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GIRL Center - A Leap of Faith

Karen Elizabeth L.

© Copyright 2003

Part 2

 

"Why did you set that thing for six thirty?" I asked groggily. "You told me that classes start at eight. Since it takes five minutes to walk there, why not be a good girl and reset that thing for seven thirty?"

"A boy could get up at seven thirty and make class by eight but we're not boys remember? We got to do our hair and makeup then we meet some of the girls from the other night in the cafeteria at quarter after seven."

"Does the fun ever end around here?" I asked as I pulled my panty-clad butt into a sitting position. God, did it ever feel Jordan when my satin panties rubbed against my butt; Jordan but breathtaking.

I plodded to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Even after the fashion show I put on the night before it was still odd to look down and see ruffled panties around my legs and nail polish on my toes. Before you ask, how I could be looking at my panties and feet, I learned quickly to use the toilet in a sitting position; to do otherwise would earn a serious tongue lashing from Holly who it seemed never learned to knock.

"Sleep well?" Holly asked as she barged right in again. There wasn't any use in complaining; I'd just get her "We're both girls" speech again if I did. She might be a girl; at least she made me wish she was, but I wasn't and didn't care for her reminder of my new sex.

"Once I found a way to cushion the curlers." I grunted as she brushed her teeth. God, the feelings that went through me watching her boobs bounce as she brushed. "Is this something I have to put up with every night?"

"Nah, you could ask you parents to buy you a set of hot rollers, they save a lot of time when you have to look nice. Or you could schedule a perm at the beauty shop.

"Perm, that wouldn't be short for permanent, would it?" I had to ask even though I didn't really want to find out.

"Well, it does stand for permanent but it really isn't. It makes it easier to style your hair and keeps the style from relaxing. It lasts a couple of months but what the heck, you're here for longer than that anyhow."

"Great, not only am I stuck in girl's clothes, I'd end up looking like Shirley Temple"

"You're goofy, do you know that?" She giggled. "You'd only look like that if you wanted to. I had my hair permed before the wedding, did I look like Shirley Temple?"

She had a point, she was way too foxy looking that night to be compared to Shirley Temple, maybe a perm wouldn't be such a bad idea I thought as I rubbed a sore spot on my head.

What was I thinking? Two lousy days in dresses and I was starting to think like a girl? I took my hand away from my head as fast as possible.

"Thanks, but I'll manage." I said curtly. "I'm not into that girl stuff."

"You might as well get used to it; it's not going to go away you know." She answered back just as curtly. "You're just making it harder on yourself."

There wasn't any point in arguing; it always upset me to realize that I was stuck this way, I shrugged, brushed my teeth, and waited while she got my uniform together.

The gray pleated skirt, whit blouse, maroon jacket, low heeled black slip-ons, and white knee socks looked innocent enough but then I saw what Holly intended me to wear underneath - white satin panties with lace panels around the legs and a bra that had more lace than most wedding gowns.

"I get to choose your clothes for a week," she happily reminded me. "And my little sister is going to be all girl."

I stepped into the panties and prayed that I wouldn't get excited while Holly was watching. Next came the bra; it felt so good to have my fake boobs supported and Holly was thrilled that I remembered how to out it on without help.

"This will keep your skirt from sticking," Holly announced as she handed me a white half-slip with several inches of lace at the bottom. I'd worn a slip for my fashion show so it didn't bother me until I sat down to put on my socks.

Holly had a big grin on her face when she saw my reaction to the feeling of my slip rubbing against my panties.

"Feels great doesn't it?" She snickered. "I had a feeling that you'd get a kick out it."

"It can't be helped," I tried acting disinterested but failed miserably. While I was trying to act calm I was absent-mindedly rubbing my leg through my slip. Do I need to say how fast Holly caught on? Can you say Milliseconds?

"Looks like there's a new girlie girl in town!" She laughed as I tried to hide what I was doing. "By the end of the week you'll forget all about some guy named Frank."

"No chance." I bluffed as I buttoned my blouse and pulled on my uniform skirt. "Physical reactions can't always be helped but I'll never be one of those sissies."

Holly put her arm around me and held me close.

"You'll be a girl, not a sissy," she said firmly. "Even if only from the skin out; for the next two years you can be a pretty girl whenever you want, no one will laugh at you and no one will judge you. That's the beauty of Great Indian River Faith; you can drop the hard guy routine, relax and just enjoy life."

"But only as a girl!" I reluctantly broke away from her. "And I don't want to be a girl."

"This is the last time I'm gonna tell you this, you jerk. No one is going to force you to become a girl. Even if you decide that you like wearing girl's clothes, you don't have to be a girl. There are lots of guys who dress like girls but never actually get their sex changed."

"Forget it, would you please?" I was starting to get really irritated with her stupid remarks. Day after day of telling me that I should be a girl was so annoying.

Holly got that Jordan smile on her face. "Just trying to help."

Going to school as a girl took a lot of practice; I had to hold my books close to my chest, smooth out my skirt every time I sat down, and of course there were Holly's reminders to act like a lady. It really burned me the first time a teacher called me Faith or "young lady" but by the end of the day I had somehow gotten used to it. It even surprised me when in my first class after lunch I smiled and raised my hand when my name was called. I even started on my homework as soon as I got back from class, a first for me but there was nothing else to do. I considered changing out of my uniform but I was comfortable and besides, the deal was that Holly would decide what I'd wear.

So much for my iron will.

I guess being stuck in a girl's uniform in a girl's school with no way out took away a lot of options for me, which seemed to make it easier to concentrate on my homework. By the time Holly showed up I had already completed assignments for two classes and had read the material for the next day for all of my classes.

"Aren't we the dedicated one?" Holly joked as she watched my pack my books for morning.

"It's so weird, I did all of my assignments and even studied for tomorrow's classes." I smiled and shrugged. "I've never done that before. It's so weird; the courses seem really easy."

"You've never been relieved of the pressure to be a jerk before either." She commented. "My grades were never better than they are here; it's just so much easier now."

She had a point about there not being any pressure; I used to act up in class, it was sort of expected of me. Today though, I was just another girl and no one expected me to make crude noises or toss paper wads when the teacher wasn't looking. Instead, I found myself focusing on what the teachers were saying and actually enjoying the lessons.

"I guess your right." I shrugged and watched as her mouth dropped open in shock. "I really enjoyed my classes today. I was so busy concentrating that I forgot what I was wearing."

"You forgot that you were dressed like a girl?" She asked unable to conceal her amazement.

"Until I shifted in my seat." I mumbled as my face started to turn red. "After that it took all I could do to concentrate again."

"I had the same problem when I first came here." She laughed sympathetically. Wait until you're wearing stockings and cross your legs, I really thought I'd climax!"

We laughed and talked about Holly's early days, she seemed to have had as much trouble as I was having. I hung up my skirt and blouse, pulled on a pair of pantyhose and a light blue dress with a little bit of ruffles around the neck. Holly got me a pair of white heels and redid my makeup.

"Not bad, how about we go visiting little sister?"

It was either go visiting with Holly or sit in my room, bored. I wasn't that interested in doing more homework but I wasn't sure about leaving the room in a dress.

"You're all dressed up, you need somewhere to go!" Holly joked. "Let's add one more thing, okay?"

"Add, I'm dressed like a girl from the skin out, I'm wearing makeup and nail polish, I have hair extensions, and you want to add something?"

Holly smiled and tied my hair into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. I looked just like the girls at my old school when they got dressed up.

"You like?" Holly asked as I stared at myself in the mirror.

What could I say? I honestly didn't know if I liked the way I looked or not. The clothes were very lightweight; I had on a dress, a bra, a slip, pantyhose, and panties yet it felt as though I had very little on. She already knew that I enjoyed the way it felt when my slip and panties rubbed together, would it be so bad to tell her that the rest of the clothes felt good to?

I figured that I'd take a big plunge and hope she was my friend.

"Yeah," I said with a smile as I examined my ponytail. "I do, I sorta look kinda pretty."

That earned me a bug hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Atta girl Faith!" She cheered. "Look at it this way, if you gotta be a girl, it's best to be a pretty girl!"

"It's still not right," I started to say but Holly quickly interrupted.

"You're whining again, if you keep that up, I'll deduct one kiss for every time you whine. Assuming you win the bet, that is!"

"I'll shut up, I promise." I smiled. "And I will win."

I could tell that she didn't believe me but there was a knock at the door before she could say anything. She smiled at me and opened the door.

It was her; the Dragon Lady, Mrs. Williams herself. My evening was ruined.

"Good evening girls," She said and to my surprise she smiled. Who'd ever thought she could smile. "You girls are looking very pretty this evening."

"Thanks, Mrs. Williams." Holly grinned and nudged me.

"Uh yeah, thanks, I guess."

"You're doing a wonderful job as Faith's big sister Holly, I'm very impressed." Mrs. Williams said with obvious pride.

Turning to me she smiled again. "I've spoken with your teachers this afternoon and I'm very happy to say that they all had good things to say about their new student. I was a little worried about how you'd fit in but it seems that my fears were groundless."

"She's having a good time, aren't you?" Holly nudged me again, nearly knocking me off balance. Mrs. Williams broke up laughing.

"Easy Holly, I'm sure she can answer for herself."

Yeah, I could answer for myself if I hadn't been tongue-tied over seeing the Dragon Lady smile, twice!

"Uh huh, yeah, good time," I think I was more scared seeing her smile than scowl. She looked like she was getting ready to eat me and was trying to throw me off guard.

"Relax Faith; I'm really not as mean as you might think."

"It's just the heels," I lied. "I'm not used to walking in heels, that's all."

"I understand," She said with a warm smile. "It's nice seeing you girls; keep up the good work Holly."

"She seemed friendly," I whispered as she walked away. "I still don't trust her though."

"You're silly," Holly laughed as she steered me to the recreation area. "You'll see, Mrs. Williams is just a big sweetie."

The recreation center was huge; there as room for a basketball court, a pool, a game room, and even a pool table.

"Hi Faith, nice outfit," A girl I vaguely remembered from class complimented my dress. I smiled and thanked her.

"Holly said you liked to play pool, want to shoot some?" She motioned towards the table.

"I've never played in a dress and heels before," I laughed as we walked to the table. "This is going to be interesting."

