I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms

I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 12
Sue gets a makeover and Mitch gets something for himself.

“Well Mitchell. What do you think we should do now?” said my Mom.

“”Why don’t we go to one of those professional make-up stores in the mall and get you a make-over?” I replied.

“Whatever made you think of that Mitch’” she said.

I had been thinking while looking at the pictures that my Grandma always wore beautiful professional looking makeup, but obviously my mother didn’t know much about applying makeup on herself. I had the idea that I could take her to one of those shopping mall beauty stores were they do makeovers for people while the wait, so I suggested it to my Mom.

“I saw all of those pictures of your mother and noticed that her makeup was always perfect,” I said, “but I think you might need a little help with yours. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”

She did seem a little upset with me saying that but she agreed. We headed off back down Highway 5 to a mall where she remembered she had seen such a shop. We found the store just where she remembered it and found the makeover seat in the window was empty. My Mom strode boldly up to the counter.

“Hello, my name is Sue and I would like to get a makeover,” my Mom said.

“Do you have an appointment,” the girl at the counter said with a smile.

“No. Is that a problem?” said my Mom.

“No, but the only seat available is the one in the window. Is that a problem?”

“Not all,” said my Mom. “Are you going to start right now?”

“We sure are,” said the lady. “Why don’t you hop up in the chair and we will get started. Have you ever had a makeover before?”

“Let me explain dear,” my Mom said. “I chose not to wear makeup for many years but I have recently decided to start, but I know very little about the finer points, so please treat me like a beginner and explain everything.”

“I would be glad to. My name is Belinda and I am a certified beauty professional and I use only Lancá´me professional quality cosmetics.”

My Mom sat in the chair and the young lady started to explain. I sat behind the counter on a stool that seemed to be set up so people could watch so I sat and leaned onto the counter with my chin resting in my hands and watched intently. Belinda gave my Mom a facial scrub then moisturized before putting on some primer and foundation then going through all of the usual steps that I am beginning to get used to, brushed powder over the foundation, eye shadow then liner. She continued with mascara, powdered blush, lip liner, lipstick and lip-gloss.

My mom looked totally radiant when her makeup was finished. She was trying not to smile but she couldn’t help it. My mom now looked a lot younger than the 36 she was, instead of the mid forties old maid that she used to look like. Her eyes looked amazing, so big and bright. I was totally jealous and wished that I could get the same treatment and I convinced myself that one day I would.

“I notice you don’t have your ears pierced,” said Belinda. “Have you ever thought about getting them done? I would be glad to do them for you if you have a few moments.”

My mom looked at me as if to ask permission. I nodded my head and so she agreed to get her ears pierced. Belinda walked off to get a selection of studs to show my mother.”

“Mom,” I said gingerly. “Is there any way that you could let me get my ears pierced as well? Many of the boys in school have them.”

My mother thought about it for a few moments then agreed. “I don’t suppose your Dad will have too much of a problem with it. He used to have one himself when he was younger. Half the young guys who work for him have both ears pierced. Go ahead and pick some for yourself.”

Belinda was returning with a tray of gold and diamond earrings. “Belinda, my mom said I can get my ears pierced too.”

“That’s terrific,” said Belinda turning to my Mother. “I recommend these cubic zirconium’s with gold posts as good starters. I have enough here for both you and your daughter.”

My mother instantly developed this odd look on her face then she sucked in a chest full of air and closed her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” said Belinda realizing that something amiss. “I did I say something wrong?”

I held out my hand as if to shake Belinda’s hand and I smiled. “Hi Belinda. My name is Mitchel and I’m a boy.”

Now it was Belinda’s turn to be shocked. She took a sharp intake of breath and put her hand to her mouth and looked back and forth between my mother and me, then she held out her right hand and placed it in mine.

“I’m really sorry,” she said to me. “I hope I haven’t offended you, its just that you look so,” she paused to consider what she would say for a few moments, “cute!” she said.

“I suppose cute isn’t too bad,” I said.

“You haven’t done anything wrong Belinda so don’t worry about it,” said my Mom. “It’s just a shock to hear my darling boy be mistaken for a girl, again. It’s been a while since it happened, but it’s not the first time. I was only telling Mitch this morning how much he looks like my mother. My mother’s beauty is obviously in his genes.”

“And yours too. Please forgive me Sue but he looks very much like you. I was going to try to complement you both by saying you look like sisters but I guess I would be wasting my time now wouldn’t I?” said Belinda trying to make light of the situation.

“Mitch are you really sure you want to get your ears pierced,” said my Mom. “It may make you look even more feminine than you look now.”

