Tanzee Chapter 2
#1 of Tanzee
"Have you lost your mind?! What were you thinking?" his mother screamed at him. She went to the stove and put the water on to brew for some tea.
Tanzee slouched down in the chair, knees far apart as he looked at the shiny black shoes he was wearing.
"Well?" she demanded, turning to him as she tapped her foot. "How can we possibly fix this now?"
"It was just... I was in there, and I didn't want to get caught, and that... the girl then the teacher and I panicked and I..." he stopped and whimpered a bit.
His mother took his hands in hers as she sat down. Slowly she moved his hands back and forth, starting at the perfectly manicured, polished nails. "Is this what you want?" she asked him, peering into his
eyes.
"No!" he screamed, pulling his hands away. "I really didn't know what to do," he managed to say before crying.
"Hun," she started, getting up to take the water off the burner, "you know I take any job just to keep us afloat. How many jobs have I had? Seamstress, nurse, now maid; we barely get by. I don't have the
money to fix this. Until I can figure out what to do, you are going to have to keep up this ruse."
"But mom," he protested, "I can't be a girl!"
His mother finished making up the teas, putting a dash of raspberry and some other things in before putting a cup in front of him. She removed a small mirror from her purse and handed it to him. "What do you
see?"
Staring at his imagine, gone was the geeky boy that normally was his reflection, replace by a pretty girl that any male would turn their head to gawk at. He turned his head back and forth unable to see
himself in the mirror. After a long pause, he replied, "A girl."
Tammy sat next to her son crossing her legs. She sipped her tea, "We can do this hun. I will help. But you have to play the part."
"But Mom! Monday I have aerobics and gym. I have to change in front of them. They will see I am not a girl." Tanzee took a big gulp of the tea, his tears forcing him to drink the entire thing before he would
cough it up.
"I know, dear. I hope you will be able to forgive me," she said softly to him.
He tilted his head to one side, "What do you," he managed to say before his eyes became heavy and he fell asleep in the chair.
Tanzee blinked his weary eyes as he discovered he was in bed. From the darkness outside, he guessed it was passed midnight. He absentmindedly rubbed his sore chest as he stumbled to the bathroom, the feeling
of silk on his torso not even registering in his mind. Removing the white, cotton panties, he straddled the saddle toilet. As he felt the urine trickle from a foreign place he woke up a bit to look at
himself. He shook as he saw the red nightie that he was now wearing. When he was done with his business, he stood very slowly shakily. When he only saw a slit between his legs, he screamed, then fainted.
Had anyone heard, no one would have thought it to be anything but female.
Opening his eyes, he felt a cold washcloth on his forehead. He was back in his bed. The room's night light was on, and his mother was kneeling beside him.
"Oh thank goodness," he said to her. "I had the most terrible dream," he sighed as he sat up. He froze as he saw he was wearing the nightie.
"Mom?" he asked.
"Yes, dear," she replied stroking the fur on top of his head.
Tanzee jump up and stared at himself in the mirror. Other than being flat-chested, there was no way to tell he was male. He looked at the panties that he had on again and cringed. It was flat. With shaky
hands, he pulled the garment down, revealing what looked like pert lips between his legs. Without saying anything, he turned to his mother.
Returning silence, his mother stood and removed her nightie, then slid her panties down.
"Mom!" he cried out turning his gaze away.
"NO!" she yelled at him. "Don't look away. We are just girls here. It's nothing to be ashamed off."
He slowly turned his head to look at his mother. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She pulled him to her and stood side by side as she pointed to the mirror. Tanzee's eyes went wide as he looked
almost identical to her between the legs. The only difference was his mother had a soft, triangular patch of silvery, silken fur above her opening. With the way he looked from the makeover he'd swear he had
the same type of curves developing. After a long stare and silence, he meekly said, "How?"
"I still have some talents, some sewing here, some liquid Band-Aid's there and voila, you have a soft slit like you mother. Kneeling before him, she gently pulled the folds apart, I have to clip the thread
once this heals, but as you can see, your red tip is right where your 'clit' should be."
"Clit?" he asked with a puzzlement.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tammy spread her legs wide. With her fingers, she parted her lips showing her son her red bulbous head that was normally hidden from view. In the low light, it looked very
similar to him. "Sit," she ordered.
Moving to the edge of the bed, he sat down and spread his legs as his mother.
She reached between his legs and parted the lips again, "You still pee with your tip, but I even managed to," she pushed two fingers in deeply into a pocket she created, "give you a passage."
Tanzee was fighting the urge to cry, but bit his lip.
"In the morning, I will go over all the names of the parts Hun, and we will practice your girly moves."
"Yes, Mom," he said standing up and putting the panties back on. He slipped into bed and cried himself to sleep.
In the morning, his mother was true to her word, showing him every female part she could, and identifying it for him. Once he could recite them from memory, she moved to the next part of her plan: hygiene.
He was reluctant, but he listened and watched as his mother showed him tampons and douches.
"If you because sexually active, you will need to know these things," she told him with a giggle.
From there, she moved to fashion. Getting the highest heeled shoes she owned, and a short skirt, she had him walking back and forth until he looked natural at it, his hips swaying enough to draw attention.
Next, came how to properly sit in a dress: crossing the legs, smoothing the skirt, and all the actions needed to make it look natural. All the while she was naked, wanting him to become calm at the sight of
a naked female.
On Sunday, the whole day was teaching him makeup and hair styling using her hair as the model, since she didn't want to mess with his perm.
"It's a good thing your voice didn't crack yet, no one will be any wiser. We will just have to hope it doesn't in the near future.
"Mom?" he asked with his practiced feminine voice, "you can reverse what you did, right?"
His mother gulped, but replied, "Of course dear, but now, get into bed. Morning comes early and you have to get ready before school.
Tanzee put on a nightgown and climbed into bed. He was scared that he was already starting to get used to his new life.