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The Ordeal
Janet Stickney
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Mike, Kevin, and I grew up together, and we were almost like brothers. Mike was
the one with the wild imagination and our practical joker. Kevin was a little
less crazy, and always did what Mike wanted to. I was the follower. I usually
went along with them, rarely voicing any concerns. That's how I ended up this
way.
All of us were 15 when it all fell on our heads. Mike is tall and husky, blond
hair and blue eyes; Kevin is the shortest, about average in build with raven
black hair and brown eyes. Me, I'm the skinny kid. I have brown hair and green
eyes. Kevin and Mike had talked about it for a while, and even told me about it,
but I did not participate because I was away with my folks. Mike drilled a hole
in the wall between the girls locker room and an old closet, and using Kevin's
video camera, made a tape that lasted several hours. As the king of pranks, Mike
had outdone himself this time. There weren't many boys in the school that
wouldn't pay dearly to have a copy of that tape, so he started selling them. A
parent of one of the boys that bought the tape found it, and worse, played it.
Seeing high school girls in all sorts of undress instantly led to an
investigation, and less than a few hours later Mike, Kevin, and I were all taken
to a conference room. Secluded from each other, it wasn't long before the whole
story was out.
My parents were called, as were the others, and in the ensuing hours it was
discovered just who did what and when. The police were called, and Mike and
Kevin were charged with a number of things. Breaking and entering, peeping,
pandering, destruction of school property, among other things. Since I did not
participate in the taping or selling of the tapes, many of the charges against
me were dropped. My nightmare was about to begin however. Mike and his family
managed to make a deal, and he was sent to a very well known military school
where harsh attitudes were the norm, and he was on probation until he was 21.
Kevin was allowed to stay home but not attend school, so his parents sent him to
another school, in a different state. All his parents would say was that he was
about to get an attitude adjustment. Since I did not actually participate, I
figured I would be reprimanded and let go. After all, I was with my parents at
the time. My father was so angry with me for not letting them know what was
going on, because I did know what Mike and Kevin were doing, he and my mother
had a more exquisite punishment for me. Once we got home I found out.
My dad was silent all the way home and I knew from past experience that it was
best to keep my mouth shut. When we got home he told me to sit in the chair
across from the couch. He and mom sat side by side, not saying a word. Finally he
told me what my punishment would be. "Since to like to look at girls bodies
without their permission, you're going to get the chance. Peg?" My mother had
two pieces of paper in her hand. "These are identical David. I wrote them last
night and printed out these copies and deleted the file from the computer. I will
read it now.
1. From this day onward, for a minimum of one year, you shall dress, and act,
as a girl of your own age.
2. You will have the same house rules any girl your age has.
3. At any time we may increase the length of time you are in skirts, but only
for an infraction of the rules.
4. You will continue to attend your school, but as a girl.
5. In order to see that this does not happen again, you will be made to look
like a girl your age.
6. If at the end of one year we determine that you have learned your lesson you
may become a boy again if you wish.
Do you understand all of these?" I was shocked! They were going to make me
dress like a girl! "Mom!" "There will be no discussion David. You will spend at
least the next year as a girl, the only question is, do you understand the
rules!" She handed me a copy, and as I read them, I had a sinking feeling in the
pit of my stomach. "But I didn't do anything!" "You knew what they were doing,
you knew it was wrong, and you did not tell us. By inference, you are guilty,
and now you'll pay for it." My mother sounded like she was gargling rocks when
she spoke, but Dad, he sounded very calm. "Did you watch the tape David?" All
three of us watched it together, and he knew it. "Yes sir." "So you knew the
tape existed and said nothing." "Yes sir." Then he gave me kind of an enigmatic
grin. "Son, all boys your age wonder about girls, what they look like, and so
on. I understand that. But this was wrong and you knew it then, and you know it
now. We decided that having you dress as a girl would let you understand the
shame those girls feel. Trust me when I say that you are getting off easy
compared to Kevin and Mike. In order to make sure that you understand the rules
on the paper we want you to sign and date the paper. We will all sign all
copies, and you may keep one. If you refuse to sign it you will still find
yourself dressed as a girl, but a five year old girl instead. This way you will
be allowed to wear anything any other girl your age would wear, except that for
the first two months you may not wear any slacks of any kind, unless the weather
requires it and your mother agrees. Now, sign the paper David." I read the paper
again, and with no options, I signed it with the pen dad handed me.
