The Discovery                   by: Janet L. Stickney                        JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

The fist came crashing into my head from out of nowhere. My Father, in another one of his drunken rages had attacked me for some unknown reason. Shouting, and cursing the whole time, he was destroying what little respect I had for him. Running for my life, the fear of my Father chasing me, I dashed out the front door and into the secure darkness of the street. When I got there, I was once again on my own, running from the terror of abuse inflicted by my own Father. I was 12 at the time, alone until my father calmed down. Somehow, I knew he never would, and I would always be in danger. My name is Nathan, and I'm scared.

I went to the park, looking for someplace reasonably safe. I found it under the fountain, and laid down, but sleep was impossible for me this night. I wandered the alleyways and streets, continued fear of the unknown chasing me as I ran this way and that, but always away from the hate and drunkenness, wondering when I would eat next. I stalked the all night coffee shops, looking for a handout, getting a coffee and a roll once. By morning I had made my decision. I was all done being hit and slapped around by a drunken fool, even if he was my Father! By midafternoon I was hungry again and I started to panhandle, then scrounge for food. Before long, night once again brought safety, and of course fear, and I was cold, hungry, tired, alone and very scared. That became my routine for the next three weeks. The mornings were beginning to get warmer now, and I was starting to do better at panhandling. The corner of fifth and Main was the best, since I could usually make several dollars in the morning, enough at least to eat. As good as I thought I was doing, the word that best described my efforts was desperate.

One morning a long dark limousine slowly eased to the curb where I was panhandling for the day. I watched as the rear window glided down its track, then an unseen voice asked me if I were hungry, and would I be willing to work for my dinner? The answer of course, was yes. The rear door opened and beckoned me to enter, a very feminine hand waving to me from the interior of the car. Once seated, I could see a Kelly green dress wrapped around the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her long expanse of leg, clad in silky nylon, a hat pulled down over her eyes, her heels shiny, black and very pointed.

After I was seated, she asked my name, my age, and if I was alone on the streets. She commented on my slight build, and asked if I knew how much I weighed. I answered all of her questions, as well as I could, and with no regrets told the woman that I had left my drunken Father and why. When I turned to look out the window, I realized that we were heading out of the city and into the suburbs. I had never left the city before, so I had no idea where I was. As the limo pulled up to her home, I was awed by the size of the yard. It covered many thickly wooded acres, and had a big pool in the back. The house itself was immense! Brick and marble, with a slate roof, and windows that glittered in the afternoon sun, accenting the sharply manicured lawn. When the car had stopped and the driver had opened the door for us, the woman led me into the house.

"Now Nathan, I want you to follow Peter, my driver to your room. I absolutely insist that you take a shower! Please give Peter all of your clothes, and I'll have one of the maids bring some clean clothes for you to wear." With that she turned and walked away. "Well kid, better come with me, and I'll show you to your room." The two of us started walking, Peter in the lead. "Miss Dorian will expect you for dinner, and she likes everyone properly dressed and clean. I suggest that you wash every square inch of skin you own real well." Just then we arrived at the room Miss Dorian had selected for me to use. We walked in together, Peter waiting while I stripped off all of my clothes, right down to my skin. Peter insisted that he take everything including the shoes. Now I was totally without clothes, and standing there in the buff, I looked around the room for the first time. It was definitely a girls room, but whose I thought.

The hot water streamed on my little body, and for the first time in many weeks I felt good. My skin glowed with that healthy glow of youth. As instructed, I washed every inch of skin until it glowed. My hair, having grown quite long, was a mass of soft brown, now untangled for the first time in many weeks. It was almost shoulder length, and the washing had given it a certain fullness. Grabbing a towel I dried myself. The towel was thick and soft, and also, to my surprise, warm! The feeling was delicious! Returning to the bedroom I decided to take a better look around the grounds, then I remembered that I did not have any clothes. Looking around the room, I saw some boxes sitting on the bed, and just as I walked over to them, I heard a soft knocking at the door. I opened the door slowly, only to find a tray, with a light lunch on it, along with a note. There was no one to be seen as I looked either way down the hallway. I closed the door, and since I was so very hungry, I sat right there on the floor, naked, and ate the furnished lunch. Saying I wolfed it down would be more accurate. When I had finished eating, I read the note, still on the tray.

"Please read this carefully. Return to the bath and shave every bit of hair from your body with the exception of your head and eyebrows. Then dry completely and powder with the contents of the light blue box on the dressing table. Only then are you to open the boxes on the bed. But please open them in the order they are numbered." The note was unsigned. I did not want to let a good thing get away, and besides, I didn't yet know what the job was yet. Maybe, I thought, I needed to be hairless! As I looked down at myself, I almost laughed, since a sick cat could probably have licked off what little body hair I have, but I did as I was requested. When I was done in the bath, I took the box of powder into the bathroom, and when I opened it, I knew something wasn't quite right. The powder smelled exactly like the woman in the car did! I thought about it, then shrugged, and powdered myself. As he did so, I wondered about the boxes on the bed. I opened them, as instructed, in the order they were numbered. I opened the first one, and found a pair of light yellow satin panties! In a rush I opened the others and found a complete set of clothes! But they were clothes suitable for a girl my own age! Everything was in shades of yellow! A lightly boned front hooked waist cincher, a lacy bra, some tan pantyhose, a pair of yellow two inch heels, and a light yellow dress that had one inch wide shoulder straps, a square cut bodice, and was about knee length.

