Summer Education

by Jennifer White

 

The bell rang, and the schoolchildren gleefully ran out the doors. Another year was done, and it was time for summer vacation! Marv got on his bike, and rode home. He was glad to be done at school. Not always the most popular kid in class, he was starting to feel somewhat left out, now that he had reached the age where his classmates were starting to date.

Marv was never very popular with the girls, being to quiet and shy. He felt intimidated by them, and was awkward in front of them. He wished that he had a girlfriend, but nothing ever worked out for him. All he could do was to stare longingly at the cute girls as they talked with each other, or held the hands of their boyfriends, as they walked home from school.

* * *

 

After about two days of summer vacation, Marv was already bored. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. So of course his mother suggested that he go out and get a job.

"But I don't want to work all summer! That would suck!"

"But son, you're bored sitting around here with nothing to do."

"Yeah, but I don't want to work at some stupid fast food place."

"Then why don't you go around the block, and find people that need yard work done. Mrs. Harper across the street could use your help."

That didn't sound too bad. And having some spending money would keep him from being bored. So he went around, and asked the neighbors if they had yard work for him to do. Six of them hired him, and for the next week he was very busy. But after the leaves were cleaned out, the bushes trimmed, and the garden weeded, the work dried up a bit. Except from Mrs. Harper.

She was in her fifties, he guessed, and lived alone. She always had something that needed to be done. So at least a couple of days a week, he would be at her house doing odd jobs.

 

One day, after he had swept up her basement and cleaned out her attic, she invited him to sit down and have a glass of tea with her. He needed a rest, so it sounded like a good idea. They sat, sipped the tea, and chatted.

"How come you never talk about your girlfriend?" she asked. "A handsome young man like yourself must have a bunch of girls after him, all the time."

"No, I'm afraid I don't do very well with the girls" said Marv.

"Now why is that?" she replied.

"Oh, I'm too shy around girls. I guess the intimidate me."

"Yes, I can see how a pretty girl could scare you" said Mrs. Harper. "Girls are different from boys. Those differences attract us to each other, but they can also be scary."

They talked about his situation for a while, until it was time for him to go.

* * *

 

Over the next few weeks, Mrs. Harper kept asking Marv how he was doing with the girls.

"Did you try to talk to them, like I suggested to you?"

"I tried, but I chickened out. I see that long hair, and I just freeze up. I guess I'm doomed to fail" he said.

Marv had no luck at all. The only girl he was able to get close to was on the cover of Sports Illustrated. He stared at her for hours, with her perfect body, her hair, her breasts. He wished he had a girl of his own.

"I have an idea" said Mrs. Harper. "A way for you to get over this shyness with the girls. Something so that you don't get scared anymore."

"Really?" said Marv. "What is it?"

"Well, it boils down to having you get used to some of the differences between boys and girls, so that you don't get intimidated anymore. If you're not intimidated, then you'll be comfortable. And if you're comfortable, you'll be just fine with the girls."

"Wow, that sounds great! When can we start?"

"How about tomorrow? Come here after breakfast, and we'll get going right away."

* * *

 

Marv had hardly slept that night. He was too excited. Mrs. Harper was going to help him get over his fear of girls. He'd have a girlfriend in no time! This was going to be great. He finished reading the sports section, drank the rest of his juice, and went over to her house across the street.

"Why Marv, you're right on time!" said Mrs. Harper. "Come on in."

Instead of going to the kitchen, where she normally gave him the list of chores for the day, or to the basement where there was often work to do, she told Marv to follow her upstairs. He had only been upstairs when he brought things into or out of the attic. He had never seen the bedrooms before. A *girl's* bedroom. Yes, she was older, but she was still a girl. Yet somehow, he felt strangely comfortable with her, even if he couldn't be with girls his age.

"Now as I said, you are scared of girls, and are intimidated by them, because of how they are different from you. I am going to teach you about those differences, and make you comfortable with them. This may seem a strange way to do it, but trust me, it will work.

"And what's so strange about it?" said Marv suspiciously.

