Dear Auntie Helga,

In my last letter to you of September 2011, I told you all about my second childhood as a girl and the fitting of my chastity device, which were my mum's ideas, as she thought those experiences would help me complete my feminization to her satisfaction, because at about a year into my transition she felt I still wasn't embracing my new life as a girl has much as she hoped I would be by then for reasons I gave in my last letter to you. Her ideas, which she gathered from your website, were inspired, as they helped me immensely in adapting to my very exciting new life as her daughter, as after I had experienced them I started to feel and think like a real girl in a totally feminine mindset for the first time. After my new experiences, I felt as close as I possibly could be to being a real girl in my mind, or as close as I possibly could be having not been born as one, which me and my mother both thought was very important in my feminization, and as we both felt in appearance I made a beautiful young woman and no improvement was needed there.

At the end of my last letter, I described now that I felt like a real girl in my mind and could fully pass as one in appearance, my mum thought it was time I toke my first, admittedly tentative, steps into the outside world as a girl with her. After spending 18 long months safely protected from the outside world in our home as I slowly adapted to being and living as a girl with my mum's love and guidance helping and supporting me without reservations every day, I realised she was right.

I was very nervous at the prospect to begin with, as my mum had been very protective of me since my transition, keeping me safely sheltered inside our house from the outside world as I progressed in my transition. As I mentioned in my last letter to you, she didn't want to put me under any undue pressure or worry me about anything like going out in public dressed as a girl during my feminization, so I could fully concentrate on becoming one in mind and body without any unnecessary distractions. You could say she had made our home my haven or sanctuary as I adapted and I was a little reluctant to leave its safety after being sheltered from the outside world for so long after becoming a girl.

After my time growing up as a girl from a little pre-school age girl onwards, and being fitted with a chastity device (so I wouldn't have any undue distractions and so could focus all my attention on becoming a girl), me and my mum sat down and discussed whether or not I was ready yet to take my first steps out into the world with her by my side supporting me every step of the way. At that point in time, my mother thought I was, but she still didn't want to push me into anything if I didn't feel completely comfortable and confident in my new skin yet. However, she did personally think it was time I toke my first trips into the outside world, as she thought I came across to her as so feminine now after 18 months living as just a girl and easily passed as a one in her opinion. I also agreed with her, as after all I more than respected her opinion, because she was my loving mother and always knew what was best not only for me but for the both of us, of course, and because I felt I was ready myself to began the next stage of my transition.

During our discussion, she told me I couldn't live the rest of my life behind closed doors as it wasn't healthy, and that I would have to take my first steps out into the outside world sooner or later, and she felt after 18 months it was the perfect time for me to do so. She assured me she would be with me every step of the way and wouldn't put any undue pressure of me to run before I could walk in the outside world (metaphorically speaking). She told me we would take things at my own pace and in my own time one step at a time, so I could slowly and carefully build up my confidence, as the last thing we both wanted was for her to push me too hard too soon and taking a step back instead of forward in terms of my confidence due to a bad or pressured first trip outside.

I think we both realised this next step in my feminization was the most important, and in a way the most hazardous in regards of my future happiness living as a woman for the rest of my life and how confident and relaxed I was going to be going out into the outside world in the future, which I would have to do, as my mother said, I could not stay cooped indoors for the rest of my life as it wasn't healthy, or practical in terms of living a normal life. So, we did both want to be cautious, as my mother was worried if I suffered any set backs now with any bad first experiences in the outside world, I would be very reluctant to go out again or even flat refuse.

Not long after I agreed with my mother I should start going outside with her in my new form as a girl, she earmarked a weekday in a weeks time she thought would be a good day for me to take my first steps outside on. She very kindly gave me a full week's notice, so I could fully prepare mentally for it and to psyche myself up for it, as well to have a think about what I wanted to wear during my first trip outside and perhaps where I wanted to go or be comfortable going for my first trip.

