wxhluyp: Regardless of how uncomfortable it made the scrawny teen boy, mother always liked to say ho
wxhluyp: Regardless of how uncomfortable it made the scrawny teen boy, mother always liked to say how I was a “femme fatale with killer legs”. It would be occasionally that she took me early out of school for our secret day trips out together, or impromptu weekend trips abroad, that she packed clothes for me. Invariably I would end up in a skirt or dress ensemble of some kind. Her favorites being the tiny skirts and high heels combinations that showed off my legs. Where for the longest time I bemoaned not being able to choose the clothes that mother packed for our trips, when she finally granted it to me, I had already found myself changing. Changing in a way that at one time I thought inconceivable. The weekend away, when I emerged at the hotel lobby, nothing was said as mother simply smiled with delight. When finally given the choice of packing my own clothes, it included not a single article of boy’s clothing. Not the only change, it didn’t go unnoticed as my stride took on a distinctly and confidently feminine demeanor, swaying my hips, and enjoying the attention of every male in the room. -- source link