I was home alone today, both Mom and sis off doing some shopping. I was given the task of doing some laundry, something that we all shared in. I didn’t mind doing it, something to keep me occupied while I waited for them to return.
Mom had made it a standing rule that unless she was home leaving the house was forbidden. That rule applied to both sis and I. Once she returned we could go to a friend’s house or any other activity with her approval, of course. She felt that if something happened to us she would be available to handle the situation.
I was seventeen, but anxious to enjoy life far beyond my years. Sis was just starting puberty, unsure of herself and dreading all the changes to her body. She wanted the changes that puberty would bring on, but preferred they come all at once and not be stretched out for several years.
On the second load of laundry, I noticed some of my sister’s lingerie mixed in with some of Moms. I hated doing their lingerie, touching such soft and delicate pieces of clothing made me squirm. It was as if I was touching something that I had no business touching. Yet, there was a fascination with the pieces of lingerie, so silky, smooth and lacy.
Mom had taught both of us how to do each load of laundry, no matter what it consisted of. I separated the clothes keeping like things together and light and dark colors separate. Stockings placed in a separate bag, and the clasps on any bra hooked together, also in bags, so that they would not catch on other items of clothing.
I swear my sister purposefully left the clasps undone, especially when it was my time to do laundry. The few times I brought it up sis always sported a huge smile.
As I was going through the bras and hooking the clasps together I noticed several more in sis’s size. One or two of them were labeled training bras. I laughed out loud, training for what.
Where she usually had two or three bras in the wash there were six today. In the past her bras were more like a slip, sheer and with no obvious cup. These had small cups and were like Mom’s only the cups much smaller.
I smiled. Maybe something I could kid her about, a favorite pastime of mine. Also a little payback for her leaving all the clasps undone when it was my turn to do laundry, forcing me to handle each and every bra of hers.
I got everything washed and folded, placing their laundry on their respective beds. I even did the kitchen towels, although not in the laundry basket there were still several that were obviously dirty. I folded them up when they came out of the dryer, placing then back in the cupboard.
Mom and sis arriving as I was finishing. Mom noticed what I was doing, hugging me and kissing my forehead, causing me to turn several shades of red. Mom’s affectionate behavior always left me blushing, I was just not used to any show of emotion between us. Sis smiled at me, always happy when I was reduced to blushing and tongue tied.
I did find time to kid sis about her training bras a little, but never in front of Mom. It was two weeks later when they were out grocery shopping and I was at home again cleaning the kitchen and doing a load of laundry.
The kitchen was not much of a problem, cleaning the counters, washing the pans Mom had made lunch in and then putting them away. When I went to the laundry room to see what I would be washing I groaned.
More of their lingerie, a washer full and then some. I set the washer for delicates, inserted the soap, then added the pieces after making sure the clasps were fastened. I held a couple of the items for longer than was necessary, feeling the softness and wondering how they would feel wearing one. As I started the washer all was forgotten for awhile, until it was time to place them in the dryer.
Again Mom’s bras were the focus of my attention, wondering about how they would feel on my body. Now her panties were also included in my fascination, one particular pair in pink especially attractive. I shook my head trying to dislodge those thoughts from my mind.
Again I nearly succumbed to the thoughts, as I folded her lingerie and took them to her room. Mom had called shortly after I had put the lingerie in her room, informing me that they would be out another hour, since the one store did not have one of the things they needed. They would go to the store on the other side of town, then come home.
I checked the laundry room for any thing I missed, finding another pair of her panties that was still in the dryer. I folded it carefully, then took it to her room. As I placed it in her drawer, the bra and pantie set that had captivated me all afternoon was situated right on top.
I grabbed them and quickly stripped off my shirt. I had watched Mom put on her bra several times from a distance, as she clasped it in front of her then turned the clasps to the back. She positioned her breasts in the bra cups, then finished dressing.
