Summer Switch

by Jennifer White

 

Tom was miserable as he sat on the train. Another half hour, and he'd be in Chicago, where he was to change trains and meet his cousin Nichole. This was the worst of all possible scenarios for him.

First of all, there was the reason for the trip. Tom's parents were upset at how much of a 'wimp' he was. They wanted him to spend the summer on the farm, where his uncle would try to make a man out of him. Tom didn't like doing macho things. He was very timid and shy. He was very passive. In fact, part of him wished that he had been born a girl. They didn't have to be tough. They got to dress in pretty clothes, and be soft. That was what he wanted.

One time in fact, when he was at his uncle Ray's house for the weekend, he had dressed himself up in his daughter's clothes. Nichole's. And that was the other problem. She had discovered him wearing her things, but thankfully she hadn't told on him. But she knew his secret. She had power over him now. And he was going to be stuck having to spend the whole summer with her.

And if that wasn't enough, he had heard his parents talking. They were hoping that he would have a summer romance with her, which would also help make him a man. He could never love her! Not with what she knew about him. She was uncle Ray's daughter from before he married into the family, so Tom wasn't related to Nichole. But he could never love her! And now he was stuck with her for the summer.

The train rolled on towards Chicago.

 

* * *

 

Tom got off the train, and looked around. It was so busy here, so confusing. He went around the corner, and there was his cousin, right where she was supposed to be. Nichole was wearing overalls, and had her hair cut short. She looked more 'rough and tumble' than he did. He knew that she had been a bit of a 'Tomboy'. It looked like she still was. She stood there with her arms folded.

"Hi, I'm Tom. Remember me?"

"How could I forget?" she said, somewhat gruffly. Seeing her up close, it was certain that she was still a tomboy. She had bigger muscles than he did, and it looked like she could beat him up, even though they were the same size.

"Still like to play with the boys, huh?" he said.

"What, you're going try to change me too?" she said.

"What do you mean?" replied Tom.

"Everyone always says that I'd be such a pretty girl if I would stop doing all the things I like to do. Everyone is always trying to turn me into a proper young lady. I don't need *you* doing that too."

"I'm sorry" said Tom.

He was so upset that he had hurt her feelings. That was the last thing he wanted to do to anyone, let alone *her*. If she got mad at him, she might tell someone his secret. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let anyone else know that he wished he was really a girl.

"I'm in the same boat" he explained. "They're sending me to the farm to the summer, so uncle John can make a man out of me. My parents think I'm too much of a wimp. They think I'm too soft and too quiet. They want me to be some loud macho jerk or something I think."

"I wish I was in your shoes" said Nichole. "That would be an awesome way to spend the summer, working with uncle John in the fields, having him teach me how to repair the tractor, and all that. I'm stuck with Aunt Linda, who is going to teach me how to be a proper young lady. I'm going to have to wear a dress! I never wear a dress anymore."

She looked at Tom, who was blushing. She had caught him in her dress once. She knew that he *liked* wearing them.

"Hey, I've got an idea" she said.

"What?" replied Tom.

"Aw, it wouldn't work. Never mind."

"No, what?"

"You won't like it anyway" said Nichole.

"No, please tell me" said Tom. He was eager to please her, and keep her from being mad at him.

"Well, wouldn't it be funny if we switched places when we arrived? I mean, you've got longer hair than I do. You're about the same size as me. I bet that I could pass as you, and you could pass as me. Then before the figure it out, we'd each get to spend a few days doing what we really *like* to do."

"You mean have me show up in a dress and pretend to be you? And have you pretend to be me?"

"Exactly. I bet we could fool them."

"I don't know" said Tom. "I mean, one look, and they'd know!"

"We could fix that" said Nichole, rubbing her chin as she thought.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, we're downtown in a big city. I bet we can find the kind of store we'd need. We've got almost two hours before our train leaves."

"What kind of store?" asked Tom.

"The kind that sells the stuff we'd need to fool them into thinking you're a girl."

"Like what?"

"Like fake boobs."

"But what about you" he said, trying to deflect the question. Wearing fake boobs sounded intimidating.

"Oh me. Do you see boobs one me?"

"No."

"That's because I use a wrap around my chest, that I put on tight to hide them. I hate how my body is changing, becoming soft and round. I don't want to have curves! I don't want to develop boobs! But I can't stop it. So I hide them. And I can get something to stuff my pants with too at the store. Come on, we're going."

Without having time to think about it, Tom was being pulled along the street by his cousin. She flagged down a taxi, and fifteen minutes later they were in a store for transvestites. He didn't know that such a place existed. But there they were.

