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My Husband, My Daughter.
By Betty Noone

"Paul, I wish you could be a little happier," JoAnn his wife of two years
said to him.

"I have been out of work for over three months now, and it seems that no-
one wants to hire me." Paul replied.

JoAnn Crawford was thirty years old. Six years older than her husband.
He was in real estate sales, but the recession caused lay-offs, and it
seems no-one is hiring. He tried to get a job in other fields but in a
tight job market, the employers were looking for experienced people and
he could not qualify.

JoAnn loved her husband and it took her a little time to decide that she
would marry him because she was concerned about the age difference
between them. But when dating they always had such fun, always had lots
to talk about, and since it wasn't a vast difference in their ages, she
consented to marry him. And so far she hasn't been disappointed.

For his part, Paul adored his wife. She was pretty, smart, and they
seemed to complement each other perfectly. But being unemployed, and for
now, seemingly unemployable, was taking its toll on Paul's usual sunny
personality.

It is not like they needed the money. JoAnn's parents owned the largest
women's store in town. When JoAnn graduated from college with her
bachelor's degree in fashion design, she began to work at her parent's
establishment. They taught her well, and she was a quick learner. So
that now, her parents put her in charge of running the business, made her
a partner, and went into early retirement. JoAnn's parents loved to
travel and when running your own business seemed it that it was never
the right time to get away from the store. But now that JoAnn is in
charge they are indulging their dream and are away someplace almost nine
months out of the year.

JoAnn was not only a partner, but now was in charge of the entire store
operation and was being paid quite well.

The store catered to women of all sizes. They had apparel such as
dresses, skirts, blouses, suits. They also had a full line of lingerie
and sleepwear. There was one section where cosmetics and fragrances were
sold. Coats, rain gear, and costume jewelry rounded out the line. What
they didn't sell was shoes. Nor did they offer any salon services. The
store was located in a corner of the nicest mall downtown.

JoAnn continued, "I know you have been trying, honey. Be patient,
something will turn up." But secretly she was concerned about her
husband's mental health. She saw him getting more despondent by the day,
and she thought she ought to try to do something about it. It was on her
mind quite a bit for the next several days, and finally she thought of a
possible solution, but would Paul go for it? There is only one way to
find out, she thought to herself, and that is to discuss it with him at
dinner tonight.

Paul always helped JoAnn in the kitchen, and they found it fun to prepare
their meals together. He was also good about clearing the table, and
wiping the dishes as JoAnn washed them. So the kitchen chores were done
together. While Paul was preparing the salad, Jo Ann took a deep breath
and went for it.

"Paul, honey."

"What, dear?

"I have thought of a plan where you could get a job. A good job. A job
that could pay well. But it is sort of complicated."

"What are you talking about, JoAnn?"

"Come work for me."

"What?"

"I said, come work for me. You know, in the store."

"What could I possibly do there? I don't know bookkeeping, and I dont'
want to be a stock boy."

"No, No. Nothing like that, lover. Come work as a salesperson. I think
you could do well at it. You were always comfortable around women."

"Well, I don't think that the average woman would be comfortable buying
dresses from a man."

"That's just it, dear. I want you to come work as a female."

"Are you nuts?"

"No, dear. I mean it. I have been looking at you carefully the past few
days and I think that I can make you into a nice looking woman. You
would have to learn a lot about how women act, but you are a quick
learner, and I think that you could find it fun, too."

"JoAnn honey, you know I would do anything you wanted me to do, but this
is way out of the box. I never have worn women' clothes. I wouldn't
know how to act like a woman. People would see through me in an
instant."

"If all that concerns you is that people will know you are a man, why
not lets try it at home and see what happens?"

"Where will I get the clothes. You don't expect me to go shopping, do
you?"

JoAnn mentally smiled to herself, she knew she was bringing him around,
and said,

"Did you forget that I own the store? We can go there after it is closed
and make selections of what we will need and then bring them home for you
to try on."

"OK. But promise that no one will see me, and that you don't tell
anybody about this. I would crawl into a hole if anyone found out."

"It will be fine, dear, you'll see."



The store closes at six on Sundays, and at six thirty the next Sunday
night JoAnn let herself and her husband into the store. She turned off
the alarm, notified mall security that the lights would be turned on and
that she would be in the place, and that it was not being burlarized.

It took several hours for JoAnn to select three dresses, several skirts
and blouses, panties, bras, all of which she first had to measure Paul
and then to his embarrassment hold them up to him to see how they would
look. He was unaware that JoAnn also selected some sleepwear, such as
night gowns and penoirs for home wear. She also selected several
housedresses for around the house. Picking up cosmetics that she thought
would be appropriate and a bag full of costume jewelry, they were done.
After they put the shopping bags in the car's trunk, they went back to
the mall and went to the Payless shoe store, that was open until ten P.M.
There were no customers in the store, and JoAnn told the clerk that they
would find what they need by themselves. They went to the women's
department and JoAnn, after having Paul take off his shoes and socks, and
then had him put on the nylon ankle length hose, found several pair of
pumps that fit him. They were size 10 with a two inch stacked heel. She
also found a pair of house slippers with a 1" heel to wear with the
sleepwear. JoAnn took the shoes to the front and the clerk checked them
out, and JoAnn paid for them with a card, while Paul stayed to the
side,too embarrassed to say anything. This night was boggling his mind.
He had never seen JoAnn in such a frenzy as tonight. It was if she was
on a mission. Several times, while in the store he thought about calling
the whole thing off but thought better of it when her realized how
excited his wife was about the whole idea.

By the time they got home and the packages brought in from the car, it
was getting quite late, and they both were tired and they went to bed.
In bed he clung to his wife, realizing that he was to embark on a new
adventure, one that he was not sure he wanted to take. JoAnn, sensitive
to his moods, held him tightly, until they both fell into an
uninterrupted sleep.

After breakfast, JoAnn asked, "Are you ready?"

"I guess so."

"C'mon. Be a sport. We are home together. Let's have some enthusiasm.
Maybe it wont work out, but let us at least give it a try. What do you
say?"

"You're right, honey. I will try to be a better sport about this."

"Good girl."

"What did you say?

"I said, 'good girl'. If you are going to look and act like a girl, you
will have to get used to being called a girl."

"Yeah. I guess you're right."

With that, JoAnn took Paul's hand and led him upstairs where there were
shopping bags full of clothes. She walked him into the bathroom where
she already had a tub full of hot soapy water waiting for him.

