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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 20
🕑 Added 2020-08-31 08:23:36 +0000 UTCAs promised my dad did call and confirm his visit. He would be in town on business for two days and he had two evenings free. The first night I had to cheerlead at one of the boy's basketball games so seeing dad that night would have been a problem. Mom suggested that Dad spend that evening one on one with Mikey. The next night would be my turn to spend time with Dad. Even though I wasn't crazy about seeing Dad on one for an entire evening I knew there was little else I could do. As much as my brother annoyed me at times, he would have at least served as a buffer for me. I was pretty nervous about seeing Dad again.
I was already at the game the first night when Dad came to pick up Mikey and take him out. I think they were off to the mall to hang out at the food court and then do some shopping. Dad promised Mikey he would buy him some video games and some sports stuff. I hoped Dad didn't want to take me out shopping too. What would I end up buying?
The next day after school, Mom told me my father said he would be there to pick me up around 6 or 6:30.
"Did he say what we where we were going?"
"He wasn't too sure what to do so I suggested he take you out to a nice restaurant for dinner. This way you could wear something nice and show him what a lovely girl you've become."
"Mom! I didn't want to wear anything dressy tonight. I just want to wear my jeans and a sweater or a plain top."
"Well, that is out of the question. Your father made reservations at that nice new French restaurant. It's very fancy so you will have to wear one of your pretty dresses. And I don't want any backtalk from you. After you take your shower, we can look through your things and pick out something appropriate for tonight. I want Daddy's little girl to look extra pretty."
"Mom, that's so dumb. Why can't I just wear nice jeans?"
"Because they're inappropriate plus this is the first time you've seen your father in quite some time and I want him to see how you have blossomed and matured into a beautiful young lady. I don't ask you to do too much for me but this is important and I want you to look extra special nice so get a move on. We have a lot to do before your father arrives. Your nails need to be done and we'll have to do something cute with your hair. And Danielle, make sure you shave your legs since you will be wearing a dress tonight. So no games, please."
I knew enough about my mother's mind now to know her strategy. She knew I would look and have to be a lot more feminine in those clothes rather than my jeans. And I also knew how strong-willed a woman my mother could be so I just nodded in agreement as I grabbed my robe and headed off to take my shower and to shave my legs and underarms as well. Doing this was second nature to me but tonight I felt somehow different. I was quite nervous.
After I dried off and liberally applied some lotion to my body, I rejoined my mother in my room. As I expected she was standing in my closet looking at my clothing. I didn't own that many dresses so we only had a few choices.
"Danielle, how about this red and black one?"
"I guess." I really didn't care that much what dress I wore.
"You can wear it with your black slingback heels. They go nice with it. And you can wear either black stockings or your nude shade. What do you think?"
"I don't know? I guess the nude ones will be better. Black makes me feel like an old lady sometimes."
"Do you have a pair or do you need to borrow one of mine?"
"I'm not sure. Look in my drawer. They should be right on top."
"Okay, let's see. Yes, you have a few pairs. Let's just make sure they don't have any runs." She said as she removed a pair from my drawer and inserted her hand into each leg holding them up to the light to check for any runs. "These look fine, honey. I'll lay them on the bed for you. Well, I'll leave you alone so you can do your nails and make-up. Call me after you get decent and I'll help you with your hair. I plugged in your hot rollers to give your hair some curl. Now don't dilly-dally either. It's getting late and your father said he would most likely be here closer to six."
"Ok, Mom."
As soon as she left I expertly put ten or twelve large and medium curlers in my hair. I remembered how I struggled with curlers earlier in my feminine life and now it was so simple for me that I did it without even thinking. I grabbed a bra and panties from my underwear drawer and stepped into my panties and pulled them into place. I took the pantyhose from the bed, sat down, rolled up the leg, and pulled it up. After I repeated this
step for the other leg, I pulled them up to my waist. Although I liked the way they made my legs feel, I still never felt entirely comfortable in pantyhose. They were more than a bit confining but there was something
extremely feminine about hosiery and I was sure that was also part of my mother's plan. After I stepped into my slippers, I removed my robe, slipped on my bra, hooking it in place, and then put my robe back on. I looked through my nail polishes and picked out a reddish-brown shade that complimented the red tones in my dress. I quickly and expertly applied two coats and then had to sit there for about ten minutes to let them completely dry.
