A New Beginning!

As we sat in the waning light of the afternoon out on the patio, I with a chilled glass of Vouvray and Chrissy with her iced tea, we chatted about all that had happened that day and how it made Chrissy feel. As a girl she was much more animated and talkative, not at all shy. She confessed to being drawn to her mother's clothes when left alone. The urge to try them on became an obsession with her and she took any opportunity to do so. I listened and nodded telling her of the similar feelings I had at her age. After all I was only 7 years older than her so my memories were very vivid. As she talked she would finger the hem of her short skirt, cross and uncross her legs in a ladylike manner and flip her hair back with her hand. When she got fidgety she would get up and walk around the patio. She handled the 3 inch cork wedge sandals well walking in graceful short steps. She asked the cutest questions as well. "What's it like sleeping in a night gown? How do you walk in really high heels? Do you kiss your boyfriend? "What's that like?" She was so innocent but so, so cute. After I had her wash and condition her hair it took on so much volume and shine. It was gorgeous and naturally blond. I was jealous of it's beauty. That head of hair could never belong on a boy! I decided then and there to mentor this child into womanhood if she and Stacy would let me. I was beginning to fully understand just what Monica felt like in helping a boy find his true self in a feminine world. "You have such gorgeous, pretty hair, Chrissy", I said. She blushed a bit and lowered her long lashes. "Thank you, but it's because of what you did to it. Can you show me how to do it myself"? "That and lots more if you want, honey. It's up to you. I'll be glad to help you if that's what you really want". "I do, I do!", she happily replied. "Let me do something a little special with your hair before your Aunt Stacy gets here. Would you like that"? "Sure, what?", she asked. "Wait here I'll be right back.", I told her. I went into the house and up to my bedroom. I found what I wanted and after refilling our drinks went back outside with my stash. Chrissy was strolling around the garden admiring my newly planted flowers. "Such a girl!", I thought. I had her sit and began brushing out her hair. I brushed it up into a high pony tail remembering earlier in the day how she seemed to enjoy, as I do, a pretty pony tail. I tied it up with a wide white bow at the back of her head. With a comb I made two wavy tendrils fall on both sides of her face. "Perfect", I gushed. "Let me see, let me see", she excitedly said. I than handed her a little surprise. A small purse that matched her "Princess" top. She was speechless. "Look inside, honey", I said. Her delicate fingers opened the purse and she let out a little gasp. I had filled it with some tissues, a small brush, her lipstick and matching nail polish and a small compact. I resisted the temptation to add a tampon. She obviously had no need for one and I thought it just might confuse her. She squealed with delight and quickly opened up the compact to admire her new hairdo. She ewwed and awwed as she patted the sides of her head and played with the tendrils. She was giving her face a critical look and then to my delight she opened up her lipstick and touched up her lips. She was patting on some pressed powder on her cheeks and nose when the phone rang. "So adorable, so vain", I happily thought. I kissed her on the cheek and went to get the phone.

