Not an Alien                     by: Janet Stickney                  JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

Aliens did not kidnap me, a genie didn’t pop out of a bottle, nobody used some weird medallion to change me, and I wasn’t forced to dress this way. I did it all on my own, and I was humiliated to be seen this way, but that was my normal reaction. As I stood there, both of my parents stared at me as if I were the alien. My hair was in short little pigtails, a ribbon tied to the end of each one, I had on a blue dress that had white piping and a red tie, the skirt flared almost straight out from my waist, held up by the huge petticoat. I wore white ankle socks and white flats. My makeup was merely powder with coral blusher and pink lipstick. Clearly, I was not dressed as any 13 year old girl they ever saw, I looked like I was a tall 7 year old.

"Well! Who do we have here?" Mom walked over while she spoke, then, "Can you tell us your name?"

Rooted to the spot, frozen and unable to speak, I just stared back. Mom knew who I was of course, and walked all around me without saying a word while dad said and did nothing except stare at me. It took eons before something gave way, and it was me. I spun around and started towards my room when the voice of doom thundered in the small room. "Stay" Dad almost shouted, and I stopped at the foot of the stairs, but did not look back. My hand was on the railing, my right foot on the tread. Unseen was the terror that flowed through me. The voice of doom had spoken.

"Come over here!" Dad left no doubt that he meant it.

I turned to face him, my eyes filling with tears, ready for me to cry. I was ashamed to be seen like this, especially by dad. But I couldn’t help it. I liked to dress as a girl, and always had, but this was the only outfit that I could find that even remotely fit me, then, in a spasm of bad luck, they had to catch me wearing it. Like I said, I knew that I looked stupid in this outfit, but it was all I had.

"Turn around" he said, and I did a very slow spin, then, "Since you obviously want to dress this way, you may continue until bed time tonight."

That was not what I wanted to do at all, but the way he looked at me, well, it wasn’t an option. I would stay dressed this way until I went to bed. I took one more step when mom told me to help her in the kitchen. No matter what she thought or what I really wanted to do, I was safer with her than dad, and quickly followed her into the kitchen.

"That’s quite an outfit. It’s the one I wore to that costume party way back when you were a baby I think."

Not being stupid, I kept my mouth shut. "If you had a choice, I’m sure that dress would not have been your first pick."

Mom had me help her make dinner, then, while I was setting the table, she casually said, "I’ll see if I can get you something that’s more for a girl your age."

I almost dropped the plates.

All during dinner dad avoided looking at me, then, after I did the dishes mom told me to go change. It didn’t take me long to get undressed and change out of those clothes and slip on my pajama’s. I did not go back down stairs that night. In the morning I wore jeans and a shirt, preparing to get out of the house and put as much distance between dad and I as I could. I had no desire to listen to him rant and rave about being a man. He does that enough as it is, and having seen me dressed as a girl, then knowing I did it myself, which told him I wanted to dress that way, would probably spark another of his tirades about being some kind of macho man. I didn’t need, or want to hear it again. I made it as far as the back door when mom stopped me and told to wait. She grabbed her purse, then she told me to get in the car. On the way to wherever it was we were going, she told me that we, she and I, were going to get me one complete outfit that was appropriate for a girl my age!

"I was thinking a nice skirt and blouse, a few pairs of panties and a bra since all girls your age wear them, and a pair of nice shoes to go with the outfit. You and I will look together and make our selection together."

Just then she pulled into the super mart parking lot, but before we got out of the car, I asked her why.

"Why are you doing this mom? You know how dad is. He thinks all guys have to be extra macho! I can imagine what he said last night after he saw me! I’m not sure that I can to endure him seeing me dressed up again."

"You won’t have to endure it as you say. Your father and I talked last night, and as much as he might not like it, he knows that you will never be a macho man. You’re too small, you don’t particularly like sports, you like long hair and wear earrings. The earrings alone sent him into space dear. I had to tell him that many young men wear earrings now, and he finally relented. He had to come to grips with the fact that you aren’t getting any bigger, and at 5’4" and 120 pounds is smaller than even I am for goodness sake! We talked about this for a long time last night, and while he hates it, he has agreed to let me get you one outfit then let you get dressed in it, as long as I help you. He and I both want to see how you look if you do it right, so that’s what is going to happen. As soon as we get home, you and I will turn you into a beautiful girl."

That was almost exactly what I wanted, but how could I trust my dad not to go off the deep end? I almost said something when mom just smiled at me and told me to "come along dear", and I followed her into the store. She went straight to the lingerie department and promptly handed me a bra with small cups, white, with lace trim. Then a package of panties, white cotton, and a pair of pantyhose. From there we went to the Junior department, where I saw the perfect skirt. It was red with small white flowers on it. Mom agreed, and she added that to the cart, then a white pullover top, a simple white blouse, then, as we walked through dresses, she spied one she liked and added that as well. She called it a sheath. In shoes she handed me a footie to put on, which I did, then I had to stick my foot in a white heel and a pair of black flats. Thankfully we were early enough that nobody saw me trying on girls shoes. In the cosmetic area she added some foundation and powder.

"That should do it! Shall we go home and turn you into a girl?"

"But dad…"

"Your father has agreed to stay away from the house until later today. This is just between you and I. Okay?"

"Okay" I said, unsure why mom was doing this, but not fighting it. Why should I?

The minute we walked in the door mom was in charge, and she left no doubt about that. I was told to strip, then she checked me all over for stray hairs, using a razor on the few that she found. When she was satisfied, she handed me a pair of panties to slip into, which I did, as soon as she turned around. I folded myself out of sight before she began again. She took me by the hand to her room, wet my hair, and began to put in some rollers. My hair has a wave to it, and it’s shoulder length, but mom said it needed just a little help, which is what the rollers would do. I expected her to do my makeup as well, but she said no. She said that I might as well learn how, then directed the entire operation, starting with foundation, then powder. The eyeshadow was a very light blue with a soft plum over that, accented with a soft brown eyeliner and brown pencil. I could see the difference right away, and instantly loved it.

With my hair covered by a plastic cap, we went back into my room where mom showed me how to put on the pantyhose, then how to put on a bra. She slipped a couple of old shoulder pads into the cups of the bra, then handed me the skirt. I stepped into it, made the button and zipped it up, then she slipped the white top over my head and let me pull it down. The white heels were next, then we went back to her room where she removed the plastic cap and began to brush out my hair. It didn’t seem to take her long to create the perfect hairstyle, and it looked really nice! Mom kept talking to me the whole time, telling me how to do this or that, then, when she was done, she handed me a pair of small red and white earrings. I put one in each ear, then she gave me the soft red lipstick. When I had it on she moved me in front of her full length mirror, and I saw all of me for the first time. I was in love!

The girl I saw in the mirror is the girl I was looking for all those times. She is a lot cuter than I imagined her to be, that’s for sure! I just stood there staring at myself, unable to take my eyes off of Megan. That’s the name I used when I got dressed up. Mom fastened a necklace around my neck, a bracelet on my left wrist, then spritzed me with some of her perfume.

"You are beautiful! I was sure that you would look nice, but you look spectacular…what do you call yourself?"

"Megan" I said, just letting the name run out, softly as I smiled at my reflection.

"Megan! That is a very nice name, and it fits you!"

I spun around, got closer, stood back, smiled and touched my tiny breasts. Mom quietly took my hand and led me out of her room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. My heels clicked on the floor, my lipstick tasted great, and the perfume was heavenly, all of which held me in its grip, and I never felt more feminine, and I had never looked this good before. I was in heaven right then, yet I knew that hell was just around the corner. When dad sees me this way he’ll go ballistic, I just know it.

