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DANNY TO DANIELLE Part 1 Pretending Neighborhood kids, including the girls, were playing ball in the park down the street. Their calls, shouts, and cheers were carried by the summer breeze into the shade darkened room. The room was neat and clean. Most prominent were the pictures of pretty girls from teen magazines taped all over the door, a large map of the world hanging on one wall, a double bed, two dressers, and a television in one corner. Laying on his bed was a slender figure, a boy, but one would have to look closely to be sure. The face was pretty, with big blue eyes, dimpled cheeks, a little narrow nose and a porcelain smooth complexion. And the hair was thick and rested on the checks and hung over the ears to the shoulder. In one corner window a mobile of biplanes was spinning with the breeze. Bobbing up and down on needle thin rods, the shiny shapes reflected the filtered light as they spun around in an endless, bloodless dogfight. Watching the silvery figures twirl, circles within circles, the young boy lay on his bed, his neck propped against a folded pillow. *** The urge kept building and building in my head. After all, 15 year old boys just don't do what I was thinking about they just don't IT. "Ah, who cares about a stupid ball game?" I thought to myself. I didn't feel bad about not playing in the game. Nah! It was a hot summer day and... and... who wants to run around and get dirty and sweaty on such a day? Earlier my friend, Bob, stopped by. "Come on; watch us play; afterwards we'll get a burger." But I didn't want to, so I lied. "Can't. Mom wants me to do some stuff around the house." I sat up and started reading a book; flicked over a few pages of my stamp album; got bored. Summer vacation could be such a drag. I almost no I do miss school. I squirmed like I had an itch and rolled my head to relieve the tightness, all the time trying to resist the thoughts that were turning in my mind. I stared across my neatly made bed into the mirror over my dresser and shook my head in disbelief. What a sorry looking boy I was! At 5'4" I barely weighted 110 pounds or so. "What kind of a face is that for a boy?" I asked myself. No wonder I'm here alone while everyone's outside having fun. I didn't have any hair on my face, not even peach fuzz, and only the faintest wisps of blond hair on my arms. Geez, my friend Bob already has a shadow of dark hair above his lip. I ran my hands through my hair, working out the snags with my fingers and smoothing it behind my ears. It was thick, so thick that when washed, it was too fluffy to tuck in behind my ears, so it hung over them in a very girlish style, made even more feminine by a natural upturned curl at the end. About all I could do was pull it back into ponytail. I almost hated to wash it. Clean, bouncy hair made me look so... so girlish, and it took a couple of days before it was controllable. Worse, Mom was always on my case to wash it like every other day or else she'd join dad and insist that I get it cut. I made some icky faces in the mirror and swished my head around. No way was I ever going to be tall and strong and athletic or have a handsome rugged face like my father. Geez, I might as well have been born a ... Ah ... no use thinking like that. Scooting off my bed, I knelt before my dresser and pulled out the bottom drawer. Quickly I riffled through it, moving aside old school notebooks until I found a large manila envelope, first one then another. I flipped the packages on the bed and moved to my closet. I found it: a shoe box. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I undressed: shirts, shorts, jeans. I unclasped the crinkling envelope and pulled out a pair of panties, white ones with fancy stitching around the openings. Naked I sat on the edge of the bed and glided my foot into a leg opening, first one foot and then the other. Standing up, I slid the soft panties up over my legs and thighs up to my waist where they seemed to merge with my body. Slowly I slid my thumbs inside the narrow elastic band that encircled me and savored my new skin. With fidgety fingers I opened the larger envelope, pulled out a flattened bra and slipped it on. After attaching the four small hooks, I and pulled it around my slight frame. Lovingly, with delicate fingers, I tugged at the straps and pinched up the small soft cotton cups. I opened the shoe box, a shoe box full of hair rollers, ones with sponge centers and soft plastic clasps. Nothing was more feminine to me than being in hair rollers and having curls like my mother and sister. Quickly I gathered up stands of my hair and wrapped them around foam centers and snapped them closed. With fumbling fingers I continued until my head was full of rollers, drooping ones mostly, haphazardly arranged and dangling in all directions. Not very neat, I knew. Not like Mom or my sister would do it. After all they were real girls, and I was a boy who was only playing at being a girl. Laying in his bed, I admired my pretty girl- self in the mirror, squeezing my legs together and caressing my shoulders. "Girls are sure lucky," I whispered under my breath as I gazed at the roller covered image in the mirror. They get to wear all kinds of neat clothes that boys never get to wear, like panties and dresses and bras and slips; and they get to fix their hair in lots and lots of different ways: curly or straight, long or short, up or down, and any color they want. And girls have lots of friends and do lots of thing. Like they get to play ball and nobody laughs at them, but let a boy do a girl thing, and everyone laughs at him. Geez, I wonder what it would be like to be a girl so I could do all the things girls can do? Tap, tap, tap the shade was hitting the window. Better keep my ears open I sure didn't want anyone catching me. The bedrooms in our house didn't have locks, so sometimes I'd push the dresser in front of my door. One time I was starting to get into Sis's panties and the door banged into the dresser. It was my mother. Like crazy I pulled on my jeans, moved the dresser, and told her I was cleaning my room. I soaked in the hardness of the hair rollers against my pillowed-head, the softness of the white cotton panties against my bottom, and the tightness of the bra straps that expanded into my chest as I breathed. I stroked my body, running my fingers down my smooth arms, along my legs, up the inside of my thighs, and onto my pantied front, savoring the most delicious sensations. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet as I soaked in all the all the thoughts and feelings of the moment. Time seemed to stand still as I entered my own world of make believe. I barely heard the noise: a metallic click...click right away I knew the doorknob was being turned and released. My eyes darted to the door as it swung open. What to do first jump under the covers? under the bed? too late. "Mom..." I muttered as I pulled my self up. My eyes bulged out and I stuttered, "I ... ah .... was ... just..." I wanted to say more but could barely get enough air to breath much less speak. My jaw dropped; closed; I was speechless. Mom stood frozen with her left hand on the door knob and her body half-way into my room. She looked as startled as I was. "Danny... sorry... thought you were out." A look crossed her face like she had tasted something she didn't like. "I just came in to see if..." She looked hard me. Then the full force of what she saw must have hit her. "Oh, my... I am sorry." With outstretched arms she walked to me. "What ARE you doing, Danny? What ARE you doing, my boy?" "I was just pretending... just pretending... really." "Pretending? Pretending to be what? To do what?" She asked as she hovered over me. "Ma... Just pretending, that's all." "To be what?" I spit out my answer, "A girl! That's