The Unofficial Biography Of Kimmay

Book 4: The Nature Of The Matriarchy

by G L Hudson

 

 

When they returned to Gabrielle's, Melissa showed Luke how to clean up properly. She gave him some make-up remover and had him clean his face. Then she gave him moisturizer for his face. She helped him out of his dress, and took off his bra. Melissa gave him a lecherous look and said, "My what nice boobies you have my dear." They gently peeled his breast forms off, and then gave him cotton balls and solvent to clean the excess glue off his chest.

After they were both cleaned up, and Melissa's jewelry had been returned to its box, Melissa took Luke to the manicure station and cleaned the polish off his nails. "All finished dear," she pronounced. She walked Luke to the door and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Melissa pressed her crotch against his and could feel his erection. As she pushed harder and rubbed against him, he pressed back. They kissed for several minutes, and then finally broke apart to catch their breath.

"I had a wonderful day," she whispered.

"So did I."

"Was it as much fun as you expected?"

"It was great."

"Would you be willing to do it again sometime?"

Luke hesitated ever so slightly and then said, "Yes."

"Thanks. You've made my day. I have a gift for you."

"What is it?"

Melissa handed him the lipstick he had used. "Since we both used this directly on our lips, I can't put it back in the make-up cart. Rules, you know. I'd like you to have it."

"What am I going to do with lipstick?"

"Hang on to it, you never know," she smiled. "Come on, let's put all this stuff in the car and go home."

 

Betsy arrived punctually for her appointment. Melissa greeted her and even gave her a little hug. Betsy handed Melissa a pack of photos and immediately started questioning Melissa, "How was your prom? Where did you go to eat? Did you dance? Give me all the dirt."

Melissa glanced through her prom pictures and began detailing her first prom ever. It was clear from Melissa's narration that she had had a very nice time.

Betsy was happy to hear the good news. "I'm so glad to hear about your evening. Luke had a great time also. He didn't actually tell me, but a mother knows. You know what I mean?"

Melissa smiled. Of course she knew, Melissa was a mother also. Melissa took Betsy over to the wash station and began wetting her hair. "I have noticed a big difference in Luke since the two of you started dating. I'm very happy, relieved even. It was difficult raising Luke by myself."

"You probably felt like the entire world was coming down on you at times."

"Exactly. And I felt so incompetent. I think growing up was much harder for Luke because he didn't have a father. I wasn't able to play catch with him or wrestle on the floor with him. I think that hurt him. He was never very good in sports and so he didn't do well at making friends with other boys. I just didn't know what to do to help him. I think a single father can do a better job raising a boy and a single mother can do a better job raising a daughter."

"I agree entirely. I would much rather raise daughters than a son. I think it would be more fun too. We could share clothes and everything."

"Oh yes," continued Betsy. "In fact, there were times where I secretly wished he was my daughter. More than once I thought about putting him in a dress just to see what he would look like. Please don't ever tell Luke that I said that. It's a pretty weird thought, isn't it?"

Melissa gave Betsy a warm smile and said, "Not at all. There is nothing wrong with that thought at all. I think boys could use some training in the softer side of life." She wondered what Betsy would say if she saw the pictures of Luke wearing her prom dress.

Betsy returned the smile. "I really do like talking with you Melissa. You are such a good listener."

"That's what I'm here for."

"Probably the lowest point of my mothering career came when Luke was a freshman. Luke was always small for his age. The wrestling coach didn't have enough kids at the lower weight classes, so he asked if Luke would try out for wrestling. I thought it might be a good way for him to make friends, so I encouraged him. He was at the smallest weight class, about one hundred pounds if I remember correctly. Do you know that most of those kids drop weight to get into lower weight classes? Luke had to eat like a horse to get close to his weight, and these other kids were dropping weight. They were four or five inches taller than Luke and much stronger.

"I went to his first wrestling match. It was for freshmen only, and I would have hated to see what a varsity wrestler would have done to him." Betsy paused for a moment to collect her emotions. This seemed to be difficult for her. "I was horrified at what I saw. This other kid threw Luke all over the mat. He tossed him like a rag doll. Then he wrapped him up in a ball and pinned him. It looked so painful I wanted to scream." She paused again.

"I told him to quit, but he wanted to continue. I refused to go to his second match. He was pinned in less than a minute and he came home limping. That was all I could take. I made him quit the next day. He was just too small and fragile for sports. I felt really bad for him."

Melissa had finished washing Betsy's hair and moved their conversation to the styling chair. That gave Betsy time to collect her thoughts and change the mood. "So the last time I was here we were talking about Luke's new shorts. Were you able to get a picture of him wearing those shorts?"

"Yes I was and I brought them with me. Wait one second." Melissa retrieved them from behind the front counter and handed them to Betsy.

"I told you he had cute legs, didn't I?"

"Yes you did."

"But they don't look very good with that hair. He should wax his legs."

"You think so?" Melissa asked. She was pleasantly surprised that Betsy would suggest such a thing.

"Yes, don't you? Don't you think his legs would look better if they were smooth?" Betsy was half joking and half serious.

"Of course," Melissa agreed with a grin.

"Do you think you could talk him into it? The next time he comes for an appointment would you be able to wax his legs?"

Melissa hesitated for just a moment and Betsy added, "I'll pay for it. You can try to talk with him right? He really likes you, Melissa. I think he would do it if you asked."

"Ok, I'll try."

 

Luke's next appointment came and Melissa had decided that Betsy was right; it was time for Luke to have his legs waxed. When Luke arrived, Melissa gave him a hug and kiss, and then led him directly to the waxing room. "Take off your pants and put on this wrap-around," she instructed him. "Call me when you're ready," and she closed the door behind her.

When Luke was ready, Melissa returned to the room. "Lay down face-first on the table."

Luke was suspicious. "Why?"

"Get on the table first." Luke crawled on the table and lay down. "Good. I'm going to wax your legs."

Luke smiled, "Why?"

"Because your legs will then be smooth and much prettier when you're wearing shorts." Before he could complain, Melissa began explaining the procedure, "Let me explain what is going to happen. I'll use a tongue depressor to apply this wax to your legs. It is warm and will feel nice. Then I press a cloth on the wax. When the cloth has had time to adhere to the wax, I'll rip it off your leg. It will hurt, but just a little." Melissa had been applying the wax and cloth as she described each step. "Are you ready?"

"Ok." Luke tried to sound resigned, but he was actually thrilled to be introduced to another female ritual.

Melissa ripped the cloth off his leg. "Did that hurt?" she asked sympathetically.

"No, that was fine. I really don't know what all the fuss is about. Girls are such wimps." Melissa spanked him on his butt. Luke chuckled. "So how often do girls have to have their legs waxed?"

"That all depends. Some girls wax their legs every three or four weeks, while others only do it once in a while. They either shave or use depilatories."

"Can't they do anything permanent?"

"Sure, but it costs a few dollars. Lasers work very well, but they take many sessions and several weeks. It's not cheap, but it works. And some girls don't mind shaving or waxing. It's not like guys that have to shave every day. If you only have to do it every couple of weeks, it's more tolerable."

Melissa continued waxing his legs and Luke enjoyed their conversation. After discussing waxing, Melissa asked him about his plans after school. "Schools almost out, do you have any future plans?"

"I'm not sure yet. I don't exactly have great grades, so college isn't likely. Maybe I can turn into a beach bum."

"That's a good option. The compensation isn't very high, but there are nice 'intangibles' I'm told."

"That reminds me, Melissa. Graduation is next Wednesday afternoon. Would you come to the ceremony? Maybe we can do something afterwards?"

"Your timing is perfect. Wednesday is the one weekday that I get off. I'd be glad to come watch." 'Now what should I get him for graduation?' she thought. "Are we going out this Friday?"

"Of course. Can I come pick you up at the usual time?"

"Certainly. Now back to your future Luke, you really do need to think about what you're going to do."

"I know, but the problem is nothing sounds exciting, and I'm not good at anything either."

"That's not true, Luke. You're a good photographer. You're a good kisser. And you make a pretty debutante."

"Do you think I could get a job as a professional kisser?"

"If you're serious it will take lot's of practice. It's not easy being a professional at anything. You have to give it a lot of energy and commitment."

"I can do that."

"What about becoming a professional debutante?"

"Does it pay much?"

"Not a lot, but I hear the fringe benefits are great. Are you interested?"

"I'm not sure," he said rather wistfully. That was actually a good answer for Melissa. He left the door open, and he didn't use a negative tone of voice. Yes, it was a very good answer.

"Well, that leaves photographer. What do you think about that?"

"Maybe. But I'm not sure how to go about becoming a photographer."