"How does it feel Megan?"

"Great" I said, without asking what. Mom laughed and sat down.

"Honey, you have no idea how cute you really are! I thought you might be, but I have to admit, I never expected you to look this good! Your father will be stunned to say the least!"

"No, the least is that he’ll only kill me."

"No he won’t. I told you we talked about this last night. I told him what I had seen on television, about boys like you, and told him that there was no way to stop this, and you would continue to dress up as often as you could, no matter what he did. I told him that if that’s true, and I think it is, then the best thing we could do for you is to help you get better, and allow you the chance to dress up once in a while, or risk having you try it on your own. Myself, I would much rather help you then let you try this alone and maybe get caught because you weren’t good enough. I’m not saying I understand it or even like it, but it doesn’t look like we have much choice. I help you or you’ll probably go it alone. Either way you’ll still dress up. In any case, we have decided to let you dress up as long as I know about it in advance." Mom settled her arms on the table and told me to sit down. "Have you ever left the house?"

"No…I…no."

"Then today is going to be your first. When I told you that your father would be gone until later today, I did not mention that he is going to meet us for a late lunch. We have about an hour. I’m going to change now. Wait here until I return."

Lunch? Outside the house? With me dressed this way? Now I knew that mom had flipped her lid! Just about the only saving grace in this whole mess is that meeting dad in a restaurant would most likely keep him quiet when he sees me. He’s real big on not making a spectacle of ones self. I sat there for a minute, then went and looked in the mirror one more time, just to assure myself that I looked good enough to leave the house. There was no doubt really. Mom wouldn’t have suggested it if she wasn’t completely sure that I could do it, so I forced myself to relax. Mom returned in a bit, handing me a small white purse.

"I put your lipstick in there with some tissue. Ready?"

There was nothing to say. I was going. Mom opened the door for me, and I stepped outside. I really wanted to run to the car, but didn’t. I stood there as mom shut the door, checked to make sure it was locked, then followed her to the car. The drive took about twenty minutes, ending at a small family style restaurant. I followed mom inside, then to the table where dad was sitting. He looked me over from head to toe without any facial expression of any kind, then motioned for us to sit down. I sat across from dad.

"The chicken looks good, I think I’ll try that."

Those were the first words dad spoke since we came in and sat down. It wasn’t what I expected. I also had the chicken, which was good, then, after lunch, while they had coffee, dad sat back and smiled at me. Was it ominous, or acceptance?

"I have to admit that you look every bit as nice as your mother told me you would. Better than I ever imagined. From what we have seen, you obviously like to dress this way. Is that true?"

What a question! But how could I deny it? They had both seen me yesterday, and now, today, I looked like every other girl my age, better in a few cases. Yet, if I said yes, what would he do then?

"Well?"

"I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yes. I like it."

"Everyone should do what they like to do, at least once in their life, and I suppose that now is your time."

"Huh?"

"It’s been painfully obvious to me for a while now that you are never going to be the kind of man I thought you should be. You’re too small, you weigh what? 120 at best? You have never been able to fight back, even when you were little, you do not like sports, working on cars or any of the things that I and most other men like to do, so it’s no surprise that you want to dress as a girl to boot. Now, I will say this up front so there is no misunderstanding. I do not like what you are doing, but your mother has convinced me that you need to do this. I don’t like it, but we are going to let you dress as a girl. We will never intentionally embarrass you, or put you on the spot, but on the other hand, we insist that you spend at least two months of the summer break as a girl. By that I mean all day, every day. You may wear anything you wish as long as a girl your age would wear it, and as long as anyone that looks at you sees a girl and not a boy. Is that clear or shall I repeat any part of it?"

Dad had fallen on his head. That was the only answer to why he said what he did!

"Well?"

"I guess, okay, but I don’t have very many clothes. This is about it."

"We’ll take care of that, just don’t go overboard" Dad said, then looked at mom. "Get her whatever she needs, just don’t break us."

Dad returned to work, leaving mom and I at the table. To say I was nervous does not quite cover it. Dad had made what was essentially a complete reversal in his position, while mom merely sat there. Confused at this turn of events I expected dad to insist that I wear some kind of fluffy, frilly, lacy little dress with white tights, but no, he said I would dress like any girl my age. That included jeans since a lot of girls wore them. Still shaken by what dad had said, I missed what mom said.

"Megan!"

"Sorry, what?"

"I asked you if you would like to do a little shopping today? Maybe we can get you a few things at a time. You certainly need bras and panties, some skirts and blouses, a few more pairs of shoes, and maybe, if we have time, we’ll get you some more earrings."

"Today?"

"Right now. You’re all dressed up, which means that you’ll be able to try on the clothes for proper fit."

"But someone might see me!"

"Oh that! Well, what did you plan on doing all summer long? Stay in the house? No dear, you wanted to be a girl, and you will be, but you will also be well dressed, well mannered, and go everywhere we go. Of course your friends will see you, but it’s up to you to make sure they see a girl and not just a boy in a dress. Now, shall we go?"

The rules were easy. All I have to do is become a girl in every way, and be good enough not to have any of my friends find out, no matter what the situation. Mom was less harsh than dad, but she would see to it that whatever dad said I had to do was done. I looked up at her, then stood and followed her out the door. Shopping. At the mall. I could hardly wait to be laughed right out of the place. Don’t misunderstand, I had dreamed of this very thing many times, but it was all fantasy and wishing. Now that it was happening, I had that cold ugly feeling creeping down my back. You know the one. When you just know that your life is about to end, and there isn’t one thing you can do about it. I sat in the car as mom drove us to the mall. On the way over…

"Because you’ll need them every day, I think we might as well get you some very good breasts forms first, and I know just the place."

With a little prodding, she and I walked through the mall, then into a small shop on the far end of the West concourse. As I looked around I saw pictures of breasts, bottoms, and narrow waists, then my eyes fell on the young girl at the counter and my heart sunk. She wasn’t much older than I was!

"Can I help you?"

"Yes. My daughter is not developing as fast as the other girls, and we wondered if you had anything that could help."

"It’s a common problem. For some girls, the boob fairy was not kind, so they come here for help, and we fix what nature forgot."

"Great! Can you look at Megan? She is very shy, but needs the help."

"Of course. I’ll get my mother. Step in the room please."

Embarrassed beyond belief, all I could do was follow my mother into the smallish room and wait. Soon an older woman emerged from an office, then, as the young girl told her what we wanted, she was all business. I was told to take my blouse off, then, when I unhooked my bra, the two shoulder pads fell on the floor. Mom picked them up and without a word, smile or even a frown, the woman measured my chest, referred to a chart, then picked a pair of boxes from the shelf.

"These can be adhered to the chest, and as long as you take them off every ten days or so, she can wear them until she begins to develop." Turning to my mother she asked, "May I?"

"Of course. Megan might as well learn to get used to them now rather than later."

Without a word the woman stuck them on my chest, pushing the seams down tightly. Then she measured me again and announced that I was now a full A cup, in a 36. Since the bra I had worn in no longer fit, mom put it in a bag, paid the bill, and after I put the blouse back on, we left. With every step the pull of those breast on my chest felt so different, but my urge to touch them was held back because of where we were. Every bounce, each movement sideways sent shivers of delight through me, and I made a conscious effort not to smile. But I’m sure that mom knew how I felt. Our first stop was the lingerie shop in a huge department store.

