The Girl Within
by
Julie
We had only returned back to school from summer vacation a few days when I followed my sister upstairs and into her room, teasing and laughing at her. After the long summer vacation my sister was forced to get used to wearing her girdle and nylons once again on a daily basis, and I caught her tugging at her offendingly tight underwear. I laughed.
"If you girls weren't so dumb and so vain you wouldn't have to wear tight girdles." I scoffed.
"..' dumb? ' vain? HA! Like you boys and YOU in particular aren't the engineers on the ego train! You with your arrogant, macho posturing . don't tell ME about vanity!" Caroline hissed.
"Well, we're smart enough not to wear girdles, makeup, and padding." I needled.
"You couldn't handle being a girl not even for a day. You are too weak and lazy!" Caroline replied.
"Ridiculous!" I screamed.
"Girls are the ones who are soft and weak. 'soft headed." I laughed.
"I'd love to see you try and be a girl for a week or even a day." Caroline challenged.
Caroline's expression changed, and she just smiled thinly as I ranted on. She didn't seem to hear anything I was saying as she calmly ushered me out of her room, saying she needed to change.
At dinner Caroline seemed to ignore my challenges and taunts, unwilling to rekindle our argument. Mom became irritated at my masculine diatribe, and threatened to send me to my room. She lamented my egotistical attitude, mumbling about my lack of respect for the female sex. I would be 14 soon, and I was confident I knew everything.
Later that evening Caroline called me from across the hall, where a candle flickered in the center of her room; and she invited me to look at the flame.
"The flame turns different colors once in a while. Look real close, David. What do you think is causing it?" She softly implored.
I looked at the flame intently in order to solve the mystery for my gender handicapped sister, while she babbled in my ear; but after studying the flame intently, and not seeing anything but a typical candle flame, I turned to berate my stupid sissy sister again.
"You are softheaded. It's just a candle flame." I laughed.
"Girls are such sappy, silly dummies." I laughed. "Without us men you wouldn't last a day in the world. You are so helpless."
"Is that so?" A voice bellowed from behind.
I turned to see Mom standing behind me with her jaw tensed.
"I think you need a lesson! No I think something much more drastic is needed for you! You are headed for some serious trouble with your pompous attitude. I have had it with your condescension. You go to your room while I think what to do with you.
I retreated to my room, and Mom closed my bedroom door behind me. It was two hours later when Mom looked in on me.
"I brought you a glass of milk. I thought you might be thirsty. I want you to get a good night's sleep. You are going to need it for tomorrow." She said.
I drank the milk, and a few minutes later slipped into bed, unsettled about tomorrow.
I felt very odd and weak when I woke up. I looked about the room. I was in a hospital bed! I could barely move; and it was just a few minutes later when Mom came in.
"How do you feel, honey?" She asked.
"I I don't know. What ' where am I? What happened?" I queried.
"You've had an operation. Your sister and I have been very concerned about your behavior. It may seem a little drastic; but you are definitely going to have a different attitude about girls from now on." Mom stated.
"Operation?" I squeaked.
"Yes, Krista dear", Caroline replied as she came into the room.
"Krista?"
"Yes, you are now one of us weak, sappy girls." Caroline cooed.
"No! You lie! That can't be!" I protested as strongly as my weakened condition permitted.
"I'm afraid it can." Mom countered. "We warned you. Now you are going to see just what it is to be a girl. It's a new operation. You are just the third person to have it done; although you are the first male. You now have all the same internal organs of us girls. You are now a girl, and my daughter, Krista dear."
I could scarcely believe my ears. I felt the shock, fear and self-pity well into the beginnings of tears just as the nurse came in to give me a sedative; and before I had a chance to weep I dozed off.
When I awoke Mom was there; and she made attempts to console me. I slept quite a bit for several days. On the fifth day Mom arrived, and held out a pink nightgown. The nightie was of smooth nylon with embroidered flowers around the neckline with delicate lace edging, and a flouncy ruffle at the hem.
"Here Krista, I thought you'd be more comfortable in this instead of your hospital gown." Mom announced.
Mom slipped the hospital gown off, and I looked down at my perfectly smooth body. There were dressings around my abdomen, and between my legs, but my chest appeared as flat and male as before.
Mom brushed and combed my hair, arranging it this way and that, commenting on how it looked, and asking me how I'd like to wear it. I didn't offer any suggestions, as my mind was still swimming with my bizarre situation, and spinning as to just how I was going to cope with this nightmare. I felt rather silly and sheepish lying there in the pink frou-frou, but too weak to protest much; and besides, it did feel nicer than the hospital gown.
It was two more days later when Mom arrived in the morning with some clothes, and announced I was going home. She produced a pair of white panties with a pink flower appliquι, a half-slip in a pink rosebud print with a pink ribbon bow at the lacy hem, a white blouse with a small rounded collar, a plaid jumper, and plain black flats with white anklets.
"We don't want anything too tight around your waist until you have a chance to heal a little better." Mom explained as she helped me into the lingerie, blouse and jumper.
"Mom, I don't understand. How is it possible? You really changed me into a girl?" I questioned.
"Yes, Krista dear, you are now my daughter, a girl in every way." Mom softly replied.
"But how I my chest it's not a girl's." I meekly protested.
"You have everything a normal girl has, except your ovaries have just been implanted. The doctors say it will take a few months before they start making changes in your body and you begin growing breasts ,,, and having periods just like your older sister." Mom explained.
"PERIODS?" I fearfully exclaimed.
"Yes dear. I told you. You are a girl in every way now. It will take several months, but you will develop just like your sister. You will be able to get pregnant and have babies just like any girl. Tomorrow or the next day we will have to go shopping. You need so many new things now. You'll need some training bras to grow into."
A bra", I questioned, looking at my flat chest.
"Yes dear, it will look strange for a girl your age not to wear a bra, even if it's a training bra. When you return to school all the other girls in your class will have been wearing a bra for a couple of years, and most, if not all, will have their periods. I'm sure you will catch up in a year or so. At least that's what the doctors say."
I was stunned beyond words. ' pregnant? babies? me?