He was so scared as some tall guy in a dress measured him up. Nichole talked to the salesperson, and soon Tom was trying on fake breasts, along with padding for his hips, and something called a gaff. The instructions showed how he would put it on, and it would hide his manhood from the world. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he was at once both excited and intimidated. Once he put on one of Nichole's dresses, and they worked on his hair, he looked like more of a girl than she did.

"I think just a little makeup will help" said the salesman in the dress.

"I don't wear makeup, so he can't yet" said Nichole.

"I see" he replied.

For her part, Nichole already looked pretty much like a boy. But she did find something she wanted to buy: a device shaped like a man's genitals. After she put it in her pants, a bulge showed. Now she would easily pass for a boy. She didn't even have to change out of her overalls.

"Thanks" said Nichole, pulling out a Visa card to pay for it all.

"How do you have a credit card?" asked Tom.

"My side of the family has money. In the fall, I even get my share of the trust fund."

"Wow, must be nice" said Tom.

They went back to the train station, where they waited for their train to Iowa where they would spend the summer together.

"I bet we can fool them for two or three days" said Nichole.

"I sure hope so. You're the only one who knows that I like to wear a dress."

"Do you wish you were a girl?" said Nichole.

"Sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time."

"Well then, won't it be fun? Aunt Linda will work on you, teaching how a girl walks, sits, talks, and everything. She will make a perfectly mannered young woman out of you."

"And you'll get to do all the stuff you like, doing chores, getting dirty and all. Like a boy."

"I'm *so* glad you're willing to try this" said Nichole.

"It is my fantasy, to be a girl" admitted Tom. "I just never dreamed I could really do it."

"When they figure it out, we'll just tell them it was a practical joke. That should take the heat off of us."

"I sure hope so."

 

On the train ride they talked more, and got to know each other better. Both were 18 years old, and had just finished high school. They found that they had a lot more similarities than they had differences. Tom was so relieved that Nichole was so fun to be with. That would certainly make the summer go faster.

He squirmed a bit in his seat, still not used to wearing panties and a gingham dress. He felt kind of silly. The fake boobs weren't as big as he dreamed about having, but Nichole had explained to him how he needed smaller ones, to match her description. Some day, he'd buy bigger ones for himself. But for now, he'd just enjoy the few days that he'd get to pretend he was a girl. Who knew? Perhaps they'd know right away, and he'd never get more of a chance than the train ride. He tried to put bad thoughts out of his mind, and enjoy this as much as he could...

 

* * *

 

They passed out of the city, through one small town after the next, making what felt like a million stops. Tom enjoyed it, having people walk past him, and think that they were looking at a girl. Nichole herself seemed unimpressed. People were used to taking her for a boy all the time.

"Now remember" she said, when they were alone in the dining car, "*you* are Nichole, and *I* am Tom. When someone says 'Nichole', you need to jump. If you answer to 'Tom', you'll blow it."

"Of course" he said. "Do you think I want to get caught? No way. I'll make sure I fool them."

"Now another thing" said Nichole. "Aunt Linda is going to try to make a young lady out of you. But you need to put up some resistance, okay? Don't just cave in and say 'Sure Aunt Linda, I'd love to put on makeup and play with a doll', or whatever she's going to do to you. You need to resist her a bit before you cave in."

"I see. Because she knows that *you* would put up a fight."

"Exactly. If you just cave in, she'll suspect that something is up."

"What about things like the bathroom? If she sees me naked..."

"Girls like their privacy. Why don't *you* walk in on *her* some time, and she'll freak out. She'll tell you never to go in there with her. Then you'll get better privacy."

"Got it" said Tom. "What about girl stuff."

"Like what?"

"You know. Periods and stuff."

"When I get my period, I'll let you know. Go around complaining that you feel bloated, complain about everything, get upset, storm off. Really overdo it. They'll think you're on the rag for sure."

"Ew!" said Tom. "You make it sound so gross."

"It is. I hate it. I'll have to put up a good front, and pretend that I'm a boy who never gets the monthly curse. You guys are so lucky."

"If having a period is the price to pay for being a girl, then I'll gladly trade with you, any time" replied Tom. He was realizing more and more how much they both wished they were like each other. If only it was really possible to trade places, forever.

 

* * *

 

Uncle John and Aunt Linda were waiting for them when the train finally arrived in the little tiny town in the middle of Iowa. The middle of nowhere, if you asked Tom. He would be stuck there all summer. Once they discovered that they had traded places, it would be the worst summer of his life. He stood on the platform, feeling his skirt flutter in the wind.

"Uncle John" said Nichole loudly, giving him a big hug and giving him a macho pounding on the back.

