Honey Girl

by Marci Manseau

 

Chapter One - Missing Mom

Hi! I'm Andy. I bet you don't know many boys who like to be girls. I'm going to try to tell you all about me here. I hope you like my story.

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Linda, my best friend, and I were at my house after school and we were bored, as thirteen year-old kids frequently are, so we began to roam around the house. We were in my dad's bedroom when Linda opened the closet that used to be my mom's.

"How come all your mom's clothes are still here, Andy?" she asked. My mom been lost to us four years earlier in a boating accident.

"I guess my dad never found time to get rid of her stuff," I guessed. I didn't really know. I knew they were there but it simply hadn't occurred to me to ask my father about it.

Leave it to Linda to think of it, though. Not much ever escaped her. She had a very inquisitive mind, and she was usually the one that decided what we'd do, or where we'd go. She was blonde, petite, with the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen: she was very cute and had lots of self-confidence, but I was short and thin, not at all aggressive or athletic. I was nice looking though.

"She had a lot of pretty things," Linda said as she looked over the clothes hanging there. "It's too bad no one gets to wear them anymore."

"No big deal," I replied quickly. "Let's get a soda." Little did Linda know how uncomfortable she was making me. Luckily, she was easily distracted that day, so she followed me into the kitchen to get a soft drink.

Most days I was home alone after school. My dad would be at work for least three hours after I got home, so I usually went into his bedroom and straight to the closet that had been my mother's. I was twelve then and I still missed her a lot. Somehow, it made me feel closer to her when I went through her closet and touched the pretty things that she had worn. At times, I could still smell a tiny hint of her perfume on her clothes. I know it may seem weird, but it just made me feel a lot better.

I'd been doing that for a few weeks, and at first, all I'd done was to look over her things and touch them, but one day when I was going through her dresser drawers, I picked up a pair of her panties and held them in my hand. I liked how soft they felt, then I wondered what they felt like when you wore them, so I decided I had to try them on. I don't know what had come over me as I'd never had any attraction to women's clothing before that day, but I guess the sensual feel of fabric totally got to me. Those particular panties were pink and had white lace trim around the waist band and leg openings. They were made from the silkiest fabric I'd ever felt. And, being twelve, I guess I didn't know that boy's weren't allowed to do things like that.

I stood in front of my mother's dresser and took off all my clothes, then carefully stepped into the delicate garment and slowly slid them up my legs. Once I had them on all the way and my hardening penis was encased in the silky fabric, I became an instant lingerie addict. Something inside me just clicked, and I'm amazed that the sound wasn't heard all across town. That's how nice those panties felt on me.

I spent a long time looking at my reflection in the mirror of my mother's dressing table. I ran my hands over my bottom and penis many times through the delicate pink undies, and was more delighted each time. For some unknown reason, I also felt a bit guilty, but not nearly enough to make me stop. Just before my father was due home, I went into their bathroom and masturbated while still wearing my mother's panties. I was careful not to get any cum on them though. I quickly put them back in the drawer and got dressed in my own clothes.

Almost every day after that, I'd repeat that scenario. In a few weeks time, I'd tried on all of my mother's panties. I soon discovered that I preferred the lacier ones, and I was particularly fond of the dozen or so pairs of satin panties I wore frequently. They were a lot more sensual and they made me feel so feminine. Also, I got to where I didn't always take them off when I put my clothes back on. I began to wear them all evening and then to bed at night. Eventually, I got very daring and wore them to school most days, too. As I often did the laundry for my dad and me, he never knew about it.

After a few months, I began to experiment with more of my mother's things. First, I wore her prettier bras and then I graduated to trying on her slips and stockings. I wondered about pantyhose but there wasn't any among her things. I discovered that I was particularly fond of her full slips, and she had several set where the bra, panties, slip and a garter belt all matched. I usually wore one of these sets with the bra stuffed with extra panties. Naturally, I then went on to wearing her dresses, or a blouse with a skirt. I even got so that I was very good at walking around in even her highest heels which were about four inches. Luckily for me, I was thin and not very tall so just about all of her clothing fit me perfectly.

But the best part was how I looked in all these pretty things. As my hair was long and naturally curly, I was easily able to style it in a very feminine manner. With the addition of a little make-up, I made a very nice looking girl. At first, that sort of bothered me, but as time went by, I learned to love looking and acting like a girl. I even took to buying "Seventeen" and other women's fashion magazines so I'd know what the latest styles were. I learned what went with what, how to do my make-up better and how to accessorize my outfits.

When summer came and school was over, I'd get up early in the morning and have breakfast with my father, then as soon as he left for work, I'd take a hot bath. After soaking in the tub for a bit, I'd dry off and then go pick out a pretty outfit and dress up in it. I'd spend the entire day trying on different outfits and practicing behaving like a girl. Several times a day I'd get so excited that I had to lift up my dress and lower my panties, then masturbate while looking at pictures in a magazine or thinking about having sex with someone.

 

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All during my childhood, Linda had been my best friend, and really my only friend. She lived four houses away from me, and we were the same age, so we'd gone all though school together. We'd walk to and from school every day, and before I began wanting to be alone so I could dress up, we spent a lot of time at one another's houses after school. Her parents both worked so she was home alone as well.

Linda at first thought I was mad at her because I didn't want to spend more time with her, but I told her I wasn't mad. I had to tell her something, so I lied and said my dad was making me do more at home which didn't leave me much free time. She already knew I did all the laundry and much of the cooking and cleaning, so I guess she accepted that as the truth.

"It's not fair that he makes you work so hard," she said. "Why doesn't he just hire a maid?"

I should have known it wouldn't be all that simple. "I guess he doesn't know a good one," I told her, "and besides, I really don't mind helping out. I sort of like to cook anyway. Dad says I'm really getting good at it, too."

"I should get you to teach me, Andy," she teased me. "But I hate all that stuff anyway. It's so boring."

"I don't think it is," I honestly replied, "and my dad is so nice to me when I fuss and make him a nice dinner. He works real hard. It's the least I can do for him. We used to order out a lot and we got really tired of it."

"Whatever," she said, obviously bored with the topic, then flipping her light brown curls at me, she turned and headed for the door. "See you tomorrow, Andy!" Out the door she went and slammed it after her.

