Frenzy

Janet L. Stickney
Janetlynn17@Hotmail.com

 

The cast :

Julia Manchester:	boy becoming girl
Diane Sutton:	The first boy/girl Julia meets
Pickles:	Julia's father
Piper:	Julia's mother
Kim (Kim Em):	Diane's Mother
Janet Stickney:	Runs Charm school

        Note: All characters are well known writers or supporters of the TG community, and all have given their permission to appear in this tale. My thanks to all of them!

 

The light misty rain had ruined my plans, and as I stood there looking out the windows, I sighed deeply and turned away. I looked better than I ever had, spending almost two hours getting ready, then the rain started. I had a small waist which made my hips look bigger, my hair was in a ponytail exposing the small earrings, while my blouse fit snugly over my fake boobs and the short skirt exposed my legs from mid thigh down. Crushed, I went back in my room to look once again in the mirror, then I started to get undressed. I knew that boys weren't supposed to dress as girls, only I couldn't help myself. In my past, I had found an old corset that mom must have used when she was my age, a well used panty girdle, and a bra that was a size 34 A. I had hidden them in my room, trying them on once in a while, when I had the chance. The corset had laces up the back, and after experimenting some, I was able to make my waist smaller, like a girls. Of course, mom had caught me a few times, once wearing the panty girdle and bra, another time wearing just panties and makeup. That really made her mad, so I always made sure that I was alone before I tried it again.

I took off all the clothes and went in the bath still wearing the bra, corset and panties, with full makeup and my hair in a ponytail. Removing the earrings, I was reaching for the wash cloth when the door opened. I couldn't help it, I turned and saw my dad standing there. There was not one thing I could do as I watched him turn a bright red, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"I thought your mother told you to quit getting into her clothes! Yet here you are, all dolled up again!"

"Reaching to turn the tap on…"

"I think it's time that you learned a lesson young man! Put that wash cloth down, then I want you to get yourself dressed exactly as you were when we were gone. I'll be waiting in the living room, and since you seem to like it so much, I'll expect to see you all dolled up!"

With that he turned and stormed away, leaving me gasping in horror, wondering what he was going to do! What I did know was the failure to do as he told me would certainly be worse than if I did show up dressed as a girl! With a heart filled with dread I went back in my bedroom and dug out the clothes I had just taken off. Dad had not seen me wearing them so he didn't know what I wore, and as I looked in the small suitcase, I saw the dress. It was a knee length sheath with a round neck and short sleeves, a much better choice if I was going to let dad see me, so I took it out, saw the wrinkles, and quickly plugged in my iron. While I waited for it to heat up I put the earrings back on, drew the laces on the corset a bit tighter, and made sure my pantyhose was snug. Once I had the dress on I touched up my lipstick and stood staring at my reflection. I was dead anyway, so I used some of mom's perfume before I stepped into my only heels. Then I faced the door for a moment before I yanked it open and stepped out.

The longer I stood there the more I feared what was going to happen next, but I had always been told to "get it over with as quickly as possible, it hurts less", so I took that first step into oblivion. My shoes made no noise on the carpet, so I was able to walk right to the doorway without detection. Glancing inside, I saw my parents standing there waiting. Mom saw me and said…

"Come on in honey, let's see what you look like."

Mom didn't look surprised, but my dad's face went blank for just a moment, then he turned red again. I stood there with my hands folded in front of me, unsure what they wanted me to do.

"It looks like you have mastered the art of becoming a girl! You look very nice dear!"

"He looks like a…a…."

"Girl?" mom asked quietly.

"Yes! A damned girl! My son the girl!" Then, with grit in his voice, "You do remember that I warned you about this before, so just what are we going to do with you! It seems that no matter what we say, you insist on playing dress up! You're 15 years old and should know better!"

"Maybe" mom said softly, "what he needs is a more unique punishment!"

"In my book he's grounded for life! No dates, no job, nothing but school!"

"Oh I think we can do better than that! Besides, leaving him home alone all the time will only encourage him to play dress up more often! Nooo…I was thinking that since he likes dressing up as a girl, then we should let him!"

"What!?" dad sounded exasperated.

"What I mean is, maybe if we had him dress up as a girl whenever he wasn't in school, then he would get a taste of what it's really like to be a girl!"

I was so shocked that I just stood there, while dad's face slowly began to turn into a grin; that's when I realized that I was in so far over my head that I was about to faint! Mom just stood there a moment, then came over and took me by the hand, leading me back to my bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

"You didn't plan on that solution did you?"

"Mooom! I can't! What if someone sees me! I only…this was just a game…I wanted to see how…"

"Your excuses won't work any more honey, not after the number of times we've caught you; In fact, I'm beginning to think that you probably believe that you actually want to be a girl, and given the way you look right now, I think I'm right! If you didn't look so nice, maybe, but you have obviously figured out how to have a very nice figure, and your makeup is almost perfect! That's why I don't believe you! Now then, tell me, what do you call yourself?"

It didn't look like mom was going to budge one inch, and I knew from long experience that arguing with her usually made things worse, so with a sigh…"Julia" I told her.

"That's a very nice name honey! It suits you!"

"Mom…do I have to do this? I mean…the guys…dad will…"

"The answer is yes, you have to do this. How long is up to you. The more you fight us on this the longer you'll find yourself in dresses! Now, I will help you by buying you a few things, but I will expect to see Julia every day when I get home; if I don't, I'm sure that we can find some very interesting ways to get your attention, but what I want to know right now, is do you know what sizes you wear?"

Under her stern gaze, I told her what I knew, then she said she noticed that I was using that old corset of hers to make my waist smaller. She didn't say anything for a moment, then told me to follow her, which I did, right into her bedroom. She held a purse for me and pointed at the door.

"Think of this as the first test of your ability to look like a girl, or not, but either way, you and I are going shopping, so take the purse!" When I hesitated…"You can come with me willingly or not, but you are going to come with me and help me pick out a few things that you'll need! Now take the purse!" I took it, then she added…"Julia, come over here for a minute." When I stood there next to her, "now, take a good look at yourself and tell me that anyone would know who you are! You’re able to become a very pretty girl, and I promise, I won't let anyone bother you, okay?"

"Do I have to go mom? I mean, I've never…"

"Then it's time you started, because given the way you look, I'll bet you were ready to try it on your own anyway, so quit complaining before you make me mad!"

Dad watched us walk out the door together, a sour look on his face, one of fear on mine. Thankfully there wasn't anyone out, so I was able to get in the car without being seen, but at the mall, when mom parked the car, I saw several kids that I knew walking in, and froze right in place for a moment, but when mom started for the door, I quickly caught up to her; then I told her that I had seen some kids from school going in! She didn't even pause to listen! Following her, we went into a department store, found the lingerie department, and as I merely watched, mom handed me two more bras, a couple of packages of panties, two short slips and a nightgown before she moved to panty briefs and corsets. With practiced ease, she rifled through them, found what she wanted, and handed them to me. Laden with lingerie, mom and I went to the counter, she paid the bill, then toting the bags, we went down one floor to the Juniors department.

