The Party                                         by: Janet L. Stickney                               JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

The music started, and as I stood at the head of the aisle waiting, my sister's husband took my arm. "Ready?" Words failed me, but I managed to nod my head yes, even as I felt the sharp tightness of the corset holding me in. I watched as the Bridesmaids started walking down the aisle, one by one, escorted to the altar, until at last it was my turn. I looked around, saw the people waiting for me. The flowers in my gloved hand contrasted nicely with my white wedding dress, all satin, lace and baby pearls. I displayed a nice cleavage that was lightly covered by the lace covering. I felt a tug on my arm, and took the first step.

Mary walked in on me just as I zipped up the dress, each of us staring at the other for a moment before my fear and her shock combined to make us both laugh. "Damn you look good tonight, better than the last time I saw you!" "Thanks Mary, now please leave so I can finish getting dressed." She shut the door, her smiling face making me feel real good, but I could hear the laughter as it filled the room below, broken by the sound of glasses clinking, people talking and music. Mom stood next to me in my room, holding my arm gently. "It's time dear, you can't put this off any longer." "Do I have to do this mom? I mean, just look at me!" "You look simply wonderful, and you know it!" She was right of course, I did look pretty good, but of course, I had spent almost the entire day making sure that I would, and now, all at once, I was scared to death. I didn't want to add to the laughter I heard from below. "They'll know the minute they see me." Her only comment was, "It's time to go greet the guests now." I went with her, thinking of the last time I had gone out.

A cacophony of noises sprang from the street, people talking, horns blaring, traffic going by, all accented by the flashing neon lights of the city. I was as ready as I ever would be, but I savored the jumble of the city for a moment longer before I picked up my purse and quickly stepped out of the car. Alone, I was taking a chance, but nobody knows me here, and I felt safe enough, and as I walked down the sidewalk, I felt myself getting primed for the adventure of my life.

My name is Jeff, I was16 then, and I just made my first foray into the outer world, dressed as a girl. When my folks left for the weekend I took the opportunity to dress and go out. I had one extra bag that had all of my feminine clothes in it, and a small vanity case that had my makeup in it tucked deep in my closet, and as I plucked them out of the closet I found it irresistible, and got dressed as Kelly once again. This time I went all out, and without the pressure of hiding, my makeup and hair came out perfectly, the blue sheath dress hugged my now feminine shape nicely, and I had my nerve up. I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking on the hard concrete as my feet propelled me down the sidewalk. The sounds and scents of the city were so different from the country and like a sponge, I absorbed it all. The deli, with the aroma of fresh sandwiches, the pizzeria and the smell of cheese as it melted to the thick crust. Smog and tires screeching, people talking and music from a window, I loved it all. "Hey baby, whatcha' doin'?" I ignored him and continued my walk until I reached the theater. One ticket, a bucket of popcorn, then I settled into the seat. The movie? I can't even remember, but that's not important. The fact that I left home dressed as a girl is what's important! After the show, on a whim, I stopped at the deli, let the counter man flirt a bit and bought a sandwich, which I took home. Back home I sat by the window and ate, luxuriating in my conquest of the night, and knew I would do it again, and soon.

I had been dressing in my sister's clothes for as long as I can remember, been caught a few times of course, and now that I'm 16 you would think that I could at least manage to keep it quiet, but mom had caught me again, just last week. I stand 5'7" tall with brown hair going blond, blue eyes and a slim shape. My sister had long ago planned this summer costume party, and when mom caught me this last time, she insisted that I attend the party, but dressed as a girl of course. "This will give you a chance to do it right, and of course I'll help you, and maybe Mary will too." I wanted to dress as well as I could, but in front of so many of my friends? That had me worried, but mom had made up her mind, and to her, it was a done deal, no matter what I thought. "You have a week to pick out your clothes Jeffrey, and pick out a girl name for yourself." I already had one but didn't tell her that. Instead I simply nodded my head yes.

My sister Mary let me pick out the clothes I would need from her closet then insisted that I do it right. "You might as well Jeff, or everyone will laugh at you. Besides, I'll bet that this is exactly what you wanted to do for a long time, but were to scared to do it." Nobody knew about my trip to the theater, and I didn't tell them either. I picked the clothes off the bed and started to walk out when she asked me if she could help me get ready, but I declined her offer. If I asked anyone at all, it would be mom. In my room I set the clothes out and made a list of the things I knew that I would need. Mom and Mary wanted me to do the best I could, which is what I wanted as well, so the list was very complete. I made sure I had my money, and left for the shopping strip. I spent almost forty bucks buying things I had wanted before, but lacked the courage to buy them. Now I had everything I needed. Back in my room I used several ideas I had read in a few of the stories I found posted on the Internet, starting with birdseed and some old pantyhose. Using a scale and some trial and error, I crafted two small bags of birdseed to use as breastforms. After that it was three days of excruciating waiting, which gave me plenty of time to envision all sorts of ugly things that could happen to me the minute I appeared at the party as a girl.

Finally, on Friday afternoon, and because mom insisted, she helped me remove all of my body hair with a cream. Up to now all I had ever done was shave my legs with a razor, but after a shower, I had no hair below my eyebrows! With a towel wrapped around myself, I pulled on the panties, picked up my box of makeup, and went into mom's room. She watched me as I started my makeup, then stopped me and showed me how to do it right, each step of the way, from foundation and powder to eyeshadow and eyeliner. I'll admit that I never looked as good as right then. In my room she sat on the bed as I got dressed. After I put the bra on I slipped my new breastforms into the cups of the bra and had instant boobs that not only filled the cups, but didn't look like rolled up socks. Mom wanted to help me get dressed the rest of the way, but I told her I could manage, so she just watched me.

I got out my padded pantybrief and pulled it on, then the pantyhose followed by a waist nipper. The dress went over my head easily and Mom slipped the zipper closed for me. I stepped into the heels and went to the mirror to try my hand at doing my own hair, knowing full well it was hopeless. The best I had ever done was a ponytail. "Let me help you Jeffrey. Come into my room and sit at the vanity." I went with her, then, with a simple brush, some spray, and two barrettes she managed to make my hair look very feminine! I added the jewelry mom gave me and stood in front of the mirror. I looked better than I ever had managed before, and half of me wanted to just charge out of the room and have a good time, while the other half told me I was crazy to even consider it. Now, I was completely dressed, wearing a short sheath dress that was all red, black patent leather heels and my hair, courtesy of mom, was done in a very feminine style. Chandelier earrings, a short necklace, perfect makeup, perfume and bright red lipstick made it a done deal, and there I stood. "Ready?" Certainly I was ready, on the outside that is, but inside, well that part of me said "No" before the outer part had a chance. It didn't matter really, because Mom took my arm and I let her, with some reluctance, lead me out of the room, then down the stairs.

