“Ok, let’s go and find one,” Donna said with a huge smile. “And just so you know, I like you wearing my things too, El. If I’d had a daughter instead of a son, I’m sure we’d have shared a lot of my things. My mother and I loved to share her pretty things. This is going to be so much fun!” She gave him a hug and a sweet kiss, then took his hand and led him off to her old bedroom.

They spent over an hour going through the clothes she had outgrown. She showed El where everything was, and after trying three or four nighties on him, they both chose a lovely white lace nightie with white lace trim that had delicate pink ribbons and bows worked into the lace trim. It had been Donna’s favorite nightie when she’d been ten.

The moment El saw it, he said, “I want to wear that one, mommie. Please? It’s so pretty, and it even matches the panties I have on.”

“I sort of guessed you’d like this one, El. It’s the nicest one I’ve ever owned. I always felt so pretty when I wore it, and I bet you will too.” As she held it up for El to slip into, she told him. “Please be careful with this gown. It’s very delicate. The lace is all hand made. It was very expensive.”

“I promise I will,” he said as his mother let the sheer fabric slide down over his slim, hairless body. “It feels so good on me,” he gushed as she adjusted it on him. His erection soon became very obvious. The silky feel of the nightie was the best thing he’d ever felt against his young body. It was almost as if delicate hands were caressing him all over. “This is amazing! I’m going to sleep in a nightie for the rest of my life, mommie,” he said once he was able to talk.

“It looks very nice on you, El,” she told him honestly. “As I recall, there’s a pink ribbon for your hair that came with this nightie. Would you like me to put that on you, too? A pink ribbon always looks so sweet in blonde hair like yours or mine.”

“I guess so, if it goes with the nightie. Is that ok?”

“Sure, hon. Like I said, it’s fun sharing my pretty things with you. Let me brush your hair out first so it looks nice.”

Donna ran the brush she had used as a girl through his shoulder length blonde hair and admired the sheen of it. As she was the one who always cut his hair and didn’t like doing it, she’d let it grow long, trimming only the front into bangs when it began to get in El’s eyes. It was much the same hair style she’d had as a girl. El didn’t mind as he seemed to like it that way. She then slid the ribbon under the back of his hair and tied it on top of his head with a perfect bow. With his hair pulled back by the satin ribbon, his delicate ears and long slender neck were exposed. Donna thought he looked totally adorable, and he did.

After moving him over in front of the full length mirror, she turned him to face it. “Look how lovely you are, El,” she enthused. “You’re just as pretty as I was in that nightie. How do you like it?”