Bad Boy                          by: Rachel Ann Cooper              © 1997

 

"Sit down young man. We are going to have a little talk. You’ve been coming home with bad grades, staying out late on school nights and even later on the weekends and giving me a lot of lip for over six months. You’re going to be a freshman next fall. How are these report cards going to look on your record? You’ve got 3 Cs, 2 Ds and an incomplete and an F in gym."

"I hate gym" said Marty.

"Apparently," said his mother. "Well, Marty, that crowd you run with is a bad influence on you and you will stop seeing them, be home after school by 3:30 and go to your room and study until further notice. If you give me any lip at all over this, the punishments will only get worse."

"Yeah, right! What are you going to do, spank me?"

"Well, Marty, that is an option I had not considered. Thanks for the idea." (Oh great. She’s three inches taller than me and outweighs me by at least 50 pounds.)

"That just cost you another point. There are going to be some changes in you, young man."

Marty’s Dad had been killed in a car crash two years ago and he resented not having his father to back him up like he used to. His dad was a wild kid and he enjoyed seeing Marty take after him.

He drank and swore a lot and vegged out in front of the TV most all the time when he wasn’t at the pool hall. Marty had decided that he was going to emulate his father, dead or alive. His mother had other plans.

"Get your hair cut Marty, tomorrow. That’s an order." He didn’t like taking orders.

"No way mom. All the cool guys wear it long and I’m not going to turn up looking like a geek." He didn’t get it cut either and he went and had his ears pierced just to spite her and now sported those little studs they give you. ‘All right Mr. long hair and earrings,’ she thought.

After dinner, Diane, his mom, told him she was going out to do a little shopping and she’d be back in about an hour or so and he had better be studying when she got back. She put on a little lipstick and her jacket and left. Marty saw this as a great chance to try out a new video game on his computer and went upstairs to his room.

When she got home, she came in quietly and heard the video game and thought, all right, you are going to be a changed person by the time you are ready to become a sophomore if you keep ignoring me. She didn’t say a thing to him about his not studying. She put her new mortar and pestle up in the cabinet where Marty couldn’t reach (he was only 5'3" tall) and left the other stuff in the two bags.

Next morning he was his usual hard to rise self and barely had time for breakfast and was late again for home room. That was the third time this month and his teacher, Mrs. Brand, was really steamed with him.

He got home at 5:00 O’clock after spending an hour in detention. Diane had hoped he would pay some attention and listen, but he didn’t. The changes had already begun but he hadn’t noticed yet. He got out of his clothes and went into the bathroom and took a shower. He had gym that day and didn’t shower at school. He was afraid the other guys would make fun of him. His height was not the only area in which he was rather small.

His mom worked 7 to 2 so she could be home when he got there ever since his dad died. When he went back to his room to put on some clean clothes, he reached into the right hand corner of his second drawer to get some clean underpants and felt nylon.

What the he--? "Mom, where are briefs?" he yelled.

"Right there where they always are Marty." All that was there was seven pairs of satiny spandex panties in various colors.

"Mom, you expect me to wear these?

"Marty, you don’t listen to a word I say. You played video games instead of studying like I asked you to last night and you came home today at five instead of 3:30. That’s just the first of the changes if you don’t behave." "Well, I’ll go without then." "Suit yourself," she said.

He began going without underwear but found, much to his dismay, that he was really getting sore and chaffed from his jeans. In a few days, he was wearing the panties. He’d never felt anything like that next to his skin and after a few days of relief from the chaffing, decided he actually liked them. They were low cut so he could still get at his little weeny to pee through his zipper.

Diane knew he never showered at school so it wasn’t a problem. They didn’t slow him down much though. He pretty much stayed the same except he watched his mouth a little more around his mom. She could see the writing on the wall. She had decided on the method of his punishment and he just seemed to want to be punished, kept egging her on. A couple days later she told him that skipping breakfast was no longer an option for being late to school. He would drink his orange juice if nothing else. "Yeah. OK Mom."

After another weekend of late nights he found another little surprise in his room. All his pajamas were gone when he came home late Saturday. They had been replaced by three nightgowns, one long with long sleeves (it was still cold and Diane didn’t want him too uncomfortable) and two waltz length for warmer weather. He screamed at his mom that he would just sleep in his panties before he would wear a girls nightgown.

However, after only one night of shivering in bed, he changed his mind and started using the long sleeved one.

"Mom, this isn’t fair."