“I’m not going to back out now Mom. I have wanted my ears pierced for a long time. When I comb my hair forward over my eyes I will look like the old me again Mom so don’t worry. I only look this way because my hair has been blowing about in the car.”

I hoped I wasn’t trying too hard but I really didn’t want this opportunity to go begging. I really wanted to feel the sensation of dangling earrings brushing against my face and neck.

“If you don’t like them you can just take then out,” said Belinda. “The hole will close up any you will never know.”

We all agreed to proceed and get both out ears done and we both chose the gold cubic zirconium studs. Mom said we could get real diamonds later when our ears were used to earrings. Yes it was a sharp pinch but the pain didn’t last more than an instant.

I felt really pleased with myself. Not as pleased as I would be if I still had my dresses, but having the earrings made up for it somewhat. I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair behind one ear with my hand. I knew I looked feminine and they knew it too, but they didn’t know that I wanted to look feminine. I also knew that I couldn’t go to school looking like this, but my usual heavy dose of hair gel would mat my hair down over my face making me look like the usual Mitch.

Before we left that beauty store Mom bought one of everything that Belinda had used on her and a couple of other lipsticks and eye shadows of different colors to experiment with and we walked out of the store with a hefty bag full.

On the way back out of the mall I noticed my mom shuffle straight past a couple of really nice dress stores without looking, almost like she was avoiding them.

“Hold on Mom,” I said and I turned to look at the nice dresses. She notice where I was looking and obviously tried to change the subject.

“We have got to get home for your Father coming back Mitch,” she said without reference to the dress store.

“Mom!” I said staring down my nose at her. “An attractive young lady like you should never go past a dress store without checking to see if there is anything inside that could improve her closet.”

“So what do you want me to do Mitch. Start buying every dress I see?”

“No Mom, I think you should check out a few dresses to see if there is one dress that you could buy. There is a big difference. I bet its years since you last went into a dress shop and bought a dress.”

“OK you caught me. I used to go in dress stores with my mother, but I never did like it. I was the martyr remember. I haven’t been is a store like this since my mom died.”

“So tell me?” I said. “With an attitude like that, how did you ever get a wedding dress?”

“Oh that was your father’s mother. She took me to a dressmaker and I got her to make me the plainest dress you could imagine. Just white silk with no frills. Long sleeves and a high neck line. You couldn’t see any part of me except my hands and face. I can’t believe looking back on things how totally silly I was,” said my Mother.

But at that moment her demeanor changed and she began to look assertive. “Let’s go and find me some nice dresses!” she said. She took me buy the hand and we strolled into ‘Pacifica’.

We approached the first rack of short cocktail dresses. My Mom ran her hands over some of them and pulled a couple off the rack to have a better look. “Do I need a dress like this?” she asked me.

“Are you going to any cocktail party or a high school prom in the near future Mom?” I asked.

“Not the right kind of dress for me you think.”

“Sure I could see you wearing a nice dress like that, but wait until you have the right occasion, then you can go out looking for that special dress for that special occasion. Why don’t you ask the sales assistant for everyday wear, to wear out shopping or going out for a meal? She will know what you need.”

One of the sales assistants came over and helped Mom find some nice dresses. The first that caught my Mom’s attention was a rack of soft stretchy sundresses in a host of different colors. She picked a blue one, a beige pattered one and a black one. Then the lady took her to the back of the store were the changing rooms are.

I occupied myself by looking through the fantastic cocktail dresses. I was looking at this one in particular with a stiff bodice and a soft layered skirt in a bronze and brown two-tone shimmering material with gold trim and no straps. I turned the dress around to find that it closed at the back with leather straps and buckles. I was astounded.

I held the dress at arms length wondering how wonderful it would be to wear that dress with matching shoes and jewelry and an evening bag. I was picturing myself when one the sales assistants came quietly up behind me. I didn’t know she was there until she whispered in my ear.

“Want to try it on?” she said.

I pulled my hands away from the dress. “I can’t try that dress on.” I said and turned towards her.

“Why not?” she said. “We have it in your size.” I wasn’t sure but she may have been a little condescending in her tone.

“My Mom is over there trying dresses on and she might see me.”

“So? If you can try on dresses, why can’t you?”

This young woman in front of me was very pretty and her makeup was beautiful. She was tall, slim and probably a little younger than my Mom. She was wearing a black skirt above the knee, a matching short sleeve jacket and a white lacy top that revealed a hint of cleavage. I didn’t want to tell her I was a boy but I thought I had no choice, so I whispered to her.

“I can’t try that dress on because I am a boy.”

Her expression didn’t change. “I thought you might be,” she said, “but that doesn’t have to stop you.”

“You serious,” I said. “You would let me try one of your dresses on even though you know I am a boy?”

