Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters or events portrayed to any person or entity, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintended. This work also includes mature subject matter and may not be appropriate for those under the age of eighteen. This story was written exclusively for Crystal’s Storysite.org. No part of this work may be published, reproduced, posted or distributed in any form, including electronic storage and retrieval, without the prior express, written consent of the author. All rights reserved. Personal archiving for private use is approved.

Acknowledgments: The wonderful illustrations in this story are the work of SaraUK, who is a dear friend and a talented artist. Some other examples of her work are found at http://www.sandra-pal.org/Friends/Sara/Sara.htm. I am also indebted to my fantastic "sisters" and fellow authors, Joan Banks, Terry Sarkel, and Genni Smith, for providing me with some great ideas, and also to Terry for cleaning up my numerous mistakes. I could not have completed this without their help.

 

Transposed Melody

by Julia Manchester
© 2001

 

PART 2

 

Brian went to the gym every day and followed Al’s instructions to the letter. He started each session with stretching exercises designed to increase his flexibility and minimize the chance of injury. After that, he jogged or ran, then spent the balance of his time at machines designed to develop his pectoral muscles and tone his waist. He also took the vitamins and drank two glasses of water mixed with the nutrient supplement every day. He kept the vitamins and nutrient mix in a footlocker in the closet of his room.

Meanwhile, Alice made sure Brian took the pills Doris had prescribed, and after about ten days Brian’s voice stopped breaking. The girls were overjoyed, and Brian’s confidence returned.

Two weeks after Brian started his prescription, the group piled into Joan’s van for the trip to the recording studio. They managed to fit in one vehicle because they didn’t need any luggage. Despite being dressed as "Brandi," Brian was in a very good mood, and he giggled and laughed along with the others as they gossiped and joked their way across the state. Everyone was excited about the recording session, and they all hoped the demonstration tape might lead to a recording contract.

The session itself was far different than what the girls had envisioned. First, there was a production meeting with the studio representative and several sound technicians, during which they discussed the instrumentation for each song, the order of performance, timing, and cues. After that, there was a sound check and a dry run for practice and timing purposes, and to allow the techs to get the best mix and add some special effects.

Finally, after several hours of work, they did the actual recording. Even then, there were a few re-do’s for minor errors and adjustments. All tolled, they were at the studio for seven hours and every one of them was glad when it was over. Brian’s throat felt raw from the strain and he could barely speak above a whisper during the post-production conference.

"Geez! I never knew there was so much to making a simple recording!" Kelly lamented, flexing her cramped fingers.

"Me either," Genni agreed. "I just hope it will come to something after all that effort."

"I was half asleep during the last conference -- Did they say when we’ll find out the results?" Terri asked.

"Not really," Cathy told her. "They just said they’d be in touch."

"That’s probably their way of saying ‘Thanks, but you girls stink,’" Joan commented over her shoulder as she drove.

"I don’t think so," Genni disagreed. "I heard a couple of nice comments from the guys."

"Me too," Kelly added.

"I think the tall one has the hots for Joan," Cathy announced, setting off a chorus of catcalls, whistles and sound effects that made Joan turn bright red.

"He’s just a nice guy," she said defensively, "though he does have excellent taste and a discriminating eye for beauty."

"I’ll bet you can’t wait to get back and play a little tongue tag with him," Genni remarked, and Kelly asked if Joan had given the guy her phone number. That set them off again, and the girls teased her all the way home.

 

Brian scrutinized his reflection carefully; looking for signs that his exercise and nutrition program was working, but there wasn’t anything he could point to, at least nothing obvious. He thought his pectoral muscles might be a little more developed, a little more convex, but that was about it, and he couldn’t be sure even that was wishful thinking. Yet, according to the scale in the locker room he had gained three pounds. He just couldn’t find it. Brian gave up and headed for the showers.

When he returned home, Brian flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, depressed at his lack of progress. He had done everything that Al had demanded, but he couldn’t see a bit of progress after nearly four weeks. His patience was running thin, and he envisioned himself spending another school year as the runt of the class, the "little boy." He was desperate to speed the process along, and after a few minutes, he decided to double his daily dose of vitamins and nutrient supplement.

His mother was visiting some of her lady friends that evening, so Terri was cooking dinner. She had made spaghetti with a very special, homemade sauce, and she had been cooking the sauce all day. The sauce was delicious, and to show his appreciation, Brian agreed to watch one of the romantic movies she loved -- he usually put up quite a fuss over her romance films -- and he even agreed to do the dishes.

When the dishes were done, Brian wandered into the living room, and since he had nothing better to do, he sat down to watch the movie. Terri was engrossed in the sad, melodramatic movie, and she barely noticed when her brother curled up in one corner of the sofa and tucked his legs beneath him. He wound up watching the entire chick flick, which concluded with the hero dying while saving his ladylove from an evil king, and when Terri finally stirred, wiping tears from her reddened eyes, she was surprised to see similar tears running down Brian’s cheeks.

Brian noticed Terri staring at him, and he turned away as he wiped the tears from his face. He recalled Doris telling him that the prescriptions might make him more emotional, but he was still embarrassed. He was also startled by the strength of his feelings, and disturbed by the way the movie had affected him. It wasn’t like him to be interested in chick flicks, but he found the movie strangely compelling, and had been drawn into the plot without realizing what was happening to him.

"Are you okay, Brian?" Terri asked, her concern evident in her expression.

"Yeah, it’s just that darn prescription mom’s doctor gave me," Brian replied, and then outlined what Doris had told him about the hormones.

"Well, I want you to know how much the girls and I appreciate what you’re doing," Terri told her brother. "We know you don’t like doing this, and that you’re doing it for us, so if there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you, just tell me."

Brian had felt a lot closer to Terri since this whole thing had started, and when he heard her express her gratitude and offer to help he was touched, and the tears began to flow again.

"Hey, it’s okay," Terri assured him as she came over and gave him a hug.

Brian let his sister enfold him in her arms, and was surprised by how nice it felt to be hugged at that moment. But the hugs also released whatever pent up emotions he had, and he couldn’t stop crying. Terri just held him for several minutes, until he calmed down.

 

One week after Brian doubled up on his dosage of vitamins and nutrients, he woke up to an ear-piercing squeal, and once again he ran out into the hall to see what was up. Terri was literally dancing around with the cell phone in one hand, and when she saw her brother, she ran up to him and hugged him tightly, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Oh, Bri! The recording company called Cathy!" She gushed. "They want us to come down and discuss a contract!"

"Hey, that’s great!" Brian exclaimed, scratching his chest and grinning at his sister. "When are we going?"

"Friday," Terri replied. "Mom has to come because we’re minors, and the company recommended that we bring a lawyer with us."

Suddenly a sobering thought came to Brian.

"Terri, what are we going to do if I have to sign something, or if they need to see some identification for ‘Brandi?’" he asked worriedly.

"I don’t know," his sister replied. "We better talk to mom about that."

Brian nodded, knowing it would have to wait until evening since their mother was out, and he went back to his room to get ready to go to the gym.

Three hours later, Brian walked wearily back to the men’s lockers. Al had ridden him hard today, and though Brian had spent most of his time running, stretching, and working on his chest development, Al let him on the bench press for the first time. Brian had been disappointed by the small amount of weight Al had specified -- only 40 pounds -- and he was surprised at how much effort it took to lift it. The weight should have been a snap for him but instead it took real effort. After three sets of eight presses Brian’s arms were completely done in.

Al reassured Brian, reminding him that they were just beginning, and told him that they would add more weight later. For the time being, Al wanted Brian to "tone up," and avoid injury.

Brian opened his locker and grabbed a towel, his soap carrier, and a shampoo that contained conditioner for his long hair. His hair was sweaty now, and it had grown another inch since the concert. He had wanted to cut it, but his mother had told him to leave it alone until they knew whether the group was going anywhere. Now that The River Babes were being courted for a recording contract, Brian was resigned to wearing his hair long the entire summer.

Before he entered the showers, Brian stopped by the scale and was delighted to discover he had gained another three pounds, or a total of six pounds since he began the vitamin supplements. He got off the scale and examined himself in the full-length mirror, and this time he was positive he could see a difference. His chest was definitely more developed, especially around the nipples, and his thighs looked slightly larger too -- probably the result of all that running, he told himself. His shoulders and arms were still skinny, but he was just starting to lift weights, and he knew that they would begin to develop soon. Brian headed into the showers feeling really good about himself. He had begun to doubt Al’s competence, but seeing the progress he was making, he vowed to keep following the guy’s instructions to the letter.

Brian stepped under the jet of hot water and felt his entire body relax as the warm spray surrounded him. As he soaped himself, he noticed that his nipples seemed quite sensitive, perhaps even a little tender, and he remembered Dr. Canfield’s warning that the prescription sometimes had that effect. It was an odd feeling, but knowing it a side effect of the medication and that it would disappear as soon as he discontinued the prescription, he didn’t give it much thought.

 

That evening, Terri and Brian told their mother the good news about the recording studio, and Brian also expressed his concern about "Brandi’s" lack of identification. Alice nodded when Brian related his concern, and then a smile crossed her face.

"I think I can get Margie over at the high school to register my niece, Brandi," she told them.

"But you need a birth certificate to register, and what about my school records?" Brian objected. "Brandi is also supposed to be sixteen, and I’m only fourteen," Alice’s son added.

Alice nodded and smiled. "I know, honey. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of all the details. By the time I’m finished, ‘Brandi’ will have a birth certificate, a Social Security card, and a student ID card from ‘her’ high school. That should satisfy the people at the recording studio."

Brian shrugged and looked at Terri, who smiled. He didn’t care for registering as Brandi, and he wasn’t sure how his mom would get him the rest of the identification, but she had a gleam in her eye that told him she knew she could pull it off.

 

The next day, Cathy called again and told Terri the studio had given her another call requesting the girls bring several outfits to wear for some promotional pictures they wanted to take, and asked if the girls could stay through the weekend to allow plenty of time for the pictures. When Terri asked if their mother had to stay over, Cathy said no, only the girls in the group would be needed after Friday. Brian realized he would have to spend the entire weekend as Brandi, something he wasn’t looking forward to, but at least he wouldn’t be performing in front of thousands of people.

They had to leave very early the following morning, so Terri helped Brian transform himself into Brandi to try on several outfits for their mother’s approval. After a long soak in the bathtub, during which Brian shaved his legs and underarms, Terri brought the breast forms into his room. When Brian shrugged out of his robe, wearing only his briefs, Terri did a double take.

"Hey Bri, have you noticed your chest lately?" she asked as she came closer to examine her brother.

"Yeah," he replied. "I’ve been working out a lot at the gym."

"Hmm. Are you sure your, ah . . . development is from working out?" she inquired.

Brian was embarrassed by the way his sister was staring at him. She knew he was taking prescriptions but she did not know what they were, so he related what Dr. Canfield had told him.

