Learning to be a Woman

by Jennifer White

 

Terry grew up in a poor town, where the schools weren't the best, and the hopes for the future were dim. He was a good student, but what would he do after high school? He couldn't afford college. He wasn't good enough at any sports to get a scholarship. Nobody wanted to help *him*.

So it was looking like he'd follow in the footsteps of his father, who worked in a dirty factory for twenty years, before he died of a heart attack. What kind of future was that for Terry to look forward to?

There were a few good things to his life though. His mom loved him, and was very good to him. And he had a wonderful girlfriend named Darcia. She wasn't the pretties girl in school. But she was just *so* wonderful in every way. He loved her, and she loved him. They hoped to marry one day.

If he could find any kind of future, that is.

 

* * *

 

The summer started, and Terry felt the weight of his life crushing down on him. He would have to start looking for a job soon. Every morning as he walked to Darcia's house, the tall dirty smokestacks in the distance were a reminder of where he would end up.

But all that changed one day unexpectedly. A letter arrived in the mail. From a college. It read:

 

Dear Terri,

Due to your excellent academic achievements and current family income level, you have qualified for a full ride scholarship. We hope you will consider Friedan University. Visit us on our web site listed below, and let is know if you'll be attending.

 

Sincerely,

 

Vicki Strong

Student Recruiting Coordinator

 

"They want you to go there, and get a free ride!" said Darcia, overjoyed at the good news.

"They spelled my name wrong" said Terry, noticing his name in the letter.

"Terri, Terry, whatever. We're talking free tuition to college! You'll get a degree, then you can get a good job, and get us out of this town. Think of it. You can get something high paying, and we'll marry, and move into a nice house out in the city together."

"Like we always dreamed of" said Terry, in full agreement. That was what they both wanted. But they never had a way to make it happen. Until now.

 

They rode their bikes to the public library, and got on the internet. They put in the web address for Friedan U. and watched as the web page came up. Terry gasped, as if in horror. Darcia giggled.

It was a *woman's* college.

 

"They think you're a girl" said Darcia. "That's why they spelled your name 'Terri'!"

Terry didn't answer.

"What's the matter Terri? Don't you think you're pretty enough to hang out with all the coeds on campus?"

"Very funny" said Terry, annoyed. He wanted to just leave, and go home. His dream was crushed. A *women's* college. Ha!

"I'm going home" he said.

"Go ahead, I'll catch up later" said Darcia. "I have one thing to do here. Unless you want to wait for me. *Terri*. Is that short for Theresa?"

"I'm out of here" said Terry, stomping off in anger. Darcia laughed, and brought up the web form she wanted to fill in...

 

* * *

 

"....and so they must think he's a girl!" laughed Darcia, as she explained Terry's situation to his mom as they ate dinner that night.

"So stupid" said Terry. "Get my hopes up like that, then ruin everything."

Darcia and Terry's mom looked at each other.

"Its a real shame" said his mother. "It would be so wonderful if you could go to college. I always dreamed that I'd be able to send you to a good school. But after your father passed away, it was all I could do to keep a roof over our heads."

"I know" said Terry, looking down at the plate of food he had hardly eaten any of. "I don't blame you. You did everything you could. I guess I'm going to bike over to the factory tomorrow, and fill in an application."

 

There were a few moments of silence. Then Darcia spoke up.

"You don't have to do that" she said.

"What else is there for me?" replied Terry.

"You *could* go to school."

"Where? How? I can't afford it!"

"Go to Friedan. Take the scholarship."

"Hey, stupid, they think I'm a girl, remember? What's going to happen when I walk in the first day? They'll laugh at me and throw me out. A guy attending an all women's college? They'll realize their mistake, and send me right back here."

"No they won't" said Darcia.

"And why is that?"

"Because they'll think you're a girl."

"I'm confused here" said Terry's mom.

"Just hear me out" said Darcia. "What if we sent Terry to school, but everyone thought he was a girl named Terri (with an 'I')? He could get his education for free."

"Yeah, just look at me. They'll really think I'm a girl" said Terry.

"Not like you are now. But you're kind of thin and scrawny. Not the muscular type. With a few clothes, a little makeup, a new hairstyle...I bet we could make you pass for a girl."

"No" said Terry.

"You do have that long hair I've always told you to cut" said his mother, as she looked at the ponytail he had insisted on wearing since the start of his senior year. Once he found that his mother didn't like it, he kept it, out of rebelliousness.

"No" said Terry.

"Come on, just give it a try. It won't hurt. Let us dress you up right now, then look in the mirror. If you don't think you can pass for a girl, then we won't talk about this again."

"No!!!" said Terry. "Plus, I didn't save the letter with the pass code to enroll. I left it behind at the library."

"And I filled in the web form for you" said Darcia. "You have accepted their offer. Now all you have to do is show up."

"No, no, no!!!!!!!!" said Terry. "I'm not going to dress up like a girl, and that's final!"

"Terry, think about what you're throwing away" said his mother. "This is the chance you always dreamed of."

"It would make me very happy" said Darcia.

"And me too" added his mom.

"What about me? What do you think it will be like for a guy to have to go around as a girl at school? How am I supposed to do that, huh?"

"Think of the fun you'll have" said Darcia. "You'll get to live in the girl's dorm. You'll study with girls. You'll hang out with girls. You be with girls all day, every day. You'll learn so much about us, that when we get married, I won't even have to train you. You'll know everything already."

Terry didn't argue this time. Being in the girl's dorm at college, as they were all half dressed and getting into a pillow fight was every boy's dream. And getting to know everything about them, that sounded good too.

But he'd have to dress up as a girl. And that was very bad. There was no way he'd pass as a girl anyway. No way.

"Why don't you let us dress you up?" said Darcia again. "Like I said, if you're not passable, we'll just forget it."

"I think you should do it" said his mother. "It would be just like when you were seven, and I found you wearing my gown."

"That doesn't count! I was just a kid!" he protested, upset that she had revealed this family secret to his girlfriend.

"Oh, so you've worn a dress before..." said Darcia teasingly. "So it won't be so hard to do it again this time, will it."

"Okay, you win. I'll dress up, but just this once. You'll see that I can't pass as a chick and you'll leave me alone. Right?"

"Sure" said Darcia, smiling at Terry's mom. This was going to be fun. Both of them were going to enjoy this, even if it didn't work out.

 

* * *

 

"First of all" said Darcia, "we need to get those legs of yours shaved."

"What if they guys see me with shaved legs?"

"Tell them you're trying out for the swim team. All the swimmers shave their body hair. You should shave your chest and armpits too then, so you don't blow your cover story."

So Terry went into the shower, armed with a pink Daisy shaver and a can of shower shaving gel. And he emerged hairless fifteen minutes later.

He had washed his hair with his mom's shampoo, and used her conditioner too. Darcia wrapped his hair up in a towel to dry off, and told him to come into his mom's bedroom, where they had made preparations for him.

First, they gave him white panties to put on. He just stared at them, like they would bite him or something.

"Aw come on, its just clothes! They won't hurt you!" said Darcia.

Reluctantly, Terry put them on, and began his transformation into Terri. Next, they handed him a bra. He fumbled with it, until his mother showed him how to put it on. They made him take it off then put it on a couple more times, to practice it. Only then did Darcia take a pile of old pantyhose, and stuff them into the cups of the bra.

"Do you have to do that?" said Terry, clearly upset.

"If you're going to look like a girl, you need boobs."

"Some girls don't have big breasts" he protested.

"True, but since you are lacking in some feminine traits, we will need to exaggerate others to make up for it. So you're going to have very large boobs in your bra."

