This story was inspired by the fine graphic artistry of Jenny North. Her grasp of the conflicts and impossible situations we sometimes find ourselves in, is without a doubt, some of the best I have seen, as she brings a refreshing and sometimes funny peek into our secret lives. Jenny North's site is worth a serious look. Laugh, cry, or snicker all you want, but please, hope you don't end up on one of her magazine covers. This story inspired by her cover entitled "Near Misses".

Jenny's site is tgfa.org, which is a link on Crystal's Sprite's site. Storysite.org

Thanks, Janet

 

Almost a Girl                       by: Janet L. Stickney           JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

This all started when my sister and I got into an argument about the differences between guys and gals. I thought they had it made and she thought I was all wet. Well, that discussion lasted about twenty minutes, neither of us scoring many points, when my Mother came in heard us talking, and heard my sister make a very simple comment.

"You should try walking in my shoes for a while! Then you would see what it's like to be a girl!"

"Yah, right."

Later that afternoon, when I was in my room, I decided to get her goat, and since she and Mom were at the store, I went into her room and gathered up enough clothes to change from a boy to a girl. I even took her hairpiece. It took me a while to figure out all the snaps, buttons and hooks, but I was completely dressed from the skin out in her clothes. I wore a bit of makeup with soft red lipstick and her light brown heels, using her fall to make my hair look better. I heard them come in, waited about twenty minutes, then walked down the stairs and into the familyroom. Jill was on the phone and didn't see me at first, but I heard her tell someone about our conversation, and right in the middle of it, she saw me. Her eyes went wide as her mouth dropped open.

"Oh my God! Why are you dressed like that? "

"You said I should try walking a mile in your shoes, and since I was already in your closet, I figured I'd try on this other stuff!"

Jill hung up the phone and stared at me for a minute before she called Mom, who took one look and started to giggle.

"You look very nice dear, but that can hardly be considered walking a mile in her shoes. Since you have decided to prove your sister wrong, why not do it right? In fact, I think I'll insist on it. This will let some air out of that male chauvinistic brain of yours, and let you appreciate what women go through, every day, all the time, and have to be pretty at the same time."

"What?"

School will be out within a week, right? The day after the summer term starts, you will get to spend some time as a girl, and I'll help you attain that goal!"

"Mom! No! This was just a gag!"

"I'm sure that you will not think of it as a gag when I have you in rollers and a nice house dress while you're doing the dishes. That day after school lets out, remember that, and pick out a nice name by the way, or I will pick one out for you!"

I argued a bit, but in the end, I knew that Mom was going to have her way with me. My sister Jill was going away for three weeks, which would leave Mom and I alone the entire time. The good news, if there was any, is that Jill would not be here to witness this travesty. I did not tell any of my friends what was about to happen, in the event I could talk Mom out of this, or I didn't look quite as nice as she thinks I will. I wasn't on pins and needles about it either, but the thought never left my mind. On the last day of school I was home before noon, and Mom wasn't there, so I flicked on the television and lounged on the couch, confident she had forgotten about her threat. I should have known better. That fact that I was the same size as my sister should have told me that with little or no expense, and no matter how I looked, Mom could do this to me.

"Kenneth? Are you home?"

"In here Mom."

"Good! We can get started!"

"You didn't really mean that did you? It was just a harmless prank to get her goat!"

"Yes, I know that, but you did take the challenge dear, and now it's time to pay the piper. Go to your room and undress, I'll be up shortly."

"Ah mom!"

"None of that, now do as you were told."

I might as well have been talking to a wall for all the good that did! I went to my room and undressed to my briefs just as she came into the room. Without a word she opened a bottle of some kind of goo and began to cover me with it, from my ankles to my chin I was no more than a greased pig. It smelled bad, felt worse and itched like hell, but she watched me as I endured it for the prescribed time, then I was gratefully sent to the shower to wash it off, and with strict instructions to shave as close as possible and wash my hair.

