SpringFest                          by: Janet L. Stickney                                JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

I was in high school at the time, and looking forward to being out of school. There is a tradition, all in fun of course, that just before the Easter break, the top ten percent of the class had to participate in any event the top ten percent of the Freshman class decided on. There had been all sorts of parties and fun over this, like making the Seniors wear their clothes inside out, or make pizza for the entire school. Only once before had an idea been rejected by the school board. They wanted to have the Seniors come to school wearing only loin clothes. They should have known better. Since I fall into the top ten percent and my buddy doesn't, I was in while he got to watch. Their demands hit the bulletin boards, and within minutes it was all over the school. My heart sank when I read it for myself. Every one of us that qualified, boys and girls alike, had to dress in the clothes of the other sex! Girls would have to wear boys clothes, right down to the briefs, while the boys would have to dress as girls, right to the panties! I knew that some of us would never be mistaken for girls, but some, like me, might. I swallowed hard as I read the last paragraph. All of us would be required to attend SpringFest as the boy or girl we were supposed to dressing like!

I stand barely 5'6" tall and weigh about 130, I have blonde hair and green eyes with a slim but not skinny build. My name is Mark. I live with my parents and my sister Jill who is older than I am by two years. I looked around at some of the other guys that were going to have to do this, and realized that out of all of us, maybe three, including myself, would probably turn out to look just like a normal girl, or very close at the least! There was a lot of laughing and kidding around about it, but by the end of the day we all realized that we had to start on Monday, then stay that way for six weeks! Our Principal agreed that it was a long time, but she pointed out that women wear skirts every day, and we could too, saying it wouldn't hurt us to find out how the other half lives. Great. Even the Principal thought it was a good idea. Best friend or not, Gary could not stop teasing me about it, which only made it worse. All of us were given a letter we had to give to our parents, explaining the reason we would be dressing as boys or girls. Only the few that simply could not afford it would be exempt, and that leaves me out. My dad owns his own company. That night at dinner I broke the news to them, which brought gales of laughter from dad, musing from mom, and eagerness from Jill.

"You're about the same size as Jill, so I'm sure that we can find enough clothes for you to wear Mark. I'll bet that you'll be quite pretty too. We'll check after dinner. You have to be dressed by Monday?"

I nodded my head yes, and other than a few snide remarks from dad, nobody mentioned it again, until the next morning that is. Mom told me to join her in her bedroom.

"Since you will be dressing as a girl for quite a while, I'm assuming that you'll want to do your best."

"I don't want to do this at all mother!"

"Yes, well, that doesn't seem to be an option does it? I don't want to see you doing this and looking like a clown, so I thought we might spend the day seeing just how you look when you're all made up."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. Now strip to your shorts, I have something that will help."

I hate it when mom gets this way, and I didn't like it, but when I was down to my briefs, mom coated me with some kind of cream and had me stand there for almost half an hour before she would let me shower it off. I was also told to wash my hair with her shampoo and shave as close as possible, so by the time I stepped out of the shower, I had no hair on my body, and my own hair lay damp, smelling like a mat of fresh flowers. It felt so different to have no body hair at all! Chilly in fact. Just as I stepped out of the bath mom handed me a pair of panties, and in the interest of modesty, I pulled them on. They did nothing to hide my equipment as the thin material might as well have been clear plastic the way they stretched over me. Embarrassed, I had no choice but to turn around and hide things by folding it down and back, which then gave me a somewhat girlish front. Mom ignored my reluctance, and wasted no time wrapping a waist nipper around me, then securing the hooks up the front. When she was done my waist was 24 inches, and all of the excess had pushed upward, which, when she had me put the bra on, ended up in the cups of the bra! I was shocked that she could do that, and looked in the mirror, chagrined, and worse, knowing that if she could create boobs that way, she could probably make me look pretty good as a girl. With small foam pads mom enhanced the illusion that I have boobs by filling out the small cups of the bra and making my own skin swell up and flush out over the tops, the lace trim merely an accent. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. After that I got my very first lesson in makeup.

As I pulled the foundation over my skin, under her direction, I saw the thin trace of my beard disappear, then, after a dusting of powder my face looked smooth and soft, less angular, more…feminine. I felt like I was all thumbs, but mom was patient with me as the soft brown eyeshadow covered my eyelids, then a gray highlight. The deep black eyeliner was a liquid, and I was worried I would draw all over my eyes, but I managed to draw it on straight, then the mascara brush, which threatened to put my eye out, all of which only made my heart sink even further. Then, as I watched, mom used her curling iron, some hairspray and a brush to turn my hair into a stylist dream, which is to say I had waves on top, curls across the back, and bangs that just touched my eyebrows. Mom had created a girls haircut! After that came the pantybrief and the small towels mom stuffed along my hip bones for roundness, pantyhose that gave me the shivers, then the dress. It was all green with a square neckline and short sleeves. Mom zipped it up and I stepped into her black heels before I stood in front of the mirror. The hem of the dress was at mid thigh on me, and it looked like I had legs that would go on forever. There was exactly zero sign that I was a boy. I felt the sharp prick on my right ear as mom pierced it, then pushed in a gold hoop earring. She did the other side, then fastened a gold necklace around my neck. Finally, she handed me the lipstick. The soft red really did complete the look. A dab of perfume on my neck and wrists, then mom asked me what name we should use, since Mark no longer seemed to fit. I was still busy looking in the mirror when out of my own mouth popped the name.

