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GIRL Center - A Leap of Faith

Karen Elizabeth L.

© Copyright 2003

Part 3

 

"Robert, you're being rude!" Mr. Binkler screamed. "Please apologize to the young lady this instant."

"I'm sorry Faith; I didn't mean it that way. I really appreciated your help; it's just that I had a different sort of person pictured from what I'd heard about you. I mean you're the Hell Raiser who set the chem Lab on fire, the one that used to get into all sorts of trouble with Holly."

"That would be me," I blushed. "Or I guess that was me; things are a little different for me now."

Something in his eyes scared me. I mean he wasn't going to hit me or anything, he just had a faraway look that made me wonder what he was thinking.

"Seems like a long time ago, huh?"

"A lifetime!" I giggled. What was going on here? This guy was obviously flirting with me and I was eating it up!

"Was it tough to get used to?" He asked with a smile that made me feel odd; I had this warm feeling creeping over me.

I smiled back, answered his question and soon we were deep in conversation about me and thirty minutes had passed before I realized that Holly was gone. I was laughing and having a great time talking to Rob; he was almost as much fun as his sister and I was sure that he'd be a blast to have as a brother-in-law after Holly and I got married.

The next morning at breakfast Rob asked if Holly and I wanted him to drive us into town for the start of the Christmas shopping season. I tried to back out but to my amazement he smiled and said I shouldn't worry.

"Even if I swore to my friends that you were a guy; which I'd never think of doing by the way, they'd never believe me. You're really pretty and you act just like any other girl I know. Maybe you don't realize it but you're definitely a girl"

Mom had told me pretty much the same thing a hundred times and each time I hotly denied it; yet when Rob said it I just blushed and smiled. Something about his voice and his smile was just so reassuring but why did it make me feel so good to have him tell me that he thought of me as a pretty girl?

As a matter of fact it made me feel so good that Rob, a guy who I was sure any girl would be interested in, thought that I made a pretty girl that I decided not to worry and quickly grabbed my purse and coat to join Holly in hunt for sales!

At first I didn't think I needed any more outfits but then I spotted the perfect dress for the upcoming holidays; it was dark red velvet with and empire waist and a white lace bib and accent around the short sleeves. I was disappointed that it only came to mid thigh on me; it was an otherwise gorgeous dress but too short.

"You're not putting that back are you?" Holly asked as I placed the dress back on it's hanger. "That dress is perfect for you!"

"I'd catch a serious cold wearing this," I laughed but I was still a little flattered that she'd think I'd look good in such a revealing outfit.

"Get real, will you?" She teased. "Picture yourself all dolled up for Christmas, your hair and makeup are perfect as usual, you're wearing that dress and showing off your sexy legs and butt, and you're wearing a pair of red pumps just like your brown ones. "You'll look beautiful and most important of all you'll feel beautiful; you won't even begin to think of yourself as a teenage boy playing dress up. Just like everyone who will see you you'll think of yourself as a beautiful, poised, elegant, young woman."

"Mom would be thrilled if I could pull that off," I was thinking out loud. "She wants me to be more than just a girl while I'm here; she said that she wants me to go all out just like you said; makeup, sexy clothes, the whole shooting match. I think she wants to see if I can pull off looking like a woman instead of a teenager."

"It wouldn't even be a challenge for you Faith, why not give it a shot and make your mom happy?"

"You talked me into it," I giggled as I set the dress aside with other items I wanted to buy. "Don't tell anyone but I secretly wanted to buy that dress; it feels so good to have mom and daddy pleased with me."

"I don't suppose that you also like the way you look in it?"

"Never entered my mind," I grinned as I remembered how great it felt when I looked in the mirror.

Holly bought an identical dress in green; we planned on presenting ourselves as sisters to our families, and we both picked up some very pretty lingerie and ultra sheer and silky pantyhose to make us feel as sexy and feminine as possible. Her parents weren't likely to be surprised at the way Holly would look and I didn't think mom would be too shocked with me but I figured that with any luck I'd be the center of attention and I couldn't wait to see the effect I'd have on the guys. I couldn't seem to help wondering if Rob would like the way I looked.

Later at Holly's, after we'd had our fill of shopping, Rob challenged me and Holly to a game of trivia questions. It turned out that he was less interested in the game than in me.

"How was your shopping trip?" He asked early in the game. "Find anything you liked?"

"Yes, it was okay," I smiled politely hoping he'd concentrate on the game instead of me; I didn't know how to deal with the feelings he was causing in me. "I found a few things, thanks."

I thought that would have cooled him off but after about ten minutes he was right back.

"Do you think you'll finish the semester with high honors?"

"That's a silly question," I said, feeling slightly insulted. "I've made it through three months getting grades I never thought possible before so obviously I have what it takes, don't you think?"

"Sorry, I meant to ask if you felt a lot of pressure. But yes, I do think that you have what it takes." He looked me right in the eye and smiled. Were we still talking about my grades? Part of me knew that he wasn't and it made me feel giddy.

I considered taking a swing at him but there was something about his big blue eyes and the way he smiled that seemed to get to me. All I could do was to blush, smile, and thank him. Crap, he was treating me like a girl and I was eating it up.

He returned the smile and switched back to playing the game. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad; for some goofy reason I was enjoying his attention even though I sort of resented it. When he made the comment about thinking that I had what it took, I knew without a doubt that he wasn't talking about school and I distinctly remember that felt very happy to hear him say that about me! Now he was concentrating on the game and leaving me stranded, hoping he'd pay me another compliment. I thought it would be nice if he'd ask me to model something for him.

"Holly told me that you were a movie buff," I smiled sweetly while setting him up for a cheap shot. "I thought for sure you'd know the answer to that "Gone with the Wind" question."

"Yeah, I should have gotten that," he shrugged. "I guess something threw off my concentration, just like when you missed that sixties fashion question."

"I wasn't born in the sixties and fashion isn't my area of expertise." I answered as I smiled and brushed back a lock of hair.

This was ridiculous, I thought as I realized that I was making unconscious flirting gestures!

Just my luck, Rob picked up on the gesture immediately and thought I was flirting back! Yes, I know I was flirting with him but it wasn't intentional. It was just three stinking months of looking, acting, and being treated like a girl that was causing me to respond the way I thought a girl would. It was also his big blue eyes and cute smile that seemed to be mesmerizing me.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and find questions on current fashions," Rob wasn't about to let up. "It's obvious that you'd do better on those."

"Thanks, you'd probably do better with sports questions; you look like a jock."

"I hope you don't think that I'm dumb just because of Geometry." I sensed a little bit of hurt in his voice; I hoped he didn't think I meant to insult him when I was actually trying to give him a compliment.

"Why would I think that? I tutor a bunch of girls back at school; they're not dumb, they just need a little help understanding things."

"Oh, okay. I just thought the jock comment..."

"I never meant that you were dumb, just that you were built like a guy who would be good at sports." Why did it seem so desperately important to make him feel better; to get him to smile again?

"Didn't Holly tell you, I play second base for my school's team?" He seemed so proud of his position, there had to be something he wasn't mentioning.

"No, she never mentioned it; MVP by any chance?" I watched as the corners of his mouth turned sharply towards his eyes. Heaven help me, he had such a cute smile!

"My first year in high school," He answered proudly. "It was the first time in school history that a freshman had ever won the title!"

"What was your average?" It wasn't so much an interest in Rob as I was in my old favorite topic - baseball, but if Rob wanted to feel flattered, I wasn't going to stop him.

"It wasn't too bad, three twenty three." He seemed to be trying to downplay something he should have posted on a big sign in his front yard; MVP as a freshman and a three twenty three average were nothing to be sneezed at.

"Rob's not mentioning that he won MVP last year too or that he's usually good for about three RBI's in each game and he has a 397 on base percentage too!" Holly chimed in with a big smile, obviously very proud of her brother. "I go to every home game just to watch him."

"I'd love to see that," I was practically in awe of this guy; baseball was my favorite sport and this guy had the makings of a legend!

"I'll send you a schedule when it comes out," He quickly volunteered. "I'll be the envy of the whole team with two pretty fans in the stands.

"That would be really great, I love baseball!"

Did I just say that I loved baseball? I always enjoyed playing when I was younger and watched it often but when did I start 'loving' it. Worse yet, it sounded a whole lot like I was thanking him for calling me pretty. Still, I'd get a chance to see what sounded like some great baseball; and if he wanted to think that I was pretty, well that was a goal for me wasn't it?

Rob's face lit up like a little kid who had just gotten a toy he wanted really badly. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach that I was that toy! What went wrong? I was playing a game with my friend and her brother when he suddenly started flirting with me. I had no interest in boys; I wanted Holly but somehow I seemed to be ending up with her brother. Luckily it was getting late which provided a good excuse for ending the game before I found myself accepting Rob's proposal of marriage.

"What happened down there?" I asked Holly as we got ready for bed. "Why didn't you tell me that your brother was a wolf in sheep's clothing?"

"Rob is no wolf!" Holly said sternly. "He obviously thinks you're cute and I'm betting he's getting ready to ask you out. If you don't want to go, just say so, there are at least twenty other girls at school alone that would give anything to date my brother."

"Good, then he won't be disappointed when I turn him down."

"Why did you lead him on if you didn't want to go out with him?" She asked as I was sliding on my nightgown. "That wasn't very nice of you."

"I wasn't leading him anywhere," I protested as I tugged my nightgown over my hips. "He started talking about baseball and the next thing I knew we were invited to watch him play. He sounds like a really good ball player and it would probably be fun to watch him, but I was not leading him on!"

"You weren't flirting with him before he asked us to watch?" She asked suspiciously. "What was that comment about his being a jock?"

"He looks like a jock!" I tried to explain. "He's tall, strong, lots of muscles..."

"So you were checking out his muscles?" She teased. "I thought you were interested in me? You'd probably be good at baseball yourself since you seem to be a switch hitter."

"I am interested in you," I tried to explain as she laughed at my growing frustration. "I have no interest in your brother or any other boy for that matter."

"You promised your mom that you'd try dating, why not try Rob?"

"Because he's a boy and so am I." I insisted. "I just finished telling you that I'm not interested in boys, didn't I?"

