Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 10

When I picked Tammy up from school, he was all smiles.  "Well, how did it go at school?  How did people react to seeing you as Tammy -- and in a nightgown?"

"It went great!" Tammy practically shouted.  "Of course, when I first arrived, I got a lot of stares walking down the hall to homeroom. But mostly I think people were staring because they didn't know who I was -- or why someone was wearing such a fancy nightgown to PJ Day!"

Tammy continued. "When I first got to homeroom, people were shocked.  I mean speechless. I thought it was hysterical!  But after just a few minutes, a bunch of the girls -- the cool girls, the ones that never talk to me -- came over and started fussing all over me. They were saying how pretty I was, how jealous they were, and so on.  It was totally fun!"

"It was sort of funny," Tammy continued, "That I was the one wearing the prettiest nightgown! Most of the other girls were wearing pajamas or flannel nightgowns -- like the ones we wear together in the winter. Nobody was wearing a fancy, pretty nightgown like me."  I was relieved to hear this as I thought Tammy's selection of nightgown wasn't exactly appropriate and I thought it might cause a problem -- but apparently not.

Tammy continued, talking a mile a minute. "But of course, the boys noticed me too.  A bunch of them just couldn't stop staring at me while I was chatting with the cool girls.  And then a couple of brave ones came up to me.  At first I was worried that they were going to give me a hard time or start calling me names.  But that didn't happen. Instead Jimmy Michaels came up to me a said 'Wow, you really look amazing. I barely recognized you.'"

I was shocked to hear this because I was aware that Jimmy Michaels (who was captain of the football team, by the way) had never been nice to Tommy over the years, calling him names like "sissy" and "faggot" just because he didn't like to play sports and because he mostly kept to himself.

"Well, after homeroom, we all went to the auditorium for the end of year presentation. The girls from my homeroom asked me to sit with them, and we were joined by the cool girls from the other homerooms.  And everybody was super nice to me and made a big deal about how pretty I looked." Tammy was practically breathless from talking so fast.

"Then after the presentations, we all went to the gym where they handed out yearbooks.  And they had pizza and soda and everybody spent the rest of the day signing each others' yearbooks and chatting and eating.  This time Jimmy Michaels came up and talked to me, even offering to get me some pizza and soda. He told me that he would working all summer at his uncle's car shop on North Street and he said that he hoped that we would get to hang out together over the summer..."

"The whole day went by in a flash. Before I knew it, it was time to go home."

"Well, young lady, you certainly had an exciting day!" I said. "You must be exhausted."

"Oh, I guess. But I'm supposed to meet some of the other girls at the mall at 3:00.  Can you drive me?  And tonight, Jimmy invited me to go with him to end of year bonfire down by the lake -- can I go to that too?"

"Well, I don't see why not. If it's what you want to do," I said.

Tammy's life experienced a big change as a result of his wearing a pretty nightgown to PJ Day.  That whole summer was a whirlwind of parties and days at the lake and afternoons at the mall and nights at the movies. Needless to say, I had to spend quite a bit of money on getting Tammy all the clothes that he needed now -- casual outfits and jeans and tank tops; swimsuits and cover-ups; party dresses; the works!

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- part 7

 

Tammy was having a magical time at the fancy tea dance, being led on the dance floor by his handsome date, Steve.  Tammy allowed himself to be carried away by the experience, resting his head on Steve's shoulder.  And when Steve leaned in to kiss Tammy, Tammy didn't resist at all.  Deep kisses continued on the dance floor as the band played a slow, romantic song.

"I'm going to miss you when I leave for New York on Monday. Do you think you will be able to visit me?" Steve said.

That question triggered something in Tammy's head that he decided to act on.  "Steve," Tammy whispered in his ear as they danced, "I haven't been completely honest with you."

"Oh, really?" Steve replied, having no idea what he was going to hear next. "Well, now might be a good time to set the record straight. I'm ready. Let me hear it."

"Well," Tammy said softly into his ear. "For one thing, I'm not really 22 years old like I said last night. I'm 18."

"Yikes!" Steve responded with real surprise. "That makes me much older than you. I really shouldn't be dating 18 year old girls. Well, at least you're...legal.  I'm going to need to think about this. But in the meantime, please lay off the champagne.  You shouldn't be drinking."  Tammy agreed.  "Was there something else? Steve asked.

"Well, yes," Tammy started. "This is a bit hard to explain, but I wasn't exactly born this way. I mean, gender-wise.  I haven't always been a girl like this."