"When you first see a girl, what's the first thing you notice about her?" she said, ignoring his question.

"I don't know. I guess the way she dresses. And her hair" he replied.

"And she wears different clothes than you do. Pretty clothes. Skirts, blouses, panties, bras..."

Marv blushed at the mention of panties and bras.

"So the first thing we need to do, is to get you over your fear of women's clothes."

"And how am I supposed to do that?" he said.

"You're going to wear them."

 

"What? No way! I'm not dressing up like a girl!"

"Now Marv, think about it. You are scared of skirts, aren't you?"

"Well, yes. They intimidate me."

"If you wear one here, in my house, where nobody will ever see you, you will lose that fear. You'll come to see it as just a piece of clothes, and nothing more. You'll be able to walk up to a pretty girl, and talk to her without being scared. Do you want that?"

"Well yes. I guess so. But do I really have to wear a skirt?"

"If you want to get past your fears, the best way is to confront them. Were you scared of the high-dive board at the swimming pool when you were younger?"

"Yes" admitted Marv.

"And are you now?"

"No" he said.

"And what got you over that fear?"

"Well, I had to do it for my swim class. And once I dove off it, I wasn't scared anymore."

"Exactly. This is the same thing!"

That made so much sense, that Marv couldn't help but to agree. It sucked having to dress up like a girl, but if it got him over his fear, it was worth it. Plus, she said that nobody would ever know, but him and her.

"All right, I'll do it" he said.

"Very good" said Mrs. Harper, with a warm smile on her face.

 

She took Marv to one of the bedrooms in her house.

"This used to be my daughter's room, before she moved out. It will be your room as you learn about girls."

Marv nodded. Mrs. Harper went to the closet, and rummaged through. She came out of it with a tan plaid skirt, and a white frilly top. She laid them carefully on the bed, then went to the dresser. A few moments later, she returned with a bra and a pair of white panties.

"Now let me start with the panties" said Mrs. Harper. These are what girls wear. They don't have flies, like men's underwear. The fit snugly. If they had big seams and fit loosely, they'd show more. Women's pants and skirts fit tighter in the rear than boys. That's why panties are different."

Marv nodded. She didn't make them sound scary or anything.

"And this is a bra, which will seem very foreign to you as a boy. Every girl wears one, from the time she starts to develop in the chest. You see that there is a band here to hold it in place around your body, and the straps over your shoulders to keep it from slipping down. It lifts and supports your chest. These little hooks go through the loops like this in back. There is nothing scary about it. Here, hold it."

Marv held it with a trembling hand.

"See, you are scared of it. But after you wear one for a while, you'll get over that. Now lets look at the blouse. You see that it is a lot prettier than a man's shirt. Back in the olden days, men's shirts were sometimes called blouses too. Did you know that?"

Marv shook his head no.

"Well, that just shows you that you don't need to be scared of this. It is cut differently from a men's shirt. You don't tuck it in, so it is much shorter. And it flares out at the hips, since women have wide hips and narrow waists."

Marv nodded, listening intently. He had almost forgotten that he was still holding the bra in his hand.

"And now, the skirt. You know that in certain societies, like the Scotts, the men wear 'kilts'. So you don't have to think of a skirt as a piece of clothes for women only. Notice how the skirt fits differently that you might expect. Men's pants are worn at the waist. But most women's pants and skirts go higher up, well above the hips. That is how you are going to wear this now."

"It zips up in back?" said Marv.

"Yes! Very observant of you. Many skirts or pants for women zip up in back. Some zip at the sides. But this one zips in back. Now I'm going to leave the room, and you can put on these clothes. Take your time, inspect them carefully, and put them on. Remember, they won't hurt you. And nobody will know but you and I."

After the door closed, Marv stared at the clothes on the bed for almost a minute. Was he going to go through with this or not? She made it sound so simple, so harmless. And he'd get over his fear, just like the high-dive board.

