The Debutante                               by: Janet Stickney                 JanetLynn17@hotmail.com

 

When I was 16 I bought my first formal. It was all white, floor length, with a sweetheart neckline and puffy cap sleeves. It cost me almost $200, but it was worth it simply because it was mine. I tried it on in my room and then hung it in the basement among all of the other dresses that were there.

My name is Jeff Grant, I'm 17 now, a short skinny guy with no girlfriend or even many boy friends. A serious student, I'm always at the top of my class in grades and expect to graduate no lower than second. As we approached the end of the year mom shocked me to the core when she asked me if I was ever going to wear my formal anywhere! "It seems such a shame to spend so much money and not wear it anywhere." My first inclination was to deny that I had bought a dress, but I knew better. If mom knew it was there, why bother denying it? "I bought it as a lark mom." That lie was as transparent as glass, and I knew it as soon as I said it. "No matter Jeffrey. I want to see what it looks like on you. Get the dress and lets go to your room and find out."

Half an hour later I was standing in front of her in that formal. No hips, no boobs, no makeup, and only moderately long hair. But, the dress did fit me, and mom was pleased with that. "I was using the computer the other day and found all of those sites you visit so often on the Internet Jeffrey. All of them deal with bridal, prom, or debutante dresses or stories about them. Most of them are about men and boys wearing those dresses. After seeing you in this dress I'm sure that's what you want to do as well." Frozen in place I listened. "After the way you sang in that production last fall, all dressed up like a girl, added to what I found on the computer, I'm sure you loved every minute of it." To my enduring shame, I have a soprano voice when I sing, and had been asked to sing a song in the annual play. I was dressed as a young woman at the time. Mom was right about one thing though, I did like it. Then she began to tell me what was about to happen. "I talked to your father about this and we both agree that you should at least try it, so we have entered you in the annual Debutante Ball at the country club. That gives us almost three months to make you into a fabulously gorgeous debutante. We will start the morning after you graduate." That was the end of the discussion as far as she was concerned. She unzipped the dress, and left me standing there wondering why I didn't say no.

I graduated number one in my class, had a big party, and then, first thing the next morning, mom woke me up and told me that from then until two days after my debut, I would be living as a girl! "Stand still and let me do this Jeffrey." She had the jar of cream in her hand as I removed my PJ's. One look told her that using the cream was redundant. I had done the same thing for the play and not mentioned it, and ever since then, once every two weeks or so, I had used the same cream to take all of the hair off of my body. "I see that you anticipated me!" "I can't be a debutante mother." "And why not? The rules say that all participants shall be at least 17 and have a sponsor. It does not say anywhere that the debutantes have to be girls. You have every right to participate." "Then why can't I wear a tux?" "Because traditionally all debutantes wear white dresses, and if you have to wear a dress then you should at least look and act the part." We looked at each other for a moment, then she started to giggle. Within moments, I joined her. "Okay mom. Have it your way. I'll be a debutante, but between now and then, if I dress as a girl, then I want to at least look like a girl my age." "Deal!"

Since the only thing I had that would fit me was the formal, mom took some measurements and as soon as I was dressed, we went to the mall. "We'll only get enough things to get you dressed well enough to go out, then come back and get a few more things and add some as we go along. Okay?" "Okay mom." Just as we drove into the lot she asked me about some of the sites I had visited. "Obviously you have an idea what you need. Before we go in, tell me." Most of the best I've seen use something like a padded pantybrief to give them a rounder shape, and breastforms that can be attached with some kind of adhesive. That will give me the shape I should have. Since you're asking me, I would do that first, then buy clothes." It was the first time I admitted that I knew how to make myself into a female, even though I had dressed as one only once. Mom left the lot, drove to a small cafe, and used the yellow pages to find what she wanted, then we drove there.