How would the evening go with my father? I wonder how Mikey made out last night with Dad? I only got to talk to him for a few seconds this morning and he really said very little. He was a typical boy when it came to
conversations-one word answers. I asked Mikey if he told Dad anything about me and he just grunted something that I couldn't understand. Boys could be so frustrating at times but knowing my brother I'm sure he had a few things to say to Dad about me.
What would Dad think of me? I know he knows that I've been dressing as a girl for some time but he physically didn't have to see me or look at me so I wasn't all that sure how he would feel. I hoped he wouldn't hate me.
As I sat there at my vanity I started to apply my makeup like I did on so many other occasions. I wore some makeup almost every day, even to school. Naturally, the nuns were strict but we were allowed a little pale lip color and a touch of foundation and mascara. On weekends and special times, I would wear a bit more and somewhat darker colors for a more mature and dramatic look. I applied my foundation and blended it in carefully. I spent quite a bit of time on my eyes, applying eye shadow, liner, and black mascara. My eyes and hair were definitely my two best features. I noticed a few stray eyebrow hairs, which I plucked before applying some dark shadow to them.
I called my mom to help me with my hair as I sat down and started to remove the curlers. They did the trick since my hair was now very curly.
Mom had a knack with hair so I knew she would be able to nicely style it. After she combed it out a bit, she styled it for me. She left a few longer curls hanging down the front and pulled the rest back with some pretty hair clips.
"Very nice, honey. Your hair looks nice. Let me just spray it a little and you'll be all set. Oh, you should wear your heart necklace. It will go perfectly with that dress. "Let me hook it on for you."
I was now all ready to put on my dress. I removed my robe, sprayed a little perfume on my body and hair, and then stepped into my dress. I didn't even feel funny having mom see me in lingerie anymore.
"Here, let me zip you up, honey."
I turned away from her and she proceeded to zip me up. I slipped on my shoes and stood before the mirror for my final look. I had to admit that I looked nice, certainly more mature than my normal look and undoubtedly, much more feminine. I'm sure I looked just the way Mom envisioned for me.
Almost on queue, Mom spoke. "Honey, you look so pretty. You look so grown up tonight."
"Thanks, Mom. But I would have felt much better if I was wearing my jeans like I wanted."
"Well, I think this looks much nicer and it's much more appropriate for dinner with your father so stop being such a baby. You look very nice so don't worry. You'll be fine, Danielle."
"Do you need to go to the bathroom before your Dad gets here? I know how you are when you get a bit nervous."
"Yes." I laughed. Mom was right. She knew me oh so well. "You're right. I do have to pee."
After I finished my business it was time to head downstairs to face my father for the first time in over a year. It seemed like I was always walking down these stupid stairs to confront my biggest fears. And my fears always centered on a man, either my father, Kyle, my cousin, or my brother.
Somehow we got through those first awkward minutes and the next thing I knew we were in the car, almost at the restaurant. I don't even remember much of what we talked about but I think my dad was talking mostly about his travels and stuff like that.
"Okay, this looks like the place. Mom said they have a parking lot in the back so I can park there. Are you hungry?"
"I'm a little hungry, daddy."
As we entered the restaurant, I could feel a lot of eyes on us as we were seated. My dad was a pretty good looking guy and I'm sure I looked pretty good myself that night despite my complaints. I felt really strange when the waiter pulled out my chair for me to sit but knew enough to smooth out my dress and sit down. I turned to the waiter.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure, Mademoiselle."
Oh great, I thought. Now I'm being called mademoiselle right in front of my father. How embarrassing is that? To make matters worse, he took my napkin, unfolded it, and handed it to me as my father seated himself with a smile.