"Well, it sure worked fast. You’ve only been taking them for a little over a month," Terri remarked as she studied her little brother’s chest.

"Yeah, but it will all disappear when I stop taking the pills," Brian reminded her.

Terri had Brian lay on the bed so she could affix the breast forms, and she couldn’t help thinking how much her brother’s chest looked like hers when she was going through puberty a few years back. The nipples were swollen and semi-erect, and they were slightly elevated, sitting on small cone-like projections. He didn’t need a training bra -- yet -- but he might if he continued to develop.

When she applied the glue and affixed the breast forms, Terri also discovered that her brother’s mini-titties were rather firm, as hers had been, and that his nipples were also very sensitive. Brian winced as she rubbed the adhesive over them and covered them with the fake boobs.

"Did that hurt?" she asked anxiously.

Brian nodded as he breathed in sharply. "Yeah, a little," he admitted. "Dr. Canfield told me I could expect that too."

"Well, let’s get your bra on; it will provide some support and keep the breast forms from pulling on your chest too much," Terri suggested when she finished applying the concealer.

Brian agreed, and allowed his sister to help him with his bra, a black lace demi cup, he had worn the last time he was Brandi. When it was properly adjusted, the boy breathed a sigh of relief. The bra did prevent the breast forms from tugging at his chest, and it actually felt comfortable, though both Brian and Terri noticed his false bustline appeared somewhat fuller due to his own emerging breasts. Brian reflected on that for a moment as Terri handed him the padded panty brief and left the room for a moment. The change in his chest meant he wouldn’t be able to appear in public without a top, and any top he wore would have to be loose enough or heavy enough to conceal his budding nipples. Since the really warm weather was about to start, Brian was not very happy about his situation.

He was even more displeased when he tried to slip into the padded panty brief. The recent development in his hips, while not terribly noticeable, was sufficient to make the panty brief very tight. Brian was barely able to pull the padded, elastic garment over his hips, and when he finally got it in place, he looked at himself in the mirror and noticed that his bottom seemed to stick out much further than the last time he wore it. His butt looked fuller and more rounded, and since he hadn’t gained a centimeter in his waistline, his figure appeared even sexier than before. His fuller bustline and hips gave him a pronounced hourglass shape that any girl would love.

Terri returned, and she too noticed the "improvement" in Brandi’s figure. "Wow! You look fabulous! I’m a little jealous," she joked as she got out a few of the outfits for Brian to model for their mother.

Brian’s face turned deep red, and he looked away, unable to meet her eyes. "Let’s just get this over with," he pleaded.

 

 

This time, Alice drove her two children down to the recording studio for the meeting. Brian was decked out in a white, knit halter-top, a short navy-colored skirt, tan pantyhose, and 3 inch navy pumps. His hair was down, the golden locks falling beneath his shoulders in loose waves, and his face was impeccably made up, courtesy of his sister. A navy shoulder bag held his wallet, which contained a new student identification card, birth certificate, and Social Security card for Brandi.

At the meeting, Brian and Terri met the studio executives and their own attorney, but they didn’t hang around too long. Genni’s parents and Kelly’s father were there because they, too, were underage, so Terri, Kelly, Genni, and Brian wandered around and explored the studio office while Cathy and Joan were stuck in the meeting. While they sat in the lunchroom, waiting for the meeting to break up, Genni told the others that her boyfriend, Alex, was driving down with Jim and Don, and they would all go out later, after their parents had gone.

Brian hadn’t known that Jim and Don were coming - much less Alex, and the thought of seeing Don again left him with strangely mixed feelings. Don was a nice guy -- very nice -- but Brian was a boy, despite his current appearance, and he worried about what would happen when Don learned he wasn’t what he appeared to be. He would undoubtedly be hurt, and he might lash out violently when he found he’d been played for a fool. Surprisingly, Brian was more concerned about Don’s feelings than he was about the beating that might result. He genuinely liked Don, and he really didn’t want to hurt him in any way. The problem was, Don seemed infatuated with him, and even though Brian didn’t believe he had done anything to lead him on, he still felt guilty.

When the meeting was over, Brian saw his mother and their attorney emerge from the conference room with different expressions. Their mother appeared quite content, but the lawyer looked disappointed. When their mother came over, Terri and Brian looked at her expectantly.

"Well?" Terri asked.

"I thought it went pretty well, but Mr. Stone thinks we should have held out for a bigger signing bonus and a better cut of the sales," Alice told her children.

"As it is, we got $600,000 for a two-year exclusive contract for the group, and about 80% of the percentage most top groups get, plus a nice package of "extras," Alice continued.

"Wow! Six Hundred --"

"Don’t get too excited," Alice told her feminized son. "After taxes and legal fees, you girls will get less than half of that, and you’ll earn every penny. The real money comes from the sale of the recordings."

"Did they say when they want us to do the recordings?" Terri asked.

"They want to start Tuesday," Alice told her daughter.

"Tuesday!" Terri repeated excitedly. "They move fast!"

"Does that mean we’ll come home Sunday and drive back Tuesday?" Brian asked.

Alice thought about her son’s question for a moment.

"I don’t think so, honey. That would be an awful lot of driving. I think it makes more sense for you girls to stay here. "

"But, what about our instruments?" Terri asked, causing Alice to pause.

"Maybe Prue could bring them," Genni piped up, and Kelly agreed. "Yeah, she knows all of us, and she also knows just about what we’ll need."

"That’s an awful lot for one girl to transport," Alice objected, and Genni laughed.

"Don’t worry, Mrs. Saunders. If I know Prue, she won’t have any trouble getting six or seven guys to ‘volunteer’ to help," she assured her friends’ mother.

"Okay, we’ll plan on that then, if Prue is willing," Alice pronounced.

 

The entire gang returned to the motel and made arrangements for an additional room. They reserved the rooms through Tuesday night, and they were fortunate that an adjacent room was available. They also contacted Prue, and she agreed to help. When that was accomplished, the adults made sure the group had enough money for meals and incidentals, and left for home after giving the kids parental lecture number 5, concerning their behavior while away from home.

After his mom left, Brian realized he would have to remain as ‘Brandi’ for five full days. He realized it was necessary but he wasn’t too happy about it. He seemed to be getting deeper and deeper into this charade, and the role was becoming almost too comfortable -- except for one thing. His girdle was killing him.

When he was able to get Terri alone, he explained that there was no way he would be able to wear his padded panty brief for five days straight. "It’s way too tight," he complained. "I feel like I’m in a straightjacket, and I doubt if I can take a deep breath. There’s no way I’m gonna be able to sing like this."

Terri’s solution was simple, and classically feminine. "Okay, we’ll go shopping," she told her girlish brother.

Jo, Cathy, and Kelly begged off the shopping trip. It turned out that Jo had called Ryan Jennings, the sound tech she met on their previous trip to the studio, and Ryan had a couple of friends who were interested in meeting Cathy and Kelly. So, Genni and Terri dragged Brian out the door after exchanging a few good-natured taunts with the other girls. Brain was reluctant to go shopping as Brandi, especially for something as intimate as a new panty brief, but he had no choice in the matter -- he felt like he was being squeezed in a vice, and he was practically in pain.

If it hadn’t been for Terri and Genni, Brian would have never had the nerve to step foot in the lingerie store. The store was in the middle of a busy mall, and its windows were filled with the sexiest, most revealing foundations Brian had ever seen. He felt incredibly self-conscious as he crossed the threshold, and it took both of the others to pull him into the store.

Once inside, Terri took his hand and marched him back to a display of girdles, waist nippers, and corsets. While Brian looked on and tried to act nonchalant, Terri picked out another flesh-toned panty brief and handed it to him.

"Try this on," she directed. "It’s a size larger than the one you’re wearing, and it looks a lot lighter. It’s mostly lycra.

Brian examined the panty brief with distaste, but Terri pushed him toward the changing rooms, and he found a free room. After kicking off his heels and removing his skirt and pantyhose, Brian tugged at the incredibly tight panty brief he was wearing, but it wouldn’t budge. He strained and pushed, and even tried curling the waistband down, but it was on too tight. In near panic he called to his sister to help him, and Terri entered the changing room. When Brian demonstrated his problem, Terri faced him and helped him peel the garment off. Unfortunately, as the panty brief gave way so did Brian’s panties, and they peeled off with the brief, leaving him naked from the waist down. He quickly turned away in embarrassment, but not before his sister got a good look at his miniature masculine equipment.

Terri was shocked by what she had seen. She wasn’t the worldliest girl in the world, but she had seen her share of nude pictures of guys in magazines and on the web, and even making allowances for Brian’s small stature, his little "thing" was tiny. It looked like something she would expect to see on a six or seven year old boy. She managed to stifle a gasp, and forced herself to concentrate on the business at hand.

When Brian replaced his panties, Terri handed him the new panty brief, and he eased it up his legs, over his recently widened thighs, and Terri couldn’t help thinking how feminine her brother’s bottom looked from the side. She was a veteran boy watcher, and she noticed that Brian looked nothing like the guys she enjoyed watching. Instead of being trim and tight, his bottom was softly rounded and almost a perfect teardrop shape. It occurred to her that, if Brian kept going like that he wouldn’t need his padded panty brief for very long. He had the beginning of a very shapely feminine profile already.

Brian was unaware of the thoughts going through his sister’s mind, and he concentrated on getting his new panty brief adjusted correctly. When it was in place, he glanced at himself in the mirror and noticed that this brief was constructed a little differently than the other. The pads seemed to blend more smoothly, showing no outline at all, and the waist and leg openings did not seem to reinforce. It was actually hard to tell where the panty brief ended and his skin began. It also felt lighter and more flexible, and the larger size made for greater comfort.

By the time they returned to the motel, Brian felt much more comfortable. His new panty briefer felt very light and flexible -- much better than the old one -- and yet it clung to his form perfectly, and was invisible under his hose. Terri and Genni decided to go out for a short walk, and since the other girls weren’t anywhere to be seen, Brian decided to take his vitamins and nutrient supplement. He checked his supply as he measured out some of the powdered supplement, and decided he had just enough of everything to last until Tuesday. While he was at it, he also took the pills Dr. Canfield had prescribed.

Alex, Jim, and Don showed up around seven o’clock, and Prue appeared shortly after, with her boyfriend Bill. Jo, Cathy, and Kelly returned a few minutes later, along with Ryan and two of his friends, Travis King and Chet Fletcher. Chet, who was a few years older than the girls, worked at a party store, and he had two bags with pre-mixed, canned cocktails and two bottles of wine. He put the booze in the small refrigerator while the other guys helped Bill carry the girls’ instruments into the second room.

With fourteen people milling around, Brian was glad they had two rooms, and he wandered through the connecting doorway to the other room. Since each room had two queen size beds, they wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor like the last time, and there was another bathroom too, which Brian appreciated after waiting in line on their previous trip.