"Everything is interesting when you're wearing a dress," she laughed. "but you get used to it soon enough."

"But not quite yet," I grumbled as I missed an easy shot because my heels threw me of balance.

Jill, my new friend, sunk a difficult shot with ease but then again, she was wearing flats and a pair of shorts.

"You have to concentrate on the shot; don't worry about your outfit, no one's going to be looking up your dress here. In town though a dress can be a helpful distraction; when your dates setting up a tough shot you just happen to slide up on the rail and flash a little leg."

"I never considered doing that before." I shook my head and laughed. "Then again, I've never worn a dress to play pool."

Soon Jill and I were laughing and having a great time; I relaxed and she purposely missed some easy shots to keep the score close. By the end of the night we'd become good friends. It had been hours and I had completely forgotten that I was pretending to be a girl.

Holly though was more than happy to remind me of my plight as soon as we got back to our room.

"Jill used to be quite a problem before her parents sent her here. She skipped school, was constantly getting into fights, and had even gone through initiation into one of the toughest street gangs in Los Angeles."

I couldn't imagine Jill, the girl who purposely missed shots to keep me in the game, the girl who looked like every mother's fantasy for their daughter, as being anything like Holly was describing.

"You can't be talking about the girl I played pool with tonight? She's got to be one of the nicest people in the whole world."

"Ask her sometime about the three guys she put in the hospital after beating them to a pulp." Holly laughed. "That's how she ended up here."

"She's what; maybe five foot tall, I doubt that she could handle an out of control hamster." I laughed; it was hard for me to picture Jill getting physical with anyone or anything.

"It turns out that the out of control, violent twelve year old, that hospitalized three older boys was trying to cover up his own fear that someone might find out that he liked to wear girl's clothes. Once his parents got him into counseling they were amazed to find that the boy that no one could control was a perfect little lady when they let him dress up in his little sister's party dresses, petticoats, and, panties His parents knew that he'd end up getting killed if anyone in his old neighborhood found out about their pretty little daughter so they sent him here where he can be the girl he wants to be."

"It's sorta funny; boys that would have hidden from him would now do anything to spend time with him."

I knew that Holly couldn't be lying; I could easily check with Jill. If I found that Holly had lied she knew I'd never trust her again and that would screw up her being my big sister.

"Have any boys like me, you know ones who don't want to be girls, ever gotten out of here as guys?" It was a question that kept popping into my head every time I met another girl.

"The last graduating class had twenty five girls in it," Holly explained. "Twenty four guys went onto college. I keep telling you, you don't have to stay a girl if you don't want to."

"That's what scares me though; I'm worried that something may happen to make me think I want to be a girl for real." I blurted out, trying to hold back my tears.

Holly sat down next to me and held me close. "It's not like that at all," she said as she stroked my face. "Take me for example, I couldn't just say that I wanted to be a girl and then it was a done deal. There were a bunch of psychological tests and medical tests I had to pass. Now I have to wait up to two years before I can switch and in that time I have to be living completely as a girl. That means dressing, acting, going to school or work, and forgetting that I was ever a guy. I have to be able to live as a girl every single minute of every single day, the hormones help me to look like a girl but the rest is up to me to fit in as a girl."

"You're sure?" I sniffled.

"Positive." She said as she gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Let's get ready for bed now, okay?"

I could easily get used to bubble baths, I thought as I laid back and soaked away my troubles. No wonder girls take so much longer to get ready, who would be in a hurry to leave this? An hour later, Holly was shaking me and telling me to wake up and get ready for bed.

"Can't I stay here, it's so comfy." I mumbled. "You can wake me in the morning."

"No way, I have to do your hair remember? All of this humidity would keep it from getting a good style."

I reluctantly climbed out and wrapped a towel around myself in the proper girl fashion without thinking about it.

"Way to go Faith," Holly cheered. "Just like a girl!"

"Why did I do that," I asked sheepishly. "That's so weird."

"That's the way it happens little sister," she smiled. "Little by little you'll begin to adopt feminine mannerisms because it's all you're exposed to. You'll brush the back of your skirt and you cross your legs when you sit because it's what girls do and you're a girl. You'll look at other girls and wonder if you can do your hair like theirs or how you'd look in the outfit they have on."

"No, that can't happen, I'm a boy." I was so broken up I started to cry.

"Don't cry sweetie," She said in a soft, soothing voice. "Two years from now you'll be away from here and you'll forget all about skirts and hairstyles."

"What if I can't?" I cried, expressing my deepest fear that I might just enjoy being a girl. "What happens then?"

Holly held me close and kissed my head; she was treating me like a small child but I didn't resent it at all. It was nice to know that someone cared about me.

"If you can't forget it will be because you don't want to forget. You'll make that choice all by yourself and you won't doubt it for an instant. You may decide to be a part time girl and just dress up now and then or go for all the marbles and get a sex change. Either way I'll be proud to say that you were once my little sister!"

I felt so warm and secure in Holly's arms; it was obvious that being a girl was the right thing for her I smiled up at her "You're going to make a great mom to some lucky kids".

"Let's get my little sister ready for bed," she smiled and kissed me again. "Don't forget, I still have till the weekend to make a girlie girl out of you. I doubt that I'll need the whole time but I'm having fun."

I considered arguing that it would never happen but something inside of me said that I shouldn't be too sure. Especially when she handed me a silky white baby doll nightgown with several inches of lace trim around the arms and hem along with a delicate pink ribbon threaded along the neck, ending in a bow. The panties were satin, just like the last ones I wore but instead of the leg opening of regular panties they ballooned out from an upper elastic band then came back to my leg again where they were trimmed in lace a the opening. Of course they also had three rows of lace ruffles on the butt. Did she know that I couldn't wait to wear them again? Maybe it was the way I anxiously grabbed them and tossed my towel into the hamper that tipped her off?

I loved the feeling as I slid the panties on and lowered the nightgown over my head; it was like every single nerve in my body was tingling! I started fluffing my hair and striking different poses as I looked in the mirror.

"Could you just possibly be a Girlie girl?" I heard Holly say from behind.

I whirled around and flashed a smile. "I don't think I'm much of a girl, I just seem to like the way these things feel, that's all."

"That's a good start," She laughed. "Next we'll get you used to wearing pretty dresses and makeup, and the next thing you know you'll be driving the guys in town crazy."

"No way," I laughed as I admired myself in the mirror. "I told you, I just like the way these clothes feel, that's as far as it's going to go."

"Get serious Faith, you're way too pretty to be a boy. You're going to love being a girl, you're just too afraid to admit it."

"I'm not afraid of anything," I smiled and adjusted my nightgown, admiring the pretty lace trim. "I admit I enjoy the feeling I get from wearing silky things but I'm absolutely sure that I don't want to be a girl."

"So was I three years ago," Holly smiled and nodded her head. "Now I wish I had the chance to grow up as a girl; it would have been heavenly wearing pretty party dresses with puffy sleeves, sashes that tied into big bows, petticoats that are all silky and trimmed with bunches of lace, silky, ruffled panties, anklet socks with lace cuffs and the cutest little buckle shoes?"

An image began to form in my mind; I was a cute little girl, my hair tied into two little ponytails with pretty ribbons that matched the party dress she wore. My parents were looking on proudly as I was smiling and twirling, showing off my lace trimmed petticoats and panties beneath my dress. The picture of innocence; all dressed up for a party, smiling and enjoying the feel of the soft, silky clothes I wore, I was daddy's little girl and mommy's little darling.

A slight smile crept to my face and then Mr. Happy woke up, ruining everything.

Holly wasn't about to let my predicament pass unnoticed. "Someone likes the idea of being a pretty little girl." She giggled; staring at the growing bulge in my panties.

I tried my best to concentrate on something else, hoping to get Mr. Happy to go back to sleep but Holly somehow sensed what I was up to and wasn't about to let me off easily.

"It would have been great to get all prettied up and go shopping with my mommy for a new dress for my birthday. I would have worn my pretties panties; pink, slippery nylon with the day of the week embroidered on them in a circle of lace. Since it was hot I would wear a pink sundress with the cutest little straps, pink ankle socks with lace cuffs and white Mary Jane shoes, they're the kind I was talking about earlier, the ones with the cute little buckle on them. Since I had been such a good little girl mommy let me wear a little of lipstick so everyone could see that I was growing up."

Drat, it was getting awfully warm in that room; sweat was beginning to bead up on my forehead. I wanted to get away before I embarrassed myself but Holly seemed able to hold me captive with only her words.

"Mommy and I would go to that big department store back home, Dillon's was the name I think, and we'd go right to the department where they sold all the pretty dresses and other cute things for little girls. I rushed right in and picked out a couple of dreamy dresses to try on and when I went out to show mommy everyone would tell me how pretty I looked and what a good little girl I was."

I was getting restless; wanting to reach down and reassure Mr. Happy but knowing that Holly would jump up and down and say that she had gotten me to admit that I liked the idea of being a girl. I glanced around, hoping to make it into the bathroom but Holly simply moved to place herself between me and the bathroom door.

"Please stop it Holly," I begged as I squirmed in discomfort. I had to get some relief but as long as she was between me and the bathroom there was no chance of getting any.

"Am I upsetting you Faith?" She asked in mock concern. "I'm sorry, I was just daydreaming; thinking of how nice it would have been to be a little girl. I guess it doesn't matter though; I'll never have that chance but at least I'll have the opportunity to grow up and become a woman. It's great being a woman; you get to wear all kinds of pretty clothes that make you feel all sexy and feminine. I don't know why I fought being a girl when I was first sent here; I guess I was just silly. It didn't take long at all for me to get used to wearing pretty outfits and sexy lingerie though and when I started dating I simply knew I could never go back to being a boy again. It feels so nice to have a boy hold you in his strong arms and tell you how pretty you are and when he pulls you close and your lips meet it's the most wonderful feeling in the world!

I can't wait until I get married; I've already picked out my wedding dress. It's so pretty; white of course, with oodles and oodles of lace, low cut to tempt my poor husband to be with the sight of my creamy white breasts. I'll be wearing white satin panties with a lace front panel, a matching bra that feels so good as it cups my breasts, a matching garter belt with elastic lace for the straps, and sheer, silky nylons under it all.

