Chronicles of a Woman                            Janet L. Stickney           JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

As I sit here waiting for my daughter to get home from school I glanced around my home. Middle class, we have all of the usual things, maybe even more. I had decorated the house in a nautical theme to remind me of how I came to be here, in this house, married to a wonderful man and have two small children. Kevin, age 11, and Megan age 8.

My name is Nancy, I'm 34 years old, with blond hair and green eyes, I stand 5'6" tall and weigh 118. It wasn't always this way, I was raised as a boy. My name back then was Greg. On a lark I had entered a drawing for a cruise for women, using the name Nancy, and to my great shock, I had won! My mother was livid when she found out, because Nancy of course did not exist. My dad thought it was funny, until he found out that in addition to the cruise, there was a huge cash prize, but I had to attend the cruise to be eligible. That's when mom went into high gear. Why I entered the contest I'll never know for sure, it was just a flyer, you understand don't you? Well, my dad almost insisted that I let mom see if she could turn me into a passable girl, because of the money of course, and being a reasonable 18 year old male, I said no way, nada. That lasted maybe ten nanoseconds. My mother got that look on her face. For the life of me I could not understand what the big deal was about, until mom showed me all of the documents that came with the notice, especially the last two paragraphs.

It said that the winner, me, would be treated to a photo session, a new wardrobe, an all expenses cruise plus the huge cash award. Mom told me that the money alone would pay my way through college, and there was no way they were going to let something so silly as a skirt stand in the way of that. The second paragraph cited the seven different documents I had signed and sent in, which also told mom that it wasn't just a one time thing like I said it was.

"According to this we have about seven months to make you into a young lady, which should be enough time, and of course you will cooperate with us on this."

Mom stressed the word "Will". I remember looking at dad for support, but all I got from him was a shrug of the shoulders. Mom told me to go to my room so she could make some measurements, and when she did, I found out just how complicated women's clothes were. It wasn't just hips waist and chest, it was also the length of my sleeves, the distance from my belly button through my crotch to the small of my back, the length from my shoulders to my waist, then from my waist to my knees.

"I'll make a few calculations, then you and I are going to create a girl named Nancy. Don't go to far!"

I saw mom go into her sewing room and shut the door. I knew that I had stepped into it big time, and short of leaving, running away, there didn't seem to be any way out of this. The only thing they said that made any sense to me was that the money would pay for most of my college education. But in what field? Advanced stupidity? How in the world did they ever think that I could be made to look even slightly like a girl? I mean…I'm a guy! Mom emerged from her sewing room about an hour later, a smile on her face, which was both good, and very bad. One, she thought she would be able to turn me into a girl, and two, she thought she could turn me into a girl. You see the dilemma I'm in don't you?

"With your build I figure you'll wear a size ten, and with some padding here and there you will have the right amount of curves in all of the right places. Tomorrow I'm going to go out and get a few things, then we'll see how you look. You are not to leave the house unless it's on fire, and even then you are to stay out front. Any questions?"

"No Ma'am"

Mom left, and dad just gave me that sad eyed look.

"You did this to yourself Kiddo. Think of it like this, you will certainly be better looking than your cousin Beth, and if you try hard enough, you might even be pretty. Besides, how long did mom say this was going to last?"

"Seven months!"

"Believe me when I say that if you were in the military, seven months would be a snap. You can do this, and no matter what I think of you dressing as a girl, we have to think of the money."

All I could do was try and imagine myself as a girl, and every time it came back as a girl that looked like a clown, or worse. I went to my computer and brought up my graphics program, then a picture of myself and one of my Aunt Claire. Combining the two, I was very surprised to see the results. Then I changed the hair style, creating a girl that I might look like. It made me shiver because it was obvious that this might just work. Claire and I are about the same size, but her hair is brown while mine is blond. She is 31, and I'm 18, so it wasn't hard for me to figure that while I might be awkward in a dress, there was a very strong possibility that mom could pull this off. I saved the combined picture, and went online to see what I could find about men that dress as women. What I found shocked me right to the core! I had only seen a few on television, and they all looked…well, to be kind, not very feminine, or it was some outlandish drag queen. But I found site after site of very pretty women, all of whom were men! I found a site that sold things to help, like breastforms that stick on, padded pantybrief's and even a special kind of panty that hides all traces of someone's manhood! I marked them, then visited several sites that held only fiction about turning boys into girls. There were all kinds of stories by a lot of different authors, so I started by reading some of the reviews. I narrow the list down, then downloaded a few stories and printed them out.

The ideas on how to do different things varied, but each of them had merit, and some of them, while sounding scary to me, did not sound very hard to try. The fact that I might have to dress as a girl for seven months and maybe more, made what I found seem very important, yet no matter how hard I tried, I could not think of a way to get out of this, and worse, I now had a fair idea how I would look. Some small part of me wanted to actually do this I guess, just to see if I was right, but if I was right, that would mean my days as a boy were numbered. Then I had a stray thought. What would happen if I did turn out to look pretty? Would I have to date? Would boys my age find me attractive and ask me out? That alone was not a thought I wanted to dwell on. I heard mom drive in, but stayed in my room. I was going to avoid her as long as possible.

That lasted until the next morning when she told me at breakfast that today was the day.

"Just go to your room and undress to your briefs and I'll be right up. We have a lot to do, so we might as well start early."

Sure enough, almost the minute, I was down to my briefs when mom came in, put a lot of bags on the bed, then opened a jar of skunk urine I think. The smell was enough to gag me, but she began to smear it all over me, from my shoulders and neck all the way down to my ankles, and didn't miss one square inch of skin on the way. When she was done she told me to do my groin in the bath, then wait half and hour before I showered it off. The itching started, but she stood there waiting until finally, she let me hit the shower. The relief was wonderful as the awful cream washed away, but as it did so, all of my body hair washed away as well! With a sigh I shaved as close as possible, washed my hair with the shampoo she gave me, and finally stepped out. My skin felt cold, from the lack of hair I think, but with just a towel wrapped around me I went back into my bedroom.

"I know that you think this is going to be impossible honey, but if you work with me and not fight it, I think you'll be very surprised at the outcome. Now put these on."

The panties were white cotton, a full panty with a wide band at the top. Then mom rubbed a lotion all over me that felt really great but smelled like flowers. She said it would help my skin recover from the chemical hair remover. Then I followed her into her bedroom where she sat me at her vanity.

"Your hair is just long enough for me to set it in the rollers although it needs to be styled at the salon. For now I'll set it in a simple pageboy, then you'll get your first makeup lesson. Watch how I put the rollers in, because I expect you to be able to do this in a few weeks all by yourself."

