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

 

I was sitting high in the stands, at the far end, away from everybody else. They were watching the game, while I was watching the girls. Specifically the cheerleaders. They are all pretty, slim and cute, and here I am, doing my best, and managed to look…passable I guess. This is the third time I have come to a game dressed as a girl. I always come late and leave early so I miss the crowds, and I always wear a skirt and blouse with a sweater and flats, bundled in my mothers coat.

It took me a long time to get just this far, and I planned my first outing like an invasion. My folks always go up to our cabin on the weekends, so I had the house to myself. The minute they left I went to my room and began to change. From panties out it took me almost two hours including makeup to get ready. Then came the really hard part. I left the safety of my bedroom, and then the house, scurrying to my car so nobody would see me. The short drive that threatened to corrupt my desire to simply be out of the house, my nerves fraying with every mile. I had to park somewhere in the back of the lot, but all alone, I managed to make it to the game and found a seat all by myself. I stayed put until the game was in the final two minutes, then walked back to my car and then drove home. Three hours. That's how long I was gone. Tonight, with my confidence only slightly better, I planned to go to the drive thru and get a burger before I went home and once again became my own self. That's that part I hate the most. Changing into my boy clothes. Every time I became Janet, even for a short time, it became harder for me to return to being a boy. I had to do it, but I hated it.

I made it to the car and the drive thru, got home on time, but as I pulled into the driveway, I saw my folks car parked there! My heart dropped into my shoes and I sat there for a moment trying to figure a way out of this, some explanation that would work, when I realized that there simply wasn't one. With only one way into the house, I pulled myself out of the car, went to the back door, and cautiously opened the door. I took one step inside, quietly closed the door, and moved to the foyer so I could climb the stairs to my room. I never had a chance. Mom was standing there waiting for me.

"Have a nice time at the game dear?"

"Ummm…"

"Take off your coat and let me see how you look."

I slipped the coat off, hung it in the closet, and stood there, still shaking a bit. Mom looked me over, then, her only comment was about my hair! She told me that my ponytail should have been higher, and a little tighter. Other than that, she did not comment. She did however motion to the familyroom, then pointed at the couch. I sat there with my knees locked together and my hands in my lap, wondering what she was going to do next.

"I knew you were going out dressed this way, Mrs. Benson told me that she always saw a strange girl around after we left, and since you don't have a girlfriend or a sister, that left only one person. You. I arranged it so that your father is at the cabin with some friends this weekend, and does not know about this…hobby of yours. Care to tell me how long this has been going on?"

"Ummm…I…a long time I guess."

"That's what I figured. Now then, tell me what you did tonight."

It took a while to get started, then it all came out in a rush. How I would dress in her clothes as a child, then later, in the few that I bought myself, like a pair of shoes. I told her that I couldn't stay in my room any longer and simply stare into the mirror, so I took the chance and went to that first game, then two others. Tonight I added a drive in window, without any problem. Mom listened to me through the whole thing without a word, then, when I sat there in tears of shame, she came and sat next to me. Her arm around my shoulder did not make the shame go away, but the comfort eased my inner pain a little. She merely held me for a while, then told me to go get ready for bed, and to make sure I washed off the makeup. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, my skirt swaying with every step, my birdseed breastforms bouncing in the cheap bra. It took me only half an hour to get undressed and showered. I slipped into bed wondering just what mom would do. Telling my dad was out of the question. He would tear me limb from limb.

Mom never mentioned it again, but she always made sure I knew when they were leaving, and exactly when they would be back. It was her way of setting a schedule for me, so dad would not catch me dressed as a girl. For almost seven months I enjoyed the freedom her careful scheduling provided, and during this period I had expanded my meager wardrobe on my own, but now and then I would find a package on my bed, usually a blouse, or maybe a skirt, and once, even a package of panties. I knew that they had come from mom, I just didn't know why she was doing that for me. I now had five skirts, two dresses and four blouses. With my growing wardrobe and some hair and makeup hints from mom, I got a little too brave, and had begun to widen the number of places I would go, like the show, and once, the mall. I was driving home from the show when a car pulled up next to me. Sneaking a peek, I saw a bunch of guys I go to school with. The popular ones of course. They didn't recognize me thankfully, but as he tromped down on the gas he lost control, and hit my car! Good, and bad news followed, as a police car was right behind him, and the cop saw everything. My car was all caved in on the front left side, and could not be driven, and I knew I was in trouble. Terrified beyond belief, I sat there with my license and insurance in my hand, hoping the cop would overlook how I was dressed. The kid driving the other car was arrested, an accident report made out, then it was my turn. The cop, an older man, looked at my license, then back at me, smiled, and merely told me someone would take me home. I had a copy of the accident report, damp panties and a whole lot of fear when the cop dropped me off at home. Of course, to cap it all off, my parents had returned home before me, all because of the accident. From merely terrible to catastrophic, my world was caving in on me. The police officer, a woman, patted my hand and told me to be brave. I had no choice but to get out of the police car, and go inside.

Mom saw me first, then dad walked out of the den. His eyes popped open, he stared at me, then he saw the blood on my hand."What the hell happened to you and why are you dressed that way!"

