"Do you want to change clothes, honey?" Mom asked, pointing to the neatly folded arrangement of clothing on Mikey's bed. "That outfit is a bit too formal to be wearing around the house."
Mikey shrugged. "Um... yeah, sure." He didn't see the problem with it, though wearing the skirt suit was beginning to feel a little strange.
His mom began looking through the clothes. "Lots of skirts and dresses. She's so old-fashioned, and such a young girl, too..." Mikey blushed, picking up a loose-looking skirt and the plainest blouse he could find. "Is that what you want? You didn't pick panties or a bra."
He looked at her, startled. "But I've got... some of those things on already. See?" Mikey unbuttoned the suit and lifted up his skirt, blushing deeply as he did so. "Do ladies really need a full change of clothes for everything?" He glanced down at the multiple pairs of shoes that had come wrapped in the bundles of clothes. "And why do they wear high heels?"
"Well, Mikey, we wear high heels to make our legs look better. Get used to including yourself in that, honey, you're one of us for now. The sooner you accept it the better off you'll be. And we do. A woman as well-endowed as you will have a bulkier bra, especially with a business outfit, and those tend to get a little uncomfortable after a while. So strip." Mikey once again gave her a startled stare; she wanted him to strip?! What if he didn't want to see it? "Well, go on. I'll pick out undergarments for you, but in order for you to put them on you need to take those off." He stared at her for a long moment before snapping back to reality; the clothes were beginning to get uncomfortable. He slid the skirt down his legs, pulling his panties with it, looking at Mom for approval as he did so.
The rest of it came off in short order, though Mom had to help him with the bra. She looked at his midsection with an odd expression on her face, though it passed just a moment later as she handed a pair of panties to him. "What's wrong, Mom? She's a little chubby, that's all."
"I suppose you are, honey." Mom smiled at him as he pulled the white elastic-waist skirt up his legs, where it fit snugly, coming down to around his knees. "You have a beautiful body, even... chubby as it is." She helped him into another bra, then handed him the blouse he'd picked out; they both seemed rather tight, and he looked down to see a bit of cleavage. He'd picked a loose white blouse. A look at the bathroom mirror showed a very odd sight. A gorgeous woman looked back, even in such plain clothes, with a head too small for her shoulders, short hair and facial features that belonged to a child. "Do you..." Mom mumbled behind him, "Do you want some makeup? Just to see how it would look. We can take it right off if you don't like it."
"No! I don't want makeup, Mom. I don't want this lady's body either. My clothes are tight, especially in my butt and my..." Mikey blushed a bit, touching his boobies for just a second before ripping his hands away as if they burned him. "I feel all weird and lopsided and too big, and my head feels too little."
"I-it's okay, honey. You don't need to. And they're your breasts. I expect them to be called as such. Not tits, not boobs. Those are words that men made up. And no slang terms for your vagina, either. I know all the slang." It was amazing how quickly she'd gone from meek to commanding, Mikey noted as he nodded, blushing brightly. "We'll go over proper ways to walk and stand and sit down as we get to them. As far as anyone else knows, you'll be a woman who has a little boy's head, not the other way around." She smiled, and Mikey tried to smile back, but he couldn't. "Don't worry, honey. Your father and I still love you, and we're only doing what's best for you." Mom leaned in and kissed him on the forehead and cheek as she always did, and left.
Meanwhile, a pressure slowly built in his midsection. He knew what it meant, and with this, on top of everything else, Mikey felt like crying. His mom wanted to turn him into a lady and his dad probably did too and he was stuck with a lady's body for who knew how long, and on top of it all he had to pee using a lady's parts. Worst of all, the lady was his teacher! Tears fell unbidden, and he tried so desperately to ignore the feminine, red-nailed hand that wiped them away.