"Aunt Linda" said Tom quietly in a slightly higher pitched voice than normal, as he tenderly embraced her.

"Why Nichole, how you've grown. Look at you! You are a lovely young woman."

It was music to Tom's ears, and he smiled at the high praise.

"You look lovely in a dress. Your mother said you never like to wear one. Why not?"

Tom sweated for a minute. He had to make up something. In reality, he wanted to wear one all the time. But he was Nichole now, and needed to act like her.

"I hate them. They make me look all girly" he said. "I'm just wearing this to make you happy."

"Now Nichole, first of all, you *are* a girl, and you are *supposed* to look girly. Secondly, you shouldn't wear a dress to make *me* happy. You need to wear one to make *yourself* happy. After we've worked on you for a while, I think you'll like wearing dresses. I think you'll come to love being a girly-girl."

That sent shivers up and down Tom's spine. He hoped that they never figured out the ruse he and Nichole were playing.

"You are a tall young man" said Uncle John to Nichole. "You don't look so wimpy to me. The way your father described you, it sounded like you threw like a girl and everything. But we'll put some muscle on you this summer. I just mowed the hay, and we need to move the bales to the barn today. Lots of work to do. We'll drive back, drop off the women-folk at the house, and get down to work."

"Yes sir" said Nichole sternly. This was perfect. Just what she wanted to do. She hoped that she was never caught, and hoped that she could just do this all summer with her uncle.

 

They drove back to the farm, which was twenty miles from the farm. Nichole rode up front with her uncle, while Tom sat in back with Aunt Linda.

"Let me see your hands" she said to him. She held his hand, and shook her head.

"You need a manicure, young lady. We'll fix those hands of yours right up. And you had better start using lotion. Your hands are too hard. A young lady like yourself should be soft."

"Yes Ma'am" said Tom, looking down, pretending not to be excited about getting his nails done.

"And oh my! You didn't even shave your legs?" she said. She acted like she was offended, and was about to pass out.

"No, I've never done that" said Tom truthfully. Nichole looked back from the front and gave him a wink. He was doing just fine.

"Well, we will fix that too. No young woman in my house is going around with unshaven legs. Next thing, you'll tell me you don't shave your armpits either."

She shook her head.

"Well..." said Tom.

"What? How barbaric. When we get home, you will shower and shave! Is that understood young lady?"

"What if I don't?" said Tom, trying to sound like he was resisting her orders.

"You do not want to find out. When you are in my house, you *will* obey me. A mere spanking would be pleasant treat compared to being hit by The Paddle."

"Our children only got hit with The Paddle once" said John. "Then they obeyed their mother. It never takes two hits."

Tom pretended to be cowering in fear. This was perfect. Now he had a reason to cave in easily. Fear of The Paddle. He would just put up some token resistance now and then to keep her thinking he didn't like what she was doing to him. But inside, he was *so* excited. He was going to be able to shave his legs and his armpits now, *and* he was going to get his nails done. He was in heaven.

 

"What kind of engine does she have?" asked Nichole up front. "My buddy Al says you need a 'hemi' for a truck like this."

"Let me tell you about hemis" started Uncle John, as he went on to lecture Nichole on the fine points of truck engines as he drove past the endless rows of corn growing in the fields.

Tom lost interest in the conversation right away. Who cared about stupid things like trucks, engines, and hemis (whatever those were). He couldn't wait to learn about makeup, dresses, cooking, sewing, and all the other little feminine knowledge he was going to get this summer. As long as he and Nichole didn't blow it.

 

"We're home!" said aunt Linda as they pulled up in front of the white house near the red barn.

Tom got out, and went to grab Nichole's large bag from the back of the truck.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" asked Aunt Linda.

"Getting my bag" said Tom.

"You are a young lady. You do not carry heavy bags. Tom, take your cousin's bag to her room for her."

"Yes Ma'am" said Nichole, smiling.

Tom followed her upstairs. She put her large bag in the front bedroom, and his in the back.

"Remember, this is yours!" she said. "You're doing great Tom. They really think you are me!"

"And they think you are me. I hope we can get away with this for a long time."

"Me too. Me too."

 

* * *

 

"Nichole, now that you've shaved your legs, don't you feel prettier?" said Aunt Linda.

"I guess" replied Tom.

"I think you're just lacking in self confidence" she replied, shaking her head. "I think you are a lovely young woman, even if you don't. Why don't we work on that first? I want you to tell me that you are a beautiful young woman."

"I am a beautiful young woman" said Tom.

"That didn't sound like you believe it. If *you* don't believe it, how am *I* supposed to? Now say it again, like you mean it."

