This story was inspired by the fine graphic artistry of Jenny North. Her grasp of the conflicts and impossible situations we sometimes find ourselves in, is without a doubt, some of the best I have seen, as she brings a refreshing and sometimes funny peek into our secret lives. Jenny North’s site is worth a serious look. Laugh, cry, or snicker all you want, but please, check out all of her magnificent magazine covers, and see them for yourself.

This story inspired by a panel on her cover entitled "Feminine Charms 2".

Jenny’s site is tgfa.org, which is a link on Crystal’s Sprite’s site. Storysite.org

Thanks, Janet

 

Hiding in Plain Sight                    by: Janet L. Stickney                         JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

Tom and I went all through school together, but we were never close friends. It was only when we found out that we were both attending the same college we decided to room together. He seemed fine at first, then he began to change. Tom’s moods would swing from high to low then back again, plus, he developed an ugly temper. It wasn’t pretty, and it became harder for me to be around him. He also developed some kind of extraordinary attachment to me that began to scare me. He tried to control me, telling me when I could leave, what to wear and so on. Then, when I told him to go to hell, he became violent to the point that he had even grabbed, and threatened me. That’s when I told him I was moving out. His mood went from one of moderate anger to enraged maniac in a flash, and he attacked me again! It was a brief struggle. He pushed me, and I hit him in the mouth. After we squared off again, he told me that if I moved, he would hunt me down and kill me! There weren’t that many places for me to go, and I couldn’t just quit college, since that would ruin my future. But I refused to let him push, or intimidate me like that. Tom was bigger than me by a bunch, and I had managed to get by simply because I had caught him off guard when I smacked him in the mouth. Now he knew what I would do, yet still tried to intimidate me. I had enough, and made arrangements to move out. After a talk with my parents, they agreed, and told me to rent a small apartment. After the third time he had attacked or threatened me, my mind was made up, and I left, the next day, while he was at class. I moved out, taking everything I owned. I was gone by the time Tom returned from class. My next thing to do was report him to the college and the local police, but all they could do was monitor things. Unless, and until, he actually attacked me, causing injury, their hands were tied.

Since Tom and I didn’t share any classes, being that close to him wasn’t a problem, but walking around on campus would be. He knew my class schedule, so I had to find a way to get on with my life without having to be constantly on guard. I no longer wanted to be tortured by his mood swings, sometimes violent temper and possible attacks. I had found an apartment that wasn’t to far away, signed the lease, then made arrangements to have the phone hooked up, and the utilities put in my name. The apartment came furnished with basic furniture, so, after I hauled my stuff inside, I spent a few days moving things around to suit me. After all that, I called home and talked to my dad. He assured me that the extra cost would be worth it just to get away from Tom, and maybe my grades would improve. He told me that my mom was coming up to visit, and for me to be prepared to put away more stuff.

Mom stopped by the next day, just like dad warned me. Since they live only 60 miles away, it doesn’t take long to get to the college if they wanted to visit, and true to his word, mom brought pots, pans, plates, cups, towels and so on, plus some pictures and other kitchen stuff she said I would need. Over coffee Mom got that impish grin on her face, which only meant that she was up to something other than fixing me up with pots and pans. As mom and I sipped our coffee I found out why she had that silly grin on her face.

"You’re father and I were talking about this dilemma you’re in Bill, and while I can’t say that we’re happy about it, answer me this. Do you remember, back when you were in Junior high, when you went to that party dressed as a girl?"

"Ummm…yeah, why" I said, and just knew what she was going to suggest.

"Well, do you also remember that nobody knew who you were? And, all the kids had known you since you started school in Elementary?"

"Yeah, I remember, but…"

"You were really quite cute you know, and now, with Tom on the rampage, I was wondering if you had considered that?"

"What" I asked foolishly, knowing full well what she meant.

"Becoming a girl silly! Now, don’t look at me like that! There is no reason for you to dismiss the idea out of hand Bill, we still have all of your sisters clothes, and since she is in the Navy, she won’t be needing them. And if my guess is right, you could probably wear most, if not all of them. You could become Jill again and continue in school without Tom realizing who you are."

"Let me get this straight. You want me to start dressing as a girl, then attend college as a girl?"

"And why not? You know perfectly well you can do it, and it does offer a lot more protection than anything else at the moment, plus, Tom has never seen you dressed as a girl. That, plus the inability of the campus or local police to do anything doesn’t leave you much in the way of choices does it? Based on how you looked before and Tom never having seen you as a girl before, it provides the answer to the question of your safety, doesn’t it?"

"Mom" I said, "That party was a one time thing! Even if I did agree to this plan of yours, how do I go from Bill to Jill here at college. The minute my name is called, and I answer it, the charade would not only be over! I would become the laughing stock of the college."

"Yes dear, I know that party was the first time you had dressed that way, but you were so cute! Even Beth was envious of you."

As she waited for me to say something, and as much as I wanted to admit that mom was probably right, I held back. My mother is quite small, barely over 5 foot tall, and can’t weigh more than 105 on a rainy day, while dad isn’t a real big man himself, but I fell in between them in my build and height. I stand only 5’5" tall and weigh about 120. Dad is 5’10’ and is probably 150 pounds. That’s when mom played her trump card.

"Don’t you remember? I went to school with the Registrar. I’m sure she will cooperate, especially in light of the circumstances."

