46-TV FICTION CLASSICS #6

She continued, "They think you're playing hard to get. If you think you can be flirty, and not have boy problems, you're wrong." She went on to explain the details of what some women do to relieve the tension. We both sat there beet red.

Chapter Eight

I just got back from aerobics when the telegram arrived and my heart started to pound. Telegrams always meant disaster, like when my father was killed. This one was no exception; my mother was going to visit a couple days while on her way back to Washington. As I read the telegram, Mrs Roberts saw the panicked expression on my face. She said, "What's wrong dear?"

My voice squeaked, "My mothers coming tomorrow. I've got to get some boy clothes."

"Now Chris, your mother will understand; I did. You look beautiful the way you are. Besides, just putting you back in men's clothes isn't going to make you a man. What if someone saw you; like a boy you went out with? No, you're going to have to meet her as a girl."

Meeting mom at the airport was not like Lee's event. When she realized it was me she looked embarrassed.

I told her the story and at first she was angry, "I told you to get a haircut last visit. I'll speak to Dean Wilcox next week and get this thing settled. Tomorrow we're getting you some boy's clothes. That Mrs. Roberts must be crazy."

"But mom, they'll take disciplinary action against the frat, maybe even take away their charter. The guy's are counting on Lee and me."

As we entered the car, she watched me modestly pull my skirt down. She said, "I guess it's all my fault, no male role model when you were young. Heaven knows, I haven't had the time. You have no idea how important my role as a Senator's wife is to the state."

I wanted to explain all the circumstances, but she just wanted to take the blame; at least she wasn't mad at me.

Back at the hotel, as we walked to the room, a young sexy girl in a seductive mini-skirt swayed through the lobby. I yelled, "Lee, over here, come meet my mother."

A little moan escaped mom's lips.

My mother and Mrs. Roberts had a long private talk and when they finished, Mom called me in. "Come here, dear," she said in a compassionate tone. "You've had a rough time lately."

"After talking to Mrs. Roberts, I see you are better off

this way, what with your figure and all. Your new clothes do seem to fit very well. Next week, I'm going to call that doctor and find out what we can do about your figure."

That night, after dinner we went to the disco. Mom watched me dance in my new white linen dress that barely reached my knees. She turned to Mrs. Roberts and whispered something, then turned and smiled. A moment later, a gentleman asked her to dance and soon we all were out on the dance floor swinging to the band. We all laughed and giggled like a bunch of school girls.

The next day, we laid out by the pool. Mom looked me over, from the smooth front of my bikini bottom to my full round hips, and long legs to my very evident full breasts. Amazed by the shape of my body, mom whispered, "Why did you do this to yourself? You're not wearing any padding, are you Chris?"

"No mom." I shyly blushed. "The clothes do fit better...I mean...it's summer and hot and all."

"They are attractive," she added, "But I foresee you having some problems because of them later. You have become quite a beautiful young lady; I doubt if you're going to be able to fully cover those curves with boy's clothes." "Aw mom, I'm still your son. All I have to do is dress in my male clothes again and I'll be masculine again." About then, one of the twins, Jim, came over to talk to me. We chatted for a minute when my mother interrupted, "Manners?"

"Oh, mom, this is Jim. Jim this is my mom."

They talked for a minute; our conversation ending with Jim asking me to go to dinner next week. After he left, mom said, "I think he likes you, have you been out with him?"

"Only once," I blushed and told her the story.

Mom shook her head, and said, "You've become quite a sissy, haven't you? The lifestyle of a girl seems to fit you well. Do you think you can ever achieve masculinity again?" Tears came to my eyes (a feminine reaction). "I hope so. I think it's the clothes that are curtailing my masculine activities."

The next morning, mom said, "Chris, since you've developed secondary female characteristics, you might as well learn to take care of your new assets. I'm sorry I called you a sissy yesterday. That term is for effeminate men. You have been almost completely feminized. It's hard to believe; it seems natural for you, my son, to be in a dress and lingerie. You appear so feminine and innocent."