The Facts of Life

by Jennifer White

 

Hi, my name is Bonnie. I'm 18 years old, a senior at Paul Reeve High School (where I earn straight A's), and I have a secret that I've never told my family. One night, I came home late from my date, and my parents were there in the living room, waiting up for me.

"Shit" I thought.

"What were you doing out so late young lady?" said my father sternly.

"We were worried sick about you" said mom.

"It's only 11:45" I protested. "Its not like I stayed out until 3 in the morning or something."

"But you were on a date. We were worried about you. You are grounded for a week, for letting this happen. And we're going to have a little talk tomorrow" said her father.

"Dad! A week? That's not fair!"

"It's fair if *I* say it is. As long as you live in my house, you'll live by my rules. Now go to bed. It is too late for an 18 year old girl to be up."

"Dad!" I protested, but it was no use arguing with him. I looked to mom for support, but she and dad kept a united front. They were all against me. Typical parents! They just didn't understand me. And they would never understand if I told them the real truth. So as usual, I kept quiet.

* * *

 

The next day, my parents sat down with me in the kitchen after dinner. I washed the dishes while mom put away the leftovers. Then they made me talk to them.

"Bonnie, you understand, we're doing this because we're concerned for you" said mom.

"You're at a young, vulnerable age for a girl" said dad (as if I was still 12 years old!). "We don't want to see you get taken advantage of. I know how you dress when you go out, and what that does to boys your age."

"We don't want you to end up pregnant, like that Johnson girl" said mom.

I had to suppress a smirk. There was no way that *I* was going to get pregnant! It was physically impossible. But they kept going on, and on, and on.

"I'm not going to end up pregnant, okay?" I said. "You can stop all this now."

"Young lady, sit down and listen to your father" said mom. "You do enough talking. Now its time for you to be quiet, and listen."

"You are out of control, and we are trying to set you straight. When the Johnson girl had a baby, she had to drop out of school. Do you realize that?"

"Her name is Kathy, not 'that Johnson girl'!" I said. "And yes, I know that she dropped out. She's my friend, remember? This is so stupid."

"Don't talk to your father that way!" said mom.

"No daughter of mine is going to end up like that" stormed dad. He was really ticked off now, but so was I.

"I already told you I'm not going to get pregnant. Don't you trust me? You don't even know me!" I said, on the verge of tears.

"Oh, we know you. We see you go out dressed up way to sexy for a girl your age. And we know what boys these days want from girls. If you don't straighten up, you *will* end up like that Johnson girl. And with the diseases you can get from sex these days, you have to be careful. Even if you've been sneaking the pill into this house, some boy could still give you something."

Now I was way too upset, and I was out of control. I made a mistake, and said something I had been hiding for years.

"No boy is going to get me pregnant. I'm not going to get sick from some boy passing a disease on to me. Okay? Why won't you listen to me?"

"You're not..." started dad, but I was on a roll, and I cut him off.

"I'm not going out with a boy!" I said. "I'm dating a girl named Susan. Okay? Are you happy now? Do you understand?"

 

They were stunned, and they just sat there gaping at me. For a second, I felt satisfied, like I had finally put a stop to all this nonsense. But then I realized that I had just let me secret slip.

"I forbid you to ever date a girl again" said dad.

"Yeah, right" I replied.

"Not while you live in my house you don't!"

"Now Roger" said mom, but he was too angry, and ignored her. He was fuming mad, his face starting to turn red.

"I thought you were dating Bill" said mom.

"That was a front. A cover, so you wouldn't get all bent out of shape. See, I knew I shouldn't have told you. I knew dad couldn't handle it."

"Go to your room now" he said. "We will deal with you tomorrow."

There was a coldness to his voice that scared me. I never saw him like this before. I ran back to my room, and cried myself to sleep. I hated them. I hated myself. I hated all of this...

* * *

 

The next day, late in the afternoon, I was sat down with my parents, and they had a calm talk with me. Or at least they tried to appear calm.

"Bonnie, this can't continue" said dad. I could see in mom's eyes that she was more sympathetic to me, but she backed down to dad. I hated that about her. Women should be strong, but she let a *man* tell her what to do. I would never let myself become like her.

"Listen to your father" she said meekly, deferring to him. Grrr.

"We know this is just a phase you're going through..."

"It's not a phase!" I said. "This is who I am! Do you think I woke up one morning, and said to myself that I'm going to fall in love with a girl today? It's not like that!"

"Honey..." he said.

