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My Son In My Clothes Ch. 01

By: LeggyVicky



I'll never forget the day it started, the day we caught him. My husband Nick and I had gone out with friends for our anniversary. We intended staying the night at a hotel, but my husband was on pills so he couldn't drink, and we decided to drive home. 

I pushed open the bedroom door and the giggling and smiles changed to gasps and shocked looks. Staring back at us was our teenage son, Kevin. The 18 year old boy I had brought into this world was shaking, and the tears had already caused his mascara to run. His blonde shoulder length hair was held back by my black nylon scarf, the one I bought just yesterday. My eyes dropped to what he was wearing, my favourite black dress with the low neckline, and my black bra that looked quite ridiculous popping out of the dress. I looked at where the breasts should be! Kevin had padded them out with something. He had black tights on his legs, and he had forced his feet into my size 6 red court shoes. What was even worse was my lovely dress had a bloody tent in the front!

"You little queer!" my husband yelled.

Kevin just stood there terrified as his father started towards him. I grabbed Nick and hauled him back with all my might. I forced my body between my angry husband and my frightened son.

"Nick, go downstairs and stay there," I said, trying to stop him doing something he would regret.

The rage never left Nick's face, as I forced my body against his. His pushing started to relax until he just stood there.

"Why, why is he doing that, why is he wearing your clothes?"

I saw the pleading look in his face now, he just didn't understand. I didn't either, but I thought it would be best for me to deal with this. Finally Nick relaxed back and he slowly moved backwards, but I kept between them until he was at the bedroom door.

"I don't, understand why he is wearing your clothes?" he asked again.

"Nick, just go downstairs. Please, let me sort this out."

He turned away at the door and half turned back. I grabbed his arm and made sure he didn't look at Kevin again.

"No darling, just go downstairs," I said in a soft voice.

I shut the door and turned my attention to Kevin. I took a deep breath and started to walk across the bedroom. I stopped halfway and picked up my pearl necklace that Kevin had dropped when we came in.

"Were you going to put this on?" 

I looked at the necklace, and then chuckled at my own stupidity for asking the question. 

"Mum, I should, get undressed," Kevin mumbled.

"Oh, do you want me to leave my own bedroom while you turn back into a...boy?" I hissed.

I looked at the dressing table, my dressing table! All my creams and makeup, bundles of cotton wool balls, and my jewellery box all spread everywhere. 

"Oh my god, Kevin, look at the bloody mess," I said distantly.

I heard him sniff back a tear. I looked up at the makeup smudged across his face. 

"What's dad going to do?" he whimpered.

"How the hell should I know? This is our anniversary, 20 years we have been married, and we had such a nice time tonight, and look what we come home to?" I said, throwing my arms up in the air.

"Mum, I'm sorry, I can't help it," he mumbled.

"Don't tell me that. Go and look in the mirror, look at what your father saw, go on!" I snapped.

He moved slowly to the full length mirror.

"Why do you look so upset? I bet you've pranced around in front of it before. God, you had a fucking hard on!"

He turned back from the mirror with tears rolling down his cheeks, and a shocked look on his face. 

"Yes, I've never used the F word in front of you have I? A few shits and damns, but I've never said fuck before now, that is how shocked I am....bloody hell."

"Please mum, let me get changed," he whimpered with big frightened eyes.

"Claire?"

I looked at the closed bedroom door. I shut my eyes in exasperation.

"Nick, go back downstairs, let me deal with this, please?" 

I heard my husband trudge away from the door.

"You have really kicked your father in the balls, with, this," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry," Kevin said again.

I walked back to my dressing table. My eyes just scanned over everything.

"God, it looks like a bloody schoolgirl's dressing table. Oh Kevin, that was my favourite bloody lipstick, you've snapped it," I cursed, as I picked it up and threw it in the bin.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. 

"Right, sit down," I said, pointing at the stool.

Kevin watched me squirt some makeup remover on a cotton wool ball.

"Mum, you can't be serious, Jesus, no," he half shrieked. 

"Oh believe me I am bloody serious. Now sit down," I hissed.

I stood over his trembling body, just staring at his face in the mirror.

"Humiliating, isn't it?" I asked, staring into his eyes in the reflection.

He lowered his head, and nodded a little.

"Tip your head back," I said.

I stepped round him and looked down, just before I got to his face with the cotton wool ball I noticed something that made me stop. 

"My god, do you shave your legs?" I asked in disbelief, as I peered through the black nylon.

Again he gave a little faint nod. I closed my eyes, wondering what the hell else he shaved, his chest looked smooth and even his arms didn't have much hair! I took another deep breath, and then I started dabbing the cotton wool ball on his face.

"Jesus, you've plastered it on. My favourite bloody lipstick, I can't believe you used it. Sit bloody still!" I snapped, "And stop whimpering, sissy."

"Don't say that word," he mumbled.

I threw the cotton ball at the bin, it missed.

"What word?" I asked, as I gave the next cotton ball a bigger dollop of makeup remover.

I rubbed away and thought about what he said.

"Oh, what would you prefer? Leanne? Come on tell me, what do you call yourself when you are all dolled up like a bloody clown?"

I rubbed the cotton ball harder on his skin, gritting my teeth. His hand gripped mine. I must have been hurting him. That was when I noticed how well manicured his nails looked. I grabbed his hands, twisting them to watch the light on his nails.

"You are wearing nail varnish!" I said a little shocked.

"It is clear varnish," he said, pulling his hands away.

"Well you must have bought that, because I only wear colours. God, you actually went and bought some, in a bloody shop!"

The thought of my son going into a shop and buying nail varnish seemed to throw me completely. I shook my head trying to let go of that thought. I carried on cleaning his face, and then I felt my headscarf that my son was wearing tickle my chest. I always left them tied down a little. I loved the feeling of the nylon ticking my bare neck, did he? Suddenly I was thinking of why Kevin would want to dress as a girl. I tried to get it out of my head but it just wouldn't go. I became angry with myself now. I didn't want to think why he would like it, but I was. What made him want to feel feminine things close to his body? Was it that big a thrill that it was worth the risk of getting caught!

"Cross your legs over," I mumbled.

He didn't move.

"Go on, cross your legs," I said more firmly.

"What. Mum, what for?"

I nudged his head with my finger and stared at him in the mirror. I watched him pull his left leg over his right. He even straightened his hem!

"Stay like that, like a woman," I snapped.

He lowered his head again.

"Head up, come on. You want to be all feminine, now is your chance, sissy Leanne," I mocked.

I worked on his face for the next few minutes, until all trace of makeup had been removed. I pulled the scarf from his hair and started brushing it out. No wonder he liked to keep his hair long. He sat there with one hand over the other in his lap. I smirked a little at that. As I brushed his hair I could feel little goose bumps on his neck. So there he was bloody enjoying this now! It wasn't going to last long though, god knows what speech his father had lined up for him when he went downstairs.

I tried to shake the smile from my head, as I thought of Nick pacing up and down, trying to think of something to say. Nick is in the navy, he was used to being around men. He would be off soon for a three month stint. But first he had to deal with his son wearing my clothes! Nick wanted Kevin to be all macho, and finding Kevin dressed as a girl would hurt my husband, beyond belief!

I was feeling for them both now. 

"Oh darling, why are you doing this?" I asked, looking down at the top of his head.

I sniffed back a tear, I felt for my son, like any mother would. I would defend him no matter what. I had brought him into the world, had I failed him?

"I love you baby," I said, as my lips kissed his neck.

I straightened up quickly. I had caught a faint whiff of perfume, my expensive perfume, on my son's neck! I was trying to find ways to defend him, but things just kept on slapping me across the face. Why my perfume? Why not some cheap brand that went with his plastered on makeup!

"What is dad going to do?"

I rubbed his shoulder, feeling my bra strap underneath the dress that my son was wearing! Yes, another fucking slap on my face. Even so I wanted to tell Kevin things would be okay, but, I just couldn't. He needed to be punished. I thought I was doing just that. But now instead of protesting he was sat there, with his bloody legs crossed, swinging his foot in my high heels!

"Stand up!" I snapped.

He was stood in front of me now, and his face had dropped. It was like we had just come back to the real world. Had I been too easy on him? Did he actually get to like the idea of his mum helping him? Was that it, was I helping him with his fantasy in someway?! 

"Stay like that, and don't take any thing off," I hissed.

"Don't get dad, please don't," he whimpered.

"I'm not getting him. I think he is a little too upset to see you like this again. I just need a, a time out."

I rushed to the bathroom and stood staring at the face in the mirror. I took several deep breaths, and straightened myself up. I said a little prayer that when I faced Nick in the next minute I could keep him calm, and not have him racing up the stairs.

"What is he doing up there? Get him down here," Nick snapped.

"No," I said firmly, "I'm dealing with this, get me a glass of gin, please?"

I threw it down my neck, and coughed and choked a little. I then pressed the empty glass back at my husband's chest.

"Christ Claire, you can't want another?" he asked a little shocked.

"Yes, I fucking do!" I hissed.

I took the second drink a little slower. Nick was just watching me, just waiting for me to say something. Finally he spoke.

"You've been up there half an hour, why isn't he down here yet?"

I looked at my watch. I couldn't believe I had been up there all that time.

"Get him down here. I want a few words with him. Hiding in his bedroom is he?"

I grabbed Nick's arm as he went to the living room door.

"No, he has still got my dress on," I snapped.

Nick stopped and looked at me like I had just shit on the carpet.

"I am sorting this out, just leave it to me," I whispered so Kevin wouldn't hear.

"Oh and just how are you doing that, by making him wear your clothes? He is probably up there now pulling...."

"Keep your voice down. He is shitting himself already," I whispered again. 

