This story is pure fiction -- all participants of anything remotely sexual are over 18 years of age.
Gilly Gee, born Friday 5th April 1996, had a very strict upbringing. Her Mother was particularly strict when it came to boys. They didn't exist in any form other than being at the same school. Boy friends were to be treated no different to girl friends. She could talk with them about school, what was going on in the world, the latest movies or music but anything of a personal nature was very strictly forbidden.
It was a very draconian approach to bringing up a child but as Gilly Gee's Mother explained, it was how her Mother had brought her up and it hadn't done her any harm. Gilly Gee had to admit that her Mother was perfectly correct. Her Mother was beautiful, intelligent, had an excellent job and was very well paid. She also seemed to have no shortage of Gentlemen friends.
"Seems a little unfair Mum," protested Gilly Gee half heartedly.
"It's not a little unfair, Darling, it's extremely unfair, I know that. It's exactly what I said to your Gran when I was your age. You have to realise that in my profession and your Gran's before me, we see a great many lives ruined, destroyed by events that started out quite innocently and, by the force of human nature, got totally out of hand."
Having used the stick, metaphorically, Gilly Gee's Mother produced the carrot;
"I do strongly emphasis that, when the long-case clock in the hallway chimes the last chime of the midnight hour on Friday 4th April 2014, when you become eighteen, the legal age of consent, and I shall be free of my responsibilities for you, and your behaviour, as a minor and you will have taken over full responsibility for the consequences of your behaviour and actions, you will be utterly free of all and any restrictions that I, your Mother, together with the laws and rules pertaining to the behaviour of and responsibility for minors, have placed upon you. You will be required, in law, to make your own decisions and be responsible for your own actions in the same way as all other adult women, this includes your relationships with men. Boys won't exist when you are an adult woman, and including all, I emphasise the 'all', matters of a sexual nature, at that point, the last chime of the midnight hour on Friday 4th April 2014, and not a second before, you shall then have all those freedoms granted you, without restriction of any type or form other than that of public decency.
The above does not abrogate my responsibilities as a Mother. I shall always be here for you, to counsel, guide, advise, inform, encourage and if necessary, educate you in any way that I am able. Does that sugar the pill sufficiently?"
From those very long, convoluted sentences you will realise that Gilly Gee's Mother was in the legal profession (Family Division).
Gilly accepted her Mother's edict without question. Gilly knew that her Mother always kept her word. Everything comes to she who waits and Gilly waited, patiently.
Gilly spent all her free time, that's the time when her school friends were out with,
whisper it
boys, studying. It did her no harm at all. She was top of the class in every subject! She sailed through all her exams without pause. University beckoned, just as it had for her Mother.
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Friday 4th April 2014, Gilly Gee was in bed, propped up with pillows, A mug of hot chocolate was on her bedside chest of drawers. She was listening to the radio and waiting and waiting and waiting... the last five minutes seemed to take forever!
At last! The long-case clock in the downstairs hallway started to chime the witching hour. Gilly Gee counted one, two, three, four... nine, ten, eleven... twelve!
Gilly Gee came of age! She threw back the duvet, swung her legs out of the bed and chuckled happily.
'Eighteen! Do I feel any different?' she asked herself then closely examined her feelings, 'err Nope!'
'Do I look any different?'
She stood, removed her pyjamas, turned the bedroom's main light on and stood before the long mirror and studied her naked body.
Her legs looked good. A match for the shop window legs that were used to display stockings and tights. She turned a little sideways, she didn't need to suck her tummy in, it was flat. She grinned, 'that will do to model panties'. She turned a little more and decided that her bum was certainly good enough which just left her boobs. She turned to full profile and craned her neck to get a really good view. Nice and full with upturned nipples. She placed the palms of her hands underneath and lifted each breast carefully then removed her hands quickly. They hardly bounced at all! She didn't study her face, that was beyond her control but her friends said she looked pretty and that was good enough.
