Bad Luck?                             by: Janet Stickney               JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

I was a lad of seventeen when this all started. How it started is an odd bit of joke, circumstance, bad luck, a pushy mother, a dotty father, and my own growing realization all rolled into one. My name is Fredrick Garrison Grant, at least I keep telling myself that, as my husband kisses, and caresses me. I'm trying very hard to remember it, really, I am.

It was our turn to host the annual party, and mother was going out of her way to make it the best one ever. Halloween was her favorite holiday I think, and she always had special treats and decorations made. Father was going to be an Indian King, and Mother wanted to be Snow White. But her dress, when it arrived, was one size to small for her to wear, so she went to plan B, and wore a twenties style flapper dress instead. I had planned on wearing my usual Singing Cowboy outfit, the one with all of the rhinestones on it. Three weeks before the party, while I was trying on the outfit, mother came in. "You can't wear that again!" "Why not? I like it, it still fits, and not many have seen it before." "That won't do at all Fredrick. You know perfectly well that I pride myself on the way our parties look and feel, and wearing a costume that even one person has seen before is not acceptable!" "Then what shall I wear mother? That new dress of yours?" I meant it as a joke of course, but when her eyes lit up and she started smiling at me, I just knew that I had screwed up, and that dress was exactly what I was going to wear.

Less than an hour later, mother and her maid Gretchen showed up in my room, both of them smiling, and weighed down with armloads of clothes. "Take your clothes off Fredrick. We need to find out what fits and what else you need." My mother was a very forceful woman, and in my entire life I had yet to defy her. As the word no rose to my lips, she simply looked at me with something between a glare and a grin, and I began to unbutton my shirt. Gretchen had helped raise first my mother, and later, me; there was no way she was going to leave the room no matter how naked I got! When I was standing in my briefs, I was handed a pair of panties. They graciously turned around as I slipped them on, then, all at once it seemed, the two of them descended on me. A camisole was slipped over my head and a corset wrapped around me. As the laces were pulled tight, at Gretchen's, suggestion, I raised my arms and sucked in a breath. My poor body was severely compressed by that corset, and any excess flesh I had was pushed up, and down, making modest breasts and hips. Unable to catch my breath, mother merely said I would get used to it, and had me sit down, which was a real trick the way I was bound up. Hosiery were rolled up my legs, fastened to the garter tabs, and when I stood up, the tension taken up. Three petticoats went over my head and secured at my waist, then the dress was slipped over my head. As the zipper was pulled closed and the material closed around me, I heard myself thinking that it was a very nice looking dress. The shoes, silver sequined heels, were slipped on my feet and I was allowed to look in the mirror for the first time.

Even with short hair and no makeup, it was obvious even to me that with just a little effort, I would look very nice as a girl. The girl in the mirror had a modest, but definable cleavage over a well tapered waist that led, at the hem of the dress, to the silver shoes that peeked out from under the dress. "She will look so pretty madam!" "I agree Gretchen! But we only have three weeks to get her ready! You better get your tape." They took the dress off me, and began to measure me in a variety of places. "You may wear the corset for the rest of today Fredrick, and in the morning we will go out and get you some things you'll need." Mom and Gretchen walked out of the room, leaving me in the heels and the hose, the corset firmly tied in a fashion that would not let me untie it! I managed to get the hose off, and slipped on some pants and a shirt. As the day wore on the corset finally quit biting into me and I began to feel less restricted in it. At dinner, mother told me that she and Gretchen would be back home in the late morning and that I should be home, ready to begin at that time.

The next morning after an early breakfast they left. I had no idea what they had in mind, except that whatever it was, it would make me look like a girl for the party. I was on the computer when mother returned. "Come along Fredrick, we have a lot to do today." It did not seem to matter what I wanted, and no consideration was given to my pitiful words, saying that I did not want to be a girl for the party. In my room Gretchen unlaced the corset, and relief washed over me. Standing in those panties, she began to rub a cream all over me.

Unlike my father, I have to shave twice a week to his once. Some ancestor blessed me with the thin beard gene! Gretchen told me to shower off the cream, and wash my hair, and after I did that, I found myself hairless. Within minutes of the moment I stepped back into the bedroom Gretchen had me in panties again. This time, she told me to "do something about that", meaning my maleness. Embarrassed, I turned and did as she asked me, then I once again had the corset wrapped around me. Mother used her tape, and I was surprised to find that my waist was now 23 inches! "Better than yesterday, but 21 is the goal, so you'll have to wear the corset every day Fredrick if you want to fit into the dress we have for you." "But I thought I was wearing the Snow White outfit!" "We discussed this, and since it will be your debut, we have decided that you should wear white; don't worry about that now dear, let's get you dressed. This time my makeup was done first, then hose, and a padded pantybrief. Instead of a huge dress, I was given a straight pink skirt which, when I had it on, fell just above my knees. The blouse was off white with a lace insert over my breasts, short sleeves, made of a soft satiny material. It really felt quite nice against my skin.