Three skirts, two dresses and several blouses later, she dragged me to the shoe department where I was fitted for another pair of heels and two pairs of flats. I was exhausted from all the stress, and was grateful when mom said it was time to go home, only that's when a girl sat down next to me; it was a girl I knew from school!

"Isn't buying shoes a really fun thing?" she asked me with a giggle.

"Yeah, fun" I said as I stood up.

"Bye" she said, and I followed mom out of the store.

"See! That wasn't so bad was it? Even that girl thought you were a girl!"

I didn't say anything until I saw them standing around the front of the store.

"Mom?"

"I see them. Just stay with me, act like you belong here, and everything will be okay!"

But it wasn't okay. My friend Tom recognized mom and started to say something, then he saw me. I saw his eyes widen, then he smiled, said "hello" and walked away. Mom thought everything was fine until we were in the car and I told her that Tom had recognized me! Mom didn't plan on that, but I was the one in the hot seat, and while she apologized for it, it was done, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. When we got home and dad saw the bags, he wanted to know what we bought, so mom told him.

"Julia has to have more than one thing to wear! She'll start smelling after a few days in the same underwear, and the only shoes she had were those heels! Now, quit complaining! After all, we are the ones that demanded she dress as a girl, so what did you expect?"

"Did anyone recognize him?"

"Tom, was there. I think that he recognized me, saw Julia, and added it up. Why?"

"Then the cat is out of the bag isn't it?! He'll tell the rest of your friends, and…"

"Maybe not honey, not by the look on his face he won't, at least not until he makes sure it's true anyway!"

"Does…does this mean that I don't have to…"

"No!" dad said harshly, "you're the one that wanted to dress like a girl, so you'll just have to live with it! If Tom does come over, maybe you should just tell him the truth; maybe he'll understand your wanting to be a girl. Maybe he thinks you're cute or something!"

"That's enough of that" mom said, then…"go put everything away Julia. Maybe you should change into that pink and white skirt with the blouse to match, and maybe let your hair down. Go!"

I went to my room, put everything away, then changed into the skirt and white top mom mentioned, the one with the vee neck. What I really wanted to do was run away, but that was out of the question, so as I looked in the mirror again, I swallowed hard and took out the scrunchee holding my hair in place, Using the brush, I did my best to make my hair look okay, then started back down the stairs. The short skirt was well above my knees, making me, if possible, even more acutely aware of the way I looked. I almost made it to the kitchen when the doorbell rang, and fearing the worst, I ran into the kitchen and stayed there, out of sight.

"Julia!" dad yelled out, "it's for you!"

When I did not respond, mom came in to get me. "You might as well face him now, because if you wait, there's no telling what he might think, or do!"

"Do I have to" I wailed…."he's my friend! He'll think I'm a freak, or really weird!"

"Come on honey, I'll go with you. We'll explain it to him together, okay?"

With no choice in the matter, mom put her arm around me, and gently, but firmly, moved me towards the doorway. Then I saw him standing there. Shuddering in humiliation, ashamed that he was seeing me that way, I barely looked up, but when I did, I saw Tom looking me over from head to toe, then…

"Thomas, this is Julia."

"Why are you dressed up like a girl!?" He blurted out.

"Julia did something" mom told him, "that she shouldn't have, and we decided that she should spend a little time as a girl, just to see how it feels; but I think she turned out quite pretty, don't you?"

"Yeah, but…"

"That means" dad told him, "that Julia will be here every day after school until we say otherwise, but…"

"But, we will not allow her to be abused by her friends. Am I making myself clear Thomas?"

"Yes Ma'am, but…"

"No but's Thomas. As long as Julia is here, you will treat her as you would any other girl, okay?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Okay then, as long as we understand each other. Why don't you and Julia go sit on the patio? I'm sure that you have some questions, and maybe she will be able to answer them for you. If not, I can."

Against my better judgment, and using all of my nerve so that I wouldn't start crying, or run to my room, I walked towards the back door, still humiliated, certain that Tom would never talk to me again. Once we reached the patio, Tom and I stood facing each other, then I saw him grinning!

"Something funny? Do I look all that bad?"

"Hell no! If anything, you look pretty good! When I saw you in the mall I didn't know who you were, until I saw your mom that is, and even then I wasn't real sure, until you did that thing you do with your lip! That's when I knew it was you! But why are your parents making you dress like a girl anyway? You must have really screwed up big time!"

"Yeah, I screwed up really bad" I told him, "and since mom had warned me several times before, they decided that since girls don't usually do what I did, and get into trouble for it anyway, that I should dress this way for a while! Then they told me I have to change into clothes like these every day after school until they tell me to stop, but when mom went out and bought all that stuff today, I figure they…"

"So you don't know how long this is going to last!?" I shook my head no. "Maybe… can you go somewhere? Will they let you leave the house?"

"No chance Tom! I'm not going anywhere like this!"

"But why not? You went to the mall!"

"Yeah, with my mom, and I didn't have a choice!"

"Okay, but if you change your mind…"

"Don't worry, I won't!"

"I always wondered what a guy would look like all dressed up like a girl, and now I know!"

"Yeah! But it's me!"

"True, but just looking at you, I can't see what the problem is! I mean, I almost didn't recognize you, and I've known you almost forever, and I'll bet nobody else would recognize you either!"

"No!"

"Okay…Julia. I'll see you later then, okay?"

"Sure, but don't tell anyone, I'll be dead if they found out!"

"I won't, and like I said, I don't think anyone would believe me anyway! Gotta go Julia, see you later!"

If I trusted anyone, it was Tom, but news, like me wearing a skirt, would be a tempting tidbit that he might find to overwhelming to keep to himself, and that thought once again brought the waves of dread. I sat there a while wondering just how far my parents would take this. I mean, sure, I liked to dress up, and I'll even admit that I liked the clothes mom bought for me, but I never thought that anyone would see me, let alone my best friend! When I told him why my parents were making me do this, I was truthful but vague, so that mom couldn't check and find out that I lied to him. When I told him "since girls don't usually do what I did, and get into trouble for it anyway", that was true, because girls did not get into trouble for dressing as girls. With a sigh, I wondered if Tom could keep the secret, or would I become the laughing stock in school.

"Julia! Dinner!"

As I sat down for dinner, I swept my skirt from the chair and sat down. I just about had food in my mouth when mom said…

"Tom thinks you're quite cute. Did you know that?"

"So?" I said sullenly, "he also likes Naomi, and she's no winner either!"

"That's one more week Julia" dad said quietly.

"One more week?"

"Every time you find it easy to criticize someone else, don't follow the rules, disobey us, talk back, or don't do your chores, the time you will spend wearing skirts will be increased! Right now you are up to five weeks, so unless you want us to extend your time, we'll expect you to become a perfect young lady!"

