"Mom," Satya yelled, as he emerged from the bathroom wearing the thick, fluffy towel Alisha had left for him. "Come here! Please?"
"Yes, honey," Alisha asked, hurrying into the room. She knew full well what was causing Satya's paniced yell.
"Y-You have a dress laid out on the bed. Should I put it back into the closet? Or, um, d-do you... You don't expect me to wear it, do you?"
"Well, I uh, I thought I... was hoping you might wear it for me. Would you like to wear it for me? Just do it for me once, please?"
"Wear a dress? Me?" Satya asked. "Why? I'm a boy."
"Well... I personally think you'd look lovely in it, if you would just give it a try. Just this one time before we get rid of all that girly stuff."
"Oh? But do I have to?" Was Satya's question to her, but inside he was screaming, 'YES! YES! I'll wear it, and all the other things, too, if you'll just leave it all for me and not get rid of any of it!'
"No. You don't have to if you don't want. I won't force you to, but...," Alisha Patel paused before revealing what she believed to be true. "Satya, when you were here the other day, while Ankita and I were talking in the other room, you were in this bedroom. After you left, I came in here to see what you had been doing and I noticed that the closet door wasn't completely closed, so I knew you had been in there. I opened the closet door and discovered that this dress wasn't hung up correctly... Open the closet."
Alisha Patel motioned towards the closet and Satya stepped over and opened the door.
"Notice how all the clothes in there are all perfectly lined up, and hanging straight up and down?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Well this dress, it was sticking out, indicating it had been put away in a rush. Also, look at how every dress and top faces to the left. This dress was facing right. Not only had you taken it out, but you also took it off the hanger. That told me that you had a real interest in it. I ended up in there for quite some time, imagining you standing here holding it up to yourself in front of the mirror."
Satya looked over at the bed and gazed at the thin, sleeveless frock that was lying on the bed. It was a sunny yellow on top that faded into light sky blue then into a deep ocean blue before becoming a sandy beach tan color towards the bottom.
He dropped his gaze to the floor.
He was embarassed and couldn't bear to look at Alisha now.
She saw this and responded, "I bet you would look so pretty in it. Just once, will you please let me see?"
Continuing to stare down at the floor, Satya replied, "Is it right for a boy to interested in wearing girl's stuff? Boys aren't supposed to, right? Besides, what if somebody sees me?"
"I see no right or wrong in this," Alisha Patel said. "If it makes me-err, you happy. If you like wearing girl's clothes, then why not?... Look, for now, if it makes you feel better, we'll just do it here in the house. No one else will know. Although, I have to say, all my neighbors know how excited I was about adopting a girl. I never told any of then about a boy. So, when they do see you they'll be expecting a girl. Plus, if they meet you, then you switch later, well, it'll just be easier..."
Satya looked up at Alisha Patel with a blank expression. 'Wait, switch?' he thought. What is she planning for me? After a moment Alisha Patel saw that he was smiling in his eyes.
"Okay," Satya hesitantly began, "I want you to be happy. You're giving me a home, free from all the abuse and other garbage I've had to deal with before. You're adopting me and finally giving me a family, a real family. This is all more than I deserve, and I don't want to screw it up, so if you want to see me in this dress, I'll try it. Just for you."
"Oh, honey, I'm happy having you, however you dress. Please don't ever think you don't have a choice, besides you can admit it if you want to wear the dress. It's okay. You don't have to try to make up a reason and pretend you're only doing it because of me. I think you really want to wear it just as badly as I want you to."
Alisha Patel gave Satya a tender hug, and the boy responded by hugging her back even more firmly. She felt his delicate, dainty body within her sturdy hug. suddenly realizing how ill-prepared this boy was to ever fit into the tough, hard world of men.
Alisha Patel then went into the dresser and pulled out a pair of blue satin panties and a matching bra with very small, foam padded cups. Both with the tags still on. "I bought these expecting a girl named Riya, but she's going back to her mother-"
Satya interrupted her, "All these clothes were for her. So, are you actually going to take them back now?"
Well---," She reached out towards Satya, holding the bra and panties towards him. "they look to be pretty much your size. If any of them fit, and you like them, we can certainly keep them."
Satya's cheeks turned rosy red. He liked the clothes very much; he'd examined pretty much all of them the other day and had become quite giddy with excitement over the possibility of being able to wear each and every one of them.