"I want you to go to your room and take everything out of your closet and put
it in the boxes there. And I mean all of it David. Posters, clothes, toys.all of
it. I will be up in a few hours to check on you." Dad was back to his gravel
voice again, and I went to my room. There were boxes all over the place, and as
I looked around, I knew in my heart that my life was going to change
dramatically; then I got an idea. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt and put
them under the mattress on the bed. Then I went about doing as I was told. When
my mom showed up she looked in the closet, the dresser, shelves, and then, under
the mattress! "I'm disappointed in you David. Not even a few hours into our
agreement and already your trying to cheat! I think a two month extension is in
order don't you?" Two months more! Over a year as a girl, and I had yet to even
see any girls clothes! Under her supervision, dad and I carried all of the boxes
to the shed where he padlocked them. "Back to your room David, it's time we
started." With a great sigh, I followed mom back to my room. "Please undress
David, naked please." "Mom!" "Now!" Under her stern gaze I undressed and stood
in front of her, naked for the first time since I was a child. Without any
prelude at all she started smear a hair removal cream all over me, everywhere,
including my groin! "We have made arrangements for you to be out of school until
next Monday, plenty of time to get you ready."
At her direction I showered, shaved, and washed my hair, then, with her
watching me, I dried off and she dusted my entire body with a sweet smelling
powder. "You have an appointment at two David, so we have plenty of time. Relax,
maybe you'll like it." I doubted it, but had no choice at all, as she handed me
panties to wear. To cover myself I eagerly pulled them on, and was taken to her
room and sat at her vanity. I watched as she applied foundation, eyeshadow,
eyeliner, and blusher. My hair was brushed back and pulled into a ponytail, high
on my head, like a girl would wear it, and a pink elastic was put on to hold it
there. "This is temporary David, don't worry." I wasn't worried, I was scared.
After that came a bra, it was new I noticed, 36A, plain white, hooks in the
back. Mom helped me put it on and put a pair of rolled up nylons in the cups.
Then came pantyhose, which she had to show me how to get on, a slip was pulled
over my head and then a short red dress. It was short, almost mid thigh, with a
flaring skirt and a round neckline. The shoes were black flats, also new, and
fit me perfectly. "Do your lipstick David" mom said, and handed me a tube. It
was bright red.
"We have plenty of time to make your appointment, are you hungry?" I nodded my
head, and I followed her to the kitchen. Dad was nowhere to be seen, and we both
had a sandwich. "Time to go!" Mom was way to chipper about all of this, and I
stayed in my seat, afraid to leave the house. "Want another two months added
on?" "No!" "Well?" I walked out and got in the car, and she drove me to a small
clinic that I recognized as Kevin's dad's. His dad was a doctor, a Gynecologist.
"Let's go David." Mom took my hand, and as soon as we walked in mom told the
nurse that "David Grant" has an appointment, which brought giggles from the
other women sitting there. I was taken back, and a different doctor came in.
"Please undress David." Mom helped me, and then he asked her to leave. He gave
me an examination, then a shot in my arm.
When I woke up I was at home, in my own bed, but the entire room had been
painted pink and white, the sheets had a lace trim on them, On the shelves sat
dolls from all over the world! I sat up and instantly felt the new weight on my
chest, and my hand reached out and touched a breast! I looked down and saw that
I had breasts now, and when I raised the covers and saw the bandages on my groin
I started to cry. Mom came in and sat next to me. "Remember rule number five? We
promised you that you would look like a girl your age, and now you do. You can
now look at the body of a 15 year old girl any time you want David." "Did they.
I still have a." No, and yes David. You still have it, but it is now non
functional, and you not only look like a girl, you now have the same sanitary
demands a girl has. But don't worry, you'll get used to it, we all do." With
tears streaking down my face I looked at her, and all she did was say that I
could stay in bed all day if I wanted, but, "tomorrow you have an appointment at
the salon, early. I'll be in to help you get dressed David, but after this it
will be up to you to get ready every day."
That night I removed the bandage to see exactly what had been done, and true to
her word, I now looked like a girl! In the morning I slipped on some panties,
and saw that they fit me a lot better now, my hips were just a bit fuller, and
rounder, while my waist seemed to be smaller. I picked up the bra, knowing I
needed it now, and after a small struggle, figured out how to get it on, and saw
that it held my breasts nicely, and the pain seemed to go away. Mom came in, and
under her eagle eye, I sat at my new vanity and did my own makeup for the first
time. She parted my hair in the middle and let it hang straight down. "Get
finished dressing David. Wear a skirt and blouse. We have a long day ahead of
us." I did as she told me, and when I was dressed, I looked exactly like a girl
my own age, even if I was a bit awkward in the clothes.