Starting with panties, Mom stood watching, sometimes supervising me as I slowly put the bra on, padded it with some socks, and pulled on the pantyhose. Without a word she pointed at Jill's room, and I was soon sitting there putting on makeup. Then came the rollers. Once she was satisfied, it was back to my room to finish getting dressed. A waist nipper, then a pantybrief that she padded out with small towels, a short white slip. The dress was slipped over my head and she zipped it up, handing me a pair of low heels to wear. My feet slid into them, and I saw myself in the mirror. Still in rollers, I none the less looked like a girl! And a girl that isn't bad looking either! I'm not pretty, like a model, but not bad! Back at the vanity she took out the rollers and began to brush out my hair, leaving me with a very nice pageboy style that completed the look. In just about two hours she had changed me from male to female! I was actually in awe at the way I looked, and did not resist her gentle tug on my shoulder, then followed her into the familyroom.

"Just what shall we call you now?"

"Beautiful?"

"That is true, but try not to be smart or I'll select a name for you."

"Uummm…"

"How about Janet? It's the same initial as your own name."

"Okay I guess, but why do I need a name like that?"

"Because you'll be dressing this way every day from now until your sister gets back home. By then you will be so good at this that she'll choke when she sees you, and I assume that the challenge will have been met by then. Besides, I want to see the look on her face when she takes one look at you!"

I knew that look, and knew that trying to get out of this would not be possible. I was going to be wearing a skirt or dress for at least three weeks! I suppose I could have made it ugly and gotten angry with her, and to this day I don't know why I didn't. Without a word mom left me there, returning with her purse, and one for me!

"We have to do a little shopping, and you might as well get used to it now, since you'll be doing it from now on."

That was it. Mom held the door open for me, waiting as I gathered the nerve to leave the safety of the house. I finally stepped outside, desperately wanting to run to the car, but Mom took her time before we were on the way. The grocery store wasn't that crowded, and I felt myself relaxing. As we walked into the store however, the woman Jill often baby sat for walked up, and thinking I was Jill, asked if I could sit that night! I didn't know what to say, certainly not yes, that was out of the question. Mom however took a different view, introduced me as Janet, "her other daughter", and said I would be there! The woman walked away smiling, leaving me wondering just what the hell was going on!

"She always relies on Jill, and since she is gone and you're here, why not? Besides, you need the money."

As usual, she was right. I was broke, but babysitting? As a girl? I grabbed the cart and followed Mom up and down the aisles as she loaded up the cart. I saw a few people we knew, but managed to avoid them, so I wasn't on guard when I pushed the cart up to the cash out line. Jill's boyfriend's sister Mary walked up, a friendly smile on her face.

"Hi! I thought you were Jill! You two could be sisters!"

"They are in a way dear. This is Janet."

"You two look so much alike it's scary Janet!"

"Just lucky" I softly muttered.

"Listen, we're having a get together tonight, why don't you come over?"

Mom didn't say a word, and let me stammer a bit, then I told her I had to baby sit and couldn't make it.

"Maybe next time then! I'll call Ya. Bye!"

Mom paid the bill and we left the store, piled everything into the car, and went home. On the way…

"See! I told you that you looked just fine, why, Mary didn't even recognize you!"

"Gee mom, I'm thrilled."

"And you should be! You liked it and you know it. It's just to bad you have to baby sit tonight. It sounded like a fun party."

"Mom! I dressed up as a gag, remember? You're the one that decided it was some kind of challenge, not Jill, and certainly not me, and I have no intention of going to any party anywhere dressed this way!"

Mom didn't mention it again, but after we put the groceries away she mentioned that I might want to redo my makeup before I went over to sit the kids. Right after dinner, with her help, I did as she told me, then drove to Mrs. Hansen's house. Her husband let me in without much of a look, and I did my best not to use any masculine mannerisms around them. They have two kids, the youngest a boy that's 3, and a girl about 5. Contrary to my expectations, the kids were just fine. I read them both a story and they drifted off to sleep around eight, which left me the rest of the night to watch television, for money! The parents got home around eleven, and after they paid me, I went home. On the way home I realized that neither of them had thought of me as a boy. The same thing had happened that day, which was a bit scary in a way. I mean, was I that much of a wuss that I could become a girl in one day? Did just wearing a skirt do that to me? I slipped into bed wondering about myself, the impact dressing as a girl had on me, and then, would I do it again the next day? Mom said three weeks. Three whole weeks as a girl. I didn't think I could do it, but then, was I willing to try?

