Homemade Christmas Gift Hints With Beatrice
Beatrice was not a pretty girl nor was she homely. Her facial features were all very beautiful in their own right. She had full lips and was a strawberry blonde. However, it all didn’t come together like a masterpiece.
She was a tom boy who loved to play football with the neighbor boys. She would rather spend time with her father, a carpenter in his wood shop rather than with her mom in the kitchen.
At thirteen she was filling out fast. Beatrice hated her large breasts. The monsters made playing football difficult and she could no longer keep up with the boys on the playing field.
Beatrice’s mind hadn’t developed as quickly as the rest of her body at 13. She still wanted only a set of Lincoln Logs and a Lite Brite game for Christmas.
Her mom insisted that they go Christmas shopping together and pick out some nice dresses, but Beatrice hated wearing dresses. She told her mom to stop being so pushy, that she was still a little girl and she wanted to continue to believe in Santa.
Her mom was usually supportive when Beatrice acted like a boy during her childhood, but when the teenage years came ‘round things changed dramatically in the Miller household.
Beatrice, a lip stick lesbian at 13, wanted nothing more in life than to make her mother happy, so she shed her masculine ways and remained momma’s little girl.
She had an idea for making her mother’s Christmas special. She was going to sew a patch work pillow for her mother and give her that gift for Christmas.
She got an A- in Home Economics class with her patch work pillow project. She actually loved the sewing machine and compared it’s engineering to the tools in wood shop where she got an A+ after building a gun cabinet that also served as a dresser for her Dad.
Beatrice pulled out her mother’s sewing machine, grabbed some scraps of material and began to sew at the kitchen table.
Her mother was flabbergasted. "Are you making gifts for Aunt Rox and Marge and Grandma too?" She asked.
Beatrice bit her lip and spent the next three weeks cutting out squares from pieces of material and sewing them together with a quarter inch seam.
She bought poly fill at Grants City, a department store, and stuffed her master pieces. She left a hole at one edge of the pillows where she stuffed them, and eventually sewed the holes shut with a needle and thread.
She was a tom boy who loved to play football with the neighbor boys. She would rather spend time with her father, a carpenter in his wood shop rather than with her mom in the kitchen.
At thirteen she was filling out fast. Beatrice hated her large breasts. The monsters made playing football difficult and she could no longer keep up with the boys on the playing field.
Beatrice’s mind hadn’t developed as quickly as the rest of her body at 13. She still wanted only a set of Lincoln Logs and a Lite Brite game for Christmas.
Her mom insisted that they go Christmas shopping together and pick out some nice dresses, but Beatrice hated wearing dresses. She told her mom to stop being so pushy, that she was still a little girl and she wanted to continue to believe in Santa.
Her mom was usually supportive when Beatrice acted like a boy during her childhood, but when the teenage years came ‘round things changed dramatically in the Miller household.
Beatrice, a lip stick lesbian at 13, wanted nothing more in life than to make her mother happy, so she shed her masculine ways and remained momma’s little girl.
She had an idea for making her mother’s Christmas special. She was going to sew a patch work pillow for her mother and give her that gift for Christmas.
She got an A- in Home Economics class with her patch work pillow project. She actually loved the sewing machine and compared it’s engineering to the tools in wood shop where she got an A+ after building a gun cabinet that also served as a dresser for her Dad.
Beatrice pulled out her mother’s sewing machine, grabbed some scraps of material and began to sew at the kitchen table.
Her mother was flabbergasted. "Are you making gifts for Aunt Rox and Marge and Grandma too?" She asked.
Beatrice bit her lip and spent the next three weeks cutting out squares from pieces of material and sewing them together with a quarter inch seam.
She bought poly fill at Grants City, a department store, and stuffed her master pieces. She left a hole at one edge of the pillows where she stuffed them, and eventually sewed the holes shut with a needle and thread.
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