It actually came out all as one word, but there wasn't any doubt what he said, or meant. There wasn't anything else to lose it seemed. My carefully scheduled time to be a girl was trashed, my car wrecked, I was hurt both inside and out, angry, scared and tired. Dad's glaring eyes did not relieve my pain in the least, so, I did the only thing possible. I sat on the couch as primly as I could manage, looked him straight in the eye, and told him my car was wrecked.

"That's how I hurt my hand, and the reason for the blood."

Then I told him about the accident from start to finish. When I was done he was concerned over my being hurt of course, and wanted to take me to the hospital, but I told him the paramedics had let me go because my injury wasn't that serious. Then he asked me why I was dressed as a girl. I would rather fight an alligator naked than tell him the truth, but I simply couldn't lie to him any more. He didn't know about what I was doing because I didn't tell him, and no matter what mom said or did, it was killing me, hurting them, and endangering our small family. I drew in a breath, and told him I did not want to be a boy. I told him I was a girl on the inside, and always felt this way. He turned purple, then red, stood up, then sat down, shook his head, gasped, then shook his fist before he spoke again. He sounded like the pillar of calmness, but I knew he wasn't.

"You do understand that your real name and so on is on that accident report don't you?"

"Yes sir…"

"That other boy has a copy of it?"

"I guess…oh no…"

"Oh yes. And didn't you say that he attends the same school you do?"

"Yes sir,"

"Well, I can imagine what will happen when he sees your name there, and remembers the girl he saw. How hard is it going to be for him to figure out who that girl really was?"

"Oh no…"

"I don't know how you're going to explain it, but you only have a few more months before you graduate, and we are not changing your school because you're a damn Fairy that got caught wearing a dress!"

With that, he stomped back into the den and shut the door, leaving me with nothing to do but go wash up. Mom was sympathetic, but there wasn't a thing she could do. It was up to me to face my classmates alone, with whatever story I cooked up. I couldn't think of a one at the moment. 17 years old and stupid. That's what I am. I did not sleep well that night. The word fairy kept bouncing around in my head. I don't think of boys like that. I only want to be a girl! In the morning I made sure that there was no trace of makeup or perfume on me, then dressed in jeans and a regular shirt, dad and I went to look at my car. The man at the collision shop said it was a total wreck even though it did not look like it. Something about the front end and engine. I had saved for years to buy that car, mom and dad helped of course, but it was mostly my money. I had bought a brand new car, small, but efficient and nice looking. Now it was just so much junk. The up side according to the insurance man is that I'll get a new one. Dad and I made the arrangements at the dealer, and I drove home in a brand new car, just like the one I had before except this one is blue. Dad never said a thing about my dressing as a girl, until we got home.

"I called our attorney Sam, and he says that there is no law that says you cannot dress as a girl, which means that nobody can hold it against you."

"Ya, maybe out here, but in school…"

"You're the one that was dressed as a girl, and you told me yourself that you want to be a girl, so live with it."

Dad was no comfort at all, his disappointment and anger at me simmered just below the surface, only bubbling out when he lost control, but I knew the worst was just ahead. I just knew that the minute I stepped into the school on Monday, my life as I knew it would be over, but there wasn't one damn thing I could do about it. I stayed outside checking out my car, then went out and bought some floor mats. On Monday morning I dreaded leaving the house, but I really had no choice, and drove silently to school. Walking in I expected a bunch of jeers and taunts, but I made it to my locker without incident. Nobody said a word to me at all, even the three other guys that were in the car, and I know they saw me. I wondered what they had in mind, and stayed nervous for the entire day. By the time I got home I was whipped from being so tense all day, and all I wanted to do was flop on the bed and catch up on my sleep.

About an hour later the kid that totaled my car called me. I half expected a warning of what was coming, but all he did was apologize for wrecking my car, then he said he wanted to talk to me, in person. He's popular and I'm not, he's a guys guy and I'm, well, I'm not. The only reason I agreed to meet him was that if he wanted to talk to me, then he might not want to trash me in school, but blackmail me instead. I knew that wasn't going to work because I don't own anything except my car! I told him to come to my house because I wasn't about to meet him anywhere he might be in charge of the situation. Sure, I like to wear dresses, but I'm not stupid. He showed up about half an hour later.

"Sorry about your car Kenny, it was an accident."

"Ya, thanks. I got a new car because of it."

He sat there staring at me, which made me wonder what was going through his tiny mind.

"That girl that was driving your car, does she come over very often?"

"Why?"

"I just thought that she was…ummm cute you know, and wondered if I could meet her."

"I doubt it Jack. She's afraid of you."

"Why?!"

"Because you and your buddies can ruin her socially, and even if you say that's not true, how can you control those other guys that were in the car that night?"

"None of them know about that girl, that's why. I'm the only one that saw the accident report, and I want to take her out to dinner as a way of apologizing to her."

I wasn't even tempted in the least. One, I didn't trust him as far as I could throw him, and two, he could make my life even more miserable if I did agree to go out with him, then he started that around the school. Yet I didn't say that. He might actually mean it, but I didn't think so. All I said was "maybe", and he accepted that.

"Tell her I won't jerk her around Kenny, I mean this. I think she's a fox, and I only want to meet her."