My hair was normal in length for a male, so mother put a wig on my head after she brushed my own hair down in front. As soon as it was pinned on and brushed out, and I saw my reflection in the mirror, I was stunned. Right in front of me was a blond haired beauty that bore only a faint resemblance to me! "Put this on Fredrick." Mother handed me the lipstick, and I put the waxy red on my lips, creating a cupids bow mouth. Black high heels went on my feet, then I was given a pink jacket. Clip style pearl earrings and necklace were put on me, then a dash of perfume. I was watching in the mirror as the transformation happened, and I was still in awe of the girl in the mirror. "You have an appointment at three, which means we have almost an hour to get you there. Shall we have lunch?"

What mother meant was "we'll go out to lunch", and I was quickly handed a purse and we were on our way to lunch! I wasn't nervous about being out of the house at all; I kept the image in the mirror in my mind and knew I looked just fine. It was Mother and Gretchen calling me Fredrick around other people that bothered me. When I mentioned it to her she immediately cast a glance at Gretchen, and I was immediately christened Catherine Elizabeth Grant on the spot. I gave it no thought at the time, although now, I know that they had already selected that name for me, and were waiting for me to ask them to use it. It was the lever they wanted, and I gave it to them, just like they planned.

After lunch we went to mother's salon where I was shocked to find that the appointment was made in the name I had just learned over lunch! It merely confirmed what I had thought. I was taken to a chair, and my wig taken off, and before I could say anything, she was washing my hair, and after that, my normally sandy blonde hair was dyed strawberry blond! The woman selected a new wig that matched the color of my hair, and as she placed it on my head, she used what looked like small hooks to pull my own hair through the wig. I asked her what she was doing, and she looked at me somewhat surprised. "I'm securing the hairpiece to your head so that it will not come off of course!" She kept working while she talked, and I knew right at that moment that mother intended me to dress as a girl from now until the party! A few minutes later, as the woman worked on my hair, another girl came over and started on my nails.

Two hours later, when they told me they were done, I saw that my hair hung straight down, over my shoulders in waves of gold. As my hands went to my head, I saw the flash of the soft red that tipped my fingers now. My makeup had been redone, and I had to admit that that way they did it made me look even better than when mother and Gretchen did it. From the top of my head, over my swelling bosom to the hem of my skirt, down my now shapely legs to the pointed black heels, I no longer looked like Fredrick Grant in any way. In just a few short hours I had been transformed into a girl. Mother and Gretchen were very happy. If their smiles were any indication, and I could not help but smile back at them. They had succeeded in making my debut as a girl at the costume party, a certain success. Mother motioned to me, and the three of us left the salon.

For the next three weeks, at mothers insistence, I wore nothing but female clothes, practicing doing makeup until I could do it as well as it was done at the salon, brushing my hair into a variety of styles, and Gretchen was relentless in making me use feminine mannerisms. I was still wearing the corset every day, and true to her word, I now had an 21 inch waist. The force of the corset had, after all this time, tortured my poor body to the point that I now had natural breasts! Gretchen said they were a small A. On the day of the party I dressed in a simple skirt and blouse, and drove myself to the salon. It was my first foray into the salon alone and I was slightly nervous. Mother had told me to select a hairstyle I liked, but not to cut my hair.

Other than that, I was on my own.

I looked in several books, selecting a hairstyle I was sure would be perfect, and the stylist agreed. I had my nails redone, my makeup done, and then carefully drove home. I had no idea what the dress looked like as both mother and Gretchen had told me not to worry about it. I did however try on several dresses that Gretchen then marked up, so at least I have an idea what style the dress would be. I went to my room and found Gretchen waiting for me. She watched as I undressed. I was no longer ashamed to have her see me naked, and as soon as I slipped off the cotton panties, she gave me a pair that were white satin, trimmed in sheer white lace with a lace insert just over my sex. That satin gave me a delicious feeling as they slid up my legs and I pulled them on my waist. She held up a brand new corset and I took it then fastened the hooks up the front before she pulled the laces tight. It was all white, satin and white lace trim, yet unforgiving as Gretchen pulled the laces until the stays met in the back. The hose were white silk, and as I secured the garter tabs I once again looked at the way they shaped my legs. 'Long and sexy' I thought to myself.