"Catherine" I said, instantly regretting it. Catherine is such a feminine name! Mom smiled at me, took my hand, and led me out of her room, down the stairs and into the familyroom where Jill and dad waited. My heels were clicking on the hardwood floor as we walked the distance, then dad looked up at me. His eyes went wide, his mouth popped open but no sound came out. Jill however let out a squeal and stood up.

"Damn! You look great!"

"Everyone, this is Catherine."

I wanted to die. Dad wasn't laughing now, because we all knew that I had come out of this looking more like a girl than some girls do, and while I didn't think I was beautiful, I was certainly hard up against the cute category. With the waist nipper and some padding, I had a perfect 35-24-35 figure, and with blonde hair and green eyes, I had become the wet dreams most guys think of come to life. There was no way of course that anyone would let me change back, so I sat in the chair, waiting for someone to say something.

"What's her middle name?"

"Elizabeth. Catherine Elizabeth." Mom said.

Just then the doorbell rang and Jill went to get it. I sat there hoping it wasn't someone I knew, but it was Gary. Jill introduced me just as if we didn't know each other, and when his eyes lit up, I knew he thought I was cute and worse, didn't know who I was. Jill led him on a bit, but dad finally stepped in.

"Gary, this is Mark, but as a girl, we're calling her Catherine."

You could have knocked him over with a feather when he heard that.

"Damn! Uh, sorry Mrs. K, but she looks so…I mean that I never expected…"

"I know that you and Cathy like to go do whatever you usually do on Saturdays, but we have to get her a few things, so why don't you come back later, say right after dinner?"

Jill handed me a purse of hers, a black one that she told me put my wallet and lipstick into, then, after Gary left, Jill took my hand and led me out to the car.

"What do I need that we don't already have mom? I mean Jill and I can…"

"Share a lot of things, yes, but not panties, or bras, and you should have your own shoes. Maybe, if I can get you in, we'll get your hair styled to make it easier to take care of."

"I'll do her nails later, at home if we buy the kit mom!"

"Sounds like you're going to make a smash at school Cathy!"

"It's not a contest mom! All I have to do is wear the dress until the SpringFest!"

"I told you I would not tolerate you looking like a clown, and that's the end of it! Now settle down and simply enjoy this. It might be fun."

As we walked around the mall I saw at least ten other kids buying things to make them look more like girls or boys, but none of them recognized me, which was both good and bad. Good because they all knew me fairly well, and if they didn't know who I was, then it would be unlikely anyone else would. The bad? It meant that I looked to damn good! Mom and Jill were on a mission, and we bought three bras and a dozen panties in assorted colors, then in the shoes store, heels in black, and white plus two pair of flats, one taupe and one white, plus some gym shoes made for girls. I was hoping to go straight home and skip the salon, but no. It didn't take as long as I expected as the stylist cut my hair to just above my shoulders and set it in a soft curl with waves on top. She told me it would fall into place now, and I did not understand that she gave me a soft perm. I found that out later. We were gone maybe two hours, which was the very first time I had ever been out of the house dressed as a girl, but I found myself relaxed and not at all uneasy after a while, because nobody was staring at me. I still felt awkward and uncoordinated wearing a dress, but Jill said that would go away in a few days as a got used to the clothes. I wasn't so sure.

The minute we got home Jill took me to the kitchen and began on my nails. Since I had no knowledge of what she was doing, I simply let her do her thing. It seemed a bit tedious, but after about an hour she said she was done. My nails were now a bit longer, filed to a rounded end and painted the same soft red as my lipstick. The nails made my fingers look longer and thinner, and along with my new hairstyle, made me feel very feminine all at once. I did not plan on that, but when I looked in the full mirror again, it hit me that I didn't mind this at all, especially as I turned out looking like this. Why it hit me like that I'll never know, but I felt myself relaxing even more.

"I think she likes it mom!"

"I can see that! With that soft perm she'll be able to take care of her hair easily now, and I'm sure that she'll be able to do her own makeup by the end of the week as well."

"Perm? I have a perm?"

"It's called a soft perm Cathy. All it does is give your hair some body and retains the curl. It won't last forever."

Dad walked in and saw me. I heard him choke a bit before he said anything, and even then he was stuttering a little. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He told me that since I would have to be this way until after the SpringFest, I might as well get used to it, and that he had called Gary and told him to join us for dinner at the country club!

"You girls go change. Our dinner reservations are for 6."

Even dad was referring to me as a girl now! Jill took my hand and we went to her room. She opened her closet and began to search around, then came out with two dresses. One a white organza cocktail dress, the other her red sheath dress. Since I just bought the white shoes, she gave me the white dress and told me she would help me get ready. She unzipped my dress and I slipped it off just as her skirt hit the floor. I'm afraid I looked, but she ignored me and took her blouse off and told me to go wash the makeup off and shave again. When I returned, I knocked on the door and she let me in, and for the first time ever, I saw my sister naked from the waist up!

"Get used to it Cathy. Nobody, especially the girls will think anything about you being a boy in a dress, not looking the way you do. Besides, I'm sure you always wondered what they looked like, didn't you? Oh, never mind. Sit here and I'll guide you through your makeup. Mom is good, but she's 43 and I'm 20, and that makes me closer to your age and a better judge of what to use that her."