Five minutes later as I rejoined Chrissy on the patio. The new girl was still admiring her feminine image in the compact mirror. I watched her for a minute and felt a tremendous joy as my heart went out to this delicate person. "Your Aunt will be here in 10 minutes, honey." She jumped up and began getting excited. "Oh, oh....how do I look....is my makeup okay....do I have...!" "Calm down, sweety, you look great, very pretty. I think she'll be delighted with you, calm down. When she comes you just wait right here and than you can make a grand entrance. How does that sound"? She nodded her head vigorously, her pert pony tail jiggling around. She must have had a major case of butterflies in her tummy. She didn't know what to do with her hands. "Do you know how to curtsy?", I asked on a whim. She surprised me by dipping a cute little curtsy. "Oh, nice!", I giggled. "You've been practicing! Do that when you see your aunt, okay"? She again nodded. I was thinking back to my conversation with Stacy about what we were going to do. I mentioned something about a party dress and a curtsy but I was only kidding. Well, not exactly a party dress but lots more than I had hoped for. The doorbell rang and with a wink and a smile I went to answer it. I was greeted by a very nervous Stacy. "Well, how did it go, what did you do...is he..."? I hushed her with a finger to her lips. "I think you'll be pleased", I said with a smile. "Stand right here. Oh, Christine, your Aunt Stacy is here", I called out. I looked back at Stacy who had a most confused look on her face "Christine?", she mouthed. I could hear footsteps in the kitchen as Chrissy approached. I looked directly at Stacy. When I saw the total look of surprise and shock on her face I knew that she was seeing her new niece for the first time. I turned to look at Chrissy as she dipped into a small curtsy. A little smile on her pretty face. There was a flurry of chatter for the next 10 minutes as Stacy and Chrissy were happily reunited. Stacy had trouble getting her words out and was asking a million questions one right after the other. The long and short of it was she was thrilled. I think more thrilled than surprised. I interrupted only once to ask them to stay for dinner. Stacy stuttered out an affirmative and I went to get her a drink. She looked like she could use one. There's nothing an icy cold vodka martini can't fix in situations like this. I left aunt and niece to some private time as I quickly pulled out the fixings for veal Marsala. As I busied around the kitchen I tried not to eavesdrop but couldn't help hearing some of the conversation. The word "mother", "always felt like a..", "can I do...", "pretty nails, we could make them...", etc. I heard my name mentioned a few times as well. I was feeling such a sense of pride! Stacy came in and gave me a big hug and planted a wet one right on my lips. On instinct I snaked my arms around her neck and returned her kiss feeling her tongue entwine with mine. I broke the kiss off worried about Christine seeing us. Stacy understood. "Don't worry. I sent her to the powder room to freshen up for dinner. "Oh, Rita, she's beautiful. Thank you so much. She's a totally different person, so happy...and so am I"! Then she whispered in a sexy voice..."If I still had a dick I'd fuck you to pieces!" I giggled and admonished her not to bring up that subject telling her it was five long days since I'd been tended to. We both laughed as we hugged a quickly kissed. Fix your lipstick", I told her as I shooed her out of the kitchen. After everything was ready I walked into the living room to see aunt and niece holding hands and still in deep conversation. "Chrissy?", I interrupted. "Would you help me set the table"? Without a word she rose and joined me in setting out three place settings.

During dinner I was brought up to speed on what was decided as a result of Christine's new found girlhood. Stacy agreed that Chrissy should live as a girl as long as she was staying with her. Her staff would be brought into the picture but no one else would need to know. After all, the little cutie could pass without raising an eyebrow anywhere. They planned on going shopping the next day to pick her up the essentials in clothing and cosmetics etc. Chrissy would continue working at the salon with her aunt. I volunteered to do what I could to help. I suggested that, on my days off and as my schedule allowed, that I tutor Christine in the girly arts, so to speak. That was met with a squeal of approval from her. We changed subjects and Stacy asked me more questions about the wedding. I told her it was two weeks from Saturday and the ceremony would be performed in the garden. "Of course the both of you are invited. Chrissy, you'll need to get a really pretty dress for the occasion. We're all dressing up"! Her eyes lit up and I noticed those oh-so-cute dimples! Then I got a brain storm. "Actually, Chrissy, how would you like to be part of the ceremony?" She looked confused. "I think both Monica and Stephanie would adore having a pretty flower girl in attendance, don't you"? She still looked confused. "Two girls are getting married", she asked. I explained the situation to her as best I could. When I was done she seemed to think it was pretty cool. "Wow", she said, up until today I thought that me and Aunt Stacy were the only ones"! Stacy and I locked eyes and laughed. "Oh, far from it Princess, far from it"! Chrissy seemed to except that little fact. Without a word she opened her purse which was at her feet and proceeded to primp and reapply her lipstick. I looked on in wonder and noticed a tear in Stacy's eyes. Such a natural. Such a girly-girl! I told her that the outfit she was wearing was hers to keep as well as her purse and all it's contents. She jumped to her feet and gave me a hug around my neck, kissing me on the cheek. Stacy reached out and gave my hand a little squeeze. Chrissy asked to be excused and Stacy gave her consent. I knew what the little minx wanted. A little private time to primp and well...whatever...I knew she was very excited! Stacy and I talked about her plans for her new niece. "She has such lovely hair, do you have any plans for it"? "Maybe just some soft waves but I think it looks just fine the way it is. You did a great job! I will pierce her eras and maybe some nail extensions. I know she's only twelve but I also know she'd like that a lot". I agreed that she sure would. I told her that on my end I would work with her feminine deportment and domestic skills. Maybe having her help around the house and in the kitchen. "Kinda like a girly-girl summer camp!", I said. "Perfect!", she replied. Then she looked at me right in the eyes, took my hands in hers and told me that we really had to carve out some time for just the two of us. I just smiled and said that we would. Then I remembered. "How is Hank (Stacy's live-in boyfriend) going to handle this"? "He won't have to", she replied. "He's history". "Oh...I'm sorry I didn't know", I whispered. "Don't be. He was.....how shall I put this...a bit too demanding when it came to sex and a little bit....uhhh...too into domination if you catch my drift. That's not my scene. I had enough abuse growing up, thank you very much, so I sent him packing. I think I'm a confirmed lesbian now or until the right man comes along!", she said. We both had a laugh over that. We sat making our plans for our little doll agreeing that we'd let Chrissy make some decisions and not force her into anything she didn't want to do. It would have to be a totally positive experience for her.

