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The Reward for Servitude

by Jill Micayla Anglin

 

I sat in my bedroom standing before my mirror, my body was finally beginning to go the way I wanted it to. I had developed a nice pair of breasts and my hips had expanded. My waist was smaller than my hips. I only had one small flaw in the image in the mirror. Below the waist the genitalia was male. I had done well to keep anyone from seeing my body changes. I had been wearing loose clothing to school and at home I stayed pretty much to myself. My older sister was so engrossed with her boyfriend she did not pay any attention to me. My mom was so busy dating since dad died she had no time for me.

I had managed to put together with help from an elderly lady a wonderful wardrobe for a teenage girl. I had purchased cosmetics, learned how to set and style my hair. I was finally ready for my debut as Cheryl Dianne Baxter, girl on the go. I had slowly made my room look feminine, the pictures of football players were replaced with boy band pictures. The bed sheets were now pastel pink with a matching blanket and pillow shams. I had put a vanity in the room. The model planes and cars were replace with stuffed animals and the boys clothes had been removed and taken to a charity box. I had even managed to get the throw rug exchanged with a pink colored mat.

I ran a nice warm bath and was soaking in a bubble and oil combination with a floral scent, my talcum powder was scented, I washed and then put a creme rinse in my hair. Once out of the bath I put my hair up in rollers and sat at my vanity and plucked my eyebrows to a nice feminine arch. I decided my first day out would be all in pink. I laid out pink satin panties, a matching bra and slip. I had a pair of pink pumps with a two inch heel and a pink sleeveless A-line dress. I chose a pair of tan panty hose and took my time getting dressed. I had written out my agenda for the morning and I wanted to make sure I did not slip up. I wanted to get my nails doen and my ears pierced.

I went to the strip mall that was only a few blocks from the house. I made a beeline to a small shop that did ear piercing and nails. I was a bit apprehensive as I opened the door and went inside. I was greeted by a nice looking Asiatic woman.

"Good morning miss may we help you?"

"Why er yes, I need to have my nails done and my ears pierced. You do piercing, right?"

I must have sounded unsure of myself but she just smiled and told me I would have wait until I was called. I was waiting to get my nails done and was thinking of the woman who I did chores for to get the spending money I was now using to make myself more feminine, Mrs.Benderson. Mrs. Benderson was an elderly lady whose sight was failing and so my mom volunteered me to help by doing her shopping, house cleaning, and what ever other chores she had scheduled for me. I was told I would be properly compensated I thought maybe jsut a few dollars a week but it was more than I was getting by not working. Mrs. Benderson and I became very friendly with each other and because she knew I was an amicable boy she would always jokingly tell me that I would be a nice girl if I ever decided to go start dressing as a girl. She would look at me and say "You look more feminine by accident than a lot of girls who try to look feminine on purpose."

When she first told me that I was so taken aback I just stood staring at her. I got used to her comments and finally learned to tell her " I am a boy !" Then she would remind me only on the outside. She told me that she thought I would be happier as girl and most likely would make a very pretty girl. She once suggested I go ahead and put on a dress and see how it feels. I went hone early wondering what had I gotten my self into. I sat in my room thinking about what she had said. I had never been told I was feminine in appearance and not once had anyone suggested I don girls clothes to see how they feel. I began to wonder do they feel different? Is there some sort of magic in the material? What is the reason this old woman wants me to be a girl? Who could I talk to about this? So many questions so few answers. I would quit doing the chores but the money in my pockets was nice to have. I wanted to keep helping her but, that was the problem I was beginning to feel that if I did not dress as a girl she would continue to taunt me. She was right deep inside I wanted to be a girl. I was not even sure if that was right. Had she managed to get my interest peaked through subtle suggestions.

"Mrs. Benderson." I looked her in the eyes, " Is there a reason why you want me to be a girl?"

"Now that you ask Dana, I believe that you are one of those boys who is so androgynous that people do not really know if you are a boy or a girl. I have watched you around here and your mannerisms are more feminine than you realize."

"But"

"But what Dana, I never told you what I did before I retired. I was a therapist for young men who wanted sexual reassignment surgery."

