Copyright 2000 by Samantha Michelle. Permission given to post on FictionMania and C.Sprite's StorySite.

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Teddy Bear                    by: Samantha Michelle

 

When I was growing up, I was the bane of all the kids’ sporting groups. Not because of anything I did. It was because of my father. He was the most obnoxious, demanding, and insistent "Sports Parent" in town. I, on the other hand, was the most meek, docile kid in our area. Teddy Bear Williams, they called me. Which made my life even worse than it should have been.

My daddy was a minor league ball player who was injured before he made it to the majors. I was the third and last child, and the only boy, so Dad named me after the great athlete, Ted Williams. I was to grow up and be what he had been, according to him, unfairly denied. A professional athlete.

So as I grew up it was baseball, sports, baseball, sports, and more baseball. Dad threw fits when he would find me playing house or dolls with my older sisters. By ten I was a decent infielder, fairly fast and accurate, but lacking the body strength to hit or throw well. I didn’t like hardball at all, but the coaches loved me because I was really a "team" player. It was "every kid for the glory of their fathers" baseball, with the parents fighting like grandstand drunks over every close call. It was this non-aggressive, kind-and-gentle attitude that got me stuck with the nickname "Teddy Bear".

So when I had a chance I played with my sister’s friends, even though they were older. I really fit in better with them.

Even among baseball players, long hair was in, so Dad finally gave up and let me grow mine. By the time I was thirteen, and Dad got a decent new job with a construction company, (which kept him on the road a lot), I had hair longer than my sisters’. And, despite his objections, pierced ears.

I still loved playing girl games with my sisters and their friends, which usually got me yelled at by Dad. But as long as I was on a team he didn’t ground me. Just after I turned fifteen, my sisters snuck me out of the house to join them at a slumber party. I was really afraid I would get caught. My older sister, Mary, just smiled. "Their parents won’t be back for at least two hours, so…" She and Julie, one of her friends, grabbed me and hauled me into a bathroom, and told me to be quiet.

"Strip" was their next command, but since they were as strong as me, and had sharp fingernails, I decided not to argue. When I was down to my briefs, they tossed all my clothes out the door. "Everything" caused me to turn beet red, and turning around, I dropped my drawers. Julie’s "cute ass" made me want to run, but streaking did not seem a good idea. "Hey, he’s got too much hair on his legs" didn’t make sense. Then I found myself having my long hair forced up under a tight plastic bathing cap, and then being shoved into the shower. Mary handed in a pink bottle. "Follow the instructions, including, if you can find any, your beard." That was a sore point with me. I had about five decent chin whiskers. I looked at the bottle.

"Hey, this is hair remover. Only girls shave their legs…"

Julie stuck her head into the shower, and I tried to cover myself up. "Do it, or we’ll do it for you…" she paused "And maybe take pictures…" As I started to drop my guard, she stuck her head back in and added "When you have done the front, back up to the curtain, and we’ll do your back." The stuff stank. But having a girl rub even gooey smelly stuff all over your back, and backside, was a strangely wonderful feeling. I was glad I was facing away.

Twenty-five minutes later I was hairless, and rinsed off. They then handed in some shampoo, and finally a scented conditioner. This I was used to, but the conditioner was the expensive stuff that really made my hair softer. I toweled off in the shower, and they informed me I needed to rub lotion all over my body. As before, I did the front, and they did the back. I had never felt my skin so smooth. I really wanted some privacy after they finished my back, and they chuckled and said I had five minutes. As soon as they left I tried, but everything just shrank back down. Even with the lotion all over my hands. Drat.

When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in the towel. They returned and dragged me back to Julie’s huge bedroom, where the other four girls were waiting. I tried to turn and run, but they tackled me and quickly tied my hands and feet with pantyhose. I had also lost the towel, and being tied up got me really aroused, so I wound up pinned there, face up, with my penis trying to pretend it was a flag pole. Each of the girls took turns examining me.

Sharon, a tiny, really cute redhead with a rather wild (and as I was to find out later, well deserved) reputation, told them to cover my eyes with a piece of cloth. I heard giggling, and when they pulled off the cloth, she was standing, naked, over my midsection. I found myself staring at her privates, which were competing with her bare, hard-pointed breasts for my attention. She started to massage herself over me, and when she started to close her eyes and moan, I shot everything I had all over myself.

When I regained my composure I was so embarrassed I started to cry. But Sharon was starting to shake and croon and was actually burying most of her hand in her privates. I was so fascinated I forgot to be embarrassed as, for the first time, I watched a girl reach orgasm. And what an orgasm. Mary and another girl caught her just before she collapsed on top of me. Julie’s "enjoy the show?" brought me out of my trance. I tried to roll over, but a "Hey, not till you’re cleaned up" made me stop. She went and got a washcloth, and scrubbed me like I was a little kid. When she began on my privates, I tried to object, but she gave me a squeeze that made me freeze. "Not a good idea…" I got the message.

My younger sister, Beth, announced that Julie’s parents should be here in about half an hour, so they’d better get finished. So they untied my feet, and hauled me up. I was quickly advised that the two who were going to work on my hair would paddle me with the hairbrushes if I cause any ruckus. A painful test swat that left a large red mark told me they meant business.

Julie brought out a pair of white satin elastic control briefs, and after working the very tight garment on, reached around and pulled my now shrunken privates back and up between my legs. Another tug on the briefs, and I looked like I was a girl from the waist down. I stood there in shock as they dressed me in panty-hose, a slip, and a very short, shirt-waisted dress. One girl’s "too flat" caused Julie to stop, and go looking for something. Shortly she returned, and pulled off the slip. I felt her smear something on my chest. When I tried to look down, she pulled on my hair, making me look up. "Don’t even think of it". I was quickly blindfolded by someone.