 

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After I watched through the front window as Linda turned towards her house, I checked the time and saw that I still had two hours before dad got home, so I quickly undressed and then went and got out some pretty pink undies, which had quickly become favorite color, along with stockings, low heels and a pretty floral print dress. As I hooked the garter belt behind me, I moved in front of the mirror so I could look at myself as I made my transition. I loved seeing myself get more and more feminine. I gently pulled the sheer stockings up my still hairless legs, and then carefully attached them to the four pink garters, and after admiring how sexy my legs looked, I stepped into the pink satin panties and slid them up my silk encased legs. As always, my penis stretched out a bit, almost as if it was thanking me for making it so pretty. I carefully tucked it back between my legs and tried not to think sexy thoughts.

Next, came the matching bra which I deftly filled with two pairs of panties in each cup after I'd hooked it behind my back. I did a few pirouettes in front of the mirror admiring my bottom and my legs, then lovingly slid the lacy pink slip over my head, letting it drift deliciously down to cover my pretty bra and panties. Once I'd made sure the straps were all straight, I slipped into my dress and easily zipped it up the back as I stepped into my white low-heeled shoes. After adding some jewelry and a spray of perfume, I ran a brush over my hair and made it look quite feminine. Again, I studied my ladylike reflection in the mirror, and was thrilled as always at how pretty I looked. I decided not to put on make-up as I didn't have a lot of time.

As I turned to head into the kitchen to start making dinner, I was totally shocked to see Linda leaning against the hall door.

"Not bad for a boy, Andrea! You're actually sort of pretty for a sissy!" she said, sneering at me. "I knew you were lying to me before! You know I can always tell when you try and lie to me. You're so lame! Did you really think you could fool me this time?"

"I... I..." was all I could manage to say. I was literally frozen in position.

"The smell of perfume on your mother's clothes was way too strong to still be there after more than three years, Andrea. I knew it had to be recent, and that means someone other than your mother was wearing her clothes. It couldn't be your dad. He's way too big for any of this stuff, so that meant it had to be you."

"Please don't be mad at me," I sort of whimpered. "I didn't like lying to you, but I was too embarrassed to tell anyone I liked to dress up like a girl."

"I was mad at you," she said, the look on her face softening somewhat, "but I guess I'd probably lie about it too if I were you. It's weird, and no one wants to be weird. Why do you do it? Do you like to be a weirdo?" she asked as she slowly circled me.

"I don't really know why," I admitted. "It sort of makes me feel closer to my mom, and I guess I like the way I look, too." There was no point in even thinking of lying to her anymore, I realized. Maybe if I made her see it from my point of view, she'd be less harsh with me. At that point, I broke down crying.

"Hey, don't do that," Linda said, trying to comfort me, then she came over and hugged me. "I'm sorry I teased you and called you a weirdo."

"It's ok," I said still sobbing. "I guess I am weird, but it's not like I wanted to be. I can't help liking what I like, can I?"

"I guess not," she admitted, "and you do look nice. I meant that. Do you do this a lot?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I confessed. "I never feel real good about myself as a boy, and when I do this, I like who I am and how I look. You're the only one who knows. Please, please don't tell anyone, Linda! You know the boys at school would tease me and beat me up if they ever found out."

"Don't worry, Andrea. I won't tell anyone. Is it ok if I call you Andrea? You sure don't look like Andy anymore."

"Yeah, I like that name. I never thought about picking out another name for myself."

"That's so typical of you! You never think about things! And you didn't even put on any make-up," she said, smiling at me.

"I know," I said, feeling a bit better because of her smile and teasing. "I didn't put any on because I'm not real good at it." It was more because I didn't have a lot of time, but it seemed easier to let her think I wasn't good at it.

"Want me to show you how?" she asked, and I knew her well enough to know that things were going to be fine between us then.

"You'd really do that?" I asked astounded.

"Sure. Why not? After all, you're still my best friend, although now I guess you're my best girl friend and boy friend all in one." Again, she was teasing me and I knew that meant she still liked me. She'd never bother with anyone she didn't like, much less tease them.

I relaxed and then smiled at her as I wiped away my tears. "You're a really great friend, Linda. Thanks."

She spent about an hour showing me all she knew about make-up, which at thirteen, wasn't a lot. As she explained it to me, we talked more about how I felt and why I liked being a girl. As we left the dressing table and walked into the living room, she seemed to be her old self again. She'd been calling me Andrea the whole time and I loved that.

As I sat down on the couch, Linda broke out laughing again. "Andrea, if you're going to be wearing dresses and skirts, you'd better learn how to sit like a lady. When you sat down, I could see your stocking tops and your pink panties. Or did you do that on purpose?"

I knew she was joking, but my face turned beet red anyway. "No, I'd never do that, Linda. Honest."

"I know. You aren't like that. When you sit down, smooth the back of your skirt out and keep your knees together. Here, watch me, and then you try it again."

She gracefully smoothed out the back of her skirt and then seemed to glide into the chair opposite the couch. I did my best to imitate her and did a fairly good job of it for my first time.

"Much better," she said. "It's even harder in a short skirt, but if you wear one of those, you'd better wear pantyhose and not stockings. Have you ever tried on short skirts?"

"No. My mom's things are mostly knee length or just above the knee, but I wish I some shorter things to wear. I love that plaid skirt you wore to school yesterday, the one with all the pleats. Is that a kilt?"

"Yeah, sort of. If you'd like, you can try that skirt on some time. You seem to know a lot about girl's things, Andrea. How did you learn so much about clothes?"

I told her about reading all the magazines to learn, and she for the first time in my life, complimented me on my thinking.

We talked a bit more, and then as it was getting close to the time my dad would be home, she hugged me again and then left for home. I went to change, and decided to wear my panties, garter belt and stockings under my pants. I hurried back into my male clothes and rushed into the kitchen and began cooking dinner. As I cooked, I could only think how much nicer it would be if I still had my pretty dress and heels on.

 

Chapter Two - Learning to be Andrea

 

The following day, on the walk home from school, Linda began calling me Andrea again when no one was around. I told her about wearing my stockings last night all night and I admitted to her that I had panties on then. She just smiled at me and said she wasn't surprised.

