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                             Daddy's Girlby Karen Elizabeth L.           =
 It's amazing how one little thing can effect so many other things. Take =
for example the time I went to a carnival with a couple of the guys from =
school. We figured we'd spend an evening going on rides , eating some =
pizza, and talking to some girls. All in all a pretty good way for a =
sixteen year old guy to spend a Friday night right?Well the rides were =
boring, the pizza was terrible, and there weren't any really pretty =
girls to hit on! My friends wanted to stick around but I was bored so I =
decided to go home and watch a movie. That was the one little thing I =
mentioned. The effect it had was to make me into "Daddy's Girl"!Sounds =
kind of strange doesn't it? Well believe me when it first happened I =
thought it was strange too but that was some time ago now and I guess =
I'm getting used to it. No, that's not exactly right, I got used to it =
pretty quickly and now I really like it!By now you're probably wondering =
what I'm talking about so let me explain.That Friday evening when I got =
home mom and dad were both out. They usually went out to see some =
friends of theirs once or twice a month and that night they were going =
to go to a square dance. Mom looked so pretty in a blue checkered dress =
with a blue ribbon in her hair and dad looked sharp in his blue =
checkered shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots.Dad asked what my plans were =
and I told him about the carnival. He and mom told me to have a good =
time but to make sure I was home by eleven o'clock then left for the =
dance. It was about nine thirty when I got home and started to watch a =
movie. I turned all of the lights off, got a snack and settled down to =
watch a horror movie. Just after ten I heard the door to the garage open =
and my parents talking as they went to their room. I thought that they =
might have had a better time than I did that night so I went over to =
their room to see how they enjoyed the dance. The bedroom door was open =
so I just walked in and got a surprise. Dad was standing there in a pink =
square dance dress, stockings, and high heels!Talk about a shock! I just =
stood there with my mouth open looking at dad's earring's, necklace, and =
red lips! I could see that dad wanted to run and hide but it was too =
late, I had seen him wearing women's clothes and makeup."What's going =
on?"  I asked puzzled. "Why are you dressed that way dad?"Mom put her =
arm around me and pulled me close to her."We had hoped to keep this a =
secret but I guess the cat's out of the bag now."  She said calmly. "Why =
don't you go sit in the living room and we'll be out in a minute to =
explain everything to you."I nodded my head too shook up to really say =
anything, turned and went back to the living room. Mom came out first =
followed by dad who had put his wig back on. Mom sat down next to me and =
handed me a photo album. Dad smoothed out his dress and sat next to her. =
I started to open the album but mom stopped me."Before you open that let =
me explain something to you. What you see in that book has been a secret =
for as long as your dad and I have known each other. Your dad would be =
ruined if anyone ever found out about it."My curiosity was driving me =
crazy. What was in this book that could be so secret and so =
special?"Look over the pictures Bill,"  Dad said. "We'll be happy to =
answer any questions you have but remember no one can ever be told about =
this book!""I promise not to say anything dad." I said in a soft voice. =
"But why are you wearing a dress?""I suppose the best answer I can give =
you is to say that I like the way I feel when I 'm dressed like this."  =
Dad said with a smile. I wanted to ask more questions but I just had  to =
see what was in the book on my lap. Opening it up I saw pictures of an =
attractive, familiar looking woman posing in different outfits. There =
were pictures of the woman wearing a wedding dress, a bathing suit, =
nightgowns, skirts, tops, just about every outfit a woman might ever =
wear. It wasn't until I got to the last page where the woman was wearing =
the same dress dad had on that I realized I had been looking at pictures =
of him!"These are all pictures of you?"  I asked, totally =
confused."Every last one of them!" Dad said proudly. "What do you =
think?"I didn't know what to think. I never thought of my dad as a sissy =
or anything like that. He wasn't a bodybuilder or anything like that but =
we went to many a hockey and baseball game together and he taught me how =
to play baseball when I was little. "Are you going to get a sex change =
and leave us?"  I asked hesitantly.Dad leaned over and hugged me close =
which made me feel a little uncomfortable."No Bill, I'll never get a sex =
change and leave you and mom. I'm happy as a guy but I'm also happy to =
be a woman once in a while. It's a lot of fun and it helps me to =
relax".I had a million and one questions to ask dad and he sat there =
patiently and answered each and every one just  as he had promised to =
do. He told me that he started dressing up when he was just thirteen and =
had been dressed by his mom for a Halloween party. He thought that his =
sister's clothes felt so nice that he would sneak into her room and put =
them on any chance he had after that. He had gotten caught by his sister =
but instead of being punished his mom let him wear some of his sister's =
old clothes. His dad died several years later and from then on his mom =
and sister began to teach him all about being a girl. He learned how to =
cook and sew, how to wear makeup, even how to walk and talk like a girl. =
His mother treated him like a girl whenever he dressed up and he would =
help with the housework.Most of the time he was just like any other boy =
playing baseball and dating girls but every once in a while he would =
become Sandra Lynn and go shopping with his mom and sister. Dad said =
that he had a wonderful time pretending to be a girl and trying on all =
kinds of pretty clothes which his mom would sometimes buy for him. By =
the time he was sixteen he had as many dresses and pretty outfits as his =
sister. When dad met and fell in love with mom he was afraid to tell her =
about Sandra, he loved her and didn't want to lose her. When he did =
finally get up the nerve to tell her she laughed and asked to meet =
