Plain Old Bob                         by: Janet L. Stickney                 JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

My name, like the rest of my life doesn't make me stand out. Bob. Plain old Bob. I'm only 5'7" tall, average to thin build, weighing maybe 135. I have light brown hair and blue eyes. Just your average fellow. Not big enough to play on a sports team, not smart enough to hide behind a geeky face, or even try acting. My tenor voice doesn't carry well I was told. I don't even have a girlfriend. All in all, I go through the endless days, one after the other doing the best I can, hoping for better, knowing that it probably won't happen, because it never does. I live alone with my mother in a small cottage style house that was paid off when dad was shot and killed at the store. Now mom works there during the day while I help out after school and on weekends. Right after dad was killed we moved the store to the suburbs, selling off everything when we moved. Mom wanted another kind of shop, one less likely to be held up, so she bought an existing shop, expanded our stock, and we do real well now. When we first opened none of our customers said a word about me working at the shop, but now that I'm 16, many of our clients have expressed some concern that a young man was working in a dress shop. Mom was also concerned, but said little to me about it, merely restricting me to the front of the store when we were open.

Then it happened. Some woman was in the shop, just browsing, while I stayed behind the counter. All at once she started to yell at me, telling me that I had no place in a dress shop, and I must be some kind of pervert to work there. I told her I owned half of the shop, but she went off like a rocket when she heard that. Mom told her to leave, and she did, but it rattled my already shaky confidence, leaving me to wonder if I should just stay home. That night mom and I talked about it, but we both concluded that there was no way I could just quit. We couldn't yet afford to hire anyone else. That's when mom got that far away look in her eye. When she looked at me again, she had that little grin of hers, which is when I knew what she was thinking, and I didn't like it. I know enough about clothes to sell them, any idiot can read the tag, but beyond that, I don't have a clue, and don't want one either!

"We can solve this problem quite easily Bobby. We'll simply make you look like a girl. That way it will still be you and I, and we won't have a repeat of what happened today."

"No."

Mom let it drop for the moment, but I knew she wasn't done yet, and sure enough, right after dinner she brought it up again. This time she pointed out every single thing about me that would make it easy to turn me into a girl. Small, a higher than normal voice, moderately longer hair, an oval face and so on. Then she started in on the number of close friends I have. Zero. By the time she was done she had bared me to the bone, revealing all of my shortcomings. How could I respond to that? She was right. Nobody would miss me on the weekends, and since school will be out in less than ten days, working during the day would not be a problem. She had made it plain that she wanted me to at least try it, so the only, and biggest question in my mind was could I do it, and how would I look. Mom assured me I would look very nice, so, after some more pleading on her part, I quietly agreed to a one time test, just to see for myself. Mom told me that tomorrow, Sunday, we would try it. I did not really want to do this, but we simply had very few alternatives. The woman that did all the screeching is very prominent, and we're sure that unless we made some kind of change, well, our sales would drop to almost nothing. I agreed to try it, but that's all.

Mom left for a while and I went to the familyroom to watch some television. The next morning, right after breakfast, mom and I went to my room where she waited until I had my robe off. Standing there in just my briefs she began to smear some kind of smelly cream all over me. When I began to itch, she told me to shower it off, wash my hair, and shave as close as possible. Shave? What a laugh. A cat could probably lick most of my beard off. I did as she told me, which is when I realized that all of the thin hair on my body was washing down the drain, leaving my skin hairless and smooth. With a sigh I finished up, wrapped a towel around myself, and went back into my room to find mom laying clothes out on the bed. I recognized the dress. It's our best seller.

"If we are going to do this, then we might as well do it right Bobby. Put these on."

She handed me a pair of white nylon French cut panties which rested high on my hips, clinging tightly to my midsection and butt, simple and perfectly appropriate for a girl of sixteen. Then came the bra, size 34A, one of the new Pushemup's. Once we had gone that far, mom took me to her bedroom, sat me at her vanity, and began to dab and spread out the foundation. Then came the powder, which she let set for a moment before she brushed away the excess. As I watched, the mysteries of makeup grew a little less scary. Soft green with a light gray eyeshadow, then black eyeliner over and under each eye. Looking at my reflection I felt my heart sink, because this was going to work. My plain face had been turned into that of a young girl! My hair was still damp, so mom started putting in some rollers, using a gel of some kind as she went along. When my hair was a mass of pink rollers, she and I went back to my room. The first thing she did was use one rolled up sock to stuff each cup of the bra, then she handed me a pantybrief which I slipped on.

