Barbie arrived home earlier than expected. The afternoon was golden and warm, a quiet day that felt like an invitation to relax. Business at the club had been slow lately, so she’d decided to trade the neon lights for a bit of early sunshine.
She tossed the mail onto the kitchen island with a dull thud, waiting for the familiar sound of her oldest son, Jase, appearing to ask about dinner. When the house remained silent, she got curious, what was he doing? As she moved down the hallway toward his room, a low, rhythmic murmur reached her ears—a second voice, muffled by the half-open door.
Expecting to find him gaming with a friend, she pushed the door open with her usual lack of ceremony.
The question Barbie had been quietly asking herself for years—whether Jase was gay—was answered in a single, vivid heartbeat.
Jase was on the bed, positioned on his hands and knees, his back arched. Behind him, another young man was locked into a deep, steady rhythm, pumping away with a focus that didn’t break until Barbie spoke.
“Well, hello.”
The effect was instantaneous. Both boys scrambled in a blind panic. The guy behind her son practically launched himself off the bed, stumbling to find his footing, while Jase rolled over in a blur of motion, desperately clutching a pillow to his chest to hide himself.
Barbie leaned against the doorframe, her expression unreadable but far from angry. “I would ask what the two of you are up to,” she said, her voice steady, “but it looks like I already know the answer to that question.”
She turned her gaze toward her son, who was looking at her with wide, terrified eyes. “So, how long has this been going on?”
“You mean… today?” Jase muttered, his face turning a deeper shade of crimson.
Barbie rolled her eyes. “No, not just today, you idiot.”
“Just a few months,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
Barbie shifted her attention to the guest. She took her time, her eyes tracing the lines of his athletic frame before settling on his cock. Her son’s guest was still very much aroused despite the shock. “How about you?” she asked. “How long have you been having sex with my son?” She let her gaze linger for a beat longer than necessary. “By the way, nice cock.”
The guy blinked, stunned by her bluntness. “This is… the fourth or fifth time,” he managed to say.
Barbie let out a slow breath, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. She stepped back just enough to signal she wasn’t going to cause a scene, but she wasn’t leaving either.
“Well,” she said, looking from the terrified friend on the floor back to her son on the bed. “Don’t let me interrupt you. You may as well finish.”
“Are you going to stay, or leave us alone?” Jase asked, his voice cracking slightly as he searched his mother’s face for a sign of a joke.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Barbie replied, her eyes cool and observant as she took in the scene. “But you may as well get back after it. Go ahead.” She made a casual, sweeping motion with her hand toward the friend, her gaze dropping to the boy’s semi-hard length. “Get it back in him before you lose your wood.”
Jase’s friend stood there, paralyzed, his mouth slightly open as he tried to process the surreal turn the afternoon had taken. “Are… are you sure?” he stammered, looking between Jase and his mother standing in the doorway.
“Yep, get back to it,” Barbie said decisively.
She didn’t wait for a second invitation. With a click of her heels, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving the door ajar just enough to let the light from the hallway spill across the carpet.
She retreated to the kitchen, but she didn’t start supper. Instead, she leaned against the counter, listening. The house was quiet for a long minute, then she heard the familiar, rhythmic creak of the bed springs starting up again—slower this time, more deliberate.
A few moments later, Barbie slipped off her shoes and poured herself a glass of wine. She stood there in the quiet of the kitchen, a smirk playing on her lips as the muffled sounds of her son’s playdate drifted down the hall. She wasn’t the kind of mother to hover, but she was definitely the kind to keep things interesting.
Barbie was busy at the stove when the two boys finally emerged from the bedroom. The friend looked like he wanted to vanish, mumbling a fractured goodbye and giving a stiff, awkward wave before bolting out the front door. Jase stood there for a moment, shifting his weight, before sinking into a kitchen chair. He knew the silence wasn’t going to last; a very different kind of conversation was about to begin.
“So,” Barbie started, not looking up from the pan. “You want to tell me what’s going on? When did this start?”
“Spring, last year,” Jase admitted, his voice low.
Barbie stopped stirring and looked at him. “So not just a few months ago. More like fourteen months?”
“Yeah,” he said reluctantly.
She didn’t flinch. As a woman who had seen every side of human desire, she went straight to the point. “How many other guys have you been with?”
“Seven,” he whispered, looking at his hands.
“Are you always on the bottom, or do you top some of them too?”
Jase looked up, startled by her clinical tone. “There’s only one guy I top… and that’s only because it’s the only way he’ll agree to top me back.”
“Interesting,” Barbie mused. “Do you actually enjoy it, or are you just more comfortable being the ‘girl’ in the situation?”
Jase took a breath, finding a strange relief in finally saying it out loud. “I enjoy topping too, but for some reason, I’ve always just wanted to be on the receiving end instead.”
“I assume you’re giving head, too?” When he nodded, she pushed further. “Do you let them cum in your mouth? Do you swallow?”
Jase met her eyes this time. “I do now. It took a while before I could get myself to do it without wanting to puke, but I’ve gotten to like it.”