"So how is my little Mademoiselle doing tonight? I still can't get used to you this way, if you know what I mean." My father said with a laugh.
"I'm a bit embarrassed, too. I can't believe the waiter called me Mademoiselle but I'm doing okay I guess."
"Well, what else could he call you? You certainly look like one. So how is everything else? How are you doing?"
Over dinner, we talked about school. I spent a lot of time talking about a few of my favorite teachers and some of the class projects we were involved with. I talked a lot about some of the television shows I watched, especially American Idol and Dancing with the Stars. Dad laughed and said he hasn't watched either show but he did hear about them.
"I guess you don't watch many sports now?"
"Not really."
"But I know you know a little about football. Your mom and brother mentioned you're a cheerleader now at your school. But I guess you cheer for the local Catholic Boys School, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Do you like being a cheerleader?"
"I guess," I said. I felt funny talking about something so girly to my father.
"Are there a lot of girls on the squad?"
"Not that many. There are twelve in total, six upper-class girls and six new girls," I answered hoping he would move on to a new subject. I felt really awkward talking to my dad about being a cheerleader, especially since it was an all-girl cheerleading squad. I hoped he didn't ask me about our uniforms. It was bad enough with me sitting here in a dress.
"So, do you have a lot of friends?"
I told Dad I did. I told him about a lot of the girls at school and we talked about Sandi and a few of the other cheerleaders."
"How about boys?"
"Only girls go to Mount Saint Mary's, daddy,"
"I know but you cheer for a boy's team, right? And I'm sure some of your friends are interested in boys."
"Yes, that's true."
"So do you have any boyfriends?"
Oh shit, I thought. Did my stupid brother tell him about Kyle? What should I do? I wondered.
"Sure, I know some of the boys on the team and we all hang out together at times."
"Well I'm not sure how I should say this but your brother mentioned one boy in particular. I think his name is Kyle. Mikey said you see him a lot and he kind of hinted he's your boyfriend."
Oh no. I knew that jerk would not be able to keep his big mouth shut. Now my dad knows about Kyle.
"Yes. I do see Kyle sometimes. He's a really good friend."
"Mikey made it sound like he more than just a good friend. He said you go out with him on dates and you're always talking to him on the phone. So, is this guy, Kyle your boyfriend or did your brother get it all wrong?"
"I don't know, daddy. We've gone out a few times, that's all. Its really no big deal, daddy."
"I don't want to pry but your brother said you get all girly and silly when he's around and that you get all dressed up when you go out with him. It sounded to me like Kyle is more like a boyfriend than just a friend."
"I guess he is then. I just never really thought about it like that," I said somewhat defiantly.
How long have you been dating him?"
"A few months. I've known him since I tried out for the cheerleading squad but he asked me out a few months ago."
"Dani, I know this probably will sound funny to you but I'm not sure if you understand teenage boys all that well. I mean you really need to be pretty careful around boys, especially around boys who like you and find you attractive."
"I know a thing or two about being a boy, daddy."
"Well yes but not recently so I'm not too sure about how much you know now. And boys go through a lot of changes in their early teens so what you remember about boys may not be all that current. And, don't forget, you're a bit out of practice too if you know what I mean. Kyle is at the age when his hormones start to change his body and his mind."
Oh crap. Now my father is giving me a bird and bee talk. I wanted to curl up and die right there in this stupid French restaurant. I could see the waiter running around screaming that the young Mademoiselle has perished
right before his eyes. But my father didn't notice my look of shock and he just continued charging ahead.
"And all those changes can make any teenage boy pretty aggressive and pretty persuasive about getting what they want from a girl. You do know what I'm talking about, don't you Dani?"
"Of course I do. I'm not that dumb."