all. Just a girl." Mom sat next to me on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. I looked away. All of a sudden I felt cold, an icy coldness. I could feel Mom's eyes staring at my hair, the bra, the panties. What must she be thinking? There was silence for what seemed like forever before she touched my shoulder. "Danny, Danny...I didn't know. I mean I just never thought." Mom's hand brushed against a dangling half-wound roller. "Now, now, don't feel bad," she'd said in an almost pleading voice as she playfully unraveled the roller and rewound the already curled stand of hair. "These need to be tighter, dear, or you won't get the curl you want." It was hard holding back the tears and I started sniffling. "It's not your fault, son." Mom's sympathy made me feel even more like crying. "If your father was home more, this wouldn't have happened." I struggled to think of words as Mom put her arms around me and pulled me close to her. "You look just like your sister a couple of years ago. Isn't that Sue's old training bra?" Mom said as she tugged at a strap. "Yes, I believe it is, but it's long forgotten, I'm sure." Mom held me tight, her face nestled against my roller-covered head. "And those old panties, I'm sure she doesn't miss them. Of course, she has lots of pretty, much prettier, ones now," she said in a soft rhythmical voice. "Mom... you...you won't tell Sis, pleaseee." "No, dear, I won't." "And Dad, you won't tell him either?" "Danny, don't worry about a thing. It'll all be fine, I promise." Without another word, Mom stood up and walked away, pausing in the hall to give me a faint smile before closing the door. I dropped on my back, closed my eyes, and shook my head. "How could I? How could I be so careless? I wished I was a bug so I could crawl under a rock and not be seen for years. For the next few days I could hardly look Mom in the face, but when I did, she smiled what seem to me to be an I-know-a- secret-smile. I just knew by the look in her eyes that she'd been thinking what she saw. Saturday morning a lot was going on at home, so I figured Mom was too busy to concern herself with me. Dad would be home that evening. I wasn't sure why Mom had mentioned his name that day, but I didn't think much of it. Dad was a long distance truck driver who hauled heavy machinery and such on an 18 wheeler flatbed. Mom always made a big deal of dad's return. Early in the morning I heard Mom calling for my sisters to clean their room. By the time I came downstairs, Mom was busy doing all sorts of things. Besides getting the house clean, Mom made my sisters fix their hair for Dad so they looked pretty for him. Susan was 16 and had light brown hair past her shoulders, like my hair but longer; but she got to fix it in lots of different styles. She was really cute and had lots of friends and tons and tons of clothes. Mom usually set Sis's hair to create billows of shiny curls, all fluffed out and mixed together, like all the curls were fighting each other to be on top. My other sister, Debbie, was 13. She had really long hair; I mean like to her butt. Mom usually braided her hair or combed it in a ponytail or twisted it around and around into a bun and pinned it in place. A lot of the time Sue didn't like having her hair set and having to be in rollers. Debbie complained, too, saying she wanted to get her hair cut so she'd look older. She was cute too but a real tomboy. I guess Mom was the only one who enjoyed herself during these sessions, chatting about this dress and that blouse and this hairstyle going with that outfit. Mom loved to talk to my sisters about clothes and makeup and how girls should act. That Saturday morning I avoided the back porch, which is where Mom usually set their hair. Didn't want to get her remembering what she saw. I was about to leave the house when Mom called. "Danny, come here." "Mom, I got to go, got to meet my friends." "Come here, son," Mom said tapping her fingers on the arm of her chair. "Maaa, I gotta go..." "Come here... DANIEL." I walked into the backroom. Susan had a towel wrapped around her shoulder and was seated in front a picture window. Debbie was on the couch with her head bend down, patting dry her long wet hair with a towel. "Sit down so we can all talk about your father's return." Dad had been gone for twelve days; that's how long this trip took. Weird but twelve days makes one almost forget what someone looks like, even one's father. I plopped down and tried to look mostly out the window. "These you hand to me." I turned to see in front of me a bag of rollers, pink plastic ones with holes in them. "Ma..." "Hand them to me, dear." Mom began combing Sue's damp hair. I watched the comb slide through her hair. "You children... well... you children... you know how your father loves those long distance trips." Mom went on about how she wished Dad were home more. Every minute or so she'd extend her palm and I'd hand her a roller. "So maybe if all of you could somehow mention that you wished he were home more," Mom continued. Sue, as usual was complaining. "Ma.... can't you hurry up? I wanna go to Jenny's." All she did was complain, "Maaa, do we have to do this EVERY time Daddy comes home?" "Shush, Susan, shush. When I was a little girl, I didn't have a father to wait for and I was an only child..." "We know, Ma," Sue interrupted, "and you'd set your hair every day after school and your mother combed out your hair before you went to school." "That's enough of Susan," Mom said, cutting her off. Of course I had to watch Mom closely to be ready to dig into the bag and hand her a roller, but I hardly was listening to her, just catching a few words now and then. I'm sure I was staring more than I should have, but I couldn't help it. This was like a wish come true, being able to watch and not just peek. Mom's fingers moved really fast, faster than I had ever realized, as she wound up the damp strands of hair and pinned them in place. It seems like in no time she was finished with Sue. I really envied my sister. Man oh man! Did she look cute with her hair full of rollers! I was fascinated by the sight, entranced by the contrast of damp brown hair and hard pink plastic. Finished, Sue dropped on the couch to finish an Inquirer. Mom then combed my little sister's hair. I could see that Mom started from the bottom and used a broad toothed comb to comb out my Deb's flowing damp hair. Finished with my sisters, Mom dropped her arms and sighed a sigh of relief. I was startled. "Want me to put some rollers in your hair?" Mom repeated, holding up a roller in front of my face. "Huh?" "I said, do you want me to put a few rollers in your hair to give it some shape?" "Maaa... You kidding?" I shot back and looked away, pretending I was disgusted with the idea. But of course my heart was racing a thousand miles a minute. Sue chimed in, "Yeah, Mom, do it; put Danny hair in rollers. Then he'd know how much we girls have go through to be beautiful." "Yes, Mom, yes. Do it!" Debbie was beside herself. "He half-way looks like a girl anyway with his long hair." "Shut up!" I yelled to her in my most manly voice. "Now Daniel, be nice to your sisters... Well, Daniel?" Mom persisted, holding a roller in front of me, like a tempting treat. "Do you?" Of course I wanted her to. I wanted to yell out, "Yes, please Mom, please put me in rollers and give me pretty curls like my sister." My sisters were giggling, like they do all the time. "Girls, out you go to dry your hair, or else it's under the hair dryer." "No way," Sue cried. "Out, out, then," Man urged as she flicked her fingers at them to leave. But it didn't take much to get them to scurry out the door into the back yard where they sat on the patio under the table umbrella. I sat staring at them in the backyard. I wanted to get up but was kind of like glued to the seated. Mom just