Dreams, Secrets, and Transformations: Beyond the Enchanted Looking Glass

ch16 Family

The next morning, Brooke woke up early and took a long, hot shower, relishing in the feel of her smooth, newly manicured hands and the beautiful pink nail polish on her fingers. She put on one of the new dresses she had purchased and felt a sense of confidence and femininity wash over her as she admired herself in the mirror.

She then made her way downstairs to the kitchen, where her mother was already preparing breakfast. She turned around when she heard her enter the room and smiled warmly. "Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?"

"Yeah, Mom. Best sleep ever. I still find it hard to believe I'm getting to be a girl." She gushed excitedly as she sat down at the kitchen island, taking in the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs wafting through the air.
They enjoyed their breakfast together, talking about Brooke's experiences as a girl so far. Her mother shared some stories of her own from her early experiences on this side of the mirror and talked about how temptingit was just never return. As they finished eating, they began to brainstorm ideas for the day.

"You know," her mother began, "we spent most of the day yesterday, trying on clothes and all, but do a little more this morning? Maybe we could go buy bikinis and spend the day at the beach?"

The idea of showing off her new body in a two-piece bathing suit made Brooke's heart race with both excitement and trepidation. Brad had never worn a bikini before and feared going out that exposed. But then he remembered it wasn't his own male body that would be exposed in the bikini, but Brookes, with her beautiful feminine curves. A feminine confidence arose in him and couldn't think of anything better he wanted to do. "That sounds like a plan, Mom!" she exclaimed, already imagining herself lounging on the sand, her long legs stretched out in the warm sun, the cool ocean water lapping at her newly smooth skin, and nearby boys checking her out.

Wait, Brooke thought. No, no, on second thought, maybe not. I don't want boys checking me out.  Buy on the other hand, they'd be checking out Brooke's body and I will be able to see what's it's like to be in that situation as a girl.

She looked up at her mother, who seemed to sense her confusion. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Aren't you excited about going to the beach?"
"Well, yeah...I just...I don't know. It's different this time."

Her mother smiled understandingly and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I understand, sweetie. It's natural to feel self-conscious, but remember, you'll not be a boy in a swimsuit, just a girl, my daughter, which means I'll be right there beside you, supporting you every step of the way. We can take it slow, okay?"

Brooke felt a warmth spread through her chest at her mother's words. She realized that while the mirror may have given her a glimpse into the life of a girl, her father/mother's love and understanding were what truly made her feel comfortable and safe. With renewed courage, she nodded. "Okay, Mom. Let's do this."

They spent the morning shopping for bikinis, trying on various styles and colors until they found two that they thought suited Brooke well. One was a simple black two-piece with a bandeau top and high-waisted bottoms, while the other was a fun, floral print bikini set with a halter top and low waisted, high-cut bottoms. Both looked incredible on her and made her feel confident and pretty. She didn't tell her mom but she chose to buy the floral print set because it also made her feel sexy too. She was starting to really warm up to the idea of getting to see what is like to be found attractive as a girl.

Finally, they headed to the beach with a picnic basket filled with sandwiches, fruit, and cold drinks. The sun was shining brightly in the cloudless sky, and the ocean glistened invitingly beneath it. They found a spot on the sand, set up their towels, and unpacked their things. As they laid out their beach towels, Brooke couldn't help but feel her heart race a little faster. She took a deep breath, telling herself to relax and enjoy this moment, and slowly began to strip down to her new bikini. She hesitantly revealed her new body to her mother, who gave her a reassuring smile and nod of approval.

Brooke sucked in her stomach and straightened her spine, feeling surprisingly confident in her floral print bikini. She looked over at her mother, who was already changing into her own bikini.

"Wow, dad, I mean, mom," Brooke exclaimed.  "You look great for your age."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"How many women do you know back home who are the same age as you and look as good as you do right now? No stretch marks, no dimples, no cellulite. You got thigh gap, legs for days, and killer curves. Every guy I know would call you a definite MILF."

Her mother, now blushing deeply, laughed and swatted Brooke's arm playfully. "Watch your language, but thanks. I'll take that as a wonderful compliment."

"I get it now. No wonder you make so much money as a stripper."

"Burlesque dancer," Amanda corrected.

They spent the next few hours laughing, talking, and building sandcastles together. Brooke took small dips into the water, feeling the cool ocean wash away her inhibitions. Her mother watched her with a proud smile, noticing boys checking Brooke out and seeing Brooke notice the admiring glances.

"You know, sweetheart," Amanda began, "it's perfectly normal for boys your age to find you attractive. It doesn't mean you have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"Mom! Seriously?"

"Well, I see the boys looking and I see your reaction. You aren't worried about their attention at all. In fact, I'd say you've been trying to get their attention."

"Mom! That's not true. I've just been enjoying myself."

"Of course you have, sweetie. But you have to remember that your body is different now. You're a beautiful girl and a lot of things you do are going to turn guys on whether you want it to or not."

"Mom, you're embarrassing me," Brooke giggled, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Can we just go back to enjoying the beach or something?"

"Sure, but even so, I'm gonna make a note to buy you a pack of condoms for next time you're here, just in case.  Wouldn't want you to find out you couldn't return through the mirror, just because you had some guys joy juice inside you. Or worse, got stuck here because you were pregnant."

Brooke shook her head in disgust. "I can't, mom, I can't even...." She made a retching sound as she headed back toward the water.

As the day went on, they continued to enjoy each other's company. The father and son turned mother and daughter duo laughed and splashed in the water, their bodies moving in harmony with the rhythm of the waves. Brooke's mother watched her daughter with a mixture of pride and nostalgia, remembering when she was the same age and felt the same way about herself, while simultaneously feeling sadness that she didn't get to live through the experience personally, but only through Amanda's memories of the experience.

In turn, Gerald was overjoyed getting to be there to see Brad live this experience. He couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, knowing that his son was getting to experience his dream life as a confident, smart, and beautiful teenage girl.