Surprise Surprise
By Janet Stickney
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I was surprised that it was my dad doing the insisting, very surprised
because he's a macho kind of man, not taken to emotional expression of any
kind. Stoic is the best word I think. "I know this sounds crazy as hell, but we
don't have anyone else to ask Marty." I sat across from him, staring open
mouthed at what he had suggested. I it was so outlandish that I could not
believe he even asked me! "Your mother says she will help you, and that you
are small enough to do this believably." Mom sat next to dad, smiling, yet
tense.
Dad is 6'4", weighs 260, is hairy like a bear and strong as an ox. He works
hard for us, often 10 or 12 hours a day, and he does a more than admirable
job, always providing what we needed, and more. Mom on the other hand, is
tiny. An elfin sized woman, she stands maybe 5 foot if she stretches. They
are both in the mid forties now, I'm their only child. My name is Marty, I'm
17, 5'6" tall and weigh 134, with brown hair and eyes. Mom says that this is
as big as I'll probably get now. "We know this is a terrible imposition on you
Marty, we really do, and if there was any other way?" "I know mom,
but?" "You're out of school now, so that's not a problem, money isn't an
issue, and your mother will help you. The only question is, will you do this
for us?"
"Tell me again why I need to do this dad." "As you know, the annual dinner
dance is two months away. All of the officers, their wives, and specifically,
their daughters over age 16, are invited. When the invitations were printed,
the name of the daughter on our invitation was listed as Mary. Since we do
not have a daughter, but they are expecting to see one, we need someone we
can trust to become "Mary" for that night. If you had female cousins we
could ask one of them. We even thought of your friend Gail, who for a
variety of reasons we decided against. That leaves only you. I'm up for a
promotion and don't want to blow it Marty. They want to see a daughter, so
we'll have a daughter!" "This is ridiculous dad! Why can't you just tell them
you don't have a daughter and let it go?" With a sigh, he told me why. "My
boss told me she is looking forward to meeting "Mary". She is of the mind
that if young girls see how well she has done, it will give them the confidence
to do the same. Then she told me that if my daughter was as good as I am,
then she simply had to meet her. That's why. She expects to meet my
daughter Mary, and I need her to do just that." "If I screw this up dad, we'll
both be hanging out a long way, you'll never get promoted, and be the
laughing stock of the company." "Your mother says that when she is done
with you, nobody, maybe even you yourself, will worry." I looked at mom,
then at dad. I saw pain on dad's face, that enigmatic smile on mom's, found
no solace in either. "I'll try it, but if it turns out badly, then no way." "Okay
son, deal!"
Mom motioned to me and I went with her to my room. "You better strip. I
need to get some measurements. We'll do this in the morning and take as
long as we need to do it right. Okay?" "Okay mom." When she was done I
put on some shorts and a tee, then raided the refrigerator. I didn't know that it
was the last time I would do it with such vigor. Mom left my room, then
drove off alone on some errand, and I started up the computer, then started a
search for sites relating to men dressing as women. Boy, or maybe girl, there
were a lot of them! I looked at pictures, downloaded files, noted some online
places that sold things to make a transformation easier, then read some stories
I found online. In just a few hours I had learned a lot about men dressing and
living as women, printed everything out, and went looking for dad.
I told him what I had found, showed him the pictures, which shook him a
little, then he told me to get what ever mom and I thought I needed. Back in
my room I decided to wait until after I got dressed up this one time. Maybe it
would turn out to be worse than any of us imagined. When mom returned
home, she was grinning, carrying a lot of bags, all with the names of popular
stores for women. Nobody said a word that night, but in the morning, after
dad left, mom once again told me to strip. A hair removal cream was
slathered on, then, after a short wait, I went in the shower. Mom waited
while I showered, washed my hair, and shaved. When I stepped back into
my bedroom wrapped in a towel, I was instantly chilled. The effect of no hair
on my body so different! She handed me a pair of panties, blue nylon, and I
slipped them on. God! Did that feel good! I was beginning to get an erection,
so I tucked things away and turned to face mother, took the offered robe, put
it on, then, followed her into her bedroom.
