At last the exercise was over and I was given another teenage romance
novel to study until bedtime. I had to write down each outfit
mentioned and guess about what underthings would be appropriate.

Finally, under Tracy’s direction, I put my hair up in rollers, creamed
off my makeup, took my ‘vitamins’ and applied the lotions. I slipped
into a pink baby doll set and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of lace and
lingerie.

The next morning I showered with a cap on and dusted myself with
scented powder. Tracy knocked on the bathroom door and told me that we
were going to the mall and I was pick out my own outfit.

With my hair up in curlers, wearing a pink terrycloth robe and
selecting dress from my closet, it struck me that anyone seeing this
would have a hard time believing I was a boy.

I finally settled on a simple black sheath with little cap sleeves. I
laid it on the bed and picked out a pair of black leather pumps with
little roses on the toes.

Concentrating, I slipped on a pair of nylon panties and a new pair of
off-black support pantyhose. I had to slide my male equipment down
between my legs to give me a credible girlish front.

I donned a padded black bra as Tracy had showed me by hooking it up in
front and then twisting it around into position. Next I tugged on a
black full slip and adjusted the shoulder straps.

I sat down and took the rollers out of my hair and brushed it out. It
still looked good!

I sponged on some light foundation and managed to get my mascara on
without smearing it. A little blusher and lip gloss completed my
makeup.

I stepped into my dress and shrugged it over my shoulders. What a time
I had zipping it up! I stepped into the heels and minced over the full
length mirror. The dress was kind of short, but not too inappropriate,
I thought.

Remembering my fashion magazines, I clipped on a string of pearls and
pinned on a silver broach. I would have changed earrings but my ears
still were too sore.

I carefully descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. Both Tracy
and my aunt went into another round of gushing over my feminized self.
They complimented my on my choices and even made me hike up my skirts
to show them my lingerie.

After a light breakfast, Tracy gave me a shoulder bag and we all drove
over to the mall. I was a little more confident slipping out of the
car this time and even managed a smile when my aunt commented on what a
racket we three were making in our heels.

We visited clothing stores, one after another. Dressed as a boy, I
only caught a quick glance at ladies lingerie in stores. Now, here I
was not only slowly examining frilly little undergarments, but I was
forced to consider actually wearing them! It was embarrassing to
consider how much of a sissy I had become virtually overnight.

I’m sure I blushed as the salesgirls folded each piece and carefully
packed them.

The two females seemed to have unlimited energy as they helped me try
on outfit after outfit. I wound up with two everyday dresses, plenty
of blouses and skirts, a strapless cocktail dress and a suit.

The shoe store was next and I noticed the clerk looking up my dress as
he fitted me with each pair. I tried to remember Tracy’s training and
understand that girls really didn’t mind a little ogling.

My aunt and Tracy made all the selections and I wound up with two pairs
of truly towering pumps, one with open toes, a pair of strappy sandals
and a pair of red ballerina flats.

I was exhausted when the two relented and, loaded down with boxes,
returned home. I was storing the purchases when Tracy entered my room
and casually mentioned that we were going to a dance that night!

The thought of a boy reacting to my girlish appearance revolted me but
Tracy explained it was just practice on how to act feminine.

After dinner, while Tracy was getting herself ready, Aunt Helen
concentrated on me. She started with a tight bustier, complete with
garters, and white glitter stockings. I wiggled into a red control
panty and caught a glance of myself in the mirror- I wasn’t the best
built female in the world, but I looked sexy.

She seated me at my make up table and pinned my hair up in a pretty
french twist complete with flowers. She made me up more dramatically
than before and tied a short crinoline around my nipped waist. I was
zipped into the sleeveless silver cocktail dress before buckling on the
strappy silver sandals.

She clipped on a fake diamond choker, silver ankle bracelet and
carefully substituted long dangling earrings for my “trainers”. A tiny
wrist watch, several costume rings, a liberal dosing with perfume and I
was ready.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I felt pretty! I made my way downstairs
to wait for Tracy. What a strange sensation- my crinoline was making a
racket under my dress while the garters tugged my nylons into
wrinkle-free perfection with each step.

I sat down carefully only to have the hem of my dress pop up to eye
level. My aunt laughed and explained that with my full petticoats I
had to sit on the very edge of a chair to keep my modesty.