The pantyhose gave me the shivers as I slipped them up my legs and pulled then tight to my waist. A short slip was pulled over my head, then the dress, and finally, I stepped into the short heeled shoes. As I turned around and looked in the mirror I did not see myself. I saw a young girl, not exactly beautiful, but certainly cute enough. The hem of the dress was at mid thigh on me, revealing an awful lot of leg, but the first thought that ran through my mind was that they are nice legs. My bustline is not to big or small, the round neck of the dress hiding everything, yet hinting at more. My bare arms now looked skinny, and with no sleeves, were bare to the shoulder. The dress tapered to my waist then flared out at my hips. I swallowed hard as mom took me by the hand back to her room so she could take out the rollers. As the pile of rollers grew larger I saw my hair as it lay in masses of curls. Then she brushed it out. By the time she was done I no longer resembled myself in any way! Mom handed me a lipstick, I took it, and drew it on my lips, turning them a soft plum color. After that came some small gold clip on earrings, a gold watch of hers, and a ring for my left hand. Finally, she spritzed me with her perfume.

As I stared at myself in the mirror I saw mom behind me grinning. I looked like any average to cute looking high school girl. No cheerleader, but not desperate either.

"Now all you need is a new name. Bobby sounds so…childish? Think about it, but for now, why don't we drive to the shop?"

I did not hear a word she said. I was stuck on the image of this girl, so different, yet so familiar.

"Bobby?"

Without a thought, my mouth opened and out popped a name.

"Janet."

"What a pretty name! I like it! Shall we go?"

Without another word she took my hand, walked out to the car, then drove us to our shop. I was worried someone would see me this way, and they did, but not one person pointed, or stared, or laughed. I'm not sure that's a good thing or not. The minute we were in the store mom started to take skirts and dresses off the racks, piling them on the counter. I followed her around, just to make sure she didn't pick anything that I didn't like, even on the hanger. We were there maybe an hour, and when we left I had four skirts, three dresses, a black purse, and several blouses and pullover tops. There wasn't any discussion about if I would do this, mom and I both saw that it was possible, and since our livelihood might be on the line, she merely assumed I would do it, then made sure I had enough clothes. As I walked around, the lightweight material of the dress, the scent of the perfume, and the taste of the lipstick all combined to make me feel feminine, which was a whole new experience for me. Not unpleasant, just different. I began to relax as mom and I selected the clothing. Then she told me that we needed to buy more panties, pantyhose, and of course, two more bras, plus small breastforms if they had them. That meant the mall. All at once I wasn't quite as confident, but she insisted, adding a woman's wallet to my purse, then held the door as I carried everything to the car.

In less than a few hours mom had managed to take away every bit of my manhood, replacing it with this girl I called Janet. As a gag, something to try, it was okay with me, then we saw how I turned out. Mom told me that as long as I was careful how I walked, used my hands and arms, I would be okay. As she parked the car I wanted to run away, but could not. This was the test. If I could walk in, buy bras and so on without any glance my way, maybe I could get away with this charade. Mom says it'll be easy, because most girls my age are still a bit awkward. Unfortunately, I don't know any awkward girls, but I kept in step with her as she and I walked into the mall, and then into the department stores lingerie section. I was in a sea of color, without a clue, but mom diligently found the bras, and I was soon holding two in my hand. A package of panties in assorted colors, then she found a padded pantybrief and took that. Three pairs of pantyhose, another dress slip like the one I had on, then, at the counter, a pair of breastforms in size A. As we were walking out, mom pointed out the makeup shop, urging me to go in. I drew the line right there, insisting that we go home, and she gave in. I had done what she asked, now I wanted to change clothes.

