Our Steven, Our Stephanie Ch. 08

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Stephanie has a fashion show for Mother and Diane.
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Part 8 of the 10 part series

Updated 10/30/2022
Created 10/20/2009
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Johnboy9
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This is chapter 8 of the story "Our Steven, Our Stephanie". It's a continuation of the last chapter's innocent prelude into Steven's complete capitulation into Stephanie, which occurs next chapter. I know that's most eagerly awaited, but these past two chapters are most necessary two explain and build up to why Steven's character would be such that he would have allowed himself to be so changed, and yet welcome such a change. I again want to thank those who have written and/or voted their support in all my efforts that have helped me desire to continue as fervently as I have done. Again, thanks. I hope you enjoy this effort as well.

As Steven and Diane ate their hastily prepared brunch, they gossiped and giggled like two silly school girls with only one thing one their mind – boys! They got along better than they ever had before, just like two sisters who were just getting re-acquainted after a long absence from each other.

Once they'd finished eating, Diane insisted they clean up before their Mother returned, as she was sure to be home soon. As she fished herself out a rather plain yellow rayon apron, she was about to pull one out for Steven when she watched him take one out of the pantry drawer.

She was shocked as she saw him pull out the white pinafore apron with the embroidered red flowers and lace panels and ruffles his Mumsie had given him to wear the night before.

She watched in open-mouthed wonder as he slipped it on without a care and made sure to tie it together with a big, flouncy bow at the small of his back just as he'd been taught. Then he took the bright colored scarf Mumsie'd had him wear and tied it over his head.

Seeing the pacifier lying in the same drawer, he, without hesitation, picked it up and put it in his mouth and began sucking on it. He then looked up at Diane and standing at attention, gave her a mock salute, as if presenting himself for duty and needing her to tell him he passed inspection.

"Ooh La la!" Diane said, trying to regain her composure. "Now that's what I call a sexy looking cleaning outfit. Wow! Where did you ever get that bit of fluff – it looks great on you!"

"Thankth," Steven replied, lisping around the pacifier. "Mumthie got it for me to weah when I cwean up. You weawy wike it?"

"Are you kidding? I'm jealous!" Diane teased, trying not to laugh. "The only thing that might look better on you would be a French Maid's outfit with the petticoats and tutu, but that would be better for serving meals than cleaning up messes. Maybe you should ask Mother to get you one of those, too."

Steven looked away blushingly, but strangely, he was not offended by the suggestion. It actually sounded like a fun idea to him. He just didn't want Diane to realize that he was considering her proposal, because, for a boy, there was a part of him that felt it was still not right to be wanting to wear such an outfit, or at least not to be wanting to, so blatantly.

After all, wearing the pinafore or Diane's hand-me-downs could be blamed on his Mumsie, because she told him to do so, had made him wear them. If he got a kick out of wearing them, then it really wasn't his fault, because she had made him put them on and still continued doing so.

But if he started asking for more feminine attire, clothing that she had to go out of her way to purchase because he desired to wear it, well that was another thing entirely, and that could only be laid at his feet.

That would indeed be a bed of his own making that at this moment he was definitely sure he wasn't ready to lie down in.

"Maybe we should thart cweaning up now," Steven answered, trying to change the subject. "Wike you thaid, Mumthieth going to be back thoon."

"Yeah, you're right," Diane said. She couldn't help but nearly swoon with girlish delight when Steven spoke with the new lisp he developed.

She'd heard it when she'd made him suck on the butt plug last night and sorely missed it today.

But she'd had no idea her Mother had so sissified him last night when she'd had him help clean up the house.

Now that she was aware of this fact, she was going to be sure to help her little darling clean up the house more often, just to be in her company when they do it. God, that will be just way too cute! she thought.

Twenty minutes after they had finished cleaning up and had everything put away, the two Williams' siblings were sitting in the living room watching television.

They had both changed into casual jumpers and blouses, with knee high socks and sneakers. Both had refreshed their make-up and re-touched their hair so that they looked their very best now.

It was at this point when they heard the car pull up into the driveway. They both jumped from the couch and opened the door just as Vanessa was walking up the sidewalk, arms laden with packages from her hours of shopping.

Each of them ran down to the car to pick up the remaining bags and parcels and followed her inside.

Vanessa had yet to notice her son's appearance as all she noticed was two blurs of white speeding past her. Besides, she was too tired and too grateful for the help to care about anything else.