Mom drove to a salon, and I was taken to a chair. The woman never asked me a
thing, she just started on me. Mom watched from a chair across the room. My hair
was trimmed, set in small rollers, and all sorts of lotions put on it. Under the
dryer, I read Seventeen, a magazine for girls my age, and had my nails made
longer and filed, then painted a soft red. An hour later, while in the chair, I
saw what had been done to me. My once straight brown hair was now auburn, with
waves all over, framing my face and rolling down to my shoulders. My average
eyebrows were tweezed into a higher arch, and my makeup done to perfection. Mom
paid the bill while I was still looking in the mirror. Every single trace of my
old self had been taken away, replaced by the most feminine thing mom could
think of. "Have a nice year David." The woman who had done my hair came over to
me, her hands on her hips. "My daughter was on that tape David. I hope that you
are as embarrassed as she is!" I had nothing to say, and mom took me shopping.
By the time we got home, we had added to my small wardrobe quite a bit.
During the day mom and I stopped for lunch, and she told me a bit more. "The
fine was quite large David, but we convinced the judge to let us spend it on
your.transformation. Believe me, no matter what you think of this, you are a lot
better off than Kevin or Michael. Kevin is in a private all girls school, but he
is starting as a little girl, including diapers and frilly dresses. Mike has
been put in that military school only because he was too big to make over into a
girl. But he will be doing every menial, dirty job they have, until he turns 21.
He has to wear a skirt and blouse, just like you do, but with anything to make
him look feminine in any way, and since he will always be out of uniform, he
will get all of the worst jobs, plus the ribbing from his classmates. You got
off easy David, and if you let it, being a girl can be quite fun." "Can we stop
calling me David? At least in public?" "Why? It is your name after all." "Look
at me mom. Calling me David only makes it worse. Okay, so I'm a girl now.
There's nothing I can do about it, so why not call me something less."
"Masculine?" "Yes." "What did you have in mind dear?" "Diane. Call me Diane
mom." I turned my head just then, and missed the sly smile that came to my
mothers face.
I had four more skirts, three dresses, three more bras, a dozen new panties, a
coat, pantyhose, five pair of shoes, two slips, seven blouses, my ears were
pierced, and I had a lot of new jewelry. I also had a makeup kit, curling iron,
blow dryer, roller set, two suits, a corselet, padded pantybrief, and my own
hair dryer. We dragged it all to my room and I was told to put it all away. That
night at dinner dad asked mom if I was all set, and she nodded her head yes,
then told him to call me Diane from then on. "It was her idea Ron, and because
she has been so good about it all I agreed." "I'll have her name changed
tomorrow then, and she can start school on Monday as planned." The next day I
was allowed to do as I pleased, as long as I wore a skirt or dress, but rather
than go anywhere, I moved my computer into my room and set it up. I got out all
of my ID, and scanned them, one at a time into the computer, and then changed
the name on all of them to read Diane Elaine Grant, and printed them out. The
last one was coming out of the printer when mom walked in. "Elaine! I like that
Diane! A very feminine name. I'll tell your father." "Then she handed me a
wallet, and a package of Maxi pads! "I know you don't need them, but I want you
to wear one for five days in a row each month anyway. You can start anytime you
wish dear, just try to make it the same five days each month."
On Monday morning I dressed, at my mothers urging, in a pink A Line skirt and a
very frilly blouse. I did my makeup the best I could, and armed with my pink
purse, Mom took me to school. "Have a nice day dear." "Right mom." If she heard
the sarcasm in my voice she ignored it, but waited until she saw me walk into
the school. Once I was inside I really had no choice at all, and reported to the
office like I had been told. Nobody laughed. All they did was take my picture
and I got a new school ID card, complete with the new picture and my new name on
it. I also had a few classes changed. "Since we have no girls in shop classes
you have reassigned to Home Ec. You have gym third hour." She gave me a list of
things I would need and a locker in the girls locker room. Then I went to my
first class. Up to that point nobody had recognized me, but when I sat at my
regular desk, every eye in the room was on me. "We heard that they made you into
a girl, just how far did they go?." "Diane." "Okay Diane, just how far did they
go?" Shelly was a royal pain in the ass and always had been, so I just told her
she would see later, and turned away. All day I was stared at, some kids
giggled, a few of the guys shuddered when they saw me, knowing it could easily
have been them wearing a skirt. But over all, it wasn't too bad, and I even had
a few girls sit with me at lunch.
Since the house rules said no dating during the week, and I wasn't allowed out
of the house, I did my homework. The next day, at first period, all of us were
told to go to the auditorium. "This is a short film, based on what happened here
recently. You all know about Diane, and we want you to accept her without any
name calling or teasing." Then the lights went down and the film started.
