A Cure for Depression                           by: Rachel Ann Cooper                  ©1997

 

Beth was a psych major and about the only girl that really ever paid any attention to me in college. I was still a virgin at 21 and pretty bummed out about it. Not only could I not get a date, I don’t even think I could get arrested. We lived on the same floor just across the hall from each other in a coed dorm. My room mate, Norm, was on the track team. A guy my size could maybe qualify for the shuffle board team, if they had one, or maybe the bowling team.

We were just beginning our senior year and I knew with my accounting major and minor in computer science, I could always get a job, but that was about the only bright spot in my life. I could sit at a desk and crunch numbers, something I was actually good at. Norm was happy about that as he was pretty bad with math and had to get through it for his major in marine biology. I had pulled him through a lot of rough tests and he seemed very grateful. The frats didn’t want me when I was a freshman and I was relegated to being a loner at home on summer vacations too. Fact of the matter is, I had a major depression going, a fact that Beth was quick to see with her training even though she wasn’t in med school yet..

She sometimes gave me a strange look after catching me staring at her, which I’m afraid I did on a regular basis. She was rather pretty and she sure had a good body and nice clothes and seemed to enjoy being a girl, feminine and all. I almost never saw her in pants of any kind but if I did, she had heels on with them. She loved skirts and dresses and I guess I did too, well, I mean, you know, on her. I admired her style.

What the hell. Alright, I was jealous of her. She was popular and she had nice clothes and boyfriends and she was pretty. What did I have? Nothing to compare. I liked being around her but at the same time, she gave me an inferiority complex. She treated me just like any of her girlfriends, which gave me mixed feelings. On the one hand, I was happy to be accepted by a pretty girl as a friend. On the other hand, when we were together it was always ‘girl’ talk. I didn’t stand a chance with her as a guy. We’d even give each other manicures and she even talked me into learning how to do a French braid on her and then I learned some other styles. I got pretty good at doing it and the way she liked her nails. Beth’s roommate just tolerated me...barely. As I was about to knock on their door, I heard Barbara say, "Beth, I don’t see why you spend time with Michael. He’s such a wuss." "Beth replied, "he’s my friend and there is a lot more to him than you understand, more than even he understands yet." I wonder what she meant by that, I thought? Then I knocked.

We were having coffee one afternoon and she said, "Michael, we are going to have to do something about this depression of yours. You are making me worry about you." Well, I couldn’t very well tell my good friend that I was jealous of her, could I? But I did dump some of the other stuff on her. She told me I was just a hair away from clinical depression. She wanted to help and who knows, maybe she sensed my envy. Maybe that’s how all this started.

Anyway, she said that since she didn’t have her M.D. yet, she couldn’t get me the classical drugs for treating my kind of depression but she did know where she could get me something she thought would help. The first was an herbal form of Prozac. The others were at a site on the Internet and they sold some other kind of organic tranquilizers or something. She said she would order them for me, which she did. They came about a week later. I offered to pay for them but she came from a wealthy family and had an open ended checking account. She wouldn’t hear of it. Not wanting to offend her, I let her give me the gift.

There were two bottles I was to take two of each twice a day, she said. Well, I’m from the "I’ll try anything once" school, so I plunged right into my therapy with Dr. Beth guiding me. I trusted her. The labels said ‘Evanesce’ and ‘Feminol’ and were patented, so I figured they must be safe. Beth downloaded some testimonials about it. They were cut up in strips, which made me think maybe she wasn’t showing me all of them. They seemed rather non committal as to specifics but all of them were glowing reports of feeling better, nothing more. I couldn’t wait to feel better about myself. And you know, by Thanksgiving, I really WAS feeling pretty good. My headaches were less frequent and less severe and I was sleeping better. The St. John’s Wort, an herb approved by the F.D.A. for treatment of depression, was leveling out my mood swings. They had threatened to class herbs as drugs but they never did it. Beth told me that while this one was good, the other two would address the specific cause of my depression. At least, that was her hope and opinion.

