En Femme Fiction

Mother's Little Helper

by Joanne Wilson

It's a small private house, surrounded by trees on a large allotment some eight kilometers from town. It's where Sally Fielding and her son, Josh live. He's ten she's twenty eight. They've lived alone in the house for over six years now, since Sally's husband died in a car accident. They have Mick, their large German shepherd for protection and they've never been hassled because of him. They're not short off money. David was well off; inherited money but it's as good as any other sort. Sally potters around the property and paints; Josh goes to school but she takes him in and picks him up because there's no school bus on their road. He's grown up' without a father which might not matter but in this case there's no playmates close by and he and Sally spend, perhaps, too much time together.

He's a good looking child and she pampers him and being lonely herself tends to sometimes act younger than her age, for his sake, and sometimes, perhaps a little irresponsibly. He's been brought up in a woman's house and knows about women's things and about women's bodies because she's convinced that boys should not be kept secret from such things. And because she knows about such things and not much about what boys might normally be taught, she's taught him little domestic duties. He knows how to make a cake; he washes out his own clothing. He cleans house and even knows a little little about sewing.

Sally can't recognize it because she has no yardstick but he's also a dainty child. It comes from having copied her in everything. His walk and his gestures and the way he sits are actually quite effeminate. And the way he talks. Because of it he's tends to be regarded as rather sissyish at school and the more so because he has an exemption certificate from school sport because of how far he lives from town and because his mother has to come and collect him each day.

There are other things too. Once when they were out walking way at the back of the nearby land near the creek Josh slipped and fell in some mud. The mud soiled his shorts and wet his underpants. Sally took off his shorts and underpants and wrapped a small towel she was carrying around his waist and he wore that home. It look like a skirt. When he commented that it was nicer to wear something which left his legs free she had an idea. She bought him some colorful Thai

silk sarongs. When she got them home and tied one around his waist it was too long so she took off his shirt and tied it in front under his armpits - the way a girl wears them. He loved his free flowing sarongs and wore them all the time at home in summer particularly; even in winter with a loose sweater over the top.

And once when he was about seven and he was putting away the freshly washed clothes he asked why her panties were so much silkier and softer than his. She wondered about that too. So she bought him girl's panties from then on.

Josh had long hair too. But then so did most boys at this period in history. But his was, well, just a little prettier than most others. On weekends and on most evenings after school Josh took off his coarse school shirts and shirt and put on a red floral or a green floral or a pastel sarong, tied it capably in front and went about his business., The sarong was open at the front, of course, but the material crossed over to keep him decent. But occasionally a breeze would blow back one drop of material and Josh wouldn't show a leg"; a pretty, slim straight, youthful leg. And even more occasionally just a hint of pretty panties as well. In fact, the truth is that at such times Josh looked quite girlish. So when his long hair fell across his face, as it so often did, it was natural that Sally would tie it back in a kind of pony tail and since she only had her own pieces of ribbon, it was tied with one of these.

Josh was not unhappy about any of this. Or at least if he was there was never any protest. He seemed to enjoy life in his own way.

There were rarely any visitors to Back Creek Farm, which is what their property was called. Deliveries of any kind were made into the large enclosed box at the front gate half a kilometer from the house. But now and then a salesperson would call or a collector for some charity. Seemingly they missed Josh playing outside as he often did, or moving about the house. Or if they saw him they made no comment. Except one day.

A man came collecting for charity. The dog barked but he bravely ignored it. Mick might have attacked if Sally or Josh had not been at home but they were. They were picking roses in the front garden. The man smiled and introduced himself and explained the reason for his call and Sally decided she would make a small donation and went inside the house to get her purse.

The man turned to Josh, "Hello," he said, "what's your name?"

"Joshy,"the boy said, which was what his mother mostly called him but the man misheard.

"Josie," he said, "that's a pretty name."

Sally came out then and he turned to her. "What a pretty little girl," he said.

Sally looked momentarily flustered. "Oh she's," and then realizing what she had said, "yes, she's very pretty."

Sally gave the man the money and he walked back to his car ;and drove away. Josh walked up to his mother watching the car down the driveway.

"I'm not a girl Mummy," he said.

"No I know darling. But the man thought you were."

"You called me 'she'".