"No dad, this is me! This is who I am. I've known it for years, but didn't do anything about it until I met Susan. I love her, and she loves me. You can't make me not feel what I feel inside. You can't!"

After that, what did he do? He completely ignored me!

"You just think that, because you've never been in love with a boy" he said.

"I've never been in love with a boy, because I'm not interested in boys!" I replied.

"Well, you're going to be."

"Bonnie, your father and I have arranged a date for you tonight. Joey is a very nice boy. We know his parents. You'll like him."

"No I won't!" I said. "You can't just *make* me want him. There is no way I'm going out on a date with a boy!"

"Yes you are" said dad coldly. "Bonnie, you have two choices. You can do what we're asking, to start dating Joey, and fall in love with him. Or next year, as soon as you graduate next month, and you're on your own. No college money. No apartment. Just you, by yourself."

"This is blackmail!" I said.

"Call it what you like. You're my daughter, and I can raise you as I see fit. Now go get ready for your date tonight. Your mother is going to dress you up pretty, something befitting a young lady. None of those short skirts you go around wearing."

"Mom, please!" I protested, but she looked away.

"Come on honey, let me fix up your hair. Then we can pick out a pretty dress for you tonight. How about that blue one?"

"The one that makes me look like I'm trying to be Cinderella at the ball? Are you kidding? I'll get laughed at if I wear that one!"

"Its a lovely dress for a pretty girl like yourself" she said.

 

Now I was really stuck. Mom, who seemed to think I was still a little kid, was about to dress me up like some frilly little girl. And they were forcing me to go on a date with a 'nice boy'. That always meant he'd be some nerd who I'd be embarrassed to be seen with. My parents must really really hate me!

I had to trick mom. I told her I was capable of dressing myself. I put on a short white skirt and a skimpy cami top Then I put on the stupid blue dress over the top. I picked out shoes that mom wouldn't object to, but which were cool enough to wear once I took off the blue monstrosity.

I put extra makeup into my purse, so that as soon as we were gone, I could do myself properly. I let mom into the room, and she insisted on doing my hair 'up'. Yuk!

At least she did my nails for me. She tried to talk about things with me, but she wasn't very good at it. I just kept saying "Uh-huh", and pretending to go along with what she said. Whatever. Like it mattered.

Now all decked out like some freak, I had to sit and be 'ladylike' as I waited for Joey the Geek to show up for my date. How excited he must be to have a date with a real girl. I made a bet to myself that he had never even kissed a girl before.

 

Sure enough, Joey showed up on time (with a dozen roses for me...kind of over the top for a first date with a girl he'd never met, don't you think?). And he looked geeky. Even if I did like boys, I wouldn't have liked *him*. And he was wearing a suit. Who wears a suit on a date? What is this, 1950? At least mom didn't make me wear a poodle skirt or something stupid like she wore back then!

After fifteen minutes of broken conversation (where my parents talked a lot more than Joey), he said that it was time to go. He had reservations for dinner, then we'd go out to see a movie.

"Gee, that sounds swell" I said, mockingly sounding like a girl from a 1950's movie. My parents didn't even pick up on the irony of it. They were so dense.

 

Joey held open the door of his five year old Ford. Not even a nice ride. He closed the door for me...the perfect gentleman. Then he got in, and asked me if I needed help with the seatbelt. Could this get any worse?

"Now lets get something straight" I said. "I'm just doing this because my parents are forcing me to. I'm not doing this because I like you or anything. Do you understand?"

"Uh....yes" he said shyly.

"Nothing against you, but there is no way that I would ever fall in love with you. You are not my type, and this isn't going to work."

"I see" he said, crestfallen. I guess he had built his hopes way up, and now realizing that he wasn't going to get anywhere with me, he seemed crushed. I think he was about to cry.

"Are your parents home tonight?" I said.

"No, they're out of town for the weekend" he whispered hoarsely. He *was* going to cry!

"Then lets go over there. I need to get out of this dress."

That seemed to perk him up. We drove to his house.

"Do you have any sisters?" I said, hopeful that at least there would be *someone* attractive to talk to at his place.

"No, I'm an only child" he said.

"Oh, I see."

Too bad!

"Do you go out on dates often?" I asked. I figured that if he was acting like this was something from an old movie, that he really didn't have much in the way of experience dating.

"No, I don't do well with the girls" he replied.

I wonder why. Hmmm. I got him to admit that this was his first 'real' date. Wonderful. Mom and dad set me up with the biggest nerd in the world.