Mom and I traded stares for a moment. There was no way I was going to jump on her suggestion. While I knew that I could look like a girl, having already done it, I also knew that becoming a girl every day would be very hard. Just to get by, I would certainly have to do my makeup and hair every day, probably my nails, then act like a girl the whole time. Walking wouldn’t be to hard I guess, but hand gestures, using the ladies rooms, having other girls wanting me to join in with them, that would be very hard, if I agreed that is. I just knew it wouldn’t be easy. On top of that, mom thought that the one time I did dress as a girl was way back in Junior High! Yet, somehow, I also knew that based on what the campus security people and the police were telling me, they couldn’t do a thing until Tom attacked me. As much as I did not want to admit that I had dressed up after that party, I felt I had to fake some resistance mom’s suggestion, and tried to think of another way around Tom and his threats. But I couldn’t think of a thing. It was no use. I would have to try it, and hope for the best. With the specter of Tom going off on a rampage, and my unwillingness to quit college, I knew I would have to try it. Mom didn’t say a word, but went out to her car, returning with several suitcases which she put on the floor.

"You do what you think is best, but these are filled with enough clothing for you to get by on for a while, including all the makeup and hair care items you’ll need. Just call me when you decide, or if you think you need any help. I can be here in an hour and a half if I have to."

"Okay mom, thanks. I’ll think about it."

Mom dropped the subject and I made us a small lunch. But what she had told me kept resounding in my head. A girl! Me! I recalled that night so long ago when I had, on a lark, and with my sisters help, gotten dressed in her clothes. Beth was almost beside herself with joy as she worked on me, then, when I saw myself for the first time I also went into shock. I no longer looked like me, but a younger version of my sister. Well, I went to the party, expecting to be discovered right away, but the exact opposite happened. Not only was I not found out, some of my friends hit on me! That was an awakening for me, and I had gotten dressed up several times after that although I never went any where. Now, as I looked over at those suitcases, and the prospect of once again becoming a girl, I got a strange feeling in my bones, and I knew that after mom left, I would get dressed again. I had to prove to myself that I could either still do it, or I couldn’t, only this time, I would have to try it alone, as like many times before, Beth was not available. Mom stayed about two hours before she left for home, leaving me to decide what to do. But before she left….

"I’m getting a new car in a few days, so your father and I thought that you might as well have my old one. I’ll drive yours home and we’ll trade that one in. Besides, Tom doesn’t know this car."

How could I refuse an offer like that? Mom got a new car every two years, so hers was almost new, while mine was a clunker I bought in high school! We traded keys and mom went home. About an hour after mom left I opened the first suitcase. Lingerie of all kinds, a few skirts and blouses, and some shoes. The second one had dresses, a suit, more shoes, blouses, tops and skirts. The third one was more a satchel. Makeup, a blow dryer, curling iron, barrettes, hair spray, fake nails and so on filled that one. There were also three jars of hair remover and plenty of disposable razors in a package plus some bath oil. Still uncertain about all this, I closed the cases and sat back. Then the phone rang. The voice on the other end sent a chill down my back. It was Tom! Somehow he had found me!

"I’m very angry with you Bill. I warned you about moving, and you did it anyway! Now I’m going to have to hurt you." Then he screwed up. "Just tell me where you are and we can talk this out."

Tom knew the number but not the address! "I’ll think about it Tom. Right now we need some time apart. I’ll call you and let you know, okay?"

"Two days squirt. Call me in two days or else!"

That phone call virtually sealed my decision for me. But instead of becoming scared, I became determined. I could never take Tom on head to head, he would pulverize me. I had to use my smarts. The very first thing I did was call and get my number changed and have it unlisted. Looking at those suitcases, I knew my personal safety lay there, and even though I had lingering doubts about doing this, I dragged all of them to my bedroom. It took another hour for me to get up the nerve to slather on all that hair removing cream, shave close, then touch up all the places the cream missed. I filled the tub, using the bath oils, and sat there carefully examining every square inch of skin I could reach. By the time I was out of the tub I had spent an hour and a half altogether, but my skin was smooth to the touch, and the air in the room felt somehow chillier. I found a package of new panties, pulled a pair on, then opened the makeup kit. It wasn’t so long ago that I didn’t remember how Beth did it, but as I stood in front of the mirror, I had to dredge up from memory every single thing she did, then how to do it, and try it myself. Foundation, then powder, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and some blusher. Of course I was clumsy, but all in all, not bad I thought. Then I went in to dig out a bra, and found the same birdseed breast forms I had used the first time! I wondered where mom had found those! Once I had the bra on and filled, I pulled on a pair of pantyhose, then a skirt, blouse and finally, stepped into a pair of shoes. Finally, I added the wig.

To say the I looked good would be on the far side of the truth at best, yet I didn’t look like myself either. I needed help, and the closest help was 60 miles away. With Tom having found my number, then calling me to make a threat, I had no choice. I called mom and asked her to come back the next day, and stay the entire weekend. Then I called the police to file a report about Tom’s threat. The officer I spoke with was sympathetic, but again told me that until and unless Tom actually caused me bodily harm, there was nothing they could do about a threat. It was a quirk in the law she said. When I told her that I simply could not quit college, and planned on hiding in plain sight, she asked me how, and I told her what mom and I had decided. The officers response was that if I needed her help, I should call her direct, and gave me a number. I felt much better after that, especially since she didn’t laugh when I told her I was going to become a girl.

At home…..