"Your sister will teach you, and help you with all you'll need to know about how to handle your period pads and tampons and such." Mom stated.
We arrived home, and Mom helped me into the house. She had me sit on the couch, and then lie down. Mom helped raise my legs, arrange my skirt over my lap, and then went to prepare lunch.
I napped on the couch after lunch until Caroline came home.
"Hi little sister." Caroline greeted, her bright smile being the first thing I saw upon opening my eyes. "Welcome to girlhood."
I felt my face flush at the thought of it.
"I like your pretty jumper. You look sweet, Krista." Caroline commented.
I felt my face flushing all the more.
Caroline lifted her skirt and tugged at the top of her stockings, smiled, and then lifted her skirt even further to tug at her panty girdle right there in the living room in front of me.
"Do you like my girdle? You will be getting your very own now, you know. I hear Mom is going to take you shopping soon for your own pretty dresses and things with lots of pretty lingerie, including your first training bras and your own girdles and stockings."
I nodded timidly, weakly resigning to my fate.
"We talked, and Mom and I decided you are to be dressed as a most delicate little girl in frilly dresses and lace and ribbons. She's going to buy you the prettiest, frilliest of girl clothes and panties and such. We think it best if you separate as far as possible from the insolent brat you were as a boy. Mom has asked me to teach you how to act and look the part of being the sweet, delicate flower of a girl you are to be. I'll help you to learn how to walk in heels; and I'm to help you learn the proper etiquette in dresses and skirts how to sit and mannerisms and stuff. She also said I was to answer all your questions and help you with your transition. You know you will be growing breasts and getting a period too!"
Caroline couldn't hide her glee that I was going to have to experience everything there was to being a girl as she both blushed faintly and smirked at my introduction to intimate girl details.
I was devastated that I had somehow and for some reason been turned into a girl, and my thoughts of growing breasts and having to go through periods shook me thoroughly.
"I'm going to have a period?" I mumbled.
Caroline looked at my frown, and then scootched me down on the couch, and smoothed her skirt under her as she sat.
"Don't look so sad. It's not the end of the world that you have to be a girl now. Half of the world's population are girls you know. It was your own male bigotry and arrogance that led to this. Don't let it poison you even now. The sooner you see that girls are every bit as good as boys, actually better, the sooner your perceived agony will be over, and the happier you'll be." Caroline stated as she gently ran her fingers through my hair.
"You will get to like being a girl. After supper I'll fix your hair and polish your nails for you. We'll start on making you the prettiest, sweetest girl."
Supper consisted mostly of soup and milk for me.
Caroline helped Mom with the dishes while I rested on the couch; and then Caroline went upstairs. When my sister returned downstairs she had changed into a more casual blouse and skirt sans girdle and nylons. She also brought a nail file, cuticle tool and nail polish and proceeded to work on my fingernails. I watched as she shaped my nails and turned them a girlie pink and then she started in on my toenails. When she was done I had matching pink fingernails and toenails.
"There, don't your nails look pretty?" Caroline asked.
"After Mom gets you some more clothes we'll have to do some shopping together to pick out pretty shades of lipstick and polish, and for your own accessories like purses, barrettes, bracelets and other girlie things. It's really fun being a girl. You'll see."
"Would you like to get ready for bed now?" Mom inquired.
I nodded.
Mom and Caroline helped me upstairs, and enthusiastically showed me into my bedroom now transformed into a girl's room with lacy curtains tied back with bows, and a flowery pink and white bedspread, and lace trimmed pillow shams. The room seemed to almost glow, being so brightly and cheerily feminine. My dresser top was covered by a lace doily with a hairbrush, hand mirror, a couple pretty bottles of perfume, and shiny hair ribbons. A bright, flower print nightie laid across the bed, and Mom and Caroline helped me undress and into the pink and white nylon with the lace and ribbon bow. After I went into the bath to wash and brush my teeth I decided to go to bed early, and they tucked me in.
In the morning Mom came in to wake me and change my dressings. I had stitches from my crotch to my sternum. I looked down for the first time at the nothingness between my legs.
"Don't worry about a scar. When you get a little older you will have plastic surgery to make it disappear; and you'll have the perfect body of a pretty young woman." Mom commented.
Mom's words were less than reassuring to me, regardless of their accuracy.
"I don't think we need to use another dressing for your abdomen, but you are still oozing a little down here. I think just a plain sanitary napkin will suffice. You may just as well learn to use Kotex now, as you will be wearing them monthly before long." She explained.
With that Mom left and returned with a box with "Kotex" in big letters on it. She placed the pad between my legs and pulled a fresh pair of white, lace-trimmed panties up my legs. She helped me into the bath where she assisted washing, and then dressing me in a full white slip followed by a thin blue dress with a small, white girlish collar with dainty ruffled lace, anklets and black shoes. She brushed and combed my hair, and slipped a light blue satin ribbon through my hair, tying a bow.
"Mom ' a hair ribbon?" I complained.
"Yes, girls wear pretty dresses; and they wear pretty ribbons in their hair. You are a pretty girl now, honey." Mom replied sweetly, turning my head toward the mirror.
The shiny blue ribbon bow nestled in the curls of the girl in the mirror screamed "sissy girl"; and I cringed.
"We'll go shopping to buy you some pretty dresses, and blouses and skirts. Caroline and I will teach you how to care for your hair; and I expect you to keep it well combed and brushed and adorned with pretty ribbons." Mom declared.
Mom escorted me down for breakfast. Caroline had already left for school.
That evening Caroline washed, conditioned and set my hair in curlers; and when she and Mom went to put me in my nightie and tuck me in Caroline quickly noticed the large blue box sitting on top of my dresser.
"Krista, your periods have started already?" Caroline excitedly inquired.
"No she's just practicing. They also make good dressings until she heals." Mom explained.
My sister watched as Mom changed my pad.
It was another three days of rest for me before Mom got me dressed and took me shopping on a Monday morning. I wore one of Caroline's flowery, girlie dresses. Mom spent extra time brushing and combing my hair and tied a pink satin ribbon in my curls. She gave me one of Caroline's purses to carry, and placed a comb, brush, lipstick and tissues in it.
