"Dad," said Melissa, "What are you doing in my ballet costume?"
"I just had to try it on. I want to be a girl. Your leotard is so tight."
"Well, it just looked so cute, I had to try it on. Don't I look sexy in my tights and panties."
Above, his daughter MELISSA, formerly Mike.
Ken Matthews was always being picked last for sports as a youth. As an adult, he never grew to more than 5'6'' or 120 pounds. Being so slight, and having a penchant for crossdressing, the activity came easily to him. However, it was never more than a closet fetish until one day he discovered his 15 year old son Mike wearing his sister's tights.
They discovered that they shared a common bond beyond a mere father son connection. The guys agreed to support eachother in their little hobby. To make up for lost time, Mike was transformed into Melissa, and Ken had himself transformed at the professional crossdress studio into Kendra. Mike, with the aid of hormones, would gradually transition into a girl, and was enrolled in ballet classes to help him work on his femininity. Mike, of course, had to take an extra class with the younger girls to learn the basics that he had missed out on by having to grow up as a boy. Of course, he was required to wear the pink uniform that those girls were required to wear.
Kendra was taking an adult ballet class and had her own dance outfits. However, she loved to sneak on the pink tutu.
In his first year of high school, Mike/Melissa made the cheerleading squad, and brought home the cheer jumper. Kendra saw it and just had to try it on. She grabbed a pair of her own white tights, and new lacy panties, and got dressed. She felt so sexy in the smooth white tights and the girls cheer jumper, and she wished that she could have been an actual cheerleader instead of a stupid, dorky boy. Ken had never been much of a man, but here she was, a gorgeous woman and mother of a teenage daughter.
Kendra slipped on the white tights and stepped into her son's leotard, tutu, and ballet shoes. Mike came home and found his father twirling about the living room.
"Dad, you are so silly," he said. He pulled out his digital camera and snapped photos of his father dancing like a little girl. Mike went and pulled on his tutu, and the boys practiced their ballet moves together and collapsed laughing into eachother's arms. They modeled for eachother. They were total girls.
The boys did eachother's hair and makeup, and tried on several pairs of tights and leotards. Thanks to the special panties that they had bought, there was no fear of showing their "male bulge." Mike showed his dad some cheerleading moves. Before too long, they had nearly forgotten that it was time to head off to the weekly crossdresser's meeting!!!! They both took their hormones and headed out the door.