The so-called ‘vitamins’ that I had been taking every day turned out to
be female hormones. The first inkling I had of the truth was when I
noticed lumps under my nipples. I confronted my aunt who explained
that she merely wanted to keep my masculine drives under control and
that the slight changes to my body were only a temporary side effect.

Tracy was aware of the changes, of course, and made a big deal out of
the first time I filled out a 34B bra without padding. My hips had
added weight as well, making my panties fit better.

I had been masquerading in skirts for almost four months when Aunt
Helen informed me that she considered me convincing enough as a girl to
risk a trip to see my mother, who was temporarily out of jail pending
appeal. This involved an unescorted plane flight and my first solo
outing since my feminization.

The morning of my trip found me sitting in the foyer looking out the
front window. I was wearing a burgundy suit with a white see-through
blouse with a standup collar revealing an utterly feminine white lace
slip. I had wiggled into cream- colored control top panty hose and
beige leather pumps. Tracy had made me wear an underwire bra that
urged my breasts into prominence.

Gold hoop earrings, an antique locket, a tennis bracelet and several
rings completed my ensemble. I toyed idly with my necklace until it
was time to leave.

Aunt Helen and Tracy drove me to the airport and stayed with me until I
boarded the plane with my overnight bag and burgundy purse.

As I minced to my aisle seat, a wave of humiliation came over me. I
had let two females take away my masculinity and now, without anyone
guarding me, I was trying to pass myself off as a girl! I had allowed
myself to be petticoated and then cooperated in learning to become more
and more ladylike.

My skirts were hiked up dramatically as I stood on tiptoes to store my
bag. As we took off, I crossed my legs and began reading a new romance
novel. The men in the adjoining seats openly admired my legs and I
even allowed a wisp of my frilly slip to remain on display.

The novel contained a steamy scene where the young heroine, on her way
to the New World, was slowly seduced by a handsome pirate.

With my male equipment tucked away and inoperative, I couldn’t respond
to the sexy passages in the normal way- instead, I noted with alarm
that my nipples hardened and the only gratification came from bouncing
my leg and swinging my pump on and off with my toes. Even
unconsciously I had acquired feminine gestures!

Just before we landed I took my cue from the females on the flight and
freshened my lipstick and checked my hair and makeup.

When we landed, there was the customary rush for the exit. I waited
for the plane to empty, since I didn’t want to get tripped up rushing
in high heels. I normally didn’t have to think about my heels, but I
had only four months practice while these real women had had years and
years.

I collected my things and slowly walked off the plane. It wasn’t hard
to spot my mother; she was wearing melodramatic dark glasses as some
sort of disguise.

I walked up to her and whispered a hello. Her eyes went wide as she
recognized me. “John! Is that really you?” We hugged like mother and
daughter. I was embarrassed to realize I was so feminized that I had
been concerned about my makeup as we embraced.

Not knowing if we were being watched, I instructed her to call me
Heather as we walked outside and took a cab to the hotel. With the
driver listening, we didn’t talk much during the ride. Mom spent most
of the time inspecting me and smiling a funny kind of smile.

When we pulled up to the hotel, I remembered my training and let men
open the doors and take care of the luggage. Once in the room, my
mother couldn’t stop raving at my impersonation. She ran her hands
over me and nodded as she hefted my breasts and patted my hips.

“I know this has been a tremendous sacrifice on your part, John, but
I’m so happy that you’ve accepted Helen’s program as well as you have.
Since you’ll have to pretend to be a girl for awhile longer, let’s make
the best of it and pick out something gorgeous for us to wear to
dinner!

I had expected my mother to let me revert to being a boy as long as
possible, but instead I found myself spending our limited time together
shopping to look even more feminine.