CanCan Girl

Janet L. Stickney
JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

The petticoats held the skirt way out, leaving a fringe of lace showing below the hem. The well tapered skirt made my waist, already compressed by the waist nipper, look smaller than it was, and with the modestly tight corset making my waist smaller while pulling my chest together making breasts, I had a great figure. As mom tied the blue ribbon in my hair, I glanced in the mirror and saw myself. Unless you looked closely, you wouldn't know that under all the frou-frou was a boy.

It wasn't exactly a secret in our family that I liked to dress up as a girl once in a while, but I didn't do it very often, and almost never all the way. I also never left my room. It was only by circumstance that changed. My mom was into square dancing, which meant that she had lots of petticoats, my favorite item of female apparel, and which I wore whenever I could. I was at home just lounging around when mom came into my room, and without any preamble, said…

"You know that show we're putting on? Well one of the ladies husband got transferred yesterday, and she had to drop out. That left us one girl short. All of us have boys, so there aren't any daughters to fill in. That's why I told them I might know someone. I didn't tell them it was you of course, but now they are waiting for me to see if I can produce a young lady to fill the gap, and guess what? I think you're the girl to do it!"

"Me? Why Me? Mom! That's….I'm not a…I can't do that!"

"Why you?" mom asked with a smirk, "That's easy. You've been into my clothes for years anyway, we both know that, plus, you're not to big and not to small, you're hair is already about long enough, and besides, I think it's time that you quit just playing in my clothes! I think that maybe it's time you either quit altogether, or do something useful when you dress up!" She paused a moment to let that sink in. "If you do this for us, you'll get to wear everything a girl does, and look pretty I'll bet; plus, I'm willing to bet that you'll love the whole thing!"

"Is this that deal where you all going to wear those French outfits? Like yours?"

"That's the one!"

"But I can't!…What I mean is, I'd like to help and all, but I'm not…I don't have any…and you show so much! How? What I mean is, even if I agreed to do it, I'm not very pretty, and I'll look real silly, being a flat chested boy standing next to you!"

"Since you say you would like to help, what if I said that there are many ways a girl can look fuller, and trust me, you won't look at all like a boy, so if those are the only problems, we'll take care of them easy enough!"

"Mom! No! What I meant was…"

"What? Now you don't want to help me? I thought that being able to get all dressed up would make you happy!"

I was firmly caught between her needing my help, my desire to dress up as a girl, and having someone see me! I sat there looking at mom for a moment, then….

"I'm not going to demand that you to do this, but if you're willing to volunteer, I know the other girls will be thrilled, and I'll make sure that you'll be just as lovely as possible!"

"So…you're saying it's up to me?"

"Of course! What kind of mother do you think I am?"

"It's not that mom, it's…"

"Well, what's it going to be? Will you do this for me? Or would you rather quit this dressing up thing of yours? And don't try to tell me you've already quit, because that's would be a lie!"

I had a hard time with the concept that mom actually wanted me to dress up as a girl, no matter what the reason. In the past she had always frowned on my dressing as a girl, usually telling me to change forthwith, which I did right then more times than not. But this was just to good a chance to pass up, and since it was a stage production, I figured I would have a built in alibi, so I eagerly nodded my head yes. When mom walked out of my room, I was instantly terrified. First I wondered what I had gotten myself into, then I wondered why mom had even considered asking me! When mom got home the next day, I found out what she meant when she said she would make me a pretty as possible. As she set down the bags, she told me that she had enough stuff to help me become a beautiful young lady, and added that the next morning, which was Saturday, she was going to help me become the kind of girl anyone would be proud of, and better, not know who I was. Then she started pulling things out of the bags, showing me each piece before she put it on the couch. Panties and a bra, pantyhose, a pantybrief, waist cincher and corselet, a skirt and blouse, shoes, then she handed me a breast form! It looked and felt very real to me!

"I just bought a few things, enough that you'll feel normal, like a girl, and be able to go out of the house to try on the dresses you'll need. Before tomorrow morning, I want you to shave off any body hair you have and be ready to start getting dressed right after we have something to eat. Is that okay with you?"