Sandra. An introduction was arranged with both girls going out to a =
movie and having a great time. Dad later proposed, mom accepted and the =
rest is history.Mom and Sandy, as dad likes to be called, did a lot of =
things together such as shopping, going to movies and dinner, and even =
going to dances! Mom laughed as she talked about the times they went to =
dances and how guys used to line up to dance and Sandy! Sometimes guys =
would ask them to go to a movie or something and they occasionally =
accepted and loved it!"Have you ever been kissed by another guy dad?"  I =
asked."Yes I have Bill,"  Dad said slowly. "I've been kissed and have =
kissed other guys before but it's not what you think. You see when I'm =
playing the part of a woman I have to do what a woman would do. =
Sometimes that means being kissed or even kissing a guy goodnight. It =
doesn't mean I'm gay or anything like that though, it's just part of =
being Sandy, that's all." Dad could see that I was confused and he tries =
his best to make me understand that he was still my dad  but there were =
times when he'd also be my Aunt Sandy. He told me that he hoped I'd =
understand and if I ever had any questions to feel free to ask him.There =
was a question I was just dying to ask but I wasn't sure I wanted to =
hear the answer to."There is one thing I'm sort of wondering about Dad." =
 I said slowly. "What are you wearing under that dress?""As you can =
see,"   Dad said lifting his dress a little ."I have on these special =
petticoats to fluff out my skirt, a pair of ruffled panties that are =
worn over my stockings as part of the outfit , a bra, and of course a =
pair of regular panties underneath it all.""You're really wearing =
women's underwear?"  I asked in amazement. Somehow I just never figured =
that he'd be wearing panties too!"Well of course!"  Dad replied. "I'd =
feel silly without them!"Mom patted me on the leg and smiled. "It's not =
that bad honey, actually there are lots of men who do this!"Mom went on =
to explain how she and dad had joined up with a local group of men who =
enjoyed dressing like women. The men would get together at a nearby =
motel, get dolled up and talk about their families and any problems they =
might have. Once in a while the families of the men were also invited to =
meetings and  special events like the square dance they went to that =
night.I couldn't understand that dad would ever be dressed like this but =
here he was all prettied up and proud of it too! Of course adults did a =
lot of really weird things that I didn't understand and this was my dad =
so if he wanted to look like mom that was up to him. I swore I'd never =
tell anyone about it, after all I didn't want people to know my family =
was crazy!Things were pretty much the same around the house after that. =
Oh sure Aunt Sandy would be there from time to time but mostly dad =
looked the same as he had. Sometimes though I'd wake up and find dad at =
the breakfast table in a frilly nightgown and fuzzy pink slippers. He =
never wore anything you could call sexy around the house, if he dressed =
at all it was like an average housewife. Dad used to wait until he got =
to the meetings before he became Sandra but since it wasn't a secret in =
the house anymore he began leaving the house as Sandra. =0DThings =
weren't too much different between dad and me, we still went to baseball =
and hockey games together and it was easy to forget seeing him in a =
dress. Whenever we went anywhere as a family dad always dressed and =
acted like a normal guy although once in a while mom would have to =
remind him to be careful bending over so no one saw what he was wearing =
for underwear.Even though it was easy for me to sometimes forget about =
dad's dressing up as a woman it never really left my mind. There were =
plenty of  times when I wondered over and over why he did it. He said he =
felt relaxed and happy that way but I couldn't figure out why. I finally =
figured things out months after I first met my Aunt Sandy.It was mid =
term exam time in school and I spent every night studying for almost two =
weeks. When the tests finally ended we were given the last two days of a =
week off to relax before the next semester began. The first day found me =
home alone watching television while mom and dad were at work. I turned =
on one of those talk shows and saw a pretty girl sitting on stage with =
her mom and brother. She looked kind of cute to me with short, dark =
hair, a pretty dress, stockings, and heels on. As I watched I was amazed =
to find out that the girl I had thought to be so cute was really a =
fifteen year old boy who wanted to be a girl!  The camera zoomed in on =
the girl as she talked but there was nothing to make me believe she was =
really a boy! They showed pictures of the girl when she was dressed as a =
boy and then with a dress but no makeup on before  I was sure she was a =
boy.After the show was over I started to watch a movie but for some =
reason I couldn't forget the boy in the dress. I turned of the movie =
went to mom and dad's room and started looking through dad's clothes. I =
remember thinking that if dad and the boy on TV could look so nice it =
couldn't be that hard to do!I picked a blue dress that buttoned down the =
front and pulled it over my regular clothes. Once I got it buttoned up I =
took a brush and tried to fix my short hair to look like a girl. I =
didn't have much luck with that so I decided to try using some of dad's =
makeup. =0DI used everything I could find from eye shadow to lipstick =
and blush but I still looked like a boy wearing a dress with makeup =
smeared on his face. I decided to call it quits and had just walked out =
of the room to wash off the makeup when I ran into dad who had come home =
early.We stood there looking at each other in silence until he finally =
spoke."I had the same problem when I first started !"  He said with a =
smile. "Would you like a little help?""Sure, why not!"  I said, =
shrugging my shoulders.Dad put his arm around my shoulders and led me =
into the bathroom where he helped me scrub off the makeup I had on. We =
then went back to his room and began to look for something for me to =
wear."I think it would be best to start out simple," Dad said. "How =
about just a nightgown and underwear to see if you'll like it?"I sort of =
wanted to get all done up just to see what it would be like but I =