I have to admit that Jill was good. I did everything, but she had me use a very pale blue with copper and gray over that, with black eyeliner, but also, under my eyes, I used a black eye pencil to define my eyes better. Her mascara made my lashes thicker and longer than mom's did. Since my hair was still okay, she had me take the bra off and I put one of the new ones on. It's called a Pushemup for good reason. It makes mountains out of mole hills. The white lace trimmed demicup held me in tightly, pushing my cleavage up and out, but Jill used the same foam pads to fill out the cups of the bra even more. When she was done I looked like a very healthy young lady, with what the guys would say is a cha cha rack. The dress went over my head easily and Jill zipped it up. The thin straps that hold up the front just covered my bra straps, but the low cut front exposed my newfound charms in a way that I found alarming. Jill told me it's what the girls call a date bait dress. The dress fit me tightly across the abdomen and flared out at my waist to end above my knees a little, the thin organza, light and sheer, made my legs look even sexier than the first one did! For jewelry she handed me some gold and white chandelier earrings and choker necklace, then told me she was going to get ready.

I took two of her rings from her case and slipped one on each hand, then used her perfume, the one in the little bottle, on my wrists, neck and elbows, just like mom did earlier. I used the same lipstick, then found the right purse to match the dress and went back to my own room. No matter how I cut it, I looked pretty good, which is why I didn't mind wearing the dress I guess. I looked in the mirror again and knew that without a doubt, Gary would be surprised. Hell, I'm surprised! I never imagined I would look this way, but I do, and I have a long time to go wearing a dress, so I thought, I might as well look good. I changed my stuff to the new purse and went to the familyroom to wait for everyone else. Mom was there already.

"Oh my!"

"What?"

"Catherine! You look spectacular! I just know that Gary will think so too!"

"Why would he be interested in me? He knows who I am under all of this stuff."

"He's a male honey, a young male, and boys his age think of women as conquests, especially at his age, and you look like prime mating material. Trust me Cathy, he'll ignore what he knows. Just wait and see."

Dad showed up next with Jill right behind him. His reaction was slower this time, but his eyes settled on my breasts before he looked away and drove us to the club. Dad said Gary was going to meet us there. Jill and I sat in the back seat, holding hands. Jill is every inch a knockout, and she's told me three times now I'm pretty. I want to ignore that, but I can't, and now that I've seen myself, I'm not sure I want to ignore it. I'm beginning to like this, and I think Jill knows it. I got my first compliment when I slid out of the car. I didn't do like mom and Jill did, and revealed a lot of leg to the doorman, which made him smile at me as he took my hand and helped me out of the car.

"That was naughty Cathy. We all know that you have good legs. You don't have to parade them for everyone."

"I forgot mom."

"Ummm."

Dad escorted us inside, holding my elbow just as he would have with Jill or mom. Now, mom is no slouch in the looks department, so many of those old codgers that were there stopped when the three of us walked by, our heels clicking on the hardwood flooring. I saw three of my classmates as we walked to our table, yet none of them gave me a funny look, although I know, that they know, that my sister Jill has no sister but a brother, and they also know my parents. We were just sitting down When Gary arrived. He looked pretty good in a suit. I never saw him wear one before. His eyes locked on mine and he smiled at me just before he sat next to me. Gary was restrained during dinner, but twice he let his hand touch mine, and I know it wasn't an accident. Just when he put his hand over mine, with no pretense at all, Jill, mom and I went to the ladies room.

"I told you Gary would ignore the truth, didn't I?"

"What?"

"He's been touching you all evening Cathy. We could all see it, and its plain as day that he thinks you're a fox."

"He can think anything he wants mom, I don't have any control over that, and those were accidental. It means nothing."

"Uhuh. Okay, if you say so."

Well, it did mean something, and I knew it. I was trying desperately to ignore it, then the band started playing, mom and dad left the table, and Jill was asked to dance by someone she knew. That left Gray and I.

"Want to dance?"

"Gary, you know that I'm not a girl! I don't know how to dance anyway!"

"Good. That means that I won't have to worry about you trying to lead!"

He took my hand in his and stood up, waiting while I struggled with myself, but he pulled a bit and I stood up. He led me out on the floor, and I was soon wrapped in his arms. His hand in the middle of my back made it easy for me to understand what he was going to do next, and I quickly found the rhythm. He held me close as we waltzed, then a tango started. Expecting to sit down, I spun away, but he held my hand and I learned that he is an excellent dancer. The tango is a sensual dance of love and desire, and as the heavy thump of the music, Gary was able to draw me into the excitement of the dance. I forgot I was a boy wearing a dress, and simply enjoyed the experience.

Gary wanted to take me home in his car, but mom said no, but he did walk me out to the car.

"He's love struck mom. Did you see the way he was looking at Cathy? Like a lion on a fresh kill."

"He was being polite, that's all!"