One by one the rollers turned my head pink, green and blue, then she opened another bag and set out some brand new makeup. Opening the first jar, she explained that it was foundation, then showed me how to apply it. As I drew the creamy beige across my face I saw the changes beginning. The thin trace of my beard disappeared, then, when I used the powder puff to apply the translucent powder, I looked like a ghost! Mom had me wait a few minutes, then I brushed away the excess, which left my face looking smooth, soft and less masculine than I imagined. For eye shadow, mom selected a pale blue with gray over that, which wasn't hard to put on at all. Then came the eyeliner. I looked at the tiny brush, back at mom, then at my reflection. Mom told me to rest my elbow on the vanity, my hand on the mirror, and draw it on, all in one stroke. I did what she told me, and she was right. The black line appeared right where I wanted it, and not down my nose as I anticipated. Sitting back I could not deny what I saw with my own eyes, and my heart sank.

"That's enough for now, lets go and get you dressed."

First came the waist nipper, the eleven hooks up the front drawing me in, leaving me with a 25 inch waist according to mom. Then a brand new padded pantybrief, which gave me rounded hips and bottom while hiding my manhood. The pantyhose gave me the shivers as I drew them up my legs, which made mom smile. The bra was white, one of the new Pushemup styles, in 36 A. As mom watched, I fastened the front hook, and saw that the bra had pulled most of my excess chest into the cups! Mom slipped a small foam pad in each cup, which filled it out and left me with the illusion that I have breasts! The dress was a simple pullover style sheath in dark brown. I felt the zipper slide up as I looked in the mirror. It was a done deal. I no longer looked like myself. I had curves now. Small but pert breasts, hips that filled out the dress but not stretching it. My feet slid into the brown flats, then mom took me back to her vanity where she administered the coup de grace. As the rollers came out my hair lay there curly, making me look like a young Shirley Temple. I was about to say something when he started to brush it out. In minutes she had created a very nice hairstyle! I watched her in the mirror as she clipped a pink and brown barrette to each side of my head, then told me use the blusher, and lastly, the soft red lipstick.

I stood in front of the mirror and saw all of me for the first time. Mom walked up and clipped on some earrings which were gold and pink, then fastened the matching necklace around my neck. I was stuck on the image I saw in front of me, unable to move, or react when mom gave me a spritz of her perfume.

"I would like you to try on the heels. I think they'll go great with this dress."

What did I have to lose now? My feet fit into the heels easily, the pink leather a perfect contrast to the dress.

"Nancy, Nancy!"

"Huh, what mom?"

"Your father is waiting to meet his daughter. Shall we go?"

"Mom I…"

"I know dear. You never thought that you would look like a girl, but you do, and now it's time we introduced you to your father."

His reaction when he saw me was almost worth it. He dropped his pipe on the floor as he popped out of his chair. His mouth hung open and he was staring at me. I'm pretty sure, that like me, he did not anticipate this. Mom told him that this is how I would be dressing from now until this is all over, however long it takes, and he might as well get used to it. Him? What about me? Mom told me that for today I could wear what I had on, but in the morning she and I were going shopping so we could expand my wardrobe just a bit, with a few skirts and blouses, some more flats and heels, and maybe another bra or two, but no slacks, not just yet she said. Dad went back to his paper, mom went into her sewing room, and I was left wondering what to do next. I was stuck on the image in front of me, the mirror reflecting not only the new me, but my immediate future as well. I felt the nylon on my legs as they rubbed together, tasted the lipstick, smelled the perfume, and felt the tension of the bra on my chest. The hem of the dress was just above my knees, the sleeves between my shoulders and elbows, the round neck of the dress hiding my cleavage, yet the twin mounds that stuck out so perky, hinted at delights unseen.

I poured myself a coffee and sat at the kitchen table, sipping at it when the back door flew open. It was my friend Kenny! He and I were like brothers, and often stayed at each others house, and have known each other since we started school. That's why he just barged in. He almost lived here.

"Oh! Sorry! I'm Ken. Is Greg here?"

My mother walked in right then and saved me the embarrassment of speaking to my best friend while dressed this way.

"Hi Ken. Greg isn't here, and I'm afraid he'll be gone for quite a while, maybe a year."

"A year! What did he do? Join the Army or something?"

"I can't tell you Ken, it's a secret. This is Nancy. She'll be staying here while Greg is gone."

I was sure he would figure it out, but when he gave me that smile of his, the one I had seen him use on so many girls over the years, the one that always seemed to work miracles, I knew that he only saw a cute girl sitting there, not his best friend in a dress.

"Hi Nancy. Sorry about barging in like that, it's something Greg and I do. Let me make it up to you by buying you lunch."

"I'm sorry Ken, she can't today or tomorrow, but she'll be free on Friday if the offer still stands."

"Of course! It will be my pleasure. Nice to meet you Nancy, and I'll see you at noon on Friday."

Ken left, and I finally relaxed. I was a ball of nerves the whole time he was there, waiting for him to erupt into a fit of laughter, which mom must have known, yet she set up a date for me with my very best friend, on Friday! I was scared, relieved, angry and happy all at the same time. Scared he would know who I was, relieved he didn't, angry at mom for setting me up, and happy that Ken found me attractive as a girl. Why was I happy he found me attractive was the question.

"Mom!"

"He thinks you're very pretty, which you are, and he'll understand if you have to explain it to him."

I sat there watching my coffee go cold as I wondered again why I was happy he found me attractive. I mean, less than a few hours in a dress and I'm starting to think like a girl? Mom came in and sat down next to me, poured herself a coffee, and looked at me.

"You'll have to get used to a few things Nancy. Men look at us as conquests not equals, and the prettier you are the worse it is. Whether you like it or not, you are pretty, which means that men will be attracted to you. All girls develop a sense that tells them if a guy is dangerous, or if they can be trusted or not. You have the advantage of knowing Ken since you two were children, and you know perfectly well that if he were to find out, he would protect you like you were his sister! There are only a few people that need to know about this, and Ken is one of them. Tomorrow we'll go out and get your hair cut and styled, your nails done and ears pierced, then you and I will spend some time shopping. It will be a chance for you to see for yourself that nobody will ever know if you don't tell them and pay attention to the way you walk, sit use your hands and so on. You're a tenor, so it shouldn't be very hard for you to move up to contralto, which is very feminine and sexy sounding. Think about that, and about Ken."

