Cousin Virgil                     by Rachel Ann Cooper     © 1998

 

It had been over two years since Jess had seen his cousin Virgil who lived with his maiden aunt Jane. From what he could remember of him, Virg was every bit as much of a hellion as he had become since his Dad went to prison. Jess’ Mom, Susan, was still employed at the same bar, working until all hours and usually not showing up until it was time for him to go off to school, which he quite often skipped if she didn’t come home. He was old enough to know she was sleeping around but he didn’t care as long as she fed him and let him run wild.

He was fourteen now and his mother thought she could leave him alone. After he had been expelled from school for the second time that year, the courts thought otherwise and declared her an unfit mother, leaving her a choice of giving Jess over as a ward of the State or sending him to Aunt Jane and making her his legal guardian with full custody. Even Susan, in her drunken and debauched state of mind didn’t want to see Jessup end up in State control, even though she knew he may end up there just like his father if he didn’t settle down. She opted for Aunt Jane and Jane accepted what was to be, as she would soon find out, a challenge, but not one that she couldn’t handle.

Susan took Jess to the bus depot, kissed him goodbye and happily went home to bed, relieved that she no longer had an unruly teen ager to deal with. How callus and self centered! Her life would take some interesting turns, but that is for another time. The ride to Aunt Jane’s was rather long, five hours non stop, and he didn’t think he’d be seeing much of his mother from then on but he was certainly looking forward to spending time with his rebellious counterpart, cousin Virgil. It was April and things were starting to warm up in the north. Jess figured he’d probably get out of that semester of school since he got kicked out in the middle of it.

Arriving at the bus terminal in downtown Chicago, he began scanning the crowd for his Aunt and Virgil. It was Saturday and he figured Virg would want to come along and renew old times. He saw Aunt Jane but not Virgil. "Hi Aunt Jane. Where’s Virgil?" "Uh...he is at home cleaning up the kitchen for me. He’ll be very glad to see you, I’m sure. Give me that other bag and we can get going. My car is over there." And so we loaded my stuff, which didn’t amount to much, into her trunk with lots of room left over and headed out of the parking lot. I remembered that they lived on the outskirts of the city an a fairly nice neighborhood. At least it wasn’t wall to wall apartment buildings with nothing but on street parking. Aunt Jane actually had a rather nice six room house and a fenced in yard.

As they pulled up in the driveway, he noticed that the basketball hoop was missing from the front of the garage. "What happened to the hoop, Aunt Jane?" "Oh, we don’t need that any more Jess, so I had a handyman take it down." "Don’t need it?" "That’s right. I think it will become clear to you soon enough. Again, Aunt Jane helped me in with my bags. I was a slight kid for 14, probably 120 pounds and not a smidgen over 5'5" tall with defiantly long blond hair and a hoop earring in my left ear. I wanted to get a tattoo but mom wouldn’t let me. I was glad for the help. I wasn’t really very strong. She let me carry the heavy one though and I struggled up the porch stairs with it, setting it down while she opened the door for us.

The place was just like I remembered it, a bit old fashioned, except that instead of the usual mess that Virgil had always made of the place with his games and stuff, the house was now spotless. "Did you hire a maid, Aunt Jane?" "In a manner of speaking honey, yes, we sort of have a maid now." Apparently she was still in the kitchen as I heard the clatter of silverware being put away. "Where’s Virgil, I asked?" "He’s not here honey. Let me introduce you to my new helper." "But you said he was here helping you with the kitch...and just then I rounded the corner and saw Aunt Jane’s new maid. It was. ..Virgil. At least she resembled what I remembered Virgil looking like only this girl had beautiful, long auburn hair to her shoulders, the same color and Virg’s, and was wearing a shirtwaist dress and black leather flats. She had nice boobs too for her age and she was soft and round where a girl should be round and had a tiny waistline. She only wore a little lipstick and had small dangle earrings that sparkled when she moved her head. I was a little awestruck by her good looks. Nice bod, I thought. Aunt Jane jarred me awake with, "Jess, I’d like to present your cousin Virginia." "And Virginia answered back in her sweet voice, "Jess, it is so nice to see you again. Please have a seat and let me get you a cup of tea."

"Uh...yeah. That would be fine. Thanks. I sat down quickly as my legs were a little wobbly at this point. Aunt Jane, what’s going on here? What’s become of Virgil?" And then, stupid me, it hit full force.

I had just been introduced to Virgil only now he wasn’t Virgil anymore!

It was a good thing I was sitting down. The exertion from carrying my bag was tiring but this, this was unbelievable. I had to catch my breath.

"Virgil?" "No Jess. Not anymore. I only answer to Virginia now. I’m a girl and I’ve come to like it." Her voice was soft, lilting, light and utterly feminine and she sounded sincere. This couldn’t be my cousin "You’ve got to be kidding. After all the hell we raised together? You? A GIRL and LIKE it? How? When? Somebody, please explain this before I collapse." "Maybe Auntie had better explain it to you. She is the one responsible for showing me the light." "Alright Ginny, I’ll explain."

"You remember the both of you as ‘wild and crazy guys’ as Steve Martin would say. Well, that became a real problem. Virgil got in some trouble, stole a bicycle and got in some fights. I suppose the fights wouldn’t have been that bad, only he is built like you and invariably came home quite bloody. It had to stop, the lying, the stealing, the fights; it was more than I could stand and then Virgil’s counselor at school made what, at the time, sounded like a wild suggestion."

