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BORN TO BE

"Because I'm your mother and I say so, that's why!" I replied. I loved the feeling of power over him, but I knew I had better enjoy it now because it wouldn't last long. Reluctantly, he removed the gold hoops and replaced them with the white hoops.

I dragged Ted in and out of most of the stores in the mall, When we finally left, he was carrying an armful of packages containing everything from clothes to jewelry. He even had a pair of stiletto 4" heels. I didn't know if or when he would ever wear them, but I loved the look on his face when he told the salesman he wanted to purchase them.

Chapter 11

True to his word, Bob did entertain a lot of friends over the next few weeks. Ted and I were always being introduced to new people and everyone seemed pleased that Bob was finally 'married'. They simply gushed over how lovely 'Barbie' was. They often commented to Bob in jest, "How did such a lovely child come from such an ugly cuss.'

He would always reply, "Planning, careful planning." Nobody knew what he meant, but I had an idea.

Bob informed Ted and I that we would be attending the annual Christmas party with him at the Nero mansion, where he intended to formally introduce 'Barbie' to his business associates.

We were both extremely nervous as we dressed and applied our makeup in preparation for the party. This was the event we had been focusing on, the reason Ted and I were living as Bob's family. If all went well, Bob could get his promotion and Ted and I could return to our male identities with substantial bonuses.

I finished my bath while Ted was in his bedroom getting dressed. I went to my vanity to apply my makeup. I hadn't shaved in over two months and no beard was growing, so I didn't require much foundation. I darkened my brows an auburn color that matched the red highlights in my hair. I carefully outlined my eyes with dark eyeliner, curled my lashes, and coated them with luscious black mascara. applied light blush to my cheeks and bright crimson lipstick that tasted like strawberries to my lips. I loved the feel and taste of lipstick and I couldn't imagine going without my feminine war paint.

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I returned to my bathroom to place my 'BUSHMASTER II' gaffe over my 'DIVERT', which I wore all the time. While

A DAUGHTER there, I slipped into a pair of red silk bikini panties, drawing them over my widening hips. It seemed only natural to have a flat front between my legs with only the hair of the BUSHMASTER II showing through. I had almost forgotten how I looked with my maleness hanging there, it had been so long. I expertly nestled my breasts into the cups of my pushup bra by gently lifting each one and allowing it to settle into place.

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I was ready for my dress, so I returned to my bedroom. I had barely entered my bedroom when the door opened suddenly and Ted entered. "Mother, can I borrow one of your. ," Ted started, then stopped when he saw me. My lingerie consisted of a pair of silk panties and a pushup bra that did nothing to hide my expanding breasts and enlarged nipples.

Ted was wearing only a pair of panties. "You have breasts!" he exclaimed, pointing a long polished finger in my direction.

"So do you!" I coughed, not believing the girlish budding protrusions erupting from his chest. They must have protruded over an inch from his chest and his aureoles were huge, much larger than mine.

"But yours are real! I mean, they are so large!" Ted squeaked in his high girlish voice.

He was right, of course. My breasts hadn't stopped growing, and they now filled a full 'C' cup. Instead of pointed cones, they were large, full breasts that hung at least 4" from my chest. I had to wear a bra! "They just seemed to grow," I bowed my head.

"Mine too," Ted cried, confusion registered in his eyes. "What's happening to us? Are we becoming real women?"

After drying his tears, we giggled at our predicament. Neither of us had the slightest idea how to extricate ourselves. Suddenly, I realized this evening might not have the ending we anticipated, but I didn't voice my concern to Ted.

He returned to his room to finish dressing while I did the same in my bedroom. I sat on the bed and gently rolled my barely red, sheer nylon stockings up my legs. I loved the feel of nylon against my smooth, hairless legs. These stockings had elastic tops, so garters were not needed. Besides, garters would ruin the line of my dress.

Standing, I lifted my red, hand beaded, silk chemise dress from the bed and held it in front of my body. I was so happy when Bob allowed me to buy it. The top and back were sheer illusion, framed in dazzling scrolls of gold beading outlined with silver beads. The dress was so delicate