"Well," mom said, "he’s going to do it. He tried to skate around it a bit, but the way his eyes lit up when we talked, there was never any doubt about it at all. I’ll bet he is busy trying on everything right now."

"You know I don’t like the idea of our son dressing as a girl, but he does have a pretty good reason I guess, and you’re telling me he dressed up as a girl, even after that party?"

"He doesn’t think we know, so don’t let on. Just let me handle this. If I’m right, he’ll look just as cute as he did before, and this Tom will never figure out who Bill has become. Plus, he’ll get this dressing thing out of his system. So, by letting Bill dress as a girl, it does several things all at once. When this is over, he can become himself again, and Tom will be history."

"If you say so, I’m just voicing my concerns."

While mom and dad were talking….

I must have spent hours staring into the mirror, yet nothing changed. I tried doing a few different things, but the results were always the same. I never got better looking. About the only good thing in all of this was that there wasn’t going to be a lot of cost since Beth and I are the same relative size. I hung up or put everything away, and saw that mom had selected clothes that she knew would fit me. Even the shoes fit pretty good if a little tight. I spent the evening trying to make that wig do things it wasn’t designed to do, and just like the last time, I finally gave up. I went to bed hoping that Tom wouldn’t find me, and if he did, nothing would happen.

The ringing of the doorbell woke me, and looking at the clock I saw that it was barely seven! Stumbling out of bed I looked through the peep hole and saw mom standing there, another bag in her hand. I let her in, and in typical fashion, she took charge. "Let’s get you ready, then we’ll go have some breakfast" she said, and without much in the way of a struggle, I let her guide me through makeup, then hair. We did not do my nails. As I stood there looking in the mirror I had to admit that the changes mom made in the way I put my makeup on had given me that same fresh faced young girl look I had seen on so many girls in and around the school. Handing me a purse, mom waited as I put my wallet in it and with some trepidation on my part, we left the apartment.

We ate at a nearby family style restaurant, and while I felt I looked okay, I was nervous, those ugly concerns that had plagued me before rose up, and I was afraid that someone would read me as a boy and begin to make a scene. That never happened of course, and during breakfast I was surprised when mom suggested that I consider having my own hair cut and styled in a way that not only looked feminine, but would be easy to take care of. I said no because I was sure that Tom would see right through that. If anything, I wanted my hair longer, and a different color if possible. My hair is collar length, a little full, and according to mom, long enough to do a lot of things with if I wanted to try. Only my consistent fear of Tom and my resolution to remain, yet hide in plain sight, which was growing unsteady by the way, kept me from agreeing.

"Are you committed to doing this Jill? There are other solutions you know."

"If I leave college Tom will think he has some control over me mother! Why should I give up my college? If I stay, no matter how I’m dressed, I can graduate and get on with my life. If I’m lucky, Tom will never recognize me, or find out where I went, and this isn’t going to last forever mom. As soon as I graduate I can return to my old life, get a job and so on. I’m not sure I can do this, but I’m willing to try, and for now, that’s all that counts. If your friend can get me listed as a coed, then Tom won’t be able to find me, and if he does, how will he be sure it’s me? I don’t think he would be willing to rip my clothes off just in case I am who he thinks I am mother. If this works like you say, I just might be a girl. Then what? He’d go to jail for sure. He knows that, so that’s a bit more protection, isn’t it?"

"Well," Mom said, "Not many girls actually wear wigs all of the time since they get uncomfortable rather quickly. Let’s find a salon and just see what can be done. I’m sure that once we find a salon, and they start working on you, you will change your mind, and when you do, I’m going to have them give you the works. By that I mean thin your eyebrows, wax your upper lip and chin area, cut and style your hair, do your nails and so on. That means that now is the time to back out if you have any concerns about this working." I didn’t say anything, which mom took as my agreement. "Why don’t we find a salon in the area? I’m sure they will have a better idea."

With mom staring at me, I tacitly agreed with my silence and held in check a broad grin that I felt coming on. Then, right after breakfast, she and I went driving around near my apartment, looking for a salon. We passed several, and each time mom said no. She said they were too "seedy", then she spotted Lorraine’s. She parked the car, and for the first time in my life I went into the bastion of femininity. This is the place that takes plain girls and turns them into pretty ones. Mom led the way, acting as if she owned the place. Following behind, I was assaulted by the smell of the place, but mom acted as if she noticed nothing. Potted ferns, light jazz playing in the background, women in light blue smocks walking around in rollers, dye sets and wet nails were my first impressions. The stylists all wore white smocks and latex gloves, and all of them were gorgeous.

"Can I help you ladies?"

We turned to see an older woman standing there, her name tag said Lorraine.

"Yes," mom said, taking Lorraine by the arm, "you can help us. Jill has a unique problem, and we are here to see if you can help her. Can we take a minute to explain it to you…in private?"

Embarrassed, I followed them into a small office where mom explained why I was there, and asked her to help as well as keep my secret.

"Oh, honey!" Lorraine said as she looked right at me, "you are not the only one like you on the campus, there are at least three others I know of! I also have some male clientele that come in to be done. It’s not common, but not unheard of either. Of course you can count on us. Let me get Jeri in here. She is very experienced and can help you in many ways."

In a few minutes Jeri came in. I was surprised to see that she was only a few years older than I was! But, she was smiling as Lorraine told her that I needed "the works", then told me to go with Jeri. I glanced at mom who smiled at me, and I went with Jeri, expecting the worst but hoping for the best. Not expecting it, I was surprised when she handed me a pile of books, then together we went through them. To make sure we were in the right section of the books, she removed my wig. Now that really made me aware of my status as a male in a beauty shop, and I wanted to slink down in the chair! Only Jeri’s gentle prodding kept me upright.