"I know. I'm sorry. Do you mind?"

Josh half looked up at her and then away and shook his head negatively.

Later he went inside and went to his room and looked in the mirror. He was still doing so some minutes later when Sally called him for his dinner. He sat at the table in his sarong with its blue background and large pink flowers and his thick blond hair was tied back into a ponytail. They ate quietly.

Between mouthfuls Josh said:

"I do look like a girl don't I Mummy?"

Sally swallowed hard, “A little. I guess so, sweet,

"Mummy do I look better like this or in my school clothes?"

Sally looked at him, taking another mouthful! of food to stall. He was being serious. He expected a serious answer and she believed he would know if she didn't say what she thought.

"I like you both ways darling," she said, opting out.

"But which is best?"

Sally was stuck. "I think you look great like that pet."

"But better than school?"

He was persistent, she had to give him that. "Better I think," she said finally.

"So do I," the boy said.

There was a pause while they ate on for some moments.

"It's like a dress isn't it," Josh asked?

"Oh I'd don't know. Boys in the South Pacific islands wear sarongs.

"But not like this. I've seen pictures of them in school books. They were them around their waists. Girls were them like this."

"Yes I suppose they do.

He sipped on the glass of orange juice, tipping it towards him on the table.

Sally wondered what was coming next. She hadn't to wait long.

"Could I wear a proper dress Mummy?"

Sally almost choked. "A proper dress. a girl's dress?"

"Yes."

"Oh darling I don't know. That's a different thing altogether."

"Please Mummy."

"But why darling?"

"I was looking in one of your magazines the other day. There's a kid's section and there's boys and girls in it. The boys look nice but the girls are much prettier."

"Girl's are meant to be pretty darling."

"You said I was pretty this afternoon."

Sally was almost defeated. "And so you are sweet. Is that what you want to look, pretty?"

'Yes. I think the girl's clothes are much racier than the boys. I hate my school clothes. i want to wear a dress to school."

'Darling you can't wear a dress to school - not ever. But... well... I guess you could wear one at home maybe."

"So you'll buy me a proper dress," Josh said excitedly?

"Yes, I'll buy you a dress."

"Hurry along darling. We'll be late." Josie's mother called to her from the living room.

"Coming Mummy," she called back. But so far she was wearing nothing but a pale pink garter belt and sheer tan nylons. Quickly she pulled on pair of bikini panties and tucked the tiny offending portion of her body down tightly between her legs. She picked up a lightly padded teen bra in pink nylon and lace and slipped her arms through the straps and leaned forward slightly to allow her budding breasts to settle into the cups. She stepped quickly into a pale pink nylon and lace half slip and put her feet into the white high heeled courts as she reached for the white cotton dress in the wardrobe. This on and the self belt tied she checked her make-up and hair, already done and picked up the white kid handbag from her dressing table. Into it she placed mascara, blusher, foundation compressed powder and lipstick, closed the clasp and left the room to join her mother.

"Do I look OK," she asked, smiling?

"Of course, darling. You always do," Sally said and picked up her own handbag. Together they left the house and walked to the car and set off down the long driveway to the entrance gate for the eight kilometer drive into town.

"What do you think he'll say Mummy," Josie asked?

"What can he say? There's no turning back now.

"No I know. I guess I'm just a bit anxious."

"I checked around Josie, as I said. I'm sure he'll be sympathetic."

In town, Sally parked outside a block of commercial units, leased by medical practitioners in one speciality or another. She and Josie got out of the car, entered the building and took the elevator to the fifth floor. A pretty young receptionist greeted them.

"We have an appointment with Dr. Kane," Sally announced. "Sally and Josie Manners."

"Yes Mrs. Manners. He'll be right with you. wonts you take a seat?"

Ten minutes later Sally and Josie were seated in the plush office. David Kane was mid-thirties, slightly jowly, slightly balding but an attractive man with an agreeable smile.

"How can I help you ladies," he asked?

"I understand you're sympathetic towards transsexuals doctor," Sally began?

"I'd like to think I'm sympathetic to all my patients Mrs. Manners," David Kane smiled, "but yes there have been three or four on my books." He looked back and forth. "Whom did you have in mind?"

Sally nodded towards Josie. "Josie," she said.