After about 20 minutes Chrissy came back in looking a little flushed but smiling happily. I could see she was trying to fix her makeup by the tell tail smudge of her mascara. I smiled as I wiped off the excess with my napkin. "You'll learn to master all these things soon, honey. Don't be in to much of a hurry"! A bit hypocritical on my part, I know. I was just dying to be able to do those things at her age...and more! We set a date for the day after next to begin what we called "Girly-girl camp" as I had to work the next day. With hugs and kisses and thank yous all around they left for home, Chrissy's ponytail bobbing in the moonlight. "What a day!", I thought as I loaded the dishwasher. As I soaked in the hot tub with a much needed cigarette and martini. I concentrated on my lack of sex. I was frothing at the mouth to have Danny's hard cock between my lips and legs. God, my clitty was hard. All the emotions of the day were re-channeling to my libido. I just had to hear his voice so I called him. He sounded tired again but cheerful. I told him I was horny as fuck and he admitted that he was as well. "So what are we going to do about it?", I seductively asked. All the time rubbing my swollen clit. "I'll be over tomorrow night and we'll talk about it. How does that sound?", he said. I could see the grin on his face from the expression in his voice. I moaned as I came hard right in the warm water.

As I was heading back through the kitchen I spotted a single Lilly in a bud vase on the counter. On further examination I saw a note with my name on it. Folding it over I read: Dear Rita, Thank you! Love Christine. Behind the vase I noticed her baseball glove. She had left it behind. She'll not need it where she was going! More soon!!! Comments please!

A New Flower In The Garden!

I thought about little Chrissy for the rest of the afternoon. Not in a sexual way. He was only a kid but I couldn't stop thinking about how I felt at that age. I was still doing "boy" things like playing baseball and fishing. Mostly with Danny. But at night when I was alone in my room or with Denise I became the person I was truly meant to be. I remember at that time trying to take things to the extreme regarding outfits I would wear and how my makeup looked. That was done mostly in private because I was beginning to get a very strong sexual charge out of dressing as a girl. All those nights that my stiff clitty would tent out my babydolls as I read those sexy stories on line. There weren't as many sites as there are now but the ones that were there were a source of extreme erotic pleasure to me. I can't remember the first one that made me cum in my panties but I do remember cumming hard. All the sexy thoughts that began to gel in my mind. Like the first time I tasted my sissy juice. At first I didn't much care for it but I always felt in came with the territory. After that it didn't take long for my fantasies to involve strong muscular men making passionate love to me attired in the most seductive of lingerie with my face made up to perfection. All those nights in front of my vanity (actually it was my desk with a small mirror) practicing, practicing, practicing. Getting my eyeliner right, making my cheekbones pop with the right application of blush, getting the most out of my plump lips with lipstick. All the hours perfecting my ability to strut in the highest of heels and move gracefully. And then all the time thinking about Danny and how I would dream that he would take me in his arms and make mad passionate love to me. I was obsessed with him by the time I was 14. I stated in a previous post how I openly flirted with him at one point with my long hair draped around my shoulders instead of the loose pony tail I usually kept it in. Looking back I realized just how brazen I was. But, again, I was lucky. We all know how things turned out, don't we? (Wink, wink!!)

With all this in mind I just wondered if Chrissy wasn't feeling the same things or was he repressing them. That little trip to the bathroom after the first wig didn't fool Stacy or me. The flushed expression on his face and the fact that he kept his lipstick on spoke volumes. Well, his future sex life was his business. My concern was with his feminine life and helping him handle the pitfalls that come with it. I wish I had Monica to consult with but she was in Europe with Stephan(ie) preparing to get married and Laura was going to be away until the weekend. I did, however, give Stacy a call and we went over the earlier events of the day. "How's he doing", I asked. "He's okay, he's playing his Nintendo. Oh, Rita, you have a fan! He talked about you all afternoon! He kept saying he couldn't believe you own a baseball glove"! I giggled at that. I actually had two of them. "Is he still wearing the.....?" "In a way he is, he must of just blotted it but you can still see some color. What are you going to do with him tomorrow?", she asked. "Just what I said we were going to do. Work in the garden and shag some balls. What did you think I was going to do? Put him in a party dress and teach him to curtsy?", I giggled. Stacy laughed. "God, I wish someone did that with me when I was his age!" I held back on commenting on that one. "Bring him over around nine and I'll make sure he has a good breakfast before we do anything else. I think by the end of the day we'll know what we're dealing with but don't be to surprised if you see some subtle changes in him when you pick him up. Or not, it's entirely up to him." Stacy rang off and I padded to the kitchen to make myself an omelet.