It was ethereal talking about myself as "that girl", but it was the only way without actually saying it was me. He knew, and I knew, who the girl was, yet neither of us mentioned it that way. He left shortly after that, leaving me to wonder where the truth was. Unknown to me, mom had heard our short talk. I went to my room to play on my computer and let those unknown forces inside help me resolve the issue. Mom however knew there might be a better way for Jack and I to resolve our differences, and keep me safe at the same time. About an hour later she came to my room and sat on the bed. I waited for her to say something, but I knew everyone of her expressions, and she was up to something.

"I heard what that boy said to you. Maybe you should let him meet you, as the girl he ran into. By the way, I don't even know her name!"

"No chance on meeting him mom, and the name I use is Janet."

"Isn't the Garden Prom just about a month away?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Well, if Jack were to take you to the Garden Prom, he could hardly tell anyone you are a boy, could he? I mean, that's almost the same as a prom, which means tuxedos for the guys and prom dresses for the girls, a fancy dinner and all that. That one dance would cost him several hundred dollars, which means he won't just throw it away to embarrass you! Think about this a minute. If you went to the dance with him it would almost certainly confirm you as a girl wouldn't it? I mean, Jack is very popular you said, and that presupposes that he only dates foxy girls, which is built in safety for you isn't it?"

"Me? Go to the Garden Prom as a girl? No way mom. All it would take is one person to recognize me and I would be dead meat. Besides that, even if I did agree, dad thinks I'm some kind of a weird now. I can imagine how he would react seeing me in a prom dress, waiting for some boy to pick me up for a date! I wouldn't mind the dress, but there is no way I'll do anything to get dad any more pissed than he already is. Hell, he hardly even talks to me any more!"

"Your father is confused right now honey. In his world a man is a man and a woman is a woman. For him there isn't any confusion about it, but you changed that, and he's having a hard time not only coping with it, but understanding it. And remember, he only saw you when you were hurt, tired, and scared. I'll bet that if he saw you all fixed up, and I mean hair, nails, really good makeup and a wonderful gown, he would be less likely to be angry with you. In fact I'll bet he would be more like the father of a daughter than you imagine."

"One, I can't afford all of that, two, I don't trust Jack at all, and three, I don't believe dad will react the way you said."

"I happen to know that you're wrong about that. Your father had a sister, Emily. She was about your age when she was killed in an accident. What sent your father into a tizzy is that you look so much like her that it's almost scary, then you were hurt in that accident. He had a flashback and saw Emily again, bleeding and hurt, but not dead, sitting on the couch in front of him."

"He called me a fairy mom! I'm not like that, I only want to be a girl!"

"In his mind, girls have sex with boys, so by dressing as a girl, he assumes that you want to have sex with boys."

"But I don't mom!"

It was a vicious circle we were both trapped in. Dad was right about boys and girls, but I never thought of it like that, not even once, because it's the clothes and how I feel inside, not sex. Mom offered to pay for the gown, getting my hair and nails done, yet I could not bring myself to consider it. Mom merely told me to think about it, and left me to myself. Alone, I let my mind drift to the possibility I would do what she suggested. I never looked cute, or at least I didn't think so, but Jack said I was. Mom says that I'll be safe from reprisals if I go to the dance with Jack, simply because he would have so much money invested. Maybe she's right. Dad came home, and over dinner he did something I never heard him do before. He apologized for calling me a fairy, then he started to cry! He told me that he was the one driving when Emily was killed, and when he saw me he went crazy because I look so much like her. I had never seen my father cry, not even when he whacked a finger with a hammer really hard, so this was something that really tore at him. He quietly wiped his eyes away then looked up at me.

"Your mother tells me that when you're all fixed up right you look very nice. I want you to do just that. I want you to get yourself all fixed up and let me see for myself this daughter you have hidden so from us for long."

I was shocked beyond words, and didn't answer him. I looked at mom, and saw that she was also shaken by dad's request, but she simply said that on Saturday he would get to meet his daughter called Janet. Dinner was very quiet after that as we all digested what was about to happen. My father, the man's man, the tough guy, wanted to see me dressed as a girl, and he called me his daughter! I had no idea what was in his mind, but I knew, because he asked me to do it, that he wouldn't hurt me. I was wondering which of my few skirts I would wear that wouldn't make me look stupid. Mom didn't say a word as I went to my room.

I wasn't looking forward to doing this for dad, I mean, I'm his son, and that's what he wanted me to be. I want to be a girl, and there lies the rub. Mom however called me into her bedroom on Saturday morning, and told me it was time to start. The minute I walked into the room she took charge, and began by having me strip to my shorts then coating me with cream, which removed all of my body hair. I shaved as close as possible, washed my hair, then rejoined her. I had not seen the bags on her bed when I walked in, now she held out a pair of brand new panties for me to slip on. She helped me do my makeup, and for the first time I actually looked like a girl! My face had that smooth matte look, my eyes were done in shades of green and gray with black eyeliner, then outlined with a black pencil, and coral blusher which highlighted my cheeks. Mom started on my hair, then, using a few rollers and her curling iron, she created a very nice looking hairdo for a girl. She called it a pageboy with a mix of flip in it. I never managed to look this good before.