" I do not want surgery, nor do I want to dress as a girl!" I blurted out. Then I began to cry for some strange reason.

"Dana, it is okay. It will be our secret for the time being. Come here and give me a hug."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Benderson, I just realized yes I do want to be a girl. I have been praying each day for God to let me wake up a girl and I never do." I was having a leaking problem with my eyes. I was handed a lace hanky and told to dry the tears.

She told me to go to the spare bedroom and on the bed was a dress and things that I could try one. I had no hair on my body, never did and for some reason now I knew why I did not . I entered the bedroom and on the bed was a blue shirt dress. I had expected extravagant clothing and was let down a little. I removed my own clothes and picked up the panties. I held them to my face, they were soft and felt wonderful. The panties were blue with lace around the legs and waist. I stepped into the panties and began to feel light headed. I had never worn anything female until this point. I pulled them up to my waist and just marveled at them. There was a blu matching bra and matching slip. I had never worn a bra and had never seen any of the girls I know put one on. I picked it up and looked at it. I held it in my hands and figured it out quickly but how can it get it fastened. I began understand why some women were so frustrated

. I chuckled to myself, men designed women's clothing. Some lecherous guy decided to but the hooks in the back so he could along with other men help their wives or girl friends get dressed . I did what I thought was a quick way and that was to hook the hooks in front of me and then turn the bra around and put it on. When I managed to get my arms through the straps I felt a chill run through my body. There was a pair of panty hose on the bed with a diagram and written instructions on how to put them on. I did as the package had suggested and as I pulled the hose up my legs I knew that I was going to have a hard time taking the clothes off. I was going deep for the long bomb and I knew it would be a thing that I was not going to want to quit doing The slip was very easy to put on. The dress now seemed like a buried treasure as I picked it up and let it glide down onto my body. I was a bit nervous as I noticed the small tent in the lower front of the dress. I wondered what do girls do when they have this problem. I fell onto the bed laughing real hard. "What do girls do when they have an erection?" I finally gained my composure and went to the vanity and took a stab at applying cosmetics.

When I appeared before Mrs. Benderson she looked at me and smiled and then broke into a laugh.

"Dana, you look okay, but your makeup......." She almost fell out of the chair "Young lady, I am going to teach you about cosmetics and about hair styling. When I am done not a boy will even know that you are a boy. She later suggested that I begin taking hormones and through her insistence I let her give me a bottle of hormones and began to take three little maroon pills daily. I began to wear outfits that she had purchased for her teenage granddaughter but never sent. She insisted I dress as a girl when I was with her, I willingly dressed in skirts, blouses and dresses while at her house. Mrs. Benderson would help me as much as she could, she taught me everything she could about deportment and about hair styling. She was very insistent that I decide on a girls name her idea was that once I had a girls name attached to my dressing as a girl I would be more attuned to improve my feminine self.. She was the one who gave me the vanity and the linens for my bed. Mrs. Benderson had many outfits for a girl my age and she had me take most of them home to be put them in my closet.

 

"Miss, Miss we are ready for you now." I came back to reality and smiled at the lady and went over to the table. I was finally called to have my nails done and decided since I had been thinking of Mrs. Benderson I would stop by her house when I was done with my nails and my ears were pierced . I left the shop with new earrings and artificial nails over my chewed boys nails. I was walking towards Mrs. Bendersons home when I saw the ambulance in her driveway. My heart suddenly felt heavy, I could feel the adrenaline flowing and I was running in heels as fast as I could.. I saw them bring out a body covered in a sheet. I screamed and then fell to the ground. I got back up with a somber presence I just knew she was dead .I was weeping quietly when I turned onto the walkway leading to the front door. I felt as though it was my fault that she was dead and I began to sob. Just as I was getting to the front door a policeman stopped me and asked me where I was going. I told him I was the girl that did her errands for her when she needed someone to run errands. He saw I was sobbing and he held me as he told me that the old lady must have died in her sleep. The officer said one of the neighbors had called to report they had not seen her for four days and asked the police to check on her. I began to cry harder and he asked if I was very close to her, I told him I used to do errands for her. I told him she was a nice person and that she always made sure I was taken care of even though I liked helping her. I was concerned she was the only person who had taken an interest in me and had cultivated me and made me stronger. I came to believe that women were the stronger sex.

