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What's New Honey?
by Rachelle Harris (rachelle_hrrs@yahoo.com)

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A mother discovers her son dressing up in her clothes. 
(Fm, inc, cd)

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I really had been expecting to be shopping most of the 
morning, but I got to the mall and miracle of miracles, 
not only did I find a place to park close in, the mall 
wasn't at all as crowded as I had expected. I got in 
and picked up the few things I needed, and headed home. 
One of the things I had to get was a couple of new 
bras. It just seemed that the elastic in the ones I had 
were wearing out. I sort of calked it up to their being 
more cheaply made, every thing was any more it seemed, 
being made in China or wherever. 

I pulled into the drive and I didn't open the garage, 
since I was going to have to pick up my daughter 
Christy from cheerleader practice later that afternoon, 
so there wasn't much point in putting the car away. I 
grabbed the shopping bags from the back seat and went 
into the house going in the kitchen door. The house was 
quiet and I thought that I was alone, Christy being at 
practice and our twelve year old boy had told me he was 
going to a friend's house. 

I breezed through the kitchen and up the stairs and as 
I got to my bedroom, I stopped. The door was shut. I 
never shut the door if I'm not in my room and I though 
that this was very odd. I set down my packages and 
slowly opened the door, not really knowing what to 
expect. What I found, was my son, dressed in my 
clothes, skirt, blouse, heels, sitting at my dressing 
table, applying lipstick to his lips. 

He saw me immediately in the mirror and jumped up, 
knocking over the dressing table bench. He was 
stammering and was a beet, beet red with embarrassment. 
Lord knows I was at a loss for words, but I had to say 
something. For want of anything better to say, I told 
him to pick the bench and sit down. I went out into the 
hallway and retrieved my shopping bags. I put them on 
the bed and then sat down on the edge of the bed facing 
my son.

"How long have you been doing this Bobby? I asked.

"Um, well... for awhile." He mumbled.

"You like wearing women's clothes?" and felt 
immediately stupid for such a dumb question. Not 
waiting for an answer, I said, "Stand up and let me see 
you."

He stood, awkward and a little unsteady in the heels, 
but, I had to admit, he made a fairly cute girl. I had 
him turn and his legs I noticed were shaved and 
passably shapely in nylons, and he had a nice little 
butt. 

"Lift your skirt," I said in a tone more stern than I'd 
spoken to him before.

"But Mom..."

"You lift up that skirt, or I'll do it for you."

Hesitantly, but by the tone of my voice knowing that he 
had no choice, he reached down and pulled up the hem of 
his skirt, stopping about mid thigh.

"All the way." I said. And he continued, exposing 
panties and garter belt. He had good taste in lingerie, 
he'd chosen a pair of sheer black bikini's and matching 
lace garter belt and lace topped black stockings, all 
mostly new and expensive. It was the kind of "hither 
come fuck me" ensemble that I wore when I knew I was 
going to be having fun. 

I noticed then that my little boy had an erection. His 
cock, not very large, was stiff and straining the sheer 
black nylon panties. I reached over and pulled the 
panties down. Now he was standing there, panties about 
his ankles, his little hard cock exposed. I saw that 
not only had he shaved his legs, but he'd shaved his 
genitals too. 

Looking at him, scared, exposed, humiliated, I found my 
self breathing hard, my heart was beating fast and I 
could feel myself getting wet. The sight of his little 
boy naked dick, surrounded as it was by my perfumed 
lingerie was making me as hot and wet as I had ever 
been. "Oh my God! I want to fuck my son." I thought, 
"What kind of mother am I?"

"Come here and sit next to me." I said and patted the 
bed beside me. When he did, I made him keep his skirt 
hiked up so I could still see his little stiff cock.