"You know what size you need, why don’t you pick out three bras, then go in the booth and put one on. I’ll be over there."

Mom pointed at the nightgowns, robes and panty section. She left me standing there, so I looked around, managing to find the right size, then I began to look at the different styles and colors. I picked a white one, kind of plain but real soft, one in beige that had lace trim on it, and another white one that was front hook. In the booth I put on the plain white one, fumbled with the adjustments, then, when I had it right, I went to find mom. She handed me three nightgowns, two were nylon, the other plain cotton, and a fuzzy white robe. She paid the bill, and as we walked away, she asked me how I felt about having boobs. It slipped out, really.

"Oh I love it mother! They look so normal!"

Then I realized what I had said. Mom merely smiled, but didn’t say anything. In the Junior department she let me pick out four skirts, three dresses and some blouses and tops. One dress she insisted on and we added it to the pile. Then she told me to pick out a swimsuit, one that was two piece!

"But mom!"

"Just do it Megan, or I will pick one myself."

Mom would do it too, so I walked over and looked through the racks until I found one that has what is called "Boy pants", and had a full cut top. It was red and white with blue piping. After that came a pair of shorts, jeans and more shoes. Gym shoes that were white with pink laces, flats in black, red and white, low heels in black and white. On the way out of the mall I was a padded pantybrief in the window of one of those fantasy stores, asked mom to get me one, and she did. On the way home she stopped at he salon and took me inside. It was my very first time inside a salon and had no idea what to expect, but it smelled bad in there.

"Megan, since you will have to learn how to take care of your own hair, in a feminine style now, I think it would be better if it wasn’t quite as long as it is now. I won’t make you get it cut, but shorter is easier, and it will grow out if you don’t like it. Care to try it?"

Just then mom’s usual stylist walked over.

"Hi Mary. Who is this enchanting young lady?"

"This is my daughter Megan. She and I were discussing her getting shorter hair. Can you help her pick something out?"

"Of course. Megan, if you would sit there, we can look in the books I have."

The stylist name was Jenny, and she was very patient as we looked in her books. I liked my long hair because for so long it was my only sign of my femininity. As I looked in the mirror I saw the twin mounds pressing out against my blouse, and realized just how silly it was to think that my hair was all I had to make me a girl. I had boobs now! Jenny put her finger on a picture, and almost insisted that she let her cut my hair that way, so I gave in and said yes. Shorter? Oh yes, but also blond and curly. Dad was going to freak out, but he is the one that insisted on this, so I gave the go ahead. Like mom said, I could let it grow or cut it all off, whatever I needed to do. I was there for almost two hours as my hair was cut, dyed, permed and styled, my nails were filed, tapered, added to and painted a soft red. They also pierced my ears again and put in gold studs. Mom had left me there, telling me she had some errands to run, so when she returned, I was all done and waiting for her. In one day I had gained my own boobs, a very nice wardrobe, had my hair and nails done, and never felt more feminine. When mom set her eyes on me for the first time I thought she was going to faint.

"Megan! You look so different!"

"Like it? Jenny said I would look good in this cut."

"She was right honey, you look fabulous!"

Grinning, she and I walked out to the car, then she drove us home. On the way…

"You father is going to have the big one Megan, you know that don’t you?"

"I was happy before he started this mother. You can’t punish me for looking like I do, I can’t help it."

"I know that dear, it’s just that you haven’t blinked even once today. First those boobs were stuck on, then the clothes, which I let you pick out yourself, then having your hair and nails done. I expected at least some resistance, but not you, oh no. You jumped right in and willingly did it all. Then, when I saw you, and saw how pretty you really are, I knew that what your father did was the wrong thing. You want to be a girl, and all he did was make that possible!"

"Neat, isn’t it? We all get what we want, and nobody gets hurt."

"And why is that?"

"Easy! Dad gets to punish me, but I get to be a girl at his direction, which is what I wanted anyway, and you get the daughter you always wanted. Everybody wins."

Mom looked at me and all at once the look on her face told me she understood. If anyone did figure out who I really was, I could tell them that my dad insisted that I dress this way, which is true, and he could not deny it. The fact that this is exactly what I wanted would not even come up. That’s why I was so happy. Even I did not figure it out until that woman stuck the breasts on my chest, but as we walked through the mall and I felt my unbound breasts bouncing, I knew it. I also knew that I could go anywhere and be safe enough, even if someone did see me as a boy. Mom merely looked at me, then she began to giggle, and finally, she laughed.

"When your father figures out what he has done he’ll go nuts Megan. But there isn’t anything he can do about it, what with that perm, those nails and boobs of yours. He is going to have a daughter whether he wants one or not!"

Just then we pulled up in the driveway, and mom and I took all of my new clothes to my room. I spent an hour cleaning out my closet to make room for them. I put my male underwear, pajamas, and socks in a bag and took it to the basement along with my shirts and pants. Then mom and I used two small square tables pushed together to make a vanity of sorts. I had no makeup of my own yet, so I didn’t really need a vanity, then mom put a bag of cosmetics, a curling iron, brush, hair spray and mirror on the vanity and told me to set it up any way I wanted. Dad was definitely going to freak out. Since I had the upper hand at the moment, I decided to go all out. Washed my face, then opened the bag of cosmetics and began to do my makeup.

I used the least amount of foundation I could, then powder, soft green eye shadow with black eyeliner, peach blusher and soft red lipstick to match my nails. Then I stripped naked. I had read of a trick on the Internet, and used the wide, flesh colored bandage to pull my manhood into my body. Then the panties, but instead of wearing the padded pantybrief, I took out the pads and shoved them under my panties. Then I put on a normal pantybrief and pantyhose. One of the bras I had bought was a Pushemup, the front hook one. As I fastened the hook I felt my breasts rising into the cups, and when I looked in the mirror I was very happy with the results. I had impressive cleavage! I picked out the white dress with the short skirt and slipped it over my head, zipped it up, then widened the collar so that some of my budding cleavage was visible. Then I stepped into the white heels, made the belt as tight as I could, and added just a hint of perfume. I was ready.

A quick glance at the clock told me that dad would be home soon, so I waited. It was about ten minutes. I heard the door open, waited a few more minutes, then as casually as possible walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Dad heard me come in, turned, and saw me. His mouth dropped open, his eyes went wide, and as I walked to the fridge to get a soft drink, I heard what sounded like a gurgle.

"Honey, this is Megan. She worked very hard today so she would look exactly as you told her too. Isn’t she pretty?"

"You…you, you got ti…boobs! Your hair! What the hell happened to your hair?"

"Like it? I had it done just for you! You said I have to be a girl for two months, and that means that I have to look like a girl don’t I? I only did what you said dad!"

"I told you" mom said, "that Megan would look beautiful, and she did do what you said. She is dressed as a girl her age, and she does have a point, two months is a long time, and to reduce the chance that she would be found out, she did what she had to do to protect herself. Myself, I think Megan is a doll."

Dad had nowhere to turn. He was trapped by his own words, but the surprising thing was the way mom stepped in and backed me. I had figured her to be more anxious about this. Dad stomped off to his office and stayed there while mom and I made dinner. It seemed to me that dad had not expected me to look like I do. He expected to see a clown, not a young girl, complete with hips and boobs, short blond hair and manicured nails, her makeup well done. Mom and I did not mention dad while we made dinner, but I was sure that dad was going to tell me to change back to my old clothes. The surprise would be when we told him that I could not. The boobs were stuck on for quite a while. He was going to have to live with it. It turned out I was wrong. Dad merely told me that since I was a girl now, I would have to help mom clean the house, do the shopping and so on. Big deal. I do that now.