"I am a beautiful young woman" repeated Tom.

"Again!"

"I am a beautiful young woman."

"Again! Say it ten times in a row!"

Now Tom had to repeat the phrase again and again until Aunt Linda was satisfied.

"We will start out ever day with you telling me that, until *you* believe it too. Now lets move on. Makeup. Your face would be so much prettier if you wore your makeup! Now go bring it here, so I can teach you how to put it on."

"I don't have any" said Tom.

"You don't have makeup? No cosmetics?"

"None" said Tom. "I don't wear it."

"You will now" said Aunt Linda, shaking her head. "Get in the car. We are going to town. We will go shopping, and buy you a supply of cosmetics. You *will* wear makeup every day, and you will learn how to make yourself look like the pretty girl that you are. Now go."

Tom pretended to be bummed out, while Aunt Linda smirked. She had no idea still that he was really the boy. And he was about to go shopping for makeup! This was such a wonderful day.

 

 

"So, what did you do all day" said Tom to Nichole after he washed up the dishes from dinner. They had decided to take a walk so they could talk in private. It would become a nightly tradition. John and Linda thought it was cute how the cousins were taking a romantic walk at sunset. Neither had a clue what was going on.

"Well, after we put the hay bales up in the barn loft, we worked on the old pickup truck. I'm rebuilding the carburetor."

"What's a carburetor?" said Tom.

"Oh you girls, you just don't understand the internal combustion engine" laughed Nichole. She had grease on her hand that wouldn't clean off, from doing the work. But she didn't care. She was in her glory. Tom's hands on the other hand were softer, since he had been using the lotion Aunt Linda had bought. His nails were painted a gentle pink color. And he wore full makeup.

"And what about you?" asked Nichole. "What did you and our dear Auntie do today?"

"Well, after she painted my nails and taught me how to put on my makeup, we worked on a needlepoint project. We're making a quilt, and each of the squares has a different pattern done in needlepoint. I learned the cross-stitch today. Once we've got all the squares done, she is going to teach me how to use the sewing machine to put them together to make the quilt."

"Lovely" said Nichole. "It sounds very girly."

"It is" said Tom. "I love it. I can't believe that we're getting away with this! This is so cool!"

"Tell me about it" raved Nichole. "They really think I'm a boy! I can do whatever I want, be as rough as I want, and nobody gets upset!"

"And I love being a girl. I love doing all these little things you hate."

"Speaking of being a girl, I have a friend that is coming to visit?"

"Who?" asked Tom.

"My period. I'm cramping right now, even as we speak."

"Oh" said Tom.

"So like we talked about, you need to 'have' a period now. Tell them you feel bloated, and act crabby. But also put one of my pantyliners on when you dress tomorrow. Then use a maxipad the next day. Tell Aunt Linda that you're running low. That will help fool her."

"Cool" said Tom. "I wish *I* had a period."

"No you don't!" said Nichole.

"If I did, then I would be a girl. So I wish I had one."

"Of all the things about being a girl, believe me cuz, this is the one thing you do *not* want. It is different for every girl, but when you feel a cramp go through your whole back, you feel heavy and bloated, and you're flowing on a heavy day...there is no way that you would possibly ever want to feel this way."

"But I do. I wish I was a real girl" said Tom. "I know a period is gross and all, but I want one."

"I wish we could really trade bodies, but that's just not possible."

"I know. But I wish it anyway."

Nichole took Tom's hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back. They continued to hold hands as they walked through the long fields where the crops grew. They headed over to the tree line, to sit and talk for hours.

 

* * *

 

"Nichole, you are a lovely young woman," said Aunt Linda, "but your manners are appalling. Look at how you are sitting there, with your legs apart! Today we will work on teaching you to sit and stand like a prim, proper lady. Lets begin with your posture."

Tom let out a giggle. The first week had been like a fantasy for him. He had dressed up as a girl every day, and done only 'girly' things. He was learning how to sew, how to cook, how to put on makeup, how to dress up pretty, how to fix his hair, how to do his nails. He did only girl's chores, cleaning the house, working on the flower garden, and making lemonade for Uncle John and Nichole, who was posing as him, doing all the hard manual labor around the farm.

He had even pretended to have a period, to which Aunt Linda was very sympathetic. She served him herbal tea, and gave him a pill to help with the cramps! He had worn pantyliners and maxipads. Nichole had been right, when he asked Aunt Linda to buy more tampons for him, she did. He took one out, threw out the wrapping in the garbage, and hid it in his panties. Then later, he wrapped it up in several layers of toilet paper, and threw it out. Aunt Linda was convinced that he had a period!

