Gurl Next Door by Madison McCall (read the beginning after the end novel .txt) 📗

Shaking her head she said, “Dana I’m a physician, and I can tell you that there’s no place to go with this outside of the federal government, and that’s the last place we want to go.”

Nodding I said, “I have to agree.  If, and that’s if we could get them to believe us, they would lock me up in a government facility and I would never see the light of day again.”

“That may be a bit extreme, but I don’t think we can rule it out that you would be detained, plus I know there’s nothing that they can do for you.”

“So, what do you think we should do mom?  Or is the question what should I do?  How do I proceed with my life?”

Setting a plate with French toast down in front of me she said, “The first thing we need to do is get you fed.  We can talk afterward.”

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After finishing breakfast mom said, “Come with me young lady,” and took me by the hand and we headed toward her bedroom.  As we entered, she took me directly to her walk in closet, opened the door and we stepped inside.

“What’s up?”

“Until we can take you shopping, I’m going to loan you a few things to wear.”

“Like girl’s clothing?” I asked.

“Like girls’ clothing.” She said.

“Can’t I just wear my own stuff?”

“Really? She asked.  “Are you kidding?  Do you think any of your stuff would even fit you?  Look how little you are compared to what you were.”

Looking down at myself and then back up at her I said, “You may have a point.”

“You are right about my size so I should have a number of things that will fit you,” she said as she looked through her closet.

“Dana, look at this,” she said holding up a red floral print dress, “This will look really cute on you.”

“Not the effect I’m going for mom.”

“Will you stop? I think this will fit you perfectly.”

Holding it up in front of me she said, “Go ahead and slip it on.”

Taking it from her I asked, “Is this to be my new lot in life?”

“Until we can figure this out, yes it will be.”

Figuring that I would have to comply, at least in the short term, I nodded and said, “Okay,” and headed into the bathroom and then closed the door, but the next thing I knew mom was opening the door.

“Here,” she said as she handed something to me through the crack in the door.

“What’s this?”

“Panties and a bra, oh by the way, it’s a strapless, which you’ll need for the dress you’ll be wearing.  Let me know if you need any help,” and then she closed the door.

Standing there I took off my t-shirt and dropped it on the floor and there I stood, naked.  I then examined what mom and handed me and quickly assessed that she had given me a bra, as she’d said, plus a thong.

“Mom!  What the hell is this?  A thong?” I yelled so she could hear me on the other side of the door.

“Yes baby, I absolutely love wearing them, plus you don’t have panty lines.”

Still talking to mom through the door I said, “Nothing personal but I’m not sure that I want to wear something that has been up your butt crack.”

Sliding the door open she said, ‘Young man, you’re being awfully picky considering the circumstances, but for your information those panties have never been worn.”

She then closed the pocket door and quickly reopened it and said, “Sorry, I meant young woman,” and closed the door.  Withing a second she quickly reopened it and said, “My God, your boobs are so firm.  Well enjoy ‘em while you’ve got ‘em, because mine used to look just like that, but two decades and breastfeeding a baby will definitely have an effect on them,” and she closed the door once again.

All I could think to myself was, wellthat was strange.

So, I put on the panties and immediately noticed that I had something up the crack of my rear, but for the moment was not going to argue with mom, not right now anyway.  Then, after studying it for a bit I was able to put on the strapless bra, which brought my breasts under control.  Putting on the dress I thought it looked a little funny and quickly discovered that I had it on backwards, so I corrected the situation and it looked much better.  Opening the door mom was standing there waiting on me as I emerged.

“Baby, you look so cute in that dress.”

“Thanks mom,” I said unenthusiastically.

Continuing I asked, “Isn’t this dress a little short?”

Stepping back and taking a look she said, “Absolutely not.  Besides you’ve got the legs to pull off short dresses.”

Examining me in the dress she said, “It’s just perfect on you.  You know what, I’m going to give it to you, and it is yours to keep.”

Taking a hairbrush she started brushing my hair which probably needed a little bit of taming, considering it had never been combed before.

Then she put a touch of makeup on my cheeks and then forced me to let her apply a shade of pink lipstick to my lips.

Turning me toward the mirror she said, “You look so nice sweetie.”

Still not thrilled, I said, “Thanks mom.”

Standing there looking at myself in the mirror, mom came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders and said, “I’ve got several hours until I have to go into work, what do you say we go into town, have a bite to eat, and hang out.  After that, I’ll head to work and you can come back home?”

“Mom!  I can’t go out like this.”

“I hear you; however, you don’t want to be stuck here, forever do you?  You’ll have to go out at some point.”

“I can’t drive back, what if I get pulled over?  My driver’s license says that Dana is a man, plus he’s considerably taller.”

“Oh Dana, don’t worry, you can