Ryan just "happened" to have a monster stereo in the trunk of his car that he had built himself, and he and Travis went out and brought it in. There were hundreds of tapes and CDs in several carrying cases, and when Ryan set up the sound system, the party really heated up. Terri handed Brian a plastic cup full of wine and gave him a knowing smile as she turned and made a beeline straight for Jim, and before the faux female had even taken a sip Don came over and slipped an arm around his waist.

"Hi gorgeous," he intoned softly as he bent down and kissed Brian’s cheek. "I’ve really missed you," he added.

Brian smiled shyly at Don, unsure of how to respond, and he took a large swallow of his wine as he formulated an answer.

"I’ve been really busy," he responded, feeling the wine warm his throat and stomach.

"Yeah, I can imagine," Don nodded. "By the way, congratulations on the recording contract. How does it feel to be a rock star?"

Brian giggled. "Rock star?" he smirked. "The only thing we’ve recorded so far is a demonstration tape."

"Maybe, but the studio wouldn’t have signed you if they didn’t think you were good. I think you girls are going to make it big."

Brian shrugged. "Making it big" would present more problems for him; problems he didn’t care to contemplate at the moment. "Well, I just hope we can make some money for college," he replied honestly.

Don gestured towards a vacant spot near the connecting door, and Brian allowed himself to be led over to the spot. He eased himself down to the floor, taking care not to expose too much of his legs or snag his nylons as he sat in a very lady-like manner with his legs canted to one side. Don sank to the floor and surrounded Brian’s shoulders with a powerful arm. They talked as much as possible, trying to be heard over the roar of the stereo, and Brian couldn’t help noticing that the other girls seemed completely unconcerned that he was being "claimed" by Don. They could all see Don’s arm around his shoulders, but it was if it was a matter of complete indifference to them.

Of course, the "other" girls weren’t just watching him. Jo was sitting very close to Ryan as he alternated between tending the stereo and teaching her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, while Genni was sitting on Alex’s lap and ignoring the others completely. Cathy was sitting with her back against the headboard of one of the beds; her legs crossed demurely, as Travis straddled her and kissed her passionately. Terri was sitting between Jim’s legs, leaning against him as his arms surrounded her protectively, and Brian didn’t know what was happening to Kelly or Prue, but he heard giggles and soft moans coming from the other room.

The wine ran out after Brian had three glasses, but Don returned from the refrigerator with two canned cocktails -- whiskey sours -- and he poured one for each of them. Brian was feeling pretty good from the wine, and he had loosened up considerably since the guys first arrived, but the whiskey really sent him for a loop. He had never had hard liquor before, and the effect was devastating. By the time he finished the drink he was feeling no pain at all, and he felt extremely silly. He giggled at Don’s jokes, and when Don pulled him close he leaned against his tall companion and savored the feeling of Don’s hands against his skin, holding him tightly. Any feelings of wrongness fled before the effects of the alcohol, and Brian simply reacted to his companion naturally.

Don kissed him deeply, for what seemed like an eternity, and Brian responded avidly, throwing his arms around Don’s massive shoulders and letting the tall boy swing him on to his lap. Brian felt so incredibly dizzy he didn’t realize that Don had cupped one of his faux breasts until he felt his real nipples begin to respond to the gentle massage of the breast forms. It seemed so weird, so extraordinary that he could actually feel his own, buried nipples responding to the motions of the breast forms that he giggled delightedly. It felt wonderful, and he sighed and clung to Don even tighter. Fortunately, Don was a gentleman, or Brian might have been in serious trouble.

 

The next morning, Brian woke up with a terrible hangover and he barely made it to the bathroom in time. After worshipping at the porcelain alter for several minutes, he washed his mouth out and searched through his bags for his toothbrush. Sometime later, Brian emerged from the bathroom to find the others little better than he. A chorus of moans, groans, and complaints met his movements as he picked his way gingerly through the fallen bodies on his way to the small kitchenette. The smell of alcohol was practically overpowering, so Brian turned on the ventilator over the stove before turning his attention to finding something to settle his stomach.

As he searched for something to help his jittery tummy, Brian happened to glance to one side and see his reflection in the full-length mirror by the door. Even in his hung over condition, he had to pause and stare at himself. The bedraggled figure in the mirror was glancing sidewise at him as she leaned over an open suitcase. Her tousled hair and bleary eyes testified to a rough night, but despite her unkempt appearance, she was a very pretty girl. Her generous breasts seemed to defy gravity, and her narrow waist was in sharp contrast to her softly rounded derriere. Her legs were long and sexy, ending in pretty, petite feet, and her polished toenails matched the color of her manicured fingernails. Try as he might, Brian saw nothing to suggest the chick was really a dude.

He straightened up and turned towards the mirror, noticing how his imitation breasts shifted beneath his pale blue teddy, and --

"Ohmigod! I’m wearing a Teddy!" Brian breathed, feeling a cold chill run through him. The filmy, baby blue garment hugged his enhanced contours, but covered very little, and Brian wondered what had happened after he . . . passed out . . . the previous night. The thought that Don might have discovered his secret left him feeling worse than when he awoke, and he barely managed to control the bile from rising in his throat. Then he noticed that he wasn’t wearing his padded panty brief, and his gaze was immediately drawn to his crotch, where he discerned a small, un-feminine bulge in the blue satin panel covering his pubic area. The slight distortion of the satiny fabric was barely discernible, and Brian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he saw how little difference the padded panty actually made. If Don HAD discovered his secret, he had probably either laughed himself sick or simply taken pity on the little sissy who had fooled him.

Brian slumped down onto one of the chairs in the dinette and held his head in his hands. As he tried to sort through the morning’s discoveries, tears welled in his eyes and he began to sob uncontrollably. The feminized boy was terribly confused and despondent. His emotions churned as he recalled the events of the previous night and the revelations of the morning after. He’d kissed Don -- passionately -- and loved the way Don had held him, and now he saw how truly insignificant his little penis was. It occurred to him that the sexy girl in the mirror was he -- all of it -- except for the fake tits, and the thought was terribly discouraging. Did Don know he was a fraud? Who had changed his clothes last night? Did the girls all get a good laugh at his expense while he was unconscious? Did they snicker when they saw his pathetic little weenie?

Tears were dripping on the carpet, and his shoulders were shaking from his sobs when he felt an arm around his shoulders. Brian managed to turn his face enough to see the worried expression on his sister’s face, and when she knelt next to him, he buried his face in her shoulder and let his emotions roll over him.

"Hey, what’s wrong, Bri?" Terri asked quietly when her brother’s tears slowed, but Brian just shook his head.

"Everything!" he sobbed in despair.

Terri slid her arm down to Brian’s waist and gently helped him up and led him to the bathroom. She closed the door, seated her brother on the edge of the tub, and slowly got to the bottom of the situation. He was clearly an emotional mess, and as she listened to him pour out his soul, she couldn’t help thinking how incredibly feminine he looked, perched on the edge of the tub with his knees together and his hands in his lap.

She was able to reassure him on one point immediately, telling him that Don had not discovered his secret; that he had picked Brian up and carried him to a bed after he passed out. She also told him Don felt badly about giving Brandi all that booze. He told Terri he hadn’t realized Brandi had such a low tolerance for alcohol, and he hoped she wouldn’t think he was trying to get her drunk so he could take advantage of her. After the guys had gone, Terri had changed Brian herself and tucked him in. None of the other girls had seen him, and nobody had ridiculed him.

"We think what you’re doing is great," Terri told Brian. "We would never mock you."

As for her brother’s feminine appearance, Terri explained that he was still very young, and reminded him that the prescription he was taking was supposed to delay his development.

"But, what about Don? I shouldn’t feel like that --"

"Remember, those pills are affecting your feelings and emotions as much as your body," Terri prompted him. "I don’t think there’s anything to worry about," she added, hoping she was right.

 

The balance of the weekend seemed to fly for Brian. The group made it to the photo session, courtesy of a truly effective hangover cure concocted by Joan, and special "reclamation" makeup work from Prue. After that, they were content to spend the time quietly, free of boys and booze, as they recovered for their Tuesday recording session. By the time Tuesday rolled around, they were all back to normal, including Brian, who seemed to have his emotions under control.

The eleven songs they recorded totaled less than an hour of music, but the recording session lasted nearly ten hours. There were constant re-takes involving subtle adjustments or changes in artistic interpretation, and by the time they finally finished, they were exhausted and thoroughly sick of their own music.

Surprisingly, the studio executives picked one of their shorter songs to highlight as the "theme" song of their CD, and during their final meeting, they set the order of the music, then discussed the cover shot and poster art with the studio’s art director. Finally, the promotion department gave a short presentation, and the group was told they would open concerts for two different nationally known groups the following month.

 

Brian was truly glad to be home, and the first thing he did after kissing his mom was run up to his room to rid himself of Brandi, but that wasn’t quite as easy as he had anticipated. He kicked off his heels, and then stripped out of his skirt, pantyhose, and blouse, then rid himself of his panties, bra, and panty brief. When he sat down at his desk and applied the solvent to his breast forms, he discovered the skin underneath was sickly white, and his breasts appeared more rounded, somewhat fuller. He decided they had probably become distended from the weight of the silicone forms pulling on them -- five days was a long time to wear them -- and he carefully removed every vestige of the adhesive from his skin.

His chest seemed unusually tender, and his nipples were super sensitive, requiring him to use great care around them. At one point, he rubbed a little hard near one nipple, and he gasped as a sharp pain radiated outward from his areole.

"Damn!" Brian cursed as he gingerly covered his sore nipple. "The doc wasn’t kidding when she said my nipples might be a little sensitive," he groused to himself as he gently massaged the wounded area.

After a few moments, he removed his hand and stared down at himself. Now that his attention was focused on them, Brian thought his nipples appeared even larger than they had on Friday, but he really couldn’t be sure it wasn’t his imagination. But he wasn’t imagining anything when he pulled a tee shirt on and saw his enlarged nipples cresting two shallow domes, creating odd points in the fabric, or when the movement of the fabric over his chest caused his nipples to harden and expand. That really felt weird. Disgusted, Brian took the tee shirt off and put on a loose, short sleeve button down shirt that seemed to hide his stupid nipples.

 

Brian was happy to return to his normal routine, though he decided a few things had to change. He still worked out at the gym every morning, but he stayed away from the locker room to save embarrassment. He changed into his exercise outfit before he left the house so no one would see the elastic bandage he wrapped around his torso to hide his prominent nipples. He also began wearing an old sweatshirt from which he had removed the sleeves.

Meanwhile, Al drilled him hard with running and stretching and lots of lower bodywork, while humoring him by letting him lift small amounts of weight. Brian also worked hard on the leg lift and butterfly machines, hoping every day for a little progress. But, though his running speed improved and his lower body seemed to develop a bit, his upper body development was essentially nil.

