Two Girls In A Tub!

In the morning Laura was busy working in her office while I made us breakfast. I heard her squeal and I ran in to find out what was going on. There on her computer screen were pictures of Monica and Stephan(ie) before, during and after the wedding ceremony! They were officially man and wife! Or something like that. Monica looked stunning in her white organza wedding gown. Her long brunette locks piled on top of her head and perfectly made up face made her look so elegant. Stephan(ie), in almost every shot had a dazzling smile on his face but there was almost a forlorn look in his eyes. Both Laura and I had seen that look before. Poor Stephanie was just dying to be the one wearing that gown and all the trimmings. As we studied the pictures and the beautiful backdrops of Switzerland we couldn't wait to be all reunited together in feminine splendor. With the addition of Stacy and, to some extent, little Chrissy our sorority was growing. As Laura opened the last picture we let out a little giggle seeing Stephanie in her bridal lingerie that she wore under her tux. She was sitting with her legs crossed at the knee in a delightful feminine pose holding a silver mirror and a lipstick poised to her pouty lips. Her face was towards the camera and she gave a smile and a little wink as the shot was taken. As Laura and I ate we agreed that she would a much happier girl when she could wear her own wedding gown in a couple of weeks. "Speaking of gowns we have our own fitting Monday night", she said. We made a timeline of things we needed to get done before the big day which now included our new flower girl. I would have to touch base with Stacy and check on her progress in getting Chrissy her gown.

I noticed that Paolo was often absent from the kitchen at work. One afternoon as I presented my latest attempt at my salmon mousse for his inspection he took me aside. "Rita, I have a proposition for you. In a few months Joe (Monica's Dad) and I will be opening a new restaurant. We will feature only Northern Italian food and wines. I would like very much for you to be a part of it". I listened in silence as he continued. "I'm growing tired of cooking this so called Italian-American garbage. I have too much respect for tradition to waste my talents here anymore and I'd like to bring you with me as a possible sous chef. What do you say"? What do I say? I was stunned. Me? A sous chef? "I always trust your judgements, Chef, and I'd follow you even if you wanted to open a hot dog stand at the beach", I said smiling. He smiled at that and patted me on the cheek. "Bella, bella! But you still have a lot of things to learn and I want you spending more time with Nona. Capito?" "Capito, Chef", I replied. As I walked away I couldn't help but think that the food here was pretty damn good!

Over dinner I related the news to Laura. She was very happy for me. I was a bit nervous though. I worried I was taking on too much, too soon. Laura told me that I could do anything I put my mind to. "Hey, not everyone could pull off living as a woman 24/7. You have talent, girlfriend. What do you say we unwind in the hot tub with some drinks?", she said with a wink. I liked the idea a lot. "You get the tub jets going, darling, and I'll get the drinks", I sexily purred. Just as I was finishing getting a pitcher of martinis together the wind picked up and so did the lightning and thunder. "Forget the hot tub we need a plan B", Laura said. Giggling like two schoolgirls we headed for the master bathroom and stripped down. Laura began filling her tub with hot water and lavender bath crystals. We sat at opposite ends and sipped our drinks in the relaxing water. I soon felt Laura's long nails stroking my clit. I moaned as I took a soothing sip of my vodka. Putting my glass aside I reached for Laura's very stiff clitty and began my own massage. Laura then beckoned me to lift up as she bent down and swallowed little Rita whole. It felt wonderful and soon I was giving her a full dose of sissy cream in her mouth and all over her cute face.We embraced and kissed and kissed for what seemed like hours. We decided to take the party to the bedroom. Naked, we spilled on to the bed and spent a lot of time just caressing our smooth, hairless, feminine bodies. We cuddled and kissed and talked about the up coming wedding. We would occasionally get into a 69 positing and suck each other to a nice sissy cum. "We need to do this more often", Laura cooed in my ear. "How about every night", I dreamily replied. We talked about doing something really special the night before the ceremony. "Let's really girly it up and have one big sissy orgy!", Laura said while I hungrily nursed her tits. "Hmmm...sounds utterly divine, honey. Poor Stephanie has had to butch it up for too long. I know she's just dying for a femmy good time", I replied. "Should we include Stacy", I asked. "Oh, that would be a good idea! This way she'll be here to work on our hair in the morning!", she enthusiastically replied. "Besides", she continued, "I'm just dying to get a look at her new pussy! But what about Chrissy?", she asked. "Definitely not invited to the party. But she will be really happy being a part of the big day".

