40-TV FICTION CLASSICS

BORN TO BE

A DAUGHTER

"Mom, I can't go out looking like this!" Ted whined while nervously playing with his thin gold hoop earrings.

"You're right," I agreed. "You're wearing only two pairs of earrings and no rings or bracelets. You simply must wear more jewelry."

He meekly followed me out of the house with two pairs of thin gold hoops, his usual diamond studs, several dainty feminine rings, and a tiny feminine watch. He tried to pull his skirt down to cover his thighs, but his efforts were to no avail.

I paraded my embarrassed son around the mall, taking lots of time looking at the various items in each store. He felt safer hidden amongst the racks of feminine clothes which concealed his ultra short skirt from passers-by, especially the boys.

"Barbie, we've got to leave," I announced as the lunch hour approached.

"B...but, I haven't looked at all the blouses. That pink one over there looks. . .uh.. .dreamy."

"There isn't time, dear. We're meeting your FATHER for lunch." I emphasized 'father' to reinforce Bob's new role as his father.

"Daddy?"

"Yes dear. He'll be in the vicinity, and he wants to join us for lunch." As we walked through the mall, I gleefully watched Ted squirm nervously as enthralled boys took second and third looks at this sexy girl walking past. His tight dress and high heels made him take short steps and swing his hips, which emphasized his girlishness even more!

"Karen! Barbie! Over here," Bob called out to from the entrance to an indoor cafe. He led us to a table in the middle of the restaurant next to two young men. He didn't say so, but I knew he chose this table to place us in an open, exposed

area.

"Mom, I can't sit here," Ted moaned.

"Your father picked that spot, not me," I chided my feminine appearing son. "Either take the matter up with him or make sure to keep your knees together like a proper young lady. That short skirt shows an awful lot when you sit." Anger filled his eyes, but with Bob nearby, he held his tongue.

"Barbie, you look very adult and sexy today," Bob beamed as he scanned Ted's feminized body from his breasts to his long, exposed legs. "You take after Karen in the leg department."

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"Honey, I'm her mother."

"Like mother, like daughter! You both become better looking every day," Bob smiled and took my hand in his.

I blushed at his overtly friendly action, but gave him a light peck on his lips and purred, "Thank you, dear." To my surprise, Ted showed no reaction to my display of affection.

"Honey, look at these lovely clothes Barbie got for school," I exclaimed as I smoothed my skirt and sat beside him.

"Women!" Bob teased. "You two will spend me into the poor house!"

"You love every minute of it, darling!" I continued while opening a shopping bag. "Barbie got.. ." I discussed our shopping excursion while Ted tried in vain to pull his short skirt over his legs.

Bob had Ted and I on diets, so we had light salads while he had a full meal. While we ate, Bob and I observed how Ted handled public exposure. To his dismay, his provocative feminine clothing made him the focal point of every male in the vicinity, especially the young ones!

An hour later, Bob excused himself to return to the office and I promised to have dinner waiting when he got home. As soon as Bob was out of ear shot, Ted begged, "Mom, let's go home. I'm too embarrassed to shop any more. Please, please."

I remembered all the mean things he had called me, and I decided a little more revenge was warranted. "Only a couple more stores," I insisted while touching up my lipstick.

"Please...please...please! Everybody is watching me, especially those two guys over there," he pleaded while indicating two handsome young men who were paying him special attention. "I should never have let Bob...Daddy talk me into dressing this way! Come on! I have to go home and get out of these clothes!"

"Don't be such a prude! Relax and enjoy yourself." "We're men, and it's inherently wrong for us to dress like this in public!" he whined and held his skirt for emphasis. "I feel totally weird sitting here in this sexy outfit under the eye of every man in the place!"

"Barbie dear, we agreed to help Bob until his promotion, and we must see it through! I know this is only a job to you. I use to feel that way too."

"B...but it's wrong," he commiserated.

"Don't be silly!" I responded. "Your father just complimented us on our attractive legs. No matter what you say,