Star Boarder                       by: Rachel Ann Cooper           © 2000

 

I was cruising the neighborhood looking for a room when I noticed a small sign outside on the porch of this good sized older home. Parking my little Miata at the curb, I climbed the two levels of stairs. It was a nice street and only a short distance from my parents old home, well, soon to be their old home.

I knocked and the door opened to reveal a woman in perhaps her early 40s with a trim figure. "Hello. My name is David Andrews. I saw your sign. May I see the room?" "Why of course. It’s only been empty a short while. What do you do David?" "I do direct marketing over the Internet." "That sounds fascinating. By a strange co-incidence, there are already two phone lines running into this room. She climbed the stairs ahead of me and led me to the first door on the right. "Well, here it is. How do you like it David?"

"Well, Mrs. Bennet, is it?" "Yes." "It’s big enough if not a little bit on the feminine side. I love the old canopy bed though." "Oh, we have other furniture in the basement if you prefer, but why don’t you live with this a little while. Who knows, you may come to like it." "I suppose anything is possible. Oh, and it has a nice sized closet in it too I see. That’s good. And the rent is just $95 a week including breakfast and dinner?" "Yes dear." "All right. I’ll take it." "That will be $150 to start. When will you be moving in?" "Probably this evening. My father got transferred but I didn’t want to leave town and everything is rather handy. We only live about six blocks from here." "Lovely. Patty and Jean and I will be expecting you for dinner then." "Patty & Jean?"

"Yes. Patty is my daughter. She just graduated high school this June. Jean is my other boarder. She’s been with us a while." "I see. What time is dinner?" "Six." "I’ll go get my things. There really isn’t that much. I’ll fill the closet less than half full and bring over the computer and desk if that’s all right." "Fine. You can use the chest of drawers and vanity already there. See you in a little while David."

I left Mrs. Bennet and went home to tell my parents that I had found a nice place to stay and since I would be there most of the time, she said I could have the run of the house. That was nice. I think I’ll bring in my own little 5 cubic foot refrigerator though.

Later, as I was bringing in a load from the car, I met the rest of the household. "David, this is my daughter Patricia and this is Jean." "Hello Patricia and Jean. I’m very pleased to meet you both." "Me too, David. Mom has been telling me about you. I notice we see eye to eye." "Oh, yes, I am rather short I guess but over the Internet, it really doesn’t matter what you look like. I’ve already called the phone company and they will switch on the phone lines tomorrow. Since I am in business, they want to keep me happy."

Jean seemed a little older than Patty and I and remained rather quiet. This could turn out alright. Patty was pretty cute and it’s sort of hard for me to find girls that aren’t really taller than me except for really tiny ones and I’ve never been attracted to them as a rule. Yes, this definitely has possibilities.

"Oh, Mrs. Bennett. I’ll be happy to provide it myself but I always have either grapefruit or orange juice with breakfast along with my vitamins." "It’s no bother David. We can accommodate you there." I don’t think Mrs. Bennett cares for the way I keep looking at Patty. I’m probably just imagining it. Jean continued to be subdued and reserved, never saying a lot at either breakfast or dinner. I didn’t even find out what she did for a living but she dressed nicely and was pleasant enough in general. She had a rather nice build though and seemed to like wearing dresses that revealed her charms as well as attractive footwear.

However, over the course of the next few weeks, Patty and I seemed to really find some common ground and I finally got up the courage to ask her out on a date at the dinner table one night. She never noticed or paid no mind that her mother’s body language screamed, "I don’t like this" but instead immediately accepted my offer. And, over the next few weeks, we dated several times and finally came to that juncture in the road where we began getting a little serious physically. Even though I had a TV in my room, I did spend some time in the living room at night so I could spend more time in the presence of Patty. Mrs. Bennett seemed cordial enough but there always seemed to be an undercurrent running as I tried to interact with Pat.

I really didn’t know what to make of myself lately. I had been there about two months and while I was occasionally unavailable for dinner as I would simply get busy and forget, I never, ever missed breakfast, the most important meal of the day.