It didn’t take Jeri long to single out a style, and I agreed that it was very nice. Then she began. Washing my hair, then trimming a little before she set in the rollers. As she worked we discussed hair color, and since I had mentioned that I did not want to look anything like I did right then, she suggested an auburn tint. I said yes, and she added the color. The things that happened to me after that were not only different than anything I had ever experienced, but suffice it to say that I now know how a chicken feels when its plucked. Upper lip, chin, arms, and hands were all waxed! Woof! Did that ever hurt! Those commercials I saw on television were all lies! When Jeri finally said she was done, I took one look and knew that it was possible for me to attend school as a girl! My once stubby blunt nails were now longer, looked thinner, with a rounded end and painted a soft red. My hair seemed to glisten in the light whenever I moved, the auburn color in stark contrast to my green eyes. Jeri had set it in curls so that it was about even with the bottom of my ears, curling under to expose my newly placed stud earrings. My makeup was flawless, my face smooth, my eyebrows arched and also thinned out, and now, I was better looking than I had imagined possible, and also, I was now committed.

As I stood there looking in the mirror, mom walked in looking for me. Her eyes locked on mine, and in a moment of surprise, she gasped, then smiled at me. I stood there, unsure of what to say or do, but as I glanced in the mirror again I knew that Tom would never guess who I was. I still wasn’t what I thought could be called beautiful, but I felt that I was at least average in looks, and other than the harder part, which was acting like a girl, I would be okay, if a little lumpy and uncoordinated for a girl. Mom paid the bill, tipping Jeri handsomely, then set up a regular appointment for me! According to Jeri, I should come in twice a month. As we left the salon, there was a new confidence in my step as I knew that unless I really screwed up, I could probably get by. With mom driving, she and I went to a local boutique she had found.

"I found this shop while you were in the salon. There is one item that you’ll absolutely have to have if this is going to work, and that is a pair of really good breast forms."

"What does dad say about all this mom? I mean, after what Jeri did for me, I’ll be dressing as a girl every day now, and that also means I’ll have to be this way at home when I visit. Is he okay with this?"

"He understands why you’re doing it, and he accepts the fact that Tom could, and probably would, beat you up if he got the chance. He checked with our attorney who told him essentially the same thing the police told you. Unless Tom actually attacked you, there isn’t much the cops can do, and because of that, he has agreed to it. I can’t say he likes it, but he understands it."

Since my trip to the salon, all of us would have to live with it, me most of all, but I can’t say I minded at all. In the small shop mom found, the woman was very perfunctory in the way she went about fitting me for breast forms. She didn’t even blink when she saw my male chest, or when I handed the sacks of birdseed to mom. It took almost an hour for the woman to match my skin tone, make the casts, and prepare the mixture. After a quick baking, she filled them with silicone, finding exactly the right amount to give me a full B cup breast that didn’t sag very much, then she attached them to my chest. By the time she was done, it looked as if I had grown them myself!

"The glue I used" the woman said, "will allow you to wear them for about two months. The newer latex breathes a bit which allows for a greater amount of wear time, but come in every two months and I’ll remove and clean them while you rub a special lotion I have into your skin. I’ll reattach them, and you’ll be fine for another two months. Okay?"

"Yes Ma’am" I said, even as I struggled to get the bra back on, while both of them simply watched me.

"Let me show you something Jill." Mom fastened the bra in front, spun it around, and I yanked it into place. "Now, isn’t that easier?"

Embarrassed, I put my blouse back on while mom paid the bill, then we went back to my apartment. Mom and I spent a lot of time as I tried on all of the clothes she brought to me. She said she wanted to see for herself how they fit. Some were too small, and some didn’t look good, but I had seven skirts, five dresses, ten or so blouses and all kinds of tops. About all I needed were some shoes that fit just a little better, and according to mom, bras that were a size larger and panties of my own. As I walked, tried on the clothes and so on, I could feel my new breasts move every time I did. It was unnerving yet exciting in every way. The next day we went out and I bought three pairs of shoes, two bras and some more panties. Mom went home on Sunday, telling me to go ahead and attend class, just like always.

Monday morning I wore a skirt and top to class. At first I was nervous about this, but nobody looked at me funny, pointed or giggled. I sat in a different chair than my usual one in every class, and the day went by quickly. It seemed to be easy, and I relaxed a bit. On the way out to my car I saw Tom walking towards me, his face contorted with anger. There was no place to go and I kept walking, only my calm outer façade between me and being pulverized by a maniac. Tom went storming right by me and I quickly got in the car and drove away. It worked! Tom looked right at me, didn’t recognize me, and went on by! That night I called home, and got dad on the phone. I told him what happened, which he said made him happy, but he wanted to know if I was sure about this "dressing as a girl thing" as he called it. I told him I didn’t see any other way, and that I didn’t like it any more than he did. That was almost true.