Kane's smiled widened. "You want to be a boy?

Josie blushed. "Doctor despite her appearances Josie is a boy. At least the last remnants of a boy. We want those last remnants removed.

Kane looked at Josie. "Sorry," he said still smiling. "I was only joking. , I can understand your need Miss Manners. I have to admit there's no apparent sign of boy in you." He pulled a large writing pad across in front of him. "Can I get some information please." He picked up a pen. "How long have you felt this need.... may I call you Josie?"

"Yes.All my life I think. I don't remember a time when I was happy being a boy."

"And how old are you now?"

"Fifteen."

Kane looked at Sally. "You realize that in normal circumstances sex reassignment surgery can't be carried out until the applicant is eighteen years of age?"

"Yes.I don't think these are normal circumstances."

"Maybe not. Josie you have to live full time as a woman for at least twelve months in order to qualify - to prove the circumstances."

Josie looked at her mother and then back to David Kane. "I've been living as a girl full time since I was eleven Dr. Kane."

"You go to school?"

"Yes I go to St. Margaret's Girl Grammar School.

"I've been there four years."

"And - please forgive me - no one knows?"

Josie shook her head. "No."

"I see. Yes, well these might be exceptional circumstances Mrs. Manners. Josie I don't want to embarrass you but I have to examine you. There's no need to go behind the screen with just your mother here with us. Would you take off you dress please?"

Josie looked apprehensively at her mother who nodded. She stood up and took off the dress and laid it back over the chair. Kane completed writing some notes and looked up. "And the bra and your half slip please." He stood up and came around the desk. Josie removed the two garments. Kane placed his hands beneath Josie's breasts and felt their weight and squeezed around behind the nipples. "How long have you been on hormones," he asked?

"A little over a year." In spite of herself her nipples stiffened at his touch.

"Any side effects?"

"No."

"Lucky girl. Lot's do have. I think it's probably because you are young and fit. I'm sorry about this but would you take your panties down a little please."

Josie closed her eyes and hooked her thumbs into the panties and pushed them down to mid thigh. Kane examined her and probed and prodded. Then he stood up and smiled again.

"OK m'love. You can get dressed again. Once again I'm sorry about that. I know it's embarrassing but it must be done."

Josie dressed. Kane addressed them both.

"I must admit Josie you're a perfect candidate. The hormones have retarded puberty for a time. You have a feminine speaking voice, no Adam's Apple and no body hair to speak of. Your breasts are developing well The operation will be less extensive than in a more fully developed person. Mrs. Manners I’m sure I can get the authorities to approve the operation and in my opinion we should do it inside six months. I guess that would suit."

Sally looked at Josie and smiled. Josie positively beamed.

"Yes that would be most suitable Dr. Kane and thank you for your kindness."

"My pleasure." He stood up. "I'll be in touch."

Josie lay back quietly against the pillow.

Slowly the pain was diminishing and she knew that soon it would go away forever. She was sixteen years and one month old and she was a proper girl at last. That was worth any pain in the world. Her fingers drifted to the nipples of her now fully developed breasts and toyed with them and they stood up and she wondered what it would feel like, down there, when the full feeling returned. She looked at the clock beside the bed. Soon her mother would come to visit and Dr. Kane, whom she now called David and who soon would be her step-father. And she would be the bridesmaid at their wedding. She had seen photographs of her dress. It was exquisite. She couldn't wait to wear it - and the truly beautiful things she would wear underneath it. A coming out gift from David - or rather from Denise. Denise was disappointed she couldn't wear a wedding dress too, but they had decided that might be a little over the top. But it was Denise who would be going on the honeymoon. The girls on vacation.

Josie had been astonished the first time she had seen David as Denise. He made a completely genuine looking woman. His money made possible the best clothes, the best grooming, the best jewelry. one was so taken with his presentation they rarely bothered to look beyond that. He had already moved into the farmhouse, where they were spending some money extending, and lived as Denise all the time except when David had to go to work.

As a step-father/mother, Josie loved him very much. He was kind, generous, caring. As her surgeon he was skillful and informative. Many times they went shopping together, sometimes with Sally along, always with David as Denise. He bought them both gifts, mostly clothing and they helped him select items which would most suit him.

