38-MY SON, THE BRIDESMAID

fatty flesh to return to its normal position, but instead it now bunched up above the top of the corset.

Robin looked in the mirror and saw his feminized figure with all his chest pudginess pushed up and out. He could not suppress the involuntary thrills that ran through his body. Breasts! He had never comprehended how delightful they could be!

"Very good... I think that you'll have very nice titties for tonight. Here, slip your arms through," she said as she held out the black brassiere for him to put on. She had the straps fastened in a jiffy, then returned to face her brother. Putting her hands, one at a time into each of his bra cups, she further pulled the flesh of his chest into the heavily underwired and lightly-padded cups.

"There! What do you think of that?!" Trish boasted. Awesome... unbelievable, were the thoughts that came to Robin's mind. He had worn a bra before, and had seen how his chest stuck out beneath his clothes... but here... it was just a bra... and his chest not only stuck out, but threatened to spill over the now amply filled cups. Between the corset, Trish's massaging and manipulation of his chest's fatty tissue, and the firm underwire of the bra cups... he looked for all the world like he had full, at least B-cup, feminine breasts.

The cleavage was very prominent and he knew that in his dress, it would attract the eye of any red-blooded male. Did that thought scare him? He was confused-maybe thrilled, but unsure of how he should interpret his reactions.

grin.

"Gee... I'm 'stacked"!" he exclaimed with a comical

"You sure are. My brother has tits!" His sister confirmed. "You have enough fat on your chest to really create a good illusion. Trust me, we girls have been learning how to affect just such an illusion for centuries."

"Oh, so that's illusion, is it?" Robin teased as he looked at Trish's own well defined cleavage.

"Hah, Hah... I've grown up lucky and haven't had to fake 'tits' since high school," she retorted with mock anger at his 'insult'. Turning it around she added, "Trust me, having tits is wonderful. They're addictive."

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Just as the two siblings were finishing their little lingerie strut before the mirror, their mother entered the room and admonished, "Come on, kids, there's no time for playing around. Well, I must say Robin, you're showing quite a breathtaking figure for a young boy," she added when she got a good look at her boy-child's new 'bosom'.

"It's the wonder of feminine illusion according to Trish here...she says she's been doing it for years," Robin replied, now proud of the figure he was presenting, and once again taking a good-natured jab at his sister.

Robin and Trish didn't notice the look of deep thought that crossed their mother's face briefly, as she stared at her son's apparently feminine breasts. What really jolted her when she saw the success of the corset and underwire brassiere in creating the illusion of female breasts on her son, was the thought of 'what if they could be real'!

Several years ago Evelyn Wilkes had undergone a complete hysterectomy when 'female troubles' became a threat to her health. The doctors had prescribed an ongoing estrogen-replacement program for her. Estrogen... the female hormones... the little pills that she took every day to provide the female hormones that her body could not produce adequately on its own. Hmmmm... Robin routinely had a multi-vitamin with breakfast each day. Should she... or shouldn't she?

Mrs. Wilkes watched while her two children stood adjusting each others' full black slips. These were especially beautiful slips with rich black lace along the hems and bosom. Their black-stockinged legs showed the smoothly-shaven skin faintly glowing through the sheer material. Identical as they were, their mother couldn't help but notice that her son's legs looked even better than her daughters.

"It's time to do our makeup," declared Trish, leading her brother to her makeup table. To everyone's surprise, Robin suggested, "I think I can do my own."

"Well...aren't we the enterprising one? Who taught you?" questioned his sister. Robin looked at his mother, smiled, then said in a girlishly high voice, "Let's just say I watched Mom do it for me and paid attention." With that,