The reason I was willing to adopt the dress of a girl must be obvious by now, After that time I went to the party as a girl, I realized that I liked dressing that way. The skirts and dresses, the scents of the perfume and makeup, the taste of the lipstick, and the way the clothes felt. After that fateful night, as I mentioned before, I had secretly dressed up many times. I had never mastered the art of makeup as well as most girls, but I did okay. Now, with Tom on the rampage I had the perfect alibi to dress as a girl, and mom had helped me by seeing to it that I had boobs, my hair styled, and my nails done. Since I had everyone’s approval, I became very relaxed and simply accepted this chance as a way for me to become the girl I always felt I had inside, which seemed to make doing makeup a lot easier. No pressure, just determination

That morning, as I got dressed, everything seemed to go easily. I had no trouble getting my makeup to look pretty good, I didn’t fight the bra or the clothes, and my hair seemed to fall into place. That’s when I began to experience a sort of enjoyment, and over the course of the week I became adept at getting dressed, better at doing my makeup and hair, and now had the time it took me to get ready down to 45 minutes. I hoped to get to half an hour before long. It wasn’t Tom, but two girls in one of my classes that unnerved me that week. They had introduced themselves to me, then asked me to join them for pizza Saturday night! It was all I could do to smile as they insisted that there would be a bunch of girls there, and talked me into going. Claire and Kelly told me to be at their Sorority house by 7, and I said I would be. I had no idea what to wear. Scared wasn’t the word for it either. My mind conjured up all sorts of dire things happening, but another part of me told me that I couldn’t stay in my apartment the entire four years. That’s why I agreed to join them.

I spent a good portion of the day on Saturday just making sure my skin was smooth and didn’t have any extra hairs sticking out anywhere. I decided to wear a skirt and blouse, but chose one of the shorter ones. It was black, about two inches above my knees, cut as a straight skirt. The blouse was emerald green in a satiny material that looked good with my hair. I pulled up in front of the Sorority, parked the car, and was waved inside by Beth.

"Oh, you look great Jill! Kelly will be right down. She’s trying to decide what to wear. Lets wait in here."

I followed Claire into the living room and sat with her, as we waited for Kelly. Claire asked me where I was from, my high school and so on, and I told her the truth about everything. She never asked me if I was a boy and I did not volunteer it. Kelly was taking so long that Claire asked me to join her and go see what was taking so long, but I declined. If there was one place I did not want to be found out at, it was in a Sorority house! Expulsion would be the very least of my problems. Claire quickly went up the stairs, returning with Kelly a few minutes later, and the three of us piled into my car and went to the pizza place. Actually, it was a nightclub of sorts with music, dancing, food and so on. Following them into the place we found a table and even before we could order, we were surrounded by a bunch of guys! Claire and Kelly were both having a great time while I was terrorized almost to the point of silence. Only once had I been in this situation, and that was six years ago! I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hi! I’m Greg. Care to dance?"

"I…I’m not a good…"

"It’s easy! Come on, I’ll show you."

He took my hand in his, and I quickly found myself out on the dance floor. Of course I knew how to dance, but I was used to leading! Now, I was being lead around the dance floor. Greg was taller than I by almost a foot! The top of my head barely made it to his chin, and using his strength, he had no trouble when I made a misstep. He merely picked me up, turned, then set me down! Later, as we walked back to my table, he asked me to join him. I looked over and saw Claire and Kelly deep in conversation with two guys, my seat taken.

"I have a table by myself Jill. Come and sit with me."

Reluctantly I agreed, and he once again took my hand and led the way. Greg was very nice, polite at all times, well dressed in chinos and a pale blue shirt. He had the darkest eyes and a nice smile. Doing my best to maintain myself in a feminine manner, I had my knees locked together so hard my thighs began to hurt, then, after about half an hour I had to use the ladies. This would be my very first time in a ladies room, but nature called, and I had no choice. Excusing myself, I grabbed my purse and went in, only to find a line up! It took quite a while, but finally my turn came and I went into the stall and did my business. On the way out, like many other girls, I touched up my lipstick. On the way out I met Kelly coming in.

"I see" she said, "that you snagged a good one!"

"Greg? Oh, we’re just talking, nothing special."

"Not yet anyway!" She went in the ladies and I went back to the table.

Greg had his hand over mine and we were talking when Tom appeared at our table!

"Greg, have you seen that twerp Bill around anywhere?"

"No I haven’t, what’s the matter?"

"He moved out on me!"

"So?" Greg said, "Why don’t you just get a new roomie? There’s plenty of guys looking right now."

"I’m going to whoop him bad when I find him!"

Then Tom left! The whole time he barely glanced at me, and when he did, he was looking right down my blouse. Those breasts of mine do not belong to a male, and he never even considered me to be anything but what I appeared to be. I could feel my heart beating hard as Tom stood there, waiting, anticipating his sudden rage if he should see through my disguise. When he left it was all I could do not to collapse right on the spot. Drawing a deep breath, I calmed down enough to say something.

"That guy" I said to Greg, "is nuts! Why would he want to beat up someone that moved out?"

"Tom is an explosion waiting to happen. He’s been like that since we were kids. If he doesn’t get his way he explodes. He’s been in a lot of trouble because of his temper."

"You went to school together?" I did not recognize Greg, and hoped it wasn’t true.

"Nope. I went to a private school, but we lived close to each other. He’s a nut case. I hope he doesn’t find whoever he’s looking for!"

"Me too Greg, me too."