"Get in, soak for about fifteen minutes, then shave all of your body hair
off. When you are done call me. I will be in our bedroom waiting for
you."

"Do I have..." He was going to say 'have to' but JoAnn looked at him
sternly, and without another word took the razor from her hand and went
in to soak. He did as he was told and the warm, soapy water, softened
his body hair and it came off easily. Not that he had that much to start
with. He also shaved his face as close as he could. He deposited the
hair from the razor into a paper plate that JoAnn supplied otherwise it
would have clogged the drain. When he was finished, he called out to his
wife, who came into the bath room and poured about a few drops of perfume
in the water, swished it, and said, "Women always smell nice. This is
White Shoulders. You have always liked it when I wore it. It will be
your scent. You will see how nice it makes you feel."

He got out of the tub, towel dried, and JoAnn corrected him as to how
women pat themselves dry instead of rubbing the towel against their skin.
Paul paid attention. He decided that he would be a good sport and that
he really did not want to disappoint his wonderful wife. He will do the
very best he can, and listen to her instructions without further
complaint. JoAnn showed him how to wrap the bath towel against his chest
as women do, and then he followed her into the bedroom. Having his body
clean shaven, caused him to be sensitive to the air moving around his
body. He was surprised at how sensuous it felt.

He donned panties, JoAnn helped him into his bra, and then put inserts
into the cups to fill them out. She held a terrycloth robe for him to
slip into, which he did. JoAnn then sat him in front of the vanity, and
said for Paul to pay attention as he would have to learn to do these
things by himself. She proceeded to thin his eyebrows and shape them a
bit, but not too much. She commented that she didn't realize how small
his shoulders were and how lovely his long neck looked. She also said
she didn't realize that he did not have a huge skull. Fascinated with
what JoAnn was doing to his face, he made no return comment. She applied
foundation to his face. Then eyeliner and mascara. She thought Paul
looked a little pale, and applied a small amount of blusher to his
cheeks. She brought out an auburn wig. It was not too long. It was
parted down the middle and came down just short of his shoulders. All
the while JoAnn is talking to him, telling him what she is doing, and how
she is doing it. And Paul was paying attention to everything she said.

Paul did not see much difference until the wig was put on. Then JoAnn
applied lipstick to his lips and shaped them into a cupid's bow. As
soon as the wig and lipstick were on him, he knew he could no longer back
out. Looking back at him was a female.

A plumpish, but not obese, young girl Paul did not realize it, but his
eyes were shining with excitement and JoAnn realized that she was really
going to be able to pull this off.

A pretty one at that. To confirm his thoughts, JoAnn exclaimed, "My God.
Your are prettier than I am." Strangely, Paul was pleased. It was as if
one inserted a key into a lock, turning it for the first time, and
surprised that it fit. Paul was yet not aware of it, but something just
'clicked'.

A dress with a scoop neckline, short sleeves and full skirt was then
donned. Finally, he was shown how to put on his nylon hose, and slip
into the pumps. He stood up, at first, a little wobbly because of the
heels. But they were not too high, and the shoes not only fit but were
comfortable.

"Try walking in the room, back and forth, a couple of times. Let me look
at you." JoAnn instructed. Paul walked and by the third round found that
he no longer teetered in the heels. He was surprised how he looked, and
couldn't take his eyes away from the mirror, looking at himself. He was
fascinated with what he saw.

"What did I tell you?" JoAnn said. "Just look at you. You are darling."

"Yes. Yes, I guess I am sort of pretty, aren't I?"

"Oh, Cheryl, this is going to be a great experiment. You'll see, it is
going to work out fine.

"Cheryl?," he asked.

"Yes. Your name is going to be Cheryl. I found a name tag from a
salesgirl who is no longer with us in my desk. I think Cheryl is a cute
name for you. What do you think?"

"Cheryl. Cheryl," he repeated. "Yeah, Cheryl sounds good to me."

JoAnn instructed. "Now say, 'Cheryl. Cheryl. Yes. I love it.' and say
it slowly and softly.

He did as JoAnn asked, and she continued. "With women, and girls, it is
not so much the tone of your voice, but how you say it. Don't say
'yeah' when you mean to say 'yes'.

And women don't just 'like' things, they 'love' them. Try to remember
to speak as a woman would. Listen to how I speak and then try it for
yourself. I will correct you whenever I feel I need to. How do you
feel, now that you are dressed up?"

"Well, I can't get over how light the clothes feel on me. And that they
fit about my body is sensual. I can see why women wear heels. My legs
look so much nicer in them."

"Yes, Cheryl dear, you have killer legs."

"Do I have to be called Cheryl while we are together with no-one else
around?"

"Sweetheart, you have to become accustomed to being a woman. By the way,
I really can't call you a woman. You look more like a girl. A girl no
older than nineteen."

Pleased he said, "I do look younger, don't I?"

"Yes you do. You look like a college girl. Sweet, too. I think we
selected the wrong clothes for you. We are going to have to go back and
return all this stuff. it is too old for you. We will have to shop in
the girl's department. But this time we won't have to go in after the
store is closed. We can shop with you dressed as you are."

"Oh, God. Do you think so? I don't think I am ready to go outside of
the house."

"Trust me, Cheryl dear, you are going to be a natural."

He was puzzled as to why this pleased him so.

JoAnn sat on the bed, and patted the bed next to her, indicating that
Cheryl should sit beside her.

JoAnn then said. "This brings me to a problem that I haven't considered
before. You obviously cannot be my husband, and everyone knows I don't
have a sister, but you have the same last name as mine. What can you be
to me?"

Cheryl sat quietly, thinking about it, but nothing came to mind.

"Of course," JoAnn exclaimed! "You will be my niece from out of town.
The story will be that you re-located to this area and are temporarily
living with me."

"I will be your niece?"

"Yes. Of course. Starting now, you must call me either Aunt Jo or
Auntie. The more we do it the more comfortable we will be with it and it
will reduce the possibility of a slipup. When you are working at the
store, if I am in your presence as the owner, you must address me as the
other employees do, and that is, either Mrs. Crawford, or ma-am. But
other than that, and you won't see me often during business hours, you
must address me as Aunt Jo."

"Can I call you Auntie-Jo?"

"Of course, dear."

