With artwork by Marina Twelve

 

 

 

Chapter 2

The next morning, I awoke at my usual early hour. I had forgotten about my predicament until I pulled back the single sheet that I used to cover me during summer months. I briefly examined my breasts to see if they had come loose anywhere along the edges, but found that the adhesive was as strong as ever. The makeup had blended the skin tone and textures so perfectly that, in most places I couldn't even distinguish where the breast form ended and my real skin began. I got up and out of bed and felt the pull of the breasts as their weight stretched the skin on my chest. I put my hands to my waist and felt the corset there. I had forgotten about it, also. I guess that I was getting used to the constriction. I put my hand up to scratch my head and encountered the rollers there. I had forgotten about them too. So I went into the bathroom that I shared with Carol, after knocking first and receiving no answer. I used the toilet, and then washed my hands and face thoroughly. Feeling a little better, I put on the fluffy slippers and robe, and went down to have breakfast.

As usual I was the first one down. I got out the bacon, and was about to fry a pan full, but I remembered the lesson of last night's dinner and reduced the amount of bacon that I put in to cook. I put on the apron that I had worn last night because the grease would be splattering everywhere. When the bacon was cooked I laid it out on a paper towel that would absorb the excess grease, and poured out most of the grease from the pan, leaving only enough to cook my eggs. I popped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster before cooking my eggs. Instead of my usual three eggs, I made two for myself. Just as I cracked the shells, Mom came in.

"Good morning, Crystal. How did you sleep?"

"Fine, Mom."

"Wonderful. Carol will be right down. As long as you’re cooking, dear, why don’t you make an egg for me, and one for your sister."

"Okay, Mom."

Usually, Mom would take over from me as soon as she came in. Instead, she took the OJ from the refrigerator, and after setting the table, sat down to await her breakfast. When the toast popped up I put two more slices in. I turned the four eggs, waited several seconds, and then dished them up, along with several slices of bacon, onto the 3 dishes that I had taken from the cupboard. Carol came in as I was finishing and came over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed.

"Good morning, little sister", she said.

"Good morning, big sister", I said, a bit sarcastically.

She giggled and helped me carry the dishes, with the eggs and the toast, over to the table.

We talked as we ate. Conversation mostly consisted of instructions to me on how I had to act and talk in order to pass as a girl. I didn’t so much want to pass as a girl, as I wanted to avoid detection of being a boy. If anybody learned of my true identity, I would never live it down. I remembered that in the fifth grade, Jimmy Hendracky, had peed in his pants when called upon to answer a question by the teacher. Kids still kidded him about one of his life’s most embarrassing moments. And that was just a simple bodily function accident. I could only imagine what I would have to live with.

After we had eaten, Mom said, "Crystal, thank you for making breakfast. Why don’t you go take a bath while we clean up? I’ll fix your hair later."

"Okay, Mom. I need help with my corset though."

"Carol, would you help your sister again?"

"Sure, Momma."

"Thank you. Okay, girls, let’s get going. We have a lot to do. Your Aunt Jessica will be here in a couple of hours."

Carol and I went to my bedroom. After running the water for a bath, I removed the nightgown and turned so that Carol could untie the corset. It felt so wonderful to be free of the restricting garment. Carol took the opportunity to fondle my breasts again.

She said, "I can’t get over it. They’re so perfect. The boys won’t be able to take their eyes off of them tonight."

I got into the tub as soon as she had left. Unknown to me, Carol had put something into the tub that had created a coating of bubbles on the bath. And the water had a different feel to it. I relaxed in the tub, enjoying the warm water. I was careful not to get my hair wet as I washed my body. I washed my new breasts even though they were not real and didn’t really need washing. Although I couldn’t feel anything as I touched them, I knew that they were being handled because each movement pulled on the skin of my chest. Even the tiniest movement alerted the nerve sensors in the skin on my chest. I used the tiny pink razor that Carol had given me, to make sure that my legs were smooth and free of hair. I checked over the rest of my body and removed some hair stubble that I found. I ran the razor over my arms. I had very little hair on my body anyway, but I wanted to remove all traces. Yesterday, I had been uncomfortable as the hairs around my penis got yanked with the normal movements of having my genitals pulled backwards, so I trimmed it all off. No one would be seeing down there anyway.