The day of my first excursion outside came around sooner than I'd hoped, as I was increasing getting very nervous and worried about it, perhaps a bit unduly, but the nonetheless anxious, even with my mum's kind words and encouragement trying to boost my confidence during the days beforehand, so I was now thinking she shouldn't have given me so much advanced notice. We decided the day before we would just take a walk around our local neighbourhood and perhaps through our nearest park depending on how I was feeling at the time.

When the day came around, I woke up a lot earlier than I normally would, probably because I was so worried and nervous about going outside for the first time. After taking my morning shower in the bathroom I returned to my bedroom, as I didn't feel like having any breakfast. It wasn't long until my mother joined me in my bedroom to see how I was feeling. I told her I was very nervous, but she did her best to reassure that everything would be alright and that I had nothing to worry about. I knew she was right, as I did have to face my fears and get over them as soon as possible if I was to go onto lead a full and happy life as a girl.

As I sat on the edge of my bed wearing just a toweling robe and pair of fluffy pink slippers, my mum asked me if I wanted any help getting ready, which I thought was kind of her to offer, but I told her I would be alright on my own. She understood and told to take as long as I needed as she would be ready when I was. She then gave me a hug and some more reassuring words before leaving me alone in my room to prepare myself.

I then started to get ready, but I did take extra time and care over my make-up and general feminine hygiene, so I could look the best as I possibly could look for my first trip outside, but I probably did apply too much make-up to my face and spray too much of my favourite perfume on myself due to my nervousness. At my mum's instance leading up to my first trip outside, but I was going to make a conscious effort anyway, I dressed in more reserved clothing than I usually would, as my mother did think of the clothes I had in my wardrobe I was comfortable wearing around our home behind clothes doors was inappropriate for going out and about in. As around the house I did like wearing mini skirts and small dresses, petit shorts, tight fitting low cut tops, high heeled shoes and so on. Which I more than agreed with as I certainly didn't want to draw any more undue attention to me than I could avoid to.

As outside it was a warm and sunny summer's day, I decided to dress in my favourite La Redoute printed blouse, a Sakka's plain knee length flared skirt, Pretty Polly low denier lightweight skin toned tights and a pair of black flat slip-on shoes, which are the fashion at the moment for young women like myself, as I didn't want to appear any taller than I already was and stand out more because of that, because I was already taller than the average woman.

After I had dressed, I put on some of my favourite jewellery, some of which my mother had bought for me as presents, a necklace, earrings and some bracelets on each wrist. I had painted my nails in the night before in a dark red shade, so I didn't have to worry about those. I also decided to take my favourite handbag out with me as well to keep all my feminine essentials in, as any feminine girl does, which my mother gave to me as a present the previous Christmas.

Once I was completely ready and had fully prepared myself mentally, I walked down my stairs to where my mother was waiting for me with a smile by our front door, and after some final reassuring words and compliments on my appearance from her, and a final deep breath from myself, we stepped outside together and after my mum locked the door, she put out her arm for me to take with mine, which I quickly did, so we were now arm in arm. We then walked up our front garden path and out into the outside world together as mother and daughter for the first time, which I must admit was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.

As we walked along together I kept a tight hold of my mother's arm and stuck as close to her as I could, but with every step I toke my nerves did begin to lessen and I gradually started to grow in confidence with every passing minute. Of course my mother was very supportive and kept talking to me as we walked along to lessen my nerves as much as she could, saying things like, 'you can do it', 'you have nothing to worry about', 'you are doing very well, I'm so proud of you', which helped me a lot.

However, whenever a car drove past us or a person or people walked by us I did tense up and got a little anxious they might stare at me or say something, which my mum did notice quickly, and she told me not to worry about anybody looking at me as they were only giving us a glance at best and just thought we were a normal mother and daughter out for a stroll together, and of course she was absolutely right, it was just my lack of confidence making me react in that way. She also noticed as we walked along, I was slightly hunched over and had my head down with my hair around my face, so she encouraged me to correct that and to show everybody my pretty face as I had nothing to be ashamed of as I was a very pretty girl. I did as she told me and held my head up high, which again helped me with my confidence and for me to appear more confident to other people.