I took the new things to my room, ready to change into a pair of jeans and a tee, but I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself again. Unlike before, this girl would have a lot of kids, probably boys, trying to get her to go out with them. I looked so different that I really had no reason to worry about being discovered, it was my male pride. I'm the only boy I know of in our school that has worn a dress, or gone outside wearing it . As I stood there looking at myself, I wondered how my life would change if I really did this. The more I looked, the more I liked what I saw. Becoming Janet could change my entire life, but if I look at it like mom told me, as if this is a uniform for work, then everything will be fine. That's when I made the decision. It wasn't that hard once I saw myself dressed this way, then compared it to the way I looked before, and of course, the lack of laughing when we were in the mall. It was less a revelation than an acceptance of the obvious. I went in and took the lipstick, retraced my lips, and walked out of my room and down the stairs. I didn't feel ashamed of the way I was dressed, I felt liberated from the drudge I certainly was before. As soon as I made that discovery, my entire outlook about dressing as a girl changed. To make this work, I had to accept myself this way, and now I thought I could.

Mom did not say anything about how I was dressed, and I stayed dressed for the rest of the day. In the morning I wore my usual jeans and shirt to school, feeling the rougher denim against my still smooth skin, and realized how different it felt now that I had experienced nylons. For the rest of the week I continued my routine, waiting like everyone else for summer break to start. Each night, while I never got completely dressed, mom had me learning to put on makeup and do my own hair. By the end of the week she said I was passably good enough, and told me that I would start in the shop as Janet the next morning. As I sat there doing the makeup I knew in my heart that just walking in a store or mall was one thing, working as a girl was something all together different. What if someone wanted some help? I'm still a boy in a dress, not a girl. That bothered me a little, but mom said not to worry so much, and I tried. Before I went to bed mom smeared the cream all over me again, and once again my skin was silky smooth. She also set my hair in the rollers, but this time I had to try and sleep on them. What a pain that is! I was up a bit earlier, slipped on the shower cap, took a shower and shaved as close as possible, then returned to my room to get ready for my debut.

I stepped into the panties and pulled them up, then slipped on the padded pantybrief. The breastforms were still in the boxes, and I did not want to try attaching them on my own, so I asked mom to do it for me. She applied the adhesive, then pushed first one, then the other against my chest, holding them for a moment before she let go. When I looked, I had boobs! There was almost no sign of a seam! I pulled on the bra, securing the front hook and watching as the cups held my newest assets firmly, pushing them up a bit. Mom left and I went into the bath to do my makeup. I had figured out that less is more, meaning that the less makeup I wore the more natural I looked. Rather than a lot of eyeshadow, I used just the light green and gray again, but brown eyeliner. Then I went in and stepped into the short slip and the pleated tan skirt. The blouse, light blue, fit me just right now, and as I tucked it into the waistband of the skirt I pulled it down snug, highlighting my breasts. I wore the brown flats with gold button earrings and the same watch and ring. Mom removed the rollers and I brushed out my hair, now curly all over. I liked it. Back in my room I added some perfume and pink lipstick. The night before I had transferred everything from my boy wallet to the new one, put it in my purse, added the lipstick, and a brush, then walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I poured a coffee while I waited for mom to get ready.

When she showed up I saw that she was also wearing a tan skirt with a blue blouse, our hair done in a similar fashion! She poured her coffee, then we left the house for the shop. This was the day of reckoning. If I made it through this day, I might be able to continue. If someone caught me, well, that would be very bad. No matter what, I was told, I am not to help someone in the back. Mom would do that while I worked out front. I never even considered anything else. Almost as soon as we opened, we had people in the shop, and not one of them gave me a funny glance. I relaxed and simply did my job, growing confident as the day went on. About five we closed the door, then stopped on the way home for some dinner. Once we were at home, mom handed me a bag. Opening it, I saw that it was a dance leotard, turned and asked her why.

"You're just a bit heavy for a girl your size, so I thought that you might join me at my aerobics class. It's good exercise, and it will help you lose those few pounds."

