Leslie                    by: Janet L. Stickney                            JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

It isn't a question that I have an answer for right now, but as I look at my reflection in the mirror I am very tempted to say yes.

As an 18 year old male I have the urge to see naked girls as often as possible, but never have, except in some magazines. I looked at the reflection again, and saw a young girl standing there. Mom had done my hair so that it sweeps past my ears, held back with a pair of barrettes, bangs that caress my eyebrows, small gold earrings and a bright red smile. A simple white pullover top that swells as my breasts push out against the soft material, a trim waist that accents the flaring skirt, which stops a mid thigh. The heels hiked up my butt and made my nylon clad legs shapely and trim, long and sexy. I am that girl.

As I approached graduation, the issue of what college to attend came up. I wanted to go to State, and my parents supported my choice. I had a scholarship, good grades, and I was ready. Then I got into a spot of trouble with the local cops. Since it was my first contact with them the judge let me go, but in the custody of my parents.

A friend of mine, myself, and two of his friends, decided to check out the girls dorm at a local college. Of course, we were busted by a woman that looked like my dad in a dress. We thought of it as a prank and nothing more, but almost the minute my parents and I returned home I knew it wasn't. Dad was furious, mom irate, and both of them had a look that would scare anyone with a brain. I knew that I had stepped into it big time. Dad pointed at the couch, and I sat down, waiting to be grounded for life. What happened next was worse than anything I could have imagined.

My name is Leslie, I'm 18, your average guy I guess. I have brown hair and eyes, I stand 5'7" tall with a lanky build. It was my mother that broke the news to me. I would not be grounded, in fact I could go anywhere and do anything I wanted. In my stupidity, I was smiling, until she told me that I since I was so eager to see what a girl looks like in her underwear, I should have the chance. She told me that tomorrow she would make sure that I had the chance, and was not to leave the house. Oh yes, the question. Do I like the way I look? I was still shaken by the way I looked and could not answer her, but the word yes lingered in the back, unspoken.

The next morning, about 11 or so, mom opened the door to my room, and without much warning, told me to strip to my briefs. I did as she told me, then she began rubbing me with some kind of cream. She did not tell me what it was. As the time went by I began to itch like crazy, yet had to stand there until she let me go take a shower. On the way, she told me to shave as close as possible. I still did not figure out what was going on, but when the thin hair on my body began to wash down the drain I had a suspicion that I wasn't going to like it. By the time I was standing there in front of her, the towel secure around my waist, she had put out on the bed a complete ensemble. At that moment I knew, but just where was I going to go wearing just a towel?

"Remember when we told you that you could come and go as you please? Well, you can, but you'll be wearing these clothes, or some like it, until we say otherwise. That way you can have the chance to see women's lingerie all you like."

I now understood why all of my body hair fell off! Mom handed me a pair of panties, which I held with two fingers, until she asked me if I was going to put them on or was she going to help me. I slipped them on, and thus began my transformation. She took me to her vanity and began to put makeup on me. Foundation and powder, then eyeshadow and eyeliner followed by blusher and eyebrow pencil. After that came a waist nipper and bra, then a padded pantybrief and pantyhose, and finally the skirt and top. The skirt 1s red and short, the top a white sleeveless pullover, both of which made me feel extremely naked. The shoes were a pair of black heels. To look at me I looked like a girl that had her hair done by a mad man, with the short top and shaved sides, but mom had me sit at her vanity as she put a short auburn wig on my head and made it tight. Then she handed me the lipstick. I hated to do it, but under her glare I drew on the red lipstick, outlining my lips almost perfectly. After that came earrings, a short necklace, and perfume. When she was done with me, she told me I was now free to do as I wished.

Mom left me standing there that way, staring into the mirror, trying to deny what my own eyes saw. I really did not want to leave my room, but knew that both of my parents expected me to show up dressed this way, so I conned myself into believing that as long as I stayed inside the house I would be okay, and stepped out of my room. I should have known better. Mom did not go to all this trouble to let me stay inside, which I found out the moment I walked into the familyroom. Dad was gone, but mom was standing there holding her purse in one hand, another in her other hand, which she handed to me.

"I put your wallet and so on inside the purse, along with your lipstick and some tissue. We have to do the grocery shopping now, because dad is taking us out to dinner tonight. Here, take the purse."

Out? Shopping? Like this? Dinner tonight, at a restaurant? I froze in place, until she took my arm and led me out of the house and into the car. As I struggled with the fact that I was outside, I had my now nylon clad legs bare almost to my waist because of the short skirt, and someone might see me! I was merely petrified. Mom told me I looked fine and not to worry. It's okay for her to say it, but I have to do it! She parked in the lot, opened the door, stepped out, and waited for me. I hated it, but got out of the car, then followed her into the store, pushing the cart as she started to buy the groceries for the following week. Up one aisle and down another, people, mostly women, crowded the store, and I saw several classmates, girls of course, with their mothers. Panic almost set in a few times, but there wasn't a thing I could do about it, and kept pushing the cart, hoping that nobody recognized me. By the time we were back in the car I was an emotional wreck, yet all mom said was that I did fine, but I could change clothes later, after we put everything away.

