I was scared                   by: Janet Stickney                  JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

I chose a Thursday night because it was usually quiet, but I was scared, really scared. I was shaking so bad that I could hardly walk, and as I left the house, a slight breeze ran up my dress, the material starting to float in the night air. My hand quickly gathered it in and I made my way to the car. I must have sat there for more than a few minutes before I gathered the courage I needed, then I buckled up and quietly drove around the town in the deep blackness of the silent night. I didn't see anyone, so nobody saw me, or at least I didn't think so, and made it home after a short, 45 minute drive. I scurried into the house and closed the door, locking it before I collapsed on an emotional high. I had done it! I had finally gone out! I was pleased with myself, and went to my bedroom to change before my parents got home. I put the dress, and all of the undergarments in a box under my bed and washed the makeup off. I was in bed when they returned, not asleep because I was so excited, but firmly in my own little bed.

The next morning I was up in time to see dad off to work, and helped mom clean up the dishes.

"Did you have a nice time last night dear?"

I nodded my head yes, unwilling to possibly blurt out something I shouldn't. I was 16 now, and if she found out about my little 'hobby' she might not understand. Then she floored me.

"You really should let me wash those clothes under your bed Thomas. By now, I'll bet they stink to high heaven."

She said it all in a calm even voice, and I was unable to detect even the slightest bit of anger in her voice. I did not answer her, and after we had finished the dishes, she went directly to my room, with me following close behind her, watching with gritted teeth as she pulled the box out, and brought it to the kitchen.

"Let's see what we have here."

When she opened it, I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. One after another, she drew out, and looked at, my pitiful collection of feminine clothes, and one after another she said, "this is trash!" By the time she was done every single item was on the floor, declared unfit, unusable, and unsuitable. I was dumbfounded and sat silently while she merely put the whole pile in the trash.

"Really Thomas, a yellow dress with a navy flower print and black stockings? You've never seen a woman wear something as bad as that!"

I just hung my head, ashamed to say anything. I wanted to deny it, cry, beg for her to forget it, yet all I could do was sit in stunned silence.

"It seems that you need someone to help you get a new wardrobe now!"

Before I could say a word she pulled me to my feet and told me to stand there. Then she pulled out a tape and began to measure me, from head to toe, writing down each number in her clear, but feminine hand.

"Your father and I have decided that since you continue to insist on dressing as a girl once in a while, that you should have the chance to do it right, and maybe for a longer period of time. Now then. We are going shopping, you and I, for some new clothes for you. If you see something you like tell me and we will talk about getting it for you. But we will do this my way Thomas."

"But Mom!"

"Not buts Thomas. I will not have a child of mine, no matter what they wear, looking like a refugee. Go get ready!"

With my mother, 'no' was rarely accepted as an answer, when she had made up her mind, so the best I could do would be to try and steer her a little. That was my only hope. I went to my bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, put my loafers on and ran a brush through my hair. By the time I returned she was also ready.

"Um, mom, just what are we buying today?" She looked at me like I was from another planet!

"Why, a new wardrobe for our trip you silly girl!"

"But mom, I was just trying… playing around!"

She just shook her head and looked at me.

"Thomas, have you ever wondered why we always manage to come back after you were safely in bed? When you went for a drive last night you wore that awful yellow and blue dress." I was shocked!

"We were on the corner watching you. We had to be sure."

I was beaten, and she knew it when she saw the tears form in my eyes.

"Don't cry dear. We don't think it's such a bad thing, it's just different. Now, shall we go?"

What choice did I have? I followed her to the car, and we drove to a mall about thirty miles away rather than the closer one.

"Just being careful Thomas."

On the way over she explained to me that she had known about my dressing up since I was a young boy.

"I always thought that you would out grow it, but by the time you were 12, and you didn't stop, well, I think we knew then."

I just sat there, shocked and surprised that my secret was not a secret at all. "Don't be so surprised Thomas. There's only the three of us. Just how did you ever think that we would not find out?" For that, I had no answer.

"Thomas, I want to help you, I really do, if you'll let me that is."

I looked at her, those soft blue eyes of hers showing not the slightest bit of disgust, disappointment, or hate in them.

"If you say no Thomas, I will turn around and we'll go home, but if you do, then I want you to quit dressing up, forever. If we buy anything at all feminine for you, then you have to agree that you let me help you dress right."

"I don't understand mom, why?"

"Because, after we knew that this was more than a passing faze, we started to read up on the subject, and discovered that males that dress as females for a long time, usually starting when they are quite young, will continue to dress as women when they are older. More times than not these men are discovered because they have no training in how to dress, act, or learn to use cosmetics like a normal woman would. Your father and I have decided that since you like dressing as a girl, then you should have the benefit of my experience, and learn to do right." Before I could even say a word she went on to tell me the rest. "We only want you to be able to feel that you can tell us anything. Since we are going on a three week vacation, when we go, we intend to have our daughter with us, and that means you and I have from now until then to get you ready."

I was at a loss for words, unable to ask even one of the many questions running through my mind.

"But dad…" "Your father is just as confused as I am Thomas. But he and I agree, that if you're going to dress as a girl, and it doesn't go away, like the books say, then we want you to be able to present yourself as a young girl without fear of discovery."

She made the turn to the expressway, and went on. "We have decided that having you healthy is more important than what you wear. You're still our child and we want only the best for you. If dressing as a girl is what it takes, then you'll dress as a girl!"

Shocked, but only slightly relieved, I sat back in the seat, wondering just how far mom would let me go. In my heart, I wanted not only to dress as a girl, I wanted to be accepted as a girl. I liked the soft clothes, the smell and taste of the makeup, perfume, and the way it all made me feel. I knew that I would do what she wanted, because it's also what I wanted, no matter how scared I was. But could I tell her that?

Following her into the mall, we went into a huge department store, with the list of things I needed, firmly in my mother's hand. The first stop was in lingerie, where she consulted her list, and picked out three packages of panties.

"These are all cotton, and are very comfortable."

I was fingering some of the others on the rack when she asked me if I wanted the plain ones she had chosen, or something else.

"Well," I said, "you always wear white, wouldn't it be easier if I had something else?"

She agreed, and we still bought cotton panties, but they were in a variety of colors. After that, she picked out a bra. It was white and very plain.

"You'll only need one for now. After we get you ready we'll come back and buy some more."

She selected a half slip, and in the foundations she saw a waist nipper and a padded pantybrief and added those to her pile. After that we went to the Junior department and we both picked out some skirts and two dresses, then, four blouses. After we paid the bill, we left and went to a shoe store where I had to endure the embarrassment of trying on a pair of heels and walking in them to see how they fit. I wore a size 8 it turns out. Without asking me, she bought heels in black, red, navy, and white, flats in beige, navy and black. From there we went to a costume jewelry shop and I had both ears pierced and small rhinestone studs put in.

I thought we were done and so did mom, but as we passed a store that catered to the male fantasy, the one selling sexy clothes and items to make women like every males sex Goddess, we saw, right in the window, a pair of breastforms! Mom made an abrupt turn and I was propelled inside the store. The woman was not fooled for a minute when we simply asked to see them, and she promptly measured my chest and brought out a pair of very lifelike breastforms. Then, she insisted that I try them on to make sure they fit right! I wanted to run out of the store, but mom merely dragged me into the changing room where I put the new bra on, and put the forms in the cups of the bra. "Oh, those look wonderful Thomas!" I was mortified that I was trying them on in a store like this one, and quickly removed the bra, pulled my shirt back on, and almost ran out of the store. Mom paid for them, and then we went home. On the way home she stopped at a drugstore, and I waited in the car. 45 minutes later we were home.

