How Allen Became Ellen

by Rhonda

part 5

 

The first two hours after Stacy left, Ellen slept soundly, devoid of any dreams and lost in post sexual exhaustion. Then he moved into a state of lighter sleep where images and scenarios danced through his head. In each case he was dressed as Allen, only to have his wardrobe transform whenever he met a girl. She would tell him what pretty panties he had on even though he were fully clothed. She would then put her hand between his legs and tell him how nice his 'pussy' felt. She would put her hands in his blouse and pull out a breast, and it was a real one, not the forms that were glued to his chest. He would blush and cup them in his hands to show off how well formed they were. The girls would smile back and tell him how pretty and desirable he was as a she. He awoke with one hand cupping his breast and one hand in his panties stroking the erection that the dreams had produced. If girls preferred other girls, and boys like Michael only liked other boys, what did that make him since he liked girls too? The events of the night came flooding back to him, he smelled his fingers and realized that wasn't a dream. First Vickie, then Stacy, seemed to get so aroused by him in panties and a bra. At the dance he had completely failed to notice that the 5 girls were really boys, and that except for the two that would only dance with each other, they seemed to be the most popular selections for girl-to-girl dancing. What was going on in the world, and why did he not ever realize it before. Surely he would have noticed so many sons becoming daughters at church, but he didn't, and all the ones Stacy had told him about, he had seen there. Then there was Stacy, how was that going to play out? As he recalled the details of their encounter, he felt cum running all over the hand in his panties as he shuddered in another orgasm. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, happy as he hurried by that his cousins' door was shut. He finished himself off and peed, then cleaned the sticky mess as well as the dried on goo from the night before off his panties with a damp cloth. As he stood in front of the mirror he noticed the'fresh fucked' look in his face and exposed skin. He raced back to his room and got a clean set of pajamas out. After putting them on, and covering it with the pink robe, he brushed out the hair of his wig and tried to regain his composure. He looked somewhat better, but still felt that anyone who saw him would immediately notice the just laid look in his skin. He went to the makeup bags on his dresser and rummaged through them until he found the daytime powder foundation. That helped make him look a little less guilty he felt, so he headed down to get some coffee into his system, and try to focus on something besides sex in his mind. It was still early, so noone else was up yet as he went to the kitchen and started the coffee. He watched as it dripped through and filled his cup as soon as enough had passed into the pot. The glow of sex was slowly replaced by the rush of caffiene into his system, and just in time. His mother came out of her room sniffing for the aroma of fresh coffee. They shared coffee in silence until the two girls came down. They both gave him knowing glances as they passed him into the kitchen. "Oh-oh" ran though his brain, and his faced flushed in response. Both girls returned to the dining room and sat down with glasses of juice, and started in recounting the events at the dance. Finally Gert was awake enough to ask if everyone was ready for her to fix some breakfast. Getting nods and positive mumbles in response, she headed out.

After she was gone, Stacy moved over next to Ellen and whispered "Tracy knows" into his ear.

The color drained out of his face. Having sex with Stacy was confusing and complicated enough without the word getting out. The biggest mouth, with the least discretion in the family being armed with that information could be a disaster. There was nothing he could do about it at this point though as he had nothing to blackmail her with, or did he? There was the episode with the four boys that might work. His mother's call from the kitchen broke his thoughts off. He went out and got plates and silver for the four of them as his mom requested and set the table. His mom followed him with a platter of scrambled eggs and sausages. The aroma caused him to realize just how famished he was. He loaded his plate with eggs and meat until he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Tracy was staring at him intently.

"You're not pregnant are you?' She asked.

"No!" he said.

"Sorry, just wondered, it looked like you were eating for two". She replied.

"No more than normal" He said.

"A girl has to watch what she eats Ellen, the only way she wants to get fat is being pregnant". Tracy answered with a grin on her face.

She had gotten the reaction she was looking for, fear and guilt were written all over him.

"You are going to need help getting ready for your big date, and I'm just the girl to help you with that" She continued.

"I already know what I'm going to wear anyway" Ellen said.

"What are you wearing to church?" Stacy asked.

"The yellow dress and shoes" Ellen answered.

"Good choice, we'll help you get dressed, we want our special girl to look her best today now, don't we"Stacy said.

Ellen realized this was a set-up so they could talk, and burying his mind in how to cope with the situation, just said "Ok."

He finished the rest of his breakfast in silence, avoiding any eye contact with anybody, especially Tracy, whose look made him feel like a roast in the butcher's case. As he felt the tightness of his stomach, he remembered the corset, then realized he shouldn't have eaten so much.

Without thinking, he went out onto the porch to get the Sunday paper. He quickly ran back inside after a neighbor family went by and the Mrs. asked "Allen, is that you?", and he realized he was standing there with his robe open, the pink babydoll nightie on full display to them and anyone else passing by. He settled onto the couch and started to browse through the paper, hoping to digest some of his breakfast before it was time for the corset. His concentration on the paper was broken by a call from upstairs. The girls had gone up after they finished, and apparently took it upon themselves to get things ready for him. With his mom urging to start getting ready, as it took time for a girl to look her best, he started for the stairs and certain doom. He went up and headed for his room to see what was set out and what else had to be done. Tracy came in and took him by the hand, headed for the bathroom. When he got there, the tub was already full, and it smelled like a garden.

"Tracy!, you're only twelve" He said as her hand lingered a little long between his legs when she started to undress him. "Besides I can take my own bath" he added.

"I get mine, or I tell" She answered.

"Your what?" He said,, startled and feeling trapped.

"My shot at the new slut on the block" She said.

Saved by Stacy! She came in and started to remove the hairpins holding Ellen's wig in place.

Whe she was done removing it, she handed it to Tracy. "Go brush this out and fix the curls while Ellen washes up. We don't have time for your games this morning. We'll talk about it tonight, meanwhile, behave yourself" She said.

Tracy pouted, but took the wig and set out to Ellen's room, realizing her sister was right. Ellen finished undressing and quickly slipped into the rose scented foam of the tub. Happily, he felt protected by the thick bubbles. After lingering in the tub until his skin started to pucker, Ellen realized he had to get out, and it would be better to do it before Tracy got back. Stacy held the towel for him and patted him dry as he tried to wrap it around himself.

"We're all girls here, you don't have to be shy missy" She said as she pulled the towel away from him. Jealousy? His two cousins fighting over who was going to fuck him first? What about Vickie? This is soooooo different than anything I ever expected form girls!

He took the towel back and wrapped it around his waist.

"No that's not how you do that! " She said as she took the towel and wrapped around herself and lapped it over between her breasts to keep it up.

She gave him the towel back, and he put around himself the way she had. This is better, he thought as he headed for his room to get dressed. As he entered the room he saw Tracy standing naked in front of the mirror with her legs spread and her finger in herself.

"Come here" she said, pointing to her crotch with her free hand.

He just stood there staring at her, not knowing what to do or say, when Stacy came in behind him. Picking Tracy's gown off the floor and tossing it at her she said "Get this on and get out, I can see you'll be little help".

Ellen hurried over to the bed, picked up the yellow lace panties and put them on. They didn't cover much but it was at least something. He dropped the towel and put the matching bra on with his back to his cousins. He didn't look at them but he could feel their eyes almost burning holes in his back. He put on the corset, thankful that it hooked in front, and reached for the yellow slip.

"Wait" Stacy said. "I told you we would need to tighten that a couple of inches for you to get the dress zipped".

Tracy finally left for her own room, as Stacy came over and untied the bow of the yellow satin ribbon that was the lacing. She managed to tighten it a couple of inches on her own, but when she checked the waist of the dress against Ellen's waist she realized she needed at least another inch. She called for Tracy as she wrapped the lace from one side around her hand. She was happy to see that her sister had at least gotten into a bra and panties, as she took the other lace and wrapped it as her sister had. "On three" Stacy said.