JoAnn spent the next four days tutoring Cheryl in how to comport himself
as a girl. She told him that there was only one other person that had to
be let in on the secret, and that was her friend who ran her salon.
Cheryl had no choice by now but to agree to whatever JoAnn wanted.

JoAnn was unrelenting in her tutoring.

Sit straight

Head held high

Smooth your skirt when you sit.

Keep your legs together or cross them.

Eat slowly.

Talk slowly.

Sit when you pee, and wipe yourself with a bit of toilet paper before you
pull your panties back up.

Use feminine terminology when you speak.

Sit on the edge of a chair, titties out, spine straight and head high.

Keep your toes pointed straight when you walk. Walk in a straight line.

Keep your body shaved.

Don't put on too much perfume. Just a hint.

Tilt your head when you put the phone to your ear, so that your hair
doesn't obscure your hearing.

Smile. Women always smile. And when you smile, show your teeth. Smile
all of the time!

Shave your body as soon as there is stubble. Girls have smooth skin not
scratchy.

For four days, over and over again. Cheryl listened and tried. By the
end of the fourth day, while there will always be something new to learn,
she got it down pat. Auntie Jo was satisfied.

The only thing that concerned Cheryl was that during all this time she
did not get an erection, nor did she have the urge for sex. It was as if
she became asexual. This did not occur to JoAnn as her husband did not
have a strong libido anyway and having sex was usually no more than twice
a month. Most of the time it was JoAnn that instigated it. Not that her
husband was unable to perform, it was just that he relied upon JoAnn to
be the initiator. That was his nature. He was a passive person, but no
one realized it not even him. He just thought of himself as a guy who
got along with everyone, not realizing that by doing so, he was the
passive one.

Robin, the owner of the salon, came over the following day, and human
hair wigs were tried on. The style selected was typical of what the
young girls are wearing...parted in the middle and then falling down the
sides and back. The hair usually fell to the front of the shoulders. The
hair color selected was a little lighter than Cheryl's natural hair, and
the entire effect was perfect. The length and style of the hair meant
that hair was constantly falling into Cheryl's face and Cheryl found that
she (we can't call him.'him' anymore, can we?) was constantly putting her
hair back in place. Young girls are constantly fussing with their hair,
and Cheryl found that she did too. Robin then attached nail extensions,
but not too long and then filed them into ovals and painted them coral.
She also gave Cheryl a pedicure, which was a new experience, but she
liked it. The toenails were painted to match the fingernails. Robin
then spent an hour teaching Cheryl in the care and styling of the wig,
and left a spare wig for emergencies. She also left a lipstick tube the
color matching the color of the nails.

After Robin left, a thought occurred to Cheryl. He asked JoAnn, "You are
spending a fortune on me. Is this all to just be your salesgirl?"

"Cheryl, my dear. It is worth every penny to see you happy. Your eyes
are shining. You look beautiful. A little plump, but that's O.K. You're
not fat. Are you happy?"

"You know I didn't want to do this. But now that I am into it. I love
it. I love the way I look, I love the way women's clothes feel on me.
I cannot explain it, but yes, I am happy. Happier than I have been in a
long time. I am really starting to look forward to my new adventure,
Auntie."

JoAnn was really pleasantly surprised when she realized that Cheryl
called her 'auntie' without thinking about it.

"Let's have some lunch and then let's take all of this stuff back to the
store, return it, and select clothes more in keeping with the age you
look. But before we go, please take off your wedding band, Cheryl dear."

"Why Auntie. Aren't we still married?"

"Of course we are, honey, but at nineteen you are too young to be
married. Besides, the ring is masculine and doesn't go with how you now
look. I will lend you some of my costume jewelry to wear until you can
purchase some of your own."

JoAnn took Cheryl by the hand and walked her to where her jewelry box
was. Several rings were selected, one for each hand. A ladies' watch,
bracelets, clip on ear-rings, and a gold necklace finished off the look.
With every item Cheryl put on, she found that she loved it.

At the store JoAnn, being the boss, assigned one of the clerks to take
the returned clothes and return them to inventory. Everything was
returned except the nightclothes and cosmetics. Then Auntie and niece
went to the girl's department and this time Cheryl participated in the
selection of the clothes. Rifling through the racks, putting skirts,
blouses or dresses up against her to see how they look. JoAnn was
constantly amazed at how femmy her husband had become in so short a time.
In their excitement neither one of them considered the long term effects
of what they were doing. After shopping, they had the selections sent to
be stored in the trunk of the car, and JoAnn, holding Cheryl's hand
walked into the mall. The first stop was an ear-ring kiosk. Cheryl
submitted to having her ears pierced without complaint, and small pearl
studs were inserted. Instructions were given as to the care of the
puncture until healing in about six weeks. Then they walked hand in hand
to an upscale shoe store. Two pairs of medium heels for wearing all day
at work, and a black patent leather pump with a three inch stiletto heel,
(Cheryl found it difficult to walk in them at the store, but was assured
with practice they would feel comfortable.) a strappy sandal with a 2 1/2
inch stacked heal, a pair of wedgies, and a pair of heeled house
slippers.

Occasionally, Cheryl pulled out her face powder from her purse, (Oh yes,
several purses were also purchased) and checked her makeup. From time to
time she pulled out her lipstick and refreshed her lips. JoAnn smiled in
satisfaction.

They drove home and JoAnn directed Cheryl to put all the new purchases in
the guest room. They needed the closet space and when they came to it,
JoAnn announced, "This is Cheryl's room". Cheryl understood, that the
guest bedroom would now be hers, and while disappointed at being moved
from sleeping with JoAnn, she didn't comment, except to say, "Yes,
Auntie Jo."

It took several hours for all of the stuff to be put on hangars, labels
removed and hung up. Cheryl was surprised to be told that girls hang
their clothes facing left, and did so.