The next day I called Stacy for an update and to tell her of our plans for the night before. She was all for it! "What's Chrissy up to?", I asked. "Rita, she's a totally different person! She's so.....what's the word....invigorated. She's so bubbly around the shop. All the girls just love her. She keeps them in stitches with the things she says and does! I've even let her start doing some shampooing." I smiled at that. "That's wonderful. Tell her I'm very proud of her". "Tell her yourself....(off the phone).....Christine? Rita whats to talk to you....."! A moment of silence and the Chrissy came on. "Hello..Rita"? "Hi, honey whatcha up to?", I asked. "Nothing much, just watching some TV". "What are you watching"? "Oh, just the home shopping channel. They have some really cute earrings for sale. Oh , and this afternoon we're going shopping for my flower girl dress....I can't wait!", she said happily. "When can I come over to your house again?", she asked. "How about tomorrow. You can bring your gown and practice more with your heels. How does that sound"? "Great....um, and I still need help with my makeup and things". "Not a problem, sweety, and maybe we'll do some shopping for some big girl undies to wear under your gown". Oh, wow, really!", she gushed. "Sure...let me speak to you Aunt, honey. With that a jubilant Chrissy got off the phone and Stacy came back on. "She's just so adorable, Rita, thank you so much. She's been trying to fit into my heels but they are just too big for her". "I'll take care of that. She's going to need to wear a higher heel with her gown so she might as well get some practice time in", I told her. We're planning a sort of party the night before so I'd like you to stay if that's okay", I coyly told her. "Chrissy too?", she asked. "No, strictly a night for the big girls", I replied. "Ummmmm...sounds like a lot of fun", she giggled. "Oh, it will be. Interesting things happen when all the girls get together!", I told her. The fact that Monica would be the only real genetic girl there did not in any way detract from the fact that it was most definitely a girls night together. It was going to be a night of satin, lace, perfume, lipstick and girl on girl love making! More on that later.......comments please!

Cleaning Out The Vault!

There will be a new update tomorrow. I promise. In the mean time, take a look....

Girly Camp!