"Uh huh, but I don't believe a word of it; I think you're just afraid, the same as you were afraid to admit that you liked being a girl."

"I never said that I was afraid to admit that I liked being a girl..."

"Then why won't you go out with my brother, isn't he cute enough for you?"

"Wait a second; you're getting everything mixed up." How could I straighten things out if she kept hopping from one subject to another? "I never said that either!"

"Great, you like being a girl and you think my brother's cute." An open and shut case in her mind even if she had everything confused. I gave up and went to sleep.

I figured on spending the next day just sort of bumming around, watching TV and maybe do a little reading. Holly, mom and Mrs. Binkler wanted to have another shopping spree but I begged off; Holly had run me into the ground at the mall the day before and I couldn't take anymore.

"Are you going to be okay alone with Rob?" Mom asked as I helped her pick out an outfit. "Dad and Mr. Binkler are going ice fishing."

"I'll be fine mom," I thought it was sweet the way she was so concerned. "Rob seems like a nice guy, I'm sure everything will be okay."

After a few goodbye kisses the shopaholics were off followed by the brave men who were willing to risk freezing to death to catch a fish.

"They've got plenty of frozen fish at the supermarket," Rob quipped as our dads drove away. "Why go through all of that trouble?

"It's a big difference; at the supermarket the fish are frozen, here the fishermen are frozen!" I thought I had come up with a pretty clever line and so did Rob; at least I thought that's why he was laughing so hard.

"You're a riot!" He said when he regained control. "How about another game of trivia; think you're good enough to go one on one with me?"

"As long as it's just trivia," I said with a smile. "Otherwise I'm not sure."

"You should be on TV," He howled as he set up the game. "You're better than some of the sitcoms."

Rob and I traded jokes all through the game and by the time it was over I thought he was one of the funniest people I'd ever met. He'd get me laughing like a nut and then, after I had finally settled down, he'd lean over and say "Boo" or something equally silly and I'd lose control all over again. Even though I accused him of cheating by making me laugh and breaking my concentration, he still lost the game. Served him right!

"Did you know that the Globetrotters are in town tomorrow?" He casually mentioned while putting away the game. "Holly mentioned you wear a fan."

"She mentioned that I was a fan?" I laughed. "Is there anything about me she forgot to mention?"

"Uh, well she said that you were cute but she didn't say how cute, and she did forget to mention how funny you are and how smart you are. But what about the Globetrotters, are you a fan?"

"From the first time I saw them on TV," I shook my head and tried to act very reverent; after all we were talking about the Harlem Globetrotters, the best thing to hit basketball since the net. "Those guys are so funny but they have to be awfully good players to do the stunts they do."

"I've got two tickets, right behind the bench." He said very casually.

"Who do you know?" I laughed. "Those seats are almost impossible to get!"

"Dad helped out Meadowlark Lemon a long time ago; he sends these tickets whenever they come to town."

"Talk about luck, right there with the players."

"I'll share." He said softly. "Come with me?"

"Where?" Sometimes I can be so dumb.

"To the game tomorrow," He blurted out. "Please?"

"I can't Rob, it's nice of you to offer but I can't."

"But you like them and I've got two seats."

"You must have a buddy or a girlfriend you could take."

"There are a couple of people I could take, but they're not very pretty and none of them are as much fun to be around as you. Please?" He begged

"Why me, why not take Holly?" I kept throwing out suggestions but the look on his face told me that he was determined to take me.

"Right, as if Holly would know the difference between a baseball and a basketball."

I was stuck; I was passing up a chance to see the Globetrotters live. Not only live but the seats would be right behind their bench. It was a dream come true wrapped up in a nightmare; a date with another guy. My heart told me to give in; the Globetrotters were my idols, but my brain refused to give up the fight.

"I can't even if I wanted to; I have to go back to school tomorrow." Yes, going back to school was the perfect argument; there was no way he could win now.

The game starts at one o'clock; it'll be over by five, and I'll have you back at school by six. Holly can pack your stuff and take it with her when she leaves. Didn't Holly mention that I'm a year older and have my driver's license?" The grin on his face said it all; checkmate, game over. "We'll just be a couple of buddies going to a basketball game, okay?

"Was I ever really in this game?" I laughed, finally giving in to the inevitable; I was going to date another guy.

"Not really, I knew you'd go out with me; it just took a couple of minutes for you to realize it. By the way, I prefer my buddies to look as pretty as possible when we go to basketball games."

I was about to take a swing at him when she suddenly leaned closer and screamed "Boo!" causing me to roll on the floor laughing. Even though I was one hundred percent sure that I'd never break down and date another guy yet I had somehow managed to agree to do just that. Worst of all I was just as sure that I was going to enjoy every minute of it!

"I knew you'd break down, especially if Rob asked you!" Holly exclaimed gleefully when I gave her the news. "Once you get a taste of dating as a girl, you'll never switch back. Boys can be all kinds of fun!"

"This is just temporary; I have no plans on spending my life as a girl." I insisted even as she began to giggle.

"You didn't plan on being so pretty, or enjoying sexy lingerie and pretty dresses, or dating my brother but it all happened." Wasn't I lucky to have such a thoughtful friend; always there to help me remember things I wanted to forget?

"So you're saying that I have no control over my life: I'm destined to be a girl?"

"Pretty much so." She shrugged and grinned. "Might as well sit back and enjoy yourself!"

"Don't tell Rob but I can't wait to go out with him tomorrow," I confided. "He's so funny, kinda cute, and I really enjoy being near him for some reason."

"Are you kidding, I'd never tell him that; if he knew that a girl thought he was funny and cute he'd be impossible to put up with."

"Uh, can we strike that cute part, it just sorta slipped out?" What could I have been thinking to use that word?

"Not a chance little sister," She laughed. "I'll use it to blackmail you whenever I want something!"

"I'll end up hating you forever," I threatened.

"You can't, I'll be your sister-in-law." She ducked the pillow I threw at her and turned out the lights. Tomorrow would come soon enough and with it my first date as a girl.

I decided to wear a pair of black velvet slacks, a red turtleneck, and a pair of calf length black boots for my first date. Of course I had a really hot looking panty and bra set underneath to help me feel all girly, and I fixed my hair into a ponytail with a red ribbon to match my top. I tied my color scheme together with red earrings, and a deep red lipstick and nail polish. There was no denying that I found it exciting to get all prettied up and hoped that Rob would like the way I looked.

Mom was all smiles as Rob helped me with my jacket before we left. "Have a good time!" She called as we walked out the door. "I'll talk to you later."

I'm sure she would talk to me; she'd pump me to spill my guts about my first date, how much I enjoyed it, and when I was going out with Rob again. She was really getting off on my being a girl and there would be nowhere for me to hide once she started asking questions.

Rob gave me several compliments on my outfit making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and glad that I wore my panty girdle. He opened my side of the car and waited for me to get in before gently closing the door and was right there to open it when we got to the parking lot. When I slipped on a patch of ice he kept me from bruising my ego and offered his arm for me to hold if it would help. I felt so totally immersed in being a girl that I smiled and slipped my arm though his, instantly feeling very safe.

I was completely blown away by our seats; we were right behind the bench just like Rob had promised and better yet, the players all seemed to know Rob and they even shook our hands!

"Hey Rob, how've you been?" Curley Johnson asked. "How's your dad these days?"

"Dad and I've been fine Curly, how are things going for you guys?" I was shocked that Rob was talking to these guys as if they were everyday, normal people instead of the near gods they really were.

Tex, one of the coaches saw Rob talking to the team and hurried over from the other side of the court just to say hello. I considered pinching myself but if it was a dream it would hurt too much to wake up!

The game was fantastic, the players put on their usual good show and the crowd loved them. Halfway through Rob nudged me and pointed to the giant TV screen; there we were, smiling and looking like a couple of lovebirds. When it was all over Curley Johnson grabbed the ball they'd used and asked me my name.

"F..F...Faith, Faith Jordan," I managed to stammer out. How much better could it be than to have an honest to god Globetrotter talking to me?

He grabbed a felt tip pen from the coach and quickly scrawled his name on the ball.

"Get your butts over here guys," He called out to the team. "Let's give this pretty young lady something to remember!"

Soon every one of the Globetrotters as well as the coaches had autographed the ball. Curley smiled and handed it to me with a flourish.

"Trade you an autographed game ball for a kiss?" He asked sweetly as he turned his cheek to me.

Maybe I should have hesitated but that was an official, autographed, game ball in his hand. I stood on tip toes and kissed his cheek. When I finished I noticed that the entire team had lined up behind him, grinning like loons. Each player and coach got his reward and I got my ball; it was a very good trade.

"That was the best time I've ever had!" I told Rob as we got into his car. "I can't believe I got an autographed game ball."

Rob shook his head and laughed. "I can't believe you kissed all of those guys; I thought every guy in the place was going to line up."

"You mean they didn't" I teased, thoroughly enjoying myself.

"I know one that didn't," Rob pouted.

I looked at him trying to decide if I had what it took to kiss him. It seemed like a harmless way to say thanks and after all, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have my precious game ball.

"I'm sorry Rob, you certainly deserve a kiss." I slid a little closer to him and kissed his cheek. "I had a wonderful time."

"Could we go out again sometime?" He asked eagerly.

"It doesn't bother you to date another guy?" I asked wondering what he was thinking.

"I'd never even think of asking another guy for a date!" He said firmly. "Another guy wouldn't look as pretty as you do, he wouldn't be as nice as you, and another guy wouldn't have kissed the entire Globetrotter's team! Do you really think of yourself as a guy Faith?"

I took a deep breath and thought carefully. "I don't know what I am," I admitted. "I've been pretending to be a girl for the last couple of months and it's really been tough on me. Sometimes I think I've never been happier and sometimes I'm scared to death. The big thing is that both of those sometimes happen at the same time."

"It has to be tough on you," Rob nodded. "I remember that Holly was having a really hard time at first. I met her a little while after she was sentenced to GIRL center, she was having a lot of the same problems you're having. I guess it must feel pretty weird to have to dress and act like a girl."