After about 20 minutes walking with my mum along mostly residential streets and not getting any undue attention from anybody passing us, I did relax a lot and started to feel a lot better in myself and my confidence grow in leaps and bounds from that point on. My mum also noticed I was looking more relaxed and less pensive and started to encourage me to smile and talk to her more, which I tried to do. Another few minutes later, as we entered a more open and leafy part of our local neighbourhood, my mum asked if I would like to walk through our local park and perhaps even sat on one of the park's benches together for a little while. As I was then feeling much better and more confident I agreed with a smile and my mum complimented me again, saying I was very brave and that she was very proud of me.

We walked about halfway into the park before sitting down on a wooden bench under the shade of a large oak tree to have a rest and to extend the time I was out for the first time in as calming and pleasant way as possible. As we sat on the bench together my mum continued to say how proud of me she was and that I was doing very well for my first time out since my transition. I must admit it was lovely for me to be and out in the open air again after being housebound for so long, as I did miss the outside and the fresh air, the sun and the breeze on my face and the sounds of the outside. It was very refreshing. However, as I was a girl now, I did feel completely different, and a lot more self-conscious and more vulnerable to the last time I went out as a boy before my feminization, but I do think a lot of what I was feeling was due to my softer, lighter and more revealing clothes. After 18 months wearing such cloths in house I thought nothing of them, but now I was outside wearing them I did feel less uncomfortable and more self-conscious, which I mentioned to my mum as we sat on the bench, but she told me that she understood and such feelings would soon pass and dissipate as I got more confident going outside in my new feminine clothes. She was right, I would adjust in time and I did.

After a while sitting on the bench and after a few people had walked past us, some just walking their dogs, and not taken much notice of us to my relief, my mum asked me if I would like to take the long way home or a shorter one. Feeling a lot less nervous and more confident in myself by that point, I told her I would be happy to take the long way home, which she seemed delighted about. She gave me a quick hug and we carried on walking through the sunlit park, past the duck pond and eventually out the park together. I cannot remember how long we walked for after leaving the park, but by the time we arrived home we had been out well over an hour.

Once we did arrive home and we were both standing in our hallway, my mum gave me a big hug and again told me how happy and pleased she was, and that I did nothing to worry about at all, which she was of course right about, I realise now, as overall it was a fantastic and confidence boost trip outside for me. It really couldn't have gone any better.

Later that same day, we sat down together and started to discuss our next trip out together, as I had grown so much in confidence after my first short excursion outside, my mum wanted to continue building on that solid platform. However, she still didn't want to push me into going to anywhere where I wasn't yet comfortable going or doing to keep building up my confidence one step at a time, but we did discuss going to a busier more public area or into a shop or two for my next trip out. We eventually agreed to go together to look around our nearest local garden centre a few days later, as my mum loves flowers and gardening generally, as I do too now with her encouragements.

As planned a few days later we did go, this time driving there, and it was another successful trip outside for me and further boosted my confidence. For my second trip outside I wore a Ruby Rocks navy shirt women's dress.

Thereafter, every few days we would take another trip outside together, getting more and more adventurous each time as I built up my confidence slowly but surely with my mother's loving support and guidance being with me every step of the way.

Over time, we walked to and shopped in our local shops together, visited the park again, travelled into our local town centre to do some clothes and other shopping, sat in cafes to have a coffee, ate out at nice restaurants in the evening, visited the cinema to watch a good film, been to our local theatre to watch a live production, driven to our local coast line on a warm sunny day to enjoy the sea air, done our food shopping together in a supermarket, and more places besides. Every trip was a success and boosted my confidence a little each time.