"It was only a prank mom! Why this? We never even got close to any girls!"

"The fact that you tried is enough. Those other boys are being held on a variety of charges because they have been in trouble before. This is your first offense and the judge was kind enough to let you go, provided we teach you the value of your mistake. Since your goal was to see girls either naked or in the lingerie, we decided that this is the perfect punishment."

"But how long do I have to do this mom? You never said!"

"Since the judge sent those boys away for a year, we thought that six months dressing as a girl might make it clear that we won't tolerate that kind of behavior."

Six months! But I have to start school before that or lose my scholarships!"

"Of course, but Leslie is such a nice name for a girl, and Leslie Anne instead of Leslie Andrew is not so different is it? Nothing will change really, except the way you dress, and you will dress this way, even at college, and don't forget, you'll be living here, so we can make sure of it."

My heart sank at those words. Six months as a girl? What happens after that? Leslie the girl one day, and Leslie the boy the next? If I did that, everyone would know that I had been dressing as a girl, and I would become a laughing stock! Six months means a year, at least! I sat on the couch and started to cry. Mom sat next to me, put her arm around my shoulder, and hugged me to her.

"It's not as bad as all that Leslie, you make a very nice looking girl, and if you can manage to learn how to walk and so on, you'll have no trouble at all. Remember, there are a lot of people that wear skirts and dresses every day, and they get by just fine. After a few days it will seem normal, and by the end of the month you'll be able to do your own makeup and hair. By then college will start, and you'll be just another face in the crowd."

It sounded so easy, but I knew that it wasn't going to be easy at all. Mom and I put away the groceries, then she and I went up to her bedroom where she pulled a dress out of her closet and handed it to me, along with a few other things that looked new to me. With a sigh I took them to my bedroom and put them on the bed. I looked at my reflection again, hoping that something had changed to make it impossible for this to work, but I was severely disappointed. I still looked like a girl. I felt the tears roll down on my cheeks as the enormity of my punishment settled in. My friends were probably going to county for a short stretch in the can, and they would have a record. I only have to dress as a girl. I don't know which is worse. Mom told me I have several hours before I have to change for dinner, so I went into the familyroom to watch some television. Mom left me alone to reflect on how cruel life can be. When the time came to change I did not fight it as mom helped me undress, then waited while I washed off the makeup. Standing there in just the panties, mom wrapped something around me that had a built in bra. Pink and shiny with white lace trim, it didn't seem so bad as I fastened the hooks up the front, even though I felt it pulling my waist a bit smaller. Then she started to pull the laces tight. I moaned but she told me it wasn't that tight, then, when she was done she reached into each cup of the bra and pulled my own flesh up before she used a single thin sock to pad out the bra. When she was done it looked as if I had my own boobs! Then she and I went into her room and I sat at the vanity again. This time she did not touch the makeup, she made me do it myself, coaching me the whole time. It took longer, but the results were the same. All traces of my maleness had disappeared. Back in my room she watched as I pulled on the pantyhose, handed me a short slip to wear, then helped me get the dress over my head and zipped up. As the zipper closed I felt the material close around me, accenting my now feminine shape nicely. The sweetheart neckline dipped low enough to show off my new cleavage while the dress tapered to my now smaller waist, flaring out at my hips to end at a hemline that was two inches above my knees. Petticoats held out the skirt and crinkled with every step. The shoes were red to match the dress.

Mom handed me a pair of gold chandelier earrings that have a red stone set in them with a necklace to match, waiting until I had them on before she and I went back into her room.

"Every girl likes to have nice nails, so until yours grow out some, we can use these. Stick out your hand."

One after another she attached fake nails, using a super glue, then filed each one to a rounded end before she painted each one a bright red, two coats, with a clear polish over that. I sat there waving my hands to set the polish while she selected her clothes to wear that night, starting with her best dress, the black sheath. When she had done that, she checked my nails, said they were dry enough, and slipped a cocktail ring on my ring finger, then spritzed me with perfume and handed me a bright red lipstick. When I had it on I thought I looked like a fire truck. I was red from head to toe, with prominent cleavage, long sexy legs, a trim waist, and certainly no longer looked like a boy in any way. I would stick out like a sore thumb in this get up, which is exactly why I was wearing it. I waited in my room for mom to get dressed, standing in front of the mirror almost the entire time. That first fleeting thought I had was that well, maybe, possibly yes, I did like the way I looked. I had changed so completely that I no longer resembled myself. I'm not beautiful, like a model, but certainly cute enough to not be merely plain. My only lasting thought was that I could probably dress as a girl and get away with it, which was good because I didn't seem to have any choice in the matter. It boiled down to wear the dress or leave home, skip the education, and be out on my own, working somewhere I didn't want to be, earning less than stellar wages and be miserable. I could be miserable at home and still get the education. All I had to do was dress this way. My parents had crafted a punishment that was more than fitting in their minds, they had adroitly boxed me in without many options.

