Of Course It Isn't That Easy!

After all the excitement the day before, I slept in. Being a Monday, Mom had to go to work so I was home alone. As soon as I got out from under the covers I realized I was wearing a nightgown and not my pajamas. That brought back what happened the day before and I just had to smile. I hadn't been so sure when Mom suggested I could try being a girl over the vacation, but I had certainly enjoyed being Mom's daughter yesterday.

And I could be her daughter all day today if I wanted.

I wanted. I took care of the bathroom stuff, hung my nightgown on the hook in the closet on top of my pajamas and took my dress off the hanger. I opened my dresser drawer and took out a pair of blue panties that would go with my blue bra. The cotton panties didn't feel all that much different than my Y-fronts, but were made of a lot lighter material.

Having overheard girls talk about the dreaded VPL I realized that was why. Actually, as a guy I rather liked seeing the outline of a girl's panties, but looking in the mirror there was the outline of something that shouldn't be there on a girl. I had no idea what to do about that.

So I put on my dress to cover it up and brushed my hair into the pigtails I wore yesterday. Looking in the mirror I was impressed by the change once again, that is until I saw my legs. I didn't have much hair on my legs but I did have some. I certainly knew that girls shaved their legs and realized that if I was going to look like a girl I had to shave mine.

So off came the clothes and back to the bathroom. I didn't have a razor of my own - no need to shave yet - so I hoped Mom wouldn't be too upset if I used hers. I was pretty clumsy but eventually got rid of what hair was there. I only cut myself once, and fortunately it was high enough on my leg that the dress would cover it.

Watching the blood drip down my leg was gross, though.

With that done I had a problem - what to put on my feet? Yesterday my sneakers were fine with my jeans, but they just didn't look right with the dress. We never thought about shoes when we were shopping. I finally decided my bedroom slippers were the least bad choice, so I just kept them on my feet.

With all that done I was getting hungry, so I went to the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal. Part of me loved the feel of the dress brushing my legs but another part of me was not too happy with the breezes that blew up my skirt. I played a game or two on my phone while I ate, but once I was done I wondered what to do. What do girls do when they're home alone?

Well, I could ask Caitlyn, I just didn't have to tell her why I wanted to know. So I called her up and we talked for a few minutes, then she invited me to come over and hang out at her place.

Conflicted again! I wanted to go but I wanted to stay in my new dress. Can't do both so I stammered a bit and then told her I'd be over as soon as I got dressed.

I didn't lie to her now, did I?

Off came the dress once more, out came the enhancers and back into their little case. Off came my bra. I decided that I could leave my panties on, Caitlyn and I had not approached the stage where she would be able to tell. Un-braid the hair, brush it into a pony tail. On with the jeans and T-shirt. That felt different with shaved legs, not bad at all! Sneaks on my feet and I was on my bike and on my way. Oh yeah, leaving a note for Mom to tell her where I had gone.

The hug I got from Caitlyn made it worth all the effort.

"You got your ears pierced!"

"Yeah. Mom stopped at Claire's for more earrings and I decided I wanted to have my ears pierced, too."

"They look good. You have good taste."

With that she leaned over and nibbled on my ear. We're the same height so it was easy for her to reach.

"Whoah! What was that for?"

"I wanted to see if you taste good, too."

"So do I?"

"Let me check."

She nibbled the other ear.

"Yup. Not bad at all."

So I screwed up my courage and nibbled on her earring.

"You, too!"

"Whoah!" was all she said.

"Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

"You should know."

We settled down in the living room and tried to decide what we were going to do. After a couple of minutes Caitlyn gave me a funny look.

"Lucas, why are your fingernails pink?"

Yup, I had made a tyro mistake; I had clean forgotten about my painted nails in my hurry to change.

"I mean, it looks cute and I love the color, but I don't think I've seen a boy who painted his nails before."

"My Mom did it." I stammered.

"Cool! But why did she do it?"

"Because it matched her nails."

"So why did you want your nails to match hers?"

"It's a mother and dau… child thing, I guess."

"Wait a minute. Did you almost say 'daughter' there? Pink nails, pierced ears, washed bras. Are you wearing my old bra? Be honest."

I knew that Caitlyn was smart, but right about then I kinda wished she was a little less perceptive.

"Not right now."

"Are you now or have you ever worn my old bra?" she parodied some of the silly questions from the congressional hearings on TV.

Oh hell!

"Yes. It's a mother and daughter thing."

"That's… interesting?"

"You were going to say weird or stupid or…"

"I was thinking it, I didn't say it."

"Go ahead. I know it doesn't make any sense."

"I didn't say that. Are you her daughter?"

"I looked like it yesterday, OK?"

"You looked like it?"

"I can show you if you want."

"Show me?"

"Mom took pictures. They're on my phone."