"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure. I mean you do look very convincing in this role but despite how you look outwardly, you need to be very, very careful." Dad was talking very quietly now and he leaned in even closer to me. "I mean you and Kyle are playing for the same team, Dani and you have the same equipment, too. So if Kyle is a normal boy he could get very, very angry if he ever discovered that fact. It could be a very ugly situation. And it could be dangerous for you too. I'm sure you've seen stories on the Internet and television about hate crimes and all."
"I know," I said even though I really never paid much attention to any of those stories.
"Good. So has this Kyle boy kissed you, Dani?"
Hell, it was bad enough talking to my mom about kissing Kyle. Now I was sitting in some fancy restaurant with my Dad and he was asking me all these personal questions. Dad must have seen the surprised look on my face as he continued to talk.
"Daddy! This is ridiculous. "
"Dani, I know this is hard for you to talk about but we really do need to discuss a few things and I don t have a great deal of time. But you need to believe that I only have your best interests at heart. I love you and your brother very much and I only want to make sure you both are safe and happy. So, don't be embarrassed. I'm not here to embarrass you."
As he finished speaking the waiter brought our entrees over to us. Looking down at my plate, I softly responded to my Dad's question.
"Yes, Daddy. We've kissed."
"Have you considered Kyle's feelings in all this? Do you think you're being fair to him knowing what you are hiding?"
I was stunned. I never really thought about it from Kyle's viewpoint. I was always more concerned about my feelings and keeping my secret safe.
"Geez, I don't know. I never really thought about it but I guess it's not fair. I'm just so confused, daddy." And now I was more confused than ever. Talking to my father was forcing me to look at the situation from a completely different vantage point.
"I know none of this is easy for you. And I know I wasn't much help to you during all this. Your mother is a strong-willed woman and somehow I think she's been manipulating you more than you want to admit. I'm still not convinced this is really what you want."
"I guess. I don't know. I'm not really sure what I want either," I responded in a confused state of mind as I nervously toyed with my hair and crossed my nylon-covered legs. "I'm so confused with all this," I said almost in tears.
"Don't get upset. I'm sure you are very confused. I can only imagine what these past few years have been like for you. I mean you were always a normal kid and until that one summer, you never showed any signs of not being totally normal. You were friendly, outgoing. You were a typical kid. Then out of the blue, all this blossomed," he said as he looked over as if to acknowledge my feminine dress and appearance. "But if this is what you want, that's fine. I'm not judging you at all, Dani. I'm just trying to make sure you're really doing what you want."
"I know Daddy."
"And I know I haven't been the greatest dad but I had issues I had to deal with but I'm fine now. I have a good job and my life is totally back on track. I have a really nice apartment with an extra bedroom. So, what I'm trying to say is that you can come live with me if you want. It would take some time but I'm sure we could get the courts to allow you to live with me if that is your choice. At your age, the courts give your preference a
great deal of consideration. And with the uniqueness of your situation, I'm sure there would be no problem."
"Really?" I said almost in total disbelief. I was surprised that my father cared for me enough to even offer this option to me and I was even more surprised that I now had a real choice."
"Yes. It could really happen. I mean it would take some time if your mother tried to fight it but if she agreed, it would be pretty straightforward. But all that really depends on you. And if you live with me you could resume your old life."
"Wow." That was all I could manage to utter.
"Listen I know this is a lot to digest so I don't want you to give me an answer right now. Take some time and think about it. I just wanted you to know that you do have some choices now. And Dani, I will love you no matter what you decide. I'm your Dad, regardless."
"Thanks, Daddy. I love you too."
I don't remember much else about our conversation after that. We finished our dessert and dad paid the bill. On the way out, I had to use the ladies room before we drove home. Dad said he had to go too. I felt weird as we
parted company in the vestibule. He headed into the door marked Monsieur while I used the door marked Madam. As I sat down to pee, I couldn't help but think of all the times Dad took Mikey and me into the men's restroom with him. And now tonight we were using separate facilities. And I knew Dad wasn't struggling to pull down his panties and pantyhose like I was. I smiled at the thought of my dad struggling with women's lingerie. After I finished, I washed my hands, re-applied my lip color and rejoined my dad who was standing there waiting for me.
