The New Belle                                    By Janet L. Stickney                           JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

The dress was very heavy, and huge. Over five foot in diameter, the light green material hung, draped over the hoop almost to the floor. Worse, the waistline was accomplished using a corset, making my normally 27 inch waist a trim 22, while at the same time, using the excess flesh to create a modest but full bustline. My hair was covered by the wig, auburn in color, done in sausage curls that hung down the back. On my feet I wore silver lame shoes that had a green buckle on the toe. I stood there looking in the mirror, amazed at the way I looked, because I was sure it could never happen. In my mind I would be a clown. Now, I began to wonder.

Mom had insisted on me dressing this way after she caught me in her clothes. I'll admit that I found wearing her clothes interesting, but I had no intention beyond that moment. Her shock and my fear when our eyes locked began what grew into this moment. My name is Carl, I'm 17, an only child.

"Ready?"

"Do I have to do this mom?"

"Yes."

I looked in her eyes, pleading, begging her to let me change, but she took my elbow and walked me into the parlor. My father stood up, rising to his full 6'5", his eyes glowing like embers not quite burnt out. He said nothing as I stood there, scared, waiting for him to say something, anything, just to break the pregnant silence that lay between us. Dad said nothing as he walked around me, my feet not moving as he made his inspection.

"How does it feel?"

"Sir?"

"How do the clothes feel? Do they fit right? Can you move in them okay?"

"Yes sir" I said, not wanting to tell him that the corset was killing me.

"You are attractive enough I guess." He turned to my mother and asked her if a year was enough time, and she said it would be close, but probably, if I worked hard, it would be enough time. I had no idea what they were talking about, and was too afraid to ask.

"Tell him Marion." Mom sat down facing me, smiling thinly.

"We had not considered this of course, until I found you in my clothes the other day that is. As you know, there is the debutante ball every spring, held by the country club. When I told your father about your… escapades, he put your name on the list for next year. That means that we have one year to train you in the art of being a woman."

They looked at me, letting me digest what she had told me, waiting for my reaction. It took a moment for what she had said to register, then…

"You expect me to be a debutante! No way! I won't do it, and besides, that was a one time thing when mom caught me!"

"Perhaps you misunderstood us Carl, we are not asking you to do this, we are telling you that you will do it. In fact, starting right now you are not to wear any male clothes at all."

"But dad!" His face turned icy, his eyes growing narrow, then his voice, the sound of doom and obligation.

"Your name will be… well, you may make the choice, but you will do it right now." My mind went blank for a moment, then "Mary" popped out.

"Okay Mary, your mother will be your teacher, and will get you what ever you need, but keep in mind that at the next spring debutante ball, you will be presented to the public. I think it's in your best interest to do your best, don't you?"

I said nothing, then mother took my hand and we went back to her room. "You think we are doing this as punishment, but it isn't that at all Mary. Your father is in the middle of some important merger talks, and as it turns out, he needed to have a daughter for this one event. The man he is negotiating with has a son your age, and he wanted to attend the ball the minute he heard about it. But you know the rules, he could not attend without a date. The merger did not hinge on it of course, but when I found you dressed in my clothes, your father had the idea that you could do it. Then, without telling me, he called and told the man that his daughter would be glad to have his son as her date! That daughter can only be you."

I was dumbfounded that my own father would do this to me, and stood there in shock.

"He jumped before he looked, and we all know that, but he loves you dearly. He was committed and he could not see a way out, which is why we are asking you to do this for him."

"Let's get you into something I know is more comfortable."

Mom helped me get undressed, then untied the laces of the corset. As it hit the floor I felt a relief that was almost ecstasy. My ribs began to return to their normal shape as I finished undressing. When I was down to just the panties, mom handed me a bra.

"Think of this as an adventure. That might make it easier for you to adapt." Other than that one time mom had caught me, I had never worn any feminine clothes at all, and I was unable to resolve the conflict between my maleness, and the demand that I become a passable girl. Standing there in the panties, the bra in my hand, I threw it on the floor and faced mom.

"This is ludicrous mother and you know it! I never wore your clothes before, so I don't understand why you and dad are doing this to me!" While not quite as formidable as my father, mom was, none the less, quite stubborn, so I was surprised when she sat on the bed and merely smiled at me.

"I told your father the same thing, but he is in a serious bind here. The merger is worth a huge amount of money, huge Mary. Our future would be assured as well as yours and your children's future as well. Maybe beyond that even. For that amount of money he is willing to take the risk that you can do this, and do it well."

"But he sounded angry with me mother, and I don't know why!"

"He isn't angry at you! He's angry that he has to do this to you, and believe me, he understands your reluctance. He simply does not have a choice in the matter. He made the commitment, and you know how he is about that kind of thing. You have no female cousins, and going outside of the family is not an option, which you'll simply have to accept as the truth." I knew that dad was very big on honoring your word, his entire career was based on it. The reality settled on me, and I picked up the bra, holding it in my hand, and I knew that I had to do it. Like dad, I had no choice. In my entire life he had never asked me to do something I couldn't do, he just pushed the envelope a bit every time. He wasn't cruel or mean, I had my own car and most of the things I wanted in life. In other words, I had no complaints.

"I'll tell you what, if you want to change the name you selected you can." I looked at mom and realized that like me, she was stuck, and whether she liked it or not, she had to turn me into a young lady.

"No, Mary is fine mother."

"Let me show you how to put that on."

In just a moment mom had the bra around me, fastened in the front and padded with some socks.

"Now we learn to do makeup."

I sat at her vanity as she told me what to do. The foundation was a close match, and as I drew it across my face I began to see the uneven tones become all one color. Then the powder was patted on, and after I brushed away the excess my face was smooth and matte, all one color. "The reason we did not have you wear makeup earlier was to see how you would look, but all girls wear some makeup, and we expect you to do the same. Now pay attention."