"Young man, I’m going to see civilized behavior from you or I will see to it you don’t have a choice in the matter, is that clear? You will do a 180 degree turnabout or else!"

He kept his mouth shut but he still wasn’t studying and was still running with his buddies. Being kind and loving hadn’t worked since Dan died. She would just have to be hard and dedicated. He managed to get in by 10:30 Sunday night, 30 minutes past his curfew. *All right*, she thought, here we go. *Escalation time.*

Next morning she reminded him to drink his juice before he flew out the door. He was still late for home room. His teacher sent him for a lecture from the principal---again. When he got out of the shower Monday, he found that all his tank top style undershirts had been replaced with something that looked like them but were nylon with lace trimmed wide straps or with what he had heard called cap sleeves and cut to accommodate breasts.

"Mom, I will not wear these."

"Then go without" she said, just like before. It was still winter. He knew nylon was warm because of his panties and nightgown. He began wearing his camisoles. He was not only warmer than with his cotton tanks but the camis felt even better than the panties. A week after that, he came home and found his slippers replaced with a pair of girl’s slides and a pair of warm fuzzy ones but he wore the fuzzy ones with his long nightie and then she got him a heavy nylon robe the same color as the nightie and he wore that too. Being cold was not something he did well.

He was becoming a little afraid of what his mom would come up with next if he continued in that pattern set by his dad. Diane could still hear his video games going when he was supposed to be studying. He was still hanging out at the pool hall part of the bowling alley and his teacher had sent a note concerning her discipline problems with him. Then he decided to rebel against his new slippers.

‘I’ll go barefoot,’ he thought. ‘No I won’t and I know it. It’s too cold.’ And he began wearing the fuzzy ones again without protest. His robe was now a long, heavy weave nylon one in pink. He hated it, but he wore it because it was warm. It was soft too, just like the nightie. Unfortunately, Diane had not won this war yet by a long shot.

True, she was trying to humiliate him into submission and become a good boy again, but it wasn’t working. Her idea of petticoat punishment was a good one she thought, but maybe there was a better way or perhaps, a different way.

He was now wearing a nightgown, robe, slippers and girls underwear in addition to his long hair and earrings.. What else can she do to me, he thought? It was early November when she had reached the limit on bad grades and began her discipline and vitamin C routine. It was a vitamin C (C for ‘change’) capsule he was getting. Christmas was next week.

Still, Marty was rebellious. For Christmas, he got a new pair of sneakers that looked suspiciously like girl’s, a half dozen pairs of knee high nylon socks (they were actually Jaclyn Smith knee highs), an assortment of hoop and dangle earrings and some hair accessories. He also got two pairs of slacks (Cathy Lee) and a couple shirts (also Cathy Lee) and another long sleeved gown. Not a boy stitch in the bunch.

He was actually grateful for the extra gown because when the one he had was in the wash, he had to wear one of the waltz length and he really hated that as they were not nearly so warm and were awfully feminine. She also got him a nice blazer to wear with the slacks (J.C. Penney women’s wear).

Except for the hair stuff, he didn’t see the significance of the other things. He didn’t know much about clothing, especially the kind he had been wearing lately. He had no idea what side the buttons were supposed to be on. The blazer was a little tight in the waist and loose at the chest but he figured he’d grow into it. That was what his mother was planning too if he didn’t shape up, and was proceeding on the assumption that he wouldn’t.

In addition to his special orange juice, she began making him take other vitamins. It wasn’t worth his time arguing with her about it. He just took them.

‘I decided I was fed up and went to an Internet site overseas and got a product called spironolactone that was supposed to block all his testosterone production or at least make it useless. That would make the effect of his orange juice that much more potent and quick acting.’ She was going to have a kinder, gentler son or else she was going to have a daughter. At this point, she was so angry, she didn’t care which way it went.

His birthday wasn’t until May. He would be 15. ‘Just one more year before my license’, he thought. ‘Then I’ll get the car and cruise with my buddies for girls’. His grades had improved only slightly due to his mother’s discipline and he was still hanging with that bad crowd. When he brought home another lousy report card in February, she had reached the end of her patience.

"Marty, sit down at my vanity for a minute dear. Your eyebrows are looking just awful lately"

"What’s the matter with them Mom?"

"Why, they’re growing together dear. You look like you just one continuous eyebrow. Just let me take a few out and you’ll look much better." "OUCH!"