Mike was standing on a grassy lawn, wearing a short black mini skirt, black
heels and a frilly blouse. He still had a crewcut, but he was wearing bright red
lipstick. Hairy legs, no boobs, no makeup other than the lipstick, he looked
terrible. It was obvious that he had been crying. On the film he apologized for
what he had done, and went on to describe his situation in vivid terms. Next was
Kevin. He was in a room that looked like a nursery, wearing a short satin and
velvet dress that was held out by stiff taffeta petticoats. His hair was done in
pigtails, red ribbons to match the dress woven into his hair, a small bell in
the center of a bow at the end of each pigtail. On his feet he wore white ankle
socks and black Maryjanes. Around his torso he wore a harness, of the type you
would put on a child, a tether was clipped on and held by an unseen person. In
his right hand he held a small teddy bear. He also apologized, and then bent
over to show that he wore ruffled panties over a diaper. Not one sound could be
heard, as the film switched to me. I was wearing the tan skirt and white blouse,
unbuttoned a bit, showing some of me new cleavage. Mom and I were at the mall,
and the film showed me before I went into the salon, during my time there, and
afterwards. The film stopped, and the Principal stepped up to the mike again.
"As you can see, all of the boys involved are being punished, Diane the least
because she was not present. However, she is now a female and will be treated as
one, and anyone that gives her a hard time might also learn some humility. Any
questions?" We all went back to class, and at third hour, with my gym bag in
tow, I stepped into the girls locker room for the first time. All eyes were on
me as I found my locker, and slowly got undressed. When I got to my panties and
bra it was obvious that I was now a girl and nobody said anything. Later I had
to strip and take a shower, which sealed it. All of the girls made sure they saw
me, naked, in the shower, and as soon as they saw that I looked like them all of
the tension, including mine, went away.
It took almost a week for the rumors to start. I was really a girl and always
had been. That one was the most popular, but all I could do was ignore them and
go on. I had 14 months as a girl, so I might as well get used to it. A month
after school started I was asked out by a brave soul named Mark. My mind said
no, but my mouth said, "I'd like that Mark, what time?" When he go to the house
on Friday night he got the once over from dad, and I had elected to start
wearing my Maxi pads. The show as fine and he was a perfect gentleman. I found
out he was funny, and as a girl, I thought he was cute. In the show he put his
arm around me and I let him pull me closer. That night, as he dropped me off at
the house, he kissed me on the lips! "Can I call you tomorrow Diane?" "Sure!
Goodnight!" I went in and saw mom standing there with dad. "Have a nice time?"
"Yes, it was very nice." I went to my room.
I was a boy, I knew it, Mark knew it, so why did he kiss me? Worse, why did I
let him, and why did I like it so much? Mark called the next day, and with mom's
permission, he came over. Mom had taken to letting me wear shorts, so that's
what I had on, with a pink top, when Mark came over. On the patio, he talked, I
smiled a lot, and he kissed me again, a lot more passionately this time, and I
once again let him. I was turning into a girl on the inside! Mark and I dated
for almost three months, and he and dad became close. He asked me to the Spring
dance, and I accepted. Mom went crazy, she and buying a new dress, shoes, and
jewelry, I had my hair done, and by the time Mark got to the house I was clean,
perfumed, and more than ready. My boobs were hiked up and shoved out, my waist a
trim 20 inches due to the corselet. He now had his drivers license, and drove us
to the dance. Later, he and got into a passionate embrace and we touched each
other, in several places, all of them fun. Without thinking, I had his member in
my hand, stroking him, the velvet hardness so familiar, yet different. His hand
found my own sex and I leaned over and took him. It was smooth and silky on my
tongue, and I had barely stroked him with my lips when he released, filling my
mouth. I swallowed it and knew there was no way I would ever go back to being a
boy again. Never. I had become a girl, with a man that wanted me just as much as
I wanted him.
I failed to wipe my mouth completely, and mom extended my tour in skirts
another six months. "It doesn't matter mom. I'm not going back to being a male
again anyway." She was quick, I'll give her that. "Then we have to talk about
men, and what we do, and do not do, on a date!" We did talk, and in the end I
was accepted by the rest of the kids and went on to become a woman.
Mike killed himself. He used a nail file to stab himself. Kevin never returned
to school, but we saw him on holidays. He was now in skirts and blouses instead
of the kiddie dresses, but he still did not have boobs and wore his hair in
pigtails with ribbons and bells.
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