Mrs. Bennett had returned to her original cordiality if not somewhat reserved but I on the other hand was finding myself somehow less stimulated by the thought of getting Patty to bed and found myself really participating in the dinner chat like we were four women. My slight physique had begun to take on a rounder appearance and I was finding that some tasks, like lifting the occasional boxed shipments, were becoming more difficult for me.

I chalked it up to all the time I spent seated at my terminal but that didn’t account for the way my chest felt or for that matter, how it looked. I chalked it up to Mrs. Jensen’s fine cooking and too hearty an appetite. I’d have to watch it because now my chest jiggled when I walked and when Patty and I would pet, she would take great pleasure in fondling my, well, budding breasts I guess, just as much as I did hers although I’d have a long way to go to match that perfect C cup of her’s. Why, David, did that idea of catching up to Patty’s bosom development even come into your mind? Are you nuts? It was time to take inventory. That night, I stripped and stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. ‘Well, really David! Look at you. I’ll bet if I look up the word ‘androgynous’ in the dictionary, my picture will be there beside it! I’m bloody halfway between a boy and a girl and I’m getting that classic hourglass figure. Look at those aureole. They’re almost brown and must be 1 ½" across, so soft and tender too. Oh, they feel sooo soft. And just look at those hips and butt! And there between your legs: that sure isn’t anything to write home about is it?’ What is happening to me? It feels rather warm and fuzzy though. Very confusing. Must cut calories.*

We had reached the fourth month of my tenancy. I was really enjoying the homey atmosphere and being able to go anywhere in the house just like at home. Mrs. Bennett actually seemed to be warming a bit even though Patty and I continued to see each other, usually for a Friday night movie and a snack at the Baskin Robbins. I was having further problems with my body however. What had started out as budding were now unmistakably breasts.

I also seemed be no longer able to see the seat on the John when I sat there and my computer chair was getting smaller. I know that chairs do not shrink so there was only one explanation. I was spreading, spreading like...a girl for I realized that I had gained only four pounds. Out of sheer desperation, I’d gone down to a local discount store and tried on some girl’s jeans and slacks, coming home with four pairs, a couple of which zipped up the back. I didn’t care. They fit. Size ten they were. I was too chicken to try on bras although I really wanted to. I couldn’t understand myself at all. Why in the world would I want these growths to look nicely formed, uplifted, proud. Oh, my!

"David, I guess you’ve noticed how I get a kick out of your uh, " "Go ahead and say it Pat. Breasts." "Well, yes. I didn’t notice them when you moved in. Have you always leaned toward having a girl’s body?" "Not until recently Pat. Not before my parents moved away and I moved in with you and your Mom." "Does it bother you? I’m still trying to sort out my feelings about it. Well, it DID bother me at first but I really like the feelings I get when we pet except that I don’t seem to get very excited between my legs anymore." "David. I’m curious. Would you humor me?" "Sure Patty. What did you have in mind?" "Come over to my room. I want to see something." "Right behind you."

"Take off your clothes sweetie." "Are you trying to make my fantasies about you come true?" "No. I think maybe it’s my fantasy about YOU or, the way you’ve been acting lately, maybe YOUR fantasy about you. Will you, please?" "Ok, but if your mother catches us, we’re dead meat." "She won’t be back until four. We have two and a half hours. Besides, in your present condition, I don’t really think she would object. Strip." And so, I did as she wanted, revealing once again my evolving body.

"David, I would have expected you to be really...excited standing here in front of me like that." "Well, I am Patty. Aren’t my nipples standing at attention for you?" "Oh, yes they are and very much so. Sorry. I missed that looking in the wrong place, I guess." "It just doesn’t show anymore down there. I’m sorry. I guess this means we won’t be sleeping together as boy and girl." "Looks like it sweetie. Here, put this on. I’m getting a complete outfit together for you. Like the panties?"

Now, when I moved in here, I would have given anything to get in to her panties but now I actually was and it was a little too thrilling in a very different way. "They feel nice." It didn’t take much to hide my maleness anymore and she had given me a satin spandex brief. "Now, this is a bra with push up pads that I wore to the prom. Put your arms through the straps and let me fasten it. There. Now let me make a few little adjustments."

