In Between Codes

Chapter 10

As Tamy stepped through the door, she found her mommy, Martha, waiting for her in the living room, arms folded with a curious smile. "So... what did you get?"

Her daddy, sitting on the couch, glanced up from his book with feigned disinterest, though his eyes betrayed his curiosity. "Yeah, I'm dying to know too," he called from the other room, trying to sound casual.

Tamy grinned and turned to her mommy. "Follow me to my room, and I'll show you!" she said, excitement bubbling in her voice.

Her daddy, not willing to let it go, yelled after them, "No fair! I want to see too!"

Tamy paused in the hallway, throwing her daddy a playful look over her shoulder. "Sorry, Daddy, this is girl's stuff," she teased, before walking off with her mommy.

Once they were in her room, Tamy excitedly began unpacking her bags. She held up the bras, the panties, the sports skirts, and the soft pastel pink pajama set. "Look, Mommy! Aren't they awesome?" Her voice was full of enthusiasm, and it was clear how much she'd enjoyed picking out everything.

Martha took a moment to look over the items. "So, I take it this is going to be a long trial period, huh?" she said, her eyes soft with understanding.

Tamy nodded. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, I'm still figuring it all out."

Her mommy smiled warmly at her. "Well, it's good to take your time. You'll get there."

Then, with a bit of a dramatic flair, Tamy pulled out the final bag, Laura's hand-me-downs. "Oh, and there's one more thing!" She eagerly opened the bag, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Laura gave me some of her old clothes. She said I could try them on and keep whatever I like. I'm so excited to see what's in here!"

Her mommy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "She gave you her clothes?"

"Yeah! Isn't that the coolest thing?" Tamy began pulling out the first item, a stylish jacket. They both analyzed it—checking the fit, the style, and how it made Tamy feel when she slipped it on.

Piece by piece, they went through the items, trying them on, discussing which ones Tamy liked, and how each one felt. Tamy twirled in a few skirts, laughed when something didn't fit quite right, and beamed when she found something that looked perfect. It wasn't just about the clothes—it was about the connection between mother and daughter, the fun of sharing this moment together.

Tamy ended up keeping quite a few things. "Laura's got great taste, and we're almost the same size. Especially with the new bras!" Tamy said, holding up a fitted top she loved.

Martha looked at her daughter, feeling a mixture of pride and joy. "I'm so glad you found things you love. You're growing up so fast," she said softly, giving her a gentle hug.

Tamy smiled, the warmth of the moment settling around her. "Thanks for everything, Mommy. I'm really lucky to have you."

Her mommy squeezed her a little tighter. "I love you, sweetie. And I'm just glad to see you so happy."

Tamy pulled back, a thought flashing in her mind. She bit her lip, a little unsure, but decided to ask anyway. "Mommy... I've been thinking. Anja mentioned something, and... I kind of want to ask if you'd be willing to teach me something."

Martha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's that?"

Tamy hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Well... she said that every lady should know how to do certain things, like keeping her knees together when wearing a skirt, and other stuff like that. I know it sounds silly, but... would you be willing to teach me those things?"

Martha paused, reflecting on what Tamy had said. She could see how much her daughter was truly thinking about this, how serious she was about learning the behaviors and manners that would help her navigate the world as a young woman. Before now, Tamy hadn't really had any exposure to this kind of feminine behavior—not in the way most girls did. It was clear to Martha that this was important to Tamy, and the fact that she was bringing it up meant she had given serious thoughts to her transitioning and  was committed.