 

We finally got to his house, and went inside. I immediately began to peel off the dress. His eyes were bugging out. He had never seen a girl strip before I guess. I had my clothes on underneath, so it wasn't like he was going to see me naked or anything.

"Why do you hate that dress so much?" he said. "It's quite lovely, and you look very pretty in it."

"Are you saying I don't look good in these clothes?"

"No, you look great like that too. But why do you hate that dress? I don't understand."

I let my hair down, and shook my head. That felt better. I reached into my purse, and pulled out my makeup.

"Well, you see," I started, as I applied my mascara, "my mom thinks I'm a 10 year old girl, and that I still want to be a princess. She wants to dress me up like I'm a little girl. But I'm not! Young ladies don't go around wearing poofy light blue glittery dresses. I'd be a laughingstock at school if anyone say me out in that thing."

"But you look so lovely in it. You're enchanting."

"If you like to so much, why don't you wear it?" I said.

That froze him. He blushed, and stopped talking. I had just hit on an idea by accident. What if I did make him put on the dress? I could make him hate me so much that he'd never want to go out with me again! I decided that tonight might be fun after all.

"Go ahead. I want to see you try it on" I insisted.

"I can't wear that..." he said shyly.

"No. I insist that you wear it. Go to your room, get out of those clothes, and put on the dress. Right now!"

"But I don't want to dress like a girl" he said.

"Too bad. You need to learn how it feels to wear a dress like that, so you understand why I don't like it. Now lets get going. We don't have all night!"

"But it isn't right" he said.

"Okay, I'll tell you what. If you put on the dress, and let me put makeup on your face, then I'll let you touch my boobs, and I'll let you kiss me. How's that for a deal?"

I figured that if I made him up like a girl, then it wouldn't be so repulsive to kiss him. And since he was so excited about being on a date with a girl for the first time, he'd give in. And he'd hate it so much, that he'd beg to never go out with me again.

It worked! He agreed to do it.

"Where's you mom's bedroom?" I asked.

He showed me her room, and I went immediately to her closet. I found a pair of shoes that looked like they might fit him, a pair of her pantyhose, a bra, and a pair of panties.

"Got put these on, then put on the dress" I instructed. "Stuff the bra full with socks or something."

He went into his room, carrying my dress and his mom's underwear. He emerged a few minutes later, wearing it! He looked so ridiculous in a pretty dress, but I didn't laugh at him or anything. Not yet at any rate.

"Come sit down here, so I can put on your makeup" I said.

He sat down on the chair, I pulled out my makeup, and went to work on him. I gave him some foundation, blended some powder in, added some blush for his cheekbones, then I went to work on his eyes.

I used a pencil to outline them, then applied mascara heavily. I put on some eye shadow (more than I would for myself), and did some touchup. I dug through my bag, and found a lipstick sample that mom had given me. If I was putting it on him, I wasn't about to use it again on myself. Not after it touched his lips!

Now he was dressed up like a girl, and was wearing makeup. I made him put the shoes on, and led him to the full length mirror in the hallway.

"There, now you look very pretty" I said.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his mouth hanging open. His hair looked terrible, but it was too short for me to do anything with. And he still didn't look right.

"You need some accessories" I said. I made him follow me into his mom's room, where I rummaged through hew jewelry box. I made him put on a couple of rings, a necklace, a bracelet, and a pair of clip-on earrings.

Then I went to her closet again, and found a purse which I told him to put over his shoulder. I spied some bottles of nail polish on her vanity, so I took the brightest pink one, and told him that I'd do his nails next. His hand was shaking as I held it, and applied the pink nail polish. It was probably the first time he had held a girl's hand before.

"Now for one last touch" I said.

"What's that?" he replied, frightened of what I'd do next.

"You look like a girl now, so you need a girl's name. I think that I'll call you Dana."

"Dana?" he said, his voice trembling.

"Yes. That's your name, now that you're a girl."

"Oh god" he said, and I laughed so loud that I almost wet my pants. Actually, I *was* getting wet inside. This was turning me on. The more I made him into a girl, the more excited I got.

"Now then Dana" I said, I told you that I wanted you to understand why I didn't want to go out in public in that dress."

"Yes" he replied.

"Well, let me teach you. Come on, we're going to the mall."

"I can't go out of the house like this!" he said. "I can't let someone see me like this!"
"Exactly!" I replied. "Now you know exactly how *I* feel."

"Wow" he said.

I wondered what I should do next. I wished Susan was there with me. I wanted to be with her. That gave me an idea. 'Dana' here was a real pushover. I'd just invite Susan over here too!