A very short slip went over my head, then I stepped into the three heavy and very full petticoats. The dress was all white, like a wedding dress, low cut in front, exposing more than an ample amount of my breasts. The bodice hugged me tightly in white satin that gave way to the skirt, which was white tulle over a satin under skirt. Baby pearls had been sewn on, in a pattern on the bodice where it met the neckline. My arms were left bare as the dress had no sleeves. A string of baby pearls in a necklace went around my neck like a choker, then chandelier style pearl earrings were slipped into the new holes in my ears. My hair, done in a style reminiscent of the old south, was done so that I had sausage curls down the back, the top laying in flat curls while the sides were swept back. I stepped into the white satin covered shoes and went to the vanity and used a soft red lipstick, then my perfume. "You have really turned out to be very pretty Catherine." "Thank you Gretchen."

I picked up the skirt of the dress and walked down the wide winding staircase, causing some of the early guests to stop and look at me. "Everyone, this is Catherine Elizabeth." I stepped into the foyer and was immediately surrounded by the guests, and was introduced to them. Some I had known since I started school! Later, as they all drifted away, more guests arrived, some in pairs, some alone. One of them was dressed in a Naval uniform. I noticed him only because he was so tall, and so impressive in his uniform. Mother took his arm and brought him to me. "Catherine, this is Prince Michael of Mordavia. Michael, This is Catherine." He kissed my hand as he bowed at the waist.

All of the guests were having a wonderful time, and I have to admit it, I did like the idea that nobody knew who I really was. After all, I had been simply introduced as Catherine, so I could hardly become the son all at once...could I? My classmates would not have understood at all and I would have become someone to laugh at. The women watched me, "with envy", the men "with lust", Gretchen told me. Later, as we sat at the table for dinner, I had the Prince on my right, mother on my left. During dinner I felt his hand on my leg, gently at first, later, when he squeezed my leg. I wanted him to stop, but being at the dinner table, with everyone watching, I simply could not.

As the music started after dinner and couples began to dance, he swept me into his arms and held me close as we waltzed. "You are a very beautiful woman Catherine Elizabeth. Many of the men here want to know you better. A lot better." "And you?" I asked, "What do you want sir?" I also want to get to know you better." He was very polite of course and made no 'move' on me, but it was written in his eyes, and he could not hide it. I excused myself and found mother. Once I had her alone I asked her what was going on. "Why, it's a costume party dear!" "I know that mother, but everyone thinks I'm a girl!" "And why not? Look at yourself. All of us, including you, have gone to great lengths to make you the perfect girl, and we have succeeded!" "But the Prince, he..." "He is taken with your beauty Catherine, and that is all. Now relax and enjoy the party."

That night four of the male guests gave me their card and ask if they could call on me, three of them classmates! Prince Michael promised to write. By the end of the evening and all of the guests had left I was exhausted, yet deep down, I was surprised I was so excited about all of the attention I had received. As I undressed that night I looked at my reflection carefully. I did look like a girl, even wearing just the panties. I went to bed wondering why I felt this way. The next morning I planned on washing out my hair, removing the nails, and dress once again as Fredrick, but after I looked in the mirror I simply could not do it yet. I wore a skirt and blouse to breakfast, my makeup moderate, my hair brushed out in a pageboy.

Mother said nothing about how I was dressed. "The party was a smashing success Catherine, and you looked spectacular. You should be very happy." "I am mother." After breakfast mother and I went in the den together. "Since you now have a modest breast Catherine, and looking at the way you dressed this morning, are you going to continue on as a female?" "It was convenient this morning mother, that's all." Her clear blue eyes never left my face, and for the first time ever, she swore! "Hogwash Catherine. You like dressing as a girl and we both know it...don't we?" My mouth opened, but she went on as if what I had to say did not matter. "I admit that Gretchen and I pushed you a little bit, and last night we never gave any sign that you were anything but what you appeared to be, but you liked the attention you got. I could see it on your face." I could not deny it, Mother was right. I did enjoy the attention, but I was a boy, not a girl, and if I accepted any invitation from any of the men at the party, I would risk being found out, and that was something I could not bear. Dressing for my own, or my mother's pleasure, was something else entirely.