The dresser drawers were filled with hose, white cotton ankle socks, and
bikini style underwear. The bras were slightly padded, and there were
soft plastic inserts to insert in the cups to fill them out. The effect
was for small breasts, no larger than a B cup which was fitting with the
look that JoAnn wanted for Cheryl. When all the paper was stuffed in
garbage bags and put in the trash, Jo Ann bade Cheryl to undress and get
into her nightie and to lay on her bed. JoAnn turned off the lights so
that the room was darkened, and pressed 'play' on the TV remote. On the
large flat screen of the TV there came movies of Cheryl, in all manner of
dress and activities that JoAnn had secretly taken with her Iphone. The
clip was a little over 1/2 hour long. Cheryl was watching himself on the
screen, admiring himself. Seeing herself on the TV screen reinforced his
acceptance of what she has become. It must have been latent, but as soon
as he was dressed as a female and took the name of Cheryl, she became
Cheryl. Who knows what lurks in the recesses of the mind? When it was
over, JoAnn pulled the covers over Cheryl, tucked her in as if she were a
small c***d, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Goodnight, my sweet
niece. You have done well. I am so proud of you." She turned , left
the room, shutting the door behind her. The day's events left Cheryl
completely exhausted. She turned over, hugged her pillow, and soon fell
sound asleep. She forgot to take off her wig, or remove her makeup.
During the night, Cheryl dreamed but when she awoke she could remember
that she had dreams, but could not remember what they were about.

In the morning, Cheryl got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Sitting
to pee was second nature by now. She looked at herself in the mirror and
she was a mess. The wig was askew, and the makeup smeared. She washed
the makeup off, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair. She then slipped
on the robe which was part of the nightgown set, slipped her feet into
the mules and went downstairs where Auntie Jo was waiting for her.

"Good morning, Cheryl, dear. Juice?"

Cheryl nodded and JoAnn set a large glass of orange juice at Cheryl's
place as she sat down. Carefully smoothing the skirt as she sat, and
sitting straight in her chair, spine straight, head high, titties out.

Observing this, JoAnn thought, 'Perfect!'

"sleep well?" JoAnn asked.

"Yes, Auntie. I did. I dreamed a lot during the night, but I can't
remember any of it."

"Well, there is a lot going on in your head now. Your brain is sorting
it out, I think."

"Yes, Auntie, I suppose so."

Auntie then served French Toast with coffee and when finished they put
the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and wiped the table clean.

"I thought tonight we would go out to eat. You have to get out into the
real world now Cheryl, dear."

"Oh, Auntie. I don't think I am ready for that."

"It has to be sometime and tonight is the night. Trust me, you will do
just fine. Have I steered you wrong so far?"

"No Auntie, you haven't."

"Well, then that is settled isn't it?"

Cheryl nodded in assent.

Cheryl went upstairs to get dressed. She took her bath, re-shaved her
body, added a few drops of her perfume into the bath water so that she
would faintly smell of it. She changed her bra and panties, and then
proceeded to make herself up. When done she went to her closet and took
a little time trying to decide which outfit to wear for this day.

She selected a plaid jumper with a white blouse. The skirts of her new
clothes came down to just above her knees as is the style for one her
age. The only exception was the dress she wore when they went back to
the store. That hem was about two inches below her knees. Cheryl loved
the feel of the shorter skirts and they showed off her killer legs.
Cheryl did not realize it but she was no longer acting. She was
performing her feminine actions naturally now. She didn't realize that
it was no longer a role that she was going to play. She was becoming
Cheryl. More so with every passing day.

She slipped on her medium heels without putting stockings on, and
proceeded to make her bed. Then she picked up the dirty clothes, and
grabbed the long skirted dress from the closet and went downstairs. All
this time she did not see JoAnn. She placed the dirty clothes in the
hamper in the laundry room and went to find her Auntie.

She found JoAnn in the kitchen mixing a batter for chocolate chip
cookies, and said.

"Auntie Jo, this is the dress I wore to buy my new clothes. My new
clothes all drop above the knee except this one. Do you think you could
have the seamstress fix it for me?" The store maintained an alteration
department with a seamstress on duty at all times the store is open.

"No, dear. What I will do is show you how to shorten it yourself. It is
something you should learn to do. Just let me finish this batch and get
it in the oven and I will be with you shortly. By the way, you look so
lovely today, dear. I just love that outfit on you. You look just like
a high school girl."

Cheryl beamed and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

Later, JoAnn schooled Cheryl in the art of sewing. First, cautioning her
that sewing takes time and must never be rushed. Mistakes are always
made when you try to sew too fast for your abilities. She showed Cheryl
how to pin the hem to the proper length, iron it so that it has a crease.
Then to slowly cut the excess material from the dress and to then fold it
into a hem for sewing. Cheryl then took the dress and walked over to the
sewing machine located in the laundry room.

"What are you doing, Cheryl?"

"I am going to sew the hem,Auntie."

"No. Not on the sewing machine. To do it right you have to do it by
hand. And there is a special way to do it. Come into the den and I will
show you. With matching thread in the needle, JoAnn showed Cheryl how to
pick up just one strand of thread in the dress material and bring the
threaded needle through it. This will create a hem that will not show
any sewing marks. Cheryl took the needle and thread from her Aunt, and
began to sew the hem. It was slow work, and JoAnn stayed in the room
with her, while reading a book.

After a while, with the hem about one half completed, Cheryl said.

"Auntie?"

"Yes dear?"

"Does this mean I am not your husband anymore?"

"Tell me, how do you feel about it?"

"I have come to realize that you are now my Aunt and that I am now
Cheryl. But what happened to Paul? Is he ever coming back?"

"Would you want him to?"

"I don't know. I have been Cheryl for only about two weeks, and it seems
that I have been Cheryl for always. I confess that I love being Cheryl
but I never really thought that what we have done would be, for me at
least, a life-changing experience."

"Does that bother you?"

"I haven't really had the time to think about it. But if I were to
remain Cheryl, how would you feel about that?"

Each one was trying to gauge the feelings of the other, without making
any commitments, yet. After a few minutes thinking about it, JoAnn said,

"You know I loved you as Paul. I also love you as Cheryl. I was sick
seeing you deteriorate when you were without a job. You became
withdrawn, uncommunicative, and your normally sunny disposition
disappeared. I will admit that I didn't foresee some of the decisions
that we are now talking about. But you have come back out of your shell.
You are a sunny, vibrant, human being, except that you are now a young
girl instead of my young husband. Wow. Thinking about it is making my
head whirl. Are you saying that you want to become Cheryl for always?"

"Auntie, I don't know what I am saying at this time. For a person who
never thought about being a member of the opposite sex, I find that I
enjoy being a girl. At least, so far. I seem to love everything that
girls do. Would it surprise you if I told you that I don't think of
Paul, or myself as Paul anymore? I really love being pretty. Maybe if I
was ugly it wouldn't work, but even you told me that I was really pretty.
Also, calling you Auntie all of the time has made me feel more like your
niece than your husband."