She pulled my new bosom up onto the shelves inside the bra and wow, I did indeed have breasts and they looked nice and very real. As I thought about all this I did indeed get an erection but it was my nipples again. Where the other one should have been I got something like a hard, twitching sensation and told Patty." "Honey, you are having an orgasm like a girl." "Really? This is what it feels like?" "Well, much more intense but yes. Are you having contractions down there?" "Yes, that’s exactly what it feels like."

"I think you may be turning into a girl, David. Would you mind that?" "I ...really...don’t ...know, Patty. I’m really confused. I love the way you make me feel when we pet though. I guess maybe I am feeling something like a girl does. I don’t really know. I’ve never been one." "Well, let’s see you fully dressed and then maybe you won’t be so confused."

Whereupon she handed me each garment next in line being hose and garter belt, explaining how to put it on, sat me down at her makeup table and proceeded to do a number on what was left of David, hair and all, putting it up in hot rollers. She just tied it up in a curly pony tail but with a ribbon afterward and while I sat there transfixed with the girl I saw in the mirror, I heard a pop and then another one and next thing I knew, I had pretty hoop earrings in each ear, IN each ear. She had pierced my ears as if I would be wearing earrings from now on and they were fair sized hoops, unmistakably a girl’s.

This was a scary moment for me. It smelled of commitment; foretold of things to come. Well, maybe I would be wearing hoops, maybe even dangles. At this point, I was even more confused. Then she had me step into a pair of her high heels, red leather that matched the belt around my smallish waist. The skirt of the black dress had a flair to it that hid the fact that my hips were not yet fully developed. What am I thinking, not fully developed!!? Did I WANT them fully developed, like a GIRL? Ashamed of my thoughts, I inwardly confessed, yes, I do!

"Alright, Diana. Go look at yourself in my full length mirror. I think my new boyfriend is history." Well, I’m not going to be a movie star but then again, even I could see a young, rather attractive woman standing there. David was really nowhere in sight and I was very confused in my emotions. "Patty. Do you uh, like me like this?" "Oh, yes honey. You are cuter as Diana than you are as David. We can be best girlfriends if you want. In fact, I’d love to see you like this around the house all the time if you like it. I’m still going to go out with you no matter how you dress." "Oh boy! You mean...still date me, looking like ...this?" "Yes. Of course. Why not? Nobody but us will know it’s a DATE date! I promise I won’t kiss you or paw you in public <giggle> unless I think I can get away with it."

"It’s getting late. We’ve lost track of time. Mom will be home any...Mom?" "Hi Patty. Who’s your frie...DAVID? Is that YOU? Honey, you look lovely. You really have potential as a girl. Why didn’t you TELL us you liked dressing up? We wouldn’t hold it against you, would we Patty?" "No Mom. I was just telling Diana here that she was welcome to be a girl all the time if she wants to. Would that be all right with you Mom?" "Why yes, of course Patty. I really like you this way Diana. Do you like that name?" "Yes. It makes me think of Wonder Woman and I do seem to be becoming a woman and wondering HOW! Wonder woman kind of fits" "Well, then it’s settled. You may be Diana anytime you wish. With just a little help and practice, I’m sure you’ll make a lovely girl and a beautiful addition to our table."

"Thank you Mrs. Bennett. I just don’t know. I have some feelings to sort out first." "OK dear but the door is open." And with that she left us alone again. "Patty, your Mom just did a 180 on me. She really didn’t want us dating. Did you know that?" "Yes, I know. Dad hurt her so much, she has had a real thing about men ever since. It’s not just you David. It’s any boy I try to date." "Well, that’s a little relief. I thought she didn’t like me personally." "No, she really likes you just fine and if you decided to be Diana, well, she’d welcome you into the family with open arms."