When I had finished, I got out of the tub and dried myself with the large bath towel. On a lark, I used Carol’s powder on my body after I was done. I slipped into the pink panties that I had washed last night and tucked myself back between my legs. Then I put on the heavily padded panty girdle which helped to give me a decidedly feminine contour to my hips and tush. With my maleness hidden, I looked every bit like a woman. I put on the robe that Carol had left for me, and went downstairs. Carol was reading a fashion magazine in the kitchen.

She said, "Mom’s taking a bath. If you’re done with our bathroom, I think that I'll go take mine."

"All finished. I just wanted to ask you to help me put my corset back on before I get too used to having it off."

"Sure, Crystal. Let’s go upstairs."

We went to my bedroom. I put on the bra that I had washed last night and I picked up the short slip that I had worn under the corset. But Carol stopped me from putting it on.

"Let me get you a fresh one. That one had to have absorbed perspiration yesterday."

She returned after a few minutes with a chemise that barely reached my hips. It was cut very low, and part of the bra, which was also cut very low, even showed above it. Then she helped me to put on the corset. After snapping the two pieces together in the front, she went behind me and starting pulling on the laces. She pulled until it was very tight. She stopped long enough for me to get used it. We talked as I walked around the room letting my body adapt to the confining garment again. I explained that this was the way that we had done it yesterday. After I had gotten used to it, Barbara had tightened it down until I could barely breathe. She had said that the laces and corset fabric stretched as the garment was worn. So it becomes more comfortable as you wear it and it takes the shape of your body. After about twenty minutes, Carol tightened it as much as she could. She put her knee in my back as she pulled on the laces. Then she tied them off after running them around my waist a couple of times. I could barely get my breath now, but I knew that it would get better as I wore it. She helped me to put on a full slip, and then she rolled stocking up my legs and attached them to the garter tabs that hung from the corset. I couldn’t bend and would never have been able to do it without her help. She put the high heels on my feet, and then the dress. She zipped up the full-length rear zipper, and closed some hidden catch at the top.

Mom had laid out the outfit that I would wear today. The dress was a tight, creme colored sheath with a plunging neckline. I understood the reason for the low cut slips now. The tops of my C cup breasts were not only clearly visible, they stuck up out of the dress. The creme colored, double strap shoes, that Carol had put on my feet, had heels in excess of 4 inches. I could barely walk. Standing in front of the mirror, I was shocked at the image that I saw. From the neck down, I looked like a sexy young starlet who was out to garner publicity. The dress was so tight that you could see the garter tabs that held up the stockings. The dress showed off every curve of my ‘fake’ body.

"Carol, I look like a hooker."

"Oh, don’t exaggerate, Crystal. It’s true that the dress is a little tight in the bust and hips. I told you that you're a little bigger than I am. Both upstairs and downstairs."

"What about the shoes? I can barely stand up in them."

"They’re just regular shoes. Guys love high heels on a girl. The higher the better. I’m surprised that you never noticed that most of my shoes are this high. I need the height to date the guys that I go out with. And you do look sexy in them."

"I don’t want to look sexy."

"Mom said that the best way to hide you, was to make you look like a sexy woman that could never possibly be mistaken for a boy. You certainly don’t look like a boy with that dress on. Now, go downstairs while I take a bath. Better practice walking around so that you get used to the shoes before we leave."

"How am I going to walk around. The skirt is so tight that I can barely move my legs."

"Oh, Crystal. Stop complaining. You look WONDERFUL. Now go downstairs and practice."

With that said, she turned and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I walked into the hall and carefully navigated the stairs. I spent the next half-hour walking around the downstairs rooms. I even climbed and descended the stairs a dozen times to get used to doing that in these clothes. I had tried to sit down once but it was so uncomfortable that I stood again after a few minutes and resumed walking.

The doorbell startled me when it sounded. I went to the peephole, and seeing that it was only Aunt Jessica, I opened the door. She was startled to see a stranger standing in front of her.

She said, "Hello, I’m Jessica Tate. I’m here to visit my sister Susan."

I decided to see if I could fool her. "Please come in, Miss Tate. Mrs. Ramsey told me that you were coming."

"Do I know you? You look so familiar, somehow."

"I’m sorry, my name is Crystal. I’m a friend of Carols. I stayed over last night. Carol and Mrs. Ramsey are dressing. They should be down shortly. Can I offer you something? Some iced tea, or lemonade?"

"No thank you, Crystal. I’m fine. Have we met before? I have this nagging feeling that I should know you."

