I had to make my own rules for these situations based on her short talks about being Marie, which basically boiled down to Tom is the man. There were no taxis to be seen and it was going to be a good walk back, so we started walking. First, she had found me a job at a local cafe helping out for the summer, and then later when I was going to trim my nails, she gave me a lesson in nail care. I asked her what I could do that might please her. So I started to get even more domesticated.
It was a gold coloured square necked smock top that flared out in soft folds to my hips, with short bell sleeves. As with anything new, it takes some getting used to and this was no different. I was beginning to feel very different as I sat at her vanity and used her make up as she directed, then once she had brushed and moussed my hair into a volume style, I could see a female face looking back at me. I did think to myself, 'If I where a man, I would not accept any of this. I told her how the nipples had got bigger and sensitive, then more recently how they had darkened and started to swell. He then added that a double was only a bit more than a single, so if Tom wants to come he is most welcome, that is, if I wanted him along.
Maybe with chapter breaks so we can catch our breath. I went to some with Tom and a couple with Emma. I loved them and they went down well with my art course friends, some of which had unique styles that most would not dare to copy. Christmas was coming up and several parties were organised, as well as student discos. One pleated, one bubble, one an elasticated tube. Tom turned up on time, with a small case containing a few clean changes of clothes with not much to choose between them.
That evening my mother took me in hand and taught me the basics of make up, how to alter the look of eyes, cheekbones, lips, eyebrows and even the overall complexion. I was to dispose of all the male items she had bagged away and replace them with the pants she had bought. Perhaps a little editing will be worth it. Breasts, long legs, the full ideal image, and I was happy at his side. I had a few items of food to get and she added to the list foundation that I had to check was the right shade for my skin, and pick up a nail polish that I liked.
My next move away from regular boy looks came during the Christmas break. Many gay men openly being affectionate, and some a bit like me, clearly not the 'man' in the relationship. They were going to visit friends, but before they left, Clarke gave us both a surprise. By the time I had started at college and signed up for the courses I wanted to do, I had a fairly good collection of clothes. I asked the obvious question, how? She suggested jewellery and using make up more regularly.
The one criticism was that I had worn trousers. Maybe taping it back was making it numb, but I was getting different sensations inside me when Tom stroked or squeezed my nipples. So I continued in my now established femmy style as mother called it. We had a brief conversation to confirm that he had stopped and mum used a phrase like mine about pleasing a man, which had been hers in the first place. Again she broke the silence 'you are starting to bud you know' 'grow a bust you mean'. A turning point in my style was the discovery of make up.
I later bought a waist coat to go with it, so it emphasized the puffy style of the sleeves by making the body fitted. I raised the objection that most teenage girls wore short skirts. Sexuality aside, I was still enjoying my clothes, and two Saturdays later was invited by Lisa to go shopping with her, as she said I had good taste. She had bought me a warm jacket. If he said we were doing something, I would agree without question. Mum just smiled and said 'Why not'.
My favourite purchase was a pair of ankle boots, long pointy toes, thin sole and a small raised heel in what was called calf skin. Joan from the cafe rang up in the daytime and asked for Marie. I think I might be repeating myself, but in such situations don't please yourself, try to please your man' and with that got up and went to bed. I could think of nothing else she might want me to do, but I was wrong. Even Lisa saw me as a girl.
I stumbled out 'I was making a coffee, do you want one? This meant that when we got near our homes and we were in a darker area, Tom turned to face me. We both looked at my chest together and saw how the belt was nestled between two small but distinct mounds on my chest. I have to say going to a salon with your mother is a very odd thing to do, she was in for a cut and blow with Michelle. I said in a way which got a smile, 'Oh tell me more' and did not let up until I in desperation I told her we had made love. I was stunned at the effect, and asked her about the liner in particular but other cosmetics in general, and cleansing for the inevitable tidying up that would be required afterwards.