A few people looked at me, some of them my classmates, then they returned to what they were doing, not recognizing me at all! But my sister Mary did, mostly because she was expecting me, and she quickly came over to me. "Holy Cow! You look great!" Mary had never seen me dressed before, even though she knew I had borrowed her clothes a few times, and she was clearly shaken by the way I looked. As her eyes roamed up and down my body mom said, "Mary, this is your sister…Janet." I had not told mom the name I had picked, which wasn't Janet, so she made this one up on the spot, or else she had planned on it all along! Before she said a word, and right at that moment, Mary's friend Steve walked over. "And who is this delightful young lady?" "This is my sister Janet, and you keep your hands off!" Steve knew perfectly well that Mary did not have a sister, and I watched as his eyes slowly widened when he put it together. "Holy sh…I mean, wow!" "Doesn't she look great?" His voice was deep and clear as he spoke to me. "I'll say! Maybe even better than you Mary." That earned him a frown from my sister and a whack on the arm. "Be careful tonight…Janet" he said, "or some guy will sweep you away from here." "Hardly!" Mary took my hand and we headed for the punch bowl. Like Mary, I had invited some of my friends to the party, but that was before mom 'suggested' I dress this way, and those were the people I was worried the most about. Ken, my best friend, dressed as a pirate, walked over and casually slipped his arm around me before he asked Mary who I was. "This is Janet. Janet, this is Ken." Without a pause he said, "Let's dance", then, all at once he had swept me into his arms, and was leading me around the room!

I was afraid to say anything because…well just because. I was worried about this whole thing of course but I felt I had to carry on the pretense, so I smiled and let him lead the way, hoping for the best. "You look familiar Janet, have we met?" What do I do now I thought, "Not like this Ken." It took him a bit longer than Steve, then all at once he figured it out. It must have been my voice or something. "You're Jeff!" I nodded my head yes, expecting him to instantly let me go, he didn't. Instead, he pulled me tighter and waited until the music changed. Then, "You've done this before haven't you?" Just how did he know that? It was hard to smile at him, but I did my best. "What makes you say something like that Ken?" "Because of the way you look. This didn't happen by accident kiddo. No guy I know of could look the way you do unless they've had a lot of practice, and I mean a lot of it, or they really want to dress this way. Otherwise you wouldn't look so good. Hell, look at Marcie over there, you make her look like the boy in a dress." Marcie, while definitely a girl, had a somewhat masculine build, wore her hair cut short, and usually wore slacks, but tonight she was trying hard to look pretty. Even though she had on a dress tonight, she was supposed to be Alice in Wonderland by the way, she didn't quite make it. She still looked uncomfortable and awkward in the dress, like I was supposed to be. She was struggling along in her dress while I was pretending, and Ken knew it. Like me, Marcie was stuck with the person she was born with inside, and she didn't like dresses and never had, while I did. She could easily have come dressed as a male character, and maybe even looked better. I knew exactly how she felt. "Lets go out on the patio and get some air Janet." Ken took my arm, and even though I didn't want to leave the house, he held on and led the way, with me following.

Away from the crowd I relaxed a little, still unsure why Ken had held me tighter while we danced, especially after he found out who I really was. Several other people were out on the patio, one of them an old girlfriend of Ken's. Heather shot daggers at me as we walked by, so obviously she had not yet been told who I was, and in some perverted way I enjoyed that fact that being with Ken made her angry. It helped confirm my femininity, at least to myself. Ken sat on the low brick wall and motioned for me to join him. "Heather looks angry with you Ken." "Because I broke it up, not her." His arm slipped around my waist, and he moved over closer to me! Not sure what was going on, I sat still, and even though his arm around me made me uncomfortable, I said nothing about it. "Since we both know that you've been doing this for a long time, just how long have you been dressing as a girl Janet?" That was one question I did not want to answer, but he had figured it out anyway, so, "A long time Ken. Since I was little I guess." "You had me fooled, and I've known you since we were kids, and I never had a clue!" That was just about the best compliment I ever got, and savored every syllable. "Want to go to a show tomorrow Janet? There's a new one at the Rialto." He asked me out! My very best friend asked me for a date! "I…Ken, you know that I'm not…I mean…I can't… so why ask?" He did not say anything right away, but looked around for a moment, then leaned over and told me he wanted to kiss me! "But why? I'm not a girl, and you know it!" "Because we already know everything there is to know about each other, and you've turned out to be one very hot looking chick." Still sitting close to him, his arm tightened against my waist. "Just how many times have you ever been outside dressed this way?" "A few I guess, but I'm always very careful Ken." "I don't see why, you look terrific!" Then he quickly pulled on me closer, and before I could react, he kissed me! He had caught me off guard, and kissed me!

It lasted only a second, but it seemed like it went on forever, a kaleidoscope of emotions coursed through me, and I was shaking as his lips touched mine, the forbidden now a reality. "Now that's what I call quick work Janet!" Mary was standing there, and I just knew she had seen it all. I wanted to die right on the spot! "A few of us are going on a picnic Sunday Janet, and they asked if you wanted to go." I looked at Ken who was smiling with that silly grin of his, and while I was ready to say no, she added, "Ken, why don't you come too, and bring her with you? It's going to be at Sands Point at one." Before I could object, "We'll be there Mary, and thanks for inviting us." "I can't do this Ken! Sorry, but I'm not that sure of myself yet, especially in a swimsuit!" "It'll be alright Janet, and I'll be here at noon to pick you up on Sunday, but why not come to the show with me tomorrow?" "I'm not sure about this Ken, so I'll say no." "I'll call you tomorrow about going to the show anyway, just in case you change your mind." Now I had one date for sure, maybe another and I hadn't done a thing to encourage Ken in any way! By then it was too late to become anything but Janet in every way, because some kids had seen Ken kiss me. Now I was in the awkward position of damned if I went anywhere with him! One, because it would only confirm to everyone that I wanted to dress this way, and two, I was damned if I didn't go, because then they would wonder why I let Ken hold me so tightly, and kiss me. Either way my goose was cooked, especially when we all went back to school. All of this ran through my mind in an instant, then, looking at my sister, seeing her smiling, then at Ken, with those soft brown eyes of his, I knew it was hopeless. I slowly nodded my head yes. "Great!" she said, then went back in the house. "I can't wait to see you in a swimsuit Janet." "Me either Ken, me either." My sarcasm went right over his head and he simply smiled at me.