When they had decided to do the switch with each other, they had thought they could fool their Aunt and Uncle for a day or two. Now it was over a week, and there was no sign that either of them were going to be caught! The longer it went on, the more grateful that Tom was. He was living out a fantasy which he never thought would come true. He was a girl, for all intents and purposes.

Now Aunt Linda was teaching him how to stand, sit, and move like a girl. She was instructing him how to cross his legs, to make sure he kept his ankles together at all times when seated, and never to sit with his legs spread apart. Knees together!

He loved the feel of being wrapped around by a skirt. Today, she made him dress up in something very frilly and fancy. The feeling of silk against his body, and of the soft material of his petticoat rubbing up against the silk stockings on his legs was downright addicting. He wanted to dress up like this all the time.

He was even used to the feeling of having 'boobs' now, and used to the bra. At first, it had been a strange feeling to have the straps constantly pulling on him. But now, when he didn't wear a bra, it felt like something was missing. He just wished that Nichole had let him get bigger fake boobs. He wished he had real ones, large and firm.

But for now he was just overjoyed at the lessons he was learning from his Aunt. She was making him walk now with a book balanced on his head, so he would learn perfect posture. He was excited that his hair would grow out all summer, and before too much time, it would be long enough that he could do something with it, like curls, or a fuller hair style. He couldn't wait to have long beautiful hair. Aunt Linda gave him a special shampoo for the health of his scalp, and to him to brush his hair three times a day to help stimulate the hair follicles. He didn't know if it would really help make his hair grow faster, but he was willing to give it a try!

 

Nichole meanwhile was busy with her Uncle, working on a problem with the plumbing in the set tub in the basement. She was learning about tools, fixing things, mechanical devices, engines, tractors, and how to chop firewood. She had even run the chainsaw to cut up the log into sections before she split it with the axe.

Her hands were dirty all the time, and not even soap and water got all the stairs off around the edges of her short nails. But she didn't care, she loved the fact that nobody was pushing her now to do things like...well, like what Tom was doing. She looked at him taking small steps around the house, wearing a peach colored dress, in makeup, with painted fingernails. She was *so* glad that it was not her in that dress. She would have died if she had been forced to do all that. Being a girl and doing dainty feminine things disgusted her. She was glad that Tom enjoyed it, because it free her to do the things that *she* liked.

 

After dinner each day, the two would take a long walk.

"Isn't that nice" said Aunt Linda, loud enough for them to hear. "A romantic walk for a young couple like that."

Tom looked over his shoulder to her, smiled and winked as Nichole took ahold of his hand.

"I just feel so free, now that I'm a girl!" said Tom, once they were out of earshot.

"Me too" replied Nichole. "This is even better than I imagined. I am having the most fun I've had in all my life."

"Same here" said Tom. "So many nights I had gone to sleep imagining myself wearing a dress and being a girl. Now I'm living my fantasy. And it is even better than I could have imagined. The more girly Aunt Linda makes me act, the more I love it."

"And I just love being a boy" replied Nichole, nodding her head in agreement. "I'm doing male bonding with Uncle John, if you can believe that. He's telling me dirty jokes now, and slapping me on the back. He told me that I'm going to get to come with him to hang out with the guys for poker night next week."

"Wow. That must be the day when Aunt Linda is taking me to a quilting bee. We're working on our quilt still, but there is are some newlyweds in town, and all the women gather together for a flurry of sewing, so that in one night we can put together a quilt for them. It is a tradition in the town. And she says I'm good enough at sewing, that I'm going to be able to hang out with the other women, and join them."

"You make a better me, than me" laughed Nichole. "You fit right in as a girl."

"And same for you. You are acting just like they all want me to. You're a better 'Tom' than I am."

They stopped and looked each other in the eye.

"You're so pretty" said Nichole, putting her hand on Tom's soft smooth face.

"And you're so rugged, so handsome" he said.

They moved closer together, and as the last rays of the sun turned bright red before fading over the horizon, their lips touched together for the first time. Nichole, being the male, pressed harder to Tom, who was more passive. She put her hands on his butt, and pulled him close to her. He could feel the hardness of her fake manhood pressing into him, and he felt a tingle go up and down his spine. Nichole felt the softness of Tom's fake boobs, and had a similar reaction.

"I love you" whispered Tom.

"I love you" said Nichole.

They shared another kiss, then started walking towards the barn. The hayloft upstairs had a single lightbulb, and would be the perfect place for two eighteen year olds to make out together.

 

* * *

 

On the way home from the quilting bee, Tom was so excited that he just couldn't stop talking.