"Mommy isn't mad about you wearing girls clothes, 
Sweetie, but Mommy is mad that you we wearing some of 
my best clothes. You've stretched out my bras and I had 
to buy new ones. Now, if you are going to dress as a 
girl, then you are going to have to dress as I tell you 
and in the clothes that I tell you, is that 
understood?" All the while I was saying this my hand, 
that had started out resting on his kneed and run up 
the inside of his thigh and I had half turned and now 
had his balls in my hand in a soft grip. He was 
breathing hard and his little cock was twitching and I 
could see the first drops of pre-cum. 

I told him to sit still and not move. I went to the 
bedside table and took a condom from the drawer. I 
opened the package and unrolled it over his dick and 
then cupping his balls in one hand and stoking him 
lightly with the other, he came quickly with a 
whimpering spasm and fell against me crying. A mother's 
tenderness rose up in me and I put my arm around his 
shoulders and with the other hand milked his cock of 
the last of his cum. As he sobbed, I asked softly, "Do 
you want to be Mommy's little girl?" He sniffled out a 
yes, head down and his face red with shame. 

"Well then," I said, "let's take these clothes off and 
put you into something more appropriate." I unbuttoned 
the blouse and slipped it off his thin shoulders, and 
unhook the black lace bra and slipped it off of him. I 
ran my hand across his chest and gave his nipple sharp 
little pinch and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. 
When I had him stripped, I told him to fold and put 
away my clothes and when he was done, to stand there 
and wait for me.

I went into Christy's room and took a pair of cotton 
panties from her drawer. It was an old pair with a 
little flower print, and searching through her bras, 
found her old training bra, now outgrown by two cup 
sizes. A pair of white knee socks, a pink tee and a 
little pleated skirt, finished the outfit I had in 
mind, The only thing I didn't have were the shoes. 

I went into Bobby's room and searched until I found his 
penny loafers. Those would have to do for the moment. I 
went back into my room and Bobby was standing there 
naked just as he'd bee told. I sat him down at my 
dressing table and with cream and tissues, cleaned of 
the way too heavy make up he'd slathered on. Once I had 
that off, I reapplied a little light foundation and 
some mascara, then finished with a faint pink lip 
gloss, explaining to him what and how I was doing this 
and telling him that he was forbidden to use any more 
make up that his unless I gave him permission, then I 
had him dress in the clothes I'd picked out and from my 
closet brought out a wig that I'd inherited form my 
sister. A little brushing out and it was prefect. 

I stuffed his little bra with a couple of pantyhose and 
stepped back to admire my handiwork. He looked pretty 
much like any preteen girls just beginning to bud out. 
"Come on," I said, "we have some shopping to do." There 
was panic in his eyes, but I grabbed his hand and 
pulled him out the door, snatching up my purse as we 
went. Then it was down the stairs, out the door and 
into the car.

I backed out of the drive and headed back toward the 
mall. Bobby was slouching down, but I told him to sit 
up straight. I knew he was scared of being seen and 
would be mortified if anyone he knew saw him. And 
knowing this, knowing that I had complete power over 
him, was turning me on. He would do anything now, and a 
lot of possibilities entered my head all of which made 
my cunt tingle.

When we got to the mall, I wasn't so lucky as the first 
time and had to park a distance from the entrance. 
Bobby was being reluctant, not wanting to go into the 
mall where he knew he'd likely run into friends from 
school hanging out. I wasn't in the mood since we had 
only a little time before I had to pick up Christy, so 
lifted up the back of his little skirt and gave him a 
hard swat on the bottom. 

"You listen to me! You straighten up and be a good girl 
or I swear, Mommy is going to pull down your panties 
right here and now and give you a spanking that you'll 
not soon forget." I said it loud enough that that it 
was over heard by a man a row of cars over and when I 
glanced over he was smiling at me. 

Bobby was aware of that too and realized that I was 
serious and that having his bottom tanned in public 
would be far worse than what ever might befall him in 
the mall. We walked on and entered the mall, I had to 
tell him several times to straighten up and not slouch 
and lift up his head. The first shop we hit was the 
shoe store. 