It was funny, but Beth wasn’t the least bit shy around me. I’d knock on her door and she might open it in nothing but her bra and panties or a thin robe if she knew it was me and this was happening rather frequently lately. I think the only negative effect of my tranqs was that I seemed to be putting on some weight. Well, it couldn’t hurt. I was pretty skinny as well as rather short at 5'7". Beth was only an inch shorter and she had a cute body. She might have gone 130 pounds. It was Thursday and again she opened the door in her underwear. I noticed it looked like she must have done a little Internet shopping herself...at Frederick’s of Hollywood.

Very sexy. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, her, them, well, you know. I knew she was only a B but that bra made her look like a full C with lots of cleavage.. My glances were not wasted. She asked me if I liked her new lingerie and I had to give it an enthusiastic ‘yes.’ She said she had another set in her drawer and would I like to feel how silky it was? I tried to appear non challant, but the little bulge in my pants told her otherwise.

She got out the other set and gave it to me and then she dropped the bomb. "Michael, would you like to try them on?" "You aren’t serious!" "Why not? I know you like the way I dress and I can see that you like the lingerie and I think the weight you have been putting on will look good in them, even the bra. I’m only a B cup and you must be up to an A by now." "What do you mean and ‘A’ and ‘by now’? I said a little fearfully." "Mike, look at the front of your shirt!" "Oh, yeah, well...uh...I have been getting a little flabby, I guess, and even though I feel a lot better, I think those pills are making me sore. My nipples ARE being rubbed raw by my cotton Tee shirts and they seem bigger and darker. I haven’t gained any around the middle though."

"Michael, take your clothes off." "I can’t do that in front of you." "Why not? How much am I hiding in my lingerie? Do you think I’ve never seen one of those little things before. Besides, it’s not like you are built like a horse or something, is it?" I’ve seen you in a bathing suit, remember? You’re barely there." "No, I suppose not but..." "Aren’t you afraid I’ll attack you?" "Never. You wouldn’t hurt a girl." "Oh, stop protesting. You know you want to get into my panties so drop your pants and get to it." "Yes ma’am," I said in mock subservience.

There I stood in Beth’s room stark naked. It’s a good thing her room mate was away for a few days. "Alright, step into them and I’ll show you how to put the bra on so you get the full effect. I really think you are going to like this. They sell such sexy lingerie."

I pulled those divine, silky things up my legs and shivers ran all over me. I got goose pimples all over. They hugged tight but my excitement was showing. Beth reached over and flicked her finger. The next thing I knew, there was a little pain and junior retreated. Then she said, "alright, now reach in and smooth out your front. Tuck it back. Good." My excitement was still showing though, just a little, which pretty much explained the state of things.

My nipples were now very erect and about the size of little pencil erasers. What happened to the little nubs I used to have, I wondered? "There, that’s better."she said. "You don’t want to ruin the moment. "Why Mickie, your nipples and areola almost look like a girl’s. You’ve been keeping secrets from me. You can hook the bra in the front and turn it around and pull it up. They should look nice in that." As I did that and put the straps over my shoulders, she reached in behind each cup and pulled up, placing my accumulated fat on the built in shelf in the cups. "Holy shit, Beth. I look like I really have breasts. I look like a girl." "You do have breasts, dear girlfriend, and they are coming along nicely." "Coming along? GIRLFRIEND?"

"This can’t BE, no way." "Way, Mickie, a definite ‘way’. So, do you like getting in my pants and bra?" At that we both broke up giggling. "C’mon Beth. I guess it’s obvious." "And you know what’s obvious to ME dear Mickie? You’ve been wanting to do this for a long time and it feels really good, doesn’t it?" "Yes." "I can’t hear you Mickie." "Yes." Still not LOUD enough Mickie. Admit that you would like me to dress you from the skin out in my pretty things and fix your hair and teach you to use makeup and pierce your ears so you could become a pretty girl and be popular. Isn’t that what you really want? Tell me Mickie. This is your girlfriend Beth talking. We tell each other everything, or at least, I thought we did until recently. SAY IT! By this time she was in hyper drive.

Well, at that point she was doing a superb job of role play counseling. She should be getting straight A’s. I suspected those pills I was taking somewhat reluctantly at first and now so willingly were at the core of these feelings and my anatomical changes, Beth and I were going to have a long talk, but later. Right now, she was forcing me to face myself.