After two more weeks of hard work, Brian noticed that his gym shorts seemed a bit tight in the hips and butt, though his waist didn’t seem any thicker. If anything, he thought he might have lost an inch or so in his waist -- probably from the running, he concluded. His chest had also domed out a little, and Brian was balanced on a knife’s edge, with his embarrassment at showing his chest to his mother at odds with his growing concern at the effects of the prescriptions. So far, his embarrassment had won out, but his concern was growing, threatening to tip the balance in favor of disclosure. For the moment, he procrastinated and kept his chest wrapped up in the bandage, hidden by loose shirts.

Gwen smirked to herself as she watched the little runt straining to lift a few measly pounds. Not only was he a wimp, he wasn’t very bright. She would have thought the idiot would have realized there was something wrong by now. After all, even with the heavier shirts he was wearing, Gwen could see his budding breasts, especially when he strained or turned in a certain way. She knew he was trying to hide them so why hadn’t he wised up? It didn’t make any sense, unless he WANTED to be a girl. But then, if he did, why was he trying to build up his upper body?

There was no way that would happen, not with the chemicals in the "vitamins" and "nutrient" mix she had given Al to give him. She had calculated that, if the little runt followed Al’s directions, he would receive double the dosage of estrogen and spironolactone a doctor would prescribe for a transsexual, and with that dosage he would never get those big muscles or broad shoulders he was after. Still, it had only been 8 weeks, just shy of two months, and Brian was developing even faster than she had anticipated. From everything she had read, it looked like he was about where she would expect a tranny to be after about six months. His butt was a lot larger than a few weeks ago, and even his face was getting softer, more refined.

Of course, Gwen did not know Brian had doubled up on the "vitamins" and "nutrient mix," nor was she aware of the prescriptions from Dr. Canfield which, when added together, meant that Brian was getting 4 to 5 times the normal dose for what endocrinologists call "Hormone Replacement Therapy" for transsexuals. Nor was she aware that the timing of her plot, when Brian was at the start of puberty, made him especially vulnerable to the drugs . . .

 

Brian was out cruisin’ on his BMX one morning when Mike Wottle, one of his few friends from school, overtook him on his own bike.

"Hey Brian, what’s up? Haven’t seen you around much this summer," Mike remarked.

"Yeah. Been busy helpin’ my aunt," Brian responded, using the cover story his mother had developed.

"Well, you haven’t missed much," Mike told him. "Hey, you wanna come with me? I’m gonna shoot some hoops with a few of the guys."

"Sure."

"Race ya," Mike yelled, rising off his bike seat as he began pedaling furiously.

Brian took off after his friend, thinking this would be where all the running and lower bodywork would pay off. Maybe he wasn’t Mr. Universe, but his lower body was much more developed, and he was stronger -- he just knew he was -- and Mike didn’t know he’d been working out every day.

But, things turned out just a bit different than Brian expected. Not only did he fail to gain any ground on Mike, Brian found himself falling farther and farther behind. Despite putting every ounce of strength into the effort, Brian watched Mike pull away steadily until he was almost a full block ahead when they reached the basketball courts.

Brian was gasping for breath. Something was definitely wrong. Mike was no athlete, and in fact Brian had beaten him once or twice in the past. At the very least he should have been able to make it a close race, but he’d been thoroughly whipped.

Mike sat on his bike and grinned as Brian finally pulled up. "Jeez, you must be out of shape," he taunted his friend as he swung his leg over the bike and stood up.

Brian was searching for an excuse for his failure when he glanced at Mike and realized his friend had grown tremendously since he’d last seen him. Mike had only been an inch or so taller than him during the last school year, but now he was a good four inches taller, and that wasn’t all. Mike’s shoulders looked a mile wide, compared to his own, and he had developed some respectable biceps and forearms. Brian felt puny by comparison.

And things didn’t get any better for Brian once the guys started playing. He was, far and away, the shortest guy there, and he got bounced around badly under the boards. Despite all his workouts, Brian could barely jump for rebounds, and mostly just rose up on his toes when he tried to snag the ball, and he hit the deck several times. More often than not, he wound up on his butt when he tried to mix it up in the key. His coordination seemed off too, and he even lost the ball once when it banged into his hip while he was dribbling. To top it off, his stamina was terrible, and Brian found himself bent over, breathing hard, with his hands on his knees after only a few minutes of playing.

After a short break, he returned to the game, determined to do better. He played with grim determination until he took an elbow in his chest while fighting for a rebound. Though his chest was wrapped, Brian felt a soft squishy sensation, immediately followed by a sharp pain, and he gasped and reeled backwards into another player. He felt himself being steadied by unseen hands and a mumbled apology from the boy who had elbowed him.

Brian acknowledged the apology with a weak gesture and staggered off the court. He waved a couple of the guys away when they started towards him, telling them he’d be okay, but the pain was so intense it was all he could do to keep from crying. He feigned that he’s had the wind knocked out of him, and just sat on the ground, content to watch the action as his pain subsided.

A nagging sense of wrongness had been hounding Brian’s consciousness for weeks, but he had suppressed it, mostly because he was embarrassed to approach his mother. Now he realized he had to talk to her. Doc Canfield had told him his nipples might grow a little, but clearly he was far beyond that, and the slight tenderness she mentioned didn’t begin to describe the pain he felt. After a few minutes, Brian made up an excuse to leave and pedaled for home.

 

When Alice returned home that evening, she heard muffled sobs when she passed the door to Brian’s room. She knocked on the door, asking if everything was okay, and when she heard her son begin crying again she opened the door and stepped inside. She found her son lying face down on the bed with his face buried in his pillow.

"Honey, what’s wrong?" Alice asked as she closed the door and approached the bed. It wasn’t like Brian to cry, and she was concerned that something terrible had happened.

"Those pills the doctor gave me are turnin’ me into a freak," Brian sobbed, turning his face toward his mother.

"Why do you say that?" Alice asked, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Sit up and talk to me," she ordered gently.

Brian did as she asked, and when he turned and rose on one elbow his tee shirt drew tautly across his chest for a moment, and Alice’s eyes grew wide when she saw the budding breasts on her son’s chest.

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "Brian, how long have you had those?" She pointed at the girlish appendages.

Brian shrugged disconsolately. "I don’t know, really. I guess I didn’t notice at first, but they’ve been getting bigger lately," he replied.

"Why haven’t I seen this before?" Alice demanded, and Brian told her about the elastic bandage he had been using.

"At first it was just the nipples, like the doctor talked about, but then my chest started to grow, and now they show a little even when I use the bandage," he admitted.

"This isn’t supposed to happen," Alice told her son. "Stand up and take your shirt off. I have to see what’s happening to you."

Her son stood and turned his back to her as he peeled off his tee shirt, and Alice gasped when he turned to face her. Brian had two small but well-defined breasts -- at least AA Alice realized -- and his nipples were far too large and prominent for a boy. Both his nipples and areole were dark against his fair skin, and his breasts were large enough to be defined by creases along their base.

Alice walked over to her son, who refused to meet her eyes, and examined him closely. Her eyes shifted to other parts of his anatomy, and at that point, she noticed that his hips were wider than she remembered. When she noticed the waistband of his jeans was bunched up, she ordered him to strip completely.

"But, mom --"

"This is important Brian," Alice interrupted, holding up her hand to forestall any further objections.

Brian sighed, and Alice watched as he reluctantly turned around, unfastened his belt, and lowered his jeans. He had to work to get the jeans below his hips, and when they dropped to his knees Alice was shocked to see how wide his hips were. When her son bent over to pull the jeans off, Alice noticed his bottom was plump and rounded, exactly like a girl’s, and she sat down on the bed to keep from falling to the floor.

Brian looked over his shoulder at his mother, and then turned around.

"Your briefs too," Alice ordered, and Brian’s face took on a pained expression. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his briefs and lowered them past his hips, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

Alice noticed that Brian’s breasts shifted slightly when he bent forward, but her attention was drawn to her son’s primary sexual characteristic, and she was dismayed by what she saw. Brian’s penis appeared tiny, nestled between his soft, feminine-looking thighs, and his scrotum was barely visible. It was obvious that his testes had not yet descended, and the overall impression was that of a pre-teen boy.

Alice turned away and thought for a moment. "Okay honey, get dressed. I’m going to call the doctor and see what she has to say."

As luck would have it, Doris Canfield was on vacation, but Alice pleaded emergency and her answering service forwarded the call. When her friend called her back, Alice quickly explained the problem.

"Alice, something is very wrong here," Doris told her distraught friend. "The dosages I prescribed were very light, very conservative. There is no way he should be exhibiting those symptoms. Are you sure he hasn’t been exceeding the dosage?"

"I doubt it," Alice replied.

"Well, do a count on the pills that are left, and keep the bottles. I’ll have the tablets tested to make sure they’re the proper strength -- Oh, and make sure he stops taking them immediately. I’ll be home next week and I want to see him the day I get back."

"Do you think the changes can be reversed?" Alice asked anxiously.

"Probably," Doris replied. "Try not to worry."

 

One week later, Brian and Alice were in Doris’ office, and she saw them right after her last appointment. Brian hadn’t taken any of the pills since the day of the phone call, but he could swear that his chest -- he refused to think of the two soft mounds as breasts -- was still growing. So did Alice, and she lost no time mentioning that to Doris.

"I’m not surprised," Doris replied, motioning for Brian to remove his shirt. "Hormones take time to build up in your system, and they dissipate slowly too. It might take some time before his blood chemistry returns to normal."

"Does that mean that these . . .er, things, will keep growing?" Brian asked in a shocked tone.

"There is a good possibility of that," Doris told him gently, "but I’m sure they’ll recede somewhat, over time," she added to reassure him.

"Somewhat?" Alice asked, picking up on the fact that everything might not return to the status quo.

Doris shot her friend a look and ignored her question. "Alice, would you mind waiting in my office while I examine Brian?" She more ordered than asked.

After his mother left the room, Brian was subjected to a very thorough examination of his entire body. Dr. Canfield probed his nascent breasts and nipples, measured his chest, hips and waist, drew blood for analysis, and examined his minuscule masculine equipment. She was very professional, and asked several very personal questions that Brian was hesitant to answer, until she explained that she needed to know everything to be able to help him.

When she was done, Dr, Canfield told Brian to get dressed while she went to get his mother.

"Well, how is he?" Alice questioned her friend as soon as she walked into the room.

"I just don’t know," Doris replied. "As I mentioned before, he’s at a critical stage in his development. There could possibly be some testicular damage, but we won’t know for certain until his system has had a chance to flush out the hormones. Did you do a count of the pills?"

"Yes, and it’s right on the money. He’s taken one of each, every day."

"Alice, this doesn’t make sense," Doris said with a sigh. "At the dosage I prescribed, the most he should have experienced was a little tenderness and minor -- minor -- swelling of the nipples, but he’s far beyond that. He looks like a gender dysphoric patient after 6 months or more of HRT."

