Diane                    by: Janet L. Stickney                    JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

Somehow the dress just felt right. I had dreamed of this moment for a long time, yet I had always been too scared to even try it! This is the first time I have ever worn women's clothing, and now I know for sure that this is exactly what was missing in my life. I don't know why I had dreamed about this, but quite often over the years, in my dreams, I drew a mental picture of myself as a girl, one that I was sure I could never achieve.

As I dressed the softness of the underwear, the silky tautness of the nylons on my legs, the way the skirt flowed around my legs, the aroma of the makeup and the taste of lipstick mixed with the subtle, cloying scent of the perfume I had used over whelmed me. The black high heels I had on made my legs more shapely, made me stand more upright, arching my foot as I felt an elation that simply could not be described!

My name is Duane, I'm age 16, and I am, like most teenagers, able to take things on faith, quite often not knowing that serious consequences might occur as a result of that faith. It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and the family had gone to visit my Aunt Helen for the weekend, leaving me alone in the house for the whole time. For no apparent reason I walked into my sister Sharon's room and looked around. Sharon's 18, just a couple of years older than I am. Her room exuded femininity with pink and white paint, lots of dolls from her childhood, posters of all kinds, and the smell of her perfume. I had always liked the perfumes she chose because they smelled so…feminine. All at once I was overcome with the desire to dress in her clothes, a feeling I had never acted on before. I walked over to the closet and began looking at the bulging wardrobe, the profusion of colors bursting out as I opened the door. I'm not husky in any way, but rather, I have a slender to medium in build, I'm about 5' 6" tall, which usually never bothered me, and in this case, would work to my advantage.

I found, white panties, a white bra, some panty hose, a slip, and put them on the bed. Out of the closet I took a short, dark green skirt, a pale green blouse and some black heels. With some unknown force guiding me, I stripped and began to dress in her clothes, and when I was dressed in just panties and the bra, I started experimenting with the makeup I found lying on the vanity. As I dressed and the soft material caressed my skin my heart quickened, and then, as I looked in the full length mirror and I saw the girl of my dreams, I heart started pounding hard, because I had become the girl in my dreams! I had tried to do something with my hair, but just could not master it, and simply ended up just brushing it into a ponytail.

"If you aren't just the prettiest thing!"

I recognized the voice of course, and as I swallowed my tongue, I spun around to see Sharon standing there. We stood speechless, looking across the room at each other. I wanted to run and hide, become part of the floor, something that would take me away from the inquiring stare of my sister.

"I...I…I thought you were going to Aunt Helen's with Mom and Dad!"

"I can see that! I also see that you have very good taste Duane. That's my favorite outfit!"

I was froze to the chair, waiting to see what she would do next.

"Why don't you finish getting dressed and let me see you?"

I paused, then she held out the pantyhose.

"Go ahead Duane. I'll be back in a few minutes."

She left me standing there with a handful of nylon and a lump in my throat. I sat on the bed and pulled them on, then the skirt and blouse. I had just stepped into the heels when she returned.

"Turn around and let me see you."

With apprehension I slowly spun around on my tiny heels, my skirt flaring, and showing my nicely shaped legs.

"Damned if you don't look terrific Duane! I never would have guessed that you wanted to dress in women's clothes, or that you could look so good! You need some help in the makeup department, but otherwise you look really good!"

I stood perfectly still, just standing there, because I was ashamed to be found dressed like this.

"Gee Sharon, this is the first time I ever dressed like this! Honest! I don't know why I did it, but I did. Don't tell MOM or DAD...PLEASE!!!"

"I won't tell Duane. I think it's kind of neat! I always wanted a sister, and now I have one!"

I heard the words, but at first I wasn't sure I heard her right! "It's obvious that you need some help, so why don't you let me be the one to help you? I could see the hair on your legs right through the nylons Duane! If you want to do this, then why not do it right?"

"Other than my hair, what else is there?" She did not hesitate to tell me.

"Like I said, you'll have to shave your legs, so why don't you go in and take a bath and shave off all of the body hair you can reach, arms, legs, chest, and include under your arms, and wash your hair, then I'll help you dress after that."

I was full of apprehension, but I did as she asked.

Unlike some brothers and sisters, I trusted Sharon. I knew she wouldn't make fun of me or my desires, and she had offered to help, so I stripped off the clothes and did as my sister told me. When I came out of the bathroom, I was in my robe, and I was as hairless as I could make myself. The cooler air felt different on my skin, dryer and cooler than I remembered from a regular shower. Sharon was waiting for me, holding the white panties for me to slip on. As soon as I was modestly covered, she took me by the hand and began helping me dress. The bra was stuffed with a pair of falsies that she had used when she was younger, then she adjusted the bra straps to fit me better, the underwire bra cups pulling my chest in enough to help accent the illusion of boobs.

I rolled the pantyhose up my now bare legs, the sensation of silky nylon making me almost swoon with pleasure. She held out a panty girdle for me to slip on, and when I had pulled it up, I could see that I had a smooth front and no bulge to give me away. Sharon handed me a waist cincher, but I had never seen one before, so she helped me put it on; She could see that it gave me a more slender waist and she was sure that the skirt would fit a lot better. Me? I was gasping for air, which she ignored. Then she led me to the vanity where she began to apply a liquid foundation, then a light dusting of translucent powder. Fortunately we had the same skin tone, which she commented on. Sharon started the color with a rose and copper eye shadow, black eyeliner, black mascara that made my lashes longer, and fuller, then a blusher that highlighted my cheekbones. Sharon took tweezers to my eyebrows, thinning them just enough to define a feminine shape, but not enough to make them definitely female in shape.

"Now then, lets get the slip on, and then we'll get the skirt and blouse."

I pulled the half slip to my waist, and Sharon helped me put the skirt on.

It fit much better than the first time I had it on, since the waist cincher had done its job quite well. The skirt easily zipped up all the way now, and I now had reasonably good figure. I slipped on the black heels once again, still teetering a little. Sharon sat me at the vanity once again and began on my hair. I wore it longer since that was the current style, which was good, because it made it easier for her to create a feminine hair style for me. Sharon began rolling my still slightly damp hair in rollers, following a pattern she found in one of her newest teen magazine, and also trimmed it a little. I was under the dryer for half an hour or so before she began to take out the rollers and comb out my hair.

When she was done I had a very nice feminine hairdo. It was combed out for fullness and it flowed around my lower neck, just above my shoulders. Sharon trimmed the front so my bangs were not quite so long.

"Why don't you slip on the blouse now, and then we'll get some lipstick on you."

She chose her favorite color, a dark red, and she applied it with skill.

"Come on Duane. I bet your just busting to see what you look like now."

I stood, and slowly turned towards the mirror. I was stunned to say the least! There, before my very eyes, was an attractive girl, one that I was attracted to, but I was the girl! I was in a state of shock at the total transformation I had undergone. Sharon's total feminization of me was superb!

Sharon interrupted my thoughts

"While you were in the bath Mom called to say that they have decided to stay for the rest of the week at Aunt Helen's. They'll be gone, it's Friday, you're all fixed up, so why don't we go out tonight?"

"What? Like this?"

"Nobody will ever know that you are not a girl Duane, and yes, I mean you and I, as sisters out on the town!"

I wasn't sure, and gave her my scared look.

"Just look in the mirror again. Tell me what you see. Does that look anything like a boy to you? I'll just bet that you want to go out, don't you?"

My small grin confirmed it for Sharon and she smiled at me.

"We need a name for you. A female name. I can't call you Duane all night, somebody would figure out your a boy right away. Got any ideas?" I blurted out the name of my dream girl, "Diane" before I realized what I was saying. "Okay Diane it is. Now then how about some jewelry for the prettiest girl on the block."

I had pierced my ears like most of the guys at school, so Sharon gave me some long gold dangle type earrings, a matching necklace and bracelet, then she squirted some of her best perfume on me.

As we ate dinner, Sharon warned me about some of the things I would have to watch out for.

"Remember that your name is Diane, and don't panic if some of the guys look at you. They're just going to be sizing you up. There is no way for anybody to know that you are not a girl unless you blow it. In the ladies room, don't stare. Just do your business and get out, but remember to sit down to pee! I'll give you some of my ID just in case. Keep your elbows closer to your body, and walk slower with a shorter stride. I'll be there with you all night, so don't worry, I won't let anything happened to you."

She looked at the clock, then said, "Let's see what we can do with your nails."

Sharon filed and shaped my nails into a very feminine oval, and then applied a red polish that matched my lipstick. As Diane, I spent the rest of the time learning how to walk in the heels, hold a purse, sit, and generally be demure, all the while trying to overcome my fear.

At 7pm Sharon led me out of the house for my very first night "out" dressed as a girl. We arrived at Diamonds about half an hour later. I felt like my knees were shaking so bad that I might not be able to walk, but at my sisters urging, I went into the club, right beside her. We found a table, and Sharon had made me order my own drink.