"Well so he should be. You should have kept a closer eye on him. You let him turn into a faggot!"

I grabbed his arm again and wrenched him back to look me in eye.

"If you go up those stairs I'll never forgive you. I have to, to bring him up on my own, while you are on the other side of the world 8 months every year. I'm dealing with this. Now, go out for a drive or something."

He stared hard into my eyes. He took a deep breath and grabbed his jacket off the chair.

"Nick, I love you. Just let me sort this out, please?"

"I'll be back in an hour. I'll have words with him then," he snarled.

I jumped as the front door slammed shut. I took a deep breath and finished the last of my gin. I waited for a few moments by the front door, until I heard Nick pull away in the car. I looked up the stairs and wiped my hands over my skirt. 

As I pushed the bedroom door open slowly, I saw Kevin's anxious face staring at me. He was sat on my bed looking so bloody scared.

"He is going to kill me, isn't he?" he mumbled.

"No baby, but don't expect him to understand."

"Mum, do you understand?"

I shook my head.

"Those shoes must be pinching you. Nick liked me in those shoes. Well, he probably won't let me wear them now. Stand up."

"Mum, can't I just get out of these clothes and go to bed?"

I stiffened, raising myself up.

"No, this is your punishment. I'm undressing you."

His eyes opened wide, and I got another strange look, from my son this time.

"God mum, you can't undress me," he whimpered.

"Why not, I've seen you naked before," I said moving forward.

"Not since I was little though. Mum, please don't do this," he said shaking his head.

I moved behind him and pulled the zip down on the dress. I watched the back of my bra come into view. I pulled the straps off his shoulders and tugged my dress down to his hips.

"Stop, please mum stop. This is so bloody humiliating."

I walked round in front of him and stared him in the eyes. I grabbed the dress and yanked it hard. It fell to his ankles. He whimpered and groaned a little. Kevin stood there with his eyes shut and his body shaking. I looked down and saw a slight bulge between his legs. 

"My God, are you bloody well enjoying this?" I snapped.

He shook his head, but he couldn't look me in the eye.

"Oh, well what is that then? Why are you a little hard?"

His bottom lip trembled a little. I waited with my hands on my hips. Slowly his head lifted up until we were looking at each other. I kept my harsh expression, while Kevin looked so ashamed of himself.

"Maybe we ought to do this in front of your father then? See if you get a hard on then, well, what do think?" I snarled.

He shook his head, but still that lump was there.

"No, maybe you are right, that would probably turn you on too! Would you get all excited stripping of in front of a man?" I hissed.

I batted his hand away from his cock.

"I want to push it down," he croaked.

"Oh no you don't, you leave it there. I've seen a hard on before, I'm not embarrassed."

"Well I bloody am," Kevin snapped.

"Oh, then why are you still hard then?" 

He looked to the floor again, until I lifted his head up by his chin. I raised my eyebrows demanding an answer to my question. He shook his head again.

"We will stay here all night like this until you tell me. I don't mind if you want to explain it to your father as well."

"It is because of what you said," he finally snapped, "about me stripping in front of a man."

He was looking deep into my eyes now. He had changed from the frightened 18 year old. It was like his admission had given him strength and confidence. Again I planted my hands firmly on my hips. 

"Oh, so you want to strip for a man do you? Well maybe we should call some of you friends, we could get them round and you could do a strip tease in front of them. You haven't got the faintest idea what it's like being a woman. Wondering if the guy likes what he sees, or feeling his hand going up your skirt. Is that what you would like?"

My anger was building by the second as I stared at him. I was on a roll now and I just couldn't stop myself.

"So, that is what you like is it? You know it might sound good in the porn magazines you have hidden on your wardrobe, but believe me it isn't such a turn on for a woman all the fucking time!"

"Oh, then what about you and that Greek boss of yours, I've seen you mum, I've seen you in the car when he drops you off. He gropes up your skirt and you jerk him off, or worse. So what parts don't you like, giving him a blowjob or letting him shoot on your tits?"

My hand stung a little from the slap I gave Kevin. I don't know if that hurt me more or what he had said. I slumped down on the bed and put my head in my hands. I couldn't believe Kevin had seen me do it. It was just too frightening to think about. 

"Mum, I'm not judging you." he said in a softer tone, "with dad being away you must get lonely, and I know about his bit on the side. I won't tell him, I haven't said anything, and I won't."

My head was full of Kevin watching me, and what Nick would do if he found out. But I never knew Kevin knew about my husband's little tart! Suddenly the tables had been turned, and I was feeling the guilt and humiliation that was suppose to be on my son's shoulders.

"Mum, I can't help what I like. When I see you in the car with him behind the hedge, I, I cant help wondering what it would be like to be you."

I knew I should shut him up, but I just didn't have guts to tell him off now.

"You asked me what I called myself earlier. I call myself Claire. I call myself your name."

"Oh, is that right, well, do you feel like I do now? Do you want to feel like I do when that bastard is pawing me? Kevin I do it for the money, I'm useless at keeping money back, I get to the end of the month and I'm in debt. Your dad would go mad, he always used to, and, okay I get lonely, but I think I could do better than my boss."

"Then why don't you? I mean, is dad going to leave?"

"I don't know, I'm trying my best to keep him, but it is hard work fighting against some girl 10 years younger than me. I don't want a relationship with anyone else, I love your dad, as strange as that may seem now, but I do. I think he is just going through some midlife crisis, we have been through shit before, and I know he loves me deep down," I whimpered.

"And I love you and dad, but I can't help feeling like I do. When I see you doing things with your boss, it just gets me horny, just think about some guy doing that to me."

I looked in his eyes and wanted to strangle him, or rather to shake some sense into him. 

"Is that what you really want, to be groped and kissed by some bloke that you don't even fancy?"

"Mum, what are you doing!" he shrieked.

"Just giving you what you want," I hissed.

My hand was jerking his cock through my tights and panties. He was panting and gasping, and getting harder!

"Come on then you little slut. Come on and fill your knickers for me!" I snarled.

My hand was going faster and faster. Kevin was stood there trying to resist, but he just gave up. 

"Maybe we should tart you up and you could work in the café with me. Would you like that? Would you get excited when he walks by and pinches your ass?"

"Mum, I can't, I mean...I'm going to...."

"How about you stay behind with me? I'm sure he wouldn't mind you practicing on his dick, or shooting over your chest," I growled.

My hand kept going as I felt Kevin shoot into my underwear. His spunk soaked through the tights and panties that my son was wearing!

I let go and took a few steps back, my ass bumped into the dressing table. I started going down on my knees and my head went into my hands.

"I'm sorry, Kevin, I'm sorry," I cried.

I could hear him panting still. The shame I felt now was even worse than knowing I had gone with my fat Greek boss. At least Kevin didn't know that he had fucked me. 

"Go to bed honey," I mumbled.

"Mum, I love you, and whatever happens between you and dad, well, it'll be you I want to live with."

I heard him go past me as I still knelt on the floor hiding my face. 

"Kevin, I love you, and so does your dad."

Eventually I made myself get up. Nick would be home soon, and I had to try and get myself together before then. I forced myself to stop crying, the only thing I could think of to get me through this, was the tart my husband was having an on off affair with. He nearly left Kevin and me for her. I didn't know at the time, I found out when he was at sea. My sister had told me a friend of hers let it slip. For 3 weeks I waited for Nick to come back from sea. By that time my tiny little mind had gone searching for revenge. I blew money, a lot of money. Then when Nick came home he confessed to me, before I had even started on him, he just blurted it all out. By that time I had opened my legs for my boss. I used him to replace the money I had spent, and now I was paying it off in instalments. I suppose I could have confessed to Nick, but I had Kevin to consider, and I didn't want Kevin growing up without his father, and I certainly didn't want to give Nick any excuse to go running back to her. Not only that, but my Greek boss was there and I just couldn't resist him. Okay he was fat and arrogant, but, I'm afraid I was the tart my son said he wanted to be! 


My Son In My Clothes Ch. 01



Several times I had been out with my sister and her friends, all of them were sluts, but I never once got off with any of the blokes who hit on me, not in all the years my husband spent in the navy. It was hard to resist sometimes when some cute young guy offers it on a plate, I'll admit that, but I never did. I just kept myself to my Greek boss, right or wrong that was how it was. 

So my son knew everything, I didn't know why he didn't confront me with it. But he obviously got off on it, and modelled himself on me. So where would this lead us to now, a slut mother, a son that liked to wear my clothes, and a husband that had mistress somewhere waiting in the wings?

The next day at breakfast Nick could hardily look at his son. I was ready to dive across the table to separate them if I needed to. Nick went back to the ship two days early. Of course I had a hunch where he was really going, and me being me I told him so. He didn't even try to deny it, and I spent the next 10 minutes, cleaning up the shattered vase from the carpet inside the front door.

After he had been back at sea for a month, I got back into my routine. I guess being alone while Nick was away for all those years had hardened me. The crying at night had stopped for the last week too. It was as if I had already made up my mind my marriage was over. So, like I say, I got back into the habit of being a one parent family. Kevin was my only concern once again, well for the next two months. We hadn't mentioned what had happened when we caught him in my clothes. Not until we sat watching telly one night, and there on our screen was Lily Savage. For those of you who don't know Lily Savage is a drag artist. So there he was going through his comedy routine, in wig, high heels, and a long flowing gown. I think both Kevin and I were cringing together. He seemed to be sinking deeper into the chair. 

"I know what you are thinking," he suddenly shrieked.

I sat there as he ran up to his bedroom and slammed the door. I sat there trying to think of a way out of this. Eventually I went up to his room. I tapped on the door and let myself in. 