After we walked in, mom was very blunt, telling the woman exactly what I was going to do, and wanted me to look as feminine as possible. I wanted to sink into the floor, but the woman only smiled! "You're the second person to ask me the same thing, for the same reason!" "You mean another boy is going to be a debutante?" "Oh yes. We get a few every year about this time. Come with me dear and we'll get started." She told mom to come back in a few hours and I was taken to the back of the small shop. Not knowing what to expect I was a bit nervous, and was immediately put at ease. "It's an easy procedure, and by the time you leave here today you'll look like a female even naked."

Castings were made of my chest, hips, butt, and groin, and as I watched, she created what I needed, matched my differing skin tones as she went. "This is the newest latex product. Once I attach these pieces you don't have to remove them for any reason. The latex breathes and will preserve your underlying skin." Then she began to attach everything. The most embarrassing one was my groin of course, but within minutes she was done. I looked in the mirror and almost fainted. I had the body of a young girl! I had read about such things but never really believed them; now I could see that it was true! My one time in a dress, and my inner desire had all come together, and with a lot of help, here I was, looking like a naked 17 year old girl! I almost swooned in delight as I looked at myself, and could see for myself that the devices she attached were virtually undetectable. I knew I was going to love it too. "I'll just get a few measurements." Once she did that she made a call. "Your mother is picking up a few things and will be here shortly. Have a coffee."

Draped in a thin gown, I drank the coffee and waited. Almost an hour later mom showed up carrying some packages. She was opening the packages as I took the robe off, and almost fainted herself when she saw me for the first time. "Damn! I never imagined! I mean you look so…" "He has become a she, and will stay that way until I remove the devices." We both looked at her. "I have to use a special solvent to loosen the adhesive; but in my experience, not many come back very soon." She turned and looked directly at me. "If you had showed any fear, denial, or even told me you didn't want this, I would not have done it, but you didn't. You were eager to let me make you into a young girl." Looking at mom, she told her she now had a daughter instead of a son. Mom looked at me, then handed me a pair of panties. They had to show me the easy way to put on a bra. I wear a 36B by the way. Then came the pantyhose, skirt and blouse, then the flats. Out of another bag she pulled a blond wig which was settled on my head. "Now we can go shopping!"

On the way over mom asked me if I had a name selected for my new persona. Without a pause I told her Kimberly Elizabeth. After that she called me Kim or Kimberly without fail. With no makeup I was a bit more than nervous as we walked into the mall, but it was still early and not many people were walking around. Mom and I went into a makeup shop and I had my colors done, my face made up, and bought plenty of what the woman had used on me. At a nail salon my nails were made a tiny bit longer and painted pink. At least I felt better as we went into the department store. Three skirts and blouses, a suit, two dresses, bras and panties and then shoes were added to the pile, and I had my ears pierced with gold hoops put in. "I think that's enough for now Kim. Let's go home."

I went to my room and hung up the new clothes, then joined mom on the patio. "This wig is going to get old mom. I have tennis on Thursday, and I'm afraid it will come off." "You also need a new tennis outfit. Let me make a call and see what I can arrange." "I also want to move some things out of my room mom, so I'll be packing them up." I was throwing away 17 years of my maleness without even a second thought, and I didn't care. By the time dad got home I was done packing almost all of my male clothes away in boxes, leaving me a lot of space in my closet and dresser. Using a small rectangular table and a mirror I created a vanity and set out my new makeup. Wearing a skirt was new, yet I felt as if I always should have worn one and having longer nails did not bother me at all. I heard the door and knew dad was home, so I touched up my lipstick, and went to greet him. On the way I unbuttoned my blouse enough to show some of my brand new cleavage.

