Boys                                             by: Janet Stickney                           JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

Boys will be boys. That's what the rhyme says, but it's not true. Boys can be very pretty girls, if you give them half a chance. I'm one of those boys that became a girl, and I do not regret it in any way. My name is Janet Grant, I'm 21 now, but maybe some history is in order for you to see how it all happened. Back when this started I was Jeff, a typical teenager, a bit skinny, with acne and stringy hair. Mom had suggested that I try one of her lotions on my face to help me clear up the acne, and I agreed to try it. It did make my skin softer and reduced some of the acne a little. For the Spring dance my friend Bruce, joker that he is, and like me, also without a date, told me that he had a way for us to attend. Since you could not go stag to the dance, I had no idea what he had in mind.

"One of us goes as the girl! That way we can both get in!" Bruce is six foot tall, about as big as a small car, and wore his hair in a brush cut. It was obvious that it was not going to be him wearing the dress. I'm 5'7" and weigh 130. No contest, slam dunk on the one who would have to be the girl. Me. "You want me to dress up as a girl and be your date!?" "Ya, well, we could get in that way." He was crazy! Off the log, crazy! "I don't think you're my type Bruce." Just then my sister and mom walked by and heard me say it. Both of their heads turned to look at us when I said that. "Jeffery! Whatever made you say something like that?" I explained it to them, and as they giggled and walked in the house, Bruce went home and I went in.

In passing, mom asked me if I had considered what Bruce had suggested. "Of course not! I can imagine what I would look like! A cross between a drag queen and a clown!" "I'll bet not Jeff. I'll bet that Amanda and I can turn you into a ravaging beauty and not one person would ever know." "Ya, right." "Why don't you at least let us try? I know that you wanted to go to the dance, and this might be a way for that to happen." Mom didn't sound crazy, hysterical, or even strident. All she did was say it, and leave the decision it to me. "I don't even want to think about it mom. If I was discovered dressed as a girl I might as well shoot myself!" "Try it and see." As much as I tried, I could not get that suggestion out of my mind! Yes, then no. Back and forth. It took me until after dinner to finally say that I would try it. "But Amanda gets to pick the clothes mom; she's more my age and knows what to wear." "Okay, but you have to at least try to work with us on this. Okay?" "Okay mom." I made the decision, now I would have to live with it. Oh well.

Mom went out for a while, returning with a grin on her face. In the morning, after dad had gone to work, mom told me to go to my room and strip. I was covered from the eyebrows down in a foul smelling cream, then, after a wait, I showered it off, watching all of my hair swirl down the drain. I shaved as close as I could, washed my hair, then stepped back into my bedroom in a towel. Amanda was gone, but a big pile of clothes was on the bed and mom was waiting. "Put these on" she said as she handed me the panties. Once I had them on, she took me to her bedroom, then, while I sat at the vanity, she started putting rollers in my hair, then makeup on my face. As the foundation went on, my acne scars disappeared. Powder, which I brushed of a moment later made my face softer and all one color. She handed me the eyeshadow applicator, and under her direction, a soft green line was drawn across each eyelid. Then a plum highlight with black eyeliner on the upper lid, and using a black pencil, I did the same under each eye. I could see in the mirror that my face was changing into that of a young girl! A soft rose blusher was put on my cheeks, then we went back to my room.

"This will make your waist a bit smaller Jeffrey, let me help you." The waist nipper pulled my waist down to 23 inches, then I put the bra on and we stuffed it with socks, Pantyhose slid up my legs, then a padded pantybrief. "Your sister used this when she was younger because she had no ass at all!" That made me giggle as I pulled it on. The dress was slipped over my head and zipped up, making me very aware that from mid thigh down I had a lot of leg showing. It had short puffy sleeves, round neck, and fit me perfectly! "Now the shoes." I stepped into the short black heels, surprised that they fit me! "These are mine. Amanda's are to small for you." I walked a few steps in them, and found them easy to walk in. "Wait here until I call you."

I went into her bedroom and saw that she had covered all of the mirrors! I sat at her vanity as she took the rollers out and brushed out my hair, spraying it with hairspray until it was quite stiff. "You can put your own lipstick on, but use this mirror." I was handed a very small mirror and traced on the red lipstick, making a cupids bow mouth. Mom spritzed me with perfume, clipped on some earrings and necklace, then gave me a thin gold watch. "Now you can look" she said, then she uncovered the mirrors. As I stood there looking at my reflection, I went into shock. The person standing there not only looked like a girl, she was foxy! "I think that we have succeeded in making a girl out of you! Now all you need is a name." I looked at mom, then back at myself again. "Janet?" The name just popped out, and from that moment on that what Mom called me. I heard the doorbell ring, and mom took my hand and we walked out of the room. I started to pull away, but she merely looked at me and I caved in, following her to the familyroom. Bruce jerked to his feet the minute he saw me. "Bruce, this is Janet." He stared at me, his mouth open. "Close your mouth Bruce. It's not polite to stare at people." "Damn! You look fantastic!"