Later, as I went to leave, I saw Kelly and Claire with their guys moving towards the door as well, and Greg put his arm around my waist and walked me to my car. As I went to get in he pulled me to him and kissed me, right on the lips! Not hard, but enough for me to know that he was very interested. Flustered, I got in the car, then, as I was ready to leave, he handed me his card. "Call me" he said, "I’ll meet you anywhere". I drove off without answering him, but both Kelly and Claire wanted to know all the details. I hedged and did not answer them, and by the time I was safely back in my apartment, I was a wreck. I was on overload with all of the new things I had done that night. Kelly and Claire took it all in stride. Meeting boys, flirting and so on. That was all new to me, but what made the biggest impact was the way Greg tasted on my lips. Manly. Strong. And handsome too.

I wore my skimpiest babydoll to bed that night. As I drifted to sleep I had a vision, well two visions. One, Tom found me and was beating me to a pulp. The other was the same as the first except that Tom never actually struck me. Greg stepped in and took care of Tom for me. God, I was starting to think like a girl! In the morning I got up, made coffee, and dressed for church. I wore my best suit, the red and black one, my black heels, and a white blouse. Nothing fancy. The church wasn’t yet crowded and I found a seat in the middle. I had been to the church twice before, but not as a girl, and recognized many people, but they didn’t recognize me. It was during the service that I saw Greg and a woman that could only be his mother. His eyes caught me, and I smiled. I didn’t mean to, really. It just happened. I sat there through the service, then as I was walking out, Greg met me, his mother at his side. A smallish woman with wide hips and snow white hair, she had the kind of eyes that twinkle when she looks at you.

"Jill, this is my mother. Mother, this is Jill, the girl I mentioned earlier."

We shook hands, and I did my best to be as feminine as I could be. Then his mother shocked me when she invited me to eat lunch with them! I was very concerned because the slightest mistake on my part could end in disaster, and the word "no" formed in my mind even as she took my arm in hers and insisted. Just how could I say no after that? Greg was beaming as he escorted me to my car, told me to follow them, and drove across town. During the drive over I once again forced myself to be calm, telling myself that I was a girl, over and over. I dearly hoped it was working.

Greg was a perfect gentleman, seating his mother and I, then, over breakfast, as we were chatting, Greg told his mom that we were from the same town. All at once she wanted to know where I lived, who my parents were and so on. I kept to the basics, and the truth. I told her Beth was in the Navy, where we lived, my age, and so on. Nothing critical, and nothing that would indicate who I really was, but she seemed satisfied. When the meal was over, I thanked them, Greg walked me to my car, and I started to go home to change, since I had planned on a trip home to see my parents. But at the last moment I simply decided to go as I was. I was pulling into the driveway less than two hours later. From habit, I quickly checked my makeup, touched up my lipstick, then opened the car door. Just as I was getting out of the car, my skirt hiked up a bit exposing a lot of leg, dad opened the front door and stood there staring at me.

As I stood up I smoothed out my skirt, then grabbed my purse, walked up to dad, and without a word, kissed him on the cheek. I had shocked him with that kiss, but he accepted it, and opened the front door for me. With dad right behind me, I walked over and sat down on the chair, my knees together, as demurely as I could.

"Oh! Jill!" Mom said as she walked into the room, "How nice to see you! And you look so nice!"

"Thanks mom." I looked at dad for a moment, and saw him still standing there.

"You um…look real nice" dad said as he motioned for me to stand up again. "Are you sure about this? I mean, you look so…"

"She looks just beautiful, and you know it, or you wouldn’t stuttering along like you are!" Good old mom to the rescue! "Why don’t you go up and change honey. Some slacks, maybe jeans and a top. I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable."

I went up to my sisters room, opened the closet, and after undressing, tried on three pairs of slacks and two pair of jeans. All of them fit, and I left the room wearing jeans, a pink pullover top and white gym shoes. I folded the slacks and hung up my suit to take back to college with me. I had taken a moment to hide things, and the jeans were tight enough to define a very feminine cut in the front of the jeans while the padding on my hips gave me a rounded figure. Smiling to myself I went back to the kitchen. It was over a light snack that I happened to mention that I had met someone from town, his name, and the fact that I had met his mom. When I mentioned his last name I thought dad was going to swallow his tongue.

"Jill! Do you have any idea who she is?!"

"No, why dad? She was very nice, and simply accepted me for the girl I appeared to be!"

"I’m sure" he said. "that’s true, but she is very wealthy, and her family owns most of the property downtown. If she ever found out the truth it could get ugly very quickly."

"But I told her the truth about everything dad! She assumed that I am a girl, I didn’t tell her otherwise, and now that you know, if she calls, maybe we can handle it better."

"She does have a point you know. Jill never mentioned she was a girl, the woman simply assumed it, therefore we can protect Jill by simply agreeing with the woman. How else would she find out?"

Dad had no answer to that, and while he was concerned, he finally acceded my point. After that the day went quite well. Before I left for college mom and I once again raided my sisters closet, adding a few skirts, some sweaters, a coat and tops. I wore the jeans back to the apartment, all my stuff in the back seat. It was late by the time I had all my clothes put away and flopped into bed, falling asleep quickly. The next day went quickly, but halfway through the afternoon I remembered what had been bugging me for a while. Up to that point I was using my original drivers license, which, now that I was living as a girl, would cause me some problems sooner or later. I stopped by the police station and asked to see Sgt. Marilyn Benson, and was escorted to her office. Tall with strikingly blond hair, she smiled at me, yet I saw a cloud pass in her eyes.

"Hi. I’m Jill. I’m the one that talked to you about being threatened by my room mate. You said to call if I needed help, but it was closer to just stop by. I hope you don’t mind."