assumed dad knew what he was talking about so I agreed to the nightgown =
and underwear to start. Dad handed me a pair of plain, white, nylon =
panties, a short cotton nightgown with a ruffled hem and told me to go =
to my room and change.I unbuttoned the dress I had on, took it off then =
slowly began to take off my underwear. I had doubts about what I was =
doing but I kept remembering how cute that boy looked on  the TV show so =
I finished taking off my underwear then slowly pulled on the ones dad =
gave to me. I picked up the nightgown I was to wear and noticed that it =
was sleeveless and had small, pink and blue flowers on it which along =
with the lace around the arm holes made it seem so dainty. After pulling =
it over my head and adjusting it I looked at myself in the mirror and =
thought that I didn't look all that bad , I wasn't exactly homecoming =
queen but still I thought I looked cute!Dad smiled when I walked into =
his room and told me to sit down at the vanity so he could finish me up. =
He picked up a small sponge, daubed some liquid makeup on it and began =
to smear it on my face with soft, gentle, movements. Next he took a  big =
round brush, swirled it around in some powder then carefully brushed the =
powder over the liquid makeup he had just applied to me. I tried to pay =
attention to what dad was doing to me but he had a towel draped over the =
mirror and soon I was lulled off by all of the attention I was getting =
and the pleasant smell of the makeup. I just sat there as dad finished =
applying blush and lipstick, then started to brush my hair. It didn't =
take long before my mind wandered off and I began to thin of myself as a =
princess in olden days, her ladies in waiting tending to her beauty =
needs. Suddenly I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder and calling to =
me; dad had finished with me and wanted me to tell him if I liked it or =
not. I looked up to see that he had removed the towel from the mirror =
and saw a cute girl staring back at me."What do you think Bill?"  Dad =
asked hesitantly. "Do you want to keep the makeup and clothes on for a =
while or would you rather put your old clothes back on?"I didn't want to =
appear too anxious but I sure as heck didn't want to go back to being a =
boy just yet, I looked cute and wasn't ready to take of the nice soft =
clothes I was wearing just yet."If it's okay with you dad, I'll just =
stay like this for a little while."  I said as nonchalantly as I could =
manage. Dad seemed to be able to read my mind."Sure, take as long as you =
like Bill,"  He replied. "How about helping me get dinner started, you =
start peeling some potatoes and I'll be right with you.""Sure dad, I'll =
get started right away!"  I felt like I was a different person =
altogether as I walked out to the kitchen my nightgown fluttering about =
my knees with every step. Sitting in the chair peeling potatoes I =
imagined myself a little girl helping to fix dinner for her family.Dad =
came in a few minutes alter wearing a sleeveless white top, a short =
denim skirt, white ankle socks, and pink sneakers. His light brown hair, =
once collar length, now reached his shoulders and curled under in a =
gentle wave. He had on lipstick with just a touch of blush on his =
cheeks, a pair of white earrings,  and a gold bracelet on his =
wrist."Wow!"  I exclaimed. "You look great dad! How'd you get your hair =
to look like that though?"Dad thanked me and explained that for their =
last anniversary mom had bought him several hairpieces which could be =
clipped onto his hair making it look longer and fuller. He wore them =
whenever he wanted to look pretty but just didn't feel like bothering =
with one of his wigs.We talked and laughed and had a wonderful time =
pretending to be a mother and daughter preparing dinner. Dad and I had =
always been close but somehow it felt different that day, we both seemed =
to be expressing our feelings so much better than before. Dad asked me =
how it felt to be dressed like a girl and I told him how much I was =
enjoying it and all about my dreams of being a princess. He was thrilled =
to hear that I was having a good time and told me that he had secretly =
hoped that someday I'd also want to cross dress. He said that he had =
been so happy to see me in mom's dress that he had begun to cry while I =
was putting on the nightgown. I felt so touched by dad's confession that =
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. I know =
that I said that we'd been close before but I hadn't kissed my dad since =
I was about six, it just wasn't right for a big boy like me to be seen =
kissing my dad! Now however I had my arms around his neck and it felt so =
nice that I didn't want to stop. There was just one favor I wanted from =
him yet."Dad, would it be all right with you if we dressed for dinner?"  =
I asked.Dad seemed a bit puzzled by my question."I thought you said you =
liked wearing my nightgown Bill?""Oh I do dad, I really do!"  I said =
with a smile. "It's just that I thought with mom being all prettied up =
from work we'd look kind of shabby!""What would you suggest then?"  Dad =
asked with a twinkle in his eyes."Oh I was thinking that we might try =
looking a little better, that 's all."  I grinned. "Sort of a surprise =
to mom!""Believe me,"  Dad laughed. "Just seeing you in a nightgown =
would be quite a surprise!""Please dad,"  I begged. "I really want to =
see what it would be like to get all dressed up, please?""Okay, okay,  =
you win! Let's go see what we can wear to surprise mom!"I jumped up and =
gleefully followed dad back to his room where we went through closets =
and drawers looking for just the right outfits. Finally we found =
something just right, a skirt, blouse and jacket for me and a coral =
colored suit of mom's for dad. Dad looked for some suitable lingerie for =
me to wear while I got out of the nightgown I was wearing. Finally =
satisfied dad laid some things out on his bed , smiled and asked if I =
was ready to become a young lady. The grin on my face did a good enough =
job of answering the question for him as I reached for the pantyhose on =
the bed."Hold on a second, let me help."  Dad told me as he removed his =
top then undid his skirt and stepped out of it.. "You don't want to mess =
anything up!"Dad then showed me the proper way to put on a bra, hooking =
it in the front before turning it around and adjusting the cups and =