"Yes, my darling Cheryl. You are indeed pretty. You need to lose some
weight. Would you mind if I talk to my gynecologist to see about putting
you on hormones?"

"Hormones? What would hormones do?"

"I am not sure about everything that they would do to you. But I
understand that your skin would get softer, your hair softer and shinier,
and your body hair thinner and softer. You would begin to develop some
breast tissue, but I understand that in most cases you would not develop
enough breasts tissue to give you full breasts. To get that you would
still need to go for implants. Your waistline would become smaller and
your butt would get fuller. In other words you would develop some female
fat distribution about your body."

"What about sex?"

"What about it?"

"Would I still be able to have erections?"

"My question to you is, why would you want to?"

After a pause and thinking about it, Cheryl said.

"Call the doctor."

"We have to let my parents know what is happening, honey. Also what are
you going to tell your parents?"

Cheryl's parents moved to Florida and rarely came in to visit. Although
they frequently kept in touch by Email. JoAnn's parents were someplace
in Colorado on some dude ranch, but available by Email as well.

"Let's hold off calling anybody until we talk to the doctor."

With that JoAnn left the room to call her doctor while Cheryl continued
to sew the hem of her dress. In a few moments JoAnn came back into the
room saying,

"She can see us in 45 minutes. We have no time to spare. Get your purse
and let's go."

They were silent in the car, each lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, JoAnn said, "if we continue down this road, you realize that we
have to get a divorce."

"I am not ready to think about that yet,"

They remained quiet until they got to the doctor's office. JoAnn
announced herself to the girl at the reception desk and it was but a few
minutes later that they were ushered into the doctor's office. Dr.
Jimunek greeted JoAnn warmly, nodded to Cheryl and JoAnn and Cheryl sat
down in front of the doctor's desk. JoAnn glanced at Cheryl who was
sitting on the edge of her seat, head high, back straight, and chest out.
Knees together, every inch a proper girl. At the doctor's prompting,
JoAnn related the events of the past several weeks, and said they started
discussing female hormone treatment and that is why they are here.

"Are you telling me that this girl has only been dressing and acting as a
female for only two weeks?"

"Yes, doctor. That is exactly what I am saying."

"Stand up dear, let me look at you."

Cheryl rose from her seat, twirled, and gave a slight curtsy, smiling
sweetly all the time.

"Where did she learn to do that?" JoAnn thought to herself. She too
found that she could not identify this person other than how she
presented herself. She too found that in her excitement as a Svengali,
creating a new human being, she no longer thought about having a
husband. But that she suddenly was living with her niece, who was not
only pretty, but a nice person.

The doctor said, " I cannot believe it." And to Cheryl she said, have you
ever dressed as a female before?"

"No ma-am. Never. I never even thought about it. But we are here
because in the past two weeks I know that this is who I am, and this is
who I must be."

Looking at JoAnn, the doctor said, "She even sounds like a girl."

The doctor then explained what taking female hormones would do to the
body. Most of it was the same or similar to what JoAnn said to Cheryl
earlier. What wasn't discussed was that the doctor also recommended that
testosterone blockers be given. This would eliminate all sexual urges
and eliminate the production of semen in the body. The doctor thought
that it would take about three months before any physical signs of
changes would be noticed. But after that, it being different with each
individual, the changes could then be rapid. When she was through with
her explanations, she said,

"Do you want to think about it?"

Cheryl looked at JoAnn and said,"what do you think Auntie?"

JoAnn said, "it's not up to me,honey, it is up to you. The changes will
be permanent. The doctor may be right in having you wait to make such a
decision. After all, you have been Cheryl for such a short time."

"No. I don't want to wait. Doctor, can you start me on therapy right
away?"

With that the doctor pressed a buzzer and the nurse entered the room.
The doctor told the nurse what medications to bring into the room as well
as release forms. In a short time Cheryl received a shot in the buttocks
as well as a shot in the forearm. She also got two prescriptions, pills
to be taken daily. There were the usual possible side-effects, rashes,
itchiness, constipation, nausea, were among them. The doctor showed
JoAnn and Cheryl how to give Cheryl the two weekly injections without
having to come to the doctor's office to receive them. She gave them the
vials of chemicals, and cautioned them both to make sure that they do not
exceed the doses recommended on the lbottle.

As they were leaving the office, Cheryl impulsively hugged the doctor.
The doctor smelled the faint scent of White Shoulders.

"She even smells like a girl," she mused.

The next day, Cheryl was instructed to dress in a white blouse and black
skirt which was the uniform for the sales girls. They drove to the store
and Cheryl was introduced to the human resources person and all of the
applications for employment were filled out. She could not hand over her
social security number as it would show the name of 'Paul ' on it, so she
recited it instead. Afterwards she was led to the lingerie section where
Kelly an experienced salesgirl was waiting for her. She was shown how to
find the inventory, how to fold the items carefully, how to enter the
sale into the register/computer. The entire day was spent learning in
different departments, and Cheryl was accepted for what she appeared to
be. At 5:30 JoAnn came by to pick her up and drive her home.

On the way home Cheryl excitedly recounted the day's activities and all
that she learned. Her eyes were bright with excitement and she didn't
stop talking. By the time they got home JoAnn wished she would shut up
already. Cheryl carefully hung up her uniform and slipped into a duster
and wore her heeled mules. She washed her face, removing all of the
makeup, and just kept on her earrings, watch, two finger rings and the
plastic pearl necklace, which matched the earrings. She just put a dab
of lipstick on and went downstairs. They prepared dinner together, and
afterwards went to the family room to watch TV.

"Did you take your pills this morning?" JoAnn asked.

"Of course, Auntie." Cheryl now looked upon JoAnn as her aunt and the
memory of her as a wife has faded from memory. Her responses to
questions were not faked, but came naturally.

Cheryl brought her dress to be hemmed in with her, and completed the
sewing. Afterwards she pressed the hem and was pleased that it was now
the shorter length she wanted but also, what a nice job she had done with
it. You could not see any needlework at the base of the skirt. She
brought the dress to her room and hung it in the closet, being careful to
face it towards the left when hung.

When she rejoined JoAnn, JoAnn said, "Well, tomorrow is your big day.
Your first day at work. I know that you will do just fine."

"I no longer am concerned that people will read me. It feels so natural
to be me. Can you understand what I am saying, Auntie dear?"