"I was stunned! I had never let anyone know that I liked to dress as a girl, especially after that one time when some of my friends talked me into it while we were in grade school. That's when I found that I really liked it! The urge to say hell no was strong, but I found myself really wanting to dress in these clothes! And besides, I didn't have any clothes other than the ones on the bed! Even if I did, I didn't know where I was! Since the only thing I could do was wear the clothes, I decided that I would do the best I could. I started by pulling the panties on, feeling for the first time the silky feel of satin against the skin. When I had them on I felt a shiver run down my back. The cincher was next, and as I struggled with the unfamiliar hooks and clasps, I could feel my small waist getting even smaller! I pulled the hose up my legs, careful to not snag or run them. I took the bra and slipped my arms through the straps and fastened the front clasp. I didn't fill it out of course, but I did notice a slight swelling that almost filled the small bra. I decided that since the woman obviously wanted me to dress as a girl, I would try my hand at doing some makeup, so I sat down at the vanity table, and looked at the many different types there. Then I saw another note. It seemed that the woman in the car had anticipated me! "This note will tell you what to use and how. Please look in the middle drawer, right side." I opened the drawer, and there sat two, very small, silicone falsies, and a list of cosmetics to use. I slipped the falsies into my bra, and saw the swell of my chest, rising and falling as I breathed. I started reading the instructions, and followed along the best that I could. First a light peach liquid foundation, with a dusting of translucent powder. Some powder blue eyeshadow with light brown eyeliner and mascara. A touch of coral blusher and coral lipstick completed my first attempt at doing makeup. Now came the task of getting the dress on without smearing my makeup or getting it on the dress. But it slid over my head and onto my body easily. I struggled at first, but when I had it zipped up I was stunned to find that it fit me quite well! When I looked in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself!

I went into the bathroom, found a brush and tried to brush my hair into something like a girls hairdo, but the best I could do was to brush it straight back and down into a style I did not know the name of. It turned out to be a simple pageboy. After I slipped on the shoes, which to my surprise fit pretty good, even if they were a little big, I looked into the full length mirror and wondered what kind of job required me to dress like a girl. Just then I heard a soft knock at the door. Freezing in my tracks, I whirled around to face the door, a fear of being discovered dressed as a girl, and thoughts of being beaten raced through my mind. Then the door opened, and Peter, dressed in a tuxedo came in, and smiled at me. "Please follow me Miss." Peter held out my arm for me to take. Since I was having a little trouble with the unfamiliar high heels, I gladly took his arm. Peter said nothing as we walked hand and arm down the wide hallway, down the winding staircase, and into the dining room. Its sheer size awed me. Overhead hung a chandelier that lighted the entire room with a soft glow of amber, muted music surrounding us from unseen speakers. The table was set with fine china that was obviously expensive. Miss Dorian was dressed in a strapless gown of electric blue that set off her face to perfection. It almost made me want to look down at my own dress in shame!

"Nathan, I have asked you to wear this outfit just for me tonight. It is the very same dress that I wore my first time here. I am sure that you must have some questions, but first, I would like to go over what you told me during our drive here today. Your name is Nathan Micheal Berkely, age 13 almost 14, you are 5'1" tall, you think you weigh about 128 pounds. You have dropped out of school and run away from a drunken Father. Am I right so far?" I nodded my head yes, and she continued. " When I found you this morning, you were begging for enough money to eat , standing there in what would be termed rags, and smelling like the inside of a dogs cage. Right?" I nodded yes again. " So, my dear child, I am about to make you an offer, which will affect you for the rest of your life. I want you to come and live here with Peter and myself." "YES" I blurted! "Hush child! Listen to me first. You will have the best of everything, never go hungry again, have the best medical care available, the finest clothes, and a first class education at the finest schools. BUT, you must do as I say, wear what I say, never talk back, follow my instructions completely, and above all else, behave like a perfect young...lady." "But...but, I can't be a girl! What's wrong with me now? I'm a boy!!" I cried. " What if my friends see me like this? What about my Father? I can't go to school like this! No...No! I can't" Just then I burst into tears, my mascara starting to run down my cheeks, the sobs racking my body. At the same time I was crying, I wanted to thank Miss Dorian for the opportunity to dress as a girl, but I was afraid to admit it....even to her. I was also afraid that she might send me back to the corner....to beg for food again.

