No Doubt                               by Janet L. Stickney                               JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

I was going to do it, there was no doubt in my mind about that! I had planned this for a long time, and now that the hour drew nearer I became antsy and began to worry that some small thing would upset my plans. My parents, sister Janice who was 13, and my brother Bob, who was 15, were about to visit some relatives in a state 500 miles away, leaving me alone to manage the house. My sister Joanne was still away at college so I would be alone for two whole weeks, two weeks that I would be able to explore something that had been nagging at me for a while now.

After the obligatory lecture, my family left on their trip. I was 17, about average in height, 5' 7",with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. I weighed about 130, my thin frame had been a constant joke in school, but I had just graduated and no longer had to endure those kinds of words. I locked the door behind myself after I watched my family drive away. Alone, I could hardly wait as I went to my room, stripped naked, and went to the bath. I had done my homework, and knew that the cream I had in my hand would remove any unwanted hair on my body. I had tried it earlier in the week to make sure my skin could stand the chemicals, and after I got no adverse reactions, I knew it would work just fine. I smeared the cream on my body and into every crack and crevice. From the eyebrows down I was covered with the smelly stuff, but I followed the directions and waited the 45 minutes recommended. When I stepped into the shower I was able to watch as all excess hair washed down the drain in a swirl of warm water. After I had washed my hair and shaved as close as possible, I dried off and used a lotion on my skin to replace the oils the cream might have rinsed away.

My damp hair lay on my shoulders as I opened the single package of panties that I had bought two weeks before. They were cotton, but that didn't matter to me, they were panties, and that was all that mattered. I stepped into them and knew that what I was about to do was right for me. I 'tucked' myself and sat on the bed so I could pull on the pantyhose. The nylon against my now bare skin was electric and the sensation it gave me sent shivers up my spine as I stood and pulled them to my waist. Since Joanne was gone, I had quietly picked out what I wanted to wear from her closet, and had put everything in a single closet bag, that still hung in her closet. I went into my sisters room, retrieved the bag, and took it to my room. I laid it on the bed and went back to the bathroom where I started my makeup. It was only the third time I had ever worn makeup, so I knew it would take some time for me to get it right.

I had watched my Mother and Joanne put their makeup on, so I at least had an idea of how to go about it. I was using some of Joanne's old makeup because her coloring was close to mine, but I didn't really care if it matched or not! I was going to wear it anyway! The foundation went on easily as I smoothed it out over my face. Next, I used a translucent powder. I waited a few minutes and brushed away the excess, leaving my skin looking soft and smooth. The eyeshadow was harder because I had no idea on what colors to use, but I selected a blue and brushed it on each eye, then used an eyeliner brush to draw a black line on each lid. Under my eyes I used a black pencil, just like I had seen Joanne do. When I was satisfied I went back to my room.

I opened the bag and took out a bra, which I slipped my arms into and fastened, then used a pair of birdseed filled nylons to pad the cups of the bra. I picked up the blouse and pulled it on, the buttons on the wrong side were not new to me, but I still struggled with them up a bit, then picked up the skirt. It was green, box pleated in the front with a zipper and a button in the back. I started to fight with the button, but then spun the skirt to the front, fastened the button and spun it back around. I stepped into the shoes, a pair of black short heeled pumps and went back to the bath. My hair was long enough, but I lacked the skills to fix it in any really feminine style, so I pulled it together, high on the back of my head, and put it in a ponytail. I brushed my bangs down, saw they were way to long, and used scissors to trim them straight across my forehead. I had been so focused on what I was doing that I missed hearing the front door open. I had just finished trimming my hair when I looked up, and saw Joanne standing there!

"Want some help?" I was tongue tied, afraid that if I opened my mouth I would cry in frustration. I had been caught, and there was no denying that it was anyone's idea but my own. There wasn't anyone else at home but me. I nodded my head yes and Joanne stepped up and took out the ponytail, letting my hair fall on my shoulders again. Without a word, she went into her room and brought back a chair for me to sit on. She wet my hair again, then started running a gel into my hair with her fingers. Then came the rollers. She wound them in a pattern which she said would look very nice on me. I had no idea how it would turn out, or look like, and I was too afraid to ask her. She put a plastic cap over the rollers and after starting the dryer, she carefully looked at my makeup. I saw her lips compress and thought the worst, but using a brush, she added some blusher to my cheeks, then tweezers to thin out my eyebrows, making them slightly arched, and with a brown pencil she made them longer and more feminine looking. Joanne left me under the dryer while she went to her room. She came back in 30 minutes, and started brushing out my hair, the once tangled mass of hair became a curly pageboy that left my newly made up face framed with soft brown curls. She smiled at me and took my hand. "Now comes the jewelry."

