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Coming Out To Mom
By: Mandii
I was 15 years old at the time. I had been wearing my moms things since I was 11. By 15 I was fulling dressing whenever I had the chance.
My mom was going to be out for the day, a perfect time to put on my favorite dress of hers. A sleeveless "A" line dress. With a solid blue skirt and a white with small polka dots bodice.
I started by raiding my mom's lingerie drawer. White satin panties, a bra, full slip, and pantyhose. I filled balloons with water to use in the bra cups.
Then I went to her makeup drawer. Put on foundation, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner and blush. My hair at that time was pretty long and I combed it into a feminine a hairstyle as best I could. Spayed it then with hairspray.
Went over to the closet and took out the dress. Put it on an zipped up the back. Put on a neckless and earrings. Slipped on a couple of bracelets too.
Got her white high heeled pumps from the closet and put those on. I then put on a little squirt of perfume. The last thing was red lipstick. Even now lipstick is my final touch when I dress. As usual when I finished my lipstick, the exciting rush came over me. There was a woman starring back at me in the mirror. I felt so fantastic. I walked around the house, clicking in those heels.
After a couple of hours, to my horror, my mom drove up the driveway! What was I to do? I could never get undressed quick enough or even hide fast enough. I decided I would just show myself to her in her dress.
She came in the back door into the kitchen. I stepped out from around the doorway, and said "hi mom". She stared at me for about 20 seconds and then said "you look like my sister". "How did you get those earrings on"? (My mom had pierced ears). "I taped them on" I said. She asked me why I was dressed like this. I told her, I don't know, just wanted to see what I would look like. She said "you look nice". Then she asked me if I wanted to stay in that dress the rest of the day. I told her "yes I would". She told me OK you can.
Let me see you walk in those heels. So I walked back around the kitchen, my heels clicking. Pretty good, girl. Take smaller steps. You smell nice too. Let's see you sit. So I sat down, brushing the skirt up as a sat. Very nice she told me. Fold your hands in your lap. Keep your knees together. Now cross your legs.
Here, let's get you a purse. She handed me a white clutch purse. Now put your lipstick and powder in it for now. I went to her drawer and got the lipstick I had used and a compact.
My mom made lunch for us and we sat and just talked, like to women. She asked me "do you like wearing that dress?" I told her I did. Do you wish you were a girl? No, I told her, I don't. "OK" she said. You should fix your lipstick since you had lunch. I took out the compact from my purse and used the mirror to apply my lipstick. She smiled at me. Spent the afternoon in the dress I loved so much.
Late in the afternoon, she said "you had better change before dad gets home". "Hang my dress back up and put the under things you have on in the laundry".
That was the first and last time she ever saw me dressed. We never brought it up again. I'm sure she knew I was wearing her clothes and using her makeup, but she never said anything. I so wish we had connected that way again.
I was 15 years old at the time. I had been wearing my moms things since I was 11. By 15 I was fulling dressing whenever I had the chance.
My mom was going to be out for the day, a perfect time to put on my favorite dress of hers. A sleeveless "A" line dress. With a solid blue skirt and a white with small polka dots bodice.
I started by raiding my mom's lingerie drawer. White satin panties, a bra, full slip, and pantyhose. I filled balloons with water to use in the bra cups.
Then I went to her makeup drawer. Put on foundation, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner and blush. My hair at that time was pretty long and I combed it into a feminine a hairstyle as best I could. Spayed it then with hairspray.
Went over to the closet and took out the dress. Put it on an zipped up the back. Put on a neckless and earrings. Slipped on a couple of bracelets too.
Got her white high heeled pumps from the closet and put those on. I then put on a little squirt of perfume. The last thing was red lipstick. Even now lipstick is my final touch when I dress. As usual when I finished my lipstick, the exciting rush came over me. There was a woman starring back at me in the mirror. I felt so fantastic. I walked around the house, clicking in those heels.
After a couple of hours, to my horror, my mom drove up the driveway! What was I to do? I could never get undressed quick enough or even hide fast enough. I decided I would just show myself to her in her dress.
She came in the back door into the kitchen. I stepped out from around the doorway, and said "hi mom". She stared at me for about 20 seconds and then said "you look like my sister". "How did you get those earrings on"? (My mom had pierced ears). "I taped them on" I said. She asked me why I was dressed like this. I told her, I don't know, just wanted to see what I would look like. She said "you look nice". Then she asked me if I wanted to stay in that dress the rest of the day. I told her "yes I would". She told me OK you can.
Let me see you walk in those heels. So I walked back around the kitchen, my heels clicking. Pretty good, girl. Take smaller steps. You smell nice too. Let's see you sit. So I sat down, brushing the skirt up as a sat. Very nice she told me. Fold your hands in your lap. Keep your knees together. Now cross your legs.
Here, let's get you a purse. She handed me a white clutch purse. Now put your lipstick and powder in it for now. I went to her drawer and got the lipstick I had used and a compact.
My mom made lunch for us and we sat and just talked, like to women. She asked me "do you like wearing that dress?" I told her I did. Do you wish you were a girl? No, I told her, I don't. "OK" she said. You should fix your lipstick since you had lunch. I took out the compact from my purse and used the mirror to apply my lipstick. She smiled at me. Spent the afternoon in the dress I loved so much.
Late in the afternoon, she said "you had better change before dad gets home". "Hang my dress back up and put the under things you have on in the laundry".
That was the first and last time she ever saw me dressed. We never brought it up again. I'm sure she knew I was wearing her clothes and using her makeup, but she never said anything. I so wish we had connected that way again.