Mamí Teaches Young CD Pt. 2

I hung my head in shame with my weak arms dangling as Nadia took a step forward to view my limp teeny penis.

She bent down as if inspecting a small bug and whistled, "Wowwww even your cock belongs to a princesa."

I blushed, not knowing if it was out of fear or bashfulness.

"And what's this?" Nadia asked accusingly, "I didn't tell you to give yourself a landing strip."

I tried to speak but my voice cracked into a squeak, blushing, I tried again, "Sorry, I got carried away and wanted to impress you."

Nadia absentmindedly rubbed my smooth belly and thighs as she replied, "Well it makes you look like a pornstar, is that what you want to be mi hija?"

"No, I just wanted it to be more feminine!" I replied, but she put a brown finger to my lips and I remembered I was supposed to be quiet, "Sorry Mami" I said meekly.

Nadia just nodded curtly and grabbed one of my hips and spun me 180 degrees so my butt was facing her. "Are you sure you don't want to be a pornstar?" Nadia asked as she abruptly jiggled one of my buttcheeks. I giggled and turned over my shoulder to look at her.

"Ummmm... I mean-"

Nadia put another finger to my lips and cooed, "Why don't you think about it, maybe its your calling."

Feeling confused I reached up to the towel rack and Nadia sucked her teeth, grabbing my entire measly bicep in one hand and freezing my arm in place.

"What's this?" She demanded as she flicked my blonde armpit hairs.

"Shit, I'm sorry Nadi-Senora Nadia, I forgot to shave my armpits."

Nadia dropped my arm and sighed, "Do it quickly mi hija, I'll be right back."

Cursing myself I turned the shower back on and lathered the mango smelling gel into both armpits. It took only a few quick strokes for each armpit and I immediately felt a chill under them. Is this how women feel all the time? My whole body felt a few degrees colder and more exposed. I had just wrapped my towel around myself and let down my hair, which I had kept up and dry throughout the shower, when Nadia returned to the bathroom with her hands full of jewelry.

She commanded me to dry off and come back into the bedroom and stand by the dresser and I did. I waited and watched as she cleared space off of the dresser and emptied her hands onto the cleared space.

What came out were the starfish earrings from earlier, a thin gold necklace with a ruby red heart at the end, a long chain of thin gold with little diamond studs every few inches, and lastly a single dangling earring with a pair of ruby red cherries hanging from a sparkly green stem and leaves.

I patted the space under each buttcheek dry and wrapped the towel around my waist and asked, "Are these all for me Senora? Even the one earring? Will I wear two earrings in one ear? I only have one piercing in each ear by the way, from middle school. And what about that extra long necklace, won't that look weird?"

"Callate!" Nadia snapped, "Too many questions mi hija, just put your hair up into a bun and face away from me."

I did what I was told and saw Nadia's hands appear on both sides of me, holding the each end of the unclasped thin gold necklace. She brought it up to my neck and secured the clasp before grabbing my shoulders and forcefully spinning me to face her.

"You have a beautiful neck and these," Nadia said running the back of two fingers sensually up one of my collarbones, "What are these called in English?"

With a trembling voice and my little girl twitching, I replied, "C-Collarbone Senora Nadia."

"Ahh collarbone, you have a very nice collarbone." Nadia cooed and turned back to the jewelry spread across the dresser.

She turned back to me holding the starfish earrings and, without her having to ask, I jutted my neck out so she could reach my ears. She fed them through my ears with ease as I eyed the cherry; it seemed to wink at me. I swallowed another question about where that would go.

Nadia took a step back and instructed me to let my hair down and shake it out. As I shook my hair out I felt the weight of the earrings. Nadia tucked my hair behind my ears and admired the earrings against the slender curve of my neck. "Muy muy bonita mi hija, you have a woman's neck too."

"Thank you Mami," I chirped, and then gasped as, without more than a flick of her index finger, Nadia undid the towel around my waist and it dropped to the bedroom floor.