Mom wasn't exactly smiling when she heard the news, but then, she wasn't frowning either. "I told you it would be fine Janet, and here you are, a date for Sunday afternoon!" "And tomorrow" I said, watching as Mary and mom both let their mouths drop open. "Ken asked me to the show, no a big deal." "Not a big deal? That only means he's very interested in you Janet!" "Yah, but interested in what? He knows that I'm not a girl. He just asked me to be polite, that's all." "Then why did he kiss you?" For that I had no answer, but mom had not heard about that until Mary opened her big mouth. "Ken kissed you? And you let him? Then he asked you out?"

"Yes…why?" "You explain it to her Mary, I'm going to bed!" Mom threw up her hands and left me standing there with Mary.

"Listen dummy, when a guy kisses you and asks you out, it's a sure bet that he is really interested, and judging by the way Ken was acting around you, he's seriously interested." "But he knows I'm not a girl!" "Take a look in the mirror and you'll know why. Most of the kids here tonight never did find out who you really are. On top of that, most of the girls have been after Ken for a very long time, using every trick they know, then, in comes little Janet, a new girl to them, and promptly sweeps him off his feet." "But I said no to going to the show with him Mary, and you sort of trapped me into this thing at the beach. Other than one kiss, all I'm guilty of so far is wearing this dress!" Mary snorted and looked at me. "You'll go and you know it! For as long as I can remember you've been dressing up as a girl, and now that people have seen you, found you attractive, and accepted you as a girl, you couldn't say no even if it is your best friend that asked you out." Mary had found my weak spot with one try, and worse, she knew it. "Besides all of that, you two make a cute couple!" "Thanks a lot Mary." "Your quite welcome sister dear." Obviously I need to work on my sarcasm some more.

I'll admit that as I drifted to sleep that night, my thoughts centered on what it would be like to be Ken's girl, but that's all it was, a dream, right? In the morning I wore jeans to breakfast. "You and I have to find you a suit to wear tomorrow Janet. I think have one that might fit just fine." "Do that later Mary, right now I need to know what's going on here." "Nothing mom." "Doesn't sound like it." Mom ignored me, and turned to my sister. "Mary, would you care to tell me?" That's when my darling sister told mom the whole story, from how Ken and I danced, to his kissing me to asking me out for tonight, then the party tomorrow. "Sounds to me like you have a busy schedule Janet. Are you going on any of these dates?" If I said yes there was no telling what mom might do, yet deep down, like Mary said, I wanted to go, if only to try it. "He did ask me mother, and he knows that I'm not a girl, so how much trouble can I get into?" "Plenty, but your old enough to know that, so go ahead if you want to, just don't come crying to me later on." I had no clue what she meant, but she and Mary were both nodding their heads in unison. "Lets go try on some suits Janet, we have to find one that fits you." "And hides a lot Mary."

"If you want me to try on suits I'll need some time to prepare Mary." "I won't look, and besides, were sister's…sort of, so come in my room and lets see what I can find." Later, in her room, Mary handed me two suits and pointed to the bath, so I went in and quickly undressed and pulled on the first suit. The material was like paint the way it was clinging to me, and showed every fault, starting with a seriously flat chest. I pulled it off and put on the next one. The material was heavier and had a built in bra, which helped a lot, and had a short skirt at the waist, which also helped a lot. If it was between these two, then this was the one, but with it on I was very insecure, because I would have to make sure that I didn't have an accident and have something rise, or fall, maybe even float out, and embarrass me. "Want to try on some of my shorts? I have a pair that will look real good on you Janet, let me get them." Mary dug around in her dresser, then handed me the khaki shorts. "Way back when I had no hips I bought this. If it fits, maybe you can use it, and these too." She handed me a pile of stuff, and I went into my own room and closed the door.

Wrapped inside of the pantybrief were small foam pads for a bra. I held up the pantybrief and it was obvious that there was no way it would fit, but it gave me an idea, so I removed the pads and tossed the rest in the trashcan. I yanked down the swimsuit and pulled on some panties, took the pads out of my own padded pantybrief as well as the one Mary gave me. I pushed the oval shaped pads under the thin cotton panties, moving them around until I had just the right shape, then I pulled on a plain beige pantybrief. All at once I had a rounder bottom and my hips were a bit wider, more feminine, which made me smile. I tried on the shorts, and found that they fit just fine, except for the small bulge in the front. I knew that if I ever had that happen in a swimsuit, no matter how good I looked, it would be over, so I resigned myself to the fact that I would spend a painful hour or more making sure that didn't happen.

Once before, about a year ago, I had read a story about a boy like me, and he used flesh colored tape to hide his manhood, so I tried it, and it wasn't as easy for me to do as it was in the story. Maybe because I did it myself, but still, the results were impressive, so I went into my bath and found the roll I had hidden in the back of the vanity. With a sigh I took out the small electric shaver and trimmed my groin to a small triangle then used a razor to make the skin smooth. Since the tape was made for it, once against my smooth skin it would hold like glue for several days, which I already knew, because, like I said, I had tried it once before. I went back in my room and found my scissors and then I went to get a bag of ice.

The ice bag hit my groin and I almost went into shock as the coldness made everything shrink, trying to keep warm. Ten minutes later I folded my sac so that I hid my manhood and used small strips of tape to hold it all in place. When I was done, and looked in the mirror, I saw that I had a thin slit where I had a bulge before, the tape almost invisible against my skin. I would now be sitting down to use the bathroom. From my previous experience trying this, I would have to wait until the hair grew out a bit to undo everything, but since it was summer and I was out of school, I had the time, and no reason to worry. My skin, still hairless did not need any attention, but I went back in the bath and shaved as close as possible, then opened my box of makeup. I put on my foundation and used powder to matte it, then went back to the room to get dressed. I pulled on clean panties, added the foam panty pads again, including one in front, just under my waistline, then the same thin pantybrief. The shorts Mary gave me now fit me like they would a girl, with no sign of my manhood at all. I cut more strips of tape and stood in front of the mirror, the small foam support pads on the dresser. Using the tape, I stuck it under my arm a bit and pulled it tightly in, and upwards, pulling all of the excess flesh on my skin into place. The foam pad rounded out the bottom and after I did the other side I had small, but very real breasts. The bra had built in pushup pads in it, and after I added the birdseed breastforms under my own skin, I had what seemed to be full and very real breasts. I put on my gym shoes and a tee, then brushed out my hair, added some lipstick and earrings, took another look in the mirror, and went to the kitchen.