"Is that what you think of me? Do you think I looked like that, like some clown?" he mumbled.

I shook my head.

"You do, I know you do. I can't help it, but I don't want to be laughed at, and you did," he snapped.

"Honey, I wasn't laughing at you I was giggling at the jokes. Okay you did look a little funny that night, but I honestly wasn't thinking of you when I was laughing."

He opened a drawer and pulled out a crumpled leaflet. I think my face drained of colour as I read it.

"My god, you have got to be kidding?" I mumbled.

"Don't worry, I haven't decided yet. Besides, I can't afford them anyway," he said with a sad look on his face.

"No way are you growing bloody tits!" I yelled, "That does it, first thing in the morning I'm taking you to the doctor. We'll get this ridiculous idea out of your head once and for all."

"You can't stop me if I want to, besides I got the leaflet from Doctor Adams."

The next day I waited outside the doctor's surgery before it even opened. The doctor got a right earful and a few choice words. He just sat there as calm as you like, the fucking prick!

I went home with his words echoing round my head. He reckoned Kevin was going through a phase, and he would grow out of it in a month or two. He said he never had any intention of providing Kevin with hormone pills, but if Kevin wanted he could get them some other way. But at least this way the doctor could monitor Kevin and try and help him over what he was sure was just some fad.

I suppose what he said made sense. Maybe I just wasn't thinking straight, still it wouldn't hurt for me to try and put Kevin off, would it?

Kevin wouldn't even speak to me for the next few days. He spent his time at home up in his room, so dear old mummy put her plan into action. 

"Kevin, what are you doing today?" I said at breakfast.

"The cup final is at 3," he mumbled.

"Girls don't like football," I said with a chuckle.

He looked at me for a moment, and I could see the suspicion in his eyes.

"Some girls do," he mumbled.

"Well, okay, but I know it is your favourite team playing."

"Yeah, we should win. It is our first final for 5 years. It really is quite exciting."

I could see the enthusiasm in his face, he loved football and he had often gone to watch his team with his dad when he was home. It was probably the only thing that they shared together.

"So why don't we watch telly this afternoon, you say it starts at 3?"

"Yeah, do you really want to watch it?" he said with a big grin.

I ignored his question. 

"Look, about this wearing girl's clothes thing, well, maybe when your dad is away it isn't so bad. I mean if I supervise it."

He looked a little shocked, his mouth opened several times but words just didn't come out.

"Look, why don't we go up to my room and find you something to wear? I always wanted a daughter. I guess when your dad is away it is okay, well, what do you think?"

I could see in his face he thought all his Christmases had come at once, his team in the cup final and his mum offering to dress him up!

"But, why, I mean why are you doing this now?" he asked.

"Darling, I don't want you getting those pills. But I recognise you have a need, I'm willing to meet you somewhere in the middle, so what do you reckon?"

Even now I knew I had him. He couldn't even wait for the worm to start wriggling on the hook.

"Mum, I haven't decided on the pills anyway, and maybe I won't. I mean, I know how much it would hurt you, and believe me I have considered that. But like I said I haven't decided yet."

I nodded and smiled.

"Right, go and run a bath and use some of my bubble bath, in the pink bottle."

I watched him trying not to race upstairs. I had a cigarette and waited until I heard the bath water running down the drain.



My Son In My Clothes Ch. 02



"Right, here goes," I mumbled to myself.

We stood face to face on the landing.

"You've nicked your leg," I said.

He looked down at the little trickle of blood. He went back into the bathroom wrapped in one of my fluffy pink towels.

"Well, I guess you need to find some underwear. Go ahead, and put something on, I don't want to see your, thing. I'm just going to put the car away and lock the front door."

I gave him 15 minutes to find something to wear. 

I stood looking at Kevin, and slowly my face dropped. I shook my head a little, and then looked up to his face. He looked a little apprehensive, and his grin seemed almost apologetic. I looked back down to his chest, and saw my pale blue bra. I gulped a little at the matching blue panties, and the tan coloured tights he was wearing.

"Kevin, where did you get those from?" I asked faintly.

"From, the chair, over there," he replied quietly, as he pointed in the corner.

"Oh, yes, what I mean is, well, I wore that to work yesterday, they are dirt, dirty," I stammered.

"Well, you did say I could choose?" he said softly.

I nodded and coughed clearing my throat.

"Yes, but, I thought, no I meant something clean, from my underwear drawer."

I moved forward and went to the dressing table just to get away from his eyes. Now, somehow, this didn't seem a very good idea. But I was going to persevere.

"Okay, what dress do you want to wear?" I said, pulling open my wardrobe doors.

There was a silence that felt incredibly awkward. I waited with my back to him. Eventually I turned round. He stood with my white blouse and short black skirt in his hands. I gulped again, and so did he.

"Mum, can I?"

"Darling, I wore to work, I've got a clean blouse and skirt if you want to be a.....waitress?" I said, finally digging the last word through my mind.

"I want to wear this mum, please?"

I turned back and closed my wardrobe.

"Fine, put them on," I said, managing not to choke on my faint words.

Well this was a lot bloody harder than I thought it was going to be. I mean with all the clothes in my wardrobe, sexy, pretty clothes, why did he want to wear the uniform that I had sweated in for 5 hours? I took a deep breath just before I turned round. There he was wriggling into my skirt! Right, time to compose myself. I had told myself earlier that if this was going to work then I would let him have freedom to choose. Besides I was going to make this day unforgettable for him, in a way that I thought would stop all this.

"Wait, something is missing," I said.

I emerged from the bottom of my wardrobe with two tennis balls. Kevin's face looked a little shocked as I walked towards him. I pushed them into the cups of my bra that my son was wearing!

"Not as big as mine, but they will do," I said smiling at him.

He nodded and looked down. When he looked up he gave me a little embarrassed smile. He pulled on the blouse as I stood watching. 

"Tuck the blouse into the skirt, like I do," I instructed.

When he had finished I moved forward and opened a button on his, sorry, my blouse. 

"It is good for the customers. They tip better if you show a little cleavage and a lot of leg."

His face was a little red now. I guess my plan was starting to work. I stood back and looked him over slowly. Again this was part of my plan to humiliate him. Even so, he had quite a good figure for a boy pretending to be a girl. He was the same size as me, apart from the hips, and my god, he did have quite good legs.

"Now, shoes, well I don't think you'll fit into mine. I guess I'll have to phone my sister, she has slightly bigger feet than me. Well what do you think?"

I turned my back to close the wardrobe. I know I shouldn't laugh, but I had to force myself to stop. Still, my plan had worked, and he had rushed out of my room. Now perhaps this would stop. I took a deep breath and gave Kevin a moment to himself. I went to tap on his bedroom door to explain that it was okay, and he shouldn't feel ashamed. My hand dropped slowly and so did my expression. Kevin stood there in a pair of black court shoes with a 4 inch heel!

"I bought them the other day, what do you think?" he asked as he twirled round with a big grin on his face.

He walked past me and back to my bedroom before I had a chance to close my mouth, let alone come out with something. Okay, this wasn't going to plan straightaway, but soon he would be grovelling, and begging me to stop. I pointed to the stool in front of my dressing table. He had a little triumphant grin on his face. Okay, this was a battle of wills, and I was one determined woman when I wanted to be. I started to make his face up while he sat there with his bloody legs crossed. Still I wasn't going to be beaten, and he could have his little victory, for the few minutes it would take to do his makeup. 

"Do you pluck your eyebrows?" I asked, genuinely shocked at not noticing before how well shaped they were.

"No, I just shave them a little, getting rid of stray hairs, and keeping them under control around the edges."

Again he had that quite chuffed look on his face. Mummy hadn't noticed how clever he was, god if he was a real girl I don't think we would be friends for very long, conceited little bitch! I gave him just a light coating of light blue eye shadow, and then two nice coats of black mascara. No foundation, he didn't bloody need it! 

"I use cream most nights on my face," he said smugly.

I put the spot stick down after not finding a single spot. So that was why he spent nearly 20 minutes in the bathroom every bloody night!

I put a light brown colour on his lips and even they seemed to be too full to be true. I watched him grinning at himself in the mirror. He couldn't even hide the fact that he was enjoying this now. I must admit after a few minutes, I had done a good job on his face, and perhaps that was my downfall here. God you stupid bitch I thought to myself. 

"Thanks mum, I look really good," he said, with a little wrinkle of his nose.

I brushed his long blonde hair out, not a bloody split end anywhere! Right, let us see what you think of my next move then I said in my head. I reached over and hit the button on my heated rollers! His eyes shot to mine in the mirror, and then he had to turn round and look at me. 

"Mum, you can't be serious?" he asked, with a little shocked face.

I waved my hand in a dismissive gesture like it was no big deal.

"Just a few soft bouncing curls, just to make you look really pretty when you serve me lunch, sweetheart," I said sweetly.

"But, how will I get them out?" he said in a panic filled voice.

"Oh silly, I expect your hair will only look a little kinky for a few days."

"A, a few days, but, I'll be back at school," he mumbled.

"Well some of the girls might notice, but I doubt if the boys will. Just tell them you slept funny or something, I'm sure you'll think of something, won't you?"

I gave him a big confident grin that he couldn't quite return in the same manner.

"Now, while the rollers are heating up pick some earrings to wear," I said with another smile.

He rooted around in the box and finally he looked up, again a little worried.

"Mum, um, you don't have any clip on earrings," he mumbled.

It was then he saw the pin in my hand.

"God, mum no!"

"Oh don't be silly, your aunt and I did each others ears when we were teenagers. I'll get some ice from the freezer, it won't hurt that much."

His eyes were all over the place. 

"I can't, I just can't," he whimpered.

