by Paula Dillon
Leslie lost his dad in Iraq and then his mother died. What is going to happen to this boy who has lost so much.
“I am going to lay down, Aunt Janet. I need to be by myself for a little while.”
Janet didn’t want to really leave the sixteen-year old boy by himself, but she recognized that he might actually need to grieve in his own way. She hugged the boy, wiped the tears from his face and then kissed his cheek.
“Okay sweetie, but remember, I am here to help you if you need it. I love you so much. We both are our last living relatives; I need you as much as you need me.”
“I know, I love you too.”
She hugged him once more and then watched him head to his room. Janet looked over the living room, the kitchen and dining room. The place was a mess from where they had had visitors bringing food, eating and sharing in their grief. She started to begin the cleanup, but was overcome with grief. She then opted to head to the guest room she was staying in and laid down on her bed, to have a good cry.
Janet came stark awake. The apartment was dark; the only light in the room came from the clock radio, which showed the time, in bright red numbers, to be 5:12 A.M. She had been crying till she had fallen asleep, over twelve hours ago. She desperately needed to relieve herself, so she got up and hurried to the bathroom.
After she had relieved herself, she felt much better, at least until she looked at herself in the mirror. She had failed to clean off her makeup before she had laid down. She laughed to herself till she almost cried again; her red puffy eyes and her heavily streaked makeup, gave her a horrid appearance. She stripped off her black dress, pantyhose and underwear, then jumped into the shower. She let the warm water wash over and revive her, while she washed away the grime of the previous day.
She wrapped a towel around herself because she hadn’t brought any clean things or her robe with her, so tiptoed back to her room. She just hoped that she wouldn’t run into Leslie before she got to her room. Luck was with her, as she could see no light coming from under his door as she went by.
She dressed in a pair of jeans and a peasant blouse, before making up her face. She wanted to look fresh and beautiful for her nephew today. There would be more time in the future to grieve, but for now she had to help Leslie survive.
The apartment was still a mess when she came out of her room and turned the lights on. She got to work cleaning it up. She first grabbed a trash bag and began picking up paper plates, plastic cups and plastic silverware. She had two large bags worth when she went to the trash dump. Then she picked up all the dishes that the people had so kindly brought over for them to eat. Those dishes that still had food in them, got emptied into another trash bag and she pre-rinsed the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher. She made sure she knew whose dish was whose before she started the dishwasher, so she could return them to the rightful owners. It took three full dishwasher loads to clean them all.
The apartment was halfway presentable by eight. Still, Leslie had failed to make his presence known. Janet went to his room and lightly tapped on his door. She didn’t hear anything so she cracked his door open a bit and peeked into his room. She gasped when she saw that his bed, though rumpled a bit, was empty.
Panicking, she checked his closet and the bathroom. He might have gone in there while she had her back turned. He wasn’t there. She then ran to her sister’s room. She gasped as she saw a body on the bed. There was a girl, no… no, it was Leslie lying there, wearing his mother’s silky night gown. He looked so much like her sister. His shoulder length hair, which he usually kept in a ponytail, was loose and lay around his head. He looked so pretty. Janet had never thought about how her nephew would look, dressed as a girl and yet, there he was. The only thing feminine that had been added was the gown, but he looked so nice.
She smiled as she saw his chest rise and fall, she had been afraid that he might have taken some of his Mom’s pills, she had a lot of heavy duty pain and cancer drugs, or something to end it all. He was still alive. How should she handle this, she didn’t want to embarrass the poor boy.
The first thing she did was to go to the master bathroom and flush all those pills her sister took, down the toilet. She knew that she shouldn’t do that, there were prescribed methods of disposing of medications, but she didn’t want to leave temptations lying around.
She thought while she worked. Maybe Leslie dressing as a girl, for a little while, might not be a bad thing; girls were allowed to grieve more openly by society. She knew it was hogwash that boys shouldn’t cry. Maybe he dressed in his Mom’s gown to be closer to her. Janet didn’t know, but she would find out.
She checked her sister’s room and then the rest of the house, for anymore meds. Once she was satisfied that there were no more dangerous drugs in the house, she came back to the sleeping form of her nephew. He looked so angelic lying there.
She fretted several minutes over what to do. Finally she walked over and sat on the bed next to Leslie. His hair was so soft and silky, as she ran her fingers through it. She could tell that he took good care of it. She knew he used Paul Mitchell shampoo and conditioner on it. It smelled of coconut and the smell made her hungry. The shampoo and conditioner was in his bathroom and she had been using it too since she had come down to stay with her sister.
Finally she reached down and kissed his cheek, before whispering in his ear, “Wake up, sweetie. Time to rise and shine,” as she shook him gently.
Leslie cracked open an eye, it took a bit more effort, as his lashes were matted together and his eyelids were gummed together from crying.
“Morning Aunt Janet.” Leslie said. It felt good waking up this way. His Mom sometimes woke him up with a kiss.
He then remembered how he was dressed and panicked a bit.
Janet understood what was going through his mind and said, “Its okay sweetie, I don’t mind. Why don’t you go use the bathroom and I will be here, waiting to set your hair?”
Leslie got up and hurried into his Mom’s bathroom. He had been surprised at Aunt Janet’s reaction. He thought back at what had happened the day before. He had cried quietly on his bed till it had gotten dark. He had gotten up and had peeked in on his sleeping Aunt, before wandering about the apartment. He missed his Mom and wondered how or if he could get on with his life. Hours had passed, he was tired and had gone to bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. Finally he had gotten up and gone to his Mom’s room. He hadn’t gone in there since before she had passed away. Aunt Janet had gone in there and had picked out the things she had been buried in.
Lying on her bed, he could smell his Mom and found some comfort. He had grabbed one of her pillows to hug. When he had done that, he found her gown folded beneath the pillow. He didn’t remember getting undressed and putting it on. He guessed he had done that on automatic. He just remembered that it smelled strongly of her scent. As he lay there, he just fell asleep, feeling comforted.
Leslie debated taking the gown off, but he was naked underneath it, so he didn’t do that. He did cover the gown with his Mom’s long satin robe, that hung on the back of the bathroom door. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, with a new toothbrush he found in the medicine cabinet.
Aunt Janet was waiting for him when he came out of the bathroom. She smiled when she saw him in Melissa’s robe; he looked that much more feminine in it.
Leslie saw his Aunt standing by his Mom’s vanity. He was glad that she didn’t look upset or mad that he was dressed in his mom’s things.
“Sit here sweetie and let me get your hair.”
He sat on the stool in front of the vanity. Aunt Janet brushed the tangles out and continued to brush it till the hair had a shine to it. She took a wet comb to it and sectioned the hair off, clipping it in bunches, to the top of his head. She then took Melissa’s hot rollers and rolled Leslie’s hair up. She then took a nail file and set about filing his nails. They were atrocious; he had taken to chewing his nails over the last few weeks, because he was so worried.
“You need to take better care of your nails; we can get you some tips later, if you want?”
Janet then selected a nail polish and added two coats to each nail. Leslie watched, as she painted each nail a nice dusty rose. His Aunt’s actions surprised him, but he wasn’t complaining. She then used a matching colored lipstick, to do his lips, carefully giving him a cupid’s bow. He could taste the lipstick; it reminded him of those times his Mom kissed him.
When Janet heard Leslie’s stomach growling she said to him, “You must be starving, put your Mom’s slippers on and come to the kitchen. I will make you something to eat.”
Melissa’s slippers, or more correctly called wedge mules, were next to her bed, where she had left them. He found that they were about a half an inch longer than his feet and just a little too narrow, but weren’t too uncomfortable. He found the two inch rise of the heel manageable, as he stood and walked to the kitchen.
Janet poured him a cup of coffee, in a pink and gold china cup. They had both been living on coffee and adrenaline, for the last two weeks, since Melissa was hospitalized, before she had passed away. They both needed to cut down on the caffeine, but now was not the time. Leslie smiled, as he sipped the potent brew. Janet and he both liked their coffee black and strong, in comparison to Melissa’s brown and sweet. He stared at the lip print he left on the gold leafed brim of the cup. He brushed it away with his finger before replacing it with another lip print.
It was a simple breakfast, just scrambled eggs, sausage links and toast, but they both felt better after eating.
“Now, why don’t you take a bath in your mom’s bathroom, and if you want to, I will help you get dressed. You might shave your legs and your arm pits, if you want.” Janet told Leslie, figuring that if he wanted to keep dressing up as a girl, he would do that much. “I will run a tub for you; you will spend at least a half hour soaking in it.”
Janet ran the tub and added a fistful of lavender bath salts. The fragrance was relaxing. Leslie found the water was very warm and had to slowly get in the tub. Janet had covered his rolled up hair in a bath cap. He relaxed in the tub for ten minutes before he took his Mom’s loofa and bath gel, to clean himself. He scrubbed himself pink, trying to scrub away the pain he felt. When he finished, he saw his Mom’s razor and decided to go ahead and shave his legs and armpits. He didn’t have much to shave; he hadn’t even begun shaving his face yet. His legs only had a few fine hairs, though his armpits had a lot more. Leslie didn’t like the hair he grew in his armpits, he realized after it was gone; it just kept the stink in place.
Leslie had to come out in just his Mom’s robe; Janet had taken the gown out of the bathroom. He found his Aunt waiting for him.
“Take your robe off Leslie; I need to measure you, to see what I have got to work with.”
She smiled as she saw that he had shaved his legs and armpits. She took a measuring tape and took his measurements. He was thirty-two at the chest, thirty at his natural waist and thirty-four at his hips. She figured that he was fifteen pounds underweight, at a hundred and fifteen pounds, for his five foot, seven inch frame. Janet had lost a few pounds herself in the last few weeks. It is hard to eat when you are sick and worried.
“You are too thin, we both need to pack on a few pounds.”