"You can't imagine," I shook my head wondering if I should really open up and share my thoughts and feelings, I looked at his face though and saw a tenderness there; something told me he'd understand so I told him all about how excited I was to be sent there; thinking that I'd spend time with my best friend and what a shock it was to find that my best friend was now a pretty girl and that I had a huge crush on her.

"How long did it take for you to get used to wearing girl's clothes?"

Maybe I should have thought a while longer before answering but there was something about Rob that made me feel completely at ease.

"Three days," I hoped he was just making conversation and really wouldn't pay attention to my answer.

"Three days?" He repeated. "It took more than a month for Holly." I noticed that there wasn't even a hint of ridicule in his voice.

"What can I say; I guess I'm just a fast learner."" I laughed and started telling him the whole story. "It was Holly's fault; she kept insisting that I was really a girlie girl pretending to be a boy. I goofed and bet her that if she couldn't change me into a girlie girl in a week she'd have to kiss me goodnight for a week. She put me into some of the prettiest, silkiest, things imaginable; they felt so good that three days later I gave in.

"So you're a confirmed girlie girl now?" He teased. "You're all sugar and spice and everything nice?"

"I guess so," I said feeling a little ashamed. I wanted so much to ask if he thought so but I couldn't bring myself to flirt so openly. "But just until my sentence is up though." I quickly added, not wanting him to think I wanted to be a girlie girl forever even if I was enjoying being one with him.

Rob smiled at me and for a second it seemed as if he wanted to say something about being a girlie girl but the moment passed.

"Would you like to grab a bite to eat?" He finally asked. "Just us guys of course, not as if it was a date or anything like that?"

"I just admitted that I'm a confirmed girlie girl, I love wearing satin and lace, I'm all sugar and spice, and you still think of me as a guy? I thought you said that you didn't date other guys?"

I expected him to carry on about not understanding women but instead I got a smile as he reached over and gently took my hand in his. "To tell the truth, I thought of you as a girl the instant I saw you Faith, I'm glad that you think of yourself that way too."

"I'm so confused." I murmured as I gently squeezed his hand. "I can't believe how nice this feels."

Rob drove to a very nice family style restaurant and hurried over to get my door for me. As I stepped out I looked into his eyes. "You're a real sweetheart," I told him as I moved closer. "Since I helped you with Geometry I was sorta hoping that you could help me with something."

"Just name it Faith," He replied as he took my hand in his.

"I've been wondering if kissing a boy would be all that bad; I mean I am a girlie girl so I guess it would be okay if I kissed a boy, do you think it would be okay?" I asked, trying to do a sweet, little girl type voice.

"I've never kissed a real girlie girl before," He teased right back. "I always wondered if it would be different than kissing a regular girl. Maybe we could help each other?"

I closed my eyes, put my arms around his neck, and hoped for the best. He held me in a gentle but firm hug and lowered his face to meet mine.

"Did I help answer your question?" I teased after we broke off our first kiss. "Do you like kissing girlie girls?"

"I like kissing this girlie girl," He told me as he pulled me into another kiss.

What a wonderful experience, being held tightly by a cute guy who sent shivers down my spine as we kissed. Just as I thought it would end I felt his tongue pushing against my lips. I opened them and let my tongue greet his.

I did a little kissing before; even some French kissing, but the feelings pulsing through my body as Rob explored my mouth with his tongue were beyond compare. By the time we finished kissing, my heart was racing and I was trying to catch my breath as if I had just finished a marathon.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I asked breathlessly. "You're way better than Holly and I thought she was the best."

"I'll take that as a compliment," His gorgeous blue eyes were so inviting; drawing me deep into him, telling me that this guy could easily ruin all of my future plans. There wasn't a shred of doubt in my mind that if I got involved with him now I could kiss goodbye and dreams of becoming a boy again and marrying Holly. The longer I let him hold me though the more intense the feelings of peace and contentment got and the further away my plans got. It didn't matter though a voice deep inside of me said; I had found true love. We kissed again and I was all set to swear eternal devotion to him; I'd love him, care for him, and have his children, all he had to do was ask.

"We're going to freeze if we stay out here," An angel's voice interrupted my dreams. "Let's go inside, warm up, and have some food."

It wasn't exactly an angel, just the closet thing to one on earth; my future husband.

"One more kiss, please?" I pouted shamelessly. "I have to have another!"

"I love the way you kiss and could use another one of yours," Rob chuckled. "Maybe we could trade kisses?"

"It's a deal!" No need to ask me twice if I'd like to be kissed by this yummy guy. When we finished I didn't think that I'd need to worry about the ice, I'd just float right over it.

Rob didn't want to take any chance though so he put his arm around me and let me snuggle close to him where I would be safe.

It was heavenly, I was safely snuggled up to him and I could look right up in his blue eyes, what more could a girl want out of life?

We had a great dinner and got to know each other even more than before; Rob didn't think that I was a boy pretending to be a girl, to him I was the prettiest girl in the world and he was in love with me.

"I had a great time Rob, I'll never forget how wonderful today was!"

"Will you go out with me again?" He looked worried that I was about to brush him off. "Please?"

"You don't have to beg," I told him as I reached over and took his hand. "I'd love to go out with you again, but next time I want to be a girl, I don't like this buddy stuff."

"Good idea, I think you're much more fun as a girl." Rob quickly agreed. "Maybe next time you could wear a dress or something real girlie?"

"I promise to wear something really pretty; I've got this great dress I'll be wearing for Christmas, it's very pretty and I'm sure you'll love it too. I heard our moms talking about getting together for Christmas; I can't wait to show it off for you!"

I was acting like a little kid with a new toy but I didn't care; I was falling in love with Rob and it was the most exciting time of my life.

"If you're wearing it I'm sure it will be the prettiest dress ever." I could easily fall in love with this guy!

"Do you have any idea how badly you're complicating my life?" I asked as I spoon fed him a serving of desert. "I was just getting used to this girl stuff; the pretty clothes, doing my hair and makeup, shopping with my mom, and all that. I figured that for two years I had to go through the motions of being a girl to keep from going crazy. Once I finished my sentence, I'd leave the dresses behind, go back home and wait for Holly."

"Did you know that I was madly in love with your sister?" I asked as I wiped the ice cream from his kissable lips. "That I had long ago decided that she was the girl for me? She was a big reason for my being such a girlie girl; I thought she liked it and I wanted to please her."

Rob seemed confused and upset when I finished telling him what I had planned. "I'm sorry Faith; I guess I thought you were really into this girl thing. I'll back off and you can pick up with Holly; having you as a brother in law is going to be awfully strange though."

I was so upset that I flicked a spoonful of ice cream right at his nose!

"You big dummy!" I laughed at the sight of a glob of ice cream dripping from his face. "I don't want you to back off, I don't want to pick up with Holly, and I sure as heck don't want to be your brother in law, I want to be your girl, and someday your wife!"

That bit of new quickly brought a smile to his sweet face making him look all the more adorable.

"Won't Holly be disappointed; it's not every day a girl loses her future husband to another guy."

"It was an honest mistake; I thought I was her future husband but I'm actually her future sister-in-law."

"When are we going to give everyone the good news?" My ecstatic hubby-to-be asked. "You know they're going to make us wait."

"I hate to break the news to you sweetie, but I wasn't in a big hurry to get married. Keep in mind that your future wife and mother of your children is technically a fifteen year old boy and a sophomore in high school. From what Holly told me it will take some time to make the necessary changes and I plan on college once I graduate."

Rob looked at me strangely long enough to make me feel very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong; is my mascara running?" I reached for my purse to get my mirror. The store had been out of the mascara I usually used and I was afraid the new stuff wouldn't hold up as well as my usual brand.

"You look prefect Faith; that's what I was looking at. How could you possibly think of yourself as a boy?"

"I had my doubts when I realized how much I enjoyed wearing pretty outfits but I had myself convinced that I would be able to switch back and be a normal boy again. Then I met you; nothing could change my mind now, I love being a girl!"

Rob hugged me and told me how much he loved me and how he'd make sure that I never regretted being a girl; his girl. I didn't doubt him for a moment.

We finished eating and walked hand in hand back to Rob's car. He walked me into the dorm where I gave him a peck on the cheek. That's when he handed me his class ring.

"This will have to do for now," He said as he kissed me. "I'd like to trade it back for a diamond later if that's okay with you?"

I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a long sensual kiss to seal my part of the deal.

"There's more where that came from next time," I whispered. "I hope you have lots for me too."

Later that evening as I got ready for bed Holly grilled me unmercifully on how my date with Rob went. I told her that I had a good time and proudly showed off my autographed basketball.

"Now that you've had a taste of dating as a girl maybe we could double date with a couple of guys I know." She asked hopefully.

"I don't think so, it just doesn't feel right." No, it didn't feel right at all to cheat on my new boyfriend and future husband, but if she wanted to know my reason she was going to have to work for every little piece of information that I knew she was dying to find out.

"Come on you survived a date with Rob; I'll fix you up with a guy who'll be just as nice."

"No thanks," I was having a blast acting completely disinterested and it was driving Holly mad. "I'm just not interested."

"I'll make a deal with you," She offered. "Let me set you up with a guy and I'll kiss you."

I pretended to think it over for a while before shaking my head. "No thanks, still not interested."

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she heard that. "You're turning down a kiss from me? Have you gone off your rocker? You love my kisses; you said so yourself!"

I paused just long enough for her to calm down. "I'm sorry Holly, I really am, but I found someone who's a better kisser than you are."

"Better than me?" She started to shout. "Who could you have kissed that would possibly be better than me?"

She no sooner got the words out of her mouth than a little light went on in her head.

"No, you didn't, you wouldn't have, not with..."

It made me feel good to see Holly, the girl who thought she had everything planned and under control trying her best to accept what she felt couldn't possibly be true.

"Uh huh," I smiled mysteriously. "I did, with Rob, several times, and it was wonderful. Why didn't you tell me that your brother was such a doll and could win a gold medal in kissing?"

"You let Rob kiss you? You're joking, right? No, I can always tell when you're joking and you are definitely not joking!"

I walked over to my computer and opened my email program. Sure enough, just as I expected there was a message from Rob; "I love you." It wasn't much of a message but it put a big smile on my face. As Holly looked on in shock I typed "I love you too!" and sent it right back.

