Betrayed Ch. 07
Keywords: 07, Ch., Betrayed,
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I was really impressed that you can do all of this by yourself."
"Okay... I was just a little scared," I informed her, as I slowly calmed back down.
"Here, sit down and enjoy the breakfast you made, while I sit over here. You are an incredible child Tamara. Napkins, orange juice, and silverware all laid out in a proper setting. Who taught you how to do that?"
"M... m... my old mom," I admitted, not wanting to insult Conni.
"Baby, it's alright to talk about your mother from before, at least with me it is. We don't want you overheard in public doing it though. Rhiannon said that the rest of the world will think you're my other natural born daughter, so it might be difficult to explain, okay?" Conni coached, while readying a fork full of eggs to be eaten.
I had already stuffed a sausage into my mouth whole so I couldn't reply. I just nodded.
She laughed, "Tamara we will have to work on your girliness I can see. Girls take small bites honey. Don't worry about it right now though. I want to get us dressed and down to the shopping mall so we can go shopping wild."
"Is shopping fun?" I asked as I finally swallowed.
"Most girls enjoy shopping," she stated after swallowing. "I'm hoping you will have fun too."
"I will. I promise," I announced.
"You can't know that baby. I won't be upset with you if you don't like it. If you have fun or you don't have fun, I honestly want to know. I care about how you feel," Conni stated, with a slightly worried look on her face.
"Are you upset with me?"
"No dear. I am worried that I won't be a good enough mother to make up for what you have been through," Conni admitted, "I promise to try though. I just wish I could talk to your goddess once in a while and ask her advice."
"Oh, that's easy. You can talk to her any time, but you must promise to never call her the 'g' word in public. You would have figured out who she is sooner or later anyway. The first parent-teacher conference would have done it. Rhiannon is my teacher."
Conni's jaw dropped open, "Your teacher is a goddess?"
"Don't pass out again..." I said worriedly.
"Wow," Conni exclaimed, "Well, we better put our dishes in the dishwasher and go get dressed."
"Your dishwasher works? Neat!" I jumped up, opened the dishwasher door, and we both placed our dirty dishes in it.
We left the kitchen together and mom ran a bathtub full of pretty smelling bubbles for me to wash in, while she took a shower in her bathroom. I was still splashing around in the tub when she came in wearing a towel around her middle and top, with another one around her head like a turban.
She was carrying her cell phone, "Hello? Yes, Matilda? This is Conni Conway. I won't be in for work today. No, I'm feeling fine. I just have to go shopping with my daughter Tamara. She needs some new things for school right away. I didn't tell you about my, darling Tamara? Gosh, I felt sure I must have... Well, I'll swing by work sometime today and introduce you. Will that make up for it? Ha! Yes, okay I will. Bye-bye." Conni hung up the cell phone and tucked it into her cleavage for the time being.
"Well, you have had time to wash most of you, now I need to show you how to wash the girl parts," Conni advised.
When I was all clean and pretty smelling, mommy patted me dry with a big fluffy towel. I was then, spritzed all over with a moisturizer and mom sprayed FDS on my privates, which made me jump because it was cold.
Mom pulled some soft pink panties up my legs. When it came time to put my bra on, mom said I would have to wear the same one I had on yesterday, but that was okay because it felt good holding onto my jiggly nipples.
Mom had me wear a pink wraparound skirt with a blouse covered with flowers and a pair of white knee-high sock that she showed me how to double over the tops of my socks. She told me that would help keep them up.
She found me a pair of my sister's shoes that almost fit, and had me wear them. She wadded up some toilet tissue and stuffed it in the toes so they didn't fall off when I walked.
"Now what to do with your beautiful hair?" she mused, "I know, brush it out and use a couple of hair clips to keep it out of your beautiful eyes."
Once that was done she declared, "One more thing and I'll get started on myself." Conni took a small spray bottle and sprayed my wrists, neck and the backs of my knees, "There, now you're perfect! Do you want to watch me get ready?"
"Um... won't I see you naked?" I asked worriedly.
"Well, at least somewhat, but dear remember, you look like me now. Some day you will be wearing big girl clothes too. It's only fair too, I saw you naked," Conni laughed and kissed my cheek.
