to me.
When I saw the photos, my hands began to tremble. They showed John dressed in women’s clothing, completely transformed into a woman. My hunting partner was wearing high-slit pantyhose and a matching bra. My fishing partner was wearing a skirt and stockings. The man I used to be proud to know was wearing a black miniskirt, with wavy blonde hair, heavy makeup, and high heels on his stockings.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Sue interrupted my astonishment, bringing me back to reality.
I picked up the letter to see how John explained all this. In the end, I could only be certain that he was helping me gradually become a woman. I knew Sue was laughing without even looking; she knew she'd beaten me.
"When do I start?" I asked weakly. "And what about Craig?"
"You don't have to go to work, so I think you'd better start right away. You can dress up as a woman at home so no one will see you. When Craig comes back from school, I'll explain everything to him, and I'm sure he'll be shaking with joy."
"Shaking with joy at seeing his father learn how to be a woman?"
"I've thought about that too. But John and I both think it's best to keep Craig here."
"I can't let him stay in Minnesota while I go to California! I'll take him everywhere I go!"
"Listen to me, I said keep Craig here," Sue said, ignoring my glare. I knew she had some new idea. “I said Craig will stay, but Laurie will come along.”
I paused, not remembering who Laurie was. “Laurie, you must be joking!”
“No, I’m serious! Your lovely son will become your lovely daughter! He has beautiful blond hair and lovely blue eyes; he’ll be absolutely adorable!”
I was horrified as Sue described the plan for me and Craig. I hadn’t recovered from Mary’s death; everything I saw, every place I went, and everything I did reminded me of Mary. Sue knew that if she wanted me to recover, she had to take me away from this place of sorrow. She finally decided to take me to California to live with her and her daughter, Amy.
The problem was that job opportunities were scarce in her area, especially for men. Job postings were full of secretarial positions or other jobs traditionally considered women's. Secretarial jobs were now well-paid to attract more capable people, men or women alike. But men considered it a woman's job; women felt it would lower their status, that they could be department managers too. The result was that managers now had to answer phones and manage files themselves, with little time to focus on business, all because there were no secretaries.
Sue knew that if she were a man, she could never be a secretary, because she also considered it a woman's job. Her pride wouldn't allow her to end up as a security guard, watching over an empty warehouse, earning a meager wage with no future.
When she thought of Craig, she remembered him as a transvestite, which reminded her of John, ultimately leading to her current predicament. Nobody in California knew her, and nobody knew Sue had a brother instead of a sister; with John's help, she could become his sister. She knew that even if she initially objected, the days would only make her more desperate, and she couldn't hold out for long, so she just needed to wait for the right moment to bring up her idea.
Her timing couldn't have been better. I was desperately trying to pull myself out of my depression, and it was exhausting me. Everything was planned; all I could do was agree, and my problem would be solved. I should be happy; I'd have a high-paying job and could live with my two loved ones—my sister and niece. If Sue told Craig about it, he'd be thrilled.
I sighed deeply. "You'll have a little sister if Craig wants."
For the rest of the afternoon, Sue and I discussed what was going to happen, waiting for Craig to come home from school. Craig was delighted to see Sue.
"Let's get serious, Craig," I said, gesturing for him to sit down. "How about we go to the beach with Amy this summer?"
"Great, Dad!" Craig exclaimed excitedly. "Summer is for the beach!"
"And bikinis," Sue added. That's how she always surprised people, but this time I hoped she wouldn't. I wanted to explain to Craig slowly.
“What?” Craig turned to Sue, confused. “What did you just say, Auntie?”
“She wanted to know what you’d think if you wore a bikini to the beach,” I said painfully.
“A bikini?” Craig jumped to his feet, clearly trying to hide his excitement. “Are you kidding me?”
“A year ago, your mother and I had some very interesting conversations, Craig,” Sue said with a smile. “Oh, should I call you Laurie? Should I check the women’s underwear hidden in the drawer?”
“I’m so sorry, Dad, I… I don’t know why I did it, I promise I’ll never do it again!” Craig burst into tears.