My elation at being able to dress as a girl evaporated the next morning when mom insisted that I do my hair and makeup before I went out. Since I had no intention of going anywhere, I didn’t understand why. In my room I discovered that with a few simple brush strokes, my hair popped back into place! I did my makeup, then got dressed in a skirt and blouse with flats before I ventured back down the stairs. Mom and I ate breakfast, then she told me we had a full day, as we were going grocery shopping, for ourselves and Mrs. Kent, the lady down the street!

"All girls your age know how to shop, and you will be no different. I’m also going to teach you how to cook as well as a few other things. Your father thinks that making you learn to do what he considers women’s work will make you give up on this. Personally, I think he’s full of it. Now get your purse and lets go."

Again, there was no discussion. She told me what to do, and I had to do it. Mrs. Kent lives a few doors down, a widow of many years and now confined to short walks with her walker. I like her.

"Why don’t you walk down to Mrs. Kent’s and see what she needs? I’ll be along in a few minutes."

"But she won’t know who I am!"

"Just introduce yourself and tell her I’ll be along. She’ll let you in. She will have her list ready, but check it anyway, and make sure that she has everything written down. Now go on, and don’t forget your purse."

I opened the door, not quite sure as I was before about being a girl all of the time. But that was over now, and I knew it. I Stepped out of the house by myself for the first time, shut the door, and walked off the porch. My short skirt made me feel naked all of a sudden. I had to pass three houses before I stepped on Mrs. Kent’s porch. Ringing the bell would mean that I would risk exposing myself as a boy dressed as a girl, but mom sounded very sure of things, and I really had no choice. My finger touched the button and I heard the soft whir inside. Mrs. Kent moved slowly, yet it was not long before she opened the door. Even as short as I am, she is shorter. Maybe only 4’7" now, but Mrs. Kent has bright blue eyes and a soft gentle smile that gave her wrinkled face a certain charm.

"Yes?"

"Hi. I’m Megan. My mom asked me to come over and get your shopping list. She said to tell you she would be right over as soon as she does a few things."

Mrs. Kent looked me over from head to toe then opened the door wide and let me in.

"Are you Mary’s daughter?"

"Yes Ma’am."

"I didn’t know she had a daughter! I thought she had a son."

Great! What now? I fell back on my dad and let him take the rap.

"She does Ma’am. That’s me. I did something wrong, and my dad told me to dress this way as punishment. To make it easier for everyone, I use the name Megan."

"I see. Well, the list is on the kitchen table dear. You better check it though, my memory isn’t what it used to be."

I turned to go into the kitchen and did not see her smiling at my back. I checked her list, then added salt and flour, a loaf of bread and bacon. I heard the doorbell again and heard mom walk in, then the soft murmur of voices. I put the list in my purse and joined mom and Mrs. Kent. A few minutes later we left for the store.

"Mrs. Kent thinks you’re quite pretty."

"She’s also got bad eyes mom."

"Not that bad. She says that you told her your father was making you dress this way as punishment."

"It was his idea mom, not mine, remember? I was happy just dressing up once in a while."

"That’s true, but in the future, it might be better to just tell everyone that you are our daughter and let it go at that. Okay?"

"Whatever."

I pushed the cart while mom added things to it as we went up and down the aisles. In the meat section I actually got cold. I wasn’t used to being essentially naked from mid thigh down, and the thin blouse I had on did nothing to keep me warm either. Mom told me to get used to it. As we walked down one aisle mom told me to get her tampons for her, which I did, then she told me to get the Juniors. Since I was supposedly the only Junior girl in the house, that could mean only one thing. I was about to say no when she pointed at the tampons, then at the basket. her unspoken message was clear. Get them. I added a package to the cart. In the cosmetics and knick knack section mom added some ribbons in different colors and told me to pick out two lipsticks that I liked. Once we had our shopping done we loaded the car and went home.

"Just why do I need tampons mother? You know I don’t need them."

"I’m afraid that you do. All girls your age need them, one week a month usually."

"But I don’t have anyplace to put…. Oh no! I won’t do that!"

Mom did not answer me. We delivered Mrs. Kent’s groceries and while I put them away, mom went home.

I was putting things in the cupboards when…

"Have you met my Great Grandson Mathew?"

"Yes Ma’am."

I had met him. He was a self centered, pig headed slob that thought that he was the center of the universe, and all women should fall at his feet. I didn’t like him before, and certainly wasn’t going to like him now that I was dressing as a girl all of the time.

"You don’t like him do you Megan?"

"No Ma’am."

"What if I told you he has changed his ways?"

"Is he dead?" It was a cruel thing to say and instantly regretted it, but Mrs. Kent laughed and shook her head no.

"No dear. His sisters have convinced him to behave another way. He’ll be here this afternoon, and I would like it if you stopped by at say, two o’clock."

Her twinkling bright eyes showed no signs of hiding anything, so I said that I would be there. Shortly after that I went home and helped mom put away the rest of the food stocks. When mom handed me the Junior tampons she told me that it was time I learned what women had to go through, and that I was to go to my room and she would show me. Once again I said no, but took the package and went to my room anyway. Within fifteen minutes mom showed up.

"Any fool can dress as a girl Megan, but to truly understand most things, a person should experience everything, and this is one of them. I am not going to force you to do this, but I think you should at least try it. I’ll show you how things work, and after this you can use them as you see fit." We stared at each other, then..."Well?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Not at all. In fact, it might even be quite pleasant for you."

I had no idea what she meant at the time. Under her direction, I pulled my panties down as mom showed me how to use the applicator. With a little lubrication and a shove, the tampon slid into me. It felt strange, that’s for sure, then it hit something inside and I almost had an erection. I pulled up my panties, leaving the string out. Mom left while I finished getting dressed. As I walked back downstairs the tampon moved with me, causing me great joy as it kept touching me inside. I didn’t think I would mind wearing a tampon. A few minutes before two I grabbed my purse, touched up my lipstick and left the house for Mrs. Kent’s. I rang the bell and was admitted by Carol, her Granddaughter.

"You must be Megan! Grandma told us you might be over. Let me introduce you to Matty. Matty, come out here. There’s someone to meet you."

I watched the doorway and saw someone my age walk out. But this someone wore a blue velvet dress held out almost straight by the petticoats. The dress was trimmed in white lace, she wore white tights and white patent leather MaryJanes. Around her neck was a string with her binky tied to it. Her hair was pure blond, done in long pigtails with a royal blue ribbon tied in a bow on the end of each one. It was also clear that she wore a diaper and plastic pants. It took me a minute before I recognized Mathew!

"The poor dear is just up from her nap. Matty, come over here and meet Megan."

He looked just pitiful, and he hated it. He did not move, so Carol went over, took his hand in hers, and almost dragged him over to me. Up close I could see that he wore light makeup as well.

"Matty only has a few more days to go, and if she behaves herself we will let her go back to wearing pants again. But for every infraction, she has another day added. So far she has added a week, but that is almost over now. Isn’t it Matty?"

Watching him was hard. "Yeth Mummy. Jeth a few more dayths." He looked like he was about to cry, and I wanted to leave.

"Megan, would you watch him for a few hours? I have to take Grandma to the doctors."

"But I…"

"She won’t be any problem. I’ll put her harness on her. That way you can keep track of her. She has a habit of trying to take her clothes off, which is why she has to wear those mittens. She can stay in the back yard while we’re gone."