"I never considered becoming your SISTER!" "I think it’s time to consider it Diana, at least for appearance sake. Whatever is happening to you is likely to continue." "I think you are right Pat but I surely don’t understand it. It’s really nice of you to let me try on your clothes. I can’t get over what a change has come over me, not only physically but mentally. I have a hard time thinking of myself as David." "Then don’t. I don’t care. I inherited a little tweak in my personality from Mom. We both swing both ways. If you came home someday a complete girl, we’d still get along fine. I’m really very fond of you Diana. That door is open too."

"This is almost more than I can take in one day. Let me get back to my other clothes so I can think straight." "Oh, Diana. Please stay dressed. You are really turning me on in that dress and high heels. Such a cute boy turning into such a cute girl." "Can I just have a pair of slacks then?" Sure, but keep the rest of it on, even the heels. Get used to it. Come down to dinner as Diana. I’m sure my Mom would appreciate it and so would I. Alright?" "Alright, but what about Jean?" Jean won’t be the least sup...I mean... she won’t care honey.

"Here’s your slacks. Have you got some money to do a little shopping? We could hit the resale shops and come up with a pretty nice wardrobe for you for pennies on the dollar." "I think I could afford that but I still need to do some sorting." "Oh, here. Take this gown for tonight and see if you don’t love seeing those breasts in it bouncing free. And here, take this makeup that you used too. Practice makes perfect." "You sure are more understanding of this than I am Patty."

"AC/DC, remember. It doesn’t matter to me, and you are really cuter this way so why should I not be still attracted to you?" "Good point. I’m glad I’m 21 and don’t have to ask permission to change my life." "Not around here, you don’t." "OK Patty. See you at dinner. I’m going to go kick off my heels and lay down for an hour. This has been quite a day for me." "See you then Diana."

At dinner, Mrs. Bennett continued her effusive praise and approval of her new boarder. Even Jean brightened up some and that night around the table we were actually four girls carrying on as women do. It was kind of fun really being one of the group in that special way, the sisterhood all women seem to feel. I wasn’t ready to fully concede the demise of David yet, but left that door open also. Patty and I did go shopping and came home with more than one trip could carry the next day. David was pushed to the back hanger in the closet and all of a sudden, the room became more homey and attractive to me in it’s original feminine state. I had to spend the next day ironing my new dresses, skirts and blouses.

I continued to dress as Diana now all the time. Sometimes I even put on a dress and heels just because I wanted to feel pretty and I always did a full makeup job on my face. It helped me with my transition as I became more female in mind and body. What a turnaround! And Patty taught me everything she knew about being a girl which was considerable. And, as she had said, what was happening to me continued to progress. I did wonder how she knew that would happen. Guess it was just ‘women’s intuition’ or something. She would come into my room and give me lessons on ‘girl’ stuff that covered every facet of ladylike deportment.

My mannerisms became too girlish to pass for anything else as did my walk and my speech patterns. I found that suppressing David’s lower range and using somewhat less of my previous voice was all that was needed to bring me into the range of feminine conversation. I could more easily get arrested now than be ‘sir’d on the phone. I did, in fact, catch up to her bra size and put on three inches in the hips while my waist dwindled. Patty had suggested that I get one of the ab crunchers and use it and it really did tone up my middle.

I decided to buy a home electrolysis machine and begin getting rid of David’s beard, not much to begin with but definitely there. It took me another three months and by the time his beard was gone, so was he and I do mean totally, well, with one small exception that was barely noticeable..more of a bother now. I was definitely beginning to dislike that aspect of myself.

I decided that I really loved being Diana and if Patty could love me too, then my parents would just have to deal with it when the time came for us to get married. Oh yes, I fully intended to pop the question while I was still legally male and if she accepted me, I would make one final effort to be David, pony tail, earrings and all, and then we will bury him forever. I’d been living and working as Diana eight months now. Being a whiz kid on the net had some advantages as I easily found myself connected to other transgendered people and got hooked up with a gender clinic in Cleveland. It really wasn’t that long a drive from Akron.

The people at the clinic put me though all sorts of testing, both physical and mental and conceded the obvious. I had become, for all intents and purposes except one, a girl. My doctor prescribed for me and I had to return each month for a checkup as I progressed toward full womanhood.