Once inside the house, with all the bags of groceries and boxes of canned goods scattered about, Diane looked around at the myriad number of items covering nearly the entire space of the kitchen.

"Damn, Mom," Diane started. "I was going to ask you how your shopping trip went, but looking around, I'd say it went well. In fact, it looks as though you must've bought out the whole store. Just look at all this stuff!"

"Yeah," she said. "I guess that maybe I did get a little carried away. Can you and your friend give me a hand putting it away? I'd really appreciate it.

"And where is that brother of yours? We could sure use an extra hand to help out here as well, while we're at it! Don't tell me he's run off and left us to fend for ourselves?"

At that the two youngsters began giggling so hard they were unable to stop. Eventually they fell onto the floor and broke into gales of laughter that brought tears to their eyes as Vanessa looked at them as if they'd gone mad.

Then, the more, the harder she looked at them, the more familiar the friend of Diane started to look to Vanessa.

Finally, in sudden shock, she realized that the girl there with her daughter was no girl at all. It was a boy, and it was her son, her Steven. No, she realized. It was her Stephanie!

"Yes, Mother," Diane said, seeing that her Mother had finally caught on. "Our Stephanie has come home to us now and wishes to be a permanent member of the family.

"And yes, she and I will help put the groceries away. Oh, and we were talking earlier. We talked about it and agreed.

"Stephanie wants, if it's OK with you, to honor us with a fashion show, giving us a private viewing and displaying of all her new things to us."

"Oh Stephanie, my dear child," Vanessa said, near tears. Walking up to Steven and placing her hands on his shoulders, and then pulled him into a gentle embrace.

Finally pulling away, she looked into his eyes and said, "You are so beautiful, Stephanie. Just like I always knew you'd be. And your hair? How did you get it to look so nice, like this? Oh, it's gorgeous, just gorgeous.

"And a fashion show? That would be so precious of you. But not everything – that would exhaust you and take much too long. We can do some today, some tomorrow, and then the rest after that.

"It will be such fun. You can show off all your pretty new things while Diane and I pretend we've gone to a 3-day fashion show extravaganza in Miami Beach, just to pick out dresses and such.

Oh child, you have no idea how happy you have made me this day."

Remembering the tragic story Diane had revealed to him earlier this morning, Steven's eye's began tearing as he said, "Thank you, Mumsie, for believing in me, and doing what was right and best for me.

"I will strive to do my best to make you happy from now on. And now ladies, on with the show!"

So for the next hour, Steven changed into two silk and satin party dresses with open-toed shoes having 3 inch heels and black sheer nylons, matching garters and sheer lacy panties.

Then he modeled 2 mini-skirts, one black velvet and one brown leather, wearing nylon stay-ups instead of garters and 5 inch platform heels.

Finally, he wore the evening gown Diane had worn to her last year's Prom. It was covered with delicate layers of white satin bordered with masses of Chantilly lace.

Both women couldn't help but affectionately tease him while he had it on, telling him that he must save it for his wedding dress, that it was that perfect on him.

Steven could only blush as he basked in the glorious love he felt all around him, something he had missed out on for a very long time.

As he tried on all these new and different outfits, Vanessa and Diane would continually shout out suggestions to improve his feminine stance, glide and posture.

Having him use the living room like a model's runway to display his attire, they, by demonstrating it themselves first, were able to mold him quickly into a definite feminine form.

They showed him how to mince across the floor like a girl should, one foot in front of the other, while trying to provocatively swing his hips behind him. The first time he tried it he looked like a cartoon character trying to ham it up for the camera.

"No, No," Diane shouted, trying not to laugh. "Not like a Drag-Queen! Don't swish it like a fag! Be elegant, like a lady, like the proper girl you are."

Then she showed him again how to sway his hips in a proper feminine fashion, rather than swish them like an effeminate gay-boy. After 5 more minutes of that he began to get the hang of it.

"By Jove," Vanessa shouted, clapping her hands excitedly. "I believe she's finally getting it!"

They both rushed Steven and gave her a big hug and lots of kisses. After that they concentrated on his hand and wrist placements, telling him to hold his arms out, palms down, wrists broken gently.

When he had this pose correct, both women looked at one another at the same moment, immediately thinking the same thought.

"I'll get it," Diane said, inherently knowing that she and her Mother were thinking the same thing.

Leaving Steven standing in that most feminine of poses while his Mother looked on with a heartwarming smile, Diane rushed up to her room and found what she was looking for in the back of her closet.