We went to her house that day at her suggestion, and as soon as we'd had a snack, she led me off to her bedroom. We lay on her bed and read a few fashion magazines, discussing the clothes and the ads for different products, just as if we'd been doing it all out lives.

"You know," she said turning to me, "you're a lot more fun to be with now, Andrea. It's more like you're another girl. We have a lot more in common now."

"I guess so," I said. "I've always thought girls had a lot more fun talking, and now I'm sure of it. You're so cool to accept me like this. Do you still think I'm a weirdo?"

"Of course I do," she teased, "but you're my favorite weirdo." Then she caressed my cheek and lightly kissed my forehead. "Hey, do you want to try on that plaid skirt now?"

"Sure, but I don't have the rest of my clothes here and it would look stupid on me now," I said sadly because I really wanted to see how I'd look in that beautiful short pleated skirt. "Can you wait until I go and get my stuff?"

"No need for that," she said after thinking a moment. "I have a bra and top you can wear and some pantyhose too, that is if you don't mind wearing my things?"

"No, I'd like to," I truthfully admitted. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Not when you're my best girl friend, Andrea. Best girl friends always share clothes, don't they?"

I blushed big time at that, but managed to say, "I guess so."

Linda went to her dresser and got out a pretty white bra with lots of lace on it and a pair of nude pantyhose, along with a lightweight white sweater. She turned to me then and said, "You have to be sure you wear white undies under a white sweater or top so your bra doesn't show through."

I made a mental note to remember that as she walked back to the bed and handed me the clothes. "Put these on while I get that skirt out of my closet, Andrea, and be careful with those pantyhose. They're good ones."

"Where should I go to change?" I asked.

"Andrea, don't be silly. Girls always change in front of one another," Linda informed me, and then as if to prove her point, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it along with her half slip, then took off her top. "Hurry up. I want to see how you look. I'm going to change into shorts."

It took all of my concentration to tear my eyes away from her pretty figure, then clad only in a red bra and matching bikini panties. I stepped out of my pants and then took off my shirt. As I stood there wearing only my pink panties, Linda emerged from her closet holding the short plaid skirt. She still wasn't dressed either.

"Those are really pretty panties, Andrea," she said smiling at me. "Do you like mine?" She turned slowly so I could see all of them, and when she faced me again, she began giggling. "I guess that bulge in your panties answers my question. I can see you like girls, especially in their undies."

Again, my face turned bright red and I turned my back to her to hide my erection. "I can't help it. You're so pretty, Linda."

"Sorry. I shouldn't be teasing you, but you don't have to hide it. I think it's kind of cute, and I'm flattered that you like me, Andrea. Turn around and let me see it please. I've never seen one hard. Does it hurt when it gets like that?"

I slowly turned back to her with my head down. "No, it doesn't hurt. I wish I looked like you though. You'd never have a silly bulge in your panties, Linda, and I wish I was big on top like you are, too."

"You don't have to be shy with me," she said. "After all, I've known you all your life. Don't you remember when we were six and showed each other what we looked like between our legs? I was sort of jealous that you had so much more there than I did."

"Yeah, I remember," I admitted. "I thought you were maybe missing some parts, too," I said giggling. "Now I wish I was missing those parts so I could look just like you do."

"Want to see what I look like now?" Linda said as she put her thumbs inside of the waistband of her panties. "I'd really like to see what you look like."

"I guess so if you want," I said softly. "Can I see you on top too?"

"Sure," she said and then she unhooked her bra and tossed it on her bed. "Now you take off your panties for me, then I'll take mine off."

I was enthralled with her perfect breasts. They weren't large, about a B cup, but her nipples were large and very hard then. I was both turned on and terribly envious. I finally managed to slide my panties down to my knees and I turned red again as my erection popped out. I stared at her as she took her panties off completely and then slide mine all the way off me. She had a few wisps of blonde curls on her pubic mound but they did nothing to hide her prominent labia.

"Wow, it's so cute," she said as she stepped close to me and looked down at my swollen penis. It was sticking out about two inches from my body. I was never what you'd call a real stud. "That's so cool! Can I touch it? Please?"

"Yeah, if you want to," I said, but I'm sure she knew I wouldn't mind.

"Ok, and you can touch me if you want. Let's sit on the bed." With that, she sat on her bed with her legs apart. "Can you see that I'm a little wet there?" she said, pointing between her legs. "Boys get hard when they get excited and girls get wet. My mom says that's so a penis can get inside a girl more easily when she wants to have babies."

I moved onto the bed facing her and looked down there. I could see that her lips were damp and that only made me harder. My penis sort of twitched and she smiled and reached over and gently wrapped her hand around it.

"It's so warm and so hard," she said, "but it feels so soft on the outside. Now you feel me, Andrea." She took my hand and put it between her legs. "See this little thing here at the top? That's my clitoris. It feels good when it's rubbed. Touch it for me, ok? And put your other hand up here." She placed my left hand on her right breast.

I began to rub between her legs and feel her breast. When I did that, she closed her eyes and then leaned forward and kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed her back as I felt her hand begin to move up and down on my erection. A few seconds later, I began to spurt and I felt some of it land on my hand that was on her breast. She didn't stop though, and neither did I. Linda began to moan and kissed me harder, then we both stopped and smiled at each other.

"That was so cool," Linda said, "but we've both got all this yukkie white stuff all over us. Let's take a shower." She took my hand and pulled me off the bed, then led me into her bathroom. I stood there as she turned on the water, and then very casually, she sat on the toilet and began to pee. "Stop staring," she said teasing me again. "You look like you never saw a naked girl peeing before."

And at that, we both started giggling like crazy. All the pent up tension that had been building up between us seemed to melt away then.

Moments later, I watched as she wiped herself and then we got into the shower. By then, I was hard for a second time, so Linda rubbed me with her soapy hand, and of course, I spurted once again. We washed each other all over with just our bare hands, including our bottoms. I loved touching her sexy bottom almost as much as I'd loved feeling her breasts.

Once we were dry, we went back into her room, and to my delight, Linda said it was time for me to try on her skirt. Then she asked me if I'd like to try on the lacy red bra and panties that she'd worn to school that day. Naturally, I jumped at the chance. First she helped me put on her bra and then held the panties for me as I stepped into them. When I tucked my penis back between my legs, I could feel the wetness she'd left in the crotch of her panties. Then she got out a slip for me and clean undies for herself.