"Are you saying that your trans?" Steve whispered back to Tammy. "Wow, that is a surprise. But you're so...feminine. I would never have thought. I suppose you transitioned when you were young.  Wow, there is a lot to learn about you!"

To Steve's credit, he seemed more concerned with Tammy being 18 than the fact that his date was a transwoman.

"It's not exactly like that," Tammy whispered back. "I...I...I," Tammy stammered.

"You what?" Steve prompted, struggling to keep his voice at a whisper.

"Steve, I'm a boy," Tammy explained simply.  Steve went a little pale. 

They retreated back to their table where Steve said, "Look, there is a lot we need to talk about but we can't talk here. I was planning to take you out to dinner later, but maybe we should just go back to my folk's place and talk in private there.  Is that OK with you? Tammy agreed and off they went.

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 4

 As a cold winter gave way to spring, I knew it was time to start putting away our pretty flannel nightgowns. Although we had both enjoyed the coziness of our beautiful and feminine flannel gowns -- and the instant sensation of a slumber party that they evoked each time we put them on -- the nights were becoming warmer and it was time for a change.

Just in time for Tommy/Tammy's birthday in late March, I bought him two very pretty, very feminine lightweight nightgowns, one with little cap sleeves and another that was sleeveless.  And of course I bought the same spring nighties for me.

I thought my little Tammy was going to faint when he unwrapped first one and then the other. He held the soft fabric up to his cheek and positively beamed.

He took the cap sleeve nightgown upstairs and changed into it. He no longer needed my help doing his hair and make-up.  I had even put a small vanity table with a mirror and chair in his room so he would have a special place to make himself look pretty and to store his make-up and brushes and perfumes.

I thought he looked like a little princess in his pretty new nighties. I even started calling him "My Little Princess" when he was all dolled up.  I think he really liked it when I said that.

Something else happened that spring. In his pretty spring nightgowns, my little Tammy looked so grown up, so ladylike. I thought I might try exploring a new topic with My Little Princess...men.  I started very slowly and carefully. We started watching TV shows with more mature themes. These shows would often feature steamy love scenes -- and very handsome leading men. I would say things like "Ooh, isn't he handsome?" or "Look how strong and muscular he is," or "Mmmm, I think he's very exciting," as we watched our evening TV shows. 

After a little while I managed to get Tammy to engage me in conversation on the topic. He was, at least at first, a bit reluctant about voicing an opinion. But with a little bit of time and a bit of prompting from me, he was able to loosen up a bit and managed to admit to admiring the hunky men on the screen -- and sensing the thrill of the women that were in their arms. The more we watched and the more we talked, the more Tammy was able to imagine himself as the soft, feminine object of the male characters' desires. 

I knew that it caused Tammy some embarrassment to admit to identifying with the female characters in these romantic situations. But I explained to Tammy that it was perfectly natural for a young lady like him to have these feelings of excitement and desire for such masculine men. I explained to him that all girls want to be pursued by, and ultimately submit to, a real man.

I think my explanation confused and embarrassed my poor, sweet, little Tammy even more than he already was.  Oh well.  Maybe a few more pretty spring nighties would cheer him up, don't you think?

Mommy's Pajama Sissy - Part 2

When Tommy returned home from school the next afternoon, the first words out of his mouth were, "Mommy, can I dress up in your pretty pajamas?"

I will admit that I was surprised by how anxious and excited Tommy appeared to be to repeat last night's experience.

I told Tommy I would let him wear my pretty pjs as soon as he was done with his homework. Well, Tommy tore into his homework with a vigor I had never seen before.  After about an hour and a half, he announced that he was done.  I took him up to my bedroom where we picked out a light blue floral print set for him to wear.  I again sat him down at my vanity and fixed his hair and put a little make-up and perfume on him.  "There," I announced when I was done.  "Now you look and smell pretty."  He beamed when I said that.

He moved from the vanity to my full-length mirror, where for stood for nearly ten minutes, as he turned and struck various poses, mesmerized by his own girlish reflection.

I changed into my pajamas and we ate dinner together.  He chatted happily about his day -- something that he hadn't done with me for ages. Afterwards he helped me do the dishes without even being asked.  We watched tv together and generally had a wonderful time.