The two with the hairbrushes returned to their tasks. A couple of minutes later she very careful pushed a cool, squishy, heavy object onto one side of my chest, and a second onto the other. They stuck firmly, and as she smoothed them into place, I realized what she had done. I felt something firm and silky being pulled over my arms, and wrapped around me, and whimpered as a bra was fastened behind my back.

When she tried to button up the dress, it wouldn’t fit my waist. Again she departed, and when she returned I could hear giggling. A moment later I felt something stiff with heavy elastic and what seemed to be metal rods being wrapped around me, and moments later I was trying to breathe as two of them stretched it into place, and fastened all the hooks. It fit from my hips to the bra. The dress now buttoned easily.

I felt the familiar tugging and pulling as they braided my hair, something my sisters often did that I really liked, and my Dad hated. They told me to sit down on a stool, and I found out I had to sit fairly straight, or be jabbed by whatever I was wearing under the dress. One of them warned me not to move, and I felt someone pulling hairs out of my eyebrows. My "Hey, just a minute" got me swatted hard on the butt. I sat still, and soon they were putting makeup on me. When they put lipstick on me I knew my life was over. I wasn’t quite accurate. They had more planned.

"Needs shoes" sent someone scurrying out of the room. I felt a pair of really curved short boots being forced on my feet. They were tight in the toes, and forced my feet downward. Someone’s "Hey, they fit great" didn’t help as they buckled them on. When they let my feet down I realized the boots had really high heels.

I was pulled to my feet, and I tottered on the heels, which seemed to be way too high. They helped me stagger out of the room and down the hall. The feeling of the hose on my bare legs, and the light swish of the skirt on my thighs was entrancing. I started to swivel and roll my hips like I had seem a model on TV do, and suddenly I was walking fairly well. The jiggling on my chest was distracting.

Their yanking off the blindfold had me blinking at the light. They were all staring at me. Most with a surprised expression. Julie’s "Awesome" made me turn around to see what she meant. I was facing a big triple wall mirror. Looking at a pretty auburn-haired girl in a very short dress, with long braided hair and great legs.

Mesmerized, I slowly pivoted to see every part of her. The big, wide eyes, pouting lips, high cheekbones, and swelling chest made my heart pound. I ran my hands over my body, caressing myself. It was like I had always wanted to feel, but had never known what I wanted. I turned to look at them. They were staring at me with concern. Mary came over and hugged me. "Hey, you okay, little brother?" I nodded, and started crying. It took her a moment to realize these were happy tears.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you…" was all that would come out. Julie looked at me like I was crazy. We slowly went back to Julie’s room. I automatically added the proper hip swing, and got a "God, I wish I looked as good in heels and a mini as she does" from Sharon. After cleaning up my tears, they had just repaired my makeup, and Sharon had put her clothes back on when we heard a car pull up. I started to panic, but Mary laughed and said "No one here but us girls’ right?" I looked around, and at myself. "Yeah, like, just us girls, like right…." It came out sounding valley girl, and got me some more strange looks.

They helped me down the stairs, which was really hard in the heels. I was so nervous I was afraid I would pee myself as Julie made the obligatory introductions. When she got to me, the tallest and obviously shyest of the group, she stuttered. Beth kicked her. "This is my cousin Teddy, who’s visiting us on and off this summer." I nodded and very gently shook hands with Julie’s parents, whom I knew had both seen and met me several times as Ted.

"Well, I can see the family resemblance" was their only comment. It was like I had morphed into someone else. They told us to have fun and keep the noise down. We quickly headed down to the basement recreation room. Because I was not yet moving well in the heels, the others made several runs up to get mattresses and linens. It wasn’t long before we were all sitting around, having fun. I had forgotten how I was dressed. When Beth mentioned that she wanted to get comfortable, as this was supposed to be a slumber party, clothes started flying.

I just sat there and stared. Sharon’s "well, girl, get with the program" caused me to fumble with the wrong-sided buttons. A moment later Sharon realized what was wrong, and helped me loosen the dress. Julie stopped her, and dashed upstairs. Five minutes later I was free of the heels, confining corselet, at least that’s what they called it, and was swirling around in a long, soft flannel nightgown. I kept hugging it to myself, and letting the fabric swing coolly across my hose-covered legs. I barely noticed the others staring intently at me.

Mary’s "Earth to Teddy Bear, this is mission control" finally broke through, and I blushed crimson realizing what I had been doing. But it felt so, well, wonderful. When I said that out loud, Julie moved back, but Sharon came over and gave me a big hug. "Welcome aboard, cutie." Her tongue-sharing kiss tried to make things rise, but not the way I was tucked in. Soon we were back to sitting around and chatting like any group of teen-age girls. Just as we always did.

I couldn’t help but stare at the others, especially Tina. She had stripped to her panties, and I was enthralled by the size of her breasts, and her huge, firm nipples. She was by far the best endowed girl in the group. She looked back at me. "Jealous?" and cupped them softly, making her nipples instantly stand up into hard points. I nodded. She looked at my bra. "Yours are just right."

I looked down, and shook my head sadly. "I wish I had real ones like you." There was a sudden silence. I found everyone staring at me, and then realized what I had said. Tina came over and hugged me. "You really mean it, don’t you?" I nodded through a new set of tears. Then shook my head, then nodded, then buried my face in my hands as I felt the whole world turn black and collapse around me.