I let my hand go to my breast, the swelling flesh crowning, so real, and yet so fake. But how would anyone know it's fake? Mom entered the room, resplendent in her black dress. She gave me a small red clutch bag, into which I put my lipstick and wallet, then we went into the familyroom to wait for dad. It would be the first time he would see me as a girl. I could hardly wait. I heard him come in, saw his shadow at the doorway, then he walked in. Mom pulled me to my feet and we stood staring at each other. One ashamed, the other…awed? He said nothing, going to his room to change for dinner instead. Thirty minutes went by before he showed up again, and without a word opened the door, holding it for mom and I. I thought that we were going to a restaurant, but no. He took us to the country club, where everyone knows us, and a lot of my friends go on the weekends! I was in the back seat, watching as we passed other people I knew. As he parked the car and stood there waiting, I opened the door and got out, ready to run, but in heels? He took one arm, mom the other, and the three of us walked into the club, across the huge lobby and into the dining room. I just knew that every eye in the place was on me, after all, I almost glowed in the dark in this outfit. We were seated, and for the first time ever, dad ordered a cocktail for me.

"I think you could use a drink Leslie, I know I can."

While we waited for our drinks to arrive…

"You look very…nice. Better than I anticipated in fact."

"Thanks, I think."

"We know that you think this is a harsh punishment Leslie, but what you did was very foolish and stupid. Those friends of yours? One of them was on probation, the other has several other offences against him. The prosecutor called me today and told me they are both getting three years based on the fact that this was a breaking and entering and their prior records. He cautioned me to tell you that you are also on probation, loosely of course, and if you graduate from college your records will be cleared. I told him what we had decided for your punishment, and he agreed with us that it is a fitting, if unusual punishment."

Just then the drinks were delivered, and I took the chance to mention what I told mom. That this wasn't, couldn't, last just six months, unless I wanted to become a laughing stock.

"Looking the way you do, I wouldn't imagine you'll have any trouble Leslie, and if you think it will last a year, then that's how long it will last. It's better than prison isn't it?"

"But dad…!"

"Not buts Leslie. You will dress as a girl for six months. How you act is up to you. If you decide to be merely a boy in a dress that will be your choice. If you decide to act like a girl to make it easier on yourself, well, then that's fine too. If you would rather attend school for the entire year as a girl that is also fine with us, but the bottom line is that you will dress as a girl your own age, for at least six months, is that clearly understood?"

"Yes sir."

There was no way I was about to become a parody of any kind. That would be the worst thing I could possibly imagine. I had to regain my self esteem, and the simple solution to that was to become the girl I now looked like. No matter what I thought about this punishment, I had to find a way to remove the self doubt and innate fear that I felt. By letting myself be merely a boy in a dress would ruin me, socially, and possibly trash my future. No, the only way out of this was to become the girl I now looked like. Once I made that decision it was a lot easier for me to accept the plight I was in.

"Good. Now that we have that out of the way, I want you and your mother to go shopping tomorrow and make sure that you have a selection of clothing that is appropriate. As time goes on we'll get you some more things. Any questions?"

"No sir."

After that, we ordered dinner, listened to the band, and while I sipped the second drink dad got me, several of his friends stopped by the table, and I was introduced as Leslie of course. None of them looked at me as if they saw a boy in a dress, which was good, or maybe bad, depending. Then mom and dad got up to dance, leaving me all alone at the table, which is when a guy I did not know asked me to dance! I wanted to say no, really, but he took my hand in his, and the next thing I knew his arms were around me as I followed him around the dance floor. I forget his name, but as we danced, his hand on my back, my hand in his, I realized that I was more than capable of doing this, and get away with it. Later, dad asked me to dance with him, which was totally bizarre. About ten we went home where mom helped me get undressed, untying the laces, to my great relief. As I slipped into bed I decided to out girl them, and see what would happen.

In the morning I wore my robe to the kitchen, got my coffee, then went to my room and logged on. One search showed me almost a million pages! I narrowed the search, and after an hour or so stumbled on a site that sold everything a boy that wants, or has to become a girl would need, and had a lot of hints for those of us that didn't have a lot of money. As I read the instructions, then looked at the pictures, I was convinced that I could do it. Only I don't have that kind of money. I printed it all out and stuffed into the desk drawer just about the time mom came in and told me we were going shopping. This time I wore a plain navy skirt with a white blouse, pantyhose and flats, the same wig and of course, makeup. I said nothing, and walked out to the car and got in. Mom and I went into the mall, then into the biggest department store there, and then to the lingerie section. Mom seemed to be prepared, because she referred to a slip of paper as she began to hand me bras, packages of panties, two slips, and a camisole, then, as we were wandering around, I saw a padded pantybrief and added two of them to the pile. Then came nightgowns. Two flannel, one cotton, and one nylon. At the counter, we both saw the breastforms. Mom was about to ask for them when I told her no, so she paid the bill and we left.