I struggled with the eyeshadow and eyeliner, three times, washing it off just to redo it again, until mom was satisfied.

"Now we can get you dressed."

Pantyhose followed by a pantybrief, the short white slip, then the dress. It was a pullover that sat on my shoulders, swelled over my bustline and hung at mid thigh on me. Mom zipped it up, then gave me another wig. This one was light brown with auburn highlights, styled in a pleasant pageboy. I settled it on my head, then when mom handed me the lipstick, I pulled the waxy red on my lips, and stood back. "Put these on Mary." The shoes were white with a short heel. I stepped into them and was surprised by the fit, and worse, looking in the mirror I saw that what dad had asked me to do was no longer out of the question. All traces of myself had changed, and now I looked like your average teenage girl!

"I just knew that you could do this! Now all we have to do is buy you some more clothes, lingerie to start with. Later, after your own hair grows out we'll get it styled. Let's go see dad."

Mom stood by the door waiting as I once again struggled with how I looked, pausing before I took that first step. Mom and I walked across the foyer, my heels sounding loudly on the hardwood floor as we made our way into his office. The minute we walked in he stood up.

"You're mother has explained things to you?"

"Yes sir." His face softened, then,

"I hate this almost as much as you do, but I cannot see any way out of it. However, if you really cannot bring yourself to do this, I will inform my partner and we will go on from there."

It was my chance to back out, but if I took it, how would dad manage to remove the invitation? I wasn't old enough to get married, I wasn't attached, and eventually dad's "daughter" would have to appear in person, even if I did say no to being a debutante. Our families would certainly meet, and I would have to be a girl anyway. I had the keys to the dilemma in my hand, all I had to do was use them, so why wasn't I doing just that? My parents had never let me down, not even once, and this is just about the only thing they have ever asked in return. With that sad realization, all I could do was say, "I'll do it dad, but only until after the ball."

"Excellent! And thank you." He hugged me, then mom and I went to the parlor alone.

"That corset hurt didn't it?" I nodded my head yes, and mom smiled.

"I hate them too dear, but it's something we do for the men." Then she got serious on me. "For a girl your height, you should weigh about 120, so a diet will be required so you can lose the weight, and of course, a year is a long time, so we might have to contact a plastic surgeon to help you in your figure." My face must have registered shock, so she told me exactly what he was thinking of. "It's just a little Liposuction to make your waist smaller, and they can use the material to make your hips rounder and fuller. Then they can implant small breastforms to help you with your shape, and finally, a laser can remove what little beard you have."

"Boobs! I'll have boobs?"

"Like I said, a year is a long time Mary, and none of what I mentioned is permanent. When this is over you can have the implants taken out and be yourself again." Mom wasn't very good at hiding things, so I believed her when she said that, and almost said okay right then. "You'll also have to take aerobic classes and maybe ballet to make you limber, more agile, like a girl Mary, and after you have the surgery, you'll fit right into those classes with all of the other girls."

I was pondering the idea of having boobs when mom poked me.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"Uh, no. Sorry mom."

"We need to go shopping Mary. You need everything, simply everything." That much was true. I stand 5'7" tall to her 5' 1", and very little of her things fit me very well, just a few of her larger dresses, which were very short on me.

"Such as?"

"Lingerie, starting with bras, panties, nylons, and slips, then skirts, blouses, dresses, makeup, purses, shoes, jewelry, personal items, hair care items… you get the idea. The list is quite long Mary. For now we'll stick with the basics and go from there, but you start ballet in three weeks, so that's how long we have to get you ready." Three weeks! I thought it was an impossible time frame, but then, I had not thought I could look like a girl either. "I'll get you a purse Mary, wait here." When she returned, she also had a tape in her hand.

"I put your wallet in the purse Mary, along with your lipstick. Ready?"

As we drove to the mall I began to get edgy and nervous. At home? Okay. In public? Now this is something altogether different, and I worried about seeing any of my friends there, but mom ignored me until she parked the car.

"You look just fine dear, now let's go in shall we?" I opened the door and followed her into the mall, taking a tentative few steps before I joined mom as she marched straight into a huge department store. The lingerie section was on the second floor, in the back. Mom started to pile things in my arms, one after another until she reached the nightgowns. "Pick out three you like Mary, I'll be over there."

She left me standing there wondering what to do next! Abandoned, I had no choice but to search the racks, picking one here, another there, and a third somewhere else. I saw her head as she bobbed in and out of the racks, and went to join her.

"I paid for this, go put it on and I'll pay for the other things and see you by the door."

Mom handed me a beige pantybrief that looked a bit lumpy and pointed at the changing rooms. I went in and pulled it on over my other brief and saw that I now had hips! I quickly met her at the door, and we were off again. In the dress shop mom went crazy. She started to hand me skirts and dresses, but I protested.

"Mom, these are for a woman your age! I'm 17, remember?" That brought her up short, then she smiled at me and told me to select what I wanted. Great, but I didn't know what I wanted. All I knew is what the girls in school wore, so all I could do was use that as a guideline, and soon had several skirts, three dresses and a suit piled up. Mom went with me to look at blouses, and we bought five plus three tops. In shoes she bought flats and heels in basic colors. By now my arms were killing me, so we dragged bags to the car.

"We can get a bite to eat Mary, then we are going to see someone about makeup, and of course we have to stop and see the doctor." Mom was pushing me and I began to resent it. Picking out my own skirts and dresses was simply a matter of not wanting to look like a 50 year old woman, and I can understand the makeup thing, but having surgery to make me look more feminine was something else. But her logic was impeccable given the length of time this was supposed to last, and I didn't know how to stop it.