I awoke around 5AM alone in bed. I heard the shower and knew that Danny was getting ready to report to work. I stretched and let out a contented sigh. I felt wonderful and well fucked. My pussy had that nice little ache that comes after a long night of great sex. I smiled at Danny when he walked naked out of the bathroom, his gorgeous cock and balls swinging back and forth. He lay next to me and my hand automatically reached for his jewels. "Got time for a quickie?", I purred. In answer his lips covered mine as his manhood swelled in my hand. In no time I had my legs in the air as he once again entered me. It was slow and passionate and oh so nice! "What a lovely way to start the day", I moaned. When he came it felt hot, almost burning but so good. As he lay on top of me still buried deep between my legs he asked me how I felt. "I'm in heaven, darling", I sleepily replied. "We need to get away. Just the two of us for a couple of days. Maybe my Dad's beach house?", he asked. I tightened my arms around his back. "I'd follow you anywhere, baby. Do anything you want to do. I love you so much". He gave a little thrust that caused me to let out a squeak. He pulled out and I immediately inserted a tampon to keep his manly juices safely inside me where they belonged. After he left I just stayed in bed lazily twirling the tampon string with my finger with a contented smile on my face. I must have dozed off for a bit because the next time I looked at the clock it was almost 7:30. "Chrissy!", I thought. I almost forgot that Stacy was dropping Chrissy off for her first day of "girly camp". I also had to get into the city and pick up some things for the restaurant. I jumped in the shower and washed and conditioned my hair. I stood naked at the mirror to blow my hair out. I loved how my breasts jiggled as I worked. "Wow", I thought, "my hair is really getting long"! It was down to the small of my back. After it was dried I ponied it up and sat to put on my makeup. I wanted to look and feel extra femmy today. Mostly for Chrissy's benefit and yes I admit that I was getting a thrill turning heads when I was out! For an outfit I chose a short white denim skirt and a powder blue blouse with 3/4 sleeves. I thought of pantyhose but decided on a pink garter belt with little black dots and a pair of sheer stockings. I added a pair of 3 inch heels for comfort. (Yes comfort!) I had cinnamon buns in the oven when the doorbell rang. A very energetic Chrissy burst into the house followed by a grinning Stacy. Chrissy was wearing the "Princess" tank top I had given her and a pair of white denim shorts. Her hair was ponied high on her head and she was wearing just a modest amount of makeup. Her lips were pink and shiny. "Rita, look at my ears. Auntie pierced them!", she exclaimed holding her small pink hoops out for inspection. I noticed the inclusion of nail extensions as well. "Very pretty, sweety! And your nails look very nice as well"! She held her nails out and wiggled her fingers. "I'm still getting used to them but I think they're so cool!", she gushed. I gave Stacy a knowing look. "Well, I'm glad you have so much energy today, honey, because our plans have changed a bit". I explained that I had to go to the city on a work related issue. "So, if it's okay with Aunt Stacy, we'll take a little field trip today into New York". Stacy thought it was a great idea but Chrissy was a little less enthused. "I thought we would just practice makeup and stuff today", she said. "And we will when we get back. We'll only be gone a couple of hours and then we can do other things, okay"? "Okay", she reluctantly replied. "But I've never been to New York before. It's kinda scary". "Just stay close to me and you'll be fine", I told her. We had a quick breakfast and headed to the train station. Chrissy told me she needed to use the bathroom so we went to the ladies room where she took care of business. I did as well. After washing our hands I opened my purse and fixed my lipstick. To my surprise and joy Chrissy followed suit. We chatted on the train. Or rather Chrissy chatted while I just listened. She told me all about her new room and the the new clothes she got. Dressed as a boy she was quiet and shy but as a girl she was bubbly and full of energy. It was remarkable. Whenever she made a boyish gesture I quickly corrected her. By the time we reached Penn Station she had the hand movements and gestures of a girl her age. As we walked through the station I knew we were getting plenty of looks from the men. At least I was and I was learning to except that fact. Big breasted blonds tend to draw attention to themselves. It comes with the territory. Chrissy was all wide eyed as we flagged down a cab. We made our purchases at the market and stopped to have a bite to eat. During lunch Chrissy brought up the subject of high heels. She was upset that Stacy wouldn't allow her higher heels feeling she was just too young. I, on the other hand, sympathized with her on the subject remembering myself at her age wanting to master the art of walking in stilettos. After lunch I reached for my purse to get my credit card. Chrissy took this as a sign and reached for hers as well. She dutifully powdered her nose and touched up her lips. I just had to do the same. Lipstick and compact in hand I smiled at her "This is fun, isn't it?", I whispered. She just smiled back and nodded her head letting out a little giggle. As we were walking up Park Avenue I noticed a small shoe store with some very pretty pumps in the window. Chrissy noticed too. "Want to go in?", I asked. "Oh, yes, yes!", she responded. We were immediately approached by a salesperson asking if we needed some assistance. "Yes", I said, "my little sister her is attending a formal function in a few weeks and she needs to get used to wearing heels. Maybe a three, three and a half inch? Any suggestions"? I heard an audible gasp from Chrissy. For the next half hour she must have tried on at least two dozen pair of heels. We left with a pair of basic black patent pumps with a three inch heel. Chrissy happily swinging the bag as she walked hand in hand with me.

