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It was after seven when Janet got home. She was pleasantly surprised to see Leslie in a different outfit and with different makeup on.

“Hi Leslie, that dress looks good on you. Stand up and give me a twirl.”

Leslie stood and did a full 360.

“Did you do your own makeup?”

“Yeah, it’s not as good is it?”

“No it isn’t, but hey, that was your first try, right?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Then it is excellent. Did you have another cry?”

“Yes, I was looking for a picture of Mom wearing this dress. I remembered taking the picture. I just started crying when I saw all of the other pictures.”

“It’s alright to cry, sweetie. Everybody needs to do it; it relieves stress. As long as it is a good cry.”

“What is a good cry?”

“It’s hard to explain, crying over a loss like yours is good, as long as crying doesn’t dominate your life. Crying and wasting away, are not good. If you cried all day, every day, about your mom a month from now, then crying is dominating your life. That is not good.”

“SO, what did you get me, Aunty?” Leslie asked, seeing the shopping bags she had.

“Who said it was for you, Miss smarty pants?”

“I just figured that it was, since we are going out tomorrow and right now, I cut a less than perfect image as a girl,” Leslie said, indicating her nonexistent cleavage.

“You are too smart. Yes, I thought about that. If we go shopping for clothes, which most girls your age do religiously, then yes, you need something. So let’s go to Melissa’s room again.”

Once there, she said, “I know this will be embarrassing, but I need you to take all of your clothes off again and lie down on the bed.”

Janet had to help him with the merry widow; it was tight and had a lot of hooks in the back.

Once he had gotten undressed and had lain down, Janet took an alcohol prep pad and cleaned his chest. She placed one breast form on his chest and moved it around till she had it placed just right. She made a few marks on his chest. She then put adhesive on the backside of the breast form and let it set for a minute. She then carefully positioned the breast form on his chest and pressed down on it. She then went to work on the other one, matching its position closely. She then worked with the seams where the breast forms met his skin, making sure they were firmly in place and barely visible.

“Just lay there for five minutes to let the adhesive do its job.”

“Did they have to be so big?”

“They are the same size as your mother’s breasts. You will be able to wear her bras. She has some really nice things.”

They then went to the bathroom, where Janet hooked up an air brush; the store she had gotten the breast forms from had some semi-permanent makeup. She did an airbrush job on the breast forms, to match Leslie’s natural skin tones and feathered the makeup at the edges of the breast forms. She was pleased with her work. Leslie’s breast looked very natural, just like any girls’ breasts. She changed colors and then darkened the areolas a bit. She used an extra fine spray and built up the color slowly to a medium mauve, which was close to what she and her sister’s areolas were.

Leslie’s eyes got really big as he looked at her girl’s. He had only seen what a few pictures of what a girl’s breasts looked like a few times, in an educational film and a few other places he couldn’t remember, he wasn’t an expert but his breasts looked as natural as any he had seen.

“They look so real.”

“Yes they do, I bought them because they looked so natural.”

Janet had him stand there till she was certain that the makeup had dried and the color had set.

“Now I would like for you to wear a corset tonight, so we can get your waist down a little bit more.”

“I know, I was a little big for some of my Mom’s clothes in the waist. I tried to put some of her skirts on.”

“Your mom had a twenty-six inch waist, she was proud of it. I could probably get you into them, but you might pop a button or two. Your Mom didn’t need one, but I got a couple of corsets for you.”

Janet pulled a couple of really fancy corsets. One was a blue silk brocade, over the bust confection, and a white satin under the bust corset. Janet unhooked the blue corset and stretched out all the lacing. She first measured Leslie’s waist. Leslie was down to twenty-nine inches.

“Wearing that merry widow has taken an inch off your waist.”

“Really?”

“It’s just temporary, but yes this corset will take more off. You ready?”

“I guess. That blue one is really pretty.”

Janet put the blue corset around Leslie’s waist, hooked the busk, and began tightening the corset. Leslie took its abuse stoically, as it got tighter and tighter. After the third pass, she tied it off and measured his waist.

“You are down to twenty-six and a half inches; just relax for a bit, once the corset stretches out, I will tighten the corset some more and take off another half inch.”

“I am finding it a little hard to breathe in this thing.”

“That’s understandable, women who wore those in the Victorian age often suffered from vapors, of course their corsets were much tighter. Just breathe short shallow breaths. You will get used to it in a bit. Breath with your chest.”