"You can't be a mute dear, might as well learn now as later."

It wasn't long before the both of us had young men at our elbow wanting to dance.

"Ah come on Diane, let it go. Don't be so uptight."

Sharon told the guys that we would love to dance, and I found myself out on the dance floor being held closely by the young man.

"I'm Greg. I haven't seen you here before, what's your name?"

"I'm Diane Guzaki, and yes, this is my first time here."

The music ended and Greg led me back to the table where Sharon and her friend Jeff were already seated. After the introductions all around, Jeff asked Diane "where are you from Diane" and before she could answer Sharon spoke up.

"She's my cousin from Gaylord, she's staying with me for a few days, so don't get your hopes up."

The evening passed quickly for me, and when the good-byes were over Sharon and I went home.

"Well now Diane, how was the evening? I couldn't help but notice that you and Greg were pretty chummy during the last dance!"

"I was tired! That's all!"

"If you say so hon'. Let's get ready for bed, I'm beat. See you in the morning."

I went to my room and undressed, with the events of the evening racing through my mind. The excitement of being dressed was one thing, but to be accepted as a girl by everyone I met was another thing all together! I slipped into bed, and quickly dropped off to sleep. "Come on sleepy head, get out of bed." I awoke to find Sharon gently shaking me. After I took care of my morning needs I went down to the kitchen to find Sharon cooking breakfast.

"Eat good this morning Diane, we have a big day ahead of us."

Her use of my new name was music to my ears, but the "big day" stuff sounded ominous! I helped her clean up the kitchen, and then we went to Sharon's room.

"Look Diane, we have the whole weekend free, and are off all next week for term break, and Mom and Dad are gone, so why don't you let me use this time to improve your feminine skills? This will be the best time for you, since we have so much time on our hands."

I knew she was right, and in a moment of desire over riding my common sense, I nodded my agreement. Sharon began setting out what I would wear. Light blue panties and bra set, nude pantyhose, the cincher and panty girdle I wore the night before, a simple white blouse and a pair of jeans. The shoes were brown loafers. She had me start with a shower and a very close shave, although I only shaved three times a week as it was.

After my shower Sharon had me dust well with powder, giving my skin a silky feeling.

"Come on Diane, shake a leg! We've got a lot of shopping to do. I think it's going to be a long day."

When she was dressed, Sharon came in and did my hair once again. I was wearing some of my own jeans, but they were a pair of smaller ones that fit tight. A loose blouse and my own brown loafers completed my ensemble. We got the car and headed for the mall. I felt comfortable because nobody took me for what I really was. The very first store that we went into was a lingerie shop well known for the sexy style of clothes they sold there. When I left the store I was well outfitted, with several pairs of panties, with matching bras, and some very well made breast forms that were an exact match for my skin tone. I also got two corsets that Sharon insisted that I try on. They were, in a word, tight! I resisted, but ended up wearing one of the corsets out of the store, with Sharon telling me I would need it later on.

By the time lunch had rolled around, I had a very respectable wardrobe all of my own, and Sharon told me we were just getting started! We strolled into a small but popular dress shop that carried mostly cocktail and prom type dresses. I browsed in the racks and found a "skimmer" type cocktail dress that was fire engine red, low cut, and had thin straps to hold it up. In my excitement, I blurted out

"Sharon, I just have to try this on! It's perfect!"

Taking the dress into the changing room, I quickly stripped off the jeans and the blouse and put the dress on. When I walked out so that Sharon could see it, Sharon and several of the other women there smiled at the way the dress fit me, nodding that I should buy it. Hugging my breasts, showing fake, but alluring cleavage, then fitted across the midriff, and ended by flowing out across the slightly flared hips to end 3 inches above the knee.

"Honey," said a woman standing there, "If you don't buy that dress, your crazy!"

Sharon merely smiled and said, "I guess you know the answer Diane, buy it!"

Changing back to jeans, Sharon and I headed for home.

"I never guessed that shopping would be so much fun Sharon. I thought I was more like Dad I guess, but now, wow!!"

"Now you know that reason women like to shop kiddo. Let's relax a bit, and I'll help you put those clothes away."

We both retired to our rooms and took a short nap. Sharon went to her room, thinking about her newly feminized brother. She didn't know why, but the thought of her brother in dresses excited her, and she felt no shame in helping me realize my dream girl. In fact, she was very truthful when she told me that she was looking forward to having a sister! Back in my room, I was dreaming once again of the girl in the mirror, the one with the red dress of course.

Later, after our short nap, we had a light snack.

"Should I ask if you want to go out again tonight Diane?"

Of course no answer was required! We both went up to get ready for the evening. I once again took a long hot bubble bath, and shaved every part of my body I could reach. After I had patted dry as Sharon told me to do, I dusted myself all over with the sweet smelling powder. I slipped on a pair of the new high cut panties, red of course.

"HEY SHARON! Come in here and help me with this corset again please."

"Hold on Diane, I'll be there in a sec." Sharon came in shortly, and began to help with the corset. "Hold your arms up in the air Diane, and take a deep breath."

I did as I was told, and when Sharon was done hooking the hooks and lacing the laces and I let my arms down I blurted out, "Holy cow Sharon, I got tits!" It was true. The corset had pushed all of the excess flesh up and into the cups of the built in bra!

After I had put on the red bra and inserted the new breast forms, I could see that my own my boobs lay in the cups of the bra, and were terrifically accented by the small falsies. They looked soft and exciting.

"Sit down at the vanity while I work on your eyebrows."

Sharon worked thinning them even more than she did the first time. When she was done, I had a high feminine arch to my eyebrows.

"Now you finish your make up Diane, and I'll finish dressing and them come and help you zip up."

I sat down and began my make up with a light foundation that perfectly matched my skin tone, then I picked a dusty rose eye shadow as the primary color, accented with a shimmering copper highlight. I drew the black eyeliner on my eyelids with a skill that came from desire, not experience. The black mascara lengthened my lashes and added some of the fullness to them that I lacked. A coral blusher for highlight on my cheekbones completed my makeup until I finished dressing.

"Sharon! Are you free yet?"

"Coming, almost ready."

When Sharon stepped into the room, then she gaped at me, her little "brother". I guess I was a stunner! Even without the dress! She grabbed the dress and helped me slip it on, then zipped it up. The corset had reduced my waistline a great deal and the dress fit like it was a second skin! Sharon had me sit down at the vanity, then she brushed my bangs out and curled them a little with a curling iron. She used the rollers to give me the curly hairdo I had the night before.

"Sit here and watch television or something Diane, I have to do my own hair, and when I'm done I'll come brush yours out."

About 30 minutes later Sharon came in and began to take the rollers out and brush my hair out. My hair was puffed, teased, and set into a shorter bob that was curly and quite saucy.

"Now some lip liner and lipstick Diane. You saw me do it yesterday, you try it."

I took the liner brush and traced my lips into a petulant bow and then filled in with a bright red lipstick. Sharon squirted me with some of her perfume.

"Slip on your red shoes, the pair that match one of my purses." In seconds, I was completely dressed and ready for the evening.

Sharon was dressed in a fashion similar to me. She wore a bright green dress that just made it to the middle of her thigh, and was also held up by two thin straps like mine. Black patent leather shoes and purse completed her outfit.

"Lets go girl! I can hardly wait to see those guys go gaga when you walk in."

Sharon and I got the car, and headed for town. We decided to go to a new place in town called Tuxes. It catered to the college crowd, and was a bit more upscale than Diamonds was. We walked in and the waiter found us a table on the lower mezzanine just where we could see, and better yet, be seen. It wasn't long before we once again had several guys at their table asking us to dance. Sharon prodded me a little, and a handsome young college student named Larry Stiles quickly escorted me to the dance floor.

We danced a few faster dances, and Sharon caught my eye and motioned that she could clearly see my bright red panties when my skirt flared out, so I made an effort to be more careful. A slow dance came on and he held me close and tight. I fought against it for a moment, then gave in to the overwhelmingly feminine feelings that overcame me. After the dance, Larry took me to the outdoor balcony where he suddenly scooped me into his arms and kissed me! I again started to struggle, but soon found myself giving in to his very masculine demands. He and I stayed out there for a while, and then went back to my table.

"Will you gentlemen excuse us. Be back in a minute."

Sharon took the lead and I followed her to the ladies room. "You better fix your lipstick Diane, kind of smeary there!"

As I redid my lipstick, Sharon continued, "Bill wants to go for a ride later on. Down by the beach I think. If we decide to go you'll have to be very careful that Larry doesn't find something that girls don't have! Got it? If I could see those red panties of yours, so could everyone else, and red is almost as good as black in turning guys on!"

"Oooh Yah, I got it! But Larry is kind of cute isn't he? I didn't really intend to kiss me Sharon, it just happened!"