I had my makeup done, with mom buying a lot of what the woman used on me, then we drove to the clinic where I met the doctor, who happened to be a woman. In her office she told me she knew the reason I had to make the changes, and wanted to hear me say it was okay with me. After all of the money mom had just spent, and my agreement with my parents earlier, I nodded my head yes even though I still harbored some doubt. "Be here at ten on Thursday Mary. Bring a sports bra and sweats with you."

That was it. I was committed now. Mom and I went home, carrying all of the new clothes in the house.

"You better use the green room for a few days Mary, we're having your room redecorated."

She wasn't kidding! My room had been stripped, the painters still there, and a fresh coat of pale pink on the walls! The carpeting had been removed as well as my desk, computer and chair. I found them in the green room. Alone, I opened the bags and took out one of the new skirts and held it up, deciding to wear it. I changed and joined mom in the parlor where she sat knitting. "Why pink mother?"

"We feel it will help you get into the role of female if you are surrounded by feminine things all the time, and a pink room is usually just for girls. Relax and enjoy it Mary." With all of the changes in just two days, I decided to go on the Internet and see what I could find out about boys becoming girls. I was shocked at the number of sites and the amount of information available. Everything from breastforms to makeup, and even a place that sold a special kind of panty. It would allow the wearer to look, and function like a female, and even have sex! I marked several sites and printed out a few. Then I started reading.

There was no question that having implants would make it easier for me to be taken for a girl, but if I bought one of those panties, well, I would have it all then wouldn't I? I told mom that I had an errand, and for the first time drove my car dressed as a girl. I went to the art store, following the instructions, and selected the proper colors and wrote them down. When I was safely in my room, I ordered one of the panties. If I was going to look like a girl, then I was going to do my best, just like my parents expected me to. I did not tell them about the panty or it's special qualities, or even that I ordered one.

I was sitting with mom when dad got home. He took one look at me and said nothing, but at dinner, I noticed that he kept looking at me, a thin smile on his face. Mom told him we did some shopping, and that I had an appointment Thursday morning. Beyond that she said nothing, and neither did I. The next day mom and I went out and bought a pair of pink sweats and a sports bra for me. It seems as if pink was going to be my color. For the entire day I tried on all of my new clothes and played with the makeup until I knew what went with what, and I could do my own makeup passably well. Once again dad said nothing at dinner and I went to my room to play on the computer. This transition of mine wasn't so bad, but then all I had done so far was wear the clothes. In the morning all that would change, and I began to have serious doubts. I thought about it for a while before I decided that I could stand anything for a year, even being a girl. Right after the Ball I could change back to my own self and get on with life, right?

Dr. Benson helped me up on the table, the IV tube in my left wrist only a minor irritant.

"Just lay back and relax Mary. Before you know it it'll be over."

She was right. I do not remember a thing. When I woke I was in a small room, mom sitting next to me, dad across the room. I reached down and confirmed that I had all of my original equipment, then my hand found the swelling on my chest. Another, next to it spoke loudly to me. I now had breasts! A small tape sat across the nipples where the incision had been made.

"Hi honey. How do you feel?"

"Groggy."

"Just rest now."

I fell asleep, then, when I woke I was helped into my sweats and taken home. I had not yet looked in the mirror, but my face seemed swollen and it felt like I was walking funny now. It was my bigger butt of course. I went to bed and stayed there until the next morning.

Mom cleaned and changed the tape, which was my first chance to see my new breasts. They felt firm and looked pert, with no sag. Mom said they were an A+ in size. My waist was now 24 inches, my hips now rounder, and fuller, from the waistline to my groin.

"Why don't you take a shower and get dressed now Mary. We can drive over and see about a ballet and aerobic outfit for you."

"Can we go tomorrow mom? I'm beat!" She nodded her head yes and I went to the shower.

My package arrived at noon and I took it to my room without telling mom what it was. I opened the package and pulled it out, then undressed. I read the instructions carefully, then using the lubrication in the package, I inserted my member into the sleeve and pulled the panty on. As it drew to my waist I felt it grab me and hold tight. I looked in the mirror and saw that I now looked like a girl all over! I have the boobs and a vagina, just like any other girl! I quickly pulled on my panties, then the new khaki shorts and the coral top. My gym shoes completed my look, then I looked in the mirror. Even I was shocked by the way I now looked. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I did look like a girl now. With my naturally slender frame and long legs now accented by the way the shorts fit, with my breasts pushing hard against the thin top, I no longer looked like a boy in any way. I knew that I could pull it off, even if I was a bit clumsy in my mannerisms. I walked out to see mom. With just one look she knew that I had done something, she just didn't know what. The shorts were on the tight side and defined my groin as they would any girl.

"You look… very nice dear."

"Thanks mom. I'll be ready to go in the morning, any time you are."

I wore the shorts to dinner that night, but took the bra off, and finally made dad choke when he saw me. My nipples were erect, poking against the thin top like two small fingers. The way the shorts fit me also contributed to his stuttering, but he never said a word about it though, I'll give him that. Mom however told me never to come to the table again without being properly dressed. The next day I was in the sports shop selecting my outfits and decided to try one on. Mom of course came with me, which was my plan all along. As my shorts hit the floor mom expected me to bulge I guess, and when she did not, I slipped the panties down and grabbed the pink leotard.

"Mary! You've got a…I mean how did you do…never mind. Put your panties back on and try on the clothes!"

She left the room and when I was done I walked out to stand next to her as if nothing had happened. How could I not do it? It was my one chance to dig back.

Mom said nothing on the way home, but the minute we got there she insisted on taking a better look, so in my room I showed her, but I did not tell her anything about it except how I had to sit to pee now.

