*Note to my readers: This story is a fantasy set in the present times. But with the values of the times of an earlier time. When President Eisenhower rode past me in a convertible, when I was grade school.

 

Boy to Princess

by Jennifer Allison

Part 3 - Dean Again

 

The PM didn't go directly home after he left my house. He stopped at Dr. Withers' house.

Without mincing words the PM got right to the point.

"What do your books say about the selected heir handling the sex changing?" asked the PM.

"They shut the heir up in monastery until the day they assumed the throne," replied Doctor. "Why did you want to know?"

"The heir has ordered me to find someone to help him/her through it all," replied the PM. "I am afraid the truth will come out if we use someone in country or even out."

"It would certainly raise a few questions if you went looking yourself or any member of the government," said Doctor.

"So what do you suggest?" asked the PM.

"Isn't it obvious? Let me do the looking. Since I am considered an airhead with a high IQ," said the doctor. "Anyone looking into the matter will think it is my brain getting the best of me."

"Go ahead," said the PM.

"One thing I should tell," said the Dr. "It won't be anyone living in our country because I don't think we have anyone who can help."

"Just find someone," directed the PM.

"I'll start looking tomorrow," replied Dr. Withers.

 

At the breakfast table, I brought up an idea something that set off a light bulb in my head.

"With all this money I have now, I can buy that car I want," I announced.

From the looks I received from my parents, I knew I just said something that I shouldn't have said.

After a few moments of silence my dad finally said, "I know you, you have been wanted a car ever since you got your learner's permit. As you well know, we can't afford another car."

"But we can afford it," I reminded them.

"If you start spending money like it is going out of style, won't that raise a lot of questions to where you got it from?" said Mom.

"I didn't think of that," I said.

"I know you were planning on getting a car. So what were your plans?" asked my dad.

"I was planning on getting a part time job and paying off over time," I told him. "I even went as far to check out a used car dealership. They said they would sell me a car on payments if you co-signed the paperwork."

"Is that all?" asked mom.

"No, I wasn't going to get the car until I had worked for six months and showed you that I could make the required payments,"

"You really had it all worked out," announced my dad.

"I wanted a car that much. I knew I had better have a plan." I replied.

I could tell my dad was thinking when he bent his head down and started scratching his eyebrow. "I am one step ahead of you. The PM and I talked about the subject of you getting a car. He also propose buying you a car. I also like the idea of yours - the one about working to show us you can make the payments."

"So what are you proposing?" I asked.

"You start by finding a job. I know it will difficult in your case. In six months, if you show you can make some kind of payments. You can borrow the money from your inheritance. On the condition that you will pay the loan back." He then pause to let what he just said sink in. "One other thing, it is my way or no car."

"Since I have no choice in the matter, it is your way," I told him.

"One other thing. It will be a sensible car, nothing fancy."

 

My mom and I spent the rest of the morning practicing the things that I would need to know to pass as a girl at school.

"Dean, I did notice some things yesterday," she told me.

"What were they?" I wanted to know.

"In some ways you acted like a normal teenage girl," she told me. "You were doing things that woman would do without thinking about it."

"What?" my interest was now perk.

"First, when you sat down, you crossed your legs. Also when you sat down you smooth out your skirt - just like any girl."

Some more time was used. Mom showed me the right way to put on a bra again, and I practised for a while.

"If you don't do it like it is a second nature. Someone will think something is wrong."

 

Shortly before lunch, I received a call from Dr. Withers, asking for a private meeting with me- After supper was agree upon.

I spent the afternoon with Sam.

"I still can't believe what happened," he said.

"What about me. I am still having trouble believing it, and it happened to me."

Sam then put his index finger on his lip. "You still have a little." He didn't say anymore.

"Mom had me practicing putting on make-up this morning, I guess I didn't get all the lipstick off," I said as I wiped my lips with my fingers.

I then told Sam what happened yesterday. Sam had been another freshman Allison had driven crazy.

"I got up close and personnel yesterday with Allison," I told him.

"WHAT!!!?"

"She was working as a sale clerk in the store." I stopped for a moment. I finally just told Sam the truth. "Where I brought my bras and panties. She took my measurements."

"You mean you are going to have to wear a bra?" Sam asked.

"Yes, mom is making me. She told me that no daughter of hers is going braless."

With a chuckle he asked, "You aren't wearing one now?"

"Certainly not," I said with a touch of anger in my voice.

"I guess my mouth was two steps ahead of my brain," said Sam. "It is very confusing I bet."

"It is, that is why I am going to need your help. My mom and yours will be looking out for my Jennifer side. What I need from you is to make sure Dean stays the way he is now."

"I have a question," said Sam, who then asked, "why don't just stop all this sex changing every day? All you have to do is find a Lady of the Evening and have sex with her."

"You are right; I could do that," I told him. I sat there is silence as I was thinking over the rest of what I wanted to say. Finally I broke the silence. "I was choosen for this job for a reason. I feel it is my duty to myself, my people and my country that I should let Mother Nature run it course. Ten years from now, when I am having to make a decision, some one can't say. 'You don't know what it is like to be a boy or even a girl.' Besides I sort of like being a girl.

"WHAT!" exclaimed Sam.

"Just think of it." I then reminded him of a dream every school age boy had one time or another.

"I am going to be allowed into the girls' locker room."

Being a smartass, Sam asked. "Could you take a camera with you one time?"

"Certainly not," I said as I waved my finger disapprovingly.

For the rest of the afternoon, all we talked and did was like any other Sunday afternoon for two teenage boys.

 

That evening, Dr. Withers stopped by.

When we were alone I got right to the point. "Have you found someone to help me?"

"Yes and no. I have spent most of the day calling people. The main problem is that Your case is a very different from that of anyone else. Even on the internet, I haven't been able to find one quite like yours. So I sort of had a hot idea: someone who has worked with split personalities - especially if the two sexes were involved."

"So what did you find?" I asked

"Three very good Doctors -A woman and two men - One living in England and the others in the U.S.A."

"Have you talked with them?" I asked.

"The first two I talked wanted all the details of the problem," answered Dr. Withers.

"Anything else?"

"The lady doctor is a very interesting case. The reason I couldn't get a hold of her, is that she is in jail on a contempt of court charge. She refused to divulge information because of doctor patient privilege."

I though it over for a few moments.

"Here is what I want you to do. Keep an eye on the lady doctor. and see what happens. Put the other two on the back burner. If she is willing to go jail to keep her patients secrets, she won't be telling the world about mine."

After midnight, I was awakened by my mom. "Jennifer you need to change into this." She was holding one of my nighties.

"Did you watch?" I asked

"No. Your dad checked at 12:30 last night. It is also half pass midnight tonight. You should have two alarm clocks ."

After she said this, she left the room.

 

End of part 3

  

  

  

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