"Get a summer job with a local studio and see if you like it. Some of the local guys are happy to take on a summer apprentice and show him around. You'll probably shoot a lot of weddings and high school senior portraits, but it's a place to start. What do you think?"

"Maybe," he said. "That might be fun."

"Hey, if you only do it for the summer, it gives you some spending money and a chance to test the waters."

"Yea. I like the idea. How do I go about doing it?"

"Open the yellow pages and just start calling down the list. Ask if they might be interested in hiring a high school senior for the summer. Tell them what you're interested in and let them know you have some experience on the high school yearbook."

"Do you think my experience will help?"

"Not really. But it shows interest, and that's all they're looking for. Whoever hires you will train you the way they see fit. Hey, what have you got to lose? Go for it."

"Maybe I should."

Melissa thought a bit, and decided to go back to her main interest in Luke. She decided to open a new line of conversation. Actually it wasn't all that new, she had done it herself. "Or … maybe you could come work with me."

"What do you mean?"

"You could go to cosmetology school and learn how to be beautician. Then we could get a job together."

"I'm not sure that I want to go back to school right now. But I like the idea of working with you."

"We could have fun together. I'll bet you would make a great beautician. What do you think? Is that something that might be fun to you?"

"Maybe. I don't know much about it. I'm not sure what all you have to know."

"I can show you. I've already shown you a few things they teach us. I can show you some more. Then you can think about it later. How does that sound?"

"Ok."

With that ok Melissa knew she had him. He was trying to sound nonchalant, but Melissa now knew for sure that he liked female clothes and make-up and curly hair. It was only a matter of time before she transformed him into a beautiful girl.

 

Friday night they went to a movie, a pizza parlor and then the back seat of Melissa's car. It was another successful teenage date. On Saturday Luke came to Gabrielle's and picked her up for another afternoon of shopping. They started at the food court in the mall and then headed towards Melissa's favorite shops. She was turning into a teenage shop-aholic. They spent the day shopping for Luke's graduation present. Melissa had decided that she would give Luke another make-over and day of cross-dressing. Luke would unwittingly help pick out his clothes.

Melissa started with dresses. She took Luke to several stores and showed him a variety of different dresses. They would talk about different styles and colors and then Melissa always asked Luke for his opinion. He thought a couple of them were pretty. After hitting all the usual stores, Melissa backtracked to the preferred dresses until Luke had expressed a strong preference. She tried on the dress and gave him one last time to approve. Since the dress fit Melissa, she was confident that it would also fit Luke. She bought the dress and took it to the car so she wouldn't have to carry it around.

Their next stop was lingerie. Melissa told Luke that she wanted to buy some new bras and slips. She found a 34C underwire bra that would look good with a set of her old breast forms. She picked out a couple pairs of bikini underwear and then asked Luke a question, "How often do you wear your panties?"

"Now that I usually wear those jeans that I bought, almost all of the time."

"How do you wash them without your mom seeing them?"

Luke smiled, "I have a routine worked out. I wait until I have a couple of used pair, then in the morning I wash them in the bathroom sink while I shower. Before I leave the bathroom, I drop them down the clothes chute into the basement. Mom leaves before I do, so after she is gone I go get the panties and hang them up on the basement clothesline. I always get home before she does, so I take them down in the afternoon and put them away."

"Good method," Melissa congratulated him. "But wouldn't it be easier to buy boy's jockey shorts."

Luke's smile dropped. "I suppose so. But I already had these that you bought … and well, they seemed to be serving the purpose. Do you think I should go buy some jockey shorts?" he asked. The disappointment was evident in his voice.

"Absolutely not!" Melissa told him. "Why buy something that you don't need? It would be stupid and a waste of money." Luke's smile perked up again.

Melissa put the bikini panties in her basket along with Luke's new bra. She bought a pretty silk camisole with spaghetti straps and lace edging along the bodice. In the hosiery department she bought two pair of suntan thigh-hi nylons, two pair of opaque white and two pair of black.

With Luke looking over her shoulder she took everything to the cashier and bought another portion of Luke's graduation present. "I need a new pair of heels, do you mind if we go to Shoe-Time?"

Luke was happy to follow Melissa through the world of feminine desires. She picked out a pair of open-toed, white three-inch heels with straps. She made sure to get a larger size that would fit Luke.

'What else?' she thought to herself. It would be fun to take him by the cosmetic counters, but she had more than enough cosmetics back at the salon. Fragrance? She would buy that later, as a true surprise for him. Purse? That she could get from home. Jewelry? She had plenty of items for him to borrow. "I guess we're done. What do you want to do now?"

 

Graduation was scheduled for 7:30 P.M. on Wednesday evening. Betsy called Melissa and asked if she were going to the ceremony. "Perhaps we can go together," she suggested. Melissa agreed to meet at Betsy's house.

When Melissa arrived, Luke had already left for the school. Betsy met her at the front door. "Melissa," in an abrupt tone was how Betsy acknowledged her arrival. "Come in, I have something to show you." Betsy's tone of voice was edgy and cold. Something was wrong. Betsy didn't even offer Melissa a chair. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of Luke's panties and held them up for Melissa to see.

"Are these yours?"

Gulp. Melissa wasn't sure what to say. Before she could say anything Betsy said, "Are the two of you having sex? Don't lie to me Melissa, I want to know the truth," she demanded.

Melissa still wasn't sure how to answer, but at least she understood why Betsy was so angry. Melissa decided to go with the truth. If the circumstances were reversed she would want the truth. "Betsy, I assure you that we are not having sex. We haven't gone past kissing and light petting. Luke hasn't been past second base. That is the truth." She paused trying to think of a good way to explain whose panties they were. "The panties however are not mine. They belong to Luke."

"Luke's?" she asked skeptically.

"Yes. You see, we were shopping one day and he was complaining about me buying everything and he wasn't buying a thing. We were standing in front of women's jeans when he brought it up. So I grabbed a pair of women's jeans and said, 'Buy these.' He was wearing those awful baggy jeans and I really wanted him to get rid of them. So I convinced him to try on the jeans. You've seen the jeans, you know which ones I'm talking about. I didn't realize it at the time but he was also wearing those huge boxer shorts underneath. When he came out of the dressing room those boxer shorts were sticking out the top of the jeans and they were all wadded up inside the legs too. You know what I mean?"

Betsy nodded her head in an understanding way. Some of the hard edge around her eyes was softening. She believed Melissa's story.

"We were in the women's department and women's lingerie was the closest. I told him to stay in the changing room and I ran over and bought him a pair of panties to replace his boxer shorts."

Betsy sat down on the sofa. "So he is wearing panties under his jeans?"

"Yes, I helped him buy a couple more pair of panties later on."

Betsy thought for another minute and said, "Does he wear panties under his new shorts?"

Melissa hesitated for a moment but then said, "Yes."

"I don't understand. I didn't have any idea that he was doing this."

Melissa decided to explain further. "He didn't want you to find out. He washes the panties in the bathroom sink in the morning and then he hangs them in the basement after you go to work. When he gets home he takes them down before you can accidentally see them."

Betsy leaned back in the sofa and sighed. She looked at Melissa still standing inside the front door. "I'm sorry Melissa, please sit down. After I found the panties I thought the worst. I've been working myself into a heart attack all day. All day I've been planning on confronting you and I expected the worst. This is a relief to the say the least."

Melissa was relieved too. "Me too. When I saw those panties I wasn't sure what to do. I considered running," and she laughed lightly.

Betsy smiled and giggled too. "That would have been a bad move. I would have gone ballistic. But this is a relief. Actually, I can't think of a better way for this to have turned out."

"Really?"

"This might sound weird, but I don't mind him wearing panties at all. In fact, in a way I'm glad he is."

Melissa thought she understood. Betsy had told Melissa the truth when she had said she would have preferred a daughter. She had even said that she would have liked to see Luke dressed as a girl.

"Melissa, I have a question. Did you consider my request to wax Luke's legs?"

Melissa was reluctant to go there, but if ever there was a chance to test the water, now was that time. "Yes, last Friday when he came for his hair appointment I waxed his legs."

"How does he look?"

Melissa smiled, "Very sexy."

Betsy smiled and sunk even further into the sofa. She just looked at Melissa and smiled. "Melissa, you are quite a girl. Let's go in the kitchen and get something to drink." She jumped up with renewed energy and bounded into the kitchen. Melissa followed after her. Betsy set two giant glasses of ice tea on the kitchen table and gestured for Melissa to sit.

"We've got a few minutes before we have to leave, tell me what happened. Did he resist?"

Melissa was still trying to decide if she should tell all, but her reservations were starting to break down. "No he didn't resist at all. In fact, he liked it."

"He didn't think it hurt?"

"Not at all. He said girls are wimps."