“Calm down, Craig,” I sat down beside him and hugged him. “Listen carefully, don’t interrupt me, I have a lot to tell you.” I told him everything I had told Sue. Craig looked at me, confused. I could have scolded him, but I couldn’t.
“You’re serious, right, Dad? We really are moving to Aunt Su’s house. You’ll be my mom, and I’ll be your daughter.”
I nodded in agreement, and Craig pounced on me, hugging me tightly. “Dad, that’s wonderful! But I don’t know how to be a girl yet. I’ve only ever worn some women’s clothes.” Su assured him that by summer , he would be a perfect girl and wouldn’t have to worry about wearing
bikinis. His dimples told me he couldn’t wait to get
started . Use props to report urlkvn middle school students (1000/4000) gossip rank: 3 rank: 3 rank: 3 Posts 676 Points 2195 Points Diving Value 36161 Rice Visit a door Add friends Say hello Send message First post posted on 2007-2-13 09:43 pm Only show this author If there are any problems or abnormal situations when browsing Ellie's, please use Internet Explorer (IE). The next day, Sue took us to buy some clothes for us to wear. Sue pretended to be a wife taking her bored husband and son shopping, and took us to many stores, buying a lot of women's clothes, until my trunk was full of clothes boxes. She bought all kinds of women's clothing, and Sue insisted that we must only wear these, know how to adapt to them, and feel comfortable in women's clothes. Maybe then we can try on some other clothes. That night when I went to bed, I wore a red nylon bathrobe and matching women's underwear. Craig liked to wear skirts at home, so he wore a light blue women's nightgown, so short it only reached his thighs. You could vaguely see the women's underwear he was wearing underneath. Craig fell asleep quickly, and seeing the satisfied expression on his face, I was a little confused. What drove me to do something so crazy? The next morning at breakfast, Sue wore a more conservative pink nightgown. Compared to her, Craig and I looked like two heavily made-up prostitutes. Craig, however, didn't seem to care at all and happily listened to Sue compliment his nightgown. After breakfast, Craig went to school, leaving happily because he was wearing women's underwear and stockings under his jeans. Sue had plenty of time to pick out suitable clothes for me. I took a shower and shaved the hair on my legs and armpits. After showering, I saw a pair of lace-trimmed nylon underwear, a bra, a slip, and garter stockings on the table. As I put on the stockings, I remembered the times I used to watch Mary wear these things, and how I always felt aroused then. How foolish that seemed now. I numbly finished dressing, and Sue helped me fasten the corset. “Okay, do you feel sexy? Imagine how sexy you would be dressed so beautifully, and then in heels!” “I don’t feel sexy at all. I still think it was a stupid idea, and I feel nothing else.” “Don’t doubt your beauty, little sister. Soon you’ll find yourself craving sexy lingerie. The feeling of wearing sexy lingerie is indescribable. Only you know what you’re wearing underneath, and it will make you feel so feminine!” “I hope I never feel that way again. Can we finish now?” I pleaded, trying to grab some clothes to put on, even a woman’s dress; I didn’t want to see myself in such feminine lingerie. “Wait a minute, little sister,” Sue said with a smile, “a good girl should wait a little longer.” Sue took out some jelly-like gel and used it to make a pair of realistic breasts on my freshly shaved chest. “Hold them tight for half a minute,” Sue said, putting a bra on me. Thirty seconds later, my breasts were firmly pressed against my chest, and the bra was fastened in front. Finally, Sue helped me put on a black and white striped sweater, the cut of which perfectly suited my new breasts, making my body look very attractive. “How do you feel? Still worried about people recognizing you as a man?” “Oh my god, I never imagined there was a man under this shirt!” I stared wide-eyed at my reflection in the mirror in astonishment. Except for the short hair, even my face looked like a woman! “Are you sure I’ll wear these fake breasts if I refuse?”

“Don’t forget our bet,” Sue said calmly. “I’m very confident in my abilities; you can’t refuse. Sit down, I’ll do your makeup.”
I have to admit, as I watched myself being transformed, I started to find it a little amusing. Even when I was young, I was amazed at how much a girl could change with just a little makeup, and now that transformation was happening to me!