Danny called me around 8 that night to check in. He sounded beat. I tried to persuade him to come over but he was about 50 miles away. Since graduation and my move to Laurita our sex life together was taking a major hit. I hadn't had a good long fucking from him in 4 days! I was one horny little bitch in heat! I tried my best even telling him he could fuck my tits but he was just too tired. I forgave him like the good little wife I am but warned him that he would be walking funny for a week the next time we hooked up! I read for awhile and than thinking about the time I was a young teen rubbed myself to a delicious (and I mean tasty!) cum. I slept well after that.

The next morning I was up at 7:30, showered and ready for the day. I chose carefully what I would wear. Nothing overtly feminine but not too butch either. I decided on an exercise tank top with a pair of black Capri pants with sandals. Just a hint of blush and mascara was all the makeup I applied. I did however apply a skin toner that had a hint of color to it. Mostly to protect my skin from the sun. I decided to lay out an outfit for Chrissy to wear as well. Again nothing too femmy but not boys clothes either. I chose a pair of white shorts with a cuff around the leg and a loose white blouse to keep him cool in the sun along with anther pair of sandals that were definitely girly just to see how he reacted. I brought my makeup bag to the kitchen and began making waffle batter. I also decided to make a brioche to do something with for lunch. If Chrissy didn't do anything else today he was going to eat well! They arrived just at 9. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a Yankee shirt. Stacy greeted me with a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. (I got a little tingle south of the border from that!) I gave the the 10 cent tour of the house and I invited Stacy to stay for breakfast. She begged off as she wanted to get her staff up to speed so she could head out to buy supplies for the salon. At the doorway she again embraced me and thanked me for helping her out. She was both nervous and excited about how the day would turn out. So was I. She again kissed me but let her lips linger for a few seconds. I didn't pull away. We looked into each other's eyes. She smiled and then she was gone. "Wow", I thought, "thanks, Stace, you got my horns worked up"!