I know I looked like hell the next morning, but mom didn't say a word until afterwards, then she told me that it was time I learned how to do my own makeup and hair! I did it, but she directed, and I was soon looking much like I did the day before. I wore a short skirt with a pullover sleeveless top, pantyhose and flats, which was fortunate, because Mary stopped by shortly after that. Mom let her in, she saw me, and with a smile came into the familyroom and joined me.

"Matt says that Jill doesn't have a sister, and that means that you have to be her brother! This is so weird! Why are you dressed as a girl?"

I explained the whole thing, including how Mom decided that I should taste what girls go through every day to get ready, and how I was not a willing participant in this.

"I couldn't tell you weren't a girl, hell, you look better than some of my friends, and I know they are girls!"

"Thanks, I think."

"You're very pretty Janet, and there is no shame in that. Just go with the flow and everything will be fine."

"I'm trying Mary, I'm trying, but I always feel awkward."

"That'll go away, in fact, Sharon is having a get together at her house tomorrow night, why don't you come with me?"

"Ya, right. Let all of my friends see me this way. I don't think so!"

"What makes you think they will know who you are? I didn't, and I've known you for years!"

"Yes, but…"

"I'll be over to get you at seven. Wear something nice, with heels of course. I gotta go now, bye!"

Mary left me sitting there wondering just how I was going to get out of this! If I didn't go, she might spill the beans, and if I did go, I might as well tell them myself! I didn't want to do it, but the option was worse.

"I think this will be the perfect opportunity for you to discover just how it is for us girls. Getting ready, then becoming just eye candy for the men I mean."

I looked at Mom, a great weight settling on my mind as she wagged her finger at me, telling me I should go up and try on several of Jill's dresses, then maybe we'll go to the salon and get you a better cut! When she had that "look", I knew better than to argue with her, and resigned myself to it. With Mom watching, I tried on five dresses, with her making the selection on which one looked the best on me. I can't say it was my first choice. After that, I drove us to the salon, insisting that I would only get a cut, no perm, which Mom agreed to, telling me that a perm was to severe…right now. At the salon, the stylist was pleasant and helpful, and I accepted her recommendation, but told he no perm, just to be sure. She cut and snipped, curled and sprayed my hair, then, when she was done, I'll have to admit that it did look very nice. Mom paid the bill, then, on the way out, she told me I looked very feminine, and asked me if I wanted to get my nails done. I saw my reflection in the windows of a passing shop, and realized just how much like a girl I really did look. I felt it coming on, tried to avoid it, but missed the chance. I liked dressing as a girl, and I liked the way I looked! "Sure" I said, and she did a quick spin around, and I found myself back inside the salon. It took almost an hour to get my nails done, and I had to listen to a lecture about letting them go for so long, but when I emerged from the salon for the second time, my nails were longer, tapering to a rounded point, and painted a soft red with metal flake in it. The nails made my stubby fingers seem longer, slimmer, more like a girls, and I liked it, more than I really wanted to admit to.

On the way out, Mom stopped at a popular shop that sold things to fit women, but was really a shop for men, and I was fitted for a pair of pretty good breastforms. The woman showed mom how to glue them on, which she did, right there in the shop! Then I had to learn how to put a bra on again, but this time with boobs in the way! What a struggle that was until Mom finally showed me the easy way. Walking out of the shop I could feel the extra weight on my chest, every bounce and wiggle I had with every step I took. It felt strange, but I wasn't quite as lumpy as before, and I now filled out the bra perfectly. We also picked up four foam pads that women use to pad their hips if they need it, like I do. When we got home, I tried on the dress Mom had selected for me, and saw why she thought it was perfect. It was. With the new boobs, my hair and nails done, I now had at least a fighting chance to get away with this, or at least I thought so.

The next day, starting that afternoon, I endured the cream hair remover again, then a bubblebath filled with bath oils, careful use of a razor to remove the errant few hairs that had been missed. By the time I stepped out of the tub, I was sure I could do this, and decided to make a determined effort to do my best. I was still in a towel when Mom walked into the room, and casually asked me if I wanted to do my best, or just good enough. Without missing a beat, I told her I had to do my best or I would be dead.

"Take the towel off and lay on the bed Janet, I think I can help."