"Those looked like very nice breastforms Leslie! I thought they would make it easier on you, so why did you say no?"

"Because I can get better ones for less money mom. I'll show you later."

Then we went into the dress shop, where she started to pick out skirts and dresses she liked. I had to stop her before she made me look like an old lady, which is when a sales girl came over to help us. She and I selected four skirts, three short dresses, a couple of "churchy" type dresses, and two suits. This was getting very expensive very quickly, but mom didn't say a word as we added six blouses and four tops to the pile. Mom paid the bill and we hiked the loot out to the car and returned to the mall.

"You seem very eager to do this now Leslie. Was it because of that boy that you danced with?"

"Of course not! You and dad made it clear that I don't have a choice, and I don't want to be seen as a boy in a dress. That leaves only one alternative doesn't it? I have to dress this way, so I might as well look good and act the part at the same time. Besides, I'm not Gay, so why would that guy make any difference to me?"

"I just thought you looked…happy I guess. But, since you have decided to do this the easy way, why don't we go into that makeup shop over there and let them do you over? That way we can get you whatever you need, and it will be yours and not mine."

"Fine with me mother."

We walked into the cosmetics shop, and right away I knew, or at least felt, that I might have, maybe, made a mistake agreeing with her so quickly. All across the back of the shop were chairs where women sat while someone did their makeup. That's not so bad, it was the stylist plucking hairs that worried me. One of the ladies approached mom, who pointed at me, and the next thing I knew I was in the chair. The girl washed away all of my makeup, and if she saw any trace of my beard she didn't say a thing. After four tries she found the right foundation, then, before she started, she reclined the chair and began to pluck me like a chicken. Little hairs were falling like rain onto the plastic sheet I had on! That lasted quite a while, the girl going tsk tsk the whole time. The whole process took about an hour, but when she was done and I looked in the mirror, it was like night and day. Compared to this, I must have looked like a clown when I walked in! Mom was very pleased, and I'll admit that I liked it as well. This new makeup enhanced the way I looked, yet did not look as if I had any makeup on! When we left, I had plenty of everything she used on me. We made one more stop, and that was to get my ears pierced, then we went home. I dragged everything to my room, and hung up or put away all of the clothing. Then I went into moms rooms and found a pair of her old pantyhose which I took back to my room. I located the birdseed in the garage, the weight scale in the den, and went back to my room. Using the trial and error method I managed to make a pair of breastforms that would fill the bra to the right size, and with the knot turned outward, nipples.

I weighed them to make sure they were the same size, then got dressed again. As I looked around the room I saw all of the new clothes, some bulging from the closet, some on the dresser and some still on the bed. It didn't take long to decide to remove some, maybe most of the male clothes from my room. I wasn't going to be wearing them anyway, so why not? I started to take them out of the closet, then carry them to the basement. Mom must have seen me doing it, but she did not say a word, and a little over an hour later I was done. All I left were some tees, some shorts and my sneakers. The new makeup sat on the dresser, which was the only place I had for it since my bath did not have a vanity. Mom walked and saw what I had done, looked in the closet and dresser, then at the makeup.

"You should have a vanity of your own Leslie. I'll talk to dad about it tonight."

She left the room and I followed her soon after, joining her on the patio for a soft drink. I noticed that without any prompting I had begun to move my hands like she does, the flash of red from my new nails constantly catching my eye. The slightly longer nails made my fingers look thinner, my hands more feminine. Mom was smiling at me as I crossed my legs, on hand in my lap, palm up.

"That new makeup looks wonderful on you Leslie, its so natural."

"Since you gave me no choice, I'm glad too mother. I just want to get through this and get back to my old self as soon as possible, but I don't have any ambition to become a laughing stock either."

"Leslie, half the population wears a skirt or dress every day, wear makeup or heels, even a wig once in a while, and sooner or later we all find ourselves enjoying it, especially when we get to dress up really fancy. I'm sure you will too."

"Not likely mom. I'll dress this way, and do the best I can, but as soon as possible, it's over."

"We'll see won't we?"

Three days later mom and I were at the college to enroll. All of my records have my right name on them of course, except that They all say Leslie A., which can stand for Anne, or Andrew. The girl at the counter looked up, saw a girl, entered my name, then checked the box 'female' on the form. I gave it no thought as mom and I filled out the rest of the forms she gave us, then I got my list of classes. Since I would be living at home I also got a parking pass, then my school ID card. The picture was a good one, which mom commented on. As we walked back to the car, she mentioned that I should have a drivers license that more accurately reflected my new status, especially since I would be driving back and forth to school, so she stopped at the drivers bureau on the way home. On the strength of my school ID, I was issued a new drivers license, complete with a new picture. Now, according to the state, I am a female. No questions, just a simple test and a picture. Again, I thought nothing of it, until we were almost home.