We made it back home by 2:30 and she immediately wanted to wear the heels. I coached her on not only walking but in being comfortable in wearing them. She stumbled a bit in the beginning but soon adapted to the new height. I must have made her go up and down the stairs fifty times but she was a very willing pupil. "The heels will stay here for now. It will be our little secret, okay?", I told her. She agreed. We spent time working on her makeup application skills as well as how to correctly remove it and cleaning her skin. I left her changing her nail polish when the phone rang. It was Laura asking me to pick her up at the airport later that night. She had apparently finished up early and just wanted to come home. I readily agreed and she gave me her flight information. While Chrissy was busy attending to her manicure I put her hair up in two cute pigtails. She loved it and insisted on keeping it that way for the rest of the day. Stacy came by to pick her up at 6 and we filled her in on the day. (Omitting the high heels!) We discussed the wedding and the need for Chrissy to get a dress. Stacy told me she would take care of it. With hugs and kisses all around they set off for home. I took the time to freshen up my makeup and headed out to the airport. On the way I stopped by the restaurant to drop off Paulo's items.

When I saw Laura in the terminal I ran to her giving her a big welcome home hug. We chatted on the way home and I filled her in on my little project. She found it rather amusing and told me she was not at all surprised. "I actually met Chris a couple of times at the salon. I always thought he'd make a cute girl. Apparently he does. And he wants to be the flower girl at the wedding"? "She does", I answered. "Well this ought to be fun and you know that Monica will be thrilled having a little sissy flowergirl", she said. When we got home and Laura was all unpacked and sorted out she suggested that we relax in the hot tub. I was all for that. As I was making us a small pitcher of icy vodka martinis a naked Laura walked by me giving me a pat on my tush. I noticed a fresh application of creamy fuchsia lipstick as she coyly smiled at me. "Don't keep me waiting too long, honey", she purred. In a flash I stripped off my clothes and tied my hair up. After a quick application of my own creamy deep red lipstick I joined her in the tub. We clinked glasses and drank. We talked about our week. I filled her in on my fantastic night with Danny all the time we played footsie in the warm water. "I love seeing you with tits, honey", she told me. With that we cuddled and began making out. Our lipstick went to hell but it makes for such a sensuous sissy kiss. For the next hour we drank and kissed and talked. After that we walked hand in hand to her bed and did what all good little sissy girls do. It was so nice having her back home and back in bed! More soon! Drop me a line!

The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of!

Did you ever have one of those dreams that just seemed so real, so three dimensional that you could actually feel things? I had one that night that stayed with me all the next day making it hard to concentrate at work. In this dream I walked naked into a room that was almost empty. I say almost because the only thing in it were about a dozen hunky men lying naked on the floor sporting huge erections. I couldn't make out their faces but the bodies were all similar and all looked like Danny! I was drawn to the first cock and slowly sucked it deep into my mouth. As I was giving Hunk #1 a sensuous blowjob I began stroking Hunk #2. After Hunk #1 shot his load in me I stooped over Hunk #2 and lowered my pussy on to him. I repeated this all down the line alternating between sucking and fucking until all the boys had cum in me one way or another. It was the most erotically real dream I ever had. I woke up in a sweat around 6AM and just couldn't get back to sleep. I figured I'd head into work early so I took a nice long shower thinking about the dream "God", I thought, "I really need to get laid"!

It was good being back in work doing a normal routine after the events of the past two days. I wondered how Stacy and Chrissy would be spending the day. I knew I'd be hearing from Stacy soon enough. Bookings at the restaurant were a bit down so the workload was a light. I took advantage of this and, with Paolo's permission, worked on what would be my first signature dish. A salmon and dill mousse. My first attempts were futile getting the right balance of fish and herb to cooperate. My final attempt of the day was greeted with a rather indifferent response from the chefs. I didn't take it personal as I knew it would be better the next time I attempted it. I did, however, bring it home with me. Before leaving for the day Paolo asked me to pick up some herbs and spices at the Chelsea market in the city the next day. I, of course, told him I'd be glad to. Driving back home it dawned on me that tomorrow was supposed to be the first day of girly-girl camp for Chrissy. "Damn!", I thought, "she'll be so disappointed"! Then I thought that maybe she would just come with me. Sort of a field trip. I'd run that by Stacy. My thoughts then turned to the night ahead. Danny and my much neglected pussy!