This can only help with what I am going to do for him, she left unsaid. She wrapped a merry widow around his waist. It took off a couple of inches she needed to get off his waist. Janet stuffed the cups of the merry widow with several pair of pantyhose.
She then took a pair of stockings and rolled them up his legs, attaching them to the garter tabs. She was amazed that his penis hung limp, as she smoothed them up his legs. Personally, she found it quite stimulating when she put on her stockings.
“Stockings go on before panties, or you have snake the straps through the panty, so you can go to the bathroom easier, Leslie,” she said, in a matter of fact voice. “Otherwise, you have to undo your garter tabs first.”
“Okay,” Leslie said, paying rapt attention to what his Aunt was doing. He had never worn stockings before and loved the way they felt on him.
Janet then handed him a pair of white silk lace panties and a padded brief to put on. If there was one bad thing about Melissa’s figure, it was that she had a flat butt. She had a nice bust and a slim waist, she had been a 36C up top and was 26 inches at her waist, before she had gotten sick, she just needed a little padding to make her 34 inch hips and butt look better. So she almost always wore a padded brief.
Janet had to help Leslie with the problem of where his penis and testicles had to go with the brief on. She found that the testes could be massaged up and his penis could be held in place by the brief while pointed towards his butt. She was pleased that he had a feminine front now. Leslie didn’t say it, but he liked the look, albeit it was a little uncomfortable, but he could live with it, he thought.
Leslie then was led over to the vanity, where Janet had him sit with his back to the mirror. She worked on him for half an hour, adding foundation, powder, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick. She had almost started to pluck his brows, but thought that that might be a bit too much right now. She just wasn’t sure about this. Leslie tried to pay attention to what she was doing, but it was hard to, since he couldn’t see what she was doing.
She then unrolled Leslie’s hair and did her best to style it in a feminine style. Combing and teasing it, before she sprayed it, with a healthy dose of hair spray. When she was finished, she was pleased with her efforts.
“Can I see what I look like now?” Leslie asked.
“Let me get you dressed first. I want you to get the whole effect.”
Janet escorted him to Melissa’s closet; she already had an outfit in mind. Most of Melissa’s clothes would look nice on Leslie, but most would be a bit mature for a teen girl. Janet found a turquoise blouse and a black wool-crepe knee length pencil skirt. It would be loose enough for him to walk in, but tight enough to force him to take smaller steps.
The blouse fit nicely, but it took a little work to get the skirt buttoned and zipped up. He would need a corset to fit in some of Melissa’s clothes, Janet realized. Leslie then put on a pair of black patent pumps that had a three-inch stiletto heel, which Janice handed him. The heels were a little tight, but long enough for his feet. His Aunt then added a pearl necklace and clip on earrings, a few bangles and two rings. She then fussed with Leslie, till he couldn’t stand it.
“Stop fiddling with me and let me see, Aunty.”
“Alright, just one more thing first.”
She helped him into a matching black jacket, before helping him walk to the full-length mirror. He found that these heels were just a little harder to walk in.
“Close your eyes,” she said. She then turned him to face the mirror. “Okay, open them.”
Leslie wasn’t prepared for what he saw. There in the mirror stood his Mom, no not quite his mom. He could be his Mom’s and his Aunt’s sister or daughter.
“Oh my,” Leslie said. He got weak in the knees and would have collapsed if not for his Aunt Janice.
“You look like your mom when we were teens Leslie.”
They hugged and cried for a bit, taking strength from each other.
After they both had a good cry, they both giggled as they looked at each other.
“You look like a raccoon,” Leslie said.
“You are the pot calling the kettle black, girl. Come on, let’s get your face cleaned and get you out of that outfit,”
“Do I have to, Aunt Janet?”
“No, you don’t have to; I just thought you might want to.”
“It’s alright; I kinda want to stay like this for a little while.”
“Well, let’s clean up our faces and get made up girl.”
They sat side by side on the stool at the vanity. Janet took a makeup wipe to both of their faces. She then did her makeup, showing Leslie what she was doing and then she redid Leslie’s makeup. Leslie followed closely what she was doing. Leslie stopped her and asked what she was specifically using at various times.
When they both looked good, they just stared at each other in the mirror.
“I just can’t believe how good you look as a girl, Leslie.”
“I know. It’s weird in a good way. We could be sisters.”
“Let’s see how you do in those heels.”
Janet helped Leslie stand and walk to the living room. She then gave him girl lessons on how to sit, stand and walk. She corrected the way he held his arms, as he stood and walked. Leslie was a fast learner and within a half hour, was walking as well as any girl. Even his voice sounded girly. At puberty, his voice had gone down very little, but he just had to change his intonation to get a sexy voice.
At about eleven, Janet told Leslie, “I need to go out for a while. I want to take a box of dishes to your mom’s workplace so the girls there can get their dishes back and I will pick us up some Chinese for lunch.
Will you be ok here alone?”
“I will be ok Aunt Janet; you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Are you sure? I can put it off till later.”
“Go Aunty, I’m not going to do anything crazy.”
“Alright, you have my cell phone number, if you need me.”
Janet went to the kitchen and picked up a box of dishes, she gave her niece a kiss as she left. She just couldn’t think of such a lovely creature as a nephew.
(to be continued)
Leslie practiced walking and such, after his aunt left. He went back to his Mom’s closet and looked at her things. The closet was filled almost to overflowing. She had dresses on one side and skirts, blouses and slacks on the other side. At the back, she had maybe twenty pair of shoes, from flats, to heels, to atheletic shoes in a wall rack. He found a pair of black heels, which had a T-strap and what appeared to be five inch heels. He had never seen his mom wear them. He took them back into her room and tried them on. They pinched his toes a bit more and were much tighter in the heel and sides of his feet. He also found them a lot harder to walk in them, he was wobbly and nearly fell a couple of times, but they looked fabulous on his feet. He took them off when his arches started to hurt, it might take some more practice in a lower heel and a better fitting shoe, he thought. He decided to put the first heels his aunt handed him, back on.
He noticed that his aunt had done a lot of work cleaning the apartment, but he saw that there was still more to be done, to get the room shipshape. He began straightening the living room up and then vacuumed the carpet. He then finished cleaning the dining room and the kitchen, washing their breakfast dishes.
He had just finished with the kitchen, when the doorbell rang. He had been so comfortable dressed as he was, that he didn’t think. He just went to the door and opened it.
“Hi,” Leslie said as he saw Amanda West, a girl he knew from school.
“Hello, I am Amanda West. Is Leslie in, I know him from school?”
“Of course, I know you Aman…” Leslie then realized he was in deep shit.
“Is that you Leslie,” she said, taking his hands and stepping inside. She then closed the door with her heel, behind her. “Why are you dressed up as a girl and why do you look so damn good?”
Leslie was on the brink of tears from embarrassment. He just stood there sputtering. He tried to turn and runaway, but Amanda just held on to his hands.
He really started crying then. She just wrapped Leslie up in a hug, patted his back and let him cry on her shoulder, while she murmured in his ear, that it would be alright. It felt so good holding this lovely girl.
When he was cried out, she stepped back and giggled, “We need to clean up your face, where is your makeup Leslie?”
“It’s in my Mom’s room.” Leslie said.
“Lay on MacDuff,”
Leslie led her to his Mom’s room. Amanda had him sit, as she perused what was on the vanity. She found the makeup wipes and proceeded to clean off his face.
“Let me get out of these clothes,” Leslie said.
“Please, don’t change just because of me, let me fix your face up,” Amanda begged, smiling at Leslie. “You looked so lovely.”
Leslie sniffed one last time and just nodded yes.
Amanda smiled as she began to work on his, no make that her face. She had fun as she gave Leslie a more dramatic glamour look. Leslie’s mouth just hung open, as his friend worked on him. He knew enough to know that this was not an everyday look. He had liked what his Aunt had done, but he loved the way Amanda made him look.
When she finished, she took his hand and led him back to the living room. They sat and talked.
“Why aren’t you in school, Amanda?”
“We were only in school for half a day. They let us out before lunch; the teachers have a workshop this afternoon. I came by to just see you.”
Leslie then opened up and told Amanda how he wound up dressed like this. Amanda just held his hand as he told his story. She had worried about him before she came over. She hadn’t been able to come to his mom’s funeral. He smiled as they talked and they even laughed as they described their shock at seeing each other.
It felt good having someone his age to talk to.
They then began telling each other funny stories and having a good time.
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Janet unlocked the door and entered the apartment. She was surprised at hearing laughter and not just from her nephew.
She said, “Hello kids,” as she saw her nephew and a girl sitting together. “I am Janet Blain,” she said, as she held out her hand to the girl.
“I am Amanda West. It is nice meeting you,” the girl said, “I am a friend of Leslie’s from school.”
“Its nice meeting you too, Amanda. Are you hungry? I have plenty of Chinese if you like?”
“That sounds yummy,” Amanda said, smiling.
Amanda helped Leslie stand and together they followed Janet into the kitchen. Leslie got out some plates, as Amanda found the silverware and got some cokes out of the fridge. Janet set the food on the breakfast island and sat on a stool.
They talked about this and that as they ate. Janet observed the kids and began to relax a bit. She didn’t think Amanda would hurt Leslie. It didn’t matter if a few people found out about Leslie dressing up; they wouldn’t be here but a few weeks longer. Janet and Leslie would be moving to her home a thousand miles away. She just didn’t want to see Leslie hurt while they were still here.
“So tell me Amanda, It must have been quite a shock to see Leslie.”
“Oh it was. I thought she might have been a cousin or something, at first. She looked so good.”
“I thought my world was over at first, but Amanda was so nice to me,” Leslie added.
“Don’t worry Leslie, I would never hurt you.”
“I know that now, but you know, people get hurt for being different,” Leslie said. “That’s why I cried when you first saw me.”