"We'll do your hair first Mary, then, while it is setting, I'll show you how
to do makeup." It was unsettling to have her call me Mary, but it was just a
game so far, and I let it slide. Within a few minutes my head had turned pink,
the color of the rollers, a bit of my hair wound tightly in each one. "This is
foundation. We use it to make our face all one color so that later, when we do
add the color, it looks just right. In your case we also have to cover that bit of
scraggle you call a beard. The woman at the makeup shop suggested that we
use my makeup to start, then get the color right later." I had no idea what she
was talking about, and nodded my head in mock understanding. "This is how
you put it on Mary. Use two fingers, spread it out evenly?yes. Just like
that!" After that, I used a powder to 'set' the foundation, brushing away the
excess when was dry. After that came eyeshadow. Green first, drawn in a
thin line on my eyelids, then a soft gray over that, and finally a light tan.
Mom demonstrated how to do eyeliner, then, following her example, I did
the same, drawing a thin black line on each of my upper lids. Under my eyes
I used a black pencil to finish outlining them. "I think that's enough for now
Mary."
I still did not have a good idea how I would look even though my makeup
had already made a significant change in how I looked. Softer,
less?masculine. With my hair in rollers it was hard to tell, but... "This is a
waist nipper. You need it to help you with the tummy bulge you have." She
wrapped it around me, I fastened the hooks up the front, feeling the way it
was pulling me in, then she zipped it up and my waist shrunk even more! The
bra was brand new. It was one of those new Pushemup models, the ones that
make something out of nothing, which for me was perfect since that's exactly
what I had. Nothing. Or, that's what I thought. I put it on, pulled the front
hooks together and secured them, and all at once I had boobs! "The bra is a
36A Mary. It looks like I was right about the size since you do have enough
to fill it up!" She reached into each cup and pulled my skin up, adding a small
foam pad on each side. Now I really filled the cups! I even had some
cleavage!
Then came the larger foam pads, which I slipped into my panties in a way
that gave me rounder hips and a more pronounce butt. A beige pantybrief,
then the pantyhose. The sensation as I pulled the pantyhose up my now
hairless legs was electric, and made me shiver. "They feel good don't they?"
I looked at her and smiled, then she said, "If men knew how they felt I'll bet
they would wear them all of the time!" I said nothing as she had me stand up.
"This is a size ten. I hope it fits." "It" was a dress. All black, sleeveless, with
a round neck. I slipped it over my head and mom quickly zipped it up. "Now
these." I stepped into the low heels, and walked to the mirror. There was a
girl standing there! The hem was at mid thigh on me, moving up to a slightly
flaring skirt, which gave way to a narrow waist, then a modest bustline.
"Damn!" I said. "Yes. Damn." Now sit here while I take the rollers out and
finish your hair." One by one the rollers came out, leaving my hair extra
curly, a lot like Little Orphan Annie. "Not like this mom!" "Heavens no! Just
wait until I'm done." With a brush she created a curly, but full, hairstyle that
actually looked good on me! "Now the lipstick." I traced the red on my lips
and stood up to once again look in the mirror.
As much as I wanted to deny it, Mary stood there, not Marty in a dress.
"Take this Mary." She handed me a purse that seemed heavy to me. "I put
your wallet and so on in there." Mom checked her watch, smiled, and told me
we had an appointment. "You want me to leave the house!" "Of course! You
didn't think that we would just try it today did you? That this was just a one
time thing that you had to do before the dinner dance did you?" She saw the
confusion on my face and smiled at me. "Mary, you'll have to be a girl from
now until the dinner if you want to have any chance at all to do this right!"
That was news to me! "But mom! That's two months away!" "That's almost
enough time for you to get used to being a girl Mary, just barely enough.
Now, quit fussing so much and come with me." As if I had a choice. Besides
that, I could never say no to my mother. "Where are we going?" "We have a
luncheon date, then a few stops to make."