I can't say I wanted my mother to see me naked, but after all this, I sort of gave up, lay on the bed, then she yanked the towel away. The bag of ice hit me like a hammer and I sucked in my breath trying not to jump off the bed. I felt her fingers as she pushed and shoved, then I saw the bottle of superglue in her hand, but before I could utter a word, she used it!

"Stay there for a minute, let the glue take hold."

She said that as he was adding more glue! After a few minutes she let me up and I ran to the mirror to see what she had done. Instead of a male appendage, I had a female pubis! The thin slit was defined by the surrounding hair, and looked just like the real thing! I turned just as Mom walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. I did not see that little smile of hers. I went back in the bath and used the razor to trim my groin, leaving just enough there to obscure the falsity of it. As I got dressed it was obvious that with the foam padding placed between my panties and my skin, right on my hips, that the panties looked as normal on me as they would any girl. I slipped on the pantyhose, then the pantybrief and went to my sisters vanity to do my makeup. Now I was driven to do my best, and the makeup came our perfect. Powder over the foundation to make my skin smooth and matte, green and gray eye shadow, black eyeliner and a black pencil to finish outlining my eyes, then black mascara, and coral blusher. I slipped the bra on, adjusted my new charms, and added the waist nipper before I slipped the short slip over my head, then the dress. Short, it was at mid thigh on me. It had a flaring skirt that tapered to a narrow waist and a fitted bodice, swelling over my breasts to a square cut neckline. It had short sleeves, and as I zipped it up I wondered if my arms were to heavy for a girl. What a strange thought that was. Who was I trying to impress? All I wanted to do was get through this without discovery.

I stepped into the black heels, then went back into Jill's room and selected black and gold earrings, a matching choker necklace, her gold watch, and a pair of rings that fit me. I ran the red lipstick across my lips three times, then spritzed myself with her perfume. With a brush and a few quick strokes, my hair fell back into place easily and I knew I was ready, at least on the outside. I took the black purse, started to move my things into it when I saw an old wallet of hers. I grabbed it, put my stuff in it, then stuffed it into the purse along with my lipstick. One last look in the mirror, and I drew in a deep breath before I walked down the stairs. Not having an appendage between my legs made it easier to keep my legs together, and I felt much better about an inadvertent mishap that might reveal my manhood. Now I didn't have one. The sound of my heels reached my Mother before I did, and she was waiting for me as I walked into the familyroom.

"Damn! You look as good as, if not better than your sister!"

"Thank you, but tell me that tomorrow, if I'm still in one piece."

"You'll be fine. Just act demure, and let the guys lead the way. It's all we do, and it makes the men feel important."

"We are important!"

"That's true Janet. Women are also important, but young men don't realize that. Just don't be out later than two."

I meant "we the men" and she meant "we the women". I couldn't win.

"I'll be home long before that Mom."

Mom and I ate a quick dinner, Mary showed up right on time, and after some very complimentary words, we left together. Sharon lives across town and goes to the other high school, so I was hoping that not many of the kids there would know me anyway. Mary kept saying that I would be hit on so many times I would think I was a drum, but I figured that was all fluff to make me feel better. Mary is about my size, maybe even a bit taller, and she was a knockout. Dark brown hair and coal black eyes that twinkle when she's happy, and legs that went on forever it seemed. I was okay until she pulled in the driveway, then I got the cold feet syndrome, but she merely got out and stood there waiting for me. I couldn't stay in the car all night, so I finally got out and followed her inside.

"Hi Mary! Who is this?"

"Sharon, this is Janet, she's related to my friend Jill. We all go to school together."

Not one word of what she said was a lie, but Sharon could read into it that Mary has known me since childhood, and I am, therefore, a girl! I hoped everyone else thought so too. Mary and I were introduced around, and I noticed that there were two extra boys there, obviously to keep us company. One of the guys, Steve walked over and offered to get me a drink, so I went with him and watched as he poured it out for me. His eyes sparkled and he had a very nice smile. He was taller than I am in heels by about two inches, and wider by a third. He turned on the charm, and I'll admit it, he was funny, and not bad looking, and if I were a girl, I would be trying to catch him. But…

As soon as the music started he swept me into his arms and held me tightly as we moved slowly to the music. My breast were hard against his chest, and I was looking up at him when I felt his hand move south. I wanted him to stop, really, I did, but did not know how to say it, and he kept his hand there. After the dance, I picked up my drink, turned, and someone bumped my elbow, sending the drink flying all over my dress! I tried to wipe it off, but the material was a synthetic, and it seemed to just pool in my lap, eventually soaking through, all the way to my pantybrief. Sharon and Mary came to my rescue, and I was quickly taken to Sharon's bedroom.