Darcia stuffed the bra until the cups were completely full. She had one pair of nylons left, which she handed to Terry.

"On with them!" she said.

His mother showed him how to roll them up and put them on, in order to avoid snags. He felt very weak and powerless all of a sudden. It was a feeling he didn't like.

Now it was time for the skirt they had chosen for him. Not just any skirt, be a flashy colorful one, with multiple colors sure to catch the eye. As Darcia zipped it up in the rear and gave him a pat on the butt, he *felt* like he was a girl. Standing there in a skirt, with stuffed bra, panties, and nylons on his clean shaved legs.

As Darcia put the blouse on him, Terry offered no resistance. She thought it was funny how at first he protested each little feminization, like they would cause physical pain or something. But as they successfully applied each little bit of girliness to him, he protested less.

Now he was completely passive, putty in their hands.

"You look very pretty" said his mother. "Now sit down, so we can put on your makeup."

There was no malice in her voice. No taunting. She was simply stating a fact. She was doing all she could to ensure a bright future for her son. If that meant that he had to be a girl for a while, so be it. It was all for his sake. She had always wanted to have a daughter, but unfortunately, Terry had been an "only child". So in a way, she was living out a lifelong fantasy of teaching her daughter how to be a proper young lady.

She sighed, as she instructed Terry on the makeup she was applying to his face, while Darcia concentrated on his nails. She was painting them a bright pink color, so that would have to be considered when selecting a color scheme for Terry's face.

He was just sitting there now, staring off into space. Darcia decided to try and get *any* reaction from him. He hadn't spoken in quite some time now.

"So Terri" she said, in a teasing voice, "how do you like being a girl? Isn't it wonderful to be pretty and feminine? Don't you just love it that you're like me now?"

Terry just looked up at her, and gave a weak smile.

"She's right" said his mother, who was brushing and styling Terry's long hair, giving it a more feminine appearance. "You're just like her now. You're a girl. It will take some getting used to, but we need to practice it. You need to think of yourself as a girl. We need to think of you as a girl. You look like one now, but you will need to act like a young lady too, when you show up for class.

"Come look in the mirror" said Darcia. "You'll see what we mean."

 

Terry stood up, and went to the full length mirror in the hall. He could not believe what he saw. There in the mirror, where his reflection should be, was what appeared to be a girl! She was pretty. She was lovely!

A second and third glance revealed some details that seemed out of place, and he quickly realized that he wasn't 100% convincing. But good enough that he even fooled himself for a few seconds.

"I can't believe it" he said.

"You really could pass for a girl" said Darcia. "We just need to do some more work on you."

It started to sink in. He really *could* pass as a girl. It *was* possible. And because of that, Darcia and his mom were going forward with their plan. They really wanted him to attend school as a girl! They were going to make him into a girl now. And there was nothing he could do to stop them.

His mom wanted what was best for him, and she thought that was an education. And Darcia was thinking of their future together. A degree from a good university was the best thing he could have. It would get them out of town, away from the factory, and into a better life.

As much as he hated to admit it, this was something he had to do. He was going to become a girl, so he could go to school.

 

Darcia and his mom were talking to each other now, scheming.

"We'll take you to the hair salon, and get you a better style. You'd look cute with bangs."

"And get those eyebrows plucked" said Darcia, writing down the list. "And what do you think about pierced ears?"

"Wonderful idea" said Terry's mom. "And she'll need shoes. And lots of clothes of her own. Perhaps a girdle to help her curves?"

"Yes!" said Darcia, adding girdles to the list. "What about some girly glasses? That might help distract from the boyish features of her face."

"You're right" said Terry's mom, nodding her head. "And jewelry. I'll give her some of mine, but she'll need a few rings, bracelets, and of course pretty ear rings."

Darcia wrote that down too, along with the other little suggestions they came up with. They thought of a few things that Terry would need to pass as a girl, like realistic fake boobs, and perhaps padded panties. It would take almost all the money that the family had saved, plus a dip into the credit card. But this was a special occasion. Terry's only shot at college.

It bothered Terry that they were already saying 'her' and 'she' when they referred to him. It was like they already thought of him as a girl in their minds. That was a scary thought. He wanted to hang on to his manhood, but that was hard to do wearing all the pretty clothes, makeup, perfume and stuff they put on him. And even harder to do when his girlfriend and his own mother were treating him like he really was a girl.

"Lets go shopping" said his mom.

 

* * *

 

Terry was *so* glad that the day's ordeal was over. First, they took him to the hair salon in the mall. There, he got the works. A new hairstyle, blond highlights, and a perm. It took so long, and all the while the stylist tried to gossip with him, like he was a girl. Either he fooled her, or she didn't care that he was really a guy. He didn't like being treated like a girl, but as they day went on, he got more and more of *that*.

While he was sitting there with his hair in the dryer, his mom and Darcia were shopping. They returned with new shoes for him, and they made him put them on right there. They also had a purse, which they told him he had to carry around at all times.

The other thing they did to him was his eyebrows. He had never really thought of them before. Guys are like that for whatever reason. They look, but they don't really *see*. And for Terry, his eyebrows were just part of his face. He never paid them any mind. But now, with a little work from the girl at the salon, they were totally different, and he could not *help* but to notice them. The way they were thin and neatly trimmed. The way they seemed to arch more. The way they got more and more slender as they moved towards the outside of his face.

With his pretty curly hair, and his eyebrows, he looked more and more feminine. Before he had long dark hair, but it was long and straight, lying flat against his head, pulled back into a ponytail. But now, with the blond highlights, the perm and the styling, his hair was full, with curls and a golden shimmer. He stared into the mirror and could not believe it was him that he was seeing. The new eyebrows really changed the look of his face. That and the makeup he was wearing.

"I have the face of a girl" he thought to himself, which made him tingle between his legs, as an overwhelming feeling of vulnerability swept over him. That and a realization that he had lost control of his life. He was not deciding his fate. He was doing what his mom and Darcia wanted. Being controlled by women just added to the inner weakness he felt. It made him feel less and less of a man.

 

Now they headed off to clothing stores. Terry had visited the local college, and had seen all the girls wearing jeans and sweaters. That wouldn't be so bad to wear, he thought.

But Darcia pointed out that being a women's college, Friedan U. had a dress code. He would be in skirts or dresses at all times when on campus. They had him try on dozens and dozens of outfits, until his head was spinning.

"And she'll need casual clothes for the weekends, and parties" said Darcia, holding up a skimpy black tank top with thin little straps.

"Is that for me or you?" said Terry.

"Why *you* of course" responded Darcia. "You need some pretty clothes to wear when you go out with the girls."

They went to the lingerie department, and Terry had to go through the humiliation of buying bras and panties.

"There, now you own your own bras" said his Mother. "I always imagined taking my daughter shopping for her first bra. This is like a dream come true for me."

"Gee, thanks" said Terry, insulted.

His mother responded by coming over to him, and giving him a big hug.

"I'm glad you're my daughter now Terri. I love you."

 

They went out to the stand in the mall, and Terry had his ears pierced. He had to endure buying jewelry, his own makeup, more shoes, and tons of other stuff. He hated it all. He hated being out in public dressed as a girl. What if someone he knew saw him? Of course, they'd never recognize him now. He looked like a girl.

He was very quiet as they drove home.

"I can't wait to get out of this stuff" he said. "The bra straps are digging in, and the panties are riding up. I want to get into my own clothes."

"That's not going to happen" said his mother sternly.

"What?"