Our pajama fun continued every night. Each evening I would pick out a set of my pretty pajamas for Tommy and each evening he would race through his homework so that he change out of his boy clothes and into my ladies pajamas.  Over the course of that first week, I let him wear a pretty white set with red flowers, a black set with pick flowers, and a very sweet powder blue set.

Of course I knew this was a bit unusual, but it seemed to make him so happy.  And it also brought us much closer together.  He was so engaged and affectionate when he was wearing my pretty pajamas. I soon realized I was enjoying Tommy's unusual fixation with looking and feeling feminine as much as he was.

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 1

Last fall, shortly before Halloween, the weather turned suddenly very cold.  Our house is rather drafty so I wanted to be sure that my teenage son Tommy stayed warm.  But I then discovered that, over the summer, he had outgrown all of his winter pajamas.  Since Tommy and I were about the same size, I suggested to Tommy that he borrow a pair of my flannel pjs.  I handed Tommy a set that was white with a pale blue floral print.  I thought he might protest, but he didn't.

When Tommy emerged from his room wearing my pajamas, I could tell that his mood had brightened.  He went into my bedroom and stood in front of the big mirror, admiring his reflection. "Do you like those pjs, Tommy?"  I asked.

"Oh yes, Mommy.  I do.  I think they are very pretty," he said.  "Mommy," he continued hesitantly, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Pretty?" I responded with surprise.  "Well, I never thought about it, but yes, I suppose you are pretty."

He smiled.  "I want to be pretty.  Pretty like you," he said, still gazing at his reflection.

I was puzzled but also very touched by what he said.  "Well, maybe I can help you to be even prettier," I suggested.  I sat Tommy down at my vanity and started to brush out his hair.  His curly, dirty blonde hair hung down nearly to his shoulders.  As a boy, his long hair gave him a wild, surfer dude look.  But as I brushed it I realized just how pretty his hair was.  I gathered up some of his hair and pinned it up in back.  I brushed out a few tendrils and let them fall to the sides of his face.  I dabbed some pink gloss on his lips and brushed a little blush on his cheeks.  When I asked him if he wanted me to spritz him with a little cologne, he said, "Yes please, Mommy."

Tommy and I proceeded to spend a delightful evening together, both of us wearing pretty flannel pjs.  We snuggled up together under a blanket on the couch and watched tv together, something we hadn't done since Tommy was just a little boy.

That night, I even tucked Tommy into his bed.  He did indeed look very pretty, with his lips and cheeks pinked with my make-up and his brushed out hair falling across the pillows.  I kissed him good night on the forehead and he said, "Thank you Mommy."

As I turned off his light and closed the door to his bedroom, I wondered if this was going to prove to be a one-time event.  I suspected it would not be.

Mother's Pretty Little Sissy Daughter -- Part 2 -- Getting Ready for a Sissy Day

*** This is a continuation of a story from 2012.  To find Part 1, click on the "Sissy Jessica" Label in the right margin of the blog.  Enjoy! ***                                                                             As you already know, I have been pushing my son, Jesse, to embrace his feminine side.  In fact, I want him to become my daughter, Jessica, full-time.  Jesse is much too pretty to be a boy I think. And I tell him that almost every day.

I encourage my little Jesse to dress up as Jessica every chance he gets.  I do everything I can to get Jesse to think of himself as a girl.  I want him to let go of being a boy and to embrace a completely and permanent feminine existence.

Jesse still goes to school as a boy, but he spends all his time at home as a girl.  He has been living this way for almost six months.  He has become so naturally feminine that it has become unbearably painful for me when he reverts to being a boy.  And over that time, Jesse's hair has started to grow out long and beautiful and his body is slender and pretty as a result of the strict diet I keep him on.

As soon as he gets home from school and throughout the weekends, there is no sign of Jesse, only Jessica.

And because he spends so much time as Jessica, he has become very girlish and feminine. And he very talented at doing his hair and make-up.  Here are some photos I took of Jesse getting ready to spend a Saturday with me as mother and daughter.  He starts his day with a warm bubble bath, soaking in a tub where fragrant oils soften his skin. The experience relaxes and prepares his body and mind for a day of feminine fun.

After his bath he applies lotions to his skin before he begins to do his hair and make-up. Since he has been doing his own hair and make-up almost every day for several months, he has become a true expert at making himself look beautiful.   

I have a fun and exciting day planned for the two of us.  First, we will go to the big shopping mall that is about 20 minutes away.   We'll shop for dresses and lingerie at the big department stores.  Jessica always gets so nervous when I push him into a ladies dressing room to try on things.  Then we"ll head downtown for lunch at a restaurant we like. 