I'm just your average guy. I'm 5' 7" tall with brown hair and brown eyes. I weight about 145, and I'm 16 years old. In school I'm a National Music Foundation winner and a member of the schools debate team. Being smart has eliminated almost half of the girls in our school that I might date, because our school has really emphasized athletics. Of the girls that are left, some look worse than I do when I'm dressed, at least to me, and those that I might date scare me. I am basically shy, and have a lot of trouble meeting girls, so essentially I am usually alone at school functions. The prettier girls that are smart are chased by some of the jocks, but the rest of us, boys and girls, are alone most of the time.

Once we were at home, mom insisted that we start my change right then, and told me to go to my room and strip. I was embarrassed for her to see me naked, but she insisted, and I was soon standing there, naked as the day I was born! Mom never seemed to notice. She just opened a jar of smelly stuff and began to cover me with it. From eyebrows to ankles, including under my arms and then, almost my entire groin was covered with the stuff. I was told to just stand there and wait for 30 minutes. It was a very long 30 minutes, and my skin began to itch as the chemical started to work. By the time the 30 minutes was up I was in agony, and sought the relaxing hot water in the shower as soon as mom told me it was okay. As the water cascaded over me I saw that every bit of hair on my body was washing down the drain! I was never very hairy, but now I felt like a bald egg! I started to get out of the shower but mom stuck her head in the door and told me to wash my hair, then to shave as close as possible. By the time I was done we were out of hot water, but I was clean, hairless, and chilly!

I looked in the mirror, and ran my hands over myself, felt the smoothness of my skin and knew that mom was about to make some dramatic changes in the way I looked! I had never even shaved my legs before, now I was as hairless as any girl, and the air in the room felt different on my skin, making me get duck bumps right away. Mom handed me a pair of my new panties, and after I had them on and was well 'tucked', I went into her room where she was waiting.

I thought that I would be getting some clothes on, but no. Joining her in her room, I had to sit at her vanity, and watched in horror as she brushed out my damp hair, and then started to roll my hair! I started to complain, but all she did was tell me to enjoy it because pretty soon I would be doing this myself! I watched as she put in roller after roller, of all sizes, then sprayed my hair with something and put a plastic cap over my head.

"Now we can start on your makeup!" I waited for her to start, but she told me that I would do it, but under her supervision!

"Take the foundation on one finger and start up by your ears and use two fingers to pull it downward towards the center of your face, spreading it evenly all over your face, and down your neck."

I did as she told me and when I was finished I could see that it was much better than my dab and stroke method. I used a translucent powder she gave me, powdering my face wherever I used the foundation, looking like something from a horror movie when I was done.

"Now we'll wait a few minutes and let the foundation absorb the powder and brush away the excess."

When I had brushed it away, my face looked softer and smoother, and all one color!

"Eyes are the hardest, so you might have to do them several times to get it right."

I started with a soft green on the very edge of my eyelids, added a soft lilac, then an even softer peach color. The eyeliner was a soft brown liquid, and I had tried putting it on enough to know how to draw it on, and as mom watched I drew a nice, even line on both lids. Under my eye I used a brown pencil dipped in baby oil to outline my eyes then dabbed it dry and blotted it with a swab. Mom was smiling as I grabbed the coral blusher and drew it on my cheeks, then she told me to use a sponge to spread it out. "Now you can get dressed!"

In my own room the first thing she did was to wrap the waist cincher around me, then, after I fastened the hooks, she pulled the laces tight. My waist got smaller, of course, but I felt like I was being cut in two. Mom said it was the price of beauty! Then she helped me put the bra on, and after I had the new breastforms in the cups she adjusted the straps so that they sat on my chest comfortably, and looked natural. I pulled on the padded pantybrief, amazed at how my normally male shape had been transformed into an hourglass shape! Mom gave me a new package of nude pantyhose, which I sat on the bed and pulled on. Then came the half slip, which I stepped into, then one of the new skirts. It was a short, dark blue pleated skirt that was at least 3 inches above my knees, and made me very aware of how much of my legs were showing. The blouse was pale pink, short sleeved with an open neckline. I buttoned it up, tucked it into the skirt, and without prompting, I put on the navy flats.

For the first time, I looked like a girl, a normal girl that is, and I loved it! She took the plastic cap off and began to brush out my hair, the curls becoming waves as she styled my hair into a fluffy, young looking pageboy. She handed me a lipstick, and I pulled the deep, shiny, pink lipstick across my lips. I had never looked as good as I did right then! Mom reached around me and fastened her favorite necklace around me. The small pendant hung between my breasts perfectly, which I was admiring when she handed me some perfume. I had rarely worn perfume because I was so afraid I would never get it off, but now, I eagerly spritzed myself. "Just a few more things dear. Come over here." I followed her to her jewelry box where she gave me a gold watch and a ring to wear.

I looked in the mirror and saw her. The girl in my dreams had just come to life!

"Shall we go downstairs and wait for your father to come home?"

I was more than a little nervous as I followed her through the kitchen and out to the patio where we sat at one of the tables.

"All you need now is a name. We can't call you Thomas when you look like this can we?"

I had never given a name any thought because up to now I had not needed one.

"I don't have a clue mom."

She looked at me for a few minutes and then asked me if I liked the name Janet. "We can call you Janet Lynn."

I liked the way it sounded and nodded my head yes, and became Janet right then. From then on, that is the name she used whenever she talked to me. Dad came home about an hour later, and after mom called to him he joined us on the patio. He looked at me, and I wondered what he would say, that ugly sense of fear rising in my throat as I waited for him to say something.

"You look real nice. Are you ready?"

"Ready? Ready for what" I asked.

"To go to dinner of course! I have a meeting tonight at the lodge, you knew that!"

I did, but I had forgotten. "I'm not sure that I want to go…"

"We paid a lot of money so that you could be yourself, and now we want you to join us when we go to dinner."

Dad sounded firm about it, and mom took my hand. We went to her room where she gave me a purse to carry.

"Fix your lipstick dear, and put your wallet in the purse with your lipstick and change into the navy heels."

I took the purse and did as I was told.

Dinner out usually meant at dad's lodge, which is where I expected him to go, but tonight he took us to a nice quiet Italian place. I walked beside my dad across the parking lot, my skirt swaying with every step, my boobs bouncing a little, making me conscious of the new weight on my chest. Having a breeze up ones skirt is different, but I liked the way it felt and being with my parents, I quickly began to relax because I was safe with them. Dad held my arm and opened the door for mom and I. Walking into the restaurant was the scariest though! I expected some fat woman to yell out, "that's a man!" but nobody looked at us at all, except maybe to see a man with his wife and daughter walking in. I began to feel hopeful that I would get out of there without being discovered, and it looked like I would. Dinner was delightful and I was treated just like any woman! We told dad what my new name was, and he agreed that I looked like a Janet! Later, mom and I dropped dad off at the lodge and went home.

Mom and I settled in to watch a little television, but less than an hour later her friend Martha stopped by! I was almost to my feet, ready to run to the safety of my room when mom told me to stay put.

"You are in your own home Janet Lynn! You can dress any way that you like!"

It was like an edict from God, so I stayed, but I was on pins and needles when mom let her in.

"Janet, this is Martha Wyans, Martha, this is Janet."

I took her hand, and then we all sat down. Martha didn't even look at me, well, hardly, and she asked mom if she wanted to go play bingo.

"Of course!" Then she asked me!

"Janet, would you like to go?" I never had a chance to say a word when mom said that I would love it! I soon found myself in the backseat as she drove to the church hall.

"You look so familiar Janet, are you related to Bob and Jill?"

"Yes Ma'am." I didn't add anything because I was hoping that mom would jump in and save me, but she left me hanging. Fortunately Martha didn't press it. At the hall I was given some cards and a stamp, and we joined others at a long table. I never came close to winning anything, until the jackpot that is. I hit bingo in just eight numbers! I yelled bingo, and mom told me to go up front to get my money. It was $300! On the way back to my seat, I saw Kelly White, a classmate of mine. I was hoping that she didn't recognize me, but when mom, Mrs. Wyans and I went for a soda she stopped me.

