56 -MY SON, THE BRIDESMAID

She decided she'd better talk to their mother about this. A pang of jealousy flashed. What if his breasts got bigger than hers? Not knowing what to do, she said, “I guess I'd better get used to having another female in the house."

"I guess so," Robin said, pleased that she recognized his new role.

The two got dressed. At first, Trish was still in shock but the infectious enthusiasm won her over. Robin had become every inch a charming feminine person, with his upswept curled hair, impeccable makeup, dazzling smile, and intimate knowledge of woman's fashion. Without much fuss, Robin quickly looked radiantly feminine with his pearl earrings, long painted fingernails, flowing hair and softly curvacious figure.

Trish decided to remain silent. Robin had not become some non-descript unisexual mutant, he had become all the things a woman should be. What could be wrong with that? Was being a woman so low? Why couldn't a boy be more like a woman?

She was actually proud of Robin.

Chapter Ten

The next day, Trish and her mother went shopping. Robin cringed when he heard her yell, "We're home from shopping and mom got you new brassieres.'

Robin had been working on a fee new designs when they came in. They both seemed to be in a frenzy from their shopping experience. Trish had gabbed, "I told mother about your figure. We both had such fun picking out a few new garments for your new figure."

Mrs. Wilkes said innocently, "Robin, you should have told me. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you're just adjusting to your clothes."

Robin looked down and admitted, "my body has changed. I've got curves now, mom. I feel like a sissy sometimes."

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"There, there," his mother comforted. "Let me see." Mrs. Wilkes about swooned when she saw her son's soft rounded curves. His previously flat chest bulged outward, his smooth nipples hardening into erect cones from the exposure. Trish was right, his soft mounds were too big and inadequately held in by his A cup bra. "Oh, honey," she said, "It's a good thing we got you these. You are growing into a beautiful woman."

They pulled out several new brassieres in pastel colors. Robin first noticed the cups were much bigger and was even more surprised when his creamy bulbs of flesh pressed tightly against the cups. He squirmed at the realization.

That night, Stacy came over and they all went to dinner at a swank restaurant. To Robin's embarrassment, Stacy showed up early and wanted to watch him get dressed. "Trish said I might even learn something," Stacy giggled.

But Robin avoided her until he was dressed. He wore a white chiffon evening dress with spaghetti straps supporting a low cut neckline. Both Trish and Stacy watched as Robin did his hair. Aware they were watching, he pulled his hair back from his face and held it on top of his head with a wide barrette. He then took a round styling brush and blew out his bangs to one side, tugging a few wisps over his forehead. He finished with just the right amount of hair spray to lock in the style giving him a delightful coquettish look.

"Oh, my," Stacy said to Trish. "That's so cute! He knows more about being a girl than I do."

Robin blushed at this attractive girl's observation. Stacy giggled and asked Robin, "would you do mine?"

Stacy sat down at the mirror and took her long hair out of a ponytail. Robin asked, "what do you want me to do?" "Make it sexy like yours!" Stacy said.

Robin dexterously took her hair and with spritz and spray finger styled it into sexy waves. He then pulled up one side and hooked it up high on her crown with a clip. He then teased the uplifted crown and let it spill over the opposite side in sexy curls.

Robin found himself extremely conscious of Stacy's inquisitive glare. "There you go," he said.