RELUCTANT PRESS

"Yes, High Priestess," I replied meekly, now truly questioning whether all this was going too far, yet also finding myself excited about what was happening.

We danced for awhile, something that at first was extremely embarrassing since my maleness was quite obvious poking against the flimsy nightie. But most surprising to me was that I did not think it odd to see the girls dancing slowly with their arms wrapped around each other.

I was disappointed when Linda said it was time to break up. Of course, since I had no other clothes with me, I had to wear my dress and, at the girls' insistence, my bra, girdle, stockings and slip. We all helped each other with the various straps, hooks, etc.

Susie drove me home and once she turned down my street I was faced with the reality of getting inside and up to my room unnoticed. Naturally, Mom had left the outside lights on so I prayed that none of my neighbors would be around at this late hour. I ran as fast as I could in my heels and as far as I knew, no one saw me. But I was not as lucky with Mom. By now I should have known that a mother never slept until her children were all home safely.

"Is that you, Danny? Come give your mother a kiss," she called from her bedroom, where the light was still on.

Now what was I to do? Just how many times could I tell Mom that I had lost another game and that I always ended up looking like a girl?

"I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right in."

This would buy me a few minutes, but how could I go to my room and get dressed in my own clothes without arousing Mom's suspicion? And how was I going to get past Mom's open door with the light pouring out to the hallway? And what about my hair, nails, and make-up?

All these questions became academic when Mom got out of bed and met me just as I was going to make my run past her bedroom.

"DANNY! What is going on?" she exclaimed and I froze, awaiting the string of questions and comments that were sure to follow.

"Surely you were not going to keep your poor mother from seeing you looking so pretty. Let me have a good look, sweetheart."

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

She had not called me "sweetheart" since I was a little boy. She turned me around and checked me over inch by inch as I squirmed in my panties.

"Please Mom, I really have to go," I pleaded, trying to get to the sanctuary of the bathroom where I could at least get out of the clothes and try to think of some excuse to explain my appearance.

"Oh, you can hold it for a minute. Let your mother have a few seconds to enjoy her beautiful daughter."

There were tears in her eyes as she gazed at me in silence and embraced me and held me close for what seemed forever. There seemed to be both joy and sadness in her face when she finally let me go.

I undressed slowly, trying to make sense out of all that had happened this day but went to bed very confused. I had been accepted into a "club", which was something I had always wanted a sign of acceptance. But it was a girl's club and my acceptance was based on being as near "girl-like" as possible. And yet I knew that it was the right place for me, better than any of the ultra-male macho clubs at school. And I looked forward to my probation period when I would get to serve each of the girls in turn.

I would be a busy boy for the next four weeks! And then my thoughts turned to what had happened between the girls tonight. The had kissed and danced and made love to one another. Did that mean they were lesbians? They couldn't be, I told myself. They were all too pretty and they had boyfriends. But my eyes did not lie. Oh boy! I just did not know what to think but suddenly my own "perversions" did not seem as bad. Maybe I was not the only one who had odd desires. But I still could not bring myself to talk about it to anybody.

The following morning I put on the stretch lace black panties that Susie had pressed into my hand when she kissed me good night. I immediately got hard because of the snug, sensuous feel and also the thought that Susie herself had also worn this intimate garment.

Mom said nothing about the night before either at breakfast, on the ride to work, at work, or when we went out to eat after. But she did seem to be in a very happy mood and several times I saw her glancing over at me and smiling.

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