They pushed against his sides for leverage as they pulled the laces. Ellen almost lost his breakfast as the corset tightened another inch, but he did lose his breath. Stacy held her hand up for Tracy to stop pulling. She got the dress and checked again, it was close but they shouldn't take a chance. She rewrapped the lace, pushed against his side and nodded at Tracy. It took quite a bit of effort but the corset finally moved another half inch toward joining in the back. She took the lace from Tracy, knotted it and put the bow back in the ribbon. Ellen was still trying to breathe

"Shallow breaths" Stacy told him, as Tracy left again. "Then get rid of this before you put the slip on" She added sroking his penis through the panties.

He looked for the gaff, but it wasn't on the bed. He went to his dresser and there it was, still in the drawer. He took the panties off and pulled the gaff up his legs, but when he tried to tuck the semi-erect appendage back it hurt and wouldn't go.

"This is your fault" He said to Stacy.

"Wait, I'll be right back" she said, and left the room.

She came back in a couple of minutes with a washcloth wet with cold water. She wrapped it around his penis, which instantly shriveled to almost nothing.

"There" she said, as she picked the towel off the floor and handed it to him to dry himself.

His testes had already withdrawn into him, reacting to the cold water, so he tucked himself and adjusted the gaff. He remembered then that the panties went over the garters, so he sat and put on the stockings. These were the white ones of real silk, not nylon. He smiled as he felt the sensation against his legs when he pulled them up. He stood and attached the garters, then put the panties back on.

Tracy stood in the doorway clapping her hands "Very good! you're learning" She said, entering the room again.

"You better put some clothes on too" she said, looking at her still naked sister. "She'll hurt herself if you don't".

Stacy left, and Ellen put on the slip, and then stepped into the dress. He pulled it up and put his arms through the half sleeves. He looked over at Tracy as he adjusted the bodice, and ralized he wasn't going to be able to reach anywhere near the zipper with this corset so tight.

She stepped over and leaned into him

as she pulled up the zipper. It was tight at the waist, but came up with a little effort.

"You're mine tonight, bitch" she whispered in his ear as she finished the zipper and hooked the eyelet.

"You're still only twelve" he said.

"Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed" she said over her shoulder as she left to fininsh dressing herself.

He picked the shoes off the floor, grabbed the wig and the bag of 'day' makeup and headed for the stairs as quickly as the corset would let him. He was out of breath when he got downstairs with his arms full, just in time. His mom was headed for the stairs to go up and see what was taking so long up there.

"Good," Ellen said as he saw his mother was dressed and ready, "I was hoping you could help me finish up, Stacy and Tracy are still getting dressed".

"What is taking so long?" she asked while nodding her head yes and taking the wig from him.

"It took some work to get this corset right" he half-lied.

"That'll teach you to watch what you eat before you go out" she said, leading him to a diningroom chair and motioning him to sit.

She quickly had the wig pinned into position, and brushed. She took the bag from him and emptied the contents on the table. She put the light powder foundation on, then gold eyeshadow, followed by brown mascara. She then put a light coat of gold glitter on the flat of his cheeks and his chin to hightlight the bronze stained cheekbones.

"Get your purse, put your lipstick on, and you'll be ready to go sweetie" She said, as she went over to the stairs and yelled up for the girls to hurry.

He did that, then went to the bag that Vickie had left for him. He took out the triple braid gold necklace and matching earrings and handed them to his mom. She smiled and nodded, then took them from him and put them on. That was the finishing touch, any mother would be proud to take a daughter as pretty as she to put on display at church. Finally the girls came down, and everyone was ready to go. She told them how pretty they looked, as she herded them toward the door.

"Ellen is the pretty one today, look at that dress" Stacy said faking jealousy, and everyone giggled except Ellen. He felt like his day was going from bad to worse. What was going to happen when they got to St. Leo's, with the whole neighborhood gathered for mass. They set out for the six block walk to church. The sidewalk ahead and behind was busy, as most of the other families lived within a mile and also walked to church when the weather permitted. Driving didn't gain much, since St. Leos had a small parking lot, and by nine-thirty it was full, so you had to park another block and a half past it at St. Catherine's school for Girls or on the street if you could find a spot. He could feel his hips swaying and his skirt brushng the back of his knees as he tried to keep up in the 4" spike heels. He must be giving the people behind them quite a show, he thought and blushed, remembering Stacy's comment from Friday. There was nothing he could do about it though, and he knew his calves would be protesting too by the time they got to church. They weren't used to being stretched like this despite yesterday's training. High heels were made for standing around in, not walking he decided. They were near enough that he could see a crowd gathered on the large sidewalk in front of the cathedral, and wondered what was going on there to keep people on the street instead of going in and sitting like they usually did.

Finally they got there, and could see the attraction.

It was Stephen! He was standing with his parents in that pink party dress with his skirt flaired out by the crinolines, and those pink shiny strapon shoes over his white tights. His short hair was gathered in bunches and tied with pink satin ribbons. Other than lipstick, which was heavily applied, no attempt was made to make him look feminine. He was just a very obvious boy in a dress, crying in front of everyone. At least my mom had the decency to make me look like a girl he thought as they approached. Stephen saw how pretty and appropriate Ellen looked as they came close, and started to wail out loud. Ellen looked like a very pretty young lady, and he looked like a..like a... like a freakshow, a 5 year old freak.

Gertrude and Mrs. McMurtry talked for a couple of minutes, then smiled at each other as they headed up the stairs to where Lillie was already standing. After checking the girls over, Lillie led the way into the church and up to the pew they usually sat in. A few people noticed Ellen, and made the connection because of his mother's presence. He could tell because they smiled differently as he passed than others did. They settled in, arranging purses and missals, when Coleen and Vickie came up and asked if they could share the pew this morning. Gert glanced at her sister, and then nodded yes. The others slid down to make room, and she scooted around Ellen so that he and Vickie would be next to each other. As everyone was getting settled again, there was a commotion near the back of the church, and applause. They stood to see and joined in the applause as the McMurtrys made their way up to their accustomed pew, with Stephen/Stephanie crying out loud in the firm grip of his mother's hand. The commotion and muffled mumbling finally fell off as the service began. Vickie sat touching Ellen and sharing his book and holding his hand when the opportunities presented themselves throughout the service.

When the service concluded, the congregation was dismissed row by row by the ushers. Since they were near the front, Gertrude, Lillie and their little herd of girls were amongst the earlier departees. As was customary, the families gathered in little groups around the front of the church to exchange pleasantries with other members they had not seen all week. There was a lot of the gossip centered around the spectacle at the beginning of the service and a lot of families going over to chat with the McMurtrys or just get a better look at their new 'daughter'. Several more came over to be introduced to Ellen, with more than a few not recognizing him until his mother said something. They were a lot more polite and reserved than the ones across the way and commented nicely on his appearance and comportment. He was just happy that there was something else to draw the attention away from his conversion, but couldn't help notice how much nicer the other families were toward him especially the women. Under Vickie's watchful eye most of the girls his age kept their distance even when their parents were chatting with either Gert or Lillie. As the crowd dispersed Gert asked Coleen and Vickie if they cared to join the family in their regular Sunday brunch at Murphy's. Coleen excused herself as it was her weekend to open the store, but Vickie said she would be honored. The family headed for Murphy's with Vickie and Ellen walking hand-in-hand, and Gert and Lillie walking behind them smiling to each other. The cousins were in front, barely watching where they were going as they discussed Stephanie.