wouldn't give up. "Danny, do you want me to put some rollers in your hair?" Her voice was clear and strong. "Mom, Dad will kill me if he sees me with... with... my hair like a girl," I stuttered. "You know he's always after me to cut my hair as it is." "My little boy DOES love hair rollers and pretty hair, doesn't he?" I just shrugged and looked down. "You can be honest with me. You want me to put your hair in rollers, don't you?" "Maaa," I said getting up. But her hand on my shoulder urged me down. "Daniel." Her voice was louder than normal and sharper. "I'm asking you a question. Do you want me to put your hair in rollers and fix your hair like your sisters?" Yes, I shook my head up and down. "Speak up, Daniel, is that a yes?" "Yes, Mother, yes," I admitted. "And you want to have pretty hair like your sister's, don't you?" Mom asked relentlessly. "Uh huh... Yes." Mom seemed relieved. "Now don't you feel better for saying that?" I did feel better. "Yes." "And you want to look like a girl? Only girls have their hair set. Am I right, Daniel? I was speechless. "Boys who want to have pretty girl hairdos, must want to be girls; isn't that true, Daniel?" That was too much for me to stand. "Mom, I got to go; I got to go," I blurted out and hurriedly walked away barely escaping my mother's grasping hand. All during the rest of the day, Mom's words repeated themselves in my mind. If only I had the courage to let Mom fix my hair; if only I had the courage to do what I wanted to do, it would be so much fun; I know it, I just know it! That evening we all waited for Dad to come home. Sue spotted him through the living room blinds. "I see him. I see Daddy." We all ran to the window to watch him walk up the long gravel driveway. Dad was sure strong. I could tell by the way he carried one bulging bag on his shoulder and another big duffel bag swaying in his hand like it was a newspaper. Mom and Dad were always kidding me about how little I was and how big my father was. We knew in the one bag there was something for each of them. Of course we wanted to see our father, but were also dying to see what he brought them. "Hi, Hon," Dad said, giving Mom a kiss, not a romantic mushy kiss but a peck on the lips. They were never kissy-face to each other, at least not in front of us. "Hi Daddy." "Hi Dad." "Hi Pop." Dad leaned over and the girls hugged and kissed him, and he patted them on the head. "My, my don't my girls look beautiful. More beautiful every time I come home," he said, as he always did. "And how's my boy?" "Fine," I answered. Then he grabbed my sisters, smothering them in his big arms, telling them how much he missed them. A minute later Dad put his arms around my shoulder, pulled me to his side like I was a rag doll and, asked again how I'd been. We anxiously crowded around as Dad opened his big bag and passed out gifts. I got a wallet with fancy stitching around the edges and an embossed picture of a deer on the front. Deb got a set of hair accessories, clips and bands; and Sue got fancy smelling soaps and bubble bath stuff. Dad never disappointed us. I often wondered where a truck driver picks up gifts like that. I was really happy to see Dad but also kinda sad? sad because I knew that in a few days, he'd be leaving on another haul, be gone for a week, come home for a few days, and then leave again. "For you, dear," Dad said handing Mom a package. "I'll wait until later to open it, when the kids are in bed. Dad told us a little about his trip, that it was real pretty out West and that he saw a bad accident. He was explaining the twisted cars until Mom started talking about how dangerous his job was. Soon they were kind of raising their voices. "Up to bed, all of you." Mom said. "Thank you, daddy." "Thanks, daddy." "Thanks, pop," I said and hurried up to my room to put some money in my wallet. Right away Mom and Dad started talking loud. Nothing unusual about that, but this was worse than most times. I tiptoed out of my room and to the top of the stairway. A minute later Susan was beside me; Debbie could sleep through a bomb. We huddled close together, straining our necks to hear what they were saying. We didn't dare peek around the corner and down the stairs. I whispered to my sister, "What's Dad yelling about?". "Shush, listen!" She whispered back. Dad's voice carried up the stairs. "I don't believe it. This is just a trick to get me to quit the long hauls." "TRICK! TRICK! this is certainly no trick." Mom nearly cried out the words. "I'm telling you again, I caught your son in his sister's underwear. He needs you home more." Susan looked at me; her mouth wide open, but I was too scared to be embarrassed. "And he had hair rollers in his hair." Sis looked to me with her mouth open like she'd seen a ghost. "Well, there's nothing so terrible with that," Dad protested. "You didn't find him in bed with a boy friend, did you? Now THAT would be serious." "And he told me he wants to have his hair curled like his sister's." "So fix his hair; it's got to look better than it does now." "Don't you see, John," Mom said in a voice that was cracking with emotion, "he wants to be a girl." Dad could barely speak. "I ...I...don't believe you... I just don't believe you... it's not true. Not MY boy." Mom and Dad went on this way for a while. Dad would raise his voice, then Mom would do the same. "Wa...ake him up; I wanna talk to him, "Dad demanded, slurring his words. I guess he had a little too much beer. "I gotta talk to my boy about this." "Please, dear, wait until tomorrow, until you've cooled off," my mother begged. "Damn it, now! I got to talk to my son NOW! I won't hit him, I promise." There was a pause. Sue and I hurried to our rooms. I dove into bed, pulling the covers over me, waiting, praying for the silence to continue. Thump, thump, thump. I could hear my heart pounding in my ear, pounding like an Indian tom- tom. For a minute I thought it was all a dream, that I'd just wakened from a bad dream. Click. The light went on. I felt a weight on the edge of my bed. "Danny, wake up." Mom was shaking my shoulder. I just lay in bed, quivering inside and out. "Danny, get up, please Dan." I heard my father's faint call. "Get that boy up. I wanna talk with him," I turned over to look into my Mom's eyes, eyes that looked like they were floating in tears. "Danny, come on downstairs," Mom said. "Your father wants to talk with you. He won't hit you; he just wants to talk." I struggled out of bed and in just the bottoms of my pj's followed my mother down stairs. "Danny," my father said with stretched lips as if he was about to burst. "Your mother says you like to wear your sister's underwear. Is that true?" I instinctively looked up at Mom. I didn't know how to answer the question, but I nodded a yes, and lowered my head to stare at the carpet. "And that you wanted to be like your sisters... want to be a girl?" I again glanced at Mom. Did I say that? I didn't remember. "Don't look at you mother!" Dad shouted. "She's not answering the question. I am!" I hesitated. "Well... ah...kinda." Without thinking I again looked at Mom. "I knew it! I knew it!" Dad raised his voice so much that I jumped backwards, "Your mother put you up to this, didn't she?" I didn't know what he meant. "Put me up to what?" I asked myself. "All right son," Dad sounded exhausted, "go back to bed. Sorr... sorr...ah go to bed." Without lifting my eyes, I hurried upstairs. At the top of the stairs I collapsed next to my sister. We hugged the wall, like frightened children waiting for more bombs to drop. Now my parents were talking normally; louder that normal, but not bad. I was only able to pick up a some of what they were saying, mostly what Dad was saying. "I'm not convinced...not at all... if it was true...let him... I insist." "John, John, you meant it? You really mean it." I looked at my sister