"Crybaby. Girls have to do this every week. Just hold still. It will only take a couple minutes."

When she was through, Marty’s eyes looked more like a ‘Mary’s’ eyes but she didn’t let him see them.

‘All right Marty’, she thought, ‘time for stage two’. She replaced all his summer clothes with girl’s. He now had girl’s shorts, sandals, scrunchies for his pony tail, girl’s tank tops and several plain and a couple frilly blouses instead of his summer shirts. She also got him a conservative two piece girl’s suit for swimming. He may not wear the top for a while, but he’d have to wear the bottom and it wasn’t much different than men’s.

But it was powder blue spandex that would make the least of his little male equipment. However, he didn’t know it yet and would not discover them for a while as she put the suit in her own drawer. In March (it had been five months since the orange juice and three since the vitamins) he began complaining that his chest hurt.

Diane said, "pull up your camisole Marty and let me look. She squeezed his nipples.

"Ouch, that hurts and they seem hard underneath Mom and so fleshy."

"Pull your top down honey. There doesn’t seem to really be anything wrong."

"Are you sick at all?"

"No."

"Well, just keep taking your vitamins and OJ and try to stay well."

‘Well, she thought, they are coming along nicely. Pointy pink, soft, enlarged and tender. Par for the course as I remember. I wonder if he has noticed the other changes? He was putting on a little fat in his hips and his thighs are beginning to rub at the top too. ‘We’ll just see how long you can keep up this rebellion under the influence of civilizing girl juice.’

"Marty, if you won’t get your hair cut, I want you to start wearing it higher on your head. It’s down to your shoulder blades."

"Aw mom, Tony Little wears a long pony tail at the nape of his neck."

"That’s him and this is you young man. Do it."

"No."

"Suit yourself then. You are making your bed and you will have to lie in it." He didn’t know what she meant.

‘Damn’, he thought, ‘it’s a good thing I can wear sweaters or a cover shirt. These things are poking out like breasts.’ One night he happened to feel himself up out of curiosity while he was in his nightgown. It was too warm now for the fuzzy slippers and he was into his gold colored, open toed slides with the mid heels.

‘Boy, that feels good. I wonder if it feels that way to girls?’ It made his nipples stand erect, which excited him even more and he began to get an erection, only it wasn’t much and not even worth playing with. His mom had noticed that his bed sheet didn’t have those tell tale spots in them anymore as of April.

She knew then what one of his birthday presents was going to be. His grades were improving slightly and he didn’t seem to be such a handful lately. She thought, ‘I think this running with the tough crowd and staying out late may just go away by itself. He’s not going to want to hang with them much longer or they will discover his cute little budding secrets.’ She smiled.

Marty began putting his hair up at the crown when he was home. Mom walked in when he was brushing it after dinner one night and said, "honey, that would really look nice in a single braid. May I show you how?"

"Well, uh...ok mom, if you want."

So she quickly turned him a little sideways in the mirror she had put up behind his desk and did it slowly enough that he could catch on.

"Now", she said, "doesn’t that look nicer than a scraggly pony tail"?

"Yes, I guess so but I can’t go to school with a braid."

"You can wear one at home though. We’ll do another one tomorrow and I’ll help you again, she said as she tied a little red ribbon at the end. "Why the ribbon mom"?

"They don’t stay braided on their own very well."

"Oh. Alright, thanks."

He was now a softer version of the old Marty and as she looked at him in the mirror with his braided hair, dangle earrings and budding bosom, she thought, ‘this could work out all right for both of us and the school. Hmmm!’

She could not help noticing also how he was beginning to fill out his nightgowns. He was becoming soft and round and with a much gentler and less rebellious disposition. ‘This is wonderful’ she thought. ‘I should have begun this when he was 12.’

From then on, Marty put his hair up in a braid or a tail high on his head and tied it with a ribbon.

He liked the ribbons better than the scrunchies for some reason. Mom now had a better idea of what one of his birthday presents was going to be.

It would be an A cup bra, just a plain white satin one to start. He’d more than fill it by June. He was staying in more now and studying some but the teachers were still sending notes home on occasion.

She called and spoke to his home room teacher and they had a meeting. Diane told her that she knew how big a handful Marty had been since his dad died, but she had even worse problems with him at home and proceeded to tell her about the crowd he ran with, his late nights, the pool hall, all of it.

"How have you been handling it, Mrs. Snelling, she asked? "Frankly the only way I could think of, petticoat discipline."