He took a deep breath, and started undressing. He felt like someone would be looking through the closed window shade and the curtains, to see him like this. He put on the panties first, and felt them fitting snugly against his crotch. Then he struggled to get the bra on. It took a couple of tries before he was able to get the clasps in back in place. That was hard to do!

Then he put on the skirt, zipping it in back once he pulled it up like Mrs. Harper had said to. And finally, he put on the blouse. He looked in the mirror, and cringed as he saw himself wearing a frilly shirt that showed a bra beneath it. And he was wearing a skirt. He blushed bright red.

"Are you ready in there?" said Mrs. Harper, startling him.

"Um, just a second!" he replied. He couldn't let her see him like this!

"Don't worry dear, you can show me. I just want to see how you look" she said.

With a great deal of difficulty, Marv went to the door, turned the knob, and let her in to see him.

Mrs. Harper had a warm, proud smile on her face. She seemed to pleased at him! She made a big fuss over him, and helped straighten out his outfit a bit.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said.

"I guess not" said Marv.

"Now for the hair. You are scared of the long hair that girls have. So you're going to get long hair of your own."

"How is that possible?" he said.

"With this" she replied. She went to the hall closet, and there was a white featureless base the shape of a human head, with a wig on it. The wig was brown, very similar to Marv's natural hair color. Mrs. Harper took the wig off, and placed it on Marv's head. She used a couple of bobby pins to secure it in place.

"There!" she said. "Come look!"

Marv went to the mirror, and stared at himself. It looked like *he* had long hair. He was looking more and more like a girl.

"Now one last thing for today. Girls all have pretty names, which scares you. You are used to Tom, Bill, and Bob. But names like Michelle, Holly and Sarah scare you. So while you're dressed up, I am going to give *you* a pretty name. You will be Bridgette."

"Bridgette" repeated Marv.

"Yes. That is a very pretty name."

Marv was still staring at himself in the mirror. This felt so strange! But he tingled all over. It was somehow exciting in a way. And he was learning so much about girls.

"Now young lady, come downstairs with me for some lunch. You must be very hungry."

"Sure" said Marv.

He followed her downstairs, and sat at the kitchen table as Mrs. Harper prepared a salad and fruit bowl for them. She chatted away, treating him like he really was a girl. Every now and then, she'd give him a gentle reminder.

"Young ladies sit with their knees together at all times" she said. "You may cross your legs at the knees, but not with the ankle of one leg on the knee of the other leg! And sit up straight. A young lady needs good posture."

They ate their lunch together, and continued to talk. When they were done, Mrs. Harper turned to Marv.

"Now Bridgette, as a young girl, you should offer to help clear the table" she said.

"Can I help clear the table?" said Marv.

"That would be wonderful!" said Mrs. Harper. They cleared the table together, and did the dishes, with Mrs. Harper washing, and 'Bridgette' rinsing and drying. When they were done, they sat in the living room on the couches for a while, and talked some more.

"Oh my, look at the time" said Mrs. Harper. "It is nearly 2:00, and I have a doctor's appointment at three."

It was time for Marv to take off the clothes, and put on his own again. He went up to the front bedroom, and took everything off. That hadn't been too bad, once he had them on. He put the wig on the white stand, which Mrs. Harper had moved to the dresser. He hung up the clothes, and returned them to the closet.

It felt good to be in his own clothes again. He went downstairs and said good-bye.

"We'll do some more work tomorrow" said Mrs. Harper. "Lets say 10:00?"

"I'll see you then" said Marv.

 

As Marv lay in bed that night, he found it hard to believe that he had just spent a big part of the past day, dressed up like a girl. But it hadn't been so bad. And soon he'd be past his fear of girls. He went to sleep with a smile on his face.

* * *

 

The next day, Marv showed up at 10:00, sharp. Mrs. Harper was there to warmly greet him, and show him in.

"Go upstairs, and put on the outfit I've laid out for you" she said. "Then come back here. I'll be waiting for you."

"Sure Mrs. Harper" said Marv.