Sue seemed quite adept at making me look like a beautiful woman. She applied powder to my face, first outlining my lips with a lip pencil, then filling them in with a dark red lipstick. Then she applied blush and eyeshadow.
I sat there, stunned by my reflection in the mirror. Sue left for a moment, then quickly returned with a shoulder-length, reddish-brown wig. Humming a little tune, she put the wig on my head and styled it into wavy curls.
The whole transformation was astonishing; if I didn’t know it was myself in the mirror, I simply couldn’t believe it was actually a man! The woman in the mirror stared at me, her full lips seeming to await a kiss, her brown eyelids and long, curved eyelashes revealing an innocent gaze, her fingers playing with her soft, fluffy hair. She looked gentle, innocent, and lovable—yes, that was me!
"How do you feel now, little sister?" Su was always one to ask how others felt, and this time was no exception. Undoubtedly, she had done a wonderful job dressing me up like a woman, but I couldn't thank her for it.
“I don’t think you should do this to me, Sue. Everything is wrong. I’m a man, a father to my son, and you can’t change that!”
“Want to bet!” Sue snapped. “In less than a week, you’ll think of yourself as a woman, a mother of a teenage daughter. You’ll compare yourself to pretty women, see whose hips are fuller, imagine yourself in their clothes, and wonder if you’ll look better, or have the same hairstyle.”
“Impossible, Sue. I’ll only think of myself as a man dressed as a woman.”
“We’ll see,” a devilish glint flashed in her eyes. “By the way, we can’t call you Stephen
anymore. From now on, your name is Jacqueline. Okay, put on your shoes and start practicing.” Sue now had a sister named Jackie and a niece named Laurie. Her sister and niece needed a lot of help in developing into women, and she was happy to help them.
I complied, because a strange feeling was stimulating me. I was about to leave this place for sunny California, get a new job, and start a new life as a woman. This wasn't the life and work I'd expected, but I found it somewhat interesting, the only thing I found interesting since Mary's death.
I put on a pair of mid-heeled shoes Sue had bought me and had her spray some of her favorite perfume on me. She said the scent would constantly remind me that I was now a woman. No matter what I did—cooking, watching TV, resting, or reading the newspaper—I would smell the perfume, which would immediately remind me that I was a woman.
Sue helped me wash the dishes, but her help came at a price; she kept calling me Jackie and constantly praising how beautiful I looked. As soon as I finished washing the dishes, she started teaching me how to walk, sit, and stand like a woman. Sue had me stretch out my arms and walk back and forth in the living room dozens of times.
I really wanted to collapse onto the sofa and throw off those high heels that were making my feet ache terribly. But Sue insisted that I continue walking around like a lady. I walked about twenty more times, and Sue told me I could rest. I sat down wearily, took off my shoes, and massaged my numb and aching feet.
“A lady never sits like that!” Sue practically roared. “Look at you! Your skirt is up to your waist, your underwear is showing, and if you don’t watch, your stockings will fall down too! Get up, let me teach you how to sit, like a lady, not a rude bus driver!”
I didn’t even have the strength to stand up, but somehow I managed to stand up dozens of times, smoothing my skirt; sit down, smoothing my skirt, covering my private parts, crossing my legs like a woman. Finally, I was allowed to sit gracefully, take off my shoes, and gently rub my feet. I had
only rested for a short while when Sue woke me up again to train me to walk, sit, and lie down until it was time for lunch. Sue touched up my makeup and let me rest for a while.
“Come here, Jackie, it’s time for lunch. Let’s go buy something to eat.”
I felt a wave of panic. “I can’t go out in these clothes; someone will see.”
“We’ll drive. You don’t need to get out. I’m just letting you experience what it’s like to go out like this. Soon you’ll have to go out on your own.”
As usual, the conversation ended before I could even choose. My heart was pounding, but I had to go to the garage with Sue. Luckily, Mary liked quiet, so there was a large grove of trees between us and the nearest neighbor, and I wouldn't be immediately spotted. Sue drove away from the house, and all I could do was sit and try to calm my racing heart.