Then came a waist nipper and a new bra mom called a Pushemup. It did just what the name implies. It used the excess flesh of my chest, pushing it up into the cups of the bra, and with two small foam pads, I had boobs! Pantyhose that gave me the shivers as I pulled them on, a short white slip of mom's, then a dress I had never seen before. It was black, a sheath that had a round neck and no sleeves. I carefully slipped it over my head, then mom zipped it up and I stepped into the black heels. She had me stand in front of the huge mirror, and for the first time I saw the girl I always knew I had inside of myself. Not the clown I managed, but the real girl. I felt a lipstick being pushed into my hand, and I drew the bright red on my lips quickly. Even better! Mom handed me a pair of small gold earrings which I attached while she fastened the gold necklace around my neck. Then came a thin gold watch with a stretchy band, and a spritz of perfume.

"Ready?"

"No…Yes, he won't get mad will he?"

"No honey, he won't get mad. Now, shall we introduce Janet to her father?"

Mom took my hand and led the way out of the room and down the stairs, but let go as we neared the familyroom. I was on my own as my heels clicked on the hardwood floor and neared the doorway. I stopped, and he looked up at me. I saw his eyes go wide, his mouth open then shut, and all at once he stood up and walked over to me. His eyes went from my hair to my heels and back before he spoke a word.

"You look like my sister. Too damned much like her! Your hair, your eyes, the same. Same size…"

He stepped back, his eyes never leaving me.

"You look just like Emily. I can't don't know if I can take this."

I had to say something, anything, to make him understand that I am what I am, and I am not his sister Emily.

"Dad. Dad! I'm not your sister. I'm…Janet!"

"Emily…I'm…"

I went to dad and took his hands in mine, and looked him in the eye. The tears in his eyes welling up and threatened to burst out as he stared at me. I squeezed his hand then stood back. We were both filled with emotion and fear, each of us for different reasons, yet we were bound together by blood, unshakable memories and desires. I needed dad to at least accept the fact that I'm different, and I had to convince him that I am not Emily reincarnated. The tense atmosphere lingered for a few more moments as each of us tried to find some common ground to stand on. Finally mom took my hand and had me sit on the couch next to her. Calm and serene, she held my hand as we watched dad sit in his chair. I wanted to run away, rid myself of this demon inside that told me I was a girl, and become the man he expected of me. Instead, I was frozen on the couch, unable to deny the truth I knew lay inside. His lips quivered whenever he looked at me, yet the softness he tried so hard to hide was there, plain as day, written on his face in tears and a tense smile. Time passed slowly, creeping by me as if almost stopped. Mom squeezed my hand again in support as I rose up and stood, perched in the heels, my knees together as only a girl would do. I took the two steps to his chair, raised my hand to him, and he took it. All at once he sprang out of his chair and clasped me to him, his bear like arms encircling me. I let myself relax and simply enjoy it. Dad does not show affection very well, and for him to hug me, dressed this way, was his way of telling me he would try to accept it.

The phone rang, breaking into our moment. Mom answered it, but I ignored her. I only had eyes for my father. I used a finger to wipe away his tears even as my own ran down my cheeks.

"That was the boy that ran into your car. He and his mother are on their way over, and will be here in about 30 minutes."

"I better go change."

My fathers deep and resounding "No" made me spin in place and look at him.

"This is my house, and I will decide the rules here. You live here as well, and if I say it's okay for you to dress as a girl, then you will. If this boy and his mother have any questions about that they can address them to me. Go fix your face, but stay dressed just as you are. We'll see just what kind of man this boy is."

Whoa! Dad told me to go put some makeup on? I was so shocked that I didn't move right away, but mom grabbed me by the elbow and we went to her bedroom. After the door was shut, she hugged me.

"Be the best girl you know how to be Janet, and we'll all learn how to manage this together."

She watched as I removed my eye makeup and did it over, then touched up my lipstick. I was just finishing when we heard the doorbell ring. Mom told me to stay in the room and she would call for me, so I sat at the vanity. For Jack to see me this way, with both of my parents there, would send him a strong message. I only hoped he had the sense to keep it to himself. It seemed like forever, then I heard mom call me. Every fiber in my being told me this was the worst thing I could do, but dad had virtually insisted, so I opened the door and took that first step. After that, while not easy, everything seemed to flow together, one step after another, until I was in the familyroom. I did my best to be a feminine as possible, and forced a smile that I didn't feel. Dad looked impassive, mom was smiling, Jack had his eyes wide open, while his mother looked grim.

"You are the girl that Jack ran into?"

I nodded my head yes, but didn't say anything.

"I read that accident report young lady, and it says that you are a boy! I demand to know what's going on here!"

That got my father's anger up, which isn't the best thing to do.

"Madam. How we dress our children is none of your concern. You will not make demands in my home, nor will you ever question our ethics, how we let our daughter dress or anything else. Your son caused the accident, not Janet. He is the one that was arrested, not Janet, and he is the one that will pay for the damages. Any other questions?"

Clearly, she was shaken by his frontal attack. She, like Jack, is used to getting her way and having people kowtow to her. Dad however, isn't like that. She went at it all wrong! Jack and I sat there as our parents glared at each other. Inwardly I was smiling, but I kept a calm face and let dad handle it.

"Well, we'll see about this! I'm going to call the police and file a report about your son!"

Dad didn't even flinch.

"Janet, how did you get home on the night of the accident?"

"A police officer brought me home."