"HRT?"

"Sorry. Hormone Replacement Therapy. It’s the standard treatment for people who suffer from gender dysphoria. It involves the same prescriptions I gave Brian -- estrogen and an androgen blocker -- but at much, much higher levels. The two combine to soften a male’s features and develop the secondary sexual characteristics of a female."

"What about the possible ‘testicular damage’ you mentioned. Can you help him by giving him male hormones, or something like that?" Alice asked, growing increasingly worried.

"Not right now," Doris replied. "If we start giving him more hormones now it could damage his liver or kidneys permanently. We’ll just have to wait until the levels of estrogen drop."

What if he has damage to his testicles?"

"It depends on how extensive the damage is. Sometimes we can use different drugs to stimulate the testicles, but if the damage is too severe, the testicles essentially wither, and if that happens . . ." Doris shrugged.

"Oh my God!" Alice breathed, and then she began sobbing.

"His life will be ruined!" she cried. "I should have never encouraged him to do this in the first place."

"Alice, it’s not your fault," Doris told her friend, putting an arm around her. "Like I said, this couldn’t possibly happen at the dosages I prescribed. I’m going to have these pills analyzed to see if they have more than the stated dosage. But, somehow, he’s getting far higher levels of estrogen and spironolactone than I ordered. We’ll have to find out how."

"But what do we do in the meantime?" Alice asked, looking up at Doris through bleary eyes.

Doris sat down next to her friend. "That’s going to present a real problem," she admitted. "From what I can see, Brian will continue to develop for a little while, and he’s already experiencing some of the problems that girls encounter during puberty. For instance, his nipples are chaffed from rubbing against his shirt and that stupid bandage he was wearing. He should rub some vitamin E on them, and he should begin wearing a bra for support and protection, at least until we can figure out what is happening."

"Oh God!" Alice groaned. "He’ll just die when he hears that!"

Doris sighed. "I know it won’t be easy, especially since he also has the same emotional problems girls his age encounter, and a lot of this is going to conflict with his male ego, which is very fragile as it is. But I don’t see where you have much choice at this point. You can try to get him a sports bra, or something else to minimize the appearance of his breasts, and we may have to eventually consider surgery, but try to be positive about this."

"It won’t work," Alice sighed. "Brian will hate this."

"Give it a chance, anyway," her friend advised. "It might be one answer if there is a lot of damage to his organs."

"Are you suggesting that Brian become ‘Brandi’ full time?" Alice asked incredulously.

"He may have to, at least until we get him stabilized." Doris said gently.

 

Alice took her son home and led him up to her room where she measured his chest, waist, and hips. Then, she took the measurements to a local department store to purchase the items Brian needed. When she returned home, she once more summoned him to her room and seated him on the edge of her bed.

"Honey, I picked up a few things for you -- things you’ll need until we can get everything straightened out," Alice said in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulled several items from her plastic shopping bag.

The first item she handed him was a bottle of vitamin E capsules, and Alice explained how to snip the end off the clear, football-shaped capsule and spread the oily fluid on his nipples. Next, she handed him a small container of baby powder and explained that dusting his breasts, and the inside of his bra would also help prevent irritation.

Brian winced at his mother’s reference to his "breasts," and again when she pulled two, plain white sports bras from the bag.

"I know you aren’t thrilled about wearing these, but they will give you a little support and also prevent chaffing -- trust me on this," Alice told her son with a meaningful look.

"I bought plain white bras, so they won’t be too noticeable, and sports bras will minimize your, ah . . . profile," she said kindly, adding, "I got you two so you can alternate. You can hand wash them and just throw them over the shower curtain to dry."

"Thanks mom," Brian mumbled, grateful for her help but disgusted that he had to wear a bra. This was different than when he was pretending to be Brandi, and the idea of adding his bras to the collection of lingerie his mother and sister usually had in the bathroom was mortifying.

Alice dipped back into her shopping bag and produced a package of 3 white "Haines For Her" briefs and handed it to Brian. "These should fit you a little better than the ones you’re wearing," she informed him, "and so should these," she added, digging into the shopping bag and handing Brian a pair of jeans and a pair of navy shorts.

"Girls jeans?" Brian asked indignantly.

"Yes," Alice looked her son straight in the eye. "I got them because they’ll fit. They’re plain, without any decoration, and they’re Levis, so nobody will know unless you tell them. The shorts are simple too."

Brian nodded soberly. At least he wouldn’t have a feminine name plastered on his butt when he wore the jeans.

"Okay, get dressed so I can see how everything fits," Alice ordered.

Brian took everything to his room; laid it all on his bed, and got undressed. The briefs weren’t too different from what he was wearing, though there was no fly and the cut was fuller in back, with slightly higher leg openings, but they were almost masculine compared to what he wore as "Brandi," so Brian wasn’t too unhappy.

The jeans were okay, too. They were a relaxed cut instead of the tight jeans his sister usually wore, and aside from the button being on the wrong side, Brian couldn’t see any difference from his own jeans.

But that was the easy part.

Brian took the vitamins, baby powder, and bras over to his desk and sat down. He carefully cut the end off one of the capsules and gently rubbed the oily substance over his nipples. The vitamin E felt cool against his chaffed skin, which almost seemed to absorb the stuff. When he used his finger to spread the liquid vitamin around his areole, his nipples felt strange, and he watched as they enlarged and grew hard. It was a truly unique sensation, and it felt really nice, but when Brian realized what he was doing with his hands, he pulled them away in embarrassment.

After he wiped the excess off with a tissue, Brian picked up one of the sports bras. It was a T-back, with no padding, though it looked quite sturdy. He sighed and shook his head slightly, but he took a deep breath and slipped his arms through the straps, then pulled it down over himself. He settled himself into the bra carefully, and then sprinkled a little baby powder on each side, holding the bra away from himself. He set the plastic bottle down then gently massaged the powder over his budding breasts. That too felt good, and the powder was smooth and silky, but he didn’t particularly care for the scent.

Brian walked over to his dresser and turned sideways to the mirror. His chest looked a lot smaller in the bra, like two shallow domes, and when he pulled a navy polo shirt over his head and tucked it in, the domes almost disappeared -- almost. Brian sighed when he saw his little problem was still somewhat visible, but consoled himself with the knowledge that a windbreaker or a heavier shirt would probably hide it completely. It might even help things along if he took more of the vitamins and nutrients Al had given him.

 

Doris Canfield called the next day and informed Alice that the pills tested completely normal, but that Brian had an incredible amount of estrogen and progesterone in his system -- and virtually no androgens. "He HAS to be getting them from another source," Doris told her friend. "Brian has higher estrogen and progesterone levels, and a lower androgen level than most women -- and I didn’t prescribe any progesterone at all. Aside from his chromosomes, his blood chemistry is completely female."

"I know he wouldn’t take anything to do this to himself," Alice responded. "He just wants to be a normal boy."

"Well, he’s getting it from somewhere -- This isn’t natural, and no responsible physician would prescribe such massive dosages," Doris remarked.

"Listen, Alice," Doris continued after a pause, "I’m really concerned. Brian was just starting puberty, and this is just the type of event that could damage his testes and cause unusual problems. I want you to take Brian to the hospital tomorrow morning. I’ll call ahead and arrange for some tests. Depending on what we find, we may want to do a transfusion."

"A transfusion!" Alice nearly choked.

"Yes, it’s that serious," Doris confirmed. "In the meantime, I want you to have a talk with Brian find out if he’s taking anything -- anything at all -- that could possibly be causing this. I mean health foods, vitamins, herbal tea, anything you don’t serve the whole family."

"I’ll do it right now," Alice promised.

 

"Well, his liver and kidneys are okay, and there are no life-threatening complications, but I’m afraid I have some very bad news," Doris told Alice. They were sitting in Doris’ office after returning from the hospital, and the physician was scanning the lab report, having already glanced at the x-rays. Doris had asked Brian to wait outside because she wanted to break the news to her friend, and let her decide how to handle the situation. After all, it was her son who was affected by the cruel prank. She grimaced at the large plastic container and bottle of "vitamins" on her desk before looking at her friend. Brian had admitted taking the junk, and when confronted with the evidence, Al had spilled his guts and implicated Gwen as the mastermind of the plot.

"Doris, please don’t keep me in suspense! What is wrong?" Alice pleaded.

"Dammit Alice, I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, but Brian’s testes have become non-functional. Between the massive amounts of estrogen, progesterone, and spironolactone he’s been ingesting, his testes have literally shut down."

"Oh my God!" Alice breathed. "Is -- is it, permanent?"

Doris sighed. "There is a slight chance that they could regain their function, but I won’t hold out any false hopes. The odds are very slim. Even if he had simply taken the amounts that idiot at the health club advised, it would have caused some problems, but when he doubled the dosage, it really hurt."

"What does it mean if his testes are . . . "

"It means, for one thing, that Brian will never be able to father children. We could put him on a lifetime regimen of androgens to maintain a masculine appearance, but the drugs that girl hid in the nutrient and vitamins have caused his body to, in effect, begin puberty as a female. The x-rays show a noticeable widening of the pelvic girdle, and his penis and scrotum have actually withered. I’m afraid they’ll never develop normally now. You can see for yourself how much he’s changed in just a short time. His body shape, even his skin texture, is more appropriate for a teenage girl."

"That little bitch!" Alice spat. "By the time I’m finished with her, and that idiot boyfriend of hers, they’ll wish they’d never been born! They’ll both be in prison, and that damned health club will be history, too!"

"I agree with your sentiments completely," Doris told her friend, "but you may want to keep things quiet instead of making a lot of noise about it."

"What -- Why?" Alice asked, confused by her friend’s statement.

Doris came around the desk and sat in the chair next to Alice. "For Brian’s sake," she said, and before Alice could speak she held up a hand and continued.

"Hear me out, okay?" Doris asked, and Alice looked at her for a moment, and then nodded.

"I agree that those two clowns need to be punished, especially that girl. She may have ruined a life, just to get her petty revenge, but you might wind up hurting Brian as much or more than you hurt her if this becomes public knowledge."

"Think about it," Doris continued. "If you go public with this and insist on a criminal prosecution, the news media will pick up on it as a juicy piece of ‘human interest,’ and Brian’s name -- and probably his school picture -- will be plastered all over the news and in the papers. He’d be the butt of off-color jokes, and even if the story remains local -- which I doubt -- everyone in town would know what happened to him. The kids at school would tease him unmercifully, and he has taken enough grief over this already. It’s bad enough to have to live with the consequences without being mocked everywhere he goes."

Alice looked at Doris with tears in her eyes. "Then, what do I do?" she implored.