" Please stop that Nathan. I said STOP!" I looked up at her through my tear stained eyes, and brought my sobbing under control. "Since you want to know right now, I'll tell you what I have planned, let me first answer your questions. First, your friends will never see you again, and even if they did, how would they recognize you? Second, you yourself told me that your Father doesn't want or care about you, that's why you ran away. There is one last thing though. You have dressed as a girl before haven't you? You liked it because it gave you sense of wholeness that you always missed, didn't it?" I looked at her, stunned that she could know about my liking girls clothes! I hung my head, and just sat there, afraid to tell her that she was right. " I knew right away Nathan, as soon as you walked down those stairs that you had dressed up before. You wore those clothes to well. Your makeup was reasonably well done, and finally, You put them on! Anyone not familiar with the delights of the feminine would have shouted and demanded male clothes, or refused outright to wear them. Now tell me the truth. You have worn girls clothes before haven't you?" I summoned my last bit of bravery, looked her right in the eye and said "Yes Ma'am." Miss Dorian watched me carefully as I made that very difficult admission. "Now that we have that out of the way, I will tell you what I have in mind. If you agree to stay here, you will become my niece. In other words, you will forego every aspect of the male lifestyle. You will always dress in girls clothing, and be addressed in the feminine. You will learn the social graces that most people would like to get. But, in order for me to be able to do this for you, you must first agree to become my niece, in every aspect of your new life. Second, your Father must agree that you can stay in my care, and my attorneys will take care of that. If you decline my offer, then I will have Peter provide you with some new clothes and he will take you back to the corner where we found you, with fifty dollars for your inconvenience."

The silence surrounding me was almost deafening as I wondered what to do. A warm bed, clean clothes and regular meals all weighed in my mind. Another factor would be my ability to dress as a girl all of the time. I would be able to express the one facet of my being that I had always suppressed, for fear of ridicule by my friends and the certain beatings by my Father. My fathers drunken rages also made me unwilling to return home. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I answered with a single word. "Yes." After that they ate in silence, until Miss Dorian asked me if I had a favorite girls name. "My Mothers name was Katherine, I kinda like that one." "Okay,....Katherine it is, and it's a lovely tribute to your Mother that you want to adopt her name. Since your middle name is Micheal, why don't we change it to Michelle?" I nodded my head, now I had a complete name. Katherine Michelle. The name rang in my ears, the pleasant sound of it music to me. "Katherine! Please pay attention! I know that for a while you will have trouble answering to the name of Katherine, but you must try hard. In the morning Peter will drive us to the Doctors office where you will get a complete physical. I want you to answer all of his questions to the best of your ability. Then we will get you fitted with the correct size breastform. Those are out of proportion to your body build. In the morning I will come and help you in the makeup department. You didn't do so bad considering, but still, a little guidance is called for. Right now I want you to go to your room and change out of those clothes and wash off the makeup and go to bed. We have a big day tomorrow, and I want you scrubbed and clean by 7:30am. We'll dress first, have breakfast, and leave for our appointments. Now scoot!" I left the table and walked back to my room, trying not to slip on the elegant floor, polished to perfection.

When I returned to my room, I found a nightgown had been laid out on the bed. It was light and lacy, green in color with dark green satin bows on the front. I took off the dress and hung it in the closet and then took off all of my underclothes, laying them on the chair, then headed for the bathroom. After scrubbing off the makeup, I went to bed, feeling the silky material of the nightgown as I slipped into my first warm, secure bed in many weeks. The sensual feeling of the material was like no other I had ever experienced. But as I lay down, the luxury of it all slipped away as I drifted off, dreaming of the events coming the next day. Morning had come, and the phone by the side of my bed jangled lightly, it was Miss Dorian. "Time to get up sleepyhead. Go take your shower, and I'll be up in 30 minutes. I wasted no time, going to the shower and again scrubbed my skin to a healthy glow. Promptly, 30 minutes later, Miss Dorian knocked on the door. As she entered, I ran to grab a towel or something to cover myself. "Katherine, please don't be shy with me. I've seen it all before, and I must help you if you want to do it right." Slowly, with some embarrassment, I dropped the towel and stood there naked as the day I was born. My hairless body smelled of lavender soap. She led me to the bed, and produced a small triangle shaped leather piece with narrow thong attachments, lined in satin on one side and covered with a mat of hair on the other. She showed me how to put it on, so that when properly worn, it would conceal my manhood. The slender thongs fit into the creases at the hip and waist. When I finally had it on I looked in the mirror, and to my surprise, I looked like a girl! Miss Dorian showed me where to find the various articles of clothing I would need, and helped me chose what outfit I would wear that day. Again, as I slipped on the panties, cotton this time, I began to feel the excitement I always felt when dressing in my Mothers clothes, but I could see that with the device I wore under my panties that there was no tell tale bulge. My crotch hair could almost be seen through the thin material! Miss Miss Dorian decided that the waist cincher was not needed, so she had me pull on a white half slip that came to just above my knees. The bra was also white, slightly bigger than a training bra, with small lacy cups. The dress was blue with white polka dots with a white Peter Pan style collar. "Lets wait until later to put the dress on Katherine, for now lets start you on your first lesson in makeup." Miss Miss Dorian led me to the vanity table where she began my first lesson. " The biggest thing to remember is that less is more when it comes to makeup. Always start with a foundation that matches your skin tones. Peach was wrong for you last night, so I want you to try an Ivory Rose this time."