He went upstairs to the bedroom, and found an outfit laid out on the bed. This time, instead of a skirt, there were women's pants. They fit kind of funny, and it was weird to wear pants that were snug against his crotch. Again, there was a white top, that showed his bra through the thin fabric.

He put on his wig, then noticed a pair of black women's shoes laid out by the bed, along with ankle length nylon stockings. He put them on too, then went downstairs. They were flats, so they were very easy to wear.

"Good morning Bridgette, nice to see you" said Mrs. Harper, as if he was just arriving for the first time.

"Good morning to you Mrs. Harper" he replied.

"Now Bridgette, I want to talk to you about something that girls have, different from boys, that really intimidate them."

"What's that?" asked Marv.

"Boobs" she said. "Young men like to stare at them, don't they?"

"Yes" replied Marv. Mrs. Harper was talking again like he *was* a girl, not a boy at all. She called young men 'they', not 'you'.

"Breasts really intimidate young men though. They are scared of them. But they are also one thing that attracts men to women. You are very flat chested Bridgette. If you're going to learn about being a woman, you need to understand breasts. So I bought you these."

She handed a bag to Marv. He looked inside. There they were: two fake breasts. They were very realistic, and weighted quite a bit.

"I'm going to turn my back, so you can put them into your bra" she said.

Marv's hands were trembling as he picked up the fake breasts. They had nipples and everything. He took off his top, and put the fake boobs into his bra. Then he put the top on again. It fit completely differently. And it was so strange feeling to have mounds on his chest! Any way he turned, there they were, constantly leading the way ahead of him. Breasts. On his chest.

"Why Bridgette, I'm glad to see that your chest has developed so much. Mine wasn't that size until I was 19. You are very well endowed."

Marv blushed. She was talking like the boobs were real! She was complimenting him on them! This was the worst he felt, the most scared since the start. But he had to press on. He had to get over his fear of girls.

 

"And young lady," said Mrs. Harper, "you would look so much prettier with some makeup. Let me show you how to put it on."

She led Marv by the hand to the bathroom, where she applied foundation, blush, lipstick, mascara, and eye shadow. He couldn't believe the difference they made in his face! He looked pretty when she was done with him.

"There, you are a very pretty girl now" she said.

"Thank you Mrs. Harper" he replied. He *did* look pretty.

 

Mrs. Harper and 'Bridgette' spent the next few hours doing light housework, eating lunch, and watching a soap opera on TV. The time flew by quickly. It was almost sad somehow when Marv had to change back into his old clothes, and go home. He never got this much female attention in his life, and he was loving every minute of it, even if she was somewhat older.

He promised to come back the next day.

* * *

 

When Marv arrived on the third day, Mrs. Harper didn't seem very happy.

"What's the matter?" he said.

"Just look at you, with all that hair on your legs" she said, shaking her head. "How are you going to look good in pantyhose, when your legs are hairy? I bet you haven't shaved your armpits either."

"No, I guess not" he said.

"Well then, you had better go to the shower upstairs and take care of that before you do anything else. How are you supposed to learn about girl's legs, if you are all covered with hair, like an ape or something?"

Marv went upstairs, and took a shower. There was a pink shower razor there, which he used to shave his legs and his armpits. It felt really weird to have smooth skin there. Just like a girl. He understood right away why she wanted him to do this. To make him less scared of the way girl's legs looked.

This time, on the bed, there was an outfit laid out, with something new: pantyhose. And this time, instead of a top and a bottom, she had selected a dress for him to wear. The shoes were different too, with a heel that was about an inch high. He put it all on, along with his wig. He teetered a bit as he came down the stairs, not used to the heel. And having the heavy fake breasts didn't help with his balance either.

"Lets get your makeup on Bridgette" she said to him, leading him by the hand to the bathroom. She again applied the makeup, being sure to explain carefully what each item did to the face.

"Tomorrow, you will put them on yourself" she said. "But now, lets talk about your pantyhose that you're wearing. Pantyhose help make a girl's legs look nicer. They make the coloring more even, so you don't see the little flaws we all have. And they have a control top, that helps shape your tummy a bit, so you look just that much sexier."