Mom saw me and gasped, because it was obvious that the shorts, while a little tight, did not reveal what she thought they would, and with my now rounder shape, I looked more like a girl than last night. Before she could speak the phone rang and she picked it up. "Yes, she's here, wait a moment." Mom handed me the phone. "Yes?" It was Carolyn, a girl that was at the party last night. "Is it true that Kenny asked you out last night?" "Um…yes, why?" "Because I've been after him for a long time and almost had him, then you showed up, and I want him back!" I certainly did not want to get into a cat fight with her, and as far as I was concerned, after this weekend, she could have him, but I couldn't tell her that could I? "That's up to Ken isn't it? I mean, he makes the choice doesn't he, and if he chooses you, fine, but if it's me, well…" "We'll see Janet, we'll see!" She slammed the phone in my ear and I hung it up. "What was that all about?" "A girl named Carolyn said she almost had Ken and along I come and she's out. Now she's angry at me, and I don't know why! I mean, after this weekend Ken and I have nothing! I'm only going to be polite!" Mom snorted and simply said, "Right. I believe that Janet, just like I believe in the Easter Bunny."

Mary came in, and I saw that like me, she wore shorts and a tee. "Want to get your hair done Janet? I have an appointment today and I'll bet they can fit you in at the same time." "Getting my hair done wasn't on the agenda Mary, sorry." "Scared?" "No, realistic. After this weekend Janet will disappear, but if I get my hair done then what?" "Janet? Disappear? That's funny. No way honey. After last night there's no way you'll disappear. You like it too much, look too good, and now you have Ken to keep you busy all summer." "No way Mary!" She acted as if I didn't say a word, and handed me a purse. "Come on Janet, let's go to the salon and get it over with." I cast a look at mom who shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me. "It's up to you, but I tend to agree with Mary. There is no way Janet is going to disappear, so you might as well see what it's like to be a woman all of the time…and learn what we go through to be pretty. And how to dress for different occasions, and wait for a date, and worse, and be second class to men." "You want me to live as a girl full time?" "Right now I can't see any reason not to Janet, and after all, you have been kissing a boy, so that must mean something."

"Come on Janet, we'll be late." Mary took me by the arm and out I went. She drove us straight to the salon. "With your naturally curly hair Jeri will be able to work wonders on you Janet, and I'm willing to bet that you'll be even sexier than last night!" "This is crazy Mary! All I ever do is dress up once in a while, for myself, so how come you and mom are so hot on me doing this?" Mary has an angelic face but the mind of the devil sometimes, and I wondered, no, I had to know what was going on. "Because mom and I are tired of you sneaking around and playing dress up like a five year old. When Mom told me that you looked pretty I didn't believe her until I saw you last night. Even your best friend thinks you're hot. You can't possibly make me believe you didn't enjoy every minute last night because I was watching you, and all you did was smile. When the party at Sands Point was suggested it was natural for them to invite you because you're my "sister", and I didn't want you to be alone so I invited Ken. On top of all of that, you're enjoying this a lot more than you want to admit. I saw the way those shorts fit you, and there is no way that would happen unless you did something to yourself to make it look like you are a girl. That can only mean that you not only like it, you are certainly trying to be better looking as a girl, and that's why we are going to the salon. To make sure that happens."

Don't you just hate it when people can see right through you? Yes, I did try to look good last night, and I succeeded. I wanted to think that it was so I wouldn't come off as a clown, but inside, deep inside, in my private place, I knew it was because I liked it, and wanted to become the girl I always wanted to be. Mary had seen through me and reached into my private place, discovered my secret, and now she was acting on what she found. Worse, I found myself unable to resist the lure of getting my hair done. I wanted it done in a style so feminine that when combined with the rest of my efforts, there would be no doubt that I was a girl, none at all. As a sop to my manhood, I added, "You can't tell anyone Mary or my goose will be cooked good!" "I won't, don't worry so much."

I sat watching as Mary had her hair washed, unaware that another girl was on her way over to me. "Hi. I'm Beth. Let me set up and we can get started on those nails." "Nails?" "Your sister said that you need them done, so here I am!" With my nails done it would make it impossible for me to be myself for quite a while, and I knew I could say no thanks, but after what Mary told me in the car, I said "okay Beth". One by one my nails had extensions added to them, then she filed them all to a rounded point and painted them in a soft plum color. "These acrylic nails are the best Janet, but you have to come in once a week to let me check them." Just as my nails had dried, Jeri motioned me to the chair as Mary sat where I had been. Jeri washed my hair, then, without a word began to cut. My natural curl gave her several options, and I was surprised when she added a few rollers on my hair. Some kind of gel was sprayed on and then a plastic cap put over my hair. "This won't take long Janet, just relax." Twenty minutes later she removed the rollers and began to brush out my hair, and when she was done I saw what she had done for the first time. Parted in the middle my hair fell to a mass of ringlets that went from one side to the other with bangs rolled down on my forehead and swept to one side. "This won't hurt Janet, hold still" Jeri said, then she popped a plastic insert into each earlobe! Mary was done about the time I was, and she paid the bill for both of us.

First my…adjustments, now my hair and nails were done. There wasn't much chance that I would be back to my old self any time soon, and as I looked in the mirror, I started to smile, my white teeth outlined in soft red. "Ready?" Mary broke my concentration, then we walked out of the salon, out to the car. "You look hot Janet, sizzling even." "Thanks Mary." "Tell me, if Ken gets frisky, how far are you willing to go?" The question, right out of the blue like that caught me off guard and I stared at her, my eyes wide. "Face it honey, boys do not think like we do. They only have enough blood to run one head at a time, so it's up to us to make sure it's the one on their shoulders, or risk more than we might want." "I won't do any of that Mary!" "I'm sure you believe that, we all do, but those boys have a way of getting to us, and all I'm doing is telling you to be careful." What Mary said is something I had thought of but dismissed, thinking that no boy would be attracted to me. Now…"God you look terrific Janet, and if I had not seen you with my own eyes I would not have believe that you're my own brother!" I failed to suppress a smile. "I do look pretty good don't I?" "Want to stop at the mall? Maybe you can find a better suit than the one I gave you." My euphoria must have overcome my common sense, because I nodded my head yes. "We can get you some earrings and so on of your own too." "How are we going to pay for all of this Mary? I don't have enough money!" "Mom gave me her credit card this morning." What was left to say? I was certainly committed now, and simply watched the scenery as she drove us to the mall, parking close to the door. "They have a nice selection at Sares, lets start there."

Swimsuits, rack after rack of them hung in a profusion of colors and styles in front of me, and I was instantly lost. There was no way I would be able to wear what I wanted to wear, I simply did not have the body for it, but I was hopeful I could find something. Mary however had seen something and wandered away, leaving me alone to seek out the perfect suit. Still not quite as sure of myself as I should be, I carefully fingered the suits, pretending to look at them while I was really waiting for Mary to come back. Finally I went to find her, not wanting to be alone just yet, and I found her in lingerie, holding two small boxes. "I'll take them, along with these." I watched as she paid for the stuff and when she rejoined me she was smiling wider than ever. "Guess what I found?" "I don't know, money?" "No silly, come in here with me." She pointed to the changing booth and I instantly went on alert, but she held my arm and in I went, only mildly protesting the tug on my arm.