Joanne gave me some simple gold hoops, which I put in my already pierced ears, and as I started to admire how the earrings looked, she nudged me, and handed me a gold bracelet and necklace. I put them on and then she handed me a lipstick. I traced my mouth, outlining the natural cupids bow shape with the deep red color. As I turned to face her, she spritzed me with perfume. The soft smell of flowers hung in the air around me as I luxuriated in heady feeling of actually being dressed like a girl. Joanne took my hand and led me into the familyroom.

"Now that you are dressed, why don't you tell me why you're dressed like a girl?" I wasn't sure I could. The emotions of the moment clouded my mind, making it hard to tell her exactly what I actually felt. But, as she sat there waiting, I started by telling her about a party I had gone to. Nancy and some of her friends wanted to have a party, something different and new, so they decided to have all of the girls dress like guys and the guys dress like girls. I had always wondered how I would look as a girl, so when I was invited, I knew I would do it. Mom helped me get dressed, but she made me look like s woman her age rather than a girl my own age. I guess I wanted to see for myself what I would look like… dressed more my own age. When everyone left, I decided to get dressed." Joanne was 23 and was not fooled for a minute. She had felt my skin, and knew that I had shaved it off or used a hair remover, and the opened package of brand new panties on the bed told her that I had planned this long before my parents left the day before. I sat on the edge of the chair, waiting for her to do something, say something, get mad, whatever, but all she did was smile at me!

"That's an excellent story Jim! Now that we have that out of the way, tell me the truth." It was like being hit with a brick! I sat there, my mouth gaping open when she went on: "You left to many trails! The opened package of new panties alone tells me that you have thought this out carefully, and long before today. I'll bet you even picked out what you're wearing some time ago!" She was right, and worse, she knew it. I hung my head and started to cry. "Stop crying or we'll have to do your makeup all over again." She handed me a tissue. "Blot, don't wipe!" I blotted the tears away as she watched. "I..I, oh hell! I did go to the party dressed as a girl, but… I found out that I liked it so much that I tried it again the next weekend, when everyone was up at the cabin. This time I knew I would have two weeks, so I bought what I thought I would need, and got dressed again today." I had said it, now it was up to my sister. "You know, you do look real pretty. I'll bet that you were going to stay in the house and just parade around. Why don't I help you repair your makeup and we can go out to lunch?"

Her invitation to go out, to lunch, instantly sent shivers of fear and dread up my spine as I saw in my minds eye everything but a hurricane descending on me if I took one foot outside the safety of the house. But, under my sisters urging we went back upstairs and she helped me repair my makeup. Then she had me stand in front of the mirror, and asked me to take a good look. "Do you see a boy there?" I shook my head no. It was the first time I had seen myself, so completely dressed, and looking my age from head to toe as a girl. The sight of my shapely legs, with the hem of my skirt high so high on my thigh, my hair well made up, my makeup perfect, and the smell of the perfume eliminated all traces of my male self, and I finally smiled at my reflection. It was more than I had ever dreamed of. I actually didn't look too bad! "Well?" my sisters words brought me back to reality. In her hand was a black shoulder bag. "Let's go!" Joanne had taken three steps when I stopped. "I forgot to ask, what's your name? Jamie?" "No! Not that, I hate that name!" My secret was out now, so I told her. "At the party I used the name Audrey, but the kids all told me I looked more like Donna Reed, so they all started calling me Donna. I guess I like that name." "They were right. It fits you." "Okay Donna, let's go have lunch!"

On the way out to the car Joanne began to tell me how to sit, walk, use my hands and so on. "Don't look down because people will notice that, and don't swing your arms so much." I sat next to her as she drove us to a family style restaurant. We were seated quickly, and, I noticed, nobody paid us, especially me, any extra attention. "See! I told you that you would be fine! Relax and enjoy your lunch!" We finished lunch, and on the way out Joanne mentioned that she had planned on going out that night. "I was going to the new club on Beaker Street. Maybe you would like to come along. We can have a nice dinner and enjoy the music." I sat there wondering why my sister was doing this, but I didn't have any problem at the restaurant, so I slowly nodded my head. For the rest of the afternoon I stayed in my room watching television and playing on my PC.