"Ah, I see, an old fashioned but tried and true one. I’m an old fashioned girl myself. Despite his less frequent outbursts, I have also noticed that he seems to be, well, for want of a better term, appearing to be acquiring a feminine figure as well and his skin and face are changing some too."

"Yes, I’m afraid he pushed me to the wall and that was my court of last resort to try and change his mind and, if necessary, his body along with it. I was hoping you’d understand."

"I think it is a splendid way to correct an unruly boy. You’ll get no problems from me, I can assure you." "That’s a relief."

"I think, Mrs. Snelling, you will find it impossible to separate the two, however.. I’ve noticed that he never allows the front of his blouses, they are blouses aren’t they, to be seen?"

"Yes, they are. So far I’ve been keeping them just very plain."

"And on assembly days when they are required to come in dressed nicely, those are girl’s slacks and loafers, are they not?"

"Yes. He has no others." "Have you got him dressing completely as a girl at home?"

"No. At least not in the way I assume you mean. That has been going according to his lack of response to my wishes regarding study habits, friends and late hours and I’m still having problems. I fear that he will be in them by mid summer at the rate he is going though. The summer wardrobe I bought him is totally feminine right down to a two piece bathing suit, which he will need and want by then."

"Have you noticed how he is carrying his books and the changes in his walk, gestures and speech patterns yet?"

"Just a little. He actually went out and bought himself a sports bra to hold them in but I see you still noticed them."

"Well, I have a lot of time to observe things, she said. Those look like camis under his blouses. Most people wouldn’t see it if they didn’t know him so well. He will have no voice change nor beard now either. And, for that matter, the way he is dressed and with his appearance changes, he is somewhat androgynous and beginning to lean toward our side, I do believe. Are we going to have a new student in our class next fall?"

"I have no idea Mrs. Brand. Maybe. Or he may want to change schools. We rent, so we can move easily. I did get him a conservative two piece suit for the pool. And we haven’t even thrown cosmetics or skirts into the mix yet."

"I’ve noticed he has made friends with a couple of the girls and just as friends, Marlene and Brandy."

"Are they nice girls?"

"Oh yes, and good students too."

"Well, maybe that will be a good influence. Let’s hope so. Is he hanging out with them some?"

"That’s what I hear."

"Good. They aren’t stupid. If he has spent any real time with them, they are wise to the new Marty and must like it. That could work in his favor over the summer as his femininity really kicks in."

"Keep me advised, Mrs. Snelling and I will do the same. If this comes up in a teacher’s meeting it won’t be from me, but we will have to handle it. I don’t want you to be punished as well."

"Thank you, Mrs. Brand. I really appreciate it. Do keep in touch."

Marty’s 15th birthday was alright. He was slowly drifting away from the rougher boys but he would still hang out and come home late. His grades were up a little more though. During these passing weeks, he had been discovering the pleasures of his new anatomy. It was no longer so foreign nor objectionable to him. He was beginning to discover that his breasts could be very stimulating and rewarding erogenous zones. And Diane felt like rewarding him with some pretty things. Finally, he was getting in touch with his feminine side and was behaving for a change. No pun intended <snigger> It had been eight months. {Well, she thought, whatever it takes. He had plenty of warnings. If he becomes Mary, so be it}.

He got a bunch of stuff, better than Christmas. There was a new computer game. He also got a couple pairs of size 8 jeans, some pretty blouses, skirts, the little basic black dress, hose, flats a pair of wedge heeled sandals and heels, 3" inch patent ones in addition to his new bras in beige and white and some new wedge heeled slippers and he hadn’t even seen the new blouses and other summer stuff including his new swim suit, hanging in the closet.

"Do I have to wear this stuff Mom? It’s all really neat and pretty but it’s all GIRL stuff!"

"Don’t you like my taste in clothing? Don’t you like the look and feel of your nighties and panties and your blouses, camis and everything?"

"Well, yeah, but...!"

"Honey, come here and look in this full length mirror. You haven’t had a stitch of boy clothes on in months. I had hoped that getting you into more civilized clothing would help to civilize you and you ARE a better student and much sweeter than you were. Have any of the students said anything about the way you dress?"

"No."

"Well, you see! All the girls recognize that you’re wearing girl’s clothing but the boys don’t. And it does look and feel nice, doesn’t it?" "You know it does, Mom. I can’t deny that."