As I took my first steps outside of the house I saw our neighbor waving at
us. Great. Just what I need. I quickly got in the car, feeling the cold leather of
the seats on my nylon clad legs and butt, and boy was that cold! Mom drove
us across town to our luncheon date. As she pulled into the parking lot, she
told me to watch how I used my hands, and walk with her, and not try to take
my normal stride. As my tiny shoes propelled me inside, I got the hang of it
and managed not to embarrass myself. Our date was with dad! He stood up
when we approached the table, his mouth open. "Close your mouth Howard.
This is your daughter Mary Elizabeth." Mom and I sat down while dad just
stared at me. "I never thought? I mean? you look like that girl on TV!"
"Thank you dad." "Mary and I have a few other appointments today Howard,
so we might be late getting home; lets meet at Fours at six." He nodded his
head yes, unable, I know, to talk much. After lunch he paid the bill, and on a
lark, I kissed him on the cheek before we left, leaving him red faced.
Mom said nothing, refusing to tell me where we were going, "You'll see",
was the most I could get out of her. The where turned out to be the place she
had her nails done. "You keep your nails so short that it doesn't look right.
Irma can fix that for you, and Betty is going to redo your makeup so that we
know what looks best on you." It was a fait accompli as far as mom was
concerned, and did not give me the option to say no, but I tried. "Mom! Isn't
this a bit over the top?" "No. This is for the best. Think about all of the girls
you know. Do any of them have nails that look like yours?" At that moment
my mind went blank. I couldn't manage to think of even one, so mom
grabbed my hand and walked in, with me firmly in tow.
"So this is Mary! Oh my God, you're gorgeous!" Blushing at her kind
words, Irma sat me at a small table. "Your nails are in terrible shape Mary,
but I can fix that." She clipped, sanded, filed, pasted and glued, then, when
she was done, my nails were longer, about an inch past the end of my fingers
and filed to a rounded end then painted a dark reddish color. The nails made
my fingers look longer and thinner, a lot more feminine. While my nails were
drying, Betty washed off my makeup, then spent 30 minutes doing it over.
As she went along she explained everything she was doing and why, and
even let me try a few things. When she was done, I looked in the mirror, and
as much as I hated to admit it, I did look better than just pretty good. A lot
better. When mom had done my makeup that morning it was okay, but Betty
had made me look so much better that I couldn't believe it. There was no
trace I was a male, none. Mom paid the bill, then drove us to a small dress
shop.
Up to this point it had been nothing but a whirl, yet with people mom knew
and trusted. Now, as mom walked around the shop, I just knew that she was
going to have me try on some things. "This is nice Mary." I looked at what
she was holding up. It was a purple sheath dress. It was ugly as sin, and I
was sure that if I put it on I would look like a grape, and shook my head no.
Not wanting to just stand there and let mom have all of the say, especially
after that ugly purple dress, I started to look around. Suddenly I found
myself wondering what I would look like in this skirt or that one, maybe this
dress or those two! I also knew that if I did not make a few selections of my
own, mom would do it for me, so I picked out a couple of skirts and two
dresses. "Over here honey". The woman pointed at a booth, and I went in.
The first dress was similar to the one I had on, except it was green. The other
dress was longer with a full skirt, white, with a print on it. They both fit. The
skirts were both pleated. One tan, the other gray. Mother handed in a suit for
me to try on. The jacket was red, the skirt black. Then shorts, a romper suit,
and three blouses. Mom again paid the bill.
"Just one more stop Mary, then we can go home so you can change for
dinner." We went to another shop, this one sold lingerie as well as upscale
clothing. Without a word, she handed me a dozen panties, two bras, two
slips, then another pantybrief . There was a dress hanging on the back of a
door, which mom had me try on. It was royal blue with a round neck,
sleeveless. Mom helped me slip it on then zipped it up. Looking at my
reflection in the mirror I could see that if any one dress was going to make me
look like a girl, this was it. It fit like it was made for me. The material swelled
over my bust, falling to a tapered waist, then down the straight skirt to the
hem, a solid two inches above my knees. "It's perfect Mary!" I took it off,
the woman wrapped up the clothes, and we walked next door to the shoe
store where I bought some black, white, and silver heels, then a couple of
pairs of flats, in black and white. "Now we can go home Mary."