Doris put her hand on Alice’s shoulder and turned her so that they were eye to eye. "I see two possibilities," she replied. "First, we can start him on androgens, at least in couple weeks, and try to give him a masculine appearance or, second, we could continue with female hormones -- at a controlled level -- and allow his body to continue down its current path."

"What?" Alice demanded, straightening up and glaring at her friend. "Why on earth would I do that?"

"Because, at this point Brian would probably look more normal as a female than as a male," Doris said sadly. "He has always been very thin, and his height is probably in the bottom 25% of males. His face is really quite pretty too, with rather refined features. With all of that, together with his widened pelvis, he would always appear rather androgynous as a male. Then there is the question of sexual function to consider.

"Aside from that, he presents himself in a very feminine manner. I noticed that his posture, gestures, and mannerisms are very feminine; though how much of that is due to the girls’ working with him I can’t say.

But, consider this: He has a beautiful soprano voice, and he successfully impersonated a female on stage. The group has landed a recording contract, and from what I hear, Brian has interacted with people very well in his feminine guise. I believe he would succeed socially, and certainly financially, as a female."

Alice thought about everything Doris had said, and she had to admit that her friend was right about most of it. Still, she burned for revenge against Gwen and her moronic boyfriend, Al. Furthermore, she could not make a decision like this for her son. He would have to be the one to decide which path his life would take, but before she approached him, she a couple more questions.

"What if Brian did decide to try to live as a girl, then decided he didn’t like it? He’d be stuck, wouldn’t he?"

"No, not necessarily," Doris replied. "First of all, I wouldn’t even attempt surgery, at least nothing irreversible, for a long time. He’s only 14, and that is far too young for surgical reassignment. There is a simple procedure that can be performed to give him the outward appearance of being female without doing anything irrevocable. As far as the hormones go, I doubt if they’ll change anything at this point -- He’s already pretty far gone."

"I still don’t think it’s right, that Gwen and Al should get off scott-free for what they did," Alice remarked bitterly.

"Who said anything about them getting off scott free?" Doris asked. "All I said was keep it quiet. I think a frank talk with that girl’s parents and the attorneys for the health club might prove, ah -- rewarding," she added with a vicious grin.

Alice nodded her understanding. "But what about school? Brian has no real identity as a girl -- just the stuff I cobbled together. It won’t hold up if anyone looks too hard."

"I think I could help you with a lot of the paperwork, but let’s worry about that later," Doris suggested. "Right now, I think you need to talk to Brian."

 

One week later, Terri met the others in the group and filled them in on what had happened to Brian. Her eyes began to tear up as she recounted her brother’s reaction to the news, and the others listened to her tale in stunned silence.

"Mom is still afraid he -- he might try to harm himself," she confided. "We’re afraid to leave him alone. He’s been so listless and quiet it’s scary. He doesn’t eat much, just picks at his food, and he hasn’t left the house at all. He just sits up in his room."

"That miserable bitch!" Genni muttered. "Maybe I should call my uncle -- He knows some people who would know how to handle her."

"No -- Please!" Terri pleaded. "We can’t do anything, not yet anyway. If any of this ever gets out, Brian’s life would be a living hell! Just think what the guys at school would do to him!"

"Damn! I feel guilty as hell about this," Joan remarked.

"It’s not your fault," Kelly told her.

"I know," Joan sighed, "but he wouldn’t be in this mess if he hadn’t helped us out, and we really pushed him into doing it."

"How could we have possibly known something like this would happen?" Cathy asked. "It wasn’t the prescriptions or anything any of us did. No, it’s only Gwen, and that jackass boyfriend of hers, that are responsible for this."

"Has Brian decided what he wants to do?" Kelly asked, and Terri shook her head.

"Not that I know, anyway," she said with a shrug.

"Well, I think he should try being a girl," Genni opined.

"Why?" Several of the others asked at once.

"Why? Because, A) he makes a great looking chick, B) as ‘Brandi’ he’s got a piece of a recording contract and a potential for a great career, and C) he’s already got a guy who is very interested in him," she explained. "And if you want more, he’s got us to help him and look out for him."

"It doesn’t sound like the doctors will be able to repair the damage," Cathy noted. "Maybe it would be best if he continued to be ‘Brandi.’"

Terri nodded. "Dr. Canfield didn’t hold out much hope," she admitted.

"Yeah, but drugs won’t change a person’s sexual orientation, or how someone thinks of themselves," Joan noted.

"Not completely," Terri agreed, "but the doc did tell my mom that some changes actually can occur. The hormones actually change the structure of the brain over time, and sometimes people see things a little differently after some months of ‘Hormone Replacement Therapy.’"

"Some therapy," Genni muttered sourly.

"Yeah, well, the important thing is, whatever Brian decides, we’ve got to back him up and do whatever we can to help," Cathy reminded them.

"Damn straight," Joan agreed, and the others nodded.

"And we’ve got to keep this quiet. Nobody else can know what’s happening," Kelly reminded the others.

"What about Prue?" Genni asked.

"Prue hates Gwen, but she’s liable to just haul off and punch her lights out -- that could ruin everything," Terri said thoughtfully.

"Okay, we’ll think about that a bit," Joan replied.

 

Brian lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. It had been ten days since Doctor Canfield had informed him his testes had become "non-productive," and exactly what that meant. Since that time, he had cried a flood of tears, cursed Gwen and Al, plotted revenge, blamed Dr. Canfield, his mother and sister, the other girls, and tried to simply deny what he knew to be true. But, none of it helped, and it didn’t change a thing. During that time, he hadn’t taken any pills, "vitamins," or "nutrients," and yet his breasts had continued to develop -- along with the rest of his body. Nor was he any closer to a decision about his future. All he had for his tears was a deepening, black depression.

Brian was only fourteen years old, and he hadn’t planned his life any further than most teenage kids. He had no specific career in mind, let alone concrete goals, but he did have certain general ambitions and desires, and a vague idea of what he hoped to do in high school. He wanted to be accepted by others, meet new friends, go out on dates, get a car, and generally do what other guys did. He had imagined himself growing into manhood, and maybe, if he were lucky, making one of the sports teams at school. He didn’t dream of being the starting quarterback, or being the best at anything -- Brian was too realistic for that -- just being on a team would have been enough. Now, even his modest dream had turned to ashes, destroyed by a vindictive girl and a guy he once trusted and respected.

Dr. Canfield had tried to be gentle when she broke the news to him, but Brian was bright enough to read between the lines. When she finished her explanation, he knew he would never look like other guys, or grow into a "manly" man. He would never have kids, never be a dad, and it would take a miracle -- even if he took male hormones -- to get his shrunken equipment to work again.

The only alternative the doctor offered to a life as a small, geeky, and most likely impotent guy was to continue with the same poison (which is what he thought about hormones) that caused the trouble in the first place, and live the rest of his life as a girl. He knew he could probably pull it off, judging from the changes that had already occurred, and his successful masquerade as "Brandi," but that was just the starting point. Brian knew there was a whole lot more to being a girl than wearing girls’ clothes, and it was the rest of it -- Having to accept the whole "package" -- that scared him.

There were so many questions that remained unanswered. If he decided to be a girl, would he still be able to do the things he enjoyed, or would he be expected to just sit around with the girls while the boys had all the fun? Would the surgery hurt? Would people laugh at him? What would happen if anyone found out? How could "Brian" just disappear?

Then, there was the biggest question of all -- one that he had avoided because he was afraid of the answer: Could he bring himself to actually date boys? He didn’t consider his previous experiences with Don as being dates. After all, he had been trapped into it by Terri, just because she wanted to see Jim, and he had been forced to go along with it to keep his true identity a secret, hadn’t he? And he would never have let Don kiss him if he hadn’t been drunk, would he?

Of course not, Brian told himself. Never! Not in a million years!

It wasn’t that Don wasn’t a nice guy, he told himself. Actually, he was a pretty decent guy, Brian admitted. He remembered how Don and Jim had saved Terri and him from those clowns at the restaurant, and how Don had protected him and treated him with respect. How he looked out for him . . . and how he always seemed to think of "Brandi’s" needs before his own . . . and how he was so supportive of Brandi and the girls when they were at the festival . . . and, and that he didn’t take advantage of "Brandi" when she had to much to drink . . . and . . . that nobody had ever cared for him or been as wonderful to him as Don . . .

"Oh DAMN!" Brian cursed as a sob caught in his throat. He began crying again, and he rolled over and buried his head in his pillow. He was just so confused!

 

Terri was passing her brother’s door when she heard the unmistakable sound of crying, and she paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. Brian had been cooped up in his room for far too long, and his sobs were heart wrenching. She was terribly concerned that he might never snap out of it, unless someone intervened. She understood why he felt so terrible, but she also knew he had to get on with his life, or he would never be happy. She and the girls had talked about him several times, and they had come up with a lot of good ideas that could help him, but she hesitated to push him one way or the other. It was his life, and forcing him to play the role of "Brandi" was what had gotten him into this predicament in the first place.

But something had to be done, and Terri steeled herself, straightened her shoulders, and opened the door without knocking. When Brian saw her, he turned away and hid his face.

"Go away," he ordered. "Leave me alone."

"No," Terri refused. "We need to talk, and I’m not going anywhere until you sit up and start dealing with this, ah, situation."

"I AM dealing with it," her brother responded angrily.

"Sure you are," she replied sarcastically. "You’re doing such a great job of dealing with it that you haven’t left this room in days, and you’re still drenching your sheets."

"How would you feel, if --"

"I’d probably feel the same, but I hope I would try to work out a plan and get on with my life," she said curtly. "You can only wallow in self-pity for so long before it becomes a way of life. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in mourning, feeling sorry for yourself?" She demanded harshly.

"Of course not," Brian snapped.

"Well, you’ve got a great start on it," Terri observed. "And you’ve got mom blaming herself for the whole thing."

"Mom?" Brian sat up and turned to face his sister. "It’s not mom’s fault!"

"I know that, but she thinks it is," Terri informed him. "She thinks this never would have happened if she hadn’t got Doris to give you those hormones. She thinks that, without those pills, you would have known something was wrong while there was still a chance to correct the problem."

"Oh God!" Brian exclaimed. "Now I AM gonna kill that bitch!" he swore.

"No you’re not," Terri told him flatly. "You are not going to do anything to Gwen, or that moron, Al, because if you do, everything will get out and your life will be worse than it is. Besides, if you do that, Gwen wins."

"What?"

"If you strike out at her, it will mean that she HAS ruined your life, and that she HAS succeeded in destroying you," Terri explained, adding: "the only way to really get even with her is to show her that, regardless of what she did to you, you can’t be defeated; that you will be happy and succeed in whatever you do, despite her miserable plot."

Terri watched as her brother digested that bit of wisdom, and she hoped it would force him to confront his problem head on and deal with it. She had discussed his depression with the other girls, and they had all agreed that a "tough love" approach was probably the only way to bring him out of his misery. She hoped their amateur psychology worked, and she hoped that framing it as a way to get back at Gwen would channel Brian’s desire for revenge onto a positive path. But she couldn’t "read" Brian’s expression, and she waited, almost afraid to breathe, while he worked through what she had said.