Miss Dorian let me put it on, showing me the correct method, "Always start from the front of the ears and work towards the center." After I had applied the foundation, following Miss Dorian's instructions, I used a translucent powder to "set" the foundation, then began on the eyes. First, I used a pale blue shadow, following with dark brown mascara. No eyeliner, since Miss Dorian decided that age 13 was to young for that. But she helped me use a lipstick brush to first outline, then the tube, to apply a light rose lipstick. Just when I thought I was done, Miss Dorian gave me a small gift wrapped box. When I opened it, I found a complete set of perfume, cologne, and powder, all by Charles of Paris. "This is very good perfume Katherine, let me show you the right places to apply it." She helped me apply it to my arms, elbows, neck and knees. After I had slipped the dress on, I saw that it came to just above the knees, then Miss Dorian had me wear white ankle socks, with white patent leather flats. The purse was also white. "Now then Katherine, let's see what we can do about your hair. She brushed it out, trimmed my bangs, then using some barrettes, pulled my hair back at the sides, then pulled a white ribbon into my hair, tying it into a big bow at the back of my head. All in all I was the perfect picture of a demure 13 year old girl! When I looked into the mirror for the first time, to see the completely new girl, I was sure that nobody would recognize me for what I really was...a boy!

"There are some things that you never asked about last night Katherine, so I'll tell you now. My name is Miss Dorian Marie Laski, and I picked you because you needed me. I'm sort of like your big sister in a way. But, we'll talk more about that later during breakfast. We ate on the patio, in the light of the mornings warm sun. The table had already been set for us. A breakfast cereal and orange juice, followed by a single cup of coffee. " What I started to tell you in your room was that I am here to help you, as you undergo many changes in your life." She continued to answer some of my questions until I was satisfied. After breakfast I followed Miss Dorian out to the car, my new shoes clicking on the pavement, my new dress fluttering in the mornings warm breeze. The drive into town was quiet. Miss Dorian talked to her lawyer on the car phone. I only caught a word here and there, except the part about our meeting him for lunch. Peter dropped us off at the Doctors office. I was beginning to get slightly restless at this point, but Miss Dorian calmed me down. "It's just a physical Katherine, nothing to worry about. I've known Dr. Stinson for many years, and he is also quite aware of your status! So calm down!" It wasn't long before I was in the Doctors examining room. The Doctor spoke in a soft gentle manner to me. "Suppose you tell me about yourself. How do you feel in general, any aches or pains? I told him about my Fathers beatings, my age and whatever else I could think of. "Okay Katherine. I want you to go into the cubicle there and take all of your clothes off and slip into the robe that's on the table." I went into the room and did as I was asked, and in a few minutes the Doctor came in. This was most definitely the most complete physical I had ever experienced! When the Doctor finished, I found out that I was in very good health, except for some bruises from my last beating by my Father. I'm 5' 2" tall, 104 pounds, with no distinguishing marks or scars. What did puzzle me was the shot the Doctor gave me just before I left the room. Miss Dorian came in and helped me get dressed again. 20 minutes or so later we were sitting in the Doctors office. "She's in perfect health Dorian. A few bruises, but they'll go away soon enough. I gave her the first shot by the way. I wanted to know about the "shot" but was afraid to ask. Once in the car though, I could no longer hold it in, and asked Miss Dorian. "What was the shot he gave me? If I'm in perfect health, then why did I need the shot?" Miss Dorian took my hand in hers and calmly told me. "It was your first hormone shot honey. It's to help your body conform to the feminine ideal. You'll develop your own breasts, wider hips, softer skin, and it reduce the male muscle mass you would develop if you had stayed a boy. At your age these shots will also reduce the possibility that you will have a beard to fight with. You're voice will not become so deep and masculine, which only helps you as a female. By the end of summer I expect to see you on a maintenance dose, probably just a pill." I was stunned to find out that the Doctors could do so much with just a shot! But by now, I was convinced that this was the best way...the best way to become a girl that is.

Once again the limo slid silently through the streets as it took us to the restaurant where we would meet my lawyer for lunch. As we drove along, Miss Dorian explained in more detail what was planned for me. " I want to be sure that you understand the gravity of your decision Katherine. Up to now we can reverse all that has happened to you. You are still free to decline if you wish. Mr. Scott, my lawyer will arrange a name change, and for all of your records to reflect your new name, and I would hope that you would use my own last name as your own, but you may of course keep your own. But if you decide to continue, you will forever be known as Katherine Michelle. First, you'll be a young girl, then later, a woman. In every respect people will think, act, and believe you to be female. It's big step, and entirely up to you, but I urge you to consider what's best for you...in your own eyes." My pause was almost none existent. " I have thought it over. I want to continue to be Katherine! The thought of going back to Dad and his beating me is impossible! I'd rather be Katherine Michelle. I really would!"

"Okay Katherine, just so you understand what's involved here." Right then the limo pulled up to the door and Peter let us out by the door. The darkness of the restaurant went away as soon as our eyes adjusted to it, the cool interior and Miss Dorian's hand holding mine a calming influence on my nerves. "Good afternoon ladies! How nice to see you again Dorian. Please sit down." "David, this is Katherine, the one I called you about." David paused for a moment, then began to ask me some very pointed questions. "You do know of course that your Father has to agree to let Miss Dorian become your guardian?" I did not know this, so I shook my head no. He continued, At Dorian's request I have prepared some papers for her to sign, but I would also like you to sign them as well. You are under age, so it doesn't mean a lot, but sometimes the Judges like it that way. If you agree to the terms that Miss Dorian has laid out for you, then I ask that you sign them." I took the offered pen and signed the papers. "Dorian told you of course that along with your name change, we will change your school records, birth certificate, and so on to reflect your new gender as well as your new name."