He looked at me and his eyes bugged out. "David, this is your daughter Kimberly Elizabeth." I spun around as he watched, then went to sit at the table for dinner. All during the meal he watched me, saw the makeup and nails, my cleavage and the way I looked, and I know he was shocked. Most boys and men that dress as women cannot do it well, usually unable to hide the male shape of their face or shoulders. Me? I had a naturally feminine face and since I was skinny, I looked more naturally a female. He said nothing that night, and in the morning after a shower and a close shave, I tried my hand at makeup for the first time. Mom said I would get better with practice, and we went out again. Our first stop was at her salon. My hair was dyed to match the wig, then my own hair was pulled through it and knotted so that the wig became one with me. Now, it would not fly off. "In a month or so we can take the wig off and style your own hair Kim." We paid the bill and we picked up a tennis dress, shoes and panties to match.

I also tried on a swimsuit, some shorts and some tops, then we went to a dress shop. "The dress you have at home is nice, but not suitable Kim, let's see what we can find." We did find a dress, but when I tried it on it wouldn't zip up. Mom bought it anyway, telling me that she was going to introduce me to some special garments. That's when I found out how restrictive a corset is. I was fitted into a white satin and lace number that shelved my breasts, took my waist down to 20 inches, and made my hips more pronounced. Gasping for air, mom said "it would have to do", and had me wear it out of the store! Back at the dress shop the dress could now be zipped up, and alteration marks were made. Only then was I able to take that corset off.

The next morning it was easier to do makeup, I wore the shorts and a pink top, and went to play tennis. It was a big gamble on my part because I knew all of the players real well. My usual partner was Bill, a crack player that almost always beat any woman that played against him. As Kim I was going to try and win today. Going into the women's locker room was scary at first, but I found an empty locker and began to change. I was in my panties when Beverly showed up and began to undress. She was my age, and one of the girls I had always wanted to be like, and there she was, undressing! I pulled on the ruffled panties and slipped the dress over my head and she zipped it up for me. As soon as I had my shoes on I went out to the courts. Bill was waiting.

"Want a game?" "I don't usually play women…" "Kim. Kim Grant." "You related to Jeff?" I nodded my head and picked up a ball, threw it in the air and hit the serve. He had me all over the court and eventually beat me, but he knew he had been in a game. "Not many women play as good as you do Kim. Let me buy you lunch." If I said yes it would be the first time I had anything to do with a male, as Kim that is, and after a moments thought, agreed. "I'll see you in the clubhouse." He nodded his head and went in the men's while I headed for the women's. This was the test; using a shower with several other women in there. I undressed, and followed two naked girls into the shower. They paid me no attention, then, as I soaped up, Beverly walked in. "You look really familiar. What's your name?" "Kim Grant" I answered as I rinsed off. "Are you related to Jeff Grant?" "My cousin." I said, and wrapped a towel around myself and went to change. I put on my shorts and top, did some makeup and lipstick, then, as I was packing my things into the gym bag, Beverly asked me if I was meeting Bill. "He asked me to have lunch with him, why?" "He's a rat Kim. Don't trust him!" By the venom in her voice I simply had to ask her why. "The guys have a saying. They call it the four F's. Find'em, Feel'em, F**k'em and Forget'em, which is what he did to me. Be careful Kim or you'll find your panties on his dashboard!" This was something I never heard about Bill before! With this new information, I joined Bill in the cafe.

During lunch he hit on me twice! I told him I wasn't that kind of girl, and left him at the table as I walked out. Later, on the way home I began to feel great. I had been naked in the shower and was not discovered, of course, and hit on by a man my own age! I told mom about all of it, including what Beverly said, and was surprised at what she said. "Maybe Beverly read more into their relationship than was there, pushed him to far to fast and he backed away." I changed into a floral summer dress, with white sandals, sat at my vanity and brushed my shoulder length hair out, letting it flowed around my face. I touched up my makeup, and when I was done I looked in the mirror. My reflection was one of a very attractive girl, feminine and prettier than some of the girls I knew. I changed my things to a brown leather purse to complete my outfit. I helped mother make lunch, and after we ate dinner I went shopping, using mom's grocery list.

