Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 12

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When I awakened the next morning, I laid in bed for a few minutes

thinking about last night. Did I really go to the dance last night with

Jason or was it all just a silly dream? I mean after all boys are not

supposed to go to Sadie Hawkins dances wearing a pretty gown, sheer

hose and high heels. But as I looked at my manicured hands I knew boys

were not supposed to have long, polished nails either. As I stepped out

of bed, I could see my lingerie from last evening lying on the floor

next to my high heels. I knew right then and there that last night was

no dream.

Sunday morning meant church services. Mom had gotten me in the habit of

attending church with her every week since she began my transition. I

looked at the clock and realized I had slept in later than normal. I

guess all the excitement of last night was even more than I realized.

Stepping over my lingerie I headed into the bathroom to take a quick

shower before dressing for church. I still found these naked moments

the most awkward. I felt more and more like a girl with each passing

day but yet, whenever I found myself naked, there was no doubt about my

true sex.

Mom always expected me to dress extremely ladylike for church services.

She thought it was respectful for young ladies to dress appropriately

for Sunday services so I could never wear a pair of pants or my Capri

pants. Mom always expected me to I wear one of my nice dresses,

pantyhose and heels. Although I had lots of really short mini skirts, I

usually opted for one of my more conservative dresses so I selected a

short-sleeved summer dress in a pale beige print. The dress ended a few

inches above my knee. I actually felt relieved once I was totally

attired in my pretty dress. And even thought it was warm I didn't even

mind that I had to wear pantyhose, a nice taupe shade that perfectly

matched my beige heels. I liked the way they made my legs look.

"Danielle, are you almost ready honey? It's getting late."

"Almost mom. I just need a few more minutes." I yelled back. My room

looked like a disaster with all my drawers open and stuff lying all

over but I didn't have time to straighten up. I'd just have to do it

after church.

Sitting down at my vanity, I quickly applied a very light coating of

foundation, applied some blush to my cheekbones, a quick coat of

mascara on my lashes and a touch of pink lip gloss on my lips to

complete my look. I was amazed at how quickly I could get myself ready

when I had to. I brushed my hair, fixed it with a few clips and sprayed

a bit of perfume on me before grabbing my bag. As was my practice, I

gave myself a quick look over in the mirror to make sure everything

looked okay and then joined the family downstairs. When I walked into

the kitchen I could see that both my brother and Jason were also going

to church since they were dressed a bit nicer than usual.

I looked over a bit sheepishly at Jason as our eyes met. I still felt a

bit awkward around him especially after last night's dance. Somehow the

dance changed things more than I thought. I mean he was so nice to me

all night and I still could blush at just the thought of his kiss.

"Wow, what a sleepyhead you are! I guess you aren't used to all that

dancing and excitement." Jason laughingly said.

"Yeah. I guess. I was more tired than I thought."

"Is everyone ready? Let's go. We're going to be late." Mom yelled out.

I just grabbed a banana to eat on the way to church and we all headed

out the door. Somehow a piece of fruit seemed appropriate.

Usually just mom and I went to church on Sunday. She generally let my

brother stay home so I wasn't used to him being around. And having

Jason and my aunt there made it a bit more embarrassing for me. I was

surprised that I still felt funny some times having people who knew me

as a boy see me so completely feminine. I thought by now it would be

more natural but it still was a bit awkward.

Since my transition mom and I started going to a new church two towns

over so there was little chance of us running into anyone from our old

church. Plus I never went all that much back then anyway. It seems

girls are expected to attend services much more often than boys. As we

took our seats in the pew, I could see Jason's eyes occasionally

checking out my legs. I caught him once or twice and he just smiled and

gave me a little wink. I could feel my cheeks actually blush a little

when he did that. Now how girlish is that?

I felt a bit awkward during the peace part of the service. That's when

all the participants either shake hands or kiss the people near them.

Mom and I always kissed each other on the cheeks like women do. My aunt

also kissed me. Naturally, my brother just ignored me and barely shook 

my hand. I went to shake Jason's hand and he surprised me by kissing me

on the cheek. Wow, two kisses in less than twenty-four hours.

Once mass ended we all piled back in the car for the ride home. During

the ride, mom mentioned that they had to drop Mikey off at his friend's

house for the day. They had some practice or something. Mikey evidently

had a change of clothes in the trunk. I knew mom and Aunt Alice had

some kind of lunch plans with some lady friends of theirs so I realized

that Jason and I would be alone for most of the day.

"Danielle, you and Jason will be able to fend for yourselves today I

assume? I left you some food in the refrigerator that you can make for

lunch. Hopefully, your aunt and I will be home in time for supper."

"Sure mom. We'll be fine. I can make us some sandwiches or grill a few

hamburgers if we get hungry. That will be okay, won't it Jason?"

"Oh yeah. Burgers are fine with me. As long as you don't burn them or

nothing."

"Jason, how dare you. I'm a good cook, right mom?"

"Yes honey. You've developed some excellent culinary skills. I must say

that you've surprised even me."

Naturally Mikey had to chime in next. "Yeah, Danielle is like our own

little Martha Stewart, aren't you, Danielle?"

God, he's such a brat, I thought as he exited the car at his friend's

house. Good riddance.

A few minutes later we were back home. I was surprised that mom and

Aunt Alice were leaving immediately for their luncheon and day out with

the girls. I just assumed they'd come in for a few minutes but mom said

they were running a bit late.

"Okay, honey. We're off. Now remember to take good care of your cousin,

Jason today. I'm sure he's in good hands, right honey?"

