The Bodysuit

by Janet L. Stickney

JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

It took me months to perfect it, getting it the right size and color, then making sure that it could be filled to show the various amounts of roundness, plus making sure that it could fake all stages of a pregnancy. It was molded to fit skin tight from just below the built in boobs to my groin, and had to be worn like a woman's swimsuit, only it went all the way to my neck, a tight fit that fell in the folds of my skin. It would stay up without help, and had the well rounded bottom of a woman with hips to match. It was perfect. Setting it aside, I called for mom, to show her how it looked.

"God! That looks perfect! You're getting really good at this! Has anyone tried it on yet? Besides you I mean?"

"Me? Why would I try it on?"

"Please! You had to get the inner body mold from someone! Who would that be except you!?"

"Yeah. Okay. I tried it on, so what?"

"Can I see?"

"Now?"

"I'm dying to see how it looks, all filled out I mean, call me when you have it on."

I undressed, then went in and took a shower, shaved close, and after making sure I was completely dry, I powdered up and stepped into the bodysuit. I pulled it up, seating my male parts in the right place before I yanked it the rest of the way on. I did not look pregnant, but I did look like a girl, one of the advantages of a new and very elastic latex. The inner layer would shrink to fit with body heat, leaving the outer layer rounded, like a girl. I brushed my hair out while waiting for the bodysuit to conform, then wrapped a towel around myself, and walked out to find mom. She was in the kitchen, looking up when she heard me. I grabbed the towel, and with a big smile, flashed her.

"Damn!" she said, "That really looks good!" Then I saw her start to grin. "How about we get you all dressed up and go out to dinner?"

"Like this?"

"Of course! I'll bet you'll be simply precious dressed up as a girl, and besides, with that outfit, who would ever guess?!"

Making the suit was one thing, and even trying it on for her wasn't so bad, I was after all, very proud of how it turned out. It had taken me months to figure out how to get the right mixture, color, texture and so on, then more months to mold the roundness to suit a girl my age. Finding the right gel to use was also hard as hell. I had never planned on wearing it outside the house until she had pointed out that the full effect could only be taken with someone wearing it, and since it was my body mold, it had to be me. I felt both eager and scared at the same time. If I did what mom wanted, it would confirm my skill or not, and I would know for sure if I had succeeded. That's why I agreed.

"Just this one time?"

"Of course."

But why now?"

"Well, you'll have to model the suit won't you? And what better way to learn about being a girl than to simply go out as a girl! What I mean is, you can't just show it on a hanger, that won't express just how well made it actually is! Will it?"

"I guess, but…"

"No but's! You know I'm right, so why not try it?"

"I'm not sure about this mom, but if you say it's okay, I'll have to shave some more I guess, so give me about an hour?"

I went back in my bathroom and shaved my arms and legs, then called for mom. She helped me do my makeup, then loaned me enough clothes to get by. I wore a skirt and blouse with a bra, panties, and pantyhose. The shoes were a pair of her older heels. She did my hair so it looked better, I added lipstick, then she said I was ready. Handing me an empty purse, she and I left the house to have dinner out.

I made the body suit as a test of my skills, and planned on entering it as my final exam in art class. I got the idea from some of the stories I had found on the Internet about some sort of fantastic bodysuit that would turn a guy into a girl. That plus the panty that actually made guys look like girls! Between the two I decided to see what I could actually come up with, and by the time I was done, it was a masterpiece and I knew it. Like mom said, it was made to fit me, so when we went out to dinner, I looked like any other 16 year old girl. The fact that by adding more water and gel mixture, I could expand the suit to make me look pregnant at any stage within the term of a normal pregnancy made me feel…excited. Even the boobs, butt, and hips would get bigger. I didn't have the slightest bit of trouble when mom and I went out, and on the way home, when mom asked me if I thought I should have at least a few outfits to wear, I had to ask her why she thought I needed them!

"You're telling me that I should dress as a girl? Wearing this bodysuit?! In class?"

"Of course! What's the matter? Isn't it was good as you claim? It seems to me it is!"

"It's good enough mom."