Neither mother or Gretchen coaxed me, or pushed me, to dress as a girl, but the wig had been put on in a way that meant that I would have to wear it until my own hair grew out and the knots could be taken out. I suppose that I could have cut it off, destroying my own hair in the process, but somehow, for some unknown reason, I decided not to do that. If I dressed as a male, the long hair would be out of place, but as a girl it was more than acceptable, so for the next month I wore a skirt and a blouse, or a dress, everyday, over the corset of course. I had begun to associate the corset with being dressed as a girl, and did not think I had the figure to go without it. Gretchen is the one that told me that it would take a few months for my hair to grow out, and I resigned myself to it. Within a few weeks I started to sense a tingle in my breasts, but gave it no thought because it was the same sensation I had gotten wearing the corset after a few days. But the changes happening to my body were harder to ignore. My small breasts had begun to swell, and now, even without the corset, I had a pair of clearly definable, full, round, breasts! They did not look at all like the pushed up flesh I was used to seeing. My skin started to get a bit smoother while at the same time I began to see hair washing off my body every time I took a shower. My body was now virtually hairless! As I dressed I also noticed that the panties fit better, and began to wonder if mother had been feeding me hormones, so as soon as I was dressed I confronted her with my suspicions.

Mother listened to me as I explained the changes and asked her if she had done something. Now, mother had never lied to me in the past, but this time, I expected not a lie exactly, but a severe bending of the truth. I was very surprised when she said that I was right! "Of course I did dear! We started you on hormones after that first time we saw you dressed. How else could you experience what it means to have the true beauty you already have, along with a body to match? And we must have been right because you have been dressing as a girl every day for almost three months now. Obviously we were right. You want to be a girl. I merely helped you achieve it." Shocked that she would admit it, I said nothing, even though I knew that what she said was true. But I tried to save face anyway. "I am dressing this way until my hair grows out enough to take the wig knots out mother, that's all!" "Poppycock! You could have had that wig taken off long ago Catherine and you know it. No. You like dressing as a girl, and I'll bet that you do not really want to change back into a male!" I had dressed as a girl for almost three months now and over that time I had become adroit at doing my hair, makeup and nails, while feminine clothes were no longer a mystery to me. The few times I tried on my male clothes I looked like a girl dressing as a boy, or a very effeminate boy. All at once I knew she had done the right thing. "But we only gave you a few doses Catherine. Your own body must have done the rest on it's own." I thought about what she said and realized that through the bad luck of my own chemistry, I was turning into a girl! As I sat there, my hands went to my swelling breasts and squeezed them, one in each hand. "These will get bigger won't they mother." "If what I hear is true, daughters tend to be the size of the mother, so if that's true, then yes. You will grow to a fuller size, perhaps a full 'B' or 'C' cup.

It was the catalyst of my own realization that let me accept my fate. Later that night at dinner, Gretchen suggested that I might want to redo my bedroom in a more feminine manner. That night as I looked around the room I decided she was right, and the next day I moved all of the furniture out of the room and painted the trim in eggshell white with the walls a soft mint green. Mother and I went shopping for drapes and curtains, a new bed spread and pillow cases. She also bought me a lighted vanity, and as I moved all of my clothes to paint the closet, without asking, Gretchen began to pack them in boxes. I did not stop her. I had a small wardrobe suitable for myself as Catherine, so over the next few days we shopped. Bras, slips, panties, pantyhose, hose, shoes, skirts, blouses, dresses, suits, and so on, were all added. I also got used to dressing without the corset as mother said I no longer needed it.

Two days after I had settled into the newly redone room I got a letter from Prince Michael that he had been posted to the Washington Embassy, and wanted to visit me! I cannot say that having a suitor was foremost on my mind, but that night Gretchen came into my room and sat on the bed, looking at me, all wrapped in pink nylon.

"I think its time you decided what it is you want Catherine. For all intents, you are a young girl now, and have accepted that in your mind. By chance, or mistake, or even desire, you have become a girl. Ask yourself if this is what you want. If it is, then forget about Fredrick and become Catherine Elizabeth Grant." She kissed me on the cheek and left me to answer the question she asked. As I lay in bed and looked around I knew the answer, Fredrick would not return. I let my hand fall to my usually small manhood, and wondered how I was going to successfully hide it.

In the morning I found the answer on the Internet, and ordered what I needed, then got dressed. I spent the day rearranging my room to suit my new needs, sorted my lingerie and so on. Then I called the salon and made an appointment for that afternoon. I had made my decision, and now I was going to make it true. Mother and Gretchen were not around when I left, so I left a note on my vanity. At the salon I had the same stylist, and at my direction she removed the wig and styled my own hair. It had grown to a reasonable length and she was able to style it in a short bob. I also had her dye it the color of the wig. Not having the weight of all of that hair was new, but a lot more comfortable, and I stopped in at the sports center and picked up a new tennis dress with panties to match and new shoes. I liked to play tennis and had not done so since I started the transition. The Prince had said he liked to play, so I intended to ask him to join me for a set. Mother saw me first and immediately told me she liked the new hairstyle on me. "This came for you today Catherine, what is it?" "Let me check it mother, I'll tell you later." I took the package and went to my room, locking the door behind me. I opened the package, and after reading the instructions carefully, put it on. It did exactly as advertised. It gave me the look of a natural born female. I got dressed again, this time in slacks and a top.