Chrissy was busy attacking his waffles. I noticed he ate like a typical 12 year old boy. "Easy there, Chris!", I admonished him. "Nobody's going to take them away from you!", I laughed. He blushed. I liked it when he blushed. It made him look pretty. His baseball glove was on the counter so I picked it up and slipped it on my left hand. "Nice glove, well broken in", I said. He smiled. I noted that he had dimples when he smiled. As you can tell I was making mental notes on everything. We talked about what we had to do that day. I told him I wanted to put in some small lattice work to give my zucchini plants something to cling on to. "It will only take about an hour and then we'll toss the ball around, okay?", I said. He nodded his head. "One thing, though, it's going to be really hot in an hour so I laid out some cooler clothes for you to wear. Just some shorts and a cooler shirt. This way your clothes will be clean and dry when you go home. How's that sound?" "Sure, that's okay, where are they?" I crooked my finger at him as I lead him up to the guest room. I pointed to his outfit and told him he could change in the bathroom. He didn't even blink as he picked them up and closed the door. "Maybe he didn't notice?", I thought. Well they were on the asexual side. When he came out I had to stifle a laugh. His boxers were peeking out from the legs of the shorts. "Uh, Chris, your undies are showing". He looked down and began blushing again. I thought quickly. The first real test. I could have given him a plain pair of cotton panties but I wanted to take the bull by the horns. As I rummaged through my pantie drawer I noted that his legs, although shapely,were showing signs of hair growth. That's a big no-no in my pink world. I'd have to figure out a way to deal with that little issue, for sure! I found what I was looking for. Pink, high cut, lacy panties! The dripped with femininity and just screamed "Girl"! I just hoped he wouldn't scream when he saw them. Holding my breath I held them out with the tips of my bright red nails. His eyes went as big as saucers. "Uhh...those are...those are...for girls....I can't...!" I cut him off. "Sure you can, nobody's going to know. You'll be wearing your shorts over them. And besides, it's just girls who live here. There are no boy clothes". Well, that was a bit of a lie. Danny's underwear would have probably done the trick but that was not the point, was it? He reached out and took them in his fingertips as if they might burn them. I took a quick note of his nails. About a 1/4 inch past the tips. He quickly dived back in the bathroom. He was in there for about 5 minutes. In the mean time I ponied up my hair high on my head and applied a thick coating of my signature red lipstick. As I was pumping up a little volume on my lashes he slowly came out. I ignored him for a minute as I concentrated on my lashes. I knew he was staring at my new appearance. "I spun around, mascara wand still in hand and smiled a red lipped smile at him. "Well, all ready, Chris?" He just stared at my face and nodded. As we entered the kitchen I noticed he was barefoot. "Where are your sandals, honey?", I asked. "Cute toes", I noted to myself. "Oh, I didn't think those were for me", he blushed. "Sure they are, can't have you stepping on sharp rocks, now can we?" He retrieved them. Again, they were pink and much more girly than the pair I had chosen for myself but he put them on. "We have to get that hair off the back of your neck or you'll get all sweaty, sweety!", I giggled. He laughed at that. "Good, he's relaxing", I thought. I ponied his hair up like mine and held it with a bright pink scrunchy. "Sit", I directed him as I opened my makeup bag. I took out the tube of moisturizer and rubbed it onto his face. "Sun protection", I told him. The lotion had a subtle flowery fragrance and just a hint of color. It was like a very light weight foundation. Which is what it really was. His skin was flawless and I hoped he wouldn't have acne problems as he got older. Once again I held my breath as I contemplated my next action. "Your lips are going to need a bit of protection as well", I said as I uncapped the lipstick I was wearing. Again he had that shocked look on his face as I twirled the lipstick. When he saw the deep red color his jaw dropped. "Oh, my! What was I thinking?", I laughed. You can't wear this shade!" I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in his expression. I choose a light pink shade. Even lighter than what he wore yesterday. "Do you mind, Chris? You don't have to you know". "No, it's okay. It's not like anyone will see and I don't want sun burnt lips". "Good girl!", I thought to myself. "Do you want to do it or shall I?", I asked with a raised eyebrow. I noted that his were kind of wispy. "I can do it!", he (much to) quickly replied. I watched as he slowly applied his own lipstick knowing now that he had done it before. I was sure of it. Chris was gone for the day and Chrissy had taken his place.

When we reached the garden I handed him a pair of gardening gloves. Pink of course. (There's not alot of masculinity at Lorita, girls!) "We have to protect our hands and nails, hon. We don't want to get our skin all rough, now do we", I teased. "No, we don't", he sheepishly replied. We began our task and as we worked I felt Chrissy really loosen up. She (yes, she!) was very talkative. Telling me all about school and friends and her Mom. I told her about being an aspiring chef and my boyfriend, etc. Leaving out most of the details. Dear Chrissy still thought I was genetically female. She was blooming out there in my little garden. Like a pretty new flower that just bloomed. I loved the way she tilted her head back and forth making her ponytail sway. Every so often she would scratch her legs. "Are your legs itchy, sweety?", I asked with concern. "A bit", she replied. "Well, we could take care of that after lunch if you want, okay?" "Sure, but how?, she innocently asked. "Leave it to me, honey", I said. It was really beginning to warm up and we had most of the work done by 11. "Let's take a break for lunch, okay"?, I said. I walked to the house with my new little friend by my side happily swinging her pony tail back and forth.

