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Date Posted: 14:51:50 10/10/12 Wed
Author: Orange
Subject: I Love you All

I am 12. I live with Mom. She is cute and friendly and funy. I love her a lot, an she loves me. I got to tell what happened last month. I got home almost 3 hours before mom and I had to promis to stay in. I did, but I greatly got in the habit of going places I shouldn't on the computer, and that led me to mess around with her clothes. I got to like them and as soon as I came in and locked the door I changed into her things and went to some fav places on the net and played around. Then, I would return her clothes before she came home.

On the 4th of last month I just got in and bagan playing, when a shadow fell across my doorway. Then a masked figure appeared.It was a woman. About 5'6" She was wearing a mask like for Halloween. It covered her eyes and forehead and had featers. Her hair was red so I knew it was Mom. I felt as if I was pinned to my chair. She was wearing one of her skirted work suits. Tailored and a pencil skirt and heeled boots Black leather gloves and collar turned up.

She strode to me and took a pinch of hair behind my head. I was forced to stand and then walk to her bedroom. She took me into her room to her walk in closet. She said "These are my clothes, like the ones you are ewearing. You look a shambles. they don't fit you. Get them off." I asked in front of her? and she told me what she was holding was a crop and it was used for giving boys sore asses.I dropped her clothes right there.

Then she directed me to my room. This is your room. Your clothes are in your closet. We have a rule here. You wear your clothes, I wear mine. The crop makes a ripping sound and I make a shriek followed by a yipping noise. When I stopped my dance she asked any questions? No, I said. "No, Mommie" No Mom. NO MOMMIE and the crop met m again, but not nearly as hard. Yes Mommie. I understand. Good! Now she was smiling and holding something shiny and pretty out to me, dangling from one finger. I bought you some new thingees. I encourage you to make a habit of wearing them. I will do all I can to help yu play with your clothes. You get that from me. But do not pilfer from me. Put these on. It was a pair of classic pink panties tight and with lace. Item by item was passed to me until I was totalaly dressed as a girl going to an evening party. Mom teaching me all the while.

Mom said she did all that so I would always remember the beginning of my transition. She says I'm too young to understand what is happening, but I o. I am learning about women and their clothes and how they feel and what effect they have on others. Mom says to say good bye for now.

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