My first instinct was to say no, but I took the bag to my room and began to undress. Opening the bag I saw that there was a pair of purple tights with a pink unitard. I pulled on the tights, then the unitard. All it took was one look and I knew that I would have to hide things a lot better, so I stripped it all off, tucked myself, and pulled everything back on. No doubt about it, I had a tummy bulge, but other than that, I guess I looked okay, but I couldn't figure out how I would manage being all sweaty in an exercise salon. My makeup would probably fall off in my lap from the sweat alone. I had already stepped off the cliff of reason when I agreed to do this, and found out that I not only looked okay, I didn't mind at all. If anything, and I would never tell mom this, I kind of liked not being a nerd. Losing the bulge would help make me look better, so I decided to try it. Also in the bag were a pair of jeans, so I slipped them on. They fit tightly, accenting my padded hips while tapering in the front to create the familiar wedge shape that women have. I pulled on a simple top, stepped into my flats and rejoined mom. The jeans of course were for a girl. No back pockets, stretchy waistband, formfitting legs. Mom said nothing at all, and we spent the evening watching television.

The next day I wore the jeans to work, and once again had no trouble at all. As soon as we got home mom told me to change into my leotards and bring my gym shoes. I was on my way to my first aerobics class. Once we were there, I changed shoes and removed my skirt and blouse, then joined mom in a group. The music started and we began. It was a lot harder than it looks on television! During a short break, while mom and I were sitting on the floor, the woman that did all the screeching in our shop came over and sat across from mom.

"I see you took my advice Mary. Having a boy in the store is so disruptive."

Mom turned a bit red before she said anything, then…

"This is Janet. She'll be working in the shop with me from now on."

The woman said hello to me, then went back to her small seat. I kept my mouth shut, and let mom handle her. Then it was another hour of step up, step back, bend right and bend left. Rather than change there, I pulled on the skirt and top, then mom and I went home. In the morning, I decided to wear something to show off my brand new boobs, so I wore the short summer sheath dress. Thin straps at the shoulders, a short flaring skirt and a fitted bodice. The bra I decided to wear was the pink one with the extra padding in it. It push everything up and out. By the time I did my hair and makeup, got dressed and had my coffee, we were running late. All mom did was smile when she saw me.

It went on like that for another month, during which time, I learned how to do my own hair and makeup really good, and I started to wear nail polish. Aerobics classes had driven my weight down to the mid 120's, and my hair had grown out about another inch or so. Every day mom and I ate takeout from a restaurant just a few doors down. I called in our order, expecting to go pick it up in twenty minutes or so, but as I was about to leave, one of the waiters came in with our lunches. His name is Matt, and I know he likes me. Every time I went in his eyes never left me, he always wore a smile, and twice he tried to talk to me, but shied away at the last moment. Now he was standing in front of me, stammering a little, but finally, he asked me to go to a show with him that Saturday night! He was scared of me for some reason! I was still unsure of myself, let alone think about going on a date! I saw my reflection in the mirror and realized that I liked dressing as a girl because I no longer looked like a lost waif with few friends, I am a girl now! The realization hit me as Matt stood there, waiting for me to say something. I saw no reason why I shouldn't go out with him, after all, for six weeks now I have been dressing as a girl, staying at home the whole time, so I said yes and gave him our address. I told mom about it when we got home. I expected something, maybe a cautionary word maybe, but all she did was tell me that she wanted to meet him before I left the house!

The closer Saturday grew, the more nervous I got. I changed into a skirt and blouse for my date, wore my loafers and was ready at seven on the dot, just a few minutes before he showed up. He was polite, mom amused and I was nervous as Matt and I left the house. All evening long he tended to my every whim, even if I didn't know I had a whim, then, when we were back in front of my house, he kissed me. Not on the lips, on the chin. On the second try he got it right. I ran into the house, leaving him there all alone. Whether it was impulse or desire I'll never know, but I did let him kiss me, and I was surprised that I didn't mind that at all either. I lay in bed, the taste of him on my lips all night as I wondered if something had happened to me, and if so, what? I think I knew but didn't want to admit it to anyone, including myself. I like everything about being a girl. I liked the makeup, the shiny red nails, the clothes and the way people reacted around me. It was so different than before, and I lapped it up like a cat takes after milk. For the first time in my life someone wanted to be with me, simply because I was me, and it was someone my own age. It was exhilarating. By the time I woke up the next morning I no longer felt as if wearing a skirt was a uniform. If this had become my destiny, I was ready to join the sorority.