"Just where did you find something like this?"

"On the Internet mom. There are tons of sites for boys that dress as girls. I found it there." She said nothing as she left the room. Now that she knew, it was time to tweak dad a little. At dinner I wore a nice skirt and blouse, but that night, as they sat and watched television, I changed into the only babydoll I had. White, it was sheer enough to show everything if I let the robe peek open, so I wore it and the robe into the den. Dad looked up and I 'accidentally' let the robe part. I did not have any panties on and my breasts as well as my new vagina were visible, clouded in a mist of white for only a second as I wrapped the robe around myself. Mom said nothing, but dad was clearly flustered.

After that, I had ballet twice a week, aerobics every morning at eight, and I was on a diet. New to ballet, the instructor had me doing limbering exercises most of the time. What wasn't so easy was seeing all those naked girls changing clothes in the communal dressing room. Even though I look like a girl, I'm not, and after 17 years of girl watching I really had to work hard at being just one of the girls. In my aerobics class there were a lot of girls my age and women in the twenties. None of them thought anything about changing clothes afterward, some of them even taking showers. Getting used to having my breasts bouncing with every step was hard enough, but I quickly found out why we wear sports bras. Bouncing like that hurt unless you held your boobs in place. I always changed and took a shower at home, unwilling to test my special panty just yet. In two months my hair had grown out enough for me to have it styled, in a longer pixie cut, but I was glad to get rid of the hot wig and said nothing. At the same time I had my nails done, longer, with a rounded point and painted a very hot red. My weight had dropped to 118 and I now wore a size ten, which is about as small as I could get because of my shoulders. I had also been adding to my wardrobe a little at a time. I had moved back into my newly painted room, I now had my own vanity and everything else I needed to make myself pretty. I heard a knock on the door and opened it.

"You've been in for so long that I think it's time we all went out to dinner.

Wear something nice Mary."

"Okay dad."

He left and I closed the door, a slow grin coming to my face. After I had my nails done the second time, I had strolled through the mall and saw the perfect dress. After two months of dressing and coping with my new body, I had come to start thinking like a girl sometimes, and when I saw the dress I had one of those moments.

I went in the shower, a plastic cap protecting my new hairdo. As I washed up I let my finger explore my new assets the same time my hand rubbed my breast. I felt myself beginning to shudder, then a flood. I had not expected that to happen, but after two months with no release I must have been ready, and although I had no erection, I had expended! I washed up then stepped out to dry off. Using my body powder I dusted myself and went into my bedroom to change. As I pulled on my panties I realized that I was more girl than I had imagined I would ever get. Girls do not have erections, yet they feel pleasure. I did not have an erection, yet… well, it was a turning point for me, a big turning point. I sat at the vanity and did my makeup, softer colors yet more dramatic. I no longer needed help getting dressed and pulled on the pantyhose making them snug to my waist. The bra I chose was black, a lace trimmed demicup with push up pads that gave me an impressive cleavage. With my waist now down to 23 inches I had no need for a waist cincher and I slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up. Stepping into my black patent leather heels I went to the mirror. The dress, all black, was a short sheath style with a sweetheart neckline that hugged my figure closely. My legs were tan from the pantyhose, long and sexier than I had expected when I first started this transition. I put the black and gold chandelier earrings in my earlobes, then the simple gold choker chain with the black onyx stone pendant around my neck and the gold watch on my wrist. Using my perfume, a gift from dad, I dabbed some on my wrists, elbows and neck before I added the soft red lipstick.

I moved my wallet and lipstick to my black clutch purse, took one last look, and walked out of my room and into the parlor. Dad was resplendent in his gray suit, mom dazzling in her silver sheath.

"You look very nice Mary."

"Thanks mom."

Dad said nothing for a moment, then he smiled at me and asked to take my arm! We walked out to the car, then dad drove us to the country club. Under mom's direction, I had spent two hours each day learning how to walk, sit and so on until now, it was almost natural for me. Many of dad's friends knew me as his son, yet none of them recognized me. The only dark look all evening came when a young man asked me to dance. I let him take my hand even as dad scowled. I heard mom tell him to quit doing that. It was my first time dancing with a boy, but I got the hang of it quickly as he and I drifted across the dance floor. He asked if he could take me home, and as he held my hand, I could find no reason to say no. It was a mistake. My parents left me with him, and on the drive home he parked the car and kissed me. My lack of contact with kids my age had put my senses into overdrive, and I forgot the basics. I had been in classes or at home for so long that I lusted after some time of my own, and now I had it, but it was with a boy.

Harold put his hand on my breast and I almost fainted from the sensations it gave me. It was so different, so exciting, and the more he stroked me, the more I purred. Then I felt one hand sliding under my dress while the other steered me to him. He tried to push me back, but some small part of my brain was saying no and I resisted. My brain was saying that I could not get pregnant and I knew this was wrong for any girl to do, let alone a boy in a dress, so I stopped him. But he was persistent, and I soon felt his hand as he guided me to his member!

"Kiss it" I heard him say, and then, he pulled me to him. Finally I pushed him away. "I'm not that kind of girl Harold!"

His hand continued to move, each stroke causing a sensation as he drove me crazy. Then, all at once, he was panting hard as he released. I felt him shake and realize what he had done, wondering how I had let this happen. We both straightened up, then he took me home. When I walked in the house mom was waiting for me.

"Don't tell me Mary. You were a bad girl tonight. It's written all over your face."

That's when I started to cry, the first time since I was a child, I was crying in front of my mother.

"Come and tell me all about it Mary." Mom and I went to my room where I changed out of my clothes until I was naked in front of her, my well soaked panties on the floor between us. I felt something running down my leg and went in the bath to clean up.

