"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 2

    Miss Helen said, "First I'll put some panties on you."
    "Please give me the frilliest, most girly panties you have", I asked.
    She showed me padded panties that were pink with black ruffles. "How do these look? They're specially designed to make a boy look and feel like a girl."
    "They look wonderful, Miss Helen."
     I stepped into them and she pulled them up my legs.
     "Ooh lala, Master Priscilla!" Miss Helga exclaimed."Are you ready for that many ruffles?"
    "These and more" I replied.
    Miss Helen then strapped a bra to my chest & filled the cups with padding.
    "This will create the illusion of a bosom", she said.
    "Someday, Miss Helen, it may not be an illusion", I replied, to approving smiles from the other ladies.
    "There's plenty of time to decide that, dear. And now it's time to choose a corset."
    "I want the one that will make me look the most curvaceous."
    "Curvaceous? " Miss Helga asked. "Where did you learn that word?"
    "I think I read it somewhere, Miss Helga."
    Miss Helen smiled. "It will be THE word to describe you, Master Priscilla, no matter which one you choose."
     I chose one that looked the same as that which Miss Helen was wearing when I first saw her. She laced and hooked me into it, then asked how it felt.
     "It's very tight, I'll need to breathe right", I replied. I was okay after a few seconds, then Miss Helen rolled stockings up my legs & attached them to the garters.
     "Looking good so far, Master Priscilla", Miss Helga remarked. "I hope you feel as nice as you look."
     "Thank you. I hope Kathleen thinks I look nice."
     "She will, dear" Miss Helen said. "Now I want you to put on your petticoat."
     I stepped into the frilly white garment & pulled it upward. Miss Helen adjusted the shoulder straps.
     "We're now ready for your blouse and skirt. How do want you neckline and your hemline?"
    "I want a high neckline and low hemline, please, Miss Helen. I like modesty in girls, and now that I'm a girl I want to project that same modesty."
    "I'm glad to hear you say that."
     She helped me put on a white blouse, then I pulled up a skirt that had a below-the knees hemline.
     "Oh, I also have to choose a wig."
     Miss Ingrid laughed, "Who said anything about a wig?"
     "Miss Helen, I can't go out in boy's hair!" I protested.
     "She's only teasing, Master Priscilla. I think you'll look nice in a red shoulder-length wig."   
     "You're probably right. Both my Mom and my Aunt Jen--um, my favorite aunt, have red hair, so I want to look as good as they do."
      Miss Helen did put a wig on me, applied some lipstick and other makeup, & had me step into a pair of high heels. The final item was a pair of gloves.
     "And now, Master Priscilla, are you ready to gaze into the mirror?"
     I took a deep breath, then said, "Yes, I am."
     She asked the other ladies to stand on either side of the mirror, and she asked me to close my eyes.
     "Ladies, please remove the blanket". I heard it fall to the floor.
     "Please open your eyes, MISS PRISCILLA!"
     I opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror. Looking back was (if I do say so myself!) a pretty female in a feminine suit and long red hair. I stood in total silence for a few seconds, then I
exclaimed, "THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!"
      "It's a happy moment for me, too", Miss Helen said.
      After she hugged me I asked Miss Ingrid, "What do you think?"
      "You're quite pretty, Miss Priscilla," she replied.
      "Thank you. Miss Helga?"
      Miss Helga looked me up and down a few seconds, then said, "My dear Master Priscilla--"
      I grimaced when she said that!
      "I mean, my dear MISS Priscilla--"
     That won her a smile and a curtsey.
     "You look like you are in the first flower of womanhood."
     "I do, Miss Helga?"
     "You do, Miss Priscilla."
     "Miss Helga, that's one of the nicest--no, that is THE nicest think anyone's ever said to me!"
     All three ladies hugged me. Then the doorbell rang.
    "May I answer the door, Miss Helen?"
    "Yes, dear."
    I thanked her and walked into the hallway.

TO BE CONTINUED!