‘DAMMIT! She couldn’t have sliced closer to the truth with a scalpel.’ With that realization, I sank down on her bed, burying my head in my hands and began to sob uncontrollably. I never answered her. I didn’t have to. Beth sat down beside me with tissues and put her arms around me hugged me and just let me cry. She was going to be a good therapist. She brought me to my breakthrough, the realization of my unrealized desire. Yes, to be pretty and popular. That’s what I really wanted. But how? I was regaining control and she gave me some more tissues.

I looked up at her with my red eyes and she said, "well, Michelle, I guess we have the answers now, don’t we?" "You have come to terms with it, now let’s see if we can’t make your dreams come true. A therapist’s job is not to make judgements or make people fit a mold but to free them and help them deal with their demons. What say we continue dealing with yours." "OK Beth. You are right, of course. I must have had this buried deep and long. Now that it’s out, I can try to deal with who I really am. All right. What’s next?"

"Actually, a garter belt and hose. Are you up for it? Are you well enough to meet the person you wish you were?" "Yes, Beth. I want to know. I’m not afraid anymore." "OK. Pull the panties down a little and hook this around your middle pulling the straps down under the panties and out the leg holes. Now, here’s how to roll up stockings and attach them. I know you like sexy lingerie and pantyhose is very Unsexy. I hate them. Got your nylons on?" "Good. Now a slip. Full or half? Wait, I have a full with a powernet middle. Try this. It will give you a better figure for now." "For now?" "Honey, you aren’t through blossoming yet. You won’t really need one of these for long and I rarely use it."

"You are no longer depressed are you?" "No." "Good. Then the pills are doing their job. You’ve finally admitted that you want to be a pretty girl and wear pretty clothes. Those pills are helping you with that. Just keep taking them and by the end of term and certainly by the time we graduate, your figure may even be better than mine." "You mean they are changing me into a girl?" "Well, not a real one Michelle, but certainly an awfully good copy. Your bosom and hips and butt will keep enlarging and your thingie will become less useful, shall we say, and you may want to start sitting down to pee starting right now, but you will be compensated by other things like the feelings your breasts can give you and the joy of your true appearance as a woman." "Alright, the slip. Very nice. Sit at my vanity and let me do a few little things."

Her few little things did indeed included numbing my ear lobes with an ice cube and ramming a T pin through them and then she put in little diamonds. Knowing her, I imagine they WERE diamonds too. She arched my brows. She curled my chin length hair with her iron and did a foundation and ‘the works’ ending with a coat of creamy lipstick and a spritz of cologne. Then she got out a blouse and skirt. I knew how to do those. And then she got me a pair of mid heeled pumps. She told me to stand up and turn around slowly. I did. "Oh, Michelle, you are going to break some hearts, believe me. Now go look in the full length mirror."

Frankly, I was scared to death. I know I faced this mentally and came out alive, but his was black and white reality, living color actually. This was the ‘me’ I had never allowed to draw breath and now, I was about to meet ‘her’, me, Michelle. Walking over to the mirror, I had such a flood of emotions, I can hardly begin or know where to start: relief at not being homely; desire for the young woman I saw; gratitude to Beth for helping me walk into the light; the reality that it was actually possible for me to have these clothes, take joy in them and my appearance; most of all, peace mingled with excitement in my heart and mind. I found that, after all, this was not about erotic sex, it was about wants, needs, feelings that needed to be expressed and that was all in addition to my evolving body.

I stood there a couple minutes just taking it all in with complete silence; wanting to remember this moment forever. Beth took care of that. As I turned around, she snapped several pictures of the new me. "Hey, you aren’t going to black mail me are you, I giggled?" "Silly girl. These are for your scrapbook. Of course I want one too." "Michelle?" "Yes?" "Do you know what the clinical name is for how you feel and want to be?" "No." "You are a ‘transsexual’ hon. It is a psychiatric and medical condition combined in which your mind is oriented opposite to your body. Your mind will do just fine in a girl’s body. Right now you’re at great odds with your natural self. Does that make any sense?"

"All of a sudden, a great deal, Beth." "Alright Beth, what now?" "Well, why don’t you go over and get your books and we can study together." "Me, walk out like this?" "Of course. You want to be a real girl. You will want to eventually, and this will be exciting for you. Go ahead. Get your books." She about shoved me out the door.

