Gurl Next Door by Madison McCall (e reader txt) 📕

Chapter 11

I had no idea that shopping for clothes as a woman could be such a chore and take so long and it was 4 p.m. when we got back to the house.  Mom and I both had our hands full as we entered the house, and then I had to make an extra trip to the car to bring the rest of my purchases inside.  Dumping everything on my bed I said to mom, “Whew, I had no idea that shopping could be so exhausting.”

“It’s not normally dear, but we had to buy you absolutely everything.”

“I guess.”

“Why don’t we take the price tags off this stuff and start washing it?  That way you can start wearing your new wardrobe as soon as tomorrow,” she said.

It seemed like it took us forever to get the price tags off my new clothes, but finally we were done and started our first load of laundry which included my unmentionables, aka underwear.  I did end up buying several bras, which were the lacy kind, as that’s what mom recommended.  Believe it or not I did elect to buy thongs versus regular panties, reason being that after I wore thongs for a day and a half, I’d actually gotten used to them and decided they were not so bad after all.  For the life of me I never thought I would be buying women’s underwear, especially for myself, but that just proves you never know what lies ahead of you when you wake up each day.

Anyway, in addition to my underwear purchases mom bought me makeup, necklaces, bracelets, earrings, some cheap costume rings, tops, jeans, dresses, a couples of belts.  I also ended up with several pair of shoes, more than I wanted, as mom insisted a young woman needed to have an adequate selection for any occasion.

Oh, and believe it or not I also got a bikini, which I thought was totally unnecessary, but once again mom said I might want to go swimming at some point and a girl needs swimwear.  At the store I tried on the string bikini and then walked out of the dressing room to show it to mom, and asked, “What do you think?”

As I did I noticed a man in his late 30’s sitting in a nearby chair, clearly waiting on his wife, who broke his gaze with his smartphone and turned it toward me, and as he did his mouth fell open slightly.

“Oh Dana, you look great.  You’ll sure turn some heads with that.  Turn around and let me see the back too.”  As I did, she said, “You’ve definitely fill out those bottoms and a little bit of your rear is pooching out the bottom.  Have you always had that curvy of a butt?”

Shaking my head, I said, “No, I think it’s more of a recent development mom.”

Then turning toward, the man in the chair she asked him, “Sir, what do you think?”

“Ummm, very nice,” he replied and then smiled.

Standing there I noticed that he was not able to take his eyes off of me, a feeling which I understood all too well, because a few days ago I was just like him.  In a way I didn’t like how he was looking at me because I knew what was going on inside him, that feeling of sexual hunger you get, when a beautiful female body is standing in front of you.  However, I could not condemn him because it’s natural, automatic, and beyond the control of a man and is built into his biology to perpetuate the species.  In those few seconds while all this was going through my head, I had to admit that on another plane, I did kind of like it.  The way he was drawn to me and couldn’t stop staring at my petite female body wearing only a few strips of fabric to cover up my most intimate parts, was actually a bit of a turn on as strange as that sounds.  I know me saying on one hand I was offended and on another I liked it and was turned on by it sounds contradictory, but then again, I had become a woman, right?

Deciding I was going to test the waters a bit I walked over in front of him, smiled, and asked, “So you think it’s okay?” and then I slowly twirled around until I was facing him again.

“Yes, you look great,” he said with a great big grin on his face.

Licking my lips, I smiled and said, “Thanks for your help,” and then walked back past mom who rolled her eyes up in her head as I passed her and returned to the dressing room.

After the first load of laundry finished mom showed me how to hang up my bras to dry and that was a good thing as personally, I would have just thrown them in the dryer and called it a day.  However, that’s apparently not what you are supposed to do to get maximum life out of them.

As mom and I were working on the rest of the laundry she said, “I noticed what you were doing at the store when you were trying on the swimsuit.”

Looking at her as though I didn’t know what she was talking about I asked, “What do you mean mom?”

Smiling at me with a coy look on her face she said, “You know what I’m talking about young lady.”

We both laughed at the same time and I said, “I was just having a little harmless fun, that’s all.”

“So, how did it feel?”

“What?”

Nodding she asked, “How did it feel when you flirted, you know, as a girl, to a boy?”

“Mom!  Like I said, I was just having a little fun.  What makes you think I was feeling anything at all?”

“Because I saw that look on your face when you first saw him looking at you, and then again as you walked over in front of him and spun around,