Daddy will walk me up the aisle, mom will be crying and telling me that she's never seen a more beautiful bride and my husband to be will be beaming with pride over the beautiful woman he's about to marry.

After we pledge our eternal love for each other we'll exchange rings, he'll lift my veil to give me a kiss , but just before we kiss he'll whisper how much he loves me and how he can't wait to get me alone.

Later on, at the hotel, I'll slip into a negligee that will fit me like I grew up in it; every last luscious curve of my sexy body will be coated in the most sensual satin that has ever been made. It will have a very deep plunging neckline with a couple of inches of lace on either side to bring attention to my breasts. I'm not sure what will feel best, my nightgown or my husbands hands roaming across my body!"

I couldn't stand it any longer; I had to get into that bathroom but Holly moved to block the door.

"Tell me that you're a girlie girl," She urged with a maniacal grin plastered from ear to ear. "Tell me or you're not getting into this bathroom!"

"Please Holly, I have to get in there, you understand, don't you?" I whined as I unsuccessfully tried to outflank her.

"I haven't had an erection in two years," She laughed as she easily slid to block my every attempt to get to the door. ""Don't miss 'em; don't have any use for them."

"Please Holly, cut me a break, you must remember how bad this feels?"

"You know what to do," She said with the sweetest smile. "Just tell that my suspicions are right and you can have the bathroom for your perverted little needs."

"Fine, I'm a girlie girl!" I screamed as I lunged for the doorknob. "I can't wait to get all prettied up and swish my pretty little butt in front of some strong, handsome boy."

"I knew it!" She said triumphantly as she stepped aside to let me into the bathroom. "You should tell your parents so you can start hormones as soon as possible."

I heard something about parents and hormones as I closed the door but I had other, more pressing matters to deal with at the time.

A few minutes later I was pulling my panties back up and arranging my nightgown when the door opened and Holly strolled in with a huge grin on her face.

"What about our bet, you lost your kisses by admitting that you're a girlie girl?"

"That was torture and can't be counted," I insisted. "Not that I'm ready to admit to anything," I shrugged as I ran my hands over the silky fabric of the nightgown. "But let's just say that I tell you that I really do enjoy being a girlie girl and I lose my week of kisses, can I wear the nightgown again?"

"I don't see why not," She laughed. "It's yours."

"Mine, are you sure? I mean where would I get such girlie outfits, I thought for sure they were yours."

Holly gave me a strange look, the kind your parents give when you first ask about the birds and the bees.

"They're yours, your parents were planning to send you here long before the chemistry lab fire, they made all of the arrangements with Mrs. Williams several months ago. They picked out all of your clothes and had them shipped here to be waiting for you."

I was in shock. "You're kidding, right?" I asked but her expression said it all, she was dead serious.

"My parents planned on sending me here all along, before I set that fire?" I kept hoping that she'd laugh and tell me it was all a bad joke but she wasn't smiling.

"I'm sorry, I had hoped your mom would have told you before they left but you were just being too hard headed." She said sympathetically.

"I guess that it has been pretty rough for my parents but I never expected that I'd have to live as a girl. If only I knew they were going to send me here I would have straightened up, I'm sure of it. There's no way out now, is there?" I asked dejectedly.

"Nah," Holly shook her head. "But your parents really did you a favor by having you sent here; you could have gone to jail and that would have really sucked. Being a girl for two years won't be that bad; it's been almost three years for me and I'm sticking with it!"

"I just can't get over that this was all planned before the fire," I shook my head in amazement. "Was I that bad?"

Holly laughed and nodded. "My mother said your parents were at wits end trying to get you under control."

I was dumbfounded; I never meant to be such a problem to my family, I thought I was having fun, pulling a few pranks, but I never realized how bad I really was.

"I have to make it up to them," I said calmly.

"You'll stay, no more talk of running away?"

"I'll stay," I said sadly. "I don't know how I'm going to handle all of this crap but I guess I'll manage."

"Hey, cheer up," Holly kissed my cheek. "Two years isn't a life time."

Maybe she was right but something in the way I reacted to being all dolled up scared me. I'd never thought of wearing mom's clothes before but in three short days Holly had me wondering what it would be like to be a real girlie girl. Something inside of me snapped every time I wore silky clothes; I loved the way they felt and even though I felt ashamed I couldn't get enough of them. Holly could treat me like her an overgrown Barbie doll and I'd be thrilled. Every time she handed me something soft and silky to put on my heart raced and my hands started to tremble, and I was overcome with an urge to tell her that I just loved being a girl!

Of course, that brought up a big problem; how was I supposed to give up wearing pretty clothes and go back to being a normal guy? It took only three days to turn me into a Cinderella wannabe, what would I be like after two years of pretending to be a girl? No girl in her right mind would want to go out with a guy in a dress and I couldn't see myself dating another guy. Three lousy days and my life was screwed up forever!

Or was it? I suddenly realized that there was one girl who probably wouldn't mind it if I liked to look pretty; after all, it was partly her fault that I wanted to look pretty anyhow. She was pretty, sweet, and one of the nicest people I'd ever known. The fact that she had been my best friend as a boy didn't hurt; she'd certainly understand my problems. All I had to do was to make her fall in love with me. If it took being a walking, talking, Barbie doll she would be worth it!

The next morning I somehow managed to wake up well before the alarm went off. I was busy brushing my teeth when I took a good look at myself in the full-length mirror on the door. I smiled, delicately held the hem of my nightgown between my fingers and swayed back and forth. The sensation of the satin nightgown brushing against my bare legs was electrifying; the longer that I stared and swayed, the more convinced I became that the next two years would be the best time of my life!

I finished getting cleaned up and went back to find something to wear. As I opened my drawer I felt like a little kid looking at their presents under a Christmas tree; so many pretty things to wear, so hard to decide. I finally settled on what looked to me like boxer shorts for girls; they were longer than regular panties and had lots of pretty lace trim around the legs. They felt so incredibly light and delicate and looked so pretty that I knew in an instant what I wanted to wear. I carefully removed my nightgown and panties and dressed in the pants, bra, and some sort of matching satin tee shirt, slip, and bra.

How could someone not like wearing these things, I wondered as I ran my hands along my body. They felt so light, so soft, and they were so very pretty, especially on me.

"Are you going to sleep all day?" I shouted to Holly. "I need some help with my hair and you're sawing logs."

A pillow hurtled through the air, aimed at my head.

"Not much of a morning person I take it?" I smiled and ducked. "How do I look?"

"You're up before me, you're wearing frilly underwear, and you're in a good mood." She groaned. "What's this world coming to?"

"Aren't you proud of your little sister?" I teased. as I twirled to show off my pretty underwear. "I even found some really hot looking underwear in my drawer "They're called Tap pants, and you're wearing the camisole and bra too?" She asked as she struggled to open her eyes. "Oh my God, you really are a girlie girl!"

"I'm going to miss those kisses but don't I look hot?"

"Hot, are you sure you're okay? What have you done with Frank?"

"Frank needed a little time off, I'm taking his place; my name's Faith." I brushed my slip, sat down and pulled on a pair of knee socks. I shuddered in delight as I accidentally forced my slip to rub against my legs. I knew it would be very tough to concentrate in my classes.

It didn't take much to get Holly to fix my hair up real pretty and tie a nice green ribbon in it; actually she jumped at the chance to reinforce my newfound desire to be pretty.

"You can't imagine how much this means to me," She gushed as she rolled my hair onto her hot curlers.

"It feels a little bit weird," I grimaced as the curlers pulled on my hair. "But I guess this is what I have to put up with to look pretty, right?"

"Just leave everything to me little sister," Holly smiled and continued rolling my hair onto the curlers. "When I'm done with you we can have a double wedding!"

A double wedding wasn't quite what I had in mind. All I wanted was a nice ceremony with Holly in the sexy clothes she had tormented me with descriptions of earlier and me in a tux.

"I think you'll make a lovely bride," I told her, repeating a phrase I'd heard women use. "Nice choice of words," She giggled. "It's important to be able to talk like a girl if you're really going to pass."

"You mean that I have to be able to talk like a girl to pass my classes?" It seemed like an odd requirement but then again wearing girl's clothes and pretending to be a girl wasn't exactly normal either.

"You're silly," She giggled and reached for another handful of clips to hold my hair tight against the curlers. "Passing for girls like us is being able to make everyone you meet believe that you're really a girl, to pass yourself off as a real girl."

"Okay, I get it." I shrugged, feeling as silly as Holly was making me out to be. But then again, how was I to know? I never tried to make people think I was anything else but myself before. "Yeah, I guess that would be important. I sure don't want anyone to think that I'm really a boy."

"You won't have to worry about that," She mumbled as she took a clip out of her mouth. "It won't be long before no one will ever mistake you for a boy, you're very pretty, it won't take much for you to be a girl."

Good grief, what was I getting into? Holly thought I was pretty; not exactly the characteristics a girl would look for in a boyfriend but there wasn't much I could do about it. I could pull off the curlers, and then try to find some boy's stuff to wear, but then what? There wasn't a bit of boy's clothing in this whole school and I didn't like the idea of giving up my pretty nightgown and panties anyways. I was stuck, a boy about to be changed into a sweet, lovable, girl and I had brought it all on myself. All I could do was sit still, smile, and let Holly finish curling my hair and making me pretty. When she finally finished with me I was just another pretty teenage girl ready for class.

I was really surprised at how easy it was for me to fit in at my new school; at first I was sure that I'd never give in, never willingly wear girl's clothes, and never let anyone get away with treating me like a girl. A couple of days later though and I was a good girl; wearing my pleated uniform skirt, white blouse, knee socks, and saddle shoes, along with underwear that no real boy would ever think of wearing. I was polite to my teachers, didn't act up in class, and for the first time since I started school I was enjoying it!

I made a whole bunch of friends in a couple of days and best of all I was in love.

Yeah, that's right, in love; as in head over heels, truly, madly, deeply, forever and ever, that kind of love. The girl of my dreams was a babe; sweet, smart, and beautiful, everything a guy could want in a girl. She thought we were just friends; just like we used to be way back when, but I knew that someday, when we were just a little older, we'd spend the rest of our lives together.