"Fi…five weeks?! But I thought…"

"I'm sure" dad said, "that you thought we might relent after Tom saw you today, but we did tell you that you would be spending some time wearing skirts, and we see no reason to rescind that! If we did, what would you learn from our inability, or lack of will to enforce the rules? Five more weeks, and if you don't want it to be longer, then all you have to do is obey us, be polite to people, and quit commenting on other people, especially other girls!"

Swallowing hard, I realized that my birthday would come just about five weeks from then! But risking more time in a skirt wasn't worth asking what they had in mind, so I kept my mouth shut, or I might be wearing a party dress at my own birthday party! As I cleaned the table later, it hit me. I had always wanted to be a girl, only my inbred fear of discovery holding me back from admitting that, but there I was, all dressed up! If I wanted to keep dressing as a girl, all I would have to do is get into trouble once in a while, and voila! I would be wearing skirts for a very long time! On the other hand, the longer I wore skirts, the more mom would have me outside, either shopping or something else. I was sure of that much. I went to my room to play on the computer, and had just started a game when mom came in and shut the door.

"You seem to know a lot about being a girl. Watching you today, I saw the way you walked and used your arms and hands, then of course the way you swept your skirt out from under you before you sat at the table. I also saw the way Tom looked at you honey, and I'm wondering how long it will be before he comes back to see Julia, not the old you!"

"I'm not like that mom!"

"And of course" mom went on as if I had said nothing, "just one more penalty and you'll have to face the family like this, won't you?"

"Mooommm! Do I have to? I mean, Uncle Greg is…you know how he is! He thinks that anyone that isn't male, white, over twenty one and owns a rifle isn't worth spit! What's he going to say?"

"Nothing at all, because if that happens, your father will make it clear that we won't tolerate it!"

"But everyone will be here! They'll all see me! Mooommm!"

"Lets cut the crap Julia, shall we? We both know that you have been dressing up as a girl for as long as, well, as long as I can remember, which tells me that this is exactly what you wanted! That means the only thing holding you back is whatever it is that's scaring you! But you look very nice as a girl, and as long as you don't allow yourself to become just a boy in a dress, then I fail to see how anyone would know, unless you tell them! I can't criticize you for wanting to dress this way, but I can make sure that you behave as a proper young lady would, and that's exactly what I plan on doing!" Standing up, "wash up carefully and put your nightgown on. Then you can have an hour on the computer before bedtime." Kissing me on the forehead, she left the room.

I didn't have school on Sunday, but I did have to go to church, which was what I was worried about. My parents always went to the late service, and if they were making me dress as a girl whenever I wasn't in school, then it was a safe bet, a virtually sure thing, that they would make me attend as Julia, which would let everyone we knew see me. I lay there in bed thinking about what mom had said. That I must want to be a girl, or I wouldn't have dressed up for so long, and that, combined with what I knew my own desires were, I knew what I had to do. It was one of those magical moments, we sometimes have. If I had to dress as a girl and expose myself to everyone, then I was damned well going to do my very best, regardless of whatever else happened. My dressing up was already out of the bag since Tom knew, so I was more than positive that my best bet was to actually be as feminine as I could manage. If I flopped, it sure wouldn't be because I didn't try, and better, I still had the excuse of it being punishment! I lay there smiling to myself, hoping that the next morning I could do in person what I had only dreamed of in the past. As I drifted off to sleep, I had a vision of myself as a girl everyone had always known.

During breakfast mom casually told me to wear the flowered dress I would find in the closet, and when I was done eating, told me to go get ready for church. I had plenty of time, so I filled the tub, climbed in, and started shaving every inch of my skin that I could reach, then used a skin lotion before I went back in my room to get dressed. I put out the same bra, clean panties, pantyhose, the corset, and the dress, but couldn't resist running my hands over my silky soft skin one last time before I put the panties on. I went back in the bath and did my makeup, using only enough foundation to cover my face, with powder over that. Pale green eye shadow, brown eyeliner and pencil to outline my eyes, and a touch of mascara to darken my eyelashes, then I reached for the blusher. Getting dressed was easy enough, and as I stepped into the white heels, mom came in with a blow dryer in her hand. She knew that something was different, some new aura around me, yet did my hair while I watched in the mirror without saying a word. She did it so that my hair fell around my face in a casual sort of way, then brushed out some bangs and used scissors to trim them. When she was done, she touched my shoulder.

"You've decided to go for it, haven't you?"

"Go for what?" I asked in an innocent voice.

"You've decided that you can no longer pretend that we're making you do this, I can tell." I looked at he quizzically. "You spent a lot of time in the bath this morning, your makeup is perfect, and your skin is soft and smooth to the touch, and hairless to boot! You had hair on your arms yesterday, now you don't, so the only conclusion I can come to is that you have simply decided to quit fighting it and be the girl you obviously want to be! Am I right? Is that why you look…contented?"

Looking at her…"You won't tell dad?"

Mom shook her head no. "Not unless or until it becomes obvious, but sooner or later he'll find out anyway, but for now, we can keep it between us. Okay?

"I never could compete with the guys at school mom, and we both know that I'm unlikely to get much bigger than this mom, and after Tom saw me, well, I knew that I had to do something! I figured that you would make me go to church as a girl this morning, so I decided that I might as well do my best! Everyone is going to see me or hear about me doing this anyway, so yes. I have decided to be the girl that I always thought I was, and when everyone sees me, especially like this, they will also know that I want to be a girl! Mom, I just can't fake it any more! Once we went to the mall, I knew it then, but…"

"But now you can't or won't give it up?" I agreed with a nod of my head. "Then we'll just have to see to it that you get your wish then, won't we?"

Mom walked out of the room without explaining herself, leaving me alone to add the earrings, perfume, and lipstick. Taking one last look, I grabbed the white purse and walked out of my room. I looked good and I knew it, and mom was right. I had decided not to fight it. If my parents wanted me to be a girl, and I wanted to be a girl, then I would become a girl! It was easy once I came to that conclusion, and it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. My one and only concern was school, but if I looked good enough, then nobody would know about Julia when I went to school on Monday! My reasoning seemed to be sound, and because I had taken every opportunity to look as feminine as possible, I felt as if I could do it. As I walked into the living room, my dad saw me, then stood up, something he only did for women.

"Wow! You look fantastic! I didn't expect…what I mean is…"

"It's okay dad, I understand."