Her eyes went wide as she recalled our conversation, then she waved at a chair and I sat down.

"The reason I stopped by was to see if I could get some kind of legal identification."

"I see" she said, then…"would you stand up for me please?"

I stood, turned when she motioned, then sat back down.

"Jill? I have to say that I have seen lots of guys done up as girls, but you look fantastic! Obviously you have a drivers license now, so why don’t I just give you the test again? That will get you a new drivers license, with the information fitting the way you look now."

It took about twenty minutes to take the test, another twenty to fill out the paperwork and have my picture taken, but I left the police station with a brand new drivers license that said I was a female! With the new license I could do almost anything, and there wasn’t a thing Tom could do about it. I didn’t look like a lingerie model of course, but I fit right in with the rest of the other girls on campus. I thanked Marilyn, took her card, and went to my apartment. I drove up, parked the car around the corner, then walked towards the door. As I turned the corner I saw Tom standing there! Without a pause, but drawing in a deep breath, I walked up to the door.

"Hey! You live here?"

"Yes" I said in my sweetest voice.

"Does a scumbag named Bill live here?"

"There are no scumbags living here at all! Now let me pass!"

Tom hated it, but I pushed by him, opened the door and went in, leaving a trace of my perfume behind me. By the time I was safely inside, with the door locked, I was shaking really bad. Peeking out the window I saw Tom move to his car and just sit there, waiting for me to arrive. Just as I was about to call the police to report him, the phone rang. It was Greg! I was never so happy to hear his voice. I told him what Tom was doing, how he scared me but not why, and he said he would be right over. Less than ten minutes later I saw Greg drive up and opened the door to greet him. But he stopped to talk to Tom. There was a shouting match, and Tom left in a cloud of smoke from his burnt tires. Greg came in and I hugged him tightly.

"What did you tell him to make him so mad?"

"Easy Jill. I told him that he was making my girlfriend nervous, and he had better leave. He was under the impression that a guy named Bill lives here. Obviously he is wrong and he knows it."

"Thanks for coming over Greg. If he thought I was Bill, he might have attacked me!"

"No he wouldn’t. Tom is a bully suffering with from over active paranoia, but he isn’t stupid Jill. If he put one hand on you, he knows that the cops would toss him in the can without even thinking about it. Are you okay now?"

"Yeah, thanks Greg."

That is the precise moment he took me by surprise. Greg put his arms around me, pulled me closer, and put his lips on mine. It wasn’t fireworks and stars, but I had never felt like that before. Even though I had no previous thoughts about guys kissing me, I will admit that it wasn’t bad at all, and kissed him back. Greg was so tall that I had to look up at him, and when I did I saw him smiling at me.

"What!?"

"You made a good impression on my mother the other day. She’s going to call your mother and try and set up a lunch or something."

"That’s nice" I said, not sure if it was, but glad I had told my parents about Greg’s mom. "When?"

"She did not say. I have to go Jill. I’ll call you later in the week, but if Tom shows up again call me not matter what time it is."

"Okay" I said, then pecked him on the cheek.

After Greg left it hit me that I had acted like a girl the entire time, from the moment I saw Tom to the moment Greg left! Looking in the mirror I realized that I liked being a girl a lot more than I wanted to admit, even to myself. Before, just getting dressed up was a thrill and I reveled in every minute I was able to wear girls clothes. Now, after having lived as a girl for almost a month, I knew in my heart that being a girl meant more than wearing the clothes. I could still taste his lips on mine, and more, I liked it, and wanted more. Surprised at that thought, but giving in to it, I went into change into a nightgown, a grin on my face. Time seemed to fly by after that. I talked to Greg twice a week, he and I went to a show each Friday night, and I became very comfortable as a girl. It was when Kelly asked me to join her and some other girls for a pajama party, but I had to decline. I knew that if I wanted to become part of the Sorority of women, I would have to have a woman’s body. Boobs, hips, narrow waist, smooth skin, the works.

At the end of my school term and it was time to go home, Greg and I had become very close. He wanted more, but of course, that was out of the question. I did what I could for him, stressing that I would not give up until I was married. That worked, but he hated it. By then all of my mannerisms were so feminine that I quit worrying about it. My hair, once just below my ears now lay on my shoulders, soft and shiny, my nails still done to perfection by Lannie, the manicurist at the salon. As I packed up to go home for the holidays, I planned carefully. There would be no generic clothing. Every piece was the most feminine I had, except for one pair of jeans. When I was on line I had found a site that detailed how I could hide certain parts, and since that time I have had to sit, just like a woman, for all functions. My maleness was well hidden now, and that was okay with me. I didn’t want it anyway.

I had almost everything in my car when the screech of tires caught my attention. Turning I saw a car racing across the parking lot, gaining speed as it drew closer. Just as I thought the car would pass by me, it swerved inward. The car hit my car, driving it forward and knocking me to the ground, then my car rolled up on top of me. Unable to move, I lay there, hoping someone saw what had happened. Then I saw a shadow become the shape of Tom. His eyes seemed like they were on fire, his mouth drawn in a cruel sneer and in his hand was a knife. There was nothing I could do as he bent down close to me, the knife so close.

"Listen bitch. Greg isn’t here to protect you now! I want you to tell me where Bill is, and I want you to tell me right now, or I’m going to cut you!"