“People can be so cruel, but I am not that way. I just figured that that was how you were dealing with your grief. When are you coming back to school, Leslie?”
“I am afraid he is not Amanda, I live in San Francisco and I have been away from my business interests too long now, with my sister’s illness and such. We will be here another week or two, but then Leslie will be going back with me.”
Amanda looked sad and hugged Leslie. “You have got to come back for at least one day, to say goodbye to your friends.”
“What friends? I was pretty much a loner.”
“If you would have just opened up a bit more; I know half a dozen girls that would have loved to have you on their arm, including me. You were just too shy.”
“Really?” Leslie said, with a look of incredulity on his face.
“Really,” Amanda said with a look of determined compassion on her face.
“Why didn’t they say anything?”
“Girls don’t usually ask guys out, Leslie,” Janet said. “They are programed that way, by their mothers.”
“Yeah, what’s a girl gotta do to get your attention? Flash you?” Amanda said, as she raised her blouse, showing him her bra.
Leslie exhaled some coke through his nose.
“Amanda! Please.” A shocked Janet said. “I think you have made your point.” She was grinning, but had to work hard to suppress a snicker.
Leslie was unable to talk, while he was coughing and trying to clear his nose. Amanda was patting him on the back, trying to help him, after lowering her blouse.
When he finally got to where he could breathe again, Amanda cleaned his face a little and then planted a smoldering kiss on his lips. Leslie struggled a bit and appeared to wonder where to put his hands. Janet smiled and counted to twenty.
“Okay kiddos, you either have to come up for air, or get married and I am not going to sign a consent form, Amanda.”
Amanda broke the kiss and then gave him another short kiss.
“I love the taste of your lipstick, Leslie.”
“We will come to school next Thursday, Leslie needs to turn in his books and I need to sign him out.” Janet said.
Leslie was barley lucid and Amanda really did need to support him a bit.
“What are you two doing tomorrow?”
“We hadn’t planned anything,” Janet said. “I wanted Leslie to be free, so he could…”
“I know,” Amanda said. “How about we go shopping for this Leslie?”
“What for, I don’t need anything?”
“While your Mom’s clothes are really nice on you, I am sure that there are clothes that are better suited for a teenager Leslie,” Amada said.
Leslie sputtered at the thought of going out dressed as a girl. “Nah, I don’t think so, no, no way. People would laugh at me. I could get pounded into the ground.”
Aunt Janet just sat back and watched the two kids interact. She wouldn’t make him go out shopping, but even she thought it might be a good idea.
“Nobody would know, Leslie. I didn’t recognize you. It will be fun.”
“Someone could recognize me, my reputation would be ruined.”
“For me, please? I would love to go shopping with my bestest girlfriend.”
“Aunt Janet, help me?”
“I don’t know, this town is big enough, the odds of meeting someone you know at a distant mall are slim. I suppose, with Amanda and me there, that even if you were uncovered, you wouldn’t get pounded. It might do you good to get out. Another thing, since you have been dressed in your Mom’s clothes, you haven’t been as morose. Lastly, who cares if anybody recognizes you, in two weeks, we are out of here. I won’t make you go out shopping dressed as a girl, but I noticed how much fun you have had and how lively and animated you have been. It’s your call, girl.”
Leslie didn’t mind being called ‘girl’ and it has been kind of fun. He was just scared about this whole being dressed as a girl thing. He didn’t exactly know why he dressed in his Mom’s nightgown. It felt so comforting to feel what his mom felt and the gown felt so good. The hairs on his arms stood up, as if he were chilled with that thought.
“But I don’t have any money,”
“Shopping is more than just buying,” Amanda said.
“Besides, you aren’t penniless, Leslie. Your Mom didn’t have to work? Your father had a half a million—dollar, life insurance policy and a policy to pay off this apartment. You know, this apartment is actually a condo, worth nearly seven hundred thousand. You own this apartment, free and clear. Melissa worked to have a little extra spending money, but she also maintained a hefty life insurance policy on herself. She didn’t want to leave you needing for anything. If you didn’t want to work, you could live very comfortably on it and the interest off the savings account, for many years. Besides, you are my responsibility now,” Janet said, hugging Leslie. “And I am not penniless either. Amanda is right though, if you want to be the girl Leslie, you need things that would fit a teenage girl.”
“Come on, it will be fun, Leslie.”
“Oh, alright. I will be your Barbie Doll tomorrow.”
Amanda jumped up clapping; she then kissed Leslie and hugged Janet, “I will see you tomorrow at nine. The malls open at ten. I need to go home.”
“Need a ride, Amanda?” Janet asked.
“That would be wonderful; I live about ten blocks away.”
“I need to pick up some things, if we are going shopping tomorrow. Will you be alright, Leslie?”
Leslie smiled at his Aunt and said. “Don’t worry, I will be fine.”
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Janet thought about what she needed, as she drove Amanda home. She had seen some things that cross dressers needed, in some of her lingerie catalogues. There were breast forms that could be attached with that could be attached with adhesive and some lingerie that could hide a male’s penis, scrotum and testes. The odds were in her favor that she could find what she needed.
“Are there any ‘Lady Margo’s’ lingerie shops nearby, Amanda?”
“Yes, there is one at the mall on Seventh Street. Why?”
“If we are going shopping tomorrow, I need to pick up some things for Leslie.”
“What things?”
“That's for me to know girl.”
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Leslie looked at the clock and saw that it was just five fifteen; since he didn’t know when his Aunt would be back, he wandered back into his Mom’s room. This was her room, so he felt closer to her here. In her closet he looked at all the dresses, skirts, blouses and slacks there. He took some of the clothes off the rod and held them up to him. He took time to remember seeing his Mom wearing this dress, or that skirt, with this blouse. He took off the skirt and blouse he was wearing and began to go through her wardrobe. He was saddened to find that he couldn’t wear some of her favorite things. His Mom still had a nice waist and although he was slim waisted, and was wearing something to take a few inches off, he figured he needed to take about two more inches off, still.
He still found quite a few things he could wear. He stepped into one dress and struggled to get it zipped. He had seen his Mom do that many times, she had made it look easy. Leslie found it awkward at best and had to change arms and arm position several times, to get it zipped up. What had taken his Mom seconds to do, had taken him a couple of minutes to figure out and accomplish.
The dress he now wore, was a baby blue and silver, ankle length formal; it was fitted just beneath the bust. It had a u shaped neckline, which was gathered at the breast and would have shown the curves of his breasts if he had any. Instead, he could see a little bit of pantyhose, which had been stuffed up top. The dress was a little loose down to the top of his hips and had a lot of fabric at the hemline. The hemline pooled just a little on the floor.
He didn’t remember his Mom being that much taller than he was, she must have worn a higher heel. Back at the shoe rack, he tried to remember what shoes she wore with this dress. He found a silver pair of sandals that was just a mass of tiny straps that arced in many different directions. He thought they were pretty cute. He sat on her bed and tried them on. He found that he had to wind the straps up his calf and they hooked together well above the thickest part of his calf. The sandals were an inch and a half higher than the black pumps and fit a little better too.
The soft fabric of the dress made him shiver as he walked in it. Even though he could take a longer stride wearing this dress, he found that it wasn’t comfortable doing so because of the heels and the fact that the dress would bunch between the legs, if he tried to do so.
He remembered that his Mom had worn this dress when she had gone to hear the symphony orchestra, with a guy she worked with. He walked to the living room and got out the family photo album. He had taken his Mom’s picture, when was it… six, no, seven months ago. He found the picture he was looking for. He smiled and began to cry a little, she was just so beautiful. Who was that guy… it was… Paul… Dunn, no… Paul Denton. That was who it was, Paul Denton. He looked to be about eight to ten years younger than his Mom. She had told him that his girlfriend had just broken up with him the week before. The tickets had cost him a small fortune and he didn’t want to go alone.
Melissa loved Classical Music and while she didn’t really consider the guy marriageable/dating type material, he was a nice kid. They both had a great time and she rewarded him with a kiss on his cheek, when he returned her home afterwards.
Leslie went through all the pictures, there were many happy times held in these albums. Melissa really liked taking pictures and having pictures of her and Leslie together. There were even pictures of his dad in the album. He looked handsome and strong.
“What would Dad think of me now?” He asked himself. “I know he would still love me, Dad was that kind of a man. He didn’t care about people’s lifestyles; he only cared how people lived out their lives. He always told me to do good and live my life proudly.”
Leslie clutched the albums to his chest. “I’ll have to make sure that I take these with me.”
He wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He laughed as he saw the mascara stains on his hand.
“Why do women wear this if they have to continually be aware of crying? I know, because it makes them look good.”
Leslie went back to his mother’s room. He found the makeup wipes and cleaned up the errant makeup. He cleaned it all up and then sat and looked at all the things sitting on the vanity. He then tried to remember what his Aunt and Amanda had done to him. He started with the foundation. He took a sponge and then dabbed a bit of foundation on it. He put small spots of foundation all over his face and then worked blending them together. He remembered his mom doing something similar, but he hadn’t paid attention back then. Leslie liked the way it evened out his skins texture and color. He picked up a compact and a large brush and then sort of painted his face with the pressed powder. That took the shine off of the areas of his face,where the makeup had worn thin.
“Girls don’t like their faces to look oily or shiny, I believe.”
He then looked at his Mom’s eye shadows. She had several palates that had many different colors of eye shadows. Many of them had never been used. He took a smaller brush and dabbed it in the various pots in the pallet. He then brushed it on the back of his hand. His skin tone was very much like his Mom’s had been before her illness, except she had gone more pallid at the end. It had been frightening to watch his Mom deteriorate at the end, but he found that he couldn’t not watch her. He had loved her so. He found a couple of colors that went together well and tried to apply them to his eyes. He had to start over several times before he realized that he had to add the color slowly, building it up till he got the results he wanted. This made blending colors easier and it was easier to get the other eye’s appearance closer.