"Yes, I believe that we’ve met. Do you just get into town?"

"Yes, I came for the festivities."

"I’ve been invited to go to the fair with Carol and Mrs. Ramsey. Are you going as well?"

"Yes, I am."

"Wonderful. It looks like we’ll have a nice day."

"The weather report is for sunshine and moderate temperatures."

Just then Mom came down. Aunt Jessica went to greet her. They kissed and exchanged pleasantries for a minute. Then Mom gestured towards me and said, "I saw that you and Crystal were having a conversation. Did you recognize her?"

"I know that she looks very familiar. She said that she believes that we've met before."

"I’m sure of it. She’s my daughter."

"What? What are you talking about? You only have one daughter, Carol. I would know if you had another."

"Well, you’re wrong. Crystal is my flesh and blood."

Aunt Jessica just stood and looked at me. I smiled demurely."

Aunt Jessica said, "I do see a family resemblance, but it’s not possible. What’s the punch-line, Sis?"

"Well, before Crystal grew breasts, she was my son, Cary."

Aunt Jessica just stood there with her mouth hanging open. "You’re telling me that this is Cary?" She just stood there staring at my breasts where they pushed up through the dress.

"No. This is Crystal. But she used to be Cary."

I said, "Hi, Aunt Jess."

Aunt Jessica took two steps backward, backing into the wall behind her. She shook her head but never took her eyes off me. I turned around slowly so that she could get a good look at me.

Finally she said, "How? When? Why?"

Mom said, "Jess, get ahold of yourself. I’ll explain everything. Let’s go into the kitchen so that I can start on Crystal’s hair."

Aunt Jessica didn’t seem to hear, so I started walking towards the kitchen. Mom grabbed her arm and pulled her along. I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and crossed my legs. Mom led Aunt Jessica to another and pushed her down. Then Mom walked around behind me and started to remove the rollers.

Mom said, "It’s really quite funny, Jess. Cary was helping out at a local community theatre. The director challenged the wardrobe lady and the makeup lady to see if they could make him look, convincingly, like a woman. When they were done, the cast, who was not aware of the wager, was invited to evaluate the performance of the new girl. No one suspected that Crystal was really Cary. The wardrobe lady and the makeup lady won the bet. But when they were removing the costume, they discovered that part of it wouldn't come off. The adhesive used to attach the breasts wouldn't separate when the solvent was applied. They can’t reach the company that made them until after the weekend is over. Crystal agreed not to destroy them because they're extremely expensive. So, since a boy can’t walk around with a 36C chest, Crystal was born, and will be with us until they can remove the breasts."

Aunt Jessica said, "If you didn’t tell me, I would never have thought that this blonde bombshell is not a woman."

"That’s the whole idea. Crystal is hiding in plain sight."

"But those breasts. They look so real. Crystal, would you mind if I felt them?"

"Not at all, Aunt Jess."

She came over to me and cupped the breasts. First feeling the weight, then the texture. The vibrations from her touch traveled to my chest. It felt like a fly walking across my skin. She ran her finger over the spot where they joined my chest, trying to find the seam. Finally, she went back and sat back down.

"Crystal, they’re perfect. No one will ever know. Your secret should be safe until they can be removed."

Mom had continued working on my hair while Aunt Jess had examined my breasts. She was almost done after having combed and brushed it. She took a scissors and cut a little bit here and there. Then she sat in front of me and worked on my face. I watched in a handheld mirror as she worked. She explained at each step, and told me a few secrets that she had learned over the years about various brands of makeup. When she was done, I looked like an 18-year-old blond bimbo. Carol came in, as she was finishing up and whistled as I turned around for my audience to see the completed me. Aunt Jess stood up and embraced Carol in greeting.

	Drawing by Marina Twelve

Aunt Jess said, "Carol, I take it that you approve of Crystal being here?"

"I think that it’s great to have a little sister, even if it’s only for a few days. I’m jealous of Crystal’s body though. It makes me want to run to the clinic and have my breasts augmented."

Aunt Jessica said, "Be patient, you’re still growing. You’ll probably be as large as your…. sister, in a couple of years."

I noticed that Carol had put on a very sexy dress also. I guess that it was true that my appearance was intimidating her. But it didn’t stop her from helping me. We went upstairs so that we could pick out some jewelry for me. I selected a pair of earrings that I had always liked on her and she put them on me. She gave me several bracelets to wear, and a delicate gold necklace. We sat at her dressing table and did our nails. After a few dabs of perfume we were ready to leave. We each grabbed our purse, and we went downstairs.