"Mom, I'm listed as a female at the college, right?"

"Of course, why?"

"How will I change that when I get to be myself again?"

"I'm not sure honey, but that's a long time from now. Don't worry about it."

"What about the state? I now have two valid drivers licenses, both in the same name, just the sex and picture are different!"

"Well…you won't need the old one for a while, and if you do decide to return to being a boy we can get you a new license then."

I started school two days later, and the very first person I saw was a classmate from high school! I did my best to steer clear of him, running into another classmate, Beth. She looked at me, then we went to our seats. When the professor called out our names we each raised our hands. I saw Beth look at me when my name was called, and feared the worst. Only one day and I had been discovered! I sat through the class, hoping that I could get out of this with some easy explanation, but I didn't have that kind of luck. Beth stopped me on the way out.

"I know a guy named Leslie, we went to high school together. When I heard your name called I thought it would be him that raised his hand, then I saw you, and you're certainly not a guy!"

She bought it! I was elated and on edge all at once. Beth simply accepted me as another girl, and began to talk to me as one. It was my first interaction with another girl my own age, and all I could do was hope I didn't give myself away. It turned out that she and I shared four classes. I did discover that carrying a purse was quite handy. I could put a lot of stuff into it, and did. Each day Beth and would walk from one class to another, which I gave no weight to, but she did, and invited me to meet her brother that weekend! Of course, I said no. All I wanted to do was get through this without any entanglements of any kind, but she insisted.

"He's a nice guy Leslie, but very shy, like you. I think you two would hit it right off, so I want you to come over. Saturday, at seven, see ya later hon!"

Then she left, leaving me standing there. Beth expected me to be there now, to meet her brother, who I already knew! Bret is shy, that's true, but more importantly, what if he sees through the makeup and discovers the real me? And who else would be there? I drove home wondering, one, how I would pull this off, and two, what would I wear? I know, it's silly to worry about a thing like that, but…

I told mom about the party, and she suggested that I wear a nice skirt and blouse with a sweater and some low heels. Then she told me that I could decline to attend, but staying at home for an entire year would become very boring, and that a college is the place to make friends that last a lifetime.

"All girls your age date honey, and many young men will probably ask you out. Do you intend to stay home every weekend while they are out having fun?"

"Mom, in case you forgot, I am not a girl! I'm a boy in a dress!"

"But you said that was exactly what you were not going to be, which means that you should go to the party and enjoy yourself. If Beth did not recognize you, you'll be fine, and I'm sure that Bret will be a perfect gentleman."

She trapped me with my own words, but she was right about staying at home all of the time. It would get boring. I went to my room, undressed, and checked my skin. It was still fairly smooth, but I could feel a little stubble here and there, so I asked mom to once again use the cream on me, and less than an hour later I was once again hairless. I quickly dressed, then drove to the drugstore and bought some items I was going to need. When I got home I undressed again, took the tip sheet out of the desk, and using it as a guide, managed to tape my manhood in a way the gave me a smooth front. Except that I would now be sitting down for every function. I tried sitting on the chair, and found that it didn't hurt at all. As I let my hand drift to my groin I felt the newly formed groove right up the middle. The flesh colored tape I used held like glue. After I pushed everything in as far as possible, seating my testicles, the excess skin was pulled forward and held in place by the tape, giving me the look of a girl. Then I used the superglue to secure things, waiting a few minutes before I removed the tape, leaving me with no sign of my maleness. Now all I had to deal with were my boobs, or lack thereof. I used the same tape to pull my chest muscles together, using a small foam pad under each breast to help lift them up. When I was done I put my bra back on, pushed in the birdseed forms, and saw that I now had a swelling, if small, cleavage. Right at that moment mom walked in on me. One look was all it took for her to see that my manhood was gone, replaced by the false vagina I had created.

"That's…very good! Maybe we should go buy some really good breastforms for you Leslie. That way you'll at least be more natural, and not have to be taped up all of the time. That has to hurt!"

I couldn't deny that, and nodded my head yes, and mom told me to get dressed, we were going shopping. This time we did not go to the mall, but a small shop set in a plaza. As we walked in I saw breasts everywhere. On the counter, shelves and in glass cases. It looked like we had come to the right place. Without even asking, the woman walked up to me and smiled.

"You need a breastform that is undetectable, right?"

How did she know so quickly?

"Yes ma'am."

"Come into the back and lest see what we can do for you."

In no time at all, I had my blouse and bra off, the tape clearly defining what I was trying to do. The woman used a fingernail to pry it loose at the edges, looked me in the eye, then ripped it off. When I let go of the ceiling and once again stood in front of her, she apologized, but said it was the easiest way, and the pain would be gone soon. I had my doubts about that. She saw that I used a B cup bra, then took a color sample of my skin before she started opening boxes. When she returned she had a pair of breasts that looked alive, even laying in her hand. She cleaned my skin, then used an adhesive to attach each on in place, smoothing the very thin seams to the point that they almost disappeared.