When we stopped at the traffic light, I didn't dare look out the window; I felt like everyone was smiling at me. Oh, every man, every man, from eighty to teenager, glanced at us as we passed. I did that all the time, so I knew what they were thinking. They'd quickly look at our faces, then stare at our chests, and if we got closer, they'd look at our skirts, our thighs. They'd stare at our chests until we drove away. They
'd fantasize about whether we were wearing sexy lingerie, maybe a lace bra, a thong, or stockings and garter belts. I knew what they were thinking; I did the same thing before Mary died. After Mary died, I stopped paying attention to what women wore, and I didn't think about women at all. Now the problem was that these men were starting to fantasize about what I was wearing! They were fantasizing about me wearing a lace bra, thong, and stockings! Lost in these fantasies, Sue suddenly pulled my skirt up a little, exposing my thighs.
"What are you doing?" I cried out in alarm, trying to pull my skirt down, but Sue grabbed my hand.
"If you have them, why don't you show them off!" Sue laughed, holding my hand. "Either let go and enjoy the stares, or you can walk the rest of the way."
I knew she wasn't joking; when we were little, she always punished me like this if I annoyed her in public. I silently nodded in agreement and stopped trying to pull my skirt down. Sue, as promised, went to buy fast food and stopped teasing me.
"Don't eat too much, Jackie. You need to maintain your figure. You're as slim as me now, enough to wear lots of great clothes. If I were you, I would definitely stay in shape."
She wanted to hear me say something like, "Thank you for your advice, sister. I'll control my diet and start working out." As always, I silenced her with a smile. But soon I realized we had stopped at the supermarket entrance.
“It’s such a waste of your beauty if you just stay at home. How about going for a walk?” Su said with a wicked smile. I suddenly realized that Su hated being ignored. My refusal to thank her for her compliment on my figure had angered her, and now she was retaliating.
“No, Su, I can’t go down,” I pleaded, hoping for her sympathy. But her eyes remained icy. “I’m glad you think I have a great figure. I really appreciate it!”
“Too late, Jackie,” she said coldly, “but I’ll allow you to remain silent. That’s my bottom line!”
“I…”
“Either you come in with me, or your wig. You choose.” Su had already opened the car door.
“I choose…” I could barely speak as I slowly opened the car door.
I trembled like a leaf in the wind as I followed Sue into the mall. The sound of my heels hitting the floor would announce my arrival; I was sure everyone would notice the loud noise and the woman making it. Then everyone would laugh and shout, "Look at that guy dressed as a woman!"
We walked past several people; some smiled at us, but most didn't even glance at us. Only one man approached, but his expression convinced me he wouldn't expose me. No, he didn't seem to recognize me as a man at all.
Sue saw the man staring at me. "Smile at him!" she whispered, "Thank him for the compliment."
I couldn't ignore Sue's words twice in such a short time; if I did, heaven knows what she would do to me. I looked back at the man and smiled at him like a woman. He smiled, nodded, and walked away. I can't even describe the feeling.
“It doesn’t look too bad,” Sue joked. “He was actually complimenting your beauty; you should smile back.”
“You know, I’m terrified!”
“I know, but you’ve learned an important lesson. You can act like a woman now, and you’ve learned how to respond to men.”
“I didn’t want to learn these things! You’ve gone too far!”
“What about all your clothes? What about all your lingerie? What about…”
“You know what I mean!”
“If you were wearing sexy pajamas and sleeping with a man, that would be going too far. But by then…”
I was stunned. By the time I came to my senses, we were already inside the mall. I shut my mouth, afraid someone would hear me. Sue’s skill in carrying out her plans was frightening; she chose a moment when I couldn’t speak to say those despicable things. I was almost going crazy when I followed her into the mall, wanting to get my revenge, but also afraid of being mocked even more severely.
I quietly followed Sue into the mall, trying not to look at the stares directed at me. Sue kept talking about her happy times, calmly picking out items; it was clear she was mocking me, making me uneasy. I almost wanted to rush back to the car, pull my skirt down to cover my knees, and of course, thank Sue for complimenting my figure!
Closing the car door behind me, I let out a long sigh, which made my sister burst out laughing: "That guy thought you were beautiful!" she gasped. "How did it feel to arouse a man's lust? Jackie, not bad, right?"