" However, after considering it carefully, I reasoned it the only way and so here you have it, the solution to Virgil’s and my problems, namely, Ginny here. Her counselor even got the court to rule on it and so Virginia is legally female, although we are just working on the preliminary stages of that. She’s not completely female, but when she graduates, she will be. So, what do you think of your cousin Virginia, Jessie?" "My name’s Jess and I’m just plain blown away. Ginny, you are...beautiful. Are those...your figure. It’s so...real!" "Yes, Jessie, it’s all me. My body doesn’t get any boy hormones anymore, only girl ones. I will never have to shave or worry about my voice changing or any of that stuff now. Isn’t it great?"

"Well, maybe you think it’s great Ginny, but from where I sit, it’s just awful. Who am I going to raise Cain with now? We used to have such great times together!" "Oh, we still can Jessie, only it will be a little different. I think you’ll really enjoy it as much as I do." "Wait just a darn minute Ginny! Are you hinting at what I think you are? Are you saying that I’m going to end up...like you? A GIRL?"

"I guess your Mom didn’t tell you huh? It figures. You never would have come. You’d probably have run away from home and that would be really dumb. Yes Jessie, you have also been ordered by the court to become a girl just like me under the care of Dr. Benet at the University of Chicago. We’ll have such fun. It will be just like old times except they’ll be girl times, and they are really just as much fun and not nearly so dangerous. You’re just going to love it. You’ve started already."

"What do you mean, ‘I’ve started already’?" "Your tea." "So that’s why it tasted a little off. What did you put in it?" "Nothing much. Just a little tranquilizer so you wouldn’t fight us." "So that’s why I’m so relaxed and feel weak."

"Exactly. Now why don’t you be a good girl and pull down your jeans so we can give you your shots?" "Shots? NO WAY! I’m NOT a GIRL and I’m not going to be!" "Oh yes, Jessie, way! You aren’t strong enough to fight both of us. Drop them or we do it for you. OK. Have it your way." And with that, Aunt Jane began undoing my belt and zipper. She pulled me into a standing position and Ginny pulled down my jeans and shorts and then Ginny rubbed some alcohol on my butt and slammed two big shots into me while Aunt Jane held me.

"There now Jessie. That wasn’t so bad, was it? You’ll be getting that twice a week for the next six months and then only once a month. Here. Swallow this pill. Here’s some water." I took the pill. What else could I do? I was very mellow at that point and just wanted to go to bed. "Can I go to bed now Auntie?"

"I like that. Yes dear you may and do keep calling me Auntie. That’s sweet. Please undress here and your room is upstairs at the end of the hall. Ginny, go up and lay out something for Jessie to sleep in while I help him upstairs." "Yes Auntie. Right away." And with that Ginny scampered up ahead of us running down the hall, her hair and skirt flowing behind her. I still had my shorts on of course, but as soon as she got me to the door, Auntie made me take them off saying, "Jessie honey, everything you need to wear is here in this room and she pushed me inside stark naked.

I stood there pretty much in daze as she slipped my first pair of lacy panties up my legs and my silky nightie over my head. I couldn’t find the strength to protest. I was so weak. I just wanted to sleep. She led me over to the bed and drew back the covers to reveal beautiful satin sheets and pillow cases. I snuggled down and she tucked me in. I vaguely remember the last thing she said to me, "that’s a good girl. Get some rest and we’ll see you for dinner." I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamt I was strapped to an operating table and some guy was pouring some kind of goo all over my crotch while I watched everything there dissolve.

I guess that was what woke me up along with the sound of the knock on the door and Ginny telling me it was time for dinner soon and I’d better get dressed. I was still groggy but reality began to creep back in, and I realized that I was luxuriating in satin panties, satin gown and between satin sheets in a very comfortable bed. I had the strangest feeling and I hated it. It felt GOOD.

Well, I’d better wash up and get some clothes on. Putting on my slippers, I went to my little bathroom and discovered it had everything I needed, that is, if I were a girl. After I washed my face, I checked out my dresser. It was filled with hose and lingerie, silky, sexy girly stuff.

My stuff was nowhere in sight. I’d put on the slippers without thinking and then looked down to discover they were girl’s slides with about a two inch heel. It hadn’t even registered. I looked in the closet. All I could find was skirts and blouses and dresses and pretty shoes and purses. Again, not a boy thing in sight. "AUNTIE? I screamed at the top of my lungs."

"You don’t have to shout. I’m right here dear." "Where is my stuff?" "That IS your ‘stuff’ honey. That’s the only clothing you’ll be wearing from now on. Ginny and I have gone through your luggage and gotten out the books and a few other things you’ll need. The rest has been taken to a charity drop off at the supermarket. Your girly magazines that made that case so heavy have been tossed in a dumpster. You won’t be needing those anymore dear."

"You DIDN’T!" "Of course we did darling. You are legally mine and you have been ordered by the court to become my niece and that you will do, so find something to wear." I must have looked like an idiot standing there with my mouth open, not knowing quite what to say or do. "Oh, never mind. I’ll get an outfit together for you this time and then Ginny can begin teaching you what goes with what. While I’m at it, I want you to take stock of what’s in your drawers. The hose and garter belts and knee highs are in the top; the bras and camisoles are in the next one; the slips and chemises and teddies are in the next one and the bottom has your foundation garments and panties." Thinking back, I guess she took it as easy on me as she could. She got out a pair of knee highs, slacks, a light yellow blouse, a pair of flats, a bra and a yellow ribbon for my hair. I knew how to dress myself. I’d seen my mother do it a million times. "That’s just an A minus cup honey but you need to get used to the feel of a bra. I want you to wear it all the time for a while, even when in bed. You’ll be needing it soon enough. I was still too weak to resist her although I really wanted to.