I woke up with my head on Tina’s lap, a cool wet cloth on my forehead. Everyone else was sitting there watching me. They had pulled off the too-tight briefs and replaced them with a pair of cotton panties. Mary was the first one to say anything. "Teddy, are you going to be all right? I mean, like we did it for fun, and well, didn’t think you’d be this upset…"

Julie added "It was my idea to dress you all the way as a girl. I never thought you’d like go ballistic and… well, come out of the closet…"

That made me start. "Julie, what the heck do you mean by out of the closet"

She looked at me. "Well only gay guys like to wear girls clothes and grow their own boobs and…"

"And get off just looking at a naked girl playing with herself?" This from Sharon. "Unh Unh. I know some gay guys. To them I’m as much of a turn-on as a baloney sandwich" She looked thoughtful, then grinned and wiggled seductively "Maybe you’re a lesbian…" Beth nailed her with a pillow. From much experience I knew that girl’s pillow fights could be hazardous to my existence.

So I grabbed the first thing I could to cover myself. Which happened to be Tina, who seemed similarly inclined to avoid battle. I wound up with her bent over me, hiding under a large comforter. This also meant that she had a nipple jammed into my mouth. I don’t know why, probably fond memories of my infant days, but I slowly started to suck on the nipple. She gave a little gasp, pulled back a bit, but I was firmly attached, and she started to quiver. She quickly repositioned herself, and placed one of my hands in her panties. And one of hers in mine. We soon forgot about the pillow fight. She was incredibly warm and wet. When, fascinated, I started working my fingers in and out, she started massaging my penis.

We were lost in wonderful feelings when someone yanked off the comforter. Angie, one of the quieter girls, pointed at us. "I told you they were playing doctor."

I tried to retrieve my hand, but Tina’s moaning "Don’t’ stop, Please… please please…," as well as her firm grip on another part of me, convinced me to ignore Angie. So we continued until Tina started to buck and moan and stuffed a pillow in her mouth and screamed as she clamped her thighs together and forced herself against me time and time again. Her sporadic gripping and pulling on me, combined with all the body contact resulted in my coming midway through her gymnastics, and when I bit hard on her nipple she slammed against me like it was the best thing I had done.

We lay there exhausted, and looked at each other with almost glazed eyes. I managed to retrieve my hand, which was covered with thick, sticky liquid. Fascinated, I licked it off. I could hear someone mumbling "oh my god…" It tasted, well, different. But good. Tina grinned and did the same with hers. Her eyes got wide, then feisty, and she reached down and scraped up every bit she could find, licking it off like candy. I think Julie and Mary sprained their eyebrows.

When we decided to untwine, there were five pairs of eyes staring intently at us. Most looked jealous. Sharon had a dreamy look. Tina stretched, which separated her now very swollen nipple from my mouth. She smiled "Definitely not gay." I just snuggled up to her, and softly rubbed her other breast. I think she purred. Soon there was a general suggestion that we get some sleep.

Angie asked if she could borrow Julie’s room for little while, and almost everyone made crotch-rubbing motions. "Damn right…" was her only comment as she sped up the stairs. Beth muttered "It’s a big bed…" and followed her.

Julie and Mary looked at each other, grinned, and disappeared under a pile of covers. I soon noticed that their feet were sticking out of opposite ends, and the covers were moving rhythmically. Tina got up, collected more covers, and suggested I pull up the panties and straighten the nightgown. I looked down and agreed.

She went to her bag, pulled out a super-soft satin gown, and slid it over her head. Sharon had pulled out a long flannel gown like they had given me. Next to Tina ,she looked like a little kid. Instead of her usual bravado, she said in a small voice "Hey, it’s like really lonely sleeping by myself…" Tina and I looked at each other, and nodded. We three were soon snuggled together, and chuckled softly when the sounds from under the other covers got really loud.

I woke up the next morning feeling like a different person. And a sandwich. I was curled against Sharon, and Tina was sort of wrapped around me. It was wonderful. The sudden realization that I needed to go to the bathroom, NOW, hurt. I managed to extract myself, and made it just in time. When I opened the door t leave, Mary dashed in. I guess I started something. Shortly everyone had made their mad dash, and were back under the covers where it was warm. A clumping on the stairs caused us to look up, and an oversized, blanket-wrapped "something" sort of oozed down the stairs and over to an empty mattress. Angie’s head popped out.

Mary’s "Hey, where’s Beth?" caused Angie’s head to disappear and be replaced by Beth’s.

Through bleary eyes she mumbled "Sleep. Need sleep." What looked like Angie’s arm came up and pulled her back into the cocoon. Mary’s "Must have been quite a night" got no intelligible response.

Half an hour later the downstairs crew were all sitting around in our nightgowns, munching on toast and drinking diet Pepsi. The cocoon was emitting assorted snoring noises. Sharon’s "I wish I had been a fly on the wall in Julie’s room, ‘cause it must have been some show" got a lot of agreement. A quiet tapping on the door was followed by Julie’s parents. I hurriedly glanced at myself. With the bra and nightgown on, I looked just like the others.

"We have a golf and tennis date with some friends at the club, so behave yourselves." They looked at us. "We should be back by six, so please make sure everything is cleaned up and put away." Julie got up and gave her parents kisses, promising that we’d be good. When the front door slammed shut, we all started to laugh. The cocoon still had not moved.