In life, our common sense often gets tossed out in the face of something long sought and never attained, and that's exactly what happened to me the minute I saw the stuff mom brought home. I grabbed the bags and went to my room, then undressed and filled the tub. Taking two full hours, I made sure there wasn't one hair left standing that I didn't need, rubbed in some skin lotion, then got dressed again. The next morning I was up early to shower, wash my hair, shave, and so on, then dressed in the panties and padded pantybrief, then, wrapped in a robe, I went down for breakfast. Mom never said a word about what she planned, so I figured it was just going to be a session to see how I might look as a girl, with her help of course. I already knew that I looked, at best, just okay, but mom obviously didn't think so, which is why I assumed she asked me to do it.

As much as I liked to play dress up, I knew that mom didn't really like it, so for her to ask me, she and her little group must have been stuck pretty good, but I didn't give that as much thought as I should have maybe. Once we were in my room and she realized that I was partially dressed, she took me into her room, sat me at the vanity, and told me to go ahead and do my makeup. Starting to reach for the foundation, mom stopped me, telling me to use a skin lotion first. She said it would make the foundation look fresher longer. Once I had that on I applied the foundation and reached for the eye shadow when she once again stopped me.

"For heavens sake! I thought you knew how to do this!"

"So did I mom!"

"Use the powder first. Pat it on, let it set a moment, then brush away the excess. After that you can do your eyes, blusher last."

Following her directions about applying makeup, it took longer, but the results were a lot better. She brushed out my hair, letting it fall back.

"Since your hair is too short for the kind of look we need, I also have this. I'll attach it and fix your hair, then we'll get you dressed."

It was a fall that was a very close match to my own hair color. When mom fixed it to the middle of the top of my head I felt the combs grab hold, and when mom was done brushing my own hair into it, I had a very nice hairdo! It was fuller, more round, and curled under at the ends. She brushed my bangs out and trimmed them with scissors, and fixed the whole thing in place with hair spray. In my room, she told me to put the pantyhose on which I did, then she handed me a short slip, and once I had that on, the skirt, which was at mid thigh on me! I had never worn a skirt that short before, so I felt really naked, but elated at the same time.

"I'll give you another choice honey. You can just slip the breast forms into the bra, or I can use the adhesive they gave me, but if we use the adhesive you'll have to dress as a girl for at least a few days, until the glue breaks down." When I didn't say anything…"Like I said, I'll leave it up to you, but since you'll be spending at least that long getting fitted for the dresses, shoes, and so on, maybe it wouldn't be that bad?"

"Just a few days?"

"That's what I understood her to say."

"Okay then, why not?"

As soon as mom asked me the answer jumped to my lips, and I think she knew that's what I was going to say, but she didn't smile or anything. Once they were glued on and the seam concealer applied, I put the bra on followed by the blouse, and lastly, stepped into the low heeled shoes. Without waiting, I added lipstick, dug out my perfume, used that, then added my gold hoop earrings. Looking in the mirror I saw the girl I knew I could become, if only I had known how to create her before. Mom was the one that really made it happen.

"Well! Just look at you! You're even prettier than I thought you would be! Do you have a purse?"

I shook my head no. I had never needed a purse before. Mom returned with one of hers, opened it and took out an old wallet and handed it to me, then told me that I might as well put my stuff in it. When I hesitated, she reminded me that after gluing on the breast forms, I was going to be a girl for the next few days, so it was silly not to move my stuff into the wallet she gave me. I did that, put it in the purse, along with my lipstick and a few tissues. Lost in my reverie I almost missed what mom said.

"If, no. Make that since, you have decided to do this, then why not go all the way? What I mean is, if you want to of course, why don't we get your nails done as well? We can pick out a nice color and have your nails trimmed to look less like a boys."

"You make this all sound like you had it all planned out mom! Is that why you bought that glue to hold these on, the fall, and now getting my nails done?"

"I didn't think you would pass up a legitimate chance to dress like a girl, so I guess you're right. I guess I did sort of plan this out, but when I gave you the choice, you almost jumped at it didn't you? And didn't I ask you about using that glue? And you said yes? It seems to me that you're the one that decided to do all this! What's the matter? Don't you like the way you look?"

"It's not that, it's…"

"Do you, or do you not, want to get your nails done? It's an easy question honey."

My once solid common sense evaporated I think, because that's when the words that came out of my mouth sealed my fate, only I didn't know it at the time. "Acrylics?" I asked, because when mom shrugged and nodded her head yes, I must have missed it when her eyes also went wide. You see, acrylic nails take months to come off, unless your willing to have them ground off or soak in chemicals for hours on end. But at the time I didn't know any of that. All I knew was that acrylic nails were harder and better looking than the plastic ones I had always tried using. With a crook of her finger, I followed her to the kitchen, then out to the car. It wasn't the first time I had been out dressed as a girl, only the first time in broad daylight! Telling me to drive, mom gave me the keys. As I drove out to the main street…

"I never asked you. Do you have a girls name you use?"