I quickly went to my room, had Jill unzip the dress, and changed for bed. As I lay there I had the nagging feeling that something had gone wrong. I had never worn a dress before, not ever, yet I didn't mind at all! In fact, I actually liked the attention I was getting, even from dad. From the moment he first saw me he has always spoken to, and about me, using the name Cathy, or "her, she, and girl". Then there was Gary. He has known me virtually all my life, yet his reaction to seeing me this way shocked me. He looked at me as if I were a girl, acted as if I'm a girl, and wanted to bring me home tonight! What is wrong with him? There wasn't any doubt that I did not look like a boy in a dress, but your average, normal, teenage girl, and I sincerely hoped that I wasn't the only boy that turned out like this when I went to school on Monday.

The next day Jill and I spent a lot of time in her room as she had me try on almost everything she owns, then we set up my closet with enough clothes to get me through most days. I have five skirts, several blouses and pullover tops, four dresses and some slips to wear, all now hanging in my own closet. We also set up a makeshift vanity in my room. When I was finally alone, I looked in the mirror. Even wearing shorts and a tee, with myself tucked out of the way, I looked like a girl. I had to make a decision about how I was going to act at school. I could dress this way and play the goof, or I could do the very best I could and let it happen. Given how I felt about wearing a dress, there was no way I could do the goof thing. I turned out looking pretty good, and Jill say that I should be proud of it. I guess I will.

Since Jill had done my nails I had discovered that I have to use my hands differently, which of course added to the feminine way I now looked. What I didn't know until today was that she used acrylics, which, she told me, were harder than my own nails, and would easily last for two months. That's two weeks after the SpringFest, but I would worry about that later. I set out my clothes, selecting a short pleated tan skirt with a dark brown blouse that had white piping. I had found some foam packing in the basement, and spent part of the day cutting it into oval pads, six in all, to pad my hips and bottom, plus one for that spot in front, just below my waistline. It gave me the small pouch that I noticed all women have. The pantybrief held everything in place, and after I had the waist nipper and bra on, I had a very feminine shape. Makeup was easier since I didn't go overboard. Just some light eyeshadow with eyeliner and blush, plus lipstick of course. I stepped into the white gym shoes, grabbed my purse, and went to the kitchen. Mom gave me the once over, then I drove to school.

As I walked to the school it was obvious that some girls couldn't become boys, but a few really didn't look to bad. Of the guys wearing dresses, most just wore the dress or skirt and a bit of lipstick, some wore wigs and some had their hair done. Only myself and one other boy really looked like girls, and if anything, he would win most beauty contests. Marilyn she called herself. Sam was real close to being perfect, except that she didn't shave her legs. But she had the figure, face, and hair for it. Marilyn told me she was going to talk to her. The rest of the boys played it as a goof, as did most of the girls. However, four of the girls really looked like guys, including a lump in their jeans. Almost the entire day was giggles and pointing, and then the confusion of the bathrooms popped up, but in the end, the boys, no matter how they were dressed used the boys and the girls likewise. By the end of the day most of the kids had seen all of us, and they way we looked settled in. I saw Marilyn with Sam, and knew that Samantha was getting some pointers. Gary ignored me for the most part, except he smiled at me every time he saw me.

The next day I wore a blue jumper that came to mid thigh on me, but with the white heels, and I made my makeup brighter, with lipstick that was fire engine red. At lunch time I headed for the cafeteria, and was met up by David. He's tall, and not bad looking.

"Cathy? Can I talk to you a minute?"

"Sure. Let me get my lunch."

As we sat at the table, he asked me if I was going to give up on the dresses after the SpringFest! I was so shocked that I didn't say anything, but he did.

"None of are blind Cathy, and you, Marilyn, and now Samantha, all look so…real! I know that Marilyn says she is going to continue dressing as a girl, and I was wondering about you."

"Why?"

"Well, I would like to ask you to go out with me to the show on Friday night."

He had asked me out! On a date!

"I…I guess, I mean, why not."

"Great! See you about 7 on Friday!"

After he left and I was on my way to my next class, I realized that I was thrilled that David had asked me out. Then I realized that once that got out, both he and I might face some very nasty remarks, but I decided to go anyway. I told Marilyn, who told me that Jeff had asked her out, and Samantha had a few guys hanging around her!

"Hi Cathy."

It was Gene, formerly Jean. She was one of the very few girls that actually managed to look like a boy.

"I was wondering if you would consider going to the show with me on Friday night."

"I'm sorry Gene, I can't. I have a date."

"I see. Well, can I ask if it was David?"

"Yes, he asked me out, why?"

"Because he has had eyes for you since the minute you stepped into the school dressed this way, that's why! Didn't you know that?"

"No! I didn't have a clue!"

"Be careful Cathy, he has the hots for you."

When I told Jill I had a date for Friday night I expected a different response than the one I got. She giggled and told me she always knew that I would have guys asking me out. Then she hugged me. Over dinner, I mentioned in general conversation, that David would be over on Friday at 7. I know that mom knew why, and I had told Jill, and that left dad, who didn't have a clue, and I didn't expand on it. Things at school settle down, and for the rest of the week I felt like a normal student. Only one guy mentioned my nails to me, but most of the girls knew right away that I had a perm, and acrylic nails, which told them volumes, while the guys didn't have any idea, or inkling that I was not walking, talking, and acting like any other girl, and they began to treat me like one. It was during that week that I found a site on the Internet that sold things for guys like me, so we could look more like girls, like a panty that had a functional vagina built into it. I printed out the instruction sheet, which was for both the panty and the boobs.