 I haven't told Jessica this yet, but there is a huge car show going on downtown.  The streets will be crowded with people and we'll probably have to park far away.  And of course the car show attracts men -- and teenage boys -- by the thousands.  So Jessica will get plenty of attention and admiring looks -- and comments, I expect -- from the men and boys we will be walking past.

Doesn't that sound like fun?

Now hurry along and finish getting ready, Jessica.  We have a busy day planned!

Sissy Priscilla Part 3 -- Mother's Wedding Surprise

After I had taken about a million photos of my beautiful sissy son bride, I told him that we should head back inside.  I could tell he was sad when I said that, sensing that our bridal fantasy day was wrapping up.  But I had other ideas.  In fact, the fun might be just beginning!

As I said earlier, sissies have such limited lives -- no friends, no romance.  But I knew I could change that.

You see, at the same time that I was making arrangements to rent the cottage and buy flowers for today, I had also gone online to see if I might be able to find a fantasy "groom" to make Priscilla's wedding fantasy complete.  There are plenty of websites out there for men looking to meet sissies. My challenge was to find the right one.  I posted some details of what I was planning for my little sissy and, needless to say, I got hundreds of responses from horny men wanting to have some dirty action with my sweet sissy son.  But one profile stood out from all the others -- a young, tall, handsome man, clearly well educated.  He seemed to understand what I was looking for in a "dream date" for Priscilla.  I arranged to meet him in person and I liked him immediately. His name was Kurt. 

So on the day of Priscilla's wedding, while Priscilla and I were taking photo's outside, Kurt arrived at the cottage and waited patiently for us inside. When he saw us starting to walk back toward the cottage, that was his signal to come out.  Little Priscilla was so frightened and worried when this tall man walked out of our cottage and started walking straight towards us.  "Now, now, Priscilla," I reassured. "Don't be frightened.  In fact I know this man.  His name is Kurt and I invited him."

Priscilla looked so confused and scared.  Kurt confidently strode up to Priscilla.  "Hello, Priscilla," he said.  "I am Kurt.  Your groom.  Your husband.  For today." 

Well, it took some time for Priscilla to compose himself after much reassurance from me. "Come, come, Priscilla," I said.  "Play along.  This is all part of making today's fantasy complete."  After a while, Priscilla relaxed, mostly because Kurt was so charming and gentle with him.  Before too much longer, I was able to get Priscilla to smile and pose for some photos with Kurt.  Here's the first photo I took.


Well, after the first photo was done, I was able to take about two hundred more as I asked them to pose in various locations around the pond.  With each passing moment, Priscilla became more relaxed around Kurt and seemed to ease more naturally into his role as the petite bride to Kurt's manly groom.

"Now a kiss!" I shouted.  Priscilla was shocked when I said this.  Kurt wisely went in for a gentle peck on Priscilla's forehead.

"Oh that won't do at all!" I cried.  It's time for a real kiss."  And I guess Priscilla agreed.












Kurt pulled Priscilla hard against him as Priscilla closed his eyes and allowed Kurt to kiss him for a very, very long time. I was delighted to see my little sissy son experience romance for the first time in his life.  I took dozens of photos of this lovely embrace.



We went back inside the cottage where I insisted that Kurt and Priscilla act out a wedding ceremony while I took even more photos.  I had arranged for some wedding flowers for the living room to set the mood.  

"Do you, Kurt, take Priscilla to be your wife?" I intoned.  "I do!" said Kurt while Priscilla beamed.


"And do you, Priscilla, take Kurt to be your husband?"  "Oh yes, I do!" replied my eager and delighted sissy son.  "You may kiss the bride." I instructed Kurt.  And Kurt did as I told him, scooping Priscilla up in his arms and kissing his lovely bride.



















"And now for your first dance as husband and wife!" I shouted and pressed play on the CD player.  John Legend's "All of Me" began to play.  Kurt expertly led Priscilla around the living room in a gentle, slow, romantic dance.  As the song came to an end, I decided it was time for me to make my exit.  "Well, three's a crowd," I said.  There's a light dinner and a bottle of champagne for you two in the refrigerator.  I will be up in my room.  Have fun.  And congratulations!"  Priscilla giggled as I left.