Marv stared at himself in the mirror. With the dress, the boobs, the makeup, the wig, and the pantyhose, it was very hard to tell that he really wasn't a girl.

 

Mrs. Harper again spent most of the day with Marv, treating him as 'Bridgette'. They did all sorts of things together, and the time just flew by. Again, it almost felt sad when it was time to take it all off, and go back to being Marv. Instead of being a glamorous pretty girl, he was just a boy. Just plain Marv.

* * *

 

On the fourth day, Marv found that his outfit included a much shorter skirt than he had worn before, along with a strapless bra. The top was a little white cami, with thin straps. When he asked her about it, Mrs. Harper explained that it was considered proper not to have the bra straps showing, and that if you wore a top with such a thin strap, you shouldn't wear your regular bra.

"Sometimes, you go can without a bra in a top like that" she said. "But a girl built like you needs to make sure she has the proper support. That's why you're wearing a strapless bra today."

"I see" said Marv.

They went to the bathroom, where Marv attempted to put on his own makeup. The first try was a complete disaster, as was the second. The third attempt went better, and they stuck with that.

"A lot of young girls will play at putting on makeup. I would have a party with other little girls, and we'd make each other up. It just takes practice, that's all."

They went to the kitchen for a cup of tea, and to talk. As Marv sipped his tea, Mrs. Harper asked him to hold out his hand. He did so, and she produced a bottle of red nailpoish, which she began to apply. It was hard for him to look down and see bright red color on his nails. That didn't belong there! It was like a girl.

But he looked like a girl now, and was dressed up as one. He was Bridgette today, and he needed to learn about nailpolish and things like that.

* * *

 

Each time that Marv went over to Mrs. Harper's, he went further and further into dressing and acting like a girl. Mrs. Harper put jewelry on him, including clip-on earrings. She sprayed him with perfume. He wore slips. He wore high heels. He wore skirts and sweaters. And he started carrying a purse around while he was there.

She also worked with him more, on how girls walk, talk, and how they think. She taught him how to act like a girl. There was very little about girls that he hadn't learned yet!

 

One day, when he arrived, Mrs. Harper had a surprise for him.

"I know this might seem hard to do, but believe me, this is the best thing for you."

"What's that?" replied Marv.

"My niece is in town this week, and she is stopping over here for lunch today. I want you to meet her. But I want you to do it as Bridgette."

"You mean, dress up like a girl, and stay that way when she's here?"

"Exactly. I think you could fool her. When you're Bridgette, I forget sometimes that you're not a real girl. What better way is there to learn how young girls communicate, than to do this? I know it will be hard, so you don't have to go through with it. You can go home right now if you'd like."

So Marv was faced with a difficult decision. Go home now, and not get to be Bridgette at all today. Or stay, but be seen by Mrs. Harper's niece. He looked up at her, unsure of what to do. But her smile seemed so reassuring.

"All right, I'll do it" he said, entering the door.

By now, Mrs. Harper was letting 'Bridgette' pick out 'her' own outfits. Marv selected his favorite skirt, the tan plaid one that came down to his knees, and a nice white top. He was getting good with his makeup now, and was doing his own nails.

After putting on his jewelry and applying his perfume, he looked and smelled very feminine. He sat with Mrs. Harper and talked, until there was a knock at the door.

"Aunt Carol!" said the young girl who walked in. She hugged Mrs. Harper. She wore blue jeans and a T-shirt. Marv felt embarrassed that he had overdressed. He should have known that in the summer, a girl would be more casual. But that didn't matter too much. He loved how the skirt felt.

"Diane, I'd like you to meet Bridgette. She is one of the neighborhood girls, and she helps me out around the house from time to time."

"Nice to meet you Bridgette" said Diane, with a warm smile on her face.

"And its nice to meet you Diane" replied Bridgette. "I was just about to prepare lunch. What kind of dressing do you want for your salad?"