Since I had no reason not to tell her…"Elizabeth" I said.

"Can I call you Beth? It's part of Elizabeth, and it'll be easier."

"Yeah, sure" I said, "Beth is good too."

"You know where my salon is, lets go there. Marilyn does a nice job on hair, and the new guy, Glen I think his name is, does wonders with nails."

I followed mom inside, and once the arrangements were made, Glen, who almost floated over to me, took me to his station. His name had a "da" penciled on the end, making it read "Glenda". He was good, he picked me as a guy right off, then started in on my nails. As he worked he commented on my hair, legs, skirt, almost everything about me in fact. He did not make my nails so long it would be impossible to do anything, only just long enough to shape them to a more feminine style, then painted them a brownish red, three coats plus a clear coat over that. He was good at what he did, that was for sure, and I was very pleased, and the longer nails had the added benefit of making my fingers look less stubby. He squeezed my hand when I stood up, then told me to come back any time. Mom looked at my nails and grinned.

"It looks like Glenda did a wonderful job on you! Your nails look fantastic!"

"He knew I wasn't a girl mom!"

"Of course he knew! Marilyn told me that he retired as one of the premier female impersonators in the country! He retired because he can't do his routines that well any more. I'm sure that he has met many boys like you over the years, so there's no reason to be afraid. He's an expert honey, that's why he knew, but not many people are experts, and besides, you look just darling! Now lets go get you fitted."

Fitted was the right word for sure! The dress looked about three sizes to small to me, but the lady said it would be fine, once "we adjust" your waist. The we in that meant that I stood there while he laced me into a corset! I knew that had I to take off the skirt and blouse to try on the corset, so I slipped them off, but when the lady pointed at my bra, well, I had a hard time with that. Mom finally reached behind me and released it, leaving me standing there with my brand new fake boobs hanging out! The lady didn't even blink. Instead, she wrapped that corset around me, fastened the hooks up the front, then started pulling on the strings until she was satisfied. It was tight, but not so bad that I couldn't stand it, and when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I knew why mom had bought the breast forms. I had lots and lots cleavage! The first dress was a red and black number that fit like a glove, with six petticoats sewn under the skirt. It was about knee length. The next was a bright yellow with green petticoats, the third all white with blue and red petticoats. The woman made her marks on all the dresses, then added that they would be ready by Tuesday the next week! That was way longer than a few days, but when I looked at my nails, I realized it didn't matter.

As we walked out, mom suggested lunch, so we stopped at a small diner. I was about to order my usual burger and fries when mom asked me how tight the corset had been, then pointed at the salads. After our salads were set on the table…

"I didn't expect her to take so long with the dresses honey, but that doesn't matter now does it?"

"Huh?"

"Your nails. You knew that acrylic nails last almost forever, that's why you asked for them. So you would have a built in excuse to keep dressing up."

"No! Mom, I only knew they looked better and were harder than the plastic ones! Honest! I didn't know they lasted a long time! How long do they last anyway?"

After I got a questioning look…"If you take care of them, maybe a month between fill ins. You didn't know that?"

I shook my head no. "If you knew that, then why let me get them mom?! You were standing right there!"

"Because I thought you knew what you were doing Beth! If you were willing to get those nails, I figured that you wanted to do this for as long as possible, and I thought….but none of that matters now, does it? You already have them, and that means that you'll have to be a girl for quite a while, at least until they break or something!" I groaned when she said that. "But you look just fine Beth! You'll need a few more things to wear of course, but I can't see any reason that you can't do this, and besides that, I'm sure that this is exactly what you've always wanted, isn't it?"

It was true but I didn't say that, and when mom mentioned more clothes, I had a hunch that turned out to be right. We went shopping, returning home with skirts and tops, jeans and blouses, two more pairs of shoes, a coat, and one new dress. By the time we got home I knew for sure that mom had mistaken what I thought for what I knew. I wanted acrylic nails, but I didn't know how hard they were to get off. In any case, I had them, and unless I was willing to take sandpaper to my nails, I was going to have them for a while, which meant that I was going to become a girl for a long while, but in my heart I loved it, and did my best not to let that show. I was trying on all my new clothes when it happened. I chipped a piece off a nail. I was wearing the short red skirt with a pullover top when it happened. I showed it to mom who told me to go back to the salon and have Glenda fix it!

