Mamí Teaches Young CD Pt. 1

"Are we there yet? I feel nauseoussss" I asked my parents in the front of the car, hoping that my sick voice was convincing enough.

"Awww I'm sorry honey," my mom replied without turning around, "We should be there in a few minutes and then you can lie down."

My older sister Emma peeked out from under her hood and rolled her eyes at me. I don't blame her, I was laying it on a little thick but luckily my parents seemed to be buying it.

My dad chirped from the driver's seat "It could be the unpaved roads making you sick, that's the price you pay for a vacation in paradise!"

I did my best meager groan sound and whimpered, "Yeah... maybe its the roads."

My older sister snorted this time and kicked my shin. I shot her a glare and laid my head back faintly. Emma was always picking on me these days, while I was in college everyday studying Theater, she was a night nurse at a hospital in Brooklyn. She had taken to calling me princess recently which bothered me for so many reasons.

My dad was right, we were in paradise, we had landed as a family at the Cancun airport just a few hours ago and were already driving past gorgeous Mexican beaches with little beach huts on them. We were staying in a hut too or, "a Cabana" as my parents kept calling it.

I know I might seem crazy for faking sick in such a beautiful place but I have my reasons. And I had a plan. As we pulled past the gates of "Golden Sun Cabana Resort", I mentally prepared for the next stage of this plan. The next stage was slightly interrupted by the woman who greeted us in the parking lot.

"Hello and welcome to Paradise!" She beamed at us as we got out of the car squinting, "My name is Nadia and I am the manager of Golden Sun!"

My parents went right up to her and started gushing at how beautiful everything was, and I stayed back by the car with Emma. At least I think she was with me, I was distracted with Nadia. She was tall, maybe my height even and I'm 6 feet, but unlike me her body actually had some muscle. Where I had delicate, pale, slender legs, she had powerful, brown calves and thick thighs that filled out her capri pants. Where I had useless bony wrists and elbows, she had forearms that bulged when she shook my dad's hand. She was maybe my moms age, younger than 50 but older than 40, but her skin was tight on her cheekbones and her black hair was tight into a ponytail like a woman half her age. Her eyebrows were sharp and her eyes, were, wait, is she looking at me?

"Quit drooling!" I snapped out of it and saw Emma standing in front of me waving her arms. "Good God are you into her? I thought you were sick! That's the first woman I've seen oogle like that."

Her last comment got to me and I shoved her, "Shut Up! I don't feel well!"

Emma just shrugged and looked back at Nadia, "If I didn't have a girlfriend I guess I would find her cute." I got back into the car with a slam of the door and focused on the next stage of my plan.

The next stage happened less than an hour later. Emma and I had moved our suitcases into our shared cabana and were both lounging on our beds.

My parents had just finished moving into their cabana next door when I heard my dad call, "To the grocery store we go!"

Emma huffed as she got to her feet. I didn't move.

"Get up princess!" Emma barked at me, "stop faking sick."

My mom appeared in the doorway, "Emma be nice, he's not well. It's fine, us three will go and you can get some rest, Nadia said she is bringing some bottled water in a little bit, make sure to grab extra."

I smiled weakly and said, "Thanks" and rolled over and pretended to sleep.

I waited until I heard the car pull away before getting up from my bed and peeking around the doorway to the cabana to the parking lot. The car was gone. Feeling butterflies in my stomach I shut the door behind me, no lock but that's okay, I was headed straight to the bathroom anyway. Suitcase in hand, I slid open the bathroom door and locked it behind me. The bathroom was small and there was only a small mirror above the sink.

"How am I going to get a good view?" I thought as I pulled boxers, t shirts, and swim trunks out of my suitcase. I removed two layers of my boy clothes before getting to the good stuff.

I guess this is a good time to admit that although I'm a boy (or a young man if you consider 20 to be a man) I hate wearing male clothing. I have always, even as a child, preferred the feeling of dresses, skirts, and panties to jeans, baggy shorts, and boxers. Ugh, I HATE boxers. But I wear them most days, at home and at college, because I'm just too scared to tell people the truth. I mean how can you admit to your friends and family that deep down you feel hotter in women's clothing? I would be made fun of non stop.

My body type probably has something to do with it. I have always been really slender which is hard enough, but what is even more difficult for me is my butt. It's like, once I hit my teens every calorie of fat I ate went straight to my ass. My legs stayed skinny, my chest stayed bony and flat, my arms stayed wimpy, but my ass got bigger and bigger. I got used to wearing baggy jeans and loose boxers to hide it when I'm at school, which sucks because secretly I'm proud of it.