"Now Dana, I'm going to have my girlfriend come join us here. Don't worry about her, she won't tease you or anything. She's really sweet. She'll help me teach you how to kiss a girl. Would you like that?"

"Would I ever!" he said.

No wonder my parents loved this geek. He talked like he was right out of 1950, just like them and their stupid TV shows. Gosh Ward, don't you think you're being awful hard on the Beaver?

"Hey Susan, it's me" I said. "I'm here at 353 E. Mapletree Drive, the brick house with the pine tree in front. Come on over. Yeah, see you in a few."

 

We talked for fifteen minutes, until she showed up. She was wearing her black leather miniskirt, and a skimpy tank top. I smiled. I loved her so much.

"What's with him?" she asked.

"My parents are making me date him" I replied.

"Nice outfit" she said to him. "Isn't that your dress Bonnie?"

"Yeah. I showed him how it feels to have to wear it, because he didn't understand, and he thought it looked lovely on me."

We giggled, then I turned to him.

 

"Okay" I said. "I owe you a kiss."

He walked over to me (still teetering a little in his mom's heels). He put his hands on my boobs, squeezed them, then put his lips onto mine and pressed hard. Then he stepped back, and said "Wow, that was great".

"Not for me it wasn't" I replied. "First of all, you need to be gentle with a girl. Don't squeeze her boobs like that! You need to go slowly at first. Put your hands on her waist."

I demonstrated on Susan.

"Then when you are closer, you could slowly work you way up. Slow and steady does it. Going fast like that makes you seem immature."

I gently worked my hands up her perfect body, until they cupped her breasts. I used my thumbs to gently massage her nipples which were stiff and erect enough to be very visible through her top.

"Now don't press your lips hard into her, like you did to me. You need to be tender and sensuous. Like this."

Susan and I shared a tender kiss. She put her hands on my butt, and pulled me closer to her. I opened my mouth a bit further, and let her put her tongue into it. We touched tongues, and she licked a circle inside my slightly open lips. Wow! I tingled all over.

"Now *that* was a kiss" I said.

"Could I try again?" he asked.

"Sure" I said, although Susan shot me a jealous glare. I winked at her, and she smiled. She was just kidding around. She knew I'd never leave her for some boy.

He tried it again, and I had to admit that he was much better at it this time around.

"Lets have a seat" I said. I motioned over to the love seat, where Susan and I sat down. I put my arm around her, and she leaned in close to me. Joey sat down in the recliner.

"I forgot to introduce you two" I said. "This is my girlfriend Susan. We're going to get married one day."

"Hello" said Joey.

"And this is Joey, but when she's a girl, her name is Dana."

"Hello Dana" said Susan.

Even under the makeup, you could see him blush.

"She's a modest one" said Susan to me.

"It's her first time being a girl" I replied. "But it certainly won't be the last."

"What do you mean?" asked Joey.

"Well, my folks are going to try to force me to start dating you full time. Which I'm okay with, as long as Susan can join us, and as long as you dress up for us too. If you're a girl, you're more than welcome to join us. Otherwise, you can just pick me up, and drop me off at her house."

"Because of this" I said, pulling out my cell phone. "Its a phone with a digital camera. See this shot I took of you? I have a picture of your new self Dana. I already emailed it to my home computer while we were talking."

"Please, you can't show that to anyone!"

"I won't. Its just for insurance, in case you decide not to go along with the program. As long as you help me out, nobody will ever see that picture. I don't *want* to show anyone Dana. But if you do anything to cross me, or try to get me into trouble, well then what kind of friend would you be?"

"We girls should stick together" said Susan. "There's no need for us to fight. We're all nice girls here. But girls our age can sure hold grudges too. If you did something to hurt us, well then, what choice would we have but to strike back at you?"

"But we're all girlfriends here" I said. "So you don't need to worry Dana. We'll be nice to you. We might even try to find a girlfriend for you."

"Really?" he said.

"Oh yes" said Susan, picking up on my cue. "I know this girl who is going to college. She'd *love* to have a girl like you. That's her thing, you know. I can bring her over, if you'd like."

"She's a real girl?" he said, unsure of where Susan was going with this.

"Yes Dana. She was born female. But she has a thing for boys who like to be girls. If she saw you like that, she'd flip out for you. You'd probably get laid tonight, if you played your cards right."

Well that was enough to get a hormone driven boy over the top. He agreed to meet Susan's friend. So she got out her cell phone from her purse, and made the call to Leni, who promised to be right over.