"Rather brash of the little wimp. He's never spent an evening in a girdle and high heels. That would change his tune."

That did it. Melissa was convinced. "Actually Betsy, he has."

"He has what?" The expression on her face was of anticipation, not fear.

"The Sunday after prom, I convinced him to trade clothes. I wore his tuxedo and he wore my prom dress."

"No!" Betsy grinned and stared at Melissa. "How did he look?"

"Betsy, you wouldn't have believed it. He looked beautiful. I mean really pretty."

Betsy began chuckling and smiling. She was in a great mood now. The sudden switch in extreme emotions was making her giddy. "I'd give my right arm to have seen him in that dress."

"I've got pictures," Melissa offered in a teasing tone.

"Where? I have got to see them Melissa. Right now, I have to see them!"

"You're in luck. I have them in the car. Wait one second and I'll show you."

Betsy followed Melissa to the front door and waited for Melissa to return. She grabbed the pictures from Melissa's hand and quickly looked through them. She started giggling at some of the pictures. "These are wonderful," she said and she continued looking through them as she worked her way back to the kitchen. Melissa followed along behind. They both sat down and Betsy continued going through the pictures. She must have looked at them at least three times before she returned her attention to Melissa.

"These are really good pictures. Where did you take them?"

"The lady that owns the salon also owns and runs a photo studio upstairs. Once in a while I help her out, so I know how to use the cameras. I took the pictures in the studio."

"He is pretty, isn't he?" she asked quietly. Melissa merely nodded and smiled. "And you Melissa … you are very talented also. I presume you did his hair and make-up?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Wow. I always wondered … but even in my dreams …" she let her voice trail off. "Melissa, did you say that he spent a night in heels?"

"And a corset. When we were finally dressed, I drove us to a restaurant and we had dinner. No one even guessed. The busboys fell all over themselves being nice to him. He was very convincing."

"Dinner? Oh my. Melissa, tell me the truth. How did he respond to this?" Betsy's voice gave her away. She was nervous about the answer. She obviously had certain hopes.

"He was apprehensive at first, afraid to show that he liked it. All those male hormones and attitudes were difficult to overcome. I had to plead and cajole to get him to go along with it. But eventually I think he started to enjoy it. When he saw how convincing he looked, I think that made a big impact on him. And it definitely changed his attitude. In fact, I think that is when he began to relax and enjoy it. By the end of the evening I think he was having fun."

Betsy breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad. I'm glad he enjoyed it. He deserves something like this. Lord knows he's pretty enough. Melissa? Is this something you plan on doing again?"

"When we were done I asked him if he had fun and he said yes. Then I asked if he would be willing to try it again sometime and he agreed. So … the back seat of my car is full of graduation presents for Luke. One of them contains a cute dress that he would look adorable wearing."

"Yes!" Betsy clapped her hands together and began giggling. "Melissa, you are an angel. I don't know how you did this but I love you for it." Betsy walked over to Melissa and asked, "Can I give you a hug?" After the hug Betsy said, "We need to start thinking about going to the ceremony. When were you going to give him his presents?"

"I wasn't sure, I need to do it when we're alone."

"Let's discuss that on the way. Oh, Melissa, could you make a set of those pictures for me?"

"Keep them, Betsy. I can print off another set later."

 

After the ceremony both the women walked to the front of the gymnasium and found Luke. Betsy asked what the two of them were going to do next. As usual, Luke shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe get a bite to eat."

"There are plenty of left-overs in the refrigerator. Why don't you two go help yourselves. I've got to go down to the church and help them organize some used clothes that have been volunteered for our sale this weekend. Don't wait up for me, I won't be home before eleven."

"That ok with you?" Luke asked Melissa.

"Sure."

Luke had to rush back and turn in his graduation gown. Melissa grinned at Betsy, "That was clever thinking."

"Thanks. Here is my cell number. Call me when the coast is clear. Don't make it too late, I've got work tomorrow."

"Me too. Thanks."

 

When they reached Luke's home, Melissa made him carry his presents inside. She handed him a package and said, "Open this one first."

He opened the package with the bikini panties. He smiled and said, "I won't have to wash so often now. Thanks," and he gave Melissa a little kiss.

Next she handed him the package with the camisole, "I thought this would go great under your sweater."

"I'm sure it will."

Luke opened the stockings next. "I thought they would look great on your waxed legs. You'll love the feel of them."

When he opened the bra he was starting to understand. "Isn't this the bra you picked out last week when we went shopping?"

"It sure is. Remember the night you wore my prom dress? I asked you if you would consider dressing up again?"

Luke understood. He picked up the largest box, "Could this possibly be a dress that you bought last weekend?"

"If I remember correctly, you are the one that picked it out."

Luke opened the dress and took it. He stood up and held it in front of him. "You want me to wear this?"

"With all my heart."

"What are the other two packages?"

"Open them and find out." Luke opened up the shoes and a small box with a bottle of expensive perfume. "When you dress up pretty, you should have your own signature fragrance. So Luke, do you like your gifts?"

"They're not exactly what I expected," he said. But they were what he dreamed for.

"This Saturday will you let me dress you up?"

"I don't have anything else planned," he conceded reluctantly.

"Wonderful. I have some late appointments this week, and I probably won't finish up until four or later. Come by the store at five o'clock and we can start then." She gave him a hug and wet kiss.

 

Luke showed up at five. He was carrying his dress in a black garment carrier, along with his other clothes. Melissa locked the front door, and took Luke to the washing station. She shampooed his hair and then took him to her chair and began sectioning his hair. As she pulled the curler cart over, the rear door opened. "Hey mom, it's me."

"Hi Valerie. Closing up?"

"Yep, I'll clear your register." Then she noticed Luke. "Oh, I didn't know you still had a customer. Sorry to interrupt."

"That's ok. Let me introduce you. Valerie, this is Luke."

Luke had a shocked look on his face. Valerie had a weird look on her face also. "Hi," she said, then went back to her business. She gave Melissa a nasty look when she left.

Luke was irritated. "Why did you introduce her to me? She almost recognized me as a guy."

"She did, Luke. She knew right away that you're a guy."

"Oh great! She'll think I'm a freak. She's probably telling all of her friends now. They'll be laughing and making fun of me."

"She won't tell anyone Luke. It's time I explained something. Remember the first time you came here? You were looking at pictures on the wall and I said I could make you look like those girls. Remember?" Luke said yes. "That was because that is what we do here. Luke, this salon is for men who like to dress as women. They come here for a style or make over, and then they go out for the night."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. There are lots of men that like to do this. Gabrielle's was started with the implicit idea of serving their community. That's what I do here. I make beautiful women out of men."

Luke was stunned. He didn't know what to say. Finally, it seemed that he just needed a bit of reassurance. "You mean other men dress as girls also?"

"Lot's of men, Luke. More than you can know. And lot's of them come here for their beauty needs. Gabrielle's has been around for thirty years. We're very good and we're very discrete. No one will ever know. Valerie knows exactly what I do here, and she even helps when I'm busy. Don't' worry, you're in good hands. Our secret will remain secret," except for your mom she thought.

Luke remained quiet as Melissa continued to roll his hair. "Did she call you mom?"

"Yes she did."

"Why?"

"Because I let her."

Luke decided not to pursue the question. He accepted it as one of those co-worker jokes. The situation was still settling in for Luke. This was actually exciting news. He liked Melissa very much, and in secret he was enjoying Melissa's attention and her pandering to his feminine wishes. Actually, she was leading him. It was almost like she knew what he was thinking at times. She obviously knew he liked dressing as a girl.

And that was fine. How she knew didn't matter. What did matter was his conscience. Everything he had been brought up believing said this was wrong. Boys shouldn't dress as girls. This was totally unacceptable to society, and he would be ruined if anyone found out. Yet, he found it fascinating and desirable. It seemed like this was something that he had always wanted, but he was never able to admit it.

And now he found out that other men did the same thing. Many men liked this. Maybe he wasn't 'sick' or 'perverted'. If other men did this same thing, then he wasn't a single deviant in the world. There was something common out there that attracted men to do this. Maybe it was in their genes; maybe he was born to want this. It wasn't necessarily his fault. It wasn't because he grew up with just his mother. Watching her dress in her clothes and put on her make-up didn't turn him into this. Mimicking his mother, trying to walk and act like her and wishing he could dress like she did was something he was born with, not something that he alone desired out of weakness; out of lack of a father.

He was totally lost in his own thoughts. He didn't hear Melissa. "I'm setting your hair different than last time. I'm making tight curls that we will leave in when they dry. I'll plump them up a bit, but we won't brush them out. How does that sound?"

'Wonderful' he dreamed.