Barbie nodded slowly. She had a thousand more questions, but the sound of the garage door told her time was up. “Your brother will be home any second. We’ll talk more later.”
True to her word, after supper, Barbie sent her younger son out to mow the lawn, creating a window of privacy. She led Jase back to his room and sat him down.
“I’m picking you up tomorrow at one,” she explained. “I made a doctor’s appointment for a checkup and some meds.”
Jase bristled immediately. “I don’t need meds to change how I feel, Mom.”
“Settle down,” she countered firmly. “That’s not what this is. The doctor will explain it tomorrow. Now, I want to ask you something—and don’t be embarrassed, I’m just trying to help. Do you feel like you’re more of a girl than a boy? Inside?”
Jase stared at her, wondering how she’d managed to read the thoughts he’d kept buried for years. “Yeah. Sometimes I do.”
“Is it just the sex, or do you actually want to look like one?”
“Both,” Jase admitted. “I get into a different mindset before I have sex. I think about having boobs, a nice butt… what I’d be wearing.”
“Have you actually worn anything?”
“Yes. I took a bra and panties from Jake’s sister’s drawer.”
Barbie raised an eyebrow. “Jake’s sister? The blonde with the big boobs? That bra must have had a lot of empty space.”
“Yeah,” Jase muttered. “Even stuffing it, there’s too much room.”
“Get it out,” she commanded. “I’ll be right back.”
She returned with a box of professional silicone prosthetics—the ones she’d used to test-drive sizes before her own breast augmentation. She watched as Jase awkwardly hooked the bra. “She’s a big girl, alright,” Barbie remarked, sliding the heavy, realistic silicone inserts into the cups. “Now, put your shirt on.”
The regular T-shirt didn’t do the new curves justice. Barbie disappeared again, returning with a tight, vintage tank top from her pre-surgery days. Jase pulled it on, and the transformation was startling. He turned to the mirror, mesmerized by the silhouette looking back at him.
“Tomorrow, after the doctor, we’re going shopping,” Barbie said, watching his reaction. “We’ll get you things that actually fit.”
“I can’t be seen buying girl’s underwear in public,” Jase said, panic rising in his voice.
“Don’t worry. I know a place with a men’s section specifically for this. They help people with this all the time.”
The lawnmower outside cut out, signaling the end of their session. Barbie told him to keep the tank and the inserts, warning him to be careful with the expensive silicone.
The next day, a whirlwind of clinical conversations and a trip to a specialized boutique. In the “Men’s-Lady” section, Jase picked out lace panties, bras, a bodysuit, and a delicate teddy that actually accommodated his frame. On the way out, they stopped at the wig display. After trying on several, they narrowed it down to a long, flowing blonde and a sophisticated auburn red. Barbie bought both.
“This is coming out of my travel savings,” she reminded him, “so you better appreciate it.”
“Thank you, Mom,” Jase said, his voice thick with genuine gratitude. “This is amazing.”
Their final stop was a thrift store to round out a wardrobe without breaking the bank. As they pulled back into the driveway, Barbie turned to him.
“That footlocker at the end of your bed? Empty the blankets out and put all of this in there. Keep it locked. Your younger brother doesn’t need to see this—he can’t keep his mouth shut.” She glanced at the clock. “We have a little time before he gets back from practice. Do you want to do a full dress-up to see the finished product?”
Jase’s smile was the widest Barbie had seen in years—a mix of pure excitement and raw relief. “Okay,” she said, matching his energy. “Take all of this to your room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
While Jase scrambled down the hall, Barbie made a quick, hushed call to a friend of hers, a makeup expert. After arranging a later visit, she headed into Jase’s room.
He was already standing there in the lace bra and panties they’d just bought, fumbling with the silicone inserts. They were tricky to balance, and they kept sliding toward his armpits. Barbie stepped in, her hands sure and practiced. She took the prosthetics, settled them firmly into the centers of the cups, and adjusted the straps to give him a natural lift.
“Here,” she said, tossing him the light lime colored skirt and the soft, form-fitting top they’d found at the thrift store. “Put these on.”
Jase pulled the clothes on, his movements becoming more graceful as the silhouette began to take shape. Barbie reached into the box and pulled out the long, blonde wig. She draped it over his head, carefully tucking his natural hair beneath the cap and brushing the strands so they framed his face perfectly.
She stepped back to survey her work.
Even Barbie, who was rarely shocked by a transformation, felt her breath catch. The soft blonde hair hid his jawline, and the clothing smoothed out his frame into something undeniably feminine. With just a touch of makeup to hide what little facial hair he had, the person standing in front of her wouldn’t be Jase—she would be a stunning young woman.
“What do you think?” Barbie asked softly.
Jase didn’t say a word. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror, his hands trembling as they drifted over his new curves. Then, without warning, he let out a choked sob. He turned and threw his arms around his mom, hugging her with a desperate, crushing intensity. In that embrace, the weight of years of hiding finally seemed to break.
