"In The First Flower of Womanhood"
By Priscilla O'Farrell
Miss Helen said, "First I'll put some panties on you."
"Please give me the frilliest, most girly panties you have", I asked.
She showed me padded panties that were pink with black ruffles. "How do these look? They're specially designed to make a boy look and feel like a girl."
"They look wonderful, Miss Helen."
I stepped into them and she pulled them up my legs.
"Ooh lala, Master Priscilla!" Miss Helga exclaimed."Are you ready for that many ruffles?"
"These and more" I replied.
Miss Helen then strapped a bra to my chest & filled the cups with padding.
"This will create the illusion of a bosom", she said.
"Someday, Miss Helen, it may not be an illusion", I replied, to approving smiles from the other ladies.
"There's plenty of time to decide that, dear. And now it's time to choose a corset."
"I want the one that will make me look the most curvaceous."
"Curvaceous? " Miss Helga asked. "Where did you learn that word?"
"I think I read it somewhere, Miss Helga."
Miss Helen smiled. "It will be THE word to describe you, Master Priscilla, no matter which one you choose."
I chose one that looked the same as that which Miss Helen was wearing when I first saw her. She laced and hooked me into it, then asked how it felt.
"It's very tight, I'll need to breathe right", I replied. I was okay after a few seconds, then Miss Helen rolled stockings up my legs & attached them to the garters.
"Looking good so far, Master Priscilla", Miss Helga remarked. "I hope you feel as nice as you look."
"Thank you. I hope Kathleen thinks I look nice."
"She will, dear" Miss Helen said. "Now I want you to put on your petticoat."
I stepped into the frilly white garment & pulled it upward. Miss Helen adjusted the shoulder straps.
"We're now ready for your blouse and skirt. How do want you neckline and your hemline?"
"I want a high neckline and low hemline, please, Miss Helen. I like modesty in girls, and now that I'm a girl I want to project that same modesty."
"I'm glad to hear you say that."
She helped me put on a white blouse, then I pulled up a skirt that had a below-the knees hemline.
"Oh, I also have to choose a wig."
Miss Ingrid laughed, "Who said anything about a wig?"
"Miss Helen, I can't go out in boy's hair!" I protested.
"She's only teasing, Master Priscilla. I think you'll look nice in a red shoulder-length wig."
"You're probably right. Both my Mom and my Aunt Jen--um, my favorite aunt, have red hair, so I want to look as good as they do."
Miss Helen did put a wig on me, applied some lipstick and other makeup, & had me step into a pair of high heels. The final item was a pair of gloves.
"And now, Master Priscilla, are you ready to gaze into the mirror?"
I took a deep breath, then said, "Yes, I am."
She asked the other ladies to stand on either side of the mirror, and she asked me to close my eyes.
"Ladies, please remove the blanket". I heard it fall to the floor.
"Please open your eyes, MISS PRISCILLA!"
I opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror. Looking back was (if I do say so myself!) a pretty female in a feminine suit and long red hair. I stood in total silence for a few seconds, then I
exclaimed, "THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!"
"It's a happy moment for me, too", Miss Helen said.
After she hugged me I asked Miss Ingrid, "What do you think?"
"You're quite pretty, Miss Priscilla," she replied.
"Thank you. Miss Helga?"
Miss Helga looked me up and down a few seconds, then said, "My dear Master Priscilla--"
I grimaced when she said that!
"I mean, my dear MISS Priscilla--"
That won her a smile and a curtsey.
"You look like you are in the first flower of womanhood."
"I do, Miss Helga?"
"You do, Miss Priscilla."
"Miss Helga, that's one of the nicest--no, that is THE nicest think anyone's ever said to me!"
All three ladies hugged me. Then the doorbell rang.
"May I answer the door, Miss Helen?"
I thanked her and walked into the hallway.
TO BE CONTINUED!