Julie and Mary walked over, grabbed the edge of the covers, and yanked. Beth and Angie rolled out onto the cold floor, still intertwined, completely naked. It took a moment for Beth to notice the cold floor. "Aieee!" She shrieked and rolled Angie under her. It took Angie a bit longer. Several screams later as they each tried to stay off the floor, they realized we were all watching. That got their undivided attention. They tried their best to cover themselves as they dove for separate blankets. Sharon grinned and ran up the stairs, returning with their night-clothes and underwear.

She looked at the labels. "Thirty-two almost A, that must be Beth". She handed her a pair of panties and the bra. Beth was hissing at her. "Thirty four, um, really padded B. That’s got to be Angie." She dangled it just out of Angie’s reach, who was blushing, then handed to her. A moment later the two exchanged panties, and slithered out of the covers to claim their nightgowns.

They tackled Sharon, and peeled off her bra. "Thirty B, damn." Was their final pronouncement. Sharon put it back on. They looked at Julie, Mary and Tina and me. And pounced on Julie. The "thirty-six B" was followed by an attack on Mary, who didn’t resist. "thirty-six C" then they approached Tina and mr.

Tina pulled off her nightgown, and then her bra. She was smiling. They read the label. "Thirty-four full D! Unfair!" She just laughed. Which made her jiggle. I reached over and lightly tweaked her nipples. That made her stiffen in several ways, and blush.

They looked at me. I shrugged, and tried to get the bra off. That caused a great deal of amusement. Finally Julie too pity and unhooked it. I stood there with two pink blobs swaying on my chest, feeling ridiculous. "Thirty-six B" seemed to mean something.

Julie suggested that we all get dressed, and told me to peel off the blobs. I was still trying to get an edge loose when she returned with my clothes. It was like they had become one with my skin. "Um, Julie, they won’t come off…" She gave me a funny look. "Mom wore them for a year after her surgery, and she took them off all the time…" her eyes got really wide, and she gasped, causing everyone to stare at her "until she sot some kind of special glue so she could go swimming…" She ran upstairs. I stared at her.

"Shit shit shit…" was all we heard as she dashed back down the stairs, carrying a small bottle. Mary grabbed it, and read the label out loud.

"Millicent’s Magical Mastectomy and Surgical Prosthesis Adhesive. Guaranteed never to let you down. Flexible adhesive that is stronger than your skin! Impervious to water, salt, and alcohol. Ideal for swimming. Cautions: May cause irritation of fresh scar tissue. Not to be used within three months after surgery. Contains small amounts of cyranolate and neoprene adhesives. Warning: Cannot be removed after one hour without major surgery. Typical release occurs with natural shedding of outer skin in six to eight weeks. Note: For longer, stronger adhesion, apply to slightly moist skin after deep dermal cleansing, such as provided by most depilatories. Typical release time applied in this manner is in excess of three months."

I looked at Mary, who was staring at me, stricken. "Oh my God…" Everyone was staring at me. It started to sink in. I pulled at them, and felt them pulling on me. Tina grabbed the bottle, and scanned the label. Feeling dizzy, I sat down hard on a chair, which made them bounce painfully and I grabbed them. Sharon looked sympathetic. Tina grabbed a phone and started dialing. Mary came over and hugged me, crying. I could hear Tina speaking to someone.

She slammed the telephone down. "Damn!" and came over to me. "That was the company’s hot-line. They discontinued this stuff last year, because there is no solvent…"

I tugged at the blobs. "That means…, I’m…, they’re…"

She nodded. "Yeah, welcome to boob city, Sis." I started to cry.

Beth’s "Dad is gonna blow a fuse," didn’t help at all.

It took the better part of an hour before I started to think logically. I tried on my clothes, and stared at the jiggling mounds. Even with the bra, I looked like a cheerleader wannabe. Mary went home and brought back an old, really tight sports bra. It made them seem smaller. But now I looked like a girl wearing a sports bra. Julie tried an elastic bandage, which hurt and didn’t make them disappear. Sharon was the one who finally stopped and screamed. It caused everyone to shut up and look at her.

"Hey, like they’re not gonna fall off any time soon. So it looks like she’d better plan on being one of us for a while. And I still say I wish I had her legs." That made me feel good. Not. Her "Julie, you have a tape measure?" started things rolling. Soon, much to my protestations, they were measuring me and writing stuff down.

After conferring between themselves, the three oldest, Tina, Mary and Julie, all dressed. Pointing at me, Mary said, "don’t go anywhere…" Sharon laughed. I stuck my tongue out. Tina’s "When?" made me blush. I wound up in the elastic briefs, someone’s short wrap skirt, the bra, and one of Julie’s stretch blouses. I felt that same peaceful yet exhilarating feeling, but looked weird, at least to me. When Sharon brought me a pair of frilly socks, I cringed, but she and the others soon had me back in the heeled boots. I loved the way I stood and walked in them. Even if my toes hurt.

I quickly learned not to bend at the waist to pick up something, as Sharon was really accurate with a rubber band. Even through the elastic shorts it HURT. It was not long before they were coaching my moves. I must have been a fast learner, because they had quit griping by the time everything was cleaned up and put away. When I automatically swept my skirt under me as I sat down for some refreshments, they were staring at me. "Quick study" quipped Angie, and everyone giggled.

The three shoppers returned with several bags of clothes from a local thrift store, and one big bag from an up-scale women’s place my mom liked. They stared at my outfit, and me, and shook their heads. I think it was Mary that was muttering "She looks too damn good…" We all headed to Julie’s room. Mary was the first to speak. "Well, since we did this to you, we figured it’s going to be up to us to help you make it through the couple of months…" I sat on the bed. Something clicked.