"Just look in the boxes Janet and quit fussing so much!" Mary opened one of the boxes and I saw a perfect boob! "She told me they attach right to the skin, and after an hour or so they conduct body heat. These are a size A, which is what you are now. Take your tee off and let's try it." I picked it up in my hand and it sure did feel like the real thing! It was even a very close match to my skin color! I peeled off the tee, then my bra, and carefully removed the tape. Mary used the glue to attach them to my chest in exactly the right place. Looking in the mirror I could not see the seams, and they looked as if they were my own! "Put your bra on and we can find you a better suit, which will now be a lot easier I'll bet." She was right. The minute I had my bra on I knew that I could wear almost anything, and the swimsuit I picked out was a lot like the one I discarded the first time. It fit like paint, but this time I had no uncertain bulges or lacked anything to fill it out. Even my hips, padded with the foam from the pantybrief Mary gave me, were rounded and I seemed to have a smaller waist. All in all not bad I thought. I changed back to my shorts and tee and joined Mary as she headed for my favorite place.

Cindy's Palace was a haven for luxurious lingerie. I had been there a few times on the pretense of just looking, but now I could do more than just look, and Mary knew it. As I walked around the store I saw a lot of things I wanted, satin panties for one, but Mary drifted to the corselet section and began to wave at me. "You might want to get one of these Janet. It will help you have a shapelier figure. I have one myself." I looked at them, all satin and lace, a few strings and I wanted one, so I nodded my head yes. Mary borrowed a tape, measured me, and we bought one in plain white. Not my choice in color, but Mary said it was more useful. From there we went to a costume jewelry shop where I picked up a dozen earrings, some bracelets and a few necklaces and a cheap gold watch. "Mom also said to get you a nice dress or two of your own Janet. Lets go to C.J. Dimes and see what they have. By the time we left the mall I had two new dresses of my own, a dozen new panties and two new bras with three new skirts and blouses, not including the other stuff we bought. Mary and I had done some serious damage to mom's credit card and I wondered what she would say about it.

From the moment my nails had been done I had worried that it would take forever to get used to them, but after an hour or so of shopping it became second nature and I no longer thought about it any more. Only the flash of red whenever I moved my hands reminded me that I now had very feminine looking hands. Mary and I dragged everything into the house without even thinking, and when mom saw me I thought she was going to faint! "You look so different Janet! Your hair! And nails!" "That's not all mom, you haven't seen the best part yet!" "What does that mean…exactly Mary?" "Show her Janet." I pulled up my tee and mom saw my obvious cleavage. "So?" "Take your bra off Janet." I reached back and unsnapped it, then held it up with my tee. Then mom gasped. Ohmygod! You've got boobs!" I stood there as she inched closer, then she saw the thin seam. "Pretty good uh mom?" "I'll say!" Then she relaxed and looked at Mary and I. "Just how long do those stay on like that?" "The instruction sheet said a month, then she has to take them off to clean them and let her skin breath for an hour or so." Mary had forgot to mention that little tidbit when she attached them! Now I really was committed! "Well, Ken called and said he was on his way over, and that was just a few moments ago, so you better go up and straighten things out Janet."

Mary and I carried everything to my room and I quickly refastened my bra and touched up my lipstick. "I can hardly wait to see his reaction to you in the new swimsuit you bought Janet. Hell, I'm still getting used to having a sister!" "This is something I have dreamed about for so long that I can't remember Mary, but please don't tell anyone, especially mom." "Janet, she already knows that. Why do you think she let us use her credit card?" I heard the doorbell ring and started to go answer it when Mary held me back. "Make them wait Janet, always make them wait. They expect it, and we get to make an entrance." I heard mom answer the door while Mary suggested that I change into a more revealing top. "I have just the one, wait here." What she handed me was a wisp of a pullover top. Black, it had two straps over the shoulders with a square cut neckline, which showed off a lot of my brand new charms. "Wear it without a bra Janet, the straps are too narrow for a bra." I quickly took it off and had the top back on. "He's really going to love that look Janet." I missed the glint in her eye completely.

Mom called up for me, and I opened the door, walking down the stairs carefully, and as femininely as I could. Ken was there, watching every step I took, his mouth wide open in surprise. "And I thought you looked good last night!" "Thank you." "Why don't you kids use the patio? Mary and I have some things to do." I knew by the look on her face that Mom knew that I was braless, but she didn't say anything else as I led the way with Ken right behind me. Sitting at the table, he was still staring at me, his eyes telling me that he also knew that I had no bra on. "Tell me why all of this Kenny. You know I'm not a girl, yet you…" He held up his hand and I stopped. "You like to dress as a girl and found the courage to admit it last night, which gave me the courage to say that I'm…well, I'm very attracted to you." That left me speechless because Ken was well known for dating the best looking girls! "None of the girls have been able to hold my attention for very long, which you of all people certainly know about Janet. I like them and all, but they all seem to be airheads, and I know for sure that you on the other hand, are a male, but you sure look fantastic as a girl, which solves a lot of problems for both of us doesn't it? You can go out with me and have fun, while I can be with a pretty girl that isn't an airhead. The minute I saw you last night I knew. That's why I kissed you. I had to know for sure that what I felt last night was real, and now I do. On top of all of that, you're my best friend."

The way he looked at me was so different, his touch so electric, his crooked smile so enchanting. Still confused by what had happened in just a few days, without a guide to tell me right from wrong, I started to cry! My dream had come true, and yet I was so filled with fear that at times I felt as if I was freezing in place. Ken, my friend of many years had kissed me, knowing who I am, and I liked it! I liked it so much I tasted him for hours after, his aftershave lingering until I slept. My tears dripped on my cheek, a thin streak of black caressing my cheeks. My body was quivering as I tried to regain my composure, then, all at once, he pulled me to my feet and held me to him. His arms went around me as he held me tight. "Janet" I turned, and he placed his lips on mine, gently at first, then with passion.