Either way, I have spent the past decade buying outfits online and keeping a stash of girly clothes in my room. I live in a single dorm in college, and I've really grown accustomed to the freedom of being able to go to sleep in pink silk chemise and my cheeky lace panties. I got so used to it that when I heard we were taking a family trip to Mexico I got nervous. Two whole weeks of only boy clothes? I just couldn't do it. So I decided that I would bring some of my stash here, and try and find some privacy every few days to do some prancing in my true feminine form.

Under my boy clothes I had hidden a couple options. First, I brought a white triangle bikini top with one knot that you tie behind your neck and another you tie behind your back to keep it together. To match that I brought white thong bikini bottoms that I was supposed to tie together on either side of my hips. To wear over that I brought a haltertop pink crocheted dress that showed pieces of my skin underneath it. The dress ended just above my knees. I was really excited to try this on and do some dancing. Nothing makes me happier than putting on a flowy dress and twirling around with my arms above my head like a ballerina. I brought another bikini too, a shiny green two piece with high leg bottoms where the side straps went up above my prominent hipbones and a strapless top with some extra padding to give me a teeny bit of chest cleavage. To match that I bought a two piece cover up which is pretty much see through fabric that a woman (or me... yay!) wear over their bathing suit. This coverup was green and the top had long loose sleeves and the bottom was just a square of green see through fabric that I could tie around my waist to wear as a skirt.

Believe it or not, I brought a few more goodies too but I decided not to be greedy and only try on these two outfits for now. Humming to myself a little bit, I brought the white bikini top to my chest and began tying the knot around my neck. That knot was easy but getting both my bony clumsy arms to tie a knot behind my back took me almost ten minutes. Finally done, I adjusted the top until the two fabric triangles covered my flat chest evenly. As much as I hate my flat chest, I love my girly neck and was admiring my delicate collarbone and thin neck as I heard the door to the cabana open.

"Hello?" I heard Nadia's voice and I shrieked a high pitch girly shriek.

"Emma?" Nadia called to me through the bathroom door.

"No, it's just me, I'm... using the bathroom." I replied without much confidence.

A teeny grin passed my lips as I realized my noise of surprise sounded like a woman, God I'm in the wrong body.

"I brought you some water, I will leave it by the bed. Drink two bottles at least." Nadia's voice said in almost a firm tone, like a command.

"O-okay..." I stammered and put my ear up to the door to hear her movements.

As I leaned towards the door something caught my eye on the floor below me. The tie on bikini bottoms that I had not put on yet, the string on one side was under the door. I quickly flicked the bottoms away from the door with a toe and listened at the door again, wondering, "Did she see those? Would she even know those strings belonged to a bikini?"

My thoughts were interrupted as Nadia called to me as she was leaving the cabana. "Feel better princesa." I heard her giggling as she walked past the bathroom window, which was shut and behind a curtain.

My mind raced as I picked up the white bikini bottoms and began tying each side against my hip bone. "Did Emma say something to her... princesa?!? I'm sure that means princess in spanish but how would she know unless... she did see the bikini bottoms. But wait -"

I lost my train of thought when finished tying the last side of the bikini. "Oh God these fit me so perfect." I thought as I bounced on my toes in excitement, "My ass feels so jiggly in these!" I was so excited I ran out of the bathroom into the bedroom to check myself out in the full length mirror.

"YASSSS BITCH!" I screamed in my head. I love the feeling girly affirmation when I buy something that brings out my feminine features. The string top showed off my best feature above my waist, my dainty collarbones. And the bottoms? I giggled and wiggled my ass in the mirror, neck craned around so I could see my ass shake from side to side. Aside from showing off my squishy fat booty, it also showed off my sharp hip bones and the thigh gap between my slender thighs. I gave nervous glances to the cabana door every few seconds, but after standing out there for a few minutes, I got comfortable and decided I was safe for another half hour. The nearest grocery store is miles away and Nadia already came to drop off water, so who else would there be to worry about?

Excited with my thirty minutes of freedom, I bounded into the bathroom, scooped up the pink crochet dress, and bounded to the mirror.

"Ugh I wish I could actually go onto the beach wearing this" I thought woefully.

I had been daydreaming on the flight here about taking my own trip to Mexico and getting dolled up in my girliest swimwear and hanging out on the beach everyday. Aside from the slight blond hair that grew on my legs and around my belly button and nipples I wasn't hairy at all, and with my shoulder length wavy hair and lack of muscle I bet I could trick a lot of people into thinking I was a woman. I wondered about the cost of the flight and hotel as I was shimmying into the dress and then a familiar noise: The door of the cabana opening.

With my head still stuck halfway up the dress, I peered through the crochet holes at Nadia, standing in the doorway with a strong hand on her hip.

"Woww you look like your feeling better!" She said as she helped pull my head through the haltertop, laughing as her firm hands held my hair while she pulled.

I can only assume my face was the color of a stop sign when it finally appeared atop the dress.