I guess that Love's what made me decide to behave myself, even made me willing to be a good girl; love for Holly and love for the way I felt whenever I wore sexy underwear!

Like I was saying, I was a very good girl and paid attention in all of my classes but no one was more amazed than me when two weeks and several quizzes into the semester I had an "A" average in all of my classes! I cringed earlier when I found out that I was schedule to take Chemistry, and Geometry, but the strangest thing happened; I discovered that I absolutely loved taking those classes! I took notes during class, paid close attention to what the teachers were saying and when I went to do my homework I flew through it and it didn't take long before some of the other girls started asking me for help.

I was sure that I was dreaming; I'd always thought of school as a place to fool around; my classes were torture and I think my teachers would have dies of shock if I ever did my homework. Yet here I was taking classes no one at my old school would ever have believed I could pass, and I was getting all A's in them! I loved going to class, homework was fun, and tests were a breeze. Best of all though was Holly's reaction!

When I showed her my progress report she jumped up and down, started hugging me and dancing around our room with me grinning from ear to ear. I even got a kiss on the cheek.

"You should give me one of those great kisses for these grades," I said with a smile, hoping she'd agree that my hard work deserved a suitable reward.

"Sorry Faith, but I don't kiss other girls." She said without hesitation, dashing my hopes into tiny pieces.

"But what about that bet, you would have had to kiss me if I had won."

"If you had won, I wouldn't have thought you were a girl." She explained. "I had a week to prove that you really preferred not just being a girl, but a real sugar and spice and everything nice girlie-girl. If I remember, it didn't take a week; it took all of three days before you were wearing a satin and lace camisole with matching slip, bar, and panties, and begging me to do your hair so that you'd look pretty for class. That was you, wasn't it Faith?"

Crap, I could get to hate people with good memories. Of course it would be hard not to remember my enthusiastic conversion from bad boy to princess when I was standing in front of her wearing an ankle length skirt, a light pink sleeveless top, and high heeled sandals. I had done my hair in a pretty French Braid, and the light pink color of my nail polish and lipstick perfectly complimented my top. Okay, so I guess the delicate scent of my perfume and my pretty gold hoop earrings didn't help either.

"But you did this to me," I argued hoping she'd take pity on me and give me even one little kiss. "I was a normal guy until I met you; I never even thought about wearing girl's clothes until you dressed me up in that baby-doll nightgown."

"Did I point a gun at your head and make you wear it?" She teased. "You had cotton PJ's in your drawer, you could have said no to me but I knew you wouldn't. I wondered if there might be a girl lurking inside of you and I was right!"

"So you admit that you tricked me? That alone deserves a kiss!"

"Tricked you? Not hardly," She laughed. "I just set out a little bait, you're the one who swallowed it and kept coming back for more. Who taught you to do your hair like that? How about your makeup? I only did your makeup for a week, and I know I never taught you how to blend different colors of eye-shadow the way you do. Did you think that I wouldn't find out about how you've been having hair and makeup parties with some of the other girls?"

I knew I'd never get a kiss now that she knew my secrets. It was another example of something I just couldn't help though; much like the way I couldn't help but like the way it felt when I wore pretty underwear. One evening while Holly was in town I was feeling bored and decided to browse around the library hoping for something to read. I found a couple of books about hair care and makeup and started to look them over. There were all sorts of different ways to do my hair and complete instructions for each. Feeling bored and thinking that it didn't seem so tough I decided to try my hand at different styles and after a day or two was amazed to find that I was right; I could do everything from elegant looking French Braids to Angel Wings. I talked a couple of other girls into letting me experiment on them and to everyone's delight I was able to fix even the shortest hair into pretty, eye-catching styles. Soon I had girls asking me to do their hair for special dates and trips home.

The makeup was sort of a spin off of the hair I suppose; I always did seem to have an eye for color and had done well in Art so when I found a book on makeup I jumped right in and read it cover to cover in one evening. I became a walking advertisement for my skills and my new found talent made me a big hit with girls who felt a need for more feminine expression but couldn't get the knack of using makeup beyond blue eye shadow.

"No kiss?" I tired dropping my head and looking up at her, hoping to melt that iceberg that she was using for a heart. "Not even one little one?"

She stared at me for a couple of seconds before she started to smile. I knew by that smile, the same one she used when she bet that she could make me into a girlie -girl, that I was in trouble.

"I suppose I could give you one little kiss," She teased. "Of course, there is just one teeny little condition."

Of course there would be a condition; there was always a condition when dealing with Holly. I wanted a few of her kisses and had to let her try to make me into a frilly piece of fluff; a job I was unexpectedly only too happy to do for her. Having happily become a frilly piece of fluff though I thought I'd be safe in accepting another condition figuring there wasn't any more she could do to me.

"You haven't contacted your parents since you came," She smiled sweetly which was my tip off that she planned on asking me to take a quick trip to the outer reaches of the universe. That was Holly's style; typical girl. Somehow, over the last three years my best friend, who would never have considered asking for more than a sip of a can of soda I might have, had done a one hundred and eighty degree turn and now thought nothing of asking me to move heaven and Earth on a whim.

The worst part of it all was that she had no doubt that I'd probably do anything she asked, all she'd need to do was to smile. If she promised me a kiss, there'd be no doubt, not a millisecond's hesitation, I'd do absolutely anything, I was sure of that and I was also sure that she knew it too.

What was I to do though? I was rooming with the most beautiful girl in the whole world; she was pretty, smart, funny, fun to be around, and she really did care about me. Okay, so it was a big - little sister sort of caring but with my being trapped in this twilight zone of gender it still felt great!

"I'm still upset about being sent here." I said softly, trying to keep from crying. "It's not easy to accept the fact that I'm stuck pretending to be a girl and it's my parent's fault."

"It's your fault Faith, you're here because of what you did, not what anyone else did. Your parents didn't set fire to the chemistry lab, you did. Grow up and accept responsibility for your own actions!"

"You're right, it was my fault," I reluctantly admitted. "But did they have to send me here? You even told me that they were going to send me here even before the fire, do they really hate me that much that they want to make a girl out of me?"

"They wanted to force you to calm down, to behave before you did something stupid but they didn't get to you in time. What if that fire at the school had spread, how many homes might have been lost, how many people left with nothing but the clothes on their backs? How would you have felt if someone had been hurt because of your stupidity?"

God, did she ever know how to send me into a guilt trip! What I thought would be funny could have harmed families living next to the school; it could have resulted in someone being seriously hurt. I figured the fire department would come flying to the school, sirens blaring, lights flashing, only to find the massive fire was a little smoke bomb. Sad to say but it never occurred to me that things would get as out of hand as they did or that someone could get hurt trying to put out the fire.

I couldn't bring myself to look in her eyes. "I'm a jerk, a total jerk. No wonder my parents hate me."

Holly quickly moved in and threw her arms around me. "No one hates you Faith, you made a mistake but no one got hurt. Your parents felt this was the best way to reach you, to teach you to care about others. They could have let the judge send you to a jail for kids but they fought to have you sent here. You wouldn't stand a chance in jail; you're not that tough, they'd have eaten you alive there."

She kissed my head and gently ran her fingers through my hair. "Forgive them please, they love you and want to help."

"How can I face them like this though?" I asked, gesturing to my clothes. "I feel ridiculous enough running around here dressed like this, I'd die of my parents saw me this way."

"They sent you here; they knew how you'd have to dress, so it's not going to be a surprise."

"I understand all that, but I just can't handle the idea of my parents seeing me like this; I'm sure dad would freak out and so would I." Holly just had to understand that facing my parents would be too tough; I could forgive them but I simply couldn't bring myself to sit there all prettied up and pretend that everything was normal.

Holly shook her pretty head and held me tight. "Your mom and dad have had plenty of time to adjust to how you look; it won't be surprise at all. Actually, they both think you're very pretty."

"How could they possibly...?" I started to ask and then remembered Holly and her trusty digital camera, the one hooked up to the PC on her desk. She took pictures of me several times a week after my little fashion show that first week. She must have had a couple of megabytes of me in everything from my uniform to her prom gown. "You little snot, you sent them the pictures you've been taking!"

"Guilty as charged," She smiled and shrugged. "Your dad kept bugging me; every other day he'd Email me to see how you were doing, he and your mom were worried sick that you wouldn't be able to adjust to the routine here and would have to leave. I talked it over with Mrs. Williams and we decided that the best way to reassure your folks would be to show them just how well you were doing."

Dad, worried about me? I was overcome with a feeling of happiness; I was sure dad had simply written me off as some sort of pansy, it just never occurred to me that he cared. Just as quickly as the feeling came it disappeared and I felt like an ice cold hand had reached into my chest, grabbed my heart and was squeezing it. "Tell me you didn't send them pictures of me in my nightgowns and underwear!"

"Don't get your panties in a know little sister," She laughed. "You and I are the only ones who know what a real sissy you really are."

"I'm not a sissy!" I objected, rising up on my tip toes which inadvertently caused my chest to push forward.

"If you enjoy wearing frilly nightgowns and lace trimmed underwear you're either a girl or a sissy boy." She had an evil grin plastered across her face. I knew exactly where she was going and I knew she had me wrapped up like a gift under a Christmas tree. "So which are you, a sissy boy or a girl?"

"This is ridiculous; let's get back to my parents." I knew that I had absolutely no chance of changing the subject but I had to try.

"Are you a girl or a sissy boy?" Holly repeated, completely ignoring my feeble attempt to change the subject.

"All right, all right, I'm a girl." I mumbled, hoping she'd declare victory and move on.

Holly wasn't done with me yet though. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." I nodded my head hoping again that she'd call it quits.

"What kind of girl are you? Are you a girlie girl, perhaps?"

How could I have fallen in love with someone so bent on torturing me?

"Yes, I'm a girlie girl!" I almost shouted. "I love pretty clothes and makeup, and doing my hair, and bubble baths! I love being a girl!"

"That's what I thought," Holly laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "That was the kiss you wanted by the way."

"No, I wanted a real kiss, like the one you gave me that first night, like the ones you would have given me if you lost our bet!" It wasn't fair; she made me jump through hoops and wouldn't even give me my proper reward. Even circus animals got treated better than that for performing tricks.