My arms went around his neck, unable, or afraid, to let go. Finally…

"Ken, you want a female that you can be with and so on, and I assume you want her to be equipped like one. Well I'm not! At least not now! After last night, when I wasn't even sure I wanted to come down those stairs like this, but I did, I now I know its the real thing Ken. I guess I want to be a girl more than I imagined, and now that I have the chance, I like everything about it, but being with you would be a lie for both of us wouldn't it?" He said nothing and all we did was look at each other. "I was afraid that was what you would say, but I don't really care. You're my friend and always have been, so why can't we at least date?" "This is ridiculous Ken! I only look like a girl!" "You're a very attractive girl Janet Grant, and I intend to make you my girl, regardless of what anyone says!" Then he took my hand in his. I was thoroughly stunned at what he had said! I had not planned on this in any way, but now I had to make a decision. My hands flashed red again and I realized that I was going to be Janet for a long time, so my mind simply told me to be the girl I wanted to be. "What now Ken?" "Now you let me take you to dinner tonight, real fancy, and then you and I go to the Point tomorrow." Ken and I had known each other for years, as close as two people can be, yet I had held a secret dear to my heart, unable to find the strength to tell him, and in a way we had both suffered from it. Now it was all out in the open. I wanted to be a girl and he wanted to be my boyfriend. In theory it should have worked for both of us, so why was I so nervous? He sat back in his chair and looked at me, then smiled. "It took a lot of guts for you to do this Janet. Not many guys would admit they want to be a girl, but you have, and as far as I'm concerned that's harder than me saying I want to be with you as more than a friend. What your doing is very visual, and people can tell in an instant that you're a girl, or seem to be. If you did this badly it would be terrible, but you do it very well. Me, I don't wear a sign that says I like a boy that looks like a girl on it, and most people wouldn't ever know. If I go to the Point tomorrow Janet, I'll be bringing my best friend along, which is you. Right now I'm going home so that you have time to get ready for one really nice dinner tonight." He got up and I watched him as he walked away. I was left sitting there wondering about Ken and I.

I watched him as he walked across the yard to his house, then mom joined me at the table. "Trouble honey?" "Ken said he is attracted to me mom. I never expected, or wanted this! Now what do I do?" "Why, you go out with him and have a nice time! You two have known each other almost since birth, and now that you have decided to openly dress as a girl, he knows why your such good friends, but his admiration and friendship for you has now turned into something more, and I'll bet you feel it too." "But mom…" "Remember when I told you that you would have to face the consequences sooner or later? Well now is the time. All your life you have been sneaking around and dressing up as a girl, hiding and being secretive, but I could always tell when you had dressed up. I have decided that now is the time for you to have the chance to become that girl and experience what it means, and being a girl includes dating." "But I never expected to date mom! I just like to dress up once in a while, and now this! Ken was serious Mom, he wants me to be his girl!" She sat back and asked me if I had ever been turned down by a girl. "Sure, most guys have mom." "That's because the girl has the right to say no, and if you really feel this way about Ken, then simply say no."

She was right of course, but I didn't want to say no, and yet, at the same time, I felt like I had to, just to save my own self esteem. I was a bundle of nerves and mom knew it. "Even if I disregard what Mary says, my own eyes don't lie Janet. You did something to give yourself a smooth and very feminine looking front, then you let Mary attach those breastforms to your chest. You had your hair and nails done, your ears pierced, and now your making a fuss? You let all of that happen because you wanted it to happen, and now you have to live with it. Whether your scared or not, the fact is that you could have said no at any time and didn't. I can only assume that this is exactly what you planned on, or at least wanted all along, and now that you have become a girl, at least visually, and attracted some attention from Ken, all at once your ready to quit! Well, from what Mary said, you have at least a month with those boobs on your chest so you might as well make the best of it." I almost started to cry again, but mom put her hand on mine, then, "I'm right aren't I?" I nodded my head yes, because everything she had said was true, but I had been afraid to admit it, even to myself. "Ken is coming over to take you to dinner tonight, "special" I think he said, so why not the two of us find you a sexy dress to wear and get you dressed?" What could I do? I again nodded my head yes. Mom followed me to my room then shut the door.

"I want to see how you managed to…hide things." I slipped off the top and let the shorts hit the floor. When mom saw the way the breastforms looked she sucked in her breath, but stayed silent. My panties were last, the foam pads bouncing when they hit the floor, then I stood there totally naked in front of her. For a moment she said nothing at all, then she started to giggle! My mother was giggling! "Am I that funny to look at?" "Of course not; you look fantastic, and if I had not seen this I wouldn't have believed it! Other than those skinny hips of yours, you look terrific, and I know that Ken will think so too." That made me start to cry and mom held me tightly in her arms. "You are what you are, so quit worrying so much about it and make the best of it. Obviously you want to live the life of a girl, so do it, but always do your best." As my tears soaked into her blouse she quietly told me to go clean up and wash the makeup off.

I wore a plastic cap in the shower, another first for me. I shaved as close as possible and made sure my skin was silky smooth, then I used a sweet lotion to soften my skin. Mom had left the room, but on the bed was a dress, along with all of the lingerie I would need. I slipped into clean panties and sat at the vanity to do my makeup. I took my time and did it exactly like mom showed me earlier. Once I had the foundation and powder on I started on my eyes. Eyeshadow was about the only thing I thought I did well, and as I picked up the swab I began to smile. Soft plum, then a light gray followed by a thin line of coral under my eyebrows. Deep black eyeliner on the upper lid, then with black pencil to finish outlining my eyes. Black mascara to make the lashes thicker and coral blusher on each cheek. Then I used mom's powder to dust my body and started to get dressed. First came the foam pads that I slipped into my panties, then the pantybrief and pantyhose. On the bed was the corselet that Mary had picked out for me, and as I fastened up the eleven hooks in the front I felt my waist shrinking. Then I pulled the laces as tight as I could stand and my waist grew even smaller.

I picked up the dress, it was one of mom's best ones, and held it against me before I slipped it over my head and zipped it up. The material closed around my new shape, easily accenting my now small waist and revealing the cresting cleavage caused by the tight corselet in the square cut neckline. The hem of the dress was modestly above the knees, enough to provoke without being lewd, tight enough to show my figure yet let me move without straining the material. I called to mom and she came in to straighten out my hair. "You look lovely Janet. I just know that Ken will find you irresistible tonight." There was nothing I could say to that because it was already true, just the degree of his attraction to me was at issue. I wore gold and black chandelier earrings with a choker necklace to match, with a gold watch and a ring mom pressed into my hand. "This was mine when I was your age. Why don't you wear it?" I had to use some soap to get it on, the small diamond glinting in the light. The shoes were black patent leather, and as I stepped into them I felt my calves tighten and my butt move upward. The perfume mom gave me was brand new. "I bought this for you, I hope you like it. I put it on my wrists, neck and elbow's, then traced my lips in a color to match my nails. My purse lay on the bed, and I put my wallet, lipstick, and some tissue in it, ready to wait in the familyroom. "No, you wait here Janet. I'll call you and that way you can make another entrance."

