Chris becomes Chrissy Part 1

Friday rolled around and mom came home as usual. We usually go out for dinner on Friday and mom asked if I wanted to go out with or without the make-up. I laughed and said without this week mom.and she too giggled.

We had a great night out and after dinner saw a movie. When we got home mom asked if we could do one make-up session. I said yes and we sat there again at the table. Upon completion she asked me if I wanted to watch TV. I said sure, after I clean up. Oh silly boy that can wait. Lets watch a DVD. We watched a movie and I was getting sleepy. So I excused myself, washed and went to bed.

The weekend was non eventful and with our own stuff we did not have make-up sessions or other solid interaction. It was a typical boring weekend for me and mom had a date Saturday that was not a love connection. Sunday night ended early as I had school and mom work on Monday.

With a new work week I thought OK the make-up sessions are over. Well that night after dinner I was about to leave the kitchen and mom said we need to practice my sessions and I want to teach you this week to see if I can train the ladies to apply the make-up themselves. If I can teach you Chris then I can train any one. I said OK and sat back down. I had never thought about this, but I was helping mom, right? Well we discussed all the stuff in her box and I was surprised about the complexity. We worked for a couple of hours and when I saw the results they were OK. Wow I could learn this confusing stuff.

After my initial lessons, I was doing real well by Tuesday evening. While I was applying the make-up mom made us Sundays. We sat eating the ice cream and chatting. After the ice cream, mom asked me a favor. Chris, I want to apply your make-up again and see how I do, but could you be a sweetie and wear one of my blouses to let me see the full effect? Mom, I replied, no problem, it is just us. She said well I was going to ask you to wear a dress if that would not scare you. Mom, I am not sure but I think it will be OK. Mom hugged me and grabbed my hand taking me to her bedroom. I was thinking, if the make-up is having this effect what the heck will happen in a dress?