At about 6:30 the next morning I heard Kurt leave the cottage and drive off in his car.  I came downstairs and found Priscilla, in his vintage peach peignoir set, sipping on a cup of coffee, looking rather disheveled -- and a bit embarrassed.

"Well, well, well," I said. "And how is the new bride this morning?"

Priscilla waited a moment, finally answering, "A bit sore, actually."  We both broke out in laughter when he said that.  I gave my sissy bride son a great big hug.  

"I hope you enjoyed your wedding fantasy, darling," I said.

"Oh yes mother.  That was the most wonderful day -- and night of my life."

Kurt continued to be a frequent visitor at our home after Priscilla's sissy wedding.  But those are stories for another time.

Sissy Priscilla Part 2 -- A Sissy Wedding Fantasy

For the past few weeks, I have been planning a very special weekend for my sissy daughter, Priscilla.  It all started when I was at a Thrift Shop and I happened to find a beautiful wedding gown in Priscilla's size for just $20.  Of course I bought it.  Here is the plan I came up with -- as soon as it was warm enough, we would rent a little cottage in the country for the weekend.  We would make the whole weekend about Priscilla's wedding fantasy!  Priscilla was so excited when I explained this to him and when I showed him the wedding dress.  I told him how we would do his hair and make up just so and then take a million photos of him as a blushing bride.  I had a few more surprises planned -- but that was all I wanted Priscilla to know about in advance.

We chose a weekend in late April and found the perfect little cottage to rent with a lovely property for taking wedding photos.  When the weekend finally arrived, I thought my darling little Priscilla was going to burst with excitement!

We drove out to the cottage on Friday afternoon, after Priscilla had come home from school and had a chance to change out of his boy clothes and into his girl clothes.  I already had everything we needed packed in the car so off we went.  We had a light dinner and afterwards I dressed Priscilla in a lovely vintage Vanity Fair peignoir set in the softest peach.  He looked so lovely as I tucked him into bed and kissed him tonight.  I wished him sweet dreams and urged him to get a good night's sleep before our exciting Saturday.

At sunrise, I brought Priscilla some toast and tea in bed and we started our day. After Priscilla showered, we spent the next couple of hours getting him all prettied up for his wedding fantasy. He started with his hair which was now almost down to his shoulders.  I watched him as he brushed in hair out in the mirror.  He seemed so happy and so natural getting ready to be a bride for the day.

Next I helped him into the lovely vintage gown I had bought for him.  I buttoned up his dress in back.  I felt so happy having the opportunity to dress my lovely bride-daughter -- even though my only child was a boy!  Since I never had a real daughter of my own, I thought this day would never come for me.  Yet here I was -- the happiest mother-of-the-bride that ever was!

Then he finished doing his make-up and voila!  My little boy was now a lovely, blushing bride.  He looked so beautiful!  I felt so proud and so happy as I looked at my little boy-bride.  

We spent the next 20 minutes pinning a wreath of fresh pink and white roses on his head.  He insisted that it had to be perfect.  It took me about ten separate tries to get it positioned to his satisfaction.  I was astonished just how much my little boy was acting like a real bride on her real wedding day.  Finally his floral crown was just right and he was complete!!!!

I picked up my camera and started taking photos for the next two hours.  We took photos everywhere -- in the cottage and around the lovely grounds. I could tell that my sweet Priscilla was having the time of his life pretending to be a bride for a day. 

I was happy that my sissy son was having fun, but as his mother I also felt some sadness.  Of course I knew that as a sissy, my son had no real friends -- and had certainly never had a real romantic experience of his own.  Real boys shun sissies like my son.  They really have nothing in common after all and could never be friends.  And sissies are too weak and too fearful to develop meaningful relationships with girls.  So while I was delighted to bring joy into Sissy Priscilla's life for one afternoon, the fact that it was just a pretend fantasy made me a bit sad.



But I had more surprises in store for Priscilla this afternoon -- something that he would never have anticipated.  I was nervous that perhaps I had gone too far -- but I was also far too excited to stop.

 

"Priscilla, darling," I called after taking a few dozen photos by the pond.  "I think it is time for us to go back inside now."

I could see a hint of disappointment on Priscilla's face when I said that, assuming that his day as a bride was coming to close.  But of course, he had no idea what further surprises I had for him.

