46-TV FICTION CLASSICS "SANDY THOMAS

"Oh, I forgot to mention, he's my steady boyfriend." I was having a hard time keeping from laughing at this point, but I felt that, given all the secrecy and surprises my mother had sprung on me, I was going to let her see how it feels, even if for only a short while.

"A boyfriend...you mean...a classmate, right...a friend, who happens to be a boy, right?"

"No, mother. I mean my BOYFRIEND. . .as in true love and romance...strong shoulders to lean on...soft lips to kiss."

"Oh, my God! Maybe they have taken this role infusion too far,' she muttered, on the verge of tears.

"Come on Mom, let's go. I'm dying to see the shops in town. Have to find something sexy to wear so I can compete with all the other girls."

Chapter 13, Off to the shops.

Mother drove as if in a trance but staring at me at every chance. When we reached the nearby town and arrived at the shopping mall, we parked and headed for the entrance. I continued to play the 'sex queen' role as we walked, causing more than a few appreciative car horns to honk and wolf whistles from the local young men hanging around. I guess it was because I was so totally into playing this little trick on my mother that I actually enjoyed the attention. Had this been a few days ago, I would have bolted in complete panic. Mother followed along, stunned by the overwhelming transformation in her child.

We entered a fashionable women's dress shop. Mother seemed to have regained her composure and directed me toward the section of the store that had the evening and cocktail dresses. Now I began to feel a little nervous. I had never been in a dress shop before, as a girl, that is. It started to sink in that I, a boy, was now fully dressed, from the skin out, as a young woman. I was about to undergo an experience that is something only a female experiences. I was going to try on and select a fancy party dress to wear to a dance!

My mother seemed to be trying to rationalize how, somehow, all this was going to be good for me in the future. She muttered, "It's just training... the school must know what it's doing?"

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Soon we had picked out two possible candidates. One, a red taffeta cocktail dress with a full skirt and red, net petticoats to hold it out. The other was a full-length, side-slit evening gown in cream silk. Mother entered the spacious changing room with me and pulled the curtain closed. "Here, I'll help you unzip," she said as I turned around. "Oh, what beautiful underwear! Where did you get those? I didn't pack them."

"I just borrowed some from the other girls." I responded. As I pulled my dress up over my arms, it pulled my slip up as well, exposing my very smooth and flat-fronted panties.

"Kenny! What happened to your..." mother excitedly whispered? "Shhhh, mother not Kenny, its Cathy! And nothing happened to 'them'...they're camouflaged with a special device."

"Very convincing..." she murmured while gently touching the front to see if I were lying or not. She then continued upward and felt my bra. I could see a flash of relief when she noticed that the fullness was the result of silicone inserts, not breast tissue.

She took a deep breath and said softly to herself, "Yes, this is all just good parody from superior training."

Our conversation switched to dresses and soon I had decided on the red cocktail number. It looked great! Very young and . . .dare I say.. .sexy. I almost shivered with that thought...why did I want to look sexy (as a girl) at this dance. Who was I trying to attract? To top it off, mother insisted we go into a lingerie specialty shop where she purchased a complete set of matching underwear as sexy and feminine as I was wearing to go with the dress. She showed the saleslady the dress we had bought, and the lady immediately knew 'just what she needs to go underneath'.

I was starting to get tired of keeping up my femme fatale act and as I got tired, the continuing wolf whistles from attracted young males was disconcerting. When we finally got back to the car, I collapsed into the passenger seat and let out a deep sigh.

"What's the matter, Cathy? Is something wrong?" mother asked. "What do you think?" I replied casting a significant glance down my feminized appearance.

"I don't understand...you sounded so excited and, well, happy to be like you are this morning. I must admit, I am very concerned about you dating a boy. I never thought the school would go that far but they are the acting educators."

Chapter 14, Mother's story and

preparations for the dance.

"What DID you think, mother? You send me off to a school with several suitcases of beautiful girls clothes to wear, not to mention the makeup, curlers, and accessories. You secretly authorized the school to