I did the same, the bra a little tight on me. Since I had never worn one I was not sure if that was normal or I was bigger in the chest than Mom. I dropped my pants and boxers, pulling the pantie up my leg. It fit reasonably well, my male equipment making a small bulge in the crotch of the panties.
I redressed in my pants and shirt, heading to my room. I looked at myself in the mirror, the empty cups of the bra making my shirt look funny, but other than that I looked the same as I usually did. I admired my reflection, still looking the same but knowing I had on a bra and pantie making it seem special.
I heard the kitchen door close, and panicked. I grabbed a sweat shirt to slip over my regular shirt, since there was no time to undress and return the items to her room. Good thing I did because sis came into my room handing me a magazine I had asked her to pick up for me.
She gave me a knowing look, but did not say anything. After she left I stared at my image to see if what I was wearing under my clothes was showing. I could not see any difference, maybe a little puffiness in the chest. So I let out the breath I was holding and sat down to read the magazine.
The rest of the day was normal, my magazine keeping me occupied as sis and Mom were in her bedroom trying on clothes. A normal occurrence as of late. Dinner was prepared and served a little later, but still no chance for me to get out of the bra and pantie.
I helped with the dishes, but tried to evade any hugging or touching of my body for fear of the bra being felt under my shirt. After the kitchen was cleaned up I retired to my bedroom, waiting for the others to do the same so I could undress and remove the lingerie.
I hadn’t heard any noise from the others, deciding to undress and hide the unmentionables somewhere till I could get then returned to her lingerie drawer tomorrow.
As I slipped off the sweatshirt I heard my Mom clear her throat. I nearly collapsed, then looked to my door to see her standing there waiting for me to finish undressing. I decided to try to get to my bathroom so that I would have some more privacy, but Mom stood fast telling me to finish undressing.
I swallowed hard, and removed my shirt and dropped my pants. I was carefully scrutinized from head to toe but no comment surfaced from Mom. She gathered up my male underwear from the floor and my drawer, as she left the room. When she got to the door she told me to keep the bra and pantie on till morning, then she will make other arrangements.
As she left I collapsed on my bed, knowing I was caught wearing her things red handed, but wondering why she did not get angry and yell at me. It was hours before I finally dozed off, the worry and fear of tomorrow consuming my every thought.
Mom shook my shoulder to wake me early the next morning startling me. I was handed a robe and led off to her bedroom. Once there the robe was removed and she carefully looked my body over. No words were spoken and I was scared to death to say anything to her.
She took a tape measure and measured my body at the chest, waist and hips. Then she handed me one of her blouses and a pair of her pants to put on. I reluctantly did so, the look she had on her face very intimidating. A pair of her casual shoes followed, then she approached me to put some lipstick on my lips.
Mom grabbed my hand and we headed toward the front door. Sis was sitting in the front room watching for me, her smirk ear to ear. However, she did not say anything but followed me as I was led out to Mom’s car.
Luckily it was just Mom and me, sis having to stay home, thank the gods for small favors. Once at the car, I sat in the passenger seat, trying to sit properly like a female would. I have no idea why suddenly I was so concerned about how I was sitting.
Mom headed to the mall, once she pulled into the parking lot I knew this was going to be bad. I was helped from the car, taking my time in doing so. Mom not happy with my attempt to stall for time. I was led by the hand into the mall and right to a lingerie store.
A sales associate greeted us and Mom blurted out that I needed to be measured for a training bra, plus panties. I was bright red by then, I am sure there wasn’t anyway any more blood could reach my face and neck.
I was undressed down to my lingerie. The lady handled removing my few clothes very quickly and efficiently. Mom watched as the lady measured me, then went out to the sales floor to get the appropriate sized items.
I several times started to plead with Mom not to buy me any bras, but she just smiled as she obviously was enjoying my embarrassment. The lady returned and I then had to try each bra and pantie on to make sure they fit properly.