He ran off to his room again. Well it seems I didn't have to take this as far as I thought. That was until he sat down and put two large gold hoops on the dressing table. He picked one up and pushed the flat pad. The thin part of the hoop went up into the gold part, and when he let go it sprang out again. 

"See, this is how they work. You just pull that back and it springs forward trapping your ear."

"Yes, well I know that, okay, but first I want to do your hair. We'll give you a few loose bouncing curls. Here seeing as how you are such an expert, you can do your own nails. I'll be back in 10 minutes."

I went to the kitchen and had a cigarette. This wasn't going quite as I planned. Kevin didn't seem as embarrassed as I thought he would. In fact he was enjoying it a little too much for my liking. Surely he realised I was doing all these things to put him off? Still he had a stubborn streak like me, and maybe he was trying his best not to be beaten. Okay I could live with that, I still had a few aces up my sleeve. When I went back to the bedroom, he was holding up his fingers, letting the air dry the pink nail varnish. He smiled at me in the mirror. I grinned back but not too much. I put the rollers in his hair, and started to tidy up my makeup. 

"Oh, have you got some nail varnish remover? I'm totally out, I forgot to get some."

I could see his face drop a little, and then he shook his head.

"Never mind, you'll just have to go and buy some later," I said.

I didn't give him time to protest, I went into the bathroom with his stunned face still firmly in my mind. The rollers came out and I fluffed his hair up. I know I could have made him look ridiculous, with loads of makeup, and a big hair do, but I didn't, he had to believe I was doing this for him, well for the time being. Even so, I was still stunned with my creation. The part about me wanting a little girl was true. With Nick in the navy I thought with a daughter we would have more in common. My sister had two girls, and they sort of became the daughters I never had. But now it seems I had Kevin to take that part, not that I wanted that. Kevin did have quite a pretty face for a boy, and now it was made up, and had soft curls of blonde hair framing it, I had to look hard to find the boy under there.

"Right, what do you think?"

He smiled into the mirror. A tentative hand touched a soft curl of hair. He seemed quite shocked by what looked back at him. 

"I look, amazing," he mumbled, in a far off way, "Mum, you've made me really pretty."

I took a deep breath and turned away. I had done what he said I suppose. What a stupid bloody cow!

"I know why you are doing this. But now can you see what it means to me?" he asked.

I couldn't speak. I just looked away and went downstairs. I sat on the couch watching telly, not that I knew what program I was watching, because my head wouldn't stop thinking about what I had done. Kevin walked slowly into the lounge. I looked up at him. He really was quite stunning, all long legs and blonde locks. He gave me a little shy smile that seemed to say so much. Yes, I really had fucked up! I watched him sit on the couch. Even that was done in such a feminine manner that I wanted to scream. He crossed his long legs and sat quietly watching the telly. I felt like I was on a train with other passengers. You notice them when they first sit down, and then you hope they don't talk to you. You know the rest of the carriage will be listening, and you might get asked something embarrassing. But this was my son sat there. I couldn't ignore him even if I wanted to. 

"Will you make me a drink?" I asked just to say something really.

He was up on his feet and in the kitchen before I knew it. That was a shock in itself, in boy mode he would huff, and I would have to ask a few times. I watched from the chair as he moved about in the kitchen. From the back he looked just like a real girl. Even his ass looked good! When he came back in with a cup of tea, his tennis ball tits jiggled a little. I even caught him watching them. 

"So, what do we call you then?" I asked as I searched my handbag for my lighter.

"Um, huh, I don't know," he replied, with a little embarrassed chuckle.

"I know we could still use Kevin, but you aren't my son when you are dressed up like that," I snapped a little.

I said it to hurt him, and to make him think. I think it did but he tried to ignore it.

My fingers found the lighter and something else. The devil in my head smiled a little as I pulled out the name badge. One of the girls had left the restaurant where I worked. She had given the badge to me outside, she told me to shove it up the ass of my Greek boss. She was one of the girls who wouldn't let him get away with groping her.

"Lean forward, so I can pin this to your blouse," I said.

He watched me pin the square gold badge to the blouse. I sat back as he looked down at it. He looked at the black letters. 

"Isn't it a little too...."

"No it suits you, Veronica," I said looking deep into his eyes.

His face was a little red, but he nodded slowly. Again he sat on the couch and looked down at the name badge. I didn't have a clue what thoughts were going through his head at this time. But just looking him over with his little feminine looks, the earrings, the shoes and the tights, got my mind working on my next plan. I puffed on the cigarette.

"So, who do you fancy at school then?" I asked.

He struggled with the question a little. I could see his mind running around trying to find what I was getting at.

"Well, um, Jess is really hot, and Marline her friend is nice, but she is a little chubby. I think they are too hot for me though, Wendy is pretty also."

"Oh, and what do you think they would make of you dressed like that?"

His mouth opened but he just couldn't answer. So I continued with my questions sensing I could really get him thinking a little deeper, and maybe putting him off thinking about buying those bloody hormone pills.

"No Veronica, I mean, what boys do you fancy?"

He gasped a little and his face went red again. The tennis balls started rising and falling a little more sharply. 

"Well, it isn't a difficult question is it?" I snapped.

"Mum, I just want to say I don't feel, I mean I'm not gay. It is just when I'm dressed up, I feel like a, a girl," he mumbled and then swallowed.

"So, in that case the question isn't a difficult one is it? If you feel like a girl now you must know who you fancy? Go on, which of your friends would you like to have a kiss and a cuddle with?"

His fingers were tying themselves in knots, and his tongue seemed to spend a lot of time licking his lips. 

"Okay, I guess Martin is nice."

He stopped and looked at me. I think he was beyond nervous now, worried about what I thought.

"Come on, a hot girl like you must have more than one fantasy guy. I did when I was young. Who would you like to bring home to meet your father?"

He shifted uncomfortably now. 

"I reckon you look like Jessica, she is pretty hot. I bet she would have a few boys going crazy over her. Veronica, I bet with those legs sticking out of miniskirt at school you'll have hands all over you."

"God, don't say things like that," he gasped.

"Well tell me then, who else would you like to go on a date with?" I hissed.

"I know what you are trying to do. You are trying to put me off, I won't mum, I like it," he snapped back.

His chest was rising and falling then even quicker now, and he was panting hard.

"Look at you I can see the control tops of your tights. I bet you would flash your legs and maybe your knickers to any boy at school!"

"Oh alright, if you must know, I fancy, Derek, William, and Bryan Alders," he yelled, "and I fancy Mr Driver the English teacher, Mr Harris from next door, and your Greek boss," he yelled.

I sat in shock as he raced up the stairs. I hoped he was just saying that to get at me. I went through all the names he had said, trying not to imagine my son, or rather Veronica with each of them in turn. One name stood out above all the rest. It was quite a shock for me. I took a deep breath and went up to see Kevin. I felt sorry for him now, he was still my son and I felt for him. I sat next to him on the bed.

"Sorry. Kevin, why don't you come back down?"

"Because of what you think, because of what I said," he mumbled as he sat on his bed. 

"Look, I'm sorry, I really am, and I shouldn't have pushed you like that. This whole thing has been a shock for me. Come downstairs and you can make me something to eat. Please, Veronica?"

He got up and stood in front of me. I reached out and stroked his nylon clad leg in a friendly gesture. I went to take my hand away but Kevin grabbed it. He held it on his leg. I looked up into his eyes with a questioning look. Slowly he started pulling my hand upwards. I watched my hand gliding over the nylon of his tights. Until Kevin took his hand away, my hand kept going up, ever so slowly under his skirt. His legs were trembling and it gave a big judder as I felt his cock and balls through my tights and panties! For the first time my head was accepting what my hand was doing. Kevin was looking out of the window staring at something. At first I thought he had turned to a statue just because of what was happening. I stood up keeping hold of his cock, and there through the net curtains I saw Mr Harris washing his car. After what Kevin had said about him I looked at Mr Harris a little differently. He was going bald, in his late 40's, but quite good looking apart from his stupid moustache. Never once had he figured in any of my many fantasies, but now I could see there was something about him. 

"Well, what do you reckon, Veronica? Do you think he could take on mother and daughter?"

I started jerking the hard cock that was in my hand. 

"Have you seen the way, he looks, at, at the girls when they walk past?" Kevin stammered.

"Darling, he looks at me like that," I whispered.

I carried on jerking a little faster. Kevin's legs were barely able to hold him up. No I didn't know why the fuck I was doing this either!

"I bet if I wasn't here, Veronica would go down and help him wash his car. I bet you would love bending over the bonnet, knowing he was stood back with a dirty grin, watching your ass and your long sexy legs," I whispered.

I felt the wet soaking through again. Veronica was clinging to the window ledge. I couldn't quite believe that those same panties and tights I had worn to work, now had spunk in them from my son!  

"I guess I should get changed," he mumbled.

"So, all this dressing as a girl is just about getting off is it?"

He looked at me not really understanding what I had asked.

"What I mean is it is just about sex. Do you think you can grow boobs just for a turn on? Once you have them you are stuck with them for life. They won't go down like an erection you know."

He gulped and looked at me.

"Mum, I told you I haven't really decided on that yet."

"I know that is why you are just going to change my underwear and stay like that. Just because you came off doesn't make any difference. It didn't to me when I was young."

His eyes opened wide and he shuffled a little.

"When I was young, before I met your father, I had group sex once. I sort of got off as the first guy fucked me. I couldn't stop the other 3 just because I had an orgasm. Even though I didn't want it, I knew they wouldn't let me go until they had their fun."

"Yeah, right, but what is that got to do with this, with me?"

"You are Veronica, and you are going to shoot at least twice more before I let you get changed."

