Written on March 25th, 2012
I was young, probably about 8 or so and I had been playing all day with my sister (10 year old stepsister actually). My father passed away about a year earlier. It didn't seem like a big deal but somehow I let my sister talk me into dressing like her girlfriend to play house. It seemed harmless ...and my stepmother thought the same when she came to get us for dinner. The meal was put on hold and she took me into her room and we talked about our game. Somewhere out of that she curled my hair and put lipstick and makeup on me. I remember thinking how much older i looked. We had fun that day, and during dinner I listened how to stand, walk, sit, talk and otherwise behave "like a young lady". After two days of developing a new feminine persona under her steady tutelage, I was dressed up in one of Cin's Sunday best dresses. Before i realized what was about to unfold, we were in the garage, and then in the car pulling away from the house. It was still exciting up to the point she pulled into the parking lot of the mall. Of course, I pleaded to stay in the car. It would be fair to say my face burned with embarrassment for the next few hours. We stopped in several stores and my mother bought me what seemed like an entire wardrobe of clothes. I could not bear to look at the sales clerks as they rung up everything from dresses, skirts and blouses, to panties, makeup and jewelry. I can't remember if it was then, but I also remember when she bought my a training bra with the assistance of the sales lady. I remember that my knees shook with embarrassment. Over time, I learned to enjoy my trips shopping with my mother.