"Well, before you look in the mirror, go upstairs and get out of that sports bra and into your new white one under that white blouse and come back down here." "OK."

So I went upstairs and got out of that damned choker bra and into the nice satin one. I arranged my new toys in the cups and put my blouse back on and then thought, ‘what the hell, I’ll go for broke and surprise the heck out of her. I sat down and put on a pair of thigh high hose and a half slip and a dark blue tight skirt and the pretty pumps she bought me. ‘ Just look at those legs in high heels would you’?

‘GAWD I feel strange but why am I so aroused and why do I feel so HOT? I avoided the mirror in the bathroom and went back down swinging my hips the way I’d seen all the girls do when wearing high heels.

"Now come over to the mirror and tell me what you see."

"Geeze, Mom! I’m a girl!"

"See, that is what I mean."

"Alright, I’ll wear them but I sure feel weird. I do look kind of cute though."

"Feeling weird will pass honey, you’ll see. You handle those pumps very well sweetheart."

"Thanks mom. I feel awfully girlish lately and heaven help me, I think I may even like it. I really appreciate your getting me all the nice clothes and things. They feel wonderful."

"Gratitude is NOT something I’d expect from my son. Are you still my son?"

"I’m beginning to wonder about that too Mom. This feels so strange but nice too. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel...pretty!"

‘Mary’ stayed in her new pretty things the rest of the evening and truly mastered her new high heels. She didn’t take them off or complain about them but went on to adopt the sway needed to walk gracefully in them. It was hard to think of ‘her’ as Marty. I thought she might become rather attractive and popular as a girl if the school would accept the change.

His last report card was better, one B, 3 Cs and a C- in gym. Well, he finally passed gym even if it was by the skin of his teeth. And his first B since his dad died. This is getting a little better.

By the 4th of July, it was nothing but hot and Marty wanted to go swimming but he knew the only way was to wear his new suit that his mom gave him, bottom AND top. With a just a little padding, ‘she’ was a B cup now and I had given her the new swim suit knowing this was going to be the tie breaker. If ‘she’ went swimming with her girlfriends as a girl, the die was cast.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Will you show me how to style my hair and use cosmetics so I can go swimming?" "Sure honey. I thought you’d never ask. Are you upset about having to do this?"

"No, Mother. I really can’t wait to see how I look. I want to see if I can be as pretty as my friends."

"Trust your Mom sweetie. I’m going to have to start having to worry about boys now and that is something I NEVER thought of before."

"Everything you need is in this little waterproof makeup case."

(S)he spilled it out onto his desk, soon to be her vanity table as well. She was, after all, only 15 and Diane had no intention of letting her date until she was 16, so it was pretty basic, several lipsticks, nail file and enamels, liner, shadow and waterproof mascara and eyebrow pencil and some blusher.

"I want to take you down to the makeup counter at Maynard’s department store and get you the right shade of makeup base and a professional lesson on how to apply it. We can do that this weekend if you like."

"Great. I’ve always thought girls who knew how to really use makeup could look so nice and I’d like to cover up some of these freckles too."

"You know dear, if you are going out as a girl, don’t you think you should change your name? Have you thought about it at all?"

"Actually, Brandy has been ragging on me about it. She says I’m way too cute to be a boy anymore and I’d better think of a new name I like."

"Let’s see, if I just drop the "T", I’d be Mary. Would that be OK? It would sure make things simpler and I think it will make it easier for me and for my friends too."

"Yes. Alright. Mary it is then. I think you are going to really enjoy this summer. Here now, I can’t really to this for you but I will tutor you, alright?"

"First, you need to pluck your eyebrows into a more feminine arch than I did the first time and that I will do so you will see how they should be and not make a mistake. Just pluck from underneath and in the middle if you have to. You want them along and slightly above the bone, well defined and expressive. You know, I never noticed it before but you have wide set eyes that slant a little upward like a lot of girls."

And, over the next 15 minutes or so, Mary sprang to life in full bloom complete with full makeup including indelible lipstick and gloss.

"Like it honey?"

"Mmm, yes. Tasty too. Marlene and Brandy are going to be blown away."

"Don’t be too disappointed if they aren’t. Do me a favor before you go swimming this afternoon."

"OK. What?"

"Go put on your slip and that black dress, some hose and your new heels for me."

You want me to model for you?" "Sort of."