We arrived at Higbees department store, and Mom led us right to the lingerie section. New panties for me was the first order of business, and Mom quickly picked out a package of panties with days of the week on them. Each pair, besides a day of the week in fancy embroidery, was decorated with different embroidered flowers. Tuesday's was yellow with white daisies, while Sunday's was white with pink rosebuds. Mom then selected several more panties that were displayed on little hangars. These were even fancier than the pretty day of the week panties, with lace and ribbon bows for dressier occasions. She held them out for me to examine. I pushed my small white purse up in the crook of my elbow, emulating my Mother as I accepted the panties.
"Don't you think these are darling?" Mom asked.
I nodded faintly.
"You feel prettier when you wear pretty underthings; and you are going to be a very pretty girl." Mom commented.
Mom looked to select some slips next. I found myself oddly a little embarrassed to find Mom looking at full slips for grade school girls with flat bodices. The full slip of Caroline's I wore was for a teenage girl, with a darted bust. Mom picked out the frilliest, laciest girl's full slip trimmed with ribbon bows and bought two. Mom then picked out three half-slips; two lace-trimmed white, and one a light pink rosebud print with pink lace. I was questioned about each of her selections: "Isn't this darling?" or "Don't you think this is pretty?" I could only agree, or nod. Mom encouraged me to feel the material and look more closely at the delicate details. Next, Mom located the training bras far from the wide selection of women's bras. There were only three styles, and after soliciting my opinion, Mom selected two with a little lace and white ribbon bow, and two with white patterned cups with a pink flower in the middle. We walked back to the women's foundation section where Mom located teen girdles.
"We need to get you a few girdles with just a little light control until you heal a little more." Mom explained as she tested the firmness of the elastic.
Mom found a soft cotton/elastic "pucker" blend with ruffled lace at the legs, nylon gusset and ribbon covered garters dangling from the bottom.
"Oh, these are just the thing, and ' so pretty " Mom gushed, holding out the girlie garment for me to feel and inspect with my pink tipped fingers.
Mom selected three: one each in white, pink, and blue.
We went over to the nylon-stocking counter next.
"May I help you today?" The lady clerk asked.
"Oh yes", Mom pleasantly replied. "We are buying my daughter's first stockings."
"Oh, how sweet. It's such an important step for a girl going from anklets to those first stockings." She cooed.
"How old are you dear?" She inquired.
"I'm 13." I squeaked.
"She'll be 14 in a few weeks." Mom added.
"OH ! Aren't you a cute, petite thing." The clerk commented, couching her surprise at my non-curved immaturity.
I felt embarrassed, surprisingly not so much at being seen as a girl now, but an immature grade school girl even though I was nearly 14.
"What size ' ? ' about a size 8 I'd guess." The clerk stated.
The lady set several boxes of size eight stockings on the counter, and Mom examined them, glancing at me from time to time. I was still flushed with embarrassment, and barely participated in the selection of six pair of fine, silky hosiery as they assessed the right shade for me.
Mom paid for all the lingerie, and we went on to look at dresses. We browsed through the dresses, blouses and skirts for twenty minutes as Mom selected three dresses, three skirts and two blouses for me to try on.
In the women's dressing room Mom helped me out of my dress, and then had me slip one of the bras on, adjusting it on my chest before pulling my slip bodice up again. I tried on one of the girdles as well before trying on the skirts and blouses, and then the dresses. One was a frilly, shiny lavender party dress with white lacy accents. It had a band of white lace with a lavender satin ribbon woven through it circumventing just under the bust culminating in a ribbon bow in front; and it had a wide sash that tied in a large bow in back. Mom and the women clerks swooned over me in the pretty party dress. Mom bought the dress and a second, plus two skirts and the two blouses.
Mom stopped at a rack of silky scarves as we browsed on the way out. She held up a pretty pink and white, and then a pretty yellow daisy print. Mom cooed over them, holding them up to me, and handing the fine, pretty nylon to inspect. Mom bought these for me as well.
We left the store with lots of packages, and arrived home with me now wearing a bra. Mom fixed a late lunch, and I napped until Caroline got home.
"Hi how'd the shopping go?" Caroline called as she got home from school.
:Krista, why don't you show your sister what you bought today?" Mom prompted.
Caroline eagerly awaited each purchase as I pulled them from their bags and boxes.
"Oh, how cute", Caroline squealed as she held aloft one of my new training bras. "Are you wearing one now?"
I nodded, blushing.
"Oh and ..' pretty garter panties. I started with these when I was 12. I think I still have one like this I wear occasionally. Eventually you will graduate to tighter, more figure controlling girdles, just like mine." Caroline stated.
Caroline examined the slips and fussed over the pairs of pretty panties.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed as she held up the lilac dress. "You are going to look so adorable in this pretty dress. Come on, ' try it on. Let me see how pretty you look."
Caroline took my hand and had me go with her upstairs. She helped me out of my dress upstairs.
"Let's put you in one of your new full slips." She said, slipping my slip straps off my shoulders.
"How do you like your new bras?" She asked.
I shrugged.
"Well, you better get used to it. You will be wearing a bra every day now for the rest of your life. You look so cute in your pretty training bra."
I blushed as I lifted my arms for Caroline to pull my new full slip over my head, and felt the slippery nylon sliding over my body. I looked down at the flat lacy bodice with the girlie ribbon bow. This slip fit much better than Caroline's slip, and I felt pangs of humiliation once again at the perception of being "immature". I had started 9th grade, and here I looked like a 6th grade girl. I was mired in a dilemma. I didn't want to be seen as a little kid, but as a girl that meant I would need to grow breasts. It was embarrassing.
My sister cheerily helped me into the lilac party dress, and zipped it; and I heard the silky zing of the girlie fabric as Caroline tied the sash in a neat bow.
"Oh, you look darling!" She squealed. "I love it! It's such a pretty dress; and you look like such a pretty little girl in it."
My sister primped over me and the dress. She was cooing and fussing over me still when Mom called us down to dinner. Caroline sighed, and then helped me back into my other dress.