"You kids get out of here now. Amanda has to go to work and I have a few errands to do." As she said that, Amanda handed me a purse. "I put your wallet, lipstick and stuff in there for you Janet. See you later!" Amanda left, and even though I did not want to leave the house, Unconsciously, Bruce took my hand and out we left. "I can't get over just how good you look… Janet! I hope this means that we are going to the Spring dance." It was over and I knew it. I had seen myself and knew that I could do it without discovery, so I nodded my head yes. "But you are paying for everything Bruce. Dinner, the limo, dance tickets, the works, or I don't go!" "You bet! The way you look makes half the girls in school look like hags!" As we walked along I was aware that my dress was swaying back and forth, and I found it easier to hold my arms bent at the elbow. It helped keep the purse on my shoulder. "We have all day. Want to hit the mall?" It was my worse fear, and instantly said no. "If you're going to the dance you might as well. If someone is going to figure out who you are, now is better than later." He was right, so with my heart beating hard, off we went to hit the mall.

We walked inside and saw a bunch of kids from school, but none of the girls even gave me a second look. The boys, they stared, which was unnerving at best. "They know a fox when they see one Janet. Relax." I saw a lingerie shop up ahead and yanked him inside just to get out of the flow of traffic, and was assaulted by a salesgirl. "Just looking thanks." I picked up a few things and seemed to be browsing, then we left the store. I opened my purse, and right on top was a note.

"Here is some money. Buy two bras, size 34 B, any color except black. A dozen panties, size 5, but get cotton and make them assorted colors. You also need to get a makeup kit of your own."

Mom

I held up three twenties, and let Bruce read the note. "Looks like you have some shopping to do Janet!" "Might as well get it done then Bruce." We went into a department store, and I selected the bras, one peach and one white, found the panties and paid for them. In the cosmetic area, I bought a makeup kit the woman said was my 'colors', leaving me with a single twenty left over. On the way out of the store a dress caught my attention, so I checked the size, saw it would fit me, and began to look around some more. I added a pleated tan skirt, and paid for both of them. "You're really getting into this Janet, you must like it a lot more than you let on." He was right. After my initial fear dissolved, I did relax, and simply enjoyed the way I looked and the way the clothes felt. Those pantyhose I had on made me feel so sexy as they rubbed together when I walked. Bruce and I had some lunch, and walked back to my house. Then he went on home; but not before he asked me to a show that night!

Mom and Amanda were home and eagerly looked in the bags I had to see what I had bought. "Look! She bought herself a dress and a skirt! And these bras! Lace trimmed, demicup, front hook, with push up pads!" Amanda was looking at me as if I had turned into her sister overnight! Maybe I had. "Don't tease her Amanda, she's new at this, and I did not specify what to buy; but they are pretty bras none the less." "How did Bruce treat you today Janet?" "Okay mom, like I was a girl I guess." "I knew he would. Men are just like little boys around someone they like. You look like a girl, therefore he treated you like one. That wasn't so bad was it?" "He asked me to the show tonight." Amanda grabbed my arm and told mom she was taking me to her room. "We're going to try out that new makeup and you can wear your new skirt tonight with one of those sexy bras and a blouse of mine!"

Amanda had me wash off the old makeup, then, with me doing everything under her direction, I redid my face, and I have to admit that I did look more natural, even better than before. The peach colored bra was wrapped around me and as I hooked it in front, I saw my own flesh being pushed into the cups of the bra! "Use these Janet." I slid the foam pads under my own skin, and all at once I had boobs of my own! They were small, but I seemed to fill the cups nicely, and had a modest cleavage that I would have strained hard to see on any girl! The blouse was dark brown, short sleeved, made of a soft satin like fabric. It felt wonderful. I pulled the skirt on, fastened it up, and saw that it was just as short as the dress had been. She gave me a pair of mom's brown flats, and after I redid my lipstick she said I was ready. "Bruce will hit on you for sure Janet!" "God I hope not! He knows I'm a boy just like him!" "True, but he is a male first, and males tend to be easily led by females they like. If he asked you out, he likes you. It's simple." I looked at Amanda and wondered why she had flipped out. Thinking I would do anything with Bruce! Not a chance.

I was in the kitchen with mom when dad walked in. He looked at me briefly, must have thought I was Amanda, then his brain registered that I wasn't. He choked a bit as mom introduced me to him. "This is Janet Lynn." He looked at me carefully, shook his head, and went into read the paper. "This ought to be good when Bruce comes over to pick me up mom. Dad will freak out." "You let me take care of dad." After dinner I touched up my lipstick using the mirror in the familyroom just to see what dad would say, but all he did was watch me. When Bruce showed up he was all shaved, wearing clean clothes and aftershave, dad almost had a fit when he took my hand and we left the house. After the show, we walked home. I never noticed how the trees seemed to make and arbor over the street, or the way the light filtered through. We were halfway home when Bruce stopped, muttered "the hell with it", and kissed me, right on the lips! Stunned, I did not pull away quick enough, and he kissed me again, this time longer, and I felt his tongue as it pushed against my lips. Involuntarily I opened my mouth and he pushed ahead while pulling me closer to him. He was really turned on, which I could tell by the lump pushing hard against my leg. He broke away and we stood looking at each other.