Sissy Priscilla Part 1 -- Mother's Sweet Sissy Daughter

I have always known that my sweet little boy was a sissy.  At first he tried to hide his interest in everything girlish from me.  But I could always tell that he was more interested in girly things than a little boy should be.  He so enjoyed sitting with me at my vanity as I did my make-up and standing next to me in my closet as I picked out what dress to wear.  He was fascinated with my lingerie, my perfume, my hair curlers -- really everything that was feminine.                                                                                                                                          I knew that he secretly tried on my clothes when he thought I didn't notice.  When I thought he was ready, I spoke to him about it.  I reassured him that I didn't mind if he wanted to play dress up at home.  I told him that I thought it was sweet that he had feminine feelings and interests.  I urged him not to keep this bottled up inside and to feel safe letting his girlish feelings out at home.  At first he tried to deny what I was saying, but it didn't take long for him to crack and to admit the longings that were deep in his young heart.

These are some photos of what my son looks like now when he is at home.  Isn't he adorable?  He is so naturally feminine and girlish I sometimes forget he isn't really a girl.  He spends his days at school as a boy but after school and on weekends, he is my daughter, Priscilla.  I let him borrow any my clothes if that's what he wants to wear -- but he has a closet full of pretty outfits and drawers of lingerie of his very own. Priscilla is simply the sweetest little girl any mother could dream of for a daughter.  I don't know who is happier that there is a young girl in the house -- Priscilla or me!

For the past few years, I have been encouraging his to let his hair grow out.  His hair is now long for a boy, but I don't think anybody notices or cares; these days it seems like anything goes.  What's important to us is that his hair is now long enough that he can style it to look pretty and feminine when he wants to be Priscilla. I even take him to my beauty salon when he needs a haircut.  My stylist does such a nice job with his hair.  

We have such fun together as mother and daughter.  Here is a photo I took when Priscilla and I spent a weekend in the country.  We stayed in a cute little bed and breakfast, went antiquing, shopped for crafts and clothes.  In the evening we went to a state fair that really fun.  I noticed that a lot of the teenage boys at the fair were "checking out" Priscilla as we walked around together.  Can you blame them?  Of course not! My Priscilla looks adorable!  No one had any idea that the pretty young girl in the beret was actually a boy.

A Sissy Every Weekend -- Part 8. Out to Brunch

When I came downstairs in the morning, everyone was already up but still dressed in their nightgowns.  "I understand that you and Caroline are going to out brunch this morning," Mother said as she sipped her coffee.  "At the Hilton.  They have a very lovely brunch."

The twins were eating breakfast.  "Wow!  A second date just 12 hours after the first date.  That must be some sort of record!" The twins started giggling at that.  Even Mother and Aunt Jenny struggled to suppress a bit of a laugh at the joke.  I tried not to let it bother me.   

"Don't pick on Tiffany," Caroline said, coming to my rescue. "She only doing this as a favor to me."

"Well, let's get you girls dressed," Aunt Jenny said.  Caroline and I followed Aunt Jenny upstairs and into her walk-in closet.  "What would be good for a fancy brunch...?" she thought out loud.  She suggest a two-piece outfit for Caroline. For me, she picked out a blue dress with orange trim. It was brand new and still had the tags on it.  "Tiff, I think this will look great on you. And I have a purse and shoes to go with it.  Now you two need to hurry up and get ready.  I'll drive you downtown in 45 minutes," she said.

Caroline and I went back to our bedroom where we quickly showered and got ourselves ready.  As I slipped on my bra and placed the little falsies into the cups it struck me what I was doing. It was just as the twins said.  I was going on a second date -- with a boy.  And here I was rushing to make myself look pretty -- borrowing a fancy dress and shoes, doing my hair, putting on make-up and perfume -- all things a girls does to make herself attractive to men.  I started getting upset as I sat there at the vanity wearing just my bra and panties.  Caroline came over and slid onto the vanity stool next to me.  "Don't worry, Tiffy.  You'll do just fine today."

"It's just that...that..." I stammered.

"What, Sweetie?"

"It's just that this is all wrong.  I shouldn't be getting all dressed up to be out with a boy!"

"Oh, Tiffy, don't think about it like that.  We're just going out to have some fun.  We will have a delicious brunch at a fancy hotel and then we'll come home.  And we're doing it together -- you and me -- because we're best friends.  BFFs!  Now we really do need to hurry.  We have to leave in about 10 minutes."

Caroline's pep talk settled me down a bit.  As I finished doing my make-up I thought about what happened last night in the bedroom -- and how I hoped it would happen again.

"Come on, girls!" Aunt Jenny shouted up the stairs.  "Time to go."