“Sure!” she said. “I will even go over to your mother and tell her you went to the men’s store across the hall while she selects a couple more dresses. You go into that room and I will bring it over. What size shoes do you wear?”

I didn’t know if I should believe it or not. This woman that I didn’t know was going to let me try on this fantastic nine hundred-dollar dress, even though she knew I was a boy. I didn’t know what to think, but I knew I couldn’t pass up the chance.

“Well?” she said.

“Six in men’s sizes,” I said, and after she had looked around the store to see where everyone was she motioned me towards an unmarked door at the side of the store. I went in. It was like a storeroom with various dresses and things hanging from racks, then I noticed measuring, cutting and sowing tools. There were a couple of large mirrors and a tailor’s dummy. This must be a dressmaker’s workshop.

I was only there for a few seconds when the lady came back with two dresses, a pair of shoes and some tights.

“OK take your clothes off,” she said. I looked at her inquisitively but said nothing.

“That’s part of the deal,” she said.

I did no more than to throw off my sandals, shirt and shorts leaving me in just my bikini bottoms and I was already tucked back.

“Are you sure you are not a girl?” she said. Then she reached across me and placed her hand on my growing erection. My hands reacted slower than hers and I ended up with my two hands on top of her hand touching my penis through my bikini bottoms. She gentle rubbed the base of my backwards pointing penis with her fingers.

“I guess you are,” she said smiling at me. I had never been treated like that by anyone and I didn’t know what to do so I didn’t do anything. I let her take control.

I was very excited by her and wondering what was going to happen next. She was leaning into me now and her other arm was behind my shoulders. Her breasts touched my arm and chest and I could feel the lacy material of her bra from under her soft silky top. Her perfume was exciting and her presence was amazingly sexually stimulating.

She tilted her head towards me and kissed me full on the mouth. My eyes instinctively closed as I let her tongue ramble around my mouth and across my tongue for a few seconds. She was so delicious I felt like I could fall into a trance in her arms. She pulled back and looked at me. It took me a second or two to notice her eyes staring into mine.

“You haven’t done this before have you?” she said.

“Done what?” I said.

“You have no idea what effect a boy like you can have on some people. Let me tell you. As a boy I would find you totally uninteresting. As a girl I might find you quite attractive. But as a girl looking like you do with that packet between your legs you are phenomenal. From the moment I saw you I just knew that this was going to happen.”

“What happen?” I said.

I had no idea what she was talking about. I just wanted try on this dress but I was getting the feeling that she wanted something else as well. Then she handed me the now opened tights which I put on. They sent shivers through my body as I put them on, but I held myself together waiting for the dress.

She gave me the shoes. They were gold and glittery open toed pumps with an ankle strap with heels of at least 5 inches. I put them on and they fit perfectly even though I did not know how I was going to walk in them.

Then she handed me the dress. She had already opened the straps at the back. She held the dress for me to step into while leaning forward. I couldn’t stop myself from looking down her top and seeing her wonderful breasts cupped in a low cut demi bra. I could see the top of her nipples.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Here I was wearing nothing but tights with a beautiful sales assistant holding this fantastic dress open for me to put on. I was shaking, but I couldn’t stop.

I stepped into the dress and she turned me around to fasten the straps. The dress was wonderfully soft and silky on the inside and waves of pleasure were rippling up my legs and all the way up my body. My erection was straining inside by my bikini bottoms but fortunately it could not get out.

“This is a two,” she said, “but I also brought a four in case it was too tight.”

She pulled me in tight at the waist as she pulled on the lowest strap and snapped the pin into the buckle, releasing the pressure ever so slightly.

“Perfect,” she said. “Right first time.”

She roughly pulled and closed the second strap then the third. My body was being held stiff as the corset top of the dress was closed tightly around my upper body. She closed the top strap and a row of skin appeared above the top of the dress like breasts overflowing a small bra.

“Incredible!” she said. “You are a very beautiful boy. But before you see yourself I have one more thing to add.”

She pulled out a brush and brushed my hair back away from my face then she pulled out a silver tiara from her purse and arranged it on my head.

“Fantastic!” she said. Then she put her arm around my now slim waist and walked me over to the mirror.

I was a little rickety walking across the room but the sight I was in the mirror was astonishing. Sophia was back again. The rumbling stirring motion between my legs made me want to reach for myself but I couldn’t. I was with someone.

“The look on your face is gratifying,” she said, “and I think I know what you need now.”

She said walking around in front of me. She kissed my on the mouth again and her tongue wandered further around my mouth before she broke away, then she reached for a folded blanket that was sitting on the table beside us and placed it on the floor in front of my toes. It was only then did I realize what I was in for.