"Leni just turned 21, so she's buying drinks on the way over" said Susan. "Is that okay with you?"

"Um, I don't drink" said Joey.

"Have you ever tried?" I asked.

"Well, no, not really."

"Well Leni does. You don't want her to think you're weird or something do you? You had better drink with is."

"Okay" he said. How wonderful this was to see. I had convinced a guy that wearing a dress was okay, and getting laid by a girl who prefers boys in dresses was alright, but not drinking with us would be weird. If only my parents knew what was going on. They'd have a heart attack.

* * *

 

I had instant messaging on my phone too, and Leni's screen name "DramaQueen47" was already in my address book. I did a quick chat with her before she left.

 

MissFlirtBabe66: Bring a wig.

DramaQueen47: He doesn't have one?

MissFlirtBabe66: His 1st time.

DramaQueen47: You did him up?

MissFlirtBabe66: Yup.

DramaQueen47: Way 2 go!

MissFlirtBabe66: C U soon

DramaQueen47: k

 

I hoped she had a good wig for him. He'd look so much better with long hair. Susan and I snuggled, and talked to 'Dana' like 'she' was a girl. You could tell he was all excited that a real girl was coming over, who wanted to make out with him, and who might go to bed with him. That had to be every teenage boy's dream. I just bet he never dreamed of having to be a girl to make it happen to him thought!

The doorbell rang, and Susan went over to let Leni in. She looked very pretty. If I wasn't already dating Susan, I would have been interested in her. Of course, she wouldn't like me, I was a girl. But her eyes went immediately to Joey, and her face broke on in a big smile.

"You must be Dana" she said. "I'm Leni. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you" he replied.

"I like your nails. Very pretty color."

"Um, thanks. Bonnie picked it out for me."

"She's good with makeup and colors. You could learn a lot from her."

She put down the bags she was carrying.

"I brought us some wine" she said, holding up two cold bottles of liebfraumilch, a sweet German wine.

"It means mother's milk" said Susan, taking the bottles from her. "I'll go open it up."

"And this is for you" said Leni, pulling out a wig from the other bag. It was long, blond and curly. She went over to Joey, and put it on him. He looked a lot more like a girl once he had proper hair. I would have done his makeup differently with that color of hair, but he looked passable as he was.

 

Leni sat down right next to Joey, and they were soon talking together quietly. Susan returned with the wine glasses and the open bottle. She poured out a glass for each of us, and we lifted the glasses for a toast.

"To being girls!" said Leni.

"I'll drink to that!" I said.

We all clinked glasses, and drank. Soon, I was locked in deep conversation with Susan, while Leni and Joey were talking quietly with each other. I put my arms around Susan's neck, and in no time we were making out. It felt so good to touch her soft skin, and to have her caress me so gently, as only another girl could do.

At one point, I went to refill my glass. I noticed that Leni was kissing 'Dana' on the neck, and he had his head tipped back, eyes closed, mouth agape, quivering with delight. He had a hand on her bare leg, and her hand was up his skirt. They were getting along splendidly.

* * *

 

"So how was your date?" asked mom.

"Okay" I replied. I didn't want to tell her that it was such a thrill.

"Did you kiss him?" she asked.

"Well, actually, we did kiss once" I admitted. It was true! I just didn't tell her how Susan and me had gone to one bedroom to get it on, while Leni had been with Joey, and popped his cherry.

"Are you going to see him again soon?" she asked.

"Well, you and dad say I *have* to, so we're going out again tomorrow, to see a movie."

"That's nice dear" said mom, smiling. She had no idea. She thought I actually liked being with this dork. Oh well, I was getting what I wanted out of it. And so was he. Who cared what my parents thought was going on?

* * *

 

We set up another 'date' for the next night. I talked with Joey on the phone, and told him that he had to come pick me up, so my parents would see him. But under his clothes, he needed to be wearing a bra and panties.

"Stuff it just enough so I know it's there" I told him.

 

When he showed up, I looked at him, but I couldn't tell if he did it or not. I'd be really pissed if he didn't listen to me. My mom gushed over him, and he handed me some nice flowers which mom put into a vase.

"What a nice boy you are" she said, giving me 'the look'.

Yeah, whatever.

He escorted me to his car, and we got in.

"What's the matter with you?" I said. "I told you to wear a bra."

He pulled the collar of his shirt over, so I could see the strap. Okay, so he was wearing a bra.

"But you didn't stuff it. I can't see anything under your shirt."

"I chickened out, okay?" he said. "I didn't want your parents to see me with fake breasts."

