I’d suspected it in a theoretical way, but now it was real. I’d thought we had a few months together before she left, but those hopes were now das...ed. My face gave me away for she immediately looked distressed.“I don’t have to...” she faltered, “If you want...”I knew what I had to say, though it was with a feeling of dread. “So when are you going?”“Next weekend. Daddy wants to take me, but would you? I mean I’d prefer it to be you.”I started to get the feeling that ‘Daddy’ wanted to take over. "No I'm sorry Mummy, I shaved everything." "That's betterdarling, but you missed your eyebrows." "Look at mine darling, girls tonot have bushy eyebrows dear." "Lady's have high thin severely archedeyebrows." "We'll fix that when your in the styling chair sweetie." Other than that you look like you have the beginnings of a proper sissyfaggot." I winced at being called a sissy faggot, but said nothing. Iwas too humiliated at this point to say anything, not believing I wasactually doing this."Well. I'm gonna be gone at least ten, no make that fifteen minutes. If you get warm enough and want to kind of clear the air just be sure and use this." He draped the silk hankie across my eyes and the bridge of my nose. "Understand? Just use it if you want to and we'll take care of it when you're done,....when you're less tense." I froze. My hands stopped moving. "Don't open your eyes. Just do what you want. Whatever that is. Whatever you decide." His voice trailed away and I could hear. I got lost into this pretty pink world and amtotally focused on the painting.Waiting for them to dry I couldn't help but stare at how pretty my feetlooked. I feel absolutely wonderful. I felt like a beautiful girl. Topass the time, I logged onto various cross dressing websites, pinningthings on my Pinterest board, and looking at cute clothes online, imagingmyself in these little outfits. Dresses, skirts, blouses, tops, SHOES,shorts, etc.?After my cute toes dried, I stripped myself from my.