I walked home with tears flowing and I was crying quietly. I felt hollow and empty and at the moment I needed to be comforted and held. My mind was on Mrs. Benderson and how I was going to miss her. I walked around to the back door and entered the house through the back porch. I stepped into the kitchen and there stood my mom and sister. The two of them looked a me and then mom came over and asked me what was wrong. I looked at her and told her that Mrs. Benderson had died. Mom hugged me and told me to let the tears go. When I had finally quit crying mom had me sit at the table. Mom for the first time was there for me and she was listening to me weep for the loss of a friend. When I finally had gained enough composure mom asked me why I was dressed as a girl? I told her because I was a girl. She asked me to explain just how that revelation came into fruition. I began to tell mom that Mrs. Benderson helped me discover my femininity and through her I also discovered how comfortable I was as a girl.. I did not tell her where I go the hormones, and that I had been taking them since age eleven. Now I was fourteen and fully developed as a girl.

Mom said she was not happy that I took medications with out being prescribed by a doctor. She said she was concerned that I may make other decisions that could possibly kill me. She told me that she would call her doctor and get an appointment to see if the damage was reversible. She added that she sensed I had already gone beyond the point of no return and she was sure that the doctors were not going to be able to undo me without performing surgery

 

"What do I call you now that you are not my son Dana?"

"Cheryl Dianne"

"Well Cheryl Dianne we need to sit and have a long talk about your situation. Right now I am interested as to how far along you are in this new life."

'I have a closet full of girls clothes."

"Did you buy them or were they given to you?"

"I bought some, but Mrs. Benderson gave me the majority of them."

We walked upstairs to my room and when I opened the door mom gasped

"What's wrong"

"Cheryl, you did not just get into this, you room took some time to change and I did not even know"

I opened my closet so she could see my entire wardrobe. She stood in my room looking at me.

 

" Cheryl, I am not angry but I am disappointed. I guess since your dad died I have been remiss in not spending time with you." She walked over and sat on the bed. "Your sister did not even know, we definitely have to become a family again." She looked at me and asked who did my hair and I told her I did it myself. She told me that she was going to have to get used to calling me Cheryl.

She said that grand-mom and grand-pop were not going to be happy. I told her that did not matter as I was happy and that is what counted. She said then as she looked at me "Really, you look so nice as a girl and are much more easier to talk to, I do not know why they would be unhappy except for the fact they once had a grandson."

"Mom, they will have to get used to me being Cheryl. I know grand-pop wanted to share fishing and camping time with me, but I would rather be doing girl things. I really do not like fishing and I dislike camping even more."

Darlene my sister and I began to get closer to each other. She was a lot more polite to me now that I was Cheryl than when I had been Kenny. Darlene offered some clothes of hers that no longer fit her, she also said she would help me restyle my hair so I did not look like I was going to a beauty pageant.

The three of us attended Mrs. Benders funeral. There were not a lot of people and there was no immediate family there. I wept while the eulogy was being read by the preacher. I was having a hard time with the thought of not seeing her again. When the funeral was over an attorney came over and asked if I was Cheryl Dianne Baxter. I said I was and he said that there was a will and that on Friday I needed to come to his office so he could read the will to me. He gave mom a card and said since she was my parent she too was to be there. He said nine A.M. would be the ideal time. I wondered what was taking place. I knew that Mrs. Bender was not a rich person and that the things in her house were old, but I had no idea she had a will. I was musing to myself what it was she would have to put in a will. I had been picking up her mail for the past few years and each month she got a social security check. I did not see how that would make her wealthy.

"Mom,, do you have a will and did dad have a will?"

"Your dad did and I am certainly going to get one. I think wills are a good idea, but what do you suppose would be in Mrs. Bendersons will?"

"I don't know she seemed to have very little of nothing. If she could have given anything awa it certainly would not be in a will as she was very loving and caring."