Turning to her I smiled just like the women in the soap operas. "I'm sorry but there's someone else, I can't marry you."

She pushed me down on my bed "Let's get comfortable little sister, it's going to be a long night cause I have all kinds of questions."

"Better make that little sister-in law." I showed her Rob's ring. "He promised to exchange it for a diamond in a couple of years."

It seemed like Holly had a couple of hundred questions but in the interest of getting some sleep for the next morning's classes, she was willing to sit patiently and listen to me describe how I had fallen in love with Rob and what our future plans were. By the time I finished we were hugging each other and tears were flowing down our cheeks. I made her promise not to say a word to our families; Rob and I wanted to surprise them at Christmas. She promised to drop the idea of fixing my up with guys; I was Rob's girlfriend and her future sister-in-law and she didn't want anything to screw that up.

After our first date Rob and I started going out every weekend; sometimes we'd go to a movie or we'd find a quiet spot on campus to sit, talk, and make out. I loved getting myself all prettied up for my new boyfriend; he was so thrilled to see me in a pretty dress, always telling me how pretty I looked and making me feel so good. I know it seems silly to say but Rob really made a difference in my life; I felt so much more alive and way happier since we met.

Rob sent Emails at least once a day telling me that he missed me and how much he loved seeing me on weekends. I modeled just about every outfit I owned and used Holly's camera to send pictures to him. Just to make sure he didn't stray with another girl I included a few of me in my baby-doll nightgowns. He said that he loved them but it was awfully hard to type with one hand!

Holly was the first person to notice a change in me. "You've changed since you met Rob," She told me one day. "You used to seem to have trouble acting like a girl but now you seem to be more feminine."

"I know," I giggled. "I noticed it when Rob took me out; I didn't have to think about how I walked or sat, He even mentioned that I sounded a little different."

"He's right," she agreed. "Your voice sounds softer, more like a girl's voice."

"I don't think that I'm acting anymore," I confided. "I really think of myself as a girl and it's all Rob's fault, I'll have to give him an extra hug and kiss at Christmas."

I loved the way Rob made me feel; after falling in love with him it no longer seemed odd to wear pretty clothes or makeup, I gave up all thoughts of being a boy, I was so grateful to be a pretty girl and have a boyfriend as cute and sexy as Rob!

I hoped our parents would understand; Rob and I weren't going to rush out and get married, unfortunately I was still physically a boy even though I never really thought of myself that way anymore. Even after I had made the big jump and became physically female, hopefully when I turned eighteen, we still planned on waiting. There would be college, he wanted to go into engineering while I thought secretarial classes would be a good idea for me; maybe a few years after we got married we could adopt a baby or two and I didn't want concern about giving up a career to keep me from being a good mother to our kids.

I didn't know how I was going to explain my desire to have a career as a wife and mother to my family; I just felt a need to take care of a family; to be the best wife and mother possible.

I proudly wore Rob's ring on a chain around my neck and was happy to show it to any girl who asked. Many of them had seen Rob from time to time and were quick to tell me that I had a great catch. Except for Holly and Jill though, none of the other girls knew about our plans to marry someday.

Of course Jill was just as thrilled to hear about me and Rob as Holly had been; I asked her to stop by my room after classes one afternoon to break the news to her.

"That is so wonderful!" She squealed in delight. "I'm so happy for you!"

We locked arms and danced around the room laughing and squealing like a couple of little girls on a playground. When Holly walked in and asked what was going on we immediately included her in on our impromptu dance. It was the first time that Holly ever danced with us without complaining, I took that as a good sign for the start of my relationship with Rob!

I don't know how Rob, Holly, and I managed to keep our parents from finding anything out before Christmas but I was pretty sure we'd managed since my mother hadn't mentioned anything more about Rob since our first date.

It was three days before Christmas and Great Indian River was officially on Christmas vacation until after the New Year. I wished all of my girlfriends and the girls I had tutored good luck as they packed their things to spend time with their families.

Holly and I both chose low rise jeans to wear; I added a long sleeved white blouse and my black calf boots while she chose a white turtleneck and sneakers for the trip home. Rob had volunteered to bring us to the Binkler's just as he had done every year for Holly; he later said it was hard to act disinterested when he knew how important this Christmas would be.

Rob pulled me close, lifted me right off the floor, and gave me a kiss that lasted for so long that Holly had to break us up.

"She needs to breathe Rob," she insisted as she poked him to get his attention. "Go easy on the poor girl."

"I missed her!" He said sheepishly.

"I noticed," Holly laughed. "I think she missed you too!"

Could it have been the way I had wrapped my arms around Rob's neck when he kissed me that tipped Holly off or maybe just the fact the I still had my arms wrapped around him along with my legs since he was taller than me.

"Save it for your wedding night, will you?" Holly laughed. "How are you two going to fool anyone if you act like a couple of love sick kids all the time?

"It's not going to be easy," I shrugged. "Your brother has to be the cutest, sexiest, guy in the whole world!"

"I wish you hadn't told him that," Holly sighed. "I've spent the last couple of years trying to keep his ego in check and now you've ruined all of my hard work."

"Sorry, but if I can't help it," I shrugged. "He did what Mrs. Williams couldn't; he treated me like a girl, made me feel like a girl, and made me enjoy being a girl, especially when I'm his girl."

"We'll have to behave for a couple of days," Rob explained. "We'll surprise everyone on Christmas day."

"I can't get any kisses until then?" That was a depressing thought; three days of being close and not a single kiss!

"I'll try to sneak a few to you now and then but I'll make it up to you, I promise." Rob sealed the deal with a lingering kiss.

"If I knew you were that good I would have snatched you myself!" Holly laughed as she watched us massaging each others tonsils with our tongues.

"Too late," Rob laughed. "I've got the most wonderful girl in the world and no one's going to change that."

I felt so good that I actually started to cry. I hadn't cried since I was a little kid but I couldn't turn the tears off.

"Are you okay?" Rob quickly pulled me closer and started to dry my tears. "Did I do something wrong?"

"She's fine Rob," Holly explained gently. "She just crossed the line; she'll never be a boy again. Of course, she will be the sweetest, most lovable girl a guy could ever ask for and someday the best wife you could ever imagine."

"I already know that." Rob said as he gave me a hug and kiss. "I can't wait to tell our parents."

The waiting was a real pain; my boyfriend was always nearby but I couldn't give him a hug or kiss or tell him that I loved him. I didn't know if I could survive until Christmas.

The big day finally arrived; Holly and I decided that since we were going to wear similar dresses we should do our hair the same; sort of a twin sister look that went over well at school. We laid out the lingerie we planned on wearing; I had talked her into the sexy, boy cut style that mom had introduced me to, she chose mint green since she would wear a green dress while I chose light pink since it seemed to make me feel extra pretty and feminine.

To save time Holly and I showered together; except for being envious of her breasts, butt, and figure, I had no problems being naked with her, we were both girls right?

Before I slipped on my panties I pulled on a special kind of belt called a Gaffe. Mom had seen it advertised on an internet cross-dressing site and ordered a couple for me. They were uncomfortable at first; I had to squeeze my genitals up into my lower abdomen just like when I wore my panty girdle but the belt was much tighter leaving on chance of anything popping back out again. I usually wore it under slacks but since I was going to be close to Rob I didn't want anything popping up at the wrong time and ruining the look of my pretty dress.

A few months ago I hated putting on girl's clothes and swore that I'd never wear anything but cotton panties and the plainest bras. Now I had a couple of drawers filled with the prettiest underwear a girl could buy and I had bought most of it myself. It was a blast to wear pretty and silky underwear under my crappy looking uniform skirt and blouse. Now though I wanted to feel all pretty and feminine for my guy so he could tell me how great I looked and give me lots of hugs and kisses and make me glad to be a girl.

Holly and I looked great; our dresses were perfect, I did our hair in French braids; she had a green ribbon woven into hers and I had a green one in my hair. We had our legs waxed before school ended so they looked perfectly smooth and sexy in our sheer pantyhose. We slipped on our heels, checked our makeup, and were off to spring our surprise.

"You girls look lovely!" Mom said as we came into the living room where everyone waited to get their gifts. "You could easily pass as sisters."

Holly and I glanced at each other and giggled; wait until mom found out how true that really was!

Rob couldn't resist adding a comment; "How am I supposed to know which one of you is my sister if you're going to dress like that?"

His dad looked at him and laughed. "You're going to be in all kinds of trouble if you can't tell your girlfriend from your sister!"

Girlfriend, did I hear him right?

"My girlfriend?" Rob asked, "Since when?"

"Since the last time she was here and you took her to the basketball game I guess," his mom answered. "Is that when you two started dating?"

I stood there staring at everyone, too shocked to speak.

"I didn't squeal," Holly exclaimed. "I don't know how they figured it out either."

"Mileage," Rob's dad laughed. "It seems that whenever Rob borrowed one of the cars on the weekends he always managed to put on ninety three miles and change. It took me a day or two to figure it out but then I remembered that it was a little more than forty six miles to the school from here so a round trip would run about ninety three miles. Since we were pretty sure that you weren't visiting Holly every weekend it had to be Faith."

"Close your mouth dear," my mom joked. "I assume your boyfriend would like to kiss you since you are standing under the mistletoe."

"Are you going to stand there or are you going to kiss the young lady?" Rob's mother prodded. "You can't keep a girlfriend if you're too shy to kiss her."

Rob shrugged his shoulders, all of our work was a waste, but I was still standing there under the mistletoe so he did what any good boyfriend would do and kissed me.

I put my arms around his neck, he put his around my waist, and we quickly made u p for lost time with a passionate kiss that had our families cheering and clapping. When we finally finished he gently led me into the center of the room and then handed me a beautifully wrapped gift

"Mom and dad, I'd like to introduce Miss Faith Jordan, the girl I'm going to marry."

"We're glad you two are happy together but marriage is an awfully big step," Dad seemed to be taking things very well; could he have wanted to make a girl out of me all along?

"Not until we're out of college," I quickly explained as I gave Rob a hug to thank him for the beautiful gold and diamond necklace he'd given me and for being such a sweetie. "I have a few adjustments to make before we get married anyway."