'So, do I look any different?' she repeated to herself, 'err Nope! Maybe my nipples are a little more sticky-up-e?'
Gilly Gee didn't feel in the least upset that nothing appeared to have changed. She switched off the top light, climbed back into bed, without putting her pyjamas back on, drank the last of her hot chocolate, turned out the bedside light and snuggled down to sleep.
As she drifted off to sleep thoughts of Mr. Adams, Mr. Alan Adams her dishy Maths teacher and two guys in the year above her, flitted casually across her mind. She had changed a little bit.
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"Gilly! You awake? C'mon down Birthday girl, your breakfast is ready."
"Coming Mum," she called happily then sniggered at the thought, 'would I actually shout that to my Mother?'
Swinging her legs off the bed she sat up. Her 'little girl's pyjamas lay in an untidy heap on the floor where she'd dumped them at midnight. She was free of their constriction. Just the act of sleeping nude made her feel so much more comfortable. Even the simple process of rolling over no longer involved sorting out tight clothing before she could get comfortable again. Pulling on her dressing-gown she headed downstairs.
Mum smiled as she walked into the kitchen.
"Does that feel more comfortable, Dear?" she asked happily.
"Yes Mum, much more comfortable. Now I know why I don't see your pyjamas or nighties on the line. I slept like a log."
"I'm pleased Dear but you might like to do the belt up a little, just in case postie knocks with a parcel for you." she laughed.
Gilly looked down and joined in with her Mother's laughter. Put simply the sides of her dressing-gown were caught on her erect nipples so everything, and we do mean everything, in a dead straight, plumb-line line south of her nipples was totally on display for the complete width between left nipple and right.
"Not too tight, Darling," Mum cautioned, "might as well be wearing pyjamas, else." she chuckled dirtily.
She adjusted the fit until she saw Mum nod approval. She checked it herself, really? She grinned at her Mum delightedly. There were definite advantages to being a woman!
"Sit! Speech coming up," instructed Mum.
She sat, like a good girl, that is a good girl with a lot more than a little boob on display. She crossed her legs, just in case anything else was too much on display.
"Congratulations! You have come of age! That makes you a full grown woman in everybody's book. I know that it's been hard for you at times. I've watched you struggling with the will to be good when your hormones have been encouraging you down other paths. Despite all the temptations life has thrown at you these last years you've managed to resist all of them. I know exactly what you have suffered, because I have encouraged you to be good in exactly the same way as my Mother encouraged me. I didn't make you a good girl, you were a good girl, you've always been a good girl, even as a baby. I'm very proud of you.
I hope that you will quickly come to realise, as did I, that resisting the temptations that your school pals might not have, now gives you a much bigger, more enjoyable advantage. Whereas they might have experimented with things that they shouldn't, their pleasure was likely tainted by the fear of discovery or things going horribly wrong or even simply the thought that 'I shouldn't be doing this!' They didn't have the unrestricted freedom that you shall now be able to enjoy.
Now that you are a woman, legally of age, none of those fears need concern you, within the bounds of public decency, know what I mean?, you can do whatever you wish. Just having that freedom to enjoy will increase your pleasures many fold.
Those pills that have kept your periods regular these last years now become even more important in their proper role. Just don't miss any, ever.
You're a woman and, quite rightly, you'll want to get out there and explore and experiment. I don't blame you, I felt the same urges. I'll support you in whatever you decide, from now on it is all down to you and your decisions. If you need help, advice or counseling, I'm here and always shall be. I will however offer a couple of thoughts for caution, FOC No.1 Don't get a reputation, it sticks. No. 2 and much more important, remember that you've been working hard for years to pass your exams. You need to go to University because you've got a good brain and it needs stimulating. Don't throw all that hard work away just for some quick gratification, you have years of pleasure ahead of you. Your 'A's' are essential. Concentrate on your studies until they are done and dusted then... Speech over, you can open your cards and presents now. Happy Birthday, Darling."
"Thanks Mum, love you!"