"I understand Diane, I really do, but be careful later on, okay?"

We left and went back to the table, to the anxiously waiting guys.

As Sharon had predicted, the guys drove down to the beach, where, as couples, we each went our separate ways. Larry led me to a secluded part of the beach, stopping under a big tree. Being new at this "girl" stuff, I almost got myself into trouble a few times, but I managed to keep Larry's hands away from the one area that would give me away. Larry did manage to feel my "breasts", once, through my dress, but I quickly discouraged him, and I prevented any further action in that area. After a while we just talked, and I found out that Larry was from Gaylord, the same place my Aunt Helen lived! I had told him that Helen was my Mother, since she was supposedly from out of town, and knew I was in a pickle, but didn't know what to do, so I tried to ignore it. After a while, Sharon, with Bill in tow, came by and took me away from Larry's clutches. The guys took us home, and as a group we walked to the front porch.

"We had a real fun time guys, maybe we can do it again real soon. Goodnight." I gave Larry a peck on the cheek and went in the house.

"Boy! You sure knocked'em dead tonight Diane! I never in my whole life would have dreamed that you liked to wear women's clothes, or that you could look so good in them either! You took to those clothes like you have been wearing them all your life. And the guys! You sure that this is the first time that you've ever been dressed as a girl?"

"I swear to you Sharon, yesterday was the first time in my life I ever wore women's clothes. And besides, you were the one to suggest that we go with them to the beach, what could I do but play out my role as a girl!"

"Okay, Okay. I kind of wanted to see how you would react is all. Don't get your tits in an uproar. We'll talk again tomorrow morning, I'll see you then, good night Diane."

The next morning I found myself the first one up, it was around 10am, so I started some coffee. Sharon came down about half an hour later. When we looked at each other, we both began to laugh and giggle.

"Diane, I really had a wonderful time last night. You really had Larry going! You know of course that he really likes you, and I guess I need to know if you want to continue dressing as a girl?"

"I don't know Sharon, I found out that I definitely like it that's for sure, but Dad wouldn't understand, and that's positively a sure thing!"

"I know that silly, but I want to know if you want to spend the week as Diane, full time, every day. We can have a lot of fun together, and I'll help you every step of the way."

The pleading tone in her voice told me that she did not want to give up her "new" sister just yet, and neither, I realized, did I.

"Sure! Sounds like fun."

Since the day was Sunday, we lounged around and then we spent some time in Sharon's room as she let me try on different skirts, blouses and dresses trying to figure out my "look". It was a pleasant day for the two of us, as we became a lot closer.

On Monday we both got dressed in shorts and blouses and proceeded to clean the house from top to bottom. By late after noon everything glowed with polish and the house smelled of fresh carpets and Lilac air freshener. Sharon said,

"I'm ready for a long bath and a good dinner Diane, how about you?"

"Me too! You go first, then I'll take bath while you get dressed."

It wasn't long before the two of us smelled of bath salts and body talc.

"I'm beat Sharon! Let's just relax, watch television and mellow out tonight."

"I was hoping that you'd say that. These flannels feel real good right now!" Sharon and I sat around all evening in our nightgowns and went to bed rather early.

The next morning I was up and dressed in a skirt and sweater, making breakfast, when Sharon finally got up.

"Hi Diane. If you don't have any plans for today, lets see if we can fit you into one of my swimsuits and go to the beach. Okay?"

"That's pretty risky Sharon. I don't have any shape at all unless I pad almost all over, and all of it floats! I get a very ugly picture here Sharon."

"Sure that is all true, buy why not try it anyway?"

I knew it was just about the worse place for a boy dressed as a girl to go, but then, if I could do it there I could do it anywhere.

"Okay, I'll try it, but I go only if we both agree I look okay, deal?"

"Deal."

After breakfast we went to Sharon's room where she pulled out several of her old swimsuits for me to try on. Sharon held out a green spandex type suit, took one look and said "nope!" The next one was a dark blue one with several yellow stripes running on an angle, with a small skirt attached.

"Try this one on Diane, it looks like it'll fit just fine."

I took the suit and headed for my room, and after quickly stripping down to my panties, I slipped the suit on.

"You can come in now Sharon."

Sharon came in and gave me a very critical once over.

"Well, the suit fits pretty good, but it looks like you'll need to wear the cincher under the suit, and it'll fit even better with these."

She handed me the new breast forms we had bought.

"Slip them into the suit and let me see how you look." I did as instructed, and the swimsuit looked much better. "Pretty good girl! But you'll have to shave your legs a little higher before we go to the beach though, see you in half an hour."

She left me standing there in that suit wondering if this was the right thing to do. Yet as I looked in the mirror, I knew I wanted to at least try it, so I stripped again and went in to shave my face and trim what the suit would reveal. I wore the suit under some shorts and a top, my makeup thin foundation and some eyeliner with lipstick.

In less than an hour we were on our way to the beach, with me sitting there having very definite butterflies in my stomach.

"I'm really worried about this Sharon, almost all of the kids will be at the beach today, and when they see you, they'll recognize me for sure!"

"Settle down Diane. Your my cousin from Gaylord remember? That'll explain the family resemblance, and besides, nobody will be expecting you, especially dressed this way. So just settle down and follow my lead. I won't let anyone bother you, so you just enjoy the day."

I seemed to calm down, so Sharon let it go. When we reached the beach we walked to a semi secluded spot and settled down onto our blankets. The afternoon sun was warm, and before long we decided to head to the water where I found what it's like to swim in a suit with a skirt. Per Sharon's instructions I did not put my head under water

When we returned to our blankets, we found Larry and Bill waiting for us!

"Hi Diane. Nice to see you again, do you mind if we join you?"

Sharon and I looked at each other, then told them they could join us. We spent a very enjoyable afternoon with the guys, and when it was time to leave, Bill asked Sharon if she and I wanted to go to dinner that night with them. Once again Sharon and I traded looks, then told them to come by at 7pm that night, and we were soon on our way home.

"I'm not to sure about all of this dating stuff Sharon, pretty soon Larry's going to want more than a kiss on the cheek. I like the dressing and all, but I'm getting concerned all the same."

"I understand Diane. I really do. After tonight, no more dating for you!"

Sharon drove us home as I contemplated the past few days and a very uncertain future. We both took quick showers, and began to dress. It seemed like fate that we both chose shirtwaist dresses and simple flats to wear. I was in bright green and Sharon in a muted blue. Sharon once again helped me with my hair, and just as we finished dressing the doorbell rang. The dinner was in a quiet restaurant, and the four of us enjoyed the Italian dinner. But at the end of the evening when the guys took us home, I told Larry that I was going back to Gaylord, and ran in the house.

We both retired to our rooms and went to bed. The next morning it was Duane that emerged from my room. "Hi Sharon. I decided to be myself today. I really enjoyed being Diane, but I'm beginning to wonder if I could lose myself...my male self that is, and I'm not even sure if I want to be my male self anymore! I...I" For the first time since I was 10, I cried in front of my sister. Sharon reached out and took me into her arms, held me and spoke soothing words to me.

"I understand Duane. I'm well aware of the stress that this has put you under. I saw it in your eyes yesterday. But you have found a part of you that you seem to have a need to express, a feminine side, one that you don't think your friends would understand. I'm a girl for goodness sake! Your own sister and I don't understand this attraction for girls clothes you have. But I'll always be here for you, to help you if you need it, and to love you because you deserve it."

By the end of her little speech, we were both in tears. Just then the doorbell rang and Sharon answered it. There was a short pause before I heard her screaming. DUANE! DUANE! I ran to the front room to find Sharon standing there with a state trooper.

"I'm sorry sir, but there has been an accident. A very serious accident. Could you both come down to the station with me?"

The trooper was very polite, but I could see that he was quite serious in his request, and I just knew that my parents had been killed or seriously hurt.

"Sure. Just give us a moment."

I took Sharon in my arms and held her tight. "You know that we have to go with him Sharon. I'll drive. I took her car keys and we left, following the trooper. The news was bad. Both of our parents had been killed by a drunk driver. The drunk of course, was not hurt in the least. And then we found out that this was not the first time the guy who had killed our parents had hurt someone while driving drunk.

Alone now, we went home to cry and mourn our loss even as we wondered what would happen next. Sharon was legally an adult, but I wasn't. What would happen to us? Unable to be apart, we held each other until we finally fell asleep. Our Aunt Helen came down the next day with the bodies, and helped us prepare for the funerals. It was several weeks before we had settled all of our parent's affairs and with the insurance company. Then all of my escapades came to roost.

"You know, I've had some very strange phone calls in the last few weeks. It seems that I now have a daughter. A daughter named Diane."

Helen turned to Sharon, "It seems she stayed with you for a few weeks over term break. Since I have no children let alone a daughter, I want to know who is, or was," she turned and looked directly at me, "Diane?"