During the first part of the day I was nervous of course, afraid of being
discovered as a boy dressed like a girl. After my makeup and nails were
done, all of the shopping we had done, with not one single person saying, or
doing anything to mom or me, I actually began to enjoy myself. It was like a
curtain went up and the bright light of self awareness came on. I now knew
that nobody would ever know, unless I screwed up, or told them, so I
actually enjoyed shopping at the last three places. Only my male ego kept me
from saying out loud that I was enjoying myself. But mom knew. Mom's
always seem to know. On the way home she told me that she had been
carefully watching me all day. "Now you know why women like to feel and
look so pretty don't you?" I didn't answer her. "Mary, you are beginning to
like the way you look, I can see it on your face so don't try to deny it." "It's
different mom, that's for sure!" "Only the clothes are different. I don't think
it changed the person you are inside. All that's happened today is that you
found out that being dressed as a girl can be fun, and that you don't hate it as
much as you thought." Now I was afraid to say anything at all, because she
was right.
We dragged all of the packages to my room, then mom helped me put them
away. "You'll need a vanity. Maybe we can find an inexpensive one for you
to use." "Sure mom, whatever. She unzipped my dress and I slipped it off. "I
can manage from here mom, thanks." She left me alone to ponder my fate,
and change for dinner. I couldn't help myself. I stood in front of the mirror.
If I was honest with myself, I would ask this girl for a date. A kind of pretty
face, a nice body, and certainly, nice legs. That's when I knew that I was
going to try very hard to be the best girl I could. I just hoped I wouldn't fall
down. It would be very embarrassing to bounce right back up from all of that
foam rubber wrapped around my butt.
I had the blue dress on, managing to find the trick to doing a back zipper. I
stepped into the silver shoes and went in mom's room to borrow some
jewelry. I had thought maybe some pearls, but she said silver, handing me
the earrings and a necklace with a bracelet. I slipped the earrings on, fastened
the necklace and put the bracelet on, then mom gave me some perfume. "This
scent is wonderful Mary, but I use something else. Why don't you take it?"
She gave me the small bottle of Obsession, and I dabbed some on my wrists,
neck and elbows. Using my dark red lipstick, I did my mouth, then took the
silver purse mom handed me. "I put an old wallet of mine inside Mary. Why
not transfer your things to it and join me in the familyroom."
By the time I had done as mom told me, I was really getting into the way I
looked, and more, starting to enjoy it. We drove to the restaurant and met dad
just after six. Once again his eyes popped open when he saw me. "Hi dad!"
"Hi. You look spectacular!" It was all I could do to stop grinning. Over
dinner he wanted the gory, minute by minute details of our day, but all mom
would say was that we had a fun day, and that she would see to it that I
became the girl he needed me to be. I didn't tell him I was beginning to look
forward to it. Just as dessert was being served, Gretchen White, dad's boss
walked up to the table! Dad quickly stood up, then made the introductions.
She was gracious, but I thought I saw a flicker of a smile in her eyes when
she looked at me. "Nice to meet you Mary. I look forward to having you with
us for the dinner." "Thank you." She left our table, and all of a sudden I had
to use the restroom. "Mom, I need to go." She and I left the table for my first
foray into no man's land.
I finished up, but as I left the stall I did not see mom, so I opened the door
to leave when Gretchen walked in. She and I looked at each other for a
moment, then she started to giggle! At me! "Can we talk Mary?" I nodded my
head yes, and she took my arm as we moved to a small alcove. "There was
an error in printing those invitations. They went out without being checked. I
found out that Howard has one child, a son named Marty, and no daughter.
That can only mean that you're Marty." I slumped, almost ready to cry, run,
whatever. Only her hand on my arm stopped me. "You must love your father
a great deal to do this for him Mary. Not many boys would do it." I looked at
her for some sign that she was angry. "He has that same effect on a lot of
people Mary, me included. His staff adores him." She touched my hand and
smiled. "Let me ask you this. If you could, would you drop the charade and
go back to being a boy? Or would you like to spend some time as a girl?" I
didn't want to tell her that I wanted to keep dressing this way, so I went
another way. "They spent a lot of money on clothes for me today, and it
would seem like a big waste if I don't use them doesn't it?" There. For the
first time I had almost said that I liked dressing as a girl. "I think that even if
was just what you have on, you wouldn't admit that you like it. Not many
males can look as good as you do, especially if they didn't like it." Her smile
was so enchanting that I was off guard when she said, "Let's not tell him that
I know, okay?" "Mom?" "You might want to tell her, but make sure she
keeps the secret." "I will, but why are you doing this?" "I can't tell you right
now Mary." We hugged in silent agreement, and I went back to the table, but
with a new sense of my ability.