I went back and forth on what I would wear for him that night. After spending so much time with Chrissy I decided on something youthful, but in my case something dramatically more sexy. I decided on a tight white crop top that made my breasts look huge along with a ridiculously short tartan skirt that just barely covered my panties. I put my hair in two long pigtails and made up my eyes dramatically. I didn't bother with stockings. Just a cute pair of lacy white sissy socks and a pair of 6 inch stiletto platform sandals matching my top. "Let him see what he's been missing!", I happily thought to myself. I didn't bother with preparing a meal figuring that food would be the last thing on his mind when he saw me. (I hoped!) With time to kill I checked on my e-mail and was happy to see one from both Monica and Laura. Oh, how I missed the girls! Monica and Stephanie were in Switzerland preparing for their wedding. She sent me some stunning photos of the area where the ceremony would take place. There were also a few pictures of the happy couple as well. It was odd seeing Stephanie in slacks and a sports jacket but I knew underneath it she was wearing something frilly. It was hard to believe they'd be a Mr. and Mrs. in just two days. Well, Mrs. and Mrs. but that would take place here at Laurita. I couldn't wait for that. Now more than ever knowing that little Chrissy consented to be our flower girl. I knew Monica and Stephanie would enjoy that very much. I also got an E-mail from Laura telling me she'd be home sometime on Saturday. She told me things were going well. What that meant I didn't know but I did know she was doing something to make her more independent as a real estate broker. Something to do with banks I think. After logging off I put a bottle of Champagne on ice for later. I heard Danny's truck pull up and quickly checked myself in the mirror. "Not bad", I thought, fixing my lipstick, "not bad"! I scurried to the kitchen as he let himself in leaning against the counter. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. We must have stared at each other for a full minute before I lept into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist and mashed my lips to his. Not removing his lips from mine he walked me over until my tush was sitting on the counter, my legs still locked around him. Both his hands came up to fondle my tits and tweak my rock hard nipples. I just moaned into his mouth as I sucked on his tongue. Breaking the kiss he told me he was going to take a shower and for me to be ready for him when he came out. I was ready two days ago! I just nodded like a dutiful housewife as my man went off to get washed up. I stripped out of my clothes in a flash and dove into my bathroom and promptly lubed up. I had given myself a scented douche earlier in the day. I positioned myself on our bed with my hands laid back in complete surrender. My breasts heaving in anticipation. He came out still glistening from the water and reached for my hands. Drawing me up he directed me to bend over on my knees. With a quick fluid motion and no preliminary he buried his hard, hot cock deep in my pussy. I let out a long low moan as his manhood invaded my cunt. He began a slow sensual fucking motion bringing me to the edge several times. It felt so good, so right, to have him in me. Fucking me so good! Every time I felt an orgasm building he would ease up a fraction. He was playing me like a violin. My nipples were as hard as diamonds and my poor clitty was throbbing as he sawed in and out of my much neglected hole. "Tell me you like it, baby", he whispered bending over me. "Oh, I like it.....Oh, fuck me Daddy..", I moaned, almost sobbing. He fucked me good and hard for over twenty minutes slowly building the pace of his thrusts. I felt an explosion in my tummy as a huge orgasm filled my entire body. I sent my sissy juices shooting all over my pillow as I felt his hot load of cum fill my cunt. His rock hard cock continued to invade my pussy with powerful thrusts as he emptied his seed in me. I was just moaning and crying out for him to fuck me harder. My vision was blurry after he pulled out and I inserted a waiting tampon to keep him in me. I immediately jumped on his wet, cummy cock and licked and sucked out every remaining sperm. With both of us trying to regain our breath we collapsed into each other's arms and held tightly. He lay on top of me and I could feel every ripple of his hard chest on my breasts. After a minute I could feel him nursing on them. Oh, that felt soooooo good! He was cupping my right as he sucked on my left. It was wonderful. I loved having big tits! "You wanna fuck them?", I cooed in his ear. He let out a soft moan around my engorged nipple. I continued to tease him. "I want to squeeze your cock between my tits and have you cum all over them. Would you like that.....hmmmm, Daddy?" I reached down and began stroking him to hardness once again. He was ready. I jumped up and gave him a slow handjob until he was as hard as a pipe once again. I placed him between my tits and squeezed them around his cock. I slowly fucked him with my tits as he lay back in utter bliss. "That's it, baby, fuck my tits, fuck my big soft tits with your hard cock", I moaned. "Cum all over them....cover them in your hot cum so I can lick it off, Daddy". Every once in a while I would engulf him in my mouth to keep him hard and wet, savoring every throbbing inch. I teased him unmercifully until he let go of his load and coated my tits with his manly juices. I even managed to get the last few shots in my mouth, loving every musky drop. We cuddled and slept for maybe a half hour. I was awakened by the phone.