In the mail I received a note from the Prince saying that he would stop by the next day! Gretchen and mother thought it was funny when I began to worry about what to wear, would he like my new hairstyle and so on. "Relax Catherine. He is a man, and men are easy to manipulate. Just be pleasant and be yourself." That night I spent two hours in a bubblebath, using a razor to shave off the odd hair that had not fallen off yet. My skin was silky smooth, my breasts now very sensitive. That night I wore my special device to bed so that I would get used to it. Besides, I was going to breakfast in my nightgown and robe, which I knew, would let mother see my new device, if only through a mist of pink nylon.

As I walked down the stairs and mother saw me, I heard her gasp and knew that I now had her undivided attention. "Catherine! What have you done to yourself?" "Nothing mother. I simply bought something to make it easier for me to be the girl I seem to be." She said nothing at all, but I knew that her curiosity would get the better of her sooner or later. All I had to do was wait. I was in my room and had just slipped on my panties when mother came into the room. "Let me see Catherine." I slipped the panties down and heard intake a breath. "That looks very real Catherine! How does it work?...no. Don't tell me." I pulled up my panties again and pulled on my tightest pair of slacks, the tan ones, and a white sweater and some flats. My shorter hair was simple to brush out and with a modest amount of foundation and lipstick I went down to the den to wait for Michael to show up. Almost as soon as he arrived he said, "There will be a party at out Embassy Saturday next Catherine, and I would like you to attend it with me as my guest." I had assumed he would ask me out, but not something like this! His smile never wavered as he looked at me, and I felt my head nodding yes. "Excellent! I will send a car to meet you at the train station then. Just call and tell me when you will arrive."

Mother, knowing that he was attracted to me, helped him along by mentioning that I played tennis, and wondered if he did as well. "Of course! It is my favorite game!" "We have an indoor court close by, maybe you and Catherine would like to play. When you get back we can all have dinner together." He looked at me and when I smiled at him, he quickly agreed. "I will have to stop and get some shoes and so on, but that sounds wonderful." "I'll go pack my bag then Michael. I'll only be a moment." I left him there and went to my room, packing my new outfit, shoes, some makeup, and so on.

His driver took us to the same sports center I had gone to. Within minutes he returned to the car and we drove to the courts. He veered off to the men's locker room, while I stepped into the women's for the first time ever. Nervous, but confident in the device I had on, I found a locker and quickly changed. Two other women walked by but did not even look at me. He had found a court, and he let me serve first. As we played I became very aware that my skirt was flying high quite a bit, treating him to the sight of my brand new, ruffled panties. He handily beat me three times before we took a break. "You play well Catherine. But a woman cannot beat a man." That made me angry, and challenged him to one more set. I beat him three out of three. All I had to do was quit worrying about showing my panties. He admitted defeat graciously and we went to shower and change.

Fear was of course prominently in my mind when I undressed. Alone, in front of a locker, somewhat shielded was one thing. Naked in a shower was another. There did not seem to be anyone else in the locker room, so I quickly went into the shower, washed up, and rinsed off. I had just wrapped a towel around myself when three teenage girls walked into the shower. They gave me a passing glance and went into the showers. Quickly pulling on my panties and bra, I pulled my slacks on and then the sweater. A bit of foundation and lipstick, and I joined Michael in the lobby. Now, he had seen me go into the women's locker room to change, twice, and I now smelled like soap; the obvious conclusion was that I was a female, just one more clue that told him what he wanted to believe. I did not let him know otherwise.

Dinner was of course wonderful. Gretchen went out of her way to set a very nice table and the roast duckling was done as always, to perfection. "This party is of course formal Catherine, but if you can arrange it so that you have a few days, I will show you the best sights in the city." I saw mother nodding her head yes, and told him I would like that. He left right after dinner, but not before he had kissed me gently on the lips. "That man is in love!" "Yes of course he is, with Catherine, and she is falling for him as well." I spun around when Gretchen said that, ready to deny that I found him handsome, but the words died on my lips. I went to my room more confused than ever, yet a little giddy at the thought that he had kissed me. I was beginning to feel like Jack Lemmon's character in 'Some like it hot'. A man, yet I had attracted a man that wanted me. Looking in the mirror for a way to deny the truth, I found myself unable to find any sign of my former male self. I was almost 18 now, and really, no longer a male; but not a female either. As I undressed and my bra fell to the floor, my breasts fell free. No longer small, they had grown to a full 'B' cup, round and soft, pert and sexy. I hefted one in each hand and looked at them. They were an undeniable sign of my femininity. My waist was now a natural 21 inches, my hips wider and fuller. The device hid my maleness, and I removed it. It was a pitiful sight. Small and limp, no longer able to become erect, I fell on the bed crying. I slipped on a nightgown and went to bed, watching television as I let my mind wander for a solution to the conflict I found myself in.