Finally, he looked at her, and she saw something new in his eyes, though she still couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

"What do you think I should do?" He asked.

"You have to decide which way to go," she told him. "It’s your life, and you have to decide what’s right for you."

"But, that’s just it," he sighed. "I don’t know what to do."

Terri walked closer to the bed and sat on the chair at Brian’s desk.

"Okay, let’s take a look at your options," she suggested.

For the next hour, the siblings talked about everything Doctor Canfield had told him. They discussed the various surgical procedures, the probable results, the types of adjustments he would have to make in either case, even his plans for the future -- such as they were. At the end of their talk, Brian decided to try living as a girl. The decision wasn’t because he preferred to be female -- far from it -- but because the temporary "tuck" procedure was reversible, as opposed to a mastectomy, and because he was already quite feminine in appearance. Besides that, the female hormones required wouldn’t make much difference now, and if he began taking male hormones, then decided to switch, he wouldn’t be nearly as convincing a girl as he was now.

Aside from that, there was the recording contract and the fact that he had all the girls in the group to help him. Left unsaid was the fact that "Brandi" was a beautiful girl, while Brian was a skinny runt of a boy, and that "Brandi" had a boy who had much more than a casual interest in her. It also wasn’t necessary to mention that Brian would never be able to have a normal sex life, while "Brandi" wouldn’t have that problem.

 

Once the decision was made, Brian felt that a heavy load had been lifted from him. He was filled with a new resolve to make the most of his life, for his mother’s sake if no other. He still wasn’t thrilled with living as a girl, but he had to be something, and this route seemed to provide the best chance for a "normal" life, and was the easiest to change if he decided he couldn’t hack it.

But now he had to make a serious effort to learn "girl stuff," like makeup and how to dress -- things he had let the other girls handle for him when he was "Brandi."

Over the next two days, Terri literally took over his life, and Brian was exhausted from everything she put him through. The first thing they did was to tell their mom what he had decided, and she was very supportive of his decision. She called Doctor Canfield, who scheduled Brian’s little surgical procedure for the following afternoon with a well-known surgeon she trusted.

In the meantime, Terri instructed "Brandi" in the fine art of teenage makeup, fashion, and how to care for his hair. She lent him a few things, and they used some of Brian’s award money to buy several more outfits and a few pieces of jewelry. Brian acquired a couple of purses, a few items of his sister’s clothes, and a new, smaller pair of silicone breast forms to compensate for the development of his own breasts. He still filled out a C cup bra, but now a good portion of his bustline was real.

 

The actual surgical procedure was an anti-climax, aside from the nurse shaving his pubic area, and it barely qualified as "surgery." Brian was given a sedative, followed by a local anesthetic, and it was all over in less than an hour. Using surgical adhesive and a couple of stitches, the surgeon transformed his outer appearance so effectively that he appeared to be a normal female, with no indication of his true gender, yet Brian retained all his masculine equipment, albeit in a somewhat altered configuration.

"Brandi" examined "herself" a few minutes later in the recovery room, aided by a hand mirror, and the faux girl gasped. "Are you really positive the doctor didn’t . . . ah, remove anything?" the almost-girl asked "her" mother.

"Positive honey," Alice confirmed. "Everything is still there, you just can’t see it. How does it feel?"

"I can’t feel anything. It’s totally numb, and it looks so strange!"

"You look just like any other girl, and that’s the purpose, after all. The numbness will wear off in a while. When you feel up to it, you can get dressed and we’ll leave."

Terri helped him get his clothes on, and Brian was glad for the help. He was still a little woozy from the medication. He was relieved to discover that he no longer had to wear his panty brief when he dressed as Brandi. The hormones had given him a very feminine looking bottom and thighs, and thanks to the doctor, there wasn’t anything between his legs to contradict his feminine shape.

Terri handed Brian a pair of plain cotton panties and a short but loose skirt. The doctor had specifically indicated that "Brandi" was not to wear any tight pants for a couple of days, until the area around the stitches had some time to completely heal. Pantyhose were out too, so Brian went without hose.

His new breast forms were not designed to be glued on. Instead, they were made to "enhance" a girl’s figure, and placed beneath his breasts in the cups of the bra. Instead of covering his chest they lifted his real breasts and made them appear much fuller. Now the nipples that poked into the fabric of the tight knit top were his own, and he was amazed by the difference. It was much more comfortable than having his chest buried under a couple pounds of silicone, and the sensations he felt were far more intense than before.

Between his tight, midriff-baring top, his short, forest green pleated skirt, and his black platform sandals, Brian looked great, and after Terri worked with his hair and makeup, he looked positively hot. "Brandi" was back -- and Brian took a deep breath before grabbing his purse and following his sister and mother out to their car.

 

Dr. Canfield had resumed Brian’s medications, but she had increased his dosage to that of a "normal" regimen, and she had scheduled him for weekly appointments so she could keep a close eye on him to insure nothing unexpected occurred. Meanwhile, Brian’s mom had contacted her friend at the school and between them, they managed to register "Brandi" as a sophomore instead of a freshman. Alice had been concerned that skipping a grade might hurt Brian academically, but the high school counselor had examined his grades and assured her that he wouldn’t have any problems. Brian was a very good student, and the three adults decided it would be in his best interests to move up a grade to minimize "Brandi’s" contact with Brian’s former classmates.

 

Three days after the surgery, Brian was vegged out in front of the television with a bowl of ice cream when the front door opened and Terri walked in, followed by Cathy, Joan, Kelly, Genni, Prue, and his mom. The girls all smiled and greeted him as they trooped in carrying sleeping bags, travel bags, and an assortment of clothes and paraphernalia.

"Ooh, ice cream!" Cathy squealed when she saw Brian.

"I’ll get you some," Brian’s mom said as she set a cardboard box on the kitchen table. "Anybody else want a bowl?"

A chorus of "Please!" and "Yes!" resounded through the house, followed by the usual jokes about "hip-builders."

"What’s going on?" Brian asked as the girls chatted and devoured their ice cream.

"It’s a surprise birthday party," Genni replied in a conspiratorial tone, placing a finger to her lips to indicate he should keep it quiet.

"Whose birthday is it?" Brian asked softly.

"Yours, silly," Kelly replied with a giggle.

The girls all began laughing, but Brian was confused. "No, my birthday is --"

"Wrong! It’s today!" Joan interrupted, and the girls erupted with more laughter when they saw the confused look on Brian’s face.

Finally, Brian’s mother let him off the hook.

"Honey, I had to change your records a little. ‘Brandi’ and Brian can’t have the same birthday -- that would be too obvious -- and I decided today was as good as any day for a birthday. Happy Birthday, Hon!"

"Brandi is sweet sixteen!" Prue chortled, and the girls all laughed again.

Brian laughed along with them until Cathy yelled, "Birthday spanking!"

He scrambled off the sofa, but he never had a chance. They were on him before he took two steps, and several of them held him down while the others administered the spanking.

Brian yelled his head off, though it didn’t hurt that much. They actually went easy on him, but Brian’s face was crimson when they finally let him up, and he faced the others feigning outrage. He placed his hands on his hips and began to protest, but that was cut short when Terri began tickling him. Of course, the others were quick to join in, and soon Brian was reduced to a shrieking wreck as he pleaded with them to stop.

The tortured teen was completely wrung out from the tickling, but he grinned sheepishly as each of the girls gave him a hug. Brian knew this was how they treated each other, and this was their way of telling him he was one of them. It felt pretty good too, despite his aching sides and the lingering sting on his butt -- for some reason he seemed to be a lot more sensitive back there lately -- and Brian experienced a sense of belonging he had never felt before.

After a few more questions, Brian learned that the gathering actually was a birthday party for him, or for "Brandi" anyway -- a slumber party no less -- and that the box his mother had placed on the kitchen table contained a large sheet cake. The bemused youth helped the other girls carry their belongings down to the family room while his mother phoned in an order for pizza. By the time the sleeping bags were rolled out and the clothes hung up, the pizza had arrived.

The eight females, including Mrs. Saunders, attacked and laid waste to three large pizzas. After they finished, Brian’s mom brought out the cake and more ice cream, to which the girls devoured their dessert. Brian offered to help his mom with the dishes, but she told him she would take care of everything.

"It wouldn’t be right to make the birthday girl clean up at her own party," she added with a wink.

Unbeknownst to Brian, his mother had another reason for refusing his help. As the girls finished their ice cream and cake, they disappeared downstairs for a moment, and returned with brightly wrapped gifts they had hidden in their overnight bags. Kelly and Genni led Brian into the living room, and one by one the girls each gave him a present.

Joan gave Brian a gorgeous pink, satin robe that was indecently short, and the others insisted Brian model it for them. He was hustled off to the bathroom against his will, and then coaxed out to show the others. He blushed furiously at the catcalls and whistles that greeted his appearance, but he knew it was all in good fun so he endured the suggestive comments and moved on to his next present.

Genni had gotten him a teal blue bikini that was cut just full enough to conceal his silicone "falsies," but not much else. Brian began to think that the whole party was a conspiracy to get him into skimpy outfits, and he was again banished to the bathroom to model his present. When he saw the deep, completely natural cleavage the silicone inserts gave him, he almost didn’t leave the bathroom, and when he did finally emerge from the room, it was with his robe on -- and tied.

A chorus of boos met him, joined by his mother, of all people! Brian was stunned as the woman shouted, "Take it off, honey!" He looked for an escape but there was nowhere to run; he could hardly go far anyway, dressed in a bikini and silk robe. Suddenly, a weird notion came to him, and he smiled secretly as he debated his course of action.

‘What the hell,’ he thought. ‘It’s just the girls anyway . . .’

Brian fixed a demure smile on his face; sashayed into the living room with all the grace he could muster, and pulled his robe open as he struck a runway pose. Jo and Cathy both whistled, and the others started laughing and applauding as Brian posed with one knee slightly bent, one foot in front of the other, and his hands on his hips. When he let the sheer, silky robe slip from his shoulders, catching it in one hand before it hit the floor, the response was raucous, then, when he flipped the robe over one shoulder, pivoted, and glanced back at the others over his shoulder, the girls went nuts. Kelly was cheering and clapping, and Prue was laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes. Terri and his mother were both giggling, and Genni opened her purse and ran over to Brian with a can of pepper spray.

"Here, you’ll need this to keep the natives under control," she informed him as she clipped the purse-size container to his bikini bottom.

And so it went, with Brian receiving a scandalously sheer teddy from Terri, a baby doll nightie from Cathy, and an indecently short, skin tight black mini skirt a and low cut white top from Prue and Kelly. Finally, his mother handed him her present, and when Brian opened it, he discovered a lacy, low cut black bra, with matching panties and garter belt, and two pair of sexy, black stockings. He looked up his mom in shock, and she came over and kissed his forehead.