Mom did insist on different colors of my lingerie than either her’s or sis’s. So my new lingerie was pink, a light green and some lavender mixed in for good measure. I ended up wearing a pink set out of the store, the color of the bra showing a little under the blouse Mom had given me to wear.
As we exited the store I thought my ordeal was over, wrong she steered me right into a juniors shop. Apparently I needed something to wear over the lingerie, her loan of clothes today for me to go shopping was just that.
Of course, I had to try everything on, The pile of clothes seemed to grow, both Mom and the sales lady having a ball picking out things for me to try on. Somewhere during that time Mom started referring to me as Jackie, a female name far from my male name of Ronald. I had given up when we left the lingerie shop, Mom was not listening to me, I was apparently being made over into another daughter and nothing was going to stop her.
It was there hours later when we finally headed in the direction of home, I was carrying ten bags of clothes, not a pair of pants in any of the bags. I now had eight dresses and one skirt and blouse, a fact that I was not happy about. Mom was all smiles, her cute and well dressed daughter right beside her.
On the way home I asked if I would be able to return to being a male someday, she glanced over to me, then shook her head. “Once your breasts come in I doubt you will be returning to a male image or want to.”
Breasts come in, no that couldn’t happen can it? A tear slid down my face, but I remained silent, maybe later I can talk to her and reverse where this is headed. I certainly hope so, although I enjoyed trying on her bra and pantie my intention was not to wear one permanently.
Once home sis was eager to see what I had on and what was purchased for me. She did not kid me about the bra I was wearing or the dress I had on from the juniors shop. I got a tender hug from her, with her asking me to come to her room later for some sister talk.
Since I was now dressing as a female I was shown what had to be done to help prepare dinner and then after we ate I was to wash the dishes. I did get a smirk from sis as those things were relayed to me.
Of course, I had to wear an apron to perform those tasks, my option was to go to my bedroom and change my clothes to something more utilitarian. Since my other dresses were even more dressy, an apron turned out to be the obvious choice.
After dinner I was taken to Mom’s room sat on the bed and she proceeded to explain to me what was to happen. Since I was enthralled with having breasts and wearing feminine lingerie, she was going to make my dream come true. I started to protest but she just put her finger to my lips and told me to let her finish. This is not what I wanted, I was just curious about how a bra and lingerie would feel if I wore them.
Mom told me that I was now to be called Jackie Lynn and would soon have a female figure to be proud of. The tears started cascading down my cheeks, Mom dabbing at them with a Kleenex and holding me tight to her bosom. I eventually stopped the tears, my mind trying to figure out what other changes that would now affect me.
Led to my bedroom and undressed so that I could put on my nightie. She helped me under the covers and kissed me on the forehead. I closed my eyes, the silky nightie rubbing against my new bra and pantie set flooding my mind with pleasant feelings.
Sis woke me in the morning hugging me as I sat up in bed, She helped me find some clothes to wear, the skirt and blouse to be my clothing for today. She told me she was jealous, since I was being taken to a salon to get a female figure, a feminine hairdo and some makeup.
I offered to let her go in my place, but knew Mom was determined to complete her other daughter. Sis deemed too young to have a full figure and a sexy hairdo.
I was dragged to the kitchen, handed some fruit to snack on then a glass of orange juice, then out the door headed to the salon and my feminine changes. I pleaded several times to be allowed to resume my male life, but Mom was on a mission and no one was going to deter her from completing it satisfactorily.
Mom pulled up in front of the Turnabout Gurl Salon, a huge salon that oozed femininity. It was larger than I expected, filled with customers and employees, all looking so feminine. I was apparently expected, one of their employees coming to the reception desk to take me back to a treatment room. Mom just left me there, a smirk on her face as she kissed my cheek and proceeded to leave.
At the salon I was waxed, an experience I would not want to experience often. Then had breast forms glued to my chest. The size of them was modest, more the size of what might fill one of sis’s training bras. Mom told me that as soon as I got used to having breasts, the forms would be removed, and a training bra would be worn allowing my natural breasts to develop.