Sharon and I quickly looked at each other, but before we could speak, Aunt Helen spoke again.

"It was you wasn't it Duane? You are the mystery girl Diane."

I felt my mouth drop open, confirming her guess.

"I got a call from a Mrs. Stiles, a member of my church, who happens to have a grandson named Larry. She told me that he called and raved on and on about a girl he had met, and she was from Gaylord! This girl said her Mother was Helen Guzaki. Now really kids! How many Guzaki's do you think there are in Gaylord? Now, I want one of you to tell me the truth."

When Sharon sneaked a look at me, it only confirmed her suspicions, and knew she at once.

"Tell me the truth, it was you wasn't it Duane."

I stood there, my head downcast, but finally, looked up and said "yes Ma'am." In a very soft tone of voice, Helen asked us to explain. Sharon and I began the tale, and when we were finished, she merely sat there.

"You are both out of school at the end of this term, Duane at least for the summer, and you both have more than enough money to go to school anywhere that you want, but...but, I'd like Sharon and… Diane to come and spend the summer with me before the start of the new school year."

She looked right at me when she spoke, but it was Sharon that spoke first.

"That's great! We've had a lot of fun in the last few days!"

Looking right at me, Sharon said to me, "You know you want to! Say you'll be Diane for the summer!"

Of course, I really wanted to do it, but I was afraid to say so, at least right then. "

I'll think about it." But Sharon saw the look in my eyes and knew I would be Diane again.

It seemed that I had found myself in one of those predicaments that come from leaping without looking!

"Since you have decided to get in touch with your feminine side, I think that we, Sharon and I, should help you."

Then, Helen began to outline what she thought they should do to help me realize my feminine self.

"Since you rashly told someone that you were my daughter, I think that you should become my daughter! So, from now on, you'll dress and behave as Diane. I'll help you with poise, mannerisms, walk and so on. When we leave for Gaylord, you'll have nothing but Diane's clothes with you, and that's how you'll dress, for at least the summer."

I was happy, and yet scared and very concerned about what was in store for me.

The rest of the school year went by quickly, but Sharon was the first to notice that I had not cut my hair once since the beginning of the term. She teased me about it once in a while, but she and Helen never pushed me to dress as Diane. Up to now, Helen had not yet seen me as Diane, so on the very last day of school, when nobody was home, I made my decision right then. Since I was home alone, I went to upstairs and took a very long bath, shaved very carefully, and once again got dressed as Diane.

I took time picking out my clothes. Blue panties, a lace trimmed white underwire bra, some nude pantyhose, the cincher and panty girdle. I chose the light blue shirtwaist dress, white heels and a necklace of white beads with a white bracelet. It was all laid out on the bed before I started dressing. I slipped on the panties, and once again felt the thrill of desire course through me. I quickly continued dressing, and when I was ready I went to the vanity and began my makeup. Even though I had not put on makeup more than six times in my life, I did an even better job than Sharon did on me! I simply brushed out my now longer hair, fluffed it up and used a curling iron in a few selected places. A dab of perfume, the jewelry, and I was done. The shoes slipped on my feet easily, and I found myself heading for the stairs without a thought.

Helen had come home from the grocery store, and when she heard the steps on the stairway she turned around.

"Oh my god! You're Diane? Is this my daughter?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm Diane, and, I intend to stay this way for as long as you'll let me. Since I discovered Diane, I've known that this was the real me. I also intend to be the best daughter that you've ever had!"

"Duane, I mean Diane, of course you'll be the best daughter I ever had, and you can stay Diane for as long as you want. With one provision. You must always do your best. No clownish looking dressing, no part way dressing, and my daughters, both of them, will be ladies, and I mean well groomed, well dressed, well mannered and polite. I'll help you whenever you need it, but you have to agree with my rules. Can you agree Diane?"

I rushed into her arms, the tears I cried were the tears of joy and acceptance.

"Now then." Helen began, "I want to see your wardrobe."

"As far as my wardrobe goes, it's mostly Sharon's, but I have a few things of my own."

When we were upstairs, we heard the door shut.

"I'll show you what I have."

I led the way to my room, and after I had shown Helen all of the undergarments, I got out the red "datebait" dress. Just then Sharon walked into the room.

"Wow! That's some dress Diane!" She turned to Sharon and asked her,

"How'd she look in it Sharon?"

"She knocked'em dead! In fact I felt like a wallflower next to her!"

I stood there while Sharon raved on about how good I looked. I was torn between being proud of my looks, and the obvious strangeness of being a boy that liked to wear dresses, and standing there and admitting it.

"Well Diane, after seeing what you have, it seems that we have some shopping to do. You have enough lingerie for now, but you are going to need some more summer clothes, and we might as well start planning for next years school term."

Helen spoke as if it that was the plan all along!

"Lets go girls. We need to go shopping!"

Helen led the way, followed by Sharon and I. We stopped at a strip mall and the three of us went into the beauty shop.

"Hi. Can you do three of us?"

"Yes Ma'am. It'll be a few minutes, have a seat."

Shortly the operator came out.

"Hi. I'm Wendy, who's first?"

Of course, both Helen and Sharon pointed at me.

"See what you can do for her will you? Maybe a soft perm, and lighten her hair to true blonde. She hasn't had a good cut and perm in a very long time."

Helen then turned to me.

"Just go with her honey, it'll be fine. By the way, Wendy, while we're here, let's get her nails done. They're so short right now that maybe some acrylics would be best."

By the time we had left the beauty shop, Helen had spent several hundred dollars. All three of us now had blonde hair, our nails done, as well as having makeup that was faultless.

"Now then, lets go outfit you with a wardrobe suitable for a young woman of class."

Helen spoke as she walked out the door, continuing in the car.

"Your undergarments are fine, but you need to have a few more slips, perhaps another cincher, and I also know of a place where we can get you some of those special pantybrief's that have the fanny pads built in. They'll give you better definition in the hip area. The breast forms are okay for now, but why not just go ahead and have some made for you? They now have them that glue to the body and are virtually undetectable from the real thing. "

I sat there basking in my newfound beauty and acceptance, and barely heard what Helen was saying.

At the mall we went to Newman's, the largest department store there and I picked out several bras that met with Helen and Sharon's approval, along with some slips, both full and half, in selected colors. The dress shop was next, and together we picked out some skirts, and dresses that ranged from very dressy, to everyday, and some for church. The shoe department was next, and I ended up with flats in three colors, Heels in four colors, and some feminine looking sneakers, along with panty hose, socks and purses to match it all. Then, as we passed the swimsuit area, I naturally headed for the department, Helen stopped me.

"Why don't we wait until you have your custom breastforms, then you can buy a swimsuit. It might change your selection."

By this time we were getting hungry, so we took the bags to the car and went to dinner. I started to order like I used to, back when I was Duane, but Helen and Sharon stopped me.

"You have to watch the old figure Diane. You should probably lose some pounds anyway, so salads and fish and chicken for you!"

After dinner we went to the store that made the breastforms, and I had a mold made of my chest. The operator, Joyce told me that it would be about a week before they were done, and she would call. I signed for the work and then began to try on the padded pantybrief's.

"These are just right for you Diane, They fit perfect, match your skin tone, and give you a perfect figure!"

Joyce was the only one in the room, so I asked her if I could just wear it home.

"Sure, no problem."

"I think I better get two more, okay?"

"Of course."

When I walked into the front room, Helen and Sharon both gasped at the change the pantybrief made in my figure. It filled out my hips just right. "

"Lets go home girls. It's been a big day, and I'm pretty sure that Diane is as whipped as she is excited!"

After we got home, and all of the clothes had been put away, we met in the den.

"Diane, I hope you know what this means for you. I was sure that if I let you decide, you would see how hard its going to be for you. But you seem perfectly comfortable as a girl. I thought the perm and hair color would scare you off, but you went to it like it was the most natural thing in the world. I guess you realize that with the perm you're definitely Diane for a minimum of three months. We also have to overcome the identification problem. Since I know that you know how to drive, I wonder, if we moved back to Gaylord, could we get you a license up there in the name of Diane?"

Helen got "that" look on her face again. "What do you girls think of moving in with me at my home? Sharon's going to State which isn't that far away, and Diane can start fresh, as my daughter."

Helen looked at both of us, and Sharon spoke first,

"I guess its fine with me, I'll be gone most of the year. It'll have to be Diane's decision."

They both looked at the grin on my face and got the answer.

"Okay. Since we all agree that we are moving, lets figure out what we are going to take and what to sell. We need to call a Realtor, mover, arrange to shut off all of the utilities, and pack, but we have to wait until Diane's breastforms come in and she's fitted, so why don't we start figuring out what to take and so on. Today's the 10^th. Why don't we plan on being out by the first of the month?"