"Yes. I think I do. You know, now that you have committed to hormones,
we have to again talk about telling our parents, and I really think that
we ought to consult my attorney and start the proceedings."

"You mean, divorce?"

"Yes, that, and I think we ought to have your name legally changed."

"Yes. You are right. I feel a little sad about it, but there is no
other option, is there?"

"No, dear. None that I can see."

JoAnn and Cheryl drove to the store the next morning and Cheryl was
assigned to the lingerie department. JoAnn went into her office. She
had her own things to do, and meetings to take. Running a large store
was a real job, and JoAnn had already spent a lot of time away from the
store tutoring her now niece.

The shift ended at 5:30. At lunch time Cheryl was invited to join some of
the other sales girls who took their lunch at the same time and they
walked to the food court in the mall Cheryl ordered a salad and an iced
tea which she sweetened with Equal instead of real sugar. At 5:00 JoAnn
buzzed for her store manager and asked her how Cheryl did this first day.
The manager was very enthusiastic. On her first day Cheryl outsold the
other girls. It seems that Cheryl was expert in suggesting other items
to go with the customers' selections, increasing the dollar volume of the
sale. This pleased JoAnn very much, and at 5:30 came by to pick Cheryl
up and drive home. Cheryl's work day would be from Monday through
Friday, with Friday's closing time at 8PM instead of 5:30 as on the other
days. On the way home again Cheryl again told about her exciting day,
and how she had the customers make additional purchases through her
suggestions. She also said that she gave each customer a store business
card with her name written on it, and asked them to ask for her, and that
she would could continue to give them her personalized service. JoAnn
thought that was such a good idea that she made a mental note to bring it
up to the store manager and have the other girls begin to use it. When
JoAnn drove the car into the garage, Cheryl was still talking about her
exciting day.

It was evident that Cheryl was a natural saleswoman and she almost always
made the most sales each day. If this kept up, JoAnn would have no other
option than to make Cheryl a department manager, something she was
reluctant to do, as she did not want to be involved with nepotism. It is
one thing to give your niece a job, it is another to promote her to a
managerial position in too short a period of time.

The following Saturday, JoAnn and Cheryl drove downtown to the lawyer's
office. He was waiting for them. Cheryl was a little miffed, because
from the promise of no-one knowing, this is the third person now let in
on the secret. JoAnn explained that those in the know had a reason to
know and that for the most part no one else will be let in on the secret.

The lawyer was waiting for them in the outer office. JoAnn through her
store was an important client and he responded accordingly. He had
already been told what the meeting was about, and the papers necessary
for signing were ready and waiting on his office desk. But when Cheryl
came in with JoAnn he was unprepared for what he saw. This cute, no,
pretty, little teen-ager, who confidently extended her hand to him in
greeting and gave him a pretty smile. He had met Paul once before when
they first married, and could not believe that this was the same person.
Every action was natural. There was no hint of anything not feminine
about this person.

"You are not fooling around with me, are you JoAnn?" he asked.

"What do you mean?

"Is this really Paul?"

"No. This is Cheryl. She used to be Paul."

"Well, she will be Cheryl as soon as she signs the papers for name change
and I file it with the court on Monday. It should be approved by Monday
afternoon and I will pick up the judge's order on Tuesday morning. I'll
fax you a copy of it right away. Then she will be Cheryl, legally. So,
let's get that bit out of the way."

He pushed the papers and showed Cheryl where to sign. In her new smaller
letter and slower handwriting she signed 'Paul Crawford' for the last
time in her life. Next to it she signed "Cheryl Crawford" and pushed the
documents back to the attorney.

Clearing his throat, the attorney said, "The next order of business is
the divorce decree. I can now see the reason for it, so I won't go into
my usual spiel of reconciliation. This is what you both want isn't it?"

Both women nodded their heads.

"You have to say it out loud, please. Is this what you want?"

Each responded by saying 'yes' out loud.

With that he handed each of them a pen and had them sign where he
indicated.

"Since this is not a contested divorce and I can see that either of you
are requesting anything from the other, it should go through the courts
easily. I expect that neither of you will have to appear before the
judge. It will take about 30 days, and I will let you know when it has
been finalized by the courts."

He continued, and directed his conversation to JoAnn.

"At your request I researched your desire to make Cheryl here your niece
liegally. I cannot find anything in the law that permits that. You can
adopt her to be your c***d and you the mother, but you cannot adopt her
as a niece"

"I would consider that if there was a greater age difference between us.
I'm 30 and Cheryl is really 24 even though she looks nineteen. I am too
young to be her mother."

"When it comes to adoption, age is not a factor. There have been
instances where the adopted c***d is even older than the adoptive parent.
Although that is not the usual case. If you want to adopt Cheryl, I
think I can arrange that, especially since she is an adult and can give
her consent. By the way, is she planning to go all the way? You know, I
mean, surgery and all."

"Jack, let me think about the mother thing. As for the surgery, while it
hasn't been set in stone, it looks like it. By the way, Cheryl's parents
are still alive. How can she be adopted when she is not an orphan?"

"Oh, she can sign a declaration of independence which is like a divorce
action but against the parents. It is usually because of difficulties
between the c***d and the parents, but that is not a requirement."

"I'll let you know."

They said their goodbyes and left for home.

"We accomplished a lot today, didn't we honey?" JoAnn asked.

"So on Monday, I will really be Cheryl. I will have to have my driver's
license changed won't I?"

"Well, you certainly don't want to have someone drive you wherever you
go. So you will have to get your license changed. Also we have to
notify the bank and the social security administration. There has to be
others but my mind is in a whirl, and I can't think about it anymore
today."

"With the excitement of the day, and having stopped off for lunch at a
restaurant, they prepared a light supper, watched a little TV and each
retired to their own room after saying 'good night'.

By the next morning, JoAnn was thinking more clearly. At breakfast she
asked Cheryl, "Would it bother you if I became your mother? Come to
think of it, I mothered you from the day we were married. It wouldn't be
too different from what I used to do for you"

"I think my mother and dad would be furious if I filed for independence.
By the way, what are we going to do about telling them?"

"Well, they can't become any madder then when they find out they now have
a daughter instead of a son."

Cheryl said out loud, "Mother, mom. I didn't have any trouble accepting
you as my auntie but my mother?"