"Then let's find out! Besides, won't you have to wear it to school? Just to show it off? And won't that mean you'll need a skirt and blouse at the very least?"

I was confident in my bodysuit by then, but going to school wearing it hadn't even been in my plans, and certainly not under a skirt and blouse! Mom gave me that "look", the one that told me I knew she was right, and grudgingly agreed, and followed mom into the mart. She picked up two skirts, a blouse, one top, and a dress, some better fitting shoes, then a package of panties and two bras. Thinking we were done I was more than a little surprised when she added a pair of jeans and a swimsuit to the pile. With a sideways glance, she grinned, then paid for everything. The minute we got home, she threw the swimsuit at me, saying…"

"Lets see how good you are wearing something like this!"

I grabbed it out of the air, spun and went into my bedroom where I quickly stripped and put it on. It was snug enough to make me concerned, but I waltzed out of my bedroom to show mom how I looked. Only she wasn't to be seen!

"Well! Lookie here! A fresh faced young thing if I ever saw one!"

His hand snaked out like lightening, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me close, then holding his gun to my head with one hand, he untied the string holding up the top, letting it float to the floor. Then came the bottoms, which left me standing there naked, looking exactly like a girl!

"Ya know what I think girlie? I think it's time you were nice to me!"

"Not likely" I said, struggling to get away, and got a whack on the head with the gun for my trouble.

When I came to, he was on top of me, his member buried deep in the suit. His arm was across my throat, making it hard to breathe as he banged away. It was nothing if not ugly, and I completely understood how a woman must feel during a rape. I was wearing a latex suit and I still felt dirty! When he was done he flipped me over and tied my hands behind my back with the remains of my swimsuit, then gathered up some things before he left the house. I was angry as I struggled to sit up, finally making it to my feet. I began going from room to room, but didn't find mom. I was just going in the kitchen when she walked in and saw me. Blood was running from my skull, the result of getting whacked. I was naked, and I started to cry, both in shame and disgust. As a guy I shouldn't have let that happen to me, but I had been unable to stop it from happening. When mom saw me, she wasn't alone, she had a neighbor with her. As mom began to untie me, the neighbor called the police. In less than five minutes they were there. Mom had wiped away most of the blood and thrown a robe over me so I wouldn't be naked when they came in.

When mom told them I had been raped, one of the officers left, and within minutes a female officer was on the scene, a sergeant. I tried to tell her I was a guy, but she wasn't listening, telling us there was a serial rapist in our area, and wanted me to go to the hospital for a rape kit! Mom grabbed my hand, took me into my bedroom, and had me put on a pair of panties and a skirt and blouse. When I was getting dressed…

"They'll find out of course, but the beauty of it is that latex doesn't absorb semen! That means you're full of his stuff, which might be very helpful to the police! Now, I'll take you, but don't say another word until I tell you, okay?"

"Su…sure mom."

At the hospital a nurse quickly put me in a private area, and began the rape kit. Since latex does not bruise, she was a bit put off at first, then simply used a swab as she collected the evidence. When she was done…

"This is a body suit isn't it?"

"Yeah" I said softly, I made it for art class. I was showing off when this happened."

"It's okay honey, I won't tell anyone; all we needed is the genetic trail he left behind anyway. The cops will want more details, but for now let me help you get dressed."

She was right about that, the cops, led by that female sergeant had a lot of questions, which I answered the best I could, although all I wanted to do was go home and take a shower. Mom put an end to it about half an hour later, and once we got home, I stripped out of the body suit and washed everything…twice. Then I cleaned out the suit using alcohol and a swab, making sure it was as spotless as the day I made it. I felt degraded and dirty, regardless of the fact that I wore a bodysuit, and the more I thought about it, the madder I got. That's when I put on some jeans and went to find mom. I found her in the kitchen with a woman, who turned out to be a detective. Since I was back in boy mode, no visible connection was made to the "girl" that had been raped, and I grabbed a soda and sat at the table.