The second paper allows Miss Dorian to have complete control of your medical needs and adoption papers if it becomes necessary." I also signed this paper. "Now then Katherine. What is the complete name that you wish to be called?" "I want to be called Katherine Michelle Laski sir!" Miss Dorian beamed as I chose to adopt her last name as my own. Miss Dorian spoke first. "Let's eat and celebrate Katherine's new life!" The lunch was excellent, but Mr. Scott had to leave to attend to the legal matters regarding my new status. "I will call you when I have something definite Dorian. Congratulations Katherine. I know that you made the right choice." We left shortly after lunch, and once in the car, Miss Dorian told me what was on the agenda for the rest of the day. "The breast form you have in right now is to big for you Katherine, so lets go and have some made for you that are the correct size, then we'll go to the beauty shop and we can both get our hair done! Miss Dorian made a couple of calls on the car phone, and in a few minutes we went to a small shop. "Joy, this is Katherine. She needs you to work your magic for her." "Okay Dorian. Come on Katherine, let's get you measured and outfitted." Joy took me by the hand and into the back of her shop. She helped me take my dress, then my bra came off and Joy began. First she measured my chest, then she had my lay down on a table she had ready. Joy smeared some gelatin like substance on my chest, and once this smelly stuff had dried, Joy peeled it off in a big sheet and hung it up. Then she cleaned my chest with an alcohol like stuff. I put my bra back on, then a simple robe. I sat and waited for Joy to do her magic, Miss Dorian nearby. Joy had me try several different sizes of breastforms on before she selected the right one, then she invited me to watch her as she created the new breastform. Joy first laid out the sheet that was the mold of my chest and cut off any excess. She then placed the selected form in just the right place on the mold, and holding them in place, put a latex sheet that matched my skin tone exactly, on top of the forms. She then took a blow dryer and heated the latex cover. In a few moments it flowed to conform to the shape of the forms Joy had selected. After the latex had cooled, she took the forms out, then took an iron and sealed the edges of the two pieces, leaving a small opening in which she used the latest in silicone technology to fill the new breastform to the specific weight needed. After she had sealed this small opening she asked me to try them on. Once I had tried the forms on, Joy marked, and then trimmed away the excess and fitted each one. Joy had me take them off, then applied a glue to the back and firmly attached them to my chest. When Joy was done, I could have worn a bikini and nobody would be able to tell the difference between a real breast and the ones I had on! When I put my bra back on I could see for myself that I had a modest amount of cleavage! When Miss Dorian saw me, she was very pleased. The whole process only took two hours!

Miss Dorian paid Joy for her efforts, then she and I left for our beauty shop appointment. "These are great! I love them already. They don't even feel them like the others you gave me did!" I was floating along, feeling what I thought was just about the most feminine I could be! When we reached the beauty shop, Miss Dorian led the way in, and was greeted by Claire, the owner. "Dorian! How nice to see you again! Is this your niece?" "This is Katherine. And she needs you to work your magic Claire." "Okay Dorian. Follow me Kathy." Claire led the way into her cubicle. I had never been inside a beauty salon before, and the smells of the various chemicals being used assaulted my nose, but when I got to Claire's booth, I saw first hand all the chemicals. Bottles lined the room, leaving me in awe of what was going on here. "Okay, just lean back and I'll wash your hair before we begin. After washing my hair she decided that my hair would need just a trimming, and of course a new color. When she was done, I had medium long hair, layered back over the ears with short bangs in the front. My normal color, mouse brown, was gone. Claire had dyed it strawberry blonde! The effect was stunning! As a final touch, Claire pierced my ears and inserted some small gold studs. "All done Katherine. Come back in about a month and I'll finish shaping it for you." As I walked out of the cubicle, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and I had to look twice to be sure that was my reflection!

After we were in the limo Miss Dorian told me that Mr. Scott had called her on the car phone and wanted to meet us for dinner at the house. When we met Mr. Scott for dinner, he got right to the point. "I have some news, which is sad, and good at the same time. First the sad part. Your Father could not wait to sign papers that made Miss Dorian your guardian. In fact he told me to tell you never to come back. He wanted to get rid of you faster than anything I ever saw. The good part is that he also approved your adoption if you two decide to go that route. Second, your name has been legally changed to Katherine Michelle Laski as you requested, along with all of your school records. From this moment on, you are Dorian's responsibility and you will never see your Father again. Congratulations Katherine!" I couldn't help it, I was all smiles, as I looked over at Dorian. "Does that mean that if I agree to be adopted by you that I would become your daughter?" "Yes dear. That's what it means." Dorian's voice was full of tenderness. I looked over at Mr. Scott and told him to proceed with an adoption!