As much as I wanted to deny it, she was right. Ken is like a brother to me, and withholding something like this from him was simply not possible. Ken is a very masculine guy, tall with dark brown hair, eyes like lumps of coal that lit up whenever he was excited or happy, like today, when he saw me. He played football and boxed while I was on the debate team. Still, I was sure that mom was right. If I explained it to him, and swore him to secrecy, he would think of me as a sister. At least that's what I was hoping would happen when I told mom I was going to walk over and see Ken at his house.

"Not today Nancy. Wait until we have your hair and nails done. Let him think about you some more, so when you do see him on Friday you'll look your best."

The last few moments with Ken there had sent me into shock as I struggled with myself about the way I was dressed. I could not deny the way I look, nor could I deny that I had filled out those forms myself, using the name Nancy. This was all my doing. Except for lady luck of course. If my name had not been drawn, none of this would have happened. Just then dad came in with the mail, and handed me a letter addressed to Nancy. I opened it, and quickly scanned the page, dropping it on the table when I got to the end of the letter. I didn't exactly win, not yet anyway. Me and 19 other girls would have to compete in what was essentially a beauty contest. Ball gowns, evening wear, and of course, swimsuits. Included in the envelope were pictures of previous winners, and in each one the winner was wearing a very brief bikini, the bottom cut high on the sides, forming a Vee right up the front, and a skimpy top that did not consist of enough material to cover one of my shoes! I saw mom read it, then she handed it to dad who read it. They both looked at me as the words formed in my mind.

"I guess that leaves me out! I couldn't wear that kind of suit, and just look at those girls! Every one of them is gorgeous, with big, ah, um, a nice build! I'm all foam rubber and wishful thinking right now!"

"We'll think about this Nancy, but in the meantime I think you should stay just as you are. Seven months is a long time and anything can happen. Besides, you know nothing about any of the other girls! They might be just as concerned as you are!"

"Maybe, but they are girls mom. I'm not, and there isn't any chance the judges will miss a couple of pounds of foam rubber."

The look she gave me did not give me a lot of comfort, especially when she told me that there was a scheduled meeting of all prospective winners that Saturday night! She merely told me it would be our chance to size up the competition, but also a chance for me to get all dressed up! She mentioned the salon again as I felt my back side sinking deeper into the chair. As the day went on I found out that simple things, like sitting down had to be done differently. Bend and slide across rather than plop, and with no pockets, I found myself sitting with my hands folded in my lap since there wasn't anything else to do with them. I felt like I was being overtaken by events that were out of my control. The one fact that kept me from simply tearing the clothes off and changing back to jeans and a tee was the money. Full tuition plus expenses for six years, at any college in the country you were accepted at. That could mean close to $200,000! My parents provided well for us, and while college might have been possible if I went part time, there was no way they could afford what was offered. I knew it, they knew it, and that's the rub. Wear the dresses and act like a girl for seven months, maybe more and take the chance I might win, or give it up and become just another person working for wages.

"What if they pay the money to Nancy, then find out she is not a girl? Isn't that fraud?"

We all looked at dad, the implication of what he said falling like a dead weight on the table.

"Then she would have to attend college as a girl! After that they wouldn't have much to say about it would they?"

Six years as a girl! My life was rapidly spiraling out of control, and we all knew it as I felt their eyes on me. Silent, we all thought about that. Was it worth it to me? Was a college education worth the possibility of my becoming a girl for the next six years? Those pictures lay on the table, starkly reminding me that my chances were less than zero now, so why go on? That's what I told them, but mom said she would call them to make sure about that swimsuit contest. After all, in all of the literature there had been no mention of a beauty contest until this last letter. Dad concurred, so there I sat, still wearing that dress as mom made the call. I could only hear one side of the conversation, but mom was smiling, which wasn't a good sign, at least not from my perspective. She hung up the phone and sat down.

"The beauty contest is only for the clients that sponsored this event, and since they had not spelled out the fact that there would be a beauty contest, they have dropped the swimsuit portion. But the woman did say that it is a requirement for all of the girls to participate in the rest of the pageant, because the sponsors select the ultimate winner. She also said that every girl would win some tuition, the last ten places will get two years fully paid, the other ten from two through six years."

"That means that even now, as long as you show up, you'll get two years tuition no matter what, but you'll still have to be very convincing as a girl, and that means that your mother was right the first time. From now until the cruise you'll have to resign yourself to being a girl, unless of course you would rather give up on wanting to be an engineer."

There it was in all it's naked truth. I recalled how I looked when I saw myself in the mirror, and with a sigh, nodded my head. In my mind I told myself that as soon as this was over I would become myself again, finish school, and get on with my life. Almost three years as a girl, which is bad enough, but it's less than if I joined the military. Dad said nothing when I nodded my head yes, yet I sensed that he understood my reasoning. If this all works out, I'll be the first person in our family to graduate from college. He went back to his small office while mom took out a pad and started to make a list of things that she thought I would need. That's when I went to my room and printed out the list of places that sold things that would make me look more like a female. When I handed her the list, complete with pictures, she choked a bit, but added the breastforms to her list. For the rest of the day I stayed inside, unwilling to go out even though mom encouraged me to. It was a long day.

The next morning mom helped me get ready again, and wearing the same dress with the flats, she carefully urged me outside, then into the car before she took me to her salon. The smells and sounds were all new to me, and I faltered at the door, but mom led me inside and within minutes I was in a chair, my hair washed and ready as Jeri began to cut and trim my hair. Just at my shoulders, I thought she took off to much as the pile of hair grew around me. Then came the rollers followed by and awful scent. While I sat under the dryer another girl did my nails, making them longer with rounded ends, then painting them a soft red. Then it was back to Jeri again. It took her another twenty minutes to take out the rollers, wash my hair again, then dry it before she started brushing it out. The most obvious difference was the color. She had taken me from dirty blond to strawberry blond! My hair stood in waves that cascaded around my face while the back was a mass of small curls. Bangs that were swept to one side completed her efforts, and as I looked I could not believe it. Just the color changed the way I looked, but the way she had styled my hair gave me a very attractive look, which enhanced my green eyes. Mom paid the bill and we were off to the mall.

"Feel better now Nancy?"

"A little I guess. I never realized how much just a haircut would change the way I look!"

"That's why women enjoy a trip to the salon so much. We can change our look with just a new style and some makeup."

