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the shoulder. Now the apron was pulled on again and it fit smoothly, sliding over the satin easily.

He had to bend forward while his mother helped him guide his arms into the sleeves and helped maneuver the yoke over his rollercovered head. She then stepped behind him to pull up the zipper at the back of the skirt. Mrs. Taylor moved back to take in the complete image of her son. She couldn't help but smile because she almost couldn't see any of her "son"!

What appeared to be a young woman, with her hair up in curlers, wearing a white jumper style dress over a pretty satin, yellow blouse, now stood in front of her.

"I must look really stupid," Alan said as he held out the skirt from his legs with his fingers.

"You look very nice. And efficient, as Mrs. Richardson likes to say. The only thing that looks a little...well, silly perhaps, is your socks."

Alan looked down trying to see his feet beneath the bell of his skirt. Dark, wooly socks contrasted with the white and yellow of his outfit. Without thinking Alan said, "Yeah. They do look funny," his mother pounced on the opening.

"Let me get something to fix that," she replied and whisked off to her closet once again. She was gone for barely a minute when she returned. Alan could only see that she had something yellow and white in her hands. Quickly unzipping his apron again, she helped him out of it. Dropping to her knees she removed his socks, noting that his legs had only the sparsest of blond hairs. He wasn't sure what she was doing until he was asked to raise one foot so that she could put his toes into what were clearly yellow stockings!

"Mom! What are those?!"

"These are just the other parts of this uniform. Oh, don't be such a chicken. It will be very comfortable and will certainly complete the neat look. Besides, I bet you can't do your work without running the stockings?"

Always one for a bet, Alan wasn't convinced but succumbed to his mother's determination. In no time, she was pulling the yellow pantihose smoothly up over his waist. Satisfied that the hose were on without any wrinkles, she helped him in putting on the apron again. She fluffed out the skirt before kneeling once again in front of her son.

The skirt and his mother's body blocked his view of what she was doing as she reached around the back of a couch to where she had placed the other items. He felt her slipping on a shoe onto his right foot. As he balanced on that foot so that she could put the other one on he sensed that something was wrong. The shoe on his right foot had a high heel! As soon as she stepped back to look at him he craned forward to look at his feet. There he saw two slim, stockinged calves perched atop a pair of white, low-heeled pumps.

"This is going too far Mom!"

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"Com' on! for fun. You look lovely!" Mrs. Taylor beamed.

"I can't wear these shoes!"

"Why not, I have to. . .even taller ones. Those heels are only two inches high. They are part of the uniform. Good thing that you have the same size feet as me!"

"But mom...

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"Shhh! I want you to see how hard I work to keep support you,' she stated then quickly changed the topic. Taking his hand, she led him into the kitchen going on a mile a minute about what they had to clean that day. He tried to interrupt several times but she was oblivious to this and consequently he soon gave up and found himself asking questions about what to work on first.

A short time later Karen Taylor stood in the hall peering into the kitchen secretly watching her son at work. Tears of unrepressed joy were coming to her eyes as she looked upon her feminized son that appeared to be going on about his girlish chores. This was so fun.. .she was pleased!

Chapter 3

The day had gone quickly. It took Alan a while to get used to the skirt of his apron. At first he found himself always straining the hem with his calves as he tried to take his usual boyish strides. But his subconscious gradually adjusted his walk so that by noon he was taking smaller, mincing steps that were more suitable for a slim skirt and heels. His mother noticed his changed walk and admired the way his hips swivelled femininely as he walked. He was walking like a lady!

They stopped for a leisurely lunch. "I appreciate all the help you are in doing the housework dear," Mrs. Taylor stated as she looked across the table at her son.

"No problem Mum, I know you work real hard to keep us living comfortably," Alan replied, then added. "I sure feel weird though." "Weird? What do you mean?"

"Well...you know. . .look at me. I've got my hair in curlers." "Yes, but you know what a major improvement it makes in your hair don't you?" his mother interrupted.

"Sure...but look at this stuff: my top, this apron, stockings, shoes. I look like a. . ." He seemed to be struggling to say something.

"Like what dear? You're a helpful son and you've finally done something to take care of that hair of yours. You're wearing a simple housekeeping uniform to save wear and tear on your own clothes. Besides...I think you look wonderful!" His mother stated looking with deep sincerity into the boy's eyes.

His eyes seemed a little confused as he blurted, "But mom. . .I look like a girl right now!" Alan's mother could see that there was a trace of tears welling up in his eyes.

"So? Is that a sin? I see lots of women running around in men's jeans, even suits, with short hair, no make-up! I've always wondered