"You should be proud to have boobs" I said, shaking my head. "Wait until Leni hears about this. She'll be pissed at you."

"But I did what she asked. She'll be very happy."

"What did she ask you to do?"

"Well, I shaved my legs, my chest, and my armpits for her."

"Nice" I said. Seeing his bra strap, and thinking of a boy shaving like that to look pretty was starting to get me excited inside. It really turned me on!

"And she told me to use this skin cream she gave me. And I've only been wearing panties, like she told me to."

"Very good" I said. "I'm glad to hear that you like her so much."

"Oh yes. Last night was the best night of my life. I think I would do almost anything she asked me to. I just want to be with her."

"Well, we have to keep up appearances with my folks. They need to think that we're going out together. And I'm sure they'll talk to your folks when they get back in town."

"Sure, but I want to be with Leni."

"I can't blame you. She's pretty hot, and if I wasn't with Susan already, I would want to ask *her* out. But we'll figure something out. Leni has her own place. And Susan's folks are okay with her dating girls. We'll have to pretend to be going out when we're with our folks. But then we'll go over to Susan's or Leni's, and we can do our thing."

"That sounds great. And I can't wait to see her tonight" he said, starting the car. We drove over to his house, and pulled in the driveway. Susan was waiting for us in her car already. She rushed over to greet me. We kissed, then Joey let us in the door.

"Are you going to dress up now, or wait for Leni to get here" I asked Joey.

"What do you think I should do?"

"If she brought an outfit for you, she'll dress you up in it. But if she finds you dressed as a boy, I don't think she'll like that as much. Why don't we get you started, then we'll see what she wants when she gets here."

"Okay, what should I wear?" he asked.

We went to his mom's closet, and found a yellow floral sundress, which I made him wear (after having him stuff his bra full). I was turned on seeing him like this. The more feminine he got, the hotter he looked to me. If I wasn't in love with Susan, I might have wanted to pursue this path further. But I *did* love her, and she gave me everything I needed in a lover. She had all the right equipment from birth. I didn't have to try and fix her.

I went to her, and gave her a big kiss.

"What was that for?" she said, surprised.

"Because I love you so much" I replied.

She smiled, and I could see in her eyes that she felt the same way about me. I was one lucky girl to have a girlfriend like her.

 

We were talking, when Leni rang the doorbell, and let herself in. We all said hello. She looked at Joey, and smiled.

"I'm so glad you tried to dress yourself up for me. That shows me that you're willing to let me turn you into a girl."

"And I shaved my legs" said Joey.

"I see that. And your underarms. Just like we girls do."

She looked at me and Susan, and we all smiled.

"Now lets get you dressed up properly" said Leni.

She had brought several things for Joey today. First, she had him strip down to just his bra and panties.

"I bought these for you" she said, handing him a very realistic looking pair of fake boobs. She put them in his bra, and we all clapped our hands and complimented him on his breasts.

"You're stacked!" I said. "You must be a D-cup. I'm jealous."

"You have such a lovely bust" said Susan. "A lot of girls would die to have boobs as big as yours. You're so big!"

Joey had a funny look on his face, like he wasn't 100% sure that he liked 'having boobs' on him. But Leni didn't wait to talk about it she pressed on.

"Now put this on" she said.

"What's this?"

"A girdle. It will help shape your body, to give you more feminine curves, and make you look prettier."

He struggled to pull the girdle up, and Leni pulled hard to make it fit as tight as possible on him.

"There, see how it slims your waist, and gives you curves? Just like a *real* woman. You've got curves now Dana."

Joey looked down at his body, now with breasts and curves. His face showed a mix of fear, wonder, excitement, and awe. Leni was turning him into a girl. And I was starting to get wet inside from seeing her do it to him.

"Should I put on my pantyhose now?" asked Joey, trying to be cooperative.

"No. Today, you're wearing these" she said, pulling out a pair of girl's jeans. They were cut for a girl with real curves, but once Joey got himself into them (they were pretty tight!), and managed to get the button closed (with some difficulty!), it made him look even more like a girl.

"There's like no room in the crotch in these" he said, touching down there with his hand.

"Girls don't have anything down there that needs room" replied Leni. "And now for the top."

She pulled out a black turtleneck, with long sleeves.

"But this won't show off my legs or my armpits. I shaved them for you today."

"Girls always keep them shaved, but they don't always show them off. That's something you need to get used to. But I think you'll like how you look in this. Put it on!"