Caroline glowed as she escorted her new sister downstairs for dinner.
"Caroline, you are going to have to teach Krista to be more of a young lady. She walked and stood like a clumsy boy when we were shopping today."
"Krista, I want you to listen to your sister and do as she tells you or I may have to find a finishing school for you, and enroll you in ballet to instill some feminine skills. You are a girl now, and you have to start acting like it."
Caroline smiled gleefully, while I winced at the thoughts of "charm school' or wearing a pink leotard and a tutu. Being taught by my sister sounded much better to me.
Later that evening Mom reminded me to put on a fresh Kotex pad after I washed for bed. The blood and fluid was much less now, and for the first time I examined myself closely. There was less to see between my legs as a girl, just a moist slit. I felt almost sexless, with no visible definition, only the frilly clothes I now had to wear that declared my identity. Caroline and Mom washed, conditioned, set my hair, and lotioned and powdered me all over before putting me into the silky nightie.
It was two days later when I stopped wearing Kotex. I was healing quickly now.
I started helping Mom around the house a little. Mom was teaching me how to cook, do laundry and even how to do a little sewing, all to Caroline's amusement. My sister also took delight in spending an hour or two after school to teach me how to walk, sit, and act more femininely; and I eagerly listened to Caroline's instructions rather than risk being shipped off to some sissy school. Caroline had me walking up and down the hall, as well as sitting and standing, with a book balanced on my head; and she had me walking and sitting like the prissiest girl in no time. Caroline also taught me how to wash, condition and set my own hair, and to use lotion and dusting powder. I was now expected to take more responsibility in my grooming and attire.
I felt strange putting on panties, and then my training bra in the morning, straining to get it fastened in back. I combed and brushed my hair, and was expected to wear hair ribbons. Mom and Caroline had placed a dozen or so shiny ribbons atop my dresser, and one was a rather large shiny pink bow with long ends ready to be pinned in my hair.
After lunch Saturday Caroline asked Mom to drive us into town. Preparing to leave, Caroline fussed over my appearance, primping my hair and applying my lipstick. I wore a new pink blouse with a white pleated skirt. Caroline wore a dark patterned A line skirt with a light blue cotton blouse.
We browsed through the shops in town; and Caroline took me to look at costume jewelry, barrettes, lipsticks and other cosmetics, and we picked out pretty perfumes.
My sister couldn't resist taking me through lingerie and dress shops. Caroline took delight, and giggled as she showed me some of the frillier, sexier lingerie girls and women wear, and the names of each of these feminine garments, like lacy garter belts, teddies, push up bras, and bustiers. Caroline cooed as we inspected the laces and delicate details of the pretty underthings: and she enjoyed holding them up to me, telling me I would soon have such frilly things of my own to wear as soon as I "blossomed".
We spent several hours looking at girlie clothes and things; and then Caroline led me into the cosmetic section. There were so many different kinds of makeup, and just oodles of different lipsticks, mascara, eyebrow pencils, false eyelashes, nail polish, lotions, foundations, blushers, and face powder. Caroline drooled over all the girlie items, examining which colors and shades would look good on her and me. She lamented that Mom wouldn't allow her to wear a lot of makeup yet, but she proudly declared she had a good many of these prized cosmetics, and used them in careful tandem so as not to wear everything at once and upset Mom.
"As soon as Mom allows, I'll teach you how to apply everything so you'll look so pretty." Caroline giggled.
She bought me some bright pink nail polish. Caroline then found some pretty barrettes for my hair, and a necklace and bracelet set with a teddy bear charm which she also purchased.
"Oh LOOK Krista!" Caroline squealed as we approached the earring counter. "We just HAVE to get your ears pierced so you can wear pretty earrings!"
I protested, but my sister was not hearing any of it. So my sister picked out teddy bear post earrings, and had the attendant shoot little gold balls into my earlobes. Ouch!
Mom was cheery when she picked us up, and eagerly listened as Caroline related our activities, and excitedly showed Mom my new posts in my ears, and my new gold teddy bear earrings.
That evening as Caroline and I finished the dinner dishes, the doorbell rang; and Caroline let her friends, Deana and Sherry in. I blushed as I watched from the kitchen.
"Deana, Sherry, this is my new sister, Krista." Caroline said.
"Your SISTER?" Sherry questioned. "Wha what happened to your brother? Oh my God! ' such a cute blouse and skirt. David is that you?"
Sherry and Deana's shrill giggles filled the living room.
"No, he had an operation. He is my real sister now. He is a girl." Caroline explained.
"David? a GIRL? No way!" Deana scoffed.
"It's true", Caroline declared. "Come ', I'll show you."
Caroline grabbed my hand and led me upstairs with Deana and Sherry following. Caroline removed my blouse and skirt, and pulled my slip straps off my shoulders, letting my slip slide to the floor. Her friends gasped at my stitches.
"Wow!" Sherry exclaimed. "David is a girl?"
"That's so funny!" Deana laughed. "He's the sissy girl just like us now!"
"Yes, he was so mean and condescending to us girls; and Mom was worried his male arrogance was bound to lead to trouble, so she SNIPPED it in the bud." Caroline snickered. "He is a girl now, in every way. Krista is to be a very girlie girl too. Mother is keeping her in pretty dresses, blouses and skirts. His pants wearing days are over. He is now the really sissy girl he liked to tease and so conceitedly made fun of"
I was red-faced standing in my bra and black panties with the pink flowers and white embroidered "Saturday" in front of my sister's friends. They had so often been the targets of my taunts. Deana and Sherry wore slacks and plain blouses now, making my embarrassment worse.
"Oh what a cute bra. and pretty panties, Krista. ' and just a training bra to boot ! " Sherry giggled.
"Oh and I love her pretty pink fingernails and toenails too!" Deanna hooted.
"Would you like to see some of her other clothes and dresses?" Caroline asked.
Her friends nodded, and giggled in anticipation as I was led across the hall into my bedroom. Deana and Sherry shrieked at the sight of my frilly bedroom and then the box of "Kotex" still sitting on my dresser.
"What is this?" Deana queried, pointing at the box, blushing slightly.