“Now it’s your turn to give something to me,” she said, and she got down of her knees in front of me. “Just don’t mess my hair!” she said.

The lady lifted my skirt above my waist for me to hold clear. I held it with two hands. Then she reached around my waist and pulled my tights and bikini top down onto my thighs. My erection sprung slowly up in front of her and she kissed and licked the end to stop the drops of pre come from dropping down onto my tights.

She took the head of my penis in her mouth and ran her tongue around the head under the foreskin. The sensations were astonishing and it took all my effort to hold myself still while this was going on. She had one hand around the base of my penis holding my skin back while the other was around my hips and between the cheeks of my ass under my dress holding me still. The sight of my penis disappearing into her mouth was astonishing.

She sucked for all she was worth and pulled her head backwards for me to feel the full effect. I could only wonder in amazement at the sensations I was feeling. Then she gently hummed from her throat as my prick went back inside her mouth till her nose touched my body causing a different sensation.

I looked up at the sight in front of me. From the waist up this pretty young girl looked back at me with astonishment in her eyes while this attractive blond woman impaled her face on my penis, but I could not keep my eyes open. She repeated this sucking and humming time and time again till I couldn’t hold myself any longer. I started exploding into her mouth and she moved her hands till she had one on each ass cheek holding me deep in her throat as she moved her head from side to side and hummed rhythmically.

All of my dick was deep inside her and her tongue pressed me against the roof of her mouth. One of my hands let go of the dress and the ends of my fingers pressed against the back of her head. I didn’t want this moment to stop but I just couldn’t last any longer.

She sensed when I had stopped coming and pulled back to start licking and cleaning the come from my tool. I could not stand this for more than a few seconds as the pleasure became so intense it began to hurt till I pulled myself away for her and she placed my penis back inside my bikini bottoms and tights and pulled my dress back down.

She then stool up in front of me smiling and looking very pleased with her self. She then kissed me full on the mouth again, but this time the taste was different and she was pushing a sweet creamy liquid gel into my mouth.

I realized then I was tasting my own come for the first time. It wasn’t unpleasant but just knowing that it was my come surprised me and made me want to pull back but she held me tight with one hand around the back of my head and made sure that I was not going to loose any of it.

I swallowed and felt its stickiness run down my throat. It felt oddly satisfying. I couldn’t have stopped her. I felt like all of my strength had just left my body through the end of my penis and all I wanted to do was curl up on the floor and go to sleep, but I knew I couldn’t. My Mom would be wondering where I was.

The moment was now passing. We relaxed our grip on each other and she looked into my eyes.

“You a virgin?” she said. I nodded my head. “Wonderful. I will have to get a photo for my scrap book.” Then she produced a small camera from her purse and took a picture of me.

“Can I see?” I asked and she showed me the image on the back. One hundred percent girl! I thought to myself admiringly.

“You can come back and do that again some time if you want you know,” she told me.

“Where do you live?”

“Laguna Beach,” I said. “I don’t have a car so I won’t find it easy to get here.”

“Never mind, how old are you anyway?” she asked.

“I will be sixteen in a couple of weeks.”

“Well what we did was technically illegal so do not tell anyone or you will get me in big trouble, but if you are ever passing this was be sure to look me up. And if you can ever arrange to come in here wearing a dress and makeup I will show you a time you will never forget.”

“I will never forget this!” I said. “But I don’t know your name!”

“And you don’t need to know my name. If you are passing and I am here then fine and maybe we can do something, if not then we just can’t. That is the only way I can do this. I work Sunday through Thursday from noon till closing.”

I had no choice but to accept. I was weak and unsteady on my feet for a couple of minutes and my boy parts were buzzing like I had been shocked with electricity. The pretty lady helped me take the dress off and get back into my boring boys clothes and get smartened up a little. She gave me the tights and I stuffed them in my cargo shorts pocket.

She went out of the room before me to check where my mother was. When she came back she told me that my mother had just gone across the hall into the men’s store to look for me with a large bag full of pretty dresses in her hand. I left the room still feeling shell shocked, walked out of the store and into the men’s store opposite, my Mother was coming out as I got to the door.

“Mitch where have you been I have been looking for you?”

“I had to got to the bathroom Mom and to be honest I don’t feel very well. Must be something I ate.”

“You do look a little pale dear. Maybe we had just better go home and you will feel better OK?”

I nodded my head and smiled at her then we left the mall and headed for the car. We drove home without talking much, apart from mom telling me about her new dresses and that fact that the sales girl had advised her to get her legs waxed which she would do while I was at school tomorrow.

School! I had not thought about school for the entire weekend. How could I go back to school after all that had happened this weekend? I would have to wear my hair down over my face again and go back to wearing baggy cargo shorts and multiple t-shirts.