"Well Nichole" said Aunt Linda. "You were very quiet and shy when you first arrived. But now, you not only look and act like a lovely young woman, you are a regular chatty Cathy! Didn't I tell you that you would come to enjoy being feminine?"

"You're right Aunt Linda. I need to apologize for being so resistant at first, and I need to thank you for all you've helped me."

"Apology accepted" she said, smiling. "But don't thank me yet. There is much more you need to learn. You can't make up for missing your girlhood in just a month. We will work on you the rest of the summer."

Tom smiled. He felt so special, being a girl.

 

"How was poker night?" asked Tom, as he and Nichole sat in the hayloft, holding each other.

"A bunch of guys sitting around, telling stories about conquests of women, while they drank."

"What about poker?"

"They played that too, nickel ante. But I think it was just an excuse for them to get together without any woman, and let loose being crude and sexist."

"So you didn't like it?" said Tom.

"No, I loved it! I hate women who get all prudish. I let loose with a couple of the dirty jokes that Uncle John taught me, and they all cracked up. Soon, I was drinking a beer, playing poker, and smoking a cigar!"

"They let you smoke?"

"Yup. I was one of the guys. They asked me if I had a girlfriend, and I told them yes. I told them I was in love with a girl, who was very beautiful and ultrafeminine. I told them how she wears the softest prettiest clothes, how she wears her makeup just right, and how she kisses me so tenderly."

Tom felt his heart race. She was talking about him! To hear someone talk about him like that overwhelmed him with feelings. He felt like a girl now. He really did. He was even in love himself...with a boy. He thought of Nichole as a boy. She was no girl, at least not to him.

"At the sewing bee, the other teenage girls asked me if I had a 'steady'. I told them I had a boy who was rugged and handsome. He had strong muscles, and broad shoulders. But he was loving and tender, but he could sweep me off my feet when he grabbed me roughly and kissed me. They were all jealous. I think they liked me. I got invited to a wedding shower next week. We're going with Uncle John and Aunt Linda to the wedding too, so you'll get to wear a suit and tie, and I'll get to wear a formal dress."

"Wow, that would be awesome."

 

The young couple held each other close, and started necking. Nichole noticed that Tom's ears were pierced, and he was wearing pretty ear rings. He hadn't mentioned that to her. It must have been very recent. His hair was getting longer a bit now, and looked prettier. She noted how he was starting to talk a lot more, while most of her answers were getting shorter. They were both picking up the mannerisms of the gender they were hanging out with for most of their days. Tom was becoming more and more like a girl all the time, while Nichole was more and more like a boy.

They both loved it, and neither one had ever been happier in their lives.

 

* * *

 

The night of the wedding brought mixed emotions to Tom. On the one hand, it was going to be one of the most exciting nights of his life. He was dressing up in a really fancy dress that Aunt Linda had worn when she was younger. His hair was longer now, and they had done it 'up'. He wore heavy makeup, and high heel shoes. He looked and felt just like a princess.

He knew that right now, Nichole was learning how to tie a tie, and that she would come out of her room wearing a suit, which would melt his heart. He loved her completely, as she loved him. This would be such a fun, romantic night for them to be together, dance, and fall even deeper in love (if that was even possible).

But on the other hand, the night marked a sad occasion, in that it meant there would be just one week left before they were to return home. Tom was so happy being Nichole all summer long! How could he return to the dull drabness of being a boy again? That would be like going to prison, as far as he was concerned. How could he go around not wearing a bra? How could he not enjoy the feel of the wind under his skirt? How could he ever go back?

Tom gasped when Nichole walked through the door. She looked so handsome in her suit, that his heart just melted, and he felt weak in the knees.

"I've never seen you look better" he said. "I've never seen such a handsome young man."

"You're really pretty tonight Nichole" said Nichole. "You're beautiful like a flower."

Tom felt a tear well up in his eyes. He wanted to cry for joy. He had never felt so female. At that moment, it was easy to believe that he really was a girl, and she was a boy. She went to kiss him.

"Lightly! I just put on my lipstick!"

 

At the wedding, Tom did cry as he saw the young couple exchange their vows, and kiss after they put on the rings. Then everyone went over to the VFW hall, were the reception was held. There were lots of girls in town who knew Tom from the quilting bee, the shower, and other activities he had done with Aunt Linda. They all wanted to chat with him, gossip, and ask her about 'Tom', the cute boy she was dating. But Tom just wanted to be with Nichole all night. But as a girl, it was sometimes hard to get away from the other girls. You couldn't just be rude. You had to ask them questions after they asked you one. So for the first couple of hours, Tom was among the girls.