"Krista will be getting a period just like the rest of us." Caroline replied. "She will be developing breasts too. David is a girl a 'sissy' girl now, in every way."
Sherry and Deana gleefully giggled at my being called sissy, just as I had ridiculed them.
"You mean they cut off his boy thing?" Deana gasped in a hushed tone, still skeptical.
"Yes they've changed him into a girl; and such a sweet, sissy girl too." Caroline tittered.
Caroline then handed me my full slip, and I pulled it on as Caroline retrieved my lilac dress from the closet. Caroline helped me into the dress to the giggles and mock awwws from the girls as Caroline tied a bow in back. I turned, modeling the dress for them.
"Pretty dress Krista, you do make such a cute girl." Sherry commented.
"Yes, he makes a pretty girl a sissy girl." Deana giggled, once again parodying my own taunts.
Caroline, Deana, and Sherry went through my dresser ooohing over all my girlie lingerie.
The girls held up the frillier things, giggling at the thoughts of me wearing them. They fussed over me, and tittered as they primped my hair and ribbons, and were soon applying my sister's mascara, eye shadow, blush and lipstick, making me look even girlier and sissier. It was an activity I had seen them indulge in before with each other in my sister's room, only I was the center of their sissy experimenting now. When I was all made up to their satisfaction I was put in a pair of my sister's 2" heels and assisted downstairs to show Mom.
"Aww don't you look sweet, Krista? Yes, you are going to be such a pretty, young woman like your sister in a year or two." Mom cooed.
The girls helped me as I wobbled in the heels back upstairs.
Tuesday morning Mom helped me get groomed and dressed in a flowery dress. Mom took me to the Gynecologist's office, and after a half-hour wait we were shown back to an examination room where I was instructed to undress and get into a gown. Mom carefully folded my dress, slip and panties as I removed them. I sat on the edge of the table, and it was ten minutes later when the doctor came in.
"How are you doing young lady?" He asked.
I was too shy to answer.
"Well, let's take a look." He began.
"Have you had any pain or soreness?" He inquired.
I shook my head.
"Lie back and put your feet in these stirrups, young lady." He directed.
The resulting pose felt degrading as the doctor poked and prodded "up there".
"You are healing very well. I must say it's a very fine job by the surgical team. If I didn't know better I'd say you were born a girl. Everything looks just fine. Of course it's still a little early; but there is no reason to believe you won't grow into a pretty young woman. We'll do some blood tests to check your hormone levels, and make sure your ovaries are functioning properly."
"It looks like you have a lovely daughter there." He commented.
"Thank you doctor." Mom replied.
"Everything is fine then?" Mom queried.
"Yes ' fine. Make an appointment for next month; and we'll see how she's doing then."
"You are doing splendidly young lady. We'll see you next month."
The doctor left, and my face began to return to a normal color as Mom helped me back into my panties, bra, slip, dress, anklets and shoes.
The nurse returned and took some blood from my arm.
"You are such a brave, pretty girl." The nurse commented.
"Thank you", I replied, shyly.
Friday was my 14th birthday, and Mom had me put on one of my prettier dresses for dinner just before Caroline got home from school. Mom served chocolate cake with 14 candles, and ice cream at the end of dinner. I was then showered with presents wrapped in the prettiest packages with satin ribbon, not the cheap curling ribbon, but quality satin ribbons to use as more hair ribbons. In the nicest pink foil package was a pink cashmere short-sleeved sweater and matching knit skirt. The sweater had a white eyelet lace collar. They were very pretty and felt so soft, like a cloud. Caroline swooned over them. To go along with the sweater and knit skirt Mom bought me a pretty, pink taffeta full slip with pink embroidery at the bust and hem.
"You need to wear a taffeta slip with knits, honey. A nylon slip will tend to bunch due to static electricity." Mom explained.
I was given a variety of girlie things, like a whole set of different earrings, and one set of long dangling gold earrings. I was given several lipsticks, mostly shades of pink, and a cosmetic package filled with lots of different lotions, creams and makeup. Caroline gave me a Barbie doll. It was a very girlie birthday no baseballs or model airplanes.
Caroline took me upstairs to change into the pink outfit. The taffeta felt quite smooth, and was stiffer than my nylon slips. Caroline gushed as I slipped the angora sweater and pink skirt over the pink slip. The taffeta slip "rustled" softly and girlishly under the sweater and skirt as I descended the stairs to model my new things for Mom.
Saturday evening over dinner Mom said we were going to church in the morning.
"Krista, you'll wear stockings." Mom declared.
That evening I washed and conditioned my hair, after Caroline washed hers, and went over to her room with her hair wrapped in a towel.
"Krista, would you like me to set your hair?" Caroline called.
I walked into my sister's room in my bra and panties. Caroline wore a short terry robe, and was putting her hair in curlers.
I sat while she finished, and then she ran a comb through my hair before beginning to put it in curlers. Caroline chatted about her hair and mine, and about makeup and her girlfriends and how I would also have close girlfriends to confide in and giggle together with when I returned to school.
We were still talking when she finished putting my hair up; and I was stunned as Caroline slipped her robe off! Caroline pulled a nightie out from her dresser drawer and turned as she continued talking as she prepared to pull the nightie over her head. She stopped when she looked at me.
"Krista, what are you staring at? Haven't you seen girl's breasts before?" She queried.
I shook my head. I couldn't stop staring at her breasts. Her nipples and the brown area around them were three times as big as mine, and darker too. Her nipples were raised, and seemed to stand out even more by the second. Caroline lowered her nightie, and put her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out even more.
"Do you like my tits?" She asked, smiling.
I could only breathlessly nod my head.
"That's good, 'cause you are a girl yourself now, and you'll be growing your own, and since we are sisters your breasts may be just like mine next year." She stated.
"Wouldn't it be something if you grew bigger breasts than me?"
Caroline giggled a little at that.
I looked down at the flat nothing covered by my training bra.
"Take a good look Krista. I used to marvel at Mom's breasts when I was a little girl, hoping I would have tits like hers when I got older. Would you like to feel them? You should understand, and be comfortable with how you will look when you develop."