and she grinned at me. At least that broke the tension. "Looks like I'll have a new sister for a while," she said smiling at me. That night as l lay in bed a million thoughts raced around my mind. I felt Mom let me down, but I couldn't be mad at her, not after all she'd been through; and anyway maybe she didn't understand me when we were talking. Did I really say I wanted to be a girl? Or was it just a fantasy, something that I didn't want to happen except in my dreams? Or maybe I didn't really know for sure. Over and over those questions filled my head. The next morning I stayed in bed long after I usually get up. Didn't even go down stairs for breakfast. "Get up sleepy head. We've got lots to do," Mom keep calling to me through the door. "I'm up, Mom, come on in." I was in my jeans and putting on my shirt when Mom walked in. "Your father and I had a talk last night, and he said it was all right for you to be a girl." Man! Was I startled. At first I didn't believe my ears. "Come on Daniel, I've got to get you looking like a girl before your father gets home this afternoon. I know we're going to have fun doing this, don't you?" "What, me be a girl? What in the ..." I asked, wrinkling my eyebrows and squiggling up my face. It's one thing to pretend to be a girl for an hour or so, but to be a girl for like for a day; geez, I don't know about that! "Yes, Danielle." I looked at Mom not knowing what she meant. "That's your new name, Danielle, and I'm counting on you to be as girl-like as possible. Please do this for me, son; it's best for all of us." Huh, I wasn't sure what Mom was talking about. I followed Mom into the kitchen. "First step is washing your hair. A pretty girl has got to have pretty hair. This is just how I used to wash your sisters' hair before they got too old for their mother's help." Mom adjusted the water, running it over her hand. I took off my shirt as instructed and bent over the stainless steel bowl, gripping the edge to steady myself. From the hand sprayer a shower of warm water poured over my head, saturated my hair, and ran along my neck. Mom then lathered the shampoo, working it into my hair, from the hairline to the ends until scrunching sounds filled my ears. Gosh, almighty! Mom's fingers felt great as they massaged scalp even if it did feel a little creepy. With that Mom rinsed and shampooed again and rinsed. Mom put more stuff on my hair and wound my hair on top of my head. "We'll leave this conditioner on for 5 minutes, and then rinse it off." Next came a rinse with warm water. I shivered as Mom turned on the cold water and a cold spray ran down my face. By the time we were finished, I felt like I'd been swimming for an hour, but I still really liked having my hair washed. Mom patted and fluffed my wet hair; then I did the same thing. With a towel around my head, turban-like, I followed her to the little table in front of the back porch window. Hair supplies were spread on the table, and I think my heart skipped a beat. Mom placed a little towel around my neck and spread an old white sheet over me, which she pinned in back. At first I was afraid. "You're not going to give me a short haircut?" "No, I'm just going to shape your hair. I wouldn't dream of giving you a boy's haircut." I felt the broad tooth comb slid through my hair. "Always gently comb your hair wet hair stretches and is easily broken." Mom's voice sounded so happy. After sectioning off an area of hair with a narrow comb, she pinned it up and started cutting the back first. Snip....snip...snip. Section by section she pinned and cut, pinned and cut, pinned and cut. Snip...snip...snip. The little scissors seemed to be alive. "Remember how your father said he wanted you looking like a girl. Well, that's what he's going to get, another darling daughter you Danielle. And in order to be a pretty girl, you've got to have pretty hair. Wet pieces of hair, some like a couple of inches long, dropped on the sheet. I glanced down over and over to look at them. "Don't worry, Danielle, I'm only trimming the ends." After cutting my hair, I combed my hair real well and dried it some more. Mom handed me shoe box full of hair rollers, which were like an inch in diameter. I wanted to say something. I mean, I thought I should say something, but what could I say? The comb touched my scalp and I felt a pulling on my hair. Mom hovered over me as she spoke. "Now, dear, I'm combing out a section of hair about an inch deep and half an inch shorter than the roller. Are you listening?" "Yes." "I'm combing the hair straight out up from your scalp... spraying setting lotion on it... and holding it between my finger... Hand me a roller, dear." I gingerly picked up a roller with two fingers and handed it to her over my shoulder. "I'm placing the roller next to the strand of hair, rolling it down to your scalp, and using a bobby pin at the base of the roller to hold it in place." The bobby pin slide along my scalp and I twitched as if a long fingernail had been scratched across a blackboard. I didn't want to react that way but couldn't help it. Mom spoke in rhythm with her hands, in a voice like the up and down movements of a wave, a wave emphasized by the Squirt, Squirt of the spray bottle and the wetness of the setting lotion on my scalp. "Soon your head will be full of rollers. You've been waiting for this, haven't you, Sweetheart?" God! How the words rolled off her tongue. By now I was like in a trance. "Yes, mother, yes," I blurted out. Smoothly and tautly she separated a section of hair and wound it around the next roller. "Aren't we having fun." I soaked up each minute of my beautification. Section by section she combed, sprayed, and rolled. Again and again I felt a tautness against my scalp followed by brief sharpness as one roller after was pinned in place. Finishing in front, Mom moved to the side. "I can tell you love this, don't you, Danielle? Would my little curler princess like to have his hair in curlers ever day?" "Yes, Mother," I blurted out no longer trying to hide my feelings. "Yes, mother, oh yes." I answered, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I realized what I was confessing. One by one the rollers were pinned in place. The sensation was incredible. Almost painful; wonderfully painful. "Danny, would you like me to buy you some pretty rollers like these? They'll be yours and anytime you want you can set your hair and not only in your room but anywhere you want in the house. I mean don't feel bad about it," she said in almost a giggling little girl's voice. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure you're not the only little boy who likes pretty hair." What Mom was saying was really getting me excited. "Danny, do you play with yourself when you pretend to be a girl?" I was stunned. Geez, what kinda question is that for a mother to ask her son? "Danny, did you hear my question?" "Yes... Mom, I... I... heard you." I struggled to get the words out. Mom leaned over and spoke into my ear. "Danielle, if you want to you can play with yourself while I set your hair... you can if you want." I turned my neck and glanced up out of the corner of my eye to look at my mother, not believing what I'd heard. "You can hold it in your hand while I'm setting your hair. I know that's what you want to do. You men are all a like." "Mom, I can't." I begged her. "But that IS what you want to do, isn't it? Just take it out and play with it under the sheet." "I... I...can't do that. It's too... too private." "Danielle, I INSIST. Now take it out and hold it. I DO want you to enjoy yourself. No one will see it under the sheet." "Maa, please don't make me do that," I begged. "You know you want to. Isn't that what you were doing the other day when I found you dressed in your sister's panties and bra? Tension filled my groin and I squirmed and squirmed, rocking