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"I stopped counting after a thousand," Alan replied. "I'll never use all that stuff? We'll take it back!"

"Can't. She'll be expecting you to come to work dressed in this or that. Actually you'll need these thing when you have to go into town for shopping or errands."

"Oh, yeah I forgot..."

"It's late...you go take a shower and put your hair up. I have to check your uniform for tomorrow. Good thing we bought that corselette...you'll have to wear it tomorrow."

"My hair?! I can't believe it. Why did I get that perm anyway?" Alan moaned.

"Your hair is beautiful. But we'll ask Ann if she can suggest some other hairstyles that might avoid setting. I told her about your job at the hotel and that she can try anything she would normally do on a female client, on you.'

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"Did you have to tell her?"

"Of course...you are bound to run into her in the hotel, besides, your hairdresser should be your confidante. She can help you become beautiful. Anyway, I think you should get one more thing done on our next appointment."

"What now?" He asked.

"You need to get your other ear pierced," Mrs. Taylor said bluntly. She could see the visible shudder of surprise that passed through her son.

"My other ear pierced?! Why?" Alan exclaimed. "Because most of my earrings, that is, the pieces that the uniforms are for pierced ears. Mrs. Richardson was asking this with go afternoon when you'd have it done. I told her this week at your hair appointment. C'mon, you have one ear pierced, what's the big deal? Lots of guys have two pierced ears these days." Alan was too tired to argue, so he just waved his hand in resignation and headed upstairs to complete his nightly shampoo and set ritual.

When he came back to his bedroom after his shower, with a towel his waist and another wrapped around his hair he found his mother busily arranging his new lingerie and clothes in the bureau and his closet. He did not notice the big pile of his boy's underwear and much of his other boy's clothes heaped into a couple of overflowing shopping bags.

"Here, wear this tonight. It's gorgeous!" Alan's mother said as she held up the full-length Natori nightgown in gleaming white silk. It was bias cut, with rich lace trim at the bodice and hem. Thin spaghetti straps kept the slinky garment on the wearer. Alan should have balked but he was tired and it did look very pretty. Taking the nightie he waited for his mother to turn her back while he slipped it on over his head.

It felt so cool and slippery over his clean-shaven body that it made him shiver for a second. His mother continued with her folding and arranging while her son sat at his vanity and put his long wavy hair up into hair rollers for the night.

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As she watched him separate a section of hair, comb through it, take a roller and quickly and smoothly wind the section of hair to his scalp. Then in a typically feminine manner, he took a long hairpin, opened it with his teeth and slid it into place to secure the roller. She thought, "he's definitely getting the hang of it."

Chapter 8

"Ouch! That's too tight!" Alan complained as his mother pulled the laces of his new corset in tighter.

"Nonsense. There is at least an inch to go," his mother said as she once again pulled the back laces hard. Alan felt like he was being cut in half by the stiff, pink satin constrictor. Mrs. Taylor had made Alan hold his arms high in the air and grip the frame of the doorway, then let his weight down a bit.

She instructed him to hold that pose until she was finished tying the laces. Finally, she had the back of the corset nearly closed. Alan's waist had been nipped in remarkably, while the corset pushed his hip flesh down and out.

Alan was instructed to let go and put his arms down while his mother slipped her hands down into the front of his tight bodice and pulled his loose chest flesh upwards. When his arms came down, she pulled her hands up and out. The top of the corset snapped under and up against the loose flesh of his chest. His mother smiled...she took her hands and pushed his chest flesh in toward the middle. As he grimaced in discomfort, she said excitedly, "Well, take a look! Amazing, I say!"

Alan looked in the mirror and gasped. He had a tiny-looking waistline, but even more astounding was what appeared just above the lace-embroidered top of his corset.

"Gee! I have tits!" Alan exclaimed. His chest came down smoothly from his neck until it reached near the top of the corset. There he saw two soft fleshy mounds with a little valley between them.

“། guess it was handy that you still have a little baby fat on your chest," his mother chuckled.

"Nice trick, but I can hardly breathe let alone work!" Alan gasped.

"Trust me, you'll get used to it...you might even like it!"

Below the lacy pink corset Alan was wearing a pink silk chemise so that the corset was not right against his skin. He had on a very fancy lace-trimmed pair of pink panties through which his mother was now pushing the eight ribboned garter straps through the leg openings.

"Remember that you always put garters under your panties so that you'll be able to pull them down later when you have to use the bathroom. Now, sit so that I can roll your stockings on."

"Ow, even sitting hurts my sides," Alan complained as the corset bit deeper into his hips. But his mother ignored the complaint and