"Please do as you wish madam, but keep in mind that any mention of this outside of this room will result in a lawsuit for defamation, damages, and whatever else we can think of. Now then, if there is nothing else?"

The woman stood up and stalked to the door, leaving Jack sitting there. She waited a moment, but he didn't move a bit.

"Are you coming Jackson?"

"Mother, sometimes you can be such an ass. No. I'm not coming. I'm staying here so I can talk to Janet."

She slammed the door on her way out. Leaving us all grinning. Mom took dad's hand and left Jack and I alone.

"You look real nice…Janet."

"Thanks."

"My mother thinks she can fix anything. Don't mind her. After she talks to our lawyer and finds out the facts, she'll calm down. In fact, I'll bet she invites all of you to our house for dinner as a way of an apology."

"My dad can be very stubborn Jack. Tell her that. If she tries and fails, dad will be on her like a cat on a mouse, and like the cat, he'll kill the mouse. Tell her that, will you?"

"No. I'll let her find out for herself."

Jack walked over to me and held out his hands. I took them and he pulled me to my feet. We were mere inches apart, his eyes glistening as he looked at me. I felt his hand slip around my waist, then the gentle pressure to move me closer to him.

"I'm not at all what you might think Janet, and I am not like my mother. All I want to do is get to know you better."

"You can have any girl you want! Why me?"

"Easy. You're the girl I want!"

Just then his lips touched mine. An electric shock ran down my spine as our lips touched. The passion in that kiss wasn't in the length it lasted, it was in the gentle way he did it. Like a whisper against my skin, yet I could feel my skin developing duck bumps. I had let another boy kiss me! I wasn't ready for that, and I pulled away from him, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

I had dreamed of this happening of course, but until this very moment, that's what it was. A dream. Now, Jack had brought it to life, and I had stepped over the line. I had kissed another boy. Now there was no going back. If I never kissed another boy I would forever carry this memory with me. I would taste his lips on mine, smell his aftershave, and remember. Jack was smiling at me, his eyes wide open as he pulled me closer, then, his lips touched mine again. Not gentle, I could sense his eagerness, which combined with my newfound freedom, could lead me down a road I was still scared to think about, so I broke away, just as mom walked into the room. By the look on her face I know she knew what I had done, but, all she said was for me to get my purse, as she and I were going out for a while. Jack quickly backed away, and smiled at mom. I went to get my purse. Mom dropped Jack off at home, then she and I drove to a small shopping center.

"You need panties and bras of your own Janet, and I thought that we might find a skirt, maybe two and a few tops you like."

I followed mom inside and we walked to the lingerie section. Just looking at some of those panties made me hurt! Nothing more than a few straps and some hope. Mom settled the matter by telling me that a full panty fits better. I selected two packages of panties in assorted colors. For bras, mom bought two more of those special bras, one in white and one in peach. A shirt tan skirt, a white jumper, and blouses in pink and white plus brown and pink pullover tops. Mom also let me get a pair of plain white flats. I now had more clothes of my own than ever! On the way home she stopped at a small ice cream shop. Over cones, she and I talked.

"This fellow Jack really likes you Janet."

"Maybe."

"No maybe honey, and you know it. That's why you let him kiss you."

"Ummmm"

"Your father and I talked about this, and we don't see any way that you'll stop dressing up, which is why we bought you those clothes. But you have to at least try to be the best girl you can be. There can't be any middle ground Janet, none. Your father does not understand you at all right now, but he's trying, so you have to help him. Just do your best, okay?"

"Okay mom, but…"

"No buts Janet. All or none, and in order to make it possible for you to do your best, we're going to make a stop to see a friend of mine. You'll like her. She makes all sorts of things for people."

"Like what?"

"You'll see."

Just then she stopped the car in front of a small shop that looked almost deserted, and led the way in. It smelled like paint and glue mixed with cow dung. But the place was spotless inside. A woman about mom's age came out, took one look, and started squealing.

"Mary! How are you!"

"I'm fine Betty. This is my daughter Janet. She needs you to do some of your magic for her."

"I see. Well, come in the back, and tell me all about it."

What Betty made were custom breastforms! Mom told her that as a boy, I would need breasts, and hips if she could manage it. Betty didn't even blink when mom said that. She showed me a changing room, and told me I had to strip right down to my panties so she could make molds, check color tone and so on. Betty acted as if it were the most normal thing in the world for her to do this, especially for a male. Quiet and methodical, she mixed and poured, like a witch of old, making her special brew to turn me into a girl. As I watched, she made two sets of breasts, and two panties. The panties were designed to hold me up and in, "out of the way" she said, "so the rest will work." I had no idea what she meant by that. The first set of breast forms were set on my chest using a light glue that she told me would wash right off. Just peel and wash. The panty was very complicated to get on, and she urged me to just go ahead and set it in place, and wear it that way. I wasn't against it of course, but from what she told me as she helped me get it on, I would have to sit to pee, and the glue she used would last for several months!

"This way you can attend school, and nobody will know. But when you dress as a girl, you'll be complete. Besides, you only have a few months to go don't you?"

"Yes, but…"

"You'll just have to sit down from now on Janet, just like every other girl in the world. As long as you don't get naked around any boys, you'll be fine. The only thing that might be a problem is that you have this small pouch women have, and of course a tapering groin, and with wider hips, that will make your pants fit differently. You might want to get a couple of pair that are a size bigger."