She was at least three inches taller than me though and probably outweighed me by 40 or 50 pounds. I got the picture. I’d been bloodied a few times and didn’t like it. "Alright now Jessie. Please come downstairs and put on an apron as we have some housework to do besides the kitchen. We had a party here last night and we need to clean up the family room. I will help this time but, as a rule, you two girls will be responsible for the household chores." "I am NOT a GIRL Auntie!"

"Honey, I thought we already told you about that. No, not yet, but you soon will be and you’ll just have to get used to it and all that goes with that." "I don’t understand." "Oh, you know, hair, nails, skin care, leg shaving, makeup, school, housework, boys." "BOYS? You’ve got to be kidding Auntie. No way am I getting near another boy like this or wearing anything I see in that room." "You can’t be near ‘another boy’ unless you ARE one Jessie, remember?"

"Oh Jessie, I can see your mother in you as a young woman. She was quite pretty and you will be too. I’m afraid boys are going to be a fact of life for you sweetie." "And don’t call me sweetie. I’ll never be a sweetie like Virginia. GAWD, I can’t believe this. You’re going to turn me into a damn girl with the court’s and my mother’s blessing. It’s just not fair. I won’t let you." "Watch your mouth young lady and here, dry those tears. We don’t want our eyes all puffy, do we? I don’t want Ginny to think I’ve been up here beating on you." "You wouldn’t, would you?" "Not unless I have to dear. Only if I have to." Well, she sure made THAT plain enough, didn’t she?

Again I got this picture of the ambulance hauling me away. I guess I’d have to play along until I saw a chance to escape. In the meantime I’d scope out the town and see what I could do and where I could go, bearing in mind that I had less than $50. in my possession. If I spent the whole thing on a bus, how would I eat and where would I sleep. This would take some time to plan out, maybe even several months. Well, I’m young. I have time. Surely that stuff they’re pumping into me couldn’t get to me that fast! I put my clothes on like a good girl. The time wasn’t ripe yet for the rebellion. First , I had to really test out my cousin and see if he, pardon me , she had really turned on me. From what I saw so far, I couldn’t tell her from any other girl. I looked in the mirror. Well, I did look sort of nice but it wasn’t me and I vowed to go kicking and screaming into the grave of femininity. I was a bit sullen the rest of the day but finally did lend Ginny a hand with dinner.

I guess it wasn’t really fair for her to have to wait on me hand and foot as we were the same age and I was no longer a guest but a resident of the household. (Sigh) I suppose this means I’m going to have to do chores. Mom never made me do chores but then, she didn’t do them either.

Well, aside from what I’ll be wearing, it won’t be as boring as sitting around watching TV waiting for Mom to wake up so she can go get laid again. It was almost a relief to be in a house where someone actually cared whether I lived or died. Yeah. I kind of liked that part. When it was bath time that night, I didn’t give my aunt any lip. I just went and did what she told me, shaved my legs and armpits and got into a pretty nightie and my slippers and came downstairs to kiss her goodnight. What a trip. Maybe I could lull her into a stupor if I pretended to go along with her. I’d have to think on that a while.

"Well, you look very nice Jessie. Turn around. Yes, very nice but keep your pony tail on top of your head dear, up at the crown where it belongs.

She proceeded to place it where she wanted it. I felt so girlish with it up there swinging around. I kissed her goodnight and went to bed. Tonight, I was in less of a rebellious mood and enjoyed the feeling of the clean sheets, something I rarely had at home, and my nightie, and drifted off after taking my pill. Ginny woke me up the next morning telling me to get my robe on and come help her fix breakfast. It was our job to take care of the house and do the meals. I put on the satin robe and a pair of pancake skimmers with a bow at the vamp and stumped on down behind her to the kitchen.

"Virgil, what’s with...?" "Stop calling me Virgil, Jessie. You can call me Virginia or Ginny and that’s it. Aunt Jane will come down on you too.

Get used to it." "Oh, alright already then Ginny, what’s with us having to get breakfast anyway?" "We have to eat anyway and so we get Aunt Jane’s too." "So what do we eat?" "Something that doesn’t make us fat, like maybe toast and eggs or an omelette, cereal, something like that." "What happened to sausage and bacon and waffles and stuff?" "Again, fat. You don’t understand yet. Girl’s hormones seem to attract fat and we have to be weight conscious or we’ll be tubs and I am NOT going to be a tub."

"I...uh...you...uh, do have a cute figure, Virg...inia." "Thanks Jessie. You’ll catch up. Don’t worry." "Oh, believe me, I’m not worrying, at least not about that. What’s with the shots and the pills? Is that what does it?" "Yes, and they calm you down too. There’s a time when a sort of mental shift takes place and you all of a sudden don’t seem to mind anymore. As young as we are, they even reshape our skeletons so that you can’t tell them from a regular female’s. You may even get to like it." "NEVER EVER! There is no way those stupid shots are going to get to me. Mind over matter. You’ll see." "Well, I’m sure you’re right Jessie. Just don’t worry about it and play along. As long as you keep Aunt Jane thinking she is winning, she won’t give you a hard time and believe me, you don’t want to give her a hard time."

"I don’t think I should just cave in though. That would take all the fun out of it. I think I ought to give her at least a little hard time and that way she’ll think she’s winning me over to all this crap." "Sounds good to me Jessie. That way she won’t see it coming when you revolt and win the game."