Janet then rolled the stockings on his legs and then handed him a panty gaff and told him how to use it. He had to sit to put it on and lay back as he arranged himself. Leslie then raised his hips to pull it up. He then stepped into the black pumps, which he spent most of the day in.

“You look so much like my sister, your Mom that it hurts. You are just so beautiful Leslie.”

“You are beautiful too, Aunt Janet. I have always admired the way you and Mom looked.”
Janet couldn’t help it; she just had to hug this wonderful creature.

“Your Mom was so proud of you Leslie. She used to call me all the time and tell me what you were up to and how she loved you so.”

“She always told me and showed me, that she loved me, Aunty. I will miss her, but I know she would want me to go on and live my life fully.”

“You don’t have to do this Leslie; you can stop whenever you want to.”

“I know, but it has been kind of fun, do you mind if I continue doing this for a while.”

“You can do whatever you want too, Leslie. You just need to be a guy when we sign you out of school on Thursday.”

Janet tightened Leslie’s corset a bit more; then she helped him into the night gown and robe, he had worn this morning.

“I am hungry; I waited for you to eat, because I don’t want to eat alone right now.”

“Alright Baby, let’s go eat.”

Janet followed Leslie out of her sister’s room. She couldn’t believe how graceful Leslie walked. He could grace a catwalk walking like that. His hips had a sexy wiggle that wasn’t overdone, like you see on some comedies.

They had plenty of food left over from the wake that had to be eaten soon. Janet looked at everything in the refrigerator. A lot of what was left over would have to be thrown away soon. Janet made two small salads and a couple of sliced turkey sandwiches. She set them on the table along with a couple of cokes. They ate and talked. Janet asked whether he wanted to keep the apartment, since they were moving out west.

“Originally, I thought I might like to keep it, but I am going to be with you for a minimum of two years, probably longer, if you let me.”

“You can stay with me as long as you like, Leslie. It will be good having somebody to keep me company. I have been so lonely living by myself. I say this with all my heart ‘mi casa es su casa’ for as long as you like.”

“Alright, so we will need to put this place up for sale.”

“I will call a broker on Monday, Leslie.”

“What is San Francisco like?”

It’s like any other place, sweetie. It has its good points and its bad points. It is a little more accepting than many areas. It has a lot of steep hills…”

“And earthquakes…”

“Yes we have quakes. Most we don’t even feel. Some do shake things up a bit. My home is well built, especially after the last big quake, The Loma Prieta quake, shook us up pretty good, and yes we are still looking for the big one, but I wouldn’t trade my home there for one in any other place.

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Leslie awoke at five-thirty Saturday. Janet had taken off his makeup and heels, and then rolled his hair up on some prickly brush rollers; before he had lain down to go to sleep. He felt wonderful and horrible. He loved the feel of the night gown and stockings, but Janet had only slightly loosened the corset slightly last night. It was hard for him to sit up, not being able to bend at the waist, but with some effort, he got up into a sitting position. He stood and found his feet were a little sore from the heels and made his way to the bathroom. He sat and did both of his businesses.

Afterwards he looked at himself in the mirror. He could see nothing of the boy he was, from his blond hair in curlers, his crystal blue eyes, the curves of his breasts, the narrow waist and shapely legs; everything reminded him of his Mom at a younger age. He loved the corset, absentmindedly he imagined he and Amanda standing there in identical lingerie. He blushed and wondered where that thought came from, but then again, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it.

He turned looked over his shoulder into the mirror and saw how the laces were done. He reached back and managed to pull the knot loose. He then worked some slack into the corset laces, so that he could un-hook the busk. With the corset off, he giggled, as he could still see the impression it left. There were two crescents beneath his faux breasts and he could see where all the edges and where every stay had been. His back even showed the crisscross pattern from the lacing. Leslie’s gaze went lower; he was almost surprised to see the only vestige of masculinity in front of him. It looked strange and out of place to him, more so than the breasts on his chest.

Leslie then began to fill the tub. He added some of the bath salts; he liked the way his skin felt after his last bath. The warm water ignited a bloom of fragrances that filled the bathroom. He had to slowly step in the tub, as it was warmer than he had expected. As he sat down, he luxuriated in the warmth of the water and the fragrance heightened his senses. He had always been a shower kind of guy, only taking a bath when he pulled a muscle, or hurt his back. He might have to rethink that though, as he just relaxed.