"Terri, there's only a few weeks until you need to leave for school. You need to practice being a girl. I'm afraid that your days as a boy are over. From now on, you're a girl. And you're going to need to start thinking of yourself as one, if you're going to be convincing. Remember, you're going to live in a dorm with dozens and dozens of real girls. They need to think that you're one of them."

"Do you want to get caught, and get sent home?" said Darcia. "Do you realize how much that would disappoint me?"

"See?" said his mother. "You *are* a girl now. You *are* a girl. Now tell me."

"What?"

"Tell me what you are."

"Please don't make me say it" he said.

"Come on honey, don't be a shy girl. Its all right. You can tell your mommy what you are."

"I'm a girl" he whispered.

"What?" said Darcia. "I can barely hear you."

"I'm a girl" he said again, somewhat louder.

"All this road noise, I still can't make out what you're saying."

"I'm a girl!" shouted Terry, now upset.

"Yes dear, you are" said his mom. "And you should be proud of it. You'll grow up to be a beautiful woman one day, and you can do anything you want. We women can become anything these days."

"I'm so glad you're a girl now" said Darcia. "I love you."

"I love you too" said Terry, almost on the verge of tears. He felt like his mom and his girlfriend were stabbing him in the back, by doing this to him. They were enjoying this, seeing him squirm. They were trying to really turn him into a girl.

"Now tell me again, and sound like you mean it" said his mom.

"I'm a girl" said Terry.

"Very good sweetie" she responded.

"Yes. Good girl" said Darcia, as the car pulled onto the next street.

 

* * *

 

The next week was very difficult for Terry, as he learned how to be Terri instead. His mom and Darcia were relentless. He was never allowed, even for a moment, to be the guy he really was. They forced him to remain as Terri, a girl, at all times.

He had to wear dresses and skirts all day, every day. Except when he was sleeping in his sexy nightie. He had to wear the fake boobs they bought for him. How would he ever come to accept having those two heavy mounds on his chest like that? They scared him and intimidated him. He loved breasts on girls, and wanted to touch them, feel them, caress them, even suck on them. Especially Darcia's.

But now, when he looked down, he had them on his chest too. Even bigger than Darcia's. After wearing them for just a week, he was getting *used* to them a bit, which scared him. He would look down, and expect them to be there now. But the worst part was that when he looked at Darcia now, her boobs didn't turn him on like they did before.

He was more like her now, and it is the differences between women and men that attract them to each other. As he became more and more like her, would he lose his attraction to her? It chilled him to the bone to think of that, but he did not dare admit it, even to her.

 

All day long, they told him what to do. How to sit. How to stand.

"You need to work on your posture" they would say.

"Keep your knees together!"

"Cross your legs like a girl does!"

"Use the soft voice we've been working on! Don't talk like a boy!"

"You forgot to put on your mascara this morning!"

"You can't leave the house without your purse!"

"Don't look at my boobs, look into my eyes when you talk!"

On and on it went.

 

They wanted him to be prepared for living with women, so they spent a long time explaining about women's monthly cycles.

"You need to act like you're PMSing too" said Darcia.

"How will I know when to do that?"

"When a group of women live together, after a while their periods all sync up. Just make a friend, then when she complains about feeling bloated, or she seems cranky, you act the same way. Tell them you're 'spotting', and they'll all understand."

"But you can't get all grossed out like guys do when the girls talk about their periods. Remember, *you* have one too. You need to join in, and complain about how you feel all bloated and crampy."

"Do I have to?" said Terry.

"Yes. If they think you have a period, then they'll think you're a girl. If they find out that you're a guy...you'll be kick out of school. It is critical that you make them all believe you're a girl."

"Okay..." he said, revealing his lack of enthusiasm in his voice, as they told him all about tampons, pads, cramps, and other details he preferred not to know. He never realized how tough women had it, going through their cycles every month. Darcia told him that some girls called it "the curse". It gave him a new insight on her behavior, why she would stop being so sweet and so kind sometimes, and turn on him so quickly. He vowed to be more understanding in the future when she was having her period.

 

* * *

 

It was the big day. Terry's mom helped pack the car, then got in to drive. Terry and Darcia sat in back.

"Your hair looks pretty today" she said to Terry. "Did you remember to use the mirror to make sure it looks okay in the back?"

"Of course. How could I forget? And you've taught me so much about how to style it, how to take care of it. I'm not going to forget. Don't worry about me."

Darcia smiled and squeezed Terry's hand. She had been so happy the past two weeks, as they had worked on Terry, teaching him how to be a girl. It had been so fun! Not that she enjoyed watching him squirm. But it *was* exciting to see the light in his eyes as he began to understand her better. He'd never criticize her again for taking a long time to get ready to go out. And he'd never complain again about her buying makeup or jewelry. He understood her now, in a way most boyfriends never could. He had a lot of insights that only girl's have.

Terry's mom had been in her glory too. This was her one and only chance to live out her dreams of passing down her knowledge and wisdom to a daughter. She almost wished that Terry really *had* been a girl. She had enjoyed the past two weeks more than any time since he had been an infant. She did feel guilty for thinking like she did about turning him into a girl, but knowing that it would secure his future, it made it all worthwhile.

She had to admit that she like Terri the girl much more than Terry the boy. Terri was good, obedient, helpful, and nice. Terry was withdrawn, rebellious, stubborn, and uncooperative. It took several arguments to get Terry to do a chore. But Terri would do the dishes or vacuum if she just asked nicely. Terry's room was a mess. Terri's was neat. Inside, she felt a deepening love for her *daughter*. This was what she had hoped for long ago when she had a baby. A girl that would grow up into a lovely young woman.

 

When the arrived at the lovely campus of Friedan University, they all got out of the car and walked around the campus. There were quaint school buildings covered with ivy. The lawns were perfect and green. Flowers and decorative shrubs nicely laid out in the sunny areas. Lovely college girls wearing skirts and dresses walked around the campus, adding to the beauty. There was a fountain in the middle, with statues of great women in history, and quotes from them.

"Lets throw in coins, and make wishes" said Darcia, digging through her purse to find pennies.

"I wish it was four years from now, so this could all be over" thought Terry, as he tossed the penny into the water, where it sank to the bottom with the other coins.

"I wish we were married" thought Darcia, as she looked at her boyfriend, now indistinguishable from the women on campus.

"I wish Terri *had* been born a girl" thought his mother. She immediately felt guilty, so she added: "...and I wish her good luck at school."

 

 

Terry carried the last load up to his room on the second floor of Steinem Hall, where he would reside for the year. A plaque at the entrance had a picture of Gloria Steinem, and listed her life's accomplishments. In fact, all the buildings on campus were named for famous women, most of them feminists. This would be Terry's new home. The first two years, students were required to live on campus. Then they could move into an apartment if they preferred. But 'Terri' was on a full scholarship, so 'she' would be with the girls in the dorms for all four years.

It was exciting, yet scary. For all college freshmen there was a sense of entering the unknown, leaving home for the first time, living with strangers, starting a new phase of their lives. On top of that though, Terry also had the added unknowns of being a different gender than he had grown up with.

"I'm a girl. I'm a girl" he whispered to himself. He was terrified that the *real* girls would pick him out right away, and turn him in. He couldn't let down his mother and Darcia. He *had* to try his best to fool everyone.

"I'm a girl. I'm a girl."

 

Now came the scariest part: being poor and on a scholarship, Terry could not afford a private room. He was going to have to share a room with a girl. Darcia had put a cot into his room, and had lived with him for the past two weeks to prepare him. But when there was a knock on the door as his new roommate arrived, Terry's heart raced, and he felt short of breath. Here was the one person he most needed to fool. The one person he could not afford to let in on his secret. And the one person he would spend the most time with.