He took that lesson to heart, as he tried to use the eyeliner. Luckily, he had a steady hand; he just never tried to draw a line on his eyelid before. The mascara was easier, especially since he only did his upper eyelashes. He didn’t want to try the lower eyelashes, which Amanda did. He brushed blush on his cheeks and diffused it a little more with the brush. He finished up with lipstick. He wasn’t entirely displeased with his look, it was his first try after all, but he clearly wasn’t as good as his Aunt, or Amanda.
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“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.”
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The girls put Amanda’s things in the trunk of Melissa’s town car. Amanda sat in middle of the front seat, Janet drove and Leslie was in the passenger seat.
“Tell me, Amanda,” Janet said, “I don’t remember saying you girls could have a sleep over.”
“I just thought that I could help Leslie more, if I could spend the night with him.”
“Think girl, Amanda. For today and any day Leslie is dressed like this, she is a girl. You could have warned me at least, when you called me this morning.”
“I was afraid you might say no, I am sorry, please forgive me Janet, you too Leslie.” Amanda said, looking down at her hands sitting on her lap.
“I guess it is easier to ask for forgiveness, than for permission. It turned out alright Amanda, you just need to think of others before you act,” Aunt Janet said.
Janet and Leslie both gave her one arm hugs which brought a smile to her face.
Janet drove to a mall that was all the way across town. It was about a forty minute drive to get there.
Janet found a parking space about ten cars away from the entrance. She watched Amanda and Leslie collect themselves so they could exit the car. Amanda was bubbly as expected, but she found Leslie acting like any other teenage girl albeit a little calmer.
“Let’s go girls,” Janet said.
“Alright, I am ready too,” Leslie said, smiling.
They got out and headed in. They walked together and talking. The mall was enormous and was designed as a giant X that was three stories tall. Each arm was about a hundred and fifty yards long with a major store anchoring each arm. The center of the mall was an enormous garden area that had many small kiosks and a food court. Just inside the door was a four sided map/index totem. One of those you are here things. They stopped and looked at it a bit, but they decided to just wander around a bit.
Leslie was like a kid in a candy store, as a guy, he liked to explore a new mall. He knew girls for the most part loved it even more. Exploring its walkways to see what stores were there, was their recreation. The boy Leslie was fascinated by the electronics, bookstores, novelties shops and games stores. The girl Leslie, with her companions, were here for fashions. Leslie just followed the girls lead.
The first shop they headed into was Victoria’s Secret. Janet decided to get the worst over first, also it was on the first floor not too far from the main entrance. They found it quite easily. Leslie knew that girls just loved to look at and try on lingerie. It was a large part of what the girls at school talked about when they felt they weren’t being overheard by boys. At school Leslie was sometimes on the periphery of girls and they didn’t really see him as much of a threat, and so at times he was shocked by what they talked about. Then again maybe they did it to see if they could shock him, he just didn’t know.
Anyway he, no she thought, I am Leslie Brooke and I am a girl. Girls love to shop, I love to shop. Anyways she just did what Amanda did; she went up to the racks of lingerie and started picking through them and inspecting them to see if she liked them. She found the racks sorted logically by size.
“Leslie, find three or four bra’s that you would like to try on,” Amanda said, “then we will go into the changing rooms and try them on. Let’s each get a matching set, so we can be dressed alike.”
“That sounds good, but Aunt Janet needs to get a matching set too.”
Janet’s eyebrows rose at that, she didn’t think that Leslie would be so comfortable going through lingerie racks, let alone suggesting that his Aunt get a matching set of bras and panties too. “Ok girls, but it might be best if I select the type of bras and you two match it. I need more support than you two do? Do you know your sizes?”
“I am a 32B size 5 or small Mrs. Blain,” Amanda said.
“Of course you know that I am a 34C and size 5 small too Aunty.”
Janet smiled, Leslie had to have checked out the new bra and panty she had gotten for him, “Well girls, I am a 38D and a size 6 medium, girls.”
They searched the racks for just the right bra and they each showed each other their finds. Janet insisted on an underwire bra with good support. She had seen several good bras, but wanted Leslie to find one that she and the girls could wear. She didn’t know it, but Amanda was doing her best to steer Leslie over to the good bras too. When Leslie pick up a shell pink demi cup bra the others just gushed over it.
“Get one to fit you and then get a couple of more your size and then let’s try them on.”
The girls went back to hunting and in about five minutes they each had four bras to try on. They then went to the changing rooms. The changing rooms were about the size of a small shower stall. There were hooks to hang clothes on and a curtain that hung from the top of the room to mid-calf. There was just two other ladies trying on things when they came in. One lady was in the hallway checking herself out in the mirror. She smiled as they came in. They each choose a room.
“Will you be alright by yourself,” Amanda whispered, into Leslie’s ear. She was concerned that he wouldn’t be able to get into and out of a bra without help.
“No problem, girl.” Leslie whispered back.
They each changed into their matching bra. Amanda was amazed with how the demi cup bra displayed her breasts look a lot bigger, her breasts were lifted and then pushed together. Leslie’s eyes got larger as she looked at herself. They met up in the hallway.
“Ooh that is a pretty corset,” Amanda said. “How does it feel?”
“It’s tight but, I have gotten used to it,” Leslie said. “I just wanted to get down a size or two.”
Leslie hoped that that sounded like a girl. She knew they were very concern about their dress size.
“Well what do you girls think of this bra?” Janet asked.
It had been a while since Janet had worn a bra like this. She didn’t really need to look bigger, but it was nice to see them sticking out front rather than hanging down.
“I like mine, and Leslie looks good in hers,” Amanda said.
“I like this one too Aunty,” Leslie said. She had a lot more cleavage than just what the breast forms gave her, as some of her real flesh had been push in and then up.
Janet was amazed, her Leslie was standing around in a bra and corset around women in various states of dress acting no differently than she or Amanda or the other ladies that were there. Leslie had gone into the lion’s den and had come out smiling.
After they each tried on the other bras they had chosen they put the ones they
weren’t keeping on the return rack and carried the ones they were keeping. Janet made sure that Leslie kept more than she put back. They then found matching panties for their selections.
They spent about an hour more shopping there. Leslie came out with the most. Janet knew that Leslie could wear most of his Mom’s things, but it felt good for a girl to have her own things too. She came out with eight bras and sixteen panties, along with some slips, camisoles, sleep shirts, jammies and things.
When the items were rung up, Amanda was a little surprised at how much they had spent, but Leslie was shocked. Janet just smiled at the girls. Leslie thought about how guy things were relatively cheap maybe five pair of briefs for ten dollars, boxers maybe three for ten dollars and five white t-shirts for twelve dollars. The bras at VS’s cost between thirty-five to seventy dollars and the cheapest panty they had selected was nearly eight dollars.
As they left Victoria’s Secret Leslie said, “I getting a little hungry, can we get a small bite?”
“I’m not surprised. You didn’t eat much breakfast with that corset on. We’ll try to stop for a small bite every couple of hours. You really need to eat to keep your energy up,” Janet said.
While they ate Amanda had a thousand questions she asked Leslie about the corset, breast forms, shoes and the clothes Leslie was wearing. Leslie answered what she could about how everything felt and such, but she let Janet answer about which stores they came from.
“I would love to have a corset and a pair of those shoes,” Amanda said.
“You don’t really need a corset, Amanda, you already have a twenty four or five inch waist,” Leslie said.
“How do you know, you haven’t measured me.”
“No but I have two eyes, I always thought you were beautiful.”
Amanda blushed and smiled at Leslie, “I always thought you were beautiful too Leslie.”
“Even though the Leslie you knew was a guy?”
“Yes, I thought you were too beautiful to be a guy. I didn’t care though, guy or girl it didn’t matter to me. I guess I am Bi, then when I saw Leslie the girl I sort of went crazy. I had the best of both worlds. At least till I learned you were moving away.”
“I am sorry girls,” Janet said. “There is just no way we can stay.”
“I know, Ms. Blain, but we can still be best friends forever,” Amanda said, holding her left pinky towards Leslie.
Leslie wrapped her pinky around Amanda’s and said, “Best friends forever.”
The girls leaned towards each other and gave the other girl a quick kiss to the lips, to seal their friendship.
Janet thought that that was an extremely feminine thing to do. She really needed to talk to Carla Freeman tonight.
After they selected and ate their salads they hit the teen specialty stores. Amanda and Leslie went wild selecting and trying on clothes, mixing and matching colors, fabrics and textures. Janet and the girls selected a lot of clothes for Leslie. There were skirts, dresses, tops, slacks, jeans, shorts, sweaters and jackets. While the boy Leslie had two thirds of his closet filled, the girl Leslie was going to have to figure out where to put everything.
They had so much stuff they had to make a trip to the Lincoln and stuff the trunk.
They then popped into Neiman Marcus to pick a couple of suits and some dressier teen fashions. Leslie looked fantastic in a maroon suit and a cream colored suit. Janet bought two skirts for each suit, a short sexy skirt and a knee length skirt for business.
They walked past the formals on their way to makeup. Amanda saw a gown she just had to try on. It was a one shoulder floor length black chiffon gown. Leslie browsed while her friend hunted for the gown in her size. She was smitten by a floor length teal organza gown, which would look great at any formal event. Janet was lost in her shoppers trance and encouraged Leslie to try it on. Janet went with the girls to help them try on the gowns.
When they left their dressing room, they looked each other over.
“Amanda you look so stunning in that gown,” Leslie said.
“She does, doesn’t she,” Janet said.
“If I am stunning then you are a killer. You’ll kill all the guys in that dress girlfriend.”
“You need a higher heel though Amanda or they could hem it up for you,” Janet said.