"Your mother" the lady said, "was just telling me how talented you are! I'm Carol by the way. I'm the lead detective on this case." She sat back a little, then…"this bodysuit of yours must be virtually perfect if you could fool a rapist! Can I see it?"

"It's still wet, but, I guess."

I showed it to her, explaining how it all worked, including how I could simulate pregnancy if I wanted to.

"That is…it's just fantastic!" She sat there a moment before she spoke up again. "This wasn't in the papers, but we got a note in the mail after the last rape. This guy said that he wanted to make a baby, and would keep trying until he did, but standard procedure is to flush out everything we can so that the women don't get pregnant. But if you can fake a pregnancy, maybe we can use you and that bodysuit of yours to flush this guy out and finally throw him in jail!"

"But that" mom said suddenly, "would mean he would have to become a girl full time! How would he go to school? And where? They don't allow pregnant girls in his school! And there are so many other things to consider! How do we manage all that?!"

They both looked at me, mom concerned that I might say yes, the cop hoping I would, me considering it. I built that specific suit for a couple of reasons, one, it was an immense challenge, and two, I might be accepted into the highest levels in the world of makeup artists. Having to wear my bodysuit and become a girl every day, well, it would be a challenge of course, but after what I had experienced and all the anger I felt, I just couldn't pass up the chance to find the guy and put him away!

With a glance at mom I said, "Okay, If it'll help, I'll do it, but," I said as I turned to the detective, "we don't have the budget to buy a lot of clothes, and I don't have a single shred of ID in a girls name! Can you do anything about that?"

"I think we can take care of all that, one of our victims is the daughter of the owner of the Mall on Tenth. I'm sure that he will help out in any way that he can. As far as ID goes, I can take care of that. What name shall I use?"

I looked over at mom, then said…"I don't know, I don't have a clue!"

"How about Laura Elizabeth" mom said, "it would have been your name if you had been a girl."

"Okay, but…"

"Okay then!" the sergeant said, "I'll let you know when you can do some shopping, and I'll see to it that you have all the proper identification!"

After she left mom kept staring at me, making me nervous. Being a guy, I could not relate to all of the ramifications of what I had said I would do, while mom obviously understood them perfectly. For me it was all about helping the cops and appeasing my still raging anger, not about the fact that I was going to be dressing as a girl for a while. I figured a few months to start looking as if I were pregnant and it would all be over, no big deal. The cops would catch the guy and I could go back to being myself. If I had known what was coming I would have said no instantly. Mom didn't say much for a while, then later…

"I guess you know what this means don't you?"

"Yeah, in a few months, he'll think I'm pregnant, the cops will nab him, and I'll be able to be a guy again!"

"Hopefully, yes, but what if he decides to wait until you actually have a baby? He might hurt you just to get the baby!"

"Mom! There isn't going to be a baby! Remember?"

"But he doesn't know that does he? When the word gets out that you're pregnant, he'll probably start watching you just to make sure it's true, and when the time comes, when you should normally have this child, if he hasn't made a move on you, we'll just have to fake it!"

"Huh?"

"There are dolls out there that look absolutely real, and they come in all ages honey. We might have to get you a doll like that just to fake him out!"

"But…that's almost a whole year! I…mom!"

"You agreed to help the police, but I can call Carol and tell her that you changed your mind, if that's what you really want, it's up to you. I won't make that decision for you honey, it has to be your choice."

So, there I was, caught between my anger at what had happened to me, my very strong desire to catch the guy, and the fact that I might have to spend a whole lot of time as a girl! I didn't know how to do anything girls my age would normally know, like how to do makeup or hair, and I really felt awkward in a skirt! It wasn't dread about doing it so much as it was the unknown. What would I do as a girl for almost a year? Normally, girls do not show a pregnancy for a few months, which meant that I would have to be just like all the girls I knew! I still had to go to school, we had neighbors and family to contend with, and what about my friends? I saw nothing but obstacles and was ready to tell mom to call that lady cop when the doorbell rang. Mom got the door. I did not know the man or the girl standing there.

"Hi" he said, "I'm Stan Ermantopz and this is my daughter Kelly. Carol said that you needed my help. May we come in?"