I sat on her bed again and carefully put on the pantyhose, then held my arms up so she could slide the red slip down over my head.

"Hmm..." she said when she saw my flat chest. "I have just the thing to take care of that, Andrea. My mom got me some breast pads when I was younger and I was complaining that I was too flat. They'd be perfect for you." She went to the bottom drawer of her dresser and got out a pair of foam rubber breast pads. I was thrilled to see that they even had nipples on them, and when I put them inside my bra, I looked like I had real breasts!

"Oh, Linda!" I gushed. "I love them!"

"Then they're yours, Andrea. I certainly don't need them anymore," she said as she pointed to her still bare breasts." Then she put on her bra and panties. "Come on, let's try this skirt on you before it's time for you to go home."

I put it on then pulled it up so I could straighten out my slip, then she took me over to her mirror on her closet door. "It looks cute on you, girl," she said. "You really have pretty legs. Boys would love to see you in a skirt like that, I bet. I know they're always staring at me when I wear it. Hey, that reminds me. I meant to ask you before but I forgot. Do you like boys too? And don't even think of lying to me if you do. You know I'll be able to tell if you lie."

For about the fiftieth time that day, my face turned red. "I... I... sort of... I guess maybe. I think about being with a boy sometimes when I dress up like a girl. I don't know if any boy would ever like me, though."

"Don't be silly! You looked great yesterday in that dress, especially once you had your make-up on. You're prettier than lots of girls our age, Andrea. Maybe one day we can double date."

And once again, we both began giggling.

 

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From then on, as soon as school was over for the day, Linda and I would go to one of our homes, and shortly afterwards I was dressed up as Andrea. More and more, I took to wearing a bra and panties under my clothes to school, and often I'd wear a pair of Linda's jeans or pants along with one of her less feminine tops or sweaters. Many days, not one item of the clothes I wore had been intended for boys.

Thanks to Linda's help, I'd become a lot better at make-up and choosing which clothes made me look nice. In the shower one day, she showed me how to wash my long hair and told me to be sure to use a conditioner on it to avoid tangles. She also taught me how to blow dry it and style it in a few different ways, all of which I loved, but best of all was adding ribbons or bows to it to make it look even prettier.

I guess I began acting more feminine too, as the other boys began to tease me more frequently, but Linda was always quick to come to my defense. She was a pretty girl and strong willed, so most of the boys were unwilling to make an enemy out of her. Soon, they just began to ignore me, which suited me perfectly. Luckily for me, none of the other kids we went to school with lived near us, so she and I weren't bothered at all when we were outside in our neighborhood. Our houses were in a newer section just outside the small midwestern town we lived near. Around us was still mostly farm land and vacant lots.

We also continued our kissing and touching of each other's bodies which we both seemed to enjoy immensely. Most days, we'd give each other at least one orgasm, if not two or three, before it was time for me to go back to being my boring male self. Early on, Linda had made it plain that touching and kissing was all she was interested in, as she didn't want to risk getting pregnant, and at that time, neither of us knew had ever heard of oral sex. After a few months, I'm sure we knew one another's bodies as well as we knew our own.

Then, one day, things took a drastic turn. Linda had left just a few minutes ago and I'd gone into the kitchen, still wearing a short pink wool skirt that Linda had given me as a present, along with a white turtleneck sweater, my favorite white lace undies and pink shoes with two-inch heels. My hair was pulled back and held in place with a pink ribbon which looked great in my dark brown hair, and I had mascara, blush, lipstick and nail polish on. It was more than an hour before my dad was due home, so I was in no hurry to change back into my disliked male clothing. I'd just put on a pretty pink apron to protect my clothes when I heard the front door open.

As I assumed it was Linda coming back for something, I called out to her. "Did you forget your books again, Linda?"

Much to my astonishment, I heard my father's voice say, "It's not Linda, Andy. It's me. I got off work early so I came right home. Do you want to go out and eat? I guess you must be tired of cooking every night."

All I could do was to stand in front of the sink and grip the front of it to stop from falling over. There was nowhere I could hide or run to, and I was more or less paralyzed with fright anyway.

"Andy? Did you hear me?" he called out again, and I hear him coming toward the kitchen. I simply stood there, frozen and immobile.

As he entered the kitchen, I heard him gasp. "What the f... Is that you, Andy?" he asked, his voice sort of quivering. I didn't say a word, so he came up behind me, and taking my arm, he turned me around. "It is you! Is this some sort of joke? Did Linda talk you into this, son?"

I still couldn't manage to say anything, so instead I just broke into tears.

"What's going on?" he asked as he put his hands on my shoulders. "Are you ok?"

After a few minutes, I managed to shake my head that I was ok, and I found a tissue in the pocket of my apron and wiped my eyes. "I'm sorry, dad," I said, still sobbing.

"Hey, relax, everything is going to be fine. Just settle down and tell me what's going on, ok? I promise I won't be mad at you. You know I love you and you're the most important person in my life."

After he said that, I did manage to collect myself a bit more and then he led me into the living room. Without even realising it, I'd smoothed my skirt out as I sat down on the couch, then I crossed my legs demurely and tugged my short skirt down a bit. I noticed dad was watching me intently.

As I began explaining to him how I felt, and told him about how I'd begun wearing mom's clothes to feel closer to her, he sat next to me and seemed to be smiling at me. It wasn't exactly the reaction I'd expected, so I looked up at him and said, "I'm glad you aren't angry with me, and it isn't Linda's fault at all. She knows all about it, but all she's done is to help me. It's all my idea, not hers."

"Ok," he said. "I can see that you put a lot of time and effort into making yourself pretty, Andy. If I didn't know you, I'd never suspect you were anything but all girl. Do you like being a girl? Does it make you happy?"

"Yes, I love it," I said immediately. "I don't know why, but it's like I never knew who I was until the first time I saw myself in the mirror looking like a girl. I never liked looking at my reflection in a mirror before, but now I love it. When I wear boy's clothes now, I feel stupid and ugly, but when I'm Andrea, I feel so pretty and I'm always happy."

"Is Andrea the name you want to be called now?" he asked as he took my hand and held it.

"If it's ok with you, yes please," I responded.