"I know you! You're…"

"Janet" I said, before she could blurt out my real name. She was quick, I'll give her that.

"Of course! Janet! How nice to see you again."

I saw her look me over, from head to toe, and smile. "Maybe we can get together tomorrow, I'll stop by around noon."

Before I could say no, she spun around and left! Mom had watched, and heard, the whole thing and when I looked, I saw her smiling!

We were dropped off at home, and by myself, I drove over to get dad at the lodge. By the time I managed to get to my room it was late, almost 11, and quickly undressed and washed off the makeup. Mom gave me a nightgown to wear, and I pulled it on and went to bed, exhausted from all of the excitement. The next morning I stumbled down to the kitchen for breakfast. Dad was not there yet, but mom told me that she thought I was wonderful last night.

"When Kelly talked to you I proud to see that you gave her your girl name. That's very brave and shows me that you are serious about doing this right."

"I just didn't want her to blurt out my real name by mistake that's all! Besides, Mrs. Wyans didn't seem to know, and I saw no reason to tell her who I was!"

"I'm sure that you thought that Janet, but Martha knew all evening! In any case, Kelly will be here at noon, so why don't you eat, then I'll help you get ready." I was dead meat now, that's all there was to it!

Since it was Saturday, and quite warm out, mom suggested that I wear shorts, and gave me a pair of her older, smaller ones. They were pink! I showered and shaved again, then pulled on a pair of pink panties, 'tucked' myself, and pulled on the padded pantybrief. I put the bra on and added the breastforms, then went to mom's room to do my makeup. Mom wasn't around to watch, but I managed, and like the night before, I looked okay. I didn't bother with eyeshadow or eyeliner, I just used a blusher and some pink lipstick. I added a dash of perfume, and went back to my room. I pulled on some socks and my tenny's, and then went to the closet to get a blouse, but mom cam in and gave me one of her tops.

"This will be cooler Janet, and it goes with the shorts." She handed me a ribbed white top, then I pulled the shorts on and slipped the top over my head. I started to tuck it in, but she told me that it was made to hang out. I looked in the mirror. The shorts, already short on mom, were even shorter on me, and I could just see part of my butt hanging out! Mom giggled and told me to go downstairs to wait for Kelly. Dad took one look at me and just shook his head. When mom joined us she had me sit at the table while she did my hair. She brushed it back on the sides and used two pink and white barrettes to hold it there, then trimmed my bangs and spritzed the whole thing.

While I waited for Kelly to arrive I helped mom clean the kitchen and did the dishes. There was nothing abnormal about it, I always helped her in the kitchen. Later, I was on the patio when Kelly showed up. Mom led her to the back, and when she saw me, she coughed, and I stood up.

"Hi."

"Hi Kelly."

She carefully looked me over before she sat across from me at the table.

"You've changed! If I had known you liked to… change, we could have been a lot closer a long time ago Janet."

I did not know what to say! The fact that she wasn't the least bit concerned by the way I was dressed confused me, and I asked he about it.

"Oh that. My brother liked to dress up a lot. We even went out a few times as girls. Then he was killed in that accident. I kind of miss having such a close and special girlfriend to do things with, now, here you are!"

"You mean to tell me that Jack would get dressed up and the two of you would go out!?"

"Sure. Why not? Jackie looked wonderful and had great legs. She always had some guy hitting on her." Then Kelly stunned me when she said, "I'll bet you will too Janet, you look real nice, especially with those legs of yours!"

I felt myself blush, then Kelly asked me how many times I had been out, "or was last night the first time?" I was ashamed to say that I had been sneaking out before, so...

"It was my first time out."

"Well you looked just fine Janet. Maybe you would like to go out again later tonight. There's a dance over at St. Mike's that starts at 7:30 tonight."

My self preservation mode kicked in, and I immediately said no, but she managed to convince me that I would be fine.

"I'll be over at 7 to get you Janet. Wear just a nice skirt and blouse."

Then she got up and left! Now Kelly is one of those girls that a lot of the guys ignore because she is smart or not quite pretty enough or both. She was one of those kids I mentioned that always go to events alone. I told mom what she wanted me to do, and to my shock, she told me that it would be good for me!

"You'll have to get used to being around boys your age anyway, and this way you'll have Kelly to help you!"

I went to my room to try and make a choice about what to wear that night. One of the new dresses I had was an all black chemise that fit me real nice, and that's what I wanted to wear, so I called Kelly and asked her to wear a dress too, and she said she would.

I was nervous about going, but mom assured me that I would be fine. "The only reason Kelly knew who you were is because she saw me, and made the connection. At the dance I won't be there!" It did not make me any less nervous, but I decided to just go ahead and go. I must have paced a path in the carpet before mom finally told me to go get ready. It was 4:30 in the afternoon! I spent almost an hour making sure there wasn't even one extra hair on my body, and washing my hair, and shaving before I went to my bedroom to get ready. Just as I was about to start laying my clothes out, mom came in and gave me a box of body powder. I went back in the bath and dusted myself, then returned to my room. Mom was gone, and I selected my only pair of black panties and pulled them on and tucked myself. I had bought a teen girl magazine that had several hairstyles in it with patterns for the rollers, and decided to try my hand at doing it myself. I followed the instructions to the letter but had a heck of a time looking in the mirror and doing it and began to get frustrated, finally, I called mom and asked her to help me. Within a few minutes she had me putting rollers in like a pro! She watched me as I managed to get them all in, then she sprayed some kind of gel on my hair and pulled the plastic cap over my hair.

"All set now Janet?"

"Sure mom, thanks."

I did my makeup exactly like the first night I went out except that I used light gray eyeshadow instead of peach, and I used black eyeliner instead of brown, which made my brown eyes stand out a lot better. For the first time I also used mascara in a deep black, brushing it on carefully, but made my lashes thicker and longer. For blusher I went to more of a rose, and blended it like mom showed me. When I had my makeup done, I walked from mom's room to my own expecting to find the clothes I had laid out still on the bed, but mom had changed them! Instead of the waist nipper there was a corset!

"Mom?"

"Yes dear, I'm coming."

When she saw me holding the garment up, she smiled and told me what it was and how to wear it.

"It's called a corselet. I found it in the bottom of my dresser. I can't fit into it anymore, maybe you can. Let me show you how to put it on."

She wrapped it around me, then I fastened the hooks in the front and pulled the zipper closed. Mom pulled the laces tight, or at least I thought they were tight! She showed me what tight was! My waist shrunk to 25 inches while my chest was compressed and forced up and into the built in bra cups! Looking down I could see that at least I had some cleavage!

"Now we do this." She reached into the cups and pulled my swollen flesh up and into the cups, creating an almost perfect set of boobs!

"Then we add these," she showed me the small, oval shaped pads, "like this." She shoved them in and under my breasts, filling out the cups of the bra and enhancing my own breasts.

"That is so cool mom!"

"It's a trick we girls learn young dear, and the boys fall for it every time!"

I looked in the mirror and saw that the sleek satin and lace corselet and my padded pantybrief had given me a very feminine and sexy shape! Mom watched as I pulled on the pantyhose, the helped me pull the dress over my head and zipped it up. I liked this dress in the store anyway, and now that I had it on, I saw that it fit me just right, accenting every one of my brand new curves. The neckline was round, and the material swelled over my breasts tapering to my abdomen and then flared at the hips, ending a full three inches above my knees. The sleeves came half way between my elbows and shoulders. I pulled out my new black heels and stepped into them, then went with mom to her jewelry box where she selected the perfect jewelry. Gold and black earrings that hung down an inch from my earlobes, with a matching choker style necklace. I wore the same gold watch, and mom gave me one of her cocktail rings to wear and handed me a bottle of her best perfume. I dashed it on my wrists, elbows, and neck, then drew on the soft red lipstick. I was about to leave for my room when mom gave me a black clutch purse with a brand new wallet inside. "You'll need to have a girls wallet Janet." I hugged her, and in my room transferred my things to the new wallet. I had scanned my student ID into my computer and changed it to read "Janet Lynn Benson" and printed out my own ID card. I hoped it would work!