"Sorry, but I told you that I only kiss boys." She flashed a smile and carefully brushed her hair from her face. "How can you expect me to kiss you after you just finished telling me that you're not just a girl, but a real girlie girl, and how much you love being a girl?"

"You tricked me!" I accused. "That was so totally unfair; you owe me a real kiss!

"I'll make you a deal little sister, if you go back to being a boy after your sentence is up, I'll not only kiss you; I'll even go on a date with you."

"You better believe you will," I said with an evil grin of my own. "But you'll not only kiss me and go out with me, you'll say yes when I ask you to marry me!"

"Ambitious, aren't we little sister?" She grinned and looked at me carefully. "You were sort of cute as a guy but you're an absolute doll as a girl. I doubt that Frank will ever come back but if he does I hope he looks me up; I think we might just be able to work something out."

"You can put money on it!" I vowed.

"Let's work on introducing your parents to their new daughter for now though, okay?" She smiled so sweetly making me think that I really struck a nerve by telling her my plans for us. I think that we both knew that I'd do anything she asked to keep her smiling that way.

"Could I use your PC, please?" I smiled back. "I'd like to do this before I change my mind."

"Good girl, Faith!" She cheered as I sat down at the PC. "This is going to be so cool!

I managed to type up a very nice message to my dad telling him that I was sorry for what I had done and that I was no longer upset with him and mom for sending me to Great Indian River. I said that I was doing very well in my classes and had made a lot of friends but that I missed him and mom and hoped they could visit soon.

It wasn't until I hit the "Send" button that I realized that without thinking I had called my father "Daddy". Too late to change it now, I shrugged. Holly had been right about the influence of my new surroundings, I took a great deal of pride in being able to look pretty, and now I was starting to think and talk like a girl. I'd have to be careful not to get too swept up in my new personality if I was going to claim Holly as my prize at the end of my sentence.

Now all I had to do was plan on what I'd wear and how I'd look when my parent's met their pretty daughter. I know that it seems really strange, but I really wanted my parents to be proud of the way I looked and hoped that the first thing they'd say was that I was very pretty.

Daddy broke all records when he sent a response to my Email within ten minutes; he must have been sitting at the PC when my message came in and just barely had time to talk to mom about it. He seemed so happy that I wanted them to visit and promised that they'd be there in two weeks. That gave me two weeks to become the girl I wanted my parents to meet; the smart, pretty, and happy girl I had somehow become.

Holly and my girlfriends gave me tons of tips on how to walk and act like a girl; keep my hear up, shoulders back, place one foot in front of the other to make a sort of gliding motion, bend to pick things up, smile a lot, I practiced everywhere I went until if I really concentrated on what I was doing I could walk as well as any genetic girl and move like a runway model! I worked very hard to learn my lessons even though I knew I'd have to work equally hard to forget them in two years; I couldn't afford to have a sexy little swing to my walk when I was a guy. What really bugged me though was Holly's constant teasing about how I was going to be a boy magnet when I finally gave in and went into town with her and some other girls and how I'd make a great "Trophy Girlfriend" for some lucky boy. How may times did I need to remind her that for the next two years I'd walk, talk, and act just like any other teenage girl but that was where it would all end; at nothing but a silly game. I would never become a boy magnet let alone a trophy of any sort for a boy. I'd be sweet Faith JoAnn Jordan for two years but then it was back to Frank Michael Jordan and his girlfriend and soon to be fiancée - Holly Lynn Binkler.

I was a bundle of nerves the week before my parents were expected; luckily my teachers understood and cut me slack when it seemed like my brain took a lunch break. I'd have to thank them somehow.

Since my parents were scheduled to arrive on Sunday I scheduled an afternoon of pampering at the beauty shop on Saturday. It was my second visit since I was sent to Great Indian River and of course my only voluntary one. I had my legs, arms, and eyebrows waxed and then got a massage to offset the pain the waxing had caused. Somehow, while I was drifting off into a world of bliss during my massage I even agreed to get nail extensions. There was something really weird about this place that could make me enjoy being turned into a sweet, submissive girl? Right then though I didn't care what it was, I was enjoying every single minute!

I was on pins and needles the next morning. Holly and I had long before decided on an outfit for me; a cute brown leather skirt that ended high enough to show off my pretty legs but low enough to keep daddy from having a bird when he saw me, a silky yellow blouse with sheer sleeves that looked great with my skirt, sheer and silky tan pantyhose, and brown suede knee length boots with a two inch heel to help me walk like a lady.

Of course underneath it all I wore a pale yellow satin bra, slip, and panty set that made me wonder why I wanted to be a boy when this was all over!

I did my own hair and makeup, the French Braid for my hair was my favorite style; it looked so totally chic and sophisticated, more of a young woman look instead of my usual teenager style. As I checked myself out one last time I regretted passing up a chance have my ears pierced; I could stand the pain of wearing my clip-on earrings for a few hours before I had to take them off. Since I was going to be stuck as a girl I wanted to look my best for myself and to make Holly happy and looking good for a girl my age definitely included pretty earrings. First thing Monday, once I finished studying and doing my homework, I'd head straight to the beauty shop and get my ears pierced.

Holly finished me off with a spray of her favorite cologne, I'd have to get mom too buy me some, it smelled so nice, and with my knees imitating a drummer pounding a fast and furious beat, we were off to the lounge to meet my folks.

"I missed you guys," I said shyly as I approached my stunned parents. "I guess I didn't realize how much you two really meant to me."

"Faith?" Mom stammered as she looked carefully at my face and then my outfit. "I never expected - "

It was just way too hard for me to resist teasing mom. "You bought me the outfit mom; do I look as good as you thought I would?"

"You're so pretty!" Dad exclaimed while mom tried to close her mouth. "I can't believe, I mean we never, it's just so - "

I had completely changed my opinion of daddy in the last couple of weeks; I was certain that he had forced mom to send me here; probably because he didn't think I was tough enough to meet his ex-marine standards. I thought he was horrible and rotten and didn't want anything to do with him anymore but when I fond out that he'd been worried about me I suddenly saw a side of my dad that I didn't realize existed; a sweet caring man who really loved me and had done what he thought was best to turn me around. No wonder mom had fallen in love with him; he wasn't a hard, uncaring ogre, he was a man who loved his family and wanted to keep me out of trouble. He had a really tough decision to make but he made what he thought was best for me. The look on his face told me that he'd succeeded beyond his wildest dreams; instead of a wild, troublemaking son he now had a sweet, pretty, and loving daughter. I was so completely thrilled that he thought I looked pretty that I just had to give him a kiss. There would have been no way I'd have done it a short while ago but now it seemed to be the best way to show how much I cared.

"Thanks daddy," I smiled and kissed him on his cheek. "I love you so much."

I was in his arms and being held tightly before I could blink. I threw my arms around him and hugged him back feeling an awesome sense of security.

"Daddy" He repeated seeming a little confused. "I'm daddy now? Is this really happening?"

"What's wrong daddy, I thought you and mom wanted to turn me into a girl, isn't that why you sent me here?"

"It was a last resort," Dad sighed deeply. "It seemed crazy to me but your mom and Holly's family convinced me to give it a try. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine daddy, thanks for being concerned about me." He stiffened slightly as I kissed his cheek.

Mom and Holly stood smiling as they clicked away with their cameras.

"This is so nice," Mom said with a huge smile. "We were so worried that you would try to run away or that you'd never want to see us again. I can't get over how well you seem to have adjusted."

"It's nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be," I smiled and looked over at Holly. "Like I said, I've got bunches of friends and a really cool roomie! You two are just going to have to get used to having a daughter around for a little while."

"I guess I can't complain," dad relaxed as he gave me another hug. "I've got two of the most beautiful ladies in the world!"

I gave him a sharp poke in his ribs. "You have the two most beautiful ladies!"

"Are you sure you're the same kid I dropped off a month or so ago?" He asked when he recovered from the unexpected loss of breath.

"Nope, I kinda doubt it," I teased. "You dropped off a boy named Frank; do you see any boys around here?"

"Not a one," He smiled and then bent over to kiss my cheek. "Nothing but two beautiful ladies."

"Ahem, just two beautiful ladies?" Holly chimed in from behind dad.

Dad looked at her and grinned. "Well there are three but I was afraid that my wife and daughter would get jealous if I included you Holly."

"I'll understand," Mom promised.

"Me too daddy," I agreed. "After all, Holly will be a member our family one of these days."

Mom shot a glance at Holly who shrugged her shoulders. "It would be lovely to have you Holly dear."

"Let's not get too carried away Faith my dear," Holly said firmly. "You've got to get out of here and win my heart first."

"No sweat," I said confidently. "You won't be able to resist my charms."

Dad looked at mom and then gave me a thorough going over. I could almost read his mind; he was wondering if he'd have a daughter for life.

"Just wait and see daddy." I interrupted his train of thought. "You're going to be surprised."

"I don't doubt it," He said softly, thinking I wouldn't hear him.

"Enough girl watching for me though," He quickly changed topics. "Mom and I have something for you out in the car."

Something turned out to be a brand new, state of the art computer system!

"You'll pay us back with Emails," Dad said in as serious a tone as he could manage while trying not to smile. "If we don't hear from you at least once a week, I'll give this to some other deserving girl here."

"I'll stay in touch on one condition." I countered. "You two have to visit at least once a month; a girl can get awfully lonely without her mother and daddy."

Mom was ready to cry so she grabbed me and gave me a big hug to hide her tears. With parents like these I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Dad helped me set up my new PC but was then shooed out of the room by mom. "Isn't there a game on," She smiled. "I want to spend some time with my daughter for a little girl talk."

Dad knew when he wasn't wanted. He gave mom and me a kiss and then he was off with Holly showing him to the lounge to catch the World Series.

"What happened?" Mom asked abruptly as the door closed behind dad and Holly. "At first I thought this was a bad joke on your part but now I can't be sure. My son is standing here looking like the winner of some Junior Miss contest and his father is eating out of his hand."

"It's no joke mom," I explained, shaking my head. "It was really weird; Holly got me into some of that pretty things you bought me and the next thing you know I was hooked. Here, let me show you the damage."

I turned on Holly's PC and brought up all of the pictures she'd taken of me, taking special care to show off the ones of me modeling the lingerie and wearing my baby-doll nightgowns.