“I have just the shoes for that dress they are a black patent pump with a T-strap above the ankle, Amanda. They are too small for me now. They are eight and a half’s, what size do you wear?”
“I wear an eight; I might be able to wear them. How high are the heels?”
“Maybe five inches.”
“I have got to try them on. I have never worn a heel that high before.”
Janet loved the way the girls looked so much she bought both gowns.
In the beauty department Janet bought Leslie all new makeup. Melissa’s makeup was a close match to Leslie and he could keep much of it, but Janet felt better getting Leslie her own makeup. She spent enough at each name brand kiosk to qualify for the free give away. Leslie was given everything a girl needed for a six month journey and a very nice makeup case to hold it all. Janet and Amanda had so much fun helping Leslie, who seemed to be having just as much fun. Leslie even selected her own scent
Acqua Di Gio Perfume. Janet liked it on Leslie it was a light fresh scent.
From the jewelry department, Amanda and Janet helped Leslie pick out some earrings, bracelets and other things that were more appropriate for a teen, for dressier occasions Leslie could use her Mom’s jewelry, Melissa had a lot of pretty things. Janet spotted these two silver necklaces that had silver and diamond split heart pendants with the inscription BFF. She would come back for these two necklaces.
The last department they hit was the shoe department. Leslie the boy owned five pair of shoes (two pair of dress shoes, two pair of athletic shoes and a pair of house shoes and one pair of western boots). Leslie the girl had to have two dozen pairs of shoes, including two calf length boot, three ankle boots, five pair of pumps, four heeled sandals, four flats, three pair of house shoes, three sports shoes.
Janet had to pull the car to the loading dock. The poor Town Car had never been fuller. The girls had no choice but to ride in the front seat.
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Janet pulled up to the curb in front of their apartment building, the doorman rushed to open the passenger door. He helped Leslie out giving her a curious glance and then he helped Amanda. Janet had gotten out and asked for a dolly. (A hotel luggage trolley for the British readers.) After looking in the backseat, he went back inside and pulled one of those bellman carts out to the car. It took him ten minutes with the girls help to load the cart.
“Leslie, you and Amanda go on up, while I park the car.”
No one saw the doorman’s eyebrows rise and his eyes bug out a bit as he pushed the cart for the girls. Another doorman took his place as they headed to the elevator. He eyed Leslie in an appreciative manner, while he tried to resolve the incongruities.
He knew almost all of his tenants. The Leslie he knew was a shy quiet boy, whose mom just passed away. He just quietly pushed the cart following the girls to the apartment of Melissa Brooke.
Leslie opened her purse and took out her keys to open the doors.
“Call me downstairs and I pick up the cart ma’am,” he said after pushing it into their home.
“Thank you William,” Leslie said.
“You’re welcome, Leslie.”
After he left Amanda turned to her friend, “You know you just told him, that you knew him, don’t you.”
“Of course, I know him; he has been on our door for years.”
“Yes, but Leslie the girl, hasn’t been around for years.”
“He is alright. He won’t be a problem. Besides I am gone in eight days.”
“Alright, but still be careful.”
“Let’s give Aunty a fashion show. Grab you gown and follow me.”
Leslie grabbed her gown and led Amanda to her Mom’s room. After laying her dress on the bed she went into the closet and came out carrying the heels she told Amanda about and the silver sandals she had worn earlier. Amanda had already taken off her blouse and skirt. She was wearing a convertible bra and was adjusting the way her straps went.
“Ohh…Those shoes are to die for Leslie I can’t wait to try them on.”
Leslie undressed and then Amanda helped her with the sandals and the dress.
“Girls, I am home,” Janet said as she came in the apartment.
“We’re in Mom’s room Aunty,” she heard in reply.
Janet then went to Melissa’s room. There she saw Amanda in her underwear, zipping Leslie into her formal.
“Really, You girls should unload the cart, before you start playing dress up.”
“Where are we going to put everything Aunt Janet?”
“That might be a problem. We can go through your Mom’s things and give them away. I guess. I don’t know.”
“We can put Mom’s things in the boy’s room for now I guess, I will be staying in this room, I think,” Leslie suggested.
“Alright then take your gowns off and let’s begin to work then.”
Leslie pouted a bit and then said alright.
Janet first selected older clothes and handed them to Leslie and Amanda. She was amazed to find both girls still in their underwear, wearing sky scrapper heels. The two girls would then take them to Leslie’s room and laid them on the bed. Janet then began picking things that were more mature, things a teen usually wouldn’t wear, and she worked on both sides moving things to the other side till half of the closet was clear. Janet knew her sister really loved to shop and thought about her own closet which was no different.
“Amanda would you be a dear and fetch the dolly?”
“On the way.”
Janet looked at Leslie. She was cute standing there in her underwear with those sandals on, smiling.
“You OK kiddo?”
“I am great Aunty,” she said, smiling and then hugging her Aunt.
She smiled back at her niece, and when Amanda pushed the cart to the door she said.
“Okay shoes on the floor, clothes on the bed till we get some hangers for them.”
The girls unloaded the bags of clothes onto the bed and then formed a line and passed each other the shoe boxes. Janet then set them on the floor, with the boots at the back.
When the cart was empty Aunt Janet then said. “Okay girls, while I take the cart back downstairs you two go through the vanity. Get rid of any eye makeup that has been opened and used. I don’t really want you to use those things Leslie. You can keep anything that isn’t opened. Get rid of your mom’s foundation too. It’s not the right shade for you.”
Amanda sat at the vanity and Leslie fetched a new liner for the trash can as Janet left the room pushing the cart. Amanda pointed out which makeups to Leslie had to go. They kept the unopened, things mostly lipsticks, mascaras and such. They then began throw away the old makeup, of which there was a lot. Amanda also threw away most of the old brushes. She knew that Mrs. Blain had bought Leslie a new set. She just kept some of the really nice sable brushes.
“The last month and a half Mom stopped wearing much makeup, mostly she just wore lipstick. She said she just didn’t feel like getting dolled up.”
“I am so sorry Leslie. I can understand your Mom not feeling up to putting on her makeup. When my Grandmother was sick, she was the same way.”
“Did she die too?”
“No, but she came close. She was very sick for almost a year.”
The girls had almost finished when Janet returned.
“Okay girls you did fine. Now Leslie get your makeup case and bring your makeup here. Leslie hand your friend your makeup. Amanda, when she hands you something put one of each item on the vanity top and put the rest in the case.”
Janet sat on the bed and watched the girls work. Amanda first cleaned the vanity. It had collected a bit of dust in places. She had Leslie get her a bath cloth. The girl then cleaned out all the drawers, before she started putting Leslie’s things away.
They talked and laughed as they began emptying the bags.
Janet realized that Amanda had a smart sense of humor, but what startled her was the fact that Leslie did too. She had never seen her nephew joke around that much; he had been the shy quiet type. But Leslie as her niece was something else she thought.
Aunt Janet left the girls to their own devices and went to her nephew’s room. She went through the clothes that were on the bed and began to steal hangers. She made to piles of clothes. She sorted one pile of clothes for goodwill (the larger pile) and one pile for further evaluation.
It only took the girls twenty minutes to get the makeup sorted out. Once Amanda was finished she went over with Leslie where everything was.
Janet came back to the room the girls were in and dumped a load of hangers on the floor.
“Girls go through the bags, hang the clothes that need it and hand them to me. I will sort them and hang them in the closet.”
Leslie went through the bags, clothes that needed hanging she handed to Amanda, the rest she folded and placed them on her bed. Amanda took the clothes Leslie handed her and put them on hangers before handing them to Janet who hung them up.
It didn’t take long for the girls to finish hanging the clothes up.
Janet then attacked the dresser. She threw away the panties and piled the bras up; she would take those to goodwill too. She kept most of her sisters slips, nightgowns and things, throwing away some of the older, worn things that were still in the dresser. She then had the girls hand her Leslie’s new clothes.
Working together it had only taken the girls about an hour from cart to a clean room.
They all giggled when they heard Leslie’s stomach growl.
“I will order some delivery. Leslie, find a robe for you and Amanda. After we eat we can play dress up.”
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Janet called an Italian restaurant and ordered chicken fettuccini Alfredo, eggplant parmigiana and white bean salad for three.
The girls came into the living room wearing short satin kimono robes. Janet had to smile seeing Amanda in her sister’s five inch heels. She was walking a little timidly trying to get use to the added height, but she did look so good in them.
“Do those heels fit Amanda?”
“They were just a tad long, but they feel alright.”
“Walk around in them a bit and see if you can get use to them.”
Amanda walked around with Leslie. They both had a seductive walk. Leslie was just as good as Amanda if not better in the taller heels. Amanda then began giving Leslie tips on how girls send messages to boys, with their walk posture and how they looked at the boys.
“Boys are dumb creatures Leslie; you have to send them messages to them using body language. Whether you are interested in them or you don’t want anything to do with them or you’re out of their league, you can tell them without saying a word. Then there are boys you have to hit over the head with a two by four to get their attention.”
“Like Leslie?” Leslie asked.
“Yes like Leslie.”
“You also have to be careful of the boys who can’t take a hint or “NO!” for an answer. Those boys can be dangerous, especially to a girl like you. Please don’t get yourself hurt,” Amanda said. “I would hate myself if you got hurt.”
Leslie hugged the girl and said. “I can’t promise that I won’t get hurt, you know what people are like, but I will promise to be careful. I am also sorry that I used to be one of those dumb boys. I liked you a lot, but I felt that I wasn’t macho enough for a girl like you.”
Janet’s mouth hung open. She would have to think about what Leslie said, very carefully. She didn’t know but thought that her nephew might not be back that much, if ever. She saw two girls comforting one another.
She then went to the kitchen and opened up a bottle of red wine and decanted it so it could breathe. She then set three places in a formal style, with wine and water glasses. Her sister had a nice taste in tableware.
