68-MOTHER'S NEW DAUGHTER

UPS running late."

I was expecting a few things I ordered from that place in New York, so I swished to the door and opened it. There with eyes as big as silver dollars was my old friend Randy and another guy from the neighborhood.

"I saw the car was back and..." Randy stammered like he was at the wrong house. "Is that you Jesse?"

"Invite your friends in," mother said as she came up behind me. She pulled me out of the door and motioned for the two boys to come in. "Get your friends a soda and some of those cookies you baked yesterday."

They couldn't take their eyes off me and my skirted bottom. When I returned, mother was saying, "...so that's why Jesse is going to be a girl. We both felt it was better to be a girl than a effeminate boy."

They looked at me when I entered and politely nodded. Randy finally agreed as he bit into one of my cookies, "You always were wimpy. Hey, these are pretty good."

"You should try his apple pie!" mother beamed. "Jesse's also learned to sew. That's my dress that he altered to fit himself. Stand up and show the boys, dear."

I glared at mother, but got up and removed my apron. I blushed, but did a slow pirouette. When I got around, both boys were staring at my prominent bosom.

"Eat up boys!" mother announced. "Our dinner is nearly ready. You boys can come back anytime. Maybe you'd like to take Jesse to a movie or something?"

"We've got to go,” Randy announced. I was in tears as they nearly ran out of the house. "They are going to tell everyone!" I cried.

"That will save a lot of time," she answered calmly. “You have nothing to hide now."

After that, everyone knew about me, so I was stuck as a girl. I went out often, especially when Sidney was around. Sidney didn't mind being seen with me. Besides my dressing was "special" when Sidney was around to share with.

I think Mother still was deeply unsure and in general disapproved of boys dressing like girls, but she never really objected. After all, this whole thing had been her idea.

One thing for sure, we are closer than ever. If you were

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a fly on the wall, looking into my beautifully appointed, feminine dressing room, you would see two ladies dressing for the evening. Are they sisters? Girl friends? No one would believe that they are mother and son!

Mother realized that she had let herself go. She lost weight, dressed younger and had a bit of plastic surgery. And decided to go blonde again!

It took months for mother to convince me to go blonde. At first I was rather hesitant, but gradually I began to come around to her way of thinking.

On my birthday, mother surprised me with an appointment at Pat's hair salon to have my hair done.

We both entered the busy mid-day salon together hand in hand. "Oh my," Pat announced, "You have come a long way! You are both down for blonding today. You are going to be absolutely gorgeous!"

We took our seats in our pink salon gowns. Mother took my hand as Pat introduced me to her new assistant, Erica, a tall very shapely blonde with a long bob style. She was wearing a tight, very clingy white mini dress uniform and sheer white pantyhose.

She began fingering my light brown hair, lifting it first this way and that. "How light do you want her?" she asked Pat.

Pat brought out hair color samples and matched them to our coloring. "Here's your choices," she said holding up three hair swatches. Mother whispered naughtily, "I would love to go all the way. As light as possible, but I want to be the same shade as Jesse."

I looked at the color swatch. It said, "California pale blonde." "That's the one for me!" I announced.

While Erica was mixing the bleach, mother and I kept looking at each other.

"Don't worry," mother said, noticing my apprehension,

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