I heard the door swing open and looked up. It was my mother. She sat on the bed and held my hand. "I do not know what will happen Catherine, I do know that you have become my daughter instead of my son. I never intended for this to happen. It was just a party. But afterwards, when I remembered how you enjoyed being thought of as a young girl, I gave you those hormones. Not many, but it was enough to tip your own chemistry, and you started to develop all on your own. Now you have a young man that is courting you, and today you found out that you like it." I fell into her arms crying, not because I hated it, but because she was right. A few times dressed as a girl and I was ready to throw away 17 years of manhood! "You will make someone a wonderful wife some day Catherine." Then she changed tactics. "Do you have that device on right now?" "No. I took it off." At her urging I showed it to her, which is when she found out that if I was wearing it, I could accept a male, just like any other woman.

She read the instructions, pointing out that I could attach it using an adhesive rather than using the straps like I had done before. "Do you have the adhesive?" I got up and took it out of the dresser and handed it to her. "Lay down dear." Thirty minutes later, after mother had used scissors to trim the device, and shaved my groin, she attached the device to my skin with glue. The seams fell into the junction of my legs and groin, undetectable unless you were very close. "You are my daughter Catherine and I do not want to hear any more about this. Accept what you are and go on with life. If Michael wants to make love to you, it is up to you whether you let him or not. But this device lets you have that option." She stood up and told me that in the morning we were going out to find me a dress for the party, and left me alone in my room.

I felt much better now, and drifted off to sleep with many pleasant dreams punctuating the night. I also let my finger find my opening and let it slide in, just to see what it felt like. In the morning I wore a box pleated skirt with a blouse, pantyhose and flats. I did not wear a bra, choosing to let them be free today. Besides, it made me feel a lot more like a woman to be able to do that. Gretchen noticed it first and tsked a few times but said nothing. Mother and I left the house, to shop I thought, but we stopped at our lawyers. "You might as well change your name Catherine. He can do it right away, and we can get you a new drivers license today as well." I signed the papers, and later, got a new license that had my new name on it as well as my sex, which was clearly marked female in the box. Then we went shopping.

I knew exactly what I wanted, and found it at the third shop we went into. A sheath dress with a rounded scoop neckline, form fitting, and fell just above my knees. It was royal blue with matching sequins all over it. I tried it on and as I suspected, it showed an impressive amount of cleavage. "If that dress does not get him into your bed he is dead Catherine!" "Mother!" She only laughed at me; I did not think I was that transparent. I bought shoes and a clutch bag to match, then white rhinestone earrings that had a dark blue stone in the middle and a choker style necklace set. I also picked up a pink suit. It had a short straight skirt with a fitted jacket. Then we went home. On the foyer table sat a vase full of flowers. "They are for you Catherine." I read the card. "I am looking forward to seeing you again and my parents want to meet you as well. See you on the fourth. Mike." "Now we certainly know he likes you dear, he wants you to meet his parents!"

On the day before I was scheduled to leave I went to the salon had had the works. A steam, then a rub down, my hair and nails done including my toenails. As I dressed I never felt, or looked better, and I was ready for whatever lay ahead. At home I removed the device carefully and cleaned the area and the device, letting my skin breathe before mother helped me put it back on. In the morning I called the Embassy and told them what train I was on, and mother drove me to the station. I was wearing the pink suit.

The driver took me to an expensive hotel were he had reserved a room for me. I checked in and in my room, a suite actually, I hung up my clothes and looked around. The view of the city was magnificent. I heard a light tapping at the door and opened it. Mike stood there grinning. "May I come in?" I admitted him, and he swept me into his arms and kissed me. I felt his tongue as it pressed against my lips and let it slide in. His hand found the door and shut it. "I want you Catherine Grant!" "I know" was all I said as his hand found my breast. Waves of delight came over me as he massaged my breast and without thinking about it at all my fingers went to his shirt and I began to unbutton it. His thick, hairy chest was rippling with muscles as he unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor. I moved away and took my blouse off. I stepped out of my shoes and pulled the pantyhose down and let my bra fall to the floor as well. I was now in my panties and a smile. He watched me as I walked over to the bed and lay down. His pants hit the floor as he stepped out of his loafers and came to me, his ardor evident.