Mr Murphy was there, as he usually was, to hold the door for the ladies that didn't have a gentleman with them to do so. He smiled broadly as the group entered, and winked at Ellen. They went to their usual table and Vickie again held Ellen's hand possessively as young Helen Murphy brought the sixth chair over to the table. Helen normally served them on Sundays, but this morning the usual scowl was replaced by a broad smile as she set glasses of water out for the group. She went out of her way to make eye contact with Ellen as she went around the table, an action that wasn't wasted on Vickie who shot back 'she's mine' daggers at her. Ellen was a little confused by Helen's attention, as she usually made a point of ignoring him, but was happy inside at the attention. Another girl who seemed to like boys in dresses, this is indeed strange.

"What do you two have planned for the afternoon?" Gert asked Vickie when Helen had left with the orders.

"First we planned...." she started to say, but the commotion of Stephanie's entrance with his family drowned her out. It seemed the whole patronage of the restaurant was clapping and cheering as Mrs. McMurtry passed through the room to their table holding Stephanie's hand in the air by way of introduction.

When they were finally seated, Stacy went over to their table and said "You look absolutely devine this morning lass".

Then she leaned over to Michael's ear and said "Jealous?".

Stephen sat with his head down, looking at his lap when his mother took his chin and raised his head. "A proper lady acknowledges a compliment young girl".

"I wish you would quit saying that, I'm not a ....." Stephanie got out before his father's backhanded slap got there.

"You'll have to excuse the girl, she's not had proper training yet" Paddie McMurtry said to Stacy while glancing at her mother.

Having had her fun and gotten Stephen in trouble, Stacy went back and took her chair. Tracy started to get up to take her turn, but her mother put her hand on her shoulder, keeping her seated.

When the chatter died back down Vickie started over, "First we planned on going to 'Just Girl's' so Coleen can help us finish her wardrobe now that she's seen Ellen done over".

Gertrude and Lillie both nodded their assent.

"Then we probably will go to the ciniplex at the mall for a movie, and shopping after to round out her supply of 'essentials'." she continued. "We also need to get a pair of yellow shoes with lower heels, as those are taking their toll on Ellen's legs and feet."

"A good idea, I noticed she was wobbling a bit by the time we got here" Gert replied.

Turning to Ellen, Vickie kissed him on the cheek "You've been the perfect lady so far today and I am so proud of you" she said loudly enough for Helen to hear as she had returned with their food just then.

"Victoria, you'll be the perfect companion for her on her first trip out" Lillie said before they all started to eat.

Between bites, the general conversation drifted to the event of the day, and how four weeks at St Catherine's would improve Stephanie's demeanor, though not much could help with her appearance. The square face and prominent chin along with the wide nose would probably resist even the best efforts at improvement. Stacy and Tracy giggled softly knowing what happened to 'special' girls who couldn't look the part on their best day, when they got caught alone by some of the rougher boys in the neighborhood. As long as Ellen remembered her training and didn't do something stupid, she would probably not have any problems. She looked more like a girl than most girls and was developing the air that went with being a pretty girl on display, and Vickie was just the girl to nurture it.

As they were finishing their meal, Vickie couldn't help noticing Ellen squirm to the 'I gotta pee' dance. Without a word, she handed Ellen his purse and took him by the hand toward the ladies room.

"I can't go in there" he said.

She read the sign out loud, looked him up and down and said "For the life of me, I can't see why not, but don't worry I'll stand watch for you. It'll be better than the puddle you are about to make on the floor here."

Ellen couldn't argue with that logic and the gentle reassurance of her voice calmed his fears.

"Remember to sit" she whispered in his ear as he entered the stall.

After a bit of a struggle to keep his skirt from getting wet, Ellen finally managed and got everything resituated. He came out to see Vickie touching up her makeup, and pointing to his purse to indicate he should do the same. As he started to dig for his lipstick, Vickie took him and gave him another of those gentle sensuous kisses on the lips that left him weakkneed. She then smiled and wiped her red lipstick off his face with a tissue before taking his pink and putting it on him.

Stacy watched with more than a tinge of jealousy as Vickie, with her tiny waist and rounded hips, led Ellen back to the table.

"Ha ha bitch, I got her first" she wanted to say but didn't dare.

Lillie paid the tab over Vickie's protest that she should get her own and excused herself for a minute.

She went over to the McMurty's table and looked at Stephen with her cold gray eyes, saying "I'll see you at school in the morning Stephanie, and I hate my girls to be tardy". Stephen responded with a look of absolute terror.

The rest of the family got up and gathered their purses to leave. Ellen could not help noticing Helen's smile, and the look in her eyes as they headed for the door.

Outside on the walk Vickie thanked Lillie again for the meal and explianed that she would be back in a half hour with her car to pick up Ellen. She squeezed his hand firmly, kissed him on the cheek and headed for her house with that exagerated wiggle she had shown the day before.

She was a sight with her skirts swaying and the gentle breeze playing in her long red hair as she walked away.

"Not bad for a man" Stacy thought, 'Wait until Ellen finally figures it out."

The families split up with Lillie and the girls headed for their home and Ellen and his mother headed for theirs. "My god do my legs ever hurt" Ellen thought to himself.

Noticing his obvious discomfort, Gert said "When you get home, change into the white flats you wore last night, I'm sure Victoria won't mind until you have a chance to get some other yellow ones."

"That sounds like a plan, they match my purse" Ellen replied, as he was almost limping by now.

Finally, they reached home, and none to soon for Ellen, who immediately removed the heels. He sat in the first chair he came to and rubbed the back of his calves vigorously, trying to get the soreness out of his legs before he tackled the stairs for the other shoes.

"Why do girls torture themselves so?" he asked his mother.

"So we can look our best, besides it won't be so bad after your legs get used to them" she replied.

"I should have worn the white ones to church" Ellen said.

"It was actually better to wear the yellow ones, because you will probably do as much walking in the mall, and if you fell this morning there were four of us to catch you" she said, adding "Now run up and get the other shoes, and touch up your makeup before Vickie gets here".

He got up and did that, and couldn't help noticing how nice it felt to have the silk of his stockings massage his calves as he climbed the stairs. He also noticed how much more clean and fresh he felt in the dress than when he had to wear a suit and tie to church in the summer. "If it wasn't for this damn corset, this wouldn't be so bad" he thought, "Besides, Vickie seems very happy with how pretty I look", as he admired the pretty girl's image he saw in his bedroom mirror.

"Hurry, sweetheart" his mother hollered up the stairs, breaking the moment.

He went back down to get his makeup, and went in to the bathroom to touch up.

When he came out his mother handed him a wad of bills saying "Put this in your purse for shopping today, $300 should cover you well".

He almost fell over, his mom had never trusted him with much extra money before, but now she was giving him more than she ever had given him before, to buy girls clothes with.

"You do look so sweet and radiant today, I do hope you'll be a lady and not offend Vickie" his mom said.

"Don't worry mom, she is the best thing that's happened to my lovelife so far, and if she wants to parade me around in a dress, I guess that's what I'll do" Ellen said.

"I do have one question though" he added.

"What's that, honey?" Gert asked.

"My chest and nipples feel all hot and tingly, could I be allergic to the glue you used to stick these things on?" he said, looking down at his chest.

"We'll check that out when you get back tonight" She said, as the doorbell rang.