When the doorman buzzed them, Janet told him to send the delivery man on up. After paying for the food they sat down to eat.
Janet poured them each one glass of wine. She believed children should be taught how to drink the right way. Her mom taught Melissa and Janet to drink, not to get drunk but to appreciate the wine and how it went with the food they ate with it. She told this to the girls.
She took her wine glass and sniffed its fragrance. A wines fragrance could tell you whether it was fit to drink and what your palate could expect. She described the fragrance to the girls. They took their own glasses and evaluated the wine. It was a good wine and as Janet took her first sip, she found that the flavor spoke well for the fragrance.
The girls followed suit and then discussed the wine, before they started eating. The wine complimented the flavor of the food. They sipped it slowly like Aunt Janet did while they ate.
Leslie had never been a talker at the table. He would respond if he was asked something or was talked to directly, but it was sort of short answer stuff. Now Leslie tried to help keep the conversation up at the table. Janet for one found this new Leslie delightful.
After dinner the girls helped Janet clean up.
They then went to Leslie’s room, which is how they thought of Melissa’s old room now. The girls were disappointed that they were told not to put their gowns on. Janet had other ideas, she and Amanda tutored Leslie on how to mix and match. They had her make a dozen outfits matching tops, bottoms, dresses and shoes, then choosing accessories to go with it. Leslie became a quick change artist, using ticks the girls showed her and with her fashion lessons she could dress for different occasions.
Finally Janet had Leslie strip down to her underwear and sit at the vanity. She first put Leslie’s hair in a bun and decorated it with a tortoise shell comb. She saw that Amanda was doing a twist with a pretty butterfly clip. Janet then worked on her niece’s makeup, working quickly but carefully. She didn’t take time to show them what she was doing. She just did it. She gave Leslie an elegant, sophisticated look.
Amanda had gotten her makeup while Janet worked on Leslie and put on her own foundation, powder lipstick and blush. Janet then applied her eye makeup, giving her the same classy look.
The girls loved what she did for them, even though they were just in their undies, they looked very good.
Janet then helped them to get dressed.
When she got them dressed she took pictures of them with her camera and her phone before she let them go to the mirror. Once they were both dressed she noticed a change in both girls. They both were regal in their demeanor. They stood a little taller, held their heads up and their faces showed a calm grace. They weren’t being haughty or snooty; they reminded her of Princess Diane. Yes she was royalty, but she showed she cared about other people.
She took the best picture on her phone and sent it to Gloria. She then texted Gloria.
A few minutes later Gloria texted her one word, “Wow!”
“Girls I am going to make us tea, then afterwards I am afraid you will need to get undressed and into sleepwear.”
The girls groaned, they didn’t want to go through the hassle to be dressed nicely just for a few minutes but they did what they were told to do. They knew she didn’t want them ruining their dresses.
“Go to the living room and I will bring the tea to you.”
The girls headed to the living room talking as Janet headed into the kitchen. She called Gloria on her phone and talked to her as she prepared the tea. They hatched a plan as they talked.
Janet brought a tray into the living room. On the tray was a fine China tea service and everything they needed. Janet poured the tea and asked how the girls like theirs.
“Honey and lemon, please,” Amanda said.
“Cream and sugar,” Leslie said.
She passed the girls their tea. She didn’t need to tell them to be careful; at least she hoped she didn’t have to. Janet then made her own tea with cream and sugar.
“So Leslie, did you enjoy your day today?”
“Oh Aunt Janet I had a lovely time today. I had lots of fun. Being together with you and Amanda was wonderful.”
“May I call you Aunt Janet too,” Amanda asked.
“Of course you may Amanda, I would love that.”
“I really loved shopping with you and helping Leslie. She is so wonderful. I am glad we are friends.”
She gave Leslie an air kiss, not wanting to mess up their makeup.
They talked for ten minutes and then Janet proclaimed it was time to change. She helped the girls get undressed and let them alone to change into sleep wear.
Fifteen minutes later they came out. They had cleaned their faces, let their hair down and had changed for bed. Amanda wore a satin sleep shirt and Leslie wore a cotton tank and satin jammies, sans corset. Her waist looked small but would expand overnight. It was apparent that she still wore her gaff, though.
“I don’t have to tell you two not to mess around, NO SEX, do I?”
“No ma’am,” they both replied.
“Good then I leave you two to your best behavior. Do whatever you two want to do and go to sleep when you feel like it. Just remember, I will be rattling your cages in the morning.”
After the girls acknowledged her words, she left them alone.
(to be continued)
Leslie and Amanda have more fun together, as the time of parting draws near.
Out of Mourning- Part 5
by
Paula Dillon
In her room, Janet called her friend Carla Freeman, Carla was a PhD, a Clinical Psychologist, on a landline. They had gone to college together. Janet chose to take business and Carla chose psychology.
“Hey Janet,” Carla said,
“Checking your caller ID, I see. Hello Carla, we need to talk.”
“Go right ahead, girlfriend.”
Janet spent an hour and a half talking to her friend. She told her everything she could remember, holding nothing back. She sent Carla the pictures she had taken on her phone.
“I don’t know if I did the right thing Carla. I just didn’t want to hurt her. Then I, or Amanda and I, went crazy shopping today. I spent almost five thousand dollars on girl clothes and other things, just for her.”
“That was some shopping spree girl, did she have fun?”
“I really believe she did. What do you think?”
“I think that I need to talk to her and see what she has to say. Does she think of herself in the feminine?”
“Yes she does, or it appears so. It’s almost like she is a whole different person. As my niece, she is bubbly and vivacious, while as my nephew, he was shy and silent. Did I hurt that boy?”
“Probably not. I won’t hazard a guess without talking to the patient, but I approve of your handling; except for maybe your overzealous shopping trip. He might feel trapped into being a girl, but if I had to make a bet on it, I think SHE loved the attention and closeness.”
“Will we ever see my nephew again?”
“Time will tell, girlfriend. I won’t make any guarantees. Would it upset you if he didn’t?”
“I love Leslie too much. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Good girl. When are you coming back to California?”
“Next Tuesday. I have to check Leslie out of school, arrange for the sale of Melissa’s home, pay the bills and stuff, before I can come home. The Will was simple, as she had put everything in Leslie’s name while she was still alive.”
“Leslie knows he can end things anytime, right?”
“Yes, I made sure he knew that. I told him several times that he can change back anytime.”
“Good, then tell him again when you two are alone and let him decide when its time.”
“I need to get some sleep, Carla.”
“Take care of Leslie, but just as important, take care of yourself. I look forward to seeing you two. Bye.”
“Bye Carla.”
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Amanda took Leslie’s hand and led her back to her room.
“ ‘I’ want to teach you how do to some makeup,” she said, with emphasis on the I. “It’s a rite of passage that girlfriends experiment with makeup, ignoring their mother’s advice, to create some provocative looks.”
Amanda had a humorous, predatory look in her eyes and Leslie had a humorous look of terror in hers.
They sat at the vanity and began playing, teaching and having fun. There were some good looks, some spectacular failures, and a lot of hilarious results. They were giggling, laughing and joking, all the while they created a small mountain of used makeup wipes.
They sat on the bed and then Leslie was taught how girls paint each other’s nails.
“Your nails are so short.”
“I know, my Aunt already talked about that with me. The last few weeks my Mom was alive, I was a knot of worry and took to chewing on my nails.”
“I am so sorry, Leslie. That was terrible about what happened.”
Both girls began to cry and held on to each other.
“Are you going to be alright, Leslie?”
“It still hurts and I imagine it won’t be going away anytime soon, if ever. I mean, I really loved my Mom, but she told me not to let this ruin my life. I intend to show my Mom I love her, by going on and living well.”
Amanda experimented with the nail colors by painting each nail a different color. Leslie had over a dozen different colors. After Amanda finished, they talked about each color and debated which looked best, which would go better with this look, or better with that look.
“Pick a color, Leslie.”
She looked at her nails and selected a color, “I like this bubble gum pink for now.”
Amanda cleaned all her nails and then began to paint them all bubble gum pink. She even did Leslies toenails.
“At least you didn’t chew your toe nails, Leslie,” Amanda said, sniggering.
“Eww gross,” Leslie said, gagging till she began laughing.
“I saw you in your panties, after you took off your padded brief, how did you hide your ah…” Amanda said, pointing at the other girl’s crotch.
“Oh, my Aunt bought me this thing. It’s called a gaff, it’s like a thong. I have to push my balls up into my body. It surprised the hell out of me when she first helped me do it. Then the gaff holds my penis in place, pointing towards the back.”
“Okay, I knew it had to be something like that,” she was still a little uncertain, but she got the gist of it, maybe.
Leslie then returned the favor and painted Amanda’s fingernails and toenails.
“You ought to get some acrylic nails, Leslie.”
“Those are semi-permanent, aren’t they?”
“Yes, they are. They last months.”
“Can’t right now, a boy is expected at school on Thursday.”
“Maybe we can get you some press on nails then, you can take them off whenever you want to.”
“Are you alright with all this girl stuff?” Amanda asked, with a worried expression. “I mean we did get a little crazy today.”
“Aunt Janet told me I could stop anytime I wanted too. I certainly can afford it. Aunty and I aren’t hurt for money, I just don’t want to quit right now.”
“Are you ever going back to being a boy?”
“I really don’t know. I know being a girl isn’t all fun and games, but I have never felt so alive. These last two days have been like a dream, a good dream. I just can’t say what will come out of all of this.”
After their nails dried, they each put on a pair of high-heeled sandals. Amanda pushed Leslie down on the bed, straddled her lap, and kissed her, slipping her tongue in her friend’s mouth. The kiss went on for over a minute.
“Not bad, but let me teach you how to kiss like a girl. Kiss me like I kissed you.”