Once she felt my confidence was high enough, my mum then suggested we should take a trip to our local beauty salon for some very feminine pampering, as she thought it would a wonderful mother and daughter experience we could do together and bring us even closer. Thinking also it could a fun girly thing we could do together, I agreed, which delighted my mum. During our first visit together to the salon (my mum had been on her own in the past) we had our finger and toe nails done together and varnished, which I must admit was a lovely mother and daughter bonding thing we did together. While we were there having our nails done by a professional for the first time together, the young beautician who was around my age doing my nails complimented me on how pretty I looked, which boosted my confidence more than anything since I had started going out in the world in my new form. After my first trip to the beauty salon I felt like I was more a true girl in all but body than before my visit anyway, which I told my mum and she was delighted my first trip to salon was such a success. We have since been a few times since to not only have our nails done, but also to have facials and legs waxes, which were very painful to begin with, but I have since got used to them.

After about 3 months of regularly going out together my mum then suggested to me I should maybe take a trip out on my own, as she thought my confidence was at a point now I could make such a step and because she said I couldn't hold onto her 'apron strings' for the rest of my life and needed some independence. I had grown massively in confidence in the last few months going outside as a girl, but I was still pensive and nervous about going out on my own without my mum being with me, but with my mother's assures I soon toke the plunge and went outside on my own for the first time, simply walking to and back from our local small shops, which again was a great success and boosted my confidence even further, as I am now quite happy going out and about on my own. In fact, my confidence is more or less at the same level it had been when I was a boy before my transformation now.

Since then my mother and me, and on my own, regularly go out and about as anybody else does, which my mum is thrilled about as it was such a big and in a way perilous stage in my transition from a boy into a girl. Of course when I go out with either my mother or by myself I do get the odd stare or even remark off nasty ignorant people as I am taller than the average woman and because of my other still masculine features like the shape of my face and my adams apple, but nothing too bad so far and much less frequently than I expected it would happen when I first started going outside. I don't care anyway to tell you the truth; I am a girl now and I am proud and very happy with that fact, as it is a fact, so whatever anybody else thinks I couldn't give a damn about. However, whenever I have received such stares or remarks when I have been out with my mum she always confronts such stupid people and sends them away with a flea in there ear, as she is so protective of me.

On a lighter and much better note, I have actually occasionally been mistaken for a real girl from time to time whilst I have been out, which is always a massive compliment and a huge confidence booster for me and more than makes up for any negative reactions I get occasionally. They also make me very happy I am a girl now and that I did make the right decision to become one for not only mine, as I have always secretly wanted to live as a girl, but for my mum's happiness in life too as it means so much to her that I am her daughter now, and to look to my long term future as one with more confidence than I ever thought I would when I first became a girl over 2 years ago.

All in all, my first six months going out and about in the outside world as a girl has been a huge success and a big accomplishment for me, as I no longer feel a prisoner in my own home, which I did feel like at times as I adapted to being a girl in my home. However, as my mother has mentioned to me, I still do have a few hang-ups when I do go outside, like shopping in the lingerie department of a clothes shop, using changing rooms to try on new clothes when clothes shopping and using female public toilets, but with her help I am slowly getting over those and I'm sure I will in time.

I would like to say a big 'thank you' at this point to my mum for helping and supporting me so much not only when I started going out for the first time but also since the beginning of me becoming a girl, as I couldn't have adapted as well as I have done without all her love and affection she has shown me over the last 2 years, and for all the love she has given me since my birth of course. I love being a girl and all things feminine, and I love being your daughter even more, I love you so much, mum!

Away from my trips outside and onto my evolving home life with my mum, because our relationship has changed a little since I last wrote to you, which I would like to tell you about now.

At the end of my last letter to you, I mentioned me and my mother have a domineering-submissive relationship with me being submissive to her while she is dominant over me as a result, which both enjoy and are happy with. In everyday terms for us this means I love to serve and pamper my mum while she loves to be waited on and pampered in return. I now do more than more than my fair share of housework and other everyday chores like food shopping and preparing meals, and I pamper my mother more personally by giving her foot rubs and massages, which I love doing for her and seeing her in so much pleasure while I serving her in such a fashion. I see it as the least I can do for her after everything she has done for me since I not only became a girl but since my birth, and I enjoy doing so as it does give me such a wonderfully fulfilling purpose in life.