After Melissa finished setting Luke's hair, she began with his make-up. When she got to his lips she asked if he had brought his lipstick. "Of course. But can I ask you to use a different color today?"

"What would you like?"

"Something redder; more berry to go with my dress."

"You have a good eye, Luke."

After applying his make-up, she took Luke to the waxing room to dress him. "Which stockings did you bring?" she asked him.

"The white and suntan. I wasn't sure which would go better with my dress."

"Either one. The white would be a good choice tonight. What do you think?"

"White it is."

Melissa watched as he pulled the stockings up his smooth legs. "How do they feel?"

Luke smiled. "I like them. They have clingy feel, and they're a bit tight around the elastic."

"You'll get used to them soon enough." Melissa picked up his bra and held it by the straps as she presented it to him. Luke put his arms through the strap and around Melissa. She reached around his back and clasped the bra. She then gave him a little kiss on the lips. "Do you like your new bra?"

"I like all of this," he said quietly. "And I like it even more now that I know I'm not a freak. I'm not alone."

"You are not a freak, Luke. I can promise you that. In fact, I think you're better than any man who refuses to consider his softer side. Those are the people that I feel sorry for." She changed the subject, "I've got two sizes of breast forms for you. A "B" and a "C". Do you want to be a big girl or a modest girl?"

"Melissa, are we going out after I get dressed?"

"Do you want to go out?"

He paused, all of his reservations hadn't been erased, "Yes."

"Then we go out."

"In that case, I think I should be more modest. What do you think?"

"I agree. Until you become more comfortable in public, it's best not to draw too much attention."

Luke loved that answer. Melissa had said that she would continue dressing Luke and taking him out in public. Great!

Melissa slipped the "B" forms into Luke's bra, and then helped him with his corset. She slid his camisole over his head and he was ready for his dress. The dress was a light ivory with a berry colored floral pattern. The hem ended an inch above the knee, the sleeves were short with a biased cut and the neckline was round and not too revealing. Best of all, it was washable. Melissa dropped it over his head and he wiggled into it. "Careful with those curlers, sweetie. Let it slide over slowly." Luke pulled the dress down and then turned to the mirror.

"What do you think?" he asked Melissa.

"It fits very nicely. And it is very pretty; very summer. You look great. How do you feel?"

"Perfect. I have to admit I think I look pretty. And Melissa … I do like doing this."

"I know you do. It's written in your pretty eyes and smile. Let's put your heels on, and then go do your nails."

Luke even thrilled at getting his nails painted. One day he was going to have to finagle a full-blown manicure and pedicure. He watched carefully as Melissa painted his nails with a redder polish than the previous time. "You will have to grow your nails longer," Melissa suggested.

"Ok," he answered.

While his nails dried, Melissa took Luke to the hair dryer and finished drying his hair. Luke paged through a Ladylike magazine, and Melissa changed into her evening clothes. She also wore a dress, a white mini-dress. It had thin straps and showed just a bit of her cleavage. With white hosiery and three-inch heels, she and Luke made an attractive pair of girls.

After Melissa removed and styled Luke's hair she swung his chair towards the mirror. "Well? What do you think Louise?"

Louise had been thinking about her name. "I don't like Louise all that much she said. Can I have another name?"

"Certainly," Melissa answered. "What do you like?"

"Stefanie?"

"Stefanie is really pretty. Stefanie, you're finished. Would you mind if I take your picture?"

Melissa led Stefanie to the second floor photo studio, and shot a dozen pictures before she decided that she had enough. She made sure to get a couple pictures with the two of them together.

By the time they were done it was eight o'clock. "Stefanie, are you hungry?" She was starving. "How about we go to the mall? We can get something to eat and then do some shopping. You might want to buy some earrings and a necklace."

Melissa drove them to the mall and they went straight to the food mall where they each had Chinese. Then they shopped until the stores began closing. Stefanie had a great time. She bought three pairs of earrings, two rings, a necklace and a couple of bracelets.

Next she bought a purse and returned Melissa's spare. Then they went shopping for dresses. Stefanie and Melissa both tried on several dresses, but neither girl bought one. When the stores began closing, they moved to the movie theater and caught a chick-flick. After the movie, they went to a club in the Lavender Zone. It was a Country and Western teenclub. Melissa was relieved to find out that they still did line dances. The music was different, but the steps were very similar. It took only half a dance before Melissa was back in the groove and showing Stefanie how to dance.

Melissa introduced Stefanie to another regular from Gabrielle's. Mary had been going to Gabrielle's for almost two years. She usually made an appointment for late Friday or Saturday, before she went out. Stefanie was impressed with Mary, not because she was all that pretty, but because she was so comfortable with her life. Mary helped Stefanie resolve her confidence in herself.

After the dance club, the two of them returned to the backseat of Melissa's car where they inspected each other's tonsils and smeared lipstick over their faces. By the time they returned to Gabrielle's it was one o'clock. They cleaned up and changed back into their day-time clothes. When they were ready to go home, Luke said, "Melissa, can I ask a favor?"

"Sure," Melissa answered.

"Can I keep my dress at your house? I don't want my mother to find it. I can handle small items like panties and camisoles, but I would feel safer if I could keep the rest somewhere else."

"Of course, Luke. I can take it home with me. You don't think your mother would understand if she found these clothes?"

"No way," said Luke. "I can't take a chance."

"I understand."

"Melissa, where do you live? You've never said. Why not?"

"Because I like you Luke." Luke looked quizzically at her. "I live close by and if I told you, I'm afraid we might end up there. Maybe someday soon, but not yet. It's too tempting." She gave him a sympathetic smile.

She locked up Gabrielle's and walked him to the car. "Here," she said as she handed him tonight's lipstick. "For you. You can practice at home."

 

From that night on, they were on their cell-phones constantly. Melissa had to tell him to quit bugging her at work so often. That usually kept him from calling for two or three hours. She asked what he was planning for his future. He still didn't know. She asked if he had called any photographers. He had called only a few and was rejected by all of them. She urged him to keep trying. Nothing was easy out there in the real world, she told him. If he wasn't going to try harder Melissa would have to take things into her own hands. Melissa began working on her own plan.

Betsy had an appointment later in the week and the subject was of course Luke. She was excited to see Luke's latest pictures. "He's changed his name to Stefanie," Melissa told her.

"That's pretty," Betsy said. "Almost as pretty as she is." Betsy was still very excited about Luke dressing as a girl and she was very happy to see how well Luke was doing.

"Has Luke said anything about what he wants to do for his future?" Melissa asked.

"Not really. He said something about looking for a job as a photographer, but I haven't heard anything else."

"We've talked about that also," Melissa started. "But he's not having much luck. The boss here owns a photo studio upstairs. I asked if she could use a helper for the summer, but she said no. But she did say that she would check with some of her friends. So yesterday she told me that she does have one lady who is looking for a female apprentice for the summer."

Melissa didn't say that she was the one who had made the call, and had promised to pay the salary.

"Luke is passable as a girl. This is something that he could do. He could combine his favorite pastime with a possible career. What do you think, Betsy?"

"That's an interesting concept. He would be living almost full-time as a girl."

"Would you be ok with that?"

Betsy had to think about it for several minutes. "I guess if that is what he wants I could agree. I always wondered what Luke would look like as a girl, but I never really thought about him living as a girl. It's a big step. It has to be something he really wants. And if that is what he wants … I guess I will support him. He is all I've got."

"Yes, I think it is something that he wants, and he will need your full support, whether he realizes it or not."

"I see a lot of problems though. He would be coming and going at home while dressed as a girl. The neighbors would start asking questions. And how would he bring up the subject with me? That might be very difficult for him."

"I know, and that is why I have an offer to make. But before I say anything to Luke, I'd like to get your permission first. I live upstairs on the third floor with my sister. It is a very large apartment and there is a guest bedroom. Luke could move in there and live full time as a girl. That is if it is ok with you."

"He'd live with you?" Betsy was suspicious.

"When I finish with your hair, I'll show you the apartment and you can decide."

"He'd have his own room?"

"Absolutely."

"How much would he have to pay?"

"That's the best part, almost nothing. The apartment is owned by the same woman that owns this salon. She owns the entire building. She used to live on the third floor, but she has gone on a lengthy trip. The day-to-day business concerns are being turned over to her daughter. While she's gone she is letting me and my sister live there rent free. All we have to do is pay the utilities and take care of it. It's fully furnished." Most of what Melissa said was true.

"It sounds too good to be true." Melissa said nothing, she let Betsy think about it. "You know what my biggest concern is?"

"Yes, I do. But all I can say is have faith in Luke. You spent nineteen years raising him and instilling your values in him. Sooner of later he will be on his own and he will have to decide how he will live his life. This can be a trial for Luke. We're not that far from your house so it will be easy for you to visit."