Leslie was uncertain about this, but did it anyway. She was apparently a quick study, because this kiss lasted longer and had both of them moaning. It was a good thing she was wearing the gaff.
“hmmm… much better, you aren’t such a bad kisser. Movie time now; do you have any microwave popcorn?”
“That is one of the four basic food groups, along with chocolate, Ice Cream and soda, isn’t it?”
“You bet it is. Fix your lipstick, then go pop us a bag.”
Leslie headed to the kitchen and Amanda grabbed the blanket, off of the bed, and a couple of pillows, before heading into the den. Leslie found Amanda covered with a blanket, with the TV on, on an ‘ON DEMAND’ channel.
“Dang, your Mom blocked the mature rated movies.”
“Yeah, she did. You can still pick R and down though.”
Amanda raised the blanket and patted on the pillows, next to the arm of the couch. Leslie sat on the pillows and Amanda pulled Leslie on her lap and put an arm around Leslie, pulling her close, and starting the movie.
It wasn’t long after the popcorn was gone, that Leslie started to get drowsy. Amanda saw this and turned the girl toward her, pulled her into a hug. Leslie gave Amanda a light kiss to the throat and then fell asleep, lightly snoring, her head resting on Amanda’s shoulder.
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Janet woke early the next morning. She got up and put a robe on, before heading to the kitchen. As she passed through the living room, she saw the kids sleeping together on the couch.
A head moved and an arm waved to her. Amanda mouthed, “help” as she got closer. The girl moved the blanket, so Janet could see. Leslie was asleep and she was hugging Amanda’s leg to her chest. The girl had it in a death grip and her hand was in a delicate position. Amanda looked flush.
Amanda whispered, “I need to get up to pee, but I can’t get loose without waking Leslie. Her thumb is in an embarrassing position. Whenever either one of us moves, ‘OH God.’ It’s such an exquisite agony to orgasm with a full bladder.”
Janet gave a snigger at the situation. Leslie is a sound sleeper, but when he wakes, he is fully awake. Janet took the hem of Amanda’s sleep shirt and tickled Leslie’s nose. Leslie moved her arm to scratch her nose. Amanda quickly moved her leg, and Leslie rolled over. Janet helped the girl to get loose. She found it funny, watching the teen rush in five-inch heels, to get to the bathroom.
In the kitchen, she started heating a pot of water. She retrieved a cup and a bag of tea; she was surprised though, when a pair of arms encircled her in a hug.
“Morning Amanda,”
“Good Morning Aunt Janet.”
“Want a cup of tea?”
“Sure.”
Janet got another cup and teabag, when the kettle whistled, she poured their cups.
“Did you girls have fun last night?”
“Yes ma’am, I showed her how to use makeup and we made each other up. She’s a little shaky, but I think she will do fine in that department. Then we did each other’s nails. She really needs some press on nails till Thursday. Then we watched a movie and ate popcorn. We talked awhile, while we did our makeup and nails.”
“What did you two talk about?”
“Oh, about this and that.”
“Amanda, do you think we went too far with all of this? I am afraid that I am hurting Leslie.”
“Oh no Aunt Janet. I think this is just what Leslie needed, when she needed it.”
“Well, I worry that he might feel trapped into being a girl. I told him he could stop anytime he wanted.”
“That’s what she told me. I won’t tell you everything we talked about, but she knows she can quit at any time, she knows being a girl isn’t all fun and games, she doesn’t know when, or if, he will come back. She had as much fun as we did, yesterday. She seems like a whole different person, or maybe a completed person. I don’t know.”
“That’s my thoughts too. My nephew wasn’t a go-getter. My niece, however, is going to be something else.”
“They are both the same person, but your niece is more open and outgoing, I think.”
“So, does she think she is a girl?”
“She knows she wasn’t born a girl, she isn’t delusional, but I think she has the heart of a girl. She is definitely more feminine than masculine, even before this weekend. Just guessing, but I think she will be a, not a girly girl, but a warm, sophisticated girl.”
“A Princess Diana, type girl?”
“Before my time. I was one or two, when she died, I think.”
Janet looked over to the breakfast counter. Her laptop was there, charging. She got it and after booting it up, searched for ‘Princess Diana’ on You Tube. She played a couple of selections for Amanda.
“She had her faults, we all do, but she could be sophisticated and elegant, yet she loved children. She would get down on their level to talk to them,” Janet said.
“She was very pretty when she was dating Prince Charles, but you can tell that she began to get weary, as the years went by.”
“Power can do that to you. What time did you two get to sleep?”
“A little after midnight. Leslie was so tuckered, she went to sleep on my shoulder.”
“Let’s fix her breakfast; we have some things to do.”
The smell of coffee and bacon woke Leslie up. She sat up and looked at her toes, she had ten pretty toes. She stood carefully in her heels, and went to the nearest bathroom. After finishing her morning business, she let her nose lead her.
Janet noticed Leslie coming into the kitchen, “Good, you are up, we were just about ready to wake you.”
Leslie smiled and hugged her Aunt and Amanda, “Good morning, how are you two?”
“We’re pretty good,” Janet said.
They sat down and ate. They talked about what they were going to do.
“First, we need to get your ears pierced, Leslie. Just some simple studs; which you can hide with your hair. Amanda pointed out, that we can get you some press on nails. They can be removed easy enough. Are you up for this?”
“Whatever you think, Aunty. I am depending on you.”
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They all took time to shower and get dressed. Leslie was bound into her corset, to get her waist back down to twenty six inches, her waist had expanded a bit over night. She then dressed in a green silk blouse, brown, slim slacks and brown boots.
Janet opened her sister’s jewelry case, looking for something to compliment Leslie’s outfit. She selected a gold chain and pendant, a gold cuff bracelet and a couple of rings, her eye’s went big as saucers as she spotted one other item, she took it and put it in her purse.
Dressed, they headed out. The first place they went to was to a beauty shop. Janet arranged for both girls to get their hair done.
“Hi, I am Gina, I have Leslie.”
“Hi, I am Reggie and I have Amanda.”
“This is my niece Leslie and her friend Amanda.”
The girls followed their stylists to their workstation.
“What can we do for you today?” Gina asked.
“My niece is appearing in a play. Have you heard of Victor/Victoria?”
“Yes, I know the storyline. Is she playing Victoria?”
“Yes, she needs to look like a guy, but she doesn’t want to get rid of her long hair. In fact, the director wants a long haired Victor. She just doesn’t want a too masculine hair style; she wants to be able to look feminine too.”
Gina ran her hands through the girl’s hair.
“It already is pretty androgynous. You have been a bad girl too; you need your split ends taken care of. I can see some possibilities.”
Gina went on to explain to Janet and Leslie, what she wanted to do. When they agreed, she sent Leslie to the shampoo station.
“Isn’t she really a Victor, wanting to look like Victoria?” Gina whispered into Janet’s ear.
With a little trepidation, Janet whispered back to Gina, “Yes… she is… She is transgendered from what her psychologist tells me. I just want her to be able to look feminine at home and not get killed at school.”
“I fully understand, I have a few male customers just like her, but few of them could pass as easily as she could.”
“How could you tell?”
“No one thing gave her away, rather, it is the sum of several clues; her hair, her nails, and the fact her ears aren’t pierced. That, coupled with the play you say she is in, the corset she is wearing and her eyebrows, just add up that way. Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter to me, I find that it is a challenge for my skills. She makes a very pretty girl.”
“Please, if you are going to pluck her brows, don’t pluck them too much.”
“I might clean them up a bit, but I will leave them full.”
“Speaking of pierced ears, I would like her ears pierced and these put in,” Janet said, handing Gina a pair of earrings.
“Oh pretty, they aren’t starters, so I will use a piercing needle.”
“Good, I am going to pick up a few things, how long will the girls be?”
“No more than an hour and a half.”
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Janet came back early from her forays. The girls were almost ready, so she waited up front for them to be finished. Amanda came out first. She looked fabulous. She had had her bangs trimmed and her hair shaped, before her makeup was applied. They hugged and talked for a few minutes.
Gina then came out and announced Leslie. Leslie then stepped from around the corner. Her hair and makeup were done better, than Janet or Amanda could ever hope to do. Gina had trimmed Leslie’s split ends and shaped her hair a bit. She had pierced Leslie’s ears and inserted the studs that Janet had supplied; a pair of Princess cut, one carat t.w. studs. She had also done Leslie’s nails.
She looked fabulous.
“I showed Leslie how to glam up her hair using a curling iron and how to make it look right for the play. I trimmed her brows a touch, nothing too drastic. She is wearing press on nails right now and I changed her makeup routine a bit, to bring out her natural beauty. It was a privilege to work with her. Did I nail her, or what?”
“I think you did a wonderful job,” Janet said.
“Leslie, you look great girl.”
“Thank you Gina. Girls, we need to go, we have a lot to do before dinner.”
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They went to eat lunch and hit a few more shops. They notice that they were turning a few heads as they went along, but they enjoyed the attention that they were getting. Leslie got some of the odd things a girl needs, to take care of her hair, berets, clips, scrunchies and other things.
In leather goods, Leslie picked out a wallet and a matching purse. Her Mom had a number of nice purses and wallets, but these were Leslie’s first.
Janet wanted Leslie to have things she could identify as hers, rather than just things that were handed down to her from her Mom. Those things are still important, but so are things that were bought just for you.
They got home about two in the afternoon. Janet sat the girls down and talked to them, “I have a surprise for you, I talked to your Mom last night, Amanda. I sent her a picture of you two girls dressed up. Gloria loved the way you two looked. She wants us all to dress up for dinner. She will be here at five and then we will all head out to a photo studio for glamour shots.”
Amanda and Leslie both jumped up with excitement.