Kelly showed up at 6, and I was shocked to see just how much different she looked! She had done her auburn hair in a flip and her makeup was perfect, showing her elfin face and those shiny green eyes to perfection. She had on a dark green dress that was similar to mine. It was a sheath, short, showing her very shapely legs perched in black heels. Even mom, who had known Kelly for years whistled. "You two should be the hit of the dance!" Mom's ebullience was nice, but I didn't want to be the hit of the dance! "You drive carefully Janet, and wear your seatbelts."

"Damn girl! You look terrific!"

I smiled at Kelly because I thought she was being kind, but when I looked at her I knew she felt that I did look good!

"It's nothing really, just a little corset and foam rubber!"

But she and I knew better. When we were walking across the parking lot I got scared again and almost went back to the car, but she held my arm, and in we went. I was at the dance, like it or not. We walked across the hall and found seats, then watched as a lot of kids I knew arrived, and with each one I got more and more nervous, but Kelly kept telling me to stay calm.

"You look great Janet, just watch your hand movements and the way you walk and you'll be fine!"

When the music started we saw a few couples start dancing, then right out of the blue I felt a hand on my arm.

"Would you like to dance?"

I turned around and saw Mike Stevens standing there! Mike was a hero at our school, having scored the winning basket at the last game.

"I thought you were going with Pamela!" Kelly's question didn't even faze him.

"I was, but we broke up."

His steady pressure on my arm caused me to move a bit, and he helped me up, then led me to the dance floor!

Three dances later he walked me back to the table and Kelly.

"Where have you been hiding this girl Kelly! I don't usually miss any of the pretty girls around here!"

"She's new here Mike so go easy on her."

Then he turned and kissed my hand before he walked away!

"How about that!" Only the best looking guy n school and he goes straight to you!"

I must have blushed because she started to giggle, then, after a minute, I joined her.

"He is kind of cute isn't he?" I asked, and Kelly started to giggle again.

Later she was asked to dance by Greg Connors. He had a crush on her for years but was always to shy to ask her out. Now that we were a bit older I guess he had found the nerve. I watched them as the melted together and disappeared into the crowd.

Mike came back and sat across from me.

"So tell me Janet, where have you been all of my life?"

It sounded as trite as it was, so I gave him a shot.

"Why, I've always been here Mike, you just haven't seen me!"

He merely smiled and asked me to dance. Standing next to him I was at least 8" shorter than he was, and as my head settled on his chest I began to like this being a girl a lot more than I planned on! Greg and Kelly walked over and told me that Greg was taking her home!

"We, um, have other plans Janet."

I knew what those other plans were, he wanted her to watch the submarine races with him at the park!

"I'll be glad to take Janet home if you like."

"I drove tonight Mike, sorry." "Maybe next time then." He was truly quick witted!

Later, at home, when I was safely in bed, I wondered what it was that made me feel secure in Mike's arms when we were dancing. I knew that I wasn't gay, in fact I had never thought about some guy like I was now, and it worried me a little. I fell asleep with a vision of Mike's arms wrapped around me, with his lips pressed hard against mine!

The next morning mom asked me how it went, and when dad left I told her.

"It scares me that I felt that way mom! I'm not gay!"

"I'm sure you're right Janet, but you are very pretty, in fact, in a way you remind me of that actress that plays that teenage witch on television. You're heavier, but you look a lot like her. Can assume that this Mike is tall and handsome?" I nodded my head yes. "Well then, I don't see what the problem is! You reacted like the girl you felt like, and seemed to be, and he reacted like a normal male that was attracted to a pretty girl!

"But mom!"

"But nothing. You enjoyed it and you know it, and that's what's bothering you, not if you're gay or not."

Before I could say anything she told me to finish breakfast and get dressed. I wore the shorts again and helped her clean the house from top to bottom, including the laundry. We quit for lunch, and just as I had put the dishes in the sink, Kelly called me and said she was coming over.

Kelly and sat on the patio, and I knew that I looked terrible. No makeup, my hair in my eyes, and a dirty shirt.

"Mike asked around about you last night Janet. Greg told me that he wants to get to know you better, and maybe call you for a date!"

"Great! He wants to date a guy in a dress! Just think what that would do for our reputations if that got out!"

Kelly was no help at all! She just giggled.

"Greg told him that he would ask me to feel you out about maybe a double date next Saturday night."

"No way!" I said it quickly and meant it, or at least I thought I did."

"Cut the crap Janet, I saw the way you two were dancing. I know that you liked the way he was holding you, it was all over your face!"

She had me there! "But what about him? What happens when he finds out?"

"You'll just have to make sure he doesn't Janet, but you and I both know that you loved it last night and would go on a date if you weren't such a chicken!"

She was right and I knew it, but that scared feeling rose up and stuck in my throat again.

"He's going to call tonight and ask you out Janet, so you better decide what you're going to do. If it's yes, mention the double date with Greg and I."

Smiling, she went home, leaving me with that ugly lump in my throat and a sinking feeling that I was going to go on a date, my first one.

Mike called me at 7 that night, and I was pleasant but firm, we would double with Kelly and Greg. He didn't like it, but he agreed. It took me two days to tell mom, but she knew, or had guessed already. Going to school as my boy self was hard, especially when I saw Mike every day, and had to listen to him boast about the new chick he was going to add to his stable! Like I was a mare! Boy did he have a shock coming! But he wasn't that much different from the other jocks I guess. They all thought that they were the kings, and that every girl would fall at their feet if they even talked to them; it was one of the things I hated about being in a school that emphasized sports so heavily. When I told mom about it, she merely smiled.

"Boys often think they are in charge dear, but women know that is completely wrong. We control the amount of kissing and just how far we will let them go, where we will and won't go or do, and we often make them do things they don't want to, but we do it so that they think they are in charge. You'll learn that quickly if you keep dating."

It was a hard week to get through, but I managed, and on Friday after school I went to my room to change. I did my hair and makeup, put on a bra and blouse then had mom take my picture with dad's newest toy, a digital camera that I could download the images from. Mom took the picture, and once I had it in the computer I scanned my ID again as well as my driver's license, and then made the changes to both of them so that said they I was Janet Lynn Benson, age 16, 5'7" Female. I left the number at the top, and then printed out one of each. I put them in my new wallet, and then put on some shorts.

For my date I wore a simple pleated skirt and a blouse with a light sweater, nylons and flats. Mom gave me another tip when I was getting dressed. "A lot of men don't like it when a woman is on her period, so to keep hands safely where they belong, you can wear a sanitary pad." I looked at her like she was an alien, but she insisted, then helped me put on the belt and secure the pad. It felt terribly bulky, but there was no sign of it and I relaxed after I had it on for a while. Mike was persistent all night, but it wasn't until Greg drove us to the park that we actually kissed. The first time I felt his lips on mine I knew that if anyone found out about me I would be dead, but it felt so good that we were soon swapping tongues and with his warm breath in my ear, I was slowly, but surely melting. He had his hand on mine, which was fine, but as soon as he put it on my leg I stopped him. He was panting hard and I knew that he wanted me to let him touch me, but I resisted and he gave up. The guys dropped Kelly and I off at my house, and we went in. Kelly's folks were going to be away so she was staying with me that night, something that surprised me, but she said her mother called and asked if she could stay with me, and my mom had said yes. I had visions of Kelly and I in the same bed, but mom said that Kelly could use the spare room, and my hopes were dashed.

I had a little more than a month until the end of the school year, and had gone out twice with Mike, and had met a few of the other girls along the way. All of them seemed to accept me like I was and I relaxed, a lot. On Tuesday Mike called me and asked me to go to the prom with him, which really worried me on several fronts, not the least of which was because it would mean a huge expense for my parents! I also knew that on prom night it was expected that the girls would give in a little more to their dates desires. I told him I would ask and he could call me the next day. When I mentioned it over dinner I thought dad would choke a bit, but he had met Mike when he came to pick me up, so I thought it would be okay with him.

