A Helping Hand

Partly because of the difference in our frames, the dress looked a little ridiculous on me. It practically fit me like a tent, my mom would certainly have her work cut out for her. I was looking myself over in the mirror when I felt her tugging on the straps in the front. She pulled them as tightly as she could and breifly knocked the wind out of me before tying it up. She could tell that I was having a hard time breathing and looked up at me.

"I know it's uncomfortable, but it's important that you get used to this. Every woman has to have some curves and this is the only way to do it. Don't worry honey, with a little practice this will feel completely natural."

I couldn't even respond until she finally released me.

"Ok, I've got what I need. You can put your clothes back on."

Even though I looked silly in Martine's uniform I couldn't help getting a little turned on by it at the same time. I was actually wearing women's clothes and the soft material against my skin sent a chill up my spine. I didn't notice that my penis had involuntarily responded to the excitement until I pushed the dress down my legs. There was a distinct bulge in my boxers; I just hoped that my mom wouldn't notice. When she walked over to me to retrieve the dress at my feet she ended up with my crotch right in front of her face because of the elevated platform. I'm still not sure if she noticed my excitement but after picking up the dress she looked right up to me with a wide-eyed smirk before turning away to get something off of the table.

"Ok, we're done here. You can get dressed now."

I quickly reached for my pants and covered up my growing erection. While I pulled my shirt over my head my mother handed me a bag.

"Now you need to begin preparing for your role. Use the razor first and shave off as much hair as you can and then use the gel in the bottle to take care of any stubble. After you're finished you should use the lotion all over to make sure that you don't get any razor burn."