She checked its contents, approved of what she saw there, and hurried back downstairs, carrying what she had with her behind her back.

"Stephanie," Diane said to the still posed boy. "Mother and I have been most remiss in our training of you and in your displaying to us of your feminine finery."

"You have?" Steven asked.

"Indeed we have," she said insistently. "I'll show you. Take a good look at yourself. Do you feel yourself to be completely ready for a date to the prom, the way you are dressed?"

"Yes, I think so," Steven answered. "Maybe a touch-up here and there, some more perfume, but otherwise, I'm ready, I think."

"So tell me, Stephanie," Diane continued. "If you got to the dance and your lipstick got smeared, how would you fix the smear? Where is your hankie, your tube of lipstick?"

"Well, uh, I...it...," Steven started, unable to finish.

"Eureka!" Diane exclaimed jubilantly, as though finding the cure for cancer. "Due to our oversight, we forgot to give you one of the most important accessories to your wardrobe.

"You see, it's important for a girl to make sure she has a good supply of make-up, perfume, tampons, and all that girlish nonsense.

But what help is it if she's out at some restaurant and all her stuff is back home? No good at all, right? That's what Mother and I forgot! We forgot to give you your purse!"

At that she brought a white, vinyl purse from behind her back and handed it to the boy. He took it a bit hesitatingly, and looked inside.

"See," Diane pointed out. "Everything you need to make sure you're always presentable."

Then she slipped the strap over his shoulder. "See, this too will make a big difference in the way you walk and present yourself, even in the way you think of yourself. Let me demonstrate."

So saying, she took the purse back and, slipping it onto her shoulder, she glided over the carpet with an exaggerated feminine sway, walking with her hips leading her frame, and head and shoulders leaning back.

"You see, Stephanie," She asked. "You see the difference a purse can make in your walk, even in your life?"

"Of course, yes, I do see that now, Diane," Steven said most excitedly. "Give it back now, please? I'd like to try that now, may I please? That looks so scrumptious. Please, let me try!"

Both Mother and daughter nearly squealed in orgasmic bliss at Steven's near deathly need to have that purse in his hands so that he could "do the walk" that Diane had showed him.

She didn't even have to force-train him to do this, he wanted it, and he wanted it as if his life depended on it.

Oh yes, everything was starting to come together now, Vanessa thought.

Just a few more loose ends to tie up and fortify in order to ensure that my little Stephanie is totally secure in her new-found femininity.

Then, once Diane and I have our little daughter back, everything will be just fine once more.

"OK girls," Vanessa said. "I think we've had enough fashion show for one day now. I'm really beat from my shopping excursion and as much fun as I've been having here, am in dire need of a nap.

Stephanie, why don't you make sure all your pretty things are hung up or put away and pick out some nice things that you can model for us tomorrow.

Diane, maybe you could help her. Give me a call when it's close to dinner and you girls can give me a hand with it's preparation."

"OK, Mother," Diane answered.

"Yes, Mumsie," Steven replied.

Beleaguered yet so utterly excited over how things were falling into place for her dear Stephanie, Vanessa went to her bedroom for a much needed nap.

Vanessa sensed she would find herself beset with delightful dreams this afternoon, dreams of what had for so long now been merely a Mother's forbidden fantasy of a lost child now finally come back to her.

A fantasy finally come to fruition, as her too effeminate son Steven would now be safe from those who would wish to do harm to such a delicate creature as he.

For he has gone away now and in his place Vanessa has had returned to her her long lost daughter. A daughter she has vowed never to lose again.

As their Mother dreamed her sweet dreams of reunited love, Steven returned to his room with Diane following close behind.

There, as they put away the things he had modeled, Diane helped her new sister pick out some more clothes for tomorrow's showing.

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Veronica_E_DayVeronica_E_Dayover 1 year ago

From he to she did not take long. 💋

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AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
dressing up for mama!

So hot and KINKY! My Mama used to dress me up in her lingerie and then seduce me. At 1st I was crying and upset. Then after awhile she caressed me and told me to suckle her breasts like before. They were so yummy! Then after fondling my pretty penis/pussy, I got so hard and Mommy said it's only natural. She told me to take the hormones and I felt so feminine! Soon we went shopping for intimates. I was so young and the smooth nylons felt so soft against my hairless skin. Soon, it was just so natural. Then she wanted a baby. Fill Mommies pussy with your cum!

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