"Yes of course" mom answered him."

"Carol was a bit sketchy on the details, but she did tell me that the best choice to catch the guy that raped Laura and Kelly would be for me to talk to you, and maybe provide any assistance I can. Is Laura here? I'm sure that she and Kelly have plenty to talk about."

"Well, you see, Laura is…"

"I'm Laura I said, at least I can become Laura."

"But…how is that possible? Carol said that Laura was raped, and you're a…boy!"

"Maybe" mom said as she looked at me, "it would be better if you met Laura yourself? Then Kelly can confirm or deny what Carol told you?"

"Perhaps you're right. Can we wait or…"

"Takes me about half an hour" I said. "I'll go to change, but I'll call for Kelly when I'm ready, okay?"

They all nodded yes, so I went to my room. I was about to reveal myself to someone I didn't know, on a one to one basis as a girl; but by then I had decided to do it, so I left for my room. I put the bodysuit on, did some minor makeup and brushed out my hair, then still naked, opened the door a crack and called for mom and Kelly. I was standing there naked, only the small tuft of hair to hide the most feminine part of the suit. As soon as she walked in the room Kelly gasped, mom smiled, and I turned bright red as I blushed.

"Go ahead and get dressed honey, you've made your point, I'll wait in the other room." Kelly stayed behind.

"Damn! Where did you get something like that?"

"I made it" I said proudly as I stepped into the panties, "for my art class at school.

"And it's so good that he was able to…and he thought that you were a girl?!"

"Yeah, I guess, but when I started, all I was trying to do was make it as accurate as possible, but only on the outside. Then I found a site on the Internet that sold things that make men look like women, and I decided to go all out. I guess I sort of got carried away. Apparently I made it better than I thought."

"I guess so!" Kelly said, "Good enough to fool a rapist? That's a really good trick!"

She watched but did not help as I struggled with the bra, got it on, then pantyhose and a blouse, skirt and the new flats. Kelly offered, and I let her fix my makeup, but added my own lipstick before she and I stepped out of my room. Her dad popped out of his chair when he saw us, his eyes wide, and when Kelly told him that she had seen me naked, that I looked exactly like a girl in every way, his mouth dropped open.

"Laura made the bodysuit herself" mom said, "as a class project, and since we all know she was raped, we can also accept just how convincing and realistic the bodysuit is. The suit turns my son into a girl in every way, and…"

"And nobody could ever tell daddy! I saw her myself, and well…damn! She looks like all of my friends in that thing!"

"Okay" Kelly's dad said, "I guess I'll take everyone's word for it, but what I need to know is how I can help you? All I was told was that you had the best chance of catching this guy, but you needed my help, and now I found out that you’re a guy?"

"We can't afford" I told him softly, "all the clothes and stuff that I'll need to be a girl, all the time I mean, and since there's just mom and I, we don't have hardly anything that fits me!"

"And" mom added, "when we get to the point that she has to simulate a pregnancy, well, that is going to be way out of our range, what with everything else we'll have to do. That's why that detective suggested that you could help us. She said that you owned a mall?"

"Well yes, I do, but…"

"I'll go with her dad! I'll make sure she has everything she needs!"

"I'll have to come along Kelly" mom said sourly, "I haven't paid a lot of attention to what girls are wearing now, but I want to make sure everything meets my approval!"

"Can you do this?" Kelly's dad asked, "What I mean is…have you ever done this before? Dress up as a girl?"

"Not until the other day, and that was only because mom wanted to see it. That's the day that I was…that it happened. I never did it before that, honest!"