As I waited in my room I looked in the mirror and realized that this is exactly what I had dreamed of for so long. To be all dressed up and have a date, as a girl of course. No matter what angle I tried there was no sign of my old self, just a 16 year old girl trying her best to look sexy, and succeeding. Ken was right on time, and when mom called me, I slowly walked down those stairs watching as Ken's mouth opened, then closed, a smile creasing his face. The delight I saw on his face must have been matched by my own look because mom quickly had us stand together as she took our picture. Ken took my arm and led me to the car, then drove us to Fours, a popular restaurant by the river. "God you look beautiful Janet!" "Thank you Ken, but this won't last forever." "Why is that? Are you Cinderella?" "You know why Kenny!" He said nothing more about it and dinner was wonderful. He was a perfect gentleman all during dinner, and we even danced a little. Later, on the way home he stopped in the park, out on the point by the lake. I knew exactly what he had in mind the minute he drove into the park, so why didn't I ask him to take me home?

"Janet…" he started, then simply pulled me close to him and kissed me. His arm was around my shoulder as his lips touched mine, and I was unable to resist him. My head went back and his tongue slipped into my mouth, driving me almost crazy. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into my girl self, even as his hand went to my leg and began to stroke me. Like a cat, he had me purring in minutes and I forgot all about my male self. I let him stroke my leg as his other hand pushed on my bodice, his hand moving in slow circles. I had become Janet, a girl, and now Ken wanted me, and I wanted him to want me. He put my hand on his lap, his hardness eagerly pushing, straining against his clothes. As for myself, I felt no pressure of erection at all, just an overpowering need to make Ken happy. Lost in thought and lust I was surprised that when he moved he had revealed his manhood, and when he put my hand on it I did not recoil.

Neither of us said a word, but his hand went over mine and moved in a stroking motion, which I well understood. He lay back as I stroked him, then lost in my newfound femininity, I let my hand surround him, then began to stroke him. Almost at once he filled my hand and sighed as I sat back…digging a tissue out of my purse. I had now crossed the line of my denials and leapt into the world of women by doing something I never thought I would ever do. He had that grin of his plastered all over his face, and as he put things away and zipped up I hung my head, wondering what he would say now that I had committed the act, one male to another. "Janet, I want you to have this." He put his class ring in my hand, which made me start to cry! "Kenny…I….we…" "Stop it Janet! Take the ring and wear it. We both know that there is no way that Jeff is ever coming back don't we? You are Janet now, maybe you always have been. All I know is that I have found the girl for me, and that's you." I looked in his eyes with a question on my face, and he got the message. "No Janet. It wasn't because you…it wasn't that at all. I knew yesterday, and so did you, now put the ring in your purse and I'll take you home."

I slipped into the house quietly and in my room slowly undressed, reviewing each moment of the evening. I had done something I never thought I would do. I had not planned it of course, but now that it was done I couldn't take it back. As the nightgown slipped over my head and I got into bed, I realized that I didn't feel at all guilty. Girls sometimes do things for their men, which is what I had done. Ken had not pressed the issue at all, it was me. In a raging frenzy of lust I had eagerly taken him to me and made him happy. I had…not sex with Ken, but…something! I lay there remembering the feel of it, the smooth skin so like my own but different, his kisses and his touch. Every nerve ending was tingling with excitement, even now. I drifted to sleep, smiling I'm sure.

When I appeared in the morning I know that I looked like hell. Panties and shorts, a top without a bra, no makeup and my hair still a mess. "Have a nice time last night Janet?" "Sure mom. Dinner and dancing, it was very nice." "And what about afterwards?" I wasn't about to tell her I had done something for Ken, at least not just yet, so I shrugged my shoulders. "He didn't take you to the park?" Just how did she know that?" "Well…yes, but…" Mom held up her hand and I fell silent. "After breakfast you better get ready for your day at the beach." Wisely, I kept my mouth shut, ate breakfast and went to my room. I wasn't there two minutes when Mary came in. "Okay sister dear, tell me all about it!" "Nothing to tell. Nice dinner, some dancing, and a few kisses, then he brought me home." "More kissing! Now I know for sure that I'll have a sister from now on!" I'm beginning to think she's a witch, what with her perceptions. "Better get changed Janet they'll be here soon."

I took a shower, shaved close, then put on my skimpiest pair of pantybrief's, then put the foam pads inside and then stepped into the suit. The pantybrief was cut high on the legs, yet I was still able to move the padding around to get a very nice shape, and the new suit displayed no sign that I had padded my hips. Over that I pulled on my shorts and went in the bath to do my makeup. This time it was just foundation and powder with a bit of lipstick. I stepped into my own gym shoes and brushed my hair back and held the sides in place with a pair of barrettes, then changed purses. Mary and mom had both let me have a few of their old purses, which gave me some selection at least. I put in some blue button earrings and wore Ken's ring around my neck on a gold chain. At first I hesitated about wearing it, then decided that everyone would find out sooner or later anyway, so why not? Mom saw the ring first, but Mary spoke first. "Just a few kisses my ass! She's wearing his class ring!" Mom looked but stayed silent for a moment, then, "Is there anything else I should know about?" "No mom, he gave it to me and I didn't know how to say no." "Rubbish" she said, then went into the familyroom. Mary however, was more in tune with things between boys and girls, and no matter what I said, she just grinned. "Ready to go?" "Sure".

Ken came over half an hour later and we drove to the Point. "I see you decided to wear my ring." "You gave it to me to wear didn't you?" "Well, sure, but I thought that you might be…concerned about it." "After last night? No way Kenny! You wanted me and now you have me!" His response was to put his hand on my leg. "None of that Kenny, just drive the car." We were almost to the Point when he told me that he talked to Steve. "I told him we were a couple Janet. He promised to keep things quiet so we can just enjoy the day, but I can't wait until he sees you!" That made me smile. My femininity was still working just fine thank you very much.

Steve wasn't the person I was worried about, it was the few kids that had figured out that I was not a girl, but had kept quiet. The minute they saw Ken and I together, with me wearing his class ring, well, they might not stay silent. The best I could hope for was that I looked good enough to make them realize that this wasn't a joke for me. And there was Carolyn to contend with. The moment she finds out that Jeff and Janet are the same person, well, she is going to raise all kinds of hell. She thought she had Ken in her pocket, which turns out to be wrong, but the only one that doesn't know it is herself. Ken and I walked down to the beach and put down our blankets and so on, then he quickly stripped off his shorts and top, then looked at me. "Well?" I looked around and saw that nobody was watching me, so I stripped off my shorts and stood there in that swimsuit feeling more naked than if I actually had been! "Damn Janet. You look better than ever, especially in that suit!" Ken was smiling even as he patted the blanket next to him, and I sat down, my knees firmly locked together. "You know, there isn't one thing about you that even remotely hints that you are not exactly what you seem to be Janet." His eyes were devouring me from head to toe, which was making me just a tiny bit nervous. He took my hand in his and we sat there enjoying the sun.