There was a light knock on the door, about twenty minutes after he had begun his bath. Aunt Janet opened the door and stuck her head in.

“Good, you got undressed and you are taking a bath, not good that you aren’t wearing a shower cap. I will have to blow dry your hair, it is so humid in here.”

“Morning Aunty,”

“Morning Baby, how are you?”

“I’m alright, just relaxing.”

“When you’re ready I’ll have some clothes ready for you.”

“I’m about ready. I’m starting to turn into a prune, I think.”

Leslie stood in the tepid bath and grabbed a towel. He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around himself just above his faux chest. He had seen girls do that in the movies. Walking into his Mom’s room, he saw his Aunt, dressed in a robe, getting some things ready.

“Ok sweetie, go ahead and drop the towel.”

Leslie did as she asked. She also took off her robe. Leslie saw that all his Aunt wore, were a pair of blue bikini panties. This was the first time he had seen her half naked.

“Here is how a woman puts on her bra,” she demonstrated. She stuck her arms through the straps and pulled it towards her chest. She leaned forward and pulled the bottom of the bra down and then towards her chest, making sure her breasts were in the cups. Janet then found the hooks with one hand and the set of eyes she wanted with the other. She then brought her hands together behind her back clipping the ends together, before adjusting the way the bra fit.

Leslie had seen that again on TV, they hadn’t shown the girls breasts, but they did show her hooking her bra. Janet then handed him a bra to put on. Leslie picked up a white lace bra and just copied what he had seen his Aunt do. He got his faux breasts into the cups, but found that hooking the bra behind him, more than a little challenging, the first time. It took him a couple of minutes to accomplish. Janet then had him redo it a couple of times. The second time he was a lot faster and by the fifth time it only took about ten seconds longer than his Aunt had taken.

“Very good and now put your gaff on.”

He had used the gaff the day before and had lain back on the bed to do it. He knew that if he was going out, he wouldn’t have a bed handy, so he tried doing it standing. It hurt a little, as he massaged his testicles up into him and pulling up the gaff, without everything falling out of place, but after a couple of tries he was able to accomplish his task. He then adjusted the garment while looking in a mirror. With that last incongruity out of the way, he saw a narrow hipped girl, who looked cute. His waist had expanded a bit, but was still narrower than a couple of days ago. The gaff was plain and more like a thong, so his Aunt had him put on a pair of white lace panties.

Janet then handed him the white satin corset and then talked him through putting it on and tightening it. This corset fit just under the breasts, down to the tops of his hips. He wrapped it around his waist, after stretching out the laces and hooking up the busk. He then adjusted how the corset set, puling it down a little more over his hips.

“Alright, stand with your back to the mirror and look over your shoulder,” she said. She then showed him how to find the middle and pull those laces out to form wings. “Now with one hand, hold the wings in front of you. You have over X’s and under X’s. Start with the bottom most over X and pull it. Then move to the next over X and pull out the slack, then with your other hand, pull the wings to take out that slack. Then start from the top down, the same way. It may take several passes to get you down to where you need to be.”
It felt strange tightening himself in the corset, but not in a bad way. After the second pass, Janet measured his waist.

“Just a little bit tighter, Baby.”

After a third pass, his waist was down to twenty-five and three fourths of an inch. She then talked him through tying it off. It wasn’t much different than tying an apron on. He had done that before, helping his Mom when she was baking in the kitchen. The image in the mirror was much more girly now and her posture was very good. He hadn’t told his Mom or his Aunt, but he often suffered from mild back pain, since he crashed his bike, on a slick road and the one thing he now noticed was, it felt good wearing the corset.

He then rolled a pair of stockings on, connecting them to the tabs, after threading the straps through his panties and gaff. He then put on a padded brief and now all his curves were in place.

Janet then pulled out a pair of heels; they were black and white, saddle ox shoes, with a three inch heel. The heel cup, pointed toe box, top piping and grommet reinforcement, were a patent black, the sides and the shoelaces, were white. It was sort of like a schoolgirl fetish shoes, but not as extreme. Janet slipped them on Leslie’s feet and laced them up. These shoes were a little longer and a tad wider than his Mom’s shoes and fit his feet a whole lot better.

He then put on the black tweed mini-skirt, white silk/cotton blend blouse and a black satin vest. The skirt came to mid-thigh and had three gold chains at the waist. The blouse had sleeves that barley hung past the elbow. Janet adjusted the back of the vest and completed the look with three long beaded necklaces (one red, one white and one blue), a half a dozen bangles on his right arm and a charm bracelet on his left arm.