He said that he would do what he could, then told mom and I that he would let us know when we could go shopping. Kelly promised to call, then they left, about two hours after they arrived. Mom and I looked at each other, then she asked me once again if I could do it. I told her I would do my best, adding that I felt I had to do it. If I didn't, there was no telling how many more girls would get beaten and raped! I was scared of course, not ever having dressed up as a girl before, but with the way I looked with the bodysuit on combined with the fact that I had actually been a victim, I was more than willing to try it. Girls do so many things differently than guys, from the way they talk and move to the way they dealt with people that I knew I had a lot to learn, maybe more than was possible. Leaving mom I went back in my room and once again undressed. Staring at the girl in the mirror I cupped her breasts, ran my hand between her legs and felt her sex, then her butt, so round and soft. Only the barest seam was visible, and only if you looked really close, but I figured makeup would cover that. As I stood there gazing at the female form I wore, I realized that no matter how badly I was at using feminine mannerisms, I could always prove I was a girl! An awkward girl maybe, but still, a girl!

Things like using the bathroom meant that I had to break old habits and adopt new ones, just like I had to get used to wearing a bra all the time. My boobs weren't that big, a B cup, but they matched my body size, and didn't seem that big to me. I had made them "pert", meaning they didn't fall down very much, and the nipples were just right, slightly erect all the time. I pulled on the panties and the bra, then tried to wear some of my jeans, which was a failure, so I put on some sweat pants, a tee, and my gym shoes, then went out to find mom. She was sitting at the dinner table crying, but quickly stopped when she saw me.

"Mom?"

"It's okay honey, it's just that I'm so proud of you….for trying to catch the guy that…hurt you, but….after almost a year as a girl, how will you be able to be yourself again?"

"Mom, I don't want to be a girl, you know that! I'm only doing this to help the cops! Besides, I have to take the suit off at least once a month to let my skin breath, so it's not like I'll be stuck like that forever, we can spend time together when I'm not wearing the suit, do things together!"

"Thank you honey, but doing that will be very risky, for all of us. What if that man is watching the house at the wrong time, and he sees you? That would ruin everything! When you're not wearing that thing, you'll have to stay inside, there isn't any other way, is there? Besides. Switching back and forth like that might be harder than you think; you'll be trying real hard to act like a girl, and I don't think we want to take the chance that you'll lose anything you learn, right?"

"I guess not, not when you put it that way, but after this is over, I'll be back to my old self, I promise!"

"We'll see about that, won't we? Now then, how about helping me make dinner?"

Two days later Kelly came to the house, telling mom and I that we had the entire mall to chose from, and gave me a small card. Then she suggested that there was no time like right then, and mom agreed, so the three of us headed for the mall. I had no idea that girls needed so much stuff! Both mom and Kelly started handing me things, beginning with panties and four bras, all in different styles! Nightgowns, robes, shoes, skirts, dresses, jewelry, coats, pantyhose, and more were all piled into our small cart. Thinking we were done, imagine my surprise when Kelly grabbed my arm and dragged me into the salon they had at the mall, and mom followed along, as if it were perfectly normal! Not knowing one thing about salons, I let the woman follow Kelly's instructions, and left over an hour later with longer nails and my hair done like most girls my age wear theirs! Waves and curls, bangs and pierced earrings were all I could see when I looked in the mirror.

Almost the minute we got home, Kelly insisted that I let her help me put things away, then later, asked me to try on several of the outfits she had picked out. The first outfit was a navy jumper and yellow blouse, the second was a not really short skirt with a cropped white lace top and matching jacket. I was surprised that with the heels I actually had nice legs, and that skirt certainly showed a lot of them! It was a good two inches above my knees after all. I had never seen myself like that, completely fixed up I mean, and I honestly can't say that I was disappointed. Kelly took my hand, and mom got to see me as more than a boy in a skirt for the first time, and her reaction was not what I expected.

"Well! Just look at you! You're quite pretty when you're all fixed up!"

They were both being kind. As a girl I'm tall at 5'8", and with heels, well, I was up there! I didn't look bad, but I did not have a knock out figure. I made the suit in proportion to my own height and natural size, so I had a butt that was bigger than it should have been, and while I had breasts and looked okay, they might have been a bit bigger for a girl my size. Kelly told me she wore a size eight. I wore a size 12.

"Can Laura and I go out tonight? I can introduce her around."

"I guess…like that?"

"Of course! We'll go to my house and I'll change, then we'll go!"

"I guess it'll be alright, just be home by midnight…Laura!"

"Okay mom."