"Okay," I agreed, "It's all new to me. Who would have thought girls have a butt on the front and the back?" I shook my head in wonder.
Conni nearly fell down laughing at me, "I have never heard anyone put it quite that way sweetheart! Ah... I can see that looking at womanhood through your eyes is going to be an experience," she stated, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Come on then, let's take all four of our butts to my room."
Mom showed me how pretty big girl's panties are, how to put on pantyhose, and the difference between my training bra and one that holds up real boobies. She showed me how big girl dresses contour around a woman's hourglass figure, how to match colors and cloths, how to pick my earrings and jewelry, and how much more complicated doing your hair and makeup becomes when you're grown up.
Mom even put a little makeup on me so 'I would feel pretty'. I've never felt pretty before, but I think I like it.
We put together a purse that my sister used to use and then mom and I were off to the mall. I was really excited to ride in her Jaguar. The leather was as soft as butter, but I was careful not to get anything dirty. I kept my hands in my lap so she wouldn't get upset with me.
The mall was a scary and exciting place. When we were walking into it, I grabbed mom's legs and held onto her tightly. She waddled us over to the side and gently asked, "What's the matter hon.?"
"I'm wearing a dress... won't people laugh at me?"
"Relax will you, I'm wearing a dress too, and nobody will laugh at either one of us. Pretty women look good in dresses, and like it or not sweetie, you're a little fox. Remember, you are one of the people with a butt in the front and in the back now. Oh, and don't get nervous if boys are watching you. It just means they want to be your friend. Okay, are you ready now?" Conni explained patiently.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a sissy..." I apologized.
Conni stopped us and quickly squatted down to my level, "Tamara, don't ever apologize for being a sissy. You are a girl. If you want to be a sissy, or act like a delicate little flower, I want you to do it. You don't have any macho ass who is going to punish you for being a sissy and if anyone ever makes fun of you I'll hear about it and they will wish Rhiannon had dealt with them first!"
"I want you to go into that mall with me and act like the most sissy person in the whole place okay?" she ordered, with a smile on her face so I wouldn't be frightened.
"I'll try," I agreed.
We went into the mall and right into the first store with girl's fashions we came to, the Nordstrom's department store.
There wasn't a very good selection of dresses there and the jeans were very expensive. Nevertheless, mom was excited about all the pretty shoes. I saw a pair that were sissy to the max and I asked to try them on.
The store lady measured my foot and came back with the pink 'Linea Paolo ´Anabela´ Pump', in my size.
"I think these look sissy mom. Can I have them?" I asked with an earnest look on my face.
Mom smiled brightly and told the sales lady with the shocked look on her face, "Wrap them up. We'll take them."
Just like that and I had a pair of pink high heels.
Mom hugged me from the side and whispered, "Thank you hon.. I feel better, don't you?"
"Yes, I do feel better. Especially because you're happy," I told her with smile.
When mom was paying for the shoes, the sales lady told her, "Ma'am, I envy your relationship with your daughter. You have no idea how many young girls come in here fighting with their mothers over everything. I hope you know how lucky you are."
"Thank you. That's nice of you to notice. Tamara and I are more like best friends than mother and daughter. She's the most precious thing in the world to me."
We left the store with shoebox in hand and walked down the mall.
"Mom?" I whispered.
"Yes hon.?"
"Does the way your dress hits the back of your legs when you walk make you feel funny?"
"Well, I haven't thought about it in many years honey, but yes it feels nice. It's as if the dress is telling me I'm a woman with every step. Is that how it feels to you?" Conni asked back.
"It kind of makes me feel all warm down there," I told her confidentially.
"Do you like it, is really all you should ask yourself I think," mom informed me.
We slipped into the 'Old Navy' store and mom had me try on jeans and t-tops. It was apparently very important how your jeans made your butt look, so I spent most of my time showing my butt to mom who would hem and haw over whether they were acceptable or not.
I saw this pink linen ruffled skirt hanging on a rack as I went back to change out of another pair of jeans and into a new pair, but I slipped on the skirt instead and when I came out to model it for mom, she clapped her hands together and giggled into them. I blushed, figured that I must look stupid, and was getting ready to bolt back into the changing room when mom stopped me.
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Keywords: 07, Ch., Betrayed,