Diane left her new daughter alone while she changed. Mary had no idea. She managed to get down the stairs without falling and walked across the room like she’d seen models do. She really didn’t do too badly with the heels either and this pair were 4" with about a three eights inch platform sole. They were very sexy sandals.

"Like it, ‘she’ asked?"

"Sweetheart, I’m going to let you answer that one yourself. Come into the hall and look in the mirror. In the mirror she saw what her mom saw, a very pretty young girl with a blossoming figure, tiny waist and fuller hips and the dress and sandals made her tingle all over and her nipples stand right up and show through. Her mother noticed her erect nipples and Mary caught her looking.

Mary said, "Yes, I see what you are looking at and yes, I just love it."

" Oh, Mom, I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch. Please forgive me" and she began to cry. "I promise I’ll study and you won’t have to scold me anymore. I’ll be a good girl."

"Oh? Does this mean we’ve seen the last of Marty? We can move to a new school district if you like. I’ve already talked to Mrs. Brand about it."

"Really?"

"Uh huh. But you have to decide by the middle of August so we can be there when school starts."

"I don’t know, Mom. I see what you see but let me bounce Mary off Marlene and Brandy first. If they like me this way, then maybe I’ll try to stay. I’m really very fond of them."

"Alright Mary. Go up and change into something more comfortable."

"Mom, can you come up here a minute?"

"Sure." She had on her new suit and Diane saw at once why she had been summoned. "You don’t need to explain it. I see the problem. Let’s go right out and get you a couple of one piece suits and you can wear your control brief under them." And so they ran over to Walmart and got a couple suits that Mary liked with push up pads that made the most of her new charms. She tried them on at the store and everything was fine. No one could tell. Marty’s equipment had become pretty useless and regressed to the size of about a eight year old’s anyway, although now, when she played with her breasts, she got an orgasmic feeling in her panties. It still felt good, VERY good.

Mary was sitting on a bench outside the pool waiting for Marlene and Brandy with her hair up tied high with a bow, a pair of big hoop earrings and with white shorts, sandals and a frilly violet colored blouse on. She’d also done her nails, now quite long, and toenails a dark rose.

They were a little late. As they walked up the stairs, they noticed the cute blonde girl sitting on the bench and went over to the other one and sat down. Marlene said in a normal tone to Brandy, "I wonder where he is? We’re late though. Well, he usually is too. Let’s just wait a few minutes and then we’ll go in."

Mary was enjoying this tremendously. After a couple of minutes, she went over to them and said, in the quiet voice she had learned to use that originated high in her throat instead of her chest, "Hi, my name is Mary."

" Who are YOU waiting for."

"Oh just a friend of ours, Marty Snelling."

"Oh, I know him. Bit of a rebel, isn’t he?"

"Well, Mary, he seems to have gotten a lot nicer lately and we kind of like him but not as a boyfriend. In fact lately, he’s been almost as much fun to be around as another girl. He’s really very sweet."

Something went ‘click’ in Marlene’s head just as she said that, and she just sat there frozen for a long moment and then said, having a terrible time containing herself, turning, "Brandy? Haven’t we met Mary somewhere before?"

Mary could see in her eyes that now she and Marlene were having a little fun with Brandy and it was delicious fun.

"Gee, Marlene, I’m not..." and there was another long, pregnant pause as she looked Mary over from head to toe, taking in the whole girl, the cute figure, hair, makeup, nails clothing. "No, I don’t think so." Then Marlene very calmly leaned over to Brandy and whispered what she knew.

"No! I don’t believe it. No WAY" said Brandy! Then she quieted down a little and stood up looking eye to eye with Mary and said, "she just told me that..." and Mary broke in saying, " I KNOW what she just told you and it’s TRUE!"

"I guess I don’t have to worry about anyone else. You guys are my best girlfriends and you were clueless."

Brandy just stood there still stammering while Marlene and Mary were giggling themselves silly. They both had to sit down again they were laughing so hard.

Finally, Marlene got control of herself and said, "alright ladies, let’s go swimming. I’m sure Mary will fill us in. They showed their passes and went into the girls locker room and changed. There were stalls in the girls side as well as lockers and when Mary came out in her new black suit, her friends were stunned a second time. Both their mouths hung open. The suit had a demi push up cup which still allowed Mary’s nipples free rein and they were erect and she was showing plenty of cleavage. There was not a hint of Marty.