I told the clerk that I needed to get my "niece" a few 
pairs of shoes and we spent some time on picking out a 
pair of flats and a pair of Mary Janes and a pair of 
heels with a demure one inch heel which she and I 
agreed was the best for a young girl to start out in. 

Then, we went into a department store and we picked out 
a selection of panties and bra's, some sox; anklets, 
knee highs and a couple pair of tights, stockings and a 
garter belt and a couple of nighties. The clerk was 
very nice and she helped fit Bobby's new bras, 
reassuring my Niece" that she would be filling out in 
no time. Then we wandered over to the Junior Miss 
department to picked out a couple of outfits. 

After having Bobby try on and model several, I decided 
on a simple school girl kind of outfit with pleated 
skirt, white blouse and blazer, a more casual skirt and 
blouse, a dress with A-line skirt. We stopped at the 
make up counter and I had the girl there give Bobby a 
make over and she was so happy to introduce this young 
girl to the joys of make up. We bought a few things, 
foundation and mascara, and eye shadow and liner and a 
lipstick. The last thing we bought for "her" was a 
purse.

Loaded with our purchases, we headed for the parking 
lot. With luck the traffic would be with us and I'd be 
on time to pick up Christy. As we were almost to the 
mall doors, I ran into a neighbor who lives a few doors 
down. 

"Elise!" she called.

"Mary. Hi. How are you?"

"Oh, good you know. Who is this?"

This is my niece, Sharon," I extemporized, "My brothers 
eldest who is going to be staying with us for a while. 
Sharon say hello to Mrs. Walker." 

Bobby managed to get out a "Nice to meet you." 

"She's very shy." I said.

"Well Honey, that's OK. You'll have to come down and 
visit me and we'll just have a girls afternoon of it 
and get to know each other." Mary said to Bobby and 
then look at me said, "Sweet little thing."

I made my excuses that I had to run and pick up 
Christy, promising that we girls would all get together 
for and afternoon. As we were going out the doors a 
group of middle school boys were coming in, some I 
recognized as friends of Bobby's. They gave him a look 
but didn't recognize him and we heard some "Hey 
Baby..." kind of noises from them. I'd turned my son 
into a little hottie.

We got to the car and Bobby began to panic.

"Mom, I can't let Christy see me!" he cried.

"Why not Sweetie?"

"Cuz, well, she..."

"She'll think you're a little sissy right?"

"Yes!"

"Well, Honey, you are a little sissy. You are Mommy's 
little sissy girl. And you do want to be Mommy's little 
girl, don't you?" I asked.

"Oh yes Mommy, I do." He piped up.

"I like it when you call me Mommy. I think you are 
going to turn out to be a sweet little girl. Yes, your 
sister is likely going to tease you, but I think that 
she'll see having a little sissy sister around will 
have its benefits for her too."

"What... what do you mean Mom?"

"You know what we did on the bed? How Mommy made her 
little girl cum? Didn't that feel good?"

"Yes Mommy." he replied, blushing slightly, sight of 
which caused a rush of lust in me.

"You'd like Mommy to make you feel good again, yes?"

"Yes Mommy; please."

"Such a polite little girl, Mommy likes that. Well, 
just as Mommy makes her little girl feel good, Mommy 
makes your sister feel good too. And your sister makes 
Mommy feel good. Wouldn't you like to make your Mommy 
feel good?"

"Yes Mommy."

"Of course you do, and Mommy is going to show you how. 
And you and your sister and Mommy can all have great 
fun together. Won't that be nice?"

"Yes, Mommy. But Mommy..."

"Yes Honey?"

"What about Daddy?"

"Well, I can't say he's going to be pleased to lose a 
son, but I don't think that he will be too disappointed 
when he realizes that he's gained another daughter."

"What do you mean, Mommy?"

"I'll let your sister explain that one to you." I said 
with a laugh.