myself on my butt muscles. I crossed my legs and wiggled like I had to really go to the bathroom. The temptation was now more than I could resist. I looked around, unzipped, and fumbled with my shorts under the sheet until my dick was out. I held it in my hand and squeezed it. Mom was now putting curlers on the other side of my head. "Ouch!" I cried. "Too tight, Dear?" I shook my head sideways, no. "Use two hands, Danielle. Stroke it. Stroke it hard." "Mom, no!" "Yes, Danny, yes!" So I did what Mom wanted me to do. A bulge formed in the middle of my lap as I moved my left hand to the base of my dick and stroked the tip with the fingers of my right hand. Harder and harder it got and the little tent got a little bigger. Finally Mom finished with the top and sides and moved to the back of my head. With each roller, I became more and more excited. Squirt, Squirt, and a coldness slide over my neck, missed the towel, and caused me to shudder as it continued down my back. Faster and faster I rubbed the head of my dick, my finger tips slippery from the oozing liquid. The sheet over me rested on my lap and bobbed up and down as I stroked myself. "Are you sure you don't have any more secrets?" Mom whispered in my ear. "Nope." "Have you ever worn your sister's panties under your jeans?" Oh my Gosh! I shook my head back and forth. "No." But I had to admit to myself that I'd thought about it plenty of times. "And do you want to put on your sister's dresses?" That was a hard question to answer, so I just gave my head a little shake "no." Sure, I went into Sis's closet lots of times to look at her clothes. Sure, I even held a dress or two in front of me and pranced in front of her mirror, swaying from side to side to better see myself; but I never took them off their hanger. It was just make believe. "Don't feel bad, Daniel, if your father were home more, you'd have more of a role model. My poor boy, my poor boy; I blame it all on your father." Mom repeated. "All on your father." I was trying to remain still, but I couldn't help moving up and down as I raised and lowered my body just off the chair. Harder and faster I stroked and pulled. "Mom I can't do it anymore or something will happen," I cried. "What will happen, Danielle? "I'll come... I'll do it right here and now," I panted. "Here, honey, use this," Mom panted, handing me a pink wash cloth under the sheet. "You can come in this. Why don't you try to come at the same time I finish you hair? Just like a man and woman come at the same time. Now won't that be fun!" The tension in my body was like unbearable. "Almost finished? One more roller." Mom panted the words like she was as excited as I was. "Are you ready to come, Danielle?" "Ma, Ma... I'm ready; I'm ready to come..." I spit out the words. "Hang on Danny... I'm almost finished. I could feel the little rollers being wound at the very bottom by my neck. "Don't come before I'm done...Fin... ished." A tear formed in the corner of my eye it was so hard to hold back. All done," Mom panted. "Now Danielle, come now... come dear, shoot a big load for your Mommy." I held the cloth in one hand and shook my dick between the fingers of my other hand. A tear rested on my cheek. "Ma, I'm coming," I cried. "I'm coming now." I felt like a volcano. Out shot the first glob. Once, twice, three times streams of warm liquid squirted into the cloth. I twitched and shook as if an ice cube had been dropped down my back. Mom's hands were on my shoulder, pushing down and rocking with my body as I swayed back and forth. Exhaling a long breath, I hung my head exhausted, drained every ounce of energy. "I'll take that," Mom said, and I handed her the soaked cloth. "Oh my! oh my! My little boy really did come." For awhile Mom let me rest in the chair. "Now doesn't that make you feel better?" "Yeah," I panted. "All dressed?" "Yes," I answered, and off came the sheet. I turned around just in time to see my sisters come into the room. "Girls, I want you to meet your new sister, Danielle." "Danielle?" Susan repeated. "What kind of a name is Danielle?" "Now stop that talk. We don't want to confuse your brother, so it's Danielle. From now on that's what I want you girls calling him, at least when he's... he's like this." "I like that name, Mom," my sister Debbie said, "it's French and I like French. Can I have a new French name?" "Afraid not, dear. Your father will have enough trouble adjusting to Danielle." "Maaa, that's not fair," Sue whined, "he'll have prettier name than me." "Ok, you can be Susanelle," my little sister chimed in, "and I'll be Debranelle." "Girls, please, no more talk about names." Mom sounded exhausted like me. "If we all changed our names, you father will think we'd all gone crazy and he'd never come home. Remember girls, we all have to work together to help your brother be a girl for a while. Understand?" The girls looked kinda confused, but liked the idea. I guess Sue mistook my exhausted face for sadness. "Don't worry, brother," she said, "being a girl isn't so terrible." Finally I was able to leave to go to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the vanity mirror, and let out a long exhale of air. I was thrilled with what I saw: row after row of curlers, taunt and smooth, straight down the middle and on the sides and back. I was so transfixed by what I saw that Mom had to bang on the door to get my attention. "Hurry out, Danielle, we got to get you dressed before you father gets home." Mom rushed me to Sue's room. While I sat on the bed, Sis rummaged through her dresser. "Put this on," Mom said, handing me a pair of my sister's panties. I was light headed with excitement. I crumpled the panties in my handhow unbelievably soft and silky and started to walk to the bathroom. "Change here, your sister and I, we'll turn our backs," Mom said stopping me in my tracks. I looked at the panties. They were white with lots of little purple flowers, with lace all around the leg openings and waist band, and... and the front part was narrow, different from the all white panties I got caught in. Of course I wasn't so big that I needed a huge covering. I knew I had no choice but to what Mom said, anyway I wanted to. "Go on, dear, Mom said as she and Sis turned away and I slipped off my jockey shorts and into the panties. The panties were so delicate with it being all lacy even around the leg and waist openings. I stayed seated on the bed, covering my front with my hands, afraid to stand up. "Mom there's nothing to them; I mean my whole front part shows." "Sorry Danielle, your sister likes these hi-cut panties. Now this." Mom handed me a skirt, a white and brown checkered one. I waited for them to turn around. "Come on, Danielle, we don't have all day." Mom was impatient. "Turn around, you two." Mom shot back, "Now you're just being stubborn. Either get dressed now or in front of your father when he gets home." I stood up and carefully stepped into the skirt, clasped the hook at the side and zipped up the little zipper. Mom pulled it up a little until it rested above my belly button. "Wear it here, dear," she said. "That's one of my favorites," Sis said with a grim on her face, "so don't get it dirty!" Mom looked at me and smoothed the baby fine blond hair on my arm. "Now this," she said holding up a white bra. I swallowed hard and removed my shirt, stuck my limp arms out, and moved into it. Sis fastened it in back. The scent from the bra a perfume smell and a girl's smellfilled my nostrils. "It's not the best fit but it'll have to do for today," Mom said as she did some adjusting, tugging here and tugging there, first pulling one strap, then the other. There was a tightness: the straps rising against my skin and the elastic band expanding into my flesh as I breathed. It was kinda uncomfortable. I wanted to ask Mom if I could wear the old one in my room, but