"If you recall, 'Auntie' was foreign to you at the beginning, as well."

"Well, would you be telling me what to do?"

"Honey, you are 24 years old, even if you now look like a darling 18 year
old. You are an adult. But I have been thinking about it. As my
pretend niece, you have no legal standing. If you are part of my family
you will be part of the estate, that is basically the store. And I can
tell you that it is worth a lot. I know that when my folks pass on, I
will be the sole owner of the store, and while I am not complaining about
the money I get and make now, what I will get in the future is much,
much, more. As my c***d, my daughter, you will be part of my family and
share. It is worth thinking about."

Cheryl then got on her knees in front of JoAnn and looking up, said.

"Will you accept me as your daughter?"

JoAnn bent down, and kissed her, then pulled Cheryl up from the floor,
hugged her and they both began to cry.

Copies of the video of Cheryl was sent to each parent with a long letter
of explanation. It provoked an immediate response and within a week both
sets of parents were back in town. Neither side was thrilled about it.
They both marveled however, at how cute Cheryl was and how ladylike she
had become.

Cheryl's parents when they had an opportunity to be alone with Cheryl in
their hotel room, at first accused JoAnn of manipulating the entire
thing. Cheryl explained that feeling girly was her experience, not
JoAnn's. Now that she was accepted as Cheryl by the outside world, she
intended to continue with the hormones, and have whatever surgery was
necessary to complete the transition. It was difficult, even for the
parents that raised her, to look at Cheryl and not accept that this was
indeed a young lady. It didn't take long before both sets of parents
accepted her for what she appeared to be and reacted with her
accordingly.

When JoAnn's parents were informed of the possibility of adopting Cheryl
as her daughter, they both thought it was crazy. But when JoAnn
explained the reasons, and that she felt she could really love Cheryl to
be the daughter she would probably never have otherwise, they reluctantly
agreed that it was probably the right thing to do.

By the time Cheryl's parents left to return to Florida, they accepted her
as a young girl, and the thoughts of having a son, soon faded from
memory. They did notice that there were no pictures of the old Paul in
the house. JoAnn had taken them down and replaced them with 8x10 pictures
of Cheryl.

Adopting in their state, even with an older c***d, takes a long time.
Six months at least.

In the meantime, JoAnn took Cheryl to the Drivers License Bureau and had
a new license issue in her new name. JoAnn first had a conference with
the Bureau manager, and discussed the possibility of a mistake being made
and that F instead of M be inserted in the box labeled 'sex'. It didn't
hurt that when they discussed the matter, JoAnn placed three $100.00 gift
certificates to her store on the desk, without saying anything out loud.
She let the certificates do the talking. Also without any conversation,
the bureau manage picked up the certificates, walked back to her desk and
plopped them into her purse.

And so, Cheryl had a new drivers license, showing her new picture, name
and sex.

The months went by. There were no apparent side effects from either the
daily pills or the weekly injections. Once each month, Cheryl went to
the doctor for an examination. By the third month it was becoming
evident that changes were taking place. Cheryl's butt increased by 1
1/2 inches and correspondingly her waist reduced by the same amount.
There was puffiness around the breast area. If you pushed the breasts
together you could create the illusion of cleavage , but full breasts
were not yet forthcoming. The nipples did increase in size as well as
the aureoles. She had not desire to ejaculate as a result of the
testosterone blockers, and her 'thingy' as she called it remained flaccid
all of the time. Her own hair was growing out, and while not yet as long
as the wigs, JoAnn brought her to the salon where her natural hair was
lightened and a springy bob was cut. The wigs were put away. Cheryl
still looked cute but intended to let her hair grow out past her
shoulders. She loved her hair. And like most young girls was constantly
playing with it.

Even though it would be months before the final papers for adoption were
approved, they began to talk to each other as mother and c***d. Cheryl
now called her 'mother' instead of auntie, and JoAnn began to develop
maternal feelings towards this c***d. They began to spend most of their
free time together. They talked and gossiped about girl things, and
without any shame Cheryl talked about wanting to fall in love with a boy
and get married someday. They held hands when they walked together and
bonded. Because Cheryl looked no more than nineteen most of her friends
were that age and Cheryl took on the role of a nineteen year old. It was
the greatest time of her life. There were girl friends that one could
talk to about the most intimate things, there was giggling, and laughing.
There was the thrill of being checked out by the boys. Cheryl liked
that. She liked it a lot.

JoAnn had a standing appointment for a weekly manicure, pedicure and
comb-out at the salon, and she brought Cheryl with her to have the same
done. Cheryl was taught and knew how to give herself a manicure, but it
is so fun to have it done professionally. One can gossip with the other
women and experience the luxury of it.

Cheryl made many friends with the other salesgirls, and she was popular.
She began to read books by Danielle Steele as well as other women's
romance novels, and soon found herself sympathizing with the heroine's
role. In her fantasies she took on the woman's role when the sex scenes
developed in the books. She found herself thinking about boys...and
dates. Sometimes she went to clubs with the other girls where she was
asked to dance. She did, hesitantly at first, but soon found she liked
dancing with a boy. When she began to date, her new mother handed her a
package which contained three pairs of specially made panties.

They were made of a skin-like material, although they were porous so that
the skin can breathe while wearing them. One threaded the penis into a
shaft built into the panties, and two special clips held the testicles
into the body where one would push them. But the front of the panties
resembled a vagina, and there was even an opening where a man could
insert his penis while making sex. With Cheryl's penis brought back
between the legs there was an opening in the end allowing one to urinate
while sitting down. If it was dark, and especially if the man had a
couple of drinks, he would have intercourse with the wearer and would
never know that he had not been with a real female.

"They are terribly expensive," JoAnn said, so take care of them Wear
them when you are going out with the girls or if you are with a date. By
this time Cheryl was into boys as a girl her age should. She no longer
felt strange with her focus on boys. Calling JoAnn, 'mother' and acting
like her daughter, soon became second nature. After a few weeks it
seemed that JoAnn has been 'mother' all of her life.

As the seasons changed, Cheryl was into the new fashions. She was able
to wear her new bikini swim suits as long as she wore the special panties
her mother purchased for her. And she was having a wonderful time. She
loved the summer fashions. She was now confident in her looks. Like the
other girls, she wore jeans a lot. Sometimes cut-offs as well. She was
the prettiest and the most popular of her friends due to her looks and
vivacious personality.