I also serve her in other more one-to-one ways, like giving her manicures and pedicures, varnishing her nails afterwards, applying moisturiser to her skin, drying and brushing her hair for her after she has washed it, taking off her make-up after a trip out and shaving her legs for her, as well as anything else she asks of me.

She really enjoys all the attention I give her and she tells me I make her feel like a queen, which I find a wonderful compliment. I also take a lot of personal pleasure looking after my mum so well. So much so, we are considering having me wear a french maid's uniform come the new year to make my job as my mother's servant more official, while I carry out my duties to her during the day and to our home. However, I am still to remain as her daughter first and foremost, as she has told me, so I will only wear the maid's dress while I carry out my work and not at any other times, which I am happy about. It should be a fun experience for us both, as I love serving my mum so much it will make things kind of official you could say.

At this moment in time our lives revolve around each other at home as neither of us go out to work, because my mum wanted to give me all her attention since my transformation and for me not to worry about such things when we don't particularly need the money, but at some point in the new year me and my mother are hoping to go into business together and open our own florists shop. We both love flowers and my mum has worked with them in various jobs since leaving school, apart from when she had me of course and during and after my dad's dreadful illness, so it is the perfect feminine business we can run together. Nothing is set in stone yet, however, as we are still in the planning stages of it still, but we have already attended a week of business classes to prepare for when we do open for business, whenever that may be. It will also mean our home relationship will change a lot, but I of course will still be serving my mum by helping her run the shop and spending all our time together, which I treasure above anything else as we are so close.

Not long ago my mum and me celebrated the second anniversary of my transition, the day I became a girl and my mum's daughter permanently, or as we like to think of it my new birthday. We celebrated it by my mum giving me a princess party with the both of us dressing up in frilly party dresses. She gave me some lovely presents, we baked a birthday cake and decorated it, had some party food and drink, and played a lot of different party games. We had a lot of fun together and enjoyed the day very much, but then again I love everything I do with my mum. It was a special day for me anyway and a wonderful thing for my mum to do for me, which I thank her for.

Early in the new year I am hoping to visit my doctor with my mum to discuss with them me beginning feminine hormone treatments, so I can become even more female in terms of my body, like growing proper breasts and making my voice more higher and softer like a real girls. Me and my mother have discussed it at length and it something we both want to progress my feminization as far as it will go, which I am looking forward to doing. However, we have both decided, that I will retain my male genitals, as my mother does want me to give her grandchildren one day and I personally don't want to go quite that far in my transformation, not for the foreseeable future anyway.

If you would like an update on my chastity, my mother and me have discussed it and we have both agreed that I should retain it now that I have got used to wearing it and the restrictions she has placed on my masturbation habits. However, she has slightly relaxed her stance on by often she lets me out of it every week just recently, but as she still feels it is a vital part of my feminization and our domineering-submissive relationship I should keep it until she finds me a suitable (female) partner she approves of in the future I can have children with, which I fully understand and am happy with.

As she helped me a lot in writing this letter to you, I would like to thank my mum for doing so, because she is a lot better writer than I am.

I look forward to writing to you again in the future to keep you up to date on my life as a girl with the best mum in the world.

I would like to end this letter to you by again saying how much I love my mother and how I always will, and that I love everything she asks of me and everything we do together as a true mother and daughter now. We both truthfully couldn't be any happier or closer as a platonic couple than we are now, and we will both always be grateful to you, Helga, for helping to bring us together in this way through your website and your correspondence with us. Thank you so much again.

My kindest regards,

Samantha (and my mother)

Thank you for your letter Samantha. You are very welcome dear, this site exists to show people by example the possibilities of feminization in a loving and supportive relationship. I am delighted that your relationship is bringing you both such happiness and I'm sure our readers are fascinated to learn more about you both. I hope you both will write again later this year.

Auntie Helga