What are Friends For? Ch. 03

{Thanks, everyone, for the kind words. This chapter isn't as juicy, but hopefully, leads up to the next chapter}

Matt got up, pulling me up, too, and gave me a hug. "This is still weird, but, in a good way weird. I better get out of here before your mom gets home." And he gave me a big smile and headed for the door. "SHIT!". He stopped in the doorway. I thought he forgot something, but he turned back to me, and whispered, "Y-your mom....she's here! Her car is in the drive." His face went white, and I'm guessing mine did too.

At that very moment, she appeared around the hallway. "Surprise! And, NOT one I expected, from you two. Glenda hinted that SOMETHING happened between you, but, I never expected to SEE it. Sit down, Matt." With that, he timidly walked back to the couch, and she stood in front of us. "I knew Glen was having trouble sorting his feelings out, about who he, um, I guess, SHE, was, and I'm ok with it. HOWEVER, I do NOT want to walk into a situation like I did a few minutes ago. Ok. Am I clear? You keep that sort of thing in your own room, Glenda. And You, Matthew... I am so tempted to call your mother."

Matt's eyes got as big as saucers, imagining what his parents would say, or do. "Relax, I'm NOT telling her anything. YOU will do that, whenever you figure out how, and when. I came home early to take my 'new' daughter to dinner. Since, evidently, your "friendship" has taken a new turn, would you like to accompany us, Matt?" He and I looked at each other, not expecting the offer.

"I...umm... maybe another time? I think you and Glen..da have things to talk about. And, honestly, you scared the crap out of me, I don't think I could eat, anyway." Mom grinned at that. I'm sure she enjoyed seeing him sweat.

"Well, then, another time. Tell your mom I said hello. We'll need to do lunch sometime. GLENDA, (looking right at me) brush your hair and... fix your makeup. We will leave in ten minutes."

Matt mousily said a fast goodbye, and make a beeline to the door, and I shot to the bathroom just a fast as I could in heels. I stopped outside of the bathroom door and called out."Mom? I'm... going...like THIS?"

"Yes, dear. You want to be a girl, you may as well get used to going out AS one. Besides, I've never had a daughter before, I want to show her off." I could actually FEEL that smile I know she had. She was loving the awkwardness she caused. I hoped it wouldn't scare Matt away. I was nervous, yes, but excited, too, on the drive. Mom must believe I'm passable, because she'd never let me leave the house like this, if she didn't. She drove outside of our normal local area, and pulled into a restaurant, saying, "I've heard this place is nice. Good food, reasonable prices. As good a place as any for my daughter to... come out." I turned to look at her, and she at me, as she pulled into a parking spot. She patted my hand and smiled, adding, "You've got this this, honey, if it's what you want. You clearly are pretty enough, and <ahem> didn't seem to be afraid to...try things that most girls have to work up to. Let's go in and have a nice meal, then we'll see if there is time to hit a store or two. There are so many things you'll be needing."

Mom and I sat down, I looked around the room, hoping we didn't attract any attention. The restaurant looked to be about half full. I had hoped Mom would pick a table away from other customers, but she picked a table in the middle. I know my nervousness was showing, and mom told me to sit up straight. I was more than aware that my short dress was riding up my thighs, showing most of my legs. Pulling on the dress was pointless. My panties were covered, but not by a lot. My mom noticed a table of guys, probably a little older than me, who seemed to be giving both mom and me the eye. She seemed to be enjoying the attention, while I wanted to shrink in my chair. She leaned in and giggling, whispered that we had fans, and how did I feel about that.

My face was red, and I tried to look away. "You wanted to know if you could be a girl, now you know. Those boys are obviously undressing you, Honey, because of what they think is under that dress. Get used to it, because, even though I'm twice their age, they even look at me that way. It is what happens to pretty, sexy girls, GLENDA. (huge smile) Live with it. I have to say, sometimes it feels good to have men look at me like that, you'll get used to it. I have to say, I never worried about sex with you before, but, you looking like that, AND with what I saw this afternoon, I'm, sure my hair is going to go gray MUCH faster now. This is going to be growing pains for both of us. "

"Sorry, Mom, I...didn't plan it, or think of how hard it might be for you. I just was so excited to FINALLY feel good about myself. Like I...mattered, you know? (then whispering) Even those guys looking at me...it's weird, but, in a good way. I guess I KNOW what they are thinking, but it's STILL exciting. No one EVER gave me a second look, before. Except the guys who harassed me." She patted my hand, and smiled, then winked. We had a nice meal, and when we stood to leave, she turned and waved to the table of guys. We both laughed and headed for the car. Mom looked at her watch, and said we did have an hour or so, maybe we could pick out a couple of outfits for me, and "personal items."

She was on a mission, whizzing through stores, picking up bra/panty sets, nightgowns, shoes, socks, stockings, and a skirt/blouse combo. She was completely confident in the sizes, so I tried nothing on. Next, we went to Ulta, for makeup. Every time I'd think we were finished, we'd pass another store, and mom would say, "Let's look in here!" I KNEW she was spending too much on me, but she WAS on a mission, after all, building a daughter. When we finally walked out, both of us were loaded down with bags. I was sure she was having more fun than me. (Even though I was excited to get home to try on my new things) When we got home, we spent another hour or so, me trying on combinations of outfits, undies, etc, and mom, critiquing them. I may have been most excited over the breast forms, which, once applied, felt SO natural to me. I LOVED the weight of them. Even though B cups, they matched my frame perfectly. We went through bag after bag, but I got to a small one inside of a larger one, which I thought was more makeup, but pulled out a tube of lube. My whole body blushed.

"MOM! What the..." I gasped out. She laughed.

Come on, honey. You forget, I SAW the way you were with Matt, and unlike you, I ALSO saw the way he looked at YOU. So, I know, at some point, you'll need this. I'm NOT rushing you, but I want you to be prepared, WHEN, not IF, it happens. Ok?"

I dropped my head, sheepishly, nodding yes. She was right. I had been wondering if Matt might be willing to explore that part of me. Inside, I lit up a little, when mom said she saw lust in Matt. I had already come to realize, deep inside, that I wanted to be more than Matt's best friend. I wanted to be his girlfriend. Maybe I'd loved him all along, and was just coming to realization.