Without a word Carol secured a bright red leather harness around Matty, making the buckles tight in the back, then fastening a long tether to it. While I watched she took Matty out the back door and slipped the tether to the runner in the back yard.

"We’ll only be a few hours Megan. You two have a nice time."

Carol left as Matty sat on the porch and started to cry. Clearly Mathew was getting a very serious lesson from a bunch of very determined sisters and mother. I felt bad for him, but visions of the way I had been dressed when my parents found me leapt to my mind and I realized that I looked as stupid as Matty does now.

"You can quit lisping Matty. It looks like your sisters decided to get even and change your attitude."

"Three weeks!"

"Three weeks what?"

"Three weeks I have had to dress this way! They take me everywhere like this! I hate it!"

"Maybe, if you asked them, they would let you dress as a girl your own age."

"What!"

"Think about it. If you looked like a girl your own age, and you tried real hard, maybe nobody would know that you are a boy."

"I have exactly two more days of this and I will be free of it. Why would I ask them to make me look like a girl my own age?"

He had a point and I let it drop. It was obvious that he thought I was a girl, so I let him. He sat on the porch until we heard the front door open, then he stood up and waited for his mother to come out and get him.

"Was she a good girl for you?"

"Just fine. She behaved herself the entire time." I wasn’t going to add to his troubles, I had enough of my own.

Carol gave me a ten for watching Matty, and I went home, shaken to the core. That could easily have been me if my dad had phrased things differently. I shuddered to think of it. Also, I did not mention Mathew’s change to anyone. That was his business, and I didn’t want to give my dad any ideas. As nervous as I was sometimes, I was light years ahead of poor Matt. Mom and I made dinner that night and later, I changed into one of those thin nightgowns mom had bought for me. I was surprised at how short it was on me, and more, how my breastforms looked through the sheer material. I had a fleeting thought that maybe I should just show up in the familyroom like this, but knew better. Mom would have a hissy fit. I wrapped the new robe around myself but left it loose. Then I walked back to the familyroom. Dad looked up for a moment, then went back to his computer. That lasted just a heartbeat.

He looked up at me again. The robe had fallen open and he could see my right breast clear as day. And of course, it looked real, right down to the nipple. He choked just as mom walked in and I quickly tightened the robe. I had managed to do what I set out to do, which was to shake up dad without getting into trouble. I went to bed later, appearing in the kitchen still in my robe.

"Your father saw your breast last night. He almost choked when he told me about it Megan. I’m sure it was an accident, but now he knows that you have breasts. I had to tell him that they would be there all summer again. You’ll have to be more careful Megan. Men react differently when they see certain parts of a women."

"Okay mom. I’ll be more careful."

"Did you get a chance to meet Matty?"

How did she know about Matty? "Yea. Carol made him show himself, then I had to baby sit him for a few hours! I didn’t like that at all mom!"

"We all know that something needed to be done Megan. He was so mean to girls of all ages!"

"Yea, but…"

"In a few days he will be back to himself and we’ll see if it changed him any. If it didn’t, I shudder to think what his mother will do next. Myself, I’ll bet he behaves a lot better."

There was a message buried in what mom had said, and I got it. If I do not behave in a manner a girl my age would, I could find myself back in little girl dresses in a hot minute. I went outside and sat on the back porch, which is where I was when mom opened the door and stepped out with Cindy. She and I had known each other since grade school, and there was no way I could ever convince her I was really a girl.

"Cindy, this is Megan. You girls stay here while I get you some iced tea."

Cindy sat down across from me, her eyes wide as she looked me over from head to toe and back again. "That’s a perm, those nails are acrylic, and those babies are not rolled up socks! You have changed since I last saw you!"

"A little I guess."

"A little! Hell, you look better than some of my girlfriends!"

"Thanks."

"Want to walk over to the super mart and just hang out?"

"You’re not afraid to be seen with me this way?"

"Afraid? Megan, you are just about as cute as any girl can get! Come on. Get your purse and lets go."

At her urging I did what she wanted, told mom where we were going, which is when mom told me to get a better foundation and gave me some money. Cindy and I both wore short skirts and pullover tops, except that hers showed off her belly button. We both wore gym shoes. It was a totally new experience to be with a girl my age, and simply be accepted as a girl by her. Cindy is cute by any standard, the atypical cute button nose, a wide smile in a bow shape, clear green eyes and auburn hair. Then of course she has a body to die for. I walked beside her, wondering why she accepted the changes in me so easily. By the time we had walked halfway I asked her.

"Silly girl! How long have we known each other?"

"Forever it seems."

"Right. And how many girls our age are there around here?"

"Not many…Janet, and…"

"Janet is a year older than us, which leaves exactly zero. Now we have each other!"

"We do?"

"You have been a girl for what? A few days at best? I can help you and you know it! Plus, I get a new girlfriend that isn’t across town. We can do a lot of stuff together Megan, and maybe its time we got to know each other better. Don’t you?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that maybe your father put you in dresses, but you must have wanted to wear one anyway or you wouldn’t look so darned good! A perm and nails, boobs that look real to me, no… you like this, and probably always wanted to be a girl. If you didn’t like it, you would not have let all this happen to you."

Damn she was so close to the truth that it made me wonder if mom had told her everything, but I knew better. Cindy had figured it out on her own. That much I knew for sure.

"Dad thinks he is punishing me Cindy, and I want him to continue that thought for as long as possible, okay?"

"You bet!"

At the super mart we went straight to the cosmetics aisle where Cindy gave me a lesson in buying makeup. I must have tried six different colors on my face before Cindy said I had it. Honey Beige by Maybelline, number six. I took the bottle, tossed it in the cart, then followed Cindy to the lingerie section. It was also where they kept the swimsuits.

"Do you have a suit Megan?"

"Um, no, and I don’t want one either."

"But why!? Having a swimsuit does not mean that you have to go to the beach silly. Wearing a suit lets you get a tan all over, especially if your in your own yard. Now lets find you a nice one!"

"But I don’t see why I have to…"

"Megan! Pick out at least three, then go try them on. I’ll even go in with you. Just step in, try on the suit, then let me see."

"But…"

"Megan!"

Of the three suits I tried on, two were two piece, and of course, Cindy selected the white one with the red flowers on it. She said it looked the best, but I saw her eyes go wide when she saw that my boobs looked just as real as hers did. In the end, I bought it and we walked back to my house. Cindy went home, but promised to come by the next morning. I went in and was immediately assaulted by the smell of fresh bread baking. Mom asked me what was in the bag since she expected a small bottle of foundation. I held up the two piece swimsuit, saw her smile, then asked me to try it on for her.

"Now?"

"Any reason why not? You did buy it after all. Go change and come back. Go on now."

I could not think of a reason not to try it on, so I went to my room and undressed. I was tempted to leave the panties on, but thought better of it. I did however make sure that there was no bulge and I had a smooth front, just like a girl. I did use the foam pads on my hips, but the way the suit was cut hid them nicely. The top was all strings, but after I managed to tie them off, I had to admit that my boobs did look real, and in this suit, I had a ton of cleavage. I slipped my gym shoes back on and walked back to the familyroom. Mom took one look and dropped her knitting. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opened but no words came out. I posed this way and that, then bent at the waist. My breasts hung there, wrapped in about six square inches of material. I was about to stand up when I heard…

"Ahem."

I stood up, turned, and saw dad standing there! He wasn’t supposed to see me this way!

"I…we, have a dinner date tonight. I came home early to give everyone a chance to change clothes, but our dinner guest is from out of town, so I brought him home with me."

