Jame’s mother sat him back down at her vanity, and took his hands in hers and manicured his nails, coating them with a glossy hot pinknail polish that matched his lipstick, leaving him with perfectly shaped, long glossy nails and very feminine-looking hands. She retouched his make up on his face, where his tears smeared his mascara and eyeliner. Then took him by his soft feminine-looking hands and led him back into the living room, where she made him walk back and forth until he got his stride right and was walking the way a proper young lady should.
The unfamiliar height of the three-inch glistening black pumps was causing his feet to hurt a little, and he mentioned it to his mother. She told him that it was the price that we girls have to pay if we want to look good and attract the boys. After about ten minutes more of walking back and forth, his mother finally gave him a break and let him sit down next to her on the sofa, but not without proper instruction, telling him how a young lady wearing such a short skirt should do it, especially when she chooses to wear such a stiff petticoat under such a short dress, unless she really wanted the boys to see the pretty pink lace-trimmed panties that he was wearing. Then she asked him if he was that kind of a girl. He answered her, telling her, ” No, Mother, I’m not. I’m not even a girl.”
Mrs Tompkins turned and looked hard at her son, and told him that from now on he WAS a girl, and that he was to call her ma’am or Aunt Agatha and nothing else.
James just nodded his head, and said, “Yes, Aunt Agatha.” He would try to remember.
At the dinner table, Mrs Tompkins gave James a couple of purple pills to take, and told him that they were vitamins. He would be taking them three times a day until this ordeal was over. They had dinner, although James didn’t eat much. Then he slipped on the white ruffled-edge pinafore and was made to clear the table, do the dishes, and sweep up the floor while his mother, sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a cup of coffee, watched and directed his every move.
When James was finished, she told him how nice it was having her pretty young niece staying with her, and to find her so sweet and willing to help out with everything that had to be done around there. James was still wearing his high-heeled pumps, and his feet were in pain. All he wanted to do was to sit and rest a while. But his mother had other plans. Until bed time, she told him, he was going to learn how to dance like a girl. Then she put on some soft music, and took her son in her arms, and for over an hour she was teaching him how to dance the girl’s part in both slow and fast dances. By the time he finally got to his room, he was really tired. His mother had laid a pretty royal-blue nylon shortie nightgown set for him to wear to bed. He just looked at it with dismay, and slipped it on and climbed into his bed, and died until morning, with his mother banging on the door telling him to wake up and get ready for school.
He got up and went in to take a shower. By the time he was done and back in his room, his mother had already placed his clothes for school on the bed. She was calling for him to get dressed as fast as he could, and then to come into her room to have his hair and makeup done. James put on his white lace bra and panties, pulled the tan-colored pantyhose up his legs, and pulled the lace-trimmed satin slip over his head. He picked up the blue and white minidress, with the puffy, quarter length, see-through sleeves, and slipped into it. He slipped his stockinged feet into the pair of patent leather, navy-blue skimmers with half-inch heels. James found them very comfortable and easy to walk in. His step was light and airy, and he liked the way they felt and looked on him.
He then headed to his mother’s room, where he had his makeup put on and his hair styled and blow-dried into almost the same style he had it in last night. She fastened the large white lace bow into his hair, and told him how sweet he looked on his first day of school as a girl. They went downstairs and had breakfast and he took his vitamins.
His mother gave him a shoulder bag to carry. She told him that everything he would need for the day was in there, money for lunch, an extra pair of pantyhose, and his new wallet with all his new identity papers–everything a proper young lady should carry, including a Kotex in a tissue wrapper. On the chair was a new royal-blue wool jacket with large gold buttons. He was going to wear it when they left for school. His mother told him that from now on, she was going to drive him to school, and pick him up when it was over.
After school that day they were going to go shopping, and get some more things for him, so that his wardrobe would be complete. While they were on their way to the school, she told him that she thought it would be a good idea if he went and tried out for the cheerleaders. She was sure he would look really cute in one of those short-skirted outfits, and she knew that it would really turn the boys on. He would have a list that would be endless of all the boys that wanted dates with a pretty young cheerleader like he would make.