"That got me started but after that it's just unreal peer pressure; I can't seem to help myself, I have this need to fit in, to be just like the other girls. It's been three weeks now that I've been allowed to wear slacks but I prefer skirts and dresses instead. Holly bet me that I was really a girlie girl and I gave her a week to prove it; it took all of three days to switch me from Snakes and Snails to Sugar and Spice."

"I had a feeling about you," Mom smiled as she clicked through the different shots of me in pretty outfits. "Something told me that your macho routine was just an act, that you weren't the rough and nasty boy others thought you were."

"But I'm not really a girlie girl mom, it's all for show, for Holly. I've fallen in love with her and want to do things to keep her happy. After I'm through here I'll show her that I can be the kind of guy she needs; one that will love her and take care of her."

Mom shook her head and smiled at me. "That's sweet Faith, and you just might pull it off, but there won't be any shame if you decide to follow her example. I'm sure you could make a wonderful wife for some very lucky man."

I shook my head to let mom know how wrong she was but I couldn't bring myself to say what I feared; that I would happily follow Holly's lead and stay in the life that seemed to fit me perfectly.

"Enough of that," Mom expertly redirected the conversation again. "I have a little gift for you myself, it's not quite as elaborate as that PC but I think you'll like it."

With that she opened her purse, fished around for a second or two and then presented me with a Master Card with Faith Joanne Jordan on it.

"Since you haven't been shopping yet, I didn't know if there was a store you preferred so I thought this would be best."

"Mom, you're the best!" I squealed in delight. "I'm sort of afraid to go shopping but there are all kinds of pretty outfits I want in the catalogues!"

"You can't be serious!" Mom laughed. "No self respecting girl is afraid to shop; especially girls who look like you do. Catalogues are fine in a pinch but there's nothing that brings out the best in a girl like a good old fashioned Shop Till You Drop excursion! I forgot to mention that dad and I are spending the week visiting with Holly's family. I've already made plans with her mom to take you girls out shopping tomorrow evening after class. We're going to do some serious shopping so leave the frills behind, okay?"

I stood there stricken dumb. Holly and every last one of my girlfriends had coaxed me to go shopping with them but I'd always weaseled out; one look at mom and I knew there'd be no escape; Shop till You Drop wasn't a saying to her, it was a way of life!

Mom went through my closet and all of my drawers doing an inventory on what I had and what I needed. Occasionally she'd say something about adding a skirt, or a different style of dress, but it was when she examined my lingerie drawer that she seemed to get pretty worked up.

"I see you've been making good use of the pretty things I picked out for you Faith," She beamed. "I was worried that I might have gone a little overboard but I just had a feeling that once you found out how nice they felt you'd put them to good use."

I had to give mom a big hug to thank her for taking that chance on me. "That was so sweet of you mom, I was really upset with you at first but now I just love the way I feel when I wear pretty underwear!"

"Nothing makes a woman feel better than wearing something deliciously feminine, it's a huge advantage we have over men!"

"It's just great to wear something really sexy under my plain old uniform," I giggled as I thought of wearing lace panties under my uniform. "I guess it's what really helped me fit in around here; I can't possibly think of myself as a boy when I've got such pretty things on!"

"Being a girl only improves as you get older," Mom confided as we hugged again. "When you're little you get to wear fancy petticoats and ruffled panties under party dresses, then stockings as you get a little older, as a teenager you get introduced to more womanly lingerie with lace, satin, and bras designed to show off your developing breasts, on your honeymoon you can tempt your poor husband with satin and lace, and later you drive the poor man crazy with black lace, garter belts, and even sexier bras that make him putty in your hands. Men like to think that they have all of the power in this world but in reality a beautiful, feminine, woman who knows how to tempt a man with sexy lingerie can bring the most powerful man around to her way of thinking."

"I'll remember that when I marry Holly, she won't be able to pull any of her tricks on me!"

"We'll see honey; you may end up as the one pulling the tricks you know."

"I guess anything's possible mom," I admitted with a nervous laugh. What could have made mom think that I'd never go back to being a boy? "I never thought I'd be talking to my mother about how much I love feeling all pretty and feminine, that's for sure. I'm still certain that it's going to be me and Holly forever though."

Mom smiled and said that she understood before doing her trademarked subject switch on me. I was sure that we were going to have a long mother daughter talk about my future but of course mom had other ideas.

"We're going to have a fabulous time Monday evening, just you, me, Faith, and her mom. It's going to be a girl's night out, no boys allowed! Wear something really comfortable that's easy to get on and off because I plan on having you try on a ton of pretty outfits. We've got to stock up on slacks for you now that you're allowed to wear them."

"You want me to wear slacks?" I made a face to show my feelings about wearing slacks. "But I like being all dressed up mom; slacks won't be as much fun as a pretty dress."

"Trust me, you'll be every bit as pretty in a pair of slacks or even a pair of jeans as you are in your favorite dress. Being pretty isn't just the outfit honey; it's the girl in the outfit."

"I hope so mom; it's just that going out in public scares me to death! I'm afraid that people will start pointing and laughing at me. At least if I'm wearing a dress and makeup I think I look more like a girl."

Mom picked up a brush from my vanity and began to brush my hair. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm not going to let anyone laugh at my daughter. You're going to be so pretty and feel so good that people will stare just to get a glimpse of the beautiful young woman."

Mom showed up exactly on time the next evening. I had on a short denim skirt, pullover top, and sneakers with my hair tied back in a ponytail and minimal makeup. Truthfully, I felt stark naked; I wanted to wear the most feminine outfit in my closet in hopes of throwing anyone who might be suspicious of me off the scent but Holly wouldn't allow it.

"Girls do not shop in evening gowns little sister," She insisted as I tugged my skirt over my hips. "This is supposed to be fun so lighten up!"

"How do I do that?" I pleaded, "Who's going to believe that I'm really a girl? Other than clothes, hair and makeup, I don't know the first thing about being a girl! Don't you get it, my outfits are my security blankets, I need them to make me act like a girl."

"Relax already will you please?" Holly sighed deeply. "I don't know how to tell you this but there isn't a single thing about you that says "Boy". It would take a ton of work on your part to convince anyone that you really are a boy. I'll bet that you're wearing those pink lace panties you like so much, aren't you?"

"Uh huh, the bra too." I shrugged. "Does it make a difference?"

"Let's just put it like this little sister of mine, if you really thought of yourself as a boy you wouldn't have worn those panties and that bra. You would have worn the plain, white cotton panties and bra you wore when you first came here."

"Yuck!" I exclaimed without thinking. "They're no fun!"

"You could have borrowed a pair of jeans from me, you know that we're the same size; but no, you had to wear a skirt. Face it doll, you're a girl, you just haven't admitted it to yourself yet. Enough talk, our mothers are waiting!"

Holly threw me my jacket and purse and practically dragged me to the lounge.

"You're right," I heard Holly's mom say to mine. "She is adorable!"

"I told you she was a doll mom," Holly added. "She's worried that people will think she's a boy."

"Sweetheart, they're more likely to think that I'm a boy before they'd ever believe that you are." Mrs. Binkler told me with a smile. "You are a very pretty young lady and we are going to have a great time tonight."

I was so thrilled with the compliment that I didn't notice mom and Holly each taking one of my arms until it was too late and I was on my way out of the building.

"Can't we talk about this? There are all kinds of perfectly good outfits available through the catalogue, there's no need for me to go shopping. Besides, I think I forgot to do some of my homework."

My protests fell on deaf ears though and soon we were pulling into the mall parking lot.

"My homework..." I cried feebly.

"You're such a suck up you've probably gotten all of your homework done for the week, don't you!" Holly challenged.

"But I should be looking it over!"

"Did your dear daughter mention that she's now a straight A student? Does that sound like a girl who might have forgotten to do her homework?"

"Straight A's?" Mom gasped in disbelief. "Are you joking?"

"High honors for the semester so far." Holly added helpfully. I'd have to remember to strangle her when we got back to the dorm.

I thought I'd take my best shot at squirming out of the limelight. "I was going to tell you but I guess I got caught up in all of the excitement of going shopping."

"You look better than I did at your age and you're an honor student?" I was starting to worry about wrecking if mom got any more excited but I just had to correct her.

"Honors aren't announced this early, I do have the best grades in my class though."

"She has the best grades in the whole stinking school, actually." Holly mocked. "Since when were you ever smarter than me

"Who are you and what did you do to my son?" Mom joked.

"I didn't do anything to your son, if I remember correctly you and daddy turned him into a girl." See how you like that mom!

"Wait until your dad hears about this, he'll never believe it!"

"I've got the certificates to prove it."

"God almighty," Mom whispered loud enough for me to hear.

"You can say that again," I agreed when I suddenly realized that we were at the doors to the mall and I was about to be presented to the public as a teenage girl.

An hour and several outfits later mom decided that we needed a break. We all trooped after her with me thinking we were going to the food court. I honestly had forgotten all about being a boy until I noticed that we were walking straight towards the Women's bathroom.

"Mom, please, I can't go in there; I could get arrested for that."

Just then the door swung open and a pack of giggling girls poured out. I heard a familiar voice call my name as one of the girls rushed over, threw her arms around me, and started dancing with me.

"Faith, how's my favorite tutor?"

That voice and enthusiasm could only belong to one girl, my friend Jill.

"Just great Jill," I shot a glance at Holly. "Even considering that my ex-best friend Holly and our mothers tricked me into going shopping with them."

"Shopping's almost as much fun as shooting pool with my boyfriend!" Jill laughed. "I make him kiss me for every point I beat him by."

She looked at my group and asked which lady my mom was. I did a quick introduction and hoped she'd be a little more low keyed before mom found out a few more things that I wanted to keep secret.

"You've got a great daughter, Mrs. Jordan." Jill raved despite my anxious looks. "She's pretty, smart, and saved my butt in Geometry class. Heck, she saved a couple of us girls with her tutoring."

I saw mom's face brighten up and knew I was sunk. "I'm learning all sorts of things about this amazing daughter of mine. I can't wait to tell her father how wonderful his baby girl really is!"

"You're a daddy's girl?" Jill squealed again. "That is so cute! I'll bet he keeps a picture of you in his wallet right?"