I made us some grilled cheese and with panchetta and poured out two big glasses of iced tea. As we ate I noted that Chrissy would occasionally glance at the rim of her glass noting the lipstick print she was leaving on it. Breaking a moment of silence she suddenly spoke. "Did you know that my Aunt Stacy used to be a boy"? I chocked on my tea. "Ahh..yes I did Chrissy. As a matter of fact I used to be a boy too and in some ways I still am". The look on her face was precious. I smiled at her. "Yes, honey, it's true!" I went on to tell her a brief and very censored account of my life as a girl beginning with that fateful day when Denise dressed me in her frilly white communion dress. Going out as a girl on Halloween dressed as Alice from Wonderland and dressing as a girl all the time I was at home. She listened intently to every word. "You went out on Halloween dressed like a girl?", she asked. I nodded. She then mumbled something. "What was that, Chrissy?" "I did too", she whispered. "Oh, you must tell me all about it", I said. She did. It was two years ago when her Mom suggested the idea. "At first I didn't want to but she told me it was all we could afford and that she had to borrow the things for me to wear". She than described the outfit. Pink party dress with a long blond wig, tights and a pair of low heels with a matching pink purse to put her candy in. "Did you have fun?", I asked. She nodded her head up and down. "I did too when I went out dressed up. It was my first time and I adored it", I gushed. "Me too", she shyly said. "Ever do it again?", I pressed. "What?", she asked. "Dress up, of course!", I asked. "Yes", she mumbled. "You won't tell anyone, will you Rita", she said with a hint of panic in her voice. "Of course not, sweetheart, who you tell is up to you. It's perfectly fine to have those feelings. I should know. "What feelings", she asked. "Girly feelings", I replied. She sat in thought for a minute. "I sometimes wish I was a real girl. I guess I do have girly feelings". I saw a tear come to her eye. I hugged her close and told her that every thing was fine. That not all boys were meant to be boys as well as not all girls were meant to be girls. As long as we were good to people that was all that mattered. "Wanna throw the ball around for a bit?", I asked as I freshened up my lipstick. She watched intently. Suddenly she got up and retrieved her lipstick and applied another coat with out any direction from me. "Naw", she said, "too hot and my legs are still itchy". "Let's do something about that, honey!", I said as I held my hand out. I led her up to the master bathroom and began filling the tub with hot water. I added a handful of lavender bath beads and soon the tub was brimming with fragrant bubbles. "Strip!", I said. She stood frozen in place. "Honey, it's okay, you don't have anything I haven't seen before or still have, okay?" She nodded and slowly took off her clothes. She stopped at the panties and covered her crotch with her hands. "Come on sweety, you can't wear your panties in the tub, you know". "Could you turn around first?", she timidly asked. I did. I knew what her problem was. She was "excited". I knew that from my own experience. Once encased in the warm bubbles I had her lift first one than the second leg out as a deftly shaved off all the hair. I was humming to myself as I noted her with her head back, eyes closed in a state of total relaxation. While working I studied her toe nails and thought why not. After emptying the tub I had her shower off and wash and condition her hair. When she came out she had the towel wrapped around her waist. I took it and tucked it up under her arms telling her that this was the proper way to do it. That got a big smile. I sat her at my vanity and smoothed on a soothing lotion onto her now smooth legs. I noted the little tent in her towel. I left her to contemplate her new smooth skin while I found her some fresh panties. On a whim I also found one of my old matching bras. Without comment she slipped the panties up to her slender waist. They were white with pink lace as was the bra. "Ever wear a bra before, honey?" "Not as pretty as this one, no". I gave her a short pink satin robe to wear while I blew out her hair. Hair done and laying loose around her shoulders I attacked her toe nails with a bright magenta polish. She watched with that zoned out look. "Spread out you fingers for me, girlfriend", I said. She giggled. A quick shaping and she soon sported 10 shiny magenta fingernails! "Makeup?" "Yes, please!", was her reply staring at her now very feminine fingers. I kept it simple. Unlike me at that age who had mastered the art of applying false eyelashes I wanted her to look no older than 16. A bit of foundation, some blush, liner, mascara, soft toned eyeshadow and a matching lipstick for her nails. After padding out her bra a bit she was dressed in a short denim skirt with a deep pink tank top with the word "Princess" embrodered with sparkels. Simple hoop clip on earrings and a necklace with a single heart, a spritz of perfume and she was almost done. I found some tan stockings with a stay up band and rolled them up her smooth legs. (She loved that!) Some cork wedge sandals and my little princess was ready to see herself. I walked her over to my full lenght mirror. She was stunned.

"Oh, my God, I'm a girl", she moaned. "Do you feel like one Chris", I asked moving next to her. "Yes", she replied, "I do". We went downstairs and spent the rest of the day talking. Ocassionaly we ventured outside so she could get the feel of being outdoors as a girl. She loved it. I know I sure did at that age. It was getting close to pick up time and I asked if she was ready to change back. Without hesitation she told me no. "I want to show Aunt Stacy", she gushed. "I think that's a pretty good idea, Christeen". "Christeen? I like that"!, she smiled. I smiled too. I was beside myself with happiness for this new girl. I couldn't wait to see the expression on Stacy's face when she meets her new niece. More soon.......comments please!

