52MOTHER'S NEW DAUGHTER

secret! Your hips are wide enough to look nice in a bikini. All you need is a little cleavage."

Then I did something that I would never have done before----I burst into tears! The strain was beginning to tell. Had our mothers not been shopping, my mother would have forced me to end my girlish existence right then and there.

Sidney told me, "Stop your whimpering...you're acting like a baby. We are mature young women. I'll show you how it's done!"

He pulled out the gaffs and our bikinis. He told me to take off my clothes, shave off any unsightly body hair, and put on the gaff and bikini bottom.

I followed his instructions. "Now you see it, and then you don't!" he joked. A few minutes later, I was standing in front of him again. By then, Sidney had on his bikini bottoms too and had some adhesive tape and the silicone jelly-like pads I had come to treasure.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He smiled, "You'll see. Now take the palms of your hands and push your pectoral muscles in and up."

When I did this, a desirable amount of cleavage suddenly appeared from nowhere. I was surprised, but quickly saddened. "I can't go around with my hands in my bikini top all day!"

Before I realized what was happening, Sidney taped my chest. He told me to let go, and Presto! Do it yourself cleavage! He helped me into my underwire bra top and fastened the strap behind me. He cleverly placed my bust pads in a strategic location to push even more flesh up.

I realized Sidney had done it again! I now had full looking breasts that bounced, jiggled, and were partially exposed to the eyes of the beholder.

Sidney went about the same process and was quickly sporting a mature bosom himself. His chest was much more fleshy than mine, I assumed from the years of wearing a brassiere.

"See how easy!" he said doing a pirouette to show off his girlish figure. "Let's do our hair up and get to the beach before the sun is all gone!"

I was exhilarated and euphoric, but still scared. Sidney

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couldn't wait to get down to the beach.

"Hold it," I said as I put my hair up. "Maybe I should wait for mother...get her opinion."

"Ooh. She needs her mommy's permission to leave the house!" he teased. "Com' on! Just freshen your makeup and let's go enjoy the sun and sand."

"Okay," I said reluctantly, still studying my figure for any flaw.

Sidney gave me my mother's sunglasses. "The pointed, sparkled edges look real cute with your hair-do. When we get to the beach. . .would you mind re-painting my toenails? You know how it is."

"Yeah, I know."

There wasn't much day left by the time we got to the beach. Just enough sunshine to paint our toes and get them wet in the surf.

Later, when I was presented to Mom in my bikini, she was overwhelmed by my new appearance. "Oh my," she gasped, "I didn't think you'd actually go out like that. That's why I bought you a couple of these." She opened a bag and pulled out three mother/daughter flowered muumuus--Short Hawaiian dresses that were very sexy and cool to wear. "They're the same," she added.

"I see that," I said.

"Sidney's mother got him a couple too," she said checking out my figure. "I never thought we'd be wearing matching dresses...but then again, I never thought you'd look that good in a bikini."

Sidney was thrilled with the mother/daughter dresses. "They make me feel so close to my mother----like I might grow up to be like her."

That gave my mother a worried look. She was suddenly afraid that I might end up like Sidney. For the next couple days, every little thing frazzled her nerves and shortened her patience. "Be careful," she must have said fifty times a day. "Are you sure you want to go to the beach like that?" she asked.

"It's a swimsuit and that's the beach," I sarcastically answered.

I disregarded her warnings with a shrug. I was not to be stopped! In just a few days, I had the beginnings of a