"I couldn't help it Janet. You're so foxy I was turned on all night!" I was also turned on, but did not want to admit that it happened when he kissed me. "That's okay Bruce." I kissed him on the cheek and he walked me home, kissing me at the door, with the porch light on and my parents inside. I went in and straight to my room to change. I was down to my panties and the bra when mom came in. "Wear this tonight Janet." She handed me a nightgown. "Is he a good kisser?" Her question caught me off guard and I said "yes" before I realized it. "He really likes you Janet, and kissing a boy isn't so bad. Just don't let it go any farther." I started to say something like "not a chance", but she left, closing the door behind herself.

I washed off all of the makeup, and the next day I was myself again. The dance was two weeks away, the date falling after our usual week off. Mom told me that for that entire week I was to become Janet every day, all of the time, and that on the day of the dance I had an appointment at her salon. Bruce did not come over that day, and I spent time searching the Internet for various things to make males more feminine, and I found exactly what I wanted. I asked mom to look at it, and she told me to order one, which I did. I wore a skirt and blouse every day, doing my chores, shopping with mom and so on every day. The item I ordered came two days after I ordered it. I tried it on, trimming here and there until it fit me perfectly. On Friday, The eve of the dance, I changed, wearing panties, the padded pantybrief, and a bra, did my makeup and pulled my hair into a ponytail, slipped on some of Amanda's jeans and a pink shell top. Then mom and I went shopping. The first place we went I was fitted for breastforms, which were attached to my chest with adhesive. Now at least, I felt like a female. We found a dress, bought the shoes and jewelry, and went home.

In the morning I attached my latex vagina with the same glue that was used on my boobs, and after I dressed in what I wore the night before, I went to the salon. I had discovered something about myself, and now I was going to take the next step. I was going to seduce Bruce that night. I knew that I would never go back to my old self, no matter what. The girl doing may hair wanted to dye it auburn and add curl, so I said yes. My nails were done with acrylic extensions and painted a plum color, my makeup done by an expert. I also had them thin my eyebrows some. The minute I stepped into the house mom knew what I had done to myself. "Janet!" "Like it?" "Do you know how long it will take for that perm to grow out?" "When it does I'll have it done again mom, don't worry." Then I went to my room to change, leaving her stunned at what I had said to her.

Amanda had given me a corselet of hers to wear, and after I pulled on the white satin panties I wrapped it around myself and tightened the laces as far as I could. The hose went on easily and I fastened them to the garter tabs and pulled them tight. I 'fluffed' my boobs, and pulled the dress over my head, zipping it up and feeling the material close around me. The white dress had a sweetheart neckline that showed an impressive cleavage, more than usual for a girl my age, but I was on a mission, and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I stepped into the red heels and secured the ankle strap, then slipped the earrings into the holes in my ears and made the necklace pendant sit between my breasts. I added perfume, redid my lipstick, and made sure I had everything in my purse. I was ready just as the doorbell rang. I waited until mom called me, and then I carefully negotiated the stairs. Bruce looked very handsome in his tuxedo, and by the look on his face he was once again in love with me. After a few pictures, he and I left for the dance.

Nobody knew me, or recognized me all evening. Bruce was once head over heels about me, which I confirmed as we drove away from the dance, by putting my hand right on his member. He was driving at the time and almost ran off the road, but I moved closer to him and never moved my hand. He drove to the park, and once we were stopped, he pulled me to him and kissed me. His hand found my breast and I started to stroke him. He moved to make it more comfortable, my hand found it, and he gasped in pleasure. He was kissing me, fondling me, when I squeezed him, and he filled my hand. He took me home after that, both of us realizing that we had crossed the imaginary line society put up.

In the morning Amanda came in and closed the door. I was in my panties and a smile. "You had sex last night didn't you?" "Of course I did, after a fashion I guess. You and mom both knew before I left the house that I was going to seduce Bruce, and I did. He was quite surprised last night." Amanda sat on the bed as I slipped on my jeans and a shell top with no bra. "Can I assume that Jeff is gone forever?" "No Amanda, you can't assume it. It's a fact. Janet is here to stay." "What about school? Dad? The rest of the family?" "They'll have to get used to the new me I guess. I'm not going to be trapped in a male body any more!"

Dad had a fit when he found out, the rest of the family only a bit less angry, but at school, I was accepted by most all of the kids and graduated right on time. Bruce? He never could manage to totally accept me as a girl, and we parted ways soon after the dance. But I had plenty of choices, so I ignored him. Now I'm 21, and I have my own boobs and hips now. My surgery is scheduled for later this month, and I already have my man picked out to take my virginity. He's one of the boys.

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