"Thousand Island, if you have it" she replied, as 'Bridgette' went to the kitchen, and started getting lunch ready. Mrs. Harper had been teaching 'her' how to cook, although making a salad and a turkey club sandwiches was very easy.

'Bridgette' served them lunch, and they ate together. Mrs. Harper and Diane did most of the talking at first, catching up with each other. But as they talked, both Diane and Mrs. Harper asked pointed questions to 'Bridgette', to include 'her' in the conversation. Marv was starting to learn a difference in how girls talked, as compared to boys, who didn't care at all if someone was excluded from the conversation.

In fact, by the time that Diane had to leave, she and 'Bridgette' were really chatting it up. They had bonded. Marv realized that they already had the makings of a friendship, just from these few hours together.

 

After Diane had left, Mrs. Harper was full of praise for 'Bridgette'. But it was time for Marv to go home, since his mother would return from work shortly. And it was taking longer and longer to change back, since he had to remove the nail polish and all the makeup. And he needed a shower, to get rid of the perfume smell.

When it was time for him to leave, Mrs. Harper took him by the hand.

"Do you realize, that today you met with an attractive young woman, talked to her, and started a friendship?"

"Yes" said Marv. "I can't believe I did that."

"Well you can. I think you should go out and try to meet some girls now. I think that I've done all I can do for you. Give it a try! Hang out at the mall. Meet some girls. And come back and tell me how it works out for you."

"Thanks Mrs. Harper, thanks for all you've done" said Marv. He was ready now to go out and get a girlfriend.

* * *

 

That night, Marv went to the mall. He acted casual, not nervous. He saw some cute girls standing together, so he walked over to them. He knew that girls loved compliments, but they didn't like someone who came on strong. So he went over to the one he liked the best, and introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Marv" he said. "I couldn't help but notice you over here. You've got such good taste in clothes! I love your outfit."

"Thanks" said the girl. "I'm Nancy."

"Nice to meet you Nancy" he replied.

Soon, he was talking with her, and her friends. He didn't try to dominate the conversation, he let them talk a lot too. He made eye contact with the girl he spoke to, instead of staring at their boobs. He carefully *listened* to them, sometimes adding a supporting comment to what they had just said.

He used all the skills he had learned from Mrs. Harper. And the fact that these girls had long pretty hair didn't scare him anymore. He had long pretty hair when he was Bridgette. The fact that they wore makeup didn't scare him, because he had worn that as Bridgette. Their skirts didn't scare him, nor their boobs. He had those himself, when he was Bridgette. He felt very comfortable and confident with them, and it paid off.

Rather than pressuring Nancy, he simply said "It was very nice to meet you. I hope I see you around here again some time, so we can talk again."

He was rewarded for that with her cell phone number. She wanted to talk to him again too! He smiled as he walked over to the record store. Everything was going perfectly!

* * *

 

Over the next few weeks, Marv and Nancy started to see more and more of each other. After a few times going out as friends with a group, they started going out on dates. Marv used the money he had saved up from doing all the yard work, to take her out to dinner, and to a movie. They held hands and walked together afterwards.

Nancy leaded over, and kissed Marv on the lips. He had never kissed before, but he instinctively put his arms around her, like he had seen the actors do on the soap operas he had watched with Mrs. Harper. Everything she had done with him, had been for a reason.

Marv felt Nancy's body leaning against his. He felt her warmth, and smelled the makeup on her face, and her soft perfume. It was then that he realized something: he *missed* that. This was really wonderful, but somehow *being* a girl was even better than this.

 

The next day, he went over to Mrs. Harper's and explained it to her.

"I had so much fun on the date! It was so wonderful being with a girl like that, just her and me. It was always my dream."

"I am so happy for you" said Mrs. Harper.

"But I have to tell you something. I miss being Bridgette. Somehow, I'm happier when I am Bridgette, than I was on my date."

"You don't mean that" said Mrs. Harper.

"No. It's true. I *want* to be Bridgette again. Please Mrs. Harper, can I? Can I be a girl again? You made me be a girl before. Now I need to be her again."