Ellen went and opened the door. As Vickie came in, he took a couple of steps back in awe of her. She had on a kelly green dress that came just below her knees in a mid-full skirt. The skirt was double layer polished gabardine, while the bodice was a single layer, just translucent enough to show the pattern of her full lace green slip. It had mid length sleeves that came just to her elbows with green satin cuffs. There was also white satin piping at the bottom of the cuffs, the bottom of the skirt and around the deep 'v' neckline, and a white satin sash around the waist. She wore matching green satin shoes with tiny white bows on the tops in 1 1/2 inch heels which were also white. She had her red hair out full length instead of pinned back as he usually saw her, which came to a tiny flip just at the points of her breasts. The quarter sized jade heart of her necklace was perfectly centered in the porcelain white of her bosom and matched the braclet and earrings she wore. Her green clutch matched the shoes perfectly. Ellen was speechless! Gertrude was speechless. Neither could ever remember seeing a prettier girl. She reached out and took Ellen's hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Her fingernails seemed to have grown an inch since church and were bright red, matching her lipstick. "I seem to meet with your approval" She said, breaking the long silence.

"Wow!" said Ellen, finally finding his tongue, "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen".

"I wholly agree" Gert said.

"You look absolutely beautiful also, we'll be the prettiest pair of girls at the mall so put a club in your purse to beat back the boys". Vickie said.

That got a good laugh!

As they turned to leave, Vickie turned her head back toward Gert "Is there a special time I should have her back by?" she asked.

"No, take your time and enjoy yourselves" Gert replied.

They left and walked over to the car hand in hand. Vickie opened the door for Ellen to get in, and watched to make sure she did it properly, not showing her undies or wrinkling her skirt. Then she went around and got in. Vickie was a lot more agressive driver than his mother and shaved almost five minutes off the time it had taken his mom to drive to the plaza. As they traveled Vickie explained that she used to work at that store until Coleen became manager, then she had to transfer to the one in the north suburbs. "I still get my discount at any one of the stores, so relax and have fun" she said.

The concept of going with a girl to by girlie things dressed as a girl made him visibly nervous though he was confident Vickie would fend off any unwelcome intrusions by other girls. She had watched over him like a lioness over her cub at church and Murphy's.

"Come on now, it will be a lot of fun, you'll see, it'll be a lot different than your first trip here so relax before I have to bite you".

"My first trip here wasn't a very pleasant one, is all" Ellen answered.

Finally, they pulled into the parking lot and found a good place to park.

"Let's go to the shoe store first, those shoes are a little plain for such a pretty dress" Vickie said as they got out of the car.

"You get to pick what you like this time, it's more fun!" Vickie said as they entered the store.

One of the clerks immediately came up to them, since the store wasn't very busy.

"Hi Cindy, this is my friend Ellen, she needs some 1 to 2 inch heels to go with the dress she has on" Vickie said.

"No problem, sit and I'll measure her foot, we have lots of yellow" Cindy said.

"Can't we just browse a bit first?" Ellen said.

"Sure" Cindy replied, "Just let me know so I can help when you are ready to try some on"

Vickie led Ellen over to the ladies dress shoe section. "What size are the one's you have on? No sense finding the perfect shoe if it won't fit"

"These are a 9 with a 'W' for women's I think" Ellen said.

"No silly, the 'W' is for wide" Vickie replied, giggling, which started Ellen giggling too.

They went to the aisle with the big 9 on the sign above it and started looking at all the shoes on the plastic display shelves in front of the boxes.

There were over 100 different shoes on display just in the 9 section. They took their time looking at all the styles and colors, Ellen started to enjoy herself and become less nervous. They compared opinions on several pair, with Vickie jotting down the style number of the ones they agreed on, and surprisingly there were only a couple they didn't. When the list got to six, Vickie led Ellen back over to where Cindy was waiting for them. "We'll try these in a 9, but bring an 8 1/2 in the ones with a star after them" Vickie said to Cindy.

"An 8 and a half?, these nines fit good" Ellen said.

"Vanity, my dear girl, some manufacturers make their shoes a little larger because women feel flattered to get into a smaller size" Vickie said.

"Oh, this is different, I'm used to just grabbing my size off the shelf and going" Ellen said.

"And you're also used to the complication of having to choose between black, brown and sneakers, but if you insist we can see if they have any wingtips that will go with that dress" Vickie said. They were still giggling when Cindy returned loaded down with boxes. The first pair were pumps with a broad heel and rounded toe. Ellen put them on, and stood up to see how they felt. Then he flattened his skirt against his legs so he could see how they looked. He was shaking his head no as he looked up to Vickie who was doing the same. The second pair was a wedgie sandal with three straps across the foot and one in back and 2" heels. The process was repeated, with both nodding yes. All six styles went that way with two yeses. Then Cindy opened another box. "I got these from the back, they just came in and haven't been put out yet" she said.

They were the perfect shade of pastel yellow, a white open-weave lattice across the top, open toe and a wider 2 1/2 inch heel. Ellen and Vickie both said "these" at the same time as Ellen did a couple of twirling dance steps in them enjoying the feel of the aircushion insoles.

"Let me put them in the box for you then" Cindy said.

"I think I'll wear them" Ellen answered, "Put the white ones in the box".

Ellen started to head for the counter, but Vickie took him by the hand and led him off in the other direction.

"We're not done yet" She whispered in his ear.

She led him past the shoe racks, and there was a wall with purses hanging on it, hundreds of purses in all shapes, sizes and colors.

"What's wrong with this one? " Ellen asked holding out his purse toward Vickie.

"It's mostly white, and you're mostly yellow" She said as she held her own purse against her dress for him to see what she meant.

"This the joy of female shopping, once you buy something, you just have to make sure all your accessories coordinate" she continued.

They looked at several different yellow ones and finally agreed on a small pastel yellow one with a gold chain shoulder strap and gold beading.

Vickie went over to the wallets while Ellen checked out the purse. She came back with a flat yellow one that had a gold clasp over one side and a strap with a snap over the other. She slid it into the new purse and checked it over.

"It fits, and leaves room for your keys and makeup, its' perfect!" she said.

"Ok, are we done yet?" Ellen asked.

"Heavens no! There's lots more we can look at, but we'll just check out something for your hair now." Vickie answered.

She led him across the store to a trio of revolving racks. There were all kinds of barettes, bows, headbands, scrunchies, and a bunch of other things he wasn't sure of. He just stood and watched as Vickie spun the racks. She picked out several barettes, and brought them to him.

"This one is for today" she said holding out one with a two inch yellow bow attached to it, "And these others will go with some of your other outfits."

They headed up to the chashier's desk and Ellen started to pay for the things they had selected, but Vickie held back the barettes. When Ellen reached for them again, Vickie said "These are on me".

With that done Vickie the clerk asked for a mirror, and Ellen for a hairbrush.

"I don't have one" Ellen said.

"Oh my god" Vickie replied.

She went up to the counter, laid two dollars and some change on it, said "This is for a hairbrush, can you believe that girl?" and headed for the hair accessory display again.

She was back in just a blink, put five more dollars on the counter, picked up the mirror and told Cindy "This is for your assistance dear" and went back to where Ellen was standing.

"What kind of girl are you leaving home without a hairbrush? Don't you know that hair is a girl's MOST important feature?" She said to Ellen, adding "sit".

Handing Ellen the mirror, she said "watch this".

She took the first inch behind the spiral curl that ran down Ellen's cheek, separated it and brushed it out. Then she did the same with the other side. Pulling them back she clipped them to the back of Ellen's head with with the barette. Ellen could see the difference right away. It looked a lot more like the styles he saw everyday, and it held most of his hair back from his face. She finished brushing out the rest of his hair so it was smooth again and handed him the brush, "Don't leave home without it" she cautioned.

"Thank you, this looks nice" Ellen said.

As they gathered their bags up, Vickie turned to Cindy, saying "We could be back", and they walked out to the car again with Vickie leading the way.

"Aren't you enjoying this?" she asked Ellen.

"Well trying so many shoes was different, and fun I guess, and these are easier to walk in than the ones I wore to church" Ellen said.