"Good girl," mom smiled. "Learn to take things slowly, you'll appreciate them more."

"I promise mom."

The rest of the day was spent exchanging gifts and discussing what the future held for me and Rob. Our parents said that although they knew we were dating it still came as a surprise when Rob said that we were going to get married. They were relieved to hear that it would be a few years before we tied the knot.

"It will be a little while yet," I smiled and squeezed Rob's hand. "But it's going to happen. I've never felt this way before and I'm not going to lose this chance."

"You do realize what you're going to go through?" Mom asked. "It won't take long after you start taking hormones before you will never be able to be a boy again. Do you understand; never?"

"I understand mom," I said softly. "I was thinking about becoming a girl before I met Rob so it's not just my emotions. Rob just gave me the best reason in the world to be a girl and I love him with all my heart."

"You really wanted to be a girl?" Holly asked in shock. "Why did you talk about marrying me then?"

"It's hard to explain, at first I didn't want anything to do with being a girl, I hated the clothes, the makeup, everything. Once you showed me how much fun it could be as a girl I couldn't seem to help myself; I loved wearing makeup and doing my hair, and I got along so much better as a girl than I ever did as a boy. I was afraid of what was happening to me until I met Rob; then I knew that I just had to be a girl."

Holly gave me a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay Faith, I went through the same problems myself, and at least I can be there for my new sister-in-law."

"You're going to have to be very patient with this young lady Rob," His dad told him. "She's going to be going through some pretty rough times and she'll need your understanding."

"I love her dad," Rob said firmly. "I'll be by her side whenever she needs me."

I couldn't take it anymore and started crying like a little baby prompting Rob to pull me close and rock me.

"It's okay Faith," He said over and over. "I love you."

I looked up into his eyes. "I love you too Rob." I whispered.

For the next week Rob and I were virtually inseparable; he introduced me to all of his friends, took me to a couple of movies, and was even nice enough to take me shopping with Holly. Of course he had an ulterior motive for the shopping trip; he got to see me modeling all kinds of cute outfits, which I was only too happy to do!

Mom told me that both of our families were going to celebrate New Years Eve in a big way; we had reservations at one of the best restaurants in the area and that she had gowns selected for us. She promised me that it would be an experience I'd never forget. The guys went to pick out tuxes while we ladies picked up our gowns and accessories for the big night to come

"I planned this months ago to let you experience the glamour of being a young woman, but now you can use it to impress that young man of yours with your beauty and charm. It never hurts to show your man exactly how much of a woman he's getting!"

I fell in love with my gown the instant I laid eyes on it; Burgundy with gold threads creating a swirl pattern from the neckline to the hem, spaghetti straps, and slit to just above my knees it wasn't something for just any girl; a girl would have to be extremely confident in her femininity to wear it or she'd make a fool of herself.

I wasn't in the least bit afraid; after months of practicing day in and day out, I had no doubt that I had the feminine qualities needed to wear that dress; the physical ones would have to be faked for now but mentally I was totally female and proud of it!

"It's beautiful but I'm afraid I'll freeze to death in it." I shook my head as I examined the thin straps and long slit.

"You won't be the only woman wearing something this revealing," mom brushed aside my objection. "You won't be cold at all, we're talking about a four star restaurant, not a picnic grove."

She paid for the gowns then rushed me over to the lingerie section where we picked out an ankle length half slip with a slit that was lavishly trimmed in lace..

"Dark red or black lingerie is required under a gown like this," She instructed. "And anything that a male may catch a glimpse of, such as your slip, should have plenty of lace to entice him."

"Poor Rob, he'll never know what hit him," Holly laughed as I held the sexy red slip against my waist to check for length. "The poor boy will be tripping over his tongue all evening long."

"Any guy catching sight of you tonight is not exactly going to be disappointed," I pointed out as we admired the dark blue, crushed velvet gown Holly would wear.

"Gus are never disappointed when they see me," She quickly corrected me. "I have a lot more time to practice turning boys on than you have, and I'm very good at it."

"You can say that again." I thought back to how she used to tease me back in our dorm room. "I guess I'll be the one that got away, huh?"

"I don't mind," She smiled. "You'd be a waste as a guy. I always wanted Rob to find the right girl and now he has. My brother deserves the best and he's getting it."

I threw my arms around her neck and gave her a hug. "I'll take good care of him I promise!"

I offered to do everyone's hair but mom insisted that it would take too much time and that she'd already made arrangements at a local beauty parlor for the four of us. She promised that everything would be fine since they had a number of girls from school as customers and treated them like any other girl.

Do I need to say that it was wonderful sitting in a beauty shop being pampered? Janie, the woman doing my hair asked me all sorts of questions about school; how I liked it, how were my grades, how long did I have to stay and what I wanted to do when I got out.

She seemed sweet and it wasn't long before I was telling her all about myself; the chem. Lab fire, meeting Harry/Holly, becoming a girlie girl, and of course a little bragging about my grades.

"You made high honors in your first term?" She asked as she rolled my hair. "I never got better than a B when I went there."

I was so shocked that I whipped my head around, pulling a strand of hair right off a curler. The pretty woman with a great figure doing my hair couldn't possibly have gone to the Girl center.

"You went to Great Indian?" I asked in amazement.

"I graduated five years ago. Girl center, is it still called that?" She smiled at my confusion. "Yeah, I got sent there when I was eleven and loved it so much I stuck it out. From the looks of you and Holly, they still turn out pretty good looking girls there!"

"Looks like you turned out pretty well yourself." I complimented her. "I never would have guessed."

"Thank you, if I didn't know Holly and her mom, neither would I."

"What could you have done when you were eleven to be sent there?" I just couldn't imagine some one that young being a troublemaker; even Harry didn't get in to real trouble until he was twelve.

"Who said anything getting into trouble?" She giggled as she rolled my hair back onto the roller. "I started fooling around with my mom's stuff when I was about eight years old. When my parents caught me they thought I looked so cute; they enjoyed having a little girl to dress up and pamper; mom bought me pretty clothes, dad redid my bedroom to make it just right for a little girl, I even went on vacations as Janie. I was spending more time as Janie than as Tim that my parents thought it would be best to let me be Janie full time. They did a little checking around and found out about Great Indian; we threw out all of my boy clothes and I became Janie."

"I thought all of the girls at school were troublemakers," I mentioned as she pinned my hair tightly to the rollers.

"Nope, some girls go there because they want to. I thought it was more fun to be a girl than a boy so my parents let me sort of try being a girl on for size. It turned out to be a perfect fit!"

I don't know why I had a tough time believing that the pretty lady working on my hair was a guy; after all every girl I'd met in the last couple of months at school was really a boy yet they all looked like pretty girls.

"By the way, did my dad scare you when you met him the first time?"

"How would he scare me, I don't even know who he is?" Why was she grinning like the Cheshire cat?

"Here's a hint, my last name is Williams and my dad works at Great Indian."

The only Williams I met at Great Indian was that witch of a principal. She sure as heck scared the crap out of me. "I thought there weren't any men working there. Is he a janitor or something?"

Janie seemed to think I was the funniest thing since Comedy Central; she was laughing so hard that she dropped several rollers.

"He's the principal!" She gasped as she reached for the rollers on the floor.

"You're dad's a woman?"

"You crack me up!" She laughed. "No, my dad's not a woman, although you wouldn't know it to look at him though."

"You're not serious." I shook my head causing her to drop another roller.

"Yes I am serious and if you don't sit still I'll never get your hair done," She told me. "Do you want to look like you just rolled out of bed?"

I sat as still as I could while Janie told me all about her dad; Mrs. Williams, the dreaded principal of Great Indian River Learning Center. Janie hadn't known that her was also a cross dresser until one day when her mother brought a woman she called Janie's aunt Vicky to visit her. Her dad explained that like her, he had become interested in playing dress up as little boy and came to enjoy dressing up and pretending to be a girl. When he met her mom he was thrilled to find that she not only didn't mind but enjoyed having a boyfriend who liked to go shopping, didn't complain about how long it took her to get ready, and knew that you just didn't wear white after Labor Day unless of course it was Winter White.

Her dad had been trying to move into a principal's job for years but was naive enough to believe that his work performance should count for more than his political connections. He was passed over so many times that he thought he'd never get promoted.

Then he heard about the opening at Great Indian from a crossdresser's support group he belonged to and knew that he had to try for it. To his delight he landed his dream job; he would not only be a principal of a highly respected school but he would be required to dress and live as a woman too.

"I thought you two were best friends," She laughed. "Dad talks about you all the time; says you're probably the smartest girl he's ever had at Girl Center."

"I am such a jerk," I admitted. "I thought my dad hated me and that was why he sent me to Girl center. He was so worried about me fitting in that he checked with Holly every single day until I finally asked him and mom to visit. Now I'm not just a girlie girl but I'm proud to say I'm also a daddy's girl! I thought your dad was a real witch; she, I mean he, whatever, scared me half to death."

"He's a sweetie but he puts on that act with any girl referred as a troublemaker; it puts them on the defensive right away and makes them easier to control. Like I said though, he's very proud of how well you've adjusted and how smart you are."

I couldn't believe that the woman I thought was the most miserable creature on the earth was really someone's dad, a sweet, loving man who was doing his best to help boys in trouble before it was too late. Not only that but he thought I was good enough to brag about to his family. I wonder if I could give my thoughtful, caring principal a little kiss to show my appreciation without ruining her image as a mean, heartless, witch.

When Janie and the other ladies finished with me I was too shocked to speak! My hair was softly curled at the ends where it met my shoulders, pulled back away from my face, and clipped with glittering barrettes. I'd seen the style, simple yet elegant it had been called, in one of the fashion books at school but didn't have a chance to try it yet. One look in the mirror and I knew I'd have to learn the style to impress Rob on some future date. It looked so pretty that I was sure he'd reward me with plenty of scrumptious kisses.