"I’m dead. School starts in two weeks… If Dad doesn’t finish the job, they will. I’ll be tarred and feathered and…" I started to panic.

They looked sadly at me. Sharon’s "Yeah, we know. So it’s either Ted and his boobs in the boys locker room or Teddy and her skirts chatting with us over lunch" didn’t help a bit.

I slumped back onto the bed. A very painful rubber band in the crotch made me slam my thighs together and pull down the skirt. I glared at Sharon. "Nice view, bad move." I hissed at her.

I had never been to a fashion show. Now I was the model. They started with a tight, short-legged, high-waisted panty-girdle that zipped on, and squeezed my male parts out of sight. They added stockings that felt so good when they pulled them on I almost hurt myself. It didn’t help when Tina patted my crotch. I moaned, and they all giggled. A new, soft bra with wider straps was next. I spent the next hour parading around in various combinations of skirts, blouses and dresses. They even had several pairs of shoes, all with at least three inch heels. I thought I would hate it, but by the end I was vamping, and strutting with a hip-swing that turned me on.

I then realized there were no normal clothes. Well, normal for me.

Like shorts and T shirts. "Ahem, how about things like pants…"

Julie looked at me. "Not until you’ve learned to move and act like a lady." Tina goosed her, and she almost jumped across the room. Rubbing her bottom, she added "Or at least like one of us." She glared at Tina, who was making a clown faces.

Beth, our self-appointed timekeeper, noted that we were supposed to be home in an hour. Mary gave Tina a hug, and looked at me. "So do you want to go to your execution in style, or like a slug?" I looked at her helplessly.

Tina made the decision for me. "If she’s gonna do it, then let’s do it right." They all nodded. I wondered if this was the way Louis the XIV felt. But I looked more like Marie Antoinette. They descended on me.

The seven of us walked slowly to our house. We were all wearing skirts or dresses, and heels. In hers, Tina was almost as tall as me. I had on a long, tightly-belted cotton shirt-dress, which brushed the tops of the heeled boots. My hair was in a French braid, and they had added lipstick and a bit of makeup and perfume. For a finishing touch they loaned me a locket necklace and long, dangly silver earrings.

When she opened the door, Mary announced that we were home, with friends. I could hear her being asked if she had seen her brother today. Mary giggled, looked at me, and smiling shouted "not a sign of him!" I wanted to run, but Tina and Julie anchored me in place.

Soon we were nervously sitting around our living room, snacking on what Beth had snitched out of the fridge, waiting for Mom and Dad to come downstairs. Dad was first, mumbling that he was going to strangle his missing son when he got home. Mom smiled and waived at us, and they headed into the kitchen. I could hear Sharon start counting in a whisper. "five, four, three, two…"

Sharon had reached one when Mom walked slowly back into the room, her eyes wide. Mom slowly looked at Beth, Mary and Me, who were sitting together on the couch. "Oh. Oh my…." Angie jumped up and helped her into a chair. She managed to keep from screaming. She finally got out a strangled "D, Da, Darrin, come here!".

Dad came back in, and, concerned by her frightened look, asked what was wrong. All Mom could do was point at the three of us. He looked around, saw us, and shrugged. "Sylvia, are you okay?" She was shaking her head and still pointing. He looked back at us. "Okay, what’s going on?"

Beth’s "I think Mom knows where our brother went," caused several of us to giggle. Personally,I was in dire danger of wetting myself.

He turned back to Mom and started to yell at her when he stopped like he had been hit with a bean-ball. He held onto her chair as he turned and counted daughters. When he reached three for the second time he started looking like a fish out of water, and quietly fainted right into Mom’s lap. It was probably the first time in his life he couldn’t come up with something unpleasant to say.

It took several of us to pick him up and lay him on the couch. Mom went for a wet cloth, and stared at us as she wiped his forehead. He woke with a start after a couple of minutes. He looked at Mom, then at the three of us, and back at Mom. She nodded, and he held his head in his hands. Beth brought him something to drink, and two aspirin. Mom made "me too" gestures. Soon they were both sitting opposite us, pointing and making croaking noises.

I guess that finally got to Sharon. She bounced up, mimicked having a microphone, and started. "For those who haven’t met them, here are the fabulous and beautiful Williams sisters. She grabbed Mary. "Here is the oldest, Mary. Mary, take a bow." She complied. She grabbed Beth. "Beth here is the middle child." She pushed Beth back to her seat. "And here for the first time on wide screen living room camera is their youngest daughter, Teddy." She pulled me to my feet. She was giggling too hard to speak loudly. "Teddy, welcome to This is your Life…" Angie and Julie fell out of their chairs laughing. Bright red, and shaking like a leaf, I curtsied, and tried to make a break for the door. And ran into Tina, who was waiting for me.

She pushed me back into my chair, shaking her head. I looked at Mom and Dad. Mom got up and came over to me. "T, Te, Teddy?…" there were tears in her eyes.

I got up, and in heels had to lean down to give her a hug. "Mom, I love you…" I paused "It’s not what you think…" Then the tears started and we both began to bawl. I didn’t notice when Dad got up, but soon he had his arms around us both. When we finally separated, Beth and Mary were the only others remaining. They were watching us, smiling.

Beth’s "I’m hungry, what’s for dinner?" broke the silence, and got her a nasty look from Dad. Soon we were all sitting at the kitchen table, as Mom silently made dinner. I got to my feet, grabbed an apron, and helped her. Just like I usually did. Except now I wasn’t wearing shorts and a T shirt.