"I don't really have any ...."

"Not only in his wallet, he even had one framed for our bedroom wall." Mom grinned. "He had high hopes for his little girl and it seems as though she's already exceeded them."

"Yeah, bet on it!" Another one of my tutoring students piped in. "She's the best thing that happened to Great Indian River since I came her three years ago. She's been helping me with Chemistry; it's just so simple after she explains it."

"I s'pose it must be an undiscovered talent." I smiled and shrugged as mom looked on proudly. "It all seems so easy to me for some reason, who knew?"

After an uneventful journey into the forbidden world of the women's bathroom, mom insisted on doing some lingerie shopping.

"I saw a few things I wanted to pick up for you honey, they're boy's things but I think it'll be okay if you wear them."

Boy's things, in the lingerie department? It was goofy enough for boys to spend time at a school where they have to dress and act like girls but since when did they sell boring boy's clothes alongside pretty underwear?

"I think these will go nicely under your low rise jeans," Mom turned and handed me a pair of panties that were full cut like boy's underwear, made to ride low on the hips, and consisted entirely of black lace. "I hope you don't mind wearing boy cut underwear?"

God, was it possible for my heart to beat nay faster? I loved the pretty panties mom had originally gotten for me but the panties I held in my hand were indescribably sexy, feminine, and completely to die for!

I gave mom a big hug and kiss; she was the sweetest mom in the whole wide world! "No, I swear I won't mind wearing them mom. I'm positive that they'll be my favorite panties; they're so pretty that I'll never want to take them off"

"We can't have you wearing the same panties day after day honey; a girl needs some variety in her wardrobe. How about if I buy you another pair or two so that you have something to choose from?"

"You're great mom; have I ever mentioned that I love you?"

"Not since you were about nine years old, you seemed to think that boys shouldn't say that to their mothers."

"I'm not a boy now and I really, really, love you so much!" I told her as I started grabbing pink, blue, white, cream, and blue panties to add to my collection. "Do you suppose they might have bras to match these?"

Lucky break for me, there just happened to be bras to match my new panties; I picked out enough to provide me with a bra and panty set every day for two weeks without having to wash.

Back in my dorm room I soaked in a nice hot bubble bath and then slipped on a pair of the most heavenly feeling panties I'd ever worn. Of course, the black ones were my choice for my first pair of boy cut panties. It seemed so funny to me that something called "Boy cut" could make me feel so pretty and so very feminine.

Before they left the next weekend mom, dad, and I went to dinner at a very fancy restaurant. As a surprise for dad, mom and I decided to wear matching outfits; little black dresses that we'd bought on the previous weekend's shopping trips. My dress was sleeveless with a cute pink jacket with black lapels while mom's had a black jacket with pink accents. We decided to wear our hair the same way and we both bought black suede boots to complete our look. I couldn't wait to see the look on daddy's face; I hoped he'd be proud of his dates!

I was feeling very poised and confident until we actually walked into the restaurant; then I started to shake and tremble like a little kid watching a scary movie. I'd been wearing dresses for almost two straight months at school but what was I thinking walking around in public in a dress? It was bad enough doing it at the mall where I could keep moving and everyone was more interested in shopping but people were turning and looking at us, at me, when we walked to our table! Daddy seemed to sense my fear and placed my arm through his as mom slipped her arm in on the other side; he smiled at me and told me everything was fine and then followed the waiter to our table.

"Calm down Faith," He whispered as I continued to tremble. "They're all looking at me and thinking how lucky I am to have two beautiful women as my dinner dates."

I tried to mimic mom and remember how I'd seen women act in movies; I waited patiently while the waiter pulled out my chair and then carefully brushed my skirt as I sat butt first.

Mom whispered that I was doing fine; dad complimented me so much that I finally had to remind him that as much as I appreciated it he did have a wife who might like a few compliments too! Things were going just great until I forgot myself and asked for a refill of my soft drink.

I wanted to crawl under the table since I was sure that the waiter would break up laughing over hearing my voice and realizing that the pretty young lady was really a boy. It blew my mind though when he never batted an eyelash but smiled and said that he'd be right back with my drink.

"See, there's nothing to worry about Faith." Mom said softly. "Now just relax and enjoy being a pretty young lady, okay?"

It really was enjoyable, I can't argue about that; the waiter treated me like a princess, and I got tons of smiles and admiring looks when dad led me to the dance floor. If anyone else suspected that I was really a boy in a pretty dress it sure didn't seem to matter; I was just a pretty girl dancing with her daddy. It was just so cool: I was just as much a girl here in town as I was in school! It was like being in a dream; I wasn't Frank the rotten, dumb kid, always in some trouble, whose parents cringed when he was near. I was Faith, the sweet, smart, pretty, and popular girl whose parents loved her very much! I promised myself that when I got back home I'd do everything I could to make my parents proud of me and erase the shame they must have felt.

Sure, a lot of the kids back home would expect me the same old Frank but I was going to turn over a new leaf and show them the a new Frank, well behaved, smart, and with a gorgeous girlfriend named Holly! In the meantime though I was going to drop what little resistance I had to being a girl and enjoy my time at good old Great Indian River or as the other girls called it "Girl Center".

This time I followed mom into the Ladies room without even hesitating; as we repaired our makeup and checked our hair I told her how glad I was that she and daddy had sent me to Girl Center.

She seemed happy but puzzled "You're throwing in the towel already? Was Holly that much of an influence on you?"

"You're being silly mother," I grinned after touching up my lipstick. "No, I'm not throwing in the towel, but I think it should be folded neatly and put back in the drawer for a couple of years if you and daddy don't mind."

That got me a big hug that nearly kept me from breathing. "Easy mom, I've gotten kinda used to breathing, you know?"

"Sorry honey, it's just that your father and I are so thrilled with the change in you; we were so worried that you wouldn't fit in here."

"I can't really figure out what happened mom but being a girl really seems so right for me, at least right now that is. I'm still planning to switch back and marry Holly when it's all over though."

"That's fine, she's a sweet girl and we all love her but you might just change your mind about being a boy again by the time I'm done with you." She said softly but with a gleam in her eye that told me she meant business. "At your age girls are learning what it means to be a woman and you're not going to be any different. We'll see if you still want to be a boy once you've had a real taste of growing up as a young woman!"

"It sounds scary mom, but scary like a roller coaster, I can't wait!"

Mom didn't waste any time in her quest to turn me into the young woman she thought I should be; a little while after our dinner she subscribed me to several magazines to help me learn more about what girls my age were interested in. Some of the articles were downright stupid; girls writing about how their boyfriends were cheating with their best friends, how they got Zits the night before the prom, or how they got tongue tied when talking to a boy they thought was cute. There were a bunch of other articles though on the latest hair styles and fashions that I practically memorized. I put notes on the pages of the magazines so that I could go right to them when I was ready to try a few hairstyles on myself or place a catalog order with my new credit card.

Report cards were issued in early November and it was official; I had the highest grade point average in the school! All of my hard work had paid off; I had gotten straight A's on every test in every class and for the first time in my life had a grade point average of 4.0, two and a half points higher than I had in my last school It was going to be awfully tough to get used to that instead of being the class clown and troublemaker, I was now the one to beat for all of the overachievers at my school.

Of course I immediately told mom and daddy; it had become so important to me in the last couple of months to have their approval and achieving high honors would lock that up with no effort. Daddy promised to celebrate by taking his lovely wife and daughter to dinner and mom promised me another shopping spree.

I hadn't been out of the dorm since the last time my parents had come for a visit and even the thoughts of a shopping spree or delicious dinner couldn't keep me from worrying about not being able to pass as a girl. I know I didn't have any problems the last time and Holly, ever the helpful friend, kept telling me to shut up and relax, but I worried more about passing as a girl than I did about passing my classes. My classes I could study for; acting like a girl seemed impossible to me.

Girls were so different than boys and not in just the way they looked and dressed either. As a boy if I met another boy I knew we might shake hands but two girls in the same situation would squeal and hug each other. Even after three months at girl center, it still felt odd to hug although Jill was doing her very best to get me used to it.

Jill is a real sweetie; there's just no other word that can describe her. She's cute, she's popular with boys, and she always wears nice outfits, but that really doesn't describe the real Jill. The real Jill is all of those things but if you asked who the sweetest girl at the school was, it would be a unanimous vote for Jill. She was always ready to listen to another girl's problems, whether they were family problems, or problems with boys, Jill could be counted on to listen sympathetically and offer helpful suggestions. If a girl needed a special outfit for a date she knew that all she had to do was to ask Jill and a wardrobe of gorgeous outfits would be at her disposal.

Yep, Jill was a sweetie all right but somewhere under that sweet exterior was a nuclear reactor supplying unreal, nearly inexhaustible amounts of energy. Like I said, she loved to hug, and when she hugged you she had this irresistible urge to swing you around in a brief dance like she did to me at the mall. Your size wasn't important to Jill; her enthusiasm was more than enough to get past her petite frame when she was in her hug mode.

Getting back to my problem though; I was scared to death of having someone recognize me as a boy. It was almost like being anorexic; my friends would tell me that I was pretty but when I looked in the mirror it didn't matter if I was wearing the prettiest outfit in my closet and had spent hours on my hair and makeup, I still saw a boy reflected back at me. When I was shopping with mom or out to dinner with her and daddy I felt exhausted from trying to remember how to do everything the way a girl would by the time we were done. At school it was no problem; I was all girl. Out in public though I was shaking like a leaf in a wind storm. Worst of all, I looked like a boy!

Without bragging or anything, if you saw me from the chest up you'd never think that I was anything but a girl; a pretty girl. Once you got past my fake bust though you'd soon notice that I didn't have the same shape as other girls my age; my hips were small for a girl and I had no butt at all. Dresses were designed to help define a girl's curves and they helped a little but pants were a whole different thing. If I wanted to look good in slacks I needed wider hips and a bigger butt.

Holly had warned me about the peer pressure when I first started but I never thought it would bother me; it was just so silly to imagine that I'd ever care about passing as a girl. Just because I was forced to live and go to school as a girl that was no reason why I'd want to look and act like one. Yet here I was three months later wishing that I had wider hips, a more rounded butt, and looked as good in slacks as Holly did.