I looked in the mirror and saw a naked girl standing there! It looked as if I had all the right parts anyway. I felt my heart rising into my throat, but held back and quickly went to put my own clothes back on. Wearing a bra is totally different if you actually have something to put in it, which I found out as I struggled to put it on. My panties fit a lot better now, and I left the padded pantybrief on the small bench. As I stepped out, mom gave me a hug and Betty told me to come back when I was ready to have the breastforms attached with the really good glue. Mom took me home, and I went to my room so that I could look at myself one more time. In the beginning it was a desire to dress that led me to take such chances as going to a game, but now it was more, much more than that, and certainly not a game. I slipped on my panties, and had just fastened by bra, when the door opened and I saw dad standing there. He averted his eyes for a moment, and I knew that he was both shocked and embarrassed seeing me like this. I boldly turned to face him, so he could see what I felt. He looked up, but didn't say anything.

"Dad, this is what I should have looked like all along. I know that you don't understand me, I'm not sure I do either, but for the first time in my life I feel complete."

I went to him and took his hands in mine and held them for a moment, then slipped my arms around him and hugged him. I felt his arms as the encircled me, then grew tighter. We held each other for a long time, then,

"You look like you need to put some clothes on. I'm not used to seeing half naked girls running around the house."

He left, and I quickly slipped on a skirt and blouse, my shoes, and went downstairs. Mom and dad were in the office with the door closed, so I watched a little television. We ate dinner without a word about how I was dressed, and that night I had to carefully peel the breastforms off before I went to bed. Betty had been right about my pants, and I could wear jeans without looking like a girl from the waist down, so I wore my dress slacks, which were only a little better. Jack said hi, but other than that it was a very boring day. I wanted to be wearing a dress or skirt, but of course, I couldn't, and that made the days seem very long. I did find out that having to sit for all functions was a pain, especially wearing slacks, but it was worth it to me. On Friday, the minute I got home I changed clothes, and was just putting my lipstick on when the phone rang. It was Jack's mother. She invited the three of us to join them for dinner at their country club the next day, at seven! It seems Jack knew his mother very well! I accepted, then sat back. I wanted to shock that broad silly, but I didn't know how. When mom got home about an hour later, I told her about the invitation, and what I wanted to do. Mom gave it less than a moments thought, then told me to be ready to go out early the next morning. I just knew she had something in mind.

As soon as I had my makeup on, I got dressed and joined mom for breakfast.

"What do you think about getting our hair and nails done, then we'll find you a dress that will make that witch mind her mouth?"

"Sounds good to me!"

We were gone before dad was even up, and the first place we went was to her salon. I sat in the chair, then, with the help of the stylist, picked out a hairstyle that she said would look wonderful on me, and wasn't a perm. As she worked on me I saw mom getting her hair done by another lady. I had to sit under the dryer for a bit, and another lady did my nails, making them just slightly longer, filing them to a rounded end. Then painted each one a dark red. She also assured me that without the polish, my nails would look okay as a male, which told me that mom had told her what was what. My hair was done in a curly pageboy with drop bangs and waves that gave me a definitely feminine look.. I was elated at the changes, and so was mom. From the salon we went to the mall, shopping for what mom said would be the perfect dress. It was obvious that mom had something in mind, so I just followed along and let her look, although I did see a few dresses that I liked. She found it at a shop that sold mostly prom dresses. The one she picked out was all red, a sheath with a fitted bodice, a vee cut neckline and was sleeveless. Mom handed it to me and pointed at the changing booth, so I went into try it on. It was tight on me, and I almost got it zipped up. My bra straps were showing, as well as a lot of breast, and I was sure she would say no, but she said it was just fine, bought the dress, and we left!

"Mom, the dress doesn't fit me, so why buy it?"

"It was only tight across the bodice dear, and there are plenty of ways to fix that, which is where we're going now."

The next stop was at Vickie's Closet, where mom had me try on a red corselet. After she tightened the laces the dress fit just fine, but in the meantime, I felt as if I couldn't breathe! We also picked up red satin panties to match, then, in the shoe store, red patent leather ankle strap heels with an open toe. For jewelry, red and white rhinestone chandelier earrings with a choker necklace to match. It was about two, and mom said it was time to go home and begin to get ready. Once I was in my room, mom did the cream thing to remove any stray hair, the told me to run a bubblebath. It was wonderful by the way, and every inch of my skin felt soft and silky smooth. Of course, I reattached the breastforms, well, mom did, and used the makeup stick Betty gave me to hide the very thin seams. Those satin panties were wonderfully soft, and felt great sliding up my legs, but when I had them on, I could see that they were the newer high cut French style panties, and outlined my new sex even better than the cotton ones. I had expected mom to lace me into the corselet, but she told me to do my makeup first, so I went into the bath and took out my box of cosmetics. My makeup went on so easy, and turned out so well that I just knew that the plan mom had cooked up was going to work. When I was ready, mom laced me into the corselet. Huff and puff, grunt and groan was about the way to describe it as she made my waist a trim 24 inches. The built in bra hiked up my boobs so high that they threatened to spill out! Rather than pantyhose, Mom helped me slip on the hose, then fasten them to the garter tabs. I had never worn hose, and it felt really strange, although it looked sexy as hell. I slipped dress over my head, mom zipped it up, and when I had it on, the slightly higher neckline fixed the threat of spillage, but I was sure displaying a lot of charms!