"Hi, I'm Kate" said the perky girl with the short blond hair who walked into the room carrying a laundry basket full of clothes. She was accompanied by her brother, who was carrying a mini-fridge, and her parents, each of whom carried boxes and bags.

They went out for the next load of stuff after they introduced themselves. Terry could feel the sweat on his forehead. She hadn't noticed yet. So far, so good.

 

When Kate had all her stuff in the room, her brother said good-bye. And it was also time for Darcia and Terry's mom to leave. He didn't want them to go. He needed them to help him! What was he going to do?

He gave them both big hugs. He wanted to kiss Darcia good-bye, but in front of Kate, he couldn't do that. He had to hug her like they were just friends. Girlfriends.

His face was sad as they left him alone. He took a deep breath.

"I'm a girl. I'm a girl" he thought to himself.

 

"You could tell how proud your mom is of you" said Kate. "And your friend Darcia seemed proud too."

"We come from a poor family in a poor town. I don't know too many people who have gone to college. I guess I'm representing the town for them."

"That must be hard. I'm lucky. My parents were able to afford all three of us to college. I'm the baby of the family. By the way, I didn't see your dad."

"Well..." said Terry, about to tell a well-rehearsed story, "...there is some history here. My folks were divorced, and I grew up with my father. So I get teased sometimes for acting like a boy. That's just how I was raised. I was a tomboy, and I was never into girly things. But now I'm with my mom, and she makes fun of me, telling me that she has to teach me how to be a girl. I didn't even know how to put on makeup when I moved back in with her. That's kind of screwed up, isn't it?"

"No, not at all" said Kate understandingly. "I tell you what. I'm all girl, through and through. I grew up with two sisters. If you need any help with anything, just ask me. I'll be glad to help you out. My sisters got to train me, but I only had my dollies. So it would be fun to teach you, if you need help with anything."

"Oh Kate, that's so kind of you" said Terry, amazed that she bought it. Now he would have a resource to help him, as he struggled to adapt to his new environment. And he had a plausible excuse if he didn't know something that should be obvious for a girl.

He and Kate spent the next hour just talking. It was kind of fun to talk to a girl, without having the normal tension of her being leery of him, because he was a boy. Since Kate accepted him as a girl, that barrier didn't exist between them. And in no time, they were becoming fast friends.

Terry had been having doubts about everything, but maybe it *would* all work...

 

* * *

 

Terry looked at the card with the final schedule of classes. Being a freshman, there were certain required classes. Feminism 101, "Women in History", "Parenting and Child Development" and one called "Subjugation by Fashion". The description for the last class said it would discuss how women were "kept down" by society over the years, and how the clothes they wore were used for that purpose.

All in all, it didn't look very promising. There wasn't one class he looked forward to. But all the other girls grumbled and complained too, so at least he wasn't alone. And he was with Kate for three of the classes. She had a required Feminist Philosophy class when he was in his Child Development class. But other than that, the same schedule. That meant they could study together, which he thought would be cool.

He walked over to Kempton Hall, to attend his first class, which was the "Subjugation by Fashion." What a way to start his college career! He sat down next to Kate in the middle of the classroom.

The seats filled up, until all 35 students were in attendance. Everyone chatted loudly. Terry looked around the room at the girls. Some were beautiful, some were ugly. Some wore long hair, some (like Kate) short. Some were thin, some were heavy. But they all were girls, they all wore skirts, and they all intimidated him. He had to make them all think he was a girl, and he didn't know if he could do it.

However, once classes started, he was too busy with his studies to be able to worry about that. If on a scale of 1 to 10, high school classes took effort level 5 to get an A, in college, it would talk a 9 for him to earn a B! College level classes were that much harder. So he applied himself to his studies.

 

After a few weeks, Terry felt that he was drowning. Drowning in femininity that is. The intense few weeks that his mother and Darcia spent with him were just dipping his toe in the water. Now, he was up to his head in it. Every moment of every day, he was dressed as a girl. He acted like a girl. He spoke like a girl. All his teachers were women. All the students were female. His roommate was a girl. His classes were about women's issues.

There were constant adjustments that he had to make to his life. Like for example, he was growing his fingernails longer, so they'd look more feminine. But it was different holding a pen, when your nails are long! Or typing on the computer in the school library was difficult. His nails kept hitting the wrong keys. That took some getting used to. Not to mention that a couple of times he snagged his nail on something, almost pulling it off the nail bed. Now *that* hurt!

Being a girl meant that he had to shave not only his face, but his chest, his armpits, and his legs. Very soon, it became tedious. When he was a guy, and wore his hair straight and pulled back, it was easy to care for. But now that it was important for him to have volume, and for his hair to look pretty, it took a lot more work. Not to mention always putting on makeup, and taking it off at night. He estimated that he spent at least an hour every day on making himself look pretty.

Terry realized jus deep he was getting in one night when he woke up at 3:32am. He had just been dreaming in his sleep, and in his dream he *was* a girl. He had long hair in his dreams now, just as he did in real life. He had often dreamt about putting on makeup or wearing a dress...and had nightmares about being caught.

But this was different. In this dream, he *was* a girl. A real girl. And it scared him to the bone. It was hard for him to get any more sleep the rest of the night...

 

 

Terry's classes were different than he expected. At first, he found them boring and tedious. But now, he was getting interested in the subjects. For example in the history class, he had read about the founding father John Adams, but he had never realized all that Abigail Adams had done to help and support her husband. Without her help and emotional support, he never would have been the great man he was. Or Susan B. Anthony, and all she did for equality. Women couldn't even vote at one time! He never realized that.

Or in the feminism class, he learned so much. He had never stopped to think how in the older days, women were 'kept down' by society. He took it for granted that a woman could go to school and become something other than a teacher or a nurse. It was the hard work of his foremothers who enabled all the girls at Friedan University to be able to study in their chosen fields, and go on to great careers.

He thought the best quote he read in the book was from Cheris Kramerae, who said "Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings". That summed it up better than the rest of the book combined.

But the most enlightening class was the Subjugation by Fashion class. In that one, the teacher told them about women's clothes from different bygone eras, and how those clothes kept women from being equal with men. If you wore a hoop skirt for example, it would be next to impossible to ride a bike, do a chore....or pretty much anything!

As part of the class, students were put into groups of two, so Terry naturally paired up with Kate. Then they were taken to a storage room in the basement, where a wardrobe of period clothes were kept. Their assignment: to dress in period clothes for a week, and write a paper about their experiences. The older girls on campus would smile when they saw the freshmen going around in bonnets, hoop skirts, and bloomers. It was an experience that all girls on campus went through their first year.

Kate's randomly drawn selection was to wear Victorian era clothes. They gave her a huge pile of things to carry back to the dorm. Meanwhile, Terry's random pick was to wear a dress with a corset. He carried it back to the room, and helped Kate who had a lot more to carry.

Once the arrived in the room, they had to dress up. First, they did Kate. It turned out that in Victorian times, there were a *lot* of different layers of underthings that were worn. As they put one on after the next, they both shook their heads. How did women put up with having to do all that work back then? It was amazing.

When she was done, Kate looked lovely in her outfit. But she realized that having to wear it every day would soon become a tedious task. It was heavy, it was hot, and she felt funny wearing it.

But not as funny as Terry felt when Kate helped lace up the corset tightly around his body. With each pull of the laces, he felt himself more and more constricted, until it was like he could barely breathe.