"Take that off Janet. I'll loan you another dress."

Mary was busy unzipping me, and while I was secure enough about what was in my panties, I wasn't quite so sure about the breastforms. I had no choice but to step out of the dress, then I pulled the pantybrief down and went in and cleaned up with a washrag. The other dress fit me really good if a little shorter, and Mary simply zipped it up while Sharon put my dress in a bag for me. The three of us returned to the party, with me in a different dress, which of course only reinforced the idea that I am a girl. I mean, I did change clothes right in front of two other girls, and they weren't screaming, so I must be a girl, right? I had seem Mary's reaction when I removed the brief, it was obvious that I did not have any undue lumps, and in fact, looked just like she did. But she was very cool about it and did not let on that anything might not have been what it seemed. I wasn't sure what was happening to me. The less I tried the more I became a girl! I was even beginning to like the attention I was getting.

Mary drifted away and Steve and I were soon dancing again. By this time I had decided to just relax and go with it, so I was unprepared when Steve bent down and let his lips touch mine. I felt the shiver go down my back and he did it again, only it lasted a bit longer. I wasn't sure what caused the shiver. Fear? Or delight?

"Would you like to go for a drive tomorrow Janet? We can stop and get a bite to eat, drive by the lakeshore, then maybe you'll let me get a few pictures of you."

No thought about the consequences, my mind was still out of gear, but my mouth said "I'd like that Steve", and I watched him smile at me. Then my mind kicked in and I realized what I had done. But how could I say no, and make it sound convincing now? Mary came over and told me she was taking Ken, the fellow she was with home, and could I get a ride? Of course, Steve volunteered, so Mary simply pecked me on the cheek, told me she would call me, and left! Steve and I left a short time after that. When he pulled up in front of the house and looked at me, I knew that I would have to kiss him again, but waited for him to make his move first. When his lips met mine it was like fire as he pulled me tighter and I felt his tongue against my lips. I couldn't help it. I opened my mouth and let him in. I was panting when he let go of me, and I opened the door and ran in the house.

Mom was asleep, so I quietly went to my room, undressed, and went to bed. As I lay there I knew that my life had changed. Everyone at that party thinks I'm a girl, Steve thinks I'm a girl, and now I wondered if I thought I was a girl! My hand fell to the slit where there had been a lump, and let my finger trace it, back and forth, twice. The breastforms, still attached to my chest looked almost real, which in effect, made me a girl. Not quite a male any more, and not quite a girl, I was lost as my emotions struggled to accept the fact that I liked being a girl, I liked it when Steve kissed me, and I like having breasts and a slit rather than a lump. I finally fell asleep, and woke rested and with a whole new outlook on life. Naked, looking in the mirror the next morning, I saw the red tips of my nails, my hair mussed a little but essentially fine. I did not see a boy or any remnant of one. I slipped on some panties and a top plus some shorts and padded down to the kitchen.

"Good morning dear."

"Morning Mom." I was pouring some coffee when right out of the blue…

"Who brought you home last night, and do I know him?"

How does she do that? I know she was sound asleep when I got home, so there was no way she could know about Steve!

"Steven brought me home, and I don't think you know him, but you'll get a chance to meet him later today."

"Oh?"

"He's taking me for a drive and a simple lunch is all, don't get crazy on me Mother."

She never mentioned it again, and right after breakfast I went up and shaved as close as possible, did my makeup, and brushed out my hair. For the ride today I decided to wear a skirt with a pullover top. I selected the navy skirt and a white top. The bra lifted my already perky boobs up into the cups, and I smiled as I slipped the top over my head and pulled it down. Pantyhose then the skirt. With the skirt on I pulled the top down tight before I added some plain gold earrings, with a watch, then added some perfume and lipstick, stepped into the flats, grabbed my purse, and went back to the kitchen. When I walked in I got the shock of my life! Dad was sitting there! I had not seen him in almost four years, and now he shows up!

"Dear, this is Janet."