After our discussion the day before, when it became obvious that this was my path, I decided to quit fighting it, go all out, and do the best I could. After all, four years of college is better than two, and who knows? I might be in the top ten if I try hard enough. That's why I felt so relaxed. Mom and I walked into the mall together, like any mother and daughter, and while I was a tiny bit edgy I knew in my heart that I had no reason to worry, and simply followed her. Bras and panties, slips and camisoles, nightgowns and pantybrief's piled up in my arms as she and I walked through the lingerie section. Then came the dresses, two of those, four skirts and several blouses, a suit, and then a one piece swimsuit and two pair of shorts. Finally we came to shoes, where I bought heels in red, black and white, flats in white and taupe plus some gym shoes. It seemed like a lot of money to spend, but mom said it was nothing compared to the possible outcome, and simply went on as if we had all the money in the world. In a costume jewelry shop we had my ears pierced and picked up about a dozen pair of earrings, a few bracelets and necklaces. On the way home we stopped at the art supply shop and picked up the materials required to order breasts custom made for me.

Dad did not say a word as mom and I lugged everything in the house, not even a comment about my hair. For some reason, I was disappointed in that. I mean, I'm trying even though I know that my chances are very slim, and besides, After getting over the shock of the way I look this way, I'll admit it isn't as bad as I thought it might be. The least he could do was say it looked good on me. Alone in my room, I tried on the dresses and skirts, which is when I realized that all of them were above my knees in length, two of the skirts even higher at mid thigh. I decided to leave on the shortest one, the green one with the accordion pleats. I changed into a white short sleeved pullover, put on my gym shoes, and touched up my lipstick and added some perfume before I left my room. I looked as good As I would ever get, and went downstairs to see mom and maybe, finally, get a reaction from my dad.

He wasn't home when I went back to the kitchen, but mom was, and she told me that she thought I looked very nice. I had been thinking about Ken, and did not want to just spring this change on him at some lunch, so I told mom I was going over to his house. All she did was remind me not to barge in like he did here. I left through the patio doors and walked across the yards until I was standing at is house. The wind was lifting my skirt a bit, but the maximum hold hairspray Jeri had used held every hair in place. I drew in a deep breath and walked up to the house and rang the bell. His mother answered the door.

"Yes dear! Can I help you?"

In my best contralto voice I asked her if Ken was home, she said yes and invited me inside. This woman has known me all my life, yet she didn't blink an eye when she saw me, and no sign of recognition crossed her face! Ken came down within a minute. I saw his face light up when he saw me, but stood next to his mother without moving.

"Nancy! I didn't expect to see you until tomorrow!"

"Kenny, we have to talk."

"About what?"

"I think I'll leave you two alone. I'll be in the familyroom."

"No, please stay. Can I sit?"

We all sat at the table, Kenny across from me, questions all over his face. As far as he knew, we had just met, so what did we have to talk about? I struggled for the right words, a way to tell him who I really was.

"It's easier if you just say it dear."

"I'm…I am your…Damnit! I'm Greg! Your friend Greg."

Their eyes opened wide when I said that, but I went on to tell them both how I came to be dressing this way, right down to the questions about how long this would last. I felt the tears in my eyes and wiped them away. What I had just said to my best friend was harder than wearing that dress and going out in public.

"I'll go now, and I won't hold it against you if you don't want to see me any more. Bye."

I almost made it to the door when his mother told me to sit down again.

"Kenny, did you know that Nancy was Greg when you first met her?"

"No! I didn't have a clue, although it was kind of odd that Greg would leave for a year and not tell me."

"It seems to me that Nancy is doing this for reasons that are out of her control, and since you two have been friend your entire life, there is no reason for that to stop. Now, I want you two to stay here and talk it out. I'll be in the familyroom."

Ken and I stared at each other for a few minutes, then he smiled at me. He told me that he still thought I was a cute girl, but he didn't understand why I agreed to do this, so I explained it to him again. When I mentioned that I might win as much as six years of college tuition, he asked me for another form! He was kidding of course, but his eyes never left mine, which was disconcerting. I knew him well, and even if he did know that I was his friend, he only saw a girl sitting there, and he reacted as if I was one. He couldn't help it. Then he surprised me by taking my hand in his and told me that lunch was still on. Then he told me that he wanted to see me all fixed up real fancy, and would I go to dinner with him a week from then. He said he had tickets to the dance at the local country club, and wanted me to be his date! Before I could answer him he pulled me out of the chair, and took me to lunch.

We were both confused, he was drawn to me, and I thought that I was lucky to be with him. He is attractive, and never had any trouble getting a date, yet he chose me! In my mind, about all I have going for me is that it turned out that I have great legs and hair. Ken never mentioned my status again, and treated me just like any other girl he would date. When he dropped me off at home I thought he was going to try and kiss me, but that passed and I went inside. Dad was not home yet, so I told mom what had happened, and that Ken had asked me to the special dance. Her only reaction was a smile, then she told me that we better make the molds for my breastforms if I wanted to have them in time for my date next Saturday night.

It wasn't hard to make the molds at all. We followed the instructions exactly, and they turned out perfect. Thinking we were done, mom said no, and told me to strip completely!

"I read that story I found on your desk, and I think we can make you look more like a girl, so lay on the bed, on your back, and I'll get the ice bag."

I knew what she was going to try, and while I had my doubts, she was right about making it easier on my all around. It would eliminate any problems that might arise if I simply folded it away. Mom asked me if I was ready, then put that ice bag right on my groin and held it there, peeking once in a while, until she took it away. She pushed, tugged and folded, then used the superglue to hold everything in place, waiting for a few minutes before she took her hand away.

"Oh my! That works just wonderfully! Stand up and take a look Nancy."

All traces of my manhood had disappeared, replaced by what looked like a vagina! I let my finger trace the thin line that was defined by the folded skin, and felt the very tip of my manhood.

"This will last maybe ten days Nancy, and by then you'll be used to it. Do you have to go? I'd like to see if everything works okay."

I went into the bath, and sure enough, no problem. As I got dressed again, mom told me to use one of the small foam pads just under my waistline, right in front. The panties now fit me like they would any girl, and after I slipped on the pantybrief I had a very feminine shape. I finished getting dressed, then mom and I went to the post office and mailed the forms. My transformation from male to female was virtually complete on the outside, and when I saw that I had a vagina, I began to feel like a girl on the inside as well. The catharsis of denial was over, and I accepted the fact that I will be a girl, and started to enjoy it.

When dad finally came home he had Ken with him, and the two of them carried a vanity up to my room, then set it up, complete with mirror! Ken slyly let his hand run over my bottom when he left the house, but I didn't think anyone saw him do it, so I said nothing. I was wrong, as I found out when mom and I set up the vanity with all my makeup and so on.