there wasn't much to that old thing. Mom must have seen my face. "Don't worry, dear. Your own bra will fit much better." My own bra! Wow! I couldn't believe what was happening. My heart pounded in my chest and all so many thoughts ran through my mind that I could hardly think clearly: a bra and panties were the most... and... and... I was wearing them in front of my mother and sister... and I was becoming a girl. "Stand up straight, Danielle." Weird, but I acted like that had always been my name. As Mom looked me over, I stared at my self in the floor length mirror on the wall. The skirt was really cute with a fake pocket on each side and six black buttons running down the front. And it fit just right, well maybe it was a little snug, but I liked it like that; it made me feel... cute... cute... that's how I felt. Mom looked me over. "Turn sideways." She adjusted the skirt, I guess until it was correctly lined up or something. "You're going to have to sit and stoop and bend like a girl or people will see more than you want them to see. Remember that Danielle." "Yes, Mother," I answered her in a very obedient girl-like voice. "This is my favorite scooter so don't mess it up," Sis warned as she handed me what looked like a white shirt. It was sorta like a shirt but the cuffs ended a couple of inches past my elbows and they weren't loose like my shirts but tight. And it had a little buttoned collar and buttons down the front. The shirt ended with knot, and what looked like two rabbit ears hung down the front. What was really scary was that the shirt ended like an inch or so from the waist band of the skirt, which left some of my stomach uncovered. Sis helped my put it on and adjusted it for me. Geez, I really felt naked now. Naked between my legs and naked on top. Mom handed me a pair of long white socks. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them on. I struggled to put them on AND to keep my panties from showing, but it wasn't easy. Finally I stopped trying to be modest and did what I had to do to get dressed. The socks went almost to my knees and were smooth with lots of elastic on the top, which held them tight to my legs. Guess I looked pretty clumsy getting dressed, cause Mom and Sis were shaking their heads and giggling at me. "Walk around, dear," Mom said with a smile of approval on her face. "Very cute, very nice... except..." Mom and Sue looked at each other and laughed. I wanted to ask them what was so funny, but of course I knew it was me. Sue turned around and a minute later returned with her hands full. "You need these pantyhose," she said as she unbuttoned the shirt, stuffed a lots of them into each cup, and worked them evenly all over. "Much better," Mom and Sis agreed. I agreed too. Now the blouse didn't feel so loose like before. Sis looked me over like I was from another planet. "Mom, why do you want Danny to dress like THAT?" "Well, dear, when I learned to swim, my dad threw me in the deep water. That's how I learned." "But Mom I don't swim!" "Don't worry, your sister and I will rescue you if you need rescuing." Before I could regain my thoughts, Mom took me by the hand and led me to Sis's chair in front of her makeup vanity. I sat down and Mom grabbed Sis's desk chair and sat down in front of me. "Chin up," Mom said. "Sue, better go downstairs and entertain you sister and father. I don't want them disturbing us." Sue started to complain, saying she wanted to watch, but Mom insisted. "Close the door behind you," Mom called to her. "I want Danielle to surprise everyone." "Once your makeup is on, you're going to be the darlingist girl ever," Mom glowed with excitement. "Ouch." I cried. "Just plucking a few stray hairs." "Ouch!" I steadied myself. Sure enough. I twitched again as I felt the same sharpness. I was sure glad when Mom said she was through with the tweezers. I felt the pencil press into brow bone. Gosh! I didn't even know that bone was there until now. Over and over she used the pencil, on one and then the other brow. "I'm ... trying... to keep..." Mom was talking and doing my eyebrows at the same time. "I'm trying to... keep the same... width throughout... the length of the brow but am... tapering at the outer edge...now I'm giving you just a little arch." Mom picked up a little flat brush. It tickled as she flicked it over my eyes. She said she was going to use brown eyeshadow at the crease and ivory at the outer corner, which she said she would blend out, whatever that meant. My eyes followed her as she dipped the brush into the eyeshadow and moved it to my eyes. She pressed the brush into my lids and moved with short strokes, first on the upper lids, then the lower lids. "Close your eyes." The brush moved over my eyelids. "You have pretty eyes. "Most girls would love to have eyes as pretty as yours." "Sure, Mom, sure," I thought to myself, "compliments will get you everywhere." All this was very arousing and make a fist and held it on my lap to keep from squirming. I watched Mom pick up another pencil, a thick one. "Close them again," Mom repeated. Mom held my eyelid taut and sketched on what she called eyeliner in small back- and-forth movements, gradually lengthening the line. Then she did the other eye and ran her fingers over the lines, smudging them. I don't know why she smudged them after trying hard to draw them neat. "This makeup is a little old for you, but I want you to knock your father out when he sees you." Mom held up to my eyes the mascara brush. "Hold still," she said. Which I did. I felt the brush coating my upper then lower lashes. Mom then used her finger underneath each eyelash; I guess to keep it off my skin. Each piece of makeup was more exciting?and scarier? than the last. I wanted it to go on and on; but I also wanted it to end as soon as possible. I was a little nervous as Mom moved the eyelash curler towards me. Over my top lashes it went. One squeeze, two squeezes, three squeezes. Then the bottom lashes. Once, twice, three times. I squirmed and squirmed. I couldn't help; but it was already getting hard. "Almost done," Mom said as she twisted a tube of lipstick. I closed my eyes as she pressed the creamy stick to my lips. "Now close your lips; that a girl." I opened my eyes just as she was beginning to move a pencil to my mouth. I felt the pencil, lipliner Mom said, trace a line around my lips. Wow! All these sensations were really doing a number on me, like I never knew girls did all those things to look pretty. "Stand up and let me see my beautiful, beautiful son... or should I say daughter." I looked at myself in the mirror. Was that really me! I looked so girl-like, so trim, and pretty. I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked just like I just can't believe it a girl. No! Not just a girl, but a really cute girl, and I still had my hair in curlers. My sister's clothes fit me really well and my face... I wouldn't recognize myself if I meet me on the street. Even though the skirt wasn't too, too tight, I could see a little bitty bump in the skirt and so could Mom. Mom glanced down at my hardness. "My, my, my. And what is this?" she asked, running her hand over my hardness. "I can't help it, Mom. It just happens. Really." "I can see that you're having more fun at this than I expected, but you DO need to take care of that." Mom then took my hands and held them in hers as she filed my nails. A minute later she was applying clear polish on them. For a few minutes I held my fingers spread apart. "Now go to your room and put on your new tennis shoes. I want you down stairs in 10 minutes. No later!" Mom said as she left the room. Everyone was in the living room when I joined them. "What in the..." Dad said shocked, but Mom cut him off. "Remember John, you ordered Danny to look like a girl." "Ah... well, I kinda remember. But I was..." Dad looked like he