"Let me see the apartment."

When Melissa finished Betsy's hair, they locked the salon and walked outside to the rear entrance. Melissa led them up the stairs. She had anticipated this, and so had cleared out the apartment. All of the pictures of Kimmay and Valerie and grandma and grandpa had been removed. Kimmay's bedroom was locked and off limits. Betsy was impressed with the apartment. It was very large and superbly furnished. "Is all of this furniture yours?" Betsy asked.

"It all belongs to the owner," she said truthfully.

"And she doesn't charge rent?"

"All I pay are utilities."

"Which bedroom is Luke's?"

"Stefanie would live here," Melissa said.

"And where would you sleep?"

Melissa took Betsy to the opposite end of the apartment. "Where's Luke's bathroom? Do you share?"

"Nope, there is a bathroom next to his room."

As they walked down the hall they passed Valerie's room. "Your sister stays here?"

"Yes."

Across the hall was a locked room. Betsy tried the door and found it locked. "That room is off limits," Melissa said. "We don't go in there."

"Why not?"

"It belongs to the owner's daughter. She keeps it locked at all times."

"This all looks too good to be true Melissa. A fully furnished apartment like this is simply amazing. I can't believe the owner would hand it over to you."

"She has faith in me. I try not to disappoint her."

"Can I think about it?"

"Sure. But please don't say anything to Luke yet. If you decide to say no, I don't want Luke to be disappointed."

 

For two weeks Melissa and Luke continued dating. On Friday and Saturday nights Melissa would give Luke a complete make over, and then Stefanie would go on a date with Melissa. Luke was having the time of his life. He was buying more clothes and storing them at Melissa's. Before each date, Luke would tell Melissa which clothes to bring to the salon. Melissa was slowly teaching Luke how to apply his own makeup and even curl his own hair. Luke was a fast learner. What he was not good at was job hunting. He still didn't have a job.

Betsy showed up for her bi-weekly appointment, but something was different. There was no smile on her face when she greeted Melissa. She went straight to the point. "Who are you?" she demanded. Melissa was caught by surprise and didn't answer. "I've done some checking around since our last visit. I even checked on the 'owner' of this building. Her name is Melissa May, and she is a fifty year old man!"

"No she isn't!" Melissa shot back. "We had better talk. Your facts are all wrong."

"Then please enlighten me!" Betsy said sarcastically.

Melissa locked the front door and then said, "Follow me." She took Betsy through the back door and into the hallway. She led her down the hall to her office. Valerie was sitting at the computer running calculations. "Valerie, could we have some privacy please?"

Melissa's tone made it clear that it wasn't a request. "Sure mom. Let me save this."

Valerie left and Melissa took her seat behind her desk. "Please sit, and she motioned Betsy towards the expensive leather couch."

"Mom? She called you mom! Who exactly are you?" Betsy asked.

"First, tell me who … or what you think I am."

"You can't lie to me Melissa." Betsy was angry, but there were also tears in her eyes. "I checked it out. You are Melissa Ann May and your daughter is Kimmay. You are over fifty years old and you were born a male. And now you're trying to seduce my son you freak!"

Melissa took a quiet and soothing tone with Betsy. "Everything you said is partly correct, Betsy. But you don't seem to have all of the facts. Please listen to me, let me explain the entire situation. I'm going to start from the beginning and some of the parts are going to sound too bizarre to be true. Trust me, let me finish and I can prove everything I say. Will you let me explain in full?"

It was a smart negotiating tactic. Melissa forced Betsy to agree to listen to the full story.

"I was indeed born as a male. I was a shy, lonely boy with parents that couldn't have given a squat about me. I earned a scholarship and went away to school. At school I met a girl that I fell in love with. Her name was Cynthia May and she was from Milwaukee. Her parents still live nearby. Cynthia not only loved me in return, but she understood something that I did not. She knew I was unhappy and she took me under her wing. She slowly introduced me to what she called the 'softer side' of life. Femininity. She helped me discover my feminine side just as I am helping Luke discover his.

"Betsy this is all true. It's all documented and available if you want to see it.

"Anyway, I started living full time as a woman. I started taking hormones and changing my body. But Cynthia was very smart. Before I began taking hormones I placed my sperm in a sperm bank. Then I began my hormones. I went to cosmetology school and learned my career.

"Cynthia and I married as man and woman. I was living full time as a woman, but I was still legally a man. We moved to Milwaukee and bought this building. Together we owned this building. We lived on the third floor and I turned the first floor into two separate salons. I'm sure you've seen 'Lissa's out front. 'Lissa's is how I make my living. It is one of the most profitable salons anywhere.

"I also started Gabrielle's. Gabrielle's is aimed exclusively at the Tg and transsexual community. I cater to cross-dressers. It was my way to unwind and return something to the community that was so kind to me.

"And then I lost Cynthia. She was killed in an automobile accident in Racine. I have the newspaper clippings and I can show them to you. My world was destroyed. I was lost. The only thing that kept me going was my two children. Cynthia had used the sperm that I had stored years. Before her accident, she gave birth to two children. Since I was living as a full time woman, and I was in the house all day, I became their mother.

"I was their mother. I still had male plumbing, but I was their mother. My body was full of female hormones and I felt like a mother. I took care of them. I nurtured them. I raised them right here in this building. No matter what you think I was physically, I was a good mother!

"The older of those two children is my daughter Valerie. She is the one that just left the room. When we finish, you can talk with her in private and ask her any questions that you want. The second child was a son. Because of who and what we were, Cynthia and I raised him as our second daughter. You may question our judgment at the time, but in retrospect it was the smartest thing I have ever done."

"I have heard of Kimmay." Betsy answered. "But I did not realize she – I mean he - was male."

"He was. He is no longer. And neither am I. You know he worked with extra-terrestrials right?"

"So I have read," Betsy answered with a voice full of skepticism.

"By the tone of your voice I'm not sure that you believe it, but that is unimportant. These people had great powers. I personally jumped around the world in an instant using their technology. And they also saved my life. The government sent assassins here to my salon to shoot and kill me. Kimmay was in hiding and they needed to find her. They shot me, hoping that she would come to my side. I must not have been too bad of a mother, because Kimmay risked her life to come to my side." Melissa stopped and grabbed a Kleenex. She dabbed at her eyes and nose. Betsy watched and said nothing.

"They were bad times. More than once I thought I had lost Kimmay. But in the end she defeated the government. Kimmay disappeared for fifteen years while the extra-terrestrials trained her. She was returned to me for barely two years. Another crises erupted and spaceships were sent here to destroy us. Kimmay saved Earth. She defeated them. Kimmay did things that no one understands. Great things," and Melissa broke up. She started crying and couldn't stop. Betsy said nothing as Melissa regained her composure.

"Things happened that I don't understand. No one does. But for some reason, a new race of extra-terrestrials entered the picture. Somehow Kimmay earned their respect and gratitude. They owed her a favor. They again took Kimmay off-world, but before they did, they granted Kimmay a favor. They turned her and me and some others like us into real woman. I am a complete woman in every biological way that man can measure. And in addition, they gave me thirty years."

"What does that mean?"

"They made me thirty years younger. Biologically I am twenty-one years old. I am a girl going through puberty and full of hormones."

Betsy said nothing.

"Have you not read any of this?"

"It's too sensational. How can anyone believe any of it? Or even part of it? This is tabloid stuff!"

Melissa pushed back her chair and walked over to Betsy's side of the desk. She began unbuttoning her blouse. Betsy watched as Melissa removed her blouse, her camisole and then bra. She exposed her breasts for Betsy to see and inspect. Betsy remained seated as she watched. She blushed slightly, but she did not look away. Then Melissa unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and pulled down her panties. All she had left were her stockings and shoes.

"Do you believe me now?"

"I'm not sure." Betsy was trying to believe. She wanted to believe, but like everyone else in the world, she had trouble believing all the details of this fantastic story. Sure, she had seen the spaceships in the sky. She had watched Kristal's speech in front of the United Nations. But seeing it on television and in person required an entirely new level of belief.

"I could have gotten a sex change operation, right?"

"It is possible," Betsy agreed.

"It's too bad I'm not having my period. And when they do those operations, can they take away all of your wrinkles and laugh lines? Can they make all of your liver spots and blemishes disappear. Look carefully Betsy. How old do I really look?"

"You look young Melissa. But how can I believe that an alien turned you from a man into a woman just because he owed Kimmay a favor?"

Melissa picked up her clothes and began putting them back on. When she was done, she took her seat behind the desk. "I tell you in all honesty, I am a young woman. I am full of teenage hormones and I am going through the exact same change-of-life that you went through many years ago. I will tell you just as honestly, I like your son. I wouldn't say that I am in love with him. I must admit that these hormones have me a little mixed up. Maybe it is just puppy love. Maybe it's infatuation. But it is real. And it is from a woman, a real female, that I feel these things.