"They will heat up to body temperature in a few hours, and after you wear them for a week or so you'll be able to detect it whenever someone touches them. Not feeling like your used to, but you'll feel it." My hand touched first one, then the other. As I slipped my bra back on I heard the woman tell mom that the breastforms would stay on for about a month, and that I should come in and have them cleaned and refitted. She said I would. As I walked I could feel the extra weight of them, the bounce and so on, which I never felt with the birdseed. Dad didn't know, and we did not tell him about all of the changes, but as I slipped into my nightgown later, I decided to wear the pale blue one… without the panties. When I stepped into the familyroom, the thin material hugged my breasts, outlining them perfectly, while my new vagina was hinted at, but not shown. His eyes bugged out, his mouth opened, and no words came out. Then I wrapped the robe around myself and settled into to watch television with them.

The next day I decided to wear the black swing dress, the short one with the round neck and short sleeves. One set of lingerie mom and I bought was black, and I set that out as well, along with the black waist nipper. About five I started to get ready, taking a shower, shaving as close as possible, then doing my makeup. I now had the knack of it, and once again it did not look like I used a trowel to put it on. Then came the panties and bra, the waist nipper and pantyhose. The dress slipped over my head easily and hugged my shape when I zipped it up. The hem was at least three inches above my knees. Black and gold earrings with a gold necklace, a ring on my hand, perfume, and red lipstick. Then the wig, which I brushed out and let hang. Then, in mom's room, I polished my nails again. I was ready by half past six, grabbed my purse, and left the house for the drive over.

Beth greeted me at the door, looked me up and down, then smiled.

"Bret is going to love you Leslie!"

She took me into the house, and then out on the patio where she had set up a small buffet. Bret was there already, along with several kids I knew from school, and some I did not know. As she introduced me around, only one person, Greg, gave me the kind of look I dreaded. His eyes locked on mine for an instant, then he smiled and shook my hand. Bret of course, was last. He is a nice looking guy, tall with dark hair, muscular, and shy as can be. I thought he might shuffle his feet when Beth introduced us. Bret took me to get a soft drink, and I saw Greg talking with Beth. I could only guess what that was about. As the party went on, someone started the music, and Bret asked me to dance, and I let him take my hand. As we swayed back and forth to the beat, he whispered my name, so I looked up at him, which is when his lips touched mine. He must have gotten over his shyness pretty quick. I said nothing as he twirled me around, then the music stopped and Beth came over. She took my hand, dragging me aside.

"Girl, you sure got Greg's attention! He wants to ask you out!"

Playing stupid, I asked, "Isn't he going with Kelly over there?"

"Well, yes, but it's over. At least he says so, and wants to call you."

"Tell him…that I'm with Bret, and the answer is no thanks."

"Does Bret know this?"

I gave her the look, and she got the message. No, Bret doesn't know, but Greg doesn't have to know either. I saw her tell him, then his wave to me. I walked over to Bret and stood next to him. His hand found mine, and we just stood there for a bit.

"Sorry if I was a bit…forward Leslie, but you're so beautiful that I couldn't help myself."

That was the first time someone had told I was beautiful, and I did not mind at all. When he pulled me out into the yard I followed him, not knowing what he was going to do. How stupid could I have been? He pulled me to him, held me tight, and kissed me again, his tongue urgently pushing on my lips. I opened my mouth and tasted him. His arms held me tight against his chest, then his hand drifted South and touched my bottom. I spun away and shook my finger at him, but I could not help but smile at him. I saw Beth watching us, and felt myself blushing. When I left for home, Beth asked if she could stop by the next day, and I said okay. As I lay in bed that night I wondered what had happened to me. I was sure I wasn't Gay, but for the first time I noticed that Bret is handsome in a rugged sort of way, and when he kissed me I tingled all over! What was that all about? I let my hand slide down to my waist, then lower, touching myself. I still looked like a girl. I know I fell asleep smiling.

The next morning dad was at the table for breakfast, his first time home in about four days. I had on a tee and shorts without a bra. I know I had his undivided attention when my boobs moved around unrestrained.

"Beth is coming over later, maybe about noon."

"Can we assume that you'll be dressed by then?"

"I am dressed dad."

"You know what I means. Cover those up properly."

"I'm just letting them breath right now daddy, I' change before she gets here."

I called him daddy to see what he would do. His eyes narrowed, but he did not say anything, and as soon as breakfast was over I went to my room to change. This time I borrowed a pair of moms shorts and wore the low cut pink pullover top with my sneakers. The shorts were tight on me, which was just fine. They accented the wedge shape between my legs. I pulled the wig on, then pulled it back on the sides with barrettes. I did a minimum makeup job, then went back to help mom clean up a little.

"You know how your father feels about women that show off their assets, so why did you do that?"

"To let him know that I have them, and that I like it. I like being a girl mom, but don't tell him that, he'll make me stop."