"Sure, it's fine. I'll try and remember, but don't get mad if I forget, ok? And if you want to be a girl at home, it's fine with me too. If it makes you happy, then that's all I need to know. Did you know you look a lot like your mother did when I first met her? She was fifteen then, just a little older than you are. You're just as pretty as she was at that age, Andrea."

"Do you really think I'm pretty, dad? Please don't tease me. I won't cry if you're honest with me."

"Yes, I mean it. I'm sure after looking in the mirror, you know you're pretty too, and I'm sure that Linda's told you that as well, hasn't she?"

"I guess so," I admitted, blushing but loving it. "Thanks, Daddy." And then I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He put his arms around me and held me close to him. His hand caressed my back as he held me and I felt closer to him then than I ever did before.

When he let me go, we both stood up, and then when I looked up at him, I started giggling. "What's so funny?" he asked.

I reached up and rubbed his cheek where I'd kissed it. "I left a lipstick print on you, Daddy," I said still laughing.

"That's ok," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "I've never objected to having a pretty girl kiss me, even if she is my daughter, Andrea."

When I heard that, I put my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "I love you, Daddy," I said, never meaning it more.

He wrapped his strong arms around me and hugged me back. "I love you, too, honey girl," he said.

We stood like that for several minutes, just holding one another, but then he began to squirm and I could have sworn I felt something hard poking me in the tummy. All of a sudden, I realized my father had an erection, and I'd probably been the cause of it. I was amazed that my handsome father would react like that to me being a girl, but I must admit that it sort of thrilled me as well. Linda had often told me that she thought my father was cute, and I'd agreed with her. His thirty-six years looked more like twenty-eight on his well muscled body, and he had a wonderful head of short curly light brown hair and very deep blue eyes. As he spent all day outside as a construction foreman, he was almost always fit and well tanned.

I guess he was getting uncomfortable with the situation, because he patted my bottom and then released me. "How about if you start dinner, Andrea? Or would you rather go out and eat so I can show off my lovely new daughter to all the world? You look so nice it that outfit that it's a shame to waste it just on me. We could ask Linda to come along with us too, if you'd like."

"I'd really like that, Daddy," I freely admitted, "but I'd be too nervous. We might see someone we know in a restaurant." My going out in public as a girl was one of the things both Linda and I had been talking about for the last few weeks, and I was really looking forward to it. I think she was getting bored with sitting in the house all day after school. Many afternoons after I'd changed, if the weather was nice we'd go out on the deck at Linda's house, and I was sort of getting used to being outside as Andrea.

"Ok, I can understand that. So what are we going to have for dinner?"

As we ate that night, he asked me more about how I felt and why I liked being a girl. I told him everything, except about Linda and me touching one another, or that I thought about boys sometimes.

After he seemed to be satisfied with what I'd told him, he said, "I guess it should be up to you how you want to look at home. You shouldn't take too many chances as most people won't be as nice to you as Linda and I are."

"I know that already, Daddy," I told him. "I'll probably want to be a girl most of the time. I hate changing back and forth all the time. Is that ok?"

"Sure," he replied after smiling at me. "I guess I'd rather you were either a boy or a girl and not go back and forth. That'll be easier on me as well. I bet your mom would love to see you like this. She always hoped we'd have a daughter. She loved you so much, and I know she'd only want what was best for you and made you happy."

That made me start to cry again and Daddy took me in his arms and held me until I stop sobbing. When I stopped sobbing, I said, "I think of her so much, Daddy. When I put on a dress I remember her wearing, I feel almost as if she were here again. I do sort of look like her. Even Linda told me that."

Daddy hugged me once more and then let me go. "I guess I have a daughter now," he said grinning at me, "so go and fix your face. You messed it all up crying." He patted me on the bottom playfully as I turned and rushed off to the bathroom.

 

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The next day, on the way home from school, I told Linda about what had happened and she was almost as excited as I was. "You actually mean he didn't care? Wow! That is sooo cool! So now you can be a girl almost all the time. Does he call you Andrea?"

"Yes, and he even said my mom would have liked me as a girl too. She wanted a daughter a lot."

"It's nice that you don't have to hide it anymore," she said, knowing how I'd hated that. "I wish I could tell my parents about you, but I don't think they'd like it. They aren't as cool as you dad is."

I often sensed that her parents thought I was different, but as they frequently weren't home and I didn't have much contact with them, it didn't bother me a lot.

"Daddy said I could be whatever I want at home. I told him I wanted to be a girl."

"Like I wouldn't have guessed that," Linda teased me. "Let's go get some of my clothes and then go back to your house. I want to make you look real nice for when your dad sees you tonight."

Naturally, I agreed instantly, so we got a few of her nicer outfits and then carried them over to my house. We spent about an hour trying them on me and a few of my mother's things, then decided that I should wear Linda's white and red print dress with white medium heels, along with white undies and a pretty red ribbon in my hair. She did my make-up, picked out some jewelry for me to wear, and then we went to watch television and talk while we waited for Daddy to get home. Linda had left a message at her house saying she was going to have dinner with us.

When he arrived home, he saw us in the family room and grinned, then he said, "Hi, girls. How was school today?"

I got up and gave him a hug, then smiled at him. "It was ok, I guess. Is it ok if Linda eats with us tonight, Daddy?" I knew it would be but I always asked.

He looked me over from head to toe, then replied, "Sure. What man doesn't want to have two pretty girls to share his dinner? You look great, Andrea. Did Linda help you?"

"Thanks, Daddy. Yes, she did. This is even her dress." I saw him stare down at my legs, so I asked nervously, "Do you think it's too short?" The dress stopped about six inches above my knees and was shorter than anything mom had owned.

At that, he grinned one of his huge grins that always made me feel so good. "Not with legs as nice as yours, honey girl. Besides, if Linda wears it, I'm sure it's fine on you. You're very nice to be helping Andrea, Linda. I hope you don't mind her borrowing your clothes."

"It's ok, Mr. Ames. She's my best friend and most of her mom's things look too old for her."

"Then maybe we need to go and get you some things of your own, Andrea. You can't be borrowing Linda's clothes all the time."

I had been going to the malls near us with Linda for a long time, dressed as a boy naturally, and I'd seen lots of things I wanted to buy, so I smiled big time when Daddy mentioned that.