"Since this is so hard to believe. I will try and prove it to you. But you have to open your mind. You have to give me a chance. Will you?"

"Melissa, I want to believe you. I do, but …"

Melissa hit the speed dial on her AV phone. The screen lit up and Jennifer appeared. "Hi Melissa," she said cheerfully. "It's good to see you."

"Hi Jennifer. I have someone here with me. Her name is Betsy and she is the mother of a teenage boy that I have been seeing." Melissa spun the flat-screen video around so that Betsy could see. Jennifer was on the screen and the picture-in-picture showed Betsy's face.

"Hi Betsy."

Betsy was a bit stunned. She knew who Jennifer was. She had seen her on television many times. "Hello," Betsy answered.

Melissa spun the screen back around.

"A teenager?" Jennifer asked incredulously.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I'm thinking and acting like a teenager, Jennifer. I'll explain some other time. But now I need your help. Betsy is concerned that a fifty year old male pervert is stalking her son."

"That's not exactly what I said," Betsy protested in the background.

"Jennifer, I need to prove that I truly am a young woman. I tried to show her my new body, but she thinks that can be faked with surgery."

Betsy was turning red as Melissa tried to embarrass her in front of Jennifer. Melissa was acting petulant like a teenager.

"Jennifer, can I show her the cube?"

"Let me ask Kristal."

"We'll wait," Melissa quickly said. She didn't want to sit there with Betsy while they waited for a return call. Melissa looked at Betsy, "Do you want to talk with my daughter Valerie? You can talk in private for as long as you want. Ask her anything you want. I don't care." Melissa was getting nasty in her tone of voice.

"I don't think so," Betsy said. "What is the cube?"

"The cube is one of those things you don't believe in. It's a recording of Kimmay's conversation with the alien when she changed me into a complete woman."

"A recording?"

"It's identical to reality. Don't worry, this can't be faked."

"Melissa, I never said you faked anything. I said I wanted the truth. I want to believe, but you have to convince me."

"I will," she said abruptly. The two of them sat in silence waiting for Jennifer to return.

It took about five long awkward minutes for Jennifer to return, but it wasn't Jennifer who returned. It was Kristal. "Hi Melissa," Kristal beamed a huge smile at her. "I hear you need some help."

"Hi, Kristal. Yea, just a little. I have someone here that thinks I'm a dirty old man."

Kristal took a soothing tone with Melissa, "May I speak with her?" Melissa spun around the screen. Betsy had been shocked to see Jennifer, but Kristal took her breath away. "Hi Betsy."

Betsy muttered something unintelligible.

"Betsy, I'm sure that what Melissa has told you is difficult to believe. But trust me, she is a complete, young woman. I have in my possession a cube that can indeed corroborate everything she has said. I would be glad to show it to you. Unfortunately I am tied down here with some important business, and I can't bring it to you. Would you be willing to come here and see it? Would lunch at the White House be ok? Tomorrow?"

Betsy was thunder struck. "But … tomorrow is so soon …"

"I'll send a plane for you. Can you be ready by 8:00 A.M. tomorrow morning?"

"Huh?"

"I'll send a limo to pick you up at 8:00 A.M. tomorrow morning. Can I speak with Melissa again?" Melissa spun the screen around. "Melissa, the limo will pick you up after Betsy. Jennifer and the plane will be waiting for you at the airport. Honey, I know what you're going through. My hormones have been racing lately, and I have found myself becoming more temperamental also. This is turning out to be more difficult than I expected. Please calm yourself as best you can. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

Betsy was staring at Melissa. "I'm sorry, Betsy. I was getting hot about this. I realize it is difficult to believe some of these things. Kristal can explain it better tomorrow."

"Are we really going to see the President of the United States tomorrow?"

Melissa grinned, "Yes we are. Don't be late."

 

The morning was a blur for Betsy. She was up by six and began getting ready. Even with a two hour head start, she barely made it in time. The limo took her over to Melissa's and she climbed in with Betsy. Melissa was in a much better mood. "Nice car, no?"

Betsy was still in a fog, and not talking very much. Melissa was apologetic for her attitude the day before and she said, "Betsy, I really am sorry about losing my cool yesterday. I hope you will forgive me."

"You're forgiven Melissa. Is this real? Are we really going to the White House?"

Melissa slid over closer to Betsy and said, "There were some things I left out of my conversation yesterday. That was the condensed version. When I was transitioning and taking hormones, I was also going to cosmetology school. I met a very good friend there and her name was Karen Horn. Karen had a beautiful sister who wanted to become a fashion model. Karen knew I was a decent photographer, so she asked if I would shoot a portfolio for her younger sister. I said yes. Her sister turned out to be Kristal Horn. She later changed her name to Krysallis. Kristal and I have been very good friends ever since."

"Oh," Betsy squeaked.

"Kristal is not the person you have read about in the paper. She was extremely gifted. She was Kimmay's mentor, and a wunderkind, just like Kimmay. And they had one other thing in common, they were both born male but grew up as females."

"I read that," Betsy said. "But I never believed a word of it. There was so much garbage being written about the space people that I didn't believe any of it."

"It's true. Kristal and the rest of us have tried to keep it low profile. It is personal and always leads to embarrassing questions, so we say little about it. But if you ask directly we will not deny it."

"Krysallis was a man?"

"Not really, Betsy. You have to have the right frame of mind. She was born as a boy, but she lived her entire life as a woman; a very beautiful woman. None of us considered ourselves men in women's clothing. We truly thought of ourselves as women. And we were all very happy with that."

They arrived at the airport, and the limo drove out on the tarmac next to a large jet. The chauffer opened the rear door and they stepped out to the smell of kerosene and the whine of jet engines idling. The jet was parked away from the terminal so a portable set of steps was parked next to the front door. Jennifer was at the top of the steps and waving. Jennifer welcomed them aboard and they immediately took their seats. Within ten minutes of arriving at the airport they were in the air.

Melissa and Jennifer chatted about friends and family as they flew towards Washington D.C. Jennifer explained the itinerary to Betsy and made her feel comfortable.

Betsy was overwhelmed by what was happening. It seemed that she had somehow gotten the entire country involved in her little concern. Things seemed blown totally out of proportion, and she felt that she had to apologize to someone. "I'm sorry for all of this trouble. I was concerned about my son and I only had half the facts and I jumped to conclusions and confronted Melissa and I'm sorry I caused all this trouble, I never expected or wanted to get the President involved in something so minor and we really don't have to do this, I mean we can turn around …"

Jennifer calmed her down. "Betsy, don't worry about a thing. Some very inexplicable things have happened and for anyone not involved in the actual details they can be difficult to accept. We understand this. One thing you are going to find out about Melissa, is that she is an honest and devoted friend. And those qualities have earned her great respect and the friendship of many people. For those of us who call her our friend, we will do anything to help her. She would do the same for us. It is a pleasure to have you visit us Betsy."

Upon arriving at the White House and clearing security, the three of them were waved through the anteroom into Kristal's private office. "Melissa," the President beamed as they hugged. "And you are Betsy, welcome to the White House. Have you ever been here before?"

"Never."

"We'll organize a tour for you before you leave today. I have lunch scheduled for the dining room. I apologize, but I have a very tight schedule today, so perhaps we should get right to business. Betsy, you've been asked to accept some wild stories. I know how difficult it must be to accept some of these things, so let's address them right now. Has Melissa given you some background about her life?"

"A little."

"Let me give you a few details then. After Kimmay returned to Earth from her first extra-terrestrial trip, we were confronted by the Travelers. They were ready to wipe all humanity from the face of the Earth. Trust me, they had the power to do this. We had no defense against them. The ultimatum had just been delivered to us, and we were in shock. We had no idea what to do, and then I received a telephone call. That is where we will start."

Kristal picked up a cube that was sitting on her desk. She held it in two hands, fingers on the corners. The room lights started to dim. A large three-dimensional book appeared before them. "Ok Betsy, here we go. Next."

The scene of their first meeting with the Keeper was played before Betsy. When it had finished Kristal closed the cube. "Do you have any questions?" she asked Betsy.

"That was just like real," she muttered.

Kristal gave her one of her famous smiles. "Yes it was. You could almost smell the odors in the room. Our best people have no idea how this technology works. Next came the speech at the United Nations. Do you remember it?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Let me refresh your memory." Melissa opened the cube and said 'Next' twice. The performance at the United Nations played before Betsy.

"Any questions?"

"Is it true?"