Friday came, mom said I should wear a Navy blue A-line dress that Darlene had given me because she said that we needed to look somber for the reading of the will.. On the way down to the attorneys office mom said that she had heard Mrs. Bender was part of a large family from the Northeast United States and that she was very wealthy.. I told mom that she really did not have a lot of money. She received social security checks and that is how she paid me. I also told mom that sometimes Mrs. Bender could not pay me and would give me a new outfit to wear so I knew she was not a wealthy woman.

"Cheryl, sometimes older people did not want anyone to know they had money so they would do the best they could to keep their money a secret."

"Mom, I had heard about older people hiding money, but let me tell you I cleaned her house every week and she had nothing hidden."

We arrived at Jones, Jameson and Wilders Attorneys at Law office. We were escorted to a conference room and we sat waiting for Mr. Wilders. No one else came in before Mr. Wilders arrived. I had half heartedly expected to see a big crowd and a greedy group of people, I was very disappointed with the people not showing up .Mr. Wilders began to read the will. I was the sole person inheriting Mrs. Benders Estate and since I was a minor my parent or legal guardian was to over see the estate and be paid while doing it. The sums of the money was a total of nine hundred fifty three million dollars. I sat on the chair totally stunnded, I as feeling woozy and before I knew it I was being picked up off the floor.

"Cheryl, are you okay?"

"Mom, di... di... did you hear how mu... mu... much money. I can't believe it!"

Mr. Wilders began to read the stipulations of the will and was told we had to follow them or we would lose the inheritance. Mom was told that the majority would be put in a trust fund until I turned eighteen, Mom was to be paid two thousand dollars per month to ensure the house was maintained and taken care of. She would receive another thousand dollars a month to ensure I was properly schooled at an all girls school it also stipulated that my sister Darlene would be attending the same school. There was a private fund separated from the initial amount it was seventy five million dollars to be used by my mom as she felt necessary to enure that I was properly taken care of. Mom said that in the will it had at first suggested that she would be getting three thousand a month and had to maintain the house. Mr. Wilder said that the three thousand a month was a stipend for my mom to maintain the house. The seventy five million dollar was her own part of the inheritance for having such lovely daughters,. He suggested hiring a company to come in and do a complete make over of Mrs. Bendersons house.. Then he read cleared his throat and said that there was a single addendum, that Cheryl Dianne Baxter must be anatomically correct as a girl by her eighteenth birthday or all monies would be forfeited.

I was sixteen when we went to Europe as part of my schooling. Mom had arranged for me to see a doctor in Denmark. I would be spending a month recuperating fro sexual reassignment. I told mom that most people only spent a bout a week or so before going home. Mom told me that it was a precautionary measure as we still had a lot of Europe to see. The day I checked out of the hospital I was in total elation I was no longer a boy in a dress I was officially Cheryl Dianne Baxter. Mom and Darlene were enjoying their new life of luxury Before we left for Europe mom had taken all of the furniture and fixtures out of Mrs. Benders home and had hired a contractor to remodel the home and bring it up to date. She was told by the contractor that when we got back from our vacation he would have everything done and all codes signed off. She was thinking of renting out the house to a newly wed couple, mom knew how hard it was for a young couple to make ends meet so she was going to charge them a small amount. Mom figured newly weds had to strive to make ends meet and this way she was helping them out. them a small fee for rental. we remained in our house so we would not have people know we ha come into money

When we arrived home I was ready to be the girl that Mrs. Benderson had seen in her vision . Once home I met Richard Juniper a new boy in the neighborhood. He and I dated a few times and I did my best to keep him away from me. I was not sure about being with boys yet and Darlene suggest Richard and I double Date with her and Patrick. The day of the date she took me into my room and told me that I had to learn to let go of the boy and be the girl tha Mrs. Benderson knew I was. She told me how to kiss and about wandering hands. She said if it made my skin crawl then I had a right to stop but if I tingled and got excited let Richard continue.

Richard and I sat and watched the move, well that is not right. We were a the movie theater and it was there that when he touched me I was feeling totally excited. I kissed my first boy and have never looked aback.

  

  

  

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