"Could we really? That would be so cool. We saw a great skirt at a store the other day, and there are some really great shoes at the Wild Pair that Linda and I both love. Then I want to get that blouse we saw at Sears. Linda, you remember that blue one with the flowers on..."

"Whoa! Slow down, Andrea," Daddy said laughing out loud. "You can get whatever you want. You don't have to tell me about everything now." Linda laughed too because I'd become so excited.

"Sorry, Daddy," I told him blushing. I sat down on the couch next to Linda, forgetting to smooth out my dress or to keep my knees together. I noticed Daddy looking at my legs as I did and it made me sort of tingle. He had looked at me just like I looked at a pretty girl when I thought I'd be able to see up her dress. I think it was at that moment I realized the power women had over men, and I loved that I'd be able to use it too.

Because I knew I needed to straighten out my dress, I got up and said, "I'm going to put some lasagna in the oven for dinner, if that's ok with you guys?" I had a taken one out of the freezer when Linda and I got home from school.

Linda nodded and Daddy said, "Sounds good. I'm hungry and would you bring me a beer too, Andrea?"

"Ok, Daddy," I said as I began to leave the room. Just then I head him say, "The red ribbon is your hair is very pretty. I want you to buy some more of those when we go shopping, ok? We can go this Saturday and I think maybe it would be helpful if Linda came with us."

"Ok, cool," Linda replied, using her favorite word. I knew she loved to shop so she'd probably wear both of us out.

"I will, Daddy," I said and went to start dinner.

After dinner, Linda had to go home after we'd finished the dishes. After she left, Daddy turned on the television and got in his favorite chair. I walked over and stood next to his chair, then leaned over and hugged him.

"You know you're the best Daddy in the world, don't you?" I asked, then kissed the top of his head.

"Sure, I know that," he replied jokingly, and put his arm behind me and patted my fanny. "Oops," he said quickly, "I hope you don't mind me rubbing your bottom. I never could resist a cute behind. I was always rubbing your mom's bottom, and yours is almost as sexy. It's the price you're going to have to pay for being a girl around me, Andrea."

"I don't mind, Daddy," I told him honestly. "It feels nice. Feel free," I said and then giggled at my pun.

In fact, I loved knowing that he thought my butt was sexy, and the warmth of his hand on my bottom felt lovely. I hugged him closer as his big hand gently massaged my cheeks for a few minutes and then it slid down below my skirt and onto my legs.

"You have pretty legs too, honey girl," he said as his hand moved up and down the backs of my legs, caressing me through my sheer stockings.

"I love when you call me honey girl, Daddy," I told him. I hugged him close and kissed his cheek.

"That was my pet name for your mother, Andrea," he said as I felt his hand move higher on my legs, "and now it's my special name for you." When his hand found the tops of my stockings, I felt him hesitate for a second, then he moved even higher until his hand was right on the back of my panties. "I'm glad you don't wear pantyhose," he said his hand moved from side to side, cheek to cheek through my silky panties. "Your mother never did because she knew how I loved to feel her bottom just like this, and I hope you never do either."

"If you like me like this, I promise I never will. I love being your honey girl, Daddy."

And I did. I loved how I felt in his arms, and the feel of his hand up under my skirt had me totally excited. My little penis was as hard as it had ever been but was still held back between my legs by my tight sheer panties.

"I think I'm happier now that you're a girl, Andrea," Daddy said, "and I know you are."

 

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When Saturday morning came, I got up early and showered, then went back into my room and put on a really pretty pair of white satin panties with lace insets on each side, along with the matching bra and sheer nude colored thigh high stockings. I loved them because they had lace around the tops. I wanted to wear the breast pads Andrea had given me, but I knew we were going shopping and I wasn't ready to go out as a girl. I looked in my mirror and noticed that the bra, and although it wasn't padded, it still made me look as if I had tiny breasts. For about the millionth time, I wished I had breasts as pretty as Andrea's. Because I wouldn't be able to wear a slip, I decided to wear the camisole and tap panties that matched my bra and panties. I slid the cami on over my head, adjusted the straps over my bra, then stepped into the tap panties. Again, I looked in my full-length mirror and saw that the pretty lace hem on the panties fell just below the tops of my stockings. I smoothed them over my bottom and felt my penis, which was tucked back in my panties, tingle as the two layers of silky fabric rubbed together.

As I hadn't had a hair cut in a long time, my hair was almost shoulder length and I loved it. I wore it loose and brushed back when I was dressed as a girl, but I had to pull it back into a ponytail for school and other times when I had to be a boy.

After checking the time, and realizing I was running late, I put on the short peach silk robe that had also been my mother's, tied it loosely at the waist then I went into wake Daddy up. I loved the robe because it had pretty flowers embroidered all over the top. When I went into his room, he was lying on his back sleeping on top of the sheets, When I looked down, I saw a large bulge barely contained in the jockey shorts he slept in. It looked huge and I just stood there for several minutes staring at it. For the second time that morning, I felt a definite stirring in my satin panties. His chest looked very nice too, all muscled and covered with golden hairs, but my gaze kept returning to his briefs.

I realized then that I'd better wake him up or I'd have an erection too, and he'd easily be able to see it. I bent over and shook him gently by his shoulder. "Time to get up, Daddy," I said softly. "We're going shopping today, remember?"

His eyes opened and he smiled up at me. "Morning, honey girl. What time is it?"

"Almost nine, Daddy," I told him, careful to keep my eyes above his waist, "and the stores open at ten. Please get up."

"Let me sleep for fifteen more minutes, Andrea. We won't be late."

"Yes, we will," I said. "I have to call Linda and make breakfast too." I reached down and pulled on his arm. "Come on, Daddy."

"You're such a nag," he teased, then grabbed my hand and playfully pulled me down on the bed next to him. As he did, my robe flew open and I saw Daddy looking at my white satin lingerie. He let my arm go and I sat up next to him. "Wow! You look as nice as your mom did it those things, Andrea. Your grandmother bought that set for your mom to wear on our honeymoon. Seeing you in them reminds me of many happy times."

I saw a tear form in the corner of his eye. "Should I take them off, Daddy? I don't want to make you sad."

"I'm not sad, silly. I love how you look in them. It's almost like having your mom back. Wear them any time you want to. Stand up and let me see how you look in them please."