Kelly and I left for her house, and after she changed, she and I went to the local hangout where she introduced me around. Everyone was nice, and accepted me as a girl, but not one guy spent any time talking to me. That was fine with me, but it also sent the message that only the girls with lithe bodies were worth being with. It was at that moment that I understood how the girls that lined the walls at the school dances felt when nobody asked them to dance. I was home on time, changed and went to bed. The next morning as I got dressed it hit me. Doing makeup and hair were a must. When I went in the kitchen, mom showed me the paper. Right on the front page was an article detailing my rape, without my name of course. It went on to say that every precaution had been taken to prevent a pregnancy, but as always, there was no way to tell. In effect the seed had been planted in the rapists mind that he may have succeeded. That afternoon Carol, the detective in charge of my case showed up, handing me a bundle of paperwork which included everything I would need to prove I was a girl, including a copy my own birth certificate, but with the name changed!

"As your mother told me, the name on everything is Laura Elizabeth. Since you already have a drivers license, all you'll need to do is go to any state office, give them this letter, and have a new picture taken. We have changed everything that might identify you as a male, and have made arrangements for you to start school under the new name. We planted that article today, and will wait about two months before we announce that you have become pregnant. Hopefully that will draw him out."

"What about our medical coverage?"

"We took care of that too. This isn't the first time we have had to go to these lengths, and after we explained things, everyone was eager to cooperate."

"But this means that as a boy, I never existed!"

"That's right, but given how easy it is to check up on people we had to make sure that anything he finds will say that you were born and raised a girl. Anything less wouldn't work."

"School starts" mom said, "in a few weeks, so I'm assuming that Laura will begin at her usual school?"

"That's the plan, but in a few months she'll be moving to another school, as soon as it becomes evident that she's pregnant, say…four months?"

Mom and I took care of the drivers license and a few other things that day, and as I took the new document, it hit me that there was no turning back. During the next week I began to get comfortable dressing as a girl all the time, and my abilities doing makeup and hair got better each day. Mom would not let me wear slacks, suggesting that I should get used to skirts and dresses first. On the first day of school I spent a little more time getting ready, wearing a pleated knee length skirt with a white blouse under a pale blue sweater. There are no words that can convey how I felt as I walked into the school, but knowing that I looked like a girl in every respect merely dampened my serious concerns. Could I be feminine enough? Could I talk like a girl? Would I forget all of the mannerisms mom made me practice? I checked in at the office, was admitted to the school, and went to my first class.

What really shook me the most was the way the girls acted around the guys; I hadn't paid any attention to that before, all the hair flipping, eye contact, provocative postures and smiles they used to gain the attention of a guy. In the restrooms I actually heard them dividing the guys into groups, who was interested in who and so on, an entirely new facet on girls that I never knew existed! I stayed away so I wouldn't get dragged into picking some guy, and generally kept to myself, although I met some girls that sort of took me under their wing so to speak. Kelly did not attend my school, so she wasn't there to help break the ice, but a girl I knew named Diane and I hit it off right away, and she was the one that began to introduce me around. The hard part was pretending that I didn't know anyone, but I managed, and the days passed by quickly.

I was fine for the first two weeks, then came the annual "Welcome Back" party/dance/mixer. Since I wasn't planning to attend, I really didn't pay any attention to it, until Diane told me that a friend of hers, Jack, wanted to ask me to go with him!

"He's really cute Laura, and he likes you!"

"Yeah, maybe, but…"

"But what?! You plan on being a wall flower for the whole year?"

I didn't say anything, which is when Diane simply told me that she was going to tell him to ask me, then snidely said all the kids would be there, and for me not to go wouldn't be good for me, or her! Well, Jack did finally ask me to go, and against my better judgment, I reluctantly agreed. What nobody but me knew was that I was going to start looking pregnant, and if I went out with someone, whether I wanted to or not, the rumors would start. Going out with Jack, and then becoming pregnant a few months later would start the rumor that Jack was the father, and I was "easy". I did not want that, so I decided that while Jack and I might go out, we would always be surrounded by other kids. That way nobody could start that rumor!