"But, I'm quite happy with what happened just now. Do you really want me dressed like this all day?" he mumbled.

I put my hands on my hips.

"I spent ages doing you up. This way you will have an idea what it would be like to grow tits and not be able to get rid of them. Okay, I'll make it easier for you this time. Go and clean yourself up and then come to my bedroom."

I watched him shuffle away. This was part of my plan from the beginning, even though it meant I would jerk him off. I did sway one way then the other on this part, but with what he said about the boys and my next door neighbour, I just sort of got carried away. The main aim of this was to see just how much he was into this, and as I first suspected, I could see it was just about sex, and getting off. My main worry was that he wanted to go the whole way and change sex. I just hoped this would put him off, or make him realise dressing as a girl was as far as he wanted to go. When he came back to my bedroom he looked a little uneasy. For the first time this morning he looked more than a little uncomfortable with this. I'm not counting any chickens here, but I think my plan was on the right track. Hopefully he would be positively disgusted with my next move. I knew he obliviously liked wearing my worn underwear when he got excited, but now after he had come, he might find it a little too much to take.




My Son In My Clothes Ch. 02



"Turn your back on me," I instructed.

I lowered my white tights and green panties to the floor. I slipped my shoes back on and walked in front of him.

"Here, you can wear these now," I said.

He looked at my worn tights and panties that I held in my hand. His eyes shot to mine and I could see how strange he found this now.

"Go on, I've just taken them off. That is what you like isn't it, wearing my worn underwear?"

He looked down again at the bundled up tights and panties. 

"Put them on and we'll go and have lunch, you are making it by the way, Veronica."

I left my underwear in his trembling hand and went downstairs. Maybe this would make him stop and think. Maybe now that Kevin had come, he would be repulsed by the thought of wearing my underwear. It took him about 15 minutes to come downstairs. He stood in the doorway behind me as I pulled the wet washing out of the machine. I carried on ignoring him as I loaded the next set of clothes. I smiled to myself. At last my son was my son again. I didn't think he would wear my underwear. This was me hitting him hard, cruel to be kind, that sort of thing. I straightened up and pressed the button on the washing machine. I looked out of the kitchen window and took a deep breath. This was going to be a hard part too, but with his mother's help, Kevin would get over this silly fad. I opened my mouth to tell him things would be okay. The words never came out, not when I heard Kevin's high heels on the kitchen floor! I closed my eyes and then opened them.

Without turning round I said, "Right, I want a cheese and ham sandwich, getting cracking, Veronica."

Again I watched him from the chair as he moved round the kitchen. His movement was a little broken, and slow. I guess wearing his mum's slightly wet panties wasn't such a big turn on now! We ate in silence and he seemed very withdrawn. Hopefully he was thinking of just how sick this was now. Hopefully it would remain in his head for quiet a time. I know I said I was stubborn and I am, but that didn't stop me feeling sorry for him. But I was determined to carry on, until maybe he had another yell at me, or he broke down in tears, and then he might just see why I was doing this. If he did break down then I would cuddle him, I'm stubborn, not a bitch. 

A cup of tea was put on the coffee table. I gave him a little smile.

"Thank you, Veronica," I said.

We sat watching telly for a while, again in silence.

"I realise why you are doing this," he mumbled.

I looked at him as he carried on watching the telly.

"Good, but I'm not trying to hurt you."

"I know, but why did you, um, jerk me off?"

He was looking at me now. His eyes were drilling into mine. For the first time in a while I felt uneasy. He knew why, I had explained it earlier, but now I found it hard to answer him. Was that my biggest mistake, should I have done that at all? Maybe I should have made him do it in front of me. 

"Mum, did you like doing it?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm just trying to, well."

I jumped up and went to the kitchen. I grabbed some kitchen towel and wiped my tears away. 

"Mum, it is okay, I didn't mean to make you cry."

I watched as his hand went on my shoulder. I saw the pink nail varnish on his finger nails.

"So what is your next plan? I've done everything you have said, and I have thought about things like you want me to. I like this, I like wearing girl's clothes, and I like wearing your clothes. Do you think this is easy for me?"

I shook my head.

"Good, because I cry most nights when you are sleeping, because I want to be normal, but this urge is always there under my skin, it won't go away. It grows constantly in my mind, and maybe I do want to grow tits more than I realise, don't hate me mum, please don't."

I was cuddling him now, and yes I felt like a right bitch. He brushed away his tears and took a deep breath.

"So what's next?" he asked.

I wiped my tears and grinned at him.

"Well I guess we need to fix your makeup. I've never seen you cry, not for ages," I mumbled.

I took him back upstairs and did a repair job. When I was finished he looked me in the eye.

"Mum, I'm serious, what else do you have planned to put me off?" he asked.

"Right then, we sit here and you explain to me everything you want from this. I'm talking about sex here, because I'm sure that is what this is about, do you understand?"

"You'll be shocked," he said, with a slightly nervous grin.

"Oh, I'm 39 years old, I've forgotten stuff that would make your toes curl, young lady."

We had another cup of tea and sat down in the lounge, Veronica on the couch, and me in the chair.

"So, what do you want to know?"

"I guess, um, we should go back to your fantasy men," I said.

"Okay, which one?" he mumbled.

"Well, let's start with school," I suggested.

He gulped a little, but then nodded. I wasn't going to make this easy for him. I considered his little speech earlier that had us both in tears. But I still wanted him to squirm, to think about what he was doing.

"Right so there you are at school. Veronica, we are talking about here, you are pretty, a virgin still, and alone in the class with Mr Driver. I guess you have that sort of a fantasy about him?"

He nodded. 

"Okay, then tell me what happens in your fantasy?"

"Well, um, as you know, he is around 50, and quite fat."

"Yeah, that is why I felt quite shocked by him being on your list."

Kevin was going red a little. 

"Well, he sort of grabs me, when we are alone, round, round my waist," he stammered.

"Carry on, I'm listening."

"God mum, this is hard."

"Carry on, what does he do next?"

"He puts his hand, up, up my skirt and touches my, p...."

"Pussy, go on you can say it." 

"Yeah, my pussy, well, he sort of pushes me over the desk, and, and he rips my panties down. He, um, he, he, takes me, over the desk," he stammered again.

"Oh so it is not romantic then?"

He shook his head.

"So, does he have a big thick cock, and does he just rip it into you?"

I watched him gulp at his mother's forward talk.

"Yeah, because, because I tease him, with the other girls," he grunted.

"Lift your skirt, and show me, show me how much it turns you on."

"Mum, I can't, I," he stumbled.

"Do it, I jerked you off didn't I? I want to see how hard you get. Show me how it turns you on to be screwed by your teacher," I spat.

His trembling hands pulled his skirt up, and there was his erection.

"Well, that must be really good for you. Is he rough, does he call you a slut?"

"Yeah, he does," he whimpered.

"So does he make you suck his old cock? I would if I was him."

He was panting and groaning, his legs were twitching and he was bright red.

"Toss yourself off, go on. Pretend I'm him and I'm making you do it. I'm making you frig your hot little clit, while I maybe video it as I jerk my dick!"

His hand started pumping his dick through the tights and panties. I could see just how close he was to shooting.

"Right now imagine you are Kevin. You are wearing girl's clothes to school, and Mr Driver keeps you behind. You are a boy in girls clothes, the whole school laughs at you. Mr Driver pushes you over the desk he rips your panties down and sticks his hard dick right up your ass, because you haven't got a pussy."

"No mum, that isn't it," he grizzled.

"No because you are a boy, and Mr Driver would probably die of shock if you walked into his class dressed as Veronica. That was if you got that far? You would probably get beaten up and laughed at. And if Mr Driver did fuck your ass it would be so painful you would probably faint."

His hand had slowed now and his face was contorted with anguish. 

"Mum, that isn't it, that isn't my fantasy," he squealed.

"No, that is the reality. That is what today is about. You are a boy, and if you want to be a girl this is what you will be faced with. Now get up stairs and clean up, and then come down as my son."

I went to the kitchen grabbing my bag from the floor on the way. My fingers were shaking and my heart was fluttering like hell. Hopefully now Kevin would come to his senses. I didn't know any other way than to break his fantasy right as he was shooting. Okay, maybe I'm a stubborn bitch, but I love my son. My shaking fingers lit the cigarette. I just hoped this would work, and I hadn't damaged him in some way. 

20 minutes later I heard the door open. I turned round and there he was, or rather she was. He just stared at me with a determined look on his face. I closed my eyes and I knew what he meant. Standing in front of me as Veronica was his statement of intent, this was what he wanted, and now I had to rethink my plan. I was sure I had convinced him it was just a silly little infatuation. He stood upright and he seemed to be waiting to defend himself against anything I said. 

"Oh Kevin, does this really mean that much to you? Can't you see what you are doing to me and your father by this?" 

"Mum, I know today you have tried to stop this, even by helping me. But I guess it won't go away. I don't care what you tell dad. He can beat the crap out of me all night long, but it won't change how I feel."

His eyes were watering, and mine did too. I just stood looking at him for ages. Was I ever going to make him see sense, was he so determined to dress as a girl that no matter what I tried it wouldn't put him off? Maybe he was further on with this than I thought. Obviously he had spent ages thinking about this in one form or another. Had he drilled it into himself that this was what he really wanted? Finally I took a deep breath.

"Kevin, just how deeply have you thought about this?"

I closed my eyes again as he spoke the words I feared. I could feel the bitterness of defeat crawl through my body. I didn't have the energy to fight this anymore. Even my stubborn streak was giving up on me. I began thinking of all the things he would go through, my heart was bleeding for him. I wanted to magic him into a daughter and wipe everyone's memory for him. I wanted him to have always been my little girl, for him you understand, not me. My mind now seemed to be trying to find ways to help him. I didn't see the point in struggling against it now. I didn't know how the hell this was going to go. I wanted Kevin to be my son, but after all he had told me I knew he wanted to be my daughter. Could I battle against this, should I battle against this? His father was going to blow his top. I had to find some way to keep everyone happy. 