Dad said, "I thought, let you dress up, okay, go out a few times, okay, we even let you go out with a boy, twice! Okay! But the prom?"

He was flustered and concerned, and I knew exactly how he felt!

"Howard, we are the ones that encouraged him to experience being a girl, and the prom is a big night for all of the kids, especially the girls! We can hardly say no, can we?"

Dad just shook his head and agreed to let me go, "but in a decent dress!" Mom just smiled and never said a word. Me, I was still coping with having let a boy kiss me!

For the next week, every day after school, mom had me get dressed, and we went dress shopping. I never had any idea that buying a simple dress could be so hard! They were the wrong color, wrong size, weren't available, or showed to much skin; but we finally found one that we both liked, and after I tried it on we both knew it was perfect. It was a red cocktail style dress with a sweetheart neckline that had a fitted bodice and had layered petticoats under the skirt. Dad would say it was outrageous, but we liked it, so mom bought it! From there we bought some patent leather heels with ankle straps in red with a clutch purse to match, a complete earring and necklace set in red and white rhinestones, and a thin rhinestone belt. I thought I had to complete outfit, but mom said no, and I was soon being measured for a red and white corselet. As a topper, mom bought me some red satin panties!

Without telling me, mom had made an appointment for me at her salon on the day of the prom, and waited until the night before to tell me! "It's a treat we women give ourselves for special occasions Janet so just relax and enjoy it!" So, the next morning, wearing a skirt and blouse, I found myself at the salon under the care of Margie, mom's regular stylist.

"So you're Janet! I've heard a lot about you!"

What could I say? She obviously knew who, and what, I was. Together, we picked out a style, and then she went to work. First a wash, then she lightened my hair just one shade and added auburn highlights. She began to roll my hair and as I relaxed, Debbie, the manicurist came over and started on my nails. I wasn't paying any attention, and missed seeing her add the acrylic extensions. Margie did wonders with my hair and when she was done I had a wonderfully feminine cut. My hair was fluffed high on top with ringlet curls down the sides of my face and curls all across the back. When Debbie said she was done, I looked and saw ten long nails, all painted a bright red! I looked for mom but she was under the dryer, so I merely thanked Debbie and looked in the mirror again, not quite sure it was me; the girl looking back was quite pretty, not beautiful, but nice, especially when she smiled.

I was home before I found out that the nails were semi permanent. Mom told me that since we were going on vacation right after the prom, there was no reason to not have them done.

"After all, you'll be Janet for our entire vacation, and possibly for the summer when we return, so why not?"

Why not indeed! That afternoon was spent with my bottle of hair remover and a razor as I once again made sure I was as hairless as any girl. After a bath, not a shower, I dusted myself and slipped the satin panties on, enjoying the material as it slid up my legs. Mom had told me that I wouldn't need the pantybrief. I didn't understand why, but I went to my own vanity which was made of an old trunk and a piece of plywood, and started my makeup. Working with longer nails was a challenge, but I managed to not stab myself more than a few times. I made it dramatic, using dark green and gray with a silver highlight for eyeshadow, and wider, black eyeliner above, and below my eyes. I was about to try and get the corselet on when mom came in.

"I'll have to help you with that Janet, it's a bit smaller than the one you're used to."

That was an understatement! She pulled, and I huffed and puffed, but when she was done I didn't need any padding anywhere! My own chest virtually filled the cups of the corselet nicely without any foam, and my waist was now a svelte 23 inches! I could breath, barely, and thought I was dying, yet I now knew why I did not need to pad anywhere. After a few minutes the pain subsided and I actually started to feel okay!

I was going to wear pantyhose, but mom said no, and gave me some nylons, which I rolled up my legs, then she moved the garters under my panties and fastened the tabs and pulled the tension tight. "You have to wear your panties over them or you can't use the bathroom easily Janet." It was obvious after she told me. She helped me get the dress on and when she zipped it up every bit of my cleavage was visible! The corselet had pushed everything up and the neckline of the dress exposed it! The dress fit me perfectly and I sat on the bed to put my shoes on. I struggled with the unfamiliar straps and long nails combination, but mom just watched me until I had it. "Might as well learn now Janet!" She helped me with the jewelry, and then I dabbed myself with some perfume that was a gift from dad! It was one of the best brands, and I used it in all of the right places, including on my thighs! My lipstick was bright red of course, and as I put it on I knew that I was hot! I looked in the mirror, saw the twin mounds of my breasts that seemed to strain at the material, my narrow waist, and my long nylon clad legs, and knew that I was as much a girl right then as it was possible for me to be!

Mike arrived right on time, and dad made a big show of having me walk down the stairs so he and Mike could see me for the first time together. Both of them gaped when they saw me, especially dad. He took some pictures of Mike and I, then we left for the prom. The corsage he gave me was on my right wrist, and as we drove along the scent of fresh flowers filled the car, mixing with my perfume. Mike was a perfect gentleman and had my arm as we walked into the hall. I saw Kelly with Greg, and she looked smashing, dressed in all white. She saw us, and they came over to greet us.

"Wow! Janet! You have outdone us all!"

I gave her a bow and Mike and I found our table. We were seated with his friends, Dave, Bill, and Steve. Their dates were part of the schools elite, and all of them were snobs. Heather was with Steve, and like him, from a wealthy family. Both of them knew their futures were secure no matter what they did and it showed. Jill was with Bill. Both of them came from working class parents and were cool even if they were in the elite. The bitch of the entire school was Mary. She and Dave were the self anointed King and Queen of the school and thought that everyone should bow to their command. Most of the kids like me ignored them but they were still a pain in the ass.

During the prom Mike and I had to sit and listen to Mary knock most of the kids, especially the girls, about their dresses, who they dated, what they looked like, or what their parents did for a living. I had reached my boiling point, and I knew that Mike knew it, but I held my tongue. I was in a precarious position, being a boy, dressed as a girl, so I didn't want to upset things and be discovered, so I just sat there and simmered. Mary asked me where I went to school. It was the dreaded question, but mom had prepared me well.

"I go to a private East Coast school, why?"

"Well" she said, "Mike told me where you live, and that's Tom Benson's house. I just wondered, because there was a rumor that you were Tom in drag."

"Do I look like a guy in drag?"

Before she could answer I put her on the defensive.

"I had heard that you were the Queen bitch of the school, but how can that be? Here you are in all of your fine clothes, making snide remarks about people you don't know, or care about, all because their parents have to work for a living. Calling you a bitch is wrong, maybe correct, but wrong."

I let it all sink in, and then added, "it's to bad that your parents didn't teach you good manners to go along with all of that money. At least we could tolerate you!"

She reacted just like I expected. She stood up and started screaming at me. The chaperones came over and tried to quiet her down, but when she wouldn't stop, she was asked to leave!

"Janet, you just took down a very formidable girl!" Mike smiled at me and added, "but I'm glad you did, because she really needed it!"

Dave was left standing there wondering what to do until Mike told him to go get Mary and if he could quiet her down, she could come back to the table. He left, looking for his now very irate date. A number of the kids had heard our exchange and most of them started clapping when she left! I was shaking I was so angry, so Mike and I walked out on the patio.

"You're a hero Janet. You have no idea of the number of kids that have wanted to do that to her."

I did, but could not say so.

"She is right about one thing though, you do live at Tom's house, and I know he is an only child, so tonight, when you called Mrs. Benson mom, that could only mean that you are Tom, right?"

He had me pinned like a butterfly on a poster board! If I said no, then he would expect me to leave and go back to school, but if I said yes, my secret would be revealed. I had a choice of dying in the fire or the frying pan, and I wasn't sure which was worse. I liked Mike as a person, I always had, and now, well, I had to tell him something.