Joey put the turtleneck on. It was quite tight, and really made his boobs look bigger. It was thin enough that from the back, you could clearly see that he was wearing a bra. And from the front, his 'boobs' bulged out, stretching the material. He looked really good.

We put on Joey's wig and his makeup. Leni brought some of those press-on nails, which we applied on his fingers and painted bright red. We found a pair of black flats from his mom's closet, and made him put them on. Then some of her jewelry, perfume, and he was all set.

"Ready?" said Leni.

"For what?" replied Joey.

"Well girlfriend, we have an exciting night. All four of us are going out to dinner, then we're going shopping at the mall. We'll get you a few more outfits of your own. There's a sale, and you need a new skirt. I think you should get this whole outfit."

She showed him a picture of a sexy model wearing a short t-shirt that exposed her tummy, a black miniskirt, and knee high boots with high heels. She looked really hot.

"You want me to dress like that?" said Joey.

"Right now, you're dressed rather casual. But for special occasions, you'll want to show off your body. So you need something like this."

He just stared at the picture. He wasn't sure if he liked where we were going with this or not. I don't think he really liked being a girl. I think he was more interested in having sex with Leni. But she wasn't going to just lay down for him. She was going to push his limits first.

"Come on girls, grab your purses, and lets go!"

Susan and I grabbed ours, but Joey just kind of stood there.

"I don't want to go out like this" he said.

"Like what?" asked Leni, as if it was normal for him to go out dressed like a girl.

"Like this!" he said, motioning at himself. "What if someone I know sees me?"

"Then they'll think you're dressed nicely today" said Leni.

"Bonnie, tell her I can't go out dressed up like a girl" he said, his voice pleading to me.

"But Dana, you *are* are girl" I said. "Why wouldn't you want to go out dressed like that? Would you prefer to wear a dress? Is that it?"

"No!" he said. "Just look at me!"

"You're very pretty" said Susan. "If I wasn't already committed to Bonnie, I'd date you in a minute. You're a pretty girl, and you shouldn't feel so bad about yourself."

"We're going out, and that's final" said Leni, all but dragging him out the door. She handed him his purse.

"Girls don't go out without their bags" she said. "Don't ever forget that. And don't embarrass me in public. If people think I'm with a boy, I'll lose my reputation. You had better not act in *any* way, other than like the girl that you are now. Do you understand?"

"Yes" he said meekly.

"If you do *anything* like a boy, I'm going to drop you so fast your head will spin."

"No!" he said.

"Then lets go girl. The sooner we get back tonight, the sooner we can get intimate with each other again."

That sealed it. Joey got in the car, and we went out to dinner.

 

It was kind of dark in the Italian place that Leni chose, and nobody batted an eye at 'her'. 'She' fooled everyone. And after we got to talking, it became easier and easier to forget that it was really a guy sitting next to me.

After dinner, we went to the mall. We hung out together for a while, and talked. Then we went to a couple of stores. Sometimes we hung together, sometimes we split up.

Once while we were all together, some guys came over and hit on us. I had to try my best to suppress a laugh. If ever there was a group of girls that they would fail with, this was it. Susan and I were dating each other, and neither of us even liked boys. Joey *was* a boy, and Leni, well Leni would only be interested in turning them into girls. If only they knew!

We gave them the brush-off, but of course over the few hours we were there, we got hit on a number of times.

"I hate it when they do that" said Joey.

"They, meaning boys" said Leni. "You're not one of *them* anymore. You're one of *us*. The girls. And yes, *they* try to hit on us all the time. Never mind that *we* might not be interested, we might not be looking. *They* will be after you. Even when you grow up to be a woman, you'll have men chasing you. I mean, my mom is married, wears her ring, and still guys at work hit on her all the time."

"That's terrible" said Joey.

I loved it. He wasn't protesting the fact that Leni had just told him he wasn't a boy anymore, or that he was going to grow up to be a woman now. He didn't flinch. This was really fun!

 

After the mall, we went back to Joey's house. We made him model his new outfit for us, with the skimpy top, the miniskirt, and the high heel boots. It would have looked a lot better on a real girl, but that wasn't the point. We all said 'ooh' and 'aah' when he sashayed into the room.

Like last night, Susan and I went to one bedroom, while Leni and Joey went to his room. I don't know what she did to him in there, but there was a lot of loud moaning, and banging on the wall.

And when we were all done, and met back in the living room, Joey was wearing a skimpy nightie.

"So Dana, are you a boy or a girl?" said Leni. "Tell them."

"I'm a girl" said Joey, with quite a different tone to his voice than before. "Definitely a girl."