Dad once again kept staring at me, unable to comprehend how I managed to
look the way I do. That night I lay in bed, and read the material I had
downloaded once again. In the morning, unwilling to wear that waist nipper
again, I used a pair of mom's old knee highs and some birdseed to make
myself a set of boobs. Trial and error was the only way for me to tell when I
had it right, but when I was done they were exactly right, filling the cups of
the bra without spilling over. I took the time to try doing my own makeup. It
wasn't as good as when Betty did it, but not bad either. As I started to get
dressed, I decided on shorts, making sure that I had a feminine profile in
front. I wore one of the new blouses, ankle socks and my gym shoes.
Brushing my hair out ruined the curls, so I pulled it into a ponytail and
slipped on the gold button earrings. Mom was in the kitchen, but not alone.
"Morning Mary!" I nodded at mom while looking at our neighbor. "When I
saw you yesterday I knew I had to meet you!" Beverly was looking at me
very carefully, so in self preservation mode, I acted as feminine as I could,
sitting down as if it was nothing for me to be dressed as a girl, or that there
was anything wrong with it. "You had better be careful Mary. When the boys
see you they'll go crazy! "Mary isn't that kind of girl Beverly!" "Mom!"
"Well, you're not." "It doesn't matter Mary, they'll hit on you anyway."
"They will be disappointed I'm afraid." "Maybe." Her cryptic remark did
nothing to calm my quickly fraying nerves. Beverly had daughter that had
been a bit older than I am, and her son Fred, who was in the class two ahead
of mine. Kelly, her daughter, had been shot during a robbery while she was
working at a fast food place. The guy got a few bucks, then life in prison. It
had happened less than a year ago and Beverly would still get a quiver in her
voice when she talked about it.
"The reason I came over is to tell you that we have finally decided to get rid
of Kelly's clothes and things. If you can use any of it, please come take
them. I, we, have to get past her death. We have to do this, and since Mary
needs clothes, well?" I looked at mom, who nodded her head yes. "Okay,
thanks Beverly." An hour later the three of us were standing in Kelly's room.
"Mary wears a size ten Beverly." "That's the same size as Kelly wore most of
the time, so a lot of it should fit you." By lunch mom, Beverly, and I had
carted most of the clothes to our house, along with a jewelry box, and the
small vanity. Boxes and piles of stuff were on my bed since there was no
room in my closet for them, and my male clothes. "It was nice of her to give
you these clothes Mary." I know mom, but I'll always know that Kelly wore
them; I hope it doesn't give me the creeps." "They won't. They have all been
washed. Its just material." She went to my closet and opened it. "These will
have to be moved so we can hang up the others Mary." "I know mom, its
just?" "A confirmation of we both know. You found out that you like
dressing as a girl more than you want to admit, didn't you?" "I guess."
"Well?" We started packing up my male clothes.
As I started putting away the clothes that Beverly had given me, I would see
a skirt or jacket, maybe a dress or two that I had seen Kelly wear. None of
them smelled of her perfume, so I knew they had all been cleaned. Kelly had
a taste in clothing that was more like what I liked a girl to wear, and as I hung
them up, I began to smile. Wearing her clothes was not morbid. It was an
honor. No matter where I went, she would be with me, my own private
angel, helping me be as feminine as I could.
The next day was Friday, the day mom usually got her hair done, and she
asked me if I wanted to have my hair done. She did ask, but the tone in her
voice was more a demand rather than a question. Now, I simply accepted the
fact that I liked to dress as a girl, and since dad thought it was going to last a
few months, and I had agreed, I nodded my head yes. At her suggestion, I
wore a skirt, blouse, and flats. Mom did not try to tell me how to get my hair
done, leaving me to make that decision on my own, good or bad. But the
stylist knew what she was doing, and when I left the salon my hair had an
auburn tint in it, layered in an easy to take care of pageboy. I also had my
ears pierced. It was exciting for me, a totally new experience.