Mom and I sat back down while things cooked in the oven, and I realized that someone had better break the silence before there was an implosion. My "Does someone want me to explain what is going on?" got emphatic nods from Mom and Dad. So I started at the beginning, asking them to let me finish before asking questions. They both nodded agreement. Dad almost exploded when I described how the girls had forced me into a dress, but Mom elbowed him in the ribs, and told him to shut up and listen.

When I got to the part of finding out that the artificial breasts were glued on for the duration, Mom started to laugh, and Dad was giving her a strange look. "Welcome to one of the inconveniences of being a girl…" She looked at me. "At least you won’t have to put up with having periods…" That got a groan from Dad and loud assent from my sisters.

Dad was frowning when I describing the decision I had made to go back to school as a girl until the glue let go. "And what about your mother and me. Don’t we get a say in this? And don’t you feel like a sissy, and a complete fool, in that, that dress…?"

I looked at him. It was true confessions time. "No. To both." His jaw almost hit the table. I walked over by the stove and pirouetted. "It’s me, not you, that will have to put up with the harassment, and, although you won’t understand it," I paused and looked at them, "I feel better, dressed like this, than I ever did wearing a stupid baseball uniform." He looked insulted. I pirouetted again, relishing the swirl of the skirt and the tightness around my waist. The next statement came out spontaneously "and I don’t think I ever want to go back to being Ted again." Mom jumped up and hugged me. Dad was just starting to say something when the timer bleeped.

He knew better than interfere with the cooking staff, and in a few minutes dinner was on the table. Dad took the opportunity to launch his tirade. "So, Teddy," he made the name sound icky, and continued like I was an affront to his existence "How do I explain to the guys at work, and to other parents that my son is a sissy and a fag? Ow!" Mom had kicked him, hard. He stopped and rubbed his leg. He tried to start in again. "Ow!" She kicked him again, this time in the other shin.

"Dad, what makes you think I’m gay?" I paused, and gave him an "I’ve eaten the canary" smile. "I have it on good authority that I’m definitely not." Mary choked, and Beth had to help her cough up a lima bean. Mom’s eyebrows went up fast, but Dad seemed to miss my statement and kept on going.

"Men don’t wear makeup, dresses and heels, and walk around swishing like a hooker." Mom suddenly sat up straight. When he opened his mouth to continue, she shoved in a Brussels’s sprout.

"Darrin, do you remember Willow Thompson?" Dad looked like the Brussels sprout had just turned into a hand grenade. He finally managed to chew and swallow it, and nodded slowly.

"Um, do you really think you should…." He sounded suddenly meek.

She threatened him with another one, and he shut up.

"Willie Thompson, who went by the name Willow, was one of Darrin’s and my classmates back in high school." She looked at Dad, who was staring at his plate. "If I remember correctly, you took her to the junior prom, when I came down with the flu…" Dad was turning red, and my sisters were looking at him with blackmail in their eyes. "Willow had been forced to dress like a girl by his mom since he was seven or eight, when she got tired of finding him wearing his sister’s clothes and playing their games. -Almost- everyone in town knew her story. She was a tall, really pretty girl. It caused a big scandal when ‘she’ was seen by a visitor using the boy’s washroom." I stared at Dad, who looked like he had just swallowed a toad. Alive.

"Willow’s mom had also been either letting him or forcing him to take birth control pills for years, which back then were really strong, and, well, she grew…" Mom looked embarrassed. "Really big on top and had this wonderful, round tush that made all the girls envious." Dad was starting to gurgle. "So when I got sick, she asked Darrin to take ‘her’ to the dance. Somewhere I’ve got pictures they took of them in the back seat of his old car after too many beers …"

"Sylvia, please?" Dad whined. She smiled.

"Anyway, it was just after we graduated and your father went to the Minors that I heard Willow had married one of the cheerleaders." She chuckled. "Rumor had it that the one she married was the only girl in school with a bigger chest…" She paused again, chuckling "I had forgotten about it completely for so many years."

Mary looked sharply at Dad. "And for years Teddy has been playing girl games with Beth and our friends, and you’ve been forcing him to do boy stuff…" He didn’t look well at all.

When I started to cry, everyone looked at me. "Does this mean that I’ve always wanted to be a girl? I mean, I like girls…" Beth cut me off. "Don’t worry about it, Sis." Mom gave me a hug. Dad got up and hugged us both.

His "Get ready for bed, I’ll go find us some dessert," surprised us all.

I had showered and put on panties, a clean bra, and one of the nightgowns they had bought me when I heard Dad’s car return. Beth and Mary were wearing PJs. When we all came downstairs, Dad’s eyes bulged out. Mom’s "I had always wondered what it would have been like if they were all girls," almost got her ice cream in the ear. We were chatting like nothing had happened when Mom pointed out that she and Dad had to be at work in the morning. Soon I was snuggled up in bed. Beth brought me one of her big stuffed animals. "I don’t think Dad is going to complain about you sleeping with Fuzzy any more." I smiled, and tucked Fuzzy the Frog in with me.

By the middle of the week Tina and I had cleaned out my drawers and closet. I kept my sweats and exercise stuff. Everything else went to the attic. We seemed to find each other’s company, well, energizing. Especially with the parents at work… On Thursday evening Mom told me she had made an appointment for me early in the morning, and to make sure I was showered and dressed nicely. She and Dad refused any questions, which made me really nervous. I called Tina, and at seven AM she and Sharon arrived to help. I wore the same outfit as on Sunday.

The appointment was in a medical business park, and I started to get antsy. Mom told me that I had no choice in this appointment, so I had to get moving. Soon I found myself being given a very complete physical by a lady Doctor who seemed unfazed my appearance and glued-on breasts. She told Mom to bring me back at three. I wound up giving way too much blood, and felt a bit queasy when we left.