I opened mine and then the worst possible thing imaginable happened. Norm was there. I just barged in without knocking. He turned around from his desk saying "is that you Mi...?" And then I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. "Well, HELLO and who are you?" "Oh, my name is Michelle, I stammered out in my best rendition of Paula Zahn whose voice is in the same range as mine, and Mike asked me to pick up some books for him. Do you mind?" "No, of course not. Go right ahead while I enjoy the view." Picking up Mike’s books, I just couldn’t resist a zinger as I left. "Did you enjoy it?"I asked. "Oh yes," he replied. Drop by anytime, Michelle, is it?" "Yes, Michelle. Bye Norm." When I got back into Beth’s room, I realized I was not supposed to know Norm. Damn! Oh well, maybe he missed it. Maybe he would figure Mike told me.

There was no way to undo the earrings but the rest of Michelle had to be left at Beth’s. She did, however invite me back on an anytime basis which I gratefully accepted.

When Mike got back to his room, Norm was still there studying. I got the normal greeting with the exception that he said, "oh, nice earrings Mickie." He liked giving me zingers too. "I think big hoops would look nicer on you though, he said laughing." "Well, if you really think so Norm, I’ll have to get some, and I shot him a ‘look’." He finally let it drop.

It was getting close to Christmas and most of us would be going home. Before Beth left, she handed me a package. "Just something to keep the both of yourselves in touch over the holidays, she said." It was ½ dozen pairs of beautiful satin panties. For the first time ever, I kissed her full on the mouth, hugged her and thanked her. There was another little box in there and a book. It had a pair of small hoops and a pair of dangle earrings in it. "You are just too sweet to me, Beth. Thank you ever so much. It’s only two weeks, but I’ll miss you." "I’ll miss you too, Michelle, she said."

While I was home on Christmas vacation, I bought another suitcase, a fairly large one and began filling it. I knew what my girl sizes were now and the suitcase filled up with lingerie, nighties and hose, flats, heels, sneakers, slippers, slacks, skirts, blouses, dresses, makeup and jewelry. I could keep Michelle in a suitcase if I had to, although I preferred not to have everything so wrinkled. I decided to hang everything up in my closet at home. I cleaned my own room. Mom didn’t have a good reason to see my new stuff. She noticed the earrings immediately though. Neither Mom nor Dad was really thrilled but they didn’t say much, just accepting them as fact. I was going to graduate near the top of my class. "If he wants to be eccentric or look like girl, that’s his business, George. He has enough problems. Please stay off his back, OK?" "Alright Betty. I promise."

You know what they say about ‘the best laid plans of mice and men?’ I had a date to go skating day after Christmas. Mom came in to wake me. She found her little darling snuggled up with his hair in a pony tail, in his nightie and wearing lipstick and hoop earrings with his mules beside the bed. In my sleep, I could FEEL her presence in the room. She reached down to shake my shoulder and ran into the nightgown and when I turned to face her, she got the full benefit of waking up ‘Michelle’ including cleavage.

For a few moments, she just stared and then, without skipping a beat said, "honey, don’t forget your skating date. It’s time to get up. Hop to and you had better clean yourself up a little." I sure knew what THAT meant. "Right Mom, thanks." ‘My GAWD, I just rubbed her nose in it. I really didn’t want to do that. I guess we are going to have to have a mother/daughter talk before I go back to school. Well, I’m not going to be the one. She’ll have to bring it up.’

Mike was on pins an needles for the next week. She hadn’t said another word about that morning. He had to be back on the 5^th of January. On the 3^rd, Mom plunged in where angels fear to tread. "Honey, when I woke you up last week...!" "I know Mom." "And I was hanging some pants in your closet on washday and I guess I don’t have to tell you what I found, do I?"

"No, Mom." "Would you care to explain, honey? I promise I’m not angry. I just want to know what is going on with my son." "Well, Mom, the fact is that your son has been in psychotherapy, sort of, and herbal and hormone therapy for four months due to severe clinical depression. What you have found is the cure for my depression. It all came out in therapy. Mom, I hope this doesn’t break your heart, but I don’t think you are going to have a son very much longer. The reason I’ve been a loner all my life is that I was afraid if I let anyone get too close or they would discover ‘Michelle’ and that would have been a big disappointment to a lot of people, so I just did the best I could to maintain the presence of your son. I just can’t do that anymore. Mike is a lie."

