The Grass is Greener                             Paul G Jutras

 

Part 2

Mom and Dad looked down at the field from their breaches. Tammy and the football players broke formation and started to scatter about the field while Tom waved his pom poms from the side lines. Steve, the captain of the football team, tossed the ball into Tom's arms. Before Tom, could react, Steve had knocked him flat on his back and gave him a kiss before getting up.

"Quite a ladies man, our daughter is." Mom smiled she watched Steve take the ball and return to the huddle.

"Tammy." Steve said a smile on his face. "I know this is going to sound odd, but my sister is having a party this Friday and thinks you're cute. I don't think she realizes you're not really a guy."

"After this season on the team and waking up with a hard on each morning, I don't think I can remember what it was like to be a girl." Tammy admitted. "I'd love to date your sister."

"There's just one thing," Steve added. "She doesn't realize that Tom isn't a girl either and insists that I go out with your sister. You can tell him that it wasn't my idea, but if you can ask him for me I'd really appreciate it."

"Sure thing." Tammy replied as Steve called the play and they returned to the game.

That afternoon as Tom returned home from the game, he found a UPS box in his room. He opened it up to find a pair of panties inside. "Mom, since when do we have underwear mailed to us?" Tom called out as his mother stepped in with a devilish grin on her face.

"That's not just any panty." Mom said as she showed it to him more closely. "It's a special type that will force you to go to the bathroom like a real woman. In fact, while you're wearing it your manhood will be completely hidden."

"Do I have to?" Tom asked, not liking the idea of not being able to stand up to go to the bathroom anymore. With the look on his mothers face, he knew that he had no choice but to put it on. As he turned and looked at himself in the mirror. Between the breast forms and the panty, he really looked like a girl now.

When Tammy came home, she and her father knocked against one another shoulders with their fists in greetings. "How was my new son's day today?" he asked quite interested as he saw the smile that formed on Tammy's face.

"The head of the football team arranged for me to go to Betty's party as her date." Tammy said mysteriously as she looked up and saw her mother atop the stairs. "He was insistent that Tom goes with Betty's brother Steve."

"That's great." Mom said with a smile as the look on Tom's face made her realize that he over heard. "That means we get to go on a shopping trip."

"No, mom." Tom pleaded. "No. Don't make me go out on a date with a guy. How much more do I have to take before we end this?"

In a sleeveless black dress with a white stripe down the front and open toe heels, Tom went with his mother down town. His mother sat outside the dressing room as Tom went in and changed from one outfit to another. Some were dresses while others were blouses and sweaters with skirts. Tom didn't know which were more exhausting, trying on the clothes or carrying the boxes.

As Tom and mom was off to the beauty salon to be retouched, Tom noticed Tammy in the men's department with dad. Tom had to admit his former sister looked great in a suit and tie. Once at Barbie's, Tom had his nails retouched and his hair high lighted just a bit.

"So there's a young man in your life." Barbie said with a smile as Tom found himself unsure how to answer all her questions. Even though he's been dressing as a woman for some time now, he still hadn't gotten around to thinking of himself as one. The now empty feeling between his legs sure did help him though. "Is he cute?"

"I guess." Tom answered unsure of himself giving the right answers. His mother just sat across from him and smiled at the pleasure of seeing her former son suffering. "I haven't really thought of him as cute before, but I suppose he is."

For the first time Tom realized that he actually thought of a boy as cute. As he put his heels back on, he looked down at his displayed toe nails and wondered if Steve would be turned on by the color. "Mom, do you think Steve is cute?" Tom asked.

"Yes dear." Mom giggled. "I think he's very cute."

Tom went through all his new outfits, tossing them on the bed. He couldn't believe he was having such trouble deciding on what to wear to a date he didn't even care about. He started to wonder exactly how he really did feel.

That night at the party, Steve sat with Betty, Tammy and some of the other guests in the hot tub. Tammy wore a tank top with her bathing suit and realized the drugs her mother had recently been giving her would keep her from growing any breasts.

On the porch that over looked the hot tub, Tom stood in the head cheerleader. His hot red dress made him stand out next to her black one. "Rumors about you two been buzzing about the in crowd since the tackle on the field." She said as she took a sip of punch.

"Like I care." Tom replied as he turned and looked at him. "Do you know who he's taking to the school dance?"