At 5 Joanne came to my room and told me to take another shower. "Wear this shower cap Donna, it will keep your hair dry. I'll put some powder on the counter for you." I did as I was told, stepping out of the shower to find a box of body powder on the counter. I used the huge puff to apply the powder, and all at once started to feel feminine again. The subtle scent of the powder reminding my again of how much I enjoyed being dressed like a girl. In my room I pulled on the same panties and pantyhose, but all of the other clothes were gone, so I went to Joanne's door and knocked. "Come in!" I went in and saw that Joanne was holding a corset in her hand. "I've had this for a real long time; I used to wear when I was your age because my boobs were so small. Let's see what it does for you." I stood still while she wrapped it around me and helped me fasten the hooks up the front. "Raise your arms Donna, and take a deep breath." Joanne pulled the laces tight, then checked her work before she told me to take another deep breath. By the time she said she was done, I felt as if I was being cut in two! "This thing hurts Joanne!" "The pain will go away in a few minutes, and if you wear it everyday, you'll get used to it. Now, let me show you a trick." She put her hand into one of the built in bra cups and pulled up my now compressed flesh into the cups, making it seem as if I had breasts of my own. "Slip these pads under your breasts. It'll fill in the rest of the cup." I did as I was told and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, I now had cleavage! My smooth skin was mounded in the shape of breasts, and they seemed to strain against the corset.

Joanne had me sit at her vanity, telling me she was going to show her newest sister the right way to apply makeup. "Always use the minimum you need. Enough to cover, but not enough to look like you used a roller. Like this…." Joanne watched as I began my makeup. Foundation, then powder followed by eyeshadow. "Your eyes are blue and that means that a blue eyeshadow can make your eyes seem larger, too deep set, or even worse. Stay with shades other than blue if you can. For tonight, try a soft green with a plum highlight." I did as Joanne had suggested and saw that she was right. I had a steady hand as I drew on the thick black eyeliner, then using a pencil I outlined my lower lid. Mascara was something new, but as soon as it was explained to me, I didn't have any trouble brushing it on, making my lashes thick and lush. "Your blusher should accent your face not overpower it Donna. Mom and I use a soft rose, so I suspect that it will work for you too. Dab it on and use a sponge to draw it out."

On the bed was a black dress. "I think that you will look absolutely smashing in this dress Donna. Put on the slip first and I'll help you with the dress. I pulled on the half slip and picked up the dress. I slipped my arms in and let the dress fall on my shoulders, the soft material hugging my now feminine shape nicely. Joanne zipped it up and I saw the way the dress now accented my small breasts. The hem was at least 3" above my knees while the square cut neckline revealed some of my new breasts, and hinted at the rest. When I bent over I saw that the fullness of my breasts were clearly visible, and seemed to be full and ripe. I had never worn a sheath dress before, but I loved the way it made my look and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Joanne handed me the shoes, which were black patent leather with ankle straps and a 3" heel. I stepped into them, sat and fastened the thin straps, then stood up. "Let's brush out your hair and see what we have." Joanne worked and I watched in the mirror as my hair was transformed once again into a very feminine hair style. It framed my face in waves while on the top it had been brushed out much like many of the girls at my school! The back was a mass of curls that hung above my shoulders and bounced with every move of my head.

"Now for your jewelry!" She handed me a pair of black centered chandelier earrings that had a gold outline with small rhinestones imbedded in them. Then a matching choker style necklace with a small pendant that matched the earrings. On my wrist went a gold bracelet with black stones and on my hands I put rings on two of each hand. Joanne spritzed me with some Chanel perfume, and told me to look in the mirror. I was more than stunned beyond belief, because I had never looked so good, nor did I ever expect to! "Put your lipstick on and wait in the familyroom Donna. I'll go get changed. About 45 minutes later Joanne emerged from her room, radiant in a dress that looked much like mine except that it was green. We stood side by side and I saw that we looked an awful lot alike! "I dug out this purse for you. It's called a clutch bag because it doesn't have a strap. I had an old wallet in my dresser and transferred all of your money, drivers license, pictures and credit cards into it. Put your lipstick in it and we we'll be ready to go!"

I was a lot less nervous this time, one because I looked so much better, and two, I had Joanne's word that she wouldn't let me get into trouble. Joanne drove across town and parked right across the street from the entrance to the club. I held my purse tightly as we walked into the club, the semi darkness making my feel much better. 'At least they won't get a clear view of me' I thought. Joanne led the way past a row of tables and into a small private room. "Why don't you go on in Donna; I'll be along in a minute." I nodded my head yes, opened the door and stepped into the room. To my dismay and shock, I saw my family! "Come in Donna. Sit here next to me." My Mother patted a seat next to her. I was rooted to the spot, unable to move. Fear told me to split, run away and say it was all a mistake, but my Mother's calm voice made my stay until, at last, I walked the rest of the way into the room and sat next to my Mother.