"You had sex tonight didn't you?"

"No" I said, even as the tears flowed.

"You didn't tell me that the panty would let you function as a girl that way Mary, why?"

"What makes you say that mom?"

"You know why Mary, you have stuff running down your leg."

"I suppose so." But I had not had sex! It was my stuff that was running down my leg!

"Sit here and tell me about it."

I did as she asked me, and I told her everything I had done, sobbing as I realized that I had run up hard against that forbidden line. I had been ready to do what was unthinkable just a few months ago, and I liked every minute of it, which is why I was crying. Mom and I talked until the sun almost came up. I told her how I felt about being a girl, and why. I also told her I liked it. I never imagined this happening to me, and yet it had. I liked having breasts, boys staring at me like I was a goddess, the way the clothes fit and how the makeup tasted and smelled. In short, I liked everything about being a girl, including the aerobics classes. I could do without the ballet even though I know it makes me limber.

"Go to bed honey, we'll talk later."

I tried to sleep right away, yet the memory of how he had excited me lingered, driving me crazy with guilt. I did not get up until late morning, and I looked like hell when mom and I sat at the kitchen table and talked again.

"Do you think you are you ever going to be a boy again?"

"How can I? After what I did last night? Mom… I…"

"Hush child! We both know that having a heavy petting session isn't the reason. You like being a girl and no matter what happens, you will never return to your manhood again. Am I right?"

The tear trickled to my cheek, dripping on the table, pooling as I tried to say yes. But the words would not come out. With water soaked eyes I looked at her, so calm, so beautiful, so wise.

"Mary, girls all over the country gave themselves to someone last night. For many it was their first, and like you they also suffer guilt. But they also suffer fear. They might be pregnant, while we know that you are not. Now tell me the truth. I have a daughter and not a son."

I wiped my eyes, smiled the best I could, and nodded my head yes, my journey through the unknown over. Now, I not only knew it, I had admitted it.

"Let's not tell your father just yet Mary, he doesn't have a clue. This will be between just us girls. Girls your age have no business having sex, but I understand petting better than you think. Okay?" I hugged her tightly and ran up to my room to shower, trying to wash away the shame. When I reappeared I had on a short pleated tan skirt with a pink blouse, my unneeded pantybrief under my pantyhose.

"If this is not a fluke, and you really want to become a girl, then maybe we should talk to the doctor about it. Would you like that?" I would, and nodded my head yes.

It was not a matter of sex, it was a matter of how my outlook had changed. How I viewed myself. Once I had breasts, which started out as a pragmatic decision, I began to like them. Then, when I wore the panty, the circle closed and I understood the power a woman has over a man. I had driven Harold to expend without even touching him, and I liked it, and now, I could not give it up. Sure, I had looked down on girls at one time, now, as I looked at myself, I knew that I was a girl, in my mind, in my heart, and in my soul, and I was not going to give it up. I didn't just put on a dress and discover I wanted to be a girl, it was the evolution, one thing after another, a rebirth, as I realized how much I actually wanted to become a girl. Maybe that's why I submitted to Harold. To prove my own femininity to myself. Harold, well, he was only the instrument I used to prove it.

Mom and I talked to the doctor, but she would not do anything until I was 18. On the way home we stopped at a place for lunch, then I took her home and went shopping on my own. I wanted to find something that would scream woman and leave no doubt in anyone's mind, especially dad. I wanted to find a way to let him know that this transformation was more that a few ounces of silicone and a dress. It was my mind, my heart, how I now felt. I prowled the lingerie shops, finding nothing. As I walked to another store I met an old friend. As we traded looks, I knew that she thought she knew me, but I walked past without saying anything, then, "Excuse me", Have we met? You look familiar to me." I had two choices, deny it, or play it by ear.

"Hi. I'm not sure. I'm Mary Grant." "Hi" she said, "I'm Beth Wilson."

She looked at me for a moment, then smiled and said she was alone, and asked me to join her. "Why not."

As we walked along she and I went into various stores until I saw it. "Wait!"

We went into the store so I could look at the outfit closer.

"Planning on seducing someone Mary?"

"I might be. I'll have to try it on Beth, can you wait?"

"I wouldn't miss this for anything!"

She sat holding our purses as I found the right size and went into the booth to try it on. When I was ready I stepped out. The red dress was short and tight, hugging my figure, accenting every curve. My breasts were barely held inside the dress, the low cut neckline exposing more that it should have. The single strap went from one side front around my neck to the other side. It was sleeveless with a low back as well. "They also have it in black, green, and blue Mary, but red, well this is your color!"

I bought the dress and we left the shop, stopping for a coffee. "Grant… I know a Grant, Carl Grant. Are you related?" "In a way Beth, we were very close he and I." I wasn't about to tell her the truth because she wouldn't believe me after seeing me wear that dress.

She dropped it and we went on shopping. She bought earrings and a shawl for her mother while I bought a red satin panty with a red satin corselet to match, and later, red patent leather shoes.

"Can we get together again Mary? I had a lot of fun today."

"I'd like that Beth, call me."

I gave her the number and left for home.

"Can I see what you bought?" "Later mom. I'll call you as soon as I'm changed."

I went to my room to change and try on the complete outfit. It took me twenty minutes to change, then I called to mom. I stood in the middle of the room waiting for her to say something, but as she closed the door she started to laugh!

"It's not meant to be funny mother!" She sat on the bed and motioned, so I slowly turned around for her.

"I thought we had a mother daughter talk Mary."

"We did, but this is for dad."

"Your father? Why? Are you planning on seducing him?"

"Of course not. This is my way of letting him know that I am a woman now, and wearing this, he can hardly deny it, can he?"