Marlene, recovering, said to Brandy, "maybe we won’t get a chance to talk here after all. The boys may be all over us with her here." They stepped through the chlorine bath and went out and found as secluded a spot as they could and Mary did indeed have a chance to explain what had happened to Marty and explained that she was beginning to be really happy about it and was really torn about having to move to another school. Her friends understood though and vowed to make the most of the summer.

"There’s a dance every week at the pavilion in the park Mary. Have you ever been dancing?"

"No. The crowd Marty ran with wasn’t into that so he never learned."

"Wonderful, said Brandy. Then you won’t have anything to unlearn. Marlene and I will teach you and we can all go together. It will be such fun. Have you got much of a wardrobe?"

"Why don’t you come over and see and I’ll introduce you to my Mom. I’ll model anything you like and I really want to learn to dance in heels too."

" I suppose we’ll have to teach you how to protect yourself from boys. It’s one of the hazards of being as cute as you but don’t worry, we’ve already been through survival school and our skills are good. You’ll be fine."

"Gee, I hope so, Brandy. I don’t want to end up in a ditch somewhere."

"Are those yours?"

"Yes and still growing."

"Well, they are going to try and fondle you and if you like it, fine, but be careful."

"I do wear a control brief so it will be hard to get at me anyway and if I’m going to be with a boy, I’ll wear a panty liner. I think you are right. With a little training, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the offer. I’m going to take you up on it." How about cooling off a little girlfriends?" They all went down and ran off the one meter board screaming.

They did teach Mary to dance while Marty, on the very rare occasions when he made a pretense at being around, had to wear a very tight sports bra and he still looked like a girl. His old crowd had deserted him and just as well. They figured he’d gone gay on them and, I suppose, they were a little right about that because Mary certainly did have herself a good time at the dances and she was very popular.

What’s more, she now enjoyed having a boy hold her close and looking up into his eyes. She was learning to flirt. She would just tell them she was from another school, which may soon be true. Her mom had upped her dosage for the last month to clear away any doubts and Mary had to take the padding out of her black swim suit. She was a B+ now.

Her mom sat her down on August 14th and said, "alright young lady, what’s it going to be. Are you going to resurrect Marty or do I sign this new lease ten blocks away?"

"Only ten blocks?"

"Well, that puts us in the next district on the border of this one."

"That’s neat. I can still see Brandy and Marlene."

"So, what’s it going to be?"

"Mom, I know that Marty was a really bad kid the last couple of years and he deserved what he got, which is ME. All his old buddies have deserted him now and all he has left is my girlfriends anyway. It really has been a terrific summer and I’ve had more fun than you could imagine. In fact, I’m on overload in the fun department."

"Marty used to be a good student so I know I have the potential to get that back but I’ve been so happy as Mary, I don’t really think I want to go back to being Marty. I don’t even know if I could do it. My body just won’t go back to being Marty any more will it?"

"No honey. That is out of the question now."

"Is this making any sense?"

"Of course, honey. It makes all too perfect sense. You’ve been socializing as a girl all summer and your figure is really turning out nicely. Your girl hormones have turned your mind around completely. You really can’t think like a boy anymore, can you?"

"I really don’t know Mom, but I really don’t think I want to go back to being that stinker again anyway."

"Then it’s settled. I’ll contact our attorney and we’ll get you made a legal girl. I don’t mind at all if you want to live as my daughter. We can do mother/daughter stuff. It will be fun."

"I suppose you know how you got here by now. You’ve figured it out, right?"

"Yes Mom. The OJ and the vitamins. Pretty potent vitamins. I guess you were really fed up with Marty and I want you to know that I love you and I don’t blame you. From your standpoint you must have been very frustrated."

"Thank you honey. It’s nice to know your aren’t mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at being handed a life I never dreamed was possible. Marty could never be as happy as I am right now."

"Well, if you are going to be my daughter, we have to take you to a doctor and get you some proper hormones, OK?"

"Sure, sooner the better. At 5'5" and 115 pounds, I think I have a lot more potential than Marty could. I’m content. Sign the lease and let’s move. I can’t wait to see what new adventures are at my new school."

"More boys than you can handle, I wager."

"If it gives you any comfort Mom, Marlene and Brandy have not only given me dancing lessons. They’ve given me ‘survival’ lessons in the female world and I’ve already been tested. I’ll be fine. You’ll see."

"Alright then. I’ll go to the school and get your records changed so there are no hassles for you and then see about changing your birth record. Welcome to the women’s world honey. I hope you continue to like it."

New school. New adventures. Next time.

 

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