"It's weird, it's horrible! I don't want men looking at me like that!"
"Jackie," Sue suddenly said seriously, "when I finished dressing you up, I was genuinely surprised by how beautiful you were. I don't know what you think, but seeing such a beautiful woman, I couldn't wait to get you out of that house. You should see yourself the way others see you; you're an incredibly attractive woman with a stunning figure. You need to adapt to how men look at you, believe me, you'll be the center of attention. If you let loose and let me dress you up again, I guarantee you'll find it enjoyable."
"What else do you want to do? You said I'm already incredibly attractive." I didn't know what she was up to. She said she wanted to turn me into a woman, but she never said how. Maybe she was about to start now. Going to the mall was definitely part of her plan, but Sue insisted on waiting for Craig to return before explaining everything.
Back home, I sat down as gracefully as possible, taking off my high heels. "Oh my god, it feels so good to take these off! Why do women wear these things?"
"We're used to it. We wear them because they make us look prettier and sexier, and men like it when we wear them. Once you get used to it, you'll like them; they make your thighs look sexy."
I stood up to eat, hearing Sue predicting that I would soon buy my own shoes to match my clothes, and probably with much higher heels than the ones I wore today. How could I argue with her that the plan was hers? I could only let things take their course and wait to be a man again. But whether Craig would follow me was a question I couldn't answer right now.
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Craig has not returned yet, but Sue insists that I change into an outfit she has prepared. On my bed is a low-cut dress and matching underwear. I will definitely look very noble in it! I stared blankly at the black half-cup lace bra and narrow panties. Sue unzipped the dress on my body. I slowly took off the dress and petticoat, and took off the stockings and put them aside. I wanted to ask Sue to leave the room, but I found that I needed her to help me get dressed. Sue kept saying how beautiful I was and how good my figure was, while helping me get dressed. I was wearing a bra and panties, and I had to keep thanking her for every compliment.
I took off my panties, put on the lace thong, and carefully fastened my stockings, feeling as light as air. But I just couldn't get the bra on properly, so Sue demonstrated again how to put it on myself, making sure I remembered. But I really didn't want anyone watching me while I was wearing these things.
I put on my slip and adjusted it to fit the dress I was going to wear. Sue was surprised; I'd actually learned this from watching Mary dress. I decided not to mention it, to avoid Sue's continued praise.
I finished putting on my bra, took a deep breath, and was about to put on the low-cut dress when Sue stopped me: "Wait, Jackie, you need something else to wear that dress."
With that, Sue ran back to her room, returning with a black object I didn't recognize.
"Here, you have to wear this to wear this dress!"
"Do women have to wear this?" I hoped she would take it away.
“Of course a woman should wear this,” Sue held the thing up to my face. “My sister Jackie should too. Put this around your waist, I’ll tighten it for you.”
It looked like a belt, with rows of buckles at both ends. I wrapped it around my waist. Taking a deep breath, Sue pulled the two ends together tightly and fastened it.
“What…what is this!” I gasped for breath, in pain. “It’s too tight, I can’t breathe!”
“Don’t act like a child. This is a corset. It will make your waist thinner so you can fit the dress better. Be quiet, you’ll get used to it soon.”
“I’ll die soon!” Sue had already dressed me and zipped it up.
At Sue’s insistence, I had to put on a pair of black high heels with three inches high and walk to the mirror for Sue to do my makeup. Sue skillfully wiped away the makeup she had put on earlier and quickly did my makeup again. She said it was evening makeup.
This time, the woman in the mirror wasn’t just beautiful, she was an absolutely stunning and sexy woman! When I saw this woman, the kind of woman every man desires, I felt awkward, but a familiar feeling slowly rose in my groin. How could I possibly want to sleep with this woman? Isn't she me?
“She’s incredibly hot, isn’t she?” Su must have guessed what I was thinking. “And that’s just her face; her figure must be amazing. Want to see?”