"Welcome to the sorority, honey," she said just loud enough for him to hear.

The rest of the night was a typical slumber party, with silly games, gossip aplenty, clothes swapping, makeovers, and lots of talk about boys. The girls stayed up until the wee hours of the morning and fell asleep with the stereo still on.

 

Everyone slept late the next day, including Mrs. Saunders, with Terri being the "early riser" at 10:00. One by one the girls regained consciousness and soon every bathroom in the house was in use. When it was Brian’s turn, he heeded the call of nature, from a sitting position of course, then showered and washed his hair. He had spent the night in the sheer teddy Terri had given him, and as he looked back on the previous evening he realized it hadn’t bothered him a bit. He had been completely comfortable and at ease in the wispy little thing, and he snatched it up as he wrapped a towel around himself, and then headed to his room.

"Wear the skirt and top Prue and Kelly gave you," Terri told him as she passed him in the hallway.

"Why?" Brian asked, surprised at her request.

"Because, we’re going out to the mall," Terri replied. "Today you get the full treatment, sis."

"What do you mean, ‘full treatment’?" Brian asked, suddenly nervous.

"Just that, Brandi," Joan replied before Terri could respond.

Brian nearly jumped out of his skin -- Joan had come up behind him, and he hadn’t known she was there. "Don’t DO that!" he yelped, feeling his heart race.

"Our first stop is the ‘House of Style’ salon, then you’re getting your ears pierced," Terri told him.

"Then we’re going to do some serious power shopping," Joan laughed.

"Followed by a night on the town," Kelly added as she walked over and stood next to Joan.

"Look, guys, I’m not sure I --"

"Oh, you’re coming," Cathy said, adding her voice to the others.’

"Count on it," Genni said with a mischievous grin.

Brian looked around and saw Prue leaning against the wall with a smirk on her face. She was obviously in on this, too. "You guys are really enjoying this, aren’t you?" he accused.

"Immensely," his mother said from the end of the hall, and the other girls broke out laughing again.

Brian knew he didn’t stand a chance against all of them, so he didn’t put up much of a struggle as they ushered him into his room and "helped" him change. Ten minutes later he was back in the hall, wearing his new black bra and panties, without the garter belt and stockings, under his new mini skirt and white top. He was perched in three-inch black pumps and trying very hard to remain calm as he waited for the other girls to get ready. Prue helped him with his makeup, telling him he had to pay attention and learn how to do his own face, and Terri handed him a scrunchie to hold his hair back until they got to the salon.

After a quick, low calorie breakfast -- to make up for pigging out the previous night -- the girls ushered Brian out to Joan’s trusty, rusty van.

 

It wasn’t so much an excursion as an invasion, and when the seven girls strode into the mall as if they owned the place, Brian could imagine store managers and salesclerks trembling. He knew his companions well enough to know they could lay waste to a clothing store as thoroughly as locusts devouring a wheat field. But they needn’t have worried this morning. The girls’ objective was the House of Style, which meant the stores had been granted a reprieve, at least for the time being.

Brian still felt strange wearing a skirt, but he was no longer terrified at the thought of appearing in public. The rock festival and the recording sessions had taught him that he had nothing to worry about, but his tight little mini and his high heeled pumps forced him to take short, mincing steps, and his widened hips reacted with an exaggerated feminine sway that was still new to him. Still, surrounded by the other girls, he didn’t feel out of place or uneasy. Even the looks he got from the guys they passed didn’t bother him too much.

The girls ushered Brian into the salon and Terri went up to the desk and confirmed their appointments. Brian was scheduled for the works, but Kelly was the only other one getting a perm, and Prue wasn’t having anything done since she had been in a week earlier. While they waited to be called, Cathy and Joan sat on each side of Brian and made suggestions as he leafed through a book of styles. Brian was somewhat overwhelmed by all the choices, so the girls basically took over and let him choose from three styles they approved.

During the next two hours, Brian’s hair was washed, trimmed, permed and highlighted. He was also given a facial, a complete makeover, a manicure and pedicure. By the time the hairdresser and manicurist finished with him, he was ready to jump out of the chair and run away screaming, but the girls kept him under control and when he finally saw the results, he was completely shocked. The chick in the mirror was an absolute babe, and Brian had trouble believing it was actually his reflection. From her gorgeously highlighted soft blonde hair to her high-arched eyebrows and flawless makeup, the girl was stunning. Her highly polished nails looked both sexy and sophisticated, and the overall effect was one of pure femininity. The other girls exchanged knowing glances as he sat, mesmerized by his image.

Brian wasn’t given much time to examine his new look, though. In a matter of minutes, the others had him out of the salon and walking down the mall towards the jewelry store that offered free ear piercing with the purchase of two pairs of earrings.

The transformed boy cringed each time he heard the loud SNAP of the piercing gun, and had to resist the urge to touch his earlobes and finger the rhinestone studs that were now anchored in them. He listened carefully as the woman explained how to clean his lobes and rotate the post-type earrings he had selected. She gave him a small container of peroxide and a few cotton swabs to start him off, and Brian placed them in his purse, which seemed to be getting cluttered with a variety of items.

After the piercing, the girls took him to the food court, where Brian was lectured on the need to watch his weight when he attempted to order a burger and fries for lunch. Instead, he wound up with a salad and a cup of yogurt, washed down with a small diet soda. While they ate, the girls complimented him on his hair and nails, and Brian responded with a few complimentary remarks of his own on their hair. He was dimly aware of the guys that stared at them as they passed by, but he didn’t give it much thought until one teenage boy approached and asked if the girls were the River Babes.

"That’s us," Cathy smiled up at him as the others exchanged curious looks.

"Uh, I, uh saw you at the uh, festival, a few weeks ago, and uh, I was wondering . . . I mean, could I get . . . your, uh autographs?" the boy managed to get out, barely able to look at the girls.

"Sure, no problem," Joan flashed the boy a winning smile and he produced a pen and pulled a white tee shirt out of a shopping bag.

Kelly giggled when she saw the guy wanted them to sign his new tee shirt, but Cathy took the shirt and asked the boy what his name was. She wrote," To Stan, love -- The River Babes," and signed her name before passing it around the table. When it was Brian’s turn, he remembered to sign it "Brandi Saunders," then passed it back to Stan.

"Thanks. Thanks a lot," the teen said as he backed away smiling.

"Well, that was interesting," Genni remarked.

"Yeah, our first autographs," Terri acknowledged. "Hopefully, we’ll get a few more requests after the CD is released.

"Well, they are already going out to the radio stations," Cathy announced. "The guys at the studio want to have them out in the next ten days, so they’ll be available when we open the ‘Warped Onion’ concert."

"Two weeks until the concert, and we still haven’t heard from them about which songs they want us to do," Kelly noted seriously.

"I think I’ll give the studio a call on Monday," Cathy announced. "We have to know the lineup so we can practice."

 

The girls spent the afternoon teaching Brian the fine art of power shopping and he proved to be a quick learner. They taught him how to mix and match his separates, coordinate accessories, use fashion to highlight his best features, and to pinch his pennies until ole’ Abe yelped. The girls stormed through the mall, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake, only pausing to carry bags of booty out to Jo’s van. Genni referred to it as "re-loading," and Brian had a vision of the girls dressed as pirates, carrying off plunder from their hapless victim.

The strange thing was, he enjoyed it. He couldn’t quite believe it was actually his reflection he saw in the changing room mirrors, wearing literally dozens of outfits, but as the day wore on, he grew more comfortable. He began looking at the outfits instead of the girl wearing them, and he turned and examined how they fit, asking himself if this one made him appear too fat, or if that one was just a little too revealing. By the time they left, they had completely conquered the mall, and Brian felt wonderfully at ease and proud of his purchases. His feet hurt from walking in high heels all day, but when he took his heels off and rubbed his sore feet in Joan’s van on the way home, he hardly noticed the bright red polish on his toenails.

 

With each passing day, Brian slipped further and further into his new identity. His reflection no longer appeared unusual to him, and he grew accustomed to doing his hair and applying his makeup every morning. Most of the time he wore shorts, like other girls in the middle of summer, but he didn’t feel out of place in the occasions he had to wear a skirt or a dress, and even wearing a bra became second nature to him. He no longer struggled to fasten the bands, and the sensation of the straps pulling at his shoulders was increasingly unnoticed, just part of everyday life. He learned to wash and set his hair properly, and discovered that having pretty, polished nails took some effort. He learned how to avoid nicking himself when he shaved his legs, and learned how to use moisturizer and baby powder after his baths.

Socially, he was accepted as just one of the girls, and he liked that. The girls gradually became less protective of him as he learned how to handle most situations with a natural grace and an easy smile. His mother also began treating him just like she treated Terri, and she taught Brian how to cook a few dishes. He was expected to help with the wash, the cleaning, and to attend church functions as his mother’s "niece," and she taught him how to interact with the ladies she knew.

A couple of days before the girls were due to leave for Chicago to open the "Warped Onion" concert, Brian answered the phone, and was surprised to hear Don’s voice.

"Hi Brandi, this is Don. How are you?"

"Uh - Hi Don. I’m fine. How are you?" Brian responded.

"I’m okay, but I’ve missed you. Have you recovered from the party yet?" Don asked with a chuckle.

Brian giggled (where did THAT come from? He wondered). "Oh, I survived," he assured Don as he flopped into an easy chair and curled his legs beneath him, "but the next morning wasn’t a lot of fun."

Don chuckled again and launched in to an account of his own adventures on the morning after the party, including a tale of how he and Jim managed to lock themselves out of their motel room, and Brian laughed loudly at Don’s story of how they tried to convince the desk clerk to let them into their room without identification. Brian twirled a lock of his hair as he talked to Don, and he listened with great interest as Don talked about his college plans.

Near the end of their conversation, Don told Brian that he and Jim were planning on going to the beach the following day, and they wanted to know if "she" and Terri would like to come along.

"If you want to come, we could have dinner and see a movie later, too," he suggested hopefully.

Brian hesitated for a moment and asked himself if he really wanted to go out with Don. Unlike the lunch after church, or the party after the concert, this would be a "real" date. With a guy!

Surprisingly, the idea didn’t seem so horrible to Brian. He wasn’t completely comfortable with his feelings, and he wanted a little time to examine them more closely, but Don expected some kind of response -- and at the very least Brian knew he could trust Don to be a gentleman.

"Uh, let me check with Terri, okay?"

Brian set the phone down and went off to find his sister.

"Ooh! I’d love to go," his sister said excitedly as she tried to keep her wet hair centered over the bathroom sink while she turned her head slightly to look at him. "Get all the details," she ordered.

 

(Concluded in Part 3)

 

 

 

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