Hiding what I knew were my growing feelings about dressing as a girl had been getting extremely hard, and each night now, I would look in the mirror, and each night I grew to love the image I saw there more and more. Feminine, with an oval face that looks very nice properly made up, hair that flows to my shoulders when I let it loose, and of course, my ability to hide things. I didn't know how I would look when mom helped me get completely dressed that first time, and I was a bit worried at first, now, I know what a wonderful gift I have been given, and I felt like I never wanted it to stop.

As I fingered the soft material that flowed around me, the twin mounds of my breasts pushed out, pert and sexy. I felt the nylon as it caressed my legs, the heels pushing me to stand straighter. I had been having this dream, which I kept secret, which is one of romance tempered hot with a silvery moon as a boy held me close and kissed me. In my dreams I could feel his hands as they stroked my bottom while his tongue sank deep into my mouth. In my dreams I had become a girl, and I didn't mind at all. Right after dinner on Friday night I went to my room and changed clothes, from a dress to a skirt and top, fixed my makeup and brushed out my hair, touched up my lipstick and added some perfume. When I returned to the familyroom, dad asked me why I changed, so I reminded him that David was on his way over, and we had a date. His eyes crossed for a moment, then he demanded to know why I accepted a date with a boy. I told him that I had no intention of staying home every weekend for two months, then I screwed up. I told him that David was cute. I thought he was going to ground me, but mom stepped in and reminded him that I had mentioned it earlier in the week, and he had no right to make me stay home. She said I was a big girl, and could make my own decisions. Just then David arrived. Dad was restrained but polite, while I was nervous and edgy, waiting for dad to make me stay home.

"You kids have a nice time, and David, Cathy has to be in the house no later than one. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am. I'll have her home by then."

Dad didn't say a word as David took my hand in his and led me out to his car. David was very polite, paid my way into the show, bought some burgers afterward, then he drove to the park and stopped. He was very close to me, his arm around my shoulders, just talking, when he bent over and gently put his lips against mine. He lingered as we tasted the fruit of forbidden excitement, as two young lovers. His kiss sent shivers down my back, even as I knew that I shouldn't be kissing him, then he pulled me closer and the urgency of his desire became clear as his tongue flicked against my lips. With no thought at all I let his tongue invade me. I felt his hand on my leg, his tongue tasting mine, and almost let myself go. As we moved to get more comfortable, he told me that he didn't care what I was before, all he knew was that he wanted to be with me. He said I was the most beautiful girl in the school. Rather than make a foolish mistake, I told him to take me home. I'm a boy, he's a boy, so why do I feel like I've been stuck with a hot needle? He kissed me at the door and I went inside, and walked right into my dad.

"Did you enjoy your date Cathy?"

"Yes, it was a lot of fun, why?"

"That young man likes you a lot, and seeing you kiss him at the door makes me wonder what else happened."

"Nothing else happened, and even if it did, it's none of your business!"

I ran up to my room and shut the door, knowing I had provoked dad more than I should have, and would probably pay for it tomorrow. I undressed and went to bed, still tasting David's lips on mine. In the morning I wore a simple skirt and blouse with gym shoes while Jill and I helped mom clean the house.

"Your father is very angry with you Cathy."

"He actually asked me if I had sex with David! I told him that was none of his business, because how can I? I mean, he's a boy, I'm a boy, so just how was I going to get into trouble? Besides, I never heard him ask Jill that question!"

"That's probably true Cathy, but Jill is a girl and your not. By going out on a date, as a girl, you have him thoroughly confused. He doesn't know that you like dressing as a girl, and probably won't stop, even when you can. You'll have to talk to him Cathy. He loves you more than life, but he raised a son, and now he has two daughters. You need to tell him yourself."

Is it just a mom thing? Why is it they always know what's going on? I hadn't said a word about liking this, yet mom knew! Jill and I finished up while mom went to talk to dad. Gary stopped by and joined Jill and I for a soft drink, then told me that he saw Marilyn at the mall with Samantha, and they looked very happy shopping for girl things. I thought he wanted to say more, but he didn't, and went home after an hour or so. Jill and I went to my room where I showed her what I found on the Internet, and swore her to secrecy after she got done gasping.

For the next entire week David and I ate lunch together, which was causing a bit of a stir, but Marilyn had drawn the attention of Kenny, while I saw Gary with Samantha quite often, and quit worrying about what other people said. On Tuesday Marilyn showed up at school in a summer dress that had a square cut neckline, and revealed a whole lot of breast that boys aren't supposed to have. It drove a bunch of the kids crazy wondering how she did it. I knew because she told me. Marilyn had been dressing as a girl from a very young age, and had started to take her mothers hormones about a year ago, which resulted in her body developing like a girls would. Those were her own boobs and hips! She told me her mother was irate when she found out, but that was before this all started, and since she didn't have any choice, she accepted Marilyn as she was. When Marilyn told me that I wondered if I should take the next step and order the items I saw on the Internet. On Thursday I decided to tell mom what I wanted to do, and right after school I had her come to my room.

The detailed pictures and explanations were on the desk, and as mom looked at them I saw her eyes open wide. She glanced at me, then back to the pictures.

"You know what this means don't you? According to these documents, once you have them on, they'll stay for at least two months, which is well after the SpringFest, almost to when you would graduate. Is that what you want?"

