get ready for your parents

You leap out of bed and run into the bathroom. You rush through the motions of having a shower and brushing your teeth then collect all of your new cosmetic items and cram them into your bathroom cabinet.

After this you quickly head back into the bedroom and grab the most unisex clothes you can find. You end up wearing white running socks, some sweatpants and a pale blue t-shirt. Unfortunately your new tits are still quite obvious.

I need to hide these somehow, and my hair as well.

Rifling through your old clothes, you pull out a large baggy hoodie and an old baseball cap. You pull on the hoodie and tuck your long hair up into the cap then look in the mirror. Surprisingly, you do start to look like your old self and think it might be enough to fool your parents for one morning at least.

Next, you run around your apartment clearing up every aspect of your new sissy life and just generally tidying up. Soon enough, your apartment looks just about presentable.

For a 23 year old anyway.

You look at the clock again, 09:25.

Ok, they should be here any minute.

The place is tidy and I don't look like a girl.

Just need to keep them talking for a bit, finish breakfast and get rid of them.

I can tell them properly in the future when I'm more prepared.

Buzzzz*

The intercom sounds next to your door. You head over and push the reciever.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetie it's us. Can you let us up please?"

"Sure Mum".

You press the open button and you can hear a buzz and a click from the intercom as your parents enter the the building.

It's only a few moments before they've reached the third floor and you're welcoming them into your apartment.

"Hey Champ, we brought breakfast".

"Hi Dad".

You're mother sweeps in behind him and embraces you.

"It's good to see you".

"Hi Mum".

You usher them both inside and sit them down at your small kitchen table before unpacking the food they brought and making a pot of tea.

The next half an hour or so goes easy enough. Your parents help you make breakfast, then you sit down together and eat. Most of the oppurtunity to talk is lost thanks to hungry bellies.

It's not long however before you all finish and your parents want to be shown around your new apartment.

"It's not very big, just the 3 rooms?"

"It's fine dad, I'm on my own anyway".

"But that might change, what happens when you want to bring a girl round?"

"I doubt that will be an issue dad".

"Oh leave him alone Patrick, no need to tease him".

"I think it's a lovely apartment sweetheart".

"Thanks Mum".

This keeps up a while longer. Your parents seem to want to tell you about every little thing that has happened to every possible family member since you were last at home.

This is good, just keep them talking about themselves.

"...and your cousin Daniel got that promotion. Oh! We haven't asked about your new job yet".

Crap.

"That's right, tell us all about it".

"There isn't much to tell, I've only been there a week".

"Do you have your own office?"

"Yeah".

"Does it pay well?"

"Pretty well".

"What about your new boss? Tell us about him".

"He...well...uhmm".

"What is it sport? Does he work you too hard?"

"No".

"Does he treat you well?"

"Of course".

"Then what?"

"It's nothing, I'm fine, I like being under him".

"As long as you're ok sweetheart, that's all that matters to us".

"Well, look at the time, we need to be going".

"Ok dear, let me just get my things".

Your parents gather up their coats and bags and you gently but firmly try to guide them to the door. Your mother keeps asking question after question about your new job but your dad seems to get the message and pulls her towards the door as well.

He probably thinks I'm getting them out of the way so I can have a girl in here.

I suppose that's almost true.

"Come on Julie, leave the poor kid alone, we don't want to be late anyway".

"See you later Alex".

"Bye Dad".

"Bye sweetheart, love you".

"Love you too mum, bye".

The front door closes with an emphatic click.

Thank god, I don't think I could have evaded her questions much longer.

You clear up the remnants of breakfast then pull off your hoodie and cap, figuratively and literally letting your hair down.

You look at the clock again, eager to hear from Mr. Brown. It's only 11:30. With a little time to kill, you turn on your TV and start watching whatever, mostly just vegetating on your bed.

After about an hour, your phone rings.