He kissed me and my hand found him, stroking him as he shucked his briefs. He stood over me on his knees and let his weapon point right at me. My hand went around him, then unbidden, my lips touched it, opening to take him. His hands were on my head as he tried to guide me, but I pulled away and flipped him on his back, my breasts hanging right in his face. As his lips found my nipples I slipped my panties down and poised over him. With some help from me he slipped into me and I swayed back and forth while his hands held my hips. All at once he shuddered and I knew that he had found satisfaction. I stayed on top until his hardness subsided, and then went into the bath. I cleaned up, returning with a damp rag. I cleaned him up and took him with my lips, and once again he rose to the occasion. This time he let me stay. I went back in the bath, returning in my robe and a smile. The device had worked as advertised, and I was able to satisfy my man. "We have a dinner engagement tonight Catherine. The driver will be here at eight. Can you be ready by then?" "Of course, but real the question is "are you ready now?" He was. As I lay under him with my legs spread and my hand's on is butt, I thought I understood men a lot better. After he left I took a shower and changed for dinner.

I wore the pink suit with an eggshell blouse and gray heels and modest makeup. The car pulled up in front of the hotel and as I got in I saw his parents. As soon as I was seated he made the introductions. "Mother, father, this is Catherine Grant; Catherine, my parents, the King and Queen." His father kissed my hand and his mother shook it. "Call me Hank Catherine. King, or Sire, sounds so... formal." His mother was watching me closely, something I had been warned about by Gretchen and mother. She knew that her son was attracted to me and wanted to be with me. In effect, I was stealing him away from her. I gave her my best smile and let Michael take my hand in his. His father was jovial while his mother was guarded.

Dinner was pleasant and his mother finally relaxed. I joined her in the walk to the ladies room, and she asked me point blank what my plans were regarding Michael! "I have no plans at all Ma'am. We met at a party held at our home, and we played tennis once. He invited me to the party at the Embassy, which by the way, I hesitated before I accepted. I like your son...a lot I admit, but I have no plans beyond that." "Your mother is Veronica Grant?" I nodded my head yes and watched as she smiled. "I went to school with her! I've known your mother since we were little girls!" "Mother did not tell me that Ma'am." When we returned from the ladies room Mike and his father stood up. "Henry, did you know that Catherine was the daughter of Veronica Grant? I went to school with her when her name was Butron!" "She does have that same impish look you two always had Marion. But now that you mention it, she does look like a young Veronica." All at once the cloud that hung between Michael's mother and I lifted. I had been accepted.

On the day of the party I prepared carefully and was ready right on time. I had no idea that an Embassy party was so formal! All of the women wore expensive gowns and their best jewelry, the men a tuxedo or a uniform. Michael stayed close all night, introducing me to people as we maneuvered our way through the vast room. We were standing in the back, near the buffet, when the President of the United States walked in! I was ushered into the receiving line, and was soon shaking hands with the most powerful man in the world! Mike just smiled at my nervousness and held my hand. Later, he took me back to the hotel. He wanted to come in but I was tired and made excuses, which he accepted with his usual grace.

In the morning I dressed in slacks and a sweater and was doing my hair when I heard a knock on the door. The man showed me his badge. He was FBI! "Good morning. I'm Jack Benson. I have been asked to bring you to the Whitehouse. Can you come now?" "Let me finish my hair. I'll be only a moment." I ran into the bath and did my hair and makeup as quickly as I could, grabbed my purse and changed my things from the sequined bag, then I let him lead the way. He said nothing as we drove to the South entrance and I was escorted into the building. A woman ran her hands over me for weapons, and I was taken to the elevator and then, into the Oval office where the President and his wife waited! "Good morning Catherine, please sit down." I sat where he pointed, unsure of why he wanted to see me. I was a nobody! "Since you look the part, I will call you Catherine instead of Fredrick." Right then I knew I was in for it. "Catherine is my legal name sir." Oh yes. Of course. We asked you here because it is entirely possible that you might become a member of the Mordavian royal family. Michael is very much in love with you, which I am sure you already know." I nodded my head yes and she went on. Because of the security concerns around the President every guest is always checked out. When we were told of your... status, and then saw the way Prince Michael acted around you, we knew we had to act today." The President sat across from me smiling. "We think that someone will try to assassinate the King, and maybe the first son. If that happens, Michael will be elevated to a more prominent position. Your association with him can hurt him, or help him depending on what we do."