We all busied ourselves packing and preparing for the move. I had to get used to working with the extended nails, and the breasts. I had gone down to the shop and been fitted for the new breastforms a few days earlier. They were a full B cup, moved and felt like the real thing, and even got warm to the touch. The woman glued them on, and told me they would stay for a month easily. They were so closely matched to my skin tone that I didn't need to do any makeup on the seam line where they met my chest. They were exactly the right size and weight for me, and they conducted body heat so that anyone that might accidentally touch them would not know the difference. In other words, except for the real thing, they were as close to perfect as you could get! The house sold in three days since it was in a very nice area, and true to our goal, we moved to Gaylord on the first of the month. Helen's house was right on the lake, and she had three extra bedrooms, so she gave me my choice.

"I'd like the one in the back Helen. It's got plenty of closet space, and I like the view of the lake."

After I had settled my things in my new room, Helen, Sharon and I headed to a local cafe for a light lunch. It took us about two weeks before we were reasonably settled in, Sharon and I had taken to calling Helen Mom. She was uncomfortable at first, but soon realized that we called her Mom out of our love for her. Sharon and I went into town to see if we could find something for me to wear to the beach, and by the time we left the store, I was the proud owner of a fuller cut bikini!

"Now that we are settled in, I think that we're going to have to get you a drivers license and a social security number. I have to go back to work, and I expect both of you to get jobs. I'll go with Diane to get her drivers license tomorrow, and a SS number. There are plenty of things we have to do to help Diane become as feminine as possible. You are about 25 pounds overweight for a girl of your height, so you're on a diet until you lose the weight."

I glanced down at myself, sitting there in a blue and white checked jumper over a white blouse and white flats, and knew that I might as well do my best. There really wasn't any choice. Once I had discovered my true self, I resigned myself to my fate, and I become relaxed and at ease with myself, except for the moments fear jumped up and bit me.

"I'll tell you that I'm scared that someone will find me out, then what? I'll be the laughing stock of the town!"

Mom interrupted me, "Calm down Diane. First of all, you're absolutely lovely. Nobody in their right mind would think that you are a boy, and second, I'll be right here for you. I'll teach you all of the tricks that we girls learn at a very young age. Now be calm, trust me, and before long you'll be as comfortable as Diane as you ever were as Duane." In my heart I knew she was right.

The rest of that day was spent cleaning, ironing and putting away clothes. The next day mom got us up at 7am and told me to wear a skirt and blouse.

"After breakfast we'll get you a license in the name of Diane, along with a SS number."

Getting a driver's license turned out to be easy, since one of mom's best friends ran the department. After the test I was officially Diane Marie Guzaki, at least according to the state. Armed with a valid driver's license, I also got a Social Security number. She let me drive home. Sharon said, "While you were gone I called for our appointments at Newman's like you asked, and we are scheduled in at 1pm."

"Thanks Sharon.

Now that I was "official", mom and Sharon began to refer to me in the feminine all of the time, and all of my male clothes were gone. Sharon and I went out the next day to try and find summer jobs. They both ended up working at Newman's department store. I found myself working in the custom dress shop, while Sharon was in jewelry. We spent most of the day filling out forms and finding our way around our own departments as well as the store. The next morning, after we had reported for work, I found myself quickly getting the hang of things, and within the first week I sold three very expensive dresses!

"Goodness Diane! I haven't ever sold three dresses like those in one week!"

My boss, Ruth, was very happy with my attitude and ability!

"We are having a charity ball and modeling party at the country club in a five weeks, and I'd like you to be one of the models."

I was stunned, in fact, I was so stunned I forgot to say no! Ruth took my silence as a yes!

"Good! I'll help you pick out several dresses, and we can get them fitted. Oh honey, you'll be a smash!"

I didn't know until later what being model meant, except that Ruth told me I would be changing in a room with other girls and women, getting a full makeover, modeling lingerie as well as clothes, swimsuits, coats and hats. When I told mom and Sharon at dinner, Sharon was ecstatic, but mom had some reservations about my ability to do it, given the very short time I had been dressing as a girl. But, mom thought, with careful makeup around the breast forms and a close shave the night before, I might be all right.

"I'll let you do it, but only if I can be the one to help you change dresses and so on. Otherwise it might be to risky for you. After all, you've only just started wearing women's clothes Diane. I understand Ruth's desire to have you in the show since you are quite lovely. But, we only have five weeks to get you into shape."

So began my very intensive dieting, training in poise, mannerisms, walking and so on. Working at the dress shop, I began to find that I had a natural flair for helping women pick out just the right outfit. My ability with color and style grew, and my sales were constantly at the top of the chart. In the following five weeks I lost 22 pounds, lost two dress sizes, and actually forgot that I was a male! So fluid were my movements, my graceful walk and poise were only accented by my manners. But it seemed that all I did was work, putting in longer hours than the others. In return, I became "the" person to seek out when the wealthier women in town wanted to buy a dress.

Over the next few weeks, my weight loss had brought me down to a size 10 dress, and I had become so engrossed in everyday life that being I was as natural as if I had been born that way. Mom had also noticed that young men were taking notice of me. And rightly so, since she always told me that I was, without doubt, a real beauty. I had also been told by some of my co-workers that several young men had made inquiries about me! In my delight at being able to express my feminine side, I had forgotten about the effect pretty young girls make on handsome young men! I had made friends with a co-worker, a girl my age named Nancy Falston, who told about all the guys checking me out.

"I'm telling you Diane, you don't know how many guys have asked me about you, and I hear that you went out with Larry Stiles a few times. His Grandmother is a regular of mine, and she tells me that he is coming to stay with her for a few weeks and wants to se you again!"

I was somewhat shocked, but I had the charity fashion show and Ball to get ready for, and quite frankly didn't give Larry another thought.

The following Monday, Ruth asked Diane to come to her office.

"Good Morning Diane. I thought that we might select the dresses that you are going to model in the show. Have you given it any thought?"

"Yes Ma'am. I have several dresses in mind Let me show you."

We left the office and walked to the store room where I pulled out my selections for Ruth's approval. One was a black cocktail dress of satin, with spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline, fitted bodice, and flaring skirt that came to just above the knees. The next one was a very chic suit of camel colored silk, with a skirt and slacks. The jacket was without lapels, and the skirt was A-line. The third and last dress was a complete bridal outfit, including a traveling suit! The bridal gown was of white satin, brocaded with pearls. It also had a sweetheart neckline, but one that showed substantially more cleavage than the first gown. The sleeves and back were of tulle lace with pearls attached, and had a matching hat, and veil. The train was long enough that I would need help if I walked anywhere in it! The traveling suit was actually a shirtwaist dress, but it was white with a muted red orchid print and matching jacket.

"I must say that your selections are perfect Diane, and you have chosen such a wide range! I'm impressed! I'll call the fitter, and we can get any alterations done before the show."

Ruth left to make the call, and I went to the changing room to change into the cocktail dress. It took most of the afternoon, but I tried on every dress I had selected and the fitter made notes and measurements on the changes she needed to make.

"Your Mother is here to see you Diane."

Nancy was carrying a bundle of clothes as she walked by. Mom was there with Mrs. Stiles, a very handsome woman indeed.

"Diane, This is Mrs. Stiles, Larry's Grandmother. She and I were out for lunch and decided to stop in."

"How do you do Mrs. Stiles."

I knew enough to stand there demurely while I was sized up by the woman.

"Your Mother has told me of your participation in the Fashion show, and I was wondering if you had an escort to the Ball afterward. If not I would like to suggest that Larry be allowed to escort you. I know the this isn't quite proper, but he is still in school, and....well, he told me so much about you. He really likes you and I hope that you like him. Can I tell him that you have agreed to his escorting you to the Ball?"

I wasn't ready for this! I hadn't yet given any thought about the Ball. In fact, I had thought that mom, Sharon and I would attend by ourselves!

"I have accepted Doug Givens as my escort for that night Diane. You and Larry could come with us if you like."

Mom having a date was also a shock! It only took a moment for me to figure out that she was going to be there and make sure that I didn't get into trouble.

"I'd love to have Larry escort me to the Ball Mrs. Stiles, Thank you."

"I now have a date for the danced after the show Nancy. Its a guy I met earlier in the summer, it's that guy Larry Stiles I told you about."

Nancy, who had been trying to find a guy for the semi reclusive Diane was ecstatic!

"That's great Di! Looking the way you do, I just know that he's a hunk! Right?"

I merely smiled and walked away, but inside I was delighted! In the few minutes we had talked I realized that I had been accepted as girl in every way, and thought about Larry. He is tall and handsome, and he only knows me as Diane, so why not?

There were more surprises in store for me when I got home that evening. Walking into the house I saw Mrs. Stiles, sitting there, in a very regal manner, drinking tea with mom, who spoke first,

"Come in dear. We were just discussing you." "

You are a very lovely girl Diane, But my instincts told me that something was wrong. You are a boy, right?"