Ten minutes later, we were headed for the restaurant where Mom had made reservations. And it was good that she had. The restaurant was packed. Even with reservations, we had a five-minute wait. Without reservations, there would have been no point in waiting, since the line stretched out the front door. As we waited, another party with reservations came in. One of the members was Debbie, the young girl that was playing Daphne in the play. She did a double take when she saw me but then looked away. I didn’t make eye contact with her because I was hoping that she wouldn’t recognize me.

After a couple of minutes she came over to me and said, "Crystal, is that you?"

"Hi, Debbie." I smiled slightly.

"I can’t believe it. I thought that it was you, but you’re not wearing the long wig. Your own hair looks wonderful, and I see that you’ve changed the color a little. It’s a little lighter. I’m really surprised to see you dressed like this. I thought that you were only going along with Mr. Tucker’s little joke. I had no idea that you lived like this. I think that it’s so exciting. Does everybody know?"

When she paused to take a breath, I said, "No. Nobody else knows that I’m Crystal. Except for my family." I hadn’t wanted to get into long explanations in the restaurant foyer, where someone else could overhear. I introduced my Mom, Aunt Jessica, and Carol.

My Mom said, "Debbie, I hope that you won’t say anything about this to anyone else. It could cause Crystal great distress if people knew."

"You can count on me, Mrs. Ramsey. I won’t tell a soul. Crystal looks so beautiful, that nobody would believe me anyway."

Just then our table was ready, so we said our good-byes and followed the hostess to the table. I hoped that Debbie would keep her promise to not tell anyone. I was really shaken up that someone had recognized me. All the confidence that I had built up, because I thought that the disguise was perfect, had deserted me in an instant. It seemed like everybody in the restaurant was staring at me. I kept my eyes diverted and concentrated on where I was going, and walking properly in the high heels. The stares stopped after we had sat down and I started to attribute them to just the normal curiosity of people looking to see if they knew the new patrons.

During lunch, Aunt Jessica, Carol, and Mom chatted about women’s fashions. They treated me as if I was a regular participant to these conversations, in apparent deference to my new appearance. I discovered that I was watching all of their movements very closely, and mimicking their movements and gestures. My intent was not to poke fun at their mannerisms, but rather to adopt them as part of my disguise.

After lunch, Carol said, "Crystal, I have to use the powder room. Come with me."

I just sat there and looked at her. I was too afraid to move.

Finally, Mom said, "Go with your sister, Crystal."

Mom’s word was law in our house, plus I knew that she could easily embarrass me if I refused, so I rose from my chair and followed Carol to the ladies restroom. This was my first foray into the no man’s land known as the lady’s powder room. What if someone was to discover that I was not a female? All sorts of embarrassing retributions flashed through my mind.

I was amazed at the size and pristine appearance of the room. And there were mirrors everywhere. There was a separate side room with a counter and chairs for women to work on their makeup, and against the rear wall there was a couch.

While Carol used one of the stalls, I killed time touching up my make-up at the counter. The chairs were generously padded and very comfortable. Both rooms had been empty when we came in, but as I worked at the counter, Debbie came in.

She came over and stood behind me as I faced the mirrors. She said, "Oh Crystal, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you in the foyer. It makes me so hot seeing you like this. I’ve never felt like this before." As she talked, she was rubbing my shoulders. "I have to run right now, but I hope that we can get together another time. Do you think that you'd like to?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Wonderful. I’ll see you at the theatre. I have to go. My folks are waiting." She pulled my hair back and kissed my ear, then turned and hurried out.

Carol came out of the stall. She was all smiles. "Looks like you have an admirer, little sister."

"You heard that in the other room?"

"Yes. It’s so quiet in here that the sound carried quite well. I guess that it’s all the mirrors and tile. They don’t deaden the sound at all."

"It’s strange. She’s never given me a second glance until today."

"Must be your new look. Different people have different tastes."

Carol began to work on touching up her make-up. Then she quickly brushed her hair, and mine.

"Better touch up your lipstick a little, sis", she said.

I did, then blotted the excess, and we left the powder room. Mom had paid the bill by the time that we got back to the table, so they got up as we returned and we all left the restaurant. Again, people stared at us as we walked past them. But my confidence in my appearance was returning and I didn't become upset.