He was holding my hand, and when I looked in his eyes, I knew that he already knew, so I told him.

"You're right Mike, I'm Tom Benson. I'm so sorry I deceived you, but…"

"Let me guess, you liked dressing as a girl and we kind of got caught up together."

I nodded my head yes, and he led me to a table and sat down.

"Janet, I've know you since grade school and I never had a clue that you felt this way let alone be able to look so good! Hell, you got a knockout figure that's better than my sister!"

Then he shocked me by leaning over and kissing me lightly on the lips! I must have looked shocked because all he did was smile!

"Janet, you're my date tonight, and as far as I'm concerned you're a girl, or at least as close as you can get anyway, and I like you; why shouldn't I kiss you?"

I didn't have an answer and fell against him, glad that I still had him as a friend.

"Let's go back in and see how Mary and Dave are doing."

I stood up and when he reached for my hand I opened it for him, and he put his ring in my hand!

"Mike! I can't take this! I'm not… we can't…"

"Who knows besides you and I, and your parents?"

"Kelly does Mike."

He merely smiled and told me to keep the ring, at least for now. "It'll drive Mary crazy, and as a couple now, she'll be more discrete about chopping you because she will certainly think you're a girl."

Mike was proving to be a hell of a lot more man than I had thought! He simply accepted me for what I was because I was his friend, and, I think, because I turned him on! We had just sat at our table when Kelly and Greg came over.

"Have to use the powder room Janet?" I got up and joined her. "That was some performance girl! You certainly put her in her place better than anyone I ever thought could!"

As we walked into the ladies room I opened my hand and showed her Mike's ring.

"No kidding! He gave you his ring?"

After we took care of business we stopped in the hallway and I told her that he had given it to me after he knew the truth.

"Janet you are a real trip! Wait until Mary hears this! She'll explode like a rocket!"

Later, after the prom, Mike and I went to a small restaurant, then, on the way home he stopped at Promontory Point.

"Janet, I know you're Tom, but I don't care because you are a really fantastic girl."

Then he pulled me to him and kissed me. I was on a high that went past my common sense, and when I felt his hand on my leg I didn't move it, instead, I moved so that he had a better chance. His tongue slid into my mouth and I melted as he ministered to my wildest fantasy, and then, he moved my hand to his lap. Now I was confused. I wanted to please him, but he knew I was a male. If I touched him then what? Would he tell his buddies?" My fantasy almost overcame my common sense, but I moved my hand away. He didn't say anything, he simply kissed me again while his hand stroked my stomach. It felt really good and I almost gave in again. We went home an hour later, my confirmation as a female over. Mike had accepted me as the woman I pretended to be, and reacted just like a male would if he was with a pretty girl he liked. I went in the house I was smiling, knowing I had passed the greatest test ever. The next morning, wearing a nightgown, I had some coffee and tried to understand what had happened, and why.

Mom was gone somewhere, so I went to my room and put on some jeans and a top, redid my hair, and put on some makeup. I found a gold chain and slipped Mikes ring on it and put it around my neck. I was in the kitchen cleaning up when mom came home. Like a laser, her eyes found the ring and looked at me with a question in her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and simply said, "He wanted me to have it mom." She knew exactly what having a boys ring meant, and sat at the table, motioning for me to sit as well. Mom didn't say anything for a minute, but just stared at me.

"I can assume that you had a wonderful time last night?"

I nodded my head yes, then she asked me if there was anything she should know.

"He knows that I'm not a girl mom."

It was like I had dropped a bomb on her lap!

"Was this before or after he gave you that ring?"

"After mom."

She slumped in her chair for a minute, then started to smile, then giggle, then came an all out laugh!

"Your father is not going to understand this at all Janet, not at all!"

Then she asked me about the prom and what we did afterwards. I told her about Mary, then about Mike and I going to the Point, but did not elaborate about that.

Mom must have known what had happened at the Point, but she never said a word about that except to tell me not to tell dad about that.

"We all know why boys take girls to the Point Janet, and so does he, and he can add. A pretty girl, a prom, a boy, and the Point only add up to one thing! Are you sure you have nothing to tell me?"

"No mom. I'm okay."

She and I finished cleaning up, then she asked me if, since I was going to be a girl all summer, could I go back to being Tom when school started in the fall.

"I don't know mom, it'll be hard that's for sure, but I will if I have to I guess, why?"

"Just wondering that's all."

Later that afternoon Mike came over and the three of us sat on that patio drinking soft drinks.

"Janet tells me that you know about her little secret Mike, and you still gave her your ring. Why?"

"Because I like her a lot, and she makes me happy to be with her."

"Doesn't it bother you a little that she can't… well she can't…"

"Not really Ma'am. None of the other girls that I know of do that either, so what's the problem?"

He had her there, and she knew it. "You just keep the secret Michael, or I'll be very unhappy."

He knew what that meant. My mother would call his mother and all hell would break out.

"Not a chance! Janet is my girl and I intend to keep it that way and the only ones that can change that are her and I… Ma'am."

He must have passed the test because mom dropped it and asked him about what happened between Mary and I. He told her in graphic detail, and had her laughing hard by the time he was done.

"So my daughter has finally found her voice and is no longer so shy. All it took was becoming a woman to do it!"

Mike was holding my hand when he squeezed it. "She was terrific last night Ma'am, and I'm proud of her!"

"Me too Mike, me too."

Dad, when he saw Mikes ring, started to say something about it but mom stopped him.

"It's a high point in every girls life to have a boys ring, and Janet is no different Howard."

He got that resigned look on his face, and let it drop. On Monday the next week, we left for vacation, and it was wonderful. We went to a huge theme park, then drove home, stopping along the way until, two weeks later, we got home. Mike and I went out the next night, and the day after that I started to look for a job.

In the classified ads I saw an opening for someone to work in an office, keeping track of the database and membership lists. I put on mom's best suit, the pink jacket with a straight black skirt, and went there first thing the next morning to apply for the job. In high school I had been number one in my computer classes, and felt sure I would be able to get the job. I told mom about it, and she told me that I should put my real name on the application because they would find out anyway, as soon as they typed in my social security number. It wasn't what I wanted to do, but mom was right, and I knew it. The next day I was wearing my best smile as I walked into the building.

I was ushered into a very plush office where I met Veronica Blake, the owner. She was a stunning woman with deep black hair, green eyes and looked to be about 30. She wore a tailored yellow suit with a black blouse, and looked terrific. She shook my hand, and the warm sensation she gave me made me feel like I wanted to work there more than anything.

"I see you have applied for the new position in the office."

"Yes Ma'am."

She nodded her head and scanned my very short resume before she raised her head.

"It says here that your name is Thomas Benson!"

Veronica looked at me and sat back, smiling.

"I never would have guessed!"

She scanned the resume, then said, "Even though you have not yet graduated from high school, it looks like you are more than qualified for the job, but we only cater to women here, and we require that all of our employees be women. Even in the office since we often have our clients come in and fill out very detailed questionnaires, and a great many of our clients would be nervous answering some of the questions if they knew, or found out, that a male, even one that looks like you do, might see them or their answers. The questions can be very embarrassing you see."

I rose to thank her for her time, but she waved her back to her seat. "There might be an answer however. I see here that you were first in your computer class, and that you have excellent grades over all. That alone is enough for me to want you to work here, but first, it seems that we have a few obstacles to overcome."

"If you agree to let me make some more complete changes in your appearance, I would love to have you on our staff."

"But you just said if the clients knew there was a male…"

Veronica nodded her head yes. "If you want the job we can help you in your transition to female if you like. We make over women of all types here all of the time, and we are certainly able to treat you."

My mouth must have dropped open because she told me to close it. It was one of my favorite dreams, to be able to work and live as a girl.

"Can you tell me what you would do to me?"