By the sixth month, she had developed a nice, rounded butt, which pleased
her/ She lost a lot of weight due to the combination of hormones and
careful dieting,and she looked like a lovely slim girl, wearing a size
10. Her waist came down another two inches and her breasts were not only
sensitive but about an 'A' cup in size. The doctor thought that that
would be as far as they would go without getting implant surgery. At
about the same time the application for adoption was approved, and Cheryl
officially became the adopted daughter of her former wife. An
announcement was made at the store, and everyone of her friends gathered
around to congratulate her. Both parents were notified and by now were
acclimated to its acceptance. Cheryl's parents especially, still felt
that she was still their own daughter regardless what the legal document
said. They long ago stopped thinking of her as anything but her
daughter. They were please to find that Cheryl took much greater pains
to remain in contact with her parents than the son they had before. She
was kinder, sweeter, and more considerate and they liked that.

The surgery to remove the testicles went well. The scrotum healed quickly
but the breast implantation surgery took almost three months before the
soreness completely went away. But she was thrilled with the results of
her breasts. It took some extra effort, but at her request the surgeon
made sure not to cut the lactate ducts, so that at some time in the
future , if it was to be, she would be able to nurse. In the past the
Adam's apple would be removed by making an incision in the neck. But
with the advent of micro-surgery it can now be done from inside the
mouth, and that was removed at the same time. It wasn't that Cheryl had
a prominent Adam's apple, you could not tell, but any medical
professional, even a dentist would notice it as soon as the mouth would
be inspected.

Cheryl absolutely loved her new breasts. They were not humongous but
perky. They fit her body. She touched herself often when she was alone.
They were sensitive to the touch, and gave a sensation of pleasure that
she never had as a male. She loved the way they looked when she wore
tight dresses. And she loved to push her chest out, spine straight, head
erect. And loved the attention she got.

Cheryl no longer had to take the anti-testosterone shots, and found that
tucking her 'thingie' underneath was now easier without the testicles
getting in the way.

Cheryl was a good girl. Many of her teen-age friends were into wild
stuff. Smoking, alcohol, d**gs, tattoos and indiscriminate sex. Also
many exhibited what Cheryl thought was un-ladylike behavior. She began
to cultivate her friends and those that were not up to her standards she
dropped. Cheryl didn't think of herself as a 'goody-goody' but she had a
high standard of morals that she was determined to keep to. This pleased
her mother greatly.

Mother didn't want to do it, but at the insistence of her store manager
promoted Cheryl to manager of the lingerie department. By this time she
had a large following of loyal customers. As a manager she no longer
would qualify for commissions on sales, but as the daughter of the owner
she need not worry on that account. Whenever Cheryl would personally
make a sale to her regular customers she made sure to put one of the
salesgirl's name on the sales slip, thus entitling them to credit for the
sale. This endeared Cheryl to them, and any animosity to her promotion
was soon gone. Cheryl really was a nice, sweet and thoughtful girl.

Cheryl began dating a lot, and her mother worried about it all of the
time. She would have that worry until the final surgery. Getting found
out, could mean getting beat up by an angry date, or even worse. JoAnn
as mother was always cautioning Cheryl to be careful in that regard.

It soon came to pass that there was one boy who was more to her than the
others. He dated often. They went to movies, had hamburgers and malts
at McDonald's, or just went for walks holding hands. They kissed and
petted, and Cheryl soon found that inside of her was stirring strong
emotions for this boy. She knew that she could not give in to him 'all
the way' at this time but she wanted to do more for him than she was now
doing. And of course it came to pass, that one night they are parked
late at night, in a remote and dasrk area, Cheryl, after getting hot
and bothered from being kissed and fondled, unzipped his fly, pulled out
his rapidly hardening penis, and went down on him. She knew what to do,
and he soon bucked and spurted. Cheryl caught as much as she could in
her mouth, but she couldn't swallow it fast enough and a lot spilled on
his trousers and the front of her dress. This was the first time she had
semen in her mouth. She loved this boy so much, that she wanted to
taste him.

"Whew," he exclaimed. "I wasn't expecting that."

"Didn't you like it?"

"Oh, yeah. It's just that it came as a surprise."

"Well, I told you that I would not have real sex until my marriage night,
but I wanted to do something special for you."

"You did that, for sure."

He zipped himself up, took out his handkerchief from his back pocket and
handed it to Cheryl who used it to wipe the stuff off of her dress front.
She handed him the kerchief and he did the same to his trousers. Both
would have to be sent to the cleaners in the morning.

Cheryl was now really 25 years of age, having had a birthday in the
meantime, but her new adopted mother worried about her when she was out
on a date. Even when she was with what seemed to be a really nice boy.
So,when Cheryl was out on a date, she always stayed downstairs, falling
asleep on the sofa but awakening when she heard the key in the front door
lock. Even before Cheryl entered the room, JoAnn smelled it. The
special, slightly acrid odor of cum. A panic struck JoAnn with the worry
that her daughter was found out and harmed. But when she saw Cheryl's
face when she entered the house, she knew that for tonight at least, she
was safe. She had Cheryl go upstairs to shower and change to a nightie,
and as the time was late, JoAnn came in to tuck her daughter into bed for
the night, kissed her, and whispered that they would talk in the morning.

And so the months went by. When Cheryl received the drivers license in
her new name and photo, they transferred Paul's Prius which was parked in
the garage to Cheryl. This freed JoAnn from having to take and return
Cheryl from work, or anyplace else for that matter. As owner of the
store JoAnn's hours varied and she had many meetings that took place in
the early evenings. No longer having to drive Cheryl back and forth
allowed her to return to her regular work requirements.

It also gave Cheryl freedom. She no longer was dependent upon being
driven here and there. When on a date she preferred that the boy do the
driving, but otherwise she took the Prius...which by the way was the
perfect car for a young girl.

And so another six months flew by. The requirement of living as a girl
had been met and having the surgery was now available. JoAnn and Cheryl
met with the surgeon to discuss the procedure and set a date. The doctor
did not sugar coat what would be happening during and after the surgery.
He told them that there would be a lot of pain the first seven to ten
days after the surgery, but it would be dampened with narcotics. For at
least three and possibly up to six months, depending upon the patient,
sexual intercourse would not be allowed to allow the tissues to heal and
the skin to bond within her. He explained how the skin from the penis is
turned inside out and placed inside her to form a vagina.