Mom said nothing for a moment, then started to giggle again!

"No honey, he won't be able deny it, the question is, will he accept it."

"I can wear that baby doll again if you like mother, but on Friday, when he takes us out to dinner, I'll be wearing this dress."

"I see. And how do you know he will take us out to dinner?"

"You'll arrange it!"

Mom smiled, then nodded her head yes.

"I'll change now, but don't say anything to him mother."

I was washing my car when Beth called, so I invited her over.

"Bring a swimsuit Beth, we can use the pool." She said she would, so I quickly finished and went to my room to put on my suit. Neither mom nor dad had seen it yet. The thin peach colored material was a close match for my skin tone and I giggled as I tied the bra strings behind my back. The panty was high cut on the sides, which let my butt hang out a bit while still hiding my special panty. I grabbed a towel and walked down the stairs just as the doorbell rang. I let Beth in, showed her where to change, then we went out on the patio. "I know for a fact that Carl lives here. I even thought that you were Carl when we were in the store, but looking at you I have to admit that I was wrong. You can't be Carl, not wearing that bikini!"

"Anything is possible nowadays Beth."

That made her look at me closer, yet, when her eyes locked on my breasts and then my groin, she simply did not believe it. I was ready to tell her the story when mom came out with some soft drinks.

"Mary Elizabeth Grant! Go get some clothes on!"

"Mom, I do have clothes on. It's a bikini."

Mom looked closer, sighed and sat down with Beth and I, shaking her head.

"This is Beth Wilson…my friend…from school."

Beth's eyes opened wide as she stared at me.

"You're Carl! I knew it!"

"Not any more Beth, you heard mom, I'm Mary Elizabeth Grant."

"I'll be damned!"

"She is very pretty isn't she Beth."

"I'll say! You're Carl? I never would have guessed. Never!"

"We'll trust you to keep our little secret Beth, can you do that?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good. Now you girls have a nice time, and by the way Mary, the dinner has been arranged."

"Thanks mom."

She left Beth and I alone, staring at each other. Beth was a very beautiful woman, and I wanted to be like her. The problem is, I never will be. She can have babies and I cannot.

"Just how long have you been doing this Mary? I mean, none of us never knew you liked dressing as a girl!"

"It will be three months on Friday, and the reason you never knew was I never did it before now."

Beth was stunned, but accepted what I told her.

"The red dress, just who are you wearing that for, and why? I mean, neither of us are going with anyone, so who is the poor sap that's about to fall into the trap you're setting, and tell me the truth Mary."

"My father."

"Your father? But why?"

I told her the entire story, from beginning to end, then, "He doesn't know that I'm not returning to my male self after this is over. I intend to have the doctor help me with the rest of the transition and then have the surgery to become a woman, like you."

"As far as I can see there isn't very far to go now Mary!"

Beth had been a friend in school, and I was glad I told her. Being alone, with nobody to share things with is a real pain, and also, not being able to share things with a close friend can make things very lonely, which I was. Beth is my age, a girl, and she would be able to help me with things when I didn't want mom to know. She left for home about six, and I went to my room, but on the way dad saw me walking through the kitchen.

"Mary!"

"Yes?"

I turned to face him and he saw that I had a bikini on, then his mouth slapped shut, his eyes narrowing again.

"Get some proper clothes on!"

"Yes sir"

I pulled on a top and my shorts before I joined them for dinner.

"I'll have to meet you at the restaurant on Friday dad, I have an appointment, okay?"

"Don't be late Mary, the parents of your date for the Ball will be there."

I swallowed hard because I did not want to upset the merger, and wearing the red dress might just do that. I looked at mom who was smiling thinly and slowly nodding her head yes, which meant "wear it anyway".

"Can I bring a friend dad?"

"A boy?"

"No. Beth Wilson. She and I went to school together. In fact she spent the day here today."

Dad looked at mom who was smiling and telling him what a lovely girl Beth was, then he nodded his head yes. I called Beth and asked her if she wanted to come and she said she wouldn't miss it, then she asked me if her cousin Brian could come along. "He's cute as hell Mary, but he's my cousin and I thought…"

"I get it, you're setting me up!"

"Of course not! He is here visiting, and I thought he could use a night out.

That's all, honest!" Why didn't I believe her?

On Friday morning I went to the salon and had my now neck length hair restyled. I also had it dyed with auburn highlights. The stylist suggested a soft perm, and I let her do it. My nails were redone, and then I went home to get ready. The laser had removed all of my beard, but I still had to use the hair remover every two weeks or so, so I carefully removed the special panty and coated myself with the foul goo and waited. Then, after a quick trip in the shower I filled the tub with bubblebath and slid into the warm sudsy water. In a few odd places I had to use the razor, especially my groin and under my arms. I soaked in the tub until the water went cool, then used the dusting powder all over. At first I didn't care for it, but now it seemed so natural. The red panties were cut in the French style, high on the sides while plunging in front with barely enough material to cover me. I put the special panty back on, made sure it was secure, and pulled the panties on. Two strings and a fluff of material, yet so sexy as the thin front hinted at but did not expose my charms.

The red satin corselet wrapped around me, then as I connected the fasteners I felt my waist drawing smaller, even more when I tightened the laces. The built in bra pushed my breasts up and threw them together in a monument to my femininity. I made certain I would not fall out, and pulled on my pantyhose. At the vanity I did my makeup tastefully yet dramatic, outlining my eyes in deep black, using mascara to enhance them. The dress went over my head easily, then, as I zipped it up, I saw just how much of a woman I had become. My skin is hairless and smooth, soft to the touch, my figure as good as any woman's. I fastened the hidden clasp of the single strap and made sure the dress fit the way I wanted it to and slipped my feet into the heels and secured the ankle straps. Looking in the mirror I first saw my breasts, swelling and inviting, a narrow waist and long legs. The hem of the dress was just below mid thigh, exposing my shapely tan legs.