I was stunned to hear the rest of what Mrs. Stiles had to say !

"I...I...I"

"Mrs. Stiles and I have already talked Diane. I had to tell her everything."

Mrs. Stiles spoke again, "Listen honey, I don't care. You are without a doubt the best looking girl in the town, and if Larry can't tell the boys from the girls, well, that's his problem! I just wanted to tell you to your face that in all the times I've seen you at the store, I've never seen you act in anything but a ladylike manner and I wouldn't tell your secret to anyone! In fact I wish my own daughters were as pretty and well spoken as you are! Don't feel bad about your Mother telling me. I can't explain it, but I just knew something wasn't right. You might say that I forced the issue."

I started to cry right there in front of both of them.

"Don't cry Diane. You must be under an awful strain."

Mrs. Stiles took me in her arms and comforted me until the sobbing had slowed down some.

"I can't go back to being Duane! I just can't! I told you someone would find out! I'm ruined, I'll be the laughing stock of the entire town! I want to be like all of the other girls!"

I spun and ran to my room and closed the door with a slam. Half an hour later mom and Mrs. Stiles cautiously opened the door to my room.

"It's me honey, Mom."

I looked at them through red rimmed eyes, despair written on my face like a tabloid headline, stark and open. Mrs. Stiles spoke gently.

"If you want to be a complete woman Diane, all you have to do is ask. I swing a lot of weight in this town and I'm sure that we can get you whatever it is that you need. But womanhood is more than clothes and makeup. It's a state of mind. A woman knows many things that a man does not. How to cry is only one of them. Your desire to achieve is reflected by your attention to yourself, and I can tell you that there are many women who would love to have a daughter such as you. Now, if you like, I'll talk to some people and see if we can help you in your quest for womanhood."

I simply started crying again. The women left me to cry it out and resolve those inner conflicts she was facing. I was about to make the biggest decision of my life. I knew what I wanted, yet I was scared of the uncertain future. I didn't feel the guilt that most TV's felt, at least those I had read about. I felt confident and sure of myself most of the time, a feeling she never had as Duane. I was smaller than most of the other guys and I was painfully aware that even then I looked like I had a girls frame. But now that I could express myself as Diane, I was accepted, with no thought to anything except my ability in the dress shop. I hadn't even considered boys, and except for the few times I went with Sharon, I never had the desired to be with boys!

I was too busy perfecting myself by constant effort. By dinnertime I had made my decision. She walked silently down the stairs.

"Mom?"

She turned around to see me standing there, I held my head high, smiling.

"I've decided that if Mrs. Stiles can help me become Diane in the truest, and fullest sense of the word, then I'm ready! I lost Mom and Dad, Sharon's moving to the college, and I'll be damned if I'll let myself lose Diane! And you....Mom."

Mom rushed forward to accept hold me, as a daughter, a real daughter, one that she knew she would be proud of. Holding onto each other we became as one, of one mind and one heart, Mother and daughter, to overcome what, right then, was a minor obstacle.

The next morning, when I got up, I found Sharon sitting there at the kitchen table. As soon as Sharon saw me, she rushed and took me onto her arms.

"I want you to know that I am very happy for you Diane. I think that I knew from the first day you dressed up that you would never be happy until you became a woman. Last night Mom told me all about what happened today. It might feel like a cruel way to discover something about yourself, but in the end, it would have come out anyway. I told you before that I care about you the person, and would love you whatever your decision was. I also told you that I always wanted a sister, and your being that sister has no bearing on the way I thought about you and I meant it. I'm so happy for you!!"

We hugged, and of course the three of us started crying again. It was more than obvious that I had my entire families support. Buoyed by the confidence they gave me, I was ready to start the new day.

"Hey you two, we have to get to work!"

The day seemed to fly by and it wasn't until I got home that I remembered that we only had one week until the fashion show and Ball.

"Mom! I'm going to ask Ruth if I can wear the little black dress I'm modeling to the dance."

Mom had made arrangements with Diane's boss Ruth so that she could be the one to help Diane during the changes she would have to make during the fashion show. As it happens, I was the first one down the runway, wearing the tailored camel suit, first wearing the skirt, then with the pants shortly after. The rest of the girls walked the runway and the audience oooed and ahhhed in all of the right places. My second trip on the boardwalk was in the black dress that I had selected to wear to the Ball. But the very last dress in the show was the bridal outfit, with me modeling it of course!

I brought the house to its feet. The gown was, without a doubt, the stopper of the show. My demure walk, firm posture and beauty showed both the dress and myself to perfection. The coordinator had lighted the runway to accent the dress, and audience went silent during my walk down the boards. When I reached the end of the runway and stood there, the audience broke into applause. The rest of the girls modeling came out onto the runway to the continuing applause of the audience, and after a moment they stepped back and left me in the spotlight alone, wearing the bridal dress. I got a standing ovation from the crowd and then the rest of the models joined them. I admit it, I was in seventh heaven! It was almost every girls dream, and yet I was the one standing there, and I had only been a girl for a few months!

The changing out of the bridal gown was quickly done as Mother was there to help me. I changed into some jeans and a pullover blouse, slipped on my flats and grabbed the black dress on the way out with mom right behind me. Ruth stopped us on the way out of the arena.

"Diane! You were such a hit! I can't tell you how many people wanted to congratulate you. There aren't enough words to tell you what a fine job you did. As a reward for all of your efforts, you can have the black dress to keep, besides, nobody else could wear as well as you do. See you at the Ball tomorrow night."

Mom and I looked at each other and began to laugh! I had made the greatest hit of my life, and I was now being accepted, truly accepted as for myself, and not a freak like I feared.

I spent the whole day Saturday primping and getting ready for the big Ball. Sharon, Mom and I went to the beauty shop and got our hair and nails done again. By this time my hair had grown quite long, so I had it done in a very stylish chignon, with rhinestone clips and trailing tendrils that framed my face. When I left the shop it was easy to see that I was simply on cloud nine.

"Larry and Doug Givens will be here at 6pm Diane. Let's get you dressed."

I went to my room, and started dressing, starting with white satin panties, lace trimmed, French cut. I slipped them on and then called for mom to come into the room.

"I'll need some help with this corset Mom. Can you give me a hand?"

She came in and started lacing up the corset. When she was done, I had a 36-24-36 figure. My breastforms lay in the built in cups, undetectable from the real thing. I quickly slipped on the hosiery and clipped them to the garter straps, and then I slipped on my flats.

I started looking for the dress, and when it was not to be found in my room I slipped on a robe and went downstairs.

"Mom, I can't find my dress. Do you know where it is?"

Sharon walked into the room carrying what was obviously a dress, covered in plastic.

"I think you'll like this on better Di. Come on, I'll help you try it on."

Sharon took my hand and led the way back to my room. I had no idea what was going on, but Sharon seemed to know, so I followed her. Sharon hung the dress on a door hanger and as she took the plastic off, she could hear me gasping in the background.

"What's going on here?"

Sharon merely smiled at me.

"It's your gift from Mom and me! Try it on, I can hardly wait!"

Mom walked in just as I had slipped off my robe. Sharon took the dress from its hanger and she and mom held it out so that I could get it over my head. Once it was on and zipped up, I went to the mirror in my room to see it. It was a rose colored floor length gown of satin. In fact, it looked just like the wedding gown I modeled the day before! Minus the hat, veil, and long train of course.

Mom also presented me with a pair of matching shoes and purse. After a frantic hour, while we all finished dressing, Sharon's date, Tom Bigelow arrived to pick her up. Mom and I had to wait about 20 minutes before Doug and Larry showed up. When Larry saw me, he literally gasped.

"You look even prettier than the last time I saw you Diane!"

Mom made the introductions and after the presentation of corsages, the guys escorted us to the car, which for the occasion was a white, rented limousine.

"Larry and I decided that we couldn't take the best looking women in town to the dance in anything less than a limousine. Our white charger so to speak."

Doug was grinning while he said it, but the "Look" on Larry's face said it all. He was, without a doubt, head over heels in love with me! he looked like a moonstruck kid in a candy store for the first time.

Our entrance to the Ball was done in the grandest fashion. A gentleman acting as a sort of maitre' de took our invitations and announced them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Helen and Diane Guzaki, escorted by Larry Stiles and Doug Givens."

Larry took my arm and we walked together down the promenade, and I was beaming in delight at having him as my date. Both the women, some in envy, others in admiration, and the men in desire and awe, watched Larry and Doug escort us to reception line. Without prompting, I instinctively knew the proper etiquette, and both curtsied and bowed when required. Larry effortlessly guided me to our table.

Sitting at the table was mom, Doug, Sharon Tom, Larry, Mrs.Stiles, her escort, Dr. John Wallis, and myself. Mrs. Stiles made the introductions. An announcement from the stage drew everyone's attention.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, The dance will begin, with Miss Diane Guzaki and Larry Stiles."

