JOURNEY OF LOVE: A MEMORABLE VACATION - PART 5 (Patreon)

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Note: This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Part 5: Parents And… Daughter

“Well then, can you tell me what you want to say?” – Although my mother closed her eyes and smiled at me, I could still feel her eyes through my heart. My parents always understood my feelings, even if it was the hardest things to say.

“Yes, I want to borrow some… your old clothes. This has nothing to do with the fact that I want to be a girl! It's just... My club organized an outing and the members suggested something special. It's … disguised as a girl. Actually… there's no need to do it, but I…”

“Even without that suggestion… you still want to dress up as a girl and stand in front of the guy you love. Am I correct?”

I blushed and said: “Y-yes… I've always wanted to do this.”

At this time, my mother got up from bed. She flung open the two wardrobe doors. Inside there are clothes my mother still wears every day, but most of them… are clothes I have never seen before.

“You know what? Your father always blamed me for this. ‘Why do you keep clothes you never wear again? Our house isn't big enough!’ That's right too? Most of the items in this wardrobe were clothes from when I was young. Rather, those are the clothes I wore when I lived in the city. No matter how many times your father told me to leave them, I still want to keep them. It's not because of memories or nostalgia, it's just… I feel like at some point, you're going to need it.”

I was surprised: “Me? Why?”

“It's because your looks are so similar to mine! Being a guy, isn't it a waste of this beauty?”

I knew she wanted to use me to compliment herself on being beautiful, but I was completely satisfied with that. Rather, I'm grateful that I look like my mother!

“Okay, from now on, all these clothes will belong to you. Of course, if you don't like them, you can throw them away.”

“Never! I will cherish them! Not to mention, they're really beautiful!”

“I am very happy that my son… no… my daughter has the same fashion taste as me. But either way, you've been used to the life of a boy for more than 15 years. It will be difficult for you to get used to the way a girl dresses. Because you realize it too late, you only have one night to learn.”

“Yes, I'll try!”

My mother took out a blonde wig and instructed me to work on my hair conditioner and styling. My mother told me to imagine this wig is my hair until I owned a long, shiny hair like it.

Next, she took the makeup kit that she rarely had the opportunity to use. My mother said: “Our faces are already beautiful, so we just need to apply makeup lightly. You should thank me for that pretty face! Thanks to it, you will save a lot of time putting on makeup, which every other girl can take hours to prepare.” Indeed, my mother mostly applied a little lipstick and blushed my cheeks.

I was about to look at myself in the mirror when my mother stopped me. My mother pulled out the small drawer of the wardrobe and took out a pair of pink panties. This panties is made of cold spandex fabric with lace on the front. I felt that “my little boy” who had always been with me was “vibrating”, as if he was urging me: “Let me touch these panties.”

Seeing my expectant face, my mother covered her mouth and smiled. My mother's gentle smile embarrassed me. Surely now without makeup, I already have natural blush. As if feeling I wasn't embarrassed enough, she told me to take off all my clothes.

“But… I'm so embarrassed!”

“Why are you embarrassed? Didn't you also come to see me when you were little when you were not wearing any clothes?”

“I was still a toddler then!”

“So what? Is it strange that girls are naked in front of each other?”

“Y-yes!”

I took off all my men's clothes and took my mother's panties. At my mother's amused gaze, I slowly slipped my panties over my legs and pulled them up. I felt my mother's love and care coming from every line of her panties.

Then, from the wardrobe, she took out a pink nightgown. Although there are no motifs, the special design of the nightgown is its highlight, light but also very delicate. The fabric is soft and smooth. Before giving it to me, my mother gave me another accessory, one only for girls, a bra.

My mother said: “You shouldn't wear a bra when you sleep, it's really not good. But aside from that time, a girl needs to know how to wear a bra. This is something reserved for girls. Maybe some girls will see wearing a bra as a burden, but I think, they should be grateful for it, because a guy will not have the opportunity to wear such a wonderful and sexy outfit! This will prove that you are officially my lovely daughter!”

I nodded slightly: “Yes!” Of course, I can't wait to wear a bra. Since the day I realized I wanted to be a girl, I've always wanted to wear them. Just like my mother said, it would be unfair to men not to wear them. But that's okay, like me, they always have the opportunity to be great girls, at least with their families!

My mother helped me put on my bra and instructed me how to fasten it. It is unclear if it was because of my eagerness to wear a bra that I was able to do this easily after only one or two attempts. So beautiful! I finally had a “breast” of my own, even though the protrusion was just the pad of my bra. I can even wear a bra full time. However, I decided to follow my mother's advice. I took off my bra and put on my nightgown.

My entire process of becoming a girl is guided and cared for by my mother. Each of her movements showed an abundance of love. After I finished wearing my nightgown, I was allowed to look at myself in the mirror.

Oh, my God! I covered my mouth with my hand. My appearance is still the same, but with the addition of a light make-up and girly accessories, I no longer recognize myself! But I didn't feel strange, because I knew, the beautiful girl in the mirror was me. I have lived in the guise of a shy and self-deprecating guy for too long. This is the time for my true self to come out into the light!

I rushed to hug my mother and felt the warmth from her. This is not just a process of changing clothes but also a moment of closeness between mother and daughter. For me, these clothes, which were once attached to my mother, will now become a symbol of my mother's love for me.

At this moment, my mother suddenly said out loud: “All right! You can come in now!” Behind the door, my father ran into the room as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“My daughter! I finally met you! You are beautiful, just like your mother when she met me!”

I had doubts: “The day mom met dad? But the outfit I'm wearing is clearly for a girl under 20 years old! I thought you and mom first met when mom was almost 30.”

My mother glared at my father and said: “Don't be fooled by this plain looking guy. He used to live in the city during his high school and college years!”

Saying this, my mother suddenly blushed: “The reason why I chose this place to survey is because... he was determined to go back to his hometown to live. I want to spend more time with him.”

That's how is it! It seems that the love between father and mother did not just stem from a boat accident, between them has formed a bond at my current age.

My father scratched his head: “A ha ha! Does it really matter? But hey, times have changed! If you don't catch your love soon, another girl will do it for you. Don't hesitate for more than ten years like me and your mother. Fortunately, after all these years, I'm still lucky to be married to your mother!”

My mother sulked: “You talk like I'm the type to change my mind easily!” My father panicked and went to comfort her: “No, no! I'm sorry! I was just joking with our son! Let's not be angry!” Then he turned to me and said: “In short… whoever you are, I love you. No… as expected, a father would still prefer a daughter to a son.”

My heart was warm after listening to my father. I hope that the person I love will also accept me like that! “My prince, I'm not a princess, I'm just a white horse trying to be a princess. But… can you give me a chance?”

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