I removed the plastic cap and sat at the vanity so I could add the rose blusher and the deep red lipstick. My earrings were red and gold, and inch square. Around my neck I wore a thin gold chain with my initial as a pendant. I slipped a ring on each finger then dabbed on my perfume. I found the red purse and moved my wallet and lipstick to it, checked the clock, and saw that I was right on time. I made sure I had some money, then went out to my car and drove to the club. This was going to be my announcement to the world that Mary Elizabeth Grant had arrived, and did not intend to leave.

The valet opened the door, and as I stepped out of the car I heard him suck in his breath, which only means that he thought I was one hot number, or that I had great legs. Either way I was quite pleased with myself as I walked into the slightly darkened room. I saw Beth first and made my way over to the table. As I walked up dad shot out of his chair like he had been yanked on a string, his eyes wide as he struggled to say something. Brian also stood up as did dad's partner and his son. "This is our daughter Mary." Sit here next to me Mary." Mom patted my leg as she made the introductions around the table. Brian was next to me, Beth to his left, then dad, Mr. Brent, his wife Gloria, their son David and finally mom.

"You look very nice Mary." I thought dad was going to choke when he said that, but mom kept patting my leg, so I gave dad my best smile and sat there with my hands in my lap. Dinner was served, then conversation lively, but I noticed that David did not have eyes for me at all. His gaze was riveted on Beth, who I noticed wore the same dress I did, only hers was green. After dessert mom asked us to join her in a trip to the ladies, so Gloria, Beth and I joined her. "You two plan this Mary?"

"No mom, why?"

"It's not hard to see that you and Beth have the same dress on honey, and with two eligible young men at the table, well, I just thought there might have been some planning going on."

"I bought mine first mother, Beth forgot to tell me she had one as well." Beth simply smiled at me.

"If you thought I was going to sit there next to you while you're wearing that skimpy nothing you were wrong Mary. I hate being the plain Jane at these dinners, and since I saw how it looked on you, I bought one. Think of it as a sisterly thing."

"David seems to have you in his sights Beth, but Brian…"

"That's okay Mrs. Brent, Brian is my cousin."

"I see!" Mom did too.

"Can we assume that there might be some escort changing for the Ball?" I looked at Beth who was smiling. Clearly she felt the same way about David, and with Brian so handy, and handsome, I also nodded my head yes. The mothers both looked at each other and grinned at Beth and I. Now they thought knew why we wore these dresses. They were wrong about me, Beth? That was another story.

Later, both David and Brian asked each of us to dance before we paired off. I was with Brian when dad cut in. As his arms went around me and I reached up to his neck, he looked down and smiled at me. "You made quite an entrance tonight Mary, any particular reason?" It was my chance to tell him the truth.

"I did it to show you how much of a woman I have become daddy, and I don't think I can give it up, even after the Ball." He said nothing for a minute, then he smiled! "I think I knew that already Mary. I asked you to do something that I should not have, and it has allowed you to discover the woman inside. I never thought this would happen, but when you wore that babydoll of yours, and intentionally let me see your charms, I was shaken because I think I knew then." He drew me closer to him and hugged me tightly as the music, soft and easy floated over us. We reached the patio and he broke away, taking me outside.

"You have done everything I have asked you to do without complaint, yet I know you suffered at first." He took my hands in his and looked at me, his deep brown eyes wide, his crooked grin wide. "I always wanted a daughter Mary, can you be my daughter from now on?" I almost jumped into his arms and as he held me I knew that he accepted me flaws and all as his daughter. I had done my best for him, now he virtually told me he would do his best for me.

"I think Brian has eyes for you Mary, so maybe we better go back in before he starts looking for you." He took my hand as we walked back inside. Brian was waiting by the door for me.

"May I?" Dad nodded his head yes and I took the offered hand and let him fold me into his arms and drift around the room to the sound of the band. "Can I see you again Mary? Maybe tomorrow?"

"Of course you can!"

I gave him my number even as David and Beth were also swapping numbers. Brian walked me out to my car, then kissed me lightly on the lips, making me shiver. The electricity that ran between us was like no other I ever felt, and I know he felt it too. "Tomorrow." I got in my car and drove home, still shaking from that one little kiss, his face clearly etched in my mind. Mom was waiting for me, sitting primly in the parlor when I walked in the house.

"We need to talk for a moment Mary, come sit next to me." I did, wondering what she wanted to talk about. "I saw the looks you and Brian were giving each other all night, and I see trouble coming. Girl's your age should not be having sex, and no matter what you were when you were raised, you are a lady now and we expect you to conduct yourself accordingly. Am I making myself clear?" I nodded my head yes and she told me to go to bed. I got the message loud and clear.

Brian came over the next day with Dave and Beth. The four of us went out driving, then had a nice lunch out. I was disappointed when he kissed me at the door and left. Beth called that night and we made plans to get together the next day, but she did say that Brian was hot for me. That's nice. I was attracted to him too, but I had mom looking over my shoulder now.

Beth and I grew very close, sharing secrets and clothes, gossip and later, friends. With her help I was introduced to many of my old classmates, accepted by all of them as a girl, no sign of recognition in anyone's eyes. Brian had to go home, but once a month he and I would go out, igniting the fires of our passion every time. I did not sleep with him even though I wanted to try it, but I breached the boundaries when we no longer could stand it. I satisfied him the only way I knew, and didn't think anything was wrong after I did it. He was my man, and I was his woman, and I made my man happy. Two months before the Ball mom and I went dress shopping. We usually went into the Bridal salons, since that's where the best white dresses were at, but we found the dress in a department store! I had dropped to 115 pounds by then, and when I tried it on, it fit without a corselet! We bought it, then spent three more days finding the shoes and jewelry. I made my appointment at the salon as did mom, and we went home.