When Caroline and I came down the stairs, the twins and the moms told us we both looked gorgeous.  That made me feel good.  Mother insisted on taking photos before we piled into Aunt Jenny's car and in 20 minutes we were at the Hilton.  On the drive over, I kept thinking about how Caroline had "shown her appreciation" last night in my bed.  But I was also thinking about Mark and how it was sort of exciting to be seeing him again. All of these feelings were swirling around in my head. It sort of made me feel dizzy.

Aunt Jenny dropped us at the Hilton and we went in.  Mark, Robert and Robert's parents were already in the restaurant.  Caroline introduced me to Robert's parents and Mark gave me a little hug and kiss.  I'm sure my face turned bright red when he did that.  We sat down and started looking at the menu.  Everybody ordered Bloody Mary's, so I ordered one too.  I guess they don't ask for ID at fancy restaurants like this.

I was feeling pretty nervous but I started to relax a bit after a few sips of my Bloody Mary.  As we were all chatting, I felt Mark's hand on my thigh under the table.  I didn't know what to do.  I sort of wanted to pull away but I thought that might be rude or make him suspicious. So I just let him keep feeling my soft, stockinged leg under the table.

As we chatted, Robert's father said, "Well, girls, has Mark told you the big news?  Mark is going to work at my law firm this summer.  So he'll be living with us right here starting in June."

I was speechless, but Caroline jumped in.  "Really!?!  That's terrific news!  Isn't it Tiffany?"  I nodded and managed a feeble "yes."

Caroline continued, "This will be great.  Then the four of us can go out together all the time -- all summer long!"  Mark gave me a big smile.  

I could see that Caroline was thinking about something and then she spoke up again.  "Well we have big news too!  Tiffany is going to work at my mom's shop this summer and she'll be staying at my house all summer."  None of this was true -- or at least it was all news to me.  But I certainly couldn't start arguing with her right then and there.

I managed to get through brunch.  After two Bloody Mary's I was feeling a little tipsy.  Conversation was pleasant and Robert's hands rarely moved off my thigh for the entire meal.  Robert's mother at one point told me that I was "very beautiful" and that was going to phone Mark's mother as soon as she got home to tell her what a "pretty and delightful" girl Mark was seeing.  When she said that I felt Caroline's hand on my other leg, giving my thigh a little squeeze.  "Oh God!" I thought at that moment.  "I have Caroline's hand on my left thigh and Robert's hand on my right.  What if their hands touch!"  I reflexively spread my knees apart to keep their hands from touching -- but then I realized that Mark might interpret this as some kind of invitation, so I quickly snapped my legs together again.  Anyway, Caroline moved her hand before there was any sort of contact between the two of them.

"Why don't you kids go for a walk around the area while we finish our coffees and pay the bill," Robert's mother suggested.  The four of us went outside and walked around the downtown.  Mark took my hand as we walked along looking at the various store windows that we passed.  Caroline and Robert walked right behind us.  I felt very self conscious knowing that Caroline was seeing me holding hands with a boy. It felt strange but also sort of nice to walk hand-in-hand with this big handsome young man.

We turned down a little brick path that ran between two buildings.  Mark suggested that we sit on one of the benches. We sat down and Mark put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him.  Caroline and Robert sat on a bench directly across from us.  Then Caroline and Robert started making out.  I looked up at Mark and knew that that is what he wanted to do too.  And so we did.  Mark wrapped both arms around me and we started really going at it.  I put my arms around him too.  At one point I found myself sitting on his lap as he aggressively french kissed me.  His hands started playing with my little fake boobs.  I made him stop because I was afraid that one of my falsies might fall out!

"I guess we should head back to the hotel," I heard Caroline say.  I pulled myself away from Mark and saw that Caroline and Robert were already on their feet watching our little make-out show.

By the time we got back to the hotel Aunt Jenny was already there to pick us up.  We thanked Robert's parents and said our good-byes to Robert and Mark -- demurely this time as we had an audience.

Caroline was very animated on the drive back home, telling her mother every detail of the brunch (except the making out part).  I barely said two words as the experience of the last couple of hours -- and last night -- had left me confused and exhausted.

Where would all this end?  What would the summer hold?  How will Tiffany keep his secret safe from his new "boyfriend"?  And what about Caroline and Tiffany's new intimacy?  

There is much more of the story to be told. Please let me know if you would like me to write more chapters.