"Hi Ken." We looked up and saw Sam standing there. He is Carolyn's brother, and thinks he is the best gift in the world for women; the reality is that he's pompous and a snob. Not many girls went out with him twice. "You must be Janet. My sister thought you might be here with Kenny. She's not happy with you because she thinks you did her wrong, and you" he looked at Ken, "I hear that Janet here isn't a girl at all, but is Mary's brother Jeff. I never thought you liked boys Kenny." Kenny was up in a shot, facing Sam nose to nose. "Stand up Janet, please." I did as he asked, then he asked Sam if I looked anything like a boy. His eyes quickly scanned up and down, then settled on my breasts before he looked back at Ken. At that moment I was very glad I endured the pain and taken the time to hide my maleness. My smooth front and swelling breasts looked every bit as feminine as any other girl on the beach! "Well, no, but I heard…" "Sam, you're an asshole and your sister and I have nothing together and never did. Now go away before I get angry." Sam retreated, but he and some of his friends gathered and started to talk.

"This can get very ugly Ken, let's just go home." "We can't baby, because that would make them even more suspicious. Just sit there and try to enjoy yourself." About that time Mary and her friends arrived, and we all sat together. Ken was watching Sam and his friends while the others set their things out. Me, I was nervous as hell and simply didn't want to get caught up in some kind of struggle. I had enough of that just to be here. "No matter what happens, you girls stay here and let Ken and I take care of it." Steve stood up, all 6' 2" of him, facing Sam and his buddies as they walked back towards us. "We think that she's a male, so we want her to prove she's not." "No chance pal, take a hike into the water and keep going." Ken was in his face now, and with Steve standing close by, there wasn't any chance that Sam would do anything. His basic cowardice would get in the way. "If she's a girl, then she won't mind showing a few of the girls, which will settle the issue won't it?" Steve moved closer, ready to attack, Sam backing away, when Mary said "Sure, we can do that, but we pick the girls." I almost fainted when she said that, but Beth, Steve's girlfriend was nodding her head yes. "Beth has just met Janet, so I choose her, and Jennifer over there, and… Marcie." Sam had no choice but to agree, even though Carolyn wanted to be there. "Let's go Janet."

In the privacy of a changing booth, with all of us crowded in there, it was tight. Marcie of course knew who I was, and Jennifer had an inkling. "Okay Janet, take down the top of your suit." I did as Mary told me, then quickly pulled it back up. "Any questions? Do we all agree that Janet is a girl?" All of them nodded their heads yes and we walked back out, straight into Sam and his sister. "Sam, if you had a brain you would be dangerous. Janet undressed for us, and I'm telling you she is as much a girl as I am!" That wasn't quite true, but Beth spoke very forcefully, and he backed off for a moment. "I'll bet. You are all friends and…" "Listen Carolyn, I just met her today, and I also saw her naked, so butt out!" With that we walked back to Steve and Ken, my insides more like a milkshake. "That went quite well, don't you think so Janet?" Mary, I…" "You look fine Janet, just relax and enjoy the day." It was well known that Marcie wanted to be a male for a long time. Other than the party we just had, I can't remember the last time I saw her in anything but slacks. I looked at her, glad she understood me so well. Wearing a heavy one piece suit, Marcie did the best she could to hide her feminine charms, but still, she looked like a girl. Beth and Steve sat with us for a while, then drifted off to find some privacy. Mary and her boyfriend Greg stayed for a while, watching with us as Sam and Carolyn along with their friends left as well.

That day was the opening of the floodgates for me. As the days went on it became second nature for me to do my hair and makeup each morning, getting better with each attempt, until I no longer needed any help. Ken and I dated all summer, but like mom had told me I could, and I never repeated helping him find relief. In late summer it was obvious to mom, Mary and I that I would never return to manhood. I couldn't, and wouldn't do it. That fall I was enrolled in a private school. During that summer I learned how to act like the girl I looked like, and now it is natural for me. Just before Christmas my doctor prescribed medication to help me, and by spring I had developed a small but certain shape with wider hips and a small bustline. Ken and I continued to date for a while, but his eye saw another and we drifted apart. I never really dated much, but happy to be able to be myself. I no longer felt the weight of my fear, because after this long I acted like a girl in every way, right to the smallest mannerism. When I was a Senior, my friend Gretchen mentioned that her brother was interested in me!

She told me that he had seen me several times, and wanted to meet me, so I agreed to have a coffee with them at a local cafe. Fred is tall, well over six foot, with sandy hair going thin, blue eyes and a wicked smile. Like Gretchen, he was easy going, a good listener, and seemed like an all around good guy. Before we left, he asked me out and I agreed. He took me to dinner, and I was surprised to find that he was a little shy as well. Polite, he made sure my every need was met. We danced, we ate, then later on my front porch, he kissed me, and set me on fire. I went in the house, quivering with excitement, shaken by my reaction to one simple kiss. That started it.

Fred and I dated for the entire year, growing closer, moving closer to the moment he would ask for something I could not give. While he never pushed me in that direction my mind was frantically trying to think of a way to satisfy both of us. He took me to the Prom, then later, my graduation. Mary and I had grown close, like sisters always do, mom no longer coaching either of us in the art of handling men, and yet, I saw the worry on her face. Two days later, Fred and I were in the park when he pulled me to him, then he put my hand on his weapon. "Janet, I need you! I want you, and I can't wait any more!" We shared that desire. We went deeper into the woods, then he put out a blanket. "I can't, and won't do that Fred." "There are other ways Janet." As he kissed me and stroked my leg I began to respond to him, then his hand went to my bottom as he rolled me on my side. My hand lay there between us as he unzipped. Smooth hardness filled my hand as I stroked him, then he lay on his back, a clear signal what he wanted me to do. My hand found his hairy chest, then his firm nipples as he waited for my touch. My lips touched him, then I took him. It lasted only minutes, yet I was no longer concerned. This is my man and I am his woman. When he was done I smiled at him, knowing I had pleased him. He held me close, then kissed me again.

Two weeks later I started the program, and now, two years later, I am a complete woman. He gave me the engagement ring last year, and now I stand ready to take the other ring from him. Nervous, all I heard was the minister. "We are gathered here to join this man, and this woman…" We had a wonderful honeymoon as Fred and I searched for new ways to explore our lust and love.

 

The end

 

 

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