She stopped and stared at me, then smiled.

"I thought that would happen Leslie, and I was right. Remember? I told you that." She paused, then…"Those shorts are pretty tight on you honey, we should get some that fit you better."

"These are fine mom."

Dad came in for some more coffee, took one look at me and shook his head. I couldn't let it pass.

"Dad"

"What?"

"Sit down here…please."

When we were both seated, I told him that I had discovered how to make myself look like a girl, which according to him was a fixed punishment for at least six months, and if I had to do it, I intended to do my best. I also told him that he could not hold me to a standard I was not raised with, and I was doing my best.

"Your best seems to be quite good Leslie, those…breasts of yours look real, and by the way those shorts fit, you have found a way to hide things quite well."

"I'm doing the best I can daddy, so quit ragging me about it."

That made his eyes narrow again, but he knew I was right. I had been raised a male, not a female, and might not understand the allure I could have on a man. At least that's what I wanted him to think. I knew perfectly well what I was doing.

"Your mother can answer those kind of questions Leslie, and your right. I did insist on this punishment. I just never expected that you would…"

"Look this way?"

"Yes. That's it. You look…better than I expected."

"Good!"

I got up and went to the familyroom, leaving mom and dad to talk alone. I'm sure she was telling him that I had begun to adjust to being a girl, and it was going to take a little more time. A short time later the doorbell rang and I answered the door, expecting to see Beth. But Bret stood there with that silly grin on his face instead. I let him, taking his hand, which is when he spun me around and kissed me. When I looked up, I saw my parents standing there. There wasn't any way they missed that kiss. Dad looked…confused, while mom was smiling at us. I introduced Bret, then he asked dad for permission to take me for a drive. With a nod of his head he agreed, so I grabbed my purse and Bret and I left. He had picked a wonderful fall day. The sky was blue, the weather warm. As he drove away from the house I wondered why I didn't mind this at all. He drove to the lakeside park, then up to the top of the mount. The view was spectacular. He pulled me to him and kissed me, gently at first, then with passion, and I found myself lost in a sea of confused emotions as I let him kiss me. He wanted more than I could, or would, give, yet I found myself in turmoil at the same time. Bret excited me, as a woman, even when I wasn't sure of myself. His easy manner and gentle ways drew me to him while the entirety of my maleness flew away on the wind. I was Leslie, now the girl, and I could no longer deny that. As his lips touched mine again, I felt the rising heat inside, and wanted to prove my growing femininity, not to him, but to myself. Yet I could not concede to his desires. I was stuck in a trap. Desire versus reality.

He took me home after a few hours, and when I went in my father was standing there, waiting for me.

"What's going on here Leslie? I don't understand why that young man was here, or why you kissed him! You’re a male. Just like him!"

"This is all your idea dad. You gave me the punishment. You insisted that I dress this way, no matter what, and I have done everything you told me to do. Dress like a girl you said. Fine. I'm dressing as a girl. You said it wouldn't matter. It does matter. You never considered that I might not want to stay home for an entire year, or that I might turn out looking pretty good as a girl. No. You simply gave me the punishment, which I accepted, but as soon as someone wants to make things easier for me to dress this way, even when another guy finds me attractive enough to ask out, you have a fit! Well I'm not going to stay at home for a year and be the meek hide in the closet person you thought. Bret likes me and I like him. He thinks I'm a girl dad, so just how long could we be friends before he kissed me? And even if he does kiss me, so what? I have almost ten more months this way, so I have made sure that I can look enough like a girl to pull it off without any problems. Anything else?"

I didn't give him a chance, and stomped up to my room and slammed the door. As I sat on the bed looking in the mirror, I no longer saw myself. When Bret kissed me I felt feminine, and I liked it. Two months. Was that all it takes to turn an average guy into a girl? Or did I feel this way all along and didn't know it? My hand touched my breast, then fell to my groin. No sign of maleness in either place, yet I knew it was a lie. Only…inside, it did not feel like a lie. I stayed in my room for about an hour, moping I guess, when mom came in and sat next to me.

"That was cruel Leslie. Your father never expected you to…accept this so easily."

"He thought I would look like a clown didn't he?"

"Well, yes as a matter of fact, he did."

"Did he really think that I would spend an entire year looking like a clown? After he saw me, how could he not think that some guy would be attracted to me? From the first time he saw me he said I was pretty. Now he says he can't understand what's happening! Hell, I don't understand it either, but I like the attention mom. I like it when Bret kisses me. I like the clothes and makeup, the perfume and long hair. I don't think I'm Gay, but maybe I am. I don't know. All I know is I like everything about being a girl, and if this has only taken a few months to happen, what will happen after a year? Mom, I don't think I can simply give it up, and dad has to understand that as far as everyone else is concerned, I'm a girl, and I intend to keep it that way."