Just as I sat down my sister Joanne walked in and sat next to our Father. I was shaking in my little heels, my knees, held tightly together, did nothing to quell my shaking. "Joanne agreed to help you get dressed because we asked her to Donna. If you had any idea we didn't know about your dressing you were wrong. As it happens, your wanting to dress like a girl coincides with a need we have." My Father looked at me intently before he went on. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but it would help all of us, and you would be able to dress every day, at least for a while. With your Mothers help, Joanne says that you can easily become a young lady." He paused before he told my why they needed me to dress as a girl. "I have a new boss. Chuck Baron, and he is having a barbecue this weekend. He didn't invite everyone, just a few of us, and our families. It's a strong possibility that I'm on a short list for promotion and he has all of the say. When he mentioned that he had a son your age, I foolishly said I had a daughter the same age! Now, without being seen as a fool or worse, I have to arrive with a 17 year old daughter. It was Joanne's idea, but I have to be honest with you. I didn't believe that you could look the least bit like a girl and tried to put that idea down, but now that I have seen you, I want to ask you if you do it?…for us, all of us."

I was stunned! So many thoughts ran through my mind that I started to get confused. My Father, the very symbol of conservative business was asking my to dress like, no, become his daughter! My wildest dream had been dropped into my lap, and now I was unable to answer! "That's okay dear. You think about it while we eat." I felt the comforting hand of my Mother on my knee. Dinner was…. Well, I was unable to remember, but the more I thought about it the more I thought I wanted to try it. "You set me up didn't you!" "We didn't see any other way. If we had asked you outright you would have said no and you know it." I gave it some thought before I answered. "Okay Dad, I'll do it, but I'm not sure I can pull it off. I mean, he is 17 right?" A nod of the head. "And I'm supposed to be a 17 year old girl?" Another nod. "What if I tries to… I mean… get fresh?" My Father just smiled at her. "Then you do whatever you think is right at the time because that will be entirely up to you." Great! "He's a lot of help" I thought. "What about Janice and Bob?" I turned to them. "Can you keep a secret like this? I mean, if what I'm doing got out, I'd be dead meat and Dad would too." Bob was smiling at me, while Janice positively glowed. "Sure Donna! If you can pull this off then it means I can go to State!" "And I'll have a sister to talk to!" Piped in Janice.

"Okay… I guess." My Mother hugged me, and told me she was looking forward to having another daughter. "We'll have to go shopping tomorrow of course, you need so many things, but Joanne has some things you can use, and with what we get you tomorrow you'll be able to get by until we expand your wardrobe." For the rest of the dinner I watched for any signs of snickering, but never saw any sign of it. We moved to the main room for the band after dinner and enjoyed the music. I saw a few guys looking at Joanne and I, and I wondered if they would come talk to us, but they never did. That night it was my Mother that helped me get undressed. "You know, I know of a store that has some things that you will certainly need. Why don't we make that our first stop in the morning?" I went to bed that night wondering just what my Mother was talking about. Sleeping in a nightgown for the first time made me feel, somehow, even more feminine than I did that night!

The next morning I was awakened by my Mother. "Just casual today Donna, you have a lot of clothes to try on and it will be easier for you. I'll get you a pair of Joanne's old jeans and a blouse. You can wear your penny loafers today. Do your makeup and I'll help with your hair." When I came out of my room, I looked like many young girls my own age. My hair was done in a ponytail and with the makeup and bra, I looked average. After a quick breakfast, Joanne, Mom, and I left for the mall, but on the way we stopped at the specialty store mom had mentioned. After we walked in, and my needs explained, I was taken in the back and asked to strip! I looked at my Mother, a pleading in my eyes, but I was told to strip and do as the woman asked her. Mom went back out front at the urging of the woman, to wait with Janice. What happened next totally stunned me! I was measured, then after a short wait I was handed a panty. I almost didn't see it because it was skin colored. "Go in there and put this on dear. You'll figure it out!" In my panties, I closed the door to the small room, and looked closely at the panty I had been given. Inside there was a tag with instructions, which I read first, and then removed the tag smiling. It was made so that my hips were made rounder, and my maleness would fit inside a sheath, made so that I would be comfortable and be able to use all of my bodily functions. I applied the thin coating of grease, slid the sheath on, and pulled the panty up most of the way before I applied the glue to it. Then, after I had pulled it on, I pushed lightly on the seams at the back. Looking in the mirror I could see that I had what looked like a woman's vagina, surrounded by a small triangle of hair!

I stepped into my panties again and walked out of the room smiling. "Now for the rest. Come with me dear." I followed the woman into a small workshop were I had breastforms attached to my chest that were so lifelike that I almost thought they were real! "You can wear them for ten days or so, but then you have to take them off and clean the skin underneath and let the skin breathe for several hours before you put them back on. By the way, you are a 36B." The woman told me to get dressed, and after I did and walked back out front, it was a much more confident girl that smiled at my Mother and sister. "Do you know what I did?" "Yes dear, I told her you needed some help in the breast department. I assume I fixed you up?" That's when I knew that Mother didn't know about the panty, and I decided not to tell her just yet.