"When did you decide?" I asked. 

"Ages ago, I just didn't want to hurt your feelings. I'm not happy unless I'm dressed up, don't hate me, please?"

"I don't hate you, I love you. Jesus this is going to be hard on your father, and I'm still not really happy with this. Kevin, where do we go from here?"

He shrugged his shoulders, but his face lifted when he realised what I had said.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I don't like this. If I could find away to make you change your mind I would, and I'll still search for something to try and make you see how bloody difficult this will be, for you as well as everyone else. I guess you are as stubborn as I am."

He nodded.

"Well, we should keep this to ourselves for the time being. I definitely don't want your father to know about this yet, and like I said, I want to change your mind if I can find a way."

He grabbed my hand in his.

"Does this mean you'll help me, a little?" he asked softly.

"Oh Kevin, I just want to be able to come home knowing who I am going to bump into. You will only dress like this when I say, and only when your father is away, am I making that clear enough?"

I just hoped I was doing the right thing here. In the back of my head something was still telling me he would grow out of this. That was what the doctor said in the first place, but me being me I just had to go blundering in. 

"Well, I guess you should wash up," I said.

He gave me a cute little half frightened smile. I sat on the kitchen chair as he washed up. He knew I was watching him. He even put a cup of tea down in front of me without being asked, and he started to wipe up the dishes! I watched him moving around the kitchen. Several times he pushed one of his golden locks behind his ear. I watched his earrings glinted in sunlight and banged on his neck. Bloody hell, he looked too pretty to be a boy already! We spent the next hour baking cakes. He turned his nose up at first, but he sort of got into it. We went to the lounge and started to watch something on telly. That was when the doorbell went, and I don't know who jumped out of their skin more.



My Son In My Clothes Ch. 03



"Shit, that'll be Adam. I forgot, I told him he could watch the football with me."

"Well, in that case you had better let him," I said.

Two frightened eyes stared in my direction. 

"I guess he'll be a little shocked, but you two are friends. Just make sure he keeps his hands to himself."

The scared eyes were now joined by an open mouth, and a look of total disbelief.

"Well I suppose I had better let him. The tops of your tights are showing Veronica, don't make it that obvious."

I stood up and walked to the lounge door.

"Mum, you can't let him in," he squeaked. 

"Relax, if he sees you like that he'll run screaming down the road," I said as I closed the lounge door behind me.

"Oh hello Adam, Kevin is out I'm afraid."

"But he said I could watch the football here," Adam replied a little miffed.

"He must have forgotten I guess. If he comes home I'll get him to ring you."

I went to push the door closed, and Adam put his foot in the way. I gulped a little and my breathing changed a little.

"So, you are all alone then?" he asked with a smirk.

"Um, no, well my sister is due at 3," I mumbled.

He looked at his watch, and smirked, "That still gives us half an hour. So what do you reckon?"

I pushed him out of the house and pulled the door shut behind us. My heart was going like a drum now.

"Look, I told you it was just a drunken mistake. You are only 18 the same age as my son," I hissed.

"Wrong, I'm two months older than him, and you were gagging for it because your old man is doing some tart. God you were so eager you didn't even bother about a condom."

I ran my hand through my hair and looked nervously back at the close door.

"Adam please go, I told you I was vulnerable. I'm friends with your mother for god's sake."

He smiled and ran his eyes over me, "That didn't stop you bouncing up and down on my cock did it? And I'm sure you haven't forgotten how good it was two weeks ago?"

I swallowed hard. 

"Call me when you are free. I can't believe how eagerly you swallowed my spunk. I bet Kevin doesn't know how easy you are?" he whispered.

I stood inside the front door with my back pressed against it. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, and my breath was short and gasping. That night I had been out drinking with my sister, and I bumped into Adam on the way home. His house was on the way and his mum, dad, and sisters were away for the weekend. I was drunk and Adam was full of me being pissed. I went in to his house to use the loo, and when I came out this huge erection was staring at me. That was it, he just pushed me to my knees and before I knew it I was sucking him off, and then he fucked me. He was rude and crude, but hell he had a cock on him that even put my husband's in the shade. Well there you are, Adam, and my Greek boss, fucked me, and I swear they are the only two who have. 

I adjusted the button on my blouse and went to the lounge.

"Relax, I told him you had gone out."

I walked straight through to the kitchen.

"Mum, you were ages out there, I nearly had a heart attack," he called through from the lounge.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My shaking hand traced over my lips, my lips that Adam had kissed not 2 minutes ago. I was mad at myself now for letting Adam kiss me. I just stood there behind the big bush as Adam opened my blouse, lifted my tit out of my bra and sucked on it! If Kevin hadn't have been home I might well have dragged Adam upstairs.

"Mum, what did Adam say, what did you tell him?"

"I told him you had gone out."

We both froze as the back door swung open. Three sets of eyes looked from one to the other. I don't know which one of us was shocked the most! It seemed like ages before anyone moved, Kevin, Adam, or me!

"Fucking hell, Kevin, is that...you?"

I grabbed Adam's arm and pulled him in the house as Kevin shot off upstairs. My chest was rising and falling and my heat was thumping like a woodpecker drilling into a tree! Adam was so shocked he couldn't move. I pushed him down in the kitchen chair and slammed the back door shut. 

"What the fuck...I mean...is that....was that...Kevin?"

I stood there wondering where to start. This was going to go all round the neighbourhood in no time, unless I could find some sort of excuse for my son wearing my clothes. Several times I started to speak. At least Adam was still too shocked to move, or bombard me with questions. 

"Kevin is um, entering a....no we are going to...he is going to a fancy dress party."

Adam just looked at me. Slowly he seemed to be coming back into the land of the living. I stood there and explained as best I could that I was trying a few things with Kevin. I mumbled and bumbled for a few minutes, until Kevin came back and stood in the kitchen doorway. Adam just stared at him, from head to toe and back again.

"Adam...this is how I want to be," he said, and then he took a deep breath.

Both Adam and I just stared at Kevin. He looked terrified but he stood there with those blonde curls and made up face, waiting for whatever was coming next. 

"You, want to be...a girl?"

For the next 20 minutes Adam asked questions, and Kevin answered them, as best as he could. There was a pause between each one as Adam digested Kevin's answer, and then asked my son something else. I just, well I just stood there like a lemon. I was quite shocked when Adam asked Kevin if he wanted to grow tits. Kevin said yes and then Adam asked, "How big?" 

"As big as Mum's I guess...maybe bigger."

I flumped in the chair as Adam told Kevin he had seen my tits, and my pussy. My fingers fought with the cellophane on a fresh cigarette packet. Kevin didn't bat an eyelid to what Adam had said. Any minute now I was expecting Kevin to say he knew Adam had fucked me! Okay that was probably obvious, but there is nothing like spelling things out to make a point. Kevin moved to the fridge, and Adam watched his legs and ass. Kevin gave Adam a coke and Adam said, "Thank you, Veronica," after reading Kevin's name tag!

The question and answer session continued, and they even chuckled about certain things. By now I was the one who was becoming more and more shocked about all of this than the two boys! Another cigarette got stubbed out and Kevin moved the packet out of my reach.

"Mum, you could do with stopping smoking, it really is disgusting."

"Sorry," I mumbled like a naughty schoolgirl, as Veronica opened the kitchen window. 

Two sets of eyes watched Veronica's hem rise up her thighs, as she stretched up. When she turned round she gave a little embarrassed giggle, after noticing what Adam was smiling at. 

They went off to watch the second half of the football, leaving me stunned in the kitchen. I had a million questions myself for the pair of them, but I couldn't properly form one in my head. Now and then they would speak to each other. Kevin asked Adam when he fucked me, and Adam told him! He even told Kevin that I was a good shag! I know I should have said something, but I didn't have a bloody clue what to say. I got up and went to the living room. Somebody had a shot at the goal on the football, and I watched as Adam grabbed Kevin's leg! I think it was just maybe a normal reaction. But Kevin was dressed as a girl, and seeing Adam's hand on his nylon clad leg caused my heart to jump in my mouth.

"Oh, sorry," Adam said.

"That's okay," Kevin replied, and he put Adam's hand back on his thigh!

I watched Kevin smile to himself, and Adam grinned too as they both watched the football with Adam's hand lightly stroking Kevin's leg!

As the football finished I sat in the chair. I was waiting for them both to realise they had been so engrossed in the football match that they didn't know what they were doing. Kevin just sat there with his legs crossed, as Adam carried on stroking his thigh. What made me even more confused and shocked was what Kevin asked Adam.

"Did I cause that?"

Adam shot a glance at me. I could see that confident look had returned in his eyes.

"Yes Veronica, you did," he placed Kevin's hand on his straining cock, "get it out if you want."

I was mesmerized watching Kevin's painted fingers pulling down the zip on Adam's jeans. My son wrapped his fingers around Adam's cock, and then started to slowly jerk his friend!

"You, you ought to, to stop that," I mumbled.

"God mum, I've jerked Adam off before. We've experimented twice, you know, when he comes round here and we go and to my bedroom to do our homework?"

"MY GOD, you, you mean this is all some sort of, set up?"

They both chuckled at me.

"No, I've never seen Veronica before. It was always Kevin that jerked me off. I didn't even know he wants to be a girl, although come to think of it, he did ask me, if he was a girl would I fancy him."

"But, this is...sick."