I took the car and went back, and as soon as I walked in Glenda saw me.

"Break a nail dear?"

"Yeah. I guess I'm not used to having them yet."

"Lets get that fixed then." As he filed and worked on my nail…"This is your first time being a girl for more than a few hours isn't it?"

"Does it show that much?"

"In some ways yes, but not many people pay that close attention to us, which is why we get away with it. But if you're going to do this full time, then you'll have to adopt a new way of doing things, like the way you walk, use your hands and arms for example. Mannerisms are very important Beth. People might not see you as a male dressed as a female, but they'll clock you the minute you start acting like a guy! There are several ways to get past that, like proving you're a girl of course, or being prepared to if you had to. Did you know there are devices available that can turn a guy into what looks like a girl, and are so realistic that not many would question you if you had one on?"

"No! Did you use one of those devices? Marilyn said you were the best."

"No, I had to do it the hard way, which is cheaper of course, but it hurts like hell, and I don't recommend it." As he finished adding the last clear coat…"We made our breast forms out of old tights filled with rice, then soaked them in a mixture of cold water and very light starch. We spent hours getting them the right color, then used spirit gum to attach them. Of course, back in my day, we never revealed everything like they do now, so it was easier in that way." Glenda sat back and looked at me with a grin. "I'll bet your mom somehow got you to do this, didn't she?"

"Yeah, but how did you know?"

"A play or something?"

"Yeah, something like that. She said that none of the other ladies had daughters, so…"

"So she asked you? Didn't that strike you as just a bit odd? What did she tell you Beth? That she knew you liked to dress up, so there wasn't any reason not to?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

"She led you right to the well and you slopped it up honey, just like she knew you would! But that's okay Beth, if this is what you really want, is it? Being a girl I mean."

"Yeah" I said, a bit angrily.

"Then she did you a favor, didn't she?" Glenda paused a moment, then…"You know what I would do? I'd become so much like a girl that nobody, even your mother, would dare say you weren't! By that I mean practice how you walk, and obviously, all of your mannerisms. Watch women and see what they do, and you'll see that most of them do the same things the same way. Just do what they do. Now, about that device I mentioned…"

By the time I got home I had decided that Glenda was right, and told myself that the next day I was going to go to the address he gave me, and get one of those devices. I was angry at mom, but I wanted to be a girl so badly that I had overlooked the obvious lie mom told me. That they couldn't find a girl to fill in. There had to be a lot of girls that would eagerly fill in, yet mom had asked me! Glenda had pointed it out, and once I heard it, I knew it was true. Yet mom had always been, on her best day, merely irritated when she found me dressed up. That's why I couldn't figure out why she set me up like she did. Why did mom want me to become a girl? And why now? I didn't have any answers for those questions and a few others, but with all that had happened, I was left with the advice Glenda gave me. Become the best girl I could be in everything I did. With acrylic nails, a padded butt and stick on boobs, I had a start, but it was everything else I had to master, and quickly!

I decided not to tell mom that I was onto her, and the next morning I was fully dressed when I went to breakfast. Mom left for work, and I called the number Glenda gave me. I got directions, then drove over there. I was met at the door by a young girl who let me in, then I was taken to see another woman. As soon as I mentioned Glenda's name, she smiled widely, and handed me a small booklet.

"As you can see, we offer a full range of items, all of them are guaranteed to give you the look of a female, without the worry of detection. Now, how can we help you?"

I told her about the stick on boobs, the padded pantybrief and the fall. She then took me to another room and asked me to strip, which I did, then she began to pick the colors she said I would need. Then she showed me several various versions of each.

"Can I assume that you'll want the best we have to offer?"

"Yes ma'am, but how much…"

"Lets worry about that later. Lets get you all fixed up first, shall we?"