The hemline was above my knees, so I had a display going on at both ends, which I was sure mom had planned on. Especially based on the way she was looking at me. I had a bit of trouble fastening the ankle strap, but she let me do it alone, then she went to her room and I finished on my own. The earrings were first, then the choker necklace. I thought I glittered like a disco ball, but I liked it. I finished my makeup, adding blusher and red lipstick, then some perfume. When I came out of the bath dad was standing there! His eyes fixed on my face, then roamed down my figure, now just as feminine as any woman, and back to my face.

"I want you to wear this Janet. It was Emily's."

He handed me a small box, I opened it, and saw a ruby stone surrounded by several small diamonds!

"I want you to have this, and I want you to wear it tonight. It's all I have of hers, and you…"

"Okay dad. Thanks!"

I hugged him, then tried on the ring. Of course, it was too small, so I used some soap to get it on, hoping I could get it off later. I showed him the ring on my finger, and he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek! Before I could say anything, he went in his bedroom and shut the door. I looked in the mirror, and saw the girl of my dreams standing there. Trim figure, 36-24-36, 5'6" tall, with brown hair highlighted with auburn, and green eyes accented with gray and plum eyeshadow, outlined in black. Even when Jack had kissed me, I never felt this way, never. I had become the girl I always wanted to be. Now all I had to do was prove it.

Mom looked wonderful in her royal blue sheath dress, her blond hair accented with silver barrettes. She didn't look 38 years old. Dad wore his gray suit and looked like a wealthy banker. We all stared at each other for a moment, then mom started to giggle! She took my hand and we walked down the stairs together. Dad had set up his camera, and posed us in a certain spot, then the flash. He also took several more of just me, close up and full figure.

"You just play along Janet. The entire object here is to make shame her into admitting that she was wrong. I told you I don't understand why you need to do this, but since it's a fact, and you're my daughter, I'm not going to let some old bitch nag you about it, or threaten us with a lawsuit or worse. You'll know what to do when the time comes, but watch what you say, and don't let her provoke you."

"Okay daddy."

"Daddy?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Indeed. Why not?"

Dad drove of course. He let the valet park the car, then, with mom on his right arm, and me on his left, we walked in together. Jack met us inside. His eyes went wide when he saw me, but dads steady pressure on my elbow told me to remain silent, and Jack led the way to the table where his parents were waiting. It was worth all the effort when his mother saw me. Her eyes went wide, her mouth flopped open and she was at a loss for words as Jack seated us, with me right next to him.

"My wife has made an error I'm afraid. She said something she should not have said, and we asked you here to apologize."

His eyes obviously drifted to my ample cleavage, then back to my dad.

"Is it true? Are you a male?"

Dad squeezed my hand hard, and I kept my mouth shut.

"The gender of our daughter is not under discussion sir. All that you have to understand is that she is our daughter. Her name is Janet Lynn. Any other information you need you may look at her and decide for yourself."

"But the accident report…"

"Be quiet woman! You have caused enough aggravation already, what with those wild threats against this girl! Please, be quiet."

Jack's mother was clearly angry at her husband, but she kept her mouth shut.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear madam, if you make any attempt to defame my daughter, I will not hesitate to sue you. She is our daughter, and if we have to, we can prove that. Now then, are there any questions about my position in this matter?"

None of them said a word, so dad stood up, as did mom. I joined them.

"We'll be going now. I prefer to dine with people I like, and you madam, I don't like you. A word of advice if I may before we leave. Check out your facts before you attack someone, or make any threats. Listen to your husband, he seems to have all the sense in the family."

She turned purple she was so mad, and to make matters worse, Jack stood up as well.

"I think I'll join Janet and her parents. They are the only ones with any class her mother. Don't wait up."

With that, Jack took my arm, Mom took Dad's, and we walked out. I was very proud of my father right then. He stood up for me, and confirmed me as his daughter. His daughter! Those words hung in my mind and I cherished every syllable. Jack helped me into the car, then dad took us across town to a very fancy restaurant where he had reservations. We were seated, and before dinner but after a coffee, Jack asked me if I would go with him to the Garden Prom. I looked at dad, who had a calm face, then mom, who was smiling at me.

"I'd like that Jack. But what about your parents? Won't they be angry with you, especially your mother?"

Jack looked at all of us, then smiled.

"My dad told me what was going to happen, and it did! He could have written it as a script it was so close! Right now my mother is stewing, because she knows everyone but her is right, and there isn't a thing she can do about it, and dad will make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. She'll cool down, and with the way Janet looks, she'll have doubts herself. No sweat. So, will you be my date to the dance?"

"I'd like that Jack."

Dinner was wonderful, with good food, lots of laughs, and later, dancing. Jack held me close when we danced, but a few times I caught him staring at me, which of course the reason for the dress. Mom knew what was going to happen, and the dress was a way for dad to reinforce the idea that I am a girl, really, and create doubt. But in Jacks eyes, I am a girl, and he wants me. I could tell by the lump that pushed against my leg now and then. Dad drove Jack home, then, when I was alone in my room, I understood the power a woman has over a man, and as I looked in the mirror I saw only woman. I was ready to say the hell with it and just go to school this way, but I knew that my parents would never allow it. Mom unlaced the corselet, then left me to undress.