straps. He handed me a pair of pantyhose then had me sit next to him and =
watch as he pulled on a pair. Dad rolled up a leg of the pantyhose and =
slowly put his foot into it admonishing me to be careful not to get a =
run from my nails. I followed his example and carefully inserted my toes =
into the foot of a pair I had been given.  Slowly and carefully I did as =
dad did until finally I had the pantyhose up to my waist. AS I smoothed =
them from my ankles up to make sure there were no wrinkles I was =
thrilled with the silky feel of the stockings on my legs and hands. =
Maybe dad was right about dressing up like this I thought, I wondered =
what it was going to be like to be completely dressed.Dad handed me a =
white half slip to put on then showed me how to adjust it so that the =
slit in it would be in the back. Next I was given a pale blue top and a =
dark blue skirt that also had  a slit in the back. I pulled on the top =
first then watched as dad showed me how to zip and button the skirt in =
the front before turning it so the zipper was in the back. I turned =
around so dad could make certain my slip wasn't showing then stepped =
into a pair of blue low heeled shoes dad set out for me.Dad was still =
getting ready by the time  I finished  so I sat down and watched with =
keen interest how he went about becoming a woman. He seemed to be =
totally relaxed as he removed his bra and put on another one which was =
much frillier than the previous one. He noticed my watching and =
explained that the bra he had taken off was just not pretty enough for =
when he was dressed in a nice outfit, he said it was all right for a =
casual, around the house outfit, but at other times he liked feeling =
much more feminine. I was fascinated with the idea that different styles =
of the same article of clothing could make a difference in feelings and =
made a note to ask dad more about it.After dad got his bra hooked up he =
reached into a drawer and took out what looked like a couple of breasts. =
He pulled the front of his bra out from his body and delicately inserted =
one breast into each side of his bra. When he finished setting them in =
the way he wanted them he looked just like the women in magazine ads for =
bra's and underwear! He pulled a long slip over his head, adjusted the =
straps to shorten it a little then slid a lacy, white blouse over his =
arms and buttoned it.The blouse was sheer enough to show the straps of =
dad's slip and bra and some of the lace trim on the top of his slip. I =
pointed it out to him but he assured me that it was supposed to look =
like that and women like a little bit of lace to show now and then to =
make them feel pretty. He finished with his blouse then carefully =
stepped into the skirt, tucked the blouse into it, then reached under it =
to pull his slip down explaining that he didn't want to have wrinkles =
and bulges in his skirt. He slipped the jacket over his arms , stepped =
into a pair of heels that matched his suit and looked himself over in =
the mirror.Dad looked fantastic in mom's suit,  just like a woman ready =
to go to work in some office!  He frowned though, saying that he still =
needed a little more work then went to the vanity to fix his makeup. He =
changed his lipstick to blend in with his suit, added mascara to his =
lashes, a coral eye shadow, then fished through a jewelry box until he =
came up with earrings and a necklace to match his suit. One last look in =
the mirror and dad was satisfied that he looked just right. I told him =
that I thought  he was beautiful but he shrugged it off saying that he'd =
really show me how beautiful he could be some other time.He then asked =
me to sit back down so that he could finish me up saying that I looked =
like a teenager trying on her mom's dresses! I held as still as I could =
as he put mascara, eyeshadow, and a dark red lipstick on my face. He =
found a pair of white clip on earrings for me along with a pearl =
necklace which he fastened around my neck. Dad stared at me for a minute =
or so until finally he announced that he knew just what I needed, went =
into the closet and returned with a short, blonde wig. He placed some =
strips of tape which were sticky on both sides around the edge then =
gently placed it on my head and put pressure on the sides. After a =
couple of seconds he let up on the pressure and the wig held firmly to =
my scalp!  Dad then picked up a brush from the vanity and spent the next =
ten minutes styling the wig until it curled gently over my earlobes and =
fell in graceful bangs on my forehead. I was complete! Now I didn't look =
like a kid trying on her mother's stuff, instead I looked like a young =
woman you might run into in any office building! "Is that me?"  I asked =
as I stared into the mirror. "I can't believe how pretty I look!""It =
wasn't that hard Bill,"  Dad said. "Actually you've got features that =
make it easy for you to look like a girl. All I did was to emphasize =
your  naturally feminine features to make you look more like a young =
woman so the outfit would look right. It would be really interesting to =
see what you'd look like in clothes designed for a teen aged girl! I'll =
bet you'd be a real doll!"I thought about what dad said for a moment and =
how I felt. Here I was dressed from the skin out in women's clothes, =
wearing makeup, jewelry and a wig but I wasn't at all upset. As a matter =
of fact I was feeling strangely excited and happy! Dad was also dressed =
and made up like a woman so I didn't really feel all that odd, after all =
if mom didn't mind dad  wearing dresses it couldn't be a bad thing!  I =
guess my friends would probably laugh and call me a sissy if they could =
see me now, but then again if I didn't know better I'd never have =
recognized the attractive young woman in the mirror as a sixteen year =
old boy so why would they? It might even be fun to try to fool them, =
maybe even tease them a little or something!Dad brought be out of my =
dreams by reminding me that we still had to make sure dinner was ready =
and that mom would be home shortly. I reluctantly left my dreams behind =
and followed dad to the kitchen fascinated by the sounds of my heels =
clicking as I walked and entranced by the feel of my nylons and bra!I =
couldn't wait for mom to come home, I had a feeling that there were =
going to be a lot of changes coming up for me!