Holly came to my rescue when I explained that I wanted to wear a pair of leather pants to dinner with my folks but didn't have the necessary assets to make them look right. She spent a few minutes poking around in some boxes in her closet before happily announcing that she had found the solution to my problems. She backed out and held out what looked like a pair of panties and some pieces of foam rubber.

"I wore this until the hormones started to kick in," She explained. "It's a special panty girdle that pads out your hip sand butt to give you a really cute shape. It might feel uncomfortable at first, you know with things getting squashed, but you'll get used to it and you'll love the way it makes you look."

She had me strip to my panties as she inserted the foam rubber into pockets that had been built into the sides and back of the girdle.

"Now, tuck yourself away neatly and pull your panties tight." She ordered.

"Tuck what, where?" I asked stupidly. Stupidly, because Holly shook her head, looked at me as though she was dealing with a moron, then reached into my panties, shoved my nuts up into my stomach, pushed my poor weenie back between my legs and tugged my panties until I thought she'd bring the waistband up to my chin.

"Put this on and pull it tight too," She said with all the kindness of a Marine Drill Instructor. "Then look in the mirror."

"Yes sir!" I squeaked when I was able to catch my breath. I stepped into the girdle and pulled it tight as instructed by my friendly Drill Instructor roommate. I turned and looked in the mirror and then gathered Holly into a hug dance that Jill would've been proud of!

"This is so fantastic!" I kept repeating as I danced around the room with her in my arms. "I can't wait to see how I look in my leather slacks!"

"Good, then put me down and go look." Holly moaned as I continued to swing her around. "You've been spending way too much time with Jill."

I rushed to my closet, grabbed my new slacks and quickly pulled them up and fastened them.

"Oh yes baby, I look hot!" I laughed as I admired my new figure.

"What boy could resist a girl with looks, brains, and modesty?" Holly quipped sarcastically.

"Thanks Holly," I told her before giving her a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "You're a real life saver."

I finished dressing in a white silk blouse and brown leather pants, and then reached under my bed and pulled out the shoes I planned on wearing, three inch high pumps with a stiletto heel.

"You're wearing those shoes?" Holly stared in amazement as I slid them on my stocking feet. "You'll kill yourself."

"Nah, I've been practicing for a couple of weeks now," I said proudly as I walked across the room, spun around and walked back. "I like the way they make my butt wiggle without having to think about it."

"Do you realize the effect you'll have on any poor boy that might see you?" She teased.

"Probably the same effect you had on me that night when you shoved your tongue down my throat." I smiled as I brushed mascara onto my eyelashes. "But I'm only doing this to be able to pass; I don't want anyone to even start to think that I'm really a guy."

Holly whistled softly. "Trust me dear little sister that is not likely to happen when you look like that."

Mom and daddy were thrilled to see how I was dressed.

"Slacks?" Daddy teased. "I thought you wore nothing but dresses and skirts?"

I gave him a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. "It's a little cold daddy, and I wanted to show off the pretty outfit mom got me the last time you guys came to visit."

"Doesn't she look great honey?" Mom prodded. "I wish I looked that good."

"You probably did when you were my age mom; you still look fabulous now."

"Brains, beauty, and charm all in one package," dad laughed. "It's so hard to believe what this lovely young lady used to be."

"I love you guys," I whispered softly. "I'm sorry for what I was like, I'll never act like that again, I promise."

"We love you too Faith," Daddy told me when he kissed me. "You're making us so proud of you."

It was a magical evening; the food was just as delicious as the last time and dancing in my heels made me feel all funny inside; as if I was really a girl. I had Holly take pictures of us back at the dorm so that if I was ever feeling a little sad I could always call up my pictures and cheer up.

The next morning mom took me shopping; since I had plenty of clothes we decided to run up daddy's charge in jewelry stores.

"It's very pretty mom," I admired a necklace with an emerald surrounded by diamonds that she was holding. "It's a little too expensive though, don't you think?"

"Not at all," mom insisted. "You do have a green dress to wear with it, don't you?"

"Uh huh, that cute green one with the white collar you bought me, remember?"

"Oh yes, the one that shows off your pretty legs. You should wear your heels with that dress, it will drive boys wild."

I tried to imagine myself in that short green dress, the one that came to mid thigh, with my heels. No doubt about it, I would be a total babe and from personal experience I knew boys would love the way I looked.

"That sounds a little too dangerous mom; I don't want to drive boys crazy."

"It can't be helped Faith," she commented as she bought the necklace and matching earrings. ""You're an extremely attractive young woman and boys are going to want to get to know you. It's all part of the experience of growing up for a girl."

"But mom, I don't want to grow up as a girl. I want to grow up as a guy and marry Holly."

"That sounds like a wonderful plan Faith," mom said as we browsed the ladies watches and bracelets. "But if you don't date you're going to be stuck here alone for two years and that's not healthy for someone your age. Holly told us that lots of girls date local guys; some have even gotten married as women. Your father and I don't expect that you'll go that far, we just want you to relax and have a little fun, okay?"

I knew there was no use in arguing with mom; she had this idea that I was going to be a girl for two years and she expected me to play the part. I didn't want to upset her but I sure didn't want to date so I figured that the best thing to do was to agree to think about it and then do nothing.

"I'll think about it mom," I promised. "I guess it wouldn't be too bad."

Too bad, it would be awful! I liked girls; I mean I really, really like girls. Especially pretty girls like Holly. It was a shame that I had to be a girl for a couple of years but that wasn't going to make me start wanting to date or God forbid, make out with guys.

"Good girl, now which one of these watches would you like?"

And that was that as far as mom was concerned; I was a girl, if only temporarily, girls date, therefore I should date. Maybe I could convince Holly to go on a girl-girl kind of date; at least that way I wouldn't really have lied to mom.

Mom shot that idea full of holes as soon as we got back to the dorm.

"Faith's worried about being lonely," she told Holly as we walked into my room. "Maybe you two could double date until she gets used to being with boys."

Holly looked over at me and figured out what I was up to in a second. "I think that's a great idea. She's so cute; it's a shame to sit here doing nothing when she could be having fun. I know of a couple of guys that would be thrilled to take her out."

"Thanks Holly, I owe you for this one." If she was just a few feet closer and mom a few feet out the door, I would have paid her back right then!

"Thanks Holly, you've been a big help." Mom smiled and started to leave. "Keep me updated, okay?"

"My pleasure Mrs. Jordan!" Holly called out as mom left.

"Tried to BS your mom eh?" She laughed after mom was gone. "Guess she ain't quite as dumb as you think!"

"Lucky me, you weren't really serious about fixing me up with guys I hope?"

"I promised your mother, you wouldn't want me to break a promise would you? That might cause trouble if we ever do get married."

"I won't go so don't bother. Then it won't be your fault."

"I'll have to tell your mom if you keep turning down dates," she threatened. "You might as well give up; you know that you lost when your mom first brought up the idea."

Holly was right; once mom had an idea she made it work and it didn't matter to her what obstacles she had to overcome. She must have planned the whole thing out; take me shopping, casually mention dating, then spring her little trap when we got back to the dorm. Mom should have been a five star general with her ability to overcome any obstacle to reach her goal. If she had been in charge, the Second World War would have taken less than a month to win. Once the other side got wind of mom they would have surrendered rather than fight a losing battle.

"Go easy on me, please?" I begged. "I'll go nuts if a guy tries to kiss me."

I finally put the whole idea out of my mind; Holly never mentioned dating again and I wasn't going to bring it up. In any case, Thanksgiving was right around the corner and our families were going to get together and have dinner at Holly's parent's home. With luck mom would have forgotten the idea and I could relax and enjoy the masterpiece of a turkey dinner that Holly's mom always made.

Dinner was so delicious that I almost stocked my plate up a second time until a little voice in my head said that it wouldn't be very ladylike to make a pig of myself. I stopped and shook my head trying to figure out where in the world that voice had come from. Here I was, away from the campus, surrounded by people who knew I was really a boy, yet I couldn't kick back, relax, and be a boy. Months of behaving like a proper young lady had somehow gotten me into the habit of being a good little girl and I couldn't act any differently.

"You look very nice Faith," Holly's dad told me as I helped clear the table. "I understand you're doing pretty well at school."

"Thank you," I smiled, feeling good to get a compliment. "Yes, I really seem to get a lot more out of the classes now for some reason. I guess it's the way the teachers explain things, even geometry seems easy for me."

"Did mom tell you that Faith has the highest grades in the school?" Holly asked as she helped gather dishes. "She's so good that she tutors other girls in stuff like Geometry."

"How good are you at Geometry, for example?" Holly's brother Rob asked.

I couldn't resist the urge to brag a little. "The best grades Holly mentioned, they're all A's"

"You've got an A average in Geometry?" He seemed to be having a tough time concealing his amazement. "I've read through Holly's book trying to get some hints for my class, how can you understand all that crap, it's worse than my book?"

"I don't know," I shrugged and smiled. "For some reason it all seems so simple to me."

"Y' know, I hate to ask but I've got this major test coming up next week in Geometry and I'm lost. If you could sort of give me a little help, I'd really appreciate it."

He sounded desperate, just like the girls I tutor at school sounded. "Sure, how about after desert?"

We had some of Mrs. Binkler's famous apple pie, topped of course with a generous amount of whipped cream and a scoop of ice cream, and then Rob and I started on Geometry.

"You're actually having fun," he commented as I showed him how a shortcut for several proofs. "That's not natural!"

"Geometry doesn't have to be confusing," I laughed. "It's all based on logic and once you understand the basic principles they can't throw anything at you that you can't handle."

I demonstrated another couple of proofs before letting him try a few on his own. He was tickled pink to find that he really could do the problems without help.

"You must have some fantastic teacher," He laughed after breezing through another half dozen problems. "Maybe I should transfer there."

I looked at him and started to laugh uncontrollably. Six feet two inches tall, broad shoulders, and a very masculine looking face; it was hilarious to picture him in a pleated skirt and uniform blouse!

"I don't think you'd fit in." I said with a smile.

"It's not the teachers," Holly added. "I have the same class and she has to tutor me. Face it, we're in the presence of genius."

I started blushing and then noticed that Rob was staring at me.

"You're a guy, aren't you?" He suddenly asked.

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