I did not mention to dad why I looked the way I did, nor did I explain my seemingly total lack of fear. I simply sat on the couch, crossed my legs, and waited for mom. As always, she looked dreamy in a powder blue suit that had an A-line skirt. Mom had good legs, and she wasn't above showing them off when she had the chance. She looked me over, then we went to the car then church. I don't know what mom was thinking by the way she looked at me, but she didn't say a word, not even when I got out of the car first. I held my small clutch bag like mom did, and joined them as we filed inside. No heads turned when we walked in, so I figured I was okay, but as the service was coming to an end, the Reverend mentioned that he saw several new faces in the crowd, and asked us to stand up. What was I going to do? When it was my turn, I stood up, then…

"Julia Manchester" I said quietly, but of course every head in the place was looking right at me! I sat down, the service ended, and we joined the throng of people leaving. The Pastor was standing just outside the door, and when we approached, he took my hands in his and smiled.

"It's so nice to have you here today my dear, you brightened up the entire service!"

"Thank you" I said softly, knowing I was blushing.

"Julia will be staying with us for a while you know" mom said, "so I'm sure that you'll see her again."

The Pastor and dad shook hands, and we started for the car and the ritual brunch, but…

"Julia! Hey! Julia!"

Turning I saw Tom and his parents standing by their car. When Tom called my name, he and his parents walked our way. I suddenly grabbed dad's hand and stood there waiting. When they got close…

"Hi!" mom said, "I don't think you've met Julia?"

"Tom told us all about you my dear!" At least his mom sounded pleasant.

"Hello Jeremy. I didn't think that you would…"

"This is Julia" dad said interrupting him, "not Jeremy!"

"But Tom said that…"

"That was then, this is now" mom said, "and we have certainly have some issues to work out, but this is," she said stressing the word "is", Julia, and that's how we expect people to treat her!"

"We were on our way" dad said, "to get something to eat. Maybe you would like to join us?"

"I can't" Tom's dad said, I have a plane to catch."

"But we can" his mom said lightly, "if you can take us home?"

"Certainly!"

Tom's dad was clearly unhappy, but he did not stop them from joining us, and we all got in dad's car for the drive to the restaurant. I was just about over being tense as I was consumed with the need to actually become the girl I knew I really was. That's why I found myself starting to talk like a girl, using a softer but more feminine, questioning voice. Tom reacted like most guys would I think, and didn't do anything but smile. It was during brunch that mom explained why I was dressed as a girl, then dropped the bombshell.

"Julia has always been with us I guess, but we recently had an incident which led to Julia being here with us today. As you can see, she is quite the young lady, and given how much she wants to stay with us, we might just let her do just that!"

"You mean to tell me that Jeremy has been dressing up as a girl all along!?" Tom's mother sounded stunned.

"It's not that uncommon" mom told her, "certainly not rare, but yes. That's why we are considering letting Julia stay with us for a while. We also have to think about school, her safety is first of course, but after that…"

"I've heard of boys that wanted to be girls of course, and while I've never met one before, Julia seems to be a very nice young lady, and cute too!"

All I could do was sit there and listen, hearing things mom had not told me! Tom, sat next to me silently but still smiling, not at all an unpleasant result of the news mom had just dropped on us. After that we dropped into general chatter, then it was time to go. We dropped off Tom and his mother, then went home. In my room I was just about to start undressing when both mom and dad came into my room. Dad sat on the bed while mom unzipped my dress.

"Your mother has made a decision without first checking with me, and however much I don't like it, about all I can do is support her decision! That said, and since it does seem that you are making every attempt to be this girl you say you are, I am going to have to insist on a few things right off. But first, I want to say that I am not, repeat not, in favor of you dressing up as a girl! Making you dress up as a way to get your attention, fine, but this! I did not raise you to be anything but a boy, and for the life of me, I cannot understand this…this… fascination you have with being a girl! Even though you seem to be doing it very well, I still do not like it one bit, and I have half a mind to make you change into your own clothes and stop this foolishness! But your mother has not only said it was okay, but has gone out and bought you more clothes, including the dress you have on! So what am I to do? If I make you angry, okay then; but I cannot have you both angry at me, not at the same time anyway, so I guess I'm stuck with this…this…charade! Is this really what you want for yourself? To be a girl? Do you have any idea what this means, to you? To us?" I didn't say a word, not knowing what he was going to do or say next. "As it is, and your mother has made it impossible for me to go against her, it looks like I have no choice but to let you keep dressing up, and since that's the case, one of the things that I think I'm going to have to insist on, is that you continue being as much as girl as you seem to be right now! As far as school goes, I an sorely tempted to make you go just as you are, but we cannot do that until I am positive that you'll be safe!" Dad stood up, confused, and certainly a little angry, glaring at mom and I before he said, "You better get changed, because I'm sure that Tom will stop by. For some reason he seems very taken with you!"

Mom watched as I undressed, and when she saw that I did not have any bulges, like a guy would, she came right out and asked me how I did it. I lowered my panties so she could see the two bits of tape I had used to hold myself down.

"That has to be painful, doing that to yourself! Wear the shorts and a top. Maybe it's time we had another talk."

I quickly put on the shorts and a top, my ankle socks and gym shoes, then went downstairs, finding mom on the patio with dad. Dad looked up, then waved to a chair.

"Your mother has told me that they make things that would allow you to look more like a girl than I thought possible, so we have decided that as soon as possible, she will get them for you. We are about to test not only your abilities to look and act like a girl, we have decided that since you seem to want this so badly, we are going to send you back to school in the fall as a girl. I just talked to the Principal on the phone, and she tells me that as long as you fit in, she will allow it, only you will not be allowed to participate in gym classes or anything like that. She has offered to let you join the aerobics group instead, which sounds okay to me. Since the school is private, she can impose rules as she sees fit, which means you're going to return to school as a girl. The rest will be up to you. If you can manage it, then you won't have any trouble, will you? We'll let you finish the year as a part time girl, but starting as soon as school lets out for the summer, we'll expect you to become a girl every day, no matter what happens! Is all that clear?" I nodded my head, stunned beyond words, then… "isn't it your turn to wash the car? Inside and out by the way."

I was, once again both terrified and elated. Dad was going to have mom make me look more like a girl, which could only mean breast forms to replace my home made ones, probably a haircut and getting my nails done, but then it would be up to me! I was going to find myself in school, as a girl, and it was going to be up to me to find a way to get by! Getting up, I went into the garage, grabbed the bucket, brush and soap, and went to start washing the car. It gave me time to consider what had just happened. Regardless of what dad said, if he wanted to, he could make me stop virtually instantly; I already knew that mom, while helping me also didn't like me wearing skirts, so I couldn't figure out what was going on! If they were both against it, why were they insisting that I start school as a girl? Dad assumed that I had an interest in Tom, but I didn't. He was my friend, and that's all. I didn't even think about boys, not like dad was thinking anyway! But the reality was that no matter how hard I tried to dismiss it, the possibility of having to deal with boys started looming large in my mind.

