The final couple of days were spent getting everything ready, selecting all the appropriate things to wear, take, making sure I had everything set aside to go into my new floral American Tourist luggage, after all Beth needed her own luggage too. I opted to stay somewhat conservative in my clothing choices as well as my boobs. I had two sets of breastforms, one D’s and the other B’s. I knew for at least now I was going to go as a 36B, not a 36D in spite of the fact not only was Mom busty but was all the women in her family who I resembled.
That Wednesday evening prior to my departure I went to bed early and in spite of drinking a bottle of California Chardonnay I still tossed and turned in anticipation. God how I wanted some sleep but it was obvious this wasn’t going to happen so finally about 5:30 Thursday morning I turned off the alarm set for 9 AM and climbed out of bed.
After a shower making sure my body was hairless, the electrolysis I had begun a year ago on my face was sure doing it part for I only had to shave a few hairs off my face for the first time since the weekend. After patting myself dry I powdered my body, slipped into my pink terry cloth robe and proceeded to start my final preparations. I did my nails, both finger and toe, in a soft rose shade before applying my make-up. After my war paint was on I began to dress. I knew I would be leaving probably 3ish so I figured I would dress as a businesswoman on her way out, my favorite look. I put on the brown pinstriped skirt to the suit as well as the white silk blouse, leaving the matching jacket for later. Under all of this I was a typical 35-year-old woman, no slip because of the lined skirt, a white Playtex Cross Your Heart bra, white lace camisole, and coffee shaded Sheer Energy pantyhose, no panties though so no VPL. I slid into the brown suede pumps and started to pack my luggage. Perhaps the only difference between myself and a GG were the breastforms nestled in the plain bra cups, my nude waist cincher and the padded panty girdle giving me those nice round hips one expected of a woman my age.
As I packed I checked off the items on the list I had been putting together for the past week and a half. Make-up, curling iron, wig stand, spare pantyhose, the red and white outfit I had bought for church on Sunday, my jeans and Reeboks as well as the ankle socks to wear with them, bras, panties, shoes, and even a red purse for Sunday, they were all there. I checked and double checked before I loaded up my brown leather purse with everything a woman should have, made sure I had all of Beth’s credit cards, my driver’s license, and keys.
I loaded my luggage into the trunk of the Thunderbird and went back into the house; it was barely 12:30. My stomach was churning both from nerves as well as hunger, the only thing I had fed it so far today was probably too many cups of coffee, so I decided to get something to eat before heading out. I pulled on the matching suit jacket, grabbed my purse and trench coat and went back into the garage. My hands were trembling as I hit the button on the transmitter to open the garage door. I started the car, pulled it into reverse, and backed out of the garage. As I backed down the driveway I closed the garage door and headed off. I stopped at a local Big Boy and had a salad and iced tea before I filled the gas tank, I love how the guys stare at my legs in this above the knee skirt, then headed to the expressway and my journey to acquaint my mother with her “daughter.”
I took my time driving across the state, actually driving the speed limit, and enjoying the scenery and sunshine through the windows and the open moonroof. I also noticed as the truckers would take their time passing me and were admiring the scenery of my legs as my skirt had hiked up a bit. Yes I loved every second of it and even waved and smiled at them. Finally I reached my exit and got off the expressway. Right there was a gas station so I topped the tank off, went to the ladies room to get rid of the iced tea from lunch as well as the Diet Coke I had to sip on for the drive, checked my make-up, and gathered my courage. As I drove away I knew it was only a couple of minutes away I lit up another of my Virginia Slim cigarettes and hoped for the best. I turned down Mom’s street, tossed the cigarette out the window, and pulled into her driveway.
My hands were trembling as I opened the car door, and my knees shaking as I stood up after sliding out of the car as ladylike as I could. There were only two steps leading up to the porch but it seemed like a zillion of them as I climbed them. I stood there for a second gathering myself together before I pushed the doorbell button. My stomach churned as I heard some stirring inside the house and the doorknob turn.