"Oh, and just how sick is it for a mother to dress her son, in her clothes?"

I reached out and grabbed Adam's arm. Before he knew it I had dragged him to the hall. I spent a few minutes telling him that this had to stop, and that he couldn't see Kevin as some sort of tart. He looked at me, and whispered, "What, like you, don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut, if we carry on seeing each other, when Kevin is at college. 

From then on, I helped Kevin cross dress once a week. He seemed happy with it even if I wasn't. I never told Nick when he was home. I didn't have the heart to upset either of them. I just told my husband Kevin and I had sorted things out.

Kevin left home and moved into a flat in the next town. He had rented his flat off a friend of Nick's, some guy he knew who retired from the navy. His father and I had gone our separate ways by then. Nick moved in with his little tart, but it didn't last long by all accounts. 

Kevin dropped out of college and went to work. I helped him out with money for a time, and he would come and see me every couple of months, but after a while that dried up a little, still he phoned me and that was good enough for me. I got the news that he had a girl staying with him. At last he was turning into a normal boy I thought. The only problem was the landlord wanted to up his rent now he had a girlfriend living there. The landlord had been in touch with me knowing that I paid half the rent, well Nick did really. I suppose raising the rent was understandable, but I just didn't know how my son would manage, unless his girlfriend had a good job. Still things seemed to turn out okay, and I was happy for them both. Although I hadn't seen Kevin for nearly 6 months I loved his phone calls. After I heard about his girlfriend I waited for Kevin to tell me. He didn't, so I guessed I would just have to turn up, unannounced.

So I went round to see Kevin and his new girlfriend. He was out when I got there and I went round the back, and I managed to get in to the ground floor flat through the back door. Kevin or his girlfriend had obviously forgotten to lock it. I hadn't been there since he first moved in, and I put the cake down that I had baked on the kitchen table. I smiled at the photo of me and Kevin, which was taken shortly before he left for college. I went to the loo and found tights drying on the shower rail. I went from there to the bedroom and found makeup on the dressing table. She was just as untidy as my son. That thought danced round my head, and then my smile dropped a little. I pulled open the wardrobe and stared at all her clothes. Hanging up on the rail was the skirt Kevin had worn as Veronica!

I pulled open the top drawer and found lots of underwear, female underwear. I closed my eyes as I recognised some of my own! I went to the next drawer down, and starring up at me was a pair of false boobs. My heart was in my shoes now, and I flumped down on the bed. I looked at the black silk nightdress that lay motionless on the pillow. I closed my eyes and knew that I had thrown it away in an angry fit. My ex husband had bought that for me, a week before he fucked off with his bimbo!

When I opened my eyes I noticed other things, other than makeup, on the dressing table. I picked up the bottles of creams and lotions and read the labels one by one. I jumped when I heard the door slam shut. I stood up and moved to the hall. I opened my mouth to yell at Kevin, but it wasn't him. The young man stood there looking as shocked as I did!

"Adam, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Behind him, this mass of blonde curls walked in.

"What do you want for tea, honey?" she asked, as she closed the door and looked up.

The pretty made up face might have been all feminine, but I knew who was under all that makeup, and now she had just spotted me. We all stood staring at each other for several moments.

"Hi mum, I guess you are wondering, um." 

Kevin stopped talking. Well I think it was Kevin. The voice didn't really belong to my son. Then I remembered the last phone call, the sore throat that Kevin had.

"Don't tell me that is permanent," I spat. 

He just nodded, and those blonde curls bounced around his head. I walked slowly into the lounge and had to feel for the chair behind me.

"Why don't you make mum a drink?"

There it was that soft little voice again. Adam looked at me.

"Tea or coffee...no maybe something stronger," he said. 

I sat there until he came over with a glass of vodka, and then I shoved the empty glass back at him seconds later. Kevin raised his plucked pencil thin eyebrows. I was soon sat cuddling another glass in my trembling hand.

"You've been out, like that, in daylight?" I asked in a sort of mumbled tone.

"We have to get the shopping, mum" Kevin replied like I was mad.

"Your landlord never told me about this," I mumbled again.

"He wouldn't know we pay him through the bank. I just make sure I'm out when I know he is coming."

Again that voice was echoing round my head. It didn't belong to my son, more like some young teenage girl. The voice was nothing though, as Kevin unbuttoned his coat my jaw ended up dropping to the floor.

"My god, you have actually grown tits!"

Kevin looked a little embarrassed. I just couldn't stop staring at them. He was a decent looking B cup, and the low cut top showed off as much flesh as a bikini would!

"It's all me," he proudly announced.

I looked at the denim miniskirt that was far too short to be of any use as a skirt. Long legs covered in Black tights, and hoisted up by 4 inch black heels, looked to incredible to be true. 

"You have been shopping, like that, in a supermarket?" I said faintly, "thank god you wore a coat."

Kevin chuckled a little.

"Mum, I took the coat off to go in the shop."

The vodka had suddenly disappeared again. 

"Look, why don't you stay for tea. I'll go cook something, and then we can chat."

I watched my grinning son move past Adam, on the way she pecked him on the cheek!

"You've got a bloody nerve," I spat at Adam.

He sat next to me on the couch.

"If, Kevin knew you were still fucking me on and off. Shit, I mean, you are cheating on us, both!"

"It's okay mum, I know all about you and Adam, I'm cool with it," Kevin said, and gave me a wink and a smile, and then went back out of the room wiggle his hips.

I was just sort of waving the empty glass at Adam now. He seemed as amused as my son. Was I the only one to find this fucking strange? I took the glass and a smaller sip this time. 

I went out to the kitchen and just stood staring at Kevin. He worked away with a constant grin on his face. 

"Well, I don't know what the fuck to feel. Are you telling me you have had your dick and balls cut off?"

Kevin grinned, and then shook his head.

"Mum, I was going to tell you, next month, after I go in for the operation."

"Next bloody month?!" I screeched.

"Look, I know this is a shock, but I've changed my name and everything. I'm Veronica now."

Again I was fumbling for a chair. I put the glass to my lips and suddenly it was taken away. The same thing happened when my trembling fingers managed to get a cigarette to my lips."

"You're not allowed to smoke in here," Kevin said.

"Christ, will you put those bloody tits away!"

"Oh mum, they look good, Adam likes them, he says they are like yours, but just a little smaller."

Kevin, or rather Veronica, gave a little girlish chuckle that had me wondering if he had always been a girl!

"I suppose he likes the way your nipples stick out too!" I snapped.

"Mum, you are going to make me blush if you carry on like that," Veronica said with a little laugh.

I reached for the glass of vodka and it was pulled further away from me.

"And before you ask, yes I've got a job, yes I go to work as Veronica, and yes I get whistled at and chatted up. Now why don't you help me with the vegetables?"

Well I guess there wasn't much else to do.

"What about him in there?" I said, gesturing with the knife to the closed door.

"Oh Adam and I are quite close. He moved in last month, I don't expect it to last, but for now he makes me happy. God mum, I just thought, we like the same sort of bloke, isn't that cool?"

I had to stop peeling the potato before I shredded the damn thing!

"So, hang on a minute. We share the same fucking bloke! Jesus, I don't know if he's cheating on me or you!"

Again Kevin laughed.

"Hell mum, I don't care, so why should you? I know he still fucks you while he is seeing me. But honestly, it's cool."

I just stood there as Veronica plonked another spud in my hand. I was torn between looking at her more closely and not wanting to stare. I suppose now Kevin had gone this far it was pointless asking her to turn back. 

"So, tell me about your operation then?"

"Well, they cut down the....oh you don't mean what they do, do you?"

I suppose the shock on my face gave that away.

"No, I don't want to hear all that. I just want to know, is it safe?" I asked, not really sure what I wanted to know.

"As safe as crossing the road I guess. At the end of the day does it really matter? It is what I want. How is dad by the way?"

She took the knife and potato from my hand. I mean, how the hell could I answer, without think about what Nick would say, if he saw Kevin like this! 

"Do you still see him?" she asked.

I shook my head. 

"Kevin, sorry Veronica, your dad wouldn't like this at all."

I watched her ass wiggle as she went to the lounge. I stood there watching the spuds in the water as it got hotter and hotter. Nick was ready to beat the shit out of him a few years ago. 

"He'll probably kill you when he sees you in the flesh."

Again that little girlish laugh came from Kevin, "Mum, he can't do anything, this is me, and this is how I want to be. I'm not expecting him to like it, but this is my choice, and hopefully when he climbs off the walls, he'll think about what I want for a change, and not what his mates will think." 

Well Veronica could cook I'll give her that. Adam seemed quite amused having the two of us together. When Veronica went out to get the rhubarb pie Adam started inching my skirt up under the table. I tried to grab his hand away but he wouldn't stop. I sat like a stone when Veronica walked back in. Adam had his hand under the table and under my panties. As Veronica stood next to him to serve the pie his other hand was up the back of her skirt! She chuckled a little, but just let him carry on. She jumped a little as he gave her ass a pinch. She smiled at him and then winked at me.

"Leave mum alone and eat you pie," she said, as she sat down.

She knew she bloody well knew he was touching me up!

I sat on the couch after we had eaten. I was back on the vodka after the red wine at dinner. I guess I was a little drunk by now. Adam sat next to me and Veronica sat on his other side. She was cuddled into him, and I sat there stunned as Adam pushed his hand into the split up the front of my skirt! I took a large gulp of my drink, as I thought about tipping it over his head. Veronica whispered something to him and he turned to me. The next thing I knew was his mouth covered mine. His hand went right up my skirt and he found my wet panties there waiting! All the time I was thinking about Veronica. I knew we shared the same man now, but never together! I sort of put up a little struggle. But when Adam pulled away he pointed down to his groin. There was Veronica sucking on his cock like she had been doing it all her life!