"The Thirteenth Prophecy?" Betsy nodded yes. Kristal took a deep breath, "Maybe. Let's watch the next episode and see what you think."

Kristal played back the recording of Kimmay's and the Keeper's last conversation. When it concluded Kristal said, "Next." Nothing happened. She always checked just in case.

Kristal addressed Betsy, "When the Keeper changed me I was sound asleep in my bed. I knew immediately when it happened. It was frightening and exhilarating all at the same time. I had to jump out of bed and run to my mirror. It took several moments for me to understand what had happened. Then I remembered the cube. I ran to my office and watched the same conversation that you just witnessed."

"So what is your conclusion, Betsy? Do you believe me?" Melissa asked.

"Yes, Melissa I believe you and I apologize for ever doubting you."

"It's very difficult to believe if you haven't seen it first hand," said Kristal. "Right Melissa?"

"It certainly is."

"It's time for lunch. We can answer questions and catch up on news over lunch." Kristal charmed them throughout the meal. Unfortunately, Kristal was very busy and she had to cut the meal shorter than she wanted. She said her good-byes and arranged for a tour. After the tour, Jennifer took them to the airport and bid her good-byes. Half way back on the plane, Betsy turned to Melissa, and said, "What about Kimmay? Where is she now?"

"No one knows."

"Aren't you worried or concerned?"

"Concerned, yes. But worried, no. You have to understand Kimmay. She is different than us. She is so smart that I can't begin to imagine what she knows. Somehow she always manages to figure things out and get everything to work out. I have no idea how she does it, but I have seen her do it often enough. I am completely confident that she will return to me."

"Do you believe what the Keeper said about her?"

"About getting on their knees before Kimmay?" Betsy indicated that was what she meant. "Absolutely not. Kimmay's talents are far beyond ours, but I am her mother, or father if you will. I raised her and I know what she is and is not. She is not a god."

It was Melissa's turn to change the subject and ask her question, "So Betsy, may I continue to date your son?"

"I would be honored if you would," Betsy answered.

"And can he take the photography job and live at my house?"

"I'll personally move him in tomorrow."

 

Luke was totally confused at dinner that night. When he asked his mother how her day was, she started laughing uncontrollably. She refused to say anything.

 

Luke and Melissa had a date on Friday night, and Luke became Melissa's last customer for the evening. She washed and set his hair and guided him through his makeup application. Luke was doing most of his own makeup and he was starting to get better at it. He could follow Melissa's instructions, but he was still at a loss when he tried to pick his own colors and combinations.

While helping him with his makeup Melissa suggested that he have some of his facial hair removed. "It's not very heavy or anything, but you do have a bit more on your upper lip than normal for most girls. I can eliminate it in only two or three laser sessions."

"That's expensive, isn't it?"

"Only if you have to pay for it." Melissa flashed him a big smile and arched her brows a couple of times.

"On second thought, I think I can afford that," Luke agreed.

Luke had a new outfit for the evening and was looking forward to showing it off. He had a bandana-print, mini-skirt made of Georgette crepe, and a sleeveless white top. Luke had lost four pounds dieting, and on his already thin frame those missing four pounds were noticeable. Luke and Melissa decided that the corset couldn't be concealed under the tight top, so it would be Stefanie's first time out in public without her corset. Because she had such a slim figure, Stefanie wore her smaller "B" cup size breast forms. That way she looked better proportioned from top to bottom.

On their last shopping trip, Stefanie had bought a pair of three-inch platform shoes that actually added an additional four inches to her height. Stefanie was going to be a tall girl for the evening. The tall shoes and the short skirt gave Stefanie the appearance of having legs that went on forever. Since her legs were shapely to begin with, those legs were going to draw extra attention.

Melissa and Stefanie joked about her ample gams. "You know Stefanie, there is one other thing you might want to consider."

"What?"

"A suntan. You can use the tanning bed at Gabrielle's. There is nothing sexier than a bikini tan. And it would really give your legs a kick. It would be easy for you to use."

"I don't think I can. It would be too noticeable, wouldn't it?"

"Only if you take your shirt off in public. I think it would look hot. You should seriously consider it."

Stefanie finished dressing and Melissa took her to the manicure station. "Pick a color," Melissa told her as she set the entire case of fingernail polish in front of Stefanie. Stefanie looked though them until she found a light red with glitter. "Excellent choice young lady. Hands up," and she began applying the polish to Stefanie's nails. "You know what else you should consider?"

"Nail extensions?"

"You could, but I was thinking that you should let your nails grow longer. I think natural nails are much nicer to look at, and they are easier to use."

"How would I keep my mom from noticing? I don't think she would approve."

"You could wear work gloves all the time," Melissa suggested with more than a bit of humor. "Or maybe your mom wouldn't care. She might not even notice."

"I doubt it."

"You'll never know until you let them grow longer. I could keep them nicely manicured so they would be less noticeable. Think about it."

After finishing with her nails, Melissa gave Stefanie the usual warning about touching anything for the next fifteen minutes. Stefanie was sent to the hair dryer to finish drying, while Melissa put on her evening clothes.

Soon enough, Stefanie was back in the styling chair having her curlers removed. "You know, I could do a lot with your hair," Melissa began. "The first thing we would do is change your color. You have a light brown that doesn't have much depth. I could take it much darker in color and more saturated. I could even highlight it ever so little to give it a soft glow."

"Do you think anyone would notice?"

"Only the boys who would stare at you."

Stefanie chuckled, "And maybe my mother."

"You really are hung up on your mother. Do you have an Oedipus complex?"

"Melissa, that isn't even funny! That's disgusting. I wouldn't touch a girl over the age of twenty-one."

Melissa couldn't help but smile. "And after we colored your hair, I'd give you a curly perm. It would be much like what you have been wearing, but it would have a slightly wet look. It's the new thing. And the best part is you wouldn't have to get your hair set all the time. Shake it out after your shower, let it air dry and it would be perfect. You would be instantly beautiful."

"But I like getting my hair washed and set. I like having you massage my scalp and fuss over me. This is fun. Really."

"I'm glad you like it. I enjoy making you beautiful." She used her small brush to push Stefanie's last curl into place. "Ok, you're done. Go check out your newest look."

Stefanie strolled over to the floor-length mirror and made a few pirouettes. "You do good work Melissa. Sometimes when I look at Stefanie I just can't believe how nice she looks. And it's all thanks to you." Stefanie gave Melissa a squeeze around her waist, and a small peck on her lips.

"You know Stefie … can I call you Stefie?"

"Yea, that's cute enough."

"You know what would make you look a little cuter?"

"Is that possible?"

"Looks and an attitude too, whoa!" Melissa was having as much fun as Stefanie. "I do have one suggestion though. You could use a bigger butt. You're very slim and without a few more curves around the hip area, you look too thin and too young. I think more curves and a bigger butt would add a year or two to your look. I know just what to do. Before we go shopping, let's go shopping. I'll take you to a place that has tons of foundations and we'll get you some padded panties or a girdle. I think it will make a noticeable difference."

Melissa took Stefanie to Classic Curves – Women's Foundations and Undergarments. The owner Jill Watson was an old friend of Melissa's. They both had served the Tg community for many years. Jill sold Stefanie three different types of padded panties and girdles. Each undergarment worked with different style outfits and would give Stefanie more curves below her thin waist. With the extra padding, she did look a little more mature.

From Jill's store they went to the mall and checked out the other girls while they had pizza. The two of them were always interested in seeing what the other girls were wearing. And while they checked out the girls, the boys checked them out. From time to time a couple of boys would approach them and try to strike up a conversation. Melissa would flirt with them for a while, just so Stefanie could see how it was done. But eventually she would send the boys on their way. It was all very exciting to Stefanie, and flirting was her favorite spectator sport. She wasn't ready to talk with the boys, but she did like their attention. It was confirmation that not only did she pass as a genetic girl, but she was also cute enough to garner the boy's attention.

After eating they began their ritual of shopping and trying to find the cutest new fashions. While they were walking through the mall Melissa questioned Stefanie about her summer prospects. "Have you even been calling photographers?" she asked.

"Of course," answered Stefanie.

"How many?"

"I'm not sure, a few."

Melissa stopped walking and made Stefanie pay attention, "Are you or are you not interested in a summer apprenticeship in photography?"

"Yes, I really am."

"I asked the boss lady if she could use someone this summer, and she said no. But she did agree to check with some of her friends in the business. Today she told me that she received a call from a woman whom she has known for a while. The woman said that she was looking for summer help."

"Really?" Stefanie asked excitedly.

"Yes. It's a beginner's position and it doesn't pay a lot, only $15 per hour. But she will show you what to do and give you a good introduction to the business. Are you interested?"

"Of course. Who is she? How do I contact her?"