"Not a clue." She replied. "But every cheerleader on the squad is trying to rope him. From the look on your face, that includes you."

"As if." Tom sighed as he stared dreamy in Steve's direction.

Walking over to a table where a group of guys and girls were playing truth and dare, Tom almost choked on his punch when he over heard the teams right end talking about Steve having a cross on the male cheerleader. The group looked in Tom's direction and started laughing.

"All right, that's enough." The cheerleading head said as she patted Tom and the back and took him to the bathroom to fix his face. "You know that prince charming only thinks with his pants."

"If this is a fairy tale, bring on the frogs." Tom joked. "With a kiss, I'll turn them all into princes."

With a sniff of Tom's glass, it was obvious that some guest had spiked the fruit punch and Tom was quite drunk. "I think I'd better drive you to my place. You can sleep over like some of the other squad members have to avoid letting their parents know they're drunk."

The next morning Tom woke face down with his breast forms filling out his bra and his special panties. In her night shirt, the head of the cheerleaders walked up and shook her wake. "I had to sneak up the coffee. You'll be yourself again in no time."

"No so loud." Tom whispered as even that send pains to his hang over.

"You're dad called," she answered in a softer tone as she went through her closet. "He wants you home by noon, so I told him I'd lean you out of my outfits to wear." With that she pulled out a green shirt with a tan skirt and matching belt. "It'll be a little small, but should fit you well enough until you can get your own clothes on."

"Where is my old clothes?" Tom asked.

"In the wash. With the dryer broken it'll be awhile before they dry on the clothes line."

Saturday afternoon went by without any hassle. Saturday night Tom surprised his folks by going with Steve to the local night club. Tom thought he looked hot in his blue turtle neck sweater, skirt and blue pumps. The rock band played hard on stage and the two danced the night away and got to know one another better.

"I didn't expect to see you here." Stacy smiled as she pushed her long red hair out of her face while her boyfriend nuzzled her neck. "Especially kissing that."

"Jealous?" Steve asked as Stacy turned and stormed off.

"If you were going to dump me, I had expected it to be with the opposite sex." Was Stacy's final words as the door closed behind her. Tom and Steve just looked at one another as they started slow dancing and French kissing at the same time. They ran their arms over their bodies and they rubbed up against one another.

After their dance they headed back to Steve's car giggling. "To the new king and queen of scam." Steve laughed. "I should have no problem getting Stacy back if I take you to the dance like Betty wants."

Tom didn't know how to feel. He actually thought Steve was starting to really like him. He just gave a fake smile as Steve drove him home and Tom dragged himself up to his room to sleep. He really needed to sort out his feelings for Steve.

Sunday was spent at the town's local water park. With the special panty underneath, Tom was surprise how good he looked in a his blue bikini. The cheerleaders each dawn their sunglasses and sunscreen as they floated down a calm stream in tubes while Steve and the guys on the way to the top of the slides watched them pass by.

"I can't believe you're going out with that." Charlie the full back said as he and the other members of the football team looked at Steve. Steve just looked down at Stacy on her float and then turned away so that they didn't think he was looking at Tom.

"Hey, I'm only trying to get Stacy back." Steve reminded his teammates not sure if it is Stacy or Tom he preferred. "That's the only reason I agreed to my sisters little dating set up. As far as I'm concern, it's working fine."

 

As the dance night had arrived, Tom and Steve held hands as they walked into the party. Although the music didn't actually stop, it seemed like it as all eyes turned there way upon entering. Tom just flashed a feminine smile and tossed his now increasingly long hair back. The two walked over to the punch bowl and Steve poured them both a cup.

As Tom turned and started to talk to some of the cheerleaders, Stacy grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him toward her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled on his ear. "You don't want him when you can have a real woman, do you?"

Turning to see the hurt look on Tom's face, he removed Stacy's arms off of him and turned back to his date. The two started their dance. "I'm sorry Stacy, but Tom's my friend."

"Chill Stacy," Crystal comforted her. "You know what they say about other fish in the sea."

"You know, Steve." Tom said as he leaned his head on Steve's shoulder while the dance. "I'll talk to mom on Monday about me starting hormones. Then I can see about giving you the type of feminine figure that you deserve."

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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