RELUCTANT PRESS

When Mrs. Wales came to the shop, she handed me a small paper sack "from Susie" and without thinking I pulled out the contents in front of the two women. It was my new pair of panties for Sunday, a lavender satin pair with white lace at the waist and leg openings!

So much for discretion, I thought, trying to put the damn things back in the bag as quickly as possible but obviously not fast enough to keep the two of them from getting a good look and a good laugh!

Funny, wearing panties was nothing new to me but today it seemed that I was constantly aware of the snug feel of the stretch lace underwear I was wearing. Was it just because they were Susie's that made it so different, I wondered?

I realized that it was something that I should not wonder about very much as each time I did I got hard!

CHAPTER FIVE: My New Life

Sunday mornings for Mom and me were leisurely, after long and busy Saturdays at the shop. We slept in and Mom would make a full breakfast whenever she woke up. It was a special time for us and one of the few times in the week when we could just sit and talk.

"Danny! Danny! Wake up sweetheart!" I heard her saying softly as she gently shook my shoulder. "Breakfast's ready. Come on before it gets cold."

I sat up groggily and suddenly remembered that I had decided to wear a floor length nightgown to bed last night. It was something that always felt so nice after a hard day at work. While I knew that Mom must have suspected that this was going on occasionally, we never discussed it and I made sure that Mom never saw me in this feminine attire. But here I was revealing the lace trimmed top and spaghetti straps in full view of Mom.

"Here, why don't you just slip this on. It will be faster," she said, holding open a pink quilted robe.

Ah, what the heck, I thought as I slipped my arms in the sleeves and buttoned the front. Not only was it faster, it felt wonderful rubbing against the nylon nightgown.

The kitchen table was all set and my breakfast of fried eggs, bacon, and freshly baked muffin was sitting at my

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

place. I had just begun to drink coffee and the aroma of the freshly perked pot got me fully awake. As I bent over to take my first bite, my hair fell forward over the plate.

"Here, let me fix that," Mom urged as she rose and stood behind me. She pulled my hair back and slipped a pink satin ribbon from the pocket of her robe which she tied in a bow around my gathered hair behind my head. She went back to her seat without another word.

During breakfast we just engaged in small talk. Now fully awake, I was beginning to feel awkward about how I must look. No doubt, anyone that looked in on us would have assumed that it was a mother and daughter sitting at the table. We cleared the table and washed the dishes together and went to the den to read the paper. But before I could grab the sports section, which I read only because, as a boy, I felt I had to, Mom caught my hand and pulled me over beside her on the couch.

"Danny, I think it's time that we talked about a few things," she said gently, but I knew that this was going to be serious. "I can't help but notice that you are wearing girl's clothes more and more and styling your hair. Would you please tell me what's going on?"

"Aw, Mom, it's just all a game I've been playing with Susie. There's nothing to it. It's just for laughs. I won't do it anymore."

"Oh Danny, please don't feel that I disapprove. Certainly, if you want to play 'games', as you call it, that's fine. But it's also fine if it's something that you really want to do all the

time.

"You remember when I dressed you up for the hairdressing contest? I thought you looked so pretty and I wanted so much to keep you in frilly dresses with curls in your hair but I knew that that would have been wrong.

"Now that you are eighteen, you can make your own decisions and if dressing as a girl is what you want, that's fine with me. When I saw you come in Friday night I realized that you would make a very pretty young lady. I love you as a son, and I would love you just as much as a daughter."

Mom and I had always been close and I had hated myself on those few occasions when I had not been completely truthful with her. I felt guilty about concealing what had been go-

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