Chrissy

On the day that Monica and Stephanie left for their wedding in Austria I had my checkup with the doctor concerning my implants. I had healed perfectly and was given a clean bill of health. I was also shown how to do a self examination on my breasts and told what to look for. I had a couple of days off from the restaurant and Laura was in Boston on business. Danny was working a weird shift so my chances of seeing him later that day were practically null. I was feeling kind of lonely and at a loss for something to do. I thought about visiting my sister and my new nephew but I figured she needed the time on her own to adjust to motherhood. I found myself in Stacy's (my new hair stylist) neighborhood and thought I'd drop in on her and have a cup of tea if she wasn't busy. I tried opening the door to the salon when I realized they were closed. As I dejectedly turned to go back to my car the door opened and I heard Stacy's voice. "Rita, is that you"? I turned and saw my pretty stylist standing in the doorway. Her eyes went wide when she took in my new breasts. I gave her a big smile and struck a pose. "Well", I said, "what do you think"? "Oh, they're gorgeous, honey, simply gorgeous!", she gushed. "Come on in out of the heat. I'll fix us some iced tea". "I thought you were closed", I said. "Well I am to the public I just came in to catch up on the wigs that need to be styled. I was getting a bit behind". We walked to a back room where I saw about seven or eight wigs sitting on their blocks. "Wow, why so many wigs?", I asked. She explained that they belong to a local theater group and she was contracted to keep them in shape or change the styles to suit various productions. We chatted for a bit and I was bringing her up to date about the wedding plans when I heard the front door open and a voice call out. "Aunt Stacy, I'm back!" "I'm in the back, Chris", she answered. I turned to see a young boy come in. He must have been about 12 or so. It struck me right away the he was kind of cute, sort of pretty actually. He was slender with below the shoulder length blond hair. "Rita, this is my nephew Chris. Chris this is my friend Rita". I held out my hand and told him I was happy to meet him. He shyly took my hand and mumbled something. "Uhh..here is the dry cleaning ticket, Aunt Stacy. They said to pick it up on Thursday". "That's great, honey, just one more thing and then we can start work back here, okay?" She wrote some things down on a notepad and handed it to the young boy. "Make sure the milk is not past date, okay baby?" "Yes, ma'am", he shyly said and was gone again. Stacy let out a small sigh. "He's my sister's only child. I'm watching him for a bit while she gets her act together in rehab. It's a long story, Rita and I don't want to bore you with it." I assured her that if she needed to talk I would lend a sympathetic ear. In short she told me of her sister's fight with pain killers and alcohol. She had also had many bad experiences with men. "I'm not even sure who Chris's real father is", she told me. I wasn't sure if I should pry into the situation but my feminine intuition won out. "Chris seems kind of...uh...delicate", I said. Stacy looked at me and slowly nodded. "Well, that's the other thing. My sister thinks he my be following in my footsteps. Despite all her troubles she loves that boy to pieces. She remembers all the abuse I took growing up and doesn't want to see that happen to him." I was reminded, once again, just how lucky I was growing up. Stacy told me that one of the biggest reasons she was taking him in was to find out just how far down the satin and lace trail Chris wanted to go. "Have you come to any conclusions yet", I asked. "Well, he's only here for about a week so I'm not sure. But you can see he's very shy and, as you said, quite delicate. But he absolutely loves baseball. He's a huge Yankee fan. "Well", I replied, "that's no big deal. So am I. But I still do my nails when I watch a game"! She laughed at that. "The only thing he's shown enthusiasm in as far as anything feminine goes is allow me to use him as a wig model.

"A wig model?", I asked. "Yes. It's much easier styling wigs on a human head as opposed to the wig blocks so yesterday he let me slip some wigs on his head so I could work easier. While I'm working he just stares in the mirror with that look on his face. Do you know what I mean, Rita?" I did. It's a blissful zoned out look. I've had that look in my eyes thousands of time in my early teens when I got my makeup looking just perfect or saw myself in a form fitting dress. And, of course, that night in Denise's wedding gown. "Does he know about your past, Stacy?" "Yes, he is quite aware that I used to be a boy like he is". "Like he is?", I asked with a raised eyebrow. Stacy blushed and said, "well, that's what I need to find out". I told her that I would help in any way possible. "That would be a big help, Rita, I'd like that more than you know", she said as she took my hand a gave it a little squeeze. We made eye contact and I once again felt that little spark of excitement in my tummy. "Stay a bit", she whispered. I nodded my head.