It took about two hours for her to do everything, leaving me standing there looking at my nude reflection in the mirror. There wasn't one sign that I was, or ever had been, a boy! The new breast forms were a perfect rather than close match for my skin tone, and the panty, well, it didn't look like I had a panty on! Every seam was flawless, making me look exactly like a girl my size and age would! As I got dressed it was a great feeling not to have that padded feeling, and my underwear fit better. When I was dressed, I walked out to ask once again how much it was all going to cost, but the building was empty! I left a note, saying I would call, then went out to my car. On the way home I decided to stop and see Glenda, but she wasn't there, so I went not home, but to the mall. If mom had some motive for letting me be a girl, then it was time she found out how much of a girl I could be. I bought a peignoir set which included a sheer robe with matching thong style panties, plus a red and white bikini and some hotpants. The minute I got home I tried on the bikini, overjoyed at the way I looked in it. I was still in my room when mom drove in. I slipped on my white heels, touched up my lipstick, and walked out of my room. Mom was in for a shock.

As I strutted into the kitchen, mom looked up and saw me. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened, watching as I took a soda and opened it. Turning, I smiled.

"Is this what you meant when you told me to be the girl I wanted to be?"

"But…how did you…those aren't the breast forms I bought…where did you…how…"

"A friend told me about a place I could go, and I went there this morning. They fixed me up. Now there's no way anyone can say that I'm not a girl, can they? I can't have a baby, but it looks like I could, and that's all that counts to me!" I slid into the chair across from her and smiled. It was time. "Mom, why was your first thought about me filling in when that lady quit? And don't tell me you couldn't find anyone, that's a load of crap. There are plenty of girls out there that would jump at the chance to be part of your show, so why me?, and I want the truth this time. The real truth."

I heard her sigh, then…"Your father is coming. I got the letter about a month ago. He left before you were born, so he never knew that I had a boy, and I made no effort to tell him. Over the years he kept threatening to take you away, but I knew that he had never wanted a girl, so when you were about six I think, I finally told him you were a girl. Now that you're 18, he has finally decided to meet his "daughter", you. If he found out that you were a boy, there's no telling what he might do to me. That's why."

"But…what if I didn't want to be a girl? What would you have done then?"

"I probably would have sent you away and told him you left because you didn't want to see him."

"Why didn't you just tell me all this to start with!!!?"

"Because…I guess I was afraid that your curiosity might get the better of you, and you might have just left with your father, and I couldn't bear that! When we got married I didn't know that he was the kind of guy that wanted total obedience, and wouldn't hesitate to make sure of it by beating me! I just couldn't let him influence you like that! I couldn't! And what if you decided to go with him!? I couldn't let that happen honey, that's why I encouraged you to dress like a girl! Damn it Beth, it was for your own good, and the fact that you already liked to play dress up just made it easier for me to hide you in plain sight!"

"Well, you got your way mom, I'm hiding in plain sight now, but I have to tell you that I'm not going to quit any time soon, if ever! Not now! Not that I have…that I can…"

"Be the girl you want to be?"

"Look at me mom! Then tell me I can't do it! I'm wearing a bikini mom, that should tell you something about how good all this stuff is!"

"You're certainly right about that anyway! You look just like a girl would, and I can't see how they did it! Care to tell me?"

"No. Lets just say that Beth is here to stay for a while, and when my father gets here, I'll be ready for him!"

"Don't get carried away honey, he likes to hit women, just remember that."

"I won't, don't worry mom. Under all this stuff I'm still a guy, so he'll regret it if he tries that with me! When is he coming?"

"About a month I guess. He didn't give me a day."

Even though it was tense, I finally told her that the panty had been molded to fit me, and would allow me to do anything a girl could do except one, and that because of the way the breast forms were made, I could sense touch if someone pushed hard enough. Shaking her head, she told me to get some clothes on. I wore the new jeans for the first time, then I cut off a tee and pulled it over my head. I was going to have to wait a bit, but as soon as I could, I was getting my hair styled. Mom couldn't keep her eyes off me, but I did my best to ignore her, then over dinner, she told me that since I was out of school, and regardless of how I looked, she wanted me to get a job, and told me that I could start looking the next day.

I wore a nice skirt and blouse with low heels when I left the house the next morning in search of a job. I had no idea what I would find, but I was willing to try almost anything. I started in a tall building, right on the first floor, and started working my way through all the businesses. On the fifth floor I was met by a guy that looked like he slept in a running washing machine!

"You look like you could use some help" I said without thinking.

"My secretary just up and quit about a week ago, and I…you're right. I need some help. Want a job?"

"That's why I'm here! Can I start right now?"

"Absolutely! Sit over there, get settled in, then see if you can find a file labeled Watson. I'll be in my office. By the way, my name is George. And you are…?"

"Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Beth."

"Great! You're hired. I'll be in there."

Whoever is secretary was, she didn't know squat about filing! It took me almost half an hour to find the file George wanted, which was in a pile on the floor, then I started rearranging the files in alphabetical order. She had just stuffed them into the drawers at random. As I worked I realized that George was an importing agent. It looked like he handled anything and everything. I spent all day doing my best on the files, ignoring the obvious mess on the desk. Right on the dot of five, he told me to go home, but be back in the morning at eight.

"It's a mess, I know, and I'm sorry about that. See you in the morning."

"Ah…George?"

"Yes?"

"How much does this job pay?"

"The going rate, but I'll up it depending on how this works out. Is that fair?"

"Sure. Can I wear jeans tomorrow? This place is a mess, and…"

"No problem! I just want the files when I need them!"

That night I told mom I found a job, and that I had decided to be in her little production. The next morning when I got to work, I started in on the files again, and by noon had most everything where anyone could find it, then I stopped and had a coffee. George was in his office, and hadn't come out once. It was lunch time before he finally emerged, asking for a file. I reached in the cabinet and handed it to him.

"That's good! I never got a file that quick before! Say, ah…can I buy you lunch?"

"No thanks, I brought one."

"It looks like you're doing a very nice job Beth! I haven't seen this office so clean in a long time!"

"If it was so bad, why didn't you just fire her?"

"She's the daughter of a major client, and well, it would have caused some problems."

He left for lunch while I stayed behind. I had cleaned everything off the desk, took out my cleaner, and sprayed a heavy coat, wiping it away. I had to do that three times to get all the crud off! Then I started in on all the file cabinets and tables, working until they were spotless. Then I tossed out all those three year old magazines. It took me the rest of the week to get things situated better, moving the desk so that the computer screen was out of the sunlight glaring on it, using a scented air freshener to make the room smell better, and lastly, started organizing the papers in each file folder by date. My first check worked out to be about $8.50 and hour, which was fine since all I had was a high school diploma.

Mom and I went to practice twice a week, and I quickly found out that it was a lot of fun, especially when I got to do those high kicks that made the petticoats flop all over. Three weeks after I started with George, I went back to the salon to get my own hair done, my nails done, and talk to Glenda. My hair was just long enough to get it done in a short but feminine style, and as I sat down across from Glenda…

"You look ravishing my dear!"

Thanks! Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course!"

"Why wasn't anyone in the building when I left? I've been there twice, and there's never been anyone there! How do I pay for this stuff?"

"Oh! That! Why don't you just consider them a gift from me? There's nothing wrong with them is there?"

"Oh no, it's not that, it's just that nobody ever did something like this for me before!"

"It's a gift from me to you. I only ask that when and if the time comes you help someone like us. Pass on the gift so to speak."

"I…thanks Glenda, thanks! I'll do it, I promise!"

"Tell me all about your new job then" Glenda asked. I had not said I was working, yet she knew!"

I told her all about the job, George, and that I was going to meet my dad for the first time ever. I mentioned how he liked to beat women, which is when Glenda's eyebrows furrowed. When my nails were done I hugged her, paid the bill, and went home. As I walked in the house I could hear mom talking to someone. Then I saw him. My father. He was tall, about six foot, not real husky, with dark hair that he was losing. It didn't look like he shaved that day, and he wore jeans and a polo shirt.

"Jim, this is Elizabeth."

"Got a hug for your old daddy honey?"

"No. I don't know you. Why are you here anyway? We're doing fine without you."

"That's no way to talk to your daddy girl; maybe I should…"

"You can try" I said, "but you won't like it; maybe you should just leave!"

"Your mama's been saying bad things about me, I can tell."

"All true I would guess."

"You got a mouth on you girl, like your mama." He grinned, and made a move towards me, but I backed up while grabbing my purse by the straps. "I just want a kiss girl, nothing wrong with that is there?"

"I'd rather kiss a toad."

"Maybe you should just go Jim. Obviously Beth doesn't want to know you."

"Maybe you filled her head with all that women's lib stuff!"

"Maybe I did, but she is old enough to make up her own mind, and she wants you to leave. So do I."

"I don't think so. I just met my daughter for the first time, and now you want me to leave? And since there's just the two of you, who's going to make me leave?"

Just then the doorbell rang! I opened the door and saw George standing there!