"Leslie, while you were up here, he and I talked. I told him about the changes that have happened to you, the breastforms, and the way you hide yourself. I also told him that he was wrong. I told him that you like dressing as a girl, and the punishment he gave you has turned into an opportunity, which means that you can quit any time, but that you would not quit, and he had better get used to the idea that he now has a daughter, not a son. He hates the idea Leslie, but he knows you and I were both right. Now it's up to me to see to it that you learn everything you need to know to be a woman, but in the meantime I want you to go talk to him. You and he share many things, and you have to make him understand it's not his fault."

I touched up my lipstick, added some perfume, then left my room to find dad. He was in the familyroom. I walked in and just stood there, waiting. When he looked up at me I could no longer hold it in, and ran to him, sat in his lap and hugged him. No words were spoken, yet the message we both understood is that as a girl, I am here to stay. Finally, he pushed me back a little.

"You know how I feel about women that…flaunt themselves Leslie. Just be more careful in the future."

I kissed him on the cheek, hugged him again, and told him I loved him. Then I went to my room and changed. In the next few months I dated Bret a number of times before it died a natural death. My hair had grown out quite a bit, so mom and I both had appointments at the salon that Friday night. The stylist dyed my hair to match the wig, then cut and trimmed my hair in a short pageboy that really looked nice on me. Curly in the back, wavy on top with curls framing my ears. Mom said the perm would last about three months. I also had my nails done by a pro using acrylic nails. Dad and I found an easy relationship, and his views about me changed. He no longer let me do as I wanted, he always wanted to meet my friends now, especially if it was a boy that wanted to take me out. Protective is the word. Mom and I had been talking about it for a while, so I went to see our family doctor. After a physical, he gave me the prescription. Mom and I did not tell dad. Two days after I saw the doctor, I was rounding the corner of the building when I ran into Jim. Books flew in the air, I fell down and he staggered back. When I looked up he had his hand out to me, which I took as he helped me up. I'm not certain, but I'll swear that the air crackled around us as we looked at each other. As my eyes took him in, I felt a tingle all over. I know I smiled at him.

He introduced himself, apologized for knocking me down, then asked me to join him for a coffee. How could I say no? I found out that he's a premed student. Jim is well over six foot tall, with dark hair and coal black eyes. We exchanged our histories, then he asked me if I would join him for dinner on Saturday. I gave him my address and number, then went to class.

Jim and I dated for about a month before it happened. We were out, after a show and dinner, when he parked the car in a shady lane on campus. He was kissing me, his hand was on my stomach, then my breast, and finally, in my lap. As we thrashed around in the small car I suddenly found my hand on his member, hard, pushing against his jeans, making a tent. I never saw him move, yet the next moment I had his naked flesh in my hand. So familiar, yet so excitingly different. Without a word or conscious thought, I began to stroke him even as his hand rubbed my groin. The tingling I felt the first time we met was even more intense now. I no longer used the breastforms, so he had the real me in his hand, and it was driving me crazy. I pushed him back so that his member, still in my hand, was pointing straight up. As he watched me I stroked him with one hand, massaged him with the other. Not once did I think it was wrong for me to do this for him. He is male, I am female, what's the problem? His hands found my breast, resting there, gentle squeezes as I ministered to him. Then I felt the swelling in him and the pressure in my hand as he erupted, filling my hand. As he lay there, sated and smiling, I sat up, then straightened up my clothes, smiling the whole time. My conviction that I am a woman was now proven.

By the time I was back home and in my room, I knew that I could never return to manhood. I wanted to please Jim that night, and I did it without a thought. I put his manhood in my hand, pleased him, and myself. As the end of the semester came closer, my hips and breasts grew even faster. I no longer needed to cream my body to have smooth skin, my hips are now 36 inch, my breasts a full B cup. Since I was essentially the same size as before, dad never noticed the changes; at least he never gave any indication he saw them. Except for one small thing, I was now a female in heart and mind, and almost body. Mom of course saw the signs, women always do, and when dad was away, asked me about Jim and I. I told her I was in love with him, which is when she asked me if I had done something I should have waited to do. Lying is hard, but I said no anyway, hoping she would believe me. She did not.

As the night progressed into morning I lay snug in my bed, knowing that I had left behind all of the illusions I held. When I woke up in the morning, the first sight I saw was my bedroom the way it used to be! I heard mom calling me and slipped out of bed, looking for my slippers and the red robe, then I saw my reflection in the mirror. I was no longer a girl! I was my old self! My breasts were gone, my manhood still there in plain view. I slipped on my jeans and a shirt, and went down the stairs. My parents were waiting for me, standing side by side.

"That stunt you pulled was so stupid I can't believe you did it Leslie. The judge has allowed us to administer your punishment, and after some discussion, we have decided that since you wanted to see girls in their lingerie, or even naked, that you should have the chance. Your mother will help you, but in the meantime, you are not allowed to leave the house."

A dream! It had all been a dream! Without a word I went to my room, stifling a smile and started to prepare for my new life. You know, the one I just told you about.

 

 

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