Big Men of the House:55 Book Story Bundle Box Set(14)

By: Wendy Pound

I took some of the stuff labeled eye shadow because I assumed that was for your eyes. I painted it on my eyelids like I was filling in a coloring book. I put some foundation on and tried a few other things out. I put some ruby red lipstick on my lips and then looked at the finished product in the mirror. I couldn't help but laugh at myself in the mirror. I looked like a clown from a circus.

I splashed some water on my face to get it off but it wouldn't go away. I scrubbed my eyes harder and the stuff barely came off. I knew that I was definitely going to need help. I yelled downstairs to my mom, “Hey! Can you help me up here?”

“Be there in a second!” she called back. I could hear her footsteps up the stairs and into the bathroom. “Oh my!” she put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. “I see you really do need help.”

“Well I tried to get it off with water but it didn't work,” I said sadly.

“That's because you need this.” My mom picked up a tube that said eye makeup remover. “This will get any waterproof makeup off your eyes. Try it out.”

I took the tube and poured it on a circular pad and wiped my eyes. “Wow it's like magic.” The makeup that I was having such a hard time with had all disappeared. “Can you show me how to put this stuff on?”

For the next couple hours, my mother showed me how to use the makeup effectively. There was a lot of trial and error but the end result was beautiful. I looked totally different. I was older, wiser, and more importantly a woman now. I got goosebumps as I studied my face in the mirror. The thought of dating boys entered my mind and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

“You need to open your last gift,” my mom reminded me. She pulled me away from the mirror even though I wanted to keep staring at how much my face had transformed. She led me back downstairs to the kitchen table with the present sitting on it.

I wondered what it could be. The makeup was such a surprise. I couldn't imagine what else it could be. I held the present in my hand and felt the weight. It was a lot lighter than the makeup. I ripped the wrapping paper off to reveal a white box. I opened it to find tissue paper which hid a piece of white clothing. It looked like one of my many white dresses but this was different. I pulled it out and I could immediately see the differences. It wasn't as long as my others. The dress had a low neckline that would show off my cleavage. All my other dresses closed up around my neck. They were super conservative. This dress was the exact opposite. It was sexy and daring.

“Wow mom, this dress is amazing!” I stood up and put the dress up against me. It showed almost all of my thighs.

“This dress is very special,” my mom began. “After tonight, you won't be pure anymore. This dress symbolizes your transition into womanhood. And tonight will be the last time you wear it.”

I didn't understand what she was saying. Not “pure” anymore? “What do you mean? Why can't I wear the dress again?”

She motioned for me to sit down. “This might be difficult for you to understand so I'll explain slowly. Our family has a tradition that's been passed down from generation to generation. When a woman is of age, she is to lay with her father.

“What?” I interrupted. My brain couldn't process what she was telling me.

My mom put her hand up,“Let me finish and then you can ask any questions. Tonight you will be together with your step-father. He will put his seed into you and he'll become the father of your child.

“But...he's your husband!” My hands were shaking. I couldn't believe what was going on.

“Yes, he's my husband,” she said calmly. “But for tonight he is temporarily yours.”

“I can't do that mom! It's wrong!” I screamed.

“Oh but you must Taylor. It's a family tradition. Your first time will be painful but trust me, it's a magical experience that you'll never forget.” She grabbed my hands to keep me from shaking. “Take a deep breath honey. It'll be fine. You will wear the dress for your stepdad and enjoy it.”

I didn't know what to say. I was blindsided. I wasn't ready to lay with a man! What was I supposed to do? I already knew I had no choice. My family was all I had. I was going to have to go through with it.

“Now go upstairs and change. I'll help you fix your makeup before your stepdad comes home.” She nudged me towards the stairs and I went up like a robot. I got to my room and took the white dress out. It's what I always wanted to wear. I wanted to be sexy like the women on TV and now I had the chance. I undressed and threw the dress over my head. It fit tightly. I was used to free and flowing dresses. This one showed off every curve of my body.

I stared at myself in the mirror, admiring my body. The top of my breasts were showing and I was a little embarrassed. The dress only reached to above my knees. I almost felt naked. But at the same time I felt a sense of power. A feeling that I was no longer a little girl anymore.

My mom came upstairs and smiled when she saw me in the dress. “You look great! Your stepdad is going to love it. Now let's fix that makeup of yours.”