"Not so fast. There is a very small catch."

"Of course there is," Stefanie said dejectedly. "There always is. What is it this time?"

"She is only interested in hiring a girl."

That got Stefanie's attention. Her mouth fell open and she stared at Melissa. "Are you suggesting …?"

"Yes, of course I am. It is a wonderful opportunity for you. You can spend eight hours a day as a girl and at the same time get paid for it. Plus you can learn something that can serve you for all of your life."

Stefanie was flummoxed. It was indeed a wonderful opportunity, but it also required a major commitment. Did she really want to spend the majority of her days living as a girl? What a stupid question! Of course she wanted to spend as much time as possible dressed and living as a girl. She loved it. But a full time commitment was something special. And how would she do it? How would she fool her mother? The neighbors were bound to see her coming and going.

Melissa tried to help, "Just think, I could give you that permanent and you would look super cute full time. You could grow your nails and keep them long. Full time wearing a bra and lipstick? You would love it and you know it."

Stefanie walked absent-mindedly through the mall. She wasn't even checking the cute mini-skirts in the windows. She was thinking about her mother. She would have to admit that she was a cross-dresser. Could she do that? It would kill her mother, she would die if she found out her son was effeminate and a sissy. How could she do that to the only family she had?

Melissa let her walk and think for the entire length of the mall. When they reached the far end Melissa pulled her over to a bench where they sat down. "Tough decision?"

Stefanie slowly nodded her head. "Melissa, it would be wonderful if I could. Do you think I could? Do you think I could fool this woman?"

"For sure," Melissa answered. "You are very pretty and very convincing. You need to work on a few areas, but I can help. It would be fun helping you do it."

"But what about my mother? I'd have to tell her. There is no way I could sneak around behind her back. I'd have to style my hair as a girl, and wear long nails and polish and perfume. Perfume doesn't wear off that fast, I'm sure that she would smell it on my clothes. Melissa, I can't break my mother's heart. As much as I want to do it, I just can't."

"What if I found a way for you to do it? Would you be interested?"

"How?"

"What if you moved away from home and into your own apartment? Then you wouldn't have to tell your mom. You could live full time as a girl, and once in a while change back to visit your mom. How would that be?"

Stefanie thought about the idea. "Do you think? Where would I find an apartment on that kind of money? It isn't very much."

"You would have to get a roommate to share expenses."

"How many people do you know who would want to live with a cross-dresser?"

"I know of one for sure." Melissa looked into Stefanie's eyes, waiting for the realization to sink in.

"You?" Stefanie was numb. This was a huge jump in their relationship. This could be paradise.

"Listen Stefanie, I've never shown you where I live, have I?"

"No, why is that?"

"Because it's too close to where I work. I was afraid that it would be too convenient for the two of us. But now I'm willing to spend more time with you. Don't get this wrong, this is not an invitation to shack up and sleep together. You would have your room and I would have mine. My room would be off-limits to you. But we could share our time together. I could turn you into a beautiful young lady if you say yes."

Stefanie was thinking of all the reasons she couldn't do it. With all her heart and soul she wanted to say yes, but she had to run all the potential problems through her mind. And there was still her mom. "What about my mom?"

"She's not invited. She has to find her own place."

Stefanie laughed and the mood changed for the better. She was starting to think that this might actually be possible. "I'm not sure if my mom would let me move in with you."

"How old are you Stefie? Are you old enough to move out on your own?"

"Yea, but I don't want to piss her off."

"Then just tell her. Say, 'I'm moving out and I'm going to share an apartment with Melissa.' See what she says. She might surprise you."

Stefanie was still uncertain.

"Let me take you back to my apartment and you can see what it looks like. You can see your room and the layout. If it looks acceptable, then bring your mother over and have her look the place over. Show her the arrangements that we will have and show her your maturity. Be upfront and honest with her and give her a chance to believe in you. Tell her you have a job and you can look after yourself. Convince her."

"It would be sweet. But I don't even have the job yet."

Melissa knew that wouldn't be a problem. She had arranged everything. Simone was doing this as a favor to Melissa. Simone was active in the Tg community, shooting many of their social functions and providing discrete photography. She knew all about Stefanie and was happy to assist her on her road to feminine bliss. And best of all, it would cost Simone nothing. Melissa was bankrolling the entire endeavor.

"Go to the interview and see what happens first. If you get the job, then you move in and tell your mom. If you don't get the job, nothing changes."

Now there was some incentive for Stefanie. She could move in with Melissa and live full-time as a girl only if she got the job. That was all it took to convince her. She wanted this and she would get it somehow.

Her eyes focused on Melissa and she said, "I'll go to the interview and I will get the job. And I will tell my mother and then I will move in with you. I will make it happen."

"That a girl, Stefie! I know you can do it. And I know you will get that job. So how about I show you where I live and you can see our apartment. Hopefully you won't change your mind." They both giggled and headed for the car.

Melissa drove them back to the parking lot for Gabrielle's. "Are you walking distance from here?" Stefanie asked.

"Yep."

"You weren't kidding, you do live close by."

Melissa led her to the rear entrance of the building. She pressed her thumb against the pad and typed in her password. The back door unlocked and Melissa started up the rear stairs.

"You live here?" Stefanie asked incredulously.

"I told you it was close." Melissa led Stefanie up to her residence and gave Stefanie the grand tour.

Stefanie was impressed beyond words. "And your boss let's you live here free?"

"No, not free. I pay all of the utilities."

"But that's almost free."

Melissa started laughing. "Stefanie, you have a lot to learn. Utilities are not insignificant. They cost a lot of money nowadays. You will have to pay half."

"So how much can that be?"

"I'm going to ask that you pay a flat fee of $800 a month."

"Oh." She thought about it for a minute. "But I'll make $2400 a month, so that's ok."

Melissa didn't want to burst her bubble yet. She smiled and gave Stefanie a kiss. "So what do you think? Are you interested in moving in with me and my sister?"

"You're sister?" Melissa had caught her totally flat-footed. It was intentional of course.

"Yea, my sister Valerie lives here also. She works down in 'Lissa's."

Most of the wind had been taken from her sails. The idea of Melissa and her romping around the house by themselves had just been torpedoed. Her eyes and tone of voice gave away her disappointment. "Will she have to know about me … about me being a guy dressing as a girl?"

"She already knows, Stefanie. It's not a problem for her." Well almost not a problem, Melissa thought. "So what do you think? Do you still want to move in, Steffanie?"

"Yes, I really, really want to."

Melissa smiled and gave her a little hope, "Valerie's engaged to be married this fall, so she doesn't spend all of her time here." In fact, when Melissa had told Valerie of her intentions concerning Luke, Valerie had decided that she would accelerate her move into Gary's house.

"So now that you have seen the apartment, there are some rules that have to be put up front."

"Like what?" Stefie asked.

Many of these would be the same house rules that Cynthia had laid down for Melissa many years ago. "First, this offer is being made to Stefanie only. It does not apply to Luke."

"No problem."

"That means you dress, talk and act like a lady one-hundred percent of the time. No male clothes are allowed in this house. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Also, unless you are working, no jeans or slacks are allowed. You will wear skirts, dresses or sexy shorts at all times. Can you agree to that?"

Stefanie twisted her face for a few seconds and then gave in with an, "Of course!"

"You will carry your share of the work load. You will clean and you will cook. You are responsible for keeping your bedroom and bathroom spotless. No exceptions. I mean this, because the boss-lady demands it."

"I promise."

"And no members of the opposite sex shall be brought here."

"Does that mean boys or girls?"

"How are you going to be living?"

"Understood. No males in this house; period. Don't worry, it would never cross my mind. I'm a girl's girl all the way."

"And finally, I'm the boss-lady. It has to be this way. What I say goes. I'm not going to run your life, but I will run things around here."

"Melissa, I could never, ever picture you as a boss-lady. You're way too nice. And you're too pretty. And you're too friendly. And you're too young. And you're …"

"Ok, I get it. But none-the-less, I will make some decisions and they will be final. Can you live with that?"

"Are you going to be my new mother?"

"If that's what it takes, if you want that I can do it. But I'd rather be more than that. When the time is right, I want to be your lover also."

Stefanie said nothing. She looked at Melissa with lust in her eyes and waited for Melissa to speak.

"Someday, sweetie. It will take a while. We both have to be ready. Understand?"

Stefanie was breathless. "Yes," she whispered.

Melissa changed the mood. "Good, now that that is out of the way, what would you like to do tonight?"

"How about we stay here and watch TV?"

"You mean make out, don't you? I have a better idea. You have to convince Simone that you're a real girl. You need more practice. Let's go to a straight nightclub and hustle guys. It'll give you more practice and confidence."

 

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