"George! Come in!" I said excitedly when he stepped inside…"This is my father. The one that just showed up for the first time in my entire life. The one that won't leave now."

"I see!" George said as he casually stepped between me and mom, and dad. "Apparently Beth and her mother want you to leave, so why not just go without any fuss?"

It looked like he was going to try George, then thought better of it. "Alright then! I'll go, but I'll be back!"

"I don't think that will be the wisest course" George said, "I'm their attorney, and I'll have a restraining order on you by nine tomorrow morning if you insist on it. Why not just go and leave them be? You've met your daughter. Let it go at that."

Dad stormed out of the house, leaving behind a palpable sense of relief.

"The reason I stopped by" George said, "is that when I sent in the forms for your deductions, the name I got back isn't the one you gave me. Did you forget your own name, or the number? Or is it something else? What I mean is, the information I got back is all accurate, except for the first and middle name."

It was time that George knew that I wasn't a girl, and although I didn't want to tell him, I had to. I motioned to a chair, and after he sat down, I told him that the name he got was my real name. Then I told him that I had always wanted to be a girl, and was living as a girl full time. Mom confirmed that, and asked him straight out if it mattered how I dressed.

"Are you kidding?! I couldn't care less! She can wear anything she wants! For the first time in a long time I actually have someone helping me that knows how to run an office!" He sat back and looked me, then mom, and grinned. "I really am a lawyer you know; I just find import export more fun. Have you considered changing your name? You're old enough now, and it would put all your records in order…I can help you with that Beth, it's just a form."

I said that I would like that a lot, then he wanted to make sure that mom and I were safe. Mom assured him that both cell phones and the house phone were programmed for the police. George was about mom's age, about 5' 10" tall with green eyes and dark curly hair, and I thought I saw some interest in mom's eyes when she met him. After he left, mom and I sat there looking at each other.

"He likes you mom. And he's cute too!"

" He's probably married, and besides, I'm not looking."

"Yeah, right. I saw the way you looked at him, and I know for sure that he's not married."

"Kids?" mom asked.

"I haven't seen any pictures, so I don't know. I can ask…"

"No, it's alright. I'm not interested."

Right. Mom was interested, only she was afraid to say so, especially after dad's visit I think. The next day about ten George brought a paper for me to sign, which I did. He told me my name would be changed within a few days, then went back in his office. Unable to contain myself, I followed him in.

"George?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure."

"Are you married?"

"Your mother, right?"

"I…I thought I saw something in your eye, so…"

"No dear, I'm not married. I was, but that seems like a long time ago."

"What happened?"

"She was on the 93^rd floor when the plane hit and the building collapsed. Our daughter worked on the next floor down."

I decided not to ask why he didn't have any pictures out. He was visibly saddened by telling me, so I went back to my own work. When it was time to leave, I left first, just getting to the elevators when my dad walked out in front of me.

"You're just like your momma girl. You gotta a sassy mouth on you."

"Stay away from me!"

"Aahhh, I just want to take my daughter to dinner."

"Go away! I don't know you, and I really don't want to!"

"You know what you need? Someone to teach you to respect your elders! Maybe I should just toss you over my knee and teach you some manners!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"What's the matter girl, your friend isn't here to help you now, is he?"

"Get out of my way!"

He rushed me, but I was ready, and kicked him right in the shins. As he stumbled, he grabbed me, dragging me to him, but I reached out and grabbed him by the jewels and squeezed as hard as I could. He yowled in pain and moved away a little. Then I heard the "click", just before he slashed out at me, missing as I moved out of reach. I saw the dull glint of the knife as he moved in again, ready to run.

"I thought I told you to stay away from Beth." It was George!

"Sassy bitch needs to learn some manners!"

"No, what she needs is for you to go away." Damn George sounded calm!

Dad made another rush, but at George, missing when George sidestepped. Dad swung around to face George again, only the knife plunged into my leg. Bleeding, I fell down, watching as George lifted his leg and kicked old dad right in the head, dropping him. With dad out cold, George called emergency just as I passed out. When I woke up I was in the emergency room, surrounded by nurses and doctors. I was naked except for the gown they covered me with. I saw tubes and bags, monitors and several IV's in my arms. Neither George nor mom was anywhere around. Groggy, I fell back, and passed out again.