It was just after 11 when we got to the mall, and I saw many of my old classmates there. I stayed close to my Mother until I realized that if challenged I could prove I was a girl and relaxed. The first place we went to, was a department store where I was fitted for bras. We bought 3, one black, one white, and one a demi-cup lace trimmed push up in a soft peach. Then I got some slips, half and full, several skirts, pleated, straight, and A-Line. In another store I bought four pairs of shoes, two heels and two flats with purses to match and a new wallet. Lugging the packages through the mall I saw a teddy I liked and went in the store. Besides the teddy I bought two more nightgowns and a babydoll set in white. "Can I try it on first Mom?" "Sure honey!" When I stepped out of the changing room my Mother saw that I looked just like any other girl! My pubic area clearly that of a female! "Go change Donna," But as she said it, she followed me into the changing room and saw, for the first time, the special panty I had on. "That woman just had me try it on. I never said anything else, really!" Mom took a closer look, and saw how real it looked, and smiled. "I guess being discovered by Chuck's son isn't a problem any more is it?!"

From there we went to the beautyshop where I had my first ever professional cut. They lightened my hair a few shades and added an auburn rinse. They also did my nails, filing them into small ovals and painted them a soft reddish brown. When I left the beautyshop, I had a shorter style, but it made me look better, and a lot more feminine. It was also a soft perm, but I didn't know that. Janice and my Mother had decided that since my being a girl was going to last a while, it would make it easier for my to take care of. While I was getting my hair done the packages were taken to the car, so that we could start all over again. Before we left the mall I had bought a lot of costume jewelry, three dresses, two more skirts, (shorter) and 7 blouses. As we were walking out we all saw a swimsuit display and Janice and I decided that I would need one, so we went into the store and I tried on, and bought a bikini! It was full pantied, but the top was skimpy and it was red, a color that contrasted with the tone of my skin, making me look even more feminine. It made me look almost positively sexy!

It took me two hours to clean out my closet and hang all of the new clothes. I had taken over Joanne's old room since we all thought that my brother Bob might have trouble seeing me naked every day. I changed into a short white skirt and a red blouse, put on some white ankle socks and my tennis shoes and went down to the familyroom. Mom smiled at me and we sat there watching television for a while. Joanne asked my if I wanted to go with my to the grocery, so I left with her. "I told you it would be okay Donna. In fact, by the look on your face I'll bet you're on cloud nine right about now." Not answering her, I only smiled, half at Joanne and half for myself. With my skirt swirling around my knees we bought the groceries for the week.

That night I went over my body carefully, making sure that there was no sign of maleness about me. My body was silky smooth to the touch and with my special panties and the breastforms, I looked as female as possible. I picked out what I would wear the next day and put on my babydoll. When I walked into the familyroom my Father almost choked when he saw me. He had not yet asked how I looked so feminine, but when it was more than obvious that I had what seemed to be a female body, he sputtered a bit. My breasts strained against the thin material, not quite hiding my new charms. Mom saw this, and told my to get a robe on. After I added the robe and returned, I told my father about the special panty and the breastforms. That night I had to sleep on my side. I wasn't used to having breasts, which made sleeping on my face a no no. Using the bath was a new experience, having to sit down of course, and making sure I was clean all of the time.

The next morning after I had eaten breakfast I went to my room the try and decide what to wear for my first outing where there would be a male my own age, knowing that he would try and get friendly with me. I slipped on a clean pair of panties, then the bra, and went to the bath and did my makeup, which by now, was getting easier for me. Joanne had told my how to wear it, and for the first time I was going to do it herself without any help. I didn't even wear eyeshadow or eyeliner. Just my foundation and powder set, a bit of blusher and lipstick. In my room I pulled on a short red skirt and a white blouse, ran a brush in my hair, and gave it a quick spritz of hairspray. I put some small gold studs in my ears and a thin gold chain around my neck that had a small heart shaped pendant. I put on some white ankle socks and my new tennies, stood and looked in the mirror. I was very happy with the results and moved my wallet, lipstick, and to my shame, some tampons that my Mother insisted I carry. "All girls do it, and now you must too!" A dab of Chanel and I went down to the familyroom where everyone but Janice and Joanne were waiting.