I stood up next to the bed and he rolled on his side facing me. I slipped off the peach robe, put it over the headboard of the bed, then did a slow turn so he could see how I looked. I felt that tingling returning and I began to swell even though I was tucked back inside my panties and covered by my tap panties.

"You look like a model, Andrea, and those undies look like they were made for you. I have a question to ask. How come your boy parts don't show in those loose panties? You didn't cut them off, did you?" he asked being silly.

"I have the bikini panties on under the tap panties, Daddy. They hold it back so you can't see it."

"Good thinking," he said smiling up at me. "Take those other ones off and let me see you in the bikini panties."

"Do I have to, Daddy?" I asked as my face flushed.

"I've seen you naked since you were a baby, so don't be a silly girl. They were my favorites on your mom and she loved to model them for me."

"Ok, Daddy," I said, realizing it must be ok if he asked me to do it. I reached under the lace hem of my cami and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my tap panties, then lowered them down over my panties and stockings. As I did, I saw Daddy's erection twitch inside his briefs. I reached down and picked them up and put them on top of my robe. As I stood up, I knew the little bulge in my panties would be obvious to Daddy but I had no way to hide it.

"You look so nice in them, Andrea," he said staring at the front of my panties, "and you really look hot in stockings too. You look a lot more mature than thirteen."

I was so flattered that he thought I looked sexy in stockings that my penis became full erect. It hurt being pressed back between my legs by my panties but there was no way I could reach in and let it face up.

"Turn around again, honey girl," Daddy instructed me. "I want to see what your bottom looks like in those sexy panties."

I gladly turned my back and remained facing away from him, hoping my erection would subside.

"Your bottom is sexy just like a girl's, Andrea," he said as I felt his hand glide over my satin covered bottom, cupping and gently exploring each silky mound. "More and more, I'm sure you were meant to be born a girl."

"I think so too, Daddy," I said, really believing it. As he caressed my bottom, I peeked over my shoulder and was astounded to see him rubbing his erection through his underwear.

"I can see you have a bra on, too," he commented as his other hand moved to the lower part of my panties and dangerously close to the wet tip of my folded back erection. "Take off your top. I want to see how you look in your bra."

I stayed with my back to him, not wanting his caresses to stop, and lifted my cami off over my head, then held it in my hand at my side. I wanted very badly to push back on his hand which was touching the valley between my cheeks through my panties at that point.

"Turn around now, honey girl," he whispered, and as I did, I saw he was still rubbing his erection. When I looked at him doing it, he blushed and said, "Sorry, I forgot I was doing that. It's just that you're a very pretty girl and you look so sexy now. It's been so long since I've seen a woman like this. I can't help being turned on."

"It's ok, Daddy," I replied softly. "I love you so much and I love doing things that please you. I think girls like to please men. You're so good to me and so understanding. Not many daddies would let me be a girl."

As I said that, his hand moved to touch my thigh through my sheer stockings just above my knee. He looked at the bulge in my panties and said, "I can see that this is sort of exciting for you too, honey girl. I'm glad you react to a man the way I react to a woman." He reached up and touched the silky mound between my legs gently with one finger. "Do you really like doing things to please Daddy?"

I lowered my head submissively, and replied, "I'd do anything for you, Daddy. I want to please you in any way you want me to." At the time, I had no idea what submissive was, but I was soon to learn.

"Are you absolutely sure, Andrea? Because the things I want you to do for me are the things your mom did for me, the things a wife does for her husband. I want to make love with you and treat you like my wife. I want you to take your mom's place in my bed." As he spoke, his finger touched the base of my erection between my legs and his other hand moved back to gently caress his own erection, and this time he was making no attempt to hide it.

"I'm totally sure, Daddy. Making you happy will make me happy, too. I want you to treat me like you treated mommy. I want to be just like mommy was with you. I want to be a woman and be your wife. I want it a lot, Daddy. Please."

"Ok, if you're sure, but if you ever change your mind, honey girl, just say so and I'll stop." I nodded my agreement and he took my hand, looked up at me and said, "Take your panties off for me, pretty girl. Daddy wants to kiss you there." He was caressing my erection then with just one finger.

Still standing next to the bed, I slowly lowered my panties until my swollen little penis popped up, then I let my panties fall down over my stockings to my ankles. Daddy smiled and told me to take them off completely.

He leaned over and kissed the pink tip of my penis, then smiled and told me, "It's so pretty, baby, and I love that it's small. It's just a little bigger than your mom's clittie. Do you know what that is?"

I blushed a lot. "We had sex education in school this year. I know all about boys and girls. Is it too small for you, Daddy?"

"No, not at all!" he responded at once. "It makes you look even more like a girl. I'm going to call it your clittie from now on. Is that ok with you?"

"I love that, Daddy. I want to be as much like a girl as I can, especially for you."

"Then I'm going to treat you just like a girl and make love with you," and he wet his lips and then gently took my newly named clittie into his mouth. As he licked and sucked me, his hand went inside his briefs and he began to masturbate his penis. When he lowered his underwear and his beautiful cock appeared, I couldn't hold back anymore and my clittie spurted a small load into his mouth. He didn't stop sucking me until I collapsed on the bed next to him. I kissed him then and I could taste my juice on his lips.

"I love you so much, Daddy," I moaned and kissed him again. "Now I want to please you. Teach me how."

"Oh, I will," he said smiling lovingly at me, "but first I want you to call Linda and tell her we'll pick her up at one o'clock, not ten. I don't want to rush this." He handed me the phone next to the bed and I called her.

 

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"Not a chance if we go to that new Italian place in Chesterton," he said. "It's more than an hour from here, and I bet no one else around here has even heard of it. Call Linda and see if she can go. Hurry up. Your dad's starving, honey girl."

It took me almost half an hour to tell Linda all that had happened since she'd left our house, just a little over an hour ago. She was as excited as I was when I asked her if she wanted to eat out with my dad and me. She changed and was at our door less in less than fifteen minutes.

My dad let her in as I was freshening up my make-up, and I heard him say to her, "Linda, thanks for being such a good friend to Andrea. I haven't seen her this happy since her mom passed away. You're really a very nice girl."