That was another thing about being a girl that seemed to appeal to me; the contradictions that defined an attractive girl. She could have a "Simple yet Elegant" hairstyle for example. The style was anything but simple, it would easily require about twenty minutes of fussing to get it right and that would be added on to the time it would take to shampoo, use cream, and then set in hot rollers

My dress was another example of contradictions; the tiny strips would be the only fabric covering me from the top of my breasts to my shoulders yet it was perfectly in style for a party on a cold winter night. To top it all off my typical style of makeup was called the "Natural Look" which meant that I would spend thirty minutes of every morning covering my face with makeup to make it look as though I wasn't wearing any at all.

The many contradictions were simply part of the feminine lifestyle and seemed to be exactly what men found so intriguing about women. All I knew for sure was that they made Rob a very happy boy and he would then make a very happy girl out of me!

It felt really goofy getting dressed that evening; all of us women were in the master bedroom while the guys got dressed in the guest room. My mom and Mrs. Binkler were dashing about in their panties and bras acting as though there was nothing unusual about letting their sons see them that way.

Then again, why should it be unusual to see our moms in their underwear; after all, Holly and I were wearing sexy panties and bras ourselves and I'm pretty sure that we didn't look much like sons in our pretty lingerie, struggling to hook nylon stockings to our garter belts.

I felt terrific when I was all dressed; a beautiful gown, sexy underwear, the silkiest stockings I'd ever worn, my hair and makeup were perfect, and I was perched atop a pair of sexy black velvet pumps with a three inch stiletto style heel. I couldn't wait to see Rob's reaction when I walked into the room. To top everything off I wore the pretty gold heart necklace he'd given me for Christmas.

"Jeez, you're beautiful!" Rob exclaimed when he finally saw the result of my labor. "I have to get some pictures of you; the guys at school would kill to have such a gorgeous girlfriend."

"See mom, he's the sweetest, most lovable guy in the whole world." Flattery on that scale deserved a big kiss; I balanced on my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and gave him a great big kiss. He held me tight and lifted me off the ground, refusing to put me down until I told him how much I loved him and promised to marry him. He could have gotten me to do either with my feet flat on the ground but I didn't care; I did love him and I planned on marrying him!

Rob looked great in his tux; his broad shoulders and muscular chest filled out his tux in ways I never could. I'd worn one for a wedding I was in two years before but I looked completely out of place; Rob looked as though he was born to wear one, the tux rental company should have paid him for wearing their tux.

The rest of the evening was perfect; Rob insisted on holding my chair and made sure that my glass of diet cola was refilled within a few seconds of my finishing it. We danced so much that I was beginning to wonder if we were really contestants in some sort of dance marathon; you know the kind you see in old movies where the guy usually ends up dragging the girl around the floor? I had to take my heels off after two dances; I loved the way I felt wearing them with my pretty gown and I loved the way they forced me to take small, ladylike steps, but they weren't meant for being on the dance floor with a guy who seemed to have limitless energy!

Since Holly didn't have a steady boyfriend and I needed to occasionally catch my breath, I happily loaned her Rob for those times when I was just too whipped to dance. I didn't need to worry about her taking too much time with Rob; with her looks there were plenty of guys our age who, thinking that they'd be spending a boring night with their families, suddenly became true believers in the existence of a supreme being when they realized that the angel in their midst didn't have a guy with her.

I made sure I was safely in Rob's arms before midnight; I wasn't about to take a chance on some other girl getting my kiss! When the countdown began he pulled me close and we inched our lips closer and closer as the count dropped to the last second.

It was fantastic; when our lips met I heard firecrackers, horns, clapping and cheering.

"Wow, that was great!" I gasped as we finally broke our kiss. "That was better than ever before; I heard all kinds of horns and clapping, and stuff!"

"You're cute Faith but you're not that bright," He laughed. "That was all because of the New year."

"I know," I said with a smile. "But let's try kissing again, just to make sure, okay?"

"That sounds like a great idea," Rob quickly agreed. "I can never get enough of your kisses."

I slept like a baby that night dreaming of being held in Rob's arms, being told that I was the prettiest girl in the whole world, and that he loved me more than he could ever say. There was no way I could think of myself as a boy after that.

A couple of days later my family and I met with Mrs. Williams to discuss my starting treatment to become a girl. I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane; no matter what Janie, my hairstylist, had told me about her dad I felt like a bug about to be squashed whenever I was around Mrs. Williams. This time it was even worse for me; I wanted a huge favor - to be allowed to stay at Great Indian until I graduated.

I knew I couldn't go back to my old school once my punishment time was up; I had spent too much time as a girl to ever be a boy again even if I wanted to. Walking talking, and acting like any other teenage girl had taken the ultimate toll on me; in my mind I was a teenage girl and I had fallen in love with a boy.

Going back to my old school would cause nothing but problems for me; I could just picture forgetting myself as I was talking to a bunch of guys and unconsciously tucking back a stray lock of hair the way girls did or walking to class with my books clutched to my chest instead of held down at my side, boy style. What if I walked into class, set down my books and made a sweeping motion with my hand to smooth out my non-existent uniform skirt?

Most importantly I knew in my heart that even though I was only fifteen I was deeply in love with the one person who could make my life complete. There was nothing more important to me than to be able to grow up and marry Rob Binkler.

My parents explained everything to Mrs. Williams; my decision to become a girl, my falling in love with Rob, and my hopes to be allowed to stay and graduate from Great Indian. She smiled now and then and took a few notes but there was nothing in her expression that showed what she was really thinking. Why did she have to be so stinking scary?

When my parents finally finished explaining everything Mrs. Williams looked right at me and smiled.

"I understand that you've met my daughter Janie." I nodded, still too afraid to speak.

"Good, then I'm sure she told you that I'm really not the nasty old witch you probably have me pegged as." She was grinning at me as if we were old friends.

"I..I never...," I stammered, desperate to correct her. If there was one thing I knew for sure it was that you didn't want your principal to know that you thought she was a witch, even if you did.

"Most girls sent here a s troublemakers think of me that way Faith," She laughed. "It's perfectly okay, I work very hard to project that image as a means of controlling new girls who have been referred here as I'm sure Janie told you."

"I'm also sure that Janie told you that I'm her dad, right?" She asked with a smile.

"Yes she did," I answered as respectfully as possible.

"Good, then I hope you understand that a sex change is not necessary to live a feminine lifestyle. A decision to change your sex is not to be made simply because you like dressing like a girl and pretending to be one. It's also not a decision to be made because you think you're in love with a boy. Imagine the problems if after you had the surgery you and he break up."

"I'm not in any hurry." I spoke up so quickly that it surprised me. "Rob made me understand that I had feelings that just couldn't be kept in check; I love him and he loves me but neither of us is stupid to rush into something this important. I don't understand what happened but I've changed since I've been here. I've found a part of me that I didn't know existed but that I can't hold back."

"That part of you is exactly why you were sent here rather than to a juvenile detention center." Mrs. Williams said softly. "You underwent psychological testing before you were sentenced and that testing revealed that perhaps you weren't completely comfortable with society's expectations of you as a male. You were acting out, trying to fit into a mold that wasn't right for you. The tests showed that there was a softer, more feminine side to you than you fully realized and so you were sent here to see what would happen if those feminine tendencies were nurtured and allowed to develop."

"I was supposed to want to become a girl; that was the plan all along?"

"No, that wasn't the plan all along. Many young men leave this school happier and better adjusted than when they came here, but they leave as young men. This school will nurture a boy's feminine instincts, calming him and making him a better person. If that better person decides that they are better off as a female that is a decision they have to make."

"I can become a real girl then?" I asked hopefully, forgetting for a moment that I was talking to the meanest person I'd ever met.

"That's not my decision to make Faith." She sounded so friendly and caring I wondered what had happened to the witch. "You and your parents will need to meet with a doctor specializing in gender difficulties. If they agree you'll start a program of hormones to suppress your male development and give you the curves and body style appropriate to a young woman. I hope you won't make any permanent changes until you're absolutely certain but I can't imagine you doing something like that; after all Janie did tell you that I think you're the smartest girl I've ever had at this school."

"I can stay and graduate from here?" Please?"

"Losing a girl as smart and as wonderful as you would be a tragedy as far as I'm concerned." She smiled. "I'd be honored to say that you were a graduate of the Girl Center."

I was so happy that I jumped out of my chair, rushed over to her and gave her a huge hug. "Janie and Holly were right, you're a real sweetie!"

"Keep that a secret, okay?" She laughed as she returned my hug.

A couple of weeks later my family and I met with the specialist and once again I had to retell my story of why I felt that I should be allowed to become a real girl. The lady doctor took tons of notes, looked at my file and had me take a couple of tests. When I finished all of my tests she took some samples of my blood and told us to schedule another appointment in two weeks.

Two agonizing weeks later we were all back in the doctor's office waiting to find out if I could become a girl. I never wished for anything so hard in my life; if the doctor said no what would I do? Rob thought of me as a girl but we could never do anything more than date and how would he feel about dating a girl who looked like a boy and had to shave? My life would be ruined; I just had to become a girl, I couldn't imagine a life without Rob in it!

I wore a pretty pink skirt and white blouse hoping that if I looked like a cute school girl I might score a few extra points. If the doctor knew that I had on the sexiest panties, bra, and half slip I owned she might really give me points. I considered mentioning that fact but mom shot me down.

"She's a professional Faith, she's not about to be swayed because you're wearing pretty lingerie. If this is the right thing for you she'll tell us."

The doctor looked over all of my tests then looked at some other papers. I was on the edge of my seat, ready to tear them out of her hand and make her give me an answer when she set them down and looked at me.

"Congratulations Faith," She smiled. "All of your tests indicate that you would make a very attractive and well adjusted young lady. Your testosterone level, the hormones that make men develop differently than women is really quite low for a boy your age. I'll start you on a course of female hormones, which due to your low testosterone level should have quite an impact on your development. I want to see you back here in two months to see how you're system is reacting to the female hormones."

I completely lost it; I started crying and couldn't stop.

"I can't wait to tell Rob!" I sobbed. "This is so wonderful."

"There is one additional thing I'd like to bring to your attention," the doctor told my parents. "If everyone is willing, there is a surgical adjustment that has proven beneficial to women in your daughter's situation in helping them to make a faster adjustment to being female."

I sat mesmerized as the doctor described a procedure that would place my existing genitals inside my body cavity and form realistic looking female genitals. I could wear tight slacks, bikinis, or even appear totally nude and without a thorough physical exam, no one would know I wasn't female.