The corset supported your breasts from below, so Terry had to take off the bra. That meant that Kate got a good look at his flat chest....and the fake boobs he wore. He wondered if she had noticed before. She must have. They had been living in the same room for a month. But she hadn't said anything.

He caught her staring at his obviously fake boobs, so he decided that he had to pull out the excuse that Darcia and he had crafted, as their 'just in case' story.

"I had a rare disease" he told her, "kind of like a cancer. It runs in the family. They had to take out my boobs when I was in high school, so I wear these, because it makes me feel better than going around flat chested."

"I can tell how important they are to you. You even sleep in them! I don't know if I could accept not having my breasts. That would be hard to take. Have you ever considered reconstructive surgery?"

"You mean get a boob job?"

"Yes."

"Well, it would be nice, but you know how poor my family is. And insurance won't pay for it of course. So I wear my breast forms."

"Aw..." said Kate, who came over to give Terry a hug. He thought she was going to cry. He was so relieved that she bought into the story. Now he wouldn't have to worry anymore that she saw he had fake boobs.

But now Kate tightened laces in the last two holes in the corset, and Terry felt like he was going to puke. He had to take small breaths. There was no room for his chest to expand out. There was no way a woman could run if she wore this (let alone a guy like him!). Or do *anything* athletic. He felt so constricted and restrained.

It was funny: when they put the bra on him for the first time, feeling the straps over his shoulders and the band around his chest and back felt very constricting and intimidating. But compared to this, it was nothing! After just thirty seconds in the corset, Terry was giving thanks that he was not born in an era where women commonly wore them.

Kate helped him get into the rest of his outfit, and the looked in the mirror together, to see themselves all dressed up.

"Oh my god" said Terry, seeing his reflection.

"Look at you!" said Kate. "Look at those curves!"

"I can see why some women might have liked this" he admitted. "But I can barely take a breath! This thing is awful. I don't know if I can wear this all day. No wonder women used to 'swoon'."

"You see a hot guy, you get all excited, and plop! Down you go."

"Maybe that's where they got the phrase 'falling in love'?"

They both laughed.

"You know though" said Kate, "I just realized something. I like how these Victorian clothes look on me and all, but what if I was with a guy? It would take an hour to get out of them, and an hour to put them all back on."

"Husbands must have liked that. A chastity belt in disguise" said Terry.

"I think we found the theme for our papers" said Kate. "They used these clothes not just to keep women down, but to keep them pure and chaste."

"Too bad Paris Hilton wasn't born in the Victorian era" joked Terry.

"Yeah. She wouldn't be an embarrassment to women everywhere, if she was born back then!"

They laughed again, then set off for their next class...

 

* * *

 

Kate and Terry both got A+ on their papers. The teacher complimented them on their insights after they read their papers aloud to the class.

"As you've been learning in your feminism class, a woman's reproductive life is something that men have used against us since time began. There were no chastity belts for men! Men didn't have to stay at home after the family was started. They have used it against us as justification for subjugation. Terri and Kate have pointed out that even the clothes our foremothers wore were just one more way that men tried to keep us 'in our place'. Congratulations to you two."

Every girl in the classroom stood up and clapped. Terry blushed, as did Kate. They would be able to go back to their room now, and changed into normal clothes. What a relief that would be!

But something was bothering Terry inside, something that would develop into a whole movement at the school...

 

* * *

 

"So you see" said Terry to Wanda Lyons, the Dean of Students, "we think it is greatly unfair. I have a signed petition here from three hundred students. You teach us about how unfair it has been through history to force a woman to dress a certain way. Yet, you don't allow us to wear pants. For a school founded on a feminist philosophy, I find it contradictory for you to enforce an antiquated dress code. Why can't we wear pants?"

"Because that would ruin the decorum at the school. Pants have never been allowed here. What's next? Shorts? No Terri. I'm afraid that your proposal is just not acceptable, and I cannot take it to the board."

"Please reconsider!" said Terry. "All the students here are behind me. We want the right to wear what we want. This is our school too."

"I'm sorry. It is a tradition, and some traditions just do not change. The time for your appointment is over now. I'm afraid you'll have to go."

Terry was steaming. How could a school teach about feminism, then force the students to wear dresses and skirts? It was absurd.

But it wasn't just Terry's inner feminist getting upset. He longed to be able to wear pants again, like when he had been a guy. He was getting used to being in a skirt, but every day? It was wearing thin on him. He wanted to reconnect with *some* part of his male past. It felt as if his maleness was slipping away every day, further and further out of reach.

Even when he had gone home for one weekend, his mother and Darcia refused to let him be Terry. The said he had to stay as Terri, so that he wouldn't slip into his former bad habits. So even at home, he was still a girl.

 

Terry got more signatures, wrote letters to the school paper, and sent letters to the board. But it was no use. They would not budge. So he decided to organize a protest.

On a Monday morning, when classes should have been starting, a vast majority of the students at the school marched down the middle of campus, waving signs, shouting, chanting, and singing. Many of the teachers joined in. It reminded them of the sixties, when they too had marched in protests.

The group marched to the administration building, where they chanted and yelled until Dean Lyons herself and the other top administrators come out. They were surprised at the size of the crowd. And teachers were marching too! They looked at each other, and realized they had a problem on their hands.

They also realized that with this much popular support, there was really no choice. They would have to give in. Wanda Lyons took the megaphone from the campus policewoman who was there to make sure the crowd didn't get unruly.

"Students of Friedan University! I have an announcement to make. You win. From this day forward, the dress code is abolished. You may wear whatever you like to class."

The crowd erupted in loud cheers. Everyone wanted to congratulate and hug Terry. He was the most popular girl on campus.

 

* * *

 

Terry's victory was short-lived however, when he went shopping with Kate, and bough himself a pair of khaki pants. First of all, the way women's pants were cut, they didn't fit his body the greatest. He would need a girdle to help shape himself. And he would need to wear the padded panties that Darcia bought him, so he looked okay in the pants.

But the worst part was in the front. It hadn't been noticeable with a loose skirt, but in women's pants, there was almost no room in the crotch. That meant that they fit tightly across his front. And *that* meant that you could see 'him'. That little bulge gave away the fact that Terry was a guy.

He turned pale. He couldn't wear the pants, or he would give away his secret. But if he showed up in a skirt at class, everyone would wonder why the crusader for pants wasn't wearing them.

Terry went back to the school, and got on one of the computers in the library. He had to find a way around the problem. He searched online, and almost by accident, he found his solution. A 'gaff'. It was a fake vagina that a man could wear. He would tuck his manhood into it, then tie it on. Then even to an onlooker, it would seem like he was female (although you could of course tell from close up).

He ordered one, using the debit card that his mother had given him when he had returned home. He chose the rush delivery option, so it would arrive on Saturday. Then he'd be able to wear pants to class on Monday.

 

When the gaff did arrive, Terry eagerly put it on. It did work, making it look like he had a pussy down there, instead of male parts. But it wasn't exactly comfortable to wear. But he had to do it. There was no way around it.

So on Monday, Terry showed up for class wearing Capri pants, that exposed his lower legs. The girdle and the padded panties made it look like he had curves. The gaff hid his male bulge. And everyone clapped because their hero had arrived, wearing pants.

Terry was surprised to see that all the girls in his class were wearing long skirts. Why hadn't they worn pants too? One of the girls approached him, and the reason was revealed at last.

"We wanted *you* to be the first girl on campus to wear pants, because you did all the hard work."

They all applauded.