"It’s not healthy for me. You have seen how much better I am, more outgoing and friendly, loving even." "Yes, I certainly have noticed these things and was grateful for it but what you are telling me is that you are, you are...going to become real girl...everywhere?" "Yes Mom, everywhere. I’ve never been happy as a male and by the standards of the world, I am certainly not a ‘man’ per se. My counselor gave me a book I want you to read. It’s called, "True Selves" and explains everything you might want to know about my condition. I love you and Dad and the last thing I want to do is lose you but if keeping me sane is any concern, please read before you judge and make dad read it too. It is much more eloquent that I could ever be."

I’ll be seeing a psychiatrist for the balance of the new term. By the end of March, I will be recommended for intensive hormone therapy. I will apply for a name change so that my records can be changed legally and I can graduate as Michelle Louise Grant. I will be interviewed and employed as Michelle and I must live as a woman for a year before surgery. Up to that time, it is all reversible. Well, not quite all, my beard, such as it is will be history and my breasts would have to be removed surgically. Mom, I know how hard this must be for you but I hope that our love will make a bridge so we can stand together through this."

Will you support my decision?" "Mike...uh...Michelle...I don’t quite know what to say. You never showed any obvious signs." "I know Mom. I didn’t even know until a dear friend of mine who is a psyche major unlocked my mind and my heart and this is really what I have always really wanted. I have been alone and lonely all my life because I didn’t know who I was. Now I do, and I like myself for the first time in my life. Mom, please tell me you still love me ‘cause I think I’m about to start crying."

"Come here to Mama, Michelle, and cry in my arms if you want." And the flood came, just like it did with Beth. It felt so good to let it out. "You are still my child. You are just a new and improved version of Mike. The things I loved about him are still in you. The packaging is just going through a change. Yes, I still love you and once your father understands, he will come around too. Don’t worry. We’ll help you. This is not going to be easy for any of us. You are going to need legal help and our insurance will pay for the psychiatrist and the drugs. We are not going to leave you out there at sea drowning on your own. I think I need to get on the ‘net’ and do some research. What am I looking for honey?" "It’s called ‘transsexualism’ Mom. Read the book first because a lot of what you’ll find on the ‘net’ is pure garbage and some pretty kinky and smutty stuff. I’ll e-mail you the sites that have the good stuff on them, OK?" "Alright dear, as you say."

Later, as I was getting ready to leave, being Michelle from the skin out to the point of my shirt and jeans, which were girls as were my loafers, I began to think about how this was going to affect the rest of this school year. With my parent’s help, I was sure the records could be changed, but what about good ole Norm. How was he going to react as he began to slowly see Mike disappearing and me taking his place. Would he beat me up or maybe just make me leave and get a private room? Well, whatever it was, it was going to be interesting. I wore the little hoops Beth had given me back to school. When I got to my room, it was Michelle in drag that glided with a gentle sway to her hips across the floor to my closet and hung up my clothes, then went across to Beth’s and hung up ‘my’ dresses and stuff. Barbara just gave me ‘the look’ and I left.

Norm noticed my hoops. When I saw him look, I made a joke out of it saying, "well, the larger hoops were YOUR idea. I just didn’t think the really big ones looked that nice with this outfit," and gave him what I can only describe as a wry smile. I really wanted to purse my lips and blow him a kiss, but camping it up didn’t seem like such a good idea. I had decided to start binding my chest and had gotten a sports bra with seamless cups hoping it would control my increasing tendency to bounce inside my shirt. It seemed to be working but I did look like I’d been working out, which was ridiculous and Norm knew it. I did what I could to minimize the situation. I always changed clothes in the bathroom and made sure my covered hamper was in sight while I was there. I got myself a pair of girls plain silk pajamas with plain piping. That was as close to letting him see Michelle as I wanted him to get. I had to take my stuff to the campus laundry. I couldn’t be washing out bras and panties in the sink and hanging them over the tub now, could I?