An aide came in and served coffee; as soon as he left the President went on. "We can remove all traces of Fredrick and place Catherine in his place, making it look as if you were always a female." His wife, a short, blond dynamo spoke up. "Actually, we hope that you do marry the Prince. It will stabilize the royal family and give us a foothold in that part of the world." "But ma'am! I'm not a female as you pointed out. Michael will want heirs and I cannot give him any! I'm still a male!" "Yes dear, we know that, and we also know that you and Prince Michael spent two hours alone in your hotel room. I am assuming that you did not play checkers, which means that you found a way to... ah, be a female in an intimate situation and not be found out. Am I right?" I nodded my head yes and she smiled at me. "That has to be the trick of all time!" "You can buy it from the Internet Ma'am." "No matter. By the time you get home, all traces of your former life will have been replaced. From the moment you leave this office you will always have been a female." I sipped on my now cold coffee and looked not at the President, but the first lady. She was a shrewd woman and knew what she wanted, and right now she wanted me to be a female.

"Your right about the checkers Ma'am, he is an outstanding player." Her face broke into a wide grin and she laughed a bit. "Okay Catherine Elizabeth Grant, tell me. If Michael asks you to marry him, will you?" I nodded my head yes. The President gave me a small gift, and I opened it. Inside was a set of earrings. "Those belonged to Mary Queen of Scots. We think they belong on royalty once again." The first lady kissed me on the cheek, and the President shook my hand. I was led back to the car and Agent Benson took me back to my hotel. I saw Michael one more time before I had to go home, and we toured the city as he had promised me.

Once I was home I told mother and Gretchen what had happened, my time with Mike, the party, and of course my meeting with the first family. Mother made two calls and confirmed that all traces of my former self had been eradicated! Catherine had a birth certificate on file, school records, and so on! "Well, it is what you wanted Catherine, relax and enjoy it!" Two weeks later the King and his eldest son, along with his wife, the Queen and three others were killed in an explosion. The second eldest son ascended the throne and Michael took over as Consul General. On the weekends he would take the train up to see me, and after my talk with Gretchen and mother, was allowed to stay in the room next to mine. It took him two whole days to get up the nerve to come into my room, and when he did I held him there with my sex and charm. "Catherine, I want to marry you." "I know that Michael." I was about to tell him I was a male. I had thought about it a great deal and decided that if he and I were to have any life at all, he had to know. "If I agree to marry you there is something you should know. I cannot have children." I was hoping that his desire to have heirs would put him off, but he smiled and said that we could adopt. "Michael, I am a male, like you." I watched him as he sat back in the chair and looked at me.

"You and I, we make magnificent love together. You hold nothing back and I give you all I have. No, you are a female. Maybe not in body, but in soul. We will work it out." I thought I had heard that same line once before, in a movie! When he stood up he was taking his shirt off. I also undressed and both of us eventually stood there naked. His hardness was ready and his hand reached out for me. I let him guide me to the bed, and that night he took me in the only place I was still a virgin. I was wrapped in his arms the next morning when Gretchen came into the room. "Get up you love birds. Breakfast in twenty minutes." Me in my robe, him in his jeans and a shirt, sat at the table eating. His hand snaked out and handed me a small box.

Mother watched me as I opened it. Inside was a huge diamond ring! "Take it Catherine, be my wife." I do not remember it, but Gretchen says that I jumped and yelled yes, then kissed him. Later after he had gone back to the Embassy, mother immediately went into overdrive, making lists, planning the wedding. But a call the next morning put all of that to an end. The wedding would be held in Mordavia, in the huge cathedral near the castle. All I had to do was select the Bridesmaids and get a dress. Mother, Gretchen, and I were about to leave for the dress shop when another call came. Instead of Mordavia, the wedding might be held in Washington! The first lady herself called me and asked if I had enough Bridesmaids. Sadly, I had none as yet and had no idea how to get any. My youth had been as a male, and therefore had no close girlfriends to ask. I had no sisters, no cousins, zip. "No" I said, and explained the situation to her. "Because of the unrest over there we have suggested that a year long engagement might be better, and Prince Michael has agreed. That gives everyone plenty of time to get ready." I was agreeing with her, mostly listening, then she told me to see if I could manage to find four girls that would act as Bridemaids. I said I would do my best.

I used that year to correct the mistake nature made, and I did manage to find four girls to be the bridesmaids. Michael and I were married in a huge wedding that befitted a member of a royal family. This is were I started, but I have to go now. Michael is standing behind me with each of his hands on my breasts, his tongue flicking at my neck. It's making me crazy with lust, just like a new bride should be, especially one that is ready to lose her virginity.

 

The End

 

 

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