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Daddy's Girl (Part 2)

by=20

Karen Elizabeth L.


So there we were , me and dad, all done up like a couple of office girls =
waiting for mom to come home. Dad was very graceful and at ease in his =
suit and heels, he went about fixing dinner and setting the table as if =
he were wearing a pair of shorts and slippers instead of a tight skirt =
and four inch heels! I helped out as best I could but I spent more time =
watching dad than I did working!
Finally the table was set, dinner was ready, and mom was pulling into =
the driveway. Dad brushed my hair one more time then had me sit on the =
couch in the living room. I smoothed out my skirt, sat down, crossed my =
legs, folded my hands in my lap the way dad taught me then watched as he =
smoothed out his suit, checked his hair and makeup, then went to greet =
mom at the door.
Mom seemed pleasantly surprised when she saw how dad was dressed.
"You look sharp in that suit Sandy, but why all the fuss?"
"I have a surprise for you tonight dear," replied dad as he kissed her =
on the cheek. "Now close your eyes and hold my hand."
Mom took dad's proffered hand, closed her eye's, and followed as dad led =
her to the living room.
"Now take a deep breath, count to ten, then open your eyes."  Dad =
instructed.
Mom was smiling as she counted, then at ten opened her eyes and the =
first thing she saw was me!
"Hi mom!"  I said cheerfully. "How do I look, dad helped me get all =
dressed up!"
"Oh my god!"  She exclaimed as she turned to dad. "Who's idea was this?"
"Relax mom,"  I said. "It was all my idea, dad just helped me out a =
little here and there!"
"Helped out!"  Mom said as she stared at me. "I'll say he helped out, it =
looks like he made quite a young lady out of you!"
"He sure did," I said happily as I got up to show off my new look. =
"Isn't it great?"
Mom watched as I slowly spun around to let her see the way I looked in =
her clothes. Finally I saw a glimmer of a smile come to her face and =
tears form in her eyes.=20
"If you think it's great honey I wont argue with you. I just want to =
make certain that you know what you're doing."=20
"I'm not really sure about dressing like this mom but I thought that =
maybe if I tried it I could decide if I liked it or not."
"That sounds okay to me,"  Mom said. "But we'll have to set certain =
rules for your safety. People don't understand when they see guys in =
dresses you know!"
"I understand mom, I'll be careful I promise!"
"Just to be sure though we'll talk about the rules over dinner,"  Mom =
said. "Now let's get started, I'm starving!"
Over dinner that evening mom and dad laid out the rules I'd have to =
agree to if  I wanted to continue dressing as a girl. I would be allowed =
to dress at home if we weren't expecting any company,  I could use =
either mom's or dad's clothing provided I was careful and didn't rip or =
stain anything , I would not be allowed to leave the house dressed =
unless mom or dad were with me and approved. The most important rule =
that mom and dad insisted on was that whenever I was dressed I would be =
treated as a girl and would be expected to act like one. If I dressed =
I'd have to completely dress, no combining girl's and boy's clothes, and =
they expected me to learn how to walk, talk, and act like a girl. If I =
agreed to all that they'd buy me clothes and teach me how to be a girl. =
Of course if at any time I decided I didn't want to dress up anymore I'd =
be free to quit.
I thought about it while we ate and decided to accept the terms my =
parents wanted. I was  already enjoying the way I was dressed and =
wondered if dad was right about how I'd look in teenager's clothes and =
so after a few minutes I agreed.
"One last thing,"  Said mom. "You'd ladies do not have names like Bill =
so whenever you're dressed we'll call you Barbara Jean, which was the =
name dad and I had chosen for a girl before you were born."
Barbara Jean, the name seemed to remind me of a cute girl with freckles, =
long hair, and a sweet sounding voice. Yep, Barbara Jean was a perfect =
name for me !=20
"That's okay with me!"  I replied exuberantly. "That's such a pretty =
name!"
"Yes it is,"  dad smiled. "And you're going to be a very pretty girl!"
"Now that everything's agreed to, I think you girls should treat me by =
cleaning up after dinner!"  Mom said.
"Come on Barb,"  Dad said. "We'll talk as we work!"
Dad and I had a great time cleaning up and talking that evening, he told =
me more about his dressing and what it felt like to him and I told him =
how much I liked wearing the outfit I had on! He told me that he had a =
lot of plans for me as Barbara including shopping trips and maybe even =
going on vacation as a girl!
Dad told me all about the summer when his mother and sister had taken =
him on vacation as Sandy.=20
Dad  was sixteen then and had been dressing as a girl for several years =
when his mother asked if he'd like to try going on vacation as Sandy.  =
He laughed as he explained how he never even bothered to ask about the =
details, he threw his arms around his mother and said yes! His mother =
told him that she and his sister had thought it might be a nice idea for =
him to really experience life as a girl and so for two weeks that summer =
he'd be a girl twenty four hours a day.=20
Dad had a far away look on his face as he talked about the fun he had =
that summer, it made such an impression on him that from then on he went =
on every vacation as Sandy! His description of the fun he had during =
those times made me ask if I could do the same. Dad put his arm around =
me, hugged me tight and said that maybe if I learned my lessons well he =
and mom would let me. After all he said, it would certainly help me see =
things differently!