My Son In My Clothes Ch. 03



"She told me about you tossing her off. It is her idea to do something for you for a change."

She took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. I watched her tongue come out and lick up the length of his shaft. 

"Mum, I'm going to get him nice and hard, so he fuck your brains out," she whispered.

She winked at me, and then plunged her mouth down again on her boyfriend. Okay I was drunk, but not drunk enough to wonder why I was letting him grope me and kiss me again. My mind soon relaxed as Adam started to make little circles in my pussy. I was sucking his tongue in further now. I could hear my son, Veronica, slurping all over his dick. I mean what a slut, what a pair of sluts!

"Hey, your mother goes down further than that," he spat.

"Sorry, darling," she whimpered submissively, in her little girly voice. 

God, he was treating her like he treated me! I watched her red face going down on him again. Now I never would have believed this in a million years. Kevin was so confident in everything he did as Veronica it was unbelievable. 

"That is enough, get her undressed," Adam ordered. 

Again I couldn't believe my ears, or the way Veronica jumped up. She held out her hand and I just took it. We were soon stood face to face. She gave me a little shy smile as her fingers started on my blouse. I couldn't help thinking back to when I stripped Kevin. As my blouse fell away I felt Adam's hands go up my skirt and drag my panties down to my ankles. Veronica had my bra straps off my shoulders and she stood there staring at my exposed tits! She slipped her hands down to the front buttons of my blue skirt. It was soon round my ankles with my panties!

"Look at me slut," Adam growled.

We both did!

"Straddle me, and you, put my dick in your mother," he hissed.

Veronica held my hand as I moved on Adam's lap. I looked down as his hand took hold of Adam's cock. I went down as Veronica held his stiff dick. I gasped a little like I always did when Adam first went into me. I started bouncing up and down. My head had given up on the right and wrong of this. I was full of lust now and coming off almost immediately. Adam started tormenting my nipples like he likes to do. They got pulled and pinched and added to my highly aroused state. For the first time I saw my son's tits, as he fed a nipple to Adam's eager mouth. Her blonde hair tickled my arm, and I watched as Veronica pushed her hand down the front of her skirt. She moaned and whimpered but she wasn't as loud as I was. I shuddered and climaxed on Adam's hard young cock. Gradually I slowed up and stopped, panting heavily. I just couldn't take much more. I got off him and there it was standing right up in front of me. Veronica knelt on the floor again. She had one hand in her skirt, the other wrapped around his cock, and her mouth sucking it for all she was worth!

Adam's eyes closed as my son, soon to be my daughter, slurped away and pumped him. I gradually got my clothes on and went to the door.

"Fucking drink it, bitch!" Adam snarled, just like he did at me.

I heard Veronica choke and gag as my shaking legs took me to the door. I sat at the station feeling numb, drunk, tired, and very wet between my legs. It would take me years to analyse what had gone on that night, so by the time I got out of the bath and crawled into bed I just wanted to sleep, and that was what I did.

Two months later Veronica phoned me. She sounded happy as she told me she was now a woman. That thought echoed round my head for days. I had told my sister and her husband, all I got was strange looks and sympathy. Telling mum and dad was fucking weird. Dad went off on one big time. Mum, well, mum would use her energy calming my dad down later. Mum phoned me a few days after and told me I had made a big mistake telling dad. I suppose I could have left it, but eventually it would come out. But as I told the family why Kevin was now Veronica, one thing struck me more than anything else. I was defending Veronica against all the nasty comments that were thrown at me about her. She was my son, and now she is my daughter, either way I would defend her until the day I died.

I ended things with Adam. Well he sort of ended it with me, and Veronica. She came home for a few days 6 months after her operation. Now watching the old man next door, leering at her stocking tops as she got out of the taxi was something that tickled me. Even the taxi driver had managed to get his fat ass out of the seat to carry her case. She wiggled up the path with the taxi driver in hot pursuit; he carried her case and couldn't get his eyes off her ass and legs. So there she stood in front of me. We hugged but something got in the way a bit.

"D cup now mum," she said with a giggle.

I just stared at the tits that put mine in the shade. We sat and chatted like a mother and daughter would. Her blonde locks were now down her back, and those lips looked a little fuller too. My daughter was a knockout, and she knew it!

"Darling, I think you ought to get changed, um, my sister, and her husband is coming over."

She crossed her long legs in the red tights, and tugged her red dress down a little. Again the tits sort of poked your eyes out. They were so bloody close to popping out of her dress that I just couldn't stop staring at them.

"Granny and Granddad won't be coming," I said with a gulp.

She sighed a little, "Well, I guess they don't understand, but you do now, don't you mum?"

I nodded and I asked again if she would cover up a little more.

"Mum, this is me, this is who I am."

"Jesus you are bloody stubborn," I mumbled.

She smiled at me and we laughed.

So an hour later Veronica was stood in front of my sister and her husband. Eyes were all over Veronica for a few seconds, and my sister gave her husband a dig in the ribs as Veronica went to make a cup of tea at my request.

"Put your fucking tongue away, that's your nephew," she hissed at him.

"Niece," I said correcting her.

My sister grabbed my arm and pulled me out to the hall.

"I don't bloody well believe that. How could you let it happen? Kevin looks like a fucking freak!"

"Oh, well it seems Alan likes what he sees," I spat back at Judith.

"I knew he was queer. He always had a strange interest in my underwear, I caught him going through my washing basket once, and you have just made him into a fucking queen."

"You listen to me, Veronica is happy, surely you can see that?"

"Alan we are going," she called, still looking at me. 

She went to the lounge and there was Alan talking to Veronica. She walked up to Veronica.

"You look bloody ridiculous you weirdo, that wig is just blood stupid too!" she snarled.

I watched her tug at Veronica's hair. She yanked twice the second time a lot harder than the first. Finally she let go. She looked at me in total shock.

"Fuck, it's real," she mumbled.

Before anyone could say anything she grabbed Alan's hand.

"Come on we are going," she hissed.

"Judith please, just let me explain things?" I begged.

She didn't stop. The front door slammed shut.

"Well, that went better than I thought it would," Veronica said sarcastically, with a little grin.

"I'm sorry, I thought she would be a little more understanding," I moaned.

I flumped down in the chair and sat with my head in my hands.

"Don't worry mum, I've had worse when I first started going out."

She came and sat next to me. 

"That is why I show off my cleavage. Now and then I get the odd look, not so much now. I think people reckon something isn't quite right, but when they see a little bit of real breast they are satisfied. Anyway, I spend more time fending guys off now. Did you see the way Uncle Alan gawped at me?"

She chuckled a little and cuddled me.

"Well if you just toned down your clothes a little," I mumbled.

Her chuckling had become a laugh now. 

"No way, Mum, can I stay for well, a few weeks?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good, because they are transferring me to a bank in town."

"Why, exactly?"

"Oh not what you think, I'm doing a course, an assistant bank manager's course. But it doesn't start for a few weeks, so I'll need a little part time job, just to pay you some keep."

So my son, sorry daughter, had got on very well indeed. 

A few days later, I could hear my boss panting and grunting in his office. Then it went silent, and this blonde emerged red faced, tugging her skirt down, and doing up her blouse. I watched my Greek boss wiping his handkerchief over his forehead as he came out behind. He gestured for me to go over to them. 

"Claire, this is Veronica, she'll be working here for a few weeks."

I was still gawping in shock as my daughter stumbled forward and let out a little surprised gasp, at the hand that pinched her ass. She chuckled as he walked away.

"Sorry mum I didn't think you'd miss one of your uniforms, and as you can see, I kept the badge you pinned on me a few years ago, I thought it might come in handy."

At the end of the shift the tips were shared out, and I saw a few jealous looks as Veronica seemed to have the most money. As we walked home together I had just one thing to her, "If you are going to work there at least buy a bloody blouse that fits."

We smiled at each other and she said, "Sorry mum, but I can't help having bigger tits than you."

After a few weeks Veronica started work in the bank. She looked very smart in her skirt suits. We spent our time shopping together for clothes, and life settled down. I watched her blossom into a beautiful young woman, which is something I never thought I'd say. Of course we couldn't stop Nick from finding out, but watching him trying to chat up my new "friend" Veronica in a pub was quite something. Nick asked me when Kevin was turning up and moaned about him being late for his birthday. When Veronica came back from the toilet she just stood there looking down at Nick. For the first time my ex husband got his eyes further than Veronica's chest. He peered a little deeper, and then it dawned on him. A jumble of words came out of Nick's mouth, but they didn't make any sense. A guy approached and kissed Veronica on the cheek. Nick just sat there confused by everything that was going on. 

"Dad, this is Mark, he's the bank manager, and um, he's asked me to marry him."

"What, you can't you're a bloody bloke," finally dribbled from Nick's mouth.

"Was, I think you mean," said Mark, as he smiled and kissed Veronica again.

I spent all night telling Nick what had happened, I even told him he had paid for Veronica's nose job, indirectly. All he could go on about was, not believing a guy could look that good in a frock. Nick never made it to the wedding, but seeing Kevin as the beautiful Veronica stunned him so much, he just accepted it. I suppose it was cruel the way Nick found out, but can you imagine how it would have gone if Kevin had just turned up on his doorstep as Veronica!

...................

While this is a fantasy hopefully some readers will identify with the struggles transvestites and transsexuals go through. While cross-dressers, transvestites, and transsexuals are generally frowned upon or worse, they seldom do anyone any harm. They have feelings, and they are only human beings, and some do what they do because they are happiest that way. So what is more shocking and unacceptable, a guy in a dress, or the cheating between husband and wife? 

The End.