If mom knew that what I was doing wasn't "uncommon" that could only mean that she had done some research, which led me to believe that they were testing me! If I balked at the idea of becoming a female student, then they would have me back as a boy very quickly; if I didn't, and simply did my best…well, I wasn't sure what they would do, especially if I did manage to succeed. Maybe they would let me continue living as a girl, since becoming a boy again would really upset the school! Slopping soapy water on the hood, I started to wash the car, getting myself wet in the process of course, which made my tee stick to me. I was blithely unaware that my wet tee was making the shirt almost transparent, revealing my bra; not until I was done anyway, when mom came out and mentioned it. I went in and changed, finished washing the car, then went to my room. It was time for a computer search.

The number of sites about boys that wanted to dress like girls was huge, then I stumbled on a site for my state, with plenty of links and email addresses, but better, pictures! A scanned through the pictures, then saw one that had a smallish bio under it. She was from the town where I lived! Her name was Diane Sutton, and she looked better than a lot of girls that I personally knew! I quickly sent her an email, telling her that we lived in the same town, and cautiously added what school I attended. When I hit the send button my heart stopped as I wondered if I had done the right thing. I found sites that sold anything and everything I would need, bookmarked them, and carefully read everything, but just finding out that I wasn't the only boy in my town that wanted to be a girl was exhilarating, and I saved her picture. Diane looked about my age, with long brown hair and blue eyes and a great figure. I wondered if I would ever meet her.

On Monday morning I was myself again when I left for school, and to my great surprise I felt really strange wearing jeans and a shirt. It was as if just two days as a girl had completely changed me! I felt awkward and out of place, but hung in there, just like I always did. I saw Tom twice, but he only waved. That afternoon before I changed clothes, I checked my email, and there it was! An answer! Diane went to the same school I did, but she would not tell me her real name, only her age, which was the same as mine. I was on cloud nine as I looked at the picture she had sent me, saving it to disk. I changed, put on some makeup, the raced to find the camera. I didn't own one picture of myself as a girl, and was hoping that mom would take some for me. I made sure that I looked as good as I did at church, and the minute mom got home, I asked her.

"You know, I think that's a wonderful idea! We'll be able to keep track of your progress, if there is any!"

Mom took about thirty pictures, both inside and out of the house, then handed me the camera. I ran to my room and downloaded the pictures, carefully examining each one. Picking the best one, I immediately sent one to Diane, with a short bio of my own. Dad still hated the idea of me dressing as a girl, and during dinner he made no secret of it. There wasn't one thing I could do about it though, stuck between his edict that I do it, and his equally firm statement that he didn't like it. I think mom was torn between having me to play dress up with, like a big doll or something, and her less than avid support. She bought the clothes, had told me she understood why I liked it, but I think that was all bluff and fluff. The fact that she knew a place that sold things that would make me look more like a girl aside, I'm sure that she would have been quite content if I gave it up and started dressing as a boy again. It was my turn, so I did the dishes, then to my room to do homework. The next morning I was back to being a boy again, and once again struggled with those strange feelings I was having. Like I was not dressed correctly. I was in the restroom when I saw it.

I still had some eyeliner on my upper eyelids! It was smeared because I thought I had washed up pretty good, but there it was! I quickly washed it off, then went to my next class. I didn't know how many kids had noticed it if any, but some did, probably the girls. They tend to notice everything. As soon as I got home, there was an email from Diane!

"Got your picture! You look just as good as you did in church! I'll find you tomorrow."

That was it! I was about to meet someone just like me! A boy that wanted to be a girl! I changed into a skirt and blouse, did my makeup, put my hair in a ponytail, and went to the kitchen for a soda, but that's when I saw her standing at the front door. Opening the door, I came face to face with Diane!

"Julia?"

"Diane! What are you doing here? I thought…"

"I only live a few blocks away, so I thought I would surprise you!"

"Come in! You look fantastic! How do you…"

"Hello!" I heard mom say from behind me, "Julia? Who's your friend?"

"This is Diane Sutton! She goes to the same school I do, and she also goes to the same church we do!"

"But the only family named Sutton in the church have a…son…! You too? You're telling me that you like to dress as a girl? Just like Julia?"

"My folks are cool with it, as long as I dress like the other girls my age do; When I started doing this more often, mom even bought me some breast forms so that I'll look more natural! You don't mind if I visit Julia do you?"

"No…no of course not. Julia, why don't you and Diane get some sodas and sit out back?"

Diane looked and acted so naturally like a girl that it was hard to imagine her as a boy, but when she told me her real name, I knew why. Glenn was a kind of smallish guy, smart, always on the honor roll, and when I thought about it, I had never seen him with a girl!

"It's nice knowing that you're not the only one, right?" Diane said it sort of in an off hand way.

"Yeah! I was sure that I was the only boy that liked to do this!"

"There are at least four other guys in school that like to dress up, but I've only talked to them by email. So far you're the only one that sent a picture, which is why I recognized you from church. I'll bet that was scary, getting up and saying your name!"

"It was intense, but mom wouldn't let me just sit there, so I didn't have a choice!"

"I saw Tom come talk to you. Does he know?"

"Yeah. He saw me and mom at the mall and figured it out. Then he came here and my mom told him, but she told him not to say anything. He said he wouldn't, but…"

"He told me that he met a girl that he thought was really cute, but not his type; that could only be you Julia!"

"Did he say why I wasn't his type?"

"No, but since he knows that you're not a girl, I can make a guess!"

"That's cool, because for us, boys are a complication we don't need! That's why I only do this on the weekends and sometimes during the week. I never dress up if we have company, family events, holidays, nothing. Can you imagine what would happen if just one person, even family, didn't like it? Or started spreading it around? I wouldn't be able to anything, and my parents might get into trouble!"

"Yeah, but has anyone, a guy, ever come on to you?"

"Twice, but I said no, and they went away. Besides, my parents wouldn't let me go out with some guy, and I won't push it. I've got it made and I know it, so why rock the boat?"

"My parents are talking about sending me to school as a girl."

"Don't! All you'll need is for one person to guess, or maybe suspect, and you'll really get it, and if you can't prove that you're a girl, you might get pounded into the pavement!"

"Where did you get those breast forms? Mom said she would get some for me."

"These aren't breast forms! This is all me!"

"But you said…"

"When I started! But I found this site on the Internet where I could buy pills that would make me a girl! It was easy! I went on line, filled out the form, and bought a huge supply. That was almost ten months ago, and since then I've taken one every day. About two months ago I started to develop, and now…"

"Girls! Dinner!"

Diane and I went in the dining room, but she started for the door when mom told her that she had called, and if she wanted to stay she could, so she did. I was on edge all through dinner because of what she had told me. Glenn always wore baggy clothes, which was the style, but now I knew the reason why! He had boobs! I could hardly wait to be done with dinner so I could ask some more questions, but had to endure sitting there. When dad met Diane, he didn't have any idea that she was like me, until mom told him. I knew he had lots of questions, but he didn't ask even one, and treated Diane very nicely all through dinner. But afterwards, she and I went to my room. I had to know! See! Once the door was shut…

"Can I see? I mean, I'm not…"

"Sure, but they're small right now."