"One more chance" She said, as she took Ellen's arm and headed for 'Just Girls'.

Ellen had a sense of forboding as he remembered what happened there just a few nights ago. He really didn't want to go in there and face Coleen, who had gotten such joy out of humiliating him Friday.

Vickie sensed his tension. "What's the matter sweetheart?"

"Just bad memories of how your sister treated me in there before" Ellen said.

"Well I promise nothing but good times this time sweetie, she may be my older sister, but I can kick her ass if I need to" Vickie replied.

Ellen stopped walking and took a step away from Vickie, he had never heard her talk like that before, even to Allen.

"Its' ok honey, I just want you to know that no one will muss a hair on your pretty little head unless you want them to when you're with me, ok?" Vickie said, holding his hand in both of hers to comfort him.

It took a minute before Ellen's trembling stopped, and he nodded toward the store. He wasn't ready for this trip to end yet, Vickie had been nicer to him than anyone except maybe his mother, in his life. He could tell by the fire in her eyes that the temper under that red hair was prabably as hot as Hades if she got angry, he felt safe with her, she would protect him.

As they entered the store and glanced around, he noticed that the thirty or so girls already there turned and looked as they entered. They were indeed the prettiest girls in the shop. A couple of the girls said hi to Vickie as she went toward the counter,and she responded in kind. When she got up there, Coleen came over to them. "Could you be a dear and put our purses up while we shop?" Vickie asked. "We could need both hands today".

"I'm sorry I was rude to you the other day"Coleen said to Ellen, "Would you please forgive me?"

"Ok" Was all Ellen could muster.

He realized she was under orders of some kind to do what she did, and although she seemed to enjoy it, she was doing what she had been paid to do.

"The rules are simple this time, you find stuff you would like to see me in, and I'll do the same, then we'll try them on together, ok" Vickie said.

That got a smile out of Ellen, and he relaxed a little bit. They went over to the casual side, where he had never been, and started looking at the displays there. High on the wall, on the foam half shapes was a sundress of red gardenias on a white background, with a low cut neckline and elastic in the neckline and the puffy sleeves. It had several rows of elastic sewn into the waistband as well.

"That one" He said to Vickie. pointing to the dress.

"Ok," she said, "Let's find one for you to try, do you have a swimsiut?" she answered.

"Yeah, but mom put it in the box with the rest of my clothes" he said.

"No silly, one with a top, to cover those" she said touching his breasts.

"No" he replied. "Do I need one?"

"If you want to swim with me at the 'Y' you do, they frown on topless women there" she said.

"Oh" he said

"Please relax" she said. "It will be a lot more fun for both of us if you do"

"I'm trying" he said "I'm just so confused and if you know anything about my last two days, you'll understand".

"I know a lot more than you think, and if you have fun here, just for me, I take you to my special place" She said in her huskiest whisper.

That was by far the best offer of his young life, and dazed or not, what could he say. They browsed through racks and racks of clothes with Coleeen behind them, holding the things Ellen selected for Vickie across one arm and the ones Vickie picked for Ellen on the other. Finally, after selecting four matching swimsuits, Vickie said to Ellen "Lets find a dressing room before she collapses", nodding her head over her shoulder at Coleen.

They headed over to the other side of the store and took the large dressing room usually reserved for mothers to help their daughters select a prom dress. One wall had eight hooks on it, one had a bench, with mirrors above it, the third and the back of the door were all mirror. Coleen handed them both a couple of outfits "Only three items in a dressing room at a time" she said.

"Only two broken arms at a time sis, but two more waiting" Vickie answered.

Coleen gave them the rest of the outfits, and they filled the hooks until they wouldn't hold anymore. Ellen was nervous, not sure what to do, but Vickie was already stepping out of her dress.
"I need help" Ellen said, "I have a corset on and I can't reach the zipper"

"They do make it hard to move about" Vickie answered, unzipping Ellen's dress and sliding the sleeves off his arms.

The dress fell to the floor, so he figured he should do as Vickie had done and step over it. She then took off her slip, and he just stood and stared at the beautiful girl in front of him in just her bra, panties and garter, all kelly green satin. She let him look for a minute, then she said"Your turn, show me what you got girl".

He took off the slip, and posed for her in his bra corset and panties. The gaff was visible under the skimpiness of the pale yellow panties.

"Coleen" Vickie yelled.

"Right here" She answered.

Vickie undid the latch on the door and stepped out "I need the nudest gaff you have, the nuber 8 skintone would be good".

"Drop the drawers girl" She said to Ellen whan she came back in.

"My dumb sister sold you that black gaff didn't she?" she said.

"Two of them" Ellen answered.

"Well she just bought you a new one, one that doesn't show" She said.

When Coleen knocked on the door again and Vickie took the gaff from her, she turned around to Ellen "Thought I told you to take them off"

"Well..well.. well.... I was waiting 'til your sister left again" Ellen lied.

"Nonsense, you've planned for the last couple of years to introduce me to wee willie so now its' come time" She said.

He slowly took his panties off, obviously embarrassed, but thinking "Why? more girls have seen me naked in the last two days than in my whole life, even my cousins and my aunt. Why does it bother me to have Vickie see it?".

Vickie could almost read his mind, and came over and gave him a kiss on the lips. Such inspiration couldn't be ignored by him or 'wee willie'.

He took the gaff off, and Vickie took his semi erect penis in her hand, "Hi willie, I hope to get to know you a lot more intimately" she said shaking it up and down as if shaking hands.

"Be right back, don't go away" she said leaving, still in just her undies.

"Girls don't seem to have a problem running around like that in front of other girls" he thought. " A guy wouldn't run through a mens store, or even a locker room in just his skivvies."

"Let fix that" She said, taking a cloth out of the small water bucket and wrapping it around his member. That had the desired effect.

"Good," she said when it shrivelled, "I wouldn't want the gaff to hurt him now".

He quickly took the gaff and put it on. He adjusted himself, but Vickie started to adjust it again after he finished. "Like this makes it look as if you have a mound" she said.

He looked it the mirror. It now looked like the pictures in the magazines, a little mound on top and a cleft between two lips, and this gaff was nearly invisible. He looked at the mirror and the girl in front of him had a pussy. He reached for the panties again, but Vickie handed him the swimsuit bottom instead. He put it on, and studied his image closely in the mirror. There was no cock, just a shapely pussy showing in the front of the suit. Vickie came up behind him and removed his bra. She put the top on him and faced him so that he could see three sides at once. He looked at the suit in the mirror but it was hard to concentrate as he could also see the relection of Vickie removing her bra and panties and putting on a matching suit. She looked at herself, adjusting the elastic on her thighs, then at his reflection, then took him into her arms and kissed him. "You're very pretty sweetie" she said.

"So are you" he replied, initiating a kiss for the first time.

She tried on the red sundress over to suit to see if it would work for a coverup while Ellen tried on the halter top sundress she had selected for him. They set them in the 'to buy' pile with the swimsuits and tried on another 4 outfits each. Vickie picked a pale blue shirtwaist dress with a rope belt and an ankle length black pleated skirt for Ellen. He picked a green jumper style dress for her and a very fitted white sheath dress. They helped each other into their original outfits and carried their selections out. Ellen was going to pick up the other ones, but Vickie said Coleen would take care of them, so they went to the counter. Coleen saw them coming and met them there. She looked over their selections and commented on how nice they were. "We also need 2 size 8 St Cathy skirts, 4 36B 18 hour bras, 4 white 36 blouses, and 5 white nylon briefs in size 5. She got their purses out and Ellen bought the school clothes and Vickies outfits, while Vickie paid for Ellen's, making sure she got her employee discount on both purchases.