"Janet huh?"

His eyes roamed over me from head to toe and back, his usual unsmiling face a mask. I didn't know him well enough to figure out what he was thinking, but I had to play the part or it was over. I put my purse down on the counter, walked over and poured another coffee then sat at the table across from him, waiting.

"You look very nice, but what I want to know is why your dressed as a girl?"

Just then the doorbell rang, and I jumped up to get it. Steve stood there smiling at me.

"Hi Janet."

"Hi Steve, come in."

"Who is it Janet?"

"It's Steven Mother."

She walked into the foyer with Dad. Again the mask of his kept me wondering what he was thinking.

"Mom, dad, this is Steven."

Dad shook his hand, Mom smiled, then I ran in the kitchen, took my purse, and rejoined Steve, standing beside him.

"Have her back by dinner time Steven, and drive carefully."

"I will Ma'am, nice to meet you, bye."

I did not hesitate when Steve took my hand and walked out side. Steve could tell I was tense but was smart enough not to ask me about it. He drove out of the city, and as we got nearer to the lake, he finally asked me. I told him I had not seen my Father in over four years, and he picked this day to show up. I barely knew the man, yet he made me feel like a bug whenever he looked at me.

"That's because you were a little girl the last time he saw you, and now you're a woman. The change must be hard on him too."

The change dad saw was from little boy to grown woman, that's why he was in shock, then, when Steven showed up, clearly my date for the afternoon, that must have drove him nuts inside, but I'll give him credit for politeness. He never gave one sign that I was his son and not his daughter. I felt Steve's hand on my leg and I put mine over his and left it there. I was not going to worry about what my Father thought, I had made up my mind last night, so I wasn't worried what I thought, and that left Steven. What did he think of me? I found out when he stopped the car high on the overlook, opened the trunk and pulled out a blanket. Once we had it spread out, I sat next to him and let the sun hit my face. I felt his hand on my chin, turning my face, then his lips on mine. The shiver returned as he and I lay back on the blanket, our lips still united. I had fallen into this so easily that I wondered about myself, but with Steven pressing his lips hard against mine, I accepted the fact that I liked it, a lot. Steve wanted more of course, but I held him off, and later we stopped for lunch, then he took me home.

I was on cloud nine when I walked in the house. Dad was gone, Mom was sitting in the familyroom. She asked how the day was, I said fine, and she kept on knitting. I was waiting for her to tell me what Dad had said after I left. I had to wait about twenty minutes.

"Your Father was quite shocked to see you were now a girl, but I told him that you were almost completely female now, and what he thought didn't matter. He did mention how much you look like his mother. He also told me why he stopped by. He is getting married and wanted to tell everyone himself, not that I care, but he thought we should know. He wanted Jill to be in the wedding, then he saw you and asked if you would both be willing to be a Bridesmaid. I told him no. He has not been a part of your life for so long that it would be out of place for you girls to be in his wedding. You're not really his daughters anyway. He was just a sperm donor as it turns out. He won't be back by the way."

We sat there watching television for a while, then, right out of the blue, she asked me if I had enjoyed what I had done for Steven! There it was again. This woman I call Mother is a witch I think!

"What….what do you mean by that?"

"Wipe off your mouth dear, then ask my how I knew."

I ran in the bath and saw that all of my lipstick had smeared off. I smiled at my reflection. I still liked what I had done and didn't feel quite as bad about it as I might have. I went back in and sat down, which is when Mom put her knitting down and looked at me with that look she gets.

"I had this talk with Jill when she was 15, I guess it's your turn. Dating can be fun, and the men certainly like it when we give in to them, but you have to be careful Janet, or you'll get a reputation you don't want. I can tell by the look on your face that you thought about doing something for Steven that I'll bet most girls have done, or thought about, and like them, you'll have to be discrete about it if you do something like that. You're 18 now, and I can only advise you, and my advise is to not do that, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good. Can I assume that you have decided to remain as Janet? Do I say goodbye to my son?"

It was the moment of truth for all of us, and I told her that I did not see how I would be able to return to my manhood, given the number of people that have seen me, and now think of me as a girl, especially Steven. For the entire next week, mom would watch me do my makeup and hair, until she said I was good enough. Walking a mile in my sisters shoes, the joke I had provoked her with, had blossomed into so much more than I imagined. Jill would be home on Friday night, and I planned on shocking her more than a little. Three have gone by, and during that time she lost a brother and gained a sister. She'll never understand it, and be shocked at the same time!