That afternoon I was in my room putting things away, sorting them out, and
setting up my vanity, when the door opened and in walked Gail! She lived
three doors down. Gail is the same age as I am, and I have known her since
we started school. She looked at me, staring, as I stood there looking back,
the proverbial cat holding my tongue. "Damn girl! When I found out, I just
had to see for myself. Now I'm going to start worrying!" I sat on the chair at
the vanity while she sat on the bed.
"I never, ever, imagined that you would look so hot if you were dressed up
as a girl!" "I try Gail." "So do I, but you! You look gorgeous!" "Thanks, but
this is only for a few months, then I'll be gone." She walked over to the
closet and looked at all of the clothes inside, then at the vanity, and finally,
me. "No way. None. You have to many clothes for this to be for just a few
months; tell me the truth, and don't leave anything out!" Unfortunately, she
knew me like she was my sister, and had read right through my lie. With a
sigh, I told her the entire story. "Now, I like it Gail. I like being a girl. I
never would have imagined it before, but there it is." I waited for her to jump
up and start running around yelling something foul. Instead, all she did was
smile at me!
"This is great! We were close before, now, we'll probably be even closer!"
"Gail, I'm not a girl! I just look like one! How close can we get?" "We can
share secrets, among other things silly." Then she dropped her bombshell.
"Listen, I'm having a party tomorrow at my house. I want you to get all fixed
up and come." "Nope." "Please?" "Nope." "But why?" "Because if someone
realized who I was it would be worse than bad that's why. Can you imagine
what would happen?" "Sure I can, if that were to happen, but you'll be hit on
so many times you'll think you're a drum. If you look this good just wearing
a tee and shorts, I can hardly wait to see you in a dress, all fixed up. Please
come, and don't worry about 'being found out', because you won't be." "I'll
think about it Gail" was all I could manage to say. After she left, I sat at the
vanity, wondering if I could do it. I looked in the closet, selecting three
dresses I might wear if I decided to go.
That night, while we were eating dinner, mom asked me if I was going to
Gail's party. Dad's head instantly popped up when I said yes. "I'm getting
tired of staying at home, and if I have to dress as a girl, then I might as well
enjoy it. I'm going to wear the blue dress again." I said it, but only mom and
I knew it was a lie. I wanted to go, sure. But it wasn't because I had cabin
fever. I wanted to go because I had decided that I needed to prove my
newfound femininity to myself. If what I was feeling was true, then I had to
go. The only question left was how would my friends react to the new me,
and could I take whatever happened. Later, I heard mom and dad talking, a
bit loudly, and it was about me. All I could do was ignore it.
In the afternoon, I found the hair removal cream and headed for my room,
but mom stopped me and asked me if I wanted boobs that looked almost real.
"That would help. I would really hate it if a bird landed on me and started
pecking away." I said it in jest, she took it seriously. "Then we'll see what
we can do about that on Monday." I went in and used the cream, then took a
bubblebath. It was my first one, and it was great! My skin felt silky smooth
and soft to the touch, just like a girls. I slipped on the blue panties and sat at
the vanity to do my makeup. After doing it for almost a week now, it didn't
take long, and I was back to looking almost pretty. My hair fell in place with
a few brush strokes, but I used a pair of silver barrettes to hold it back on the
sides. The Pushemup bra didn't do so well without the waist nipper, so I
wrapped that around myself and once again created the illusion of boobs.
After that I slipped the foam pads in my panties, pulled on the pantyhose,
then the pantybrief.
When I was done I looked better than ever before. Nothing about my
physical self had changed, so it had to be the way I thought about myself
when I was dressed as Mary. In my heart, I knew that what I had discovered
about myself, this budding femininity of mine, was what I had been
searching for. I dabbed on the perfume, did my lipstick, grabbed up my
purse, and walked right past dad and out of the house, straight down the
street to Gail's. I did not see mom smiling as I left the house, or dad's frown.