Then Diane raised her top and pulled up her bra, exposing the twin mounds that she had grown. Small, they were still perfect, and I knew immediately that I also wanted to have boobs of my own! Once she straightened out her clothes, she told me that she didn't have one extra hair on her body, and the beginnings of rounder hips.

"I figure that it'll take from now until we graduate for me to develop like I want to, but by then we'll be out of school, I'll be 18, and I can do what I want. Everybody else can lump it after that!"

"Do you're parents know about this?!"

"Not hardly, but I have to be real careful around them. Dad almost caught me the other day; I was about to come out of the shower when he walked in, so I simply stayed in the bath until he left. He would go nuts if he found out. He lets me dress up, and I think he knows that I'll be a girl someday, but…"

"Yeah. I know what you mean!"

"Want some of the pills" Diane asked me right out of the blue. "I've got plenty of them!"

What a stupid question that was! Of course I wanted them! She and I made the arrangements for me to get them at school the next day, with a strict warning not to tell anyone. She also stressed that dressing as a girl during the week at home, or maybe on the weekends was the only way for us, and I agreed. After she left for home, I asked mom to talk. That's when I told her what Diane said, about dressing, and why it wasn't a good idea for me to attend school as a girl. I also told her for the first time, that I wanted to be able to dress up at home and on the weekends, because someday, I was going to be a real girl.

"I'm sure that's the best course, and I'm sure that you feel this way, but lets take one thing at a time shall we? Tell me, is Diane going to be at church on Sunday?" I shrugged my shoulders, because I didn't know. "It doesn't matter, but I think I'll have to talk to her mother, because it seems we both have special daughters. You better do your homework and go to bed."

Believe me, it wasn't easy to lay there and imagine that I had boobs, I had always wanted them, and now it looked like I might just get them! If it took Diane almost a year to get what she has, then it seemed probable that I would be almost out of school before I had to worry about showing, and I would be 18 nine days before I graduated! Just thinking about it gave me the shivers, and I had a very hard time sleeping that night. The next day Glenn gave me a bottle of pills which I stashed in my knapsack. As eager as I was to take one, I waited until I got home that afternoon, then I hid the bottle. Over dinner, mom told dad that she thought it was better if I only dressed up on the weekends or during the week, which, according to her, meant that if you counted the days of my "punishment" I would be dressing up for almost 18 weeks, since she did not count anything but weekends! I heard that and almost jumped and kissed her, but held my place, waiting to see what dad would say.

"Of course, we will eliminate special events, like his birthday, family outings and the like. Right now I'm not sure about vacations, so lets just say that we will have Julia around for a long time and leave it at that!"

"I suppose" dad said sourly, "but we'll make the decisions of what counts and what doesn't. I'll not have my son dressed like that if we have to go somewhere special!"

We all looked at each other, then mom and I both nodded our heads in agreement. After that, I would become Julia about three times a week and always on the weekends, and I kept taking those pills. As the days went by I became adroit at doing makeup and hair, and had even done my nails a few times. To his credit, Tom never mentioned my…hobby, but the whispers were beginning. The smell of perfume was hard to get off, and then there were those outings mom and I made. Church of course, shopping and the like, dinner out a few times, all put me in jeopardy. Several times I had seen classmates while we were out, and I know they saw me, but nobody said a word. Only the whispers. Summer vacation started five months later, which is when I planned on becoming Julia full time. When I mentioned it, mom was not eager to let me do that, and said no. I could get dressed up three times a week, plus the weekends were still mandatory.

That meant that from Wednesday through Sunday I could be a girl if I took all my days at one time! Since it was Wednesday, I went to my room to change. Checking, there were no visible signs that the pills were working, but I was sure they would, even if it took ten months to begin. I changed into my shorts and a top, put my hair up and did a little makeup, then told mom I was going to walk over to Diane's.

"Why not call first? Make sure that she's home?"

When I called, it was clear that Diane was under a lot of stress, and said that she would call me later that day, so after I hung up, mom told me to clean my room and straighten up my clothes. Since I had always kept my girl stuff in a box, I decided that it was time to remedy that, and emptied out my dresser. I folded and put away all of Julia's things using the two bottom drawers, the other two were for my boy stuff. Then I hung up all of my skirts, blouses, and dresses in one place. Moving the furniture was a bit harder, but when I was done, all of my boy trophies, pictures and stuff were gone. When mom came in and saw what I had done, all she said was one word. "Paint?" That how my room became a medium blue color with white trim. It wasn't exactly feminine, but it wasn't all that masculine either, and beat that ugly cowboy wallpaper I had lived with! Mom also changed the bedding to a blue and white motif, which suited me just fine.

When Diane called later that same day, she said that she would be over, so I waited for her to arrive, wondering what made her so upset. When she got there I grabbed some sodas, then we went out back and sat at the table.

"What's going on? You sounded…tense!"

"My mom saw my boobs and freaked out! Then she made me strip and saw the rest!"

"So…what now?"

"I don't know yet, but she was pissed, that much is for sure!"

"They weren't that big when I saw them, and you didn't have any trouble hiding them, so what's the big deal?"

"They got bigger Julia, a lot bigger! I'm over an A cup right now, and there's no telling when they'll stop growing! My butt and hips are way bigger too, that and the fact that I was hairless like a girl really set her off."

"But she let you come over here, so…?

"She told me that she didn't think there was any way I could hide things when we get back to school, especially if I keep getting bigger, so she told me that starting today, I'll be Diane full time. She didn't say it, but I think she and dad will send me to an all girls school in the fall!"

"That doesn't sound so bad, being able to be a girl full time I mean."

"I guess, but my dad doesn't know yet, and I can only imagine what he's going to do!" There was a long pause, then…"Have you started to develop yet?"

"Nope, but I'm beginning to lose body hair in a few places."

"I should have waited until now to start taking those pills Julia! That way I would be out of school before all this happened!"

Just then we heard the sliding of the patio door, looked up, and saw both of our mothers standing there, and neither of them looked at all happy.

"You girls have both been taking hormones, haven't you? I know that Diane has, and I want the truth Julia Ann Marie Manchester, and I want it right this instant!" Looking at mom and seeing in her eyes that she already knew, I nodded my head yes. "How much, and how often?"

"Two and a half mg once a day" I told her ruefully, "for the last five months".

"I see! You are grounded until we talk about this Julia, and I want to see for myself what's happening to you! I understand that Diane is almost fully developed now, but I suppose you know that too!"

"Diane's father and I don't see that we have any choice but to start her in an all girls school in the fall Piper, and maybe you should think about that for Julia as well. It does seem that we now have daughters whether we wanted them or not, and believe me, we know just the place for them!"

Diane was escorted out by her mother while I was dragged to my bedroom and forced to undress. Mom did a very thorough check, squeezing my breasts a little, noting my almost hairless body, and slightly smaller member.