"Okay girls!" cried out one of them. They undid their long skirts, and took them off. Underneath, most of the girls were wearing pants. Some had on jeans. Two had on shorts. Several wore miniskirts. Terry had opened up the campus for the students to wear whatever they wanted. Then they were all thankful.

Walking from class to class, everyone wanted to talk to Terry, to thank 'her' for what 'she' had done. They waited until dinner in the cafeteria at the dorm to give her the biggest thanks of all.

Kate sat down next to Terry, which was pretty much the normal rule. But she held in her hand an envelope.

"The girls all got together, and wanted to do something for you, after what you did for all of us. They asked what you wanted, more than anything in the world. I collected the money, and got you this gift certificate. Don't worry, I didn't tell them your secret. They just know you're getting a gift."

Terry was worried now. What did she mean? His hand was shaking as he opened the envelope.

Inside was a thank you card, and along with that, a gift certificate. It was for Orchardview Medical Services Center. The inscription read:

 

Dear Terri,

We cannot thank you enough for all that you have done. We all

love you as a sister. Please take this as a small token or our esteem.

Think of us whenever you see *them*.

 

The women of Friedan University.

 

It was a gift certificate for plastic surgery. For a boob job. The girls of the school had donated money, and Kate had purchased a boob job for Terry.

 

Terry got dizzy, like when he had been wearing the corset. It was hard to breathe for a moment. This was terrible! What could he do? If he refused, he'd be found out. He *had* to accept this gift, and pretend to be excited about it. But if he did that, he'd end up with real boobs on his chest. No!

"Thank you, I feel overwhelmed" he said quietly. The crowd stood and applauded. Many of the women in his dorm came over to thank him personally too.

"Thanks to you, I get to wear this" said one girl, pointing to her hot miniskirt.

"And I get to wear my jeans" said another. "Come over some time, and I'll give you a makeover."

"Let me do your nails" said another one.

"Lets go get tattoos together" said a third. "My treat."

They all wanted to do or give Terry something. He was overwhelmed with the outpouring of love and emotion. So overwhelmed, that he actually started to cry tears of joy, for the first time in his life. They were all so kind! They were all so nice to him! For the first time since arriving on campus months ago, Terry finally felt like he was one of *them*. He belonged here, among the girls.

 

* * *

 

Terry was shaking as Kate drove him to Orchardview, for his surgery. He was going in today, and when he returned home tomorrow, he'd have boobs. What was he going to tell his mom and Darcia? He decided that after he graduated, he could have them removed.

It *would* be easier with real boobs. He could wear cuter clothes. More revealing outfits and such. It wouldn't be too bad, he told himself.

"I'm a girl. I'm a girl" he thought, repeating his mantra, trying not to be scared.

The doctor smiled when she saw him. He would be beautiful when she was done...

 

* * *

 

Terry woke up, smelling the antiseptic, plastic and chemical odors of the recovery room. Along with the scent of fresh cut flowers, that Kate had put in a vase near the bed. It took a few minutes to come to his senses enough to open his eyes and take a look.

His chest was swollen under the sheet, but he was used to seeing that by now. But this was different. He wasn't wearing a bra, and he didn't have it stuffed with breast forms. It was his own chest he was seeing now. He pulled back the sheet, to see what *they* looked like. He was somewhat disappointed to see that he was covered with bandages, and it would be a little while before he could see his new boobs.

He felt sore in his chest, and he actually ached all over. He looked up to see the doctor walking into the room. She smiled, and asked how he was doing.

"Fine. I'm a little sore" he replied.

"That's normal. You'll feel better in a day or so."

Terry nodded, as she handed him some pain pills, and a glass of water.

"I think you are very brave" said the doctor.

"Not really" said Terry. "Lots of women get boob jobs."

"But not lots of men" said the doctor.

She *knew*. Terry's face turned red. How had he thought that a doctor wouldn't notice he was really a guy?

"I just mention it, because I wanted to see what other help I could bring you. Your friend Kate explained to me that you don't have much money, but after hearing about what you did for the school, I'd be glad to help you with your transition to womanhood."

Transition to womanhood? The doctor thought that Terry wanted to become a real woman! She thought he wanted a sex change operation!

"I couldn't tell the school about you, because that would violate my oath of patient confidentiality. I would only be able to tell them if you were committing a crime. A fraud or something. Like if you were a guy who was acting as a girl to get a free scholarship. But if you're really a girl inside, then I don't see any problem. You *are* a girl inside aren't you?"

"Yes" he said. "I am a girl inside. I'm not committing fraud by going to a women's college. I'm going there because I'm a girl."

"And you want to alter your body, so that you're just like all the other girls, right?"

"Yes! You understand!" lied Terry.

She was making him play this game, and he didn't like it one bit.

"Just to be sure, so there is no misunderstanding" said the doctor, "I need you to sign something for me. A consent form."

"Consent for what?" asked Terry.

"This form says that you are consenting to enter the gender reassignment program, that your goal is to become a real woman, and that you want me to alter your body to match your self image. Sign here please."

This was it. Sign the form, or be turned in as a fraud. He'd be arrested, and thrown in jail. With boobs. He couldn't let that happen. With a trembling hand, he signed the form, and was now entered into the gender reassignment program.

"Take these" said the doctor, handing him two white pills. He gulped them down with the glass of water.

"Those are estrogen pills, the female sex hormone. I am writing you a prescription for them and several other pills you will take every day to alter your hormonal balance, and bring it to that of a normal healthy woman. I am also putting you on birth control pills. And I'm giving you a tube of cream, which you need to rub into your new boobs every day. It contains high concentrations of female hormones, and will help your breasts to naturally grow. You're a C cup now, but with the female hormones, I think you'll add on another cup size when you're fully developed."

Terry was on the verge of passing out. He was on female hormones now. He imagined that the pills he had just swallowed were dissolving in his stomach, and the hormones were filling his bloodstream already, bringing their chemical messages to the cells of his body, unlocking their *female* functions.

"You're going to be a real girl soon" said the doctor.

"Thank you doc" said Terry, having to play along.

"You're welcome young lady" she replied. "Now lets look at what facial surgeries you're going to require...."

 

* * *

 

Terry waited inside the dorm hall for Darcia to show up. Finals were done, and it was time to go home for Christmas. He wrote her often, and they spoke on the phone at least once a week. But he hadn't been able to admit to her that he had real boobs now. Or that he was now considered a pre-op transsexual. He was on his way to becoming a woman. Or that he was *glad* about that fact now.

Darcia pulled up, and Terry ran out to hug her. He had worn a long skirt, and a black turtleneck that day, so she couldn't see he had real boobs. He threw his luggage into the trunk, and they started off down the road, heading home.

Darcia was working in the hair salon, cutting hair and doing makeovers. She earned a decent wage, but wasn't getting rich. She went on and on about all that she would do with Terry, once he graduated from college and got a high paying job. He was somewhat quiet, not sure what to tell her, and how.

He got home, and greeted his mother. She had cooked dinner, and they all sat down to eat.

"What's wrong Terri?" teased Darcia. "Usually by now, you're whining to us that you want to dress up like a boy. What the matter? Are you getting used to being in a skirt now? Is that how you like to dress?"

"I started the movement on campus to change the dress code, remember? We can all wear pants now if we want" he said.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just teasing you. Do you want to go put on pants?"

"I'm okay" said Terry, who continued to pick at his food. His mother and Darcia sensed that something was really bothering him.

"You're not falling in love with your roomie, or some other girl at school, are you?" said Darcia defensively.

"No" said Terry.

"You're not mad at me for teasing you, are you?" she asked.

"No, its not that either."