I started to cover up my little girl with a hand and then stopped myself, Nadia noticed and smiled a sweet loving smile at me. "Muy bien mi hija, don't hide your princesa penis."

I felt warm inside and watched as Nadia lifted the extra long necklace and unclasped it. I closed my eyes jutted my neck out again like a good girl so she could fasten it behind my neck but her hands never came up to my neck. I felt them down at my waist.

"You have a beautiful slim stomach and wide bony hips, your hips are feminina like your neck, and this is like a necklace for your hips." And with that comment Nadia clasped the thin chain around my waist, just below my belly button but above my hipbones.

I gasped and looked down, expecting the chain to fall to the floor like the towel, but it didn't, it caught on each of my hips and drooped delicately down the front of my belly.

"These are called waist beads, and a girl with your figure should always bring some to the beach, not many girls are lucky enough to have bodies for waist beads."

"Yes Senora," I replied, admiring the delicate diamonds that dotted across my stomach. I was already comfortable with having my micropenis on display in front of her. I never thought I would feel that.

"Okay, lay on the end of the bed princesa," Nadia commanded softly, and I did, feeling more and more comfy around her I even did a little booty wiggle on my way to the bed. Nadia whistled and I smiled to myself before laying with my back on the bed, giggling as I felt my little girl flop to one side.

Nadia started towards me from across the room and gave another gentle command for me to close my eyes. I did. I felt her sit next to me on the bed and gently flick my penis. "Even though its small, it might be in the way, can you move it?"

I laughed out loud this time, "To whereeee Mami? I can't exactly put it in my pocket."

Nadia did not laugh but reminded me to keep my eyes closed and simply said, "Tuck it."

Of course, I knew all about tucking from watching videos of crossdressers online. But how does she know? I wondered, as I tucked what little penis I had between my thighs pressed tightly together. In retrospect, I should have known what was coming, but I think I felt so safe with Nadia at this point that I didn't even think to be worried. I had no time to protest the sharp cold pain I felt in my belly button.

"EEK!" I yelped, to which Nadia replied by smacking my thigh with a firm hand,

"Callate! The pain is not that bad. Now hold still while I make sure this goes in."

I listened to Mami and held still with my eyes squinched shut and felt an unfamiliar probing in my belly button.

"Okay, bueno." Nadia said satisfactorily, "Stand up mi hija."

Eyes still closed, I first sat up. I felt a coldness in my belly button and knew what Nadia had done. "Oh my God, you didn't." I said in disbelief. Standing up now, opening my eyes, I repeated, "You didn't."

I walked to the mirror and gasped, my knees buckled completely and, if it weren't for Nadia catching me, I would have collapsed on her bedroom floor.

But I didn't, Mami caught me and held me up in front of the mirror. I just stood there stammering at my own reflection. All these years, I thought that it was the big changes, the surgeries, the heavy makeup, the painted nails, that I needed in order to become a woman. But what I saw reflected in the mirror looked like a 100% woman. The thin necklace draped between my collarbones, the glittery earrings set against my shiny blond hair, the waist beads, and ohmygod the bellybutton ring. I couldn't help myself, I chirped a happy noise and wiggled my hips back and forth to see my waist beads and belly button ring catch the light.

The sparkly jewelry that now adorned me made so much of a difference that I forgot to look at my embarrassing penis for the first time in a long time. In fact, moving my eyes down from my belly button ring, I stopped to admire my landing strip and still didn't notice my little penis hanging there.

Nadia stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders and smiled another motherly smile, "You look so bonita y feminina mi hija, do you feel like a princesa?"

"I do!" I beamed and met eyes with Nadia in the mirror, "Thank you Senora Nadia." With that, she kissed the top of my head and turned back to her dresser.

While she went back to rummaging, I kept myself entertained by swishing and rolling my hips, watching my belly button ring jump around as I did.