“Okay,” Barbie said, gently pulling back from the hug. “You better get changed before your brother gets home. Keep the wigs on the styrofoam heads so they don’t tangle, and I’ll get you another lockable chest for the rest of your clothes tomorrow.”
She headed toward the door, pausing with her hand on the frame. “Keep Saturday open. We’re going to get you all made up, and then we’re going out in public. We’ll see how you feel and what you think when the world is looking at you.” She gave him a wink. “Oh yeah, you need to think of a girl’s name. Something that fits you and what you want.”
Jase nodded, still looking a bit dazed by the speed of it all, and Barbie closed the door behind her.
The rest of the evening felt deceptively normal. They ate supper, the younger brother chattered about baseball practice and being at the lake, along with the usual domestic hum filled the house. But once Barbie retreated to her own bedroom, the silence felt. She turned the TV on for background noise, but her mind was spinning through the events of the last thirty hours.
Had she moved too fast? Rushing him to the doctor, buying a whole wardrobe, the wigs—was she pushing him, or just finally giving him the permission he’d been starving for?
She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting into deeper, more complicated territory. “I wonder if he’s even been with a female,” she whispered to the empty room.
The thought took root. She knew he was comfortable being “the girl” with guys, but she wondered if he’d ever experienced the other side of the coin. Has he ever been with a girl? What if he hasn’t? What if he doesn’t know how wonderful that connection can be? She thought about Jase’s admission—that he only topped one guy because it was the “price” for being topped himself. It made her wonder about the nature of his desire. Was he truly trans, or was he just a boy who hadn’t found the right way to be a man yet? Or was he something else entirely?
Barbie rolled onto her side, the “what ifs” haunting her. She was a woman who believed in exploring every facet of pleasure. If she was going to help him find himself, she realized she might need to help him explore everything—not just the silk and the lace, but the fundamental nature of who he wanted to be in bed, and with whom.
Barbie reached for her phone, the blue light of the screen illuminating her face in the dark room. She typed out a quick text to Jase: Have you ever done anything with a girl?
The reply was instant and blunt: No.
Barbie’s eyebrows shot up. Nothing at all? she pushed.
No. Why? She didn’t reply immediately, letting the question hang as she stared at the ceiling. A few minutes later, her phone buzzed again: Why?
She took a deep breath, her decision made. Come to my room in five minutes.
She dropped the phone and sprang into action. She moved to her dresser with practiced grace, pulling out a matching set of black with gold trim lingerie—the kind that made her feel powerful and untouchable. She stripped off her oversized T-shirt and shorts, sliding into the silk and lace. She gave her hair a quick, messy tousle in the mirror, checking her reflection just as the door clicked open.
Jase stepped inside and froze. His eyes went wide, his gaze darting from the floor to his mother standing there in nothing but her black lace finery.
“Come in,” Barbie said, her voice dropping into that smooth, commanding tone. “Come in and close the door.”
Jase obeyed, his movements stiff with confusion and a sudden, sharp tension. “Mom, what’s going on?”
“Before I help you go any further with becoming a girl,” Barbie explained, stepping toward him until she was well within his personal space, “I think you need to know what it’s like to be with one first. You’ve spent so much time thinking about being the one in the lace, you’ve never learned what it’s like to be the one taking it off.”
She reached out, her hand resting flat against his chest, feeling his heart hammering against his ribs. “So, I’m going to help you with that. I’m going to be your first.”
Jase’s breath shallowed. The air in the room was a buzz, the maternal boundaries blurring into something far more primal. “You… you’re serious?”
“I’m very serious,” she whispered, her fingers trailing up to the collar of his shirt. “You need to know the whole story before you decide which character you’re going to play. Now, take your shirt off. Let’s see if we can’t show you what you’ve been missing.”
Barbie stepped up, her hands steady as she helped him peel away his clothes until he stood before her, exposed and trembling. She turned her back slightly, guiding his hands to the clasp of her black lace bra. “Unhook it,” she commanded softly.
With a fumble and a click, the lace fell away. Barbie turned back around, her chest bared to him. About nine months prior, she had opted for a significant augmentation, and the results were stunningly firm and projected. “Go ahead, touch them,” she encouraged, her voice a low purr. “They’re going to feel a little different than natural one’s.”
Jase reached out, his fingers tracing the smooth, tight skin of her breasts. They were warm and remarkably firm. As his palms cupped the weight of them, Barbie’s nipples reacted instantly, peaking into hard points that looked sharp enough to cut glass. She watched his face, seeing the wonder replace the confusion.
“What do you think?” she whispered.
Jase didn’t have the words; he just smiled and gave a slow, mesmerized nod, his thumbs brushing over the dark, sensitive areolas.
“Good,” Barbie murmured, her hand moving to the small of his back, pulling him a fraction closer. “Now, slide my panties down.”
Jase dropped to his knees, his movements becoming more purposeful. He hooked his fingers into the sides and drew them down her long, tanned legs. As the fabric fell away, his eyes fixed on her intimate center. She was perfectly groomed, her pussy completely hairless and smooth, save for the glint of a silver piercing through her clit.
The sight was a revelation to…