Later, at the bonfire, Jack took my hand in his, which felt really strange, but I didn't stop him. Like most of the kids, I was wearing jeans and a sweater, simply enjoying the event. Jack and I danced, ate, talked to people, and had a nice time. It was only when he took me home that I had to face the fact that I would have to kiss him, which I did, a gentle caress of the lips and nothing more, but he left with a grin on his face. As was usual in most high schools, he and I became immediately linked, but he did not ask me out again for almost ten days. That's also when mom told me that I had to start adding gel to the suit. Jack and I went out three more times over the next six weeks before Diane asked me if I were putting on weight. I tried to deny it, but by the end of the month I had added quite a bit of gel, and there was no way to hide the changes. Not one guy figured it out, but almost all the girls did; they knew that I was "pregnant", and that's when the rumors started. Of course Jack knew that he wasn't the "father", but he quit calling me almost the minute he found out.

By then I was adept at doing everything like a girl would, and like most of them would do, I shared my secret with my best friend, Diane. I had invited both her and Kelly to my house, which is when I told her, but not how I got "pregnant". I had no reason to tell her that I had been raped, so I didn't. The three of us went to the mall and started shopping for baby stuff, like clothes, and although I knew that I would have no use for them, it was fun to be out with two friends that simply accepted me the way I was. Diane kept peppering me about the baby's sex, so I told her it was going to be a girl, which is what the rapist said he wanted.

I transferred to another school when it became evident, even to the boys, that I was "with child". Jack was the center of interest for the guys, but he denied everything, which was true, only I don't think anyone believed him, and he even told me so!

"You know I'm not the father Laura, but all the guys, they think I am!"

"So? Doesn't that make you a hero or something?"

"No, of course not! Can you tell them or something? Please?"

I asked Diane to spread the word that Jack wasn't the father, which must have worked since I never heard another word about it. At six months I was walking funny, my back hurt, and sleeping was a pain. My boobs, butt, hips and belly were all bigger, and I was forced to wear what I called "little mommy" clothes; you know, all bears and flower embroidery on everything! Yuck! The only good thing was that I wasn't alone. Every girl in the school was in the same predicament! Nine babies were born while I was there, five boys and four girls, and I was just one of about fourteen that were waiting our turn. By the time I was at nine months, I was more than ready to "have the kid" and be done with it. Mom had drifted into her Grandma mode, and was beginning to talk about strange things, like painting the spare bedroom. Carol, my favorite detective stopped by at the school at least once a month to fill me in. According to her, there had been repeated hits on my doctors files, all checking my file, which were all faked of course. When the time came, mom and I drove to the hospital.

In the closed operating room I drained out almost all of the excess gel in my belly, then I was given a very lifelike girl doll to hold. They wet my hair, and forehead, then I went to my room. Three of the nurses were lady cops, so there was no chance that he was going to hurt me, and I was able to relax. Two days later I went home with the "baby". I stayed in the house for almost a week, then decided to go out for a drive, just the baby and me, and that's when it happened. I was at the light when I saw him, my English teacher. He motioned me into a parking lot, and assuming that he only wanted to see the baby, I pulled over.

"I want the baby Laura, and I want her right now!"

"You? You're the one?"

"I told the cops that I wanted a baby, and now I'm telling you! Give me my baby and I won't hurt you."

"No! She's my baby!"

"Now Laura" he said, and pointed a pistol at me.

Just at that moment about ten police cars surrounded us, and twenty cops piled out, all pointing weapons at him. He was arrested and taken away, leaving me panting hard in my fear of being shot. Carol drove me home in my car, and we told mom what had happened. Three days later the dna proved that he was the rapist, and was charged with multiple counts of rape, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder, and assorted other crimes. It was Carol that brought home the enormity of what I had done, while also leaving me in a quandary.

"Laura, you can go back to being a guy now, if you want to that is…."

"If I want to? Of course I do!"

"Well, you can, right after the trial, anyway, just let me know when, okay? I have to change all of your documentation back."