"I love it so much, it's so cayuuuute!" I said in a voice that I did not recognize, Nadia chuckled from the dresser. Is the jewelry and the shaving making my voice more feminine too? I pondered this while gazing blissfully at my belly, now silky smooth and dripping in diamonds and ruby cherries. Could Nadia teach me how to speak like a woman? I wondered, or do I need lessons? Should I ask her opinion? I know her no questions policy so I decided to wait and see.

"While I prepare your next steps, put on your bikini please, the green one, not the white one. I already saw that." Nadia laughed at her own joke.

As I began pulling the green bikini from my backpack, I reflected on the past hour. It had been less than an hour ago that I was living completely secretly as a woman. How can so much change in an hour?

Nadia must have been reading my mind again because she said without turning, "Your parents are probably getting home now, but I told your mom we would be at least three hours so you have time."

My parents, oh no, Emma, oh NO, what would I do? How would I hide my smooth legs? My belly button piercing; I don't even have a pair of boy clothes here! Just Emma's stupid hoodie.

Nadia as if reading my thoughts again, simply said, "Don't worry princesa, Mami will take care of you, and no one will find out." At this point, I would trust Senora with my life, so her words stopped any anxiety I was having.

I thought happy princesa thoughts as I clasped my strapless bikini top across my chest and then spun it around so that the padded cups covered my flat chest. I did some tugging here, patting down there, and felt satisfied with the effect. Without straps strings anywhere, the top didn't take any attention from my neck or my belly below it and my jewelry shined proudly on both sides. The padding gave an A Cup effect to my chest, which was about all I could ask for.

Admiring my tiny bit of cleavage in the mirror made my little girl jump a little, and I quickly picked up the bikini bottoms to put that little thing out of my sight. I pulled the sides of the sparkly green bottoms high up my hips to my waist until the two little knobs of bone on each of my hips were visible underneath the lower edge of the strap.

I had gotten this style from the Kardashians who I had seen wearing these high hipped bikini bottoms online.

I turned and admired my ass as the thin green material was almost pulled into my asscheeks like a thong, and thought, if Kim K gets surgery for an ass like mine and an hourglass like mine, why did I ever doubt my womanhood? Clearly my body is the goal for woman nowadays.

Feeling uplifted with that in my head, I turned to Nadia and said, "Tada!"

"Where is the green shirt and skirt to go over top of it?" Nadia demanded, and I sheepishly dashed back to the backpack to pull them out.

After pulling the super thin see through green long sleeve over my strapless bikini top and adjusting it so that it didn't cover my necklace or my waist beads, I turned to Nadia who had called for me with a brusque, "Princesa!" She was holding out to plastic cases, each case had two rows of plastic fingernails.

"Pick one." Nadia ordered, and I examined my options. One case held ruby red nails that were pointy at the top, they definitely matched the heart in my necklace and the cherries in my belly piercing, but for some reason I didn't feel any excitement at them.

The other case got an immediate reaction out of me, "Those ones," I said confidently in a soft voice, "I want those ones."

"Those ones" were a set of nails covered in glossy, sparkly pink that was almost see through. The top of each nail was squared off and painted a bright white.

"Good choice mi hija, you passed the test." Nadia said as she tossed the red nails back on the dresser.

"Really!"

"Yes, really, red nails like that don't look good at a beach like this, too serious, the french tips are correct."

"French... Tips," I repeated each word slowly as if tasting them.

"Yes, princesa, french tips," replied Nadia impatiently, "Put your hand flat on my hand, palm down."

I obeyed and laid my palm down gingerly onto Nadia's open hand. Her palms were a lighter brown than the back of her hand, and they were softer than I thought they would be.

Without further ado, she plucked the index finger nail from the case and, removing some sort of strip from the back of the nail, pressed it firmly on top of my index fingernail. I winced and Nadia glanced up at me with an odd expression on her face, and then pressed even harder, holding the pressure there she said, "Count to Ten Mi Hija." "One... Two... Three..."