The corset clung tightly to my waist, and I couldn’t speak, only nodding shyly. Su led me to a large full-length mirror. In the mirror, I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen staring at me! She possessed everything men desired in a woman: beautiful red hair, fitted clothes that accentuated her voluptuous figure, a deep cleavage that made every man steal a glance, and long, shapely legs encased in black nylon stockings and sexy high heels!
“This is you, Jackie. The beautiful, sexy woman in the mirror is my little sister Jacqueline. She’s dazzlingly beautiful, don’t you think?”
“Dazzlingly beautiful,” I whispered, “but I…”
“Yes, it’s you, Jackie. You’ve been like this since you moved in. Men lose themselves just because they want the smile that comes from your beautiful lips. You’re a woman now, Jackie, a beautiful, sexy woman that everyone wants.”
Sue was right; I looked even better than she described. This was a heavy blow to my masculinity, and I’d need a long time to adjust.
By the time Craig got home, I had just found my balance in my heels. He saw me, just smiled and said hi, then said to Sue, “Auntie, where’s my dad?”
Sue pretended nothing was wrong: “Your dad’s gone, Craig,” she said deliberately calmly, pointing at me, “I’m glad you can meet my sister Jacqueline. You should call her Mom.”
“Mom?” Craig looked confused. Suddenly he realized what I meant and turned to me, saying, "Dad."
"It's Mom!" Sue corrected him. "This lovely lady is your mother."
"Mom...Mom," Craig looked me up and down. "Is it really you?"
"Yes, it's me, Craig," I said with a smile. "Stop staring at my chest."
Craig blushed and looked at me. "You're beautiful, Dad. I'm amazed at how good you look!"
This time I didn't let Sue interrupt. "Thank you, Craig. You're beautiful too, but remember to call me Mom, okay?"
"Oh, okay, Mom. I still have to say you're absolutely gorgeous!"
"Thank you. Now it's time to make you my daughter, Laurie. Are you ready?"
"I can't wait!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I want to look like you."
"Trust me, Laurie," Sue said with a smile. "You'll be as beautiful as your mother. Your days as a boy are over!"
These words, which sounded terrifying to me, seemed to delight Craig. Nothing could make her happier than turning him into a young girl! When Sue told him she had prepared an outfit for him, he didn't refuse at all. Instead, he rushed into his room to see what he was going to wear. I imagine he must have been overjoyed when he saw the clothes Sue had chosen for him.
On his bed lay a complete set of lingerie, very beautiful and exactly what a girl his age needed: a white satin panty with lace trim; a white bra adorned with pink roses. I have to admit Sue had excellent taste; the lingerie made Craig look pretty and feminine, but not sexy at all. After all, he was still a boy going through puberty. What attracted him even more was a pink dress hanging in his closet.
Any girl would be captivated by this dress, and it worked on Craig as well. The pink lace dress had a neckline that was neither too low nor too low, enough to entice boys to look, but they couldn't see anything.
Craig hugged Sue's arm. "Auntie, this is wonderful! You have no idea what this means to me!"
"I'm so glad I could help you, Laurie. I just want to see you and your mother smile again."
"I don't know what Dad... oh no, Mom thinks, but I've never been so happy!" Tears welled up in Craig's eyes as he spoke.
"I'd be so happy if I could just breathe properly and take off these heels. Anyway, Laurie, you should change your clothes. We're waiting for you to eat."
Actually, I didn't want to eat at all. A strange feeling compelled me to see my son grow into a beautiful girl as soon as possible.
“Could you two leave for a moment?” Craig asked tentatively. “I mean, I need to change.”
“Why leave?” Sue shrugged. “There are only girls here. If you can’t get used to changing in front of us, what will you do in front of Amy in the summer?”
“Does Amy know?” Craig started taking off his shirt. “What does she think about this?”
“She cares about you two,” Sue said, watching Craig take off his shirt and pants. “She hopes this will help you, and she’s happy to have a cousin to talk to about girls’ secrets.”
Because we were sitting in front of him, Craig hesitated for a moment when taking off his underwear, but seeing that we weren’t leaving, he did, revealing white women’s underwear underneath. He paused again, Sue coughed heavily, and Craig immediately obediently put on the new pink underwear. He sat on the bed, skillfully putting on pantyhose to cover his buttocks. When he reached for his bra, Sue stopped him. Seeing Sue’s wicked smile, I knew something was about to happen. Sure enough, Sue pulled out a pair of silicone breasts and glue.