"Hey, that’s a pretty good idea. I could just make her think I’m buying all this girly stuff and she won’t be expecting it when I make my break." "Now you’ve got the idea Jessie. Just lull her to sleep until you’re ready." "Yeah, OK." "Well, I’m supposed to be teaching you about all this stuff, so listen up ‘cause she’ll expect you to know it, alright?" "Yeah, I guess I’ll have to, won’t I? So, what are you making?" "A ham and cheese omelette with peppers and onions. How about taking that chef’s knife and chopping the peppers and onions into little pieces, OK?" "Sure." "Oh, she’ll want you to wear an apron. Sorry!" "No problem. I can handle an apron alright. How bad could that be?" "You haven’t seen the apron." "Oh, wow! I see what you mean. Frilly, ain’t it?" "That’s the way she likes them Jessie. Really feminine. She want’s everything very feminine where we are concerned so don’t go berserk on her or you’ll end up in the dungeon or worse."

"The dungeon?" "Well, that’s what I call it. She’ll put you in a corset and a dress and high heels and tie you up in your room until you relent and give up." "Wow. Yeah, I can skip that all right. I think I’ll just go along with the little upgrades she’s going to lay on me and those damn hormones." "Well, don’t worry about them. They won’t hurt you. You may find yourself putting on a little weight though but not a lot, not like really fat or anything, just maybe a little more butt and of course, you’re going to grow fillers for your bras." "Yeah, that’s pretty scary."

"Well, I’m too skinny there anyway, so that won’t hurt. OK. I’ll pretend to play her game until I can figure a way out. You’re not going to rat me out are you old buddy?" "Heck no Jessie. We’ve had too many good times for me to do anything like that to you but you ARE going to have to keep taking the shots and pills though. I can’t help you with that part." "OK. I can take it. But from now on, how about not drugging me first, OK? Since I know I’m going to get them anyway, there ain’t much point in wasting half a day sleeping from the tranq now, is there?" "Not if you’d rather be doing something else and you’ll have school work to do and Aunt Jane said she’s going to get you a new computer so I know you’ll like that."

"Man, you bet. Mom could never afford a decent one. I’d love to go surfing and I know they’re great for research for homework too. That sounds great. I promise to be a good ‘girl’, ho ho! Will she let me play games on it too?" "Sure, as long as the school work is done first and you can prove it. I’m getting As and Bs now and she’s really happy about that and I’ll probably get a scholarship somewhere to college. Never figured on going to college but from what I’ve been hearing, it’s beginning to sound like fun. Lots of parties and stuff on the weekends and lots of sports. You still like sports don’t you?"

"Love em all, just like always, especially football and basketball." "Well, maybe we can go together. Who knows? Anyway, we aren’t going to be getting into the kind of trouble we used to so we may as well put that energy to some good use and get good grades with it. Your Mom would shit a brick if she knew you were bringing home As in something wouldn’t she?" "Man, would she ever. Serve her right for all the time she left me alone getting in trouble. I guess if it’s a choice between here or jail, I’d sure prefer here under any conditions."

"Hold that thought, Jessie and try to stay straight. Around here, it will pay off in the long run. I know you don’t want to end up like your Dad." "Yeah, what a bum. If I were religious, I’d probably pray for him. He sure could use it." "Why don’t you?" "Tell you the truth Ginny, I don’t know how." "Well, we’ll be going to church so maybe you’ll catch on. Are you done with the chopping?" "Yes, here, toss ‘em in. How come you beat that so hard?" "That’s what makes a really fluffy omelette." "Oh. Alright. Next time, I get to do it, OK?" "Sure. You’re definitely going to want to learn to cook. It’s a survival skill no matter what gender you are. You’ve got to eat so why not eat well?" "Good point. Burgers and fries get boring in a hurry even if you mix in a pizza once in a while."

"Well, we eat a lot better than that around here."

"Good morning girls. Did we sleep well?" "Yes, Aunt Jane," they chimed in unison. "Pour the Juice Ginny and take your pills girls and let’s get on with our day. We have a lot to do, not the least of which is getting Jessie a little trim and a styling at the salon. I think we ought to get you a little different color too dear so that you won’t be so self conscious about looking like a girl and we’ve definitely got to get those ears double pierced and some nice acrylic nails until yours grow out. You’ll never get a chance to learn to use your hands like a lady if you don’t have the right length nails honey." ‘Do I have to Auntie?" "You’ll get used to it honey and then you’ll like it. Pretty hands are a real asset to a girl, you’ll see. And once you learn to use them properly, you’ll get compliments on them, you’ll see." ‘Gee, I can’t wait." "Was that a facetious remark young lady?" "Yes, Ma’am." "You are going to try my patience aren’t you Jessie?" "I hope so Aunt Jane."<grin>

"Ginny, go with Jessie and see that she has a nice costume to work in today and then we are going shopping for some groceries and don’t forget the pinafore apron." "Come on, Jessie. Let’s get you dressed. We won’t get too radical today. Now, let’s see. First, brush your hair really well; that will bring out the shine and then put it up in a pony tail and tie it with this ribbon.." "A ribbon, Ginny?" "Auntie likes things feminine, remember?" "Yeah!"

"Now the bra. Hook it in front and twist it around and pull it up. Now let me show you how to get some of that flesh of yours up onto that little shelf. Just reach down between the bra and you and pull yourself up and then let go." "Holy shit Ginny. That almost looks real." "Well, it IS real but they aren’t really breasts yet is all. Now the satin panties. They feel nice sliding up your legs, don’t they?" "No fair! I’m not supposed to like any of this, remember?" "Oh, I remember, Jessie. It’s you that’s going to have the hard time remembering." "Tuck that thing backwards ‘cause pretty soon, that won’t be happening anyway so get used to it. Now work the pantyhose up and over your butt. Good. Now the slacks and blouse. In fact, forget the slacks. Here, put on this knee length tight skirt. It will help you remember who you are and how to take little girl steps. OK. Let’s put on the red flats and belt and you’re just about done. Here’s a girl’s wrist watch, a bracelet and a pendant and earrings, just clip ons for now. Sit down at the vanity. You need a few touches."