Caroline moved closer, and my hand reached up to feel her breasts before I realized I was doing it.
"See, they are just tissue."
Caroline's nipples were now sticking out nearly a full inch; and Caroline noticed my fascination.
"They react to cold like that, Krista." She giggled. "You'll find out about that yourself soon enough."
Caroline was completely comfortable being naked in front of me. I had to keep reminding myself I was a girl now, and it felt odd to think I would be growing breasts just like hers.
Caroline slipped her pink nightgown on, and I marveled at how her nipples poked the thin nylon out. Caroline rubbed her breasts, warming them; and the thimbles under her nightie retreated.
"You'll be seeing breasts of all sizes and shapes when you shower with the other girls at school. By then maybe you'll lose some of the curiosity you have with them."
Caroline got out her moisturizing cream, and smiled as she applied it to my face and neck first before applying it to her own. We then sat down together as we both redid our fingernail polish. As we sat doing our nails and talking, Caroline looked at my legs. She blew on her fingernails before running her hand along my leg. She frowned at the few blonde hairs.
"You need to shave your legs before you put on stockings." Caroline said.
Once our nail polish dried Caroline took me over to the bath, and smoothed her shave cream over my legs, and began running a pink razor over them.
"Once you start shaving your legs you have to do it more often. You'll probably have to do this once a week now." Caroline explained.
Once my sister had removed the hair from my legs, she lifted my arms and slid the razor over my underarms. I wasn't sure if I even had any hair there, but if I did, I didn't anymore.
Caroline then had me smooth lotion on my legs.
The next morning as we ate breakfast in our nighties and robes Caroline seemed even warmer and friendlier than before.
"Caroline, you'll have to show your sister how to put on her stockings." Mom commented as Caroline took my hand to go upstairs to dress.
"Go get dressed in your bra, panties, and girdle, and come over to my room. I'll help you with your stockings and fix your hair." Caroline said.
I went into Caroline's room with my silky stockings in hand as Caroline was stepping into her girdle. She smiled at me watch her wiggle into her girdle.
"Watch me put my stockings on. You have to roll them down, point you toes, and work them up your legs carefully. They are delicate, so you have to careful not to snag them."
I watched as she slid them on attaching them to the garters of her girdle. She then smoothed them over her leg, and tugged at her garters, making sure they were snug.
Caroline took one of my stockings and rolled it down before handing it back to me. I slipped it over my pink toenails and slid it up my leg. Caroline watched as I fumbled with the ribbon-covered garters. Caroline ran her hands over my stocking smoothing it up my leg, and tugged at the top before affixing the rear garter for me.
"Ok, now fix your front garter." Caroline urged.
I managed to slide the garter onto the dark brown top, and Caroline smiled her approval.
"Ok, now do your other one." She directed.
I rolled the stocking down and slid the stocking up my leg, and smoothed my hands up my leg, making sure it was snug, and then attached the garters with just a little difficulty.
"Good! How do they feel?" Caroline asked, smiling.
"Nice", is all I could say.
"You have pretty legs." Caroline cooed.
I blushed.
"You'll be wearing them a lot when you return to school. You'll be getting lots of practice. They are delicate so you must be careful you don't get runs. You can finish dressing now."
The stockings felt nice as I walked back to my room; and when I pulled my slip on, the nylon slipping over my silken legs surprised me with their thrilling coolness. No wonder girls liked to wear them, I thought. I put my dress on, and slipped into my white, strapped shoes. I felt so different wearing nylons. I went over to the mirror, and looked at my glistening legs. My legs did look very nice! No wonder girls liked them, I thought, turning this way and that looking in the mirror.
I felt so much older as I sat in the front seat. I was wearing stockings, just like my Mother and sister.
The three of us were warmly greeted by some of the women and one of the women's husbands. Caroline and I were told what pretty girls we were, and how pretty our dresses were. I was surprised to find that I enjoyed being told I was pretty, and the attention I was getting.
I felt quite girlish as I scooped my dress to sit between my sister and Mother, the skirts of our dresses overlapping.
When we returned home, the three had dinner in our Sunday dresses before changing clothes. Mom and I changed into less fancy dresses, while Caroline changed into a blouse and skirt sans girdle and stockings.
It was the Monday before Thanksgiving when Mom took me back to the gynecologist. I was apprehensive looking at the table with the stirrups as Mom helped me undress. The Doctor was cheerful again as he entered the room.
"How are you doing young lady?" He inquired again.
His stethoscope was cold as he listened to my heart and lungs; and then he examined my chest closely, pushing on it with his fingers.
"She is doing fine. Her hormone levels are typical of a teenage girl, so everything seems to be working. Her body is beginning to increase its body fat the beginning stage of puberty. She should be getting breast buds fairly soon." He said.
I had to lay back and put my feet in the stirrups again while the doctor examined my female parts between my legs.
"You are doing just fine young lady. You are going to make a fine, healthy, pretty young woman." He commented.
Caroline and I helped Mom cook and bake for Thanksgiving; and I wore nylons and my pretty, lilac dress for dinner.
Mom, Caroline and I spent most of Friday shopping. Mom bought me some pretty lingerie, and Caroline too. I got two blouses and a skirt, and Caroline got a new dress.
It was two weeks before Christmas when I noticed some change in my chest. My chest seemed a little "pudgy" or puffy, not completely flat anymore like I was getting a little fat. The area around my nipples seemed to be getting a little bigger, and my nipples itched from time to time.
I was always included now in their conversations and makeup sessions when Caroline's girlfriends came over. I was accepted completely in their girlish camaraderie. I was just like any other of their girlfriends.
It was Christmas Eve when we were all in our nighties when Caroline noticed the bust of my pink nightie was not as flat as it used to be. Mom and Caroline smiled when I raised my nightie and they took a closer look at my chest. They said I was "beginning" and my bust would soon swell into little breasts.
Caroline and I both got lots of pretty lingerie, clothes, jewelry, and cosmetics for Christmas. Mom and Caroline praised how I much I was sitting, walking and gesturing so much like a girl now as we opened presents and sat about on the floor and furniture. They were tickled.
