Carol and Karen took me outside, and we spent the rest of the morning playing. They teased me mercilessly, "We see your panties, we see your panties" ...henever my dress blew up, or I bent over to picked up things. From then, I appreciated the many risks girls face when wearing a dress or skirt. Fortunately, Carol and Karen taught me ways to avoid these indiscretions, and I was soon enjoying being a girl.We lost track of time, and the inevitable happened; Carol and Karen’s mum caught us. Betty. At which point she took the items and went upstairs to change.After about 10 minutes, Mum had still not come downstairs so shouted 'Is everything ok Mum?' 'I'm struggling to get in this dress' she replied 'I told you I had gained weight'. 'Come down anyway' I replied 'I'll help you'.A few moments later Mum appeared in the living room. She looked fabulous just as I had planned, her thick nylon covered thighs and fat arse really stretching her green dress that she need me to zip up the back. He was tall and had a beer gut. I thought for sure that she would reject him but he kept talking and she started laughing. Before long he had his arm around her and was leaning into her.I had been sitting in the booth for over fifteen minutes without getting served so I decided to go to the bar to get a beer. I stood right next to Barbara but didn't look at her."Why, hello," I heard her say."Hi," I said, looking at her and trying to not show the jealousy in my eyes.I could tell that the tall. As I started to panic as I looked down at my pink skirt with its blacktrim, at the slightly torn fishnet stockings I was wearing. The thoughtthat maybe it wasn't just a dream started to take hold of me as I rubbedmy right hand up my leg and realised I was wearing a suspender belt tooand panties! The feeling of panic increased as I felt my breasts andbra with my left hand.So was the dream true? Had I grown breasts and lost my penis?I looked down again and noticed I was wearing anklets around.