Stacy was full of happiness and it showed in her voice. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Rita?", she gaily said. "Uh-uh", I blissfully replied. "Yeah, I'll bet", she giggled. She went on to tell me about her day with Chrissy. Taking her to the mall to pick out the beginnings of a new wardrobe and accessories for her. "I never saw her so enthused about anything in her life", she said. "She dragged me from one store to the next. She must have tried on fifty different outfits! And you should have seen her at the makeup counters! Like a kid in a candy store"! I smiled at that looking over to see my honey breathing deep with his eyes closed. Stacy then put her hand over the phone. I could hear Chrissy in the background. "Rita, she wants to talk to you", she said. Little Chrissy exploded onto the phone excitedly talking a mile a minute! "Rita you should see the cute outfits Auntie (Auntie?) bought for me. They're so cool! I got this purple skirt and matching top and new nighties and pretty dresses and shoes and....Rita, Auntie says I'm too young to wear high heels like the big girls...tell her I'm not, please, please, pretty please"!! I tried to get a word in but couldn't. I just smiled at her youthful enthusiasm. She continued. "Oh and I'm moving into one of Hank's daughters old bedroom...it's so cool and pretty and Auntie is going to pierce my ears tonight and she said I could get my nails longer and, oh yeah, I got some new nail polish and some really good makeup and three new lipsticks...!" She went on and on. I didn't have the heart to interrupt her. I noticed Danny stirring as I sat listening to Chrissy babble on and on. Finally she began to run out of steam and I could get a word in. "That's wonderful news, honey! I can't wait to see your new room and outfits. Remember we have a date tomorrow?", I reminded her. That set her off yet again. "Yes I remember. What are we going to do. Can I wear my "Princess" top"? And then in a whisper she asked if she could learn to walk in heels. I laughed at that remembering asking Denise that same question when I was her age or even younger. "How we couldn't wait to grow up!", I though seeing Danny beginning to stir. I told her that we would be going on a field trip to the city if it was alright with her aunt. I could hear her asking Stacy. I heard Stacy say "sure". Stacy got back on and told me that Chrissy took to being a girl like a fish to water. She had absolutely no qualms about going out dressed in feminine attire. She wore the outfit I had given her as well as carrying her purse all day. She used the ladies room without even a thought. We made our plans for the next day and Stacy rang off. I was looking more forward to it than I was before. But what I was really looking forward to was another go with Danny.

He was propped up on an elbow smiling at me. "That was great!", he said. "Of course it was, silly boy", I giggled. "Hungry?" "Yeah, a bit", he said. I slipped on a short satin robe and padded on down to the kitchen. I filled a breakfast tray with some of the mousse and the champagne. I smiled as I noted the Lilly that Chrissy had left me. When I came back to the bedroom Danny was in the bathroom washing up. I filled two flutes with the bubbly and spread some mousse on pieces of Melba toast. We lay in bed sipping and eating and just basically catching up. "Who was on the phone?", he asked. "Oh, just some project I'm working on", I replied. Quickly changing the subject I asked how he liked the mousse. "It's good", he replied. "Yeah, it is good but it's not great. It's missing something and I can't put my finger on it....yet", I added. "You will, baby, you're the best!", he said stroking my bare thigh. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me tenderly on the lips. "Let's make love", he whispered. With a sigh I lay on my back as Danny mounted me. We took our time. It was long, loving and very soul satisfying. He brought me to so many bellygasims that I lost count. All the time we talked as we slowly fucked through the night. I remember thinking about the dream I had the night before. I was having trouble remembering it! More soon....comments would be nice!

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!