"Well what is it then? If you've learned anything from being a girl for a semester at school, you should know by now that you need to talk."

"I'll be right back" said Terry, who left for the bedroom.

"Wait!" said Darcia.

"No. I'll be right back."

 

A few minutes later, Terry walked into the room as Darcia and his mother talked to each other, speculating on what was wrong with Terry.

"Maybe we should let him dress up as a boy" said Darcia.

"I don't know. She'll revert to old *male* habits" said his mother. "We don't want to jeopardize her future, by letting her be a boy."

"You don't need to worry about that" said Terry, as he walked in the room.

 

The two women at the table sat in stunned silence as Terry walked back to his chair and sat down.

"Terry!" said Darcia.

"Son?" said his mother.

"What's the matter? Never seen boobs before? Pass the salt, would you please?" said Terry.

He was dressed in a skimpily white cami top, with lacy trim in the middle, over his impressive cleavage. He was wearing his gaff, and a little multicolor miniskirt. He looked just like a girl. They could see his breasts were *real*.

"You've got boobs...." said Darcia.

"Yes. A thank you present from the girls, for all I did at school."

They noticed how his skin was smoother. His look was changing. It was more than just the new breasts. He looked different somehow.

"Why did you let them do that to you?" said his mother. It had been fun pretending Terry was her daughter, but this was another matter.

"I had to. Or I'd be found out, and sent home."

"But Terry, you look like....."

"Like I'm becoming a girl? Yes, that's because I am. Its the effects of the hormones you see."

"Hormones? Terry, what are you doing to yourself!!?"

"Oh, I kind of had to. The doctor who did my boob job was going to turn me in to the police for committing fraud, being a boy sneaking into a girl's college. But if I signed up to transition into womanhood, then she was okay with it. So now I'm on my way. In a year or so, I'll have a vagina of my own, and I'll be just like you!"

"Terry, no. Its not worth it. You'll stop going to school."

"Oh no. A woman like me needs a good education. I'm going back, and I am going to graduate. You'll be very proud of your daughter."

"Terry, stop talking like that!" said his mother.

"Terry, I love you" said Darcia.

"I love you too" replied Terry. "But you know what Darcia? Between living with all girls for half a year, and being on female hormones, I don't even get aroused anymore. I think that on the inside, I *am* becoming a woman. Nothing against you, but I think you need to go out and find yourself a real man. Because I'm not a man anymore."

"Yes you are" she said, in tears. How could it all have spiraled this far out of control?"

"No Darcia. I'm a girl. I AM A GIRL!" shouted Terry.

"Please, stop" said his mother, but it was no use.

"I'm sorry mom, but there is nothing to stop. I'm a girl now. Its just a matter of time before my body is brought into alignment with my inner self image. When I dream, I'm a real girl. I dreamed that I gave birth the other day! Can you believe that? I'm starting to think of myself as a girl now, and you can't change that."

"We'll go to Dr. Lang, and get those breasts removed" said his mother.

"Oh no you don't. I *love* my boobs. I'd feel so unfeminine without them. I'm using breast cream, so I can add another cup size. I want to be a D cup one day. I want my boobs to be full and firm. I'm going to be a woman, and I *need* them."

Terry stomped out, went to the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and laid down to cry.

 

 

An hour later, when Terry emerged from his room, Darcia and his mother were sitting on the couch.

"So you think you're a girl now?" said his mother.

"Yes, I am" said Terry, proudly.

"We'll see about that."

She looked at Darcia smugly. They'd scare him out this. They had two weeks to do it.

 

* * *

 

At first Darcia and Terry's mom tried what had worked before. But Terry wasn't intimidated about female topics like periods, pads vs. tampons, or any of that. He had lived with girls for so long, that your period was a regular enough topic of conversation.

So the next thing they decided to do was to play on a fear he had, back when it all started at first. Terry had been terrified of being seen by someone he knew. Darcia called Mike, a guy that Terry used to hang out with. She met him at the park, but didn't tell him the real purpose of their meeting. She rang Terry from her new cell phone.

"Hey, get down here to the park. Its a beautiful day, the sun is out, the birds are singing, and you shouldn't be stuck indoors. Get your butt down here!"

"Give me five minutes" said Terry. "I need to get my makeup on and fix my hair."

Darcia shook her head. He really *was* acting just like a girl. She kept Mike occupied by talking to him. Every so often, she glanced up in the direction of Terry's house, to see if he would show up. When she finally caught a glimpse of him walking down the street in his skirt, with his long hair blowing in the breeze, she waved to him.

Terry saw Darcia, and saw that she was talking to a boy. As Terry neared the two of them, he was able to clearly see that it was his old friend Mike that she was with. Darcia waited for him to turn around and run him, afraid and ashamed. But to her surprise, he kept approaching.

"Hi Mike" said Terry.

"Hi yourself. Do I know you?" said Mike, looking at the massive cleavage that Terry's skimpy top revealed. His eyes traveled down past the little skirt to the long smooth legs, the cute open toed shoes revealing the fresh paint job on Terry's toenails.

"Don't you recognize me Mike?" said Terry.

"I don't think I'd forget a chick like you" he replied, wondering how he could have forgotten a total babe like this. Perhaps she was some ugly girl at school who had blossomed while she was at college.

Terry smiled. He could see the confusion on Mike's face.

"I'm Terri" he said, extending his hand. Mike could not believe it. He looked at Terry's face again, and realized that this was no girl. This was his old friend! He was shaking hands with Terry! Terry's fingernails were long and painted bright pink. His grip was limp and weak, just like a girl.

"My god! What have they done to you! You look like a girl" said Mike, in utter shock at seeing his feminized friend.

"I *am* a girl now" said Terry. *Proudly*.

"That's sick!" said Mike, taking a step back. Whatever happened to Terry, he sure didn't want it to happen to him!

"What's wrong Mike?" said Terry.

"Get away from me!" replied Mike, who started walking away.

"What's with him?" asked Terry, turning to Darcia.

"I don't know" she said. "He kind of freaked out when he saw you."

"Weird" said Terry, shaking his head. He took his compact mirror out of his purse, and checked his lipstick, while Darcia looked on. He had just met an old male friend, and didn't even flinch. Not in the least. This plan had failed.

 

* * *

The next day, Darcia was busy, so Terry was alone with his mother, who was going crazy over the situation. Everything they had tried so far had failed. There was still time, and Darcia was working on some new plans. But she was beginning to wonder if *anything* would work.

It pained her to see Terry so far gone. He really seemed to think that he was a girl now. She wondered just how real it was, or if he was just acting, trying to get some kind of sick revenge on them, for having started him down this path. She was wracked with guilt. This was all her fault.

But after breakfast, when she talked with Terry, something happened to change her mind about the entire situation.

"Mom?" said Terry.

"Yes?" she replied. "What is it?"

"I have a question for you. What was it like? To be a mother? How did you *feel*? I know that after they operate on me, my body will look right, but I'll never be able to have children myself. I'll always miss out on that. But tell me what it was like for you."

Terry's mom sat in silence for a moment, considering the question. She took a sip of her hot coffee, and took a deep breath.

"I would have to say that it was at once the most terrifying and exciting experience I've ever had. When you find out that you're pregnant, you get really scared at first. How can *I* have a baby? I don't know everything my mom knows! How am I going to do this?"

Terry nodded, listening intently.

"Then you get upset thinking what will happen to your body, as the baby grows inside you. But you also feel thrilled. You're going to have a baby! It took me about a month to get over my jitters. I had lots of female friends for support, and of course my mom was there to help too."