"Honey, you should have called first!"

"Daddy!"

"I know, I know. Let me introduce you to Mike. He will be joining the firm at the first of next week."

Then, out stepped a tall, handsome man with a rugged face and muscles out to there. Mike was about dad’s age. He looked at me, then mom, and smiled as he apologized.

"Megan and I better go change then. Megan, come with me."

I scampered as fast as I could in the suit without falling out, following mom up the stairs. I went into my room, unsure of what to wear. I stripped off that suit as quick as I could, slipped on my panties and bra, then opened the closet to find something suitable for going out to dinner. This had not been planned on, so all mom and I had bought were clothes that were more casual. About the best I could do was a simple black skirt, straight cut and mid thigh on me, a red blouse and black heels. In the bath I washed off my makeup, shaved again, then sat down to do my makeup. I was done just as mom walked in to check on me. She made a few corrections, then we walked down together.

Dinner was fine, and Mike was a perfect gentleman. However, during dinner he mentioned that his son was about my age, and suggested that perhaps we could all get together that weekend at the companies country club. All of us, dad included knew what that meant, but there wasn’t any way to get out of it, so dad graciously said that we would look forward to it.

"Bring a swimsuit Megan, there is a huge pool out back, and don’t worry, I’m sure that you and our daughter Jill can mange to keep our son Ben in line."

I did not say a word. This was getting out of hand in a hurry. By the time we got home I was furious that dad had gotten me into a situation that might cause all of us great harm if I screwed up. The minute we were in the house I lit into him, explaining just how crazy this was. Then mom started in on him. By the time we were done chewing on him he just sat there with a glum look on his face. He knew what he had done, the question was why.

"I just thought that by making Megan go out like that, well, she would quit this nonsense."

"Dad! I can’t quit! Remember? My boobs are stuck on for the summer at least, maybe more! Just how would I hide them as a boy?"

"She’s right and you know it!" Mom was on a roll now, so I stood back. "Megan has become a lovely young lady! She has friends like Cindy to be with, and you try and pull a stunt like this! Is there any chance that we can get out of this?"

"Sure" dad said, "All I have to do is stick my career in a blender and turn it on. Mike is going to be my new boss, and I am up for promotion next. That will mean a lot more money, status, a bigger office and so on. It probably wouldn’t be the smartest thing in the world to do, but I will if you insist."

"We’ll talk about it and let you know" mom said as she took my hand.

I went in my room, undressed and slipped on a nightgown then went to bed. Something had been nagging me all night. I had seen something somewhere that would end the problem of Mr. Wonderful in my panties. Then I remembered. I had found a company on the Internet that could turn Mr. Wonderful into Miss Wonderful. They made a special kind of panty! In the morning I went on line before breakfast, and found the site that I had remembered. I printed everything out, in full color of course, then got dressed. I wore a pair of jeans and a top, no bra and just panties. I didn’t even wear makeup. Dad was gone by then, so I showed mom what I had printed, just letting her read it and make up her own mind. When she was done…

"It would solve a lot of problems wouldn’t it. I mean, I could wear anything, any time, maybe even change with the girls and not be caught. Dad started this knowing full well what he was doing, then, just when I thought he had accepted the obvious, he did it again mom! With this, I can really be the girl I have to be. It’s not my choice of course, but…"

"Not your choice huh. Right. Then why did you know about this? Never mind, I can guess." Mom looked at the pictures, read the article again, then I saw her smile. "This would send your father right over the edge, you know that don’t you?"

"Why mom? So far dad is the one calling all the shots. All we’re doing is reacting to them. If he wants me to meet some boy my age, and pretend to be a girl, then I should at least have the same protection any other girl has, and that’s having the right kind of parts. I can imagine what would happen if I fell out at the wrong time."

"I think your right, but somehow I think that you planned this all along. Fortunately your father has once again set it up for you. Go put some makeup on and we’ll get the stuff described here."

It took about three hours to find the right colors using the directions, then, when we got home mom made all of the measurements and I wrote them on the form, added dad’s credit card number, and sent it via e-mail. I walked over to see Cindy, and we spent the day in her room playing makeup like a couple of teeny boppers. When I left for home I looked like a hyperactive twelve year old. Big eyes done in bright blue and gray, deep, wide eyeliner in black, cherry red lipstick and I had a banana clip in my hair. I felt great. To tweak dad again I went up and changed into my bikini but didn’t change my makeup or hair. He almost fainted when he saw me. Mom merely laughed. I went up and put on some shorts but left the top on, to show him how much of girl I was. He still hated it.

Three days later my special garment arrived. Mom wanted to help me get it on, but I asked her to let me do it alone and she relented. In my room, once I was naked, I opened the box and saw it for the first time. Ugly is what it was, but it was what men had fought over for years. The pubic hair was the exact color of my hair, and the skin tone of the latex matched my own skin so well that it was scary. I stepped into it, pulled it almost all the way on, then slipped myself into the sheath provided before I pulled it all the way on. I looked in the mirror and saw perfection. Unable to contain myself, I called for mom to join me. One look was all it took for her to see just how well made it was.

"Let me get the adhesive" she said, then she carefully used it to glue down all of the seams. The ones in the back had to be done real well or infection could set in. The panty was made with hips in perfect proportion to my frame, the bottom open at the back, which is why it had to be so well glued, and the seams all fell into the joint at my hips. I looked as normal as any girl my age. "Now you can wear your tampon in the right place Megan. Why don’t you try it? The instructions say that you can."

"Not yet mom. Let me get used to this first."

I pulled my panties back on and it was obvious that the tapering front I now had was perfectly formed. I also noticed that my panties seemed to fold into my vagina a bit. It was very exciting, because now I had everything I needed to prove I was a girl. According to the instructions, I could even have sex if I wanted to! Mom and I agreed that we would not tell dad anything about the panty, or even that I had one until he found out on his own. Even then he did not need to know that I could have sex with a boy. That would really set him off. As soon as I had my bra on mom left and I stared into the mirror. Other than a slightly pudgy middle, I now looked like any other girl. Only the truth of it was that it was all silicone, foam, makeup and nerve. But it was far more than I ever imagined, and delighted in the way things had turned out. I pulled on some shorts and a top, went down the stairs and told mom I was walking over to Cindy’s house.

Cindy was in her room, but her mother told me to go on up, so I rapped on her door once before I walked in. I caught Cindy playing discover with herself. As she quickly covered herself up she grinned at me. Before, just the thought of seeing Cindy naked would have made me unable to walk, what with a very erect, manly obstacle in the way. Now, nothing. Not a peep from Mr. Wonderful. Then I remembered. The panty had a small part that inhibited an erection. Cindy started to say something, and it hit me. I raised my hand to silence her, then slid my shorts and panties down in a single stroke, flipped my top over my head, released my bra, and let it fall to the floor. I stood there naked as she was. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide as she groped for words.

"Damn it Megan! How do you do that?"

"What?"

"You know what I mean. You look just like I do for Christ’s sake!"

"Oh! You mean this?" I put my hand on my sex and smiled at her.

We both started laughing, then we both got dressed. While I was fastening my bra,

"Just how real is that? I mean, can you…"

"Can I have sex? Yea, but I’m not going to, I’m not that kind of girl."

"Right. The first time some guy sticks his tongue in your ear your panties will hit the floor faster than a dropped glass and you know it Megan. I mean, you didn’t go to all this trouble just to say no, did you?"