There was another appointment; she just didn’t bother to mention it.

And it was across town. Here the sign said "Doctor of Psychiatry". She kept a firm grip on me, as I was getting skittish. Soon I found myself chatting about my life and the way I was dressed with a kindly looking older gentleman. This guy could talk a lawyer into revealing his misdeeds. When we finished I was famished, and I realized I had been in there for almost three hours. He and Mom conferred for a few minutes, and she left with a handful of papers.

Lunch was at a salad bar. I groaned when she mentioned that young ladies have to watch their figures. I had a bad feeling that I would soon become well acquainted with rabbit food. We made it back to the first Doctor just before three. This time there was no exam. We met in her office after she reviewed the papers Mom was carrying.

"Theodore Burton Williams" I nodded, and she paused. "I assume you prefer to be called Teddy?" I nodded again. "I wish all my patients were as healthy as you." I smiled "With the exception of your hormone balance, which is just slightly out of the normal range, there is absolutely nothing physically wrong with you. And although your estrogen level is slightly elevated, it is my opinion that there is no medical cause for your interest in dressing or acting like a girl." I nodded again, confused. Mom’s "So much for your father’s theory," made me giggle.

She picked up the papers from the psychiatrist’s office. "Dr. Winsloe has made a very strong case for a provisional diagnosis of gender dysphoria, Harry Benjamin types Four or Five, and has made the unusual recommendation of immediate medical intervention due to your plans for returning to school as a female." Mom and I had identical blank looks.

"In layman’s terms, gender dysphoria is a condition in which the body and mind follow the characteristics of opposite sexes. Thus the term dysphoria. In your case, you are a biological male with a primarily female behavioral pattern." We both nodded. "It is, however, not something one ‘cures’; it is a permanent part of who you are. And learning to live with this can be, well, challenging at best, and often horribly traumatic."

I broke in. "Wait a minute. You said I behave like a female, but I’m not gay. I like girls." She nodded.

"By behavioral pattern it means that you respond to situations, not sexual attractions, in a manner that is traditionally female. This is why you fit in so well with your female friends. They usually treat you like one of them, don’t they?" I nodded, realizing that had always been true.

"And the guys don’t like me because I don’t want to fight or play their violent games…, so it makes them think I’m weird…" This time she smiled.

Mom spoke up. "You said that there was no ‘cure’, but you also said that Dr. Winsloe recommended some sort of medical intervention?"

"Normally, before we try medical treatment to help a person who is gender dysphoric to fit in better on their chosen path, there is extensive psychological counseling, often lasting years. In Teddy’s case, because she is due to start school in a week, and is making a very sudden transition among a group that already knows her as a male, it may be appropriate." She looked at me. "Teddy, what medicine can do is to change your hormonal balance to trick your body into finishing puberty and adolescence as would a girl.

That means a lot of things. If we treat you, the most important, and quickest effect will be the profound effect on your emotional makeup. After a few days, if that is the path you choose, you will begin to have some rather dramatic mood swings, and may find yourself crying or being angry for no apparent reason. I suspect your sisters have been, or are going through this." Mom and I both nodded vigorously. "And these changes will make it easier for you to act like the other girls."

"The physical effects are, but not in order, that you will not grow more of a beard, your skin will get softer, and your voice won’t keep getting deeper. You will lose weight and muscle around your waist, and as well as upper-body strength, while putting on weight in your hips, thighs, and bottom. You will start to grow breasts."

She looked at me. "The next thing is very dosage-dependent. If we increase the medication to a high enough level, and give you other medicines to counter your production of testosterone, you will lose the ability to have an erection, or to father children. This is not a step I would recommend for you, and Dr. Winsloe recommends against it also."

Mom looked scared. I already knew my answer. "I want to keep what I’ve got. And someday I may want children. But the other effects sound good." Mom gave me a wide-eyed look. The doctor was smiling. "How soon will I start growing…" I pointed to my chest.

"You will probably find that the breast forms will be coming off at just about the right time. If you grow too quickly, we will have to surgically remove the forms, but depending on the thickness of your new skin underneath, it may not be too difficult by then. The reason we can’t just remove them now is that it would leave scars." I nodded, and looked at Mom.

She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "It’s your decision. And you don’t have to decide now."

"I don’t need to think about it. I already know." I looked at the Doctor. "When do I start?" Two shots in my rear later, we were headed home with paperwork for the school, several prescriptions, and a follow-up appointment in a month.

The entire crew was waiting for me when we returned. Over Dad’s protestations, they dragged me over to Julie’s house, and I spent the next hour describing the entire process. Sharon almost fainted when I described the shots. I guessed she had a real fear of needles.

When my sisters and I got back, Mom and Dad were waiting. I guess Mom must have explained what was happening, as he hugged me and told me he would try his best to treat me like he did my sisters. That got him a ribbing from them.

The first few weeks of school were pure hell. Most of the guys that knew me as Ted wouldn’t even speak to me, or made "fag", "homo", or "sissy" comments. The principal, after reading the paperwork supplied by Dr. Winsloe, told me I would have to use the girl’s washrooms, and refused to let me in either locker room. That didn’t bother me.

I had to change math teachers, as old Mr. Evans couldn’t take my wearing girl’s clothes. But soon the comments wore thin, and I started to blend in as the semester went along. The doctor was right. I started to act more like a girl within a week, including the crying jags and emotional roller coaster rides.