"Look at me mother. In the time I've been dressing this way, I have had both Gary and David after me. It's like this is the right thing for me to do. I like being a girl mother. I didn't ever think this would happen to me, but it has, and now I don't want to give it up, and I can't give it up!"

"Did you talk to your father yet?"

"No."

"These look real!, and what about this?"

"They're supposed to look real mom, and that is a panty that is especially designed to give me the appearance of a female, even naked, and the instructions say it is fully functional too!"

"But that means that you could… Your father better not find out about that Catherine!"

"He won't mom"

Mom looked at me for a moment, then told me to order the items, and told me to wait to talk to dad until after I had them on. I immediately logged on, and with mom watching me, sent in a very detailed order form.

It was a long week while I waited for my stuff to arrive, and when it did, mom had put it on my bed unopened. I quickly unwrapped the package and saw the first of two breastforms. I held it up to my chest and saw that it was a virtual match to my skin color, just like they promised. I read the label on the glue and found out that it would hold for two months at a minimum! For this I would need mom, so I asked her to help me, which is when she saw what I had bought.

"Would you help me get all this stuff on?"

Mom read the instruction sheet, then glued the breastforms to my chest, then, as soon as she was done I looked in the mirror. I couldn't see a seam anywhere. The panty was far more complicated to get on, but I managed, then mom used the same glue to adhere the waistband to my skin. I turned and saw mom holding up a small packet.

"That's fake blood mom. I can insert it into the panty and trigger it, causing me to simulate a period! Isn't it great?"

Mom said she said she would hold off dad for a few days as I got used to the panty and boobs, but no later than Friday night at dinner, I had to tell him how I felt, and the changes I had just made. She told me I did not need to go into detail about what the panty could do, including simulating a period. She thought he might freak out if he heard that, and I agreed. That night I explored my new panty and discovered that my finger would slip inside of it all the way! I went to bed making very careful plans on what I would wear when I told dad. I wanted him to understand what this means to me, yet without the flak. Jill knew of course, and she made several suggestions, like wearing a sheer babydoll which would expose it all. I didn't think that was right, and opted for a dress of Jill's that had a very short hemline and was cut pretty low in front. I decided not to wear anything but panties and a very soft bra so that he could see that I no longer required any padding anywhere. I picked Thursday night to tell him.

Everyone was at the table when I walked in and stood by my chair. Dad could plainly see that I had breasts, and the way the dress fit me should have told him that I didn't have any padding. He stared at me, I looked at mom, then Jill, and finally back at dad.

"Dad, I'm not going to change back to my boy self when this is over. I found out that I like being a girl, and I don't want to give it up."

There was a long, for me anyway, pause before he said anything.

"Does this have anything to do with those items you bought from the Internet?"

He knew! But how?

"I knew last week dad, those items only make it easier for me. How did you know?"

"They called to confirm the order on my credit card, so I asked them what was ordered and they told me, in great detail Catherine. I know all about those items. Since you have decided to remain a girl, I'm wondering just what you plan to do when you graduate? I mean, all of your documents will be in another name, which might make it harder to get into college, get a job and so on, but you have made your decision without consulting me, so I'll let you figure out the rest as well. Now, sit down and eat your dinner."

His reaction didn't seem right, but I kept my mouth shut, ate dinner, then helped mom and Jill do the dishes.

"He's angry right now Cathy, but he'll come around. I talked to him last night, and he told me he thought this might happen the minute he saw you leave the house hand in hand with that boy David."

It was tense in our house for the next few days as we all came to grips with my decision. Jill and mom have seen me naked, and both of them told me that they think I look as much like a girl as its possible to get without being one. Dad. He loomed over this entire thing like some ominous god waiting to throw his lightening bolt at me. That's when I remembered Jill's idea, and went to find that babydoll. White, it's just about so sheer its like wearing glass. That night I carefully touched up my makeup, and slipped it on. The mules of Jill's were white, as was the thin matching robe. I knew that Jill was out, and my parents would be in the familyroom, so I secured the robe and walked out of my room and straight into the familyroom. I purposely let the robe fall open, revealing all of my charms at one time. Mom's mouth popped open, then she shut it as dad looked up. I could see his face contort a little as his eyes bulged out, his mouth a single grim line draw across his face like an exclamation point. I stood my ground, waiting, ready for almost anything.

"Cover yourself up young lady!"

As I wrapped the robe closed, all I said was, "thank you", and sat down.

His eyes riveted on mine, locking me in an embrace of both awe and disgust. Nobody said a word as we all traded glances.

"I assume this display is to make me understand how much you've changed, well, I do understand Catherine. You want to be a girl and somehow, you have managed to become just that. But you want me to say it's alright. To like what you have done to yourself and treat you as the daughter you say you should have been all along. I've already said that I will do my best, so there was no reason for you to become a tart just to prove that you look like a girl now!"

"Daddy, its not that! Look at me! How can you imagine that I would willingly do this, knowing what it means to everyone, unless I felt I didn't have a choice! You know perfectly well that I never dressed as a girl before, so its not like I've been hiding anything from you, its just that when I did get dressed, and I saw myself for the first time, I felt something I never experienced before. When Gary and David reacted to me as if I were a girl, do you really believe I expected that? They are attracted to me even though they know I'm not really a girl, and the question is why? When David kissed me for the first time I was scared, I'll admit it, but I felt as if it was right! I felt like a girl, and now, after all this time, I know its right for me. If you want me to leave, I'll be gone as soon as I graduate!"