"All right - show me."

"Mom took that at lunch in the mall."

"That is you. You're cute!"

"Yeah, mom thinks so, too."

"And you were at the mall?"

"Yeah, we did some shopping and I got my ears pierced."

"Wait a minute. Let me see that picture."

I handed her the phone. She made swiping motions and grinned.

"Tell me that's not a bra strap peeking out of your right shoulder."

"Damn, she had good eyes!

"Uh, well…"

"You were wearing a bra!"

"Didn't I just tell you I did? Do?"

"That wasn't my bra, was it?"

"Did it look like I had breasts like yours? I was wearing the bra that Mom just bought for me."

"Your mother bought you a bra?"

"Because yours didn't quite fit?"

"But why would you want to wear a bra?"

"Because it feels good."

"Only someone with no tits could say that a bra feels good. There are days when my shoulders just plain ache because I have big boobs."

"I'm sorry."

"Like hell you are. You like my big boobs, even if you're gentleman enough not to stare at them all the time."

"Maybe I just better not say anything right now."

"No, you’re going to tell me all about being your mother's daughter."

So I did. Sometimes she laughed, sometimes she gave me a look that defies description, but she listened. She tried to understand but, since I didn't really understand, I don't know how much I was able to convey.

The one thing I did know was she wasn't outraged or upset or disgusted.

She was the kind of girl - no make that the kind of person - who was a treasure to know.

We spent the morning together, but no matter what we did the conversation kept coming back to me being a daughter. She wanted to know the details of my clothes, but since I had very few of them it wasn't a long story. When I told her that I was wearing my bedroom slippers with my dress she was outraged.

"You have got to be kidding. No girl would wear slippers with a dress!"

"Hey! I'm just learning. I don't have any girly shoes and my Mom has the wrong size feet to borrow hers."

"What size do you wear?"

"An eight."

"What's that in women's sizes?"

"How would I know?"

"By looking it up, silly.

Since I had my phone in my pocket I looked it up.

It says a women's nine and a half."

"Whoopee! I wear a ten, you can borrow my shoes."

"I can?"

"Girlfriends trade clothes all the time. Lucy can wear a pair of my flats when she's wearing her dress."

"Lucy?"

"I can't call you Lucas in a dress, can I?"

"I don't know if I want you to see me in a dress."

"Who says you have a choice?"

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Let me check with Dad and maybe I can come over and help Lucy cook dinner for your Mom tonight."

"Wait! I…"

She was off and running. She was gone long enough for me to get nervous, but she came back with a pair of shoes in one hand and a shit-eating grin on her face."

"Here - try these on."

"Now?" I asked.

"No, when the moon is full and the werewolves are howling."

"You're weird."

"Takes one to know one, Lucy."

They fit.

"So what are we making for dinner?"

"I was planning on stuffed peppers. We should be back at my house by two o'clock."

"Will you have time to change?"

"Just like a girl. Always wanting to change her boyfriend."

"Poof! You're my girlfriend now."

"That's derogatory. I am not a poof. Watch your language."

"I stand corrected."

"You're sitting."

That's when she hit me with a pillow. There was no intelligible conversation for some time, but she did end up in my lap, breathing hard.

"Who won?" she asked.

"Who cares?" I answered.

"You did that just to lure me into your lap," she accused.

"You started it."

"I finished it, too. I like being in your lap."

I nibbled on her earring, just like she had done earlier. She took a deep breath and her chest expanded. She had a lot of chest to expand.

"Mmmmm." she purred

"Yeah. Feels nice."

"We should be going."

"I guess." I let her go. She didn't move.

"Are you ticklish?" I asked.

She moved.

 

I took the time to text Mom before we left:

Hi Mom

Just wanted to let you know that Caitlyn is going to help me make dinner tonight. Long story, forgetful daughter. Tell you when you're home.

Lucy

P.S. Blame the name on Caitlyn.

I was pretty nervous when we got to our place. I left Caitlyn downstairs and went up to change. I fixed my hair, put on some jewelry and put on the dress for the third time that day - with all the practice I was getting I would be an expert by the end of the week. I was checking myself in the mirror, looking at Caitlyn's shoes. They were certainly better than my bedroom slippers, but then I had an idea. I remembered I had a pair of sandals somewhere in my closet.

I didn't wear them often, but not only would they look better than my bedroom slippers, but they would show off my painted toes. A little digging and there they were. As I bent over to strap them in place I felt my enhanced breasts touch my legs. What would it be like to have real breasts? I guess that was something I would never know, so I just had to be satisfied with what I had.

Everything was in place, so I had to go down the stairs and let Caitlyn see the new me. Showing her pictures was one thing; showing my girlfriend that I looked like a girl was a whole different thing.

She was paging through the newspaper (yes - we still got an actual paper paper) when I entered.