My mouth opened, but one look at Mom and I closed it quickly. Surely I would not develop breasts of my own, I am a male. Well I used to be male, that fact apparently now in question.
My male organ was tucked back under my groin and glued there, now I had a flat front just like the other female members of my family. The pantie now fit snug, nothing to stretch it out of shape. The bra was eased into place, my breasts filling the cups easily. I noticed the weight of my new breasts, and realized I would be carrying that weight every day of my life. More when my own breasts developed.
The hairdo was next, hair washed and conditioned then cut into a feminine style. Curlers followed, the many sighs escaping from me showing my frustration at what was happening to me. Under a dryer for a half hour, then taken back to her styling chair so makeup could be applied. Foundation, mascara and lipstick, essentials for a young female were applied, changing my look to better fit the female gender.
I did finally manage to escape the salon, my image now definitely in the female spectrum. Once home sis was all over me, jealous of my looks and new figure. I was quickly dragged to her bedroom, a closer look at my figure was her intent.
I was surprised at her behavior, no kidding but lots of questions about how I felt, especially regarding my new breasts. We ended up talking for quite some time until we were summoned to help with the preparation of dinner. Of course, I had to help clean up, a task that I was told I would share in from now on.
Soon as we finished cleaning up sis led me to my room, where all my new makeup had to be gone through and tried out. I sported many different looks before it was time for bed.
One good thing was my former tasks as a male were ceased, Mom handling a few and sis and I sharing the others. That part was welcome, taking out the garbage never was high on my list to do.
Over the next few weeks my wardrobe increased, either when Mom and I were out shopping or when she shopped alone. picking out things for sis and I.
I had really hoped that this was just temporary, Mom teaching me a lesson about trying on their clothes. After six weeks I doubted my dressing as a young female was for the short term.
Although I still had some male clothes in my closets their number seemed to diminish weekly. I often looked longingly at them, but the tops would not fit over my developing breasts and the pants were rough and scratchy. So I never chose them to wear for the day, my lingerie and dresses much more comfortable.
Summer was ending though and school was going to start soon. I wondered how I would fare back in my old school, where I had several friends, now dressing as a female. I kind of let out a big sigh when sis and I were taken to an all girl’s school to be enrolled a few days before classes started. Over the summer dressing as a female and hanging out with sis and some of her friends I picked up a lot of feminine mannerisms, my portrayal of a female now almost indistinguishable from other females.
As Mom predicated my own breasts seemed to be developing on their own. I researched it on the internet, an impossibility for a normal male according to what I read. The glued on breast forms were soon removed once I had gotten use to having them, now a training bra in its place.
Due to the itching and puffiness of my breasts I wore the training bras most of the time, day and night. I know the training bras I was wearing cupped the loose flesh on my chest and pushed it up till it filled the cup comfortably. Could that be the reason for my development. The cups on the training bras were labeled an A cup, but to me they seemed huge.
I never did find a reason for my developing breasts, but eventually accepted the fact that they were growing. The last of my male clothes disappeared shortly after I started the girl’s school.
It was a couple of years before I went on a date with a male, but that bridge was eventually crossed. No decision on whether I will be looking for a boyfriend yet. They do have some redeeming qualities though.
I have lots of dresses, never liking to wear pants, the dresses are so pretty and show off my feminine figure so well. I eventually helped sis as she developed her female figure, answering lots of questions about her development. The two of us spending hours talking and trying on clothes and different looks with makeup.
It all started with a bra and pantie set, fate seeing to me being caught red handed that day, a new gender and life the end result. I now have ten training bras, the cup size increasing as new ones are purchased for me. I do keep the clasps hooked when I put them in laundry, not wanting them to get damaged while being washed.
I never did find a reason for my breast development, eventually giving up looking for that reason for their growth. I just accepted it and considered myself lucky. I feel very fortunate, caught red handed, but treated like a daughter, a gurl that needed a training bra.
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