I started to leave the room when the thunderous roar of his voice cut across the room, stopping me dead in my tracks. I turned to see my father standing there facing me, his eyes now like embers of dark coal that glowed brightly in his anger.

"Young lady, I don't let people talk to me in that tone of voice, not even you, never! Now, come back here!"

I took a few steps closer, waiting for whatever came next.

"You are positive that this is the life for you? That you can give up your manhood to become a woman, and everything that means?"

"How can I deny what I feel? Yes, I feel this is right for me, and I don't plan on giving it up!"

We stared at each other across the few short paces that separated us, waiting for the other to speak, to clear the air once and for all. I would stay, as a girl, or I would go. Simple. Dad kept staring at me, and finally I looked away.

"Catherine, its not your dressing as a girl that bothers me like you think it does. Its everything else! First the boys, then the kissing, and now you have managed to create breasts, and what certainly looks like…well, your manhood is no longer visible, and from what I was told, you can function as if you were born a female! That's what bothers me!"

"Your letting you imagination run away with you daddy! Has Jill ever done any of that? No! Have you ever talked to her like this? No! Has she ever dressed like a tart? No! Not Jill, not your little Princess, only me. I'm the Fairy remember? And we all know that it’s the fairies that get the axe, not the Princess!"

It was like I hit him with a sledge hammer. He had called me a fairy although I was sure it was in anger, now, I threw it right back at him. There was no going back now. Dad and I would resolve this issue or I would have to leave, even if I had to quit school. My mother had not said a word up to now, but she stood up and glared at both of us.

"This is going to stop, and I mean right this instant! You're both acting like spoiled little children! Cathy, sit over there. Howard, sit down please. First, let me tell you both what Catherine is not. She's not a fairy. She's not a tart. She's not a daughter, at least not yet, and she's not leaving! What is she? She's beautiful. She's kind. She's doing the best she can. She is going to become our daughter, someday, and she is just as confused about this as we are. She is trying hard to prove that she loves you, and all you do is push her away. Is being a man that important? Isn't it better to be a good person? Howard, can you really believe that I would allow her to buy those items on a whim? Both Jill and I knew after three days that Cathy was here to stay! Howard, sometimes you're an ass because you can't see the forest for the trees. You look for the willow when the oak is just as good if not better."

Boy! Mom was on a roll! I have never seen her like this, ever! Dad sat there listening, just like I was, yet her entire diatribe was aimed at him!

"Another thing, Cathy was right about. You never treated Jill like this, never. You never once worried that she would get into trouble with a boy, yet she can. Cathy might want to, but she can't, and you come down on her like she was a whore in a third rate movie! I raised both of my children the same, so what makes you think that even if she could fool around, she would? That's plain silly and you know it!"

Silence descended on us like a blanket as both dad and I stared at each other.

"I never expected this. I assumed that it would be a joke, not turn out like this. I never expected my son to look better than his sister, and I never expected him to like boys."

"Dad, I never liked boys before this and you know it. But I wasn't going to stay at home for months on end while all of my friends were out having a good time, so when David asked me out I said yes. When he kissed me for the first time it just happened! But it made me realize that what I had been feeling was the truth, and the truth is that I feel more like a girl right now than I ever did! You worry about someone getting into my pants, but what will they find? Silicone and foam rubber that may or may not work, and that's if I let someone do that to me! This panty and the boobs only make me feel better dad."

He stood up and walked over to me, then took my hands in his and pulled me to my feet. His arms went around me as he hugged me tightly to him.

"No more Fairy, okay? Let's make it Kitten instead."

I felt the tears of relief flooding my eyes as he held me, staining his shirt. He let me go, and I ran back to my room and shut the door. The confrontation was over, but who won? I thought that dad was being unjust with me, treating me as if I was going to go out and have sex with any guy that was willing, while I didn't help matters by pushing it in his face all of the time. Mom put it on the line for both of us in a way. I had to become as feminine as possible, while he had to try and accept me as his daughter. I would try, I wasn't so sure about him.

In the morning I wore a pleated white skirt with a bright green blouse and black heels when I went to school. I was tired and edgy for most of the day, and looked forward to getting home. David was gone for a few days, so I wasn't distracted by him. When I walked in the door dad was waiting for me. Usually he's at work when I get home, so I immediately thought something was wrong. But the look on his face was wrong, so I wondered what was going on.

"Cathy, this is for you."

I took the small box and opened it. Inside sat a small gold ring with a diamond surrounded by six small emeralds!

"Your birthstone is diamond, and I thought that you might like…"

I had my arms around his neck, holding on so tight that he couldn't talk. He poked me in the ribs to make me let go.

"Dad, I…"

"I told you last night I was wrong. Let it go at that, okay? Now lets see if I guessed the size right."