"It's ok, Mr. Ames," she said to him. "Andrea and I are a lot closer now, and it's been fun for me, too. It's sort of like having a best girl friend, or a doll to dress up again."

"Well, it's nice that you're such an understanding friend and so helpful. Andrea looks so much like her mother when she was young, and that it makes me not miss her quite so much. I can tell Andrea loves being a girl."

Linda smiled. "I think she does, and she's so much more outgoing now. It's really cool that you don't mind Andy becoming Andrea."

"Andrea's still my child and the most important thing in my life since her mom died. I'd hate to see her unhappy, and if this is what it takes to make her smile, then how could I not let her be a girl?"

"I think you're right, Mr. Ames, but I know a lot of other people who aren't as nice as you are and they'd probably treat Andrea like a freak."

I walked back into the room just then and smiled. "You're both the best, I think," I told them. "Can we go now? I'm getting hungry."

We all went out and got in the car. It was to be my first big adventure as Andrea and I was really looking forward to it, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.

 

Chapter Three - Introducing the World to Andrea

 

It did take us about an hour to get to the restaurant, just as dad had predicted, and I think that was good because it gave me time to relax and get used to being a girl out in public. Linda and I both sat in the front seat with me next to my dad, and both of them just seemed to act as if my being out with them as Andrea was the most natural thing in the world.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I began to tighten up again until the really cute guy who did the valet parking stared longingly at both Linda and me as he held the car door for us. We both let him see a little leg as we got out and we really giggled about it once we were in the lobby of the restaurant.

"He's really cute," Linda said to me, "and he seems to like our legs," she tittered.

"Yeah, he is a hunk," I managed to respond. "He's almost as cute as Tom Cruise." And with that, I saw my dad look over at me curiously, but he never said a word.

The head waiter held Linda's chair and Daddy held mine, and I thanked Daddy as I remembered to smooth my skirt under me as Linda had taught me. I even managed to smile up at the waiter as he handed me a menu.

Dinner went by without any problem, and Linda and I even made a trip to the ladies' room before we left on our hour's trip back home. I was a little tense doing that for the first time, but as we didn't see any other women in there, I just went into a stall and did my business. As we were checking out our make-up in front of the mirror, two women came in, but all they did was nod to us as they walked by.

 

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As it was sort of late when we got back, we dropped Linda off at her house, waited until she was inside, and then went home. After we got in the house, we both sat on the couch with the television going. I curled up next to Daddy and he put his arm around me, then slipped his hand under the back of my dress and patted my bottom through my panties.

After a few minutes, Daddy turned to me and said, "Andrea, I was sort of surprised when you thought the valet parking guy was cute, but then I realized that if you're a girl, it's a natural way for you to feel. And I have to admit that I thought he was cute too."

"You thought he was cute? Wow."

"It's ok for men to like the looks of another man, hon. Women admire other women all the time. There are even times that I feel attracted to other men. I guess that makes me sort of bisexual. My best friend and I experimented with each other when we were about your age, and although I love women, that was kind of fun. I still see him from time to time, and once in a while, we still have sex. It's a nice change now and then."

"Cool," I said. "Linda says being bi is a big trend now with rock stars and a lot of kids too. It's sort of 'in', I guess."

All the time we were talking, Daddy was very gently caressing my bottom through my sheer silky panties and I was very excited. I had to make a real effort not to cum.

"Are you going to want to date boys, Andrea?" he asked me then. "As pretty as you are, I'm sure boys will be asking you out a lot."

"I guess so," I admitted. "Would you mind telling me about you and your friend, Daddy? Like what you did and stuff?" I was very curious about what boys did with other boys. I had an idea of what went on, but I wasn't sure.

"When we were kids, we used to kiss and rub each other at first until we came, but then after a while we began to suck each other. I'm told that many young boys experiment with each other. It's a safe way for them to relieve their sexual tensions without getting some poor girl pregnant. We still like doing that and sometimes we even screw one another, that is if we have time. He's one of the best kisser I've ever met."

And with that, Daddy leaned over and kissed me deeply as he trailed one finger up the valley of my bottom on top of my panties. As I sucked lovingly on his tongue, he slipped his hand into the back of my panties and gently probed my anus. I could only moan and press back into his invading finger.

"Do you know what's going to happen tonight?"

"I think so," I said blushing and hoping I was right.

"Then tell me what you and I are going to do? And I want to know if you're still willing for me to do it. If you're not, that's ok too. We'll just go slow until you are ready. I'd never ever force you to do it. It will only be perfect if you want me as much as I want you." He took my hand then and put it on the front of his pants. I ran my hand up and down his very hard cock a few times and kissed him again.

"Ok, so tell me now what we're going to do in bed, and also tell me if you're willing to do it now. I need to hear you say it, my pretty girl." He unzipped his pants then and opened his belt. I immediately put my hand in his fly and was pleasantly surprised to find my hand touching his bare cock ad he wasn't wearing any underwear. I so loved touching him.

"You're going to make love to me, Daddy, like you said before we went out to dinner, and I totally want you to do it." All the time I was talking, I was fondling his cock and balls. That made me feel so feminine.

"You're right, I am going to make love to you, but how am I going to do it? I want you to say it to me, and it's ok to use the 'f' word. Tell me where I'm going to put the hard cock you're rubbing now."

"It's going in me, Daddy, in my bottom." I was getting so excited that I was afraid that I would cum in my panties.

"Yes, just like I always put it in your mother, honey girl. She loved how it felt stuffed deep in her pussy or her ass. She loved sucking it, too. Now tell me what you and I are going to do? I want to hear you say it. It will turn me on even more."

After stuttering a bit, I finally managed to say, "You're going to fuck me, Daddy. I want you to do it so bad. Please put your cock in my bottom. Do it to me like you did it to mommy."

"That's right, baby," Daddy whispered in my ear. "I'm going to make you feel like a real girl tonight. That big cock you're holding in your little hand now is going to be fucking your pretty ass, and then you're going to feel me cumming in your pussy. From now on, call your bottom your pussy when you're with Daddy. I want you to go and put on a pretty nightie for me now, honey girl, nothing else, and then join me in bed."

"Yes, Daddy," I said but it was so hard for me to stop kissing him and rubbing him, that he had to sort of push me away to make me leave.

 

End of Part One which includes Chapters 1-3

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