"Well, now you've done it haven't you?! We allowed you to dress up, virtually full time, and you go and do this to yourself!"

"But other than lose some body hair, nothing has happened!"

"No? You think not? You're about a AA cup right now, and you'll be a full A very soon if I don't miss my guess, and your hips are a bit rounder, fuller right now! Not much, but if I can see it anyone can! Julia, you know that your father is going to be furious with you don't you?" I nodded my lowered head. "Maybe Kim is right! Maybe we should just send you to an all girls school! That way you won't have any distractions!"

After a moment where I thought I might die, she told me to get dressed, then stormed out of the room, leaving me panting with both fear and anticipation. My dad was going to go ballistic when he found out, and I would be lucky if he only grounded me for life! When I got dressed, instead of shorts, I wore a nice skirt which happened to be short, and my best and tightest top. If nothing else, I wanted to look nice when dad heard the news. Mom saw me when I went down the stairs and motioned for me to sit next to her.

"For you, being a girl is what you always wanted, isn't it?" I said "yes". "That's why you didn't complain when we said that you would be dressing up three days a week and the weekends, isn't it?" Another weak "yes". I suppose I already knew that honey, but taking pills without seeing a doctor? Don't you know that's dangerous? Tell me, how many more do you have?"

"Lots. Almost a full years supply."

"Don't leave the house, and go fix your hair down. You look better that way, and you'll need to look really good when your father finds out what you've done."

Almost the minute dad walked in the door, mom pulled him aside and told him what I had done, and I'm positive that she told him all about Diane as well. I sat in the familyroom waiting, sweat running down my back like a river, my makeup damp. I heard his footsteps before I saw him, the rage written on his face was undeniable, and I cowered back, afraid of what he might do. He took one step towards me when mom spoke, using his nickname.

"Pickles! Remember, you promised!"

"Yeah, right! Don't hurt the little girl!" Standing back…"I should take your little ass in the garage and let you know what I think of this, but you're very lucky that I promised your mother that I wouldn't!"

The white in his beard glistened in the light as he easily moved around, pacing as he watched me. Dad had a belly on him, but his agility always amazed me. His eyes never left me as he decided what to say, or do. Then it came, his South Jersey accent more prominent as it always was when he was angry.

"Your mother tells me that you already have breasts! Is that true?" When I didn't say anything…"Answer me dammit!"

"I guess, mom says so."

"Don't you know?" I shook my head no. "Then I can assume that not only are you stupid, you can't even tell when you've grown breasts?"

"No sir. I just didn't…"

"I think" mom said, "that because her breasts have not yet "popped out" so to speak, and the process was so gradual, that she just didn't actually look for them! But she has them, and in my opinion, even if she quit taking those pills, she is about to develop anyway!"

"Be quiet Piper! I don't care about that" dad said with disdain in his voice. "My son, the girl! Now what do we do!? This was supposed to be punishment! Not a chance for him to become a girl!"

"Yes, I know that honey, but it's done now isn't it? Now we have to figure out what to do about school, because by the time summer is over, I'm positive that Julia will have the body most girls her age would have, and if not, then soon after! We just cannot ignore this, because it isn't going to go away! Besides that, if Julia was taking those pills, what does that tell you?"

"You tell me" he said.

"It means that no matter what, we were going to end up with a daughter no matter what we did! It's as plain as day! Julia has always wanted to be a girl, and all our punishment did was confirm what she already knew! That's why she took the pills, and why we don't have any choice but to accept the fact that Julia is here to stay. Now, calm down, take a deep breath, and let's look at this objectively."

"So…you're taking her side in this?"

"There is no side! Julia is part of the family, our child, and is entitled to expect us to protect her! The fact that she wears skirts and not slacks does not make it any less an obligation on our part! Do I like this? No. Do I wish we had done things differently? Yes. But now it's done, isn't it?"

"What about that other one…Diane? Did she put you up to this?"

"No! Dad! It was me! I took those pills on my own!"

Dad stormed away, clenching his fists for a moment, then he stopped at the dining room. "What I should do is get you a buzz cut and make you wear coveralls, but since you obviously want to be a girl so much that you took those pills, and it looks like I cannot stop you, then I'm thinking that you should get every chance to be as feminine as possible! Tomorrow I am going to find you one of those charm schools, which you will attend every day until I say otherwise. Lets see how you do. Who knows? Maybe they'll be able to turn a boy into a girl, but even if they can't, I don't really care! You're about to get every chance I can think of to experience every single thing a girl does, and you're going to prove to me that you're right and I'm wrong." Turning to mom…"There isn't going to be any more discussion Piper. Julia will attend whatever school I pick, and she'll participate in everything they have to offer! Is that clear to both of you?"

I was left sitting there with mom staring at me. All she said was, "Well, you're still alive!" But that was no consolation, my dad had lost all respect for me. At least it seemed that way. That's when the tears started flowing, a torrent that brought on sobs, not because of what he said I had to do, but because of the way he looked at me. Mom left me sitting there crying, walking into the kitchen. I could hear my parents talking as I ran up the stairs and into my room, my first instinct to trash all the clothes, makeup and so on, become a boy again, and hope that dad would forgive me, but as I ripped open the drawers, I just couldn't do it. Falling on the bed face down I cried into my pillow, knowing that mom was right when she told me how dad got his nickname. Pickles they called him, because of the way he got so sour when he was mad. He's had that nickname since high school mom told me.

When my tears finally dried up I was left to face the reality of my situation, torn between what I knew in my heart what I had to become, my love for my father, and my need for his attention. I didn't leave my room for the rest of the night, sleeping badly as I envisioned all sorts of horrible things happening to me. I must have dropped off late, because I was exhausted the next morning. Rather than get all fixed up like I usually did, I wrapped a robe around myself and went to the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the table alone.

"Bad night?" Nodding my head yes, "get some juice and sit down please." When I was seated…"Your father is very angry with you. He always knew, that you wanted to dress up like a girl, and he was just beginning to accept that, but what he cannot accept is the fact that you weren't honest with us! You know how he is, how he views the roles of men and women, and he just cannot accept the fact that any male would willingly become a woman, under any circumstances! He just cannot see you doing any of the things that girls and boys do together, and he hates the very idea that! Taking those pills was very stupid and you know it honey. I think I understand why you did it, but look at what's happening to us!"

"Maybe the doctor can reverse it?"

"Maybe, but what good would that do? Sooner or later you would just take them again anyway, right? And if that's the case, all that would do is postpone all this!"

"He hates me mom. Maybe it would be better if I just left."

"Stop that right this instant! You're not going anywhere! What you are going to do is exactly what we tell you!" Mom leaned forward a bit, put her elbows on the table, then, "In my opinion, the only way out of this for you is if you become the kind of daughter we would have had to start with! That means that you'll have to attend whatever classes your father says, then excel at all of them! Take away all of his doubts about this honey. Work hard at being the girl you want to be, because that's the only way you'll be able to show us that this is what you really want! I think your father can accept you as a girl if what he sees is all girl, not a boy in a dress! Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess. It's all or none."