“Let me do it.” I took the breasts and glue from Sue. Only after I had glued the breasts to Craig’s chest did he realize Sue wasn’t playing a game! I chuckled inwardly, applying plenty of glue to his chest to secure the breasts firmly.
“Now let me teach you how to wear this.”
Craig picked up the bra, and I excitedly showed him how to fasten it from the front and how to insert his breasts—all things Sue had taught me. I was sure he felt as foolish and ashamed as I did, but he seemed genuinely happy.
“Thank you, Mom! I never thought I could dress up with you at home, this is fantastic!”
I had always thought Sue was wrong about Craig, that he was just playing around. But now it seemed he hadn’t been this happy since his mother died. I guess I was wrong.
I watched Craig adjust the bra and start putting on the skirt. As he pulled the skirt over his head, I could even hear him humming. He got the skirt on, but couldn’t reach the zipper.
“Let me help you, Laurie.” I zipped up his jacket. “You’re such a beautiful girl!” I tried my best to keep my voice steady, but tears streamed down my face. “I’m so proud to have such a lovely daughter!”
“I think you’re both beautiful. But let me finish Craig’s makeup first, then you two can have your time together, okay?”
Craig put on his flats and followed Sue into my room. Sue took a whole set of cosmetics out of her purse. She first applied foundation to Craig’s face. Then she curled his eyelashes slightly and applied pink mascara and eyeshadow. Craig sat in the chair I had sat in while I was getting my makeup done, and he looked like an angel, much more beautiful than before. I was so scared when I sat there then, but I was even more scared now.
Craig's makeup was done, and he even clipped a hair clip into his long hair. I have to admit his beautiful blond hair made him look absolutely gorgeous, and I think I'll let him keep that hairstyle. Now there's no trace of Craig left; he's completely transformed into a lovely young girl named Laurie, my beautiful daughter Laurie! Just like us, Craig was trembling with excitement. Sue worked very hard on my and Craig's makeup today, and I know she'll keep doing it until I'm dressed as a woman all day. Seeing how beautiful Craig looks in women's clothes, I'm starting to think the idea isn't so crazy after all. All I can do now is survive. When I'm a man again, I'll laugh it off.
At dinner, Craig and I listened attentively as Sue explained her plan: she was going to turn me into a secretary and Craig into a beautiful girl who could attract everyone's attention on the beach. Sue would stay here for two weeks until I was looking forward to dressing as a woman all the time. Occasionally, Sue and I would go out for a stroll, but if I did as she said, she promised not to embarrass me again. I had to wear women's clothing and actively learn how to dress and do my makeup. My hair was a bit long, but Sue wouldn't allow me to cut it.
Craig would transform into Laurie as soon as he got home, even on weekends. He looked forward to wearing women's clothing and learning how to do his makeup and hair. Sue said she would take Craig out so he could get used to appearing in public dressed as a woman. The three of us would go to the movies or have dinner together, which was also part of the transformation process.
Sue also mentioned that she had ordered some things for Craig and me to do, and she hoped we would take them diligently. We might experience some changes, but Sue assured us they were reversible.
Sue would have to go back to work in two weeks. Two weeks before we moved, John would take time off to help us establish our womanhood. When we moved to California, we would be women, and Sue promised we would be smart, beautiful, and desirable women. Sue laughed as she spoke, saying she wouldn't be surprised at all if we decided to remain women forever.
“What will change?” I had to interrupt Sue, who was already lost in her fantasy of having a sister and niece forever.
“Nothing much, it’s reversible if you need it.”
“More details, Sue, what changes? It’ll be too late if we want to go back. Tell me everything you know.”
“Okay, remember it’s reversible…”
“I know, reversible if I need it. But I don’t know what they are!”
“Physical,” she said timidly, “you two will go through puberty again, and after this time you’ll have female characteristics. Full buttocks and breasts, just like normal women.”
“And what else!” I started yelling hysterically, probably the first time I’d ever yelled at Sue.