"Kenny likes you Nancy, and I mean like a boy likes a girl."

"Huh?"

"Don't play dumb Nancy. I saw him stroke your butt. Did he ever do that before?"

"Uh, no, but…"

"It wasn't an accident and we both know it, which means that when he takes you out to that dance, you should be careful. What I mean is, you'll have breasts, and of course, we took care of your…impediment. He is a male, and males are visual Nancy, which means that he will not be thinking about the past, but only the future, and take it from me, all of the blood will not be in his brain. He'll react instinctively, and that means he'll be trying to get you into his bed. He can't help it, it's the way men are made."

"Mom! I'm not going to do, what I mean is, I won't let him, he knows that I'm not a girl mom! How can you possibly think he'll forget that small fact?"

"Ask me after we get you ready for that date!"

I didn't believe her of course, until two days later. I wore one of my new nightgowns to the familyroom, just to watch television with my folks. I never gave it a thought, and did not wear panties. Since I usually sleep naked, it seemed normal to me. Dad however went ballistic when he saw me. Mom and I had not told him of the changes she made in my anatomy, and unknown to me, the gown was so sheer that it hid nothing at all. Mom reacted quickly, and had me put some panties on, but the damage was done. Dad told me in no uncertain terms that girls my age do not do that, and his daughter, me, wasn't going to start! I almost choked when he said that, because it was the first time he referred to me as his daughter. That's when I understood the impact I had on men, including my father. Mom looked at me and gave me one of her smug smiles.

On Tuesday my breastform arrived, so mom and I went to my room to check them out. I carefully unwrapped them and saw what looked like two living breathing breasts! I held on to my chest and saw that the color was an exact match, even better than we anticipated! Mom read the instructions, cleaned my chest using the stuff they sent along, then using the adhesive, attached them to my chest wall. When she took her hands away it looked as if I had grown those breasts myself! When I put my bra on I saw the way they filled the cups of the bra, and noted the overflow. Mom told me that I was now bigger than an A cup, probably a B, so as soon as I was dressed, we went shopping again. This time I wasn't worried at all, and in fact liked the way I looked now. My babies as I called them, were a clear sign of my femininity, and I loved them! The weight on my chest, the tug at the bra straps and the small bounce combined to make me feel like a woman. I felt fine about everything, until mom insisted that I be fitted for the right bra, and took me into a bra shop. The woman there waited as I slipped off my blouse and bra, then started taking measurements! Not one word about my breasts, and I figured she would spot them as fakes the minute she saw them. I mean, she does this all day long, and should know a real breast, or a fake when she sees one, wouldn't she? Nothing was said, and I found out that I'm now a full B cup, and left the shop with two plain Jane bras, one in peach that is lacy and a demicup, another that is very soft and low cut, with lace trim. But I left the shop wearing a corselet. Peach satin and white lace trim, it pulled my waist down to 24 inches while shelving my breasts like two ripe melons. Mom said I would need it for the dress we have yet to buy.

I was now a girl, and I don't know why I have begun to like it so much. Having to take the time to do my hair and makeup every day, the added restraint of the bra no longer made me feel like a freak, and I actually found myself looking forward to making myself pretty everyday. The subtle shift in my psyche translated into the way I walk, use my hands and talk, all of which only reinforced my newfound femininity. That's why, when we were in the dress shop, the dresses I selected all had a low cut front with a tight bodice, and on one, a very low back. I tried them all on, choosing the one style that mom and I could agree on, but in black. It's strapless with a low cut neckline, fitted bodice and has a flaring skirt that falls well above my knees. It exposed a lot, hinted at more, and yet revealed nothing. I loved it, and later, bought earrings and a choker necklace to match it. Then I stopped at the salon and made an appointment for Saturday afternoon. Mom said nothing when she saw me in the dress.

By the time I got home from the salon I was hungry and made a sandwich, then went to the bath and took a bubblebath, shaving every square inch of skin I could reach, then relaxed in the warm water as the bubbles made my skin silky soft. Peach colored nylon panties and the corselet lay on the bed as I removed the foam pads from the padded pantybrief. I pulled on the panties, then added the foam pads, but in a different way, which gave me a rounder, more natural look. Then I pulled on the peach colored pantybrief and reached for the corselet, wrapped it around myself and fastened the hooks up the front and pulled the strings as tight as I could stand it. The pantyhose made my legs look sexy again, and I was smiling as I sat at the vanity to do my makeup. It didn't take me long as I already knew that I wanted to look sexy. I used a copper and gray eyeshadow with black eyeliner and mascara, a soft rose blusher and deep red lipstick, then some of my new perfume. The dress slipped over my head easily, and as I was about to zip it up, mom came in and helped me, then watched as I attached the earrings and necklace, slipped a ring on each hand, and fluffed my boobs. Stepping into the heels completed the look I was after. Mom asked me if I was out to capture his heart, which made me wonder if she was right.

Ken walked in the house and when his eyes landed on me I had his undivided attention as he let those dark orbs of his amble from my head to my feet with a long stop on my breasts before he looked me in the eye again. His mouth was open, but no sounds were coming out, so mom poked him.

"Gee! Sorry Nancy. You look…spectacular! I didn't think that you…hell!"

"Kenny, that's enough of that kind of talk! Nancy is a beautiful girl and we all know it, don't we Howard?"

Dad, like Ken, was staring at me. "Yes, of course she is beautiful, she is our daughter after all."

Mom took a few pictures of us, separately and together before Ken took my hand and led me to the car. Ken was extremely polite, but over dinner I'll bet he told me more than a few times that he thought I was beautiful. I tried not to get a swelled head, but when the music started and he asked me to dance, I said no because I did not want to embarrass either of us by trying to lead, but he would not take no for an answer, and I was soon on the dance floor with his arms wrapped around me tightly. As we swayed back and forth, I realized that he was excited. I could feel it on my leg whenever we moved. That is the exact moment I knew that mom was right. Ken found me sexually appealing, and that means that he would do whatever he could to seduce me! I could feel his hand as it moved slowly up and down my spine, only occasionally would he let his hand drift to my bottom. As we moved around the floor he whispered my name in my ear, and I looked up, which is when his lips touched mine. Gently, like a puff of warm air, yet it set me shivering even as his lips touched mine again. Longer, yet still gentle, he pulled me even closer as I struggled with the tidal wave of emotions flooding through me. I am a boy, like him, his best friend, yet he was kissing me, and I found myself liking it!