There wasn’t any way I was going to tell him the truth, he would kill me for sure if I did, so, in a quivering voice I told him I didn’t even know the Bill he was after let alone where he was or how to find him. As the blade bit into my neck and the pain grew stronger, the look on his face grew angrier, and I just knew that I was going to die, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of an early death. But nothing happened. I opened my eyes to see a hand gripping a club, poised and ready to swing. The thunk I heard was followed by Tom falling away from me, the knife dropping to the ground as he sagged, then dropped.

Someone began to jack up the car, then I was pulled out from under it. I had been fortunate in that I was not badly hurt. No broken bones, just some scrapes and so on, and I was able to stand up on my own. The man that whopped Tom on the head was calmly standing there talking to a cop while the EMT people were pushing me into the ambulance. Since I was able to walk, they left the siren off, and it took a few minutes longer to get to the hospital. Regardless of what anyone thought, I knew that I was a male, and the prospect of going into, and possibly being admitted to a hospital did not thrill me. Everything I had worked for would be undone in a minute, only I had no say in the matter at that moment.

The admitting nurse was very nice, and let me call home before I saw a doctor. The moment I said I was in the hospital, my dad said he and mom would be on the way. Just then I was handed a form to fill out. I wavered before I wrote the name Jill on the form. The rest of the information was correct. The same nurse helped me get my skirt, pantyhose and blouse off, gave me one of those awful gowns, and I sat there waiting for the doctor. Since I was not seriously hurt, it took almost an hour before I met her. Young, pretty, and clearly tired, the young doctor yanked the curtain closed and examined me from head to toe, but not before she asked me to remove my bra. As I released the fastener in the front, I knew that once I bared my chest to her it would be all over. The bra slipped forward, and my breast forms stood out like a beacon. She didn’t even flinch! She checked me all over, bandaged a few places, and told me to get dressed. Before she left the room, she handed me a prescription.

About then my mother came tearing into the room with dad right behind her. Once assured that I would live, I told them what had happened. Mom helped me get dressed and they took me back to my apartment. Dad had been filled in on what happened by the police officer that stopped by the hospital. He also told dad that Tom had been arrested for felonious assault with intent. We all knew that meant that Tom was going away for a long time, so, once we were all inside the apartment, dad asked the only question that I wanted to avoid.

"Well, now that Tom isn’t going to be a problem, when can I expect to see my son again?"

I looked at mom for support since I was sure that she had figured out the obvious. All she did was smile and nod her head. With help from her, I was stuck. As I looked at dad I must have conveyed some sort of message just with the way I looked at mom. I really didn’t want to tell dad that I was not going to return and become his son. I couldn’t do that now. Just as I was ready to say that, dad sat down across from me.

"You’re not going to change back are you?"

I shook my head no, afraid to even talk at that point.

"But you’re not a female! You can’t give birth!"

"Mom can’t either" I said, somewhat emphatically, then regretted it. "Mom is a woman, she can’t give birth, and I’ll bet that right on this campus we could find several girls my age that can’t either! Does that make them unable to be females?"

"That’s not" dad said, "what I meant and you know it! What I mean to say is that you’re a boy!"

"Maybe when I started life dad. But not now, not ever again. I can’t!"

I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door, falling on the bed in a fit of tears. It took me almost an hour to compose myself, repair my makeup, and walk back out. Mom had made some coffee, so I poured a cup and sat down facing my parents. The very first thing mom asked me shocked me.

"Have you and Greg had sex?"

"What!? How could we? No! It’s none of your business!"

"I’ll take that as a denial of the obvious, and don’t you ever talk to me like that again Jillian Marie!"

Chastised, I sat glumly in the chair sipping the coffee while mom glared at me.

"Now," mom went on, "we are all adults here Jill, and we all know that you can take care of Greg without ever removing your panties, don’t we?" It was a rhetorical question and I did not answer her. "Assuming that’s the case, we can also understand just how feminine you have become, not only on the outside, but on the inside as well. Now that we have that out of the way, tell us. Is it your intention to become a woman? Yes or no."

"Yes" I said, as it was the only option.

Dad was clearly upset with what I had said, but there wasn’t any way to deny what I felt. In virtually every respect I had become a girl. From my mannerisms, the way I dressed to the fact that Greg and I were now very close. The mere fact that he knew that I had helped Greg reach orgasm was further than he ever thought would happen. The fact that I used my hand didn’t even matter. I got up to refill my coffee cup, but did not sit down when I returned.

"Your car" dad said, "is wrecked pretty badly Jill. We’ll have it towed to the dealership. If it’s a total loss you’ll get a new car out of this." Then he settled back in the chair and stared at me. "I guess it’s your life and you are old enough to make this decision alone, so all I can do is support you, but I can’t say this is what I had planned for my son."

"Dad" I answered, "this isn’t what I had planned either! It just happened, and now, well, I know this is what was meant to be."

My parents took me home for the holidays, and to my great surprise, all of my Christmas presents were for a girl. Nightgowns and slips, two new dresses and some skirts, perfume and jewelry populated the pile at my feet. My sister Beth had come home on leave, and from the moment she saw me, it was as if we had always been sisters. Greg and his mother stopped by, and for the first time dad referred to me as his daughter. I was tense about their meeting, but it turned out just fine, and Beth kept winking at me because I had a boyfriend. I guess I did. From then on everyone in the family treated me as a girl, and I began to take the right medication to become a real girl. Greg and I dated for about ten months, then we drifted apart, but by then I had developed a modest shape with small but perky boobs of my own. Life is just great now, and I am done hiding in plain sight.

 

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