After dinner I raced up to my room, tears starting to flow down my cheeks. Miss Dorian was right behind me, and followed me into the room without knocking. "Listen Kathy, I know how you feel. Really I do. You feel that you have sold your soul for a few material things, and you found out the awful truth about your Father's love for you today. It's a terrible blow to know that your own parent doesn't want you. But you found something else today honey. We both did. We both found someone that we care about and that someone wants to love us back. The material things mean nothing without that love. You're still the same person you have always been, you just dress different. We changed your direction a little that's all. You'll find that you like the same things. The same sports teams, the same colors, many things remain the same. You just have a better chance to enjoy all that life has to offer now. I burst into tears, hugging Dorian, lets the sobs rack my small body. When I had finally stopped, I wanted to know something. "Is it true what Mr. Scott said this afternoon? That my Father wanted me completely out of his life? That bastard! Wasn't he even a little concerned?" "I'm sorry, but Mr. Scott told me that he smiled the whole time that they talked. He could hardly wait to sign the papers." Miss Dorian left me alone in the room to cry it out, and resolve these issues myself.

I spent that evening and the whole next day in my room, and Miss Dorian wouldn't let any of the staff disturb me. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling for the longest time before I decided to look around the room. I searched every nook and cranny, finding many delightful things. The closet went the full length of the room, and when I opened the first set of doors I found fancy clothes, from party type to school type. There were jumpers, dresses that were full skirted all the way to those that were A-line. Pleated and straight. There were a few cocktail type dresses, and a single ball dress. The next set of doors opened to reveal skirts of every color, mini's to maxi's, linen to cotton. I was overwhelmed by the number of selections I had in just one closet! The first dresser had panties, bras, slips, and some teddy's. They were all silk, satin or nylon. In the next I found hosiery, socks, both ankle and knee high's, barrettes, belts, and shoe clips. The small door by the closet hid a shoe rack, which had almost every color I would need, in almost every style. All of the higher heeled shoes had only 2" heels. That was fine with me! I was still learning to walk in them anyway! In the jewelry box I found bracelets, earrings, necklaces, and pendants. The perfume set Miss Dorian had given me earlier had been moved to the vanity table, and all of the extra makeup I did not need had been removed. Just the ones that matched my skin tone were there.

I lay back down on the bed, and fell asleep, then sometime while I was asleep, my mind had made that fateful decision. I decided that Miss Dorian was right. Material things are not worth much unless you have someone to share your love with, and obviously, my Father did not have any love for me, or want to share his life with me. When I woke up it was still light out, but going to dusk. I knew that Miss Dorian did not eat dinner until about 8pm, so I decided to show Miss Dorian that she was right. Miss Dorian and Peter were in the dining room when I walked in. They both looked at me in stunned awe. I had chosen one of the cocktail type dresses to wear. It was of the lightest orchid color, the dress flowing against my body, the material draping across my small breasts and ending at the knees. I had chosen the black patent leather heels and matching purse, my jewelry was all gold, from the delicate earrings to the simple single thread bracelet. I had managed to fix an orchid colored hair clip that pulled my hair away from my face, setting off the dress beautifully!

" My dear girl! You are absolutely smashing! What an excellent choice of color for you!" Peter, in his awe, spoke directly to me, "You look just ravishing my dear! I think that we should take you out somewhere and celebrate something!" With a wistful smile and determination in my voice, I looked right at Dorian. "I'm glad I signed those papers today. You were right when you took me off the streets and away from my Father. I probably would have turned out just like him. A drunken bum!" I walked over to a chair and sat down, and turned once again to Dorian. " I know that you said I could back out and you would take me back to where I came from, but...but, I'm not going to leave! I'm going to do my all I can to be the best...daughter I can be. But I'm so scared that I'll screw up and you'll send me back! And if I go to school, how can I take gym classes? Sooner or later somebody will see me naked and then what? How will I know what to wear? How will I ever learn to fix my hair? How will I --------" "WAIT!" Miss Dorian broke in. "Katherine! Calm down! All things in good time. I can answer all of your questions, but lets take them one at a time shall we? First of all, by the time that you start school again the hormone shots will have helped your body become more feminine. You will, most likely have your own breasts by then, and your hips will have started to fill out. Your skin tone will soften and your body hair will become less. As for being in the buff around other girls, we have a solution for that too. But let's talk about that later on. I think Peter had a marvelous idea. Why don't we go for a ride, and then to dinner?" I smiled, and we left together.

We rode around the area so that I would have a better idea about where I lived. Miss Dorian took me by the school I would be attending, down to the local park, and around the neighborhood in general. "I was thinking Kathy, that we, you and I, I mean, might spend some time tomorrow trying on all of the clothes in your closet. I had to guess at the size a girl your age might wear, but we can exchange those that don't fit so well." "That'd be great! I want to wear everything!" Miss Dorian smiled at me as Peter drove us to the country club, where I was introduced as Dorian's newly adopted daughter. There were several girls my age there, and after dinner they came over and asked if I would like to join them out by the pool. Miss Dorian gave her consent, and I anxiously joined them.