Gail greeted me at the door, then introduced me to her mother, who had
known me almost since birth. "Mom, this Mary. She's new around here." If
her mother knew, she gave no indication of it, only smiling as Gail and I
walked out on the patio together. There were a few kids there already, and I
was again introduced, then we sat at a table. None of them gave any
indication they knew it was me. "I have a surprise for you Mary, but don't be
mad at me. There are going to be 5 boys and 5 girls here tonight." I looked
around, and saw Steve standing by himself. "You set me up Gail!" "Yes, I
did. But with only the nicest guy in school!" "Gail!" I said, but she was
already on her way to get Steve. It was all I could do to stay put.
"Steve, this is Mary. She's new around here so don't bite her yet!" "Hi
Mary. "Hi Steve." Gail left, and he sat at the table. "She can't resist it Mary.
She has been trying to get me hooked up for years." It didn't seem like he
was interested, so I decided to just be myself. "I had no idea she was going
to do this to me either Steve. We can be friends, right?" "I'm looking forward
to it Mary." Someone started the music. "Hungry?" I nodded my head yes,
he took my hand, and we went to the small buffet. "That is a very sexy dress
you have on Mary. Sitting down I didn't realize it, but now?" I touched his
arm in thanks, filled a plate, and went back to the table.
While we ate I noticed the way he was looking at me. Not questioning if I
was girl, more like someone who was interested all of a sudden. "You live
around here Mary?" "Just down the street as a matter of fact." "Can I walk
you home later?" Now what? With that question he had confirmed my
internal view of myself as a female; all I had to do was say yes, and he would
certainly add to my view of myself as Mary. I wasn't sure I was ready for
that, but as I was thinking about it, my mouth was saying "I'd like that
Steven". We danced together, talked some more, then later, he walked me
home. I was unprepared when he slipped his arm around me and pulled me
closer to him. Right on my front porch, under the porch light and all, he spun
me around, and kissed me right on the lips! I quickly went in the house,
leaving him standing there.
In the morning I slipped on a skirt and blouse, helped mom clean up the
kitchen, then walked to Gail's house. Giggling, she let me in, then we went
to her bedroom. "Steven called me this morning. He wanted your phone
number! You really made an impression on him last night!" I sat on her bed
as she went on and on. Finally, she asked me if he kissed me. "Never mind
that Gail! You set me up!" "He did! You did! Was it good?" "Never mind."
"He never asked me for someone's number before Mary. You're the very
first, which means he likes you a lot!" Great. Now I had a boy after me. All I
wanted was to know for myself if what I was feeling was right for me. Now,
here comes Steven, and he wants to call me. "Did you give it to him?" "Of
course. What a silly question." "Thanks." "Your quite welcome Mary." My
sarcasm went right over her head, or she ignored it.
We talked a bit more, then I went home. At one the phone rang, and dad
answered it. "Mary, it's for you" he said, scowling as he handed me the
phone. It was Steven of course. He wanted to come over, so I asked the only
parent sitting there, my dad. "Steven wants to come over for a while. Okay?"
"O?okay I guess." I told Steven, then ran to my room to make sure my
makeup was fine, and I smelled good. Tall, Steve had blond hair and blue
eyes. He was well muscled and had a wonderful smile. I introduced him to
dad, then grabbed something for us to drink on our way out to the patio.
"When Gail set us up, I never expected someone that would effect me as
much as you do Mary. I haven't had someone effect me like this, ever. But
you do. Why don't I know you?" "I'm new here Steven, that's why." Then I
felt his hand as he set it on my leg, then a gentle squeeze. "I want to get to
know you a whole lot better Mary, please let me." Before I could answer him
the phone rang again. "Mary! It's for you." I picked up the portable.