Leslie was amazed over the next two hours, as the three of them got ready. As a boy, he had never taken more than ten, or twenty minutes, to get ready for a formal event, although, he remembered just how long it had taken his mom to get ready. The fact that she and Amanda were mostly ready from their time in the salon, made the forty-five minutes it took even more shocking.
They worked as a team to help each other. Janet picked out several of Melissa’s dresses and tried them on. She had to change bras once, to try on the strapless dresses. Most of Melissa’s things didn’t fit her bigger bust and waist well; the dresses just pulled to tight across the bust, or wrinkled, as the seams where pulled too tight. She did find a nice gown in a Royal Blue Satin halter top, gown that fit nicely. The gown just fit beneath the bust and flared enough from there, to fit Janet’s slightly larger frame. She wore a halter bra underneath the dress, after checking that the bra was hidden by the dress.
Janet then put on one of Melissa’s garter belts and a pair of stockings. At least she and Melissa had their shoe size in common, that made selecting shoes that matched the dress easier. Amanda took a wet comb to Janet’s hair, as Leslie began to take care of polishing her fingernails. With her hair rolled up, Janet then did her own makeup. It took her about twenty-five minutes to get a look that she was happy with and complimented her dress.
With her hair still in rollers, the girls helped each other get dressed in the gowns and shoes. Janet helped select some accessories from Melissa’s things, for them all to wear, and elegant handbags to carry.
Janet sat at the vanity and worked on her hair. After she got it in shape she checked her makeup, touching it up where needed. She then checked the girls’ makeup and hair, touching it up.
They were gushing over each other’s appearance, when Janet said, “Girls, you look almost ready, I have one more thing for you.” She handed each girl a wrapped box. “Okay, give the box you are holding to your friend and then you may open them.”
The two girls handed the boxes they were holding to the other. They opened their box. Inside the boxes were a silver and diamond split heart pendant, when they are put together they read BFF. On the back of Amanda’s was Leslie’s name engraved and on Leslie’s, Amanda’s name was engraved.
They thought that the pendants were the most beautiful things they had seen. They helped each other put their necklace on. Leslie started to kiss Amanda, but she stopped her saying, “Careful, we don’t want to have to redo our makeup.”
They leaned forward a bit and gave each other a light peck on the lips.
“Gloria should be here in a few minutes,” Janet said. “Why don’t we just sit in the living room for a bit.”
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Gloria West dressed in an emerald green evening dress. The dress had a deep V and was fitted to the waist, followed her hips and then went straight to the floor. She had also spent hours getting ready. After she had seen the pictures of the girls on her phone and had heard what was on Janet’s mind, she was thrilled to go along.
She parked her Mercedes and fed the meter. The doorman hammed it up a bit and bowed deeply after taking off his hat. He then opened the door for her. She giggled and blushed as she passed by him.
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Janet opened the door and let Gloria in after she answered the door.
“Oh my, you all look so nice,” she said when she saw the girls.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Mom. Look at my pendant Aunt Janet got for us.”
“Oh my, it is lovely. I see Leslie has one almost like it.”
“It is a BFF, or Best Friends Forever pendant, Mrs. West,” Leslie supplied.
The girls stood close enough, facing each other, for Gloria to put the two halves of the necklace together. She then turned them over and saw the girls’ names on the back.
“I think they a very nice, did you thank Janet.”
“Thank you Aunt Janet,” they both replied, hugging her.
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The photographer whistled as the four ladies entered her studio.
“Hello, I am Dorothy, what can I do for you ladies today?”
“We want singles on all of us, me and my niece, Gloria and Amanda, the girls together and a group shot.”
“Well, I have to say that you all look so nice. Is this for a special occasion?”
“No, not really, Leslie and I are moving to California and the girls want a memento of their friendship.”
Dorothy had fun doing this shoot; she had seen the split heart pendants and shot the girls so that the heart halves could come together. She shot the girls holding the heart together with their lips touching in a sedate kiss. The photographer urged the girls to express themselves. They all had a good laugh as the girls vamped a pose or two.
Leslie and Amanda did Thelma and Louise of Park Avenue number, with two prop shotguns, Fedoras, and a couple of feather boas, while they leaned on each other back to back, they gave their most angelic smile for one shot and sultry smiles for the next.
The photographer fed off of the girls’ enthusiasm and humor. She encouraged the girls to go farther than either would have on their own. She had the girls change into Can Can outfits
“I should have the proofs back on Friday and you can select the shots you like. It will be two weeks for retouching and processing.”
“You can send me the prints I choose by mail, can’t you?” Janet asked.
“Sure, we do it all the time, but I prefer to use UPS.
“That is fine.”
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At Pierre’s French restaurant, the girls were treated like celebrities by the valet’s, who opened the doors for them and parked their car, to the waiters and the maá®tre de, who helped them take their seats. They fed off of the attention and they took on a more regal and sophisticated bearing. The waiter handed each lady a menu and took their drink orders. The menus listed each item in French, with an English translation following.
“Leslie, you have had two years of French, I would like to see it put to use. We will each select our entre’ and you will order it for us in French,” Janet said.
Leslie paled a bit, it was true that he/she had taken two years of French, receiving A’s for his/her course work, but he/she had never used that French in a practical manner. “Yes ma’am, I will try.”
Amanda went all Yoda in response and said, “Do, or do not, there is no try,” in her best voice mimicking the diminutive Star Wars character.
“Don’t blame me if you get hamburgers and French fries, instead of veal Cordon Bleu.”
They discussed what they wanted, asking Leslie what this was or that. Leslie didn’t know what some of the things were, but together the four of them figured out what they wanted.
The waiter had a surprised look on his face, as Leslie ordered. He knew French; it had been a requirement that he know enough French to take orders at this restaurant. He was fairly competent, having spent a year aboard in France, but he mistook Leslie as being French. He happily took the ladies orders.
They each got what they had wanted, in the end. While they were eating, they were serenaded by a violinist. They showed their appreciation by soft applause when he finished and he headed to the other tables.
All too soon things came to an end. The girls gave tearful hugs as they separated at Leslie’s home.
Leslie and Janet cleaned up in their separate bedrooms and got ready for bed. Janet was surprised when Leslie came into her room, “Aunt Janet, would you mind sleeping with me, in my Mom’s room? I just don’t want to be alone right now.”
Janet had avoided spending too much time in her sister’s room, it had brought back too many demons for her, but she needed Leslie, as much as Leslie needed her.
“No, I don’t mind.”
Leslie cried a little on Janet’s shoulder, before they booth fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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Monday began a whirlwind of activity, as they prepared to close out Melissa’s affairs. They talked to an attorney and gave him Power of Attorney over the condo and Melissa’s Last Will and Testament. Leslie had gone in “boy mode” to see the attorney. They would have to come back to New York in two months to finalize things.
Amanda had gone back to school. She couldn’t come and visit Leslie till Tuesday, after school. She fretted terribly over her friend, even though they had talked several times by phone. She found Leslie in girl mode that Tuesday, and helped her pick out the things that she would be taking to San Francisco.
Thursday, Leslie fretted a bit, as she and Janet headed to school. Leslie was in boy mode again, sort of that is. If you looked at him, you would debate what sex he actually was. He was dressed in a girl’s blouse, slacks and flats. He left the breast forms off, but wore panties and a camisole under the clothes. He had finished off the look with a tight fitting guy’s pull over sweater. He didn’t look quite like a girl, but he was far from masculine. He figured that what the people thought wouldn’t matter, since he wasn’t coming back to this school again. He even put on a little foundation and lightly bronzed his face, for a little color.
Janet was quite surprised by his look, but just hugged him.
They arrived at school at ten and spent an hour and a half just on the paperwork. They met Amanda at lunch. The girls he knew came by to say goodbye, but most the guys just distanced themselves a bit, after seeing what he looked like. A few manned up enough to say goodbye and wish him well, but most were afraid of catching something or other. Whatever it was, it didn’t bother Leslie, as he was surprised by how many girls came by for a hug and a kiss.
On the way home, Leslie asked if Janet could stop by a nail salon. She was surprised, but found one. Leslie had changed into a looser lavender girl’s sweater, as they got to the car and as they drove to the salon, she had added mascara and lipstick. The few things she had done had left no doubt that she was a very pretty young girl, albeit a little underdeveloped. She looked like a girl of thirteen, who was trying to look eighteen.
The nail tech just gave the two a big smile as she gave Leslie a silk wrap job and Janet a fill.
At home the first thing Leslie did was adhere her breast forms to her chest, don her corset, and dress in a skirt, blouse, pantyhose and trainers. She jazzed up her hair a bit, did her makeup and put her BFF necklace on. Leslie then boxed up most of his clothes and all of his underwear, but she kept three sets of guy things, two casual shirt and pant sets, and his suit, for just in case.
In her heart, she knew that one-day she would complete the job she had started and become as much a woman as she could become.
Amanda and Gloria did spend the last weekend with Janet and Leslie. The four of them had a girls’ weekend together.
Leslie was surprised when Amanda made love to her. It was both of their first times and it was great, but it wasn’t enough to change Leslie’s mind about staying a girl. They both had a good cry and cuddle afterwards.
Tuesday, Amanda and Gloria took Leslie and Janet to the airport, in Amanda’s new Lincoln Town Car. Gloria had bought Melissa’s car from Janet and Leslie. Amanda didn’t have a driver’s license yet, but that was coming very soon. It made more sense in selling it, than having it shipped to California.
The girls kissed and hugged at the airport. Gloria promised that they would both come visit after the school year ended.
Leslie was dressed in an androgynous mode. She had taken off her breast forms, but dressed in girl slacks, blouse, underwear, sans corset, makeup and trainers for the flight. She didn’t want to have any trouble with the airport security.
There weren’t any problems, although a lot of people had looked her over. She had used her school ID to get past security. She still looked enough like the boy in the picture to pass.
Leslie and Janet flew off to a new life together.
End of book one.