After we had everything cleaned up we sat down and talked to mom for the =
rest of the evening. She was still a little surprised to see her sixteen =
year old son in a skirt, blouse, and stockings but she didn't let it =
bother her. Soon we were talking about what I thought about wearing =
women's clothes and what kind of girl's outfits I might like to wear. =
Being new to all of this I really wasn't sure so mom got out the Sunday =
paper and we looked over the ads.  We finally decide that for starting =
out I would get a couple of  slip dresses which looked like a dress with =
thin straps worn with a tee shirt, a nightgown, and some underwear. If I =
liked dressing up like a girl mom and dad promised to buy me some more =
stuff but thought they'd keep it simple for now.=20
That Saturday at breakfast mom announced that her and dad would be =
taking me shopping for clothes for Barbara. I'd still have to dress as =
Bill but dad would be dressed as Sandy to show me how to act in public =
when I did it. We'd pick out some clothes for me then when I got back =
I'd model them for mom and dad. It sounded like a great idea to me so =
after breakfast I pulled on jeans and a shirt while mom and dad got =
ready.=20
Dad looked really comfortable in an ankle length slip dress and sandals, =
he had his hair pulled in a ponytail and was wearing just a little =
makeup. Mom wore a pair of shorts and a top which she said felt =
comfortable to her. After all she said, she wore a dress and heels to =
work all week, on the weekend she wanted to wear slacks and be =
comfortable. She said that she had always told dad that if he had to =
wear dresses, stockings, and heels all of the time like she did he'd =
prefer slacks too! Dad just laughed and said that she didn't know how =
nice she had it as a woman.
At the mall mom, dad, and I would casually stroll along through the =
junior's department and look at different styles. If we saw something we =
liked mom and dad would stop and look at it while I stood there trying =
to look bored. When it was time to pick out underwear mom and dad let me =
go over to the sporting goods department since they thought it might be =
too embarrassing for me to stand there while they picked out some frilly =
underwear for me. I tried to get interested in the baseball stuff I saw =
but my mind kept wandering back to what my parents were doing, wondering =
what kind of underwear they were picking out for me. Until the other day =
I never saw any girls underwear up close nor was I interested in looking =
at all of the ads for it in the paper. Now things were different and I =
was suddenly very interested in what girl's wore! My parents finally =
came and got me after finishing their shopping, I got to carry out the =
packages which drove me crazy since I wanted to rip them open and look =
at my new clothes.
Back at home dad and mom waited patiently as I pulled open the packages =
of clothes they picked out. I had two slip dresses, one in a yellow =
floral pattern and the other pink with little red roses on it, two packs =
of panties, six pair in plain white cotton and six colored pairs in =
nylon generously trimmed with lace down the front. Besides the panties I =
had one white half slip with several inches of lace at the bottom and a =
cream colored full slip with lace at the top and bottom.=20
My parents had also picked out a pink cotton nightgown which looked like =
it would come just past my thighs.  I couldn't wait to try it on but =
first I wanted to wear my new dress and underwear, I'd have all night to =
wear the nightgown. I stripped of all of my boy's clothes and pulled on =
a pair of the cotton panties. Even though they were cotton there was no =
mistaking them for boy's underwear, not with the thin elastic waistband =
and the cute little cotton rose at the front. I pulled out one of the =
three bras I had been given and put it on just like dad had taught me to =
do then sat down and put on a pair of my new pantyhose.
I was feeling heavenly as I adjusted the straps on my slip and bra =
before putting one the pink dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and =
found that I had to adjust my slip a little more to keep the lace at the =
bottom from peeking out under my dress. Once I had everything adjusted =
just right I slipped my stockinged feet into a pair of white skimmer's =
mom had picked out for me and went to model for my parents.
"You were right, Sandy"  Mom said to dad as I entered the room. "She's =
really cute, I doubt she'll have any trouble passing with a little =
help!"
 "I told you so!" Dad replied, beaming with pride. "She's thin enough =
for some flattering styles and she even has soft features that look good =
even without makeup!"
"I take you two ladies approve?"  I laughed. "Shall I try on the other =
dress?"
"Please do Barb,"  Mom laughed. "Let the show go on!"
I left the two of then arguing over what other outfits I'd look good in =
while I went back and put on my other dress. I decided to change my slip =
even though I liked the way the long one felt on me. As long as I was =
going to be modeling I might as well try everything! One thing I did =
like about my short slip was that it was so much easier to adjust to my =
dress length, instead of adjusting straps all I had to do was pull it a =
little higher on my waist! I checked my  dress and slip out in the =
mirror before going back out to my adoring fans!
Once again mom and dad made a major fuss over me, telling me how pretty =
I looked and how nice my dress fit! I was thrilled, I couldn't remember =
the last time they were so happy about something I did and I was eating =
it up! After they finished complimenting me they suddenly got very =
serious and asked if I wanted to keep the dress on all day.
"Of course!"  I shouted. "It's so comfortable and pretty, I'd hate to =
have to take it off!"
That seemed to settle it and I was allowed to keep the dress and =
underwear on all day provided I helped with some of the cleaning and =
laundry. I'd never done the laundry before but mom insisted that if I =
wanted to look like a girl I had to learn to do things that girls =
typically did! I had no idea of how much work the laundry was until then =
but it was part of the deal so I watched and learned with mom.