Loaded with bags they made their way to the parkinglot and the car. "you seemed to enjoy that a lot more once you got into it" Vickie said.

"Once you stripped for me, you mean" Ellen said.

"Well since you were a good little girl, I'll take you to my special place on the way to the mall" Vickie said.

After a few minute drive they pulled into a small parking lot beside a bar called "My Special Place". "I can't go in there, i'm not 21" Ellen said.

"I'm not either silly girl, but Mike, the bartender, thinks I am" Vickie answered as she took Ellen by the hand and led him toward the door.

Ellen could not help at all noticing the pictures of drag queens gracing the billboards on the front with the showtimes in bright bold pink underneath. "What kind of place is this?" he asked.

"It's a gay bar, of course, but I like to come here because most of the clientele is men and I'm as attractive to them as your average sardine" Vickie answered as she let go of his hand and opened the door. He went in and she followed. He stopped as they got through the lobby and looked into the main bar area. It was fairly dark with most of the illumination coming from the bright back bar and the cast off from the spotlights that highlighted the pictures that lined two of the walls. The bartender looked at him quizically until Vickie stepped forward.

"Hi Mikey" She shouted over to him as she pirouetted to show off her outfit. She took Ellen by the hand again and led him up to the bar.

"What do you like to drink?" she whispered into his ear on the way.

"I dunno " he whispered back as he had never had alcohol except communion wine.

"I think I'll have a Glenliviet, tall, with soda, and a glass of chardonnay for my friend" She said.

"Is she 21?" he asked, Looking at Ellen

"Of course, would I get you in trouble?" Vickie answered.

"You would get me into more trouble than Lucifer himself could dream up in a day if I let you sweetie" Mike answered as he went to prapare the drinks.

He came back and set the drinks on the bar, and Vickie paid him. While this was going on, Ellen had a chance to look around since his eyes had adjusted from the bright sunlight outside to the dimness in the bar. It was done up in a rich looking purple and gold theatre motif thick carpet and a large stage at the end away from the bar. It looked cavernous with only the few people that were there on a Sunday afternoon, as there were atleast 100 tables and a row of barstools lining the one wall.

"I'll have to bring you out on a saturday night when the place is full" Vickie said.

"Why?" Ellen asked

"So you can see men in outlandish dresses making fools of themselves, and that's just the customers! The floorshow is something else" Vickie answered.

"The men who come here wear dresses?" Ellen asked.

"Some of them, and the waitresses are all men in skimpy french maid outfits that don't quite cover their panties." Vickie said as she set her drink and purse on a table well away from the rest of the patrons.

Ellen did the same, but still looked like he was in a daze.

"You are quite the nieave one, aren't you? Vickie asked.

"I don't go out much, if that's what you mean, just to dances at school sometimes" he said.

"I didn't bring you here to introduce you to the joys of drink, I thought maybe you had already done that. This is a place where we can talk and noone will listen or bother us." Vickie said.

He took a drink of the wine, and felt the rush go straight to his head. Noticing his reaction, Vickie said "That's why you sip wine".

"Oh"

"Now we're going to play a little game, ok?" she said.

"A game? what kind of game? Ellen asked.

"It's simple, you and I pretend we are someone else, and we sit here and gossip about that pretty couple in the green and yellow dresses" she answered.

"I'm not sure I understand" Ellen said.

"This is a way for you and I to talk freely. Vickie and Ellen are sitting way over there, they can't hear us so they can't be offended or hurt by anything we say. We are just two girls off by ourselves" Vickie explained. "I'll start."

"You get to be Beth, and you can pick a name for me. You know Beth that friend of yours Allen is a bit of an odd duck, isn't he?". She said.

"You think I'm odd?" Ellen said.

"Not you Beth, Allen, and he's way over there and can't hear us so say what you want."Vickie said. "Lets try again, what's your opinion about Vickie's sister Coleen?"

"I'm not sure Alice, she seems ok but she does have a mean streak a mile wide"

"Tell me more Beth"

"Well Alice, I was in her store when Allen's mother brought him in to make him dress like a girl. She seemed to go out of her way to make sure the other girls in the shop saw him in just undies as much as she could, and that everyone knew he was a boy doing this."

"And what was Allen doing? Beth"

"He was crying his eyes out, Alice"

"Do you think she had some motivation for this Beth?"

"Maybe, Alice, Allen wasn't very nice to her or her sister sometimes."

"Know what I think, Beth, I think Allen is a very lonely and miserable boy. I think he does the pranks to get attention, and the more malicious things to try to make others hurt the way he hurts inside. Does he have any friends?"

"He has a couple of friends he does things with when his mom throws him out of the house for a while Alice"

"No close friends, no girl friends, what do you think he does with his time then Beth?"

"Mostly he sits in his den playing computer games or surfing the internet and things like that Alice"

"Why do you think his mother put him in dresses Beth?"

"I think it was to get revenge, but mostly I think his Aunt Lillie put her up to it because she hates men"

"Whatever gave you that opinion Beth?"

"I've overheard her talking to mom before about how she would like mom to ' put the little sissy in a skirt and send him to St. Catherine's' where she would turn him into the lady he should be because he'll never make a decent man."

"Is that all she said Beth?"

"No, she would tell mom that his features and build were a lot more suited to be feminine than masculine, and that some of the neighbors and shopkeepers would tell her how much they wished she would turn Allen over to Lillie for a personality transplant."

"Well Beth, I've seen Allen and I've seen Ellen, I can tell you one thing Lillie was right about. Ellen is a very beautiful girl and Allen's features, mannerisms and gestures work a lot better on her than on him. What do you think?"

"With the makeup and everything, he is a convincing girl, he even surprised me by how good he turned out."

"So you think Ellen is pretty Beth?"

"Oh yes, Alice, there's no denying that, everybody who meets her tells either her or her mother that."

"Do you think its' had any effect on her personality?"

"Its' hard to be mean when someone compliments you like that,isn't it Alice?"

"So you think Ellen doesn't really hate being a girl, huh Beth."

"He did at first, was trying to figure a way to run away or something, but then saturday morning something seemed to snap in his brain when her mom made her cousins back off and take her out of diapers."

"His mom put him in diapers?"

"Worse than that, his mom let his 12 year old cousin put him in diapers and a baby dress and parade him down the street."

"Well Beth, I'm picking up something interesting in your conversation. Sometimes you refer to Ellen as he, and sometimes as she, tell me about that."

"That's what I said, something seemed to snap. I'm not sure when exactly. Whether it was how nice Mrs. Stuart treated her or the first time she saw herself in real makeup instead of the amateurish job her cousins did or when she saw the look in Vickie's eyes when she first met Ellen."

"You mean she thought of herself as girl from then on?"

"Not all the time, but before then when someone called her a 'her' it made her bristle, but when Vickie did it, it somehow seemed natural . I don't know really how to explain it."

"I think I understand Beth, another glass of wine?"

"Yes, please, that stuff is good."

Ellen watched as Vickie took the empty glasses across the room to the bar, and couldn't help noticing that several other customers watched almost as intently. On the way back with the drinks, Vickie smiled broadly at her and started to walk a bit more flirtingly which caused the other watchers to turn back to what they were doing. "There it is again, I called myself 'her' in my mind and 'Vickie's girlfriend' I'll have to ask her about that, she seems to know so much".

Vickie got back to the table, and as she was setting the drinks down Ellen rose up and gave her a kiss. Vickie quickly finished setting the drinks down and put her arms around Ellen's waist returning the kiss.

"I think I love you Vickie" Ellen said as they released each other and sat back down.

"I know you do, and have for some time" Vickie answered.

"No, I mean Ellen loves you, not Allen" Ellen said.

"Oh? Tell me about it" Vickie said.

