I have lasted just over a week. My mother has visited every evening to check up on me, going into the spare bedroom where all my girlie clothes are piled to see if I have been trying them. She kept saying it was just a matter of time. 

i got home from work this afternoon so tied up inside because of the beautifully dressed girl on my train, wearing such a pretty short dress and long, nyloned legs and heels. I showered and found myself using my pink razor to remove the hair that had started to regrow on my body. Patted myself dry and trembling, walked into the spare bedroom. My hands were shaking as I chose a pair of peach coloured satin panties trimmed with grey lace. God, I've missed pretty lace. Part of me felt disgust at being so weak, but I stepped inside the panties and pulled them up, feeling the lace scratch my nude legs, pulling them over my ass, seeing my cock disappear into the feminine prison. Then pick up the matching bra and sigh with submission and excitement as I put my arms through the straps and fasten it, catching sight of myself in the mirror, so cute in bra and panties. Rolling nylons up my legs, such an electric feeling of pure pleasure. And step into a pretty lace skater dress and zip myself inside, the dress helping to shape my body as it should be, as a girl. I'm almost sick with the pleasure and guilt.

My mother laughed at me saying she knew I couldn't give it up. She has bought me a dildo as a gift for me to practice with. She loves all the comments on my profile page, especially the ones about me being a little slut who needs to dress and take cock. I am sleeping in a nightie tonight and she has thrown out the male underwear I bought so it's back to panties, bra and stockings tomorrow. I am so relieved.