As we did the laundry mom would have me examine clothes to see if any =
mending was required. If so, I had to get a needle and thread and learn =
what to do. I seemed to pick things up pretty quickly and before long =
mom left me on my own. When she returned and looked over my work she was =
so pleased that she offered to teach me how to sew  my own clothes. I =
quickly agreed when she told me that before long I could make all kinds =
of pretty outfits for myself!
I spent the rest of the afternoon helping mom do laundry while dad =
cleaned and dusted the house. I knew so many of my friends considered =
what I was doing to be "Girl stuff" but I didn't mind at all. After all, =
wasn't that the whole idea, to teach me how to be a girl? Besides that, =
mom said that knowing how to cook and clean would make me a very =
attractive catch to a woman when I was interested in getting married! I =
wasn't able to quite make a connection between knowing how to be a girl =
and girls thinking of me a s a great catch but mom was quite positive =
that dad was a great catch for those reasons and that was good enough =
for me!
After finishing the laundry mom said I could have the rest of the =
afternoon off to relax and do whatever I wanted. I wanted to play =
baseball but I didn't want to get changed which cause d a problem. What =
was more important to me right now, spending the day in a dress or =
playing baseball? I finally decided that I could play ball anytime, =
today I wanted to see what it was like to be Barbara Jean! Dad seemed =
happy with my decision to stick it out as a girl and offered to start =
teaching me how to act like a girl if I was interested.
I couldn't have agreed any faster and soon dad was giving me my first =
lesson in sitting, standing, and walking.
Dad was tough when it came to my lessons. He would first explain things =
to me, demonstrate them, then it was my turn. He made it very clear that =
he wouldn't accept any fooling around from me, to him this was serious =
stuff that I'd better learn if I wanted to dress this way. If I kept =
making mistakes he'd remind me that if I didn't do things just right =
people would suspect that I was a boy. That always seemed to make me pay =
closer attention to details and work even harder! I would be dead in the =
neighborhood if any one knew about my dressing up. I had to be =
convincing!
I spent the rest of the day learning how to sit, stand, and walk like a =
lady but by evening dad and mom were both satisfied that I was coming =
along nicely so they let me take a break for television. I was grateful =
for the end of my lessons but dad left me with one last reminder to keep =
practicing!
The weekend finally ended and I had to go back to school again as Bill. =
It had been one heck of a fun weekend but it was over, for now!
At school my friends were all talking about what they did over the =
weekend and how much fun they had. They felt sorry for me when I told =
them that I had to stay home and help clean the house, saying that only =
their mom's and sister's did that. I made up a sob story about being =
punished and having to spend the next couple of weekends at home . I'd =
miss out on a lot of baseball but I thought I'd have fun anyhow.
Every day after school I'd hurry to my room and change into one of my =
dresses then study until it was time to help mom with dinner. Mom taught =
me a lot about how to fix dinner and set the table, before long on =
nights when I didn't have homework I'd make dinner all by myself! I was =
really happy about my new skills and mom was happy to have a daughter =
around to talk to.
Since I had told my friends that I'd been grounded for a couple of weeks =
they didn't bother coming to the house on weekends which gave me a lot =
of spare time to spend as Barb. Every Friday evening after work dad =
would get dressed up as Sandy and we'd start another weekend of girl =
lessons. It took three weeks of wearing dresses, styling my own hair, =
and other girl lessons before my parents decided I was ready for a =
public appearance.
Mom and dad had planned my first public appearance as Barbara was to be =
a picnic at dad's mother's house. They had told her all Barbara and she =
was anxious to meet her new granddaughter in person!=20
Mom and dad said that they'd seen enough of the two dresses I owned so =
instead of a dress I'd wear a pair a  pair of gingham shorts and a =
sleeveless white top they had ordered for the occasion.=20
After a shower on Saturday I went to my room to get changed and found =
dad waiting for me. He handed me what looked like a pair of skin colored =
panties and explained that they were meant to make me look more like a =
girl.  I started to pull them over my hips when dad stopped and showed =
me how to tuck my genitals into the panties before pulling them up. I =
did as he showed me but the panties felt unbearably tight but dad =
insisted that once I adjusted everything just right they wouldn't be all =
that hard to get used to.
I moved things around and tucked them in just like dad said to do and =
finally the dull pain in my groin stopped. I pulled on a pair of blue =
nylon panties, my padded bra, then pulled on my shorts and buttoned the =
top. The shorts were so tight that even though they had side pockets =
they were all but useless. A piece of paper might fit into them but if =
it was a dollar bill I felt sure you'd be able to tell which way =
Washington was facing! When I was finally ready Dad took me over to the =
mirror and showed me what I looked like.
"Whoa, what a babe!" =20
"You got that right, Barb," Laughed dad , "And that babe is you!"
I said the shorts were tight right, yet they fit perfectly! I looked =
just like any other young girl in a tight pair of shorts. If I were to =
walk down the street past my friends they'd be stepping all over their =
tongues! There was no way on earth a sixteen year old boy should look =
this way but here I was looking like a teen boy's dream come true! You =
know what's really funny though? I loved the way I looked!  Sure,  I =
knew I wasn't really a girl, it was all just a great big game, but it =
was a game I seemed to be good at!  Dad left me to finish with my sock =
and sneakers while he got ready too.