"I've never seen so many nice clothes for one person, I-I don't know what to say," Satya said.
Alisha Patel pulled the tags off of the bra and panties, explaining, "I want you to totally undress and then put these on."
Satya hesitated. "Now?"
"Yes silly, now. You're so cute. I was married for 22 years and I raised sons, so I know what your plumbing looks like," she laughed. "There's no reason to be embarassed."
Nonetheless, Satya still turned his back to Mary
Alisha before disrobing and quickly pulling the panties on.
"Now, my darling." Alisha Patel said firmly once Satya was standing naked before her. "No girl of mine is going to keep their room a mess. I was raised with the belief that properly mannered girls are neat and don't drop their things any ol' place on the floor, and you will be too. Get down there and pick up your towel and boxers. Then I want you to fold them neatly on the chair."
"Sorry," he said, stooping over to do as he was ordered.
The new foster mother smiled to herself, as she saw this 14-year-old boy, standing before her, puling a pair of panties up his legs. He was so tender-looking; his narrow shoulders, slender arms, smooth back and cute behind already looked more girlish than boy.
She knew it wouldn't take long before he started to love being the girl she had always wanted; in fact, he'd perhaps be sweeter than any other girl in the foster care system.
She certainly hoped he would.
Once Satya turned back around, Alisha Patel helped him to put the bra on, realizing that, at his age, he would need breast forms if they were going to keep the illusion realistic.
When that was done, Alisha Patel took a new leggings out of another drawer, and ordered Satya to sit in a chair.
She marveled at Satya's slender feet and ankles and soft thighs. This child was too beautiful, too feminine to waste on going through life as a boy, she mused.
"Watch me. Note how I do this," she demanded. "Soon you'll have to do this on your own."
"Yes, ma'am," he answered, beginning to realize that this was real, it was actually happening. Without even having to ask, his dream was about to come true. His new mother was going to make him into a girl!
At that moment, even though his external excitement, even though this was a dream coming true, something in his brain told him he should tell her to stop, but he was able to control his mouth and he said nothing.
She placed his feet into the legging she had rolled up, filling out the feet, then ankles, and calves, up to just above his knee.
"Do you think you can do this on your own, now?"
"Yes, ma'am. I've watched my aunt do that, many times."
They put the dress on over his head and it fell down around his body, ending mid thigh. She then handed him a pair of flats, black patent leather flats, and he placed his feet in them. They were a little tight, but still wearable.
"We'll have to return these tomorrow and get you some that fit," Alisha Patel told the boy.
"Let me see how I look," he told her, but she held him back. "No, let's finish you up first."
She then began to brush his hair, his fine black hair. It went to his neck and could easily be fashioned either as a boy or girl style. She brushed it back, letting it flow naturally, before wrapping a pink ribbon around it in the back. She then applied a little lipstick, a hint of light pink color that brightened and made his full lips glow.
She following that with a quick thin strip of eyeliner, the slightest hint of blush on his cheeks, and darkened his eyebrows just a bit, trimming them slightly with scissors.
"Now stand up, my dear," she ordered. "And look at yourself in the mirror."
"Oh, wow," he gushed. "Look at me, I'm- I'm pretty." Looking in the mirror, Satya saw only a teen girl staring back. He did an awkward little twirl.
"No darling, I disagree. You're more than pretty, you're beautiful," she responded, hugging him tightly as the two looked in the mirror together.
"And," the boy said. "You're beautiful, too. I love the dress you are wearing."
"Why thank you honey. I wore this just for you. I don't get much chance to dress up these days, and I thought I would, because this is such a special occasion."
Alisha Patel was tall, and not the most slender woman her age, but she wasn't fat either, she had curves.
On this day, she wore a blue chiffon saree . Even at forty-one, she still had lovely, slender body and a smooth, youthful face. She let her hair flow freely, and had modest lipstick on.
"Mommy, I think we're both beautiful," Satya said.
Alisha Patel and Satya stood there smiling into the mirror. Yes, indeed, she thought, just like mother and daughter. "But Satya is name for a girl," she stated, adding. "Do you want to change the name?"
The boy thought for a minute, before asking, "Why not Satya?"
"Why not?" Alisha responded, pleased with the name. Again, they both hugged.
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