Further back, David had become a friend, mostly as a result of his regular contact with them while he sorted out the legal, moral and philosophical problems of Josie's operation. He was the one regular visitor to Back Creek Farm and often he came for dinner. They learned he was single and had always been so. They learned he had a fine and slightly warped sense of humor. There was no doubt that he cared very much for Josie in a fatherly. doctorly way. When they were alone one evening Sally had commented upon it.

"She's the youngest transsexual I've known," he said, "And the best balanced thanks to you. It's not easy for most but it should never be as difficult as it is. She reminds me," he hesitated, "of myself when I was that age."

Sally stared at him. "You mean... ?"

"I thought I wanted to be a woman all through my teens. I hated being a a boy. I dressed as a girl at every possible opportunity although I never had anyone to discuss it with. I never went out, of course. I was well and truly in the closet. Had I had someone like YOU around I might have found out that I was not a transsexual but a transvestite - simple lost soul who for some inexplicable enjoyed dressing as a woman. I know that now, of course. But then - it was a very difficult time."

"You still want to dress as a woman?"

"very much. And I do. At home. I think it's the main reason I remained single. There were women I might have married but none of them seemed approachable on the subject. So I never brought it up." He smiled at her wistfully. "Until now."

"You should have said earlier," Sally said.

"No. It wasn't that I doubted that you wouldn't mind or at least not be offended by it. I just wanted to be sure that I cared enough about you to share it with you."

"I'm glad you did. I feel privileged. I guess you should know that I care about you too. I.... would.... like to see you in a dress if you feel you'd like to share that too.''

"I would very much and I'd like Josie to know but I'd be happy for you to tell her."

Within a week Denise had come to visit, bumping across the not so well graded track to the house in the rather battered Rover David used as day to day transport. It might have been one of the few things he kept and kept and kept. Everything else about him was new and fresh. As indeed it was with Denise-

Sally and Josie met “her,” at the door. She wore a lightweight wool two piece suit in pale blue grey. The collared jacket had elbow length sleeves and a nipped waist and its base flared out over the waist of the skirt, which was fullish, just below knee length. She wore black nylons and black patent heels. Her jewelry was gold; fingers ears and neck, Her finger nails were carefully manicured and beautifully lacquered. Her face was immaculately made-up and the natural hair wig, in David's color of soft brown, the perfect compliment. She was carrying a black patent handbag - a very good one.

Both Sally and Josie were a little taken aback.

"God Da... Denise," Sally said, unexpectedly shy, "you look terrific. I'm impressed."

"Oh, me too," Josie said. "I think you look lovely Denise."

"Thank you both," Denise had said. "That's very gratifying."

It took David only three more weeks to ask Sally to marry him and her about three seconds to say yes. In the interim they had seen Denise at least as much as they had seen David, either at the farm or at his home or, on occasion, when they went out for a meal together. In that time they both learned a great deal about both David and Denise.

It was interesting and enjoyable for Sally and Josie to come to understand the two different characters. Denise was more outgoing than David. For example. she was a drinker. and. a smoker and he did neither. He was quiet and rather retiring; she was extroverted and gregarious. Sally enjoyed the complexities and the fact that he really was two people. David's office was invariably untidy and undisciplined. At home, Denise was immaculate. David's clothes, despite their obvious expense, always looked a little unkempt; Denise was always perfectly groomed, even in the most casual wear. David was an attractive. but ordinary looking man. He was thirty nine. Denise, if anything, looked slightly older, but glamorous. In "her" high heels she was five feet ten. She wore, usually, quite exotic make-up and the wig, which had cost nearly eight hundred dollars, was a full head of soft light brown waves, falling to just above shoulder length. It was stuck down to the front of David's balding pate with spirit gum. Her body was totally without hair, arms, legs, body, neck and she treated it twice daily with expensive lotions so that it was soft and creamy and utterly unmasculine. She wore, almost always a long line waist nipper. and being slightly overweight, this tended to push amounts of fatty tissue up to the upper torso which she then gathered in with tight but well fitting bras to give the appearance of very realistic looking breasts. She spoke in a lilting semi falsetto always with a disarming smile. She was, in two words, totally passable and rejoiced in her public persona, getting out into town as much as was possible. But even at home none of the character was lost and she remained completely Denise until David reappeared ready for the surgery.