He did not apologize, nor did I mention it, yet it hung between us, the tension of lustful desire versus positive knowledge. On the way home, he parked the car and turned to face me, then he took me into his arms and kissed me again, and not gently. His tongue pushed against my lips, and I opened my mouth to let him invade me even as my arms went around his neck.

"Kenny, I…"

I felt his hand on my leg, then on my tummy as he moved North, toward my breasts. I accidentally touched him, and he was rock hard, while I felt nothing but mounting passion inside. The windows were steaming up, we were both panting hard and I finally broke away. As we sat there staring at each other, the unspoken question between us was why was he attracted to me, and why was I so receptive to his advances? I made him take me home.

I know knew that if I could, I would, or might, have succumbed to him. My outlook about myself had changed dramatically, even more so now that I had submitted to his desires. Becoming a girl for several years did not look so uninviting all of a sudden. After that date, I felt more relaxed than ever, and the following week I found a job in an office as a general clerk. Like most girls my age, I wore shorter skirts and nice blouses. I began to see Ken on a regular basis, but we never went any further than that first time, even though I contemplated it twice. My health care and 401 kicked in, and I knew that I could not go back to being a boy, never. I had become Nancy in mind and soul, so I found a doctor to help me realize that. Being 18, I did not need anyone's permission, and over the next few months I began to feel the changes as my body started to grow softer, more rounded, and the tingling in my breasts went away as soon as my own breasts started to bud. During one of those sessions where mom reattaches everything, she saw the development and asked me about it. When I told her I was never going back to manhood, she said nothing. She attached the breastforms again, but told me to tell her when my bras became to small, as that would signal the end of my wearing breastforms.

That Saturday night it happened. Ken and I were at his house playing a board game with his parents, then, as his mother swept us all aside with one move, she took his father by the hand and left us alone. Almost the minute they were out of sight he took me into his arms and kissed me, then moved me to the couch. I had not planned on this and did not come prepared. All I had on under the skirt were my panties. His hand started to roam again, then, in a lightning move, he put his hand right on me. He found what a girl has, and unable to find the will power I needed to stop him, I spread my legs and let him touch me, the thin slit of my sex clearly not what he expected. His eyes grew wider, then, as he tried to pull my panties down, I stopped him. He was relentless in his quest, and put my hand on his weapon and held it there, even as his other hand released my bra. I felt his hand on my naked skin, my nipple between his fingers as he manipulated me. I felt him, hard in my hand, then ignored that small inner voice that told it was wrong, and began stroking him. Then he moved and unzipped his pants, his weapon, so hard and ready popped out. My hand found him again. I looked in his eyes, knowing that what I was about to do would forever change our relationship. My hand began the movement so familiar to me. It didn't take long for him to erupt, filling my hand. I lay with my head on his chest, knowing that I had forever crossed the line between men and women. I did not feel the slightest remorse at what I had done, and was willing to do it again.

I went home that night knowing, with no doubts, that I was on the right path, but I did not know why I felt this way. I had never before dressed as a girl, and before this, had never contemplated trying it, but whether I won the money for college or not, I knew that would never return to my manhood now. But I had made that decision when I went to see the doctor. It was only now that I understood the effect I was having on everyone else. Three months after I started taking the drugs, I no longer needed the breastforms or padding. I looked smaller breasted and thinner, but what they saw was what there was, and like every woman everywhere, I was discontented with my body. I was to skinny, with not enough breast or hips, I'm still a little awkward doing some things, and I have to be careful how I talk, even though nobody knows that there is a male under all of this. My charade was working just fine. It was about then that dad noticed that I had a wiggle and a jiggle, something that most men do not miss, but he is my father, and after this length of time, he seems to think of me as his daughter. He did not know about my taking hormones or anything about my development, which meant that he did not know that these are my own breasts and hips. I had shown up right after a shower with just my robe on, and he could plainly see that I had cleavage that no breastform would ever match, and of course, my wider hips when I sat down at the table. He didn't mind that Ken was still my friend, but then, he didn't understand that my relationship with Ken had taken a more serious turn either.

He mentioned the obvious, and I turned to mom, who told him right out that the breasts he saw are mine and not the forms, and not implants. I thought he was going to choke, especially when mom told him that Ken and I had expanded our relationship beyond friendship. He looked at me, then asked me what the hell did that mean.

"Howard dear, Nancy is 18 now, almost a grown woman, and what she and Ken do in private is none of our concern, and while I'm not sure, I'll bet they have already had sex."

I thought dad might have a heart attack when she said that. He turned red, then purple, and then back to his normal color.

"Sex! Sex! How can they have sex? They're both boys! Kenny and Greg have known each other for years and now you're telling me that my own son is having sex with his best friend?"

"Howard! Be quiet. Nancy is no longer a boy. She has wider hips, breasts that are almost a B cup, and on top of that, what better person to have as a close friend than Kenny? They already know everything about the other, and Ken is in love with her. All you have to do is look at him whenever she's around and you'll see I'm right!"

"But sex? That's impossible!"

"Well, no dad. I wear a special panty that has a built in vagina."

"A vagina! My son has a vagina? No! It can't be! I've heard of this, but it's not possible without me knowing something like that, not in this house it isn't!"

Mom looked at me, and I stood up, opened my robe so that dad could see that my breasts were real, then I pulled my panties up tight, which enhanced the thin slit that I said was there. His eyes popped open as I let my panties loose. His mouth was working but no sound was coming out. When things settled down, I went up and slipped on some shorts and a top, then went to help mom make dinner. Since this all started, she has been insisting that I learn how to cook and so on. She says every woman has to know these things.

The cruise is less than five weeks away now, and I have been checking my wardrobe carefully to make sure I have everything. I even tired on and bought one of those swimsuits I said I could never wear, because, well, I can wear it. Ken wanted to see me in that suit, so I tried it on for him. The kelly green the suit was made of contrasted nicely with my skin. I stepped out of my room wearing the suit, full makeup, perfume, heels and a smile. Just as I walked into the familyroom dad walked in and saw me as well. Both dad and Ken had a typical male reaction. Shy smiles with wide eyes. I walked back and forth, then went to my room to change into a skirt and blouse. I made Kenny take me to dinner.