"Of course!" Then she went on to detail exactly what they could do for me. When she was done, I was stunned! I had no idea that what I had been told was possible, or that I would ever have it done to me! Veronica let me call mom so she could tell her about all of the procedures and the job, including the money it paid. My mother's only response was that it would be nice to finally have Janet as a real daughter! Then, Veronica told me that because I was only 17, she would require a signed statement from my parents, countersigned by myself, saying that the process was okay, before they would even consider starting any kind of transition. I went home, promising that mother and I would be back the next morning at 8.

That night, I explained everything to my parents, detailing exactly what Veronica had offered to do for me. "I'm never going to be a boy again mother, and I think all know that, so why not let Veronica help me be the woman I want to be? My mother, and then my father, a little more grudgingly, agreed, so the next morning, as promised, mother and I appeared in Veronica's office. We were again told, in greater detail, what the changes would be and why they were done. Mother had a few questions, none of them about my becoming a young woman, then she signed the release. I countersigned it, and started to fill out the application for the job. When I came to the name, I asked if I should use my male name, and was told no.

"Use your feminine name." After a momentary pause, I wrote Janet Lynn Benson, age 17, on the application. The rest of the information was accurate and true. Only my name and sex were different. Veronica had someone walk mother out, while she led me into the small, private hospital. "Please strip and put the robe on. I'll be waiting."

When I had stripped and put the robe on, I joined Veronica as she walked through a door and down a short hallway.

"Here she is Marcie. Check her out and make your recommendations. I'll be in my office."

I followed the woman into an examining room. After she shut the door she introduced herself.

"I'm Dr. Marcie Denton. A medical doctor by the way. We examine all of our clients completely so we can better adapt their regimen to match their health and ability. In your case, we will check to see what we can do to help you better become more feminine, at least visually that is. We will not do any procedure that cannot be undone except one, and that will not matter. If at any time in the future you decide to have complete surgery we would send you to a clinic that specializes in that type of thing."

She motioned for me to lie down, and helped me take the robe off.

Naked, I lay there while the doctor poked and prodded, checked my maleness, and chest. The doctor drew blood, and measured me, then she had me put my legs in what looked like stirrups. She fastened my feet in place, and then raised, and spread, the stirrups. I felt truly naked this way, unable to see what the doctor was doing, and not being able to do anything about it even if she did! I was unable to even sit up!

"This is a shot to help ease the pain. It's a minor procedure and should not take long."

She shoved the needle in, and I did not feel myself go numb. The doctor made a very small incision, and began. Within 45 minutes she had finished. "All done!" I smiled at her, wondering what she had done, but kind of felt I knew by the way Veronica had talked. Then the doctor lowered the stirrups and helped me sit up. When I saw the bandages in my groin and knew for sure that I was right.

"Now then. Let me explain what I did."

She told me in great detail. "As you will find out, you will have the external look of a female without actually being one, much like what your mother did for you. However this is more effective, and can only be undone by a doctor. Now we need to help your breast development."

The doctor explained everything very carefully, then made two very fine incisions, and inserted saline filled breast enhancements devices. Then she used medical glue to seal the wounds. Now, I at least had the body of a female! The doctor gave me a special kind of bra, and told me to get dressed again. I followed the doctor back to Veronica's office, the entire procedure had taken about 5 hours, and I was still a little numb from the medication she had given me.

"She did fine, and will make a wonderful addition to the staff Veronica."

The doctor left us, going back to her office. "Now that you have the body, you will need a few days to heal up and get used to everything about your new body. Come back next Monday and we will get you started. Take this."

Veronica handed me a check. "It will be deducted from your paychecks over the next year. You and your mother will need to buy you a few clothes and things. Wait a few days before you start doing a lot of walking. Give the stitches time to heal."

I took the check and made my way to the door, and then turned to face her, and she smiled at me. "It's okay Janet, we'll see you on Monday then. We start at 8."

One of the women that worked in the clinic drove me home, and as soon as I walked in the house mom wanted to know what happened, and how did I feel. A few minutes later, when I had to use the bathroom, I found out just how well the doctor had done her work. I experienced no pain, and everything worked just fine. Mom watched me as I changed the bandages, and later that day, I was able, with more instruction from mother, to use a sanitary pad instead of the heavy bandage. My skin was silky smooth with only a few signs of the minor surgery that had just been done. I applied a body lotion that made my skin feel even softer, slipped on a nightgown, and went to bed. We waited a few days, then, on the fourth morning my mother awakened me, and as soon as I was awake, mother told me to get dressed. "Wear a skirt and blouse, and we will have something to eat and then go shopping." In the bath I checked my stitches, and found that they had healed almost completely, and got dressed.

Mom and I went to a major department store and straight to the lingerie department where mother started handing me things, beginning with another dozen pairs of panties. Then both full and half slips, in white and beige. I picked out a few bras, and tried them on, discovering that I wore a 36B. I picked out a plain white, a peach demicup with lace trim, and one black. In nightgowns I picked out three that I really liked, one of them was a babydoll in pale blue. From there we went to dresses, and while mother sat and watched, I picked out several that I really liked. I bought four more skirts, two straight, one pleated, and one A line. My mother insisted, so I tried on some suits and bought three of them. One was pink, with a tailored jacket with a straight skirt, one was white with dark blue piping and a matching skirt, and the last was all black. I also picked up blouses in black, pale blue, red, and several in white. Then mother and I went to the shoe department and bought some more heels, in black patent leather, gray, white, dark blue, and red; flats in taupe and white. The packages were getting heavy, so we took them to the car and went back in.

"You should have your hair and nails done again Janet, let's go see if they have an opening."

We went into a salon and saw Margie. She waved me back, and told me I would have to wait a few minutes. Margie asked me what I wanted done, and I told her about my new job, and that it was in an office, and wanted a new, more career look, so she and I looked in several books until we agreed on a cut. Margie insisted, then lightened my hair another shade, then layered and cut it into a very feminine, but easy to take care of style. It was a classic career look haircut. It framed my face with curls, and hung above my shoulders with a slight poof on top with bangs that were cut straight across. My nails were repaired, and painted in a dark reddish shade of plum. By the time I left the salon, the term 'new woman' had a lot more meaning for me!

Waiting in the salon for me, mother was proud to see just how much better I felt about myself now that I had a body to match my looks. I looked every inch the young professional woman I now was. I was wearing one of the new dresses we had bought and my new black heels. With my hair, nails and makeup done, I felt, for the first time that I was truly beautiful! By the time we got home I was tired from all of the walking. Then mom and I had some dinner, and we went about removing the rest of my male clothes, replacing them with all of my new feminine clothes. My desire to see myself nude, made me look in the mirror a lot that evening, but later that night I started to itch and get a burning pain in my groin, and asked her mother to check the stitches. After a quick look, mom knew that she would have to explain all about feminine hygiene! Embarrassed by what she told me, I cleaned up and changed into my babydoll nightgown, then we watched television that night.

I had done makeup and hair enough that I was confident about my ability, and starting that night, I selected the clothes I would wear to work the next day, and then went to the bath. I used a cream to remove any hair, and after a shower I went to bed. The next day I pulled on clean panties and sat at the vanity to do my makeup. I had worn pantyhose a lot, but as I pulled them on I once again felt the electric sensation of nylon against my now smooth skin and shivered. The bra I chose was the peach demicup, it held me up, and my breasts lay in the cups, my nipples just below the lace trim, the swelling of my breasts making me smile to myself. For a better shape, I pulled on a padded pantybrief, then my skirt. I had decided on the pink suit for my first day at work. The blouse was white, with a lace insert at the neck, short sleeved and had a round collar. I pulled the jacket on and stepped into the white shoes. My jewelry was also white. Round button earrings with white and gold bracelet. I did not wear a necklace, but my watch was gold, then I put on a soft red lipstick and some perfume. My purse was white, and already had my money and ID in the new wallet. I also had a sanitary pad, my lipstick, and a brush. I grabbed my car keys, and went out the door and into the future.