Larry and I were shocked to say the least, but Mrs. Stiles told them she had arranged it.

"I don't want any complaints from you two. You're the best looking couple here and you know it, so go start the dance."

Larry took my hand and led me to the dance floor. The music started, a waltz by Strauss. Larry took me into his arms, and swept me away with the lilting tempo of the music. My ability in heels were as good as any woman's, but my skill at waltzing wasn't. It didn't seem to matter however as Larry masterfully led us across the floor in a demonstration of beautiful dancing and graceful footwork. So effortlessly did he make it look that nobody rose to join us on the dance floor. It was almost the end of that tune before anyone joined us in fact. Larry and I danced several more waltzes before returning to our table and the applause of those sitting there.

"You two were so wonderful out there! I just knew I was right in choosing you to start the dance."

Mrs. Stiles was grinning from ear to ear. Apparently she had more than a major part in the Ball than she had let on. I knew I was all smiles, and felt that I was simply radiating the beauty that only youth have. Slightly winded, I sat there sipping on an iced tea, while the events and the music swirled around us. Larry of course wanted to drag me out of there on the dance floor and be alone with me. With his Grandmother sitting there, common sense prevailed. Mom was also in her glory, and as the Mother of Diane, basked in the reflected light of her newest daughter. The food was served a little later, and what a surprise I got when Mrs. Stiles reached into her purse and pulled out a satin Napkin that matched my dress exactly!

"It would be a real shame if you got anything on that dress Diane, so I had this made for you."

She passed it across the table, and Larry jumped to his feet to assist me fastening it around my neck.

The night seemed to fly by and to soon it was over. I felt like the princess I had been treated like all evening. Something like Cinderella. After the goodnights, we were taken home. Larry swept me into his arms and kissed me with all of the passion he had, and I, caught up in the events of the evening let him. Since I had decided that I would complete whatever was needed to become the woman of my dreams, kissing Larry was, quite all right!

"Can we go out tomorrow night Diane?"

The pleading in his voice told me that he was really in love.

"Come over at 6pm, Larry, but lets go casual, okay?"

"Sure Di, see you then."

Mom, Sharon, and I slept in until late morning, Sharon was the first one up as usual and she started coffee and began to make a breakfast of sliced melon and toast. Mom and I came down later, drawn by the aroma of the coffee and toast.

"Seems like we have a new Princess in the family Sharon. Di really wowed the crowd last night. By the way Di, where did you learn to dance like that?"

"I never knew I could! Larry just swept me along, and wherever he went, I went!"

"Well, that crowd at the Ball is the cream of the high society here in Gaylord, and I'll bet I had at least 25 people ask me why I've kept you under wraps for so long. I'd say that you have been accepted! By the way, you have an appointment with Dr. Wallis Monday morning at 10, don't be late honey, it's very important."

Mom would not expand on her reasons for the appointment, but I kind of guessed anyway. I was about to begin my transformation into the real woman everyone thought she was.

Larry came by promptly at 6 and we went out to enjoy a quiet dinner. After the previous evenings festivities, we were both still a little tired, but Larry seemed to be on edge.

"Diane, I want to ask you something. I know its pretty quick, but...but I want you to marry me!"

"I can't get married Larry. I'm only just turning 17, and I have to finish high school, but you're very sweet for asking me. Maybe, if I were older, maybe I'd say yes. But right now I can't."

"Well, if you won't marry me, will you wear my class ring?"

He held it in my hand, the center stone of blue glistening in the shaded lamps of the restaurant.

"I'd love to Larry."

I took the ring from my hand and slipped it on my finger. It almost fell off, so she put it in my purse until I could wind the string around the ring to make it small enough to wear. With Larry just holding my hand made me painfully aware of my status as a person not enough male, and certainly not enough female. What I really wanted to do right then was one thing, but what I could do was another altogether.

The next day at 10 on the dot, I was in Dr. Wallis' office.

"Now then Diane, I understand that you have a problem that needs some help. Want to tell me about it?"

I told him about my transition from Duane to Diane, and my fervent desire to be complete. When I was done he looked at me and then asked me to disrobe for a physical exam. He poked, prodded, and took samples of all of my fluids, took my weight, height and other statistics he would need. When I was again dressed, we met in his office and talked it over.

"If Samantha, Mrs. Stiles, had not told me about you, I never would have guessed, but I believe that you are old enough to begin the treatments. But first let me tell you of all the changes that will occur."

He outlined the changes I would undergo, both good and bad. The weight gain, the moodiness, the widening of the hips and breast tissue growth.

"This is usually a two year program Diane, but because you are emotionally ready now, I see no reason that we cannot complete your transformation by your 18^th birthday. Let's start with this shot."

He gave me a hormone shot, and then filled out a prescription for me, 5Mg a day.

"Take the purple ones for 25 days in a row, then take the white ones for 5 days. I want to see you once a week, and watch your diet or you'll gain weight taking these hormones."

I was all smiles as I left the doctors office. Finally, I was on the road to what I wanted... complete womanhood. Even though the Doctor had told me I could not have children, I would be complete in every other respect.

Sharon and I spent all day Sunday cleaning the house, and packing for Sharon's move to the college. On Monday I had to go back to work, so Mom would be taking Sharon to the college, but since Sharon couldn't take her car, she gave it to me. The tearful hugs lasted as long as possible the next morning, then I took the car to work. When I got to the dress shop, I got a standing ovation from the sales staff there.

"Diane honey, Mr. Newman wants to see you right away, but first we want to say how much you mean to us here in fashion sales."

Ruth hugged me, her self appointed protégé, and sent me on my way to see Mr. Newman.

His secretary let me into the inner office.

"Come in Diane! I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your modeling debut. So far this morning we have received over 50 calls for you. Seems that you have a fan club, and every one of them wants to buy a dress from you! I can't have my star salesperson working for the beginner's commission, so I'm putting you on salary, and with a raise in your commission rate. You'll be assistant Department manager from here on. Congratulations Diane."

He reached out and took my hand in his.

"If you continue selling at this rate Diane, I'll have to make you Department manager soon."

With that he escorted me to the outer office.

"Again, congratulations Diane. You've earned this job, and we're all very proud of you."

I was still in shock when I walked back to my department. Ruth rushed up to me, and taking me gently by the elbow, took me to my new office.

"This is all yours now Diane. I called the painters and they are coming up to put your name on the door this afternoon. In the meantime, I have three people waiting to see you."

Mrs. Stiles, in the company of two of her friends were waiting for me when I walked into the showroom.

"How nice to see you again Mrs. Stiles. How can I help you today?"

"I've told Dolores and Margret about your skills, and they decided to let you help them in their selections. This is Mrs. Schemner, Dolores, and this is my oldest friend, Mrs. Swanson."

"I'd be delighted to assist you ladies."

My entire day was like that. Customers coming in, two and three at a time. By the time I was ready to go home, I had sold almost 20 very expensive dresses!

"Mom, I'm whipped! First, I was promoted to assistant Manager of the department, with a salary and a raise in my commissions, and then the people started coming in. Geez, my feet are killing me. I think I'll just sit here and turn into a vegetable!"

"Why that's great honey! I'm so proud of you! Why don't I make some dinner, then you can take a bath and relax for the rest of the night."

Mom made dinner, one of my favorites. Chicken, a big salad with all the trimmings, Jell-O, and coffee. For dessert mom had a low calorie white cake! It was almost 7pm before I appeared in the den.

I had had very little time to myself now, so when Larry called and asked me to go the beach on Sunday afternoon, I was more than willing. Besides, the only place I had worn my new bikini was in the back yard. Larry and I spent a very relaxing day at the beach. Larry wanted to talk about the future, his plans to go into the military academy and his hopes for the two of us. I sat and listened to him and became very appreciative of his ability to focus on a goal and follow through. After lunch, and several hours laying on the blanket, Larry and I both got the a good tan, Mine is a typical bikini tan. It was almost 7pm by the time I got home, and after a quick kiss, I went to my room. There was a soft knock on the door.

"Hi. Can I come in?"

"Sure Mom. Come in."

Mom sat on the bed and looked me.

"Diane, we have to think about your future. What do you plan to do after school?"

"I haven't given it much thought, but my job at Newman's is going great guns, so I thought I might stay there."

"School is going to start in a month or so, and we have to get you registered. I wrote to your school and asked that your transcripts be sent here. We might have to get a lawyer to help us with your transition from Duane to Diane, but after we do that, I was wondering if you ever considered working co-op? If you can get into that program, then you can continue at Newman's and still go to school, and if you took some business classes, then, well who knows. Newman's is a big store. You might have a future there."

I hadn't considered the problems of the school records, but I had committed to a course that would take me into full womanhood, and I was determined that I going to finish the course.