"Right! And that not only means how you look, but how you act! Now, tell me. Did you get those pills from Diane?" I said that I wouldn't tell, but I was in so deep that anything that would help…I nodded my head yes. "How did she get them?"

"On the Internet" I told mom, there are places you can buy them without a prescription." Pausing… "What I don't get is why she took so long to develop anything, almost ten months, while I'm starting to…get bigger!"

"Diane has a thinner frame honey. She can't weigh more than 125, and her face is longer. You are more…solid, with a rounder face and more meat on your bones. I'm sure that's why those pills acted on you as quick as they did. You simply have more fat to work with!" Pausing, she said, "Go get dressed Julia. We have to take you to the doctor so we can figure out what those pills have already done to you, plus what we can expect later."

After what mom told me, I made sure that I looked as good as possible, then wearing a skirt and top, she and I went to see the doctor. After he heard what I had done, I got it all again from her before she started checking me out. I weighed eight pounds less than before, but she confirmed what mom had said. Even if I quit taking the pills, I would continue to get bigger, at least for a while."

"How big were you in high school?" The doctor asked mom.

"Oh…about a B cup I think, I wore a size six if that helps."

"Since daughters usually tend to develop like their mothers did, in this case, since she has been taking the pills so early in puberty, I'll say that she will probably develop about the same way you did. That's a guess of course, but the averages are on my side. Julia will probably start developing rather rapidly now that she has begun to develop breasts. Her hips also show signs of widening, and the almost total lack of body hair are all signs that Julia is about to become a young lady."

"So, even if we take her off the pills she'll keep growing?"

"Her blood work shows a high level of estrogen in her system, so yes. If she quit taking the pills things will eventually taper off and her normal male hormones would kick in, but all you would end up with is a masculine girl, which I'm sure Julia doesn't want to be, so I'll prescribe the hormones, and I want her in here once a month for a check up. Okay?"

Mom filled the prescription, then she got a call from dad. Listening, I knew what it was about, which was confirmed when she and I went across town to the charm school dad had picked out. It was actually a house, and as we walked in we could hear music coming from another room. We were met by a woman named Janet Stickney. She wasn't that tall, a bit older than mom, with graying hair and brown eyes.

"Hello! Can I help you?"

"Yes. My husband called? About Julia?"

"Oh, yes he did call, and he was quite explicit about what he wanted, and I assured him that we can meet all of Julia's needs."

"That's fine. Is there anything she'll need?"

"A leotard, is all she will need to bring for now. We keep everything else on hand. Can she stay? We can get her started right away since I have another girl starting today." Mom nodded her head yes. "You can pick her up at five, but have her back here at eight in the morning."

I was shown around, not really doing much that day, but after that, my life became nothing but hell. Janet sounded nice, but she made sure that I did everything she told me, even when she had me walking around with a book on my head! She did not allow any padding, so I was a flat chested girl until I started to fill out as month later. The other girl I started with was younger than I was, about twelve, and didn't seem the least bit put off by anything we were asked to do. At home it was only slightly more tolerable than torture, as my dad refused to ask even one question about the school he put me in. I didn't see any of my friends, not even Diane! Mom had me toss out all of my boy clothes, then started buying things she said I would need. Two months after I started the charm school it happened. The explosive growth that everyone said was coming. Almost overnight I developed a breast bigger than an A, a tad smaller than a B cup, and my hips really rounded out!

When it came time to start school again, I was sent to a different school, with my dad's words ringing in my ears.

"Since you have developed so much, we are not going to send you to some expensive girls school! You'll attend, just like before, but as a girl. How you cope with it is entirely up to you, so I hope those classes you've been taking have helped, because this is what you wanted, and now you have it!"

Just two days before school started Tom came over. Everything about me had changed; my hair had been dyed blond, I was wearing blue contacts instead of glasses, and I didn't have an ounce of padding anywhere. When I answered the door, I was wearing a pink tube top, shorts and no bra. By the look on his face when he saw me, he appreciated the changes.

"Julia? You've really changed!"

"Yeah, a little I guess."

"I haven't seen you around for a while. I thought I would stop by and see what's up!"

"I've changed Tom, that's what's up."

"I can see that Julia, and I have to say, you look a lot better."

"There have been a lot of changes Tom, a lot."

"I didn't see you at sign up. You change schools?"

"I'll be going to St. Marks."

"At least your folks didn't send you away, that's something."

I was uneasy around Tom, which was a new sensation for me. The way he looked at me made me feel…sexy I guess, but I thought that I looked like hell. He asked if he could stop by or call once in a while and I said yes, then he left. I was feeling things alien to me, and wasn't sure why. I actually saw Tom as handsome rather than just a friend! I started school, and was accepted as a girl by everyone, although I had to really be careful at all times. After a few weeks I found myself starting to talk like the other girls did, and actually giggling! I never giggled before! Being a girl in school was a lot different that being a guy, that's for sure, and I did my very best to fit in. Like the time all of the girls decided the school policy on skirt length was restrictive. Every girl, and even some of the boys wore mini skirts to school in order to get the rules changed. We did force a small change, and for the first time I felt as if I was one of the girls.

That uneasy frenzy of feelings that washed over me when dad and I had our confrontation began the process that let me feel complete, and while dad hated what I was doing, it was his demands that set me on that early course that led to my becoming a woman. By the time I reached my senior year in high school there was virtually no difference between myself and any other girl, and like so many of them I wasn't thinking about going to far with a guy, so it didn't matter. I went to the proms, most sporting events, and joined several clubs, all while attending the charm school twice a week. Janet always knew that I was a boy, and she went out of her way to make sure I learned what I needed to be a real girl. She and I also had long talks about what I wanted from life. Like a Godmother, she is the one that looked over me, made sure I learned everything I needed to know, and encouraged me to chase my dream as far as it would go.

I did not see Diane again for almost two years, and when I did, I was shocked! She had gone from that demure sweet looking girl I knew to something I barely recognized. Her hair was three colors of blue, spiked, she wore skin tight pants and a next to nothing top! Rings pierced her nose, eyebrows, at least four in each ear, and her makeup was stark and outlandish. We tried to talk, but clearly, she and I had nothing in common. I had become a well dressed young lady, ready for college, while she had rebelled against something, and her change only made it possible to dress like she did.

My dad had finally seen that I had become a young lady, and our relationship became more loving, evidenced by the way he always grilled my dates. The dictionary says that frenzy is a mad, frantic mania, or a turbulent delirious excitement, all of which I experienced in my quest to become a woman. It was a hard road, but I would do it again if I had to, because in this case, the ends justified the means.

 

 

 

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