We got to the high school and as I pulled into the 
parking lot by the gym to pick up Christy, I glanced at 
the clock. Damn! I was almost fifteen minutes late and 
I just wasn't in the mood for a teenage girl snit over 
"being abandoned again..." well, I did have a 
diversion.

I pulled up to the curb and there was Christy in her 
little cheer girl outfit. She looked so cute and I had 
to force the though of our most recent afternoon 
together out of my mind. "God' I thought, "My daughter 
is having sex with both her parents, my son is 
submissive transvestite... this family sure isn't going 
to make the cover of Good Housekeeping."

Christy got into the car and it was all attitude with 
"Thanks Mom for being on time." And She turn around and 
saw Bobbie in the back seat, "Who's thi.. OH MY GOD!" 
Whirlling around, "Mother, what the fuck is this?"

"Christy! Watch you language!"

"You don't mind my language when you're licking my 
clit." She replied petulantly.

"What ever! So what's with Bobbie dressed in drag?"

"Well," I said "Bobbie has decided that he's more 
comfortable being a girl than a boy."

"That is just so weird."

"It does take a bit of getting used to, but, doesn't he 
look cute? Just like a little doll. You used to love 
playing with dolls and now you can play with a Bobbie. 
It really will be fun to dress him up and of course we 
can make him do anything we want, because, well because 
he's a little sissy."

I could see a malicious little gleam developing in 
Christy's eye as the thought of having her brother 
completely under her thumb developed in her mind.

"But what about Dad?' she asked. "He's going to flip."

I turned and looked right at Christy, "I think that you 
Father will come around when he realizes that he has 
another daughter who'll be willing and wager to suck 
his cock." 

"Oh." She said meekly. "You know about me and Daddy?"

I Laughed. "Of course I do Honey. And Daddy knows about 
our little afternoons together too. We were talking 
just the other day about how nice it would be for 
someday the three of us to get together." I could see 
that Christy was at once shocked and intrigued with the 
threesome idea. I'd let her think about it for awhile 
and we'd talk about it later.

We finally made it home and I pulled into the drove. 
"Christy, take your sissy brother upstairs and have him 
put his new clothes away. You can look through your old 
stuff too and give him the things that don't fit you 
any more."

"Oh alright. C'mon you little queer." Christy whined. 
She got out of the car and opened the rear door and 
grab her brothers had and pulled him out of his seat. 
"Oh Jesus! Mother!" she yelled.

"What is it? And what did I tell you about your 
language?" I said with not a little exasperation in my 
voice.

"Well look!" she said, pointing to Bobbie. She had 
lifted up Bobbies skirt so I could see that Bobbie 
little cock was hard again. 

"Oh dear." I said. Seeing that something had to be 
done, I went over and snatched Bobbies panties down to 
his ankles. Grabbing him by his arm, I spun him around 
and proceeded to spank his bare bottom. A half dozen 
hard slaps were sufficient to bring him to tears and 
his little prick shriveled.

"Bobbie", I said to him sternly, "You are only to get 
hard when you are told you can. I can't stand you being 
a naughty little girl and if you disobey me again I'll 
put you over my knee and paddle you with my hair brush 
next time. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mommy," he sobbed.

I turned to Christy, who was smiling, haven taken 
obvious delight in seeing her brother punished. "Take 
you brother upstairs and you two get ready for dinner."

As they started to go I called, "And Christy..." She 
stopped, and turned, looking at me with the look that 
only a teenage girl can give her mother. I gave her a 
knowing smile and wink, "Make sure that your brother 
behaves, won't you?"

With that she gave me a smile and then turned and 
pulling her brother after her, they headed upstairs.

I went into the kitchen then and began to get dinner 
together and it wasn't long before I heard the front 
door open and in walked my husband. Walking over to 
where I was standing at the counter, he cupped my butt 
with one of his hands and giving me a kiss on the 
cheek, he asked, "So Baby, what's new?"

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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