Things had been going alright. My grades were still good. I was through with the psychiatric recommend to the clinic and my name change had gone through back in Cuyahoga Falls. Now I was in full blown TS pre-op therapy. It was late April. I had come a long way since Christmas. My A was now a hard to hide B+ and junior was sinking fast. Beth and I would go out for lunch or dinner or to a movie which helped me to deal with being out in public. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I was really enjoying my time as Michelle more each passing week. My confidence was growing at least as fast as my bosom and butt. I had actually lost a little weight but what I had was being re-allocated. I could no longer let Norm see me naked or even in my underwear (panties and bra).

One night when Michelle was over at Beth’s, Norm popped in looking for Mike. He said he needed help with a math problem. "Oh, Hi Michelle" he said as he saw me. "Oh" said Beth, "you two have met?" "We met when I went over for some of Mike’s books a couple months ago," I said. "Mike won’t be in till later, Norm. I’m in his math class. Maybe I could help," I said full well knowing I was living on the edge but this could be fun. He accepted. He was desperate, as usual. Beth said, "Michelle, are you sure about this?" "It will be fine, Beth. We’ll leave the door open, won’t we Norm?" "Oh, sure Michelle. Don’t want to break the rules."

So we adjourned to ‘our’ room and I tutored Norm. He was very grateful, stating, "you know, you’re as good at this is my roommate but a heck of a lot prettier." "Why, thank you kind sir," I said. Then he stuck his foot in it. "Michelle, would you consider going to the Senior Prom with me? I think you are a real fox and I’d love to take you if you don’t already have a date." "Can I have a day or two to think about it Norm?" "Why, sure." "Thank you. I promise I’ll give you an answer in a few days." Then I went back to Beth’s room.

I hope that all the muffed giggling and wall pounding we did for the next five minutes didn’t connect with Norm and asking me to the Prom. That poor boy. The fact of the matter was, I liked Norm a lot and would be quite happy to go to the Prom as his date. I still didn’t want to get killed though. "Beth, will you help me iron out my rough spots and show me how to dance backwards in high heels?" "Oh course, honey. That’s what big sisters are for. We can do that right now. They leave the gym open. I’ll take my little radio. You get a pair of flats to wear down there and to start with and then we’ll work up to the heels, OK?" "Super, let’s go." After about ½ hour, I had ‘graduated’ from dance school. Boy, following was different.

So, a bit more confident about my ability to carry it off, Michelle told Norm that she would be happy to go with him. Beth was going to loan her the gown she had worn last year. It was only an inch shorter on Michelle, pale blue taffeta, strapless with a bow in the back at the waist and slit high on one side exposing plenty of leg. Beth also fixed me up with a push up strapless bra that would knock his eyes out. I was downright pulchritudinous in that gown. The garment cinched my waist some too, accentuating my full hips. I would have to wear pantyhose that night as I could not afford to have Norm get ‘too close’. As Mike left the room just after dinner, Norm said, "hey, where ya going?" "I’ve got a date, Norm. Gotta go pick up my dancin’ clothes. See ya later buddy!" And I went straight into Beth’s room. Barbara had to be let in on the scene and our scam on Norm and she was being less hostile, sometimes even nice lately. Maybe it was just boys she didn’t like. It was a madhouse in there with three girls getting ready for the prom. We all helped each other though and got the job done by 7:30. The boys were supposed to pick us up there at 8. The dance was from 8 to 11 but we didn’t want to be the first ones there.

Norm was the second one to show up and we left for the hall. He complimented me on my looks and the dress. Told me I looked very pretty. I blushed. Beth had done a great job putting my hair up in a pile of curls with a couple falling around my face. I wore my sexy dangle earrings and a scent I knew he liked. I really wanted to make this a nice night for him and found myself seeing him with a girl’s eyes. He was cute. Darned if he wasn’t. And tall, athletic and pretty smart. He’d probably get out of school and make some girl a good husband.

The dance was as much fun as most extremely well chaperoned dances get. Someone did manage to sneak a fifth of Vodka into the punch though. That made it a little more interesting and relaxed. Of course, I didn’t get to dance with Norm ALL night. The girls had dance cards and mine was full except for the breaks I penciled in for refreshments, powder room and resting feet.