It was Denise's infectious enthusiasm as much as the thought of the holiday itself which caused Josie and Sally to be so excited about the "honeymoon,” and their preparations. until Josie went into hospital, were endless. Their one major challenge was to find a way for Denise to wear a swimming costume and be as realistic as she insisted upon being. Of course, she wanted it to be "glamorous" and she wanted to have a "figure" The solution was time consuming and expensive because they bought five costumes before', they finally found one which worked and even then it needed substantial modification. The end result was a one piece Lycra suit in an aquamarine color, high cut at the side because Denise had wonderful legs and wanted everyone to see "all" of them. Around the elastic high sides Sally sewed a strip of shirred material which moved away from the edging just below hip height and dipped into a shallow curve across the line of Denise's bottom, back to the edging on the other side and then dipped sharply towards the v of her (slightly bulging and needing to be covered up) crutch, smoothing into a curve again to rejoin the edging where it had begun. So much for that small Problem. Denise also insisted on wearing a waist nipper under the costume and it had to be a short line item because otherwise it would have been too high for the low cut back of the costume. So where the upper line of the nipper caused a slight ridge to appear beneath the costume another narrower strip of shirring which provided interest to the above waist line of the costume and covered the line of the waist nipper Next was the bust. With a lower line of waist nipper the same bosom effect was not produced so Denise had to resort to artificiality. A pair of soft form inserts were sewn into the formed cups of the costume. The end result was excellent. Although it would never get wet above the waist (Denise was loath to get her hair wet) in it she looked terrific.

With bookings and preparation made there was only the fact of Josie's convalescence to attend to and they could get the wedding over and get away.

Josie would have liked to have come out of hospital in style, dressed. walking freer) rosy cheeks, a picture of womanly health But as it was she couldn't. She was well enough to leave hospital and complete her recovery at home but she was not well enough to walk without help. Resigned, she left the hospital on the arms of David and Sally, in a nightie and dressing gown.

But at home, in just three more weeks, she was fully recovered and ready for anything David had teased her, but realistically, about having to wait now for some months, before she could use her new body in the manner in which it could now be used and she responded, rather cheekily, that in the meantime she had already discovered what he fingers were really made for.

Josie was very proud of her new body and tended in these warm summer months not to cover it as completely as she might. But no one complained. They were all by now familiar enough with each other not to be too concerned about partial or even total nudity. After all David was Sally's lover and Josie's doctor and Denise was, to all- intents and purposes, another woman. Josie's full nubile body was mad for bikinis and she had bought four of the for their trip. When she paraded them for Sally and Denise prior to packing, Denise commented that all the boys would be after her.

She smiled cutely and responded.

And all the men will be after you darling, won't they?"

They laughed at this and Denise asked:

"Who'll be after Sally then?"

"The girls maybe," Sally replied, cocking one eyebrow.

"Would you go to bed with another woman Sally,” Josie asked?

"I do every night, darling, don't I. I've come to enjoy it."

The wedding was a very quiet affair. Sally had no one particularly she wanted to ask and neither did Josie. David asked a doctor friend, who also knew Denise, to attend and two earlier TSs with whom he and Denise were both still friendly. Both of them made attractive, suburban women, but both lived alone.

If Sally looked good for her wedding, it was Josie who stole the show, as in fact both Sally and David/Denise had intended. For her it was a sort of coming out and Denise had provided clothes accordingly. Not exactly conventional bridesmaids gear, Josie wore an amazing form fitting, strapless dress in orange/red Thai silk with a complete matching set of underwear made up of strapless torsolette, panties, half slip, and stockings. Her shoes were the same color, three inch heeled stiletto courts. She looked stunning.

But next morning, after a night at home at the farm, it was Denise's turn. All three of them dressed up for the plane trip to the far north, but Denise went super glitz.

She wore crystal white underwear of garter belt, long line waist nipper, bra and slip over sheer tan nylons and white sling back heels. The dress was white lightweight linen, a fitted bodice with cap sleeves and a shallow V, billowing into a full circle skirt.

When they boarded the aircraft to travel north all three of them turned heads. It would be the pattern of things to come. Three beautiful women on a good time holiday always attract attention.

The End

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