A while later Mother looked up and said, “I don’t know what I’ve had called you if you had been a girl you know.”

I silently pondered what Mother was getting at for a moment. “Do you want to give me a girlie name now too?” I asked, with both sarcasm and concern.

Mother thought about her answer before replying. “No….” She said, “But maybe you might want a girls name until your exams are over?” She paused. “I mean, you did say you preferred looking like a girl rather than just dressing like one…. I just wondered. That’s all.”

“Oh…. I don’t know Mother.” I looked at my long slim stocking clad legs poking out beneath my little black dress with the little red flowers all over it. I Looked at the way the gel in my bra made my chest stick out. “I guess I enjoyed today more than I expected…. I mean…. I was horrified when you gave me a bra.” I gulped. “But with all the make up and stuff….” I stroked my leg. “I guess I like the way it all feels…. in a way.” I looked up at Mother.

Mother smiled and said, “Well so you should. You look very nice Dear.”

I smiled and fiddled with my hem. “Thanks.” I said.

“Just make sure you don’t wear it during the week.” Mother Said, “I don’t think Mrs Barnes would approve.” She added.

“OK.” I said. I felt a tinge of disappointment sweep my face. I think Mother noticed to.

Mother and I silently watched the TV for a while as the clock ticked towards my bedtime. The clock chimed eight and as usual, I got up to get ready for bed. Washing my face took seemingly ages as I wasn’t used to removing make up. I was expecting to turn back into ‘me’ once I’d removed it all, but no… I still look ‘pretty’. My newly pierced ears and my shaped eyebrows gave my face a pronounced feminine appearance, even without any make up!
After brushing my teeth I went to my bedroom and slipped out of my clothes. I hung the dress back in the wardrobe, and carefully placed the hold ups on my dressing table chair. I stepped into a clean pair of white knickers and pulled on a nightie. I was somehow nicer wearing my very own knickers for a change.

I brushed my index finger over one of my finely arched eyebrows and observed my reflection, before rubbing a bit of remaining eye liner out of the corner of my eye. “At least I can touch my face again.” I thought as I looked to make sure I had washed all my make up off.

I pulled on my dressing gown and made my way back downstairs to watch some more TV. Mother glanced up as I entered the lounge and sat myself down. “Feel better love?” Asked Mother.

“Yeah kind of.” I replied, half sighing. “At least I dare touch my face again.” I added.

Mother chuckled, “Yes I know what you mean.” She paused and shifted her gaze. I could see she was looking at my chest area. “I’d have thought you’ve have taken your bra off for bed love.”

I looked down at my chest. “Do you think I should?” I quizzed.

“Well, its entirely up to you…” She said in return, “I just thought you’d be eager to get out of it.”

“Erm… I thought I had to wear it all the time.” I sheepishly replied.

“Well… yes.” She replied, “I wouldn’t have got you them otherwise!” She added matter of factly. “But girls don’t normally wear a bra in bed.”

“I suppose.” I muttered, “I’ll take it off before bed.” I added as I smoothed my knee length nightie over my hairless legs as I curled up in the armchair. I glared at the screen as I pondered the days events. My new school uniform which, although not ideal, should be far better than what I have been wearing. I’m almost looking forward to wearing it… almost!

I also remembered my outburst at being bought a bra (or six). My subsequent chat with Cheryl and the way she made me look this evening! I glanced down at my chest, then to my smooth knees which emerged where my nightie ended, and back to my chest again. I guess wearing a bra does make me look more normal. From my point of view anyhow. Although I’m sure if my friends saw me like this they’d think I was anything but ‘normal’.

Before long, the clock chimed nine and it was time to go to bed. Having said goodnight to Mother, I climbed the stairs, removed my dressing gown and slippers before dropping the straps of my nightie so I could remove the bra and slid myself into bed.