Once outside, Mom announced that she and Aunt Jessica had decided that we should go to the mall before heading to the fairgrounds. So we got into the car and headed for the highway that we take us to the Mall. The parking lot at the Mall was more crowded than I expected and we had to park quite far from an entrance. By now I had pretty much mastered the technique of walking on 4-inch heels. Once inside Mom and Aunt Jessica led the way to the store that they wanted to shop in. The Mall was packed with holiday shoppers taking advantage of sales and specials. Carol and I followed behind Mom and Aunt Jessica as they entered the store and headed for the woman’s department. They stopped at the lingerie section and began selecting items.

Mom said, "Crystal, what do you think of these colors?"

Like a typical male, I had been trying be as unobtrusive as possible. I didn’t want anybody to see me touching the lingerie. But nobody around us was paying the slightest bit of attention to me so I walked over to the display and said, "Very nice, Mom."

"Would you prefer something different?"

"Me?"

"Of course you."

"Mom, I’m not going to be needing it."

"You can’t wear the same underwear for four or five days, Crystal. You’ll need something else and since you’re bigger than Carol, you can’t use her intimate things."

"Mom, it’s only for 2 more days. Marge will contact the manufacturer on Tuesday and I won’t need anything."

"Crystal honey, face facts. Even when Marge contacts the manufacturer on Tuesday, it may take an extra couple of days to have the correct solvent shipped to the theatre. You will probably need clean underwear until Thursday, at least."

Mom was right. I hadn’t considered the shipping time in my calculations. "Okay, Mom. You’re right. The colors that you have selected are nice."

We picked out several bras, some panties, slips, and stockings. Mom took me to the dressing room so that I could try on the bras before we left. They all fit fine. She had been right that I could never wear Carol’s. They would be too small. Before we left the store, we stopped by the makeup counter where Mom asked the specialist to evaluate my makeup. The woman said that I looked fine but made a few small suggestions that I might want to consider.

She said, "You have an excellent complexion for a young lady. Highlight your cheekbones a little more and perhaps use a slightly lighter shade of eye shadow." As she talked, she worked on my face. When she was done, I thanked her after looking into the mirror and seeing the improvement. Mom bought the things that she had demonstrated.

We left the Mall and drove to the fairgrounds. For the rest of the afternoon we walked around the enormous midway. A number of times I noticed people looking at me. Mostly they were men. For about an hour, two teenage boys followed us around the midway.

When I mentioned it to Carol, she said, "Don’t worry Crystal, it’s not you. Teenage boys sometimes follow my girlfriends and me. They’re trying to work up the courage to talk to us."

None of the boys ever approached us. I assume that it was because of Mom and Aunt Jessica being with us. When darkness fell, we walked to the area from which we could view the fireworks. They had set up elaborate fireworks displays on the ground to compliment the sky fireworks displays. They had really outdone themselves this year by choreographing the fireworks displays to music. When the final volley had been fired, with ear splitting noise and vibration, everyone applauded. Then most people headed back to the fairground’s midway, while we headed for the car. Mom had promised Robin Weber that Carol and I would attend her party, and she intended to get us there. I had grave misgivings about going as Crystal, but I was committed to go.

The party was going strong when Mom dropped us off in front of Robin’s house. It seemed like the music would be heard a block away. Mom said to call her when we were ready to come home and she would come get us. I was ready to call right now, but Carol took my arm and practically pulled me to the door.

"Crystal, come on. There’s nothing to be nervous about. You look like a sexy young woman, and nobody will suspect anything to the contrary."

"Carol, I’m not just afraid of that. What if some guy wants to dance with me?"

"I taught you how to dance two years ago. You’ve been to at least four school dances since then, and a couple of other parties. Haven’t you danced at any of them?"

"Yes, but never in a dress and high heels."

"It’s not much different. You’ve been walking in heels for two days and look natural in them now. And believe me, the guys are not going to be looking at your feet. With that chest, you’re going to be one of the hottest girls at the party. Let’s go in, you’ll see. Now put on your biggest smile."

"Okay, sis. Lead on."

Carol rang the doorbell. Robin’s mother opened the door and after greeting us, directed us to the back yard. The party was taking place on the patio and pool surround. I saw that there were about thirty teenagers there, about evenly divided between boys and girls. Carol and I walked out the patio doors and were immediately greeted by Robin and several other girls. They crowded around us and quickly filled us in on the party gossip. Other girls detached from their groups and came over to greet Carol and her blond bimbo sister. I felt very self-conscious, but not unwelcome. In spite of my trepidation I began to have a good time. As Cary, I was always on the fringe at social gatherings. But as Crystal, I became the center of attention. I didn’t even have to make the rounds to meet people. They came to me. It was very heady stuff.