I thought it would be so cool to be able to wear tight slacks without my panty girdle or gaffe but I thought it would be totally super to be able to wear a bikini! My imagination started to run wild as I pictured myself lying on a lounge chair tanning myself in a sexy white bikini. All of these hot looking guys kept wondering past stealing glances at they did. My breasts were held tightly by my top and my cute little butt was covered by a patch of fabric just big enough to cover it and the little mound in front. There were no unladylike bulges, just a flat front ending in a small mound.

If only my parents would consent to the surgery I could take my hormones like a good little girl and by summer I'd have the body necessary to drive my poor boyfriend out of his mind with lust!

"You two had better behave yourselves young lady," Dad warned, bringing me back to earth. How did he know what I was thinking?

"It's written all over your face sweetie," mom explained.

"Would she be capable of intercourse?" Dad asked abruptly.

The doctor paused for a second then nodded her head. "That's one of the big draws for older patients, they're able to engage in and enjoy intercourse as women. The procedure I'll use on Faith won't permit anything more than heavy petting."

I could feel daddy's eyes burning into me.

"I'm not like that daddy," I swore. "You can trust me, you and mom know that, don't you?"

Mom began pushing dad into agreement. "It would be a big help to her honey."

Dad wavered but held firm. "She'll be feeling very different once she starts female hormones, won't she?" He asked the doctor.

"Very much so," was the answer I didn't want to hear. "She may have mood swings typical to a genetic female's monthly cycles but I think it would be perfectly normal for a girl her age to experience sexual yearnings. Her new anatomy would make it easier for experimentation but my experience has been that if the patient is inclined to sexual experimentation, anatomy will not be a barrier."

Daddy blinked a few times; the doctor's words had obviously caught him off guard.

"I see your point," He admitted a few minutes later. Turning to me he cautioned, "Don't let your mom and I down."

With that warning it was agreed that I would have the surgery during the spring class break. By summer the hormones would have started giving me the curves of a girl my age which, with just a little padding, would sure give Rob something to look at and with any luck, droll over.

I was a very good girl and took my hormones religiously even though they did make me nauseous at the beginning. It was so cool; Holly and I developed a little ritual of a quick countdown and then we'd each pop an estrogen tablet into our mouths and wash it down with juice every morning at breakfast. In no time at all Holly and I had grown even closer than before; I wasn't just her little sister in name only, soon I'd be just as cute and curvy as she was.

Rob had invited me to a Valentine's Day dance at his school and I couldn't wait to go. He had fixed Holly up with one of his friends, telling him that she and I were virtually twins, and I planned on wearing my pretty red velvet dress that I last wore at Christmas but it looked too out of date. It was perfect for Christmas; all sweet, innocent, sugar and spice, but this was Valentine's Day; a day for lovers, not sugar and spice!

Rob insisted on the red velvet one was just fine because he said it showed off my great looking legs, red was the color for that holiday, and no one there had seen me in it before, but he was a boy and boys didn't understand fashion. I gave him a kiss and told him not to worry; I'd find something to make him notice me!

I ran Holly ragged shopping for a dress but I finally found a red sheath dress that was shorter than any other dress I had ever worn and tight enough to show off the hot curves I was developing thanks to several months of female hormones.

Holly gasped in shock when she first saw me model the dress. "Your father would have a heart attack if he saw you in that!"

"Daddy's not going to see me, my boyfriend will and I want him to remember it." I giggled as I turned from side to side, running my hands over my new curves.

"He'll remember all right," She laughed. "He'll probably wear himself out remembering!"

Holly and I looked fabulous if I do say so myself; she wore a sexy red slip dress that just came to mid-thigh, just a little longer than mine, and we both wore sheer black stockings and our sexiest black lingerie. Our dates would be awestruck to say the least!

Rob and Joe, Holly's date, were thrilled with the way she and I were dressed; every guy in the place had their eye on us and it had to make our dates proud. I started dancing with Rob, switched to Holly's date which signaled every other unattached guy to ask for dances. Rob and Joe didn't mind; it would only add to their prestige at school if other guys got a chance to hold us in their arms and see for themselves how soft, pretty, and sexy Holly and I were.

By the end of the night we danced with practically every unattached guy there and a few girls even let their dates take us around the floor once or twice; of course we had to trade Rob and Joe for their dates but everyone was back with their partners by the end of the night so it all worked out okay.

It was a great dance; Rob kept telling me that I was the prettiest girl there and that I was so soft and huggable so I guess the mood swings from the hormones were worth it!

Did I forget to mention the mood swings? Imagine being incredibly happy one moment and then seconds later crying your eyes out. It wouldn't be so bad if it happened while I was watching some romantic movie but it even happened when I was watching Bugs Bunny cartoons for heaven's sake! My doctor suggested easing back on the female hormones I took but I shot that suggestion down; I loved the way my body was changing; the curves, my cute butt, my budding boobies, and there was no chance I was going to do anything that might slow down my changing into a real girl. If I started to wonder if it was all worth it I just thought of how great it felt to have Rob hold me, kiss me, and tell me that I was his girl; that was more than enough to know that anything I had to go through was worth it.

I hadn't mentioned anything to Rob about my upcoming operation; he knew I had to go into the hospital for a couple of days but thought it was just to check up on my progress towards becoming a real girl; after all, Holly was going in at the same time and that was the reason his parents had given.

Of course Holly was going in at the same time; once she had found out about the operation she had begged, badgered, and cajoled her parents until they finally agreed to let her have it done too. It was going to be so cool having my best friend and future sister-in-law go through the same operation as me; by summer we'd be laying around, sunning ourselves in sexy little bikinis while our boyfriends rubbed suntan oil over our cute little bodies!

By the time Spring Break rolled around Holly and I were mentally trashed; I had goaded her into trying to match my grades and with a little tutoring in pre-Calculus and French she was actually doing it! Her parents were thrilled to see their darling daughter's grades go from C's to A's and promised a big reward to me for helping Holly achieve high honors by the middle of the second term. I thanked them but insisted that I had the only thing I really wanted from them - their son!

So like I said, between keeping our grades and anticipating our upcoming conversions, Holly and I were basket cases by the time the big day rolled around.

We checked into the hospital with our parents bright and early on a Monday morning. We were both handed razors and shaving cream and told to go into our bathrooms and shave. The nurse bust out laughing when I told her that I didn't need to shave, my beard hadn't started to grow before I started taking hormones. Talk about embarrassing! I turned a deep crimson when she whispered in my ear what exactly I was supposed to shave. I didn't need to shave much there either and in a couple of minutes I was all set to get the shot that would send me to dreamland.

"Catch ya later!" Holly called out as the nurse gently pushed the needle into my arm.

"I can't wait to get a bikini!" I called back as I was loaded onto a gurney. I wanted to tell her about the sexy little white one I had ordered but by then it was lights out for me.

The next thing I knew a nurse was calling me and asking how I felt. I was in the middle of a fantastic dream; stretched out on my tummy by the side of a pool, my boobs and butt covered by the cutest little white bikini imaginable while Rob lovingly rubbed suntan lotion over my back and legs while kissing the back of my neck.

As I woke from my sleep I was truly bummed to realize that I was wearing a hospital gown instead of a bikini and it was dad rubbing my back rather than Rob.

"Are you okay Faith?" I heard mom ask. "How do you feel?"

"Sad, very sad." I mumbled, hoping she'd let me go back to my dream.

"I thought this was what you wanted honey?" Dad piped in from somewhere in the distance. "It's a little late to change your mind now; what about Rob?"

"Not changing..." I tried to explain but my words kept getting jumbled up in the fog that seemed to be everywhere. "Love Rob..glad...good dream."

"We have to sit you up now," The nurse said as she and dad gently lifted me into a sitting position. "You spent enough time on your back, now it's time to wake up."

Somehow I managed to my eyes and focus; that's when I noticed the bed next to me was empty.

"Where's Holly?" I tried to get my tongue to obey my brain but it seemed like a losing battle. I pointed to Holly's bed and grunted a few times hoping to get my point across.

"She's still in surgery honey," Mom explained. "They just took her in when you came out."

Gradually the fog around me lifted and my tongue submitted once again to my brain. I explained my dream and that the only thing I was sad about was finding out that it was dad rubbing my back and not Rob .I told the nurse that I felt a dull ache in my groin but other than that and being sleepy I was fine. I took a couple of pills and promised to call the nurse if I needed her.

"Everything went very well sweetie," Mom stroked my hair as dad held me tight. "You won't be doing any horseback or motorcycle riding for a little while but I have a feeling Rob's going to love the way you'll look this summer."

"I guess I can put up with not joining Hell's angels or becoming a cowboy then." I giggled softly.

"Actually, you won't be able to be any kind of a boy again," My doctor said as he walked into the room. "You've been on female hormones too long for the effects to be reversible. Your testicles weren't producing very much testosterone anymore so your parents gave permission to remove them."

"I won't miss them," I smiled. "I couldn't imagine myself as a boy anymore."

"I should have spoken with you earlier but the test results just came in this morning," He apologized. "Without them the effects of the female hormones you're taking will be much more pronounced."

"If I had known that I'd have gotten rid them months ago!" Maybe I would have had bigger boobs by now if I had.

"Good to see that you came through with flying colors," He smiled and wrote a couple of things on my chart. "You'll be out of here tomorrow and be as good as new in a few weeks."

"Even better when summer gets here." I smiled broadly. "I can't wait to wear a pair of tight shorts."

"If I was a few years younger I'd give that boyfriend of yours a run for his money," He teased. "If you ever get tired of him, just look me up."

"You're sweet but trust me, there's no guy in the world that could give Rob a run for his money."

"Tell him that I said he's a lucky guy to get such a sweet girl."

I was out of the hospital the next day and back to school a week later. Of course I spent a good deal of time checking out my new look under the pretense of changing my bandages and it thrilled me to death to see nothing but puffy lips where Mr. Happy had once been.

One day, in the middle of an exploration session, mom knocked on my door and told me that she had something for me. I quickly pulled up my panties and slacks, not wanting mom to know what I'd been doing.