Janet then had him sit at the vanity. She did his makeup as appropriate for a sixteen-year old girl, which was pushing her parents just a little. She used the hair dryer on his hair a bit and then unrolled it.

“Your hair absorbed a bit of humidity while you took your bath. I had to dry it, otherwise your hairstyle would start drooping too early. You have lovely hair, Leslie. So much like your Mom’s.”

“I know she encouraged me to wear it longer. Dad didn’t mind it being longer. She just loved brushing and playing with it; it felt so good when she did it. When I was nervous or upset, she would sit me down and brush it till I relaxed. She taught me how to take good care of it.”

“She and I used to love brushing each other’s hair when we were young girls. My big sister taught me how to take care of my hair too.”

When Janet finished styling Leslie’s hair, she escorted him to the full length mirror. Leslie’s mouth hung open. There, standing next to his Aunt, was a school girl his age. He looked no different from dozens of other girls at his school. More than that, though, he saw his Mom when she was sixteen.

“Let me get dressed and we will get some breakfast.”

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Janet went to her room to dress, leaving Leslie looking at himself. She thought about what she was going to wear. She had thought about dressing in mom mode. You know, how mothers dress, when they have a pretty teenage girl to compete with. Or she could dress as an older sister to Leslie. Instead, she decided to dress as a fashionable young Aunt. That’s what she was after all. She had gotten use to dressing for business, in skirted suits and such.

Looking at her wardrobe, she chose a gray, scoop necked top, an almost knee length, floral print skirt and an off black blazer, to which she added a pair of off black pantyhose, black pumps and a bit of jewelry. She looked mature, yet flirty.

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After they ate breakfast, Janet got one of her sister’s purses, a shiny black, Dior flap handbag with a long gold chain and filled it for Leslie. She included many things a girl needs, makeup, tissues, keys, wallet, tampons and Leslie’s cell phone.

“Ok Leslie, for this to work today, you have to think girl… no more than that, you have to be a girl. In your head, everything you think and do, has to be things a girl thinks and does,”

“You mean, I have to act kinda spacey, like I had a frontal lobotomy,” Leslie said, giggling.

Janet punched Leslie lightly on the arm, “Smartass. You know what I mean.”

“Oww, that hurt,” Leslie said, trying to keep from laughing. He failed, actually they both failed. Both of them broke out in laughter and wound up hugging each other for support.

“Oh it feels good, laughing and hugging you like this, Aunty.”

“I know. I like this too.”

Their reverie was broken up, by the phone ringing. They both dried their eyes before their makeup got ruined and Janet answered the phone.

“Hello,” Janet said.

“Hello, this is Amanda,”

“Hello Amanda, we are ready and waiting for you.”

“Can you guys come by and pick me up? My Mom kinda wants to meet you?”

“That’s not an unreasonable request; we will be there in about twenty-five minutes,”

“Okay bye, see ya in a bit.”

“Bye,”

Janet hung up the phone grabbed her handbag and turned to Leslie, “Amanda wants us to pick her up. Her parents want to meet us. They don’t know you’re a boy do they?”

“No, I haven’t met them, I know Amanda from school and she had come over here with a group of girls once, when they were having a band drive, or something.”

“Good, and now what are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Say, I am a girl.”

“I am a girl.”

“Now say it like you believe it.”

“I… am… a… girl!” Leslie said, with feeling.

“Good, grab your purse and let’s go, girl.”

Leslie grabbed her purse and put it over her right shoulder; she held the front chain in her right hand and followed her aunt out the door. Repeating in her mind over and over again, I am Leslie Brooke and I am a girl. Leslie felt something shift in her mind, she was now a girl in her mind, but that was alright, since she was a ‘girl’. She thought about how the girls her age acted and stood a little straighter and thrust out her chest a bit more. “I am Leslie Brooke and I am a girl,” Leslie said, in barely a whisper, as they headed out the door.

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The apartment building they came to, was every bit as nice as the one Leslie lived in, although it hadn’t gone condo. Amanda lived on the fourth floor. The doorman opened the door for the ladies and tipped his hat to them, as they approached the door. Janet and Leslie both smiled and thanked the man. Unconsciously, Leslie fluttered her eyelashes at him, causing him to blush. He was so use to being ignored, unless he had done something that displeased one of the residents. He found that he liked these ladies so he returned their smile.