Whenever I got dressed, if I wore a skirt or dress, I never made a big deal about hiding things, simply because it didn't matter. Only when I wore shorts or slacks did I fold myself back and out of the way. That day I wore a nice little sundress, and tucked myself. Mom, while letting me select a few things from the store, never really pushed me to get better, act more feminine, or anything like that. She helped me when I needed it, then left me alone. But she began to refer to me by the name Janet all of the time now, even at home. When I went out with Matt, she was a normal mother of a normal teenage girl, and acted that way. All of the other changes, like mannerisms, how I walked, and so on seemed to come to me as the days went by. I also got used to having breasts. After a while they grew warm to the touch, and as I got used to them, I could sense whenever one of them brushed up against something. They're not real of course, but so close now that I thought of them that way. Other than skinny hips and my manhood, I looked like a girl now. The aerobics has done wonders for my waistline, I'm down to a 24 inch waist now. I have about seven weeks before school starts back up, and even though I have not mentioned it to mom, I think she knows that I could attend as Janet with no problem at all, and I'm even thinking about it. Except of course for my records, I think I could manage it easily now.

Matt and I went out twice more, each time to a show. He was less scared while I was more confident. On our third date he drove to the park, down by the pond, and stopped the car. I halfway expected it, and did not protest as he pulled me closer, then touched his lips to mine. There was a lot of panting and gasping, some minor groping, but neither of us ventured into forbidden territory, leaving both of us wanting more yet knowing we could not. By the time I got home I was convinced that I could not return to being plain old Bob. Now I am a vibrant young girl with a boyfriend. People smiled at me, took me for what I seemed to be, and I liked every bit of it. In the morning, as mom and I sat across the table drinking coffee, I told her that I was going back to school as a girl. You could say that I was stunned when she told me she already knew that. She left the table for a moment, returning with a sheaf of papers, put them on the table, and shoved them at me. I read them, saw that my middle name would be Lynn. Janet Lynn. I liked the sound of it, looked up at her, saw her nodding her head yes, and quickly signed them.

"Now that we have that settled, maybe we should see about removing that beard of yours. I think Jeri can recommend someone, I'll call her and get you started. As far as the rest, I think you'll have to make do with the breastforms for now. Okay?"

"Sure mom."

I had no idea how she was going to manage my returning to school, but she said she had it arranged, and I accepted what she told me. I was just cleaning up the dishes when Matt stopped by. With mom's okay he and I went for some ice cream. While we were out, and to my total shock, he gave me his class ring! It felt hot in my hand, but I made a fist and held it tightly. About an hour later he took me home, I showed mom the ring, then put it on a thin gold chain and wore it around my neck. The ruby red stone glistened in the light and made me feel very feminine. I now had a boyfriend! Heck, I never even dated until Matt came along! Boys or girls! Mom said nothing as I bounced around the house all afternoon. She waited until later, at dinner.

"You know that Matt likes you of course, but do you understand that he expects certain things from you now, things that you did not do before?"

"Like what?"

As soon as the words popped out of my mouth I knew what she meant, but she went into great detail on what he wanted, what all boys his age want, and what she expected of me. It sounded ridiculous, because there wasn't any way on earth that I could get pregnant, never, but she elaborated on what girls can, and many will do for boys. The very thought of it made me choke.

"All men, starting about Matt's age, once they get attached to a girl, think they own us. They can't help it Janet. Men just feel that way, and even though Matt might not know it, or even understand it, he'll expect you to cater to him. What's worse, we women do it because being attached is what life is all about for us, and having a man, or boyfriend, is a sign that you have succeeded as a woman. That's why so many of us give in to the men, because we hate to let go. It's a sign of failure. I expect you to treat him well Janet, I do not expect you to become an easy girl, or what we used to call a slut. Understand?"

I did. The thought of doing for Matt what she described sounded so…, well anyway, I did not think I could ever do that, and plain sex was out of the question. Therefore, my purity would stay intact. I told mom that and all she did was laugh at me!