"Like what?" "Well, for starters, those eyebrows have got to go." "OUCH!" "I know, but after the first time, it gets easier. We’ve got a gizmo that removes them permanently though and once we decide what arch looks best on you, we’ll do it that way and you’ll be done with it forever. Pay attention Jessie. This is how you do mascara. Roll the brush up and out and down and out. Now we take this little brush and do some blush really light and now hold still and pout your lips a little." "Like this?" "That will do." "That tastes good. What is it?" "Loreal Simply Rose. Creamy isn’t it?" "Yeah, but I’m really going to give her a hard time about it." "Suit yourself. Protest all the way. It will make her think she’s winning until you figure a way out." "Right. That’s the idea." With a glance in the mirror, ‘hmmm! Not bad. Imagine that!’

So began my daily little jibes about my feminization. I could always find something to complain about and yet the changes came one after one as relentlessly as the summer rains. I gave it all I could. I really did. One day is would be wearing this or that type of skirt and the next week it would be various styles and fabrics of blouses. The next week it was styles of shoes and getting used to various heel heights and developing my ultra feminine walk. Boy, I hated that. I was developing an undeniable swish and could not for the life of me figure out why I was taking a certain amount of pride in mastering it. When I saw a boy checking me out it gave me a feeling of power. It was really strange. Then it was dress styles and designs and fabrics and I must admit, some of them were very nice and felt wonderful but I had to keep focused on why I was doing all this, to get away as a princess and not a frog. My only problem was that the princess was beginning to appeal to me more and more. As Jess, I was certainly nothing special except a pain in the ass but as Jessie, well, like it or not, I was having fun even though I surely didn’t want to admit it.

"Aunt Jane, do I have to wear this damn lipstick?" "Watch your mouth and yes, it’s part of a girl’s growing up. All girls want to wear lipstick and they can’t wait until they fill up their bras and can wear really high heels and dresses that show off our figures. We all want to grow up really fast so we can be sexy and pretty like our mommies." "Well, you can have it Aunt Jane." "Just do as you’re told Jessie and we’ll get along. There are other ways we can do this if you want to give me a hard time. We can throw your little butt in jail for a few days dressed like that and see how you like it and all the attention you’ll get from the other inmates."

"You can’t do that." "Oh, but I can. You’re under a court order, remember?" Now, finish up the dusting and vacuuming and we can get down to the store. We’ll even get some of your favorite foods if you like." "Well, that sure would be different. Mom never got any more complicated than hamburgers and pizza." "Well, dear, you’ll have to learn to cook meals yourself, but you’ll come to enjoy it in time. Now hop to it. We don’t have all day." So Ginny and I did the housework while Aunt Jane fixed the shopping list and I want to tell you doing housework in a tight skirt is not a fun day. "Ginny, take Jessie to her room and show her how we dress to go shopping and fix yourself up too please." "Yes, Aunt Jane." "You mean I can’t just go out in slacks?" "Oh, no Jessie. Not for a while anyway. You don’t set foot outside this house except looking like the perfect young lady in a skirt or a dress and since you didn’t get that skirt dirty, that one will do." "Oh, just great. You’re going to dress me up like a real pansy aren’t you?" "No, you are going to do it yourself. I’m just going to teach you how and what goes with what." "Is all this really necessary Ginny?" "It is if you don’t want people pointing and laughing at you. Do you WANT to look like a boy in a dress?" "I don’t want to look like ANYTHING in a dress, but I get the point and NO." "Then the alternative is to look like a GIRL in a dress, isn’t it?" "You’re too damn logical Ginny! Do you really think I can be pretty?" "You’re letting your feminine vanity show, Jessie dear. You’re fishing for a compliment. YES, I think you are going to be a fox and I’m probably going to be jealous. Satisfied?" "I take the 5^th."

Before we went out, she made me change into a pair of shoes with a little bit of a heel and gave me a shoulder bag to carry with a few cosmetics, tissues, compact, comb, brush and a tampon in it. "Aunt JANE. A TAMPON?" "You’d be expected to have one dear. It’s just normal girl gear. Someone may ask to borrow one in the lady’s room. After we get your ears pierced, we’ll get you some pretty earrings too." "I don’t WANT pretty earrings." "Of course you do dear. And they’ll look very nice on you too. You have nice little girl lobes." "I do NOT." "Don’t argue with me young lady." "Yes, ma’am," I heard myself say as I got a vision of those ears being cauliflowered like a wrestler’s.

Well, I looked in the mirror and though I was scared out of my wits, I had to admit that I did look like a girl, a somewhat awkward girl, but a girl. The part about how to move like a lady was going to be a work in progress as they both criticized me at every move and gesture I made while we were out. And the click of those heels. That incessant tap, tap, tap. I never realized that the click of a girl’s heels was part of her sexiness. That click said, ‘here comes a girl, check me out.’ My stride was too long and I swung my arms wrong and my walk was too rigid. "Loosen up Jessie. Let that little tush loose. Let it move from the hips. Rotate a little. Jess is history. You don’t need let’s pretend macho anymore. Try to feel like a girl. Imitate what you see other girls do and the way they walk and gesture. Study them and pick out the things you like and copy them. If we don’t like what you like, you’ll hear about it soon enough. That’s one of the reasons we brought you out here so soon, so you could observe and get a feeling for the role of a girl."