On Monday morning, after breakfast, I kissed both mom and dad, and drove to work. I wore a business style suit to work, then went straight to Veronica's office and was let in. Veronica gave me a careful looking over and was very impressed! She said I had that 'look', that I had become more feminine than some of the women that used her establishment!

"You look wonderful Janet! Beautiful in fact!"

That brought a wide smile to my face as she said, "I want you to go see the doctor and have her look at your stitches, then come back here and we'll get you started." I went to see Marcie who took my stitches out and declared me ready to work.

"By the way Janet, On Wednesday I want to see you here at 4. There is one more procedure and your done."

I was given a small office, and was allowed to look over the way the files were structured and set up. It was a mess at best, and I began to discover so many faults that I had to write them down to keep track of them. By lunch I had a good idea on how to fix things, but it would require an expenditure of funds, so I called Veronica and was told to do whatever needed to be done. I started calling around to find the best prices on a system that I wanted to install. It would be expensive, but so streamlined that many of the lost billing files and cost recovery plans would offset most of the costs. I ordered what I needed, and set about revising the files to fit my new system. That night after work, I went to see Kelly, and the two of us excitedly filled each other in on the latest gossip. When I told her I now had my own boobs, Kelly wanted to see, so I removed my blouse, then my skirt, slipped my bra and panties off and just stood there. As I stepped out of my panties, Kelly gasped.

"I know one guy that will make very happy!"

I got dressed again, and then we drove over to see Mike. He greeted me with a kiss, and as Kelly watched, I whispered in his ear. When she saw the smile on his face she knew that I had told him about the changes.

"We have to go Mike, see you on Saturday night?"

"Sure! 7?"

"Okay!"

Work was just the thing for me, and I soon forgot about being a woman and simply did my job. On Wednesday, promptly at four I went to the doctor's office where Marcie had me lay on a table, face up, with my head in a fixture.

"This will permanently remove your beard Janet. It's the only procedure we cannot reverse. Now, close your eyes and we will begin."

I felt a pad placed on my eyes, then a few minutes went by before I began to smell the faint odor of the ozone in the air as the laser fired. In about an hour it was all over. I felt my face, the lack of any beard hair the first thing I noticed. My transition was virtually complete now.

On Friday some of the other girls that worked there asked her to join them that night.

"It'll be great Janet. We're going to Starzzz! They have all those cute guys there!"

I had not been out since my transformation, and Michelle's invitation was tempting, but I wasn't so sure about picking up a guy let alone interacting with one when I was going with Mike.

"I'll call home and let you know."

The rest of the staff did not know about my transformation and simply accepted me as a normal female. Most of them were about my age, and I fit right in age wise with what the girls called the shewolf pack. Mother thought it was a good idea, and I told Michelle I would go.

"What do you wear to Starzzz anyway Michelle?"

"Something short and or sexy girl!"

"Can I bring a friend? She and I are real close."

"Hell yes! Bring her along!"

By the time I got home, I knew exactly what I was going to wear. Last week I had bought a dress that I liked but was sure I would never wear anywhere. It was perfect if what Michelle said was true. Besides, the more I thought about it, the more I knew I wouldn't mind being a sex object! I ate a quick dinner, and went to my room, took a quick shower, and started to get ready for a fun night out. I had called Kelly, who said she would be ready.

I had the entire outfit. Starting with sexy red satin panties. I had a red corselet that would give me a nicely trim and narrow waistline, while pushing my breasts up, together, and out. I sat at the vanity and did my makeup, which by now I had mastered, and when I was done I looked radiant. I wrapped the corselet around myself and pulled the hooks closed and zipped it up, looking in the mirror as I 'fluffed' my boobs, smiled, then sat on the bed and pulled the pantyhose on. The dress was fire engine red, short, with a plunging back as well as being low enough in the front to show a lot of cleavage. The zipper was closed and the soft red material hugged me like a good paint job, the hem a solid three inches above my knees. I sat at the vanity again, and redid my hair differently, in a style more suited to going to a nightclub, using a bright red lipstick, some expensive perfume, and stepped into my red patent leather shoes. The spike heels made me feel sexy, and my legs looked shapely. I wore a simple red stone on a gold chain around my neck, a ring on two fingers, and red and gold dangle type earrings. I moved my wallet to the red purse and went to the familyroom. Dad gasped when he saw me, mom asking, "Hunting?" It was mother's only comment. "Maybe" was my answer.

Michelle came over with Cheryl and Karen to get me, and when I let them in and they saw me, they all knew I was going to be hit on so many times that I would feel like a drum! But we were all dressed in a similar fashion, so they didn't say anything. My mother greeted all of the girls, and told them to have a nice time, while dad was still sputtering. He had agreed to the changes, but had not anticipated how I would react to them or look. I was every bit as nice looking as the other girls. We picked up Kelly and drove to the nightclub. It was not yet packed so we managed to get a table; we were alone for maybe ten minutes before the guys started to swarm their table, and like the other girls, I was asked to dance. He was tall and well muscled with an engaging smile. He held me tight against him, my breasts hard against his chest. I felt his hand as it moved south, and in my internal frenzy to be more of a woman than ever, I did not stop him. He gently cupped my bottom and squeezed as I felt his warm breath on my neck as he kneaded my bottom. Then I felt the warmth of his tongue as it went into my ear, making me shiver, which he took as a sign that I was ready.

"Let's go outside Janet."

"I can't Jeff, I can't!"

Then I went back to the table where I was teased about letting that one get away. The next day Kelly came over and they went out to breakfast.

"That was some outfit you wore last night Janet, and even quicker work with Jeff! I was trying to land him myself, but I guess once he saw you I was done for!"

I smiled at my best friend and told her I had no intention of cheating on Mike, but I did not confirm or deny anything about how Jeff made me feel.

Saturday night Mike came to get me, and I was more than ready to be with him. We went to a show, and later a burger joint, but best of all, he took me back to the Point. I had so many new emotions running through me that I was unable to, nor did I want to, stop him as he touched my breasts, then, the rest of me. As he put the seat down, he ran his hand up my dress and touched me there too, and I was in heaven as he stroked me. This was something that did not appear in any of my dreams, but I never felt more feminine as he treated me like any other woman. He held me tightly, then I knew he had released, and I made every effort to ignore his face as he turned red, ashamed of his lack of control. I had become a woman in my mind first, and in my body second, but I was no less a woman to Mike, and as he held me in his arms, I knew that I had done the right thing in letting him touch me.

I had ordered the new computer system set it up, and already had the server running, sitting in my small office. I went about setting up the various drivers and loading the software I knew they needed at the salon. It was tedious, making sure access was limited to certain programs for the various areas of the salon, and I managed by the end of the week, to have the other computers set up and went about creating the codes and passwords.

Veronica had been watching me as I worked and interacted with other employees and clients, saw a continuing improvement in the way I carried myself and told me I was doing fine. I was less rigid, more graceful, and certainly more at ease with myself now. During the next few weeks Veronica watched me, and could see that I was now as natural a female as any ever born; that's when she called my mother and asked if they had considered changing my name, legally that is. That set in motion several things, which resulted in my becoming Janet Lynn Benson legally, and with Veronica's connections, my school records were redone in my new name. When school started, I was enrolled just like I should have been, without the slightest hitch. Mary avoided me like the plague, which was fine with me, yet, when Mary saw me in the girl's shower, she merely walked away. One rumor had been put to rest. I was accepted as a girl by everyone and in fact, my father had become very protective of me lately, almost to the point of being over bearing! I was working at the salon on Co-op, when Veronica, with my parents permission, and under the guidance of the doctor, started me on hormones.

Within a few months after Veronica started me on the hormones I began to feel a tingling in my breasts, and by Christmas Marcie had to take out my implants! I was smaller than a B cup, but not by much, and looking around my family at the women, and the way they were built, I was pretty sure I would end up a full B cup pretty soon! By the time I graduated, all that was left for me was the surgery to become a complete female, but that's another story.

 

 

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