Tina and I were inseparable, and when Mom pinned me down about the birds and bees, I refused to affirm or deny anything. That annoyed her and upset Tina’s mom. So they dragged the both of us to Tina’s gynecologist for a detailed lesson in birth control. At first the doctor wondered why two girls who were obviously lesbians needed this information. I finally settled the matter by stripping off my girdle. I loved the expression on the doctor’s face. We left with enough supplies for the entire junior class.

We made good use of them when we made love boy-girl style for the first time that weekend.

It was mid-November when my breasts started to ache and itch. The doctor decided that the breast forms had to come off, so I would up in the hospital over thanksgiving. When I woke up I was wearing a thick, soft bra and quite a bit gauze. Mom, Dad, and Tina were there. I was still feeling the anesthetic, but managed to point to the bra.

"‘at do I need this for? Din da the surgery work?"

Mom was smiling. "It worked fine. We just made sure that you wouldn’t need breast forms while you grow your own." That didn’t make any sense to my foggy brain.

Tina translated. "Teddy, that means you’ve got breast implants. Your own boobs." That made sense. I reach to softly touch the bra. It was all me inside. I started to cry happy tears, and Mom and Dad held my hand while Tina kissed me. I was discharged on Saturday, and took a few more days off from school until things were a bit better healed.

By March, I was a C cup and had grown full hips and a soft bottom. I was even starting to have guy friends again. I guess the novelty had worn off, and there was little question that Tina and I were a pair of mating love-birds. The fact that they treated me like a girl didn’t bug me a bit. Except for the pinches. I was beginning to think I needed armor plated underwear.

The school was advised by my father’s lawyer, a character less socially acceptable than Dad, that they had to let me be in sports, which meant having access to a locker room. So I was finally allowed into the inner sanctum. The girl’s locker room. The hormones were keeping the number of unwanted erections to a minimum, and besides, Tina had a better body than most of them. Heck, by now I had a better body than most of them.

When Tina and I signed up for the prom, we got a shock. I knew the school had a "couples only" requirement, but they would not let us go together, as I was now officially a "girl" according to the school. Tina threw a fit, but Sharon was the one who came up with a solution. We were escorted to the prom by two hunks, which got the rumor mill grinding overtime. But we danced with each other.

Tom and George were regulars on the football and wrestling teams. And according to Sharon were as interested in girls as I was in them. We were skeptical, but Sharon got us all together, stripped, and did her best to make them respond. They finally wrapped her up in a blanket and tied it firmly with some belts, then went back to snuggling with each other. We were convinced. Tina noticed Sharon’s feet were sticking out, and we tickled her until she begged for mercy. After they left, we unpackaged her, and, well, made up for it over the next couple of hours. I think she had trouble walking home. But she was smiling.

Tina, Mary, Beth, Angie, and Julie all graduated in June. Tina decided to go to the local community college, and got a job with the School District. Mary left for the university, and Beth moved in with Angie and their boyfriends. Julie, who had been dating an older guy for several months, suddenly blossomed, and no one was overly surprised when they announced their upcoming marriage and her pregnancy in the same letter. They both work for her dad’s wholesale business, and I think they are really happy.

Tina’s Mom announced she was moving back east to be with her ailing sister, and Tina moved in with me. I thought Mom and Dad would object. It turned out Mom missed having lots of kids around. Something about an empty nest. Sharon’s parents got into a really messy divorce, and she wound up in a foster home, because she was only seventeen. It took a bit of maneuvering, but our house was soon back to three "sisters". And the state was paying her rent. I had the implants removed in the late summer. My own were plenty big enough.

Mom and Dad studiously ignored the sleeping arrangements, claiming ignorance was better than insanity. We each had our own bedrooms. Where we slept, however, varied. When we dressed Sharon for Halloween as a French maid in a tiny, low-cut black satin frock and towering heels, Mom was afraid to let her out in public. Tina went as a bikini-beach biker chick. And I dressed as a hot-to-trot 40's women’s baseball league star. Sharon won the costume contest for most likely to cause accidents. I got the most original. Tina didn’t win anything, but had the most stared-at cleavage.

That was over four years ago. Tina is due to graduate with her master’s in accounting this spring. She still works for the School District, but is now an assistant comptroller. We’ve made the formal marriage announcement. She’s six months pregnant. And pregnancy really agrees with her. Have you ever seen a really firm H cup? Hers runneth over. Yum.

I am in my fourth year of a five-year program in social work. Dr. Winsloe suggested I become a counselor, because I love working with people. He also hired me as his receptionist and assistant. He has recommended that when I have some experience I go on to get a degree in psychology.

Beth and Angie, and their boyfriends, opened a construction business with the help of Angie’s dad. Business boomed. Their company custom built the house Tina and I bought.

And then there’s Sharon. She had a rough breakdown after her parent’s divorce was final, and had to drop out of her senior year. All the bravado was a shell for a really timid and vulnerable little girl.

She’s better now, and completed high school last year. She lives with us, and I think she plans to make the arrangement permanent. The idea of a live-in baby-sitter who is a real friend sounds great.

Oh yes, forgot one thing. At Sharon’s suggestion, I saw my doctor and started on prolactin. She has been "encouraging" me to start producing milk. So far it’s only a couple of ounces each day, but seems to be increasing rapidly. So have my breasts. I have a bit more sympathy for Tina and her industrial strength bras. She’s only a couple of sizes bigger than me. And it feels so good when she and Tina practice nursing on me. With any luck I will be able to do the two AM feedings without waking Tina. And Sharon has volunteered to take care of any extra. From either of us.

-Finis

 

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