He was painting his toenails as we chatted.

"You know, I had better get home soon" I said. "My parents freak out when I get home late."

"Mine too" said Susan.

"I'll drive you home" said Joey. "If they see her car, they'll wonder what's up."

"Good point" I said.

I kissed Susan good-bye, while Joey went to his room. He emerged wearing a skirt and a cami top, along with high heel shoes. He took his purse, and slung it over his shoulder.

"Come on, ready to go?" he said.

I couldn't believe it! He *wanted* to go out dressed up as Dana now. What *did* she do to him back there?

He drove me home, and said that he hoped to see me again soon.

"I have to get back. Leni is spending the night. I can't wait to get back to her."

"I can't blame you" I said.

"Good night Bonnie" he said.

"Good night Dana."

* * *

 

I was surprised Monday at school when I saw Joey. He was a nerd, so nobody paid any attention to him. But I could see some subtle things. Like his clothes. They were androgynous at best. I swore that they were girl's pants he was wearing. And under the thick sweater, I bet that he had a bra on.

And the way he moved seemed different to me. Instead of his usual clumsy nervous movements, he seemed smoother, more graceful. Leni had really done something to him, and his whole manner was different now.

At lunch, I got out my cell phone, and sent an instant message.

 

MissFlirtBabe66: What did you do to Joey?

DramaQueen47: Made him realize he's a girl.

MissFlirtBabe66: How?

DramaQueen47: Simple. I'll teach you how.

MissFlirtBabe66: Look 4ward to that :-)

DramaQueen47: Gotta run.

MissFlirtBabe66: Bye

 

I couldn't wait to find out how she did it. She was a lot more experienced sexually than any of my friends. She must have known some secret about guys.

But I could never bring myself to go to bed with a guy. That really made me feel sick to think about. I belonged with a girl. With Susan. Joey was just a decoy for me, someone to fool my parents, so they'd lay off me until I graduated.

As soon as I did, I'd move in with Susan. We had it all planned out. We'd both get jobs as waitresses, we'd rent an apartment, and we'd go to college together. If my parents didn't want to help me with school, I'd figure something else out.

I looked up, and saw Joey. I winked at him. He winked back. I noticed that he was wearing a clear coat on his fingernails, making them shine in the light. Did anyone else notice that? I bet myself that Leni would make him start wearing neutral shades of color next, and get him used to being in nail polish full time. Then she'd make him wear noticeable colors.

But by then, he'd be too far gone, and not even care. He was already a kid that got picked on by bullies, ignored by girls, and just about as unpopular as it gets. Things wouldn't get any worse for him at school, even if he care there in a dress. I wondered if Leni could get him to do that one day.

* * *

 

Joey and I were able to keep up our charade until the end of the school year. But when Joey refused to go to the senior prom unless *he* got to wear a pretty gown, mom and dad found out the truth. You should have seen the look on their faces when he came to pick me up in a dress!

Susan and I kept to our plan, and moved in together. We start college in the fall. Mom and dad decided that even if I didn't turn out as they wanted, they still loved me, and wanted me to get a good education. I'm waitressing a couple days a week, as is Susan. So we have some spending cash for when we go out on dates and stuff.

"Wouldn't it be fun to live in the girls dorm?" she said to me one day. "We'd be with a whole bunch of sexy girls, showing together, eating together, dressing up together...."

"You sound like a sixteen year old boy" I said. "Plus, we've got each other. Why would you want to look at another girl?"

"I was just joking silly" she said. "I love only *you*."

We fell into a deep passionate kiss together.

 

Dana stayed with Leni for a while, until Leni declared that she was more female than male, and therefore was no longer suitable for a relationship with her.

Dana was happy to move on at that point. I think that between whatever Leni had been doing to her, and the hormones she was taking, that she was looking at the boys, the way she used to look at me. Leni had completely converted her, and brought her over to our side. So Leni needed to move on, and start on another project.

Dana was so happy with her new life. She was going to school too, and working as a waitress at the Italian place we ate at the first time that she went out as a girl. I don't know if it was irony, or if she just liked that place so much that she wanted to work there.

But all that mattered is that she was happy. Susan and I were happy together too, and Leni had a lead on a new boy. So as hard as it was to believe six months ago, it was one big happy ending for all of us girls.

Bonnie

(P.S. Leni never did tell me exactly what she had done to Joey. Some day, I'd have to find that out from her! It might come in handy one day, if I ever need to turn a man into a woman for some reason...)

  

  

  

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