Janice was wearing shorts and a pullover, her hair in a ponytail. She also had on lipstick, something my Mother had not yet let her wear. She got a look from my Mother and replied to the unasked question; "You let Jim wear skirts! It's only fair!" My Mother caved in and let her wear it. On the way over everyone was reminded how important it was to refer to me as a female. "No slips! We can use the money this promotion will mean!" We all had a stake in making everyone believe I was a girl, so we all agreed.

Chuck Baron was a huge man. Well over 6 foot 6. A smiled graced his face as he greeted everyone and made the introductions. His wife Carol was, in contrast to my size, diminutive. All of maybe 5 foot tall, she had beautiful auburn hair and green eyes that seemed to dance when she looked at you. Their son David was built like his Dad, tall and husky, but not yet completely filled out. Next to him, I felt like a midget! I barely came up to his shoulders. They had a daughter almost Janice's age, and the two younger kids immediately went to change into their swimsuits leaving the four parents, David, Bob, and I. "Our other daughter will be down shortly. She takes forever to change and get ready." Just as Mr. Baron spoke, his daughter Kelly walked out to the patio. She was 15, exactly Bob's age, and he fell in love right at the first sight of her. "Can you kids excuse us?" "Sure Dad, I'll take us out on the boat." David smiled at me, took my hand, lead me to the boat tied at the dock. "Can you water ski Donna?" "I never have, so I don't know." "Maybe I can talk you into trying it later this afternoon." "Maybe." I said, But in my heart I knew I would try it, because he asked me, and I had always liked a challenge.

He took myself, Bob and Kelly around the lake slowly, showing us several spots where he could beach the boat. "After we ski we can come here to the island. There's a nice beach and it's private." He looked at me when he said it, which sent shivers down my spine because I had never had to cope with a male's advances, and this one was setting the scene for later. By the time we returned to the patio Dad was smiling, holding mom tightly. "Donna, Bob, I have been named the newest Vice President of the company!" I was very happy for him because he put in a lot of hours for this appointment. "That's great Daddy! You deserve it!" We all hugged, then Carol said the food was ready. After we ate, David said he was going to put his suit on, and Bob went with him. Kelly took me to her room where I changed into my bikini. It was now or never. Wearing clothes that covered 90% of the body was one thing, but a bikini didn't leave a lot to the imagination, so I checked myself in the mirror, making sure my breasts were tightly held in the top, put my shoes back on, and went back to the patio.

Chuck saw me first, and whistled. "You better let me give David a shot before he sees you!" I smiled and sat next to my Dad, a towel wrapped around my neck. David was even more impressive in my suit. His muscles rippled under a hairy chest, his smile just as wide as his dad's. Kelly sat down next to me and told me to watch. "David and Bob are making plans to split us up. What do you want to bet that he'll drop Bob and I off over there…" She pointed across the lake at a small cove, "and he'll take you over there." She then pointed at the small island. "It's okay though, their just guys, right? Us girls have been outsmarting them forever, and it shouldn't be to different now!" I knew what Kelly meant, but I had never been alone with a guy before, so I was really starting to wonder if I could do this. Right then Bob and Dave came and got us. Just as Kelly had predicted, David dropped them off right where Kelly had said he would, and then drove the boat to the small island.

He tied the boat to a tree and helped me down, his feet splashing water on me when he landed in the water. He reached in the boat and grabbed the cooler, then led the way down a small path that ended in a stand of trees that had an opening in the center. "I've found arrowheads out here, and once, a small stone knife. They say the Indians used this island for some special ceremonies. I sat on a tree limb, my knees tightly together as David laid out a blanket. He motioned me to sit on it then he joined me. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other now." "Why is that?" I asked. "The company holds a lot of family things for the executives, and all children over 17 are expected to go." I felt my mouth open, as he talked about the company. "Like later this month. There's going to be a huge dinner at the Astoria in New York, and I have to go. I'll bet you will too." I was listening to him and laid on my back. He took that as a good sign, leaned over, and kissed me! I wanted to fight it, and yet, have him keep doing it, all at the same time! I felt his tongue on my lips and opened my mouth.

He kissed me for a long time before he finally let up, but then he quickly kissed me again. I rolled on my side and he rolled with me, my hands at my sides as he pulled me closer. Accidentally I brushed against his maleness, and he quickly placed my hand on his member and held it there. I tried to pull away but he was so strong, and I was in a bad position to let me move. He broke the kiss, and I managed to push him away, breaking the touch. "I'm not that kind of girl David!" "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. But you are very pretty. I couldn't help myself." I looked at him and smiled. "That's okay David. I think we better get back." Later, a sound on the horn brought Kelly and Bob to the boat and the four of us went back to the party. I went in to change back into my skirt and blouse when my Mother came in and shut the door.