They operated on my leg to sew up the gash, which was high, almost in my groin. When I awoke there was a doctor standing there checking something. Seeing that I was awake…

"You gave me a real scare Elizabeth! When I started in to fix the damage I discovered that I was cutting latex! That's quite a panty you had on. It fooled a lot of people."

"What…what happened?"

"You were stabbed in the leg, about a quarter inch below the fold where your leg and hip come together. But, I fixed you up, and you'll be fine. In about a month you'll be up and around like nothing happened."

"George?"

"You mean the guy that's been sitting with your mother? He's fine. Ready for some visitors?"

Mom and George came in, holding hands, both smiling. They told me what happened, then that dad, while not legally drunk, was close, and that he had been arrested for assault with a deadly weapon. I knew that my special panty was gone, removed by the doctors during surgery, leaving only my breast forms. I was a wreck and felt like it, but mom told me that I would be home within a few days. Then…

"Glenda called, she wanted to know how you were. She might stop by later, when you're home."

"Your job will be waiting for you, so don't worry about that Beth. I'll manage, and I promise not to mess up the files."

We talked a bit longer, but I was real tired, and I know that I slipped away while they were there. Four days later I was allowed to go home. Walking hurt a little, but I was in one piece, and that was enough for me. The very next day Glenda showed up while mom was at work.

"You look like hell Beth!"

"Gee, thanks…I needed that!"

"No dear, what you need is to let me do your hair and nails, then listen to a tired old drag queen."

Glenda cut and styled my hair in the kitchen, then did my nails. Her gentle manner and soft tone of voice caused me to listen to her carefully. She was wise in the ways of boys that wanted to be girls, and I could learn much from her.

"They cut away your panty didn't they?" I nodded my head yes. "I can arrange for you to get another one, but is that really what you want?"

"Huh? Of course! You know that!"

"No Beth, I don't. You're still quite young, and I'm assuming that since you changed your name, you plan on becoming a real girl?" I gave her another nod yes. "Then wearing a panty like the one you had will only give you a false sense of yourself. If you're ever going to become a real female, then you'll have to have the courage to let others help you, people that know about these things." My questioning look caused her to sit back. "Beth, that panty was special, yes, but if you're ever going to have a relationship with someone, you'll want to be yourself! The touch, that sense of yourself that only comes when someone you love caresses you will be lost if all they have is a handful of silicone or latex!" She smiled and patted my hand. "I just happen to know someone, and she is simply the best. Maybe you would like me to introduce you?"

"Sure! Of course I would! Thanks!"

"Tomorrow. I'll come get you tomorrow, but bring your mother along will you?"

The next day, the three of us went to the same building where I got the panty, and met a woman who turned out to be the doctor Glenda had mentioned. After a thorough examination, she sat mom and I down in her office for a chat.

"Glenda is a dear friend, and she never brings anyone to see me unless they are very serious. Are you serious about this Elizabeth?"

"Sure!"

"Okay then. My procedure is unlike any others, but it's 100% effective. It's never failed me yet. Shall we begin?"

"Sure" I said eagerly.

With that, she gave me a shot and told me I was done for a while, and I would know when to come back! Nine days later my manhood started to shrink while my breasts hurt like hell. After three weeks I had to remove the breast forms and my panties started to fit again. In two months I had my own shape again, meaning my own breasts, hips, thicker thighs and smooth skin. I was back to work, George and mom were seeing each other, and I was spent my time taking college courses. Eight months after I was given that shot, I went back to the building and went in. The doctor checked me over again, then whisked me to her operating room. Ten hours later when I woke, I knew it was done. The doctor let me call home, but kept me for almost a week.

"Okay Beth, you can go home now. Your transformation is now complete!"

"Thank you so much!"

"Go" she said, "enjoy all that life has to offer, and be the woman you know you are."

It was another two weeks before I felt normal, and stopped by the salon to see Glenda, only she was gone! Marilyn told me that Glenda told her that her task was done and it was time to move on. I felt a great loss, because Glenda had been a source of strength for me. I went home, still saddened by her leaving without a word. Then I heard the giggles, just before mom and George walked out of mom's bedroom together, and it was plain that they hadn't been playing cards.

I never did take part in mom's little stage production, I was in the hospital when it went on, but as it turns out, it seems we all got what we wanted. Both mom and George found each other, I got to become a girl, make a great friend in Glenda, and finally remove my father from my life. Now all I have to do is find that young man that wants to be a girl, and help him achieve his goal.

 

 

 

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