Mom and Caroline took me shopping for even more clothes in the after Christmas sales. Mom said I would need more clothes for school. I was to start school the beginning of the year.
"Mom, you have to buy Kristi some new bras. She is in the 9th grade. The other girls and the boys too are going to tease her about still wearing nothing but a training bra." Caroline complained.
So we went for me to try on some new bras, 32 AA and 32 A, padded of course. I tried on several 32 AA, and Mom picked out two different styles that she said fit me pretty well. Mom said the one 32 A padded bra I tried on didn't fit right and looked too fake. Mom also bought me my first real girdle. It was white with an embroidered diamond satin panel with a ribbon bow at the top. The garters were hidden under the legs.
My new bras gave me slight bumps under my dresses. I wasn't flat anymore. Caroline said some of the girls would probably still tease me a bit, but not as badly had I worn the training bras.
I dressed for school a week later. Caroline helped me pick out a nice blouse and plaid A-line skirt. I wore nylons and my pink "pucker" garter panty.
"You get to wear a girdle and nylons every day now sister dear." Caroline giggled.
The temperature dropped the day before, so after breakfast Caroline and I put on our overcoats, and nylon scarves over our heads. Stepping out into the 10-degree weather took my breath away for an instant as my legs had only a thin layer of nylon for protection.
"Oh Caroline, it's so cold!" I complained.
Caroline giggled.
"You'll get used to it. I've walked to school in a skirt in colder weather than this!" Caroline commented.
I felt even more displaced as I walked toward the familiar school building, but in a skirt and nylons now. I was a girl. I found my locker and hung up my coat and scarf, and then found my homeroom. I met several girls along the way, and introduced myself as Krista. Several more girls, and a couple of boys approached me, as I sat at my desk in homeroom. They introduced themselves as we waited for the bell for first class.
As I went up the stairs to get to my English class I turned red with embarrassment as I recalled looking up girl's skirts as a boy on these very stairs, and nervously pushed my skirt closer to my thighs, something I realized I would not be able to do as soon as I started carrying textbooks. I looked around at the boys looking up at two girls near the top of the stairs in full skirts who were flashing lace and stocking tops, and wondered how much the boys could see of mine.
After just a few days I had found several nice girl friends, but three: Carol, Denise, and Karen I really connected with; and they would soon become my best friends.
Thursday was my first gym class, and I felt both titillated and odd in this new environment as I looked at the girls undressing in front of their lockers.
I felt shy and insecure among the other girls as we took our showers. A couple of the girls were well endowed, but all of them had breasts, even if some were small. I was thankful at least that my tits were budding. Just a month ago I could have gone topless, or worn a t-shirt with no need for a bra or undershirt. My chest could no longer pass for a boy's. It was something, at least, that my nipples and the darker area around them were a little larger, and pushed out slightly, hinting at breasts to come. I wished for breasts. This was a whole different take for me on peer pressure.
It felt odd indeed as I rushed to get dressed in bra, panties, girdle, blouse and skirt, and then putting on nylons, attaching them to my garters along with the other girls. Some of the girls, unwilling to deal with stockings and girdle, wore bobby sox or anklets instead when they had Gym that day.
We had a sizable amount of snowfall the following week; and Caroline and I wore boots, and carried shoes to change into once we got to school.
I made a pretty cute girl, and I was getting the attention of boys. Caroline and Mom made sure I was well groomed and dressed prettily every day. I found it both embarrassing and flattering as well as interesting and a bit confusing and problematic as some of the other girls teased me at how prissily I dressed every day. There was such a difference in grooming being a girl. Every other day I washed, conditioned and set my hair. I had to paint my nails and manicure them once a week. I had to spend 15 minutes or more each morning just brushing and combing my hair, scrubbing and moisturizing my face, and putting on lipstick, mascara and a little blusher.
It was February 27, and it was nearing the end of History class when I felt something wasn't right. I felt moist and icky in my crotch, so between classes I stepped into the girl's restroom. I was shaken at first at the sight of the blood on my panties as it took me a moment to realize what was happening. Mom and Caroline had made efforts to prepare me, and I soon realized I was having my first period. I left the stall to rinse out my panties, and used a paper towel to wash between my legs. The other girls in the restroom barely acknowledged my plight as the sink water ran red. I got a pad from the dispenser on the wall, and retreated to a stall to affix it between my legs after I dried my panties with a paper towel the best I could.
I arrived in English class a little late, and blushed as I made my way to my desk. A couple of girls looked at me knowingly. I felt I had somehow been accepted into a club.
Mom was elated when I told her when I got home.
"Oh honey, that's so wonderful. Congratulations, you are a woman now." She gushed.
Mom produced a gift bag.
"Here I've been saving this for this day, honey."
Inside were a couple of small pink books. One was a diary and the other a personal calendar.
"Here sweetie, you should keep track of the days you have your period. After a few months, if you are regular, you can calculate just when to expect your period to start. You may also want to note how heavy the flow is each day so you have some idea how often you may wish to change your feminine napkin. Oh I'm so happy for you! This is a very special day for you my daughter."
Mom hugged me, smiling cheerfully.
"How do you feel? Are you having any cramps or headache?" She inquired.
"No Mom, I feel ok."
"That's good. Just the same you should carry some Midol in your purse, just in case you do have some symptoms."
I went upstairs, and went into the bathroom to change my Kotex before returning downstairs for dinner. Caroline was thrilled as Mom told her.
"Oh Krista, that's so great! Gee, my period should start tomorrow. We will have our periods together!"
I chatted on the phone to Karen and Carol, and they expressed relief and happiness that I finally got my period. It was a girl thing to call each other and talk about everything, and Mom wondered if we needed a second phone line now.
Later that evening as I was preparing to put on my nightie, Mom came in.
"You are a young woman now Krista. Here, you will need to use this when your period ends so you will feel nice and fresh again. It's something we women do for feminine hygiene."
I opened the box Mom gave to me to find a large balloon along with a long nozzle. The box read "Douche Kit". Mom explained this was used to cleanse my vagina.
The next morning Caroline came into my room smiling cheerily. She was wearing Kotex too.
