“Jessie?” Amanda gasped as she beheld her…daughter?

“Mom! What? I thought you left!?! I know you left!” Jessie yelped as he jumped up almost losing his balance on his high heels.

“Sweety, is this what you always do when I leave the house?”

Jessie thought about making an excuse to cover this whole situation.

“Mom, this is me. I know I’m your son and everything but I really, really love being a girl.”

“Thanks mom! They look so yummy!”

Amanda watched her son as he ate. His legs were crossed, his back arched, his little pinky even was propped up ever so slightly in such a feminine manner.

“Jessie, how are you feeling?”

“I feel really good mom. These pancakes will energize me up for the day I’m sure.”

“How are you coping with your changes?”

“It’s kind of weird mom, but I’m taking it really well I think. I’m really not mad.”

“But you are thinking clear right? I mean you seem to be all together again but you still are not the same.”

“I know I’m not the same mom…sheesh. How many teenage boys have breasts? I think I’m ok with some things though.”

“Like what sweety?”

“Well I like the way I feel now. It’s like I’m balanced emotionally and I can think clearly. The new Jessie is so much better than the old one in that aspect.”

“Wow.” Amanda replied. “But what about the physical changes? Are you handling your outside changes alright?”

“I’m still getting used to it mom. I mean it’s going to take a while for me to get used to all those girly girl clothes.” Jessie answered trying to play it off the fact that he was drawn to those very clothes.

“I bought you some more boy clothes that will fit you. I know how much you must dislike wearing those frilly clothes. “
“Yeah mom…hate it.”
 
 
Over the next couple weeks Jessie grew accustomed to his new life. He continued to wear his feminine attire to bed and pantyhose were almost always under his jeans. He kept his “outside” dress very neutral however. He wore jeans and t-shirts exclusively to his dismay. He desperately desired to don a pretty dress or cute little skirt and missed it dearly.

His continued “male” dress must have been the last shred of masculinity that was holding on for dear life. That and his thought that his mother wanted her “son” back kept him from letting go.

Amanda on the other hand wondered where Jessie was headed. His feminine mannerisms remained constant and he seemed at ease with his body. She would peek in on him sleeping every other day only to find him wearing his girly nightwear. She knew as well that he continued to wear pantyhose under his pants by the occasional waistband slip or the shiny peek when his pants leg rode up as he crossed them. Maybe he didn’t want to wear girl’s clothes but still felt compelled beyond his control to.

Jessie would dress up all the time when his mom was away from the house working. He was thrilled at how he looked in the pretty dresses and feminine attire.
 
 
“I’m heading out Jessie. I’ll be back in a few hours.” Amanda said as she hugged her son.

“Ok mom, have fun.”

As soon as the door closed Jessie ran upstairs and made himself pretty. He stripped off his boy clothes and put on his pink robe. He pulled out his cosmetics case that Ashley had lent him and put on his face. He curled his hair and strategically placed cute barrettes in it.

Hmmm, he looked over all the nice outfits in his closet.

The spaghetti strap-yellow chiffon dress stood out. He removed his bra and donned a strapless one making sure his breasts were adjusted and sitting pretty in their cups.

He stepped into the dress and lifted it up around his torso using his flexible arms to zip it up.

Nudes? He was thinking more of a white pantyhose to go with the soft yellow dress. He lifted the skirt and pulled down the nudes and pulled on the thin, white tinted pantyhose…much better.
 
 
He sat on the bed and buckled in some white high heeled shoes.

He looked in the mirror and a huge weight was lifted from him. He did a twirl and gushed at how much he looked like a princess.
He pranced downstairs, grabbed some junk food and demurely sat on the couch to watch TV.

Amanda finished putting her paperwork into the manila folder. She was glad that she realized that she had forgotten it after only being on the road for 5 minutes. She hurried out of the computer room to get in the car and head out again.

“Jessie?” Amanda gasped as she beheld her…daughter?

“Mom! What? I thought you left!?! I know you left!” Jessie yelped as he jumped up almost losing his balance on his high heels.

“Sweety, is this what you always do when I leave the house?”

Jessie thought about making an excuse to cover this whole situation.

“Mom, this is me. I know I’m your son and everything but I really, really love being a girl.”

“Oh dear, are you sure? Things may still change.”

“No mom, this is it. I’m wearing these clothes and this is me. I know the boy I used to be and I know that he would have cringed at what I’m wearing and how I’m acting but he has grown to accept this. Mom, I want to be a girl.” Jessie stated as he burst into tears.

“Oh Jessie, I will support you with whatever you want!” Amanda replied as she hugged her daughter and shed tears as well.

“You are sure this is what you want?”

“I’m positive mom! Even if I had the choice of going back to being the old me I would not want it. I’m gentler, softer and much more caring now and I’m so happy to be this way.”

“So does that mean I call you Jessica now?”

“Yes mom. Jessica is lovely.”
 
 
Amanda took a deep breath and took in everything.

“Well Jessica, you look absolutely beautiful in that dress!”

“Thanks mom.”