He would look over, and see Nichole laughing and drinking with the guys from poker night, the bachelor party, and all the other things that she had done with Uncle John. The guys were drinking heavily, and Nichole looked like she fit right in with them, with their loud rude talk.

But finally, Nichole came to rescue Tom.

"Excuse me ladies, but this is my favorite song. Nichole, do you want to dance?"

"I would love to" said Tom, his voice trembling, as he took her hand, and went out on the dance floor. Up to this point, there had only been a few single women dancing by themselves in a group. But once a real couple went out onto the dance floor, it started to fill up. Three songs later, it was full.

The DJ changed over to a slow dance song, and the couples pressed up against each other. Tom could feel Nichole's fake manhood pressing into his soft body.

"I wish that was real" he whispered in her ear. "I wish I was a real girl, so you could take me home tonight and make love to me."

"We will make love tonight" said Nichole. "I'm going to make love to you, my pretty little girl."

Tom melted again, and almost collapsed into Nichole. Her body was so strong, and he was so weak. She led as they danced. The more he felt her lead, the more he was willing to follow. He loved the feeling of having a strong boy in control. He was such a soft gentle girl inside.

 

* * *

 

After a night of dancing and partying, they had driven home. Uncle John and Aunt Linda had been drinking heavily. Nichole had told Tom to wait to hear them snoring in bed, then to meet up in the hay loft. Tom changed into a casual skirt and sleeveless V-neck shirt, because the pretty gown was too nice to wear in a barn! When he got up to the hayloft, Nichole was already there.

The young lovers embraced each other, and started kissing. Nichole pushed Tom down, got on top of him, and kissed hard. She held Tom's wrists down, and he felt helpless and in her control. She had swept him off of his feet, and he would do anything for her.

Nichole took off her pants, and pulled them down. Then she reached up inside of Tom's skirt, and pulled off his panties. He had left his gaff off, and now she had free access to his manhood, which was completely aroused. She lowered her boxers, and took our her fake manhood. Then she pulled up the top of Tom's skirt, and climbed on top of him. He easily slipped up inside her, because she was so wet.

"You are such a pretty girl" she said, putting her hands on Tom's fake breasts. "You turned me on all night, seeing your boobs and your curves. I was hard all night for you."

"Put it to me" said Tom. "Go into me all the way. I want to feel you up inside me."

"You're my woman" said Nichole, as she pumped up and down. "You're my girl."

"I'm your girl" said Tom. "And you're my strong handsome man. Oh baby, yes! Give it to me!"

"You're a woman" said Nichole.

"You're so big! I can feel you inside me!" said Tom.

"Your boobs turn me on so much!" said Nichole.

"Oh yes baby, fill me up!" said Tom.

"You're such a hot chick. I'm going to screw you all night" said Nichole.

"Oh my man, I love you" said Tom. "Oooh!"

They came together, and collapsed in a pile. Tom never had sex before in his life. And now he had, pretending that he was the girl. It was exhilarating!! It was magnificent! For a moment, just before he came, he had felt completely female. Like for one shining moment, he really was a girl.

Nichole had felt the same. She had wished that she really was up inside her girlfriend, instead of just pretending. But it was glorious for her when she came. For one single moment, she really did believe that she was a guy. It was the best moment of her entire life.

Now she was floored with a feeling of warmth and love for Tom. She wanted to be with him all the time. She would never let him go. And soon, she could share her secret with him, which she had been waiting all summer to tell him.

 

* * *

 

As Tom got on the train, he never felt so sad before in all his life.

"I love you Aunt Linda" he said, crying as they hugged. "I'll always remember this summer. It will always be very special to me."

"Promise you'll write" said Aunt Linda.

"And tell me if Amy and Paul have a boy or a girl" said Tom. "And tell me how Becky's honeymoon goes. Tell me all the town gossip."

"I will she said, wiping her eyes. Where was a scruffy young girl had arrived on the train, it was an elegant grand young lady who was leaving. She had done her job well. The girl had even confessed to her that she was in love with her cousin.

"We even kissed in the hayloft" said Tom.

Linda smiled. They had done more than that. John had found a pair of panties up there. But it was all right. She had helped bring out the girl in her young student. Her mother had said she hadn't even been interested in boys! But she had even helped fix that. And the girl was leaving with a beautiful handmade quilt she had sewn herself. Linda was proud. Nichole was quite a girl, in her book. She never did realize that all along it had been Tom.

 

"Sorry I'll miss the harvest" said Nichole.

"Don't worry, the Miller boys will come help."

"Don't forget to check the timing on that valve. I think I've got it fixed, but if it starts to go again..."