I counted to ten like that ten times in a row. The counting made the whole thing go by quicker and before I knew it I was looking down at a woman's hands. Nadia then had me sit on the edge of her bed with one foot up and proceeded to press matching nails into each toe.

I counted like a schoolgirl as she pressed and flicked my head around, feeling my earrings and hair bounce against my neck as I admired my nails from arm's length. At one point I put my hands onto my lower stomach just to see my nails, waist beads, and belly button rings all in one view. I giggled gleefully, it just looked so perfect and girly!

Nadia finished my last pinky toe and told me to stand up and put my skirt on. I realized I had only ever put the coverup on over my top and pranced on my new girly tippytoes towards the pile of light fabric on the floor by the mirror. As I pranced, I felt my ass spilling out of each side of the thin fabric of the thong bottom, and self consciously, like a girl at the beach trying to cover her ass, I reached behind and tried to pull the bottoms so they covered at least a little of my ass.

As I grasped one side of the bottoms though, I felt a sharp pain where my thigh meets my buttcheek. "Yow!" I cried.

Nadia, who had been putting away some of the unused jewelry turned to me and began to admonish me before she was cut off by a muffled knock. Someone was at the office door.

Nadia covered my mouth and gently opened her bedroom door a crack so we could peer between the door and the frame.

It was Emma. Standing right outside.

Nadia's hand still covered my mouth but my eyes communicated what I was thinking, and that was, "What are we gonna do!"

Nadia seemed unfazed and simply closed her bedroom door, whispering to me in a sultry husky tone, "If you keep screaming like a bad little girl your older sisters going to hear you and come in here and see you dressed like a princesa."

I mouthed "I'm sorry" back to Nadia to show I wouldn't be making any more loud sounds.

She nodded and gestured towards my hand, "You have to get used to having sharp nails, did you scratch yourself? Show me."

I dutifully turned my back to her and bent down to point to where I had scratched myself.

Nadia licked a finger like a mother fixing her son's hair and rubbed the raised red line. Then she gave my exposed ass cheek a little smack and cooed, "It will go away soon no te preocupas."

With that I picked the fabric up, one delicate corner in each manicured hand, and this time very carefully pinned one corner to my right hip and wrapped the fabric straight across my sparkly belly, around my left hip, and back around my ass, until I could pin both corners against my hip with one glossy pink and white finger.

I made sure the fabric looked how it had on the model, the long side hanging down to almost my left knee, covering most of my left high and then sweeping up to the point on my right hip where I was pinning the corners with a french tipped finger. Satisfied, I tied a knot with the two corners and pulled my hands away to present my work to Nadia.

With a sigh, she went about slightly rotating the triangle of fabric hanging from my waist. First pulling it down my waist a bit so that fabric started halfway down my hips like a pair of low-rise jeans, then rotating it a bit so that my smooth right thigh was completely uncovered by the fabric.

With her satisfied, she gave me a playful smack on the part of my ass hanging out from the silky green fabric. I was starting to enjoy these little spanks.

"What's next Mami?" I asked batting my eyelashes at Nadia.

Chuckling to herself she replied, "Well I still need to find some lash extensions, but for now," she continued yawning as she walked to the bed, "Mami needs to relax."

I watched, confused as she lay face down onto her bed, I stood there in all my new jewelry, french tips, bikini, and beach skirt, feeling a little useless.

Luckily, before another moment passed, Nadia spoke to me from the bed, "Be a good girl and grab the coconut oil from under the bathroom sink."

Happy to have another task I skipped to the bathroom.

"And stop running everywhere! Princesas don't run they walk."

I obediently slowed my pace and crouched down, feeling my waist beads tighten and disappear into the fold between my chunky butt cheek and my waist as I looked under the sink.

I pulled out the tub of coconut oil and turned towards the bed to find that Nadia had removed her shirt, and bra, and was now laying facedown with just a pair of panties on.