"You got your period too?" I asked.
"No not yet, but it is due today. I don't want to be dashing into the restroom during school today." She explained.
"Yes, you are right." I replied.
Mom's advice about keeping a diary was sounding very sensible. I took out the personal calendar and marked February 27 and 28 with a P.
I put two more Ps on my calendar before I was able to put away the Kotex for another month. I awkwardly used my new douche kit before bed once my period stopped.
Two weeks before Easter my friend Karen had a slumber party. There were eight girls there including her older sister. We changed into nighties and sleep shirts early, around 8 o'clock, and put each other's hair up as we talked about makeup, hairdos and boys. We played truth or dare and I had to name three boys I'd like to be marooned with. We had pizza and snacks at 10 o'clock and talked, giggled and laughed until after 2 o'clock in the morning. It was everything I imagined a girl's slumber party was. We all had a great time.
It was a good thing that Mom had new "Princess" phones installed for both Caroline and me, along with a second line. I was no sooner off the phone with one of the girls from the slumber party when another would call, and we would talk for another hour about who said and did what, and about makeup, clothes, school, and boys.
Mom took Caroline and me shopping for Easter dresses on Good Friday. Mom bought me a pretty, cream-colored flower print dress with lacy accents. Caroline got a similar styled dress only it was solid peach. Mom bought us new stockings and lingerie panties and slips, and we each got two new girdles.
Our Easter baskets held lipsticks and nail polish besides candy, and I found myself as pleased as much as Caroline.
I awoke on April 29th with cramps and a headache. My third period had begun. Mom was sympathetic, and allowed me to stay home from school.
By the middle of May, as the school year was coming to an end, I was getting more of a figure. My hips filled out while my waist had shrunk two inches, so although I still wore a 32 AA bra I looked much shapelier.
Memorial Day weekend the three of us went shopping, and Mom but us both new bathing suits. I now had my own pink one-piece suit. It had a small ruffle on the bra part, and it made me look like I had bigger breasts than I actually had, especially with the foam cup lining that all the suits had to keep our nipples from showing.
Between my girlfriends and Caroline and her friends I found so many fun things to do. Unlike last year when I was a boy and something of a loner much of the time, my girlfriends were always calling, and we loved doing things together, even if it was just window shopping or hanging out at someone's house and chatting and doing our hair and nails. I really enjoyed the slumber parties us girls had about every other week. I found it pleasing to be a girl and be included in so many fun activities.
Over the summer my breasts continued to fill out and grow. The second week of August Mom took me shopping for new bras. I took a much more active interest in choosing the style and pretty detail of bra for myself. Mom let me choose some new slips, a new girdle, shoes, blouses, skirts, and dresses for school. Along with many new clothes I came home with six new 32 A cup bras.
When I started my sophomore year my wardrobe was much the same as Caroline's. I now wore the firmer panty girdles to rein in my hips, and although Caroline wore a 34 B, my breasts were just slightly smaller copies of hers with fully developed nipples, and we had similar shapes. Mom now allowed me to wear full makeup, and Caroline taught me how to apply eyeliner, eyebrow pencil, and eye shadow.
The third week of school I heard from my girlfriends that Greg Beyers thought I was pretty, and was asking his friends if he should ask me out. Greg was a handsome athlete and captain of the basketball team, a very popular boy; and he was a Junior and drove a car! All my girlfriends were envious and excited for me. I must say I was a little excited. I thought he was really nice and really cute!
I stayed home from school on September 20th with menstrual cramps. It seemed like every second or third period gave me cramps and aches. The world of girls was so much more complicated, but exciting and enjoyable in it's own close-knit way.
It was three weeks later, and after many rumors and whispering amongst us girls, when Greg asked me to go to a movie on Saturday night. My girlfriends were pleased and jealous too. My sister was thrilled for me, and anxious to help me look nice for my very first date.
Saturday afternoon Caroline helped me put my hair up, choose a pretty pink nail polish, go through most of my closet and choose the right dress and shoes, and be helpful. I ate very little for supper; and then Caroline took my curlers out and fixed my hair. I put on a new girdle that I wiggled into, new nylons, my favorite bra and prettiest slip, and then Caroline helped do my makeup to perfection before I slipped into my pretty lilac dress. Caroline then helped me choose my prettiest earrings, bracelet and necklace, and tie a lilac satin ribbon bow in my hair. Caroline gave me a light sprits of pretty perfume.
"You really like this boy, don't you?" Caroline asked as she fastened the clasp on my necklace.
"Oh yes! All the girls think he's just the greatest! He's very handsome and popular. They all think I'm so lucky! I'm really looking forward to tonight." I replied, as I looked at the pretty gold hearts suspended from delicate gold chains from my ears.
"Let's change your lipstick sis. You can wear mine." Caroline said.
Caroline wiped my lipstick off and applied a slightly redder shade to my lips.
"This is indelible. So when Greg kisses you tonight it won't smear." She said gaily.
"Do you think he'll kiss me?" I queried.
"Of course! He can't help but want to kiss you. You make a completely adorable girl! You are so pretty, Krista. Greg won't stand a chance."
Caroline hugged me; and we both giggled.
"You really like being a girl, don't you Krista?"
I blushed a little.
"Oh yes! I love my pretty clothes and having so many nice girlfriends. I had no idea it could be so much fun being a girl."
"We have to get a picture of you. You look so perfectly adorable in your beautiful dress. You can give Greg a copy to carry in his wallet."
Caroline had me smile and strike a feminine pose for her. The camera flashed, and all I could see was bright white spots for a minute.
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When my eyes focused I was looking at a candle in the middle of Caroline's room. I looked down. My pretty lilac dress was gone. I was wearing a shirt and pants. I was stunned and confused. What had happened?
"You see? Girls aren't so bad after all, now are they David?" My sister questioned.
I looked over to see my sister smiling brightly, and then back at the candle.
I stumbled back across the hall to my room. My room was no longer bright and cheery, but strewn with clothes boy clothes. I looked in my dresser. I opened my closet. The pretty lingerie and dresses were gone. I fell on the bed and I cried.
The end
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