"I bought a few pairs of panties for you," She smiled and handed me a Victoria's Secret bag. "I though your old ones might be a little loose on you now and that you might like something a little sexier."

"Sexier? I don't know mom," I was about to try to convince her that her little girl was as pure as could be and never even thought about sexy lingerie when I opened the bag and gasped at the sight of several dozen pairs of the sexiest panties I'd ever seen!

"Oh my god!" I sucked in my breath as I spread my new underwear on the bed. "Are you serious, dad will have a fit!"

There wasn't a single pair of cotton panties let alone briefs in the whole collection. My mother, the woman I was sure was the most conservative person on the planet since the death of Richard Nixon, had bought me several dozen pairs of thong panties!

Mom winked as she quietly locked my door. "I spent a lot of money, let's see how they fit." She said with a big grin. "Don't be shy; I want to see how my little girl is developing." She insisted.

I wasn't about to refuse, after all I'd fantasized about wearing thong panties ever since I started dating Rob; something about being near him pushed me over the edge from being a good girl to hoping that he'd take me and have his way with me. I'd seen panties like these advertised and I had been on the verge of buying them several times but each time I pulled back; afraid to give in to the desire to be a total slut for the guy of my dreams! I quickly undid my slacks and stepped out of them and the very conservative panties I was wearing.

"Try these first," Mom urged, handing me a pair made of sheer black lace.

I gently stepped into the panties and adjusted them. I couldn't begin to describe the way it felt to wear such ultra sexy panties; every nerve ending in my body seemed to be sending pleasure signals to my brain making me think that I was going to burst from sheer, no reference to my panties intended, joy!

"You've got the makings of a hot little body," Mom complimented me as I stared, unable to move, at the young woman in the mirror. "Take off your top and bra; let's see how your breasts are developing."

I never gave a second thought to standing in front of mom wearing just a pair of flimsy panties as she checked out my developing chest. As a matter of fact I felt proud to show the small protrusions that I hoped would turn into a pair of breasts worth looking at!

"I was a little more developed at your age but I had the advantage of being born a girl." Mom joked as she undid her shorts and stepped out of them. To my amazement she was wearing a pair of thong panties just like mine but in white.

"I never thought of you wearing sexy stuff mom." I laughed. "It never occurred to me that you might like to look sexy too!"

"Mom's are women too you know," She replied, pretending to be miffed. "Any woman who doesn't enjoy sexy things just doesn't know what she's missing!"

With that she pulled her top over her head and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor next to her top. "Not bad for an old lady?"

Not bad at all; her breasts were several sizes bigger than mine and seemed very firm.

"This is what you have to look forward to; the women in my family always had firm, sexy, breasts."

"I can't wait mom," I told her as I admired her trim, sexy body. "If I look anything like you, Rob will be thrilled."

I modeled several more pairs of panties before we got dressed and went to the kitchen to start dinner. It felt so good to have mom treat me as a young woman; it did wonders to keep me from thinking that I was still a boy or at least an incomplete girl.

Mrs. Williams was glad to hear that Holly and I had recovered with no ill effects. She looked over the papers that the doctor had sent along and excused us from gym until the doctor released us from his care. We weren't totally happy since we planned on showing off our new plumbing but we'd just have to wait; if we were lucky we'd have more curves to show off too!

By the end of the term Holly and I were the envy of the school with our new plumbing and curves. Every girl there knew that we'd be boy magnets in no time at all.

It had been a long winter with me all bundled up in turtlenecks sweaters, jeans, and boots but now that summer was here I was determined to make the most of being a girl. I couldn't wait to wear my shortest shorts, miniskirts, sandals, and midriff baring, low-cut tops so that I could show off my newly developed figure. After all, as the saying went, "If you've got it, flaunt it." I had gone through a lot to look the way the way I now did; I was once a short, thin teenage boy but that was all in the past. Now I was a pretty young woman with a nicely developed figure that just like any other girl my age I couldn't wait to show off.

I was permitted to leave the campus for a few weeks over the summer to spend time with my family and I planned on making the most of it. I couldn't wait to surprise Rob who I was sure didn't realize that I was wearing less and less padding as the spring turned into summer. I went on a shopping spree with Holly; stocked up on miniskirts, tight tops, and some really short shorts which I knew could give daddy a heart attack if he saw me in them. He'd just have to manage somehow; his little girl wasn't so little anymore, she was becoming a woman and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it.

Sure enough dad went ballistic the first time I wore my shorts for a date.

"Where are you going dressed like that?" He demanded as I casually walked into the living room to wait for Rob.

"I'm going to watch Rob pitch and then he's taking me for a pizza and a movie." I was straining to stay calm and act as though nothing was different even though I could practically see the veins in daddy's neck throbbing.

"Dressed like that?"

"Uh huh, it's pretty hot today so I figured I'd wear a pair of my new shorts."

"When did you plan on putting them on, or did you expect to go out in just your panties?"

I was so tempted to tell him that my panties were a lot shorter and had way less material but I didn't want to risk his having a stroke. Instead I stood, ran my hands over my hips and flashed him an innocent smile.

"You're being silly daddy; I'd never go out in just my panties. These are what all the girls are wearing, haven't you noticed?"

"I don't pay much attention to teenage girls!" He huffed. "Unless it's my daughter who's hell bent on dressing like some street walker."

"Did you think I was a street walker when we were dating?" Mom asked sweetly, postponing his pending stroke. "I used to wear shorts like that, remember?"

Dad paused in his tirade, seemed to get lost in his thoughts, and then began to smile.

"Yeah, I always loved it when you wore hot pants."

"Then what's wrong with Faith wearing them?"

"She's my daughter and I don't want any boy thinking the things about her that I thought when I was with you!"

He suddenly realized what he had said and tried to backtrack but it was too late.

"And what exactly were you thinking?" Mom pressed her advantage.

"Never mind," Dad stammered. "I just don't think it's right for her."

"It's not as if she could do anything, even if she wanted to." Mom moved in for the kill. "She's a young woman now and it's important for her to explore her sexuality; to take her new body for a test drive and see how it handles."

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Dad sighed, admitting defeat.

Rob was the perfect gentleman when he picked me up but once we got out to his car he couldn't stop telling me how hot I looked and within a few seconds we were in each other's arms exchanging some of the best kisses I'd ever gotten. He couldn't wait to show me off to everyone he knew; they'd met me last winter but they'd never seen me looking this good and it was obvious Rob was looking to brag which was perfectly okay with me.

I loved the way the other guys looked at me and some even tried to get a date as I Watched the game but I just smiled, thanked them, and let them know that I was Rob's girl. I found out later that a bunch of them told Rob how lucky he was and that he'd better treat me right or they'd take me away from him. Fat chance of that ever happening but it was really flattering to know they thought about me like that.

I was so sad when my two weeks were coming to an end and I'd have to return to campus. It had been a fantastic time for me; I spent every day with the cutest guy in the whole world, shopped with mom for some pretty new outfits for school, and got to spend every day with the cutest guy in the whole world.

Uh-huh, I know I said that twice but who cares; spending time with my honey was definitely the best thing I did. I took him sightseeing around my old town; showed him the places where Holly and I played back when we were Harry and Frank, took him into the tree house that I had once declared off limits to all girls. And of course I showed him the school where the Chemistry lab was that brought us together. So much had changed in such a short time; even though everything had stayed the same in the year since I'd been gone it all seemed so different now. Who knew that a troublemaking, confused boy could see things so differently than a girl in love? There were so many nice places that I never noticed before; pretty flowers in front of the school, well tended parks where Rob and I would spread a blanket to sit and watch the clouds, and so many people who seemed happy to see a young couple so obviously in love.

One thing I'll never forget was the look on Rob's face the first time we went swimming in his parent's pool. It was the chance I had waited for all spring; I was finally going to show Rob just how girlie girl I had really become. I waited until he changed into his trunks and went out to the pool before I made my big entrance. He looked really sexy in the trunks he wore with the hair on his muscles and hairy chest; for the first time since we had met I found that I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in his swimming trunks! It took all the concentration to get out of my shorts and top and into my pretty bikini; I couldn't help but wonder if I could somehow lure him into my room, throw him onto my bed, and have my way with him. I had promised mom and daddy that I'd be a good girl though so I very reluctantly put that idea out of my head and finished dressing. I brushed my hair into a cute ponytail, tied it with a white chiffon scarf, put on a little lip gloss, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and went to blow Rob's mind.

"Good lord!" Rob muttered as I walked up to him swinging my hips as sexily as I could. "I didn't..., how did you..., I must be dreaming...."

"Like what you see big boy?" I giggled as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face close to mine.

You know it's really amazing how much a kiss can say. I mean, without a word being spoken I clearly heard Rob tell me that I was the sexiest girl on two feet, I looked so hot that steam would come up when I jumped into the pool, and that he wanted to do all kinds of wonderful things to my sexy little body.

Okay, so his kiss didn't exactly tell me that part about what he wanted to do to my body but the part of him that made that delightful little bulge in his trunks sure did! It was something that I'd secretly dreamed about since I started wearing girl's clothes; a boy not only thought I was pretty but he found me sexually desirable too! Rob's hands moved from my waist to my butt where they started squeezing and rubbing, and causing all kinds of fun ideas to come to my mind. Too bad the operation didn't allow for any fun; I suddenly had this urge to find out what it would be like to be made love to.

We were both good kids unfortunately and his parents were due home soon anyhow so we had to settle for hot kisses and a cold dip in the pool.

"You're really a girl now?" He blurted out as he stared at my flat crotch.

"I've always been a girl silly," I gave him a playful little smack. "I'm just a little more of a girl than I used to be. I still have a little way to go but do you like it so far?"

It's great to have a boyfriend who doesn't waste words; Rob always did seem to prefer kissing to talking which was just fine with me!

I had two days left to go when mom and daddy sprang their big surprise. Rob and I had just come back from another sightseeing tour; I was wearing a thin pink sundress that Rob loved seeing me in and he was wearing cutoffs and a tank top that showed off his well muscled and hairy chest. Mom was waiting for me in the kitchen with an official looking envelope in her hand.

"Mrs. Williams sent this," She explained. "It's from the judge who sentenced you."

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