My mind was screaming. "She saw me in this girly bathing suit and dress! She's seeing me in it!" I was at a loss for words, and didn't know where to go so I just stood there as Nadia circled me, adjusting the dress around my hip and pulling it down where it got caught on my ass.

"Su Cuerpo es tan feminino!" She said from behind me as she hid the string knot from the bikini behind the haltertop of the dress.

"Wh... what?" I stammered. Satisfied that my outfit was all set, she crossed her strong arms and walked one more circle around me.

"It means you have a girl's body." She said, now standing in front of me watching me try and stop my knees from buckling. "Sit down mi linda." She purred and took me by the arm and led me to the bed. Without thinking I crossed my legs as I sat and looked up at her.

"You even sit like a girl... are you sure you are a boy?" Nadia asked teasingly. I mumbled something and stared at my feet.

"What did you say princesa?" She asked giggling. Her eye caught the untouched water bottles and her voice got more serious. "I told you to drink at least two... come on princesa drink at least one!"

As I accepted the water bottle and began unscrewing it I asked, "Why do you call me princesa?" Nadia giggled as I took a sip, I was actually thirsty after all and began gulping it down as she talked.

"It's a compliment, you have beautiful blond princesa hair, you have long slender legs like Taylor Swift," She said, "and apparently you have a princesa butt too!" Nadia gestured to where my thin tummy curved outwards into my fat butt cheeks and raised her eyebrows, "En Serio, I can see your ass from the front, como Cardi B."

With this Nadia tossed back her head and laughed loudly, I nervously looked towards the door. "If I had this body, I would wear string bikinis and see through dresses too!" She caught me looking towards the door and assured me no one was coming.

"Um, I'm sorry you saw me like this." I managed to squeak those words out as I looked up at Nadia through my eyelashes.

"Don't be sorry mi hija, you look great." Nadia cooed at me.

I gave her a shy smile and then blurted, "Well I think your body is really great too." Nadia looked amused at this and sat down next to me.

"You like these?" She asked, dropping a heavy forearm onto my crossed legs.

"Um.... yep." I answered, touching her sleek muscle with a trembling finger.

"Ah, look at these fingernail though, these are boys nails." Nadia said disappointingly.

I suddenly felt defensive, "It's just because I don't want people asking questions. Otherwise I would get them painted!"

Nadia patted me on the lap and stood back up and loomed over me. "Your not very smart then," she snickered, "Why not do stick on nails?"

"What are those?" I asked, genuinely curious for any tips on femininity.

"They have different designs, french tip or whatever you want. And you stick them on and then when you are done, you take them off!"

I pulled out my phone and began to write that down before remembering just how embarrassing this all was. "Please don't tell my parents," I asked her, batting my eyelashes and doing my best puppy eyes.

"Are you trying to flirt with me to get out of trouble?" She asked, "Besides, your eyes need some work too, a little lash extensions will look good with those blue eyes."

I reached for my phone again and this time, she stopped me, grabbing my dainty wrist with ease before I could reach my phone.

"You don't need to write this all down," She said, giving me a kind smile, "How about I teach you?"

"Teach me? When?" I said looking around, "I mean my parents will be back soo-"

"No te preocupas mi princesa," Nadia cooed, "Don't worry. Your mom asked me to check on you, and all I have to do is leave a little note explaining that I took you to the doctors office in town because you were throwing up."

As she explained, Nadia pulled out her phone and opened WhatsApp and showed me the screen, "See? She told me to make sure you feel better." There was a text from my mom thanking Nadia and asking her to check on me to see if I needed any medicine.

"So now," Nadia said, her fingernails clacking on the phone screen, "I type a message saying I think you are getting worse and I am happy to drive you to the doctor's office in the city but it's an hour away."

Nadia turned the phone back to me and I saw those exact words typed out, "All I have to do is hit send and then we have a few hours to do some training."

I gulped so loudly that Nadia raised an eyebrow, her expression of motherly annoyance made my tiny bulge twitch.

"Or, if you don't want that, I can send her another text. That says what I saw you wearing." So this is it, I was being thrust into a situation that I had never dreamed of.

Actually, I may have dreamed, or rather fantasized, about this exact situation. And it was with that thought at the back of my mind, and the fear of being exposed to my parents and, ugh Emma, that led me to whisper, "Okay, I guess send the first text."

"Are you sure?" Nadia said, "I don't want any unhappy princesas not paying attention to their lessons. Maybe you don't really want to be a full girl."

That was a step too far and I straightened up and shot back, "I do! That's all I want!"

And with that I was beckoned up by Nadia and put to work around the cabana.

"Empty your school bag into the suitcase and put the other outfit into the school bag. And bring a towel. And grab that hoodie on the other bed." Nadia was gesturing towards Emma's oversized "I