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I looked into the eyes of the girl looking back from the mirror then said out loud “No turning back now Terri” and headed downstairs.
Mom had already made her way to the kitchen and was busy preparing dinner. When I reach the landing I greeted her with the normal “how was your day Mom?”. Without turning around she said “oh it was okay honey, how about you? Did you get out of the house and meet a few people?”. Using my girl voice I answered “Well mom Terry didn’t meet anyone but Terri did” giggling as I said it. Mom looked back at me for a moment before motioning towards the table and said “have a seat honey”. Although I hadn’t expected her reaction to be hostile I was not expecting this… she wasn’t even surprised… She began by telling me her obstetrician thought I was girl from the sonogram…
“Honey, Terri with an I was the name she we had picked for a girl and we just changed it to Terry with a y”. She confessed that she had known about my inclinations for a long time even before I had told her about the cosplay party. She had grown up with three brothers, knew what changes a boy’s body should take during puberty. She asks me not to be embarrassed but she has seen me naked and I did look like a girl from the back… or the front if I had underwear on. “Well Terri with an I what going on” she ask and patiently listened to my summary of the day’s events, in full, without saying a word. When I finished there was silence for a moment before with a puzzled look she asked “so they mistook you for a girl… why didn’t you tell them you are a boy, it’s going to be very awkward when you see them again.” “It doesn’t have to be, instead of telling them that I’m a boy I just become Terri… I mean mom there are very few kids around here and my choices are to be an outcast, a lonely nerd or I can have friends and a social life as a teenage girl”. I continued making my case explaining in detail how I planned to keep my secret. Mom waiting for a moment to be sure I was finished before then said “ok honey if this is what you want I guess it couldn’t be a better time or place to try”. With a worried expression she said “you do look very cute but what you are talking about doing requires passing under close scrutiny. You should limit your interaction with anyone for the next few weeks while we do “boot camp” for babes”. I looked down at my feet and whimpered “I don’t have a few weeks Mom… Jim invited me to a party tonight and is picking me up in two hours.”. Mom remained calm “let me take a closer look at you in the light” she instructed then pointed to the kitchen. “Not bad, maybe do something with your hair and makeup, but you appear to have the basics down, no body hair, good nails and feminine voice.” She said. Her voice was calm and supportive as she gave both criticism and praise without bias. It meant so much when she complimented my outfit (even noticed my nails match my shoes), but that didn’t last long lol… Concerned is how I would describe her expression while evaluating my chest, but I guess she saw the panic in my eyes and said reassuringly “a lot of girls don’t “fill out” until 15 or 16…. But you do have big nipples, that’s a plus it’s a shame they will be hidden by the silicon inserts” then handed me two of them. While determining the best position for them she explained the inserts in detail. They were designed for women that have breast removal surgery to provide an option to breast reconstruction. To be a valid option not only did they have to fill out a bra they had to look and feel real. Advances like computerized skin tone matching and 3D mapping and printing is capable of duplicating the size and shape of any breast. They were amazing, unbelievably realistic and I couldn’t stop staring. Only when I heard mom almost shouting “hey you, aren’t those the most perfect nipples? 65% Of men chose them when ask to pick the real nipple in a blindfolded nipple nibble test”. We both got a giggle out of that, “I don’t know if I am ready to be nibbled” I said with a hint of nervousness in my voice. “They will match your untanned skin since you have my skin tone it’s only slightly darker from being in the sun… no more topless sun bathing…now see honey they do match the untanned parts” holding one against my butt cheek. The next 30 minutes flew by, a blur of makeup, curling irons that ended when mom stepped back to look at her creation. “Honey you are beautiful” she said then made sure I had everything I needed in my purse before hanging on my shoulder. Hearing Jim’s truck coming down the road I quickly gave mom a hug and thanked her for being so awesome. Jim had pulled up to the house, mom kissed my cheek and we both said “love you” before I walked out on the porch.
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