Shelly

Chapter 5: Mum steps in

Shortly afterwards we heard Mum coming up the stairs. She came in the door of Lorna's bedroom and stood there looking at us quite lovingly. But there was something else in her face that I couldn't fathom. Lorna said, "Hi, Mum," and then went unusually quiet.

Mum came over and sat down on the bed, continuing to regard us with that look so full of loving. She said, "Come here, sweetheart," took my hand and gently guided me over to Lorna's dressing table. She sat me down and began to brush my now long hair ("I like it long, Mum, it's kinda groovy and there are other boys at school with long hair.").

Mum continued brushing my hair slowly, thoroughly, giving me occasional smiles in the mirror. She reached down and picked up some hair-clips and began putting them in my hair. I heard my sister let out a little gasp and I think my mind went completely blank, I couldn't move or speak. All I could do was watch my mother's hands moving gently over my hair. She opened one of the drawers and selected two ribbons. Still using the brush and drawing out strands of hair, she tied one of the ribbons in my hair and then the other. Lorna hadn't moved or spoken, but now I heard her make another slight gasp.

Mum had one hand resting lightly on my back while she poked about unhurriedly among the clutter of make-up items on the table. She selected a lipstick, turned my face toward her and said, "Pucker". I responded automatically. She gently applied the lipstick and I distributed it with practised ease. She looked me full in the face and smiled.

"Stand up, sweetheart," and I did so on legs that felt like they were in splints.

She was studying my face and hair. Then said, "A suitable outfit please, Lorna".

With her arm resting on my shoulder, Mum turned to look at the clothes Lorna was laying on the bed. "This is one of her favourites, Mum," said my sister her voice trembling a little.

"Very nice," Mum responded then turned to me. "Arms up sweetie, let's be careful not to mess your hair."

She drew my sloppy t-shirt off me and tossed it on the floor. She nodded towards my jeans and said "Off, please."

I removed my jeans and stood almost at attention in nothing but my underpants (Lorna and I usually went barefoot inside the house). Mum glanced at the clothes on the bed and said, "Surely, she doesn't wear those awful things," she indicated my undies with a wave of her hand.

"No, Mum," Lorna jumped up, got a pair of panties out of her drawer and handed them to her.

Mum passed the panties to me and said, "Change, please".

I dropped my undies and pulled on the panties. My small penis so shrivelled with fright that it made only the merest bump in the front of the panties. Mum looked at the clothes on the bed again and said, "Doesn't she wear a bra?"

"None of mine fit, Mum, we tried. We even tried one of Kate's." Lorna seemed to be relaxing, but I wasn't.

"Okay, bring me one of your old training bras, please dear."

Mum hooked the bra Lorna handed her over my arms. She went to the dressing table and returned with a thin ribbon. With deft fingers she somehow joined the narrow gap between the two ends of the bra at my back.

"Crude, but it will do for the moment, Bring me another two pair of panties, please Lorna dear."

Then suddenly I had a pair of small but distinct breasts. Mum drew the sleeveless linen blouse over my arms and buttoned it up at the back. "Better?" she inquired of Lorna.

"Oh, yes much. Her boobs break the line and it hangs much better."

You might have noticed that they both kept referring to me as a girl, her, she, etc. Strangely, I don't think I was aware of it at the time.

Lorna handed me the mini-skirt and I put it on like an automation with my mind still numb.

"These are the only shoes that fit her," said my sister holding out two pairs. "The ones with a bit of a heel, I think," Mum responded.

Fully dressed as a girl, I stood rather stiffly in front of my mother and sister. "Beautiful. What name are you calling yourself, sweetheart?" Mum asked.

My mouth wouldn't work properly and I stood there like a drowning goldfish for some moments.

"Shelly," whispered Lorna quietly.

Mum understood instantly. "Micky, Michele, to Shelly. I like it."