Boy to Princess - The Next day

by Jennifer Allison

 

"I think we need to get these kids home," announced Mom. "Dean isn't doing a very good job of staying awake."

"I think that is a good idea," said the PM. "I will try to be over at your house tomorrow to go into more details."

I was taken home instead of back to Sam's.

My dad had to almost carry me into my room.

The next thing I remember is my mom waking me up the next morning.

"I am glad that was a dream," were the first words out of my mouth.

"What was that dear?" Asked my mom.

"The dream I had last night," I told her. "I dreamed I was turned into a girl, then was told I was heir to the throne."

My mom stared me right in my face and said. "That wasn't a dream."

As I sat up in bed I scream, "WHAT!"

Looking down I found I was now wearing one of my mom's night gowns. One of those which could pass as slip but isn't. I also couldn't miss the mounds of flesh protruding from my chest.

"You need to get dressed, we have a lot shopping and other things to do today," mom told me.

"Shopping for what?" I asked.

"For your new wardrobe for one thing," replied mom. "You can't wear my or Mildred's things to school Monday. Also your hair is a mess. I made an appointment at my beauty parlor. We will have it permed when we have more time."

"I can't go out looking like this, school is out of the question." I said with my arms across chest underneath my breast.

"You are doing both," My mom said with a look on her face that I only saw once before. I still have the welts from the belt on my backside and that was five years ago.

Thinking of a way out, I said. "We can't afford a wardrobe for me."

"You're right if it was still yesterday, but today the PM handed over some of your inheritance. He figured we could use an advance."

My head started to reel off things I could buy with all that money I now had.

"Don't start counting your money, you will only get enough to get by until your twenty-first birthday." My mom told me. She then reminded, "Do I need to get the belt to get you out of bed and dressed."

I then felt the need that almost everyone feels when they first wakeup: a call from mother nature.

I made it to the bathroom in time and I also remembered I now had to sit down. My mother must have read my mind, like most mothers can do. I heard her whisper through the door. "Dean, you'll need to wipe from front to back when you are done."

As I sat there, I felt the pain of hunger. "Mom I need some breakfast before we go out."

"It is sitting on the table, I laid out one of my housecoats for you to use," she replied.

My brother sat there dumbfounded as I walked into the room. He finally said, "Dean I thought it was all a dream."

I then realized a very important point. "I have to change my name. If you keep calling me Dean. , I would hate to think of how many questions that will raise."

"What would you like to be called?" my dad asked.

Remembering things I heard and seen. I asked. "Did you have a girl's name picked if I had been born a girl?"

"Yes we did, it was Jennifer," replied mom.

"Then that is my feminine name," I told them. "I am now Jennifer."

"Two items the PM brought up during his visit." My dad then announced. "You and your brother will no longer have to worry about college. It will be paid for out of the inheritance. You can't be the official ruler until you are twenty-one, but that won't mean you won't be involved in running the country."

Mom then turned on the TV in the kitchen.

 

The first thing we saw was the face of the PM.

After a round of applause, the PM got right the point of the news conference.

"I would like to announce. We have found an heir to the throne." Before he could get another word in, the reporters starting shooting out questions like a machine gun.

"Who is it?'

"Is a it a he or a she?"

"Are they here?"

"How old are they?"

And many more like those above.

"Please calm down and let me answer your questions the best I can?" asked the PM. The reporters just kept firing questions. Finally the PM had to announce. "You have a choice. You can calm down or I can answer none of your questions. You have the count of ten." The PM held up his hands with fingers extended and started counting from ten to one. At two the room became completely quiet.

"The heir can not assume the throne due to their age. So until they can. We will not give out their name, or their sex or even their age. The country will be run just like it has for the last month. The heir will have a say on it is run. But they can't assume rule until their twenty-first birthday."

"Why won't you tell us who it is?" asked a local TV reporter.

"When they assumed the throne their life will be turned upside down. All we want to do now is let them enjoy a few a years of peace."

"Was the heir told of their Royal heritage?" asked a newspaper reporter.

"Yes they have."

"How did you find them?" asked the same reporter.

"I can't tell you how, but what I can tell you. The Royal line didn't die out."

A few more questions were left unanswered as the PM announced. 'That is all." He then left the room.

 

My mom and I had an argument up in her room.

"You have to be kidding I am not wearing that," I told her.

"You might be the heir and tell others what to do, but I am still your mother and no daughter of mine is going braless," She told me.

We had a few more angry words and then spent ten minutes more teaching me the right way to attach the hooks in back. "You'll need do this like you have been doing it for years when you take gym Monday."

What didn't help was the size difference between mine and my mom's breast. Lets say the bra sagged a bit. "Don't worry about the sagging. One of the items on the shopping list is the right size bra for you."

"You look nice Dean," Mildred said to me as I walked down the stairs.

"When I am in my feminine form I am using the name Jennifer," I told her.

She then did something totally unexpected. She hugged me and pecked me on the cheek.

"Jennifer, you will have to learn that is a normal greeting between women that are friends. Peck her back."

"Bonnie it looks like you and I have a lot work to do," Mildred said. Who then asked, "What Jennifer's cover story. Some one will ask."

"The story is. She is my niece who parents died recently and she has come to live with us," My mom said. "Since the fire that killed her parents also burned all of her clothes, that is why we are buying so many new things."

As we passed people in the mall, all we heard being discussed was the PM's announcement. The main topic of these conversations were. "Who is the new heir?" I even saw a couple ask their friend, "is it you?" But no one asked me that question.

The first stop was the Teenage Girl Boutique. The sign above the door read. 'What girls wants to wear.'

The sales clerk my mom brought over to help us. To my utter dismay it was some one I knew, but only by sight and dream.