I drained off the rest of the excess gel that afternoon, then while getting ready to change into some jeans, the doorbell rang. Mom got it, then called my name. I quickly put on a bra and panties, jeans and a sweatshirt, then walked out to see an older man standing there. He was very elegantly dressed in an obviously well tailored gray suit, a pale blue shirt and what looked like a navy blue silk tie.

"Laura?"

"Yes sir? Do we know you?"

"I doubt it, my name is Remlin. I have been following your case for months now, ever since my friend Carol told me about you and that marvelous bodysuit you have created. That's why I'm here. I have an offer for you, but I want you to think about it before you answer, okay?" Without waiting for an answer he added, "I also make bodysuits for boys that want to be girls, and in all my years I have never seen or heard of one as good as mine…until you came along. You must be very talented. I'm here because I have the ability to make your own body match that suit you have on."

"Just what does that mean?" mom asked.

"No doubt you have read many fictional stories about bodysuits?"

"Yeah" I said, "there are plenty of sites like that. About some old wizard or something?"

"True, up to a point" he said with a smile, "but I never use my suits on a whim, it's not like that. You however have worked very hard, and gone to great sacrifice to help the police catch a man that was a threat to every young woman in your community, all without any thought of yourself, and during the last…ten months or so, you have learned how to be a young woman in every way that really counts, from the caring you displayed about your fellow citizens to your mother and your friends. I'm thinking that it's about time you were rewarded for your efforts." He paused, then took my hand in his, and very calmly said, "I can make you a real girl, the same size you are now, or maybe even smaller if you like, and I will, if you say yes."

"Does that mean…real boobs? And no more shaving?"

"And everything else that comes with being a young lady, including the ability to have babies of your own."

"Right now?"

"As soon as you say yes, of course."

"YES!" I said without thinking, or even looking at my mother.

He walked over and put his hand on my forehead, closed his eyes, and that's when I felt the suit disappearing. Only a few moments passed, but when he removed his hand, I knew it was true. I was just a bit smaller, I could feel my breast in the cups of the bra for the first time, and when I ran my hands over myself, the sense of touch was very real.

"I must go now my dear; thank you for reinforcing my belief that there are many good people out in the world. You can be at peace now my child. May I suggest that you go find that young man that likes you so much? I'm sure that he will be very glad to see you again."

After he left I ran into my room and explored my body to make sure, and found that he had done it. He had turned me into the girl everyone thought I was! I quickly got dressed, walked out of my room, and found mom once again crying.

"Mom?"

"I'm just happy, that's all; I was…I really liked having a daughter, and to be truthful, I didn't really want it to end, that's all."

"Mom, I just checked, and he did it! I'm really a girl now!"

"I know honey. I knew he was coming."

"You did? How? Why didn't you tell me?"

"All Carol told me was that an old man might stop by. She said that he could do many things, and that I shouldn't interfere. She said that any decision had to be up to you. That's why I didn't say anything when he asked you if you wanted to be a real girl." Grinning, mom stood up and took my hand. "But now that you're a real girl, there are a few things that you'll need to know, things we didn't fuss about before because you didn't need to know."

Things like periods, yeast infections, cleanliness and more, most of them yucky, and all of them new to me, were covered by my mother, and yet every one of them sounded just wonderful. Through all the turmoil in my mind, dating Jack, and carrying around all that extra weight while pretending to be pregnant, I came to love being a girl. The makeup and hair, polished nails and smooth skin, the way mom and I meshed together, all combined, and told me that I really needed to be a girl. When I went back to school, I connected with Jack again, and began to live my life with a renewed sense of myself. Kelly, the only one that knew that I had worn a bodysuit, was the first one I told about my transformation, swearing her to secrecy. Kelly, Diane and I grew very close and stayed close all through school. Diane went in the Army, Kelly to college, and I started working at a local factory. I found everything about being a woman exciting, including the first time I let a guy put his hand in my bra. But that was all ten years ago. Since then I have married a nice guy, and had two kids, Billy and Janet.

Making that bodysuit was the best thing I ever did. Thanks Mr. Remlin, wherever you are!

 

 

 

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