On Friday, right after lunch, I went to me room to get ready for Jill's return. It took almost two hours to get dressed, and when I looked in the mirror, I knew I had done it. My skin was silky smooth and soft, the makeup not over done, and my hair held the curls because I wore rollers all night. I wore a Pushemup bra, the waist nipper and with the foam hip pads, had a very feminine shape. The pantyhose made my legs silky and tan, the short hem of the dress showing them off to my best advantage. I had bought the dress just for this day, and as I zipped it up I knew it was the perfect choice. A pale blue, it had two one inch wide straps to hold it up, a low, square cut neckline that exposed the tops of my now swelling breasts, a fitted bodice, hugged my hips and ended at mid thigh on me. I wore white heels with it to compliment the white earrings and necklace. The soft red lipstick matched my nail polish. I was ready, and went to the familyroom to await her arrival. While I was waiting, Steve called and asked me out to the show that night, but I had to beg off since Jill was coming home, she he asked me for the next night, and I accepted.

Mom came in to join me while we waited for her together, and when she saw me all she did was smile at me. She knew exactly what I was doing and why. Jill walked in the house, called out for us, and Mom told her where we were. The minute she walked into the room and saw me, I saw the look of confusion cross her face, and she just stood there.

"Jill, let me introduce your sister Janet."

All at once she let out a shriek, then ran over and gave me a hug.

"Remember when you told Janet that she should walk a mile in your shoes? Well, she did, and she found out she liked it, so Janet has been here every day for the last three weeks, and she now has a very wide circle of friends, including a very special friend."

"What?…what? A special friend? What does that mean? You look fantastic! I can't believe it!"

"Whoa! Go change first. We're all going out to dinner, and Janet and I will explain everything."

Well, Jill ran to her room, took a shower, changed clothes, did her makeup and hair in record time, and showed up dressed about the same as I was. Over dinner we explained it to her. How I discovered I like being a girl, and even look like one when I'm naked, which made her draw in her breath, then finally, I told her about Steven. I related the incident when I had to change clothes with Mary and Sharon in the room, and managed to pull it off without so much as a blink. After that it all questions about clothes and so on, and I admitted that I had been using hers, but all she did was grin at me and tell me she always wanted a sister, and couldn't wait to meet this fellow Steve. She did, the next night when he came to pick me up. After that we began to share a lot more things than we ever did before, and grew very close. Steven was persistent, and just before the start of August, when we were on the hill overlooking the lake again, I gave in to him. I had thought about it a lot, but after two moths as a girl I knew in my heart that I could not return to being a man.

He put a hand on each side of my face and pulled me to him, and kissed me again and again. There was no hiding his excitement, it was pushing hard against his jeans. I tried to avoid even thinking about the fleeting thought that had crossed my mind, even though I had decided to do it, but when he kissed me my hand found him all on its own. He pushed me down again, and, while I'm not sure how he did it, he had set the monster loose. My hand felt naked skin, smooth and hard. His hand went up my skirt again, and as he stroked me, I stroked him back. He did not take long, and erupted in my hand, making me pull away, giggling as I opened my purse for a tissue. Now I had gone too far, but it was done and I could not take it back. He had his hand on me and felt a girl, which once again confirmed my status for him. Then I… well, I did it to him, and boys don't do that for boys, girls do. What happened next in my mind I guess, and it just got out of hand so to speak. He was lying on his back with that thing sticking straight up, my hand wrapped around it, when I kissed it, then more. I was committed now. There was no going back now that I had done that for Steven, and I didn't really want to return to being a boy. The truth is I enjoyed it as much as he did, maybe more. At that moment he was mine. I controlled him, and I did my best. I felt like a bowl of gelatin inside. I'm a boy, always have been, and I have never been attracted to other boys, but Steven, well, he ignited something inside of me, and knowing I was a girl, well...

That fall I started college as Janet, which was a trick all by itself, but I managed to get through it, and since I live at home it's not really a problem. I started taking hormones that fall, and have now developed my own hips and bustline, still…Almost a girl.

 

 

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