The days seemed to fly by as the time to start school grew closer, and on the first day, mom went with me to the admin building. She gave them my name change papers, duly signed by a judge, which threw them all into a tizzy. Mrs. Hagen, who has worked at the school since they built it in 1907 I think, quickly went into the office and returned with the Principal. He looked at me, then mom, then at the papers. Since I no longer look the least bit like my old self, he did not actually believe it until mom told him it was true. Then she put the papers for me to work in Co-op on his desk. Since I would be taking only three classes, all in the morning, he told Mrs. Hagen to admit me, and to change the records, "all of them" to reflect my new name and status! Then he shook my hand and handed me a small card with my class schedule on it. I left for class while mom stayed in the office to talk to the Principal a little longer.

I walked into the first class, English, and was assigned a desk. I knew all of the kids of course, but they did not know that, and except for a few girls I had seen in the shop, nobody knew me, or gave any sign they recognized me. Matt found me just as I was leaving for the day, on my way to the shop. He quickly introduced me to his friends, telling them that we were going steady, then I had to leave. I was embarrassed by what he had done, then I remembered what mom had told me. He was publicly staking his claim on me! As soon as I got to the shop I told mom, and we both laughed about it. It took a week for me to become well known enough in the school to be invited to a party. Pamela, someone I knew from the shop asked me over to her house, telling me to bring Matt along. I said I had to check first, but mom said it was okay. For the party I wore a simple black sheath dress.

Matt picked me up, and we drove over to Pam's house. It was a small party, just eight couples, and we were all paired off already. Matt and I danced, nibbled at the buffet and talked to the other kids. In all my life I had never been invited to a party! Now, as soon as I become a girl I'm invited! Matt held me tightly as we danced, then he managed to maneuver me into the shadows, and kissed me. Not lightly, but with passion. I tasted his tongue and let him grope a little, because, well, I had my hands on his buns. The more it went on the more heated I became, and I could feel him, hard against my leg. I broke away, giggled, then ran back to the party and the safety of the lights. But he wasn't done yet. On the way home he parked the car and drew me closer to him, and I gave in to him. Every sensation I always imagined came true. My entire body was tingling in delight as I felt his hand slide up and cup my breast. I knew he had it, I just didn't feel it, which all of a sudden I wanted to. I wanted to feel the warm caress of his hand on my smooth skin, his gentle squeezing of my breast and more. I wanted to have my own boobs, a wider, rounded butt of my own. Not a few ounces of silicone and foam rubber. Then it happened. He put my hand right on his hardness. My every instinct was to yank my hand away, but I found myself wanting to please him, and left my hand there, not moving. He put his hand over mine, and made a familiar motion. I looked into his eyes just as he kissed me, and I kept up the motion until I felt him shudder. Smiling inside, I pulled away and told him to take me home. I had crossed the line now, and liked it. In the morning I'm going to tell mom I want to have my own boobs.

I don't think mom was very surprised when I told her. All she did was make a note to call the doctor. I went to school while mom went to open the shop. Two days went by before I found myself facing the doctor that had delivered me. He knew for sure I wasn't a girl, but by the look on his face he didn't seem very sure, until I was undressed and standing there naked in front of him. From the shoulders up I looked like a teenage girl. From there down, a boy. He understood right away why we were there, and after a very thorough checkup, I was prescribed some hormones, and given a shot. The next day I was in the girls room when Pam walked in.

"Rumor has it that you put out for Matt the other night."

"What!"

"Well, he's not saying it, or at least I haven't heard him say it, but he sure is strutting around today."

"I did not! …I'll kill him!"

"Now now Janet. They all get that way. "

"Not with me they don't! I'm not that kind of girl!"

I stormed out of the room and found Matt talking with some of his friends. One of them saw me coming and quickly split. I think he sensed the rising storm. I grabbed Matt by the arm, then we had a very short, ugly discussion. No, maybe it was more like I talked and he listened. But that silly grin never left his face, so I yanked the chain from around my neck and slammed it, ring and all, into his hand. I ran to my next class, the tears just beginning to fill my eyes. I was angry as hell, and didn't care who knew it. I think all of the girls knew why, but as usual, the guys didn't have a clue. Conquest is all they have on their tiny minds, and that resides somewhere below their belts. God! I'm starting to think like a girl now!