Mrs. Harper stared at Marv, with a puzzled look on her face. She had trained him to not be intimidated by girls. And it worked. He was dating now. But something had gone wrong. He also liked *being* a girl, and wanted to go back to that. She had not foreseen this.

She was left with no choice. She would let him become Bridgette again, but she would have to do something unpleasant, so that he never would want to 'be' her again. She led Marv upstairs, and pulled out for him an outfit. She gathered together his fake boobs and wig, which were now stored in the closet, up on the shelf.

After Marv showered and shaved his legs, he put on the clothes and 'became' Bridgette. He put on his wig. He put in his boobs. He put on his makeup, nailpolish, jewelry and perfume. Now he was Bridgette. And that made him feel so good!

When he arrived downstairs, Mrs. Harper was just getting off the phone with someone. He joined her in the kitchen, and helped prepare lunch.

"Why are we making so much tuna salad?" asked 'Bridgette'. "You want a lot of leftovers?"

"No. It is for our guest" said Mrs. Harper.

"Our Guest?" said Marv, unsure of what was going on.

"Yes. He'll be here soon" she replied.

Marv was going to be seen by a man, with him dressed up as a girl? This was bad. He looked at her uncertainly.

 

There was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Harper excused herself.

"Finish up Bridgette, then bring lunch out for the three of us."

When he was done getting everything ready, Marv carried lunch out to the dining room table. He set the table, just as Mrs. Harper had taught him. He sat down, smoothing out his skirt under him, like she had instructed him many times before. He sat with his legs crossed at the knee, waiting to see who this mysterious visitor was.

Marv looked up, and was shocked to see that it was a boy, about his age.

"This is my nephew Anthony" said Mrs. Harper.

"Hello Anthony, I'm Bridgette."

"Hi Bridgette. You sure are pretty" replied Anthony.

Marv blushed at the compliment.

"I was telling Anthony that I knew a girl that would be perfect for him. And you're not seeing a boy Bridgette, so I thought I'd play matchmaker today. You two kids eat your lunch, and I'll leave you alone. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

"Thanks Aunt Carol" said Anthony.

Marv could only manage a weak stare in her direction.

"Hold on Anthony, I need to speak to your aunt in private" said Marv, following Mrs. Harper into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, putting his hands on his hips.

"Well, Anthony is lonely, and I thought you might make a nice girlfriend for him."

"But Mrs. Harper, you know who I am!"

"Yes I do" she replied. "You are Bridgette now. You are a girl. And as a girl, you are interested in boys, aren't you? That's why you want to be a girl, isn't it?"

"No! I don't want boys! I want to be with a girl!" protested Marv.

"Then why do you want to be Bridgette? If you like girls so much, how come you came back to me today? No, I think you want to *be* Bridgette. You want to be with boys. That's why you want to be a girl. Now go back in there, and talk to Anthony. It is impolite for a young lady to keep a guest waiting. And even worse for a girl to leave a cute boy alone. Go flirt with him."

Mrs. Harper was trying her best to scare Marv into his senses. If he continued to be Bridgette, what would happen in the end? If he wanted to be a girl, then this is what girls did. It would knock some sense into him, and make him run away. He would never want to be a girl again.

After all she had done for him, he responded by coming over like this, and laying a guilt trip on her. Well, this would fix things. She at her lunch as she read the latest issue of Red Book.

* * *

 

Half an hour later, Mrs. Harper went into the dining room to see what the children were up to. She was shocked to see Anthony and 'Bridgette' locked in deep conversation, staring into one another's eyes. They were holding hands. The looked up to her, and smiled.

"You were right Aunt Carol, Bridgette here is a wonderful girl" said Anthony.

"And Mrs. Harper, thank you so much for hooking me up with a boy like Tony. He's dreamy."

Tony? Dreamy? Oh no! Her plan had backfired. Marv *liked* this! What could she do? She had to stop this.