"Guess I have a lot to learn huh?" "More like a lot to Unlearn honey. Something I’m sure you don’t know is that ALL babies are girls for the first couple months and then, if they are going to be boys, the hormones change and the equipment changes. You just have to learn to be a girl again and everything will be back to normal." "I feel foolish out here dressed like this Aunt Jane." "That too shall pass dear. Just give yourself some time." "Time to hate every minute of it, sure." "You need a booster shot when we get home Jessie. We need to block more of those nasty old boy thoughts of yours. You still have those wild impulses." "You bet I do and being a girl is not my idea of a fun day at the beach." "We’ll get to the fun day at the beach after your bosom comes in dear." "Like Ginny’s?" "Considering your Mom, probably even nicer than Ginny’s. I’d say probably a C cup, wouldn’t you Ginny?" "Yes, darn it. I’m jealous!"

"Well, you can have mine then Ginny." "Not likely Jessie. In another couple months, you’re going to be enjoying what’s happening to you. You won’t be able to help yourself by then." "Like hell." (Slap!) "ENOUGH with the language young lady." "Hey, Aunt Jane, that hurt!" "Remember the dungeon Jessie and be a good girl or else." "Sorry. Guess I forgot about that. OK. But I still don’t have to like it." "Your attitude will change along with your body dear. And so will your mind." "You can’t brain wash me Aunt Jane. I may be dressed like a girl, but I’m a boy and I’m staying one on the inside." " But honey, your brain and your body are being constantly washed with lovely girl hormones so, we’ll see, dear. We’ll see."

"Yeah, on top of everything else, that’s all I need. OK. NOW what?"

"Well, we really need to get you educated about skirts, but then before we go, I need to teach you how to walk and sit in one." "So what’s to teach. You walk. You sit. How tough can it be?" "It’s called femininity Jessie. We do things differently than a man. You don’t want to look like a boy in a skirt, do you?" "I don’t want to look like ANYTHING in a skirt." "Well, for now, I think you’d better play along and learn the lessons, so you don’t get us all embarrassed and me in trouble too."

"OK. How?" "Well, first of all, when you sit, you smooth your skirt out underneath you so you don’t get it wrinkled. Here, I’ll show you." "That doesn’t look so hard." "It isn’t. You just have to remember to do it. And then there’s getting into and out of the car. Bum in first and swing the legs in last and visa versa getting out. That keeps boys from looking up your skirt." "As if I care." "Decide to care, will you? And then there is the walk. I’m going to put you in a tight skirt so it makes you take little steps. Girls take little steps and the higher the heel, the shorter the step. Also, you need to let those hips loose, remember?" "Yeah, I remember." "Try this skirt with that top and here’s a half slip for underneath. Now for your first outing, I think we should keep you aware that you’re supposed to be a girl so wear these shoes with the mid heels."

"I can’t balance on those." "You will be amazed at how easy it is Jessie.

There’s really nothing to it. Try them on."

"Well, at least they fit. Feet aren’t very pretty are they?" "Not really, but that’s why girls shoes are made the way they are, to make your feet look nice and smaller too." "Yes, they do, don’t they?" "That’s the way they are cut. Well, just a little lipstick and some cologne and we’re out of here." "Don’t put that stuff on me." "Girls like to smell nice too, Jessie. Don’t you like the smell?" "Well, sure I like it but just not on ME." "Don’t be such a sissy Jessie. Nobody’s going to know you’re a boy. Someone may even tell you they like your perfume. You need to know how to respond to a compliment too. Just say thank you and it was a gift of something and let it go. You’ll find more girls complimenting you than boys though. Girls are freer than boys and they don’t go to such pains to hide their emotions all the time and you should try to develop that quality too. If you like another girl’s hair or dress or shoes or something, tell her. She’ll appreciate it."

"Really? And she won’t think I’m coming on to her?" "Of course not, silly. Boys are just so inhibited, poor things. Girls see each other as sisters. Boys see them us as potential sex toys. We may wear sexy lingerie and pretty dresses but that is for us too because we like to feel sexy even if we are the only ones who know what we are wearing underneath." "Boy, this sounds awfully complicated." "Don’t worry. The first time a boy whistles at you, you’ll get the idea about why we like to look attractive and then you’ll want to BE attractive." "Get real Ginny!" "I AM real, Jessie and you will be too, so warm up to the idea, at least for the sake of fooling Aunt Jane, OK?" "OK. That’s the only part of this that makes sense. I promise I’ll play along but it’s not going to be easy." "It will get easier. Trust me."

"When we get back, I’m going to teach you about all your clothes like what they’re for and what they do and when to wear them, OK?" "Oh, sure. I can’t wait." "Come on Jessie. Enough with the attitude already." "Oh, alright, but you just have to know I hate this." "I think we’ve established that. Now can we move on from there?"

So we went grocery shopping and I panicked as soon as we got out of the car but nobody pointed at me laughing and we went into the store. I needed something to hold on to for balance so they let me push the cart and with every step I took, there was that click, click, click. After a while though, I wasn’t depending on the cart so much and strayed away from it more often. I wore a dark slim skirt and a multicolored knit top and red patina low heeled pumps and carried a red shoulder bag. I suppose I looked alright for a teen ager with pretend boobs. Thank heaven my voice hadn’t changed yet. Now, I guess it never would. In girl’s clothes, it was easy to take me for just another girl out shopping with mom and sis. Oh, well, I was stuck, at least for the moment. There weren’t any problems except for me tripping going up a curb. Getting used to carrying a wallet inside a purse was a little weird too. Some skirts did have useful pockets but not the tight ones.