“You’ll use a special potion that changes your voice. Hormones will also change how you feel.”
“Hormones?” I was stunned. I might need them, but I’d never thought about it. What could be more womanly than turning us into women
? "It's safe, it's reversible, and it'll work quickly. From now on, in a few weeks, you'll notice your breasts starting to develop, and soon you can throw away those silicone breasts and have your own in your bra. Fat will start accumulating in your hips, and your skin will become softer, rounder, and more like a woman."
"Will I really have my own breasts?" Craig screamed. "Will I really be able to wear a bikini like Amy?"
"I estimate you'll be a B cup. I can't find a reason for you not to wear a bikini unless you don't want to."
"Did you hear that, Dad? Um, Mom, I can wear a bikini!"
"Make the boys crazier." I wanted to see Craig's reaction. Becoming a magnet for men didn't seem to bother him at all; he even had a slight smile on his face. My son, in a bikini, surrounded by a group of boys, was happy!
"You'll probably be a C cup," Sue told me. "You're older than him, which makes a difference."
Sue didn't say anything more, but she had already told us how we would change. We will become more emotional, like most women; we will also take special courses to make us feel like women. Craig's thoughts and behaviors will be like those of a girl his age; I will also act like a woman my age, indulging my maternal instincts.
I will have more training, and listen to tapes at night. The information on the tapes will change my thinking, making me more and more like a woman. Because of my passive mindset, the tapes will work immediately, eliminating my resistance and making me proactive. In a few days, I will find myself enjoying wearing women's clothes and makeup. Then my movements will become feminine, and what will chill me to the bone is that I will feel like I am Craig's mother!
Craig will not have much training; he will maintain his masculine behavior until the end of the term. He will also begin to see himself as a girl and my daughter, and will learn some feminine behaviors. At the end of the term, he will listen to some special tapes containing keywords that can quickly shift his thinking from boy to girl. We will continue like this until we want to change back. It is still possible for us to become men again.
After dinner, we cleared away the dishes and went to another room to wait for Sue to begin our evening training, which she had mentioned. She brought out three glasses and a bottle of liquor, all bought during her afternoon shopping trip. She filled the three glasses with liquor, and Sue gave Craig and me each a small bottle labeled "Enhancing Female Characteristics." Mine was level three, and Craig's was level two. The instructions on the bottles stated that two pills a day could enhance female physiological characteristics; once development reached a certain level, one pill a day was recommended.
Sue, like a bartender, picked up a glass of liquor and handed it to me, then another to Craig.
"Two things," she said with a smile, picking up the bottle, "one is to let you savor your new life, and the other is to help you take your medication."
Craig and I looked at the pills in our hands, popped them into our mouths, took a sip of liquor, and swallowed.
"It's not difficult, is it, ladies?" Sue said with a smile, "You've already embarked on the path to becoming women!"
Aside from that, Sue didn't do anything else all evening, except correct our incorrect walking or sitting postures. I suddenly found observing Craig fascinating. He was diligently learning how to be a girl, and he was only now realizing how difficult it was.
Craig was doing quite well; I think he wanted to be a girl even more than I did. Soon, he started walking with a graceful sway of his hips, tossing his hair back in a very feminine way. Wearing his mother's high heels, with a little practice, he adapted easily to them, and his posture was flawless. I wondered how he would react when Sue made him do the same in public. Walking around the house dressed as a woman, pretending to be comfortable, was one thing; being exposed to a crowd, having many eyes on you, was quite another. I knew Sue would do that once he was ready.
In the end, Sue actually congratulated me, saying I did a great job, and I was actually happy. It was strange; I had always felt terrible, but Sue's praise seemed to give me a goal. I decided to do my best to make Sue proud of me; I wanted to be her good sister and Craig's good mother!
Before bed, Craig and I both took showers and changed into our new nightgowns; this time, I didn't hesitate at all. Sue had already shown me a way out of depression, and the nightgown was part of it, along with the underpants, of course. I put them on, put the cassette tape in the answering machine, and fell asleep listening to pleasant music. Tomorrow will be a new day; what will it bring me?

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