She took another sip of her coffee, and poured the rest of the pot into Terry's cup.

"Part of the pregnancy was easy and fun. My skin glowed. After the first trimester, I felt wonderful, almost giddy. But as I got big, I had pains in my back, I felt fat, bloated, ugly, and I couldn't wait for it to be over. But then I'd feel you kick inside, and all my problems would melt away. I already loved you, even before you were born."

Terry smiled sweetly, and rested his chin on his hands, with his elbows on the table to support it.

"Labor was difficult. It took a long time, and it was very painful. I thought I was going to die. But when you finally came out, and the doctor handed you over to me to hold for the first time, I realized that it was all worth it. All of the trouble, all of the inconvenience, all the pain, everything. It was like a miracle. I made a baby! He was so tiny and sweet, and I loved him more than anything in the world."

"Aw.." said Terry.

"I loved your father of course, but I loved you even more than I loved myself. I would do anything to protect my baby. I loved him so much! And I still do."

Terry was crying from hearing her story. He went over to her and hugged her.

"I love you mom" he said. "More than anything in the world. I wish I had been born a girl, so that I could have been raised as your daughter, and we could have had a closer bond."

She hugged him back, feeling his large breasts pressing up against her. For the first time, she felt that she was hugging her *daughter*, Terri.

 

* * *

 

"I have this great plan" said Darcia. "It will scare him back for sure."

"No" said Terry's mom.

"No what?"

"No Darcia. No more plans. Its over. We just have to accept it, that Terri is a girl."

"How can you say that? This is *my* boyfriend we're talking about here."

"And my daughter. I'm her mother, remember?"

"Daughter? Her? What did he do to you? You were helping me, remember?"

"It's over Darcia. Terri is a girl now. You just have to accept that, and move on."

"How am I supposed to just move on?" she replied, in tears. "I *love* him."

"If you love Terri, then you'll love and support her as a girl. That is what she is now."

"No!" said Darcia defiantly. "I'm going to get him back!"

"Its too late. Terry, the boy, is gone. She is a girl now, and that is how it is."

Darcia hung up the phone. She wasn't going to just give up! Not now.

 

 

"Your mom thinks you're a girl now" said Darcia, as she laid on the bed next to Terry. She still thought of him as Terry, even if he (and his mom) thought of *her* as Terri.

"I am a girl" replied Terri. "Or didn't you notice."

"Just because you've got boobs doesn't make you a chick" she replied.

"What would it take to convince you?" replied Terry.

"You don't have any feelings for me anymore?"

"I love you like a sister. You're my best friend in the world. We will always have that special bond."

"I mean romantically."

"I don't feel any attraction to *any* girl Darcia. I'm a girl now too, and it just doesn't seem right to be attracted to someone who is just like me. At least how I'll be after I get my operation."

"You could stay like you are now. You could dress and act like a girl, but still make love to me!"

"Darcia, I'm on female hormones, remember? I can't make love to a girl. I haven't had an erection in a long time. I *am* a girl myself, and it is just a matter of time before they cut *it* off of me, so that I'll be just like you. I can't wait until they do it! I can't wait to feel good about my body."

"What do you think when you see this?" said Darcia. She stood up, pulled down her skirt, and revealed that underneath she wasn't wearing a thing. She put her leg up on the bed, so Terry would get a clear look at her.

"When I see that, it makes me feel so inadequate as a woman, because I'm not like that yet. When I see what you have between your legs, it makes me wish even more that I could have that too. I wish I was just like you Darcia."

"You always wanted me. You wanted to get in here. Well now is your chance. I want you. Take me."

"Quit treating me like I'm a guy!" said Terry. "You said that having boobs doesn't make you a girl. Well, having a cock doesn't make you a guy either. And I'm not going to have it for long anyway. Soon, I *will* be just like you. God, I wish I had a pussy! I wish I was like you already. I wish I had been *born* as a girl. You are so lucky."

Darcia was stunned. For the first time, it dawned on her that perhaps Terry wasn't just faking, or that he wasn't playing a game. This was real. He really did want to be a girl now.

"Terry? A very short time ago, you were just pretending to be a girl. Why are you so adamant about being one now?"

"Perhaps its the hormones I've been taking, but I think its because I like it a lot better than being a guy. *Everything* is better being a girl. The way girls act. The way we dress. The way we get to be pretty. I can't explain it. I just woke up one day, and realized that this was *me*. This was what I wanted. And this is what I am."

Darcia blushed as she put her skirt back on. She had made a fool of herself. She turned to go.

"No, Darcia, don't leave. I understand what it is you're trying to do. I just hope you can understand me, and what I'm going through. This will be difficult for me, making the transition to womanhood. I'll need all the love and support I can get. As I said before, you're like a sister to me. I don't ever want to lose your friendship."

Darcia had one last thing to try.

"What about dating guys?" she said. "What would you say if I lined up a double date for us?"

"I think it would be very healthy for you, emotionally to get over me and start seeing other guys" replied Terry.

"But what about you?"

"I don't think it would be fair to a guy to start dating me. What if he liked me, and wanted to make love? I wouldn't be able to give him that, until I've had my operation. I've thought about it, believe me. Most of the girls in my dorm have boyfriends, and they see them on the weekends. I'd love to have one myself, but I just don't think I should until I'm complete. I hate myself for not having the right plumbing between my legs. Until they correct my problem...."

"You think of it as a problem?" said Darcia.

"Yes. I am female. My body just doesn't match my self image. But don't worry. They'll fix all that. Soon, I'll be a woman too. Just like you."

"You really want to be a woman."

"Yes. I hope that some day I can get married, and adopt children. I'll never be able to get pregnant, but I want to have a family. If I have a daughter, I want to name her after you."

Darcia came over and gave her a big hug. They both cried as they held each other. For the first time, it was not as two people in love, but as two sisters.

 

* * *

 

 

The minivan waited outside the tall office building with the reflective silver glass. At long last, the woman emerged from the building wearing the blue pinstriped business suit (including a knee length skirt and moderate heels). Her long hair flew in the strong breeze. Her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. When her eyes saw the minivan, her face lit up with a bright smile.

The van's doors few open, and two children ran out to greet her.

"Mommy! Mommy!" they yelled.

She bent down to give them a hug as they approached her.

"Darcia, look at your pretty hair today. And Alice, you skinned your knee!"

"I'm okay mommy" she replied. "We were rollerskating, and I fell."

The woman looked up to see the tall handsome man.

"Okay girls, lets get back in the car so we can take your mommy out to dinner."

"Oh Jeff, I was going to cook that roast tonight" she said.

"Baby, today is our 3-and-a-half year wedding anniversary. We're going out to dinner."

"Yeah!!!" said the girls.

"I want hamburgers."

"You always want hamburgers. I want pizza!"

"You always want pizza."

"Girls, your mother will decide where we eat tonight" said Jeff, with a fake seriousness to his voice.

"Awww..." they said in unison.

They got into the van, with Jeff driving, Terri in the passenger seat, and her two girls in the back. She put on the Spongebob DVD to entertain them, while she talked to Jeff about her day at the office. It wasn't easy being in upper management, but she enjoyed the challenge.

Her business degree had opened doors for her that nobody in her family ever had open before. She had succeeded beyond her dreams, and was very content with her job and her family. When she was promoted, her bonus was large enough that she bought her mother a nice condo in Florida to retire at. She liked paying her mother back for all the things she had done for her through the years.

Jeff held her hand as he pulled out from the curb. Terri closed her eyes and smiled. Now, she had everything she had ever dreamed of.

  

  

  

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