I was putting all of the food away when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Beverly standing there! "Can I come in?" I admitted her into the house, and she joined me in the kitchen. I looked at her with a glance. Her wavy auburn hair fell across her slender shoulders, her pert breasts were accented by the thin blouse she had on. Her face open and very pretty. Beverly had a trim waist and long shapely legs. "I remembered where I saw you before Kim." Fear gripped my heart, but I went on as if nothing was amiss. "You were in the play and sang the soprano part." She paused, and said, "You're Jeff Grant." Now it was my turn. "You saw me in the shower! You know perfectly well that I do not look like a male!" I looked down for effect, and she snorted. "True, and I don't know how you do it, but You're Jeff Grant!" Just then mother came into the room.

I waited for her to immediately deny who I was, but, she said nothing at first, then, "Kimberly is not Jeffrey, Beverly. Jeff is gone and probably will not be returning. Kim is here now instead." In so many words, she had let my secret out! "But she will not really exist until after the debutante ball, at least to society." Beverly sucked in her breath and I waited for her to erupt, in anger most likely. "This is great!" "Why is that Beverly?" mom asked. "Because now Kim and I can be better friends of course!" "That's nice Beverly, but you cannot give her away, understand? This is important to Kimberly and I will be very angry if that happens." She nodded her agreement and I touched her arm and said, "I was going to use the pool Bev, want to join me?" "Sure! I was out at the lake yesterday and my suit is still in the car, I'll get it. We went to my room to change. I was confident of the way I looked and quickly stripped off my clothes and pulled on the bikini bottoms then the top. Beverly also wore a bikini, smaller than mine, but then, she had a lot of practice at being a girl. As we walked through the kitchen, mom whistled at us.

In the past I had no trouble getting an erection, even with the just the thought of a naked girl. Now, I had seen several naked girls and I never felt anything. No erection, nothing. I guess it was that latex vagina holding it all in. Watching Beverly in the water, her nipples getting hard and poking against the thin cups of her top, I looked down and wanted mine to do the same thing. She and I talked about my transformation, my buying that formal, and so on until it was dinner time. Mom asked her to stay, and as we went to my room to change, dad saw us walk by. I saw him head for the kitchen to talk to mom, knowing he was going to ask her how I managed to look the way I did. Later Beverly went home and I went to my room and turned on my computer.

I scanned in all of my ID including my drivers license, and cleaned up the scans. In the morning I had mom take my picture with the digital camera, and downloaded the image into the computer and recreated all of My ID, but with my new name and printed out each one. Then I called my credit card company and got a new card. I did my makeup, then got dressed. I wore a pink blouse with ruffled sleeves, the collar trimmed in a white lace that matched the pink, white and gray plaid design on the full skirt. I slipped the delicate locket around my neck with a thin gold chain, put on my watch and dashed on some perfume. "I'm going to look for a job mother, see you later!" I left before she could say anything. As it happens, I got a job at a small office as a girl Friday.

I saw Bill and few times but rebuffed him. I was out for a fitting on my dress when I met Jim. His sister was being fitted for her wedding dress, and was waiting for her. Since I had to wait as well, we started to talk, and then he asked me out! Jim was also a classmate in school. A year older, I knew him only in passing. "We can have some dinner at that new club downtown." It took me oh, two nanoseconds to say yes. I gave him my address, then went in for my fitting.

When I told Beverly about my date and where he was taking me, she insisted that I needed to look hot hot hot, so she and I went shopping. I bought a red chemise that was low cut, short and fit like a glove, red shoes and red and gold earrings. I also spent a few bucks on some new perfume. On the way out, giggling, we went into a lingerie shop and I bought some thong panties and a low cut red Pushemup bra. "This will set him right on fire Kim!" Since I wanted to prove my own femininity in the ultimate way, I was hoping she was right.