"Anthony, it's getting late. I promised your mother you'd be home by 2:30. Plus, Bridgette and I have work to do."

"Sure Aunt Carol. I'll see you soon."

Anthony turned towards 'Bridgette'.

"And I'll be seeing you soon too babe."

'Bridgette' hugged her hands over her heart. He liked her!

 

"And just what do you think you're doing?" said Mrs. Harper, as soon as Anthony had left.

"What do you mean?"

"You act like a lovesick little girl. You're acting crazy over him."

"I'm in love" said Bridgette. "He's exactly the kind of guy I've always wanted."

"No he's not! He was supposed to scare you off. You like girls, remember?"

"Mrs. Harper, I'm not a lesbian" said Bridgette.

"Don't use that language with me young man!" said Mrs. Harper, now very upset.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Harper. Please forgive me. After all you've done for me, the last thing I'd ever want is to make you upset."

"Well, its a little late for that. I'm upset now" she replied.

"Don't be upset. You've shown me my true self! You've let me be the girl that I've always been all along. I just never knew it. This is who I am Mrs. Harper. This is who I've always been. I *am* a girl, really. You just helped me realize that."

"No. Please, go change, and don't ever speak of Bridgette again."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Harper, but there is no 'change back'. This is me. This is who I am. I will never go out in public dressed as a boy again. I could never do that. I am a girl. And I am going to always dress like one and act like one. This is me. This is who I am. I am Bridgette."

Mrs. Harper was in tears now. Bridgette gave her a gentle hug, and handed her a Kleenex.

"Don't cry Carol. You are like a second mother to me. I won't tell everyone how you helped me. Your secret is safe with me."

Bridgette turned, and walked out the door, heading across the street to her house where she lived.

* * *

 

It was almost a year later when Bridgette came over to Mrs. Harper's house again. She was very nervous about it. Mrs. Harper seemed very surprised to see her, and invited her politely in.

"I just want to tell you about my progress" said Bridgette.

"Progress?" said Mrs. Harper.

"Yes. First of all, since I started on the hormones, my own real boobs have started to grow. I might get implants though, once I'm 21. I want to be stacked."

"I see" she said.

"And I'm had my first procedure. There will be a bunch of minor ones first, but then they'll do the major work, and construct my new genitals. I'm going to be a *real* girl."

Mrs. Harper nodded her head.

"And so you see Mrs. Harper, I *am* a girl now. And soon, nobody will be able to ever tell that I was ever a boy. I just want to thank you for all that you've done for me. You are the nicest person I've ever met in my entire life. You're like a mother to me. I owe everything to you. I used to be a sad lonely boy, but today I am happy. I am a girl. And you are the one I am forever indebted to."

Mrs. Harper looked up at Bridgette. She was being very sincere, pouring her heart out now.

"Please forgive me for any hurt I caused you" she continued. "I realize now what a shock it must have been for you. I should have talked to you about my feelings earlier on. I just didn't know how to do that yet. Boys don't talk about feelings. It wasn't until I realized that I was a girl, that my emotions came on in full force. But I didn't know how to express them yet. Now I'm learning. Please forgive me."

Mrs. Harper wiped a tear from her eye.

"I love you Mrs. Harper. Thank you for everything. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart" said Bridgette, leaning over to give her a hug.

Mrs. Harper had been wracked with guilt over what had happened. She had blamed herself, and had been miserable for a long time. She felt that she had destroyed a boy's life. But only now did she realize that this boy actually *was* a girl inside, and that it wasn't her fault. Yes, she had awoken Bridgette, but it would have been inevitable. And now Bridgette was so happy! So happy to be a girl. And asking for her forgiveness!

"There is nothing to forgive" said Mrs. Harper, hugging her back.

"I am so glad that I met you" said Bridgette. "I am so glad that I am a girl."

"And I am glad for you. I'm glad you're happy, and I'm glad that you are a girl now."

 

They smiled at each other, and held hands. The rift between them had been repaired, and they could now continue with their relationship as friends. It was a happy day for everyone....

  

  

  

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