Cindy was jealous! "Not true! You don’t do that, so what makes you think I will? All I ever wanted was to be a girl, and right now, I’m as close as I’ll probably ever get Cindy. I can’t even get…excited!" I almost said "a hard on", but that would have sounded silly.

Then I told her about this dinner dad had set up, and she offered to loan me a dress. Without a word she went in her closet and pulled out several for me to try on. The first was a lilac colored dress that looked okay, but the color just wasn’t me. The next was a dark blue sheath dress that really looked nice, but the third one was an all black cocktail dress. Square cut neckline, fitted bodice to a narrow waist, a flaring satin skirt with a chiffon overlay that was just above my knees. The top was held up with two thing satin straps. It was wonderful!

"If you wear a waist cincher and a push up bra, you’ll look smashing!"

I said I would take the dress, then we regressed back to little girls and once again started playing with different looks. Cindy did my hair in small bunches on top of my head, making it look as if I had mouse ears on, and once again I wore some very outlandish makeup. But Cindy and I also talked, about boys mostly, and she gave me the scoop on them. I thought I knew it all because, well, I am a boy, but she really set me straight. She told me how to flirt without being blatant about it, then how to turn a guy off if I had to, or wanted to. Then she and I walked back to my house together while I carried the dress. Mom took one look at us and just smiled. I hung up the dress, then mom said she wanted to talk to both of us.

"I am willing to bet that Megan told you all about her secrets, if she didn’t show you", (that made us both smile and mom knew that I had showed her) "But Megan is still a boy under all of that stuff, and I am worried about you two. You (she pointed at Cindy) are a real girl, and Megan is a real boy no matter how she looks. Naked boys and girls in the same room alone bother me."

"Mom, you know that I can’t get the panty off unless you help me!"

"Unless someone helps you mean."

The thought had crossed my mind when I saw Cindy naked, but it quickly passed. I wanted to be a girl, and getting excited by another girl was not in my plans. Nor were boys. I was content to have things remain just as they were. But mom did not seem angry, she was just stating her concerns. It was Cindy that said all.

"Mrs. Grant, I don’t make it with girls, and Megan is a girl! I know that for sure! I saw her!"

"As long as you girls understand what I mean, I will wait and see how it goes." Mom turned to me and said, "Your father called. It seems as if his new boss invited more than just us to the party, and has asked me to ask Cindy if she would like to join us. It’s going to be a fancy party Cindy, do you have a dress?"

"She loaned me her best one mom."

"No I didn’t. That black dress looks okay, but not on me. I have one I didn’t show you. I’ll wear that one."

"Alright then. Be here at noon on Saturday Cindy. We are all treating ourselves at the salon!"

Just then I heard a knock on the door and went to see who it was. Opening the door I saw Mathew standing there!

"Hi."

"Hi Matty. I see you’ve changed." And he had. He now looked like a normal teenage girl. His hair had been done in a pageboy, his makeup light and very nice, his nails were a soft pearly pink. He wore a short pleated pink skirt with a white top and white gym shoes. His lipstick was also pink. "Come in."

Cindy quickly joined me, and we hustled Matty into the familyroom, leaving mom standing there alone.

"What happened? You only had two days left to go!"

"My sister Connie pinched me on the ass, and I smacked her up side her head. She told mom it wasn’t provoked and she believed Connie, even after I showed her the bruise Connie left. I just couldn’t face one more day in those baby clothes, so I did what you suggested. I asked them to let me dress as a normal girl my age."

"How long" Cindy asked.

"A month. I have to dress this way for a month. But Connie has to wear those baby clothes now because she lied to mom."

Then she started to cry. Cindy and I sat on each side of her, letting her cry it out. When her sobs finally quit, Cindy suggested that the she and I help Matty look and feel better. I knew how Matty felt. She had found out she liked to wear dresses, but she was seriously afraid to admit it, just like I had been. Matty did not know that I was a boy, but that didn’t matter right then. Cindy and I framed her, then we went up to my room as mom watched us. Once the door was shut we wiped away all of her tear stained makeup and removed her wig. I was surprised to see that her own hair had been pinned up. Cindy let it down and began to brush it out as I watched. Slowly she managed to brush out the tangles, then, using a curling iron and a few rollers, Cindy created a very nice, full hairdo for Matty. Then we redid her makeup for her, using more eyeshadow, eyeliner and a brighter blusher. All at once a girl emerged, a girl that while not beautiful, was clearly a fine specimen. Matty saw the difference, and began to smile for the first time since I first saw her.

My mom came in right about then, and right behind her came Matty’s mother. They locked eyes, shock on her mothers face, because Matty now looked very presentable, and hatred in Matty’s eyes for what her mother had done to her.

"Megan, Cindy, come with me please." I looked at Matty…"Now girls!"

Mom shut the door and took us to the kitchen. "Matty’s mother wanted to talk to her in private. It took her several tries before she found her, and no, I have no idea what is going on. But as long as Matty is in my house, she will be safe."

In about twenty minutes both Matty and her mother appeared in the kitchen. "I found out that Connie had set up Matty so that we would put him in dresses. Apparently two days as a little girl made her find her tongue. I have told Matty that he can resume his life as a boy any time she wishes."

We all looked at Matty, so nice looking now. I was half hoping that she would stay.

"I’ll wear what I have on for a while, maybe some more, but if I decide to wear pants it will be my choice, just like if I decide to wear a dress. Okay?"

Her mother nodded her head yes and broke out in tears. Mom took her into the familyroom.

Matty, Cindy and I went out on the patio where I asked the obvious question. "You were so against wearing girls clothes, why the turn around? I mean, you said…"

"I like it. Not when I was dressed in those stupid little baby dresses, but this way. I like the way I look now."

Cindy and I traded looks, then asked her if she wanted to come with us to the salon on Saturday. We told her that if she thought she looked good now, she should see herself after the professionals were done with her. It took Matty about two nanoseconds to agree. When her mother reappeared, Matty told her she was going to the salon on Saturday with us, and asked her to come along. I thought her mother was going to cry again, but she nodded her head yes. Matty and her mother left together, Cindy a little later.

Saturday morning I took a shower, cleaned all of my parts like mom had shown me, washed my hair, then got dressed in shorts and a blouse. I wore my thinnest bra and white panties and gym shoes. Mom and I picked up Cindy, then drove to the salon. Matty and her mother were already there. Cindy was first, then Matty, Mom, me and lastly, Matty’s mother. We all had our hair styled, nails done, eyebrows plucked, makeup done, and in my case, my upper lip was waxed. Ouch! But I no longer had any hair there, and it was my worst spot to shave. The pain was worth it. Jeri had done my hair, using the perm I still had, in a style that looked playful, but could be redone to look elegant easily. She showed me how. Cindy had her hair done in a Gibson, and with her auburn hair, looked stunning on her. Mom got her usual trim, Matty’s mother about the same, but Matty went all out. She had her hair frosted, set in a body perm, and cut. Now it was just at her ears, the perky curls teasing her ears while the top was a mass of curls with bangs that licked her eyebrows. Her upper lip and eyebrows, like mine and Cindy’s, had been waxed. She sat between Cindy and I while we all had our nails done. Mine needed filling, while Cindy merely needed a cleaning and polishing. Matty had a full set of acrylics put on, filed about the same length as mine, and painted a bright metallic red. Mine were a soft plum, Cindy’s pink.