was trying hard to remember just what he said. "Sure, you and the children cooked up some story about... Ok... I get it." Dad regained his composure and thought for a minute. "Your mother, your mother," he repeated, shaking his head." "And who is this new girl?" Dad asked like he was being introduced to a six year old. "Danielle, our new sister," Debbie blurted out in her high pitched little girl's voice. "Of course, how forgetful of me. Sorry I forgot my own child's name," Dad said sarcastically, "but he...she... sure has changed since I saw her last. Now when was that, half a day ago?" Dad looked right into my eyes "Are you sure, Dan..ielle, that this is what you want or did ...?" Dad didn't finish his sentence. I didn't know what to say. You could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. "Daddy, you promised to take us to the zoo," Debbie said breaking the silence. "The zoo?" Dad said wrinkling his brow. "Ok... then that's what we'll do." Man! I've never seen Dad make such a quick decision. Count on Debbie to remember things no one else can recall. "Count me out; I sure can't go like this," I said. "Of course you can, dear," Mom shot back in a firm voice. "Either we go as a family or we don't go at all." "But I can't go out dressed like this AND in hair rollers. It looks bad, funny, I mean. "Don't be so silly," Mom quickly answered me. "In a couple of hours, your hair will be dry and I'll remove the rollers in the rest area." A couple of hours, I thought. Geez, that's a long time. I started to argue, but Mom insisted. I knew I was out voted. "What else can I do?" I said to myself. When we got to the zoo, I was really self-conscious, like I was sure people would whisper and point to me and say "there's a boy in girl's clothes." "Mom, Dad, do I look all right? I mean, do I look like a girl?" I asked. "You certainly do, Danielle, so relax and enjoy yourself." A few minutes later I couldn't help it, but I had to ask again. "Mom, are you SURE I look like a girl?" "Sue, Debbie," Mom had to raise her voice to be heard, "doesn't your bother make a cute girl?" "I guess so," Debbie answered. Sue was much more excited at first. "He looks wonderful, Mom, just like a real girl." Then she kinda changed her tone of voice. "I mean he looks pretty good for a guy." "Yes, Danielle, you do," Mom answered. "Just remember to smile. Always have a smile on your face. It'll make you look absolutely convincing as a girl." Even Dad agreed. "Yes, Dan, you're a very passable girl, but for the life of me, I don't you want to look like that." As we followed the winding path, we watched the lions and other big cats, the monkeys, and then the elephants. Along with looking at the animals, I keep glancing down at my naked knees as they flashed in and out of the skirt as I walked. After a while I relaxed and began enjoying the scenery and the warm sun. Good thing there was a nice breeze to keep us from getting too hot. So this is how it feels to wear a skirt, to look like a girl. Being dressed like a girl was really awesome! The air under my skirt and on my stomach kept reminding me over and over of that this wasn't all a dream. My body was like a pin cushion, I was so alive with nervous excitement. I was glad to see some other girls and women with rollers in their hair, but mostly black girls. Again and again I patted the curlers, pretending to see if they were dry, but all the time I just wanted to feel them, to press them to my head. The sun had changed the dampness into a crust waiting to be broken. I could hardly wait until they were out and I could feel the curls. Sure at first it felt scary to be dressed like I was, but after a couple of hours, I liked the feeling I mean I loved the feeling. I was really thirsty by the time we reached the picnic benches. Mom stopped me in my tracks before I sat down. "Danielle, smooth out your skirt." "Yes mother." "Cokes and hot-dogs for all of us, John," Mom said to dad. "Danielle, you can have some of my drink," Mom said looking at me. "Geez Mom, can't I have my own coke?" I said upset. "You want to have to use the girl's restroom?" Suddenly I lost my thirst. "Legs together, dear." "Yes mother," I answered like a good daughter. We started giving Dad our food orders, but he stopped us saying, "Hold it. Everyone come and order your own." Which is what we did. I ordered a dog with everything and fries. When I sat down, I realized that the guy at the counter was the first one I'd ever spoken to as a girl, and he didn't give me a second look. Man! Was I hungry. Of course Sue had bend over towards me, suck her cup dry, and then slurp the ice. There she sat slurping and talking and slurping. "This is sooo tasty... ah... it is sooo good." The monster! Geez, I felt like I was a legionnaire in the desert whose canteen was empty, but everyone else's was full. Finally Dad had to talk to her. "Susan, we've had enough of that. Your brother's a better behaved girl than you." In my mind I was thinking "thanks" but then reconsider. "Was that really a compliment?" I asked myself. "Mom, I'll take Danielle to the bathroom," Debbie volunteered. Thank God Mom said that wouldn't be necessary. "Eat slowly, Danielle. Little bites, dear." Now Mom was on my case. "Yes, Mother." "And for heaven's sake, sit up straight. Don't lean on the table." "Yessss, mother." I figured that since I was so new at being a girl, I really should listen to my mother. But I wondered why I had to be ladylike when my sisters didn't. And lots of the other girls that we saw didn't look or behave very ladylike. I guess it was obvious that I was eyeing the pretty girls in the benches around us. "And don't look at the girls like you were a boy," Sue added. "But don't look at the boys like you were a girl," Deb joined in. That brought a giggle and a grin to everyone's face, except mine. "Girls, girls," Mom started but had to stop as her grin became an full-faced smile and finally a hearty laugh; then Dad and my sisters broke up. And laughed. And laughed. I don't know what was so funny. Was what I was doing was THAT funny? After eating, Mom moved me by the shoulders. "Turn around so I can see if your hair is dry." Without thinking I tried to straddle the bench. Of course Mom stopped me. Instead Mom stood up behind me, unwound a roller, and rubbed the hair between her fingers. "Dry as a bone," she declared. Carefully she removed the rollers, unwinding each one to the end before removing it. "Everyone will think that my little girl is very popular and wants to look really cute for a special boy friend," Mom announced to our table. After all the rollers were out, she opened up the curls with her fingers and gently pulled them apart. I felt coils of hair dip down against my forehead and temple. A long spiral glistened in the sun as it dipped in front of my eye. Twisting my lip, I blew it up out of the way. I blew and blew to keep it out of my eyes, but finally stopped and enjoyed the curl as it danced against my eyebrow. All the while Mom continued to spread the dried curls apart, twisting some one way and some the other way. She spent a long time, arranging each curl. "Later on I'll do the brush out, but this look is so feminine that I just love it." I held up a round mirror that Mom brought in her bag. I liked I mean lovedthe way I looked. I saw curls, lots of uncombed curls. I quickly slid my fingers to touch my hair, to feel the magic. Gosh! My head was a mass of curls, hanging curls, spring-like curls. Finally Mom stopped me. "No more touching or you'll mess it all up." If I was going out with a girl like me, I know I wouldn't be able to resist pulling her beautiful curls. Not only did it look great, it felt great, nice and cool against my neck. "Isn't your brother just beautiful?" Mom said under her breath. "Just beautiful!" Susan was going to say something when she