Norm was a good dancer and I enjoyed my time with him. In the slow dances he held me very close, my bosom pressing into his lower chest. I found it easier to put my arms around his neck, which left his on my hips and sometimes my tush. We talked a lot and I just looked dreamily into those soft blue eyes and forgot about Mike completely. I was Michelle and loving it. We left the dance before it was over and went to a party at a frat house that went on all night, but we left there about 2am. I was pooped and a little drunk and told Norm to drop me at the dorm.

"Sure, honey. Anything you say." We pulled up in front of our dorm. As we passed the other side, I could see that Beth’s light was on. When we got up to our floor, I went straight for Beth’s door. I was about to knock when Norm came over and turned me around and planted the deepest, most passionate kiss I could imagine on me and thanked me for the evening and told me he’d like to take me out again. I had dreaded that moment because I didn’t know how I would react but I kissed him back. I said that I would like that and was about to knock once more when Norm grabbed my gloved hand and said, "aren’t you going to the wrong room, Michelle?"

"What do you mean, Norm. I’m visiting Beth." "Maybe, you little fox, but you LIVE across the hall with ME, or didn’t you know that either?" I got as far as "Norm, I... before the gravity of the moment got to me and I felt the blood rushing to my head and passed out. Apparently Beth had heard me hit the floor and came out to see what was the matter. "Oh, Michelle" she cried. "What did you do to her Norman?" "Not a thing, except ask her to come into her own room instead of yours." "You’ve known?" How long?"

"I knew something was up when Mike came in with earrings that looked like Michelle’s and then again when he got back after Christmas. He was being awfully secretive and wouldn’t let me see him even in his shorts anymore. I got suspicious and started looking for answers and found some in his laundry hamper. After that it was a while until a girl friend of mine in the registrar’s office told me that he had petitioned the court for a name change to Michelle Louise. Well, to tell you the truth, I do think ‘she’ is a fox and I really had a good time tonight. I think Michelle will be much happier than Mike ever was so I’m OK with it. She IS going all the way, then?" "Yes Norm. All the way. She’s even had an understanding with her parents."

It’s only a week ‘til school’s out and if she wants to bring her clothes over here, it’s just fine and I will not attack her, I promise. I’m probably making a fool of myself but I’d like to take her out again and see where it goes."

"My lord, Norm, you’re not the male oinker that I thought you were. That’s very sweet. I think she’s waking up. Help her up Norm and walk her into her room. I have a feeling you two are going to be up a while yet." "Norm grabbed her around the waist, her shoulder under his arm. "C’mon little lady, it’s time for bed. I can see you need some sleep." Michelle walked unsteadily into her room on her 3" heels. Beth and Barbara followed with all her clothes, shoes, makeup, the works. It only took about five minutes.

Michelle just sat in the overstuffed chair in a state of bewildered bliss in silence and a silly little grin on her face. After they had gone home, she finally got courage to speak. "Norm, I wouldn’t have accepted this date if I didn’t really like you." "I feel the same way, Michelle. I’ve known about you for awhile but figured if you wanted to tell me, you would. You told me, just not the way I expected. Are you OK?"

"Yes Norm dear, I’m fine. I just hope I can keep my hands off you for the next week." "Same here girl, but I really do want to take you out again." "Well, if you’re going to see me, it will have to be in or around Cleveland for awhile until I’m finished at the clinic there with what I have to go through to be complete." "Oh, I think I can manage an occasional commuter flight across the lake from Detroit to see you. Would that be alright?" "Lovely. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get into something more comfortable." and I went to the bath and changed into my nightie and slippers and creamed off my makeup except the lipstick, replaced my dangles with little hoops and re-entered the room in my purple peignoir and white mules.

When Norm saw the curves and the jiggling in my bodice, he couldn’t take his eyes off me. "That’s really all you?" he asked. " Fraid so, Norm. It comes with the ‘I’m really a girl kit’ and we both broke into laughter. We held to proper conduct the rest of that week. Well, there just a ‘little’ kissing and fondling but it was harmless fun. We were just getting better acquainted. He is one fine kisser. I wonder if he’ll still want to date me AFTER? Well, if he really likes me, maybe. Boy, Michelle sure does have more fun than Mike ever dreamed of.

The end...for now.

 

 

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