I spent some time getting used to the idea that these girls, most of them my own age, were watching older teenage boys swimming, oohing and aahing over who they thought the cute ones were. But I relaxed and pretty soon I calmed down, my anxieties melting away in the friendship offered by the other girls. But, to soon it seemed, Miss Dorian came and told me it was time to leave. The ride home was short, but after the day I had, I let the warm embrace of sleep take me. The next morning about 8am, Miss Dorian once again came into my room and woke me. "Time to get up honey, I have breakfast being brought to the room so we can get right to trying on all of these clothes." I was wearing the light green floor length nightgown I wore my first night there, but I slipped on a robe and sat down on the bed with Dorian. An older woman knocked on the door and wheeled in a tray filled with food. We both ate what would be called a hardy breakfast, and then cleaned up the dishes, using the bathroom. "Let's start with the essentials Kathy. For the moment you will need to know how to tuck your male parts out of the way. It might be uncomfortable, but for now it's the only way to have what is called a feminine line. You can only wear that special cache that I gave you once in a while. I mentioned last night that there is an alternative, and I strongly recommend that you take it. Since you have chosen, on your own, to be my daughter, you'll be living as a girl, and enjoying the friendships of other girls your age. Tucking is fine, but sooner or later you'll be in a situation that will be embarrassing. Let me describe it for you. First, the Doctor will make an incision just at what is called the bikini line, and then he will remove your testes from the inside, since at your age they have not descended. Then he will pull the penile tissue up into the body and sew it so that when you pee, it will be as natural as any woman. Then he will take the flap of skin that would have been the scrotum and remold it into a natural looking vagina. He told me that the operation is considered minor surgery and he could do it right in my office. If you go in the morning, by dinner you'll feel reasonably fine, and within a few days you'll be able to ride a bike with no difficulty."

I knew right away what the answer would be, and I also thought that Miss Dorian knew as well. "When would he do it? I never had any surgery before. Does it hurt? Would I be a real girl then?" The questions would have continued if Miss Dorian had not interrupted her. "Whoa! First, Dr. Hollett will do it whenever you decide, you be asleep when he does it, so no, it won't hurt. You will not be a real girl, but you'll be as close as a person could get without being there. "It does have its advantages though, you won't go through male puberty which means that combined with the hormone shots, you will not have much of a beard if any, and at your age, your body will develop like the other girl, probably at the same rate too. Your skin will stay soft, and you won't develop the muscle mass that boys do. You're only 13, 14 in four months, so I would expect your entire body to develop into a female shape. The Doctor will probably give you small pills of to help the transition, along with the surgery."

I slipped into that private domain of dreams and wishes, and within a few moments told Miss Dorian to make the appointment. "I want to be a girl. I always have. If this makes me a girl then I want to do it!" I hugged Miss Dorian and the two of us held it, the true bond of Mother and daughter forged in that moment of understanding. "Lets try on some clothes shall we? We might have a lot to return, and I'll bet you have some changes you might want to make." I slipped off my nightgown, and in my panties and bra, the two of us spent several hours trying on, and selecting what I wanted to keep, and what to take back.

We went shopping that afternoon, and when we got home, I had a complete wardrobe that I had personally selected, with Dorian's help of course, from dresses to skirts and blouses. Swimsuits to shoes. I had never in my young life experienced the joy of selecting something for myself. In my old life, my Father had always purchased my clothes, usually at some re-sale shop on Broadway. After we had returned home, and I had put all of my clothes away, I met Peter and Miss Dorian in the dining room for dinner. Looking at Dorian, I spoke in a faltering tone, asking an important question. "Can I... I mean I want to...well what I mean is...I want to call you Mother." I wanted to become as close to Miss Dorian as I felt, but was afraid that she might be turned down. Dorian's blue eyes widened a bit at the suggestion, and I mistook that as a sign that I had offended Dorian. "I mean if you don't want me to, it's okay." "Kathy! Darling! It has been my dream to have a daughter, someone to call me Mother. Of course you may call me...Mom." Peter watched as the two of us came together, the final bonding. My old life now gone, washed away in the flood of happy tears we shed as one.

I began the next day with a trip to the Doctors office. The Doctor did the surgery just as Mom had told explained to me. But when I got home, I found that the pain was worse than I thought it would be. I lay down for a few hours, and when I awoke, the pain had gone away slightly. Walking with a wide stance, I went into mom's room. Mom saw me holding onto the doorframe, and rushed to me. "I underestimated the pain honey, I'm sorry. But I promise you that in a few days you'll be fine. She led me to the bed and made me lay down. "I was wondering, hoping, that you would want to call me Mom. But I had to wait. That had to be your decision Kathy. By the way, I go to a ballet class once a week for exercise, and I was wondering if you might like to join me. There are a few other little girls there with their Mom's too. We could get you a ballet outfit if you want." I had no idea of what ballet was let alone a ballet outfit, but I sure wanted to go if mom wanted me to. "Sure Mom!" "Okay honey. Get some rest and when you feel better we'll find you an outfit."

I started with ballet classes, then progressed to modeling, and classes in poise, walk, and how to dress. By the time I reached the age of fifteen, I was as confident of my beauty as any woman born that way. I had blossomed into a stunningly beautiful woman with a size 10, 36-24-36 figure. My hair had grown, and I now had the classic auburn hair the belied her Irish heritage, my wholesome good looks enhanced by the deep green of my eyes. My nails always filed into the oval shape that women find so comfortable, painted with the soft sable rose polish that went so well with my complexion. All in all, I looked nothing like the young man that Miss Dorian had picked up off the street. "Kathy, could I see you in the library?" Mom had entered the room silently, her heels muted in the soft gray carpet.