Jane remembered to take me to get my ears pierced and that was not a lot of fun. It hurt. And now I was stuck with sparkley earrings, just another thing that screamed ‘I’m a girl’ to the world. I got sparkly studs in the tops and little real gold hoops in the bottoms. We got home without a problem and after unpacking the groceries, Ginny took me to my room for my lessons. How I dreaded this. The first thing she did was wet down my hair with this foam goo and comb it through and then put all my hair up on curlers and I had to leave it that way. And then it was help with dinner and clean up and watch TV and get into my slinky nightie with my training bra and off to bed and don’t forget to take your pill time. "You mean I have to wear these stupid curlers to bed?" "Well, you could get a permanent," came the reply.

After a night on curlers, I decided the permanent was the lesser of two evils and asked for one. Two days later, I had super curly ringlets all over my head with a few hanging down by my ears. Well, I surely didn’t have any trouble thinking about looking like a girl anymore. It was now built into the system. Now I could wear bib overalls and farmer john boots and I still screamed "girl". Some of the other girls actually dressed that way and there surely wasn’t any doubt about their being girls either. Wow. What just a few little changes could make in a guy’s appearance. Even I was having trouble thinking of myself as a guy any more despite the shriveling stuff between my legs.

Things went pretty much the same for the next week except for my hair. Since I had complained so much about the curlers, they had a plan.

That was the next thing they were going to fix their attention on. Not only did they like me in the ringlets but since I had a fair complexion and some freckles and a dimple and Ginny thought I’d look great as a redhead and Aunt Jane agreed. Alright, my blond hair was what they call ‘mousy’ but red? "You mean really RED?" "No, dear, maybe just a really light auburn or a strawberry blond, rather like a blond with a lot of reddish highlights. It should look very pretty with your complexion." "Are you going to do it Aunt Jane?" "I don’t think that would be a good idea this time dear. My friend Glenda at the salon did Ginny’s and I’m sure she will do a wonderful job with yours too." "Oh, great. You mean I have to go into a beauty salon with a bunch of women and have my hair and everything done by a woman who knows I’m a boy?" "Well, of course dear. Where else would a girl go for a MAKEOVER?"

"A m..mm...MAKEOVER? I stuttered." "Well, you’ve been such a good girl this past week, I’ve decided to get you ‘the works’ complete with a facial, massage, leg and bikini wax and everything. You’ll be there half a day but when you come out, you won’t recognize yourself. You’ll just love it. They’ll treat you like royalty and pamper you to death. I’m sure you’ve never experienced anything like it. Men have no idea what they are missing. You’ll wear a pretty dress in there and when you come out you’ll look just wonderful in it." " I was afraid you were going to say ‘queen.’" "No, dear. You are going to look like a real girl when they are finished and I think even you will be impressed with the results." "Never!" "Remember James Bond, dear. Never say Never!"

"Heaven help me!" "You may as well get used to the idea Jessie. As long as you can’t avoid becoming a girl, at least you may as well be a pretty one." "You WOULD come up with an intelligent argument. No, you’re right, I don’t want to look like a pig. OK. Let them do their worst, or best, whatever! I guess I’ll live though it somehow." "That’s a good girl. Take it in stride. You’ll feel better about yourself in the long run."

Later that night after I was made to look so female I couldn’t pass for a boy even wearing fatigues and army boots: "Ginny, what am I going to do. She’s turning me into some damn teen model or something." "Well, for one thing, think about that for a minute. Who would stand a better chance of getting a ride out of town or a job or a sugar daddy, a nerdy little wimp like Jess or a cute little fox who maybe even could BE a teen model?" "Whoa! There’s that darn logic of yours again. I see your point. Sure! I’ll go ahead and let her change my appearance as gorgeous as I can be and I’ll learn all this girly stuff I need to know to pull it off and then I can bug out of here a lot easier. That’s absolutely brilliant Ginny. Why didn’t I think of that?"

"Because you’ve been too intent on the ‘little’ picture. You need to focus on the long range view Jessie. Get it?" "Wow, yes, I get it. OK. I’m going to blow her mind. How long before those shots and stuff really change me for good? Oh, maybe six months total, give or take." "OK. I can wait that long and in the meantime, I’ll perfect this girly act. When I’m done, you won’t be able to pick me out in any lineup of real girls and that’s how I’ll get away, like a tree hiding in the forest."

"Sounds like a plan Jessie but you’re going to be a very pretty tree. It’ll probably work too. Aunt Jane won’t even see it coming until it’s too late and then you’ll be gone. I’m really going to miss you. I know we haven’t had the times we used to but I’ve really enjoyed this time with you. You know I love you." "Aw, cut out that mushy stuff Ginny. I’m well,...really fond of you too but ...and then, for whatever reason, I hugged Ginny. It was a typical feminine reaction and it scared me.

As I suspected, I was not allowed to return to school that second semester and thus had the entire balance of that plus the summer to work on my plan. Ginny tutored me in everything she knew about being a girl and that turned out to be quite a lot, considering how late she came to it herself. I learned how to dress and to move like a girl and how to talk like one and how to be ‘animated’ like a girl. I learned how to scream and to giggle and practiced expressions in the mirror and found out I had a fairly nice soprano singing voice. I decided to go at it like it was a part in a play and I was just learning my part, only I was going to learn every teeny weeny little thing there was to know about it before I was through.