"Yes, mom. I'll take care of him."

"You have your house key, right?"

"Yes. It's right here in my purse." I answered as the car drove off

leaving Jason and I standing in the driveway.

At that second it dawned on me that I would now be alone with Jason for

the rest of the day. Even though we've spent a lot of time together

this past year, very little of it was one on one time. Most of the time

everyone was around so it felt a little less awkward for me. Today I

would have no one there to help me with those awkward moments. I would

have to fend for myself.

Nervously, I slipped the key in the door, turned the latch and Jason

and I entered into the living room. Being a true teenage boy, Jason

immediately announced he was hungry and asked me what I was making for

lunch.

"Don't forget, you told your mom that you would take good care of me.

So what are you making your boyfriend for lunch?"

"I don't know yet? What do you feel like?

"A burger or something would be good."

"Okay, I can do that. But I'm going to change first so I can get

comfortable."

"Ah, don't change. You look so cute in your dress. Can't you just stay

like that until later? Please. Besides, I'm starving now."

"Oh, alright. But someday you should try to stand around and cook in

high heels. They're not the most comfortable things to wear, you know."

"I know they're probably not that comfortable but they sure look nice

and I never had a girl cook for me before so it's kind of special.

Besides, you can change later."

So off I pranced into the kitchen to prepare some lunch for both of us.

Mom had some hamburger patties in the fridge so that was easy. I found

some rolls too.

"Jason, do you want some fries too? We have some in the freezer."

"Sure, that's great."

In a few minutes I had everything pretty much under control. The fries

were in the oven, the burgers were in the pan and the rolls were

getting toasted. I took out the ketchup, salt and pepper and some

plates and silverware. I was just getting ready to set the table when

Jason yelled out to me.

"Hey, can we eat in the living room. The golf tournament is on and

Tiger is in the lead."

"Sure. I guess we can. I'll bring everything in there."

I was glad that I helped Mikey out that day with his friends so I had

some experience with doing all these things. However, I still felt a

bit awkward carrying all this stuff in to serve Jason as he just sat

there watching me.

"You know you can help." I said.

"Yeah, I know. But cooking and stuff seems like something girls should

be doing and you seem to be doing just fine. Besides, I like watching

you work. You seem so natural."

"Oh sure. You're just saying that so you can just sit there on your

butt watching your stupid golf on television. All of you boys are the

same." I said half jokingly but with more than a hint of truth. Jason

was just like my brother and all other boys. They all would do anything

to avoid work.

"And all you girls are the same too."

I wasn't quite sure what that comment meant but I had a feeling I

didn't really want to know.

"Jason, everything is ready no thanks to you. Do you want to come in

and fix your burger or do you expect me to do that as well?" I yelled

from the kitchen.

Jason must have missed the sarcasm in my voice as he yelled back. "No,

you can fix it. Just put a little ketchup on the burger and fries. Oh,

yeah, and some salt on the fries too. Thanks."

What a jerk, I thought as I seasoned his hamburger and fries. Boys just

don't know how good they have it. I almost had to laugh at that thought

as I realized I was a boy too. Or at least I used to be a boy. I

certainly didn't feel very boyish right now standing in the kitchen

wearing a pretty dress and high heels as I made my date from last night

a hamburger. And yes, Jason was my date last night and he did go out of

his way to make me feel special. So why shouldn't I serve him a nice

meal? I guess he deserved it for being so nice. And it was in this

mindset that I found myself bringing Jason his lunch on a tray.

"Oh wow. Thanks. I was only kidding you about serving me but this is

really nice. Mom doesn't even treat me this nice."

"Well don't get used to it. I'll be right back. I have to get my food.

I don't have a maid like you do." I said jokingly.

I wasn't a very big golf fan but I sat down next to Jason since he

seemed so engrossed in the match. As I was watching it dawned on me

that my interest in sports seemed to be waning to. As I sat there I

remembered how involved I was in sports. I used to eat, sleep and talk

sports all the time. Not any more. Now my interests were decidedly more

feminine, much more in tune with the life of a teenage girl. I spent a

lot more time on fashion magazines, teen idols, music, dancing and

makeup. It was funny as I sat there thinking about all these things.

Here I was with my plate daintily sitting on my lap with my napkin.

Since I was wearing a dress my knees were pressed together and my feet

were crossed at the ankles. Meanwhile, Jason was chomping away at his

hamburger, getting ketchup all over his fingers and his legs were

spread wide open. It was very apparent to me at that moment that our

lives were going in very different directions. And I was beginning to

wonder which direction I really preferred.

I know being a guy had certain advantages. I mean after all I just did

all the cooking and I knew I would be the one doing the dishes too. But

boys had to do more outside chores and more of the dirty work. Boys

also were involved in more competitive things so they were always

competing and fighting against each other. And of course their clothing

was so boring. Boys always look the same no matter what the occasion,

except if they had to wear a tuxedo or something. Girls on the other

hand had so many options when it comes to clothing. And girls' clothes

have a lot of power over boys as I was finding out with each passing

day. And I had to admit that it was fun learning some new skills. I

mean I still knew how to throw a baseball but now I knew how to cook a

lot of different things. And I knew how to sew and mom was teaching me

how to crochet as well. And I certainly had a much better appreciation

of music, the theater and dance. I had to admit that my horizons had

definitely expanded. And yes, my school grades were much improved too.

All the things mom had predicted when she first made me dress as a girl

seemed to be coming to fruition.