It took me two days to calm down. I had spent more effort than any of them could ever realize, just to be the girl they knew as Janet. Most girls don't have to shave every day, and do it perfectly every time, without nicking themselves. I do. Most girls take their shapes for granted, while I wear clothing, foam rubber and silicone to give me the same shape. Then along comes Matt, who makes me feel so feminine that I actually touched him. He had taken me to a place where my femininity blossomed, letting me enjoy that sense of wholeness and being wanted, then he bragged about it to his friends, telling them that I put out! In a sense I guess I should be grateful. After all, if he says I put out, it presupposes that I am really a girl, right? And if I'm a girl, then I'm not a boy, which is what I'm trying to hide anyway. Most of the boys wanted to believe that one of them got lucky, so they bought into the lie, hoping that they would be next…with anyone! I was angry at Matt, dismayed that he had talked about something that was so intensely private to me, and more, I was angry that I couldn't do what he suggested I did for him! Sure, I'm now taking the medication to get me there, and having the body of a female is important to me, but Matt put a huge dent in my ego, and I don't think I want a repeat of that. Pamela caught up with me after the next class.

"Matt was a jerk Janet, and you have every right to dump him for it, and I hope you do."

"I already did Pamela! You want him? You can have him!"

"It's not that at all Janet. I have someone I want you to meet. He's a nice guy, a bit shy, but a hunk and a half."

"Who?"

"My brother's friend Steven. They go to Northern. After they split the boundaries they stayed there while I got sent here. Ken has a girl, and isn't interested in any of the girls at their school. He asked me to see if you would like to meet Steve, maybe on a double date with Brian and me."

"As long as you make sure Matt knows I'm seeing someone else, the answer is yes!"

Pamela set up my first blind date, and she was right about Steven. He was shy, very nice looking, polite almost to a fault. Pamela told me that Steven had not ever dated a girl more than twice. Mom thought he was cute when he came to pick me up, and I noticed that he did not seem that shy around her. I really enjoyed being with him, but after what Matt did I wasn't about to make that same mistake again. Pamela and Brian did everything possible to make it a pleasant evening, then, when he walked me to my door, he asked me out for the next night! I said yes, then he kissed me goodnight. I lay in bed that night and thought about the way things have turned out. Before, as a boy, I wasn't exactly shunned, but I was never invited to all of the parties, or even had this much attention. Now that everyone thinks I'm a girl, my life has turned upside down. Matt had made me realize just how much I had liked being a girl, then he started that nasty rumor and I dropped him. That, combined with what he said merely reinforced what everyone thought, and now, I agreed with them. Our Principal knows of course, but he bowed to the obvious, and has never mentioned it again. He even says hello to me by name when he sees me in the halls.

In the morning I told mom that I wanted to have my own breasts. I expected to hear her say that we could not afford it, but she nodded her head and told me she would make an appointment for me at the doctors. I went on to see Steven on a regular basis, and as my body changed under the force of the hormone shots, I began to develop my own breasts and wider hips, my skin became softer as I lost all of the hair on my body. As I developed I started to wear lower cut dresses, and enjoyed every minute of it. Pamela and I grew very close, like sisters almost, and we shared a lot of things, except I held one tiny item back. She had no reason to know about the real me. Our sales in the shop began to grow to the point that we did not have enough room, so we expanded into the empty shop next to ours, which is where we carried a line of clothes in larger sizes, including lingerie. That is when I noticed that we had a lot of male customers, and knew in my heart that many of the clothes they bought would never touch the body of a real female. Because of my situation, I was able to steer them into items I knew they would need.

Plain old Bob, that's how I defined myself way back when. Now, as I stand here in front of the mirror looking at my reflection I know that time is well past me now. The dress I have on is form fitting, low cut without straps. The bodice hugs me tightly while the skirt flares out, held there by the three petticoats I have on. My breasts are swelling against the thin material, held in place by the satin corselet I have on. Steve will be here shortly to take me to the graduation Prom, and while I have not said anything to anyone, I'm sure that mom knows that I will probably do something for Steven tonight, something that only girls do for their men. Even though my own femininity is not in question by anyone else, this is the last hurdle for me. I will graduate within a month, and a few months later I will finish my transition to the woman I really am. Then Steven will help me complete myself when I take him to my bed. Tonight will be but a hint of what is in store for him then.

 

 

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