"Whatever you think is best Mom. Co-op sounds great. If Mr. Newman lets me, I'll be able to work part time at the store."

The next week Mom spent some time with the lawyer trying to find out what was needed for me to actually become Diane.

"Its really quite simple Helen. First I'll have her name changed legally, then we can petition the courts to have her school records completely amended, from grade school all the way through current. I'll start right away since we only have a month."

"Thanks Stan. I knew I could count on you."

By the time mom got home the evening, I had finished making dinner, had the table set, and was ready for a date with Larry.

"I talked to Stan, my lawyer and he'll take care of everything. By the time he's done Duane will have never existed."

"That's great! Now if I can get Mr. Newman to go along with the plan, then I'll be set! Let's eat dinner before it gets cold, we can talk over dinner."

Mom and I had become very close over the past few months, and like all Mothers everywhere, she was concerned about my welfare, and since I was undergoing some major changes in my body, she was even more concerned than average.

"What did the Doctor say when you saw me today, everything okay?"

"After dinner I'll show you."

When we had cleaned the table and washed the dishes, Mom and I went to my room, and after taking my clothes off down to my panties, I showed her the results of two months of hormone treatments.

I had developed a swelling that would very soon become fully formed breasts as well as a definitely larger hip.

"Well! Look at that! My girls growing up! What else did he tell you?"

"That I weigh 118 pounds, I'm 5'4" tall, my blood pressure is up some, but not bad. He said its from the hormones, and that within another two months I won't need any padding...anywhere!" A grin split my face, my easy laugh causing mom smile as well.

The rest of the summer time went by fast, Larry was leaving for the academy soon, and I was beginning to resent the fact that I could not send him back to school in a more memorable fashion. But I knew that by the time the year was out I would be a complete woman, then Larry and I could begin a life together when he got out of the service. In the meantime I continued to work, and prepare for the school year. Working at Newman's gave me an employee discount, and I had been buying clothes, shoes, and so on for the upcoming school year. The lawyer had, true to his word replaced Duane with Diane in all of my records. I had a new birth certificate that listed Helen as my Mother, and when he had changed my name, he gave me Helen's last name as well. When at last school started, I was ready.

Most of the kids knew me, or at least knew of me from all of the publicity surrounding my modeling debut. They also found out quickly that I was attached to Larry Stiles. School was, as usual, hectic for the first few weeks. I was accepted into the co-op program on the strength of a recommendation from Ruth and Mr. Newman. Therefore, I only had a three hour day at the school. By October, I had no need for the breast forms, since I had developed a very nice 36 A+ figure of my own.

The Doctor told me that by the end of the first term I would be a full 36B cup, and my hips would be fully developed as well. Because of the short day at school, I began dressing for work, rather than school, in suits and tailored clothes. I found that I liked the look better and I was received better by the women that came to see me at the store.

I was taking a shower, getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner, and when I walked out of the bathroom, I was surprised to see Sharon sitting on the bed waiting for me.

"Hi Sis! Thought I'd surprise you!"

After some hugging, Sharon held me at arms length and looked me over carefully.

"I'm impressed Diane. I really am. No trace of beard, and you have obviously grown in some strategic places! Those aren't the glue on boobs are they?"

I smiled, shook my head no, and dropped the towel to my waist.

"Oh my God Diane! You have grown! "

I covered myself up while Sharon continued.

"I don't see any trace of the beard anymore either! Girl, you're really looking good!"

We hugged again, then I started getting dressed for dinner. I had selected a tailored mint green suit with a matching skirt, an antique white silk blouse with lace trim. I wore light green and white accessories with shoes that accented the outfit. My hair was now a luxuriant, shoulder length auburn colored mane, styled to frame my face and flow in waves down my back. Sharon went to her room and as she started to change, she saw a suit bag on the door. Opening it, she found an exact twin of the suit I was wearing! Shoes and accessories were also there as well.

I heard her squeal in delight, then later, when we were ready, we came down the stairs together. Mom thought she as seeing double for a minute! Her daughters were everything she ever expected. Beautiful, smart, well dressed, polite, and they loved her. A Mother could ask for no more.

At the table with Mom were Dr. Wallis and his wife Jean, Stan Markson, our lawyer and his wife Marie, Mrs. Stiles, and Larry. I saw Larry and rushed to greet him, but at the last minute remembered that people where watching us, so I kissed him on the cheek. Then Sharon and I sat down.

Mom, and I had spent the morning making the dinner, and it was a feast. Dinner conversation centered on Sharon's plans after she graduated but the true center of the questions were on mine and Larry plans.

"I have a two year obligation after I graduate from the academy, which will be next year, but I was hoping that Diane would marry me before I start that obligation."

Smiling, he handed me an engagement ring. Everyone looked at me, waiting for a response. I on the other hand, was stunned! I had no indication that he would do something like this.

"Of course I accept!" I jumped up in glee and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

The rest of them started clapping, and there was much hugging and well wishing going on. After dinner, we women cleared the table and then met the men in the family room. Larry and I were arm in arm, but he was looking scared at the prospect of being married, yet excited that I had accepted him. I was rosy cheeked, and all smiles, in the manner that only women get when they are getting married.

During the evening, Dr. Wallis told me to come to his office in the morning for my weekly exam. Larry heard him, and asked what was the matter.

"Diane has a form of genital dysfunction that won't allow her to have children Larry. But she will be very healthy after we finish the treatments. By the time you two get married she'll be just fine. She might not be able to have children, but if you let this girl get away from you, you'll be sorry for the rest of your life."

The Doctor spoke lightly, but by the tone in his voice, he meant it! Larry looked right at me, but spoke to the Doctor.

"Don't worry Doctor, we can adopt if we decide to have children. I just want her well."

Larry had to take his Grandmother home, but he and I made a date for the next evening.

"It looks like you have made Larry's day Diane. I'm so happy for you." mom hugged me, and then I turned to Sharon when she ahemed in the background.

"Just think, my little sister is getting married! Remember when I found you dressed for the first time? I never would have guessed that you were really a girl underneath that boy exterior, but I sure am glad!"

That night I fairly floated to my room. My birthday was coming up soon and I would be 18, finally able to let Dr. Wallis make the final adjustments to my body, the one that would let me be complete. I planned to ask the doctor, during my appointment the next day to schedule my surgery as soon as he could after my birthday. I went to bed dreaming of Larry and some kids around the house, you know the one, its got the white picket fence.

When I saw Dr. Wallis the next day, I asked about the surgery, and was told that he would schedule me into the hospital on Jan 10^th. If all went well, I should be home in two weeks, and able to function with a month. Almost my entire body had undergone the metamorphosis from male to female, and in all but one respect I was as much a woman as any female. Soft skin, gentle voice, rounded figure and a natural bone structure. The structure that made me unable to compete with the boys in my "before Diane" life. When I got home I told Mom what the Doctor said, and we started to plan my schooling around the intended date of the surgery.

Sharon went back to college, and I continued my daily routine, but the time passed ever so slowly for me. My anticipation was so much greater than my willingness to wait, which only made the waiting worse. Christmas was a quiet time for the Guzaki family, and we shared the holiday with each other. Larry was unable to be with me, but he called and we spent a lot of time on the phone. I had gotten all three of us designer dresses and purses to match, while Sharon had bought me some very sexy lingerie for the time when I would be able to wear, and use it.

On the day before Dr. Wallis was to operate, he and I met and he very carefully covered, once again, all of the procedures I would have to undergo, and the dangers involved. But I was in high spirits and nothing he said would, or could deter me.

I was wheeled out of the surgery, groggy and unaware of the normal hospital chaos around me. When I finally became aware of my surroundings, the first person I saw was Larry. He kissed me gently on the forehead, and held my hand firmly in his own. The last thing I remembered before I awoke in the recovery room was the nurse giving me a shot! But Larry being there for me made me feel warm all over, my love for him overflowing.

"You better let me have some time with Diane alone Larry, I'll be just a minute."

Dr. Wallis checked his work, and left me to rest.

"Larry, why don't you wait until tomorrow afternoon before you come back. She's very tired and needs her rest."

I got a lot of get well cards while I was in the hospital, and all of my friends came by to see me, even Mr. Newman stopped by, along with Ruth. In ten days I was finally released, and when I got home, mom took me to my room and made me rest for a while before getting up to eat..

This time, the days passed quickly for me, and I was back in school within the month. I went back to work in the middle of February. I graduated with honors of course, and Newman's offered me full time as head of the Department when Ruth retired in August! Larry and I were married in June, and I wore the same bridal gown I had modeled so proudly, not so long ago. We are patiently waiting for Larry to finish his obligation to the military, but we have started our life together as man and wife.

After our honeymoon and Larry returned to his base, I reflected on the first time I dressed up in Sharon's clothes, and found truth in the adage that you have look before you leap, impulsive acts can change your life. It certainly changed mine.

 

 

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