After all this time as a woman, I am now just beginning to understand that I can make men, specifically dad and Ken, do things they don't want to do. Mom says that I am developing the intuition women are so famous for. I now have a 36-23-36 figure, and almost all of my beard is gone now, except for trace hair on my upper lip. I was allowed one person to come with me on the cruise, and I asked mom to be with me. After all, she has been my main support all this time. Once we were settled into our room, we went on deck to meet the other girls, which is when I saw a classmate of mine. Of course, she had no idea who I was, and I did not push it. We were all assigned a number, then given the schedule of events. Tomorrow morning there would be interviews with everyone, then free time, then later that night an evening of music and food, but also, each girl would have to walk the stage.

My interview was with a man about my fathers age, nice looking, and he never once cast an ogling eye at me. I told him why I entered, and what I would study if I won, Engineering, and the college I had picked out. He told me I did very well, and later, mom and I sat on the veranda just watching the ocean slip by. That night I wore the black dress, and when it came my turn to walk the stage, I stood up straight, walked to the mike, said my name and what I would be studying, and walked back to the table. The next day was casual day, which means that all of us were subjected to silent but effective watching by the interviewers. How we got along with the other girls and so on. My classmate asked me if we had met before, but I said no, and she dropped it. On the last day, we were all told that we could voluntarily wear our swimsuits, but it wasn't mandatory. It didn't take me long to go and change. Valerie, my classmate had been eyeing me quite often now, and I suspected that she thought I wasn't a girl, which meant that wearing that skimpy suit of mine was almost a requirement now. I stepped out of my room, walked to the main room, and saw that almost every girl had elected to do the same. Valerie took one look at me, and I saw what seemed to be a one hundred percent female standing there. Smiling I walked across the stage as directed, then with the others, waited for the results.

I ended up with a four year scholarship! When mom and I were packing to go home, Valerie stopped by our room.

"I don't know how you did it Nancy, but I think that you're a friend I went to school with. A male friend."

"As you can plainly see, Nancy is my daughter, and always has been. Maybe she reminds you of someone."

"Maybe. I saw you in that scrap of material you called a swimsuit, and I just know that no guy could wear that and get away with it, but you sure reminded me of someone."

"Thanks Valerie. Why didn't you wear a suit?"

"My mother says its just a way for the men to see half naked girls without getting arrested, so she wouldn't let me."

Valerie left and we continued to pack. Once on shore we were met by dad and Ken. You would have thought that we were gone for months by the way they treated us. Dad drove us home, a two day ride, stopping once for the night. The sleeping arrangements were never said out loud, but when Ken put my bags in his room and my parents, especially dad, didn't object, I knew that he and Ken had reached an understanding. I hung up our clothes while he watched me from the bed, then he stood up and stripped all his clothes off and stood there in front of me. God he is handsome. His fingers found the buttons on my blouse, and one by one he slowly undid them, then, with a practiced motion, my bra fell loose. I flicked them away and waited for him to undress me the rest of the way. The lights went off, then he led me to the huge bed. We explored each other with our fingers, then he took charge and I was looking at the ceiling as he rolled over on top of me. I had to help him, but he found the mark, and I could feel him inside the panty as he pushed down and in. I held him in my arms as he took me, waiting until he was done before I pushed him on his back. My hand found him, and I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had wanted to do this for a long time now. The night went by quickly after we exhausted each other, lost in lust and love as only the young can be. All night long my fingers traced the hair on his chest.

A few months after we returned, I went to the hospital and my transformation was complete. I was now a woman. During the six week healing period, I received a letter that said my winning was being contested. The stated reason was that I was a male, and only women could win. Our lawyer sent them a reply, telling them that I would be happy to submit to a physical, but due to my schedule, it would have to be two months down the road and they agreed. Dad now knew, I think he knew before this, that as a male, I had left long ago, and now he calls me his Princess. He is the kind of father every girl would want. Protective yet letting me be myself, Stern, yet without the rancor, loving without any suggestion of desire. I love him so much, and now, as his daughter, I can express it in ways I never could have as a male, and I think he likes it that way. While I was away on the cruise, he had redone my bedroom, and it's now pink and white with small flowers on the wallpaper. He said it was in case I lost, but I knew better.

I had the exam at my doctors office. Mom, our doctor, their doctor, and myself were in the room. I lay on the table with my legs spread, wondering if he would see the marks from the surgery, but he didn't say a word after my doctor pushed his finger into me. Satisfied that I was a female, he confirmed my winning, and gave me a certificate that entitled me to the scholarship. All I had to due was turn it in when I registered at school. I went back to work, just as confident as any other woman about myself and my ability to please my man. Ken had yet to enjoy my newest equipment, but the doctor said that he and I could, and I was planning on seducing him this weekend. I got the call at two in the afternoon.

"Nancy, honey, there has been an accident. It's Ken."

Mom told me which hospital he was at and I drove as quickly as possible to get there, but he was gone before I made it. He lay there on the bed, looking like he was asleep. Everything he was, everything he wanted to do was gone. My parents and his showed up right after I did, and we shared out grief. The funereal wasn't very big, but it signaled a change in al of our lives. Ken was gone, and I would have to rebuild my life without him. It was hard going on, but I started college that fall. The classes weren't that hard and I did pretty well, and took a few more classes so that I would be able to graduate quicker. In one of those classes I met Ron. I knew him from high school, but of course he only knew me as Nancy, and I did not upset that. The down side is that he is Valerie's twin brother. He asked me out, and I said yes, simply because I was so lonely. He was funny and quick, smart as all get out, and not bad looking. I really enjoyed being with him. He was so different than Ken, yet he had a charisma that drew me to him. After our third date he took me to his house so I could meet his parents, and of course, Valerie. She and I locked eyes, then she started to giggle!

"Hi Nancy."

"Hi Valerie."

"You two know each other?"

"We were on the same cruise Ron. Nancy won a four year scholarship."

"You did too!"

After that we all relaxed. His father was a real hoot. Bad jokes punctuated his conversation, yet it was all clean, and I saw where Ron got his humor from. Valerie was warm and friendly, but Ron's mother kept giving me the eye, until I finally asked her why. She told me that she was the one that lodged the complaint, and after the results came back that I really was a girl, she was shocked.

"I'm sorry, but I was so sure, especially when I saw you with your mother, I thought I remembered her from when you were in school."

"Don't worry about it. All of us remind someone of someone else."

Valerie, her mother, and I set the table while Ron and his dad tended the barbecue. Dinner was wonderful, then Ron took me home later. I wanted to tell him I resented his mother, but kept my mouth shut, not wanting to raise any more doubts.