startled us by popping up from the bench. "There's Jack and Tim from school," she cried and began waving her arms. "Be right back." Man, she didn't even ask permission but just got up and ran over to them. The rest of us watched as she talked and talked to the two guys. Now even Dad was anxious to go. Thank goodness he stood up and waved to her. One of the guys got Sue's to turn around, and she started walking back to us. But then Dad motioned for the guys to come over. I couldn't believe it. Oh Great! Does Dad have to met Sis's friends NOW? "Sue," Dad said, "introduce your friends to your family?" "Sure... Mom, Dad, this is Tim and this is Jack. Tim and I were in the same math class. Jack, Tim this is..." Finally it was my turn. "And this is my other sister, Danielle." "Hi Danielle." "Hi Danielle." I barely lifted my head to smile at them, gave them a faint finger wave, and turned my eyes down without saying a word. "Danielle is shy," Debbie squeaked, "she's never been on a date with a girl... er... guy... ah, you know like even a double date." That little brat; I could have strangled her! "Well," Mom calmly explained "Danielle's a very good student and hasn't been interested in dating, that is until recently." I peeked from looking at the bench top up to see the two guys grinning like they'd just met the last virgin on earth. The jerks! "Have fun at the zoo," Dad said to the boys. For a while they just stood there like dummies until they got the message to shove off. As they walked away, Mom and my sisters started giggling and snickering. "Geez, if I'm going to pretend to be a girl, I hope I don't have to giggle," I thought to myself. Every Dad had an ear-to- ear smile on his face. I probably should have been angry at my father for calling the boys over and making me meet them, but... well... it was fun to fool them... to make them think I was a girl. I wondered if real girls felt nervous when meeting really handsome guys for the first time. "Those seemed to be nice boys," I said to Sis, "do they have girlfriends?" Susan looked at me funny. Then she caught on and gave me a shove with both hands against my shoulders, a hard shove, hard enough so I almost lost my balance. "Get off it, Danny! You gotta be kidding!" "Susan, please," Mom said. "OH, MOM, aren't those boys just sooo dreamy looking?" Sis swooned. She is so boy crazy that she makes me sick sometimes, and everyone else too. Mom only smiled and turned her attention to me. "Danielle, you certainly didn't act very nice towards those boys. You didn't say hello or even look at them." "Maaa," I protested. "I didn't want them to know that I was a guy you know by my voice or something." "Don't be silly. Your voice, well, I don't want to be unkind, but it's quite girl-like. The only thing that might give you away is your lack of confidence. It makes you look suspicious, like you're hiding something. Next time, hold you head up high and speak slowly and with modulation, you know what I mean? Raise and lower your voice as you speak." I nodded my understanding. As we continued through the zoo, we drifted apart. Dad and Deb trailed in back. Sis was way ahead, probably looking for her friends, I figured. Mom and I were kind of in the middle. All the time we walked I keep turning my head sharply just to feel the dangling curls touch my face and neck. Mom noticed and got a kick out of it. "Lovely, that's very feminine." While we walked, Mom pointed out the way girls walk, how they used their hands, and their body movements. "See how that woman is waving... see that girl walk... notice the sway in her hips... look over there... see this... see that... listen to my voice?" At first it was boring, then it became like a challenge, a challenge to be the most believable girl possible. "Danielle, walk moving one foot in front of the other in a straight line. That's the proper walk for girls." I practiced that walk while Mom watched me. "Very good, dear, now move your hips a little, swing your arms... thata girl." All of a sudden I caught myself walking and acting and talking more like a girl. Mom went on and on giving me instructions on how to be a girl until I wasn't watching the animals, the zoo animals, but the human kind. Mom nudged my shoulder, once, twice. "Over there... look," she said tilting her head to the side. Susan's friends were waving their arms. "They're waving at you, Danielle." "No way, Mom. They're waving at Sue." Mom then pointed out that Sue was watching the bears and had her back to them. "Wave back to them," Mom ordered. "Are you kidding?" "Danielle," Mom said raising her voice, "I am NOT kidding." So I bent my arm at the elbow and gave a faint wave. "Wave more, dear." I lifted my arm way up and waved. "Hold it up ... shake it... wiggle your fingers... let them see a big smile on your face.... that a girl... don't be so stiff acting... that a girl. Hold that pose." By now the guys looked like they were trying to fly. Goofy guys! Finally, Mom said I could stop. By the end of the day, we were all beat. I felt more like I'd been on a real safari than just to the zoo. I mean it was scarier going out dressed like a girl than going out to hunt lions. When we got home, it was after seven. We'd stopped for chicken take-out and everyone was hungry. I instinctively dropped on the sofa, which I immediately was told was a no-no, a no-no for a girl. So I straightened up. After dinner I started to leave for my room. "Sue, dear, will you help Danielle remove her makeup?" I followed my sister upstairs. At the top I heard Dad say, "Haven't you carried this far enough?" Sis and I waited to hear Mom's reply: "No further than you." Wow! I guess I was going to be Danielle for a while longer. Sis led me to the bathroom where she slipped a plastic headband on my head and pulled it back. "Mom sure put a lot of setting lotion on your hair. But wait until she combs it out; it'll look real pretty. Now take off my blouse, I don't want it wet." I made a face; I still didn't like my sister seeing me in a bra. Man! Did I look weird in Sis's bra and red hairband, smearing cream on my face. "Now pat dry... NO like this." Sis said showing me how to dry my face. Sis then spread a hairnet with her fingers and placed it over my hair. This will keep..." "Susan, phone call," Mom called. In a flash Sis ran to her room. I got undressed except for the panties and carefully folded my sisters' clothes and placed them on my dresser. A little later there was a knocking on my door. "I want my skirt," Sue demanded. So I opened the door a little and I handed it to her. "And my top." "Yeah, sure," I said handing it to her." "And you can have this too," I said flinging out the bra and panties. "You keep THOSE; Mom promised me new ones," Sis said, throwing them back to me. "Thanks, a lot Mom," I thought. "Sis gets a new bra and panties and I get hand-me- downs." What a silly thought that was! I slipped the panties back on and slid under the covers. There was another knock on the door. "Geez," I thought, "won't people leave me alone?" It was Mom. "Danielle, I just wanted to tell you that Tim asked about you. He said you were really pretty, and he asked your sister if you two would like to double date with them. Nite-nite. Sweet dreams." What did I just hear? I was amazed. Stunned. Then words shot out of my mouth. "Mom... Mom, wha wha did did she tell him? Whada whada she say?" As I laid in bed I couldn't get Mom's words out of my mind: "He said you were really pretty." Tim, now which one was he? The blond or dark hair one. "Pretty." He said I was pretty. He couldn't have meant pretty as a boy. Must have meant pretty as a girl. Awesome! I thought of Danielle as I lay in bed Mom's words repeating over and over. And all my senses were alive with herthe wispy feel of the hairnet, the smell of the face cream, and the smoothness of pantie