I sat down in a comfortable leather chair across from the desk where mom sat. "You are now old enough to be told some things that you will have to know in the future." Just then Mr. Scott, the lawyer that had helped me so long ago walked in. "Good morning ladies." Mom started to speak before he had sat down, and he remained silent as she continued. "Many years ago I was allowed to come here just as you were. I was also a boy!" My gasp could be heard by everyone there. "But you can't have! I've seen you naked Mom, and your a woman!" Mother interrupted quickly, " Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror while naked Kathy? Do you look like a boy? No! Let me finish please. A man named Lewis Walter Laski took me off the streets just as I did you, but many years ago. He was a life long transvestite, a gentle kind man who wished for nothing more than the acceptance of what he called his sisters, into society. He was very wealthy and he had no heirs, except some very distant people that he did not know very well. That was 25 years ago. He raised me as his daughter, then he adopted me when I was 18. I became the heiress to his fortune. Mr. Scotts predecessor drew up some papers that I signed when I was 15, just like you. It was my legacy to manage the funds, and to foster programs that encourage understanding of those people that live an alternative lifestyles, Gay and Lesbian issues, transgender, and others that are not included in all facets of society. The $100 Million he left me has grown to almost 6 times that amount. I was sent to the best financial schools in the country, and learned to manage this money for the betterment of all. When the time came, I did indeed have the surgery that made me a complete woman. I can, and do function as any other woman can. It will be your duty to continue his wishes. Since I adopted you last year, you became his granddaughter and direct heir.

You are a vibrant young woman, and I expect you to one day get married. But you will have the obligation to carry out my wishes. You may have wondered about Peter's relationship in all of this. He will be my husband soon, and your Father. He has been with me from almost the very beginning. He was taken off the streets also. But Peter had a keen mind, and his aptitude in mathematics became obvious right away. Dad, Mr. Laski, sent him the best financial colleges in the country. He is a well known, highly respected economist in the financial community. It is Peter that advises me on any investments I might make." I was stunned. I had no idea that we were so wealthy, even though it was all around me if I knew what to look for. In a petulant tone of voice, I asked mom, "Is there some great plan for me too? Or can I chose my own life?" Then I started to cry. Softly, Mother came and took me in her arms. 'Baby, you have always had a choice, from the first moment that you came here. I never hid anything from you. But you must understand that you had to be old enough to understand what I am telling you. If you chose to become a teacher, fine! I am not worried about what you do for a living. I even expect, and I will say hope, that you will someday get married and adopt some children!" My confusion about what was said weighed on my mind, but I accepted what my Mother had told me, since I knew she was right. She had never held anything from me, and every decision was one that I myself had made.

Finally, I calmed down enough for mom to more fully explain to me the implications of what I had been told. "You see baby, I only get an allowance. All of the money is tied up in trust. I only manage that trust. If you decide to do something else with your life that's fine. No matter what you do with your life, you will still be obligated to manage the funds within the parameters of the trust. I am paid one million dollars a year, and I expect that you will too. The trust prevents someone from marrying you for your money so to speak. We can talk later, it's only important that you know about the trust from me, firsthand." I asked to be excused, then I went to my room.

I pondered the news that I had been given, and after some reflection on it, I realized that her Mom was right. I myself knew firsthand about an abusive parent and what the lack of love can do to a person. I raced downstairs and into the library, finding Mom firmly in the grasp of Peter. I ran up and hugged the two of them. "I'm sorry Mom...Dad, I just wanted, I...I...I guess I don't know what I want." Peter put his strong arms around the woman he was to marry, and his daughter to be. "We all go through it Kathy. You're just a normal 15 year old! How about we go to the country club for dinner. Maybe that cute young man of yours will be there again." "Oh Dad!" I had met a young man the last time we went to the club. He was military cadet at a nearby academy, he was 5'9" tall, had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and I thought he was absolutely the end of the world! As luck would have it, Bradley was there. Out by the pool.

"Hi Brad!" Jumping to his feet, Brad smiled when he saw me. "Got a suit? We can take a swim, and maybe later we can go dance?" "I'll have to check with Mom, but it'll be okay. Wait here." I raced into the dining room and asked if it was okay if I went for a swim with Brad, and seeing the smiles from both mom and Peter, I raced into the locker room and changed into my most daring bikini. The hormones had done their work, and I now strained against the tiny strip of material that passed as a bra for the suit. Grabbing a towel, I raced up to the door of the pool, then carefully sauntered in, like I had taken all the time in the world. He was the first guy I had any interest in, and I was going to use every feminine trick I knew to "get" him. He was a goner but didn't know it yet! Brad eventually succumbed to my feminine wiles, and we became a couple.

When I turned 18, and I had graduated from high school, I that final operation, the one that completed my transition into a complete woman. I took my degree in economics at a major east coast college, and went on to turn my legacy into one of the highest earning funds in the world. Bradley and I married in our 24^th year, after we had completed our schooling, and then we adopted a boy and a girl, making mom and dad Grandparents. Both she and Peter doted on the new additions to the family, and watched as I became a model Mother in my own right.

(the end)

 

 

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