Dad decided to wear a denim skirt and a white flowered top while mom =
opted for a pair of white shorts and a pink top. Mom decided not to wear =
any makeup but dad wore just a little bit of foundation, blush, and =
lipstick to soften his features. They promised that I could wear makeup =
too if I could do it myself.=20
Well after three straight weeks of practicing I was definitely ready so =
I rushed off to my parent's room and started to work on my face. I =
picked a creamy white eye shadow to match my top, dabbed on foundation, =
spread it evenly around my face and added just a hint of blush to my =
cheeks. Mom thought that a dark shade of lipstick looked best on me so I =
chose a dark rose shade from her makeup kit and applied it to my lips.
"How did I do?"  I asked as I emerged from the room.
Mom gave me a hug and kiss.
"You've learned your lessons well Barb, I'm really proud of you!"
"Your grandmother's going to be thrilled Barb,"  Dad beamed. "She's =
going to be thrilled with her granddaughter!"
I couldn't wait to see my grandmother either. She had always been nice =
to me and I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather meet as Barb than her! =
It felt so nice to look this way and know that the people around you =
understood .
Grandma was waiting for me as I stepped out of the car. She held my =
hands out and told me how pretty I looked! I thanked her with a hug and =
kiss!
"Barbie, you're adorable!"  She gushed happily as we walked to the =
house. "You have to tell me all about it! Did you pick out your outfit, =
who did your makeup, isn't it fun wearing pretty clothes?"
Grandma and I had a wonderful time talking about my experiences as =
Barbie, I told her all about my lessons and how I'd been wearing nothing =
but dresses after school and weekends for the past three weeks. She told =
me ho happy she was when dad told her about my dressing up, she said she =
thought that being a girl made boys so much nicer by taking off the =
rough edges. She told me that she'd really like for me to  spend some =
time with her as Barbie. We could shop, go to movies, spend time a t the =
beach, anything I wanted to do was fine with her! Before we could make =
any plans though my aunt Debbie drove up. Grandma took me by the hand =
and led me to my aunt's car to show me off.
"Like father, like son!"  Laughed my aunt as she got out of her car. "I =
didn't think it was going to be a family tradition when we dressed your =
dad up like a girl!"
"Well I happen to like the tradition myself!"  I placed my hands on my =
hips and pouted.
"It was nice to have a sister to talk to when I was growing up."  My =
aunt replied. "And I always had someone to double date with!"
I walked back to the house with one arm around my grandmother and the =
other around my aunt. They promised we'd get into some serious girl talk =
about what it was like dressing dad up like a girl.  Inside with =
everyone sipping cold drinks, I found myself caught up in the enthusiasm =
and laughed until I cried over the stories of how my aunt used to hide =
and watch dad get a good night kiss from a boy he had gone out with. =
Grandma told how she used to occasionally peek out the curtains and see =
dad snuggled up to some boy who thought he was with a great looking =
girl!
 Finally it was time for dinner and I made  big hit when I offered to =
help. Grandma turned to mom and asked if she'd been teaching me how to =
help around the house. Mom smiled and said that if I was going to dress =
as a girl she intended to make certain that I also lived as a girl! My =
aunt told her that she was doing the right thing by making me understand =
that being a girl was more than just a pretty dress!
After dinner my aunt asked if I'd walk out to the car with her since she =
had something to give me. She handed me a nicely wrapped box at the car =
and told me to take it back inside to open it. Back at the house grandma =
also presented me with a box to open.
When I opened my aunt's gift I was shocked to see several slips, =
panties, bras, and camisoles in beautiful colors. Everyone insisted that =
I hold each item up for all to see and as I lifted the last camisole  =
from the box I discovered a panty girdle and half a dozen pairs of =
pantyhose!
 I didn't know what to say, I was thrilled with the gifts my aunt had =
given me yet I was embarrassed over how frilly and beautiful they were! =
I had to have been turning a deep shade of red because I could feel the =
heat building up on my face. Both of my parents jokingly asked if they =
could borrow some of my stuff but my aunt insisted that I'd be needing =
it soon. She planned on taking her niece shopping the next day!
My fingers trembled as I gently unwrapped grandma's gift. After what my =
aunt had surprised me with I could only wonder what grandma had bought =
for me. The name on the box was a high priced women's clothing store in =
town know for sexy lingerie.  I began to wonder if I'd find myself the =
owner of one of those sexy black and red undergarments with garters like =
the dance hall girls in movies wore. At that point I probably wouldn't =
have been in the least surprised!
I was overjoyed to open the box and find that it only contained dresses, =
skirts, and tops. Grandma had great taste for an older woman, there =
wasn't a girl in school who wouldn't have been thrilled to wear the =
outfits she gave me.
The first dress I came to was green with adorable little yellow daises =
all over it. It had short sleeves, a skirt that came several inches =
above my knee (just the way girls were wearing them), and was made of =
some silky material that I couldn't wait to try on. Next in line came a =
short, pleated , pink skirt with a back zipper and button. I had seen a  =
pair of pink shoes with a slight heel the last time I went shopping that =
I was certain would look just right with that skirt. Maybe when I went =
shopping with my aunt I could find a pretty top to go with it!
I gave both my aunt and grandmother a kiss to thank them for their =
presents before packing things up to leave. Tomorrow would be my first =
time shopping as a girl and I wanted to get plenty of rest. Of course I =
doubted that I'd get any rest at all since I was so excited about all of =
the beautiful gifts I received and the idea of actually going out around =
strangers as a girl!=20

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