I discovered that Carol had been correct earlier. The guys never looked at my feet. They had trouble even looking me in the eyes. My breasts seemed to be all that they could look at. But after all, wasn’t that the intention of the designer responsible for this dress. Most of the guys at the party had steady girlfriends, and they were dragged away after their girlfriends caught them ogling my chest. I was invited to dance a dozen times by unattached guys, and at first I tried to refuse, but eventually I gave in and danced at least once with each guy that had asked me. I was very conscious of the movement of my breasts as I danced, and the reaction of the guys as they watched me. A couple of the guys that I danced with made a comment about the corset and I told them that I had injured my back in an in-line skating accident a couple of weeks ago. I said that my doctor had prescribed that I wear the corset until the muscles had healed. They all bought the excuse and told me that they were sorry to hear of my injury.

At midnight, Mrs. Weber announced that the party would end in an hour and those needing rides should call for them now. She also insisted that the music be turned down to half volume for the remainder of the party, in consideration of the neighbors.

Carol went into the house to phone Mom. I stayed on the patio and fended off amorous suitors. All of the guys that I had danced with wanted my phone number. I tried to tell them that I was going back to Ohio in a couple of days, but that didn’t deter them. I knew that if I gave them a false number, they would only get the correct one from Robin, or one of her friends, so I gave it to them. When Carol called to me that Mom had arrived and was waiting out front, I finally managed to break away from my ardent entourage. I was relieved to slide into the car and head for home.

Mom said, "Did you girls have a good time at the party?"

Carol said, "Crystal was the hit of the party. She practically had to fight the guys off. The rest of us didn’t have a chance with her there."

I knew that she was teasing me so I played along. I said, "Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I noticed that you never lacked for attention."

Carol said, "I only got the ones that couldn’t get to you."

"I saw you with Brad Wilson. He never tried to get near to me."

"Well, Brad’s different. We’ve been friends for a long time. And he just broke up with Michelle Byers a week ago. He just wanted to be with a friendly face."

"I don’t think that it was your face that interested him."

Mom said, "Girls, don’t tease each other. You both look wonderful and I’m sure that the boys were happy to be with the both of you. Crystal, did you dance at all?"

"Yes. I danced once with each of the boys that asked me."

"Wonderful. But didn’t you get any repeat requests?"

"Yes, but my feet are aching from these shoes. I’ve been wearing them since this morning. I can’t wait to get home and take them off."

"We’ll be home in a few minutes, dear."

When we arrived home, Aunt Jessica met us at the door. She couldn’t wait to hear about our evening. We all sat down in the living room so that Carol and I could tell her, and Mom, about the party. Mom helped me to remove my high heels, and massaged my feet for a few minutes, before we started. Aunt Jessica was most interested in my feelings about being treated like a girl. I told them that I had enjoyed all of the attention that I had received. I had never lacked for a dance partner, or someone to converse with, during the entire party.

Aunt Jessica said, "So Crystal, you’re saying that you had a good time?"

I hesitated for a second before saying, "I guess that I am, Aunt Jess."

"And that means that you have enjoyed being a girl tonight?"

"I guess so. But I didn’t enjoyed wearing the heels all day."

"All part of being a girl, honey."

After we had finished relating the events of the evening, we all went up to bed. Carol came into my room to help me with my clothes. When she had helped me to remove my dress and loosen my corset about an inch, I helped her by unzipping her dress. We hugged each other goodnight and she went to her room. I spent the next hour removing the rest of my clothes and jewelry, removing my makeup, putting on my sleepwear, and washing my under-things. When I had finally gotten into bed, I lay awake for some time thinking about the day’s events. I had admitted to my family that I had enjoyed myself in my role as a girl. I wondered what they thought about that revelation. Had I made a mistake in confessing that I had enjoyed being a girl today? I felt very confused because I didn’t even know how I felt myself. It had been wonderful to be the center of attention. Usually I stood on the periphery of the social events, with the other outcasts. I decided to put the thoughts of the party aside and I was asleep in minutes. That night I dreamed about my day, and night, as a girl.

 

(continued in Chapter 3)

 

 

 

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