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Janet knocked on the door to Amanda’s apartment. A smartly dressed lady in her early forties answered it, smiling. “Hello, I am Gloria West, Amanda’s Mom and you are?”

“I am Janet Blain and this is my niece, Leslie Brooke.”

“Please come on in and make yourself at home for a bit. I always like to meet the people Amanda will be staying with, before my daughter goes over on a sleep over.”

Janet and Leslie barely registered any surprise at Gloria’s declaration. They would both have a little chat with Amanda later.

Amanda jumped up with a great big smile and hurried over to Leslie. She gave the girl a hug and gushed over her appearance.

“Please have a seat and let’s talk some,” Gloria said.

Amanda took Leslie’s hand and led her over to a love seat, as Gloria and Janet sat together on a couch.

The adults sat and talked, while the girls ran on talking about a hundred different things. Janet watched the girls with one eye, as she talked to Gloria. Gloria didn’t notice this, as she too watched the girls with one eye.

“So, are you going to be around the girls all the time, Janet?”

“Yes, I will be with them when we go shopping, and I will be in the condo where they are spending the night together. There will be no late night forays into the unknown for them, you can bet your last dollar on that.”

“How is Leslie taking the loss of her mother?”

“It was a little rough at first; we both cried and were morose for a bit. I have no doubt that there will be more tears though.”

“Surely, there will be. You don’t think it is too early for a sleep over do you?”

“No, I think that Amanda is just the medicine Leslie needs. She needs to see that life goes on. You know, her father died in Iraq.”

“No, I didn’t know that, so she has lost both parents.”

“Yes, four years ago for her Dad. I am amazed that she can laugh and get on already.”

“I lost my Teddy too, when Amanda was seven.”

Theodore West had been Gloria’s Teddy bear, love of her life and Amanda’s father.

“Life goes on though. We mourn when we have to and then we get on with life.”

Gloria turned to the girls, “Girls, you can have your sleepover. Why don’t you two go to Amanda’s room and get her things?

“Thank You, Mom,” Amanda said, jumping in her seat. “Thank you, Mrs. West,” Leslie said.

The girls got up and hurried to her room.

After the girls had left the room, Gloria turned to Janet and shocked her pantyhose off of her saying, “Leslie and Amanda don’t know it, but I knew Melissa Brooke. I was co-chairing a charity drive and Melissa was one of the workers. We talked about families as we worked, so I was quite surprised to find out that Melissa had a daughter named Leslie. Tell me about it Janet.”

Janet was embarrassed and it showed. “I am so sorry Gloria; I didn’t set out to deceive you. We had just planned to go shopping today?”

“I believe you, my Amanda can be so rambunctious at times. What I want to know about is Leslie? I was surprise to see her. I couldn’t for the life of me, see anything but a girl sitting there and talking to my Amanda.”

Janet decided to be completely honest with Gloria and gave her a short version of what had happened, what was going to happen and their future plans.

“Is Leslie going to be a girl in San Francisco?” Gloria asked.

“I don’t know. I told Leslie that what she did, was up to her. I am just glad that she was laughing and smiling again, and I know that she is being genuine. She isn’t putting on airs with me.”

“I believe you. It is unusual, but I agree with what you have done. From what I have seen, Leslie is all girl. It may come as a shock to my Amanda though. Call me early next week and let’s have lunch… and call me if you ever need to just talk.”

“I will, Gloria and thank you for not embarrassing Leslie.”

“I would never think of doing that to that poor girl.”

Janet couldn’t help herself and just had to hug Gloria.

“Whether it is the Leslie he was last week, or the Leslie she is today, that goes with you to San Francisco, they need to go to a Psychologist, Janet.”

“I know. I already have someone in mind.”

“Good girl. You know she looks so pretty.”

“I know, she looks so much like her Mother.”

“She does, doesn’t she?”

The women heard laughter coming closer and the girls came back into the room, carrying a bunch of stuff.

“Come here Amanda,” Gloria said, taking out her wallet. “I know you already have your allowance this week, but I want you two to have some fun today.”

Gloria took out her wallet and counted out five twenty dollar bills and handed them to her daughter.

“Listen to Mrs. Blain and don’t give her any trouble, Amanda. You girls had better be good.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Amanda said, kissing her cheek. “We’ll be good.”

(to be continued)