"We saw you two stop on the island Donna. Is everything okay?" "He kissed me Mom. He wanted me to… I touched his… I mean, it wasn't my fault!" Mom looked at me, not really a daughter, and smiled. "None of us expected it, but you are a very pretty girl and David is very handsome. It's natural for him to go after you!" She sat on the bed and motioned for me to sit down. "After Dad was promoted Chuck told me about the executive parties they have, and he invited you to attend. I guess all kids over 17 go to these things." "I know Mom, David told me about them." We looked at each other, mom speaking first. "It looks like you'll have to be Donna for a lot longer than we anticipated. Can you handle it?" "I'll do my best Mom, but what about David?" "You'll just have to decide what is right for you. If you continue to dress like this, then you will have to get use to having young men attracted to you. What you do about it is up to you, just be careful." Hand in hand we went back to the party.

Two weeks went by, and I became so used to dressing as a girl that I never gave it a thought any more. My hair became easier to do as I learned how to take care of it, while my makeup techniques got so good it was hard to tell if I was wearing any, and everyone in the family now thought of my as a girl, even my brother Bob. I had used the central bath once, and when I was done I raced to my own room wrapped only in a towel, when Bob saw my breasts swelling at the top of the towel and my naked butt as I spun into my room and closed the door. From that moment on he never thought of me as a brother, but a sister. Even my Dad had started to react to me as if I were a natural daughter. He even gave me a curfew! I didn't have one before, and complained loudly! Even Janice began to come into my room naked! All of the family now thought of me as a sister or daughter, my old status as a male gone!

Two days before we were to leave for New York, Mother and I went to the beautyshop, had our nails and hair done, then went to the mall looking for some fancy dresses. I wanted something sexy, my status as a female now so ingrained that I found that I wanted to entice David. What I wanted, and what my Mother wanted, were far apart, so we compromised. I bought a very nice cocktail dress in a soft ivory white, and an all pink suit. "You can always wear that black sheath again. You looked so darling in it when we first saw you!" I had to admit that I liked the black sheath dress as well, so I settled for the suit and dress. Mom bought a sheath dress in silver that seemed to glitter with every movement. At the shoe store we both bought matching shoes, mine pink and ivory, moms silver.

We checked into the hotel, actually two rooms, since mom wouldn't let me stay in their room. The big party was the next evening, so we took the time to tour the city. It was an exciting time, and I enjoyed every minute of it! We ate in the hotel that night, and the next morning, after breakfast, Mother and I decided to visit Macy's while dad attended a meeting. At 3 that afternoon I went to my room and started to get ready.

I had decided to wear the ivory dress, but I wanted, more than anything to be even more feminine than ever, so I had brought my corset along. Before I had left home I had packed my hair remover, and I smeared the stuff on making my body hairless and my skin smooth. After a quick shower I filled the bath, using plenty of bath salts. I liked bubblebaths, and as I sank into the warm water I wondered if David would notice me. I planned to make him notice me. As I lay in the warm water I knew that what I was going to do was so feminine that it failed description, but it wasn't something boys did to boys. But I was a girl now in almost every respect and I didn't care any more. As the oils in the water soaked into my skin, I felt better and smiled to myself.

I dusted myself with a flower scented powder and pulled on a pair of my best panties. They were white satin and felt just delicious against my skin; they were high cut with just a triangle in the front to hide my sex and a slightly larger triangle in the back to hold my buns in. The lace trim lay against my skin as I walked to the dresser and picked up the corset, which I wrapped around myself, fastened the hooks and pulled the laces snug. I opened the adjoining door, called for my Mother, and waited until she came in. Mother had me raise my arms again, and pulled the laces as tight as she could. Since I had been wearing the corset off and on since that first time, I had become used to the constraining garment, and I really did like the way it hiked my boobs up and pushed them out. The stays met in the back now as mom tied them off. "You'll have to get a smaller size pretty soon Donna, this one is closed all of the way." "Thanks Mom, I can manage from here."

I sat on the bed and pulled the silky smooth nylons up my legs and snugged them to my waist and went to the bath and began my makeup, starting with a new foundation that I had found. The new color did a much better job, and looked a lot more natural. My beard was still very light, and after shaving in the shower I knew I was going to look smashing that night. After I powdered my face I waited a few minutes and brushed away the excess leaving my skin with a nice matte look, the kind many models have. On my eyes I used a deep green eyeshadow first, followed by a softer plum color, and lastly, a light rose color just under my eyebrows. I blended the colors and picked up my eyeliner brush. The liquid went on smoothly as I drew the thin brush across my lids. Under my eye I used a very dark pencil to finish outlining my eyes. The mascara made my lashes look thicker and sexier, and I loved the way the mascara went on. So easy, and the results were perfect. On my cheeks I used a pale rose blusher, blending it with my skin with a sponge.