I made appointments for all the girls for the day of the second ceremony we were going to have at Lorita. Stacy was over the top to be a part of the big day. I so wanted her more a part of our little sorority. Chris came back a little while later carrying a couple of bags of groceries. We sent out for sandwiches and had our lunch while we talked about baseball and the Yankees. Chris was starting to come out of his shell a bit as we talked. I studied his mannerisms and facial expressions all the time we chatted. Nothing overtly feminine but no real macho kind of gestures either. After we finished Stacy announced that it was time to get back to work. Chris gave me a timed look. "Ready, Chrissy?", Stacy said. "Aunt Stacy!", Chris replied as he rolled his eyes in my direction. "Sorry, baby", Stacy said. "That's just my little nickname for him, Rita", she continued. "Oh, I think it's kinda cute for such a cute young man", I replied. Chris blushed to his roots but he was smiling. "Good, he responds to flattery", I thought. When he was settled in the styling chair Stacy put the standered pink smock around him. She quickly pinned his hair on top of his head and secured it with a nylon wig cap. She picked up what appeared to be a page boy cut wig in a bright pink tone. With trained fingers she slipped on to his head and settled it into place. As I sat and watched her style the wig I noticed that blissed out look creeping onto Chrissy's face. Yep, definitely Chrissy. Like I said I knew that look intimately. "That's an adorable shade of pink, Stace. I think it matches my lipstick today. "Really", Stacy replied, "let's see." I reached into my purse and took out my lipstick. I could see Chrissy watching out of the corner of his eye as I slowly twisted the magenta pink lipstick upwards. I could have sworn I saw him shudder under his pink smock. "Oh, yes, that's an almost perfect match", Stacy gushed. "But it's kind of hard to be sure without actually wearing it though. Too bad", I said. "Chrissy, would you mind?", Stacy said in a teasing way. Poor Chrissy. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Uhhh...I don't...uhh..I don't think...", he stuttered. "It's okay, sugar, It washes right off", Stacy continued. He sat stock still as I slowly coated his lips in the creamy pink lipstick. I could feel him trembling. "Oh, Rita, you are so right that shade is a perfect match for Chrissy's new hairdo. What do you think Chrissy". The poor boy was lost in his reflection. Finally he said it looked"okay" and asked if it really will wash off. We assured him it would. After about 15 minutes of pinning and shaping the wig was done. All the while he stared at his reflection with a glazed expression. After removing the wig Stacy told him to leave the wig cap on as she had one more to do. Chrissy mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom and left the room.

"Well, what do you think", Stacy asked me. I just smiled and nodded my head. "There's a girl in there somewhere but I don't think we should push it too much. Just see how Chrissy reacts. After about 20 minutes Stacy called out to him. "Hey, honey, are you okay in there"? Chrissy reappeared looking quite flushed. Stacy gave me a knowing look. "Feeling better now, baby?", she asked him. "Yes", was his simple reply. We both noticed that he made no attempt to remove his lipstick. "Well", I thought, "I wouldn't have either!" The second wig was a long auburn color with gorgeous waves. Again little Chrissy was lost in a pink fog somewhere. I complimented him on how that particular color suited his skin tone much better than the pink show wig did. He nodded in response not once averting his eyes from his girly image in the mirror. As Stacy worked she asked me what my plans were for the week. I told her I was off the next day and planned to do some gardening. "What about you?", I asked. She told me she had to buy supplies for the salon after getting things running for the day. "Tuesday's are a bitch here. Senior citizens day. We go through tons of hairspray". "What about you, Chris, (I decided not to push the "Chrissy" thing too much) what are your plans. Still in a fog he replied, "nothing much I guess". "Too bad", I replied, "I sure could use a bit of help. "That's a great idea Rita! Chris, honey, would you like to spend some time at Rita's house tomorrow and help her out. Before he could answer I told him if he wanted he could bring his baseball glove with him and we could shag balls. He looked at me as if in shock. "You have a baseball glove?", he asked with a shocked expression. "Sure, I do. I told you I love baseball. He looked so cute with his pretty pink lips! "I'll take that as a yes then, Chris. We have a date!" With that I took my leave telling Stacy I'd give her a call later that afternoon to go over a few things with her!.......More soon!

I'm Back!!

I love the summer and I hate the summer. I love it because I can (at times) relax. Most of the time I am on the road and not in comfort. Work is what it is and it keeps me in a healthy lifestyle. In my last Blog I said I was going to China. That didn't happen . Thank God! Instead I went to Maryland to do an article on crab salad. I'd be happy to just stay at home and cook!

Well, that's going to be what I am gonna do. There will be a new follow up on Monday, September 14th.

P.S.--- Go See "Julie & Julia"