By
Tracy Davis
This is a true story of how my Mom feminized me as a teenager. She had caught me wearing her pantyhose the summer before seventh grade. I got the surprise of my life the first Sunday of junior high, when she started encouraging me to wear them, and then it was all downhill from there. – Tracy
Another little one I had forgotten about………
The fall after spending the month with my sister, dressing every day, I went into tenth grade. My class schedule had me taking gym during the second semester. During the fall semester I Naired my legs, shaved my underarms, and painted my toenails weekly. On the days that I didn’t go out in public, I wore Secret deodorant and the training bra! That Christmas I wore a dress and Char’s beige high heel sandals. Then after Christmas, I had to stop shaving my legs and underarms so I would look like a guy for gym. After a month, I felt so hairy and gross!
One Sunday morning when Mom and I were having our breakfast ‘girl talk’, I crossed my legs, and as my dressing coat fell away, you could see the leg hair under my nylons. “Ugh,” I moaned, “my legs look so gross. I need to shave them so bad.”
“It’s OK,” Mom consoled me. “No one can see it when you’re wearing slacks.”
“I know,” I moaned. “It just feels gross putting pantyhose on over the hair.”
“Oh well,” Mom laughed. “Only, what, four more months to go? Then you can go back to shaving them again.”
My last gym class was the day before the last day of school. As I was walking home, I was smiling ear-to-ear, and yelled out, “MY LAST GYM CLASS FOR-EVER!!!!!!!!” As soon as I got home, I went in the bathroom and took a shower, Naired my legs, and shaved my armpits. After I dried off, I put on my girl dressing coat and my Secret deodorant, and went into my bedroom and painted my toenails. When they were dry, I put on the training bra, white and red girl’s top, short girl denim shorts, and brown low-heeled woman’s sandals that Char had gotten me the previous summer. I went out into our back yard (behind the privacy fence) and just walked around in the nice warm sunlight, feeling like a girl again, and remembering the previous summer with Char! Marveling at the sun reflecting off my smooth shiny legs!
Late in the afternoon, I set the table for dinner. When Mom got home, I went out in the family room to greet her. “Ta-Da!” I said, extending my arms and legs.
“Wow!” she said. “Looks like someone shaved his legs!”
“And armpits! And painted my toes!” I said. “I am done with gym classes FOREVER! I’ve had my last,” lowering my voice, “damn GYM CLASS!”
“Okay, okay, I get it. I know you’ve never liked gym,” she laughed.
“Maybe if I could have been in the girl’s class, where I was more evenly matched, and not always overpowered, it would have been better,” I said. “And I could have still shaved my legs!”
Comments
sister?
'The fall after spending the month with my sister', I remember his moms sister but not him having one?