I was giving myself hormone shots every week now and the changes continued to amaze me. My hair, so lush and full and I loved the way my stylist did it for me and I kept my beautifully shaped and polished nails just short enough to type-barely <giggle>. I’ve gotten used to working with long nails and the use of my hands has become undeniably feminine. My body language no longer gives out any male signals at all. Patty keeps giving me little presents of jewelry and perfume and lingerie. It’s almost like she is courting me. Well, maybe she is. I really believe I am in love with her. I hate having to wait until we are married to change my name and sex on paper, but that’s the way it is in Ohio. They don’t recognize same sex marriages.

My business was doing much better since I got my gender problem decided. Now I could concentrate on business. I thought we should be fairly comfortable, and if it kept growing, more than just comfortable. Patty said she wanted to keep working though. I’d rather have her around the house but I have time to cook and sew and clean so it’s fine with me. I don’t mind being the ‘wife’ if she wants to go out and earn a living. The only real problem we have is that when we go out to dinner or some other places, guys are always trying to pick us up and we have a hard time resisting sometimes. Hormones! My hormones must be running amuck. There was this really cute guy at...well, never mind. It seems I’ve become AC/DC too. Runs in the family, I guess. And her mother, who has become downright friendly now that I am a girl, said the strangest thing to me the other day. She said, "I’m so glad you never miss breakfast."

I finally asked Patty to marry me and she said yes. I think we are going to be very happy. She wants to have kids, so we’ll get her inseminated and I’ll get to be a mom too. This is going to be so much fun, it gives me goose bumps. They tell me I can even be made to lactate and nurse our baby. I can’t wait! My surgery is next month so we are going down to the courthouse and be married quickly before I get too impatient about the legal changes. Once I’m back home, David bites the legal bullet.

We found a nice two bedroom house to rent about half a mile from Mom Bennett. That will make it nice for Patty and us too, when we need a babysitter. I ended up the same size as Patty. We could always share shoes but now I really do fill out all her clothes, and I do mean fill. We just borrow anything. Her coloring is a little different though which limits our swapping makeup and clothing some. Who could have guessed? Actually, her MOM could have guessed right from when I started dating Patty. She made me suspicious with that breakfast remark recently.

Combined with my suspicions about Jean, I just had to find out. I left about an ounce of juice in my glass one day and had it tested at a local lab. It seems she really does hate men. David didn’t stand a chance. He was getting five milligrams of Premarin every morning and most evenings right up until I started my reassignment therapy with shots. Clever bitch!

"Patty, I need to know something." "What honey?" "Was Jean always Jean?" "I was afraid I’d have to face this someday." "What do you mean?" The answer to your question is NO. She was a male, just like David, young twenties, smallish and interested in me just like David. We also dated. She was Eugene back then. That was two years ago when I was still a sophomore. I kept hoping Mom would leave him alone, but she worked her magic on him too. Now Jeannie is a secretary at a law firm downtown. She has a good future but Eugene had more in business. He didn’t turn out near as cute as you though honey."

You KNEW what was happening to me?" "Well, let’s say I was pretty sure, but you seemed to be taking it so well, liking it even. I didn’t have the heart to spoil it for you. Besides, that AC side of me was getting off on watching your metamorphosis. You were turning into such a cute little princess by the time you first tried looking like a real girl and I saw you that way, I’d fallen in love with Diana and then I just couldn’t tell you. I’ll bet you’d really like to kill Mom." "No honey. She can’t help herself any more than I could under her influence. Besides, I like myself this way and I really get off on lingerie and heels and looking pretty for you. You do like me to look pretty and sexy don’t you?" "You little tease. You know I do." Well, so much for THAT suspicion.

I’m not even going to tell her mom I know about spiking my juice. What good would it do. I love being a girl. We’re all happy now. I do wonder if the next male boarder will survive in spite of the fact that Patty is married now. Mom Bennett ought to just get a web page and start advertising painless conversions. At least that would be less sneaky. Probably less FUN too. <smile>

the end

 

 

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