"Boys are always faster," he said with a laugh. "Just one more benefit."
"Daddy, that's gross," I said but I couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at subtle humor.
When he dropped me off back home, he gave me a hug. "So, think about what I said. I'll call you in a few days."
"I will Daddy. You gave me a lot to think about." And I knew he really did give me a lot to think about. I was so confused.
I talked to my mom for a few minutes. Naturally, she was very curious to know how our well our dinner went. I told her it was nice but that the place was a bit too fancy for me.
"I would have preferred wearing my jeans and going to McDonald's for a hamburger."
"You're too much. I'm sure your father thought you looked wonderful in your dress. Did he compliment you?"
"I don't know. I guess so," I lied. And the stupid waiter kept calling me Mademoiselle all night.
"How sweet. What did you expect him to call a pretty young girl? You certainly don't look like a monsieur."
"I guess. Mom, can we talk tomorrow, I have a lot of homework tonight and I'm tired," I said as I escaped to the safety of my bedroom. Once they're alone, I changed out of my dress and removed my make-up. As I unhooked my bra and removed my panties and hose, I wondered what it would be like not to have to wear such feminine things anymore.
I tossed and turned a bit before falling asleep and into a strange dream. I was a boy again. I was on my old baseball team and we were playing at the U.S Championship. We were playing some team with all really big kids, much bigger than us but we were holding our own. I was the pitcher and I held them to two runs. Our team had yet to score and now it was the last inning. We were down to our last three outs.
Billy, our first batter, struck out on three swings. The next two guys got on base so the tying run was now on second. John was now up and I was in the on-deck circle praying that John would not hit into a double play to end the game. He did hit a weak ground ball to third but they only got the force out at second. With two outs I went up to the plate and took my practice swings. I looked at a called strike one, followed by two balls. I knew this next pitch would be right down the middle. The pitcher reached back and sent a fastball flying towards the plate. I swung with all my might and hit the ball solid driving it deep towards the left-field wall. The outfielder ran to the wall and leaped up. Our fans all cheered as we watched the ball sail over his head, landing in the third row of seats. I had just hit the game-winning home run.
Everyone was cheering for me and my teammates carried me all the way into the locker room before the commotion finally died down. I now stood by my locker and started to undress to take a shower and get dressed. As I removed my jersey and pants I stood triumphantly. My teammates all were starring at me now, some were pointing and laughing at me. They were all standing around in their white underwear; some of them had towels around their waist. What the hell were they doing? What was so darn funny?
Then I looked at myself. I was standing before them in my underwear, too. But it wasn't really mine. I was standing there wearing a pair of silky pink panties and a little pink flowery bra. And to make matters worse I had pink nail polish on my toenails. I wanted to hide my embarrassment so I opened my locker door to get dressed. But my locker only contained a girl's clothes. There was a pretty dress, high heels, and some lingerie, along with a girl's make-up case. Everything in my locker was for a girl.
All the guys starting laughing at me, calling me a fairy queen and other mean names. All that name-calling made me feel worse. I started to cry as they all circled around me calling me a big baby girl.
I awoke in a sweat in the safety of my pretty room, filled with my stuffed animals and dolls. Would my future be one filled with happy dreams or one with constant nightmares? What should I tell my father? And what about Kyle? As I drifted back to sleep, Kyle was clearly on my mind. I began to dream of Kyle. We were alone in my room, lying in bed together. Kyle was naked and he looked magnificent, lying there so masculine. I was wearing a pretty camisole and panty set with little hearts on it. Kyle drew me closer to his strong body, indicating he wanted me. And I knew exactly what he wanted as I eagerly began to suck his rock hard cock. I loved sucking him. It was so good. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted him to cum and cum and cum. Kyle was my guy; he was all mine. I knew it and he knew it too. I smiled as I drifted more deeply into my dream-like state. And somehow I knew tonight would be a wet dream for sure.