She was a senior when I was a freshman in high school. She was also the girl that every boy in school wanted to date and get in her pants. I know from experience that she has caused more than her fair share of wet dreams.

"Allison this is my niece Jennifer," my mom introding us. "She needs everything since all of her stuff was burned in a fire."

Allison then asked, "What your bra size, Jennifer?"

"Jennifer is still a little shell shocked from the fire. I think it is best we measure her." my mom answered for me.

Allison then took her measuring tape and wrapped around my armpits, then she moved it down till it touched my nipples. She then announced, "She's a 33C." Then she moved down to my waist and then my hips. "27 waist and a 34 hips."

My mom then did something most moms don't do. "I am not really sure what styles girls are wearing now. Allison since you are closer to Jennifer's age could you help us in that matter?"

Mildred then reminded my mom. "Bonnie don't forget Jennifer's hair appointment."

"Jennifer has an appointment at the beauty parlor in thirty minutes. So we need this stuff pretty darn quick."

Allison then called over the others employees and the whirlwind started. I must have tried on three dozen items in the time allowed. From hip hugging panties to French cut lace bras to full slips to half slips. Even a couple nighties were thrown in. We made it with five minutes to spare. Mildred stayed to pay for our purchases as my mom and I headed to the beauty parlor.. I heard later that the bill was close to three thousand dollars.

As I sat down in the chair, I heard Alicia the beautician tell mom, "Her hair is a mess."

Mom replied, "I know it is, all I want for now is to make it presentable. In two weeks we will come in and you can perm it."

It started with a trim to get rid of the split ends. Then came the shampoo and then the heated curlers. As this was all going on Alicia kept jabbering away. "Did you see the PM on TV? OF course you did. I wonder who the heir is? Could it be a customer of mine?" She never gave me a chance to answer a question.

When my mom retuned an hour later with Mildred, I now looked very presentable with no hair out of place and in a wave.

As we walked out of the beauty parlor, I found out my mom and Mildred hadn't been sitting around waiting for me. They had been shopping for clothes. There were at least ten different outfits for me to try on. In the end, we choose six of them and a couple more I picked out myself. My moms picks were mostly skirts and dresses. Where mine were jeans and pants, the hip hugging kind. Like most girls are wearing today. Very little room between the junction of the legs and waist band.

I brought at least 6 pairs of shoes. Only one pair had heels and they were only two inches.

Since we couldn't take all my purchases home, we made a deal with the clothing store's delivery department to have all of them delivered Monday. But I took two outfits out with me when I left. The one I was wearing and the one I would be wearing to school.

I was totally a different girl from the girl that walked into the mall. Where once I never even got a first glance. Where now I was getting third and fourth glances. To tell you the truth, I like it.

 

When I arrived home, I found the PM sitting in the living room with my dad. From the looks on their faces I knew they were please at my new look. "This can't be the same girl that left my house earlier this morning."

"Yes it is daddy," I said as I pecked him on the cheek. I did this cause I have seen many daughters meet their fathers this way.

"You are becoming quite a young lady Jennifer," said the PM.

Before I could ask, dad answered my question. "I told him your feminine name."

I then told them. "Don't start practicing. 'God save the Queen'. I'm still Dean down deep inside me."

Turning towards mom, the PM asked. "Did you have enough money?"

"We ran out and I had to used my credit card," replied mom

The PM then handed me and parents each a credit card. "The bank has set up a special account for the three of you."

"Won't that make them think something funny is going on," asked my dad.

"No problem., I just reminded the bank President, that if there is any leak the heir will take their banking some place else. Especially when your client's account is worth half of your bank's business. I don't see any problems."

I then asked. "If you make so many trips here won't the press concluded this is the reason?"

"The Royal Family and Parliament has a deal with the country's press. After a certain time of the day we are left alone. Say if a newspaper breaks this rule yesterday. They will not be invited to today's press conference."

"What about the foreign press and tabloids," I asked.

"They all have to be certified and have to agree to same deal," replied the PM. "Their penalty is a lot worse. Thirty years ago a member of the World press broke the news that a member of Parliament was gay. This was back when being gay was something that you kept in the closet. Every member of the foreign press lost their certification and had to reapply. With the understanding if anything like this happens again, they wouldn't be allowed to reapply for a year. Nobody has broken that deal since."

"I hope it works in my case." I then asked, "do you know what time tonight that I will switch back?"

"I am not sure. This hasn't happened in a thousand years, so everything is new to all of us," the PM answered. Then he said, "If I had to bet two dollars on it. I say midnight but I wouldn't bet the house on it."

We talked some more as my mom and I ate the pizza my dad had ordered earlier. The PM left the house around 9:30 but not before he and I had a talk, just the two of us.

"I don't think I can pull this off, especially for five years," I started

.

"To tell you the truth your highness. I don't see how we can either," was his reply. "Mr Drew put the odds of us pulling it off at a million to 1."

"I am talking about the world finding out who I am. I am talking abought me handling this sex swapping back and forth. I was in the mall today and I liked the looks the men were giving me as I passed, the shopping, and trying on clothes. I even found the beauty parlor fun. Yesterday I would have told you were crazy if you told me. Pausing a minute before continuing, I told him what I wanted. "I want help. I don't mean help from you, my parents or my friends. I mean professional help. Someone who will help me keep my head on straight."

"That might be very hard to do," the PM told me.

"Then I will make it simple for you." I then told him. "My first official order as heir to the throne.

Find someone!"

When he left he wasn't a happy camper.

At 11:00 I headed for the shower and then off to bed wearing one the new nighties I had brought.

At 12:30 my dad woke me with these words. "Dean, I think you should dress in something more appropriate."

Looking down I found myself in my old body. So I change back into pajama bottoms and went back to sleep.

End of part 2

  

  

  

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