"Sure will" said John. He gave Nichole one final firm handshake, and a rough slap on the back.

"Don't let the city turn you all soft. If you ever want to, you come back and stay with us again."

"Sure will" said Nichole, as she got on the train.

Uncle John was proud. He had taken a soft boy, and turned him into a man. A man who could fix an engine, put in plumbing, run a heavy machine, and chop wood. The boy had even told him that he had bagged his cousin in the hayloft.

"Don't tell her you know. You know how women are."

"Got that right" John had said. "I'm proud of you boy. That is one pretty girl, and it took all summer, but you finally got your rocks off."

 

Now he sadly watched the boy go. He was proud of what kind of man the boy had become. He never did realize that all along it had been Nichole who had been working with him all summer. He hoped the couple would return one day, but he knew it was unlikely. They would go off and get jobs now, so if they ever did return, it would be for a short stay. And he was sure that he would get invited to the wedding if they were really in love, like Linda had told him they were.

 

* * *

 

The train rolled out of the farm country, and towards Chicago. Tom and Nichole had a private room this time, so they were completely alone. They held hands, but Tom felt time pressing down on him.

"Its such a shame" he said. "Now that I've got such long pretty hair, I'm going to have to cut it all off, and go back to being a stupid boy. This summer has been so marvelous, so wonderful! But its all over now, and we have to go back to being ourselves. When do we have to change back?"

Nichole smiled. Now was the time for her surprise.

"Never" she said.

 

Tom was stunned. He must not have heard her correctly.

"Never?" he said, tentatively.

"Yes my love, never. I have a plan. But you must be very brave if we are to do what I think we both want to do."

"And what is that?" he asked, feeling queasy, excited, and nervous all at the same time.

"I told you that my side of the family has money. After the summer it is my turn to get my part of the trust fund. I can't spend it all of course, I only get a small part of it. A few hundred thousand dollars."

"What?" said Tom, not believing it.

"Yes. I've had my lawyer buy a nice townhouse for me in Chicago, downtown. I'm not going home. I'm staying in the city. And you can too."

"You mean?"

"Yes my love. We can still live together. And we can still be each other. But more than that."

"More?" he said, in complete shock.

"Yes. There is a clinic here. Where they perform a certain operation. I have an appointment for us, for tomorrow."

"What operation?"

"Let me put it bluntly. If you go with me tomorrow, we will get admitted into the program. They will start you on estrogen, and they'll put me on testosterone. After a year, you can go back for the next stage. They will cut off your balls and your dick, and surgically create a pussy for you. And of course, you can have breast implants, or wait for the estrogen to act on you and grow your own boobs naturally."

"And for you?" said Tom meekly.

"They'll remove my little boobs, and make my look male in the chest. The testosterone will make hair grow on my chest, just like a boy. Then they'll do a hysterectomy to remove my female stuff. And they'll do several surgeries to create a dick for me."

Tom blushed at the blunt use of terms for the male sex organs. He had always wished he was a girl, but he had never contemplated having surgery to fix the problem. Nichole's graphic description of having it all cut off gave him a start. But the thought of being permanently a girl, of having real boobs, of *being* female full time, even taking female hormones? That sounded like paradise for him. But having his manhood cut off? He suddenly had doubts.

"Look" she said, reading the look on his face. "It is very simple. I am going to become a man, one way or the other. As a man, I need a woman. I'm in love with you, and I want you to be my woman. I'll help you become the woman you always wished you were. But you don't have to do this. I'll find some other chick if you don't want to do this."

"I love you" said Tom. "I really do. I just never thought about having an operation like this."

"So you'll miss having a dick? Is that what you're saying?"

"No! I don't want one. I hate it. I hate when it gets hard when I look at a girl. Its like my body is betraying me. I want to get rid of it. Now. I just never thought about it before. I love you, with all my heart. I want to be with you always. I want to be your girl."

"You understand that this is permanent? No going back? Once they chop you off, you'll never be a guy again."

"I don't want to be a guy at all, ever. I *am* a girl inside. And now I can be one on the outside too."

"So you'll do it?" said Nichole.

"Yes my love. Make me become your girl."

They hugged each other, and kissed.

"I love you Nichole" said the young woman dressed in boy's clothes.

"You called me Nichole" said the young man who looked like a girl.

"Yes. You are Nichole now. I'm not her anymore. *You* are."

"And you are Tom now" he replied. "*I* am Nichole."

The young lovers held each other and share another kiss. They were each other now, permanently switched. And within a year, their bodies would be corrected to match their inner images of their selves, and each other...

  

  

  

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