I dated Ron almost all the way through that year before we reached the point of intimacy, and being my first, he was special. He did not let me down. Gentle and patient, he tended to my every need while letting me guide him. His tall lanky body, while so different than Ken's was no less exciting to me. He lifted me to heights unknown, and proved to me that I am a woman, quite capable of making a man happy. In our Junior year he asked me to marry him. I was 21 then, and said yes. After it was announced, there was a flurry of events, bridal showers, buying a wedding dress and so on. Valerie and I often went shopping together, and became very close friends. She was my Maid of honor. The wedding was not huge, but we had a lot of guests, and I was nervous as I started down the aisle. This was so far removed from what I had anticipated when this all began that I still wondered if it was all a dream. Ron and I were married, and settle into the married dorm at the college. With both of us working and going to school, we had little time together, but we made the most of it and soon grew accustomed to the schedule. I graduated first, and took a job, but not as an Engineer. I was hired as the floor manager for a huge R&D lab! Ron graduated the next semester, and we moved into a small house. He wanted to start a family, but of course that was impossible. That's when I told him I could not bear children due to a childhood defect. I did not tell him I was a male at birth.

He came up with the idea, which I knew could be done, so I asked mom. She donated some of her eggs, which were then fertilized with Ron's sperm, and implanted into my abdomen. Our first child was a boy we named Kevin. Bright blue eyes and a healthy scream, he introduced me to the joys of motherhood, including the 2am feeding, yet I was content. Ron was overjoyed to have a son, and Valerie spoiled him beyond belief, just like both sets of Grandparents, yet I did not mind at all. Kevin was 3 when Megan was born, and we have decided to stop. Content with my life, I no longer worried about being thought of as a man turned woman, because, after all, I gave birth to two children.

 

Life Takes an odd turn

While I was waiting for Megan to get home from school, Kevin appeared, but he was wearing a dress of his sisters, a barrette askew in his hair and lipstick smeared on his face.

"Am I pretty mommy?"

"You are just adorable honey, but why are you wearing your sisters dress?"

"I want to be pretty like you mommy."

I helped him clean up and change clothes, but I wondered if this is the beginning, or a fitting conclusion. I didn't tell Ron, but as Kevin grew older, I caught him playing dress up in my clothes a few more times, which is when I realized that my son might be about to travel the same road I had gone down. Knowing the fear attached to that road and not wanting him to be afraid, I asked him if he wanted me to help him. Through the stammering and denials, tears and sobs, he finally said yes. That's when I had to tell Ron that our son wanted to become a girl, or at least be able to dress up like one once in a while. Kevin was 11 at the time. Ron was not as vehemently against it as I thought he might be, but insisted that if he let Kevin do this, I would have to make sure that he looked just like any girl his age, right down to the hair. Ron also told me that if he let Kevin do this, then he would expect him to play, act, and become this little girl he thought he wanted to dress like. I knew better, but I know that Ron expected Kevin to back down. I went out and bought a complete outfit for my son, from panties and a small training bra to tights and small heels. I bought him the frilliest dress I could find, with cute little earrings and necklace to match, and a tiny purse to match the dress.

I did not want my son to do this either, and by making him wear something as feminine as this dress, I would know just how strong his drive is. If he refused, it would be over, but if he eagerly wore the dress, well, we would know. That Saturday I sent Megan to stay with Valerie and Ron went to a game with his friends.

"Kevin, come in here with me. I have something for you."

He saw the dress the minute he walked in the room, his eyes lit up, and sadly, I had my answer. It took about an hour to get him dressed. I did not pad the bra of course, I just had him wear it. Panties with four rows of frilly lace trim on the bottom, which I made him wear over the tights, two heavy petticoats, a camisole, and of course, the dress. His feet slid into the heels, then I sat him at my vanity to do just a touch of makeup. I brushed his hair into twin pigtails and used the pink elephants on the ends to match the pink ribbon I had woven into his hair for accent. Pink lipstick and a small dab of perfume, then I let him see the results in the mirror.

"Mommy! Mommy! I'm just like you now!"

He was right, but didn't know how right he was. Kevin wore the dress for the rest of the day, even outside when we ate lunch. He gave himself the name Sara. Ron saw Sara for only a few minutes before I made him change into his pajamas and go to bed. Megan never saw him, and would not have understood anyway.

"He calls himself Sara?"

"He didn't bat an eye when I showed him that dress Ron. In fact, he could hardly wait to get it on! He must have thought about this a lot if he already had a name for himself. I made sure that he was so far over the top in frills and lace that I was sure he would cringe at the idea of wearing it, but he didn't. He even went outside a few times today."

Ron didn't say anything, but I saw the disappointment in his eyes, yet I have a duty to my son, and if he decides that he wants to be a girl, then I have to help him. I'll slow him down, and put roadblocks in his way, but he is the one in control of his destiny and all I can do is guide him to sure femininity, or drive him back to manhood. Kevin never mentioned dressing up again for the entire week, but on Saturday morning he asked me why he had to wear such a frilly dress when all of the other girls wore simple skirts and blouses! The key words in that was "other girls", which meant that he thought of himself as a girl! I explained to him that little boys do not wear dresses or skirts, expecting him to agree, which is when he told me he wasn't a boy, but a girl that was special! He had that right I guess. He will be a special kind of girl. Of course, Megan is now 8, and would know that boys don't wear dresses, so having Kevin appear in one would not be the best thing for him. Knowing the pain that was in store for him if he insisted on doing this, I tried everything I could think of to deter him, but in the end, I knew it was hopeless.

Kevin never asked to wear a dress again, until that fall, for the costume party at the school. Both Ron and I tried to talk him out of it, but in the end I bought him a very nice party dress and shoes. When it came time to get him ready for the party, I did something I thought would make him drop it right then. I put a diaper on him, then plastic pants, and over that, a very white ruffled panty. The dress is all red satin with a black velvet top trimmed in white lace. I did his hair in pigtails, then had him wear white tights and black Maryjanes. I did his makeup, added earrings and a necklace, spritzed him with perfume, and lastly, added three petticoats under the dress. I told him he was going as a young girl, a very young girl. As he took his first step I could hear the plastic panties crinkling, and hoped he would rip the clothes off, but all he did was smile!

My son traipsed off to school as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to wear a diaper and a dress, without so much as a blink he had accepted the most feminine little girl outfit I could find. With a sigh I understood. My son was traveling down the same road I had been on. That afternoon he returned home with the prize for best costume, all smiles of course. I helped him undress and change clothes, returning to his male self. I heard the door opening. Ron was home. Kevin carefully hung the dress in his closet, then took my hand as we went to greet his Father, and my husband. I wasn't quite sure that Ron was seeing his son, or his daughter. Time will tell.

 

 

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