36--MOTHER'S NEW DAUGHTER

I blurted out, "You hate looking like a girl?"

The blonde Kim looked into a mirror and posed to show off his curvaceous figure. "Sometimes," he said, combing through the long golden hair cascading about his shoulders. "Look at your friend. Sidney, right? He makes a very cute girl and his face and hair are cosmetically perfect. But there's always something more to do. Little things." He pulled back his shoulders allowing his breasts to show prominently. "It's little things at first...before you know it, you are too feminine to be a boy anymore. You react like a girl and..."

I tried not to stare, but it was clear that he was proud of his figure and enjoyed showing it off. "And WHAT?" Sidney asked breathlessly. Neither one of us could take our eyes off Kim's beautiful body.

"You become a girl. I used to have a girlfriend and she loved dressing me up. We'd go out like two girls. It was so much fun, but then I wanted to be a bit more curved," he sighed.

"Female hormones?" Sidney asked.

"Just to soften my skin," he confessed, "but once I rounded out a bit, I was hooked. Now look at me. I'm a 'girlfriend' now. Turning to me, Kim said, "You'd make a very pretty girl. With a little work, you could be as pretty as Sidney! I love your hair!"

"Boys just don't become girls," I stated before I realized whom I was talking to.

"Honey," Kim smiled and put his hand sexily on his hip. "Obviously some do! Some of the most beautiful girls in this city used to be boys. Some of the richest men in town are married to..."

"Boys?"

It was so matter of fact and there was a pride in the way he announced it. He went on, "Now I have this little shop. I love helping mixed up guys develop into a lovely and charming girls. What we lose in masculinity, we more than make up in femininity."

"It's more fun than you could ever dream," Sidney said as Kim went about helping him.

It was obvious that Kim knew about clothes, hairstyles, make up, and "what it took" for a boy to look, and more importantly, feel "feminine".

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Kim proudly presented himself as "completely feminine." I watched his every move and what he delighted in. With an assortment of "control garments" on the counter, Sidney said, "I have one of these."

"This? My poor, poor boy," Kim stated, shaking his head. "You haven't lived until you've worn one of my new model gaffs for a month or two."

"Lived," I moaned under my breath.

Kim turned away and talked to Sidney. "The idea is for your secret to stay SECRET! These aren't like some girdle that you just wear when you go out. These are a process in which you train your privates to stay hidden away. They're tight, restrictive, and confining, but in a month or two.. With that, Kim pulled up his tight skirt and showed Sidney the most delicate pair of panties. "I'm only wearing panties."

"No!" gasped Sidney.

Kim smiled, holding what looked like a tube of toothpaste, "It's a combination of the garment and a special cream. After two months, you can go a day or two without anything showing. It's like wearing braces and a retainer on your teeth. At first, you have to keep the retainer on, but after a while, the teeth stay where they belong."

Sidney looked worried. "I want it, but I should talk to my mother..."

"You could surprise her," Kim said, sensing a sale. "I had one boy who bought it and in two months went to his mother and nonchalantly asked if he could borrow some of her panties which now fit him properly!"

"WOW!" Sidney said, still thinking. "Mother knew I was going to buy something for figure control..."

Kim rambled on, "I just love wearing panties all the time. Getting trained is one of the things a boy has to contend with if he really wants to feel right in girl's clothes."

"I don't know. What would mother say?"

Kim lifted his skirt again and ran his hand over his smooth, pantied bottom. "It's up to you, but once you've trained it and are wearing frilly little panties, you'll thank me. It's just part of feeling like a lady."

Kim picked out one of the particularly restrictive looking garments and a tube of cream.