At home I tried everything on and when dad saw me he almost choked. "Where do you think you're going in that!" "I have a date, and I intend to make it a memorable one!" Mom grabbed my arm and dragged me to my room. "Is there something you haven't told me? Is there, can you…" "Can I have sex with a male, yes. Have I? No. Will I? Maybe." Mom flopped on the bed and looked at me with her eagle eye. "Do you intend to seduce this Jim?" "Maybe, I don't know mother, but it is the ultimate act a female can perform isn't it?" She said nothing for a minute, just looking at me. "You virtually told your father that you intend to 'put out' as they say, and he's having a lot of trouble with the concept that his son can have sex with a male!" "But I'm not your son any more mother! I'm your daughter!" "There are a lot of ways for a girl to take care of a male without doing that Kimberly Elizabeth! Think about it."

On Saturday I went to the salon and had the wig taken off and my own hair done. It was shorter, but very feminine when she was done. My nails were redone and later, at home, I used the cream to remove any stray hairs that had popped out and then sank into a bubblebath. By the time I was dressed I was feeling very sexy and when I looked in the mirror I knew it was true. My breasts were almost swelling out of the bra, my waist trim and narrow, my legs long and shapely. My new perfume, Obsession, smelled great, and as I drew on my fire engine red lipstick I knew I was hot. I loved the way I looked, mom was concerned and dad was worried. Jim however went into lust almost at once.

We had a nice dinner and danced a lot, his hardness pushing against my leg. On the way home he pulled over and parked. His arms went around me and I melted to him as his lips touched mine. His hand found my leg and in a bit of bravery, I touched him. Within seconds he had his weapon out and was urging me to stroke it. My hand went around him, and all at once his tongue sank into my mouth. Within seconds it seemed, he shot his wad and I had a sticky hand. "Sorry Kim." He handed me some napkins and I wiped my hand clean. "You better take me home Jim." Once I was safely in my room and washed up, I understood the immense power I had over males, and it was scary.

Mom and I continued to add to my wardrobe, and using my own money I began to have my thin beard removed. Two days before the debutante ball, I was fitted for my dress for the final time. It was all white satin with white Irish lace over the decollete bust, with pearls sewn on in a pattern on the lace. Floor length, I had to wear several petticoats to hold out the skirt in a circular pattern, and the satin bodice was fitted very tightly to me. Sleeveless, and without straps to hold up the top it was made to fit me perfectly. I had white satin covered shoes with rhinestone shoe clips, a rhinestone choker necklace with a matching bracelet. We took the dress home and the next morning we went to the salon.

Mom and I checked everywhere for stray hairs and found only a few, and I got dressed in jeans and a blouse. We both had our hair was done again as were our nails. At home we had a small lunch, then I went to my room to get dressed. Dad had no clue what was going on, and as I pulled on the white satin panties I knew he never would. He was a real man's man in every way. I was a girl now. I sat at my vanity and did my makeup, using brighter colors and deep black eyeliner. The corset went around me easily and I managed to pull the laces tight myself. The white hose rolled up my legs easily and I fastened them to the garter tabs after I moved them under my panties. Two petticoats, then the dress. An hour later, when dad saw me, I know that in his heart he knew that I was here to stay, his son was gone.

I was properly introduced to society, and then, after the festivities, to the son of a friend of my mothers. The problem was that I knew him. Bill and I had gone to school together. Bill and I danced, and he gave me no indication he knew who I was. He even asked if he could call on me, to which I said he could. I saw my parents dancing, so when Bill asked if he could take me home I was flattered but said no. My dress was huge, and preferred going in our car.

Bill called the next day and came over in the afternoon. He and I went out to the pool and I quickly stripped off my shorts and top, and stood there in my bikini. Bill was ready for a different kind of dip if I was right. He and I went out a few times before I gave up my virginity, which is when mom had me see a doctor.

It's now ten months later and I no longer use breastforms or hip pads, and in a few months Kimberly Elizabeth Grant will make her real debut, but it will be private. Just Bill and I. I'll be the blushing young girl as he blows in my ear and takes me to his bed, my one last act as a debutante.

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