In the morning I wore a bra with a tee and my jeans, without makeup, my hair a bit of a mess. Dad said nothing, and after the dishes were done I went to my room to try and brush may hair out myself. I also did a bit of makeup. Jack came over about one. He and I sat on the patio talking. I was still wondering what he saw in me, after all, he knows for sure I am a male, regardless of what dad had said. Only the special panty lay between me and the truth.

"Dad really tore into my mother last night Janet. He told me this morning that he would make sure that she behaves, but you really confused her last night, especially in that dress! Dad said that she's not quite as sure as she was before, because of your…build."

"My boobs you mean."

"Well, yeah. You had them hiked up there pretty good Janet."

"Is she the only one I confused?"

"At first? No. You're so damned pretty that I sort of expected it."

I got us some soft drinks, then he asked me if I wanted to go to the afternoon game. I would be right back where I started from. At a game. Of course I said yes, but I went to change into a skirt and blouse, fix my makeup, and add some perfume. Jack drove, and sat as close to him as I could. We sat high in the bleachers, watching as our team lost. He waved at a few friends that we both knew, but I did nothing since they would not know me this way. On the way home, Jack stopped at the park, took me into his arms, and kissed me. Not quickly, not gently, but with passion and eagerness. His tongue pushed against my lips and I accepted him, then, let his hand find, and hold, my breast. I wanted to prove that I was a girl, without actually getting into trouble, so when his hand slipped under my skirt and his fingers found me, I relished the look on his face when he discovered a girl, and not a boy. His eyes went wide, then he smiled at me.

"But…but I thought that you were a…I mean…"

"Didn't you hear my father say I was his daughter, and we could prove it?"

"Well, yes, but…"

"Did I prove it?"

"Oh yes!"

He put my hand on him, but I yanked it away, then I kissed him back. The word that I really was a girl would reach his parents, probably his father, and my troubles would go away.

For the next two months I became Janet every moment I wasn't in school, and it became widely known that Jack was dating a new girl that nobody seemed to know. He and I kept it that way for good reason. About a week or so after the dinner with his parents, mom got a letter from Jack's mother apologizing for her remarks and actions! She said that she was now sure that I was really a girl, and would no longer question that. That's when I knew the message I sent via jack had hit the bulls eye. For the Prom, I went to the salon and had my hair and nails done, picked out a dress with mom, and did all of the other things girls do to get ready for a big event. My dress was a pale blue chiffon and satin affair that showed off my figure just right. I had been wearing a tight waist nipper the whole time, and with the diet, I had a natural 26 inch waist. Strapless, the dress was cut in a sweetheart neckline, tapered to my 23 inch cinched waist, then flared out and dropped to the floor. Mom said I looked like a Princess with the tiara in my hair. Jack picked me up, dad took pictures, then, at the Prom, he proudly walked me down the center aisle. I had long lost my fear of discovery, especially with the panties and now, the breastforms that mom attached using the really good glue. I was introduced to kids I had known all my life, without one strange look.

Later, after the dance, he and I went to dinner, when I thought he was taking me to the park again, he drove to a small motel on the outskirts of town. Our eyes locked as I had to decide right then if I would do this. This was no longer a game, but the real deal. Jack opened my door, took my hand, and helped me out of the car. As if I was in a trance, I let him lead me into the room. I watched as he removed his jacket, tie, and shoes, then he came to me, put his arms around me, and unzipped my dress. As it fell to the floor and I saw the look on his face, I knew. I reached out and touched him. After that it was a whirl of groping, passionate, kissing and holding, exploration and desire, all rolled up into a frenzy of love making. I did things that I never once considered, but I didn't mind, because I'm a woman, and a woman knows how to treat a man. The special panty worked just fine by the way. All I had to do was clean up.

Jack took me home about ten the next morning, and I went straight to my room, took a shower, and went to bed. I got up around two, put on some shorts and top, no bra, makeup or shoes, and stumbled into the kitchen. Orange juice, a donut and some quiet. I had it all. Until mom walked in.

"Late night."

"Uuummm"

"You were a bad girl weren't you?"

"Well, no. Jack said it was wonderful, and I agree mother."

"What now? Those are acrylic nails, and they won't come off for a long time. You still have the graduation exercise!"

"I'll take the polish off, and right after graduation come home and change, and as soon as I do, I'm not wearing male clothes ever again."

"No."

"No?"

"No. You will wear a nice dress, with your hair done when you graduate. Then we're all going out to dinner and celebrate. Then you can toss all of your male clothes."

That is exactly what I did. I wore a white sheath dress with white sandals when I graduated. Almost everyone that saw me gaped as soon as they knew my real name, but the procession went quickly, and we left a short time later. Dad had started to call me Kitten a few weeks back, and I have to admit that I liked it. Jack went in the Navy and disappeared from my life. I went to a local college and took a degree in Business, then went to work for a huge manufacturing plant. Oh, did I mention that my doctor helped me become a woman? Well he did, and now, at age 23, I have completed my journey. The game. That's how it all started, and as I sit here in the bleachers watching our team win, the strange sense of de ja vu came over me.

 

 

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