In my room I took the dress off the hanger and slipped it over my head, closed the zipper and looked in the mirror. The tops of my breasts strained against the dress as the material flowed over my breasts, hugged my waist and flared over my hips. The top had a single strap that went from one side, behind my neck and fastened to the other side of the dress leaving the low cut neckline to expose my charms. The hem was 2" above my knee, the skirt held out with a petticoat. I stepped into my new shoes and again looked in the mirror. I could see that I had reached my goal. Nobody would ever guess that under all of this was a boy. I was a girl! I wanted some help with my hair, so I called my Mother again. Mom put in two silver and white barrettes, one on each side. The rhinestone's in the barrettes glittered in the light whenever I moved my head. I decided I didn't need any other jewelry, so I picked up the lipstick and put on the deep red color, drawing a perfect cupids bow mouth. Mom looked at me, her son, and by the look on her face, wondered if they had created something that was now out of control. But I knew that I wanted it this way. She told me I looked nice, and went back into her own room to finish dressing. I put my wallet and lipstick in my purse along with those tampons, looked in the mirror again, and went in my parents room.

My father had seen me every day since I started dressing as a girl, but when I saw my walk into the room, his mouth truly dropped open. I had long passed the point of nervous concern, growing to confident ability and then on to acceptance, which showed in the way I looked, acted, dressed, and felt. "Damn! You look like a girl out to get some poor guy in your clutches!" "Daddy!" He smiled at me, but in the back of his mind rested the thought that his son was now a girl, truly a girl. We walked into the ballroom, mom on one side of dad, and me on the other, and were escorted to our table. Mom of course knew what I was doing, and I think, why. Dad, he didn't have a clue. David came over right after we sat down, sitting next to me of course. I felt his hand when he rested it on my leg, and gave no sign for him to move it. Later, after dinner, all of the promotions were announced, then the dancing started.

"You be a good girl tonight Donna." "Oh I plan to mother. I intend to be very good." "Be careful then Donna." David and I spent a lot of time on the dance floor, and later, on the veranda. As he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, I knew that I wanted to confirm my femininity that night, and let his hands caress me. Finally, with no words at all, he and I took the elevator to his room. His hardness was tenting his pants and I knew he wanted me, but I pushed him away. "Wait." I reached behind myself and unzipped the dress and slipped it off, letting it hit the floor. The corset, over the small triangle of my satin panties and long nylon clad legs set him on fire, and he came to me. His jacket was off, and I began to unbutton his shirt, letting my fingers rake through the thick dark hair on his chest. His pants hit the floor, then he unlaced the corset. Finally, we were in our briefs, staring at each other. I stepped forward, my hand finding his hardness, stroking him as he stood perfectly still. I let my thumbs find his waistband, and yanked his briefs down as I sank to my knees. His hands held my head as my lips found him, a kiss on the tip, then tasting him as he pushed into me. At the moment my lips touched him, I knew that I wanted him to ravage me, and he did.

The special panty I wore allowed a male to penetrate me, just as he could any woman. As I lay under him that first time, my legs wrapped around his back, I wanted even more. At 17, his stamina was impressive as he rolled me over and took me there as well. He had now had taken me every way possible, and yet I wanted more. At last his weapon withered and died. In the morning however, I woke him with kisses, and climbed up on him, slipping his member into me as I rocked back and forth. Smiling he let me take him, then I lay in his arms, snuggled close to him, both of us still naked. That's when we heard the knock on the door, and his dad, and my mom walked in on us.

"Hi dad." "Hi mom." David was smiling, I was shaking. "David, you get dressed and come with me!" He jumped up and ran to the bath, emerging in minutes in jeans and a shirt, his tennis shoes on. Dave and his dad left, leaving mom and I. She sat on the bed and just looked at me, not saying anything for a moment. "Well, at least you can't get pregnant. Want to tell me just how you managed to have sex with a boy without him discovering your secret?" "The panty is made for it mom. It has a built in vagina that allows me to have sex." It was the one secret of the panty that I had not told her about. "I see." Then she saw the spots of blood on the sheets and knew that I had submitted to him in another way. All she did was raise an eyebrow. "What's done is done Donna. Now he certainly thinks that you are a female, and that means no more James." "I know that mother." I let a smile come to my face, and then the two of us started to giggle! "I brought some clothes for you to wear. Go ahead and change quickly, then go back to your room for makeup and hair repair."

Dad knew of course, but he said nothing after mom pulled him off to the side and spoke to him. I never again wore any male clothes at all, had my name changed, and began life as a woman.

(the end)

 

 

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