Matty’s mother was shocked at what Matty had done to herself, but the smug look told her that Matty was no longer going to be intimidated by her or her sisters. She had made the choice on her own, and would live with it, just like the rest of her family. I was a bit worried about her defiant attitude, but when her mother smiled, I thought that things might work out for her. Mom, Cindy and I all went home, I went straight to my room, stripped and filled the tub with bath oils, then sank into the hot water, a razor in my hand, the foamy soap nearby. I spent two hours in the tub and felt like a prune when I got out, but every inch of my skin was smooth as a babies butt, and I smelled like a field of flowers. Great in other words.

I had bought a pair of black panties, the high cut French style, thin to the point of being no more than a wisp, and I could see right through them, the hair surrounding my sex plainly visible. I loved it. The bra was also black, one of the new uplifting bras, demi cup with lace trim, satin cups, front hook. It pushed my babies up, slapped them together, and created absolutely wonderful cleavage. I had to wear a waist nipper to make the dress look better, so I wrapped it around myself, made the hooks, and felt my waist shrink under the pressure of the elastic. Sitting at my vanity all I had to do was touch up my hair, letting it down in the elegant look Jeri had shown me how to do. I added the chandelier black onyx and white rhinestone earrings, then my perfume.

I sat on the bed, pulled on my pantyhose, then took my dress off the hanger. The dress went over my head easily, and when I zipped it up it fit just great. I stepped into the black patent leather heels, fastened the necklace that matched the earrings around my neck, then the tennis bracelet and a cheap ring I had bought. For lipstick I wore a red hot red with gloss over it. The black purse lay on the bed, so I moved my wallet, lipstick and mirror, along with some tissue to it, took one last look in the mirror, and smiled at my reflection. This is the best I had ever looked, and I felt as feminine as it is possible for a male to feel. Opening the door, I stepped out, walked down the stairs, and met dad in the foyer. His eyes went wide as he saw me, then the slow scan from head to toe, stopping briefly at my bustline before he looked me in the eye again.

"You look…beautiful! I never imagined that a boy could look as pretty as you Megan. I guess I was wrong about a lot of things. I’m sorry for the way I treated you."

I went to him, then kissed him on the cheek and whispered "thanks daddy" in his ear. His arms around me felt reassuring.

"I am guessing here, but I can’t see any way that you will willingly return to being a boy again. I think that you are going to remain here as our daughter. Am I right?"

"I would like that dad, I really would. I have always wanted to be a girl, and now that I have body for it, I can’t even think of giving it up, can you?"

"Not after seeing you tonight Megan, but we’ll talk about this some more tomorrow. Okay?"

Mom walked down the stairs, lovely beyond description. She made me feel like a little boy in a dress compared to her. My mother is a woman in every sense of the word. Lady pretty much says it all, and with her trim figure, at age 37 she still looked great. Mom wore her blue sheath with the sequins on it, low cut but floor length, a slit up to her thigh hinting at a lot, but not revealing much. Dad wore his tuxedo and looked very elegant. We picked up Cindy on the way to the country club. I cannot describe the envy I felt when I saw her. Cindy is a natural beauty, and the dress she had on enhanced every curve she had. It was a silvery white sheath, knee length with a low cut neckline and two very thin straps to hold it up. Her silver shoes glittered in the light. Dad helped her into the car, then drove us to the clubhouse. The valet that parked the car had to be envious of dad.

Mike saw us walk in and was quickly at our side. He escorted us to our table, and as the introductions were made, I saw a classmate of mine sitting there! All his eyes did was devour Cindy. He ignored me. I was seated and dinner was served, then, as the music started, my dad of all people asked me to dance! Taking his hand he led the way, and as he enveloped me in his arms, he told me I might as well learn how to dance from him. It was easy as dad is a good dancer, and by the pressure on my back I knew where he was going. I never stepped on his foot, even once. As the music started for the second number, I saw a hand tap dad on the shoulder. It was one of our table mates, a young man named Greg. Tall and nice looking, he took me into his arms and we began to move around the floor. Cindy was dancing with Ben, but Greg had my attention. For the first time in my life I was attracted to a boy. Fortunately, this one was a hunk, and I had him.

Every time he pressed his hand in my back I felt a shiver, every time his thumb brushed up against my breast I drew in a breath. I did not know how I would react if he tried to kiss me, but I would let him if he wanted to. As the night progressed, Greg and I eventually made our way outside. The golf course was there, the scent of fresh mown grass filling the air. Without any warning at all Greg pulled me close and put his lips to mine. To say I melted would be wrong. If you said I quivered then melted you would be more accurate. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I eagerly let him hold me tight and taste me. Then he broke away and we went inside where all of the ladies decided to hit the restrooms all at the same time, including me. We all used a stall, touched up our lipstick, primped our hair and checked for snagged nylons before we left for the table. That’s when Greg asked me if he could take me home, and I said yes. I told mom first, she nodded her head yes, then I told dad who choked a bit but also said yes. I loved it.

Greg drove slowly as we had the windows down to enjoy the warm night air. He’s 17, just a bit older than I am, a few months anyway, and he did as I expected him to. He parked the car a long way from my house. To say that I resisted would be a lie. Every time his lips touched mine I was on fire. When his hand caressed my leg I shivered in delight, but when he pushed me back I knew that he had reached my limit. I could feel him, hard against my leg, and I knew that given just a little encouragement from me, I would soon have my panties down around my ankles. I pushed him away and asked him to take me home, but I lay against his shoulder the entire way. It was wonderful. Greg had confirmed my femininity better than anyone. I was on cloud nine when I walked in the front door. Dad was waiting for me.

"I’m very proud of the way you handled yourself tonight Megan."

"Thanks."

"What about that boy?"

"Greg? We danced, then he brought me home. Why?"

"You left the club two hours ago."

"We…um… stopped on the way home."

"You two parked didn’t you?"

"So? I’m 17, he’s 17, he’s a boy and I’m a girl, what’s the problem dad? I didn’t do anything stupid if that’s what you want to know!"

"I wasn’t aware that you could do anything stupid as you put it, but he is a boy, and you are too! You are not a girl!"

"Yes I am! I am one hundred percent girl and I can prove it, but I won’t!"

I ran up the stairs, into my room, and shut the door a little loudly. I was angry, because I thought that dad had finally accepted me as his daughter, now he’s telling me I’m a boy! Maybe, under all of the stuff I have on I am, but right now, this minute, I’m a girl! I fell asleep dreaming of Greg. The next day I had a talk with mom about what had happened. She told me that dad was very proud of me, but he was having a hard time separating the issues. She said that dad loved the way I looked, and that made him proud. My dating was confusing him. Just then I saw Matty’s face at the door and let her in. She looked radiant, better than when she left the salon even.

"Hi Megan. Remember Zach? He and I went out last night! It was great! I never realized just how much fun being a girl could be! He asked me out tonight too."

"That’s great Matty. But how is your family taking all this?"

"Okay I guess. Connie is still in those little dresses and my other sister Beth is in a diaper. Mom told me to get lost, so here I am!"

Matty was over the edge. Anyone could see it. About a week later she tried to commit suicide and was admitted to the hospital. I hope she gets the help she needs. Cindy and Ben have seen each other every day now, so I rarely see her. Greg and I are dating now that mom and I talked to him. I’m pretty sure that mom told him that I could have sex if I wanted to, but so far, I have not crossed that bridge. I have helped Greg find relief, but I had all of my clothes on at the time, and he seemed to really like it. It wasn’t as bad as I imagined it would be. I kind of enjoyed it myself. School starts in a week, but my parents have told me that I’ll be attending an all girl school nearby. They won’t even discuss letting me take hormones until I’m 18. I guess I’ll be happy as I am. By the way, I’ll be 18 in ten months.

 

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