"I'm not used to talking much, and especially about what I think or feel, so you gotta bear with me, ok?"

"Just take your time and tell me, my lovely Ellen" Vickie responded.

"That's just it right there! when you were getting our drinks and the other people were watching you I was thinking 'I'm her girlfriend so back off' not her boyfriend, her girlfriend" Ellen said. "Does that make any sense to you?".

"It makes perfect sense, sweet one, you are my girlfriend, and Allen's not my boyfriend" Vickie said.

"Then I wish I could stay like this and not change back to Allen" Ellen said.

"Oh but you can." Vickie replied.

"What do you mean? Do you think my mom would let me stay a girl if I wanted to?" Ellen asked.

"I think it can be managed" Vickie replied.

"Really?" Ellen said.

"You said that Aunt Lillie wanted to turn you into the girl you should have been, right?" Vickie asked.

"Well yes, a few months ago, but mom told her she wasn't ready for that yet too." Ellen answered.

"Do you really want to stay a girl?" Vickie asked.

"If that's what it takes to be with you, also, it makes me feel different inside but I can't explain it" Ellen said.

"That's what it takes to be with me, you may think I'm a pervert or something, but I can't help but get turned on by a girl with a cock" Vickie said.

"You really like boys who wear dresses don't you?" Ellen asked.

"No I don't, a boy in a dress is still a boy, a girl with a cock, or a she-male, is something different and you are very close to becoming one." Vickie said.

"You lost me there somewhere" Ellen said.

"That's ok, if it comes to pass you'll understand, if it doesn't, well it was worth the try." Vickie said. "The most important thing is to decide for sure if you want to be a girl permanently."

"That, I don't think I really know, if you put it that way. I mean a week ago I would be really angry to be called a sissy, yesterday when Tracy called me her sissy baby I wanted to hit her, but today before church when Stacy said I was the prettiest girl of the bunch, I felt proud." Ellen said.

"There is a difference there" Vickie explained " She meant that to be derogitory, like all the times at school when I've heard the boys call you a sissy or a fag or a girl in drag, they meant it to hurt. When Stacy, your mom or I said you were pretty we were genuinely complimenting your appearance. If one of the mean boys would recognize you now they probably would call you that and it would probably still hurt a bit."

"I know, I still can't get over how totally feminine I look, even to me, and at church some of the boys I saw who have always been mean to me didn't even recognize me, you could see it by the way they looked the same as they looked at the other girls". Ellen said.

"You are also acting a lot more feminine today than even yesterday. That's important, becoming the girl instead of acting like her. Today its' a lot more natural to you, and I think in a few weeks you would have to work at acting anything like a boy" Vickie said. "Now, drink up lass or the mall will close before we get there."

As they got ready to leave, Mike the bartender, waved them over. "I'm always happy to see a pretty girl in here Ellen, the clientele may be gay, but I'm not, and you're always welcome when I'm here."

Vickie pretended to bristle "Can't you see she's taken?"

"Ah, the prettiest ones always seem to turn out gay like Miss Vickie here." Mike said.

"I'm sure you'll see more of me" Ellen said, "It was nice to meet you."

They got into the car and started for the mall, both feeling a little better than before. They rode in silence for a little bit, then Vickie broke the silence saying "You really don't care much for your Aunt Lillie, do you?"

"I don't think she cares for boys at all" Ellen responded.

"Let me tell you about your aunt from a different perspective. I was one of her students for three years plus one summer, and after 7th grade I worked at St. Cathy's as a monitor and as Miss Lillie's assistant for four summers. Every group that came in while I was there, she could tell which of the 'special girls' would stay a girl, go back to being a boy, or become a transvestite. She was never wrong. Your name came up a couple of times while I was there and she said the biggest problem you had was that you didn't realize you were a girl trapped in a boy's body. She is really a good woman and I like her a lot, but let me tell you my story so you understand why. My parents put me in the summer class after I finished fifth grade hoping St Cathy's could help me, and they could barely afford the $1000 for the tuition so I knew they were serious. I was old for a sixth grader having failed second and fourth grades and almost failing fifth. The first day at the school I was called down to the office a little before school got out. I was terrified wondering what I had done wrong, or if my previous teachers were right and I was just too stupid to be there. When I got there she sat me down in her office, and told me I had a handicap called dyslexia, which was causing my school problems. She told me that if I promised to work hard at it and stay two hours after school every day, she knew a teacher at the university that the school would hire to help me. I said I would do my best, so she walked me home from school and talked to my parents and I. She told my parents that the special tutor would cost the school $50 an hour, or $2000 for the 4 week session, and ST. Catherines would pay for it as long as I completed the classes, if not my parents would get the bill. Needless to say, I finished the course, and was on the honor roll the rest of school. I won the scholarship to St Leo's for finishing at the top of my class in 8th grade, and was validictiorian at St. Leos which got me the scholarship I will use to go to the university this fall. If it hadn't been for your aunt, I would have been an eighth grade dropout with no future. Since then she has always taken an interest in my progress and helped me in every way she could, like getting a hardship grant for Coleen so she could be with me at St Leo's and giving me a summer job at St Catherine's that are usually reserved for the children of the teachers or staff. Seven years in a public elementary and all I got was told how stupid I was, and 1 day at St. Catherine's and I got the help I needed, you'll never convince me she is evil."

"Gosh, I didn't know that, I thought you were always smart" Elen said.

"I was always smart, I just couldn't read because everything looked backward and didn't make sense to me" Vickie answered.

They were already at the mall entrance by then so Vickie hunted for a spot by the doors close to the theater. They picked up their share of glances and a few stares as they made there way into the mall and checked the start times for the movies. They agreed on a romantic comedy that gave them just over an hour to shop before it started. A month ago Allen would have called it a 'chick flick' and hunted for something where things got blown up regularly, but he would watch a movie about grass growing as long as he watched it with Vickie. As they went out into the center of the mall they were greeted by wolf whistles and shouted invitations from the boys who hung out there. "Ellen started to see who was doing it when Vickie cautioned her "Don't even look to see where its' coming from or they'll be over here like flies on shit". Ellen smiled, it was humorous to hear that pretty girl swear and watch her freckles get darker. Vickie led her over to a jewelry store and started looking at the window display. Finally she said "would you do something very special for me, my sweet?"

"Like what?" Ellen asked.

"Get your ears pierced, it would complete the look and mean a lot to me." Vickie said.

"I don't know about that, it would hurt and I would have holes in my ears forever" Ellen said.

"Pretty please, for me?" Vickie replied, giving Ellen her best 'puppy' look. "It won't hurt and then I could give you some special earrings".

"Oh.... ok, just for you, but what'll my mom think?" Ellen said.

"I bet she'll approve when she sees it Ellen" Vickie said as she gave her a tiny kiss on the cheek and led her into the store.

They went up to the earring display and a clerk came over to help them. "We want two sets of the small hearts dangling from the post" Vickie said pointing to the set in the display, "And she needs some holes poked in her pretty little head so she can wear them".

"Let me check, its' getting late and I don't know if the manager will do a piercing now" the young man said as he went into the back room.

A couple of minutes later the clerk returned and waved them to come back. He showed them to a small room and said the manager would be there in a minute.

"Hi ladies, which of you needs pierced today?" he said.

"Ellen" Vickie said, pointing, "She's always been such a big sissy about it so she hasn't ever been done"

"Well Ellen, I'm George and you won't feel a thing. I'll put a topical anesthetic on your lobes, measure them, and use the piercing gun and if you feel a thing you can kick me in the shin when I'm done, ok?' he said.

Ellen nodded, and he applied some novocaine cream to her ears, telling her to give it 5 minutes to work, and left.

