Christopher To Chrissie

Maybe, maybe, when it all began, it was meant as a form of punishment, a form of humiliation. But now, Christopher Johnson liked how he looked as he stood in front of his mother�s full-length mirror.

Over the years, he had grown to love his look, his private look. And his mother and family had accepted and possibly grown to love it as well.

The dress was a little bit mature for the sixteen year old. Dress up always is a little over the top for the sixteen year old. It was very pretty and Christopher loved the way the shoulder straps exposed his bare flesh and made his neck look soft and delicate. The natural curve of the taffeta and silk made it look like he had curves. Of course, the push-up bra gave the impression of cleavage and the way the belt hugged him in close at the waist and flared out around his hips made him look like the woman who was intended to be wearing the dress.

It had started at the dinner table. His mom had sewn a beautiful dress for his older sister�s prom and she refused to wear it. She had picked out the pattern and material and after his mother worked so hard on it she didn�t like it. She thought it wasn�t sexy enough and the fight at the dinner table came to a halt when Christopher opened his mouth teasing her and telling her that it was a pretty dress and she should be happy to have it.

His sister turned to him and uttered the words he would live to regret. �Then you wear it!�

Now, he was wearing it. Of course, he still had a boy�s face and his exposed legs were covered with a fine mat of hair. He blushed as he felt himself continue to grow erect inside the underwear and panty girdle. His body was betraying him again.

His mother was making adjustments to the fit and pinning the dress for the second time. His sister had gotten her way and purchased another dress and now Christopher was wearing his mother�s creation while she made the final adjustments before he would be going to the prom, too.

His big mouth had gotten him into a situation that he only half regretted. He never wanted to admit his secret desire to dress up like his sister and look pretty, but it was in his heart. And now, he was living a dream, well, he hoped it would be a dream and not a nightmare.

He would be double dating with his eighteen year old sister and going to the senior prom with a real guy and he would be dressed as a girl, too! His mother was humming to herself as she finished up the last inseam.

�There. Perfect. Chrissie, I think you are going to look just wonderful in this and it makes me so happy to see it on you. I can�t begin to tell you how much my heart is beating over just how nice you look.�

It was crazy. Christopher had never worn a dress before and now he was getting ready to be served up on a platter for some senior he had never met. It was terrifying and kind of neat in a bizarre fashion.

He came out of his reverie as his mother unzipped the back telling him to quickly get undressed and into the shower.

�C�mon, Chrissie, you need to shave yourself clean before we miss our salon appointment. They called to say the extensions have arrived and they are waiting to do your hair and nails.�

Christopher stepped out of the high heels and unclasped the padded bra. He rubbed his chest where it had pinched his flesh. His mother handed him a pink razor and a tube of shaving jell. He realized he was still semi-erect standing there in his French cut bikini panties as he quickly hurried into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later and with a lot of effort, Christopher stepped from the shower. He was clean-shaven from head to toe. He had never had a lot of facial or body hair, but now it was all down the drain. As he dried off, he was getting a lesson in how to apply moisturizer and lotion all over his smooth skin.

His mother stood there examining her son critically. She approved of the way he had trimmed his pubic hair and told him so. After all, she said, a young lady needed to look proper in such tiny, delicate underwear and Mrs. Johnson felt comfortable sharing intimate secrets with her new daughter.

Chris put on a clean bra and padded it with panty hose. Then he tucked himself back into the matching bikini panties. He liked the pretty things and while he didn�t look much like a girl, he liked the attention he was getting.

His mother had borrowed some of his sister�s clothing for the day. He examined the tiny shorts and top then he pulled them up over his smooth legs and slipped the matching top over his head. He blushed, as he looked himself over. Pink was certainly a girl�s color.

He felt self-conscious as he got in the car. He briefly wondered what would happen if someone saw the teen-age boy wearing a girl�s sun suit on his way to the salon. But, before he could think about it, he was dry swallowing two tiny white pills that his mother held out.

�Valium, sweetie. They will help to make the afternoon float by.�

Chris was feeling no pain by the time they reached the salon. He needed a little help getting out of the car and through the door. He was surprised when the two technicians greeted him with hugs and air kisses. As he was led to a chair, he flopped into it. He grinned and laughed realizing just how high he was from the pills. As Chrissie was unceremoniously tilted backwards until he was almost prone, he giggled. As the chair rose up to working height, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he awoke, his mouth was dry and he was a bit dizzy and disoriented. His mother�s reassuring voice told him where he was and that he should open his eyes and see just how pretty he looked.

It took a minute to get used to the lights and find his reflection in the mirror. Chris was glad he wasn�t wearing make-up because the mascara would certainly have run with the tears of joy that poured down his face.

He looked outstanding. His fears of being embarrassed were washed away as he swallowed another pill with a small glass of water. The reflection in the mirror was of a pretty girl with lovely brown curls cascading down to her shoulders. As he turned his head he realized that the golden glint was the hoop earrings tethered to his newly pierced earlobes.

As he reached up to touch his ears, he saw his newly extended nails, now painted a glossy pink reflected back at him. He certainly was pretty!

As the small pill took effect, Chrissie watched the ladies make up his eyes and then his lips. He was surprised that his lips looked so full until his mother mentioned the collagen injections.

�We couldn�t resist, Chrissie. You looked so sweet and carefree sleeping there like that, so I had the girls pierce your ears and give you some injections. No boy will be able to resist kissing those lips. And just wait until you find the other present you received while you were asleep!�

Other surprise? Chris moved and felt something shift on his chest. He realized he was naked under the cover. Somewhere along the line, someone had removed his top and his bra. His hand ran over to his chest instinctively and protectively. That�s when he discovered the surprise. The look on his face revealed his shock.

His mother soothed him. �That�s right, you now have little breasts. Don�t worry, it�s only collagen and it�ll eventually dissolve and disappear. But, now when you put your bra back on, you�ll have something to fill it up with. Your date will not only get to kiss beautiful lips, but when his hand slides under your top, he touch warm, delicious flesh.�

Chrissie realized that he was touching his own breasts and getting excited. He had forgotten that he had an audience as he explored his new chest and was amazed how responsive his nipples were to his touch.

He also realized that another part of his body was responding to his touch. And he blushed with embarrassment.

Chrissie continued to admire the pretty girl in the mirror as he took the offered bra from his mother and pulled the sheet back to see himself in the lights of the salon. His breasts were not as big as his sisters were but they were pretty and round and his mom was right. He discovered, as he got dressed again that they did fill up his bra.

As he sat up, his mom asked him if he wanted to receive two more injections. Chrissie shook his head as if he didn�t understand.

�Honey, we didn�t want to make your bottom nice a round and cute while you were asleep because it meant someone would have to hold you up. But the girls are ready if you are.�

Chrissie stood up. He needed a little help getting his shorts off. Thankfully, he didn�t need to remove his panties and with a retuck, he felt comfortable. As he was bent over by the technician, he felt a cold swipe of alcohol and cotton swab against his bottom and then a sharp prick. Five minutes later and it was over. Using a hand held mirror, Chrissie was amazed to see his once flat rear end now was pretty, round, and very pert.

He needed help putting his shorts back on. He was a little dizzy as his mother helped him out and into the car. It was a bit of a blur as they rode across town and back home and all Chrissie was thinking about was tomorrow night and the prom.

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