So, I played her little game. I took my pills and my shots without a whimper, payed attention to my every move as though my life depended on it to the point that if you looked up the word ‘feminine’ in the dictionary, my picture would be there beside it, learned how to coordinate blouses and skirts and hose and shoes and belts and purses. Ginny taught me how to care for and fix my own hair, now down to my shoulder blades in becoming styles, and she also taught me how to do makeup from the very innocent to the very naughty and my large doe eyes with their beautifully arched brows could no longer be mistaken for those of a boy even if I only wore a little mascara.

My pretty nails were a half inch beyond my finger tips in vivid shades of pinks and reds and the movements of my hands became those of a girl with long, pretty nails. I learned how to pick things up in a very naturally feminine way due to my nails. I’d made up my mind that if I could get out of here, nobody was going to be able to blow my cover. I was having a little problem though. As time went on and my education progressed, I was feeling less and less like maybe all this wasn’t so much of a prison but a priviledge. Boy, now THAT was a personal revelation I wasn’t expecting. Becoming a girl like my cousin was an absolute nightmare when I arrived and now, well, now, I was feeling a little rivalry between us to see who could be more feminine and attractive.

My full and pouting lips were never without a creamy, shiny, inviting color. I learned how to walk in 3" high heels with a provocative sway to my hips, how to bend and sit and stand and even how to acknowledge and return a boy’s admiring glances, in other words, how to flirt and get away with it. And all the while, I was plotting my escape. Aunt Jane had borrowed the son of a friend to teach me how to dance and follow a boy’s lead while wearing high heels.

Those hormones I had to take had made me soft, robbed me of my muscle tone and thrust upon me measurements of 36-24-36½ and finally, after six months of enduring this torture, I was ready. I had to wear a ‘B’ cup bra and it was exactly full. The only problem I had with that was when I was washing in the tub or sometimes if I fondled myself a little, I got the neatest sensations and I would really become flushed and would feel even hornier than when I used to play with "it." Finally, I had become the fox and had lots of hounds chasing me, which was rather a lot of fun, actually. Everybody told me I was pretty and I’m afraid I really wanted to believe them. I wanted to be pretty and popular and sought after. I even wanted to be a good student. Now, where did THAT come from?

I had indeed become a tree capable of blending in with all the others in the forest. I had several best girlfriends and went to slumber parties and endless shopping trips to the mall both shopping for clothes and cruising for boys. FOR BOYS! My GAWD, what was happening to my head? I was actually looking at boys as sex objects just like I knew they were looking at me; just like my girlfriends were looking at them. If I wasn’t gay, what was I? Did I really now have the mind of a girl? I was having dreams involving boys and dates and petting and I’d wake up in a sweat.

By August, when I appeared at the swimming pool, heads would turn at my now overflowing B+ bosom with the push up pads in my suit and for the most part, I would politely ignore them as I strode to my favorite sunning spot in my little yellow bikini or sometimes the green one. I flirted with the lifeguard and even dated him a couple times. My cousin Ginny had taught me all she knew about wearing girl’s clothing and existing in a girl’s world and took pains to have me notice the delightful and sensuous feelings of a lacy bra or a slip as it caressed my nylon clad legs, the hug of satiny panties on my expanded bottom covering my noticeably enlarged hip bones that gave me the appearance of a true girl whose body had been made ready for the bearing of children as opposed to just being well padded. (The fact of the matter was that I HAD taken on the skeletal structure of a female because I was so young when all this started)

She educated me about pretty shoes and the effect a well turned ankle in a lovely high heeled shoe has on a man. My bosom, once the most hated symbol of my advancing femininity, had changed in character and size and sensitivity to the point that I was able to derive considerable pleasure from my tender areola and found that since I could no longer avoid the advances of boys, that they could make me feel good too especially with their mouths and tongue as well as their hands and got used to wearing a pad when out on a date to discourage further advances. But the thing that really bothered me the most was that I was attracted exclusivley to boys, loved their attentions and how they made me feel. Even I couldn’t tell me from any other girl any more. Was I a girl or was I gay? I didn’t have a clue and to be honest, I’m not sure I cared all that much. What was happening to my getaway plan?

When I began school in September, it was as Jessica Ann Foster. No one knew of my former life except the Principal. My plan to learn everything there was to know about femininity had certainly worked but my plan for running away was somehow forgotten, replaced and sublimated by all the fun I was having being Jessie. The wild streak that I had taken so much pleasure in was gone as were the little causes of that streak. They had been surgically removed, leaving only an empty sac behind to be used later for something else when I got a little older. I had gotten quite used to wearing my gaff and was accepted by my peers in the school and in the locker room of the girl’s gym. I’d found myself becoming a gung ho cheerleader and played a mean game of tennis in my teeny tennis skirt with it’s revealing panties. I’d been saving my money quite a while toward my escape from this open prison and was still saving my baby sitting money but now it was in hopes that it would be used when Bobby Johnson asked me to the Prom and I would need it for my gown and shoes that I had already picked out.

He was such a dream boat. And why in the world had I decided I loved little kids? What had brought out this nurturing thing in me? I just loved them to pieces and I had always hated the little rug rats. I confess I do believe my plan of rebellion has failed. Somehow, I have become that which I feared the most, a pretty, popular girl who revels in her femininity every minute of the day. If I had known all the pleasures that awaited me, I doubt they would have needed to threaten me with a court order after all. Sometimes in study hall I would find myself scribbling on my notepad...Jessie Ann Johnson. Well, you know, just trying it on for size. A girl can dream, can’t she? Mark is just SO cute!

The end.

 

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