The ring slipped on my finger easily but tight, which meant it was a perfect fit. Dad told me that mom would be busy that night, so, since it was just the two of us, he told me we would eat at the club. I ran upstairs and touched up my makeup and lipstick before I joined him for the short drive. We cleared the air some more that night, and he understood that just dating didn't make me any more, or less, than any other girl my age. The fact that I could have sex bothered him, but it was sex with a boy that bothered him. Even dressed as a girl, if I had sex with another girl he might be angry, but he would accept it. Only girls have sex with boys, and he knows that I am most definitely a boy under all of this, so that's the rub. He made a giant leap across the abyss between us today, and I met him with open arms. He's my father, and I love him. I want him to love me too, but the way I am, not the way he wants me to be. I now know he's trying to understand my needs. We ate dinner, danced, laughed and cried a bit, then we went home, closer than ever.

As the days went by I began to feel like a girl more and more. I do my own nails every Thursday now, right along side mom and Jill. The other boys that are dressing as girls have also started to get better, and now there are six of us that look like girls from every angle. Samantha was caught with her date in the back seat of his car, and she wasn't checking out the seams in his pants. Marilyn and I each brought in a bikini, then changed in the restroom before we walked into the swimming pool during a girls only session. Each of us sported a very tiny bikini, which gave the instructor fits. They all knew we were boys, yet there wasn't one sign of it. She and I sauntered out the way we came in, leaving all of the girls to wonder if we had become girls, real girls. Of course, Marilyn has her own breasts and hips, but I have the special panty and she doesn't.

That afternoon David asked me if I would attend the SpringFest with him. Of course, I said yes. I told mom, and that weekend, Jill, mom, and I went shopping for just the right dress. I selected three that I liked, then, in the fitting room, I had to strip down to my panties and bra to try them on. The first dress made me look like the Good Witch wrapped in chiffon, the second one however fit me perfectly. White with small sequins sewn on, it's cut low enough to make me worry, fits me tightly through the bodice and ends with a short flaring skirt that exposes plenty of leg. Without trying on the other dress, I said this is the one, and mom bought it. From there we went to the shoe shop where I bought white satin heels that had a flourish of rhinestones on the toe, a white rhinestone and silver necklace set. In the lingerie shop I bought a white satin bra and panty set with white pantyhose. Only one week separated me from the biggest event of the year at our school, and I was going to knock their socks off.

I tried everything on at home, then showed everyone. Mom thought it was perfect, Jill said I was pure date bait, and dad, well, he choked again. But he hid it well enough, and didn't say anything. On the morning of the SpringFest I went to the salon hand had my hair done in curls that were piled on my head and cascaded down the back of my head. The tendrils of curls that caressed the sides of my face merely accented just how sexy I felt. I had my nails done as well, and by the time I left the salon I was on cloud nine. At home I spent hours in the bath, starting with the cream hair remover, then a bubble bath. There wasn't one extra hair on my body when I started to get dressed. As I got dressed, starting with the satin panties, I was wondering if I would give in to David. I knew that he thought I was sexy, and I had felt his hardness against my leg a few times. I didn't think I was that kind of girl, but maybe.

My makeup was perfect, the dress fit me just right, I had all my jewelry on and I smelled of perfume when I walked down the stairs and into the familyroom. The ring dad gave me glistened in the light, matching all the rhinestones and the way I felt at that moment. Dad got out of his chair and walked over to me, then kissed me on the cheek.

"I know you'll be a wonderful daughter Cathy. Have a nice time tonight."

Whoa! Dad had really accepted this! I gave him a hug just as the doorbell rang. David was grinning like crazy when he saw me. After the usual stuff from my parents, we left for the party. As we walked in I saw Samantha with Gary, Marilyn with her friend Ken, and later, two of the other special girls with boys. I wasn't alone at least. It was the usual Prom stuff, slow music, bad food and chaperones, but David and were in our own little world, all alone. When it came time to leave, he took me to a quiet place by the lake. As his arms pulled em closer and his lips touched mine, I wanted to prove my femininity to both him and my self. I let him take charge, and soon found myself with a handful of man. With his hand over mine, the urgency in his lips, I slowly moved my hand back and forth. What I was thinking would forever brand me, yet the rising sense of need, for both of us, led me to unzip his pants and hold him. I thought he was going to faint, but his hand slid under my dress, then his fingers found me. His eyes went wide for a moment, then I pushed him back and proved myself to him. The moment my lips touched him I was committed, and without waiting, I took him.

The next morning when I finally dragged myself out of bed, Jill joined me for coffee. Our parents were gone, leaving she and I alone, to discuss the night before. I never told her what I had done, or why, but I think she knew, because she told me that most girls give in the boys on the night of SpringFest, including her. Jill simply grinned at me. We became sisters at that moment. We shared a secret only sisters share. I went up later and took a shower. Wearing a short skirt and a pullover top, with only panties and no bra, Jill and I did the dishes. Marilyn and Samantha came over later, with Janet, one of the other special girls. Janet really looked good now. She had her hair and nails done, and wore a skirt and blouse. The four of us decided to trade secrets, which is when I told them about the special panty, Marilyn explained hormones, Samantha all about makeup tricks, and Janet? Well, she soaked it all up, and we knew that she was one of us, the special girls of the annual SpringFest. The four of us never did return to our manhood, and all of us graduated as girls. When I looked at my diploma, it had Catherine Elizabeth on it! Dad gave me a watch, a hug, and all the love I knew he had for me. He was now my daddy, and I held his arm as the people. My friends, greeted us. I have no idea what lies ahead, but I have started on a program to make me a real woman someday. In the meantime, I have David to constantly remind me that I am woman.

 

 

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