I turned 18 a week later, and mom and dad threw a big party for me. Between Beth and I we invited a lot of our friends, including Brian and David. My parents gave me a real diamond and emerald ring of my own with matching earrings. Brian gave me his class ring and a knowing smile. It was a wonderful party, my first as a girl, and I loved it. Mom however was always close by, and Brian and I had no chance to repeat our passionate interlude.

It was going to be a long night at the Ball, so I slept in, then mom and I went to have our hair done. Mine was now down my back, still brown with an auburn tint, and I knew exactly how I wanted it done. I even took the hair clip with me. "What do you think of Brian mother?"

"He is a very handsome, polite boy Mary, why do you ask?"

"He asked me to marry him."

"But you're both just children! Besides, just how do you plan on getting married? You are not a female, remember?"

"I will be in a year or so, and by then he'll be out of the Academy. We'll have a long engagement mother."

She said nothing more and we both dropped the subject, but in my mind I knew that I would treat Brian to my body on the night of the Ball. I was 18, and a free woman, so why not? About the time my mind said why not, mom looked at me and grinned. "I suppose you plan on seducing him on the night of the Ball then?" Why is it mothers always seem to know?

"I... yes, as a matter of fact, I am planning on that. He and I are both over 18, and I have waited a long time to try this panty mother. I can't wait any more!"

I had tried a few things in the panty and knew it worked, now that Brian was my man, well…

"I'll see if I can keep your father away that night Mary, but both of you better be decent in the morning, understand?" I did.

I had my hair done in a Gibson, the sausage curls down the back, held in place with the hair clip. The baby pearls and white netting on the clip contrasting nicely with my hair color. Mom had her hair done in her usual Pageboy, then we both had our nails done. At home I took a bubblebath, then sat naked doing my makeup. The white satin panties, like the red one made me feel sexy, but this time there was a good reason. Mom helped me get the corselet on, then laced me as tight as I could stand it, my waist a trim 21 inches when she was done tying the laces. Then came the white nylons, followed by the white ruffled pantaloons, tied at the knees with white ribbon. The hoop, made out of plastic, was fastened around me a made secure, then the slip, which was heavy white cotton was slipped over my head, and finally, the dress. It was white satin and Irish lace, with ruffles down the front, a sweetheart neckline and full lace sleeves. Mom zipped it up and I stepped into the white shoes as she made the sash into a bow in the back. I pulled on the white gloves and looked in the mirror, smiling. The day had finally come, and here I was, in almost the same style dress I wore the first time. Five foot in diameter, the dress lay on the hoop, held out in a perfect dome that accented my narrow waist and bustline. I added the soft red lipstick, then the perfume. "This was your Great Grandmothers. Let me help you." It was a black cameo set on a white ribbon. Mom fastened it, and I saw that it was a choker, and hung above my cleavage, yet completed the look I wanted to achieve. "Ready" she asked, and I nodded my head yes.

Dad was waiting for me when I walked down the stairs, with Brian standing next to him. Both of their eyes lit up when they saw me, each for a different reason. Brian had to help me into the car because of the dress, but we managed, and dad drove us to the club. With Brian at my side, I made my entrance, announced by the MC as he and I walked down the promenade to our table. "Miss Mary Elizabeth Grant, and Mr. Brian Michael Stone." So many people were watching me that I began to get nervous, then Brian told me to be calm. Later, after dinner, all of the debutantes were assembled with their escorts and we paraded around the perimeter of the room, walking slowly so that all of the patrons could see the dresses, and of course the girls. The first dance is traditionally with the father, and as the music started, Brian handed me to my father. The strains of the lovely waltz made it easy for me to become the Princess to my fathers King, and as we moved around the room I felt as if I was gliding. When the music stopped Brian was at my elbow. It was wonderful and I enjoyed every minute of it. Later, Brian took me home in his car.

"I need help to get out of this Brian." His smile told me was not averse to undressing me, so we went to my bedroom, where he slowly helped me remove the dress, the slip, and then, when I was wearing just the corselet, hose and shoes, I attacked. Within minutes he was panting in lust as I was, but I made him sit on the bed as I removed the corselet, holding it in front of myself until I finally dropped it to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and peeled the hose down, as if it was strip tease, until I was standing there in my panties. I was savoring every minute of this and pulled him to his feet and began to undress him. His shirt studs hit the floor, then I ran my nails across his thick hairy chest, watching as his eyes closed. I unbuckled his pants and slid them down, his ardor evident as he stepped out of them. He kicked his shoes off then reached for me. As we sank into bed I knew that he was the one, and let him slip my panties down, then off. I did the same for him, and as we explored our bodies, he enraged the fires inside of me, and when I could stand it no more I rolled over and let him take me. I held onto him as he loved me, then later, he kissed my neck and once we were face to face, naked and in love. This time I took him as we consummated our mutual lust and love.

In the morning he took a shower and changed into the jeans he had brought along while I wore a skirt and blouse. Brian and I both glowed in eager passion and new understanding. Hand in hand we went to the kitchen to make coffee, and I had just started making breakfast when my parents came in. Both of them looked at us with a smug smile, but said nothing.

Brian went back to the Academy while I went to work for my father. I started on hormones and within a year no longer needed the implants, so they were taken out, and six months later I was a woman. My journey was over, I am a complete woman now. I can look back on the journey and wonder at the secrets life holds for us, glad that this one was given to me.

The End

 

 

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