"See, it won't be bad sweetie, and I'll hold your hand all the way through it" Vickie said giving her another little peck on the cheek.

A few minutes later, George returned, carrying two small jewelry boxes. He opened one and showed the girls, "These are the ones you wanted, right?" he asked, and both girls nodded.

He pinched Ellen's earlobe, and getting no response, said "I think we're ready now".

He measured her earlobes, and put a tiny red dot on each of them, then lined up the gun on the dots, and it was over. Ellen didn't even get to kick him. He then carefully inserted the posts and put the back on. "All done" he said. "May I ask you both something?"

Vickie and Ellen both nodded.

"We close in 15 minutes and Jeff, the clerk, and I were wondering if you girls would like to join us at the lounge outside the mall for a drink or two" He asked.

"We'd love to..... but we've already bought tickets to the theater for 5:10" Vickie lied.

"We'll reimburse you for them, it would be worth it to get to know two such pretty girls" he said, pressing.

"I think we'll see the movie, but Ellen and I will keep you in mind when we shop for matching engagement rings" Vickie said as she leaned forward and gave Ellen a kiss on the lips.

"Oh, that explains the matching earrings, but it was worth a try" he said, as they gathered their things and headed back to the main store.

"My treat, love" Vickie said as she paid for the jewelry and the piercing.

Ellen smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror on the counter. They went back out into the mall leaving behind two men shaking their heads and mumbling about lesbians.

"How did you like getting hit on for the first time?" Vickie asked as they walked down the mall.

"It was flattering, but I think I'll never be ready for a date with a man" Ellen replied, taking Vickie's hand in hers.

"Never say never" Vickie said.

Ellen looked puzzled, but let it go as they got in line for their tickets, still holding hands. The line was a bit long and the snack bar was crowded, so they got inside the screen that was showing their movie just as the coming attractions were starting. They found two seats together and settled in to watch the movie with Vickie's arm around Ellen's waist and Ellen's arm around her shoulders. They kissed and watched their way through the movie, interrupted only by the noises of discust that a couple behind them made every time they kissed each other. When the lights came back up, they waited for most of the theater to clear before they made their way out. They found their car and got in, and kissed again. "Its' just 7:30, and we have to go right by 'My Special Place' to get home, or are you in a hurry? " Vickie asked.

Ellen, not wanting the day to end, said"Ok honey, I could use another of those glasses of wine."

They got there and went in, Mike waved to them much as before, but there were a lot more people there. Ellen was in a state of shock as she looked around the big room and saw things she had never seen before. Then the waitress came up to seat them. She was huge, about 6'3" or 4"with a large chest, smallish waist and narrow hips she had on one of the maid outfits Vickie had told her about earlier. It was black with a white lace front and white satin trim. The short skirt came just to her hips and was held out by several layers of crinkly petticoat. She had black fishnet stockings on hairy legs and wore black patent shoes with 6" heels and 2" platforms. She led them over to an empty table walking with a seriously exagerated wiggle that almost made Ellen laugh. When they were seated she wrote their order on a pad that seemed to get lost in her huge hands, a irish whisky and water for Vickie, and a harveywallbanger for Ellen. As the waitress minced her way back up to the bar, Vickie leaned to Ellen, "Do you have a clue what a wallbanger is honey?"

"No, but its' the only drink I've heard of" Ellen said.

"Ok, but you only get one, then its' wine for you" Vickie said.

"Why?" Ellen asked

"Two of those and I'll have to load you on the beer cart to get you out of here." Vickie replied, laughing at the image that came into her head.

"This place is 'strange' at night, isn't it?" Ellen asked when Vickie finally stopped giggling.

"Whatever do you mean sweetie?" Vickie asked.

"Men kissing men, women kissing women, that line of men in dresses sitting at the bar like they are waiting to get picked up, and our waitress!"

"Let me help you a bit, the waitress, Michael or Michelle, is an investment banker downtown. He spends the week working and taking care of his wife and three kids, but on weekend nights he works here to let off steam. Half the 'girls' at the bar are waiting to get picked up, but the other half are straight and come here because its' a safe place for a man to be dressed like that, and this is a gay bar so the couples are, well, gay. Does that help?"

"Its' just strange is all" Ellen said.

"you think its' strange now, wait 5 minutes for the show to start" Vickie said.

The drinks came and they sat holding hands as Vickie decided to just let Ellen take it all in and relax. The music started, and a girl came out on stage dressed in a red vinyl slicker, red stockings red platform heels and a red headband with devil horns in her waistlength blonde hair. She danced and strutted around the stage for a few minutes, then came down into the audience which went wild. People were lifting her skirt and stuffing money into her panties and into her bra. They were kissing her, hugging her and clapping their hands in time to her gyrations. Ellen had never seen anything like it before in her life. It took several minutes and three songs for her to dance her way to the middle of the room where they were. Vickie got up and went to her, kissed her and put money down her bra. That was a sight, Vickie was barely over 5 feet even in heels, and this girl had to be 7 foot tall in hers. The dancer worked her way to the front of the room, and finished her act dancing on the bar for the crossdressers who strained to see up the skirt. Michael and another waitress about the same size helped her off the bar when the music stopped. Then Michael threw her over his shoulder and gently spanked the exposed red vinyl panties as he carried her back to the stage, much to the amusement of the whole room which stood and applauded loudly as he set her back on the stage. She did several exagerated curtsies before disappearing behind the curtain, only to be replaced by another girl in a long evening gown slit in front clear to her crotch. And so it went as dancer after dancer strutted their stuff for the crowd. Finally all the dancers came out together and bowed for the crowd reminding them that the second show started at 11.

Vickie leaned over to Ellen so that she could be heard over the din of the crowd, "We should get going, its' after 10 and tomorrow's a schoolday for my special girl".

The wallbanger and the two glasses of wine had done their work, and Ellen was unsteady as she tried to walk with Vickie through the throng toward the door.

"We've got to sober you up a bit, or your mother will think I plied you with alcohol and took advantage of you" Vickie said as they got to the parking lot.

The fresh air felt good after the smoky bar, and the coolness of the evening brought Ellen around. Vickie handed her a small bottle of mouthwash to cleanse her breath and they set out for home.

The porchlight was on and his mother's silouette could be seen in the window as they pulled up. Ellen could walk straight then, so they took her packages out of the car and went to the door. It opened without them knocking and they went in.

"From the look of you you celebrated a successful shopping trip at one of the pubs" Gert said as they set the bags on the couch.

"Your not angry are you mom? " Ellen asked as she gave her mom a totally unexpected kiss on the cheek.

"No, but a mom can't help but worry when her daughter is late coming back from her first date." she said looking them up and down, "I've got coffee on, and Vickie should have some before she drives any further."

"Thank you ma'am, I'm sorry about the hour, but we were having so much fun neither of us wanted it to end" Vickie said, "And yes, Ellen got her first taste of the devil's nectar."

"Tell me about it, then we'll see what you bought" she said as she started for the kitchen. She stopped short when she noticed the hearts dangling from Ellen's ears "Oh my" she added, smiling.

Over coffee, Ellen and Vickie, but mostly Vickie, recounted the course of the day, diplomatically leaving out the nature of the club they found and the people in it. Gert interrupted them with her giggling when they told her about George thinking they were a pair of lesbians. She was amazed also when Vickie said that there wasn't even the slightest hint of gender recognition all day, as she was sure Ellen would slip up somewhere. Finally, after many questions about the day and displaying the new clothes Gert announced that 1 young lass had to be in class in 8 hours. They kissed goodnight at the door, with Vickie promising to meet Ellen at the school when it let out at 2:30 and walk her home.

Ellen watched to make sure she got to the car safely, then kissed her mother's cheek and headed for bed.

  

  

  

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