"This is Gretchen White. I have an opening in my office if you want it." I
said nothing at first, and she prodded me a bit. "You can't stay home all
summer cooped up in that house Mary. Come work here. You'll make some
money, and I promise you that it will be just fine." "What time?" "Can you be
here at one?" "Yes, I think so. I have an appointment in the morning, but one
should be fine." "See you then Mary, and wear a suit." "I have a new job, it
starts tomorrow." "Are you sick? I heard you say that you have an
appointment in the morning." "Female problems Steve." He dropped the
subject like a hot rock, but it was true. The problem is that I don't have any
boobs because I'm not a female. Mom said we were going to correct that. He
stayed about two hours, then went home. Dad was watching me like a hawk,
so Steven did not try to kiss me again.
"All that was supposed to happen was a dinner dance! Now you have boys
calling you? And coming to the house?" "He thinks I'm pretty, and he likes
me, what's wrong with that?" I went to my room before he could answer.
Now, if nothing else, I was committed to staying Mary simply because I had
to stand my ground so to speak. Dad would never understand, and if mom
was right, being fitted for boobs tomorrow would make an even firmer
impact on how I felt about myself.
In the morning I told mom that I had a job. "Ms. White told me to be there at
one, so I'll drive my own car today." "Does your father know about this?"
"No." Then I told her that Ms. White also knew that I was a son and not a
daughter. "She asked me to ask you to keep it a secret mom." She shook her
head, then, after breakfast I got ready, wearing the pink suit that I got from
Kelly. I followed mom to the shop, then inside, I had to endure being naked
to the waist, my male chest clearly evident. It took a few hours, but when I
left I had what seemed to be perfectly formed, natural breasts that were a "big
A" as the woman called them. My bra now fit differently, the straps on my
shoulders now held the weight of my breasts, and did not slide like they used
to. Mom paid the bill, then we had lunch. "You'll have to tell your father that
he now has a daughter Mary. He is very confused, what with Steven coming
over and all. He still thinks of you as his son." "He won't when he sees these
puppies!" "Don't be crude Mary. Just explain it to him. He'll make an effort
to understand, I know he will." "Okay mom, but I'm not changing back."
She said nothing, but a smile lit her face.
I met with Ms. White, filled out some papers, using the name M. Grant, and
was assigned to her office as a file clerk. "You start at eight in the morning
Mary." Then she handed me first legal ID. It had the name Mary Elizabeth
Grant on it with my picture. I put it in my wallet, thanked her, then I went
home. As I pulled in the driveway I saw Steve sitting with my mother on the
patio. I joined them, my heels clicking in the concrete as I walked over to
them. Steven stood up as I drew near, then he gave me a kiss as I sat down
next to him. "I have asked Steven if he would be your escort to the dinner
dance Mary." He was smiling widely as his hand found my arm. "That's fine
mother. I'll go change real quick." "Don't change Mary. I came over to ask
you to dinner." "Then let me touch up a bit. I'll be right back."
In my room I quickly touched up my makeup, did my lipstick, added
perfume, and rejoined them. Steven took my hand, and we drove away.
"You look wonderful Mary. I'm going to be with the best looking girl there."
Dinner was fine, Steven trying his best to make me happy. This was all so
new to me, yet I sensed rather than knew, just what to do. On the way home
he stopped the car under a shady tree and pulled me to him. I was unable to
resist him as his lips found mine. I was eager to let him kiss me, and
submitted to my desire. His tongue slipped into my mouth as his hand again
found my leg. I could feel an accident coming and broke away. "You better
take me home Steven." He did, without a word.
As Steven kissed me, I gave in to him. Why? I was a male. Just like him,
yet? something made me feel as if it was the right thing to do, and made me
feel very feminine. The next day I was up early, getting ready for work. I had
on the same pink jacket, but with a gray pleated skirt. Dad was very surprised
to find out I was working for Ms. White. "But you don't have any
credentials!" "Dad, I hired in as M. Grant. Not Marty or Mary." "I forbid you
to do this! You have no idea just how damaging this could be!" Dad's face
had turned red, his whole body tense. Angry now, I blurted out the truth.
"Why not? She knows about me." "What! Tell me what she knows about
you!" I told him the whole story. "She's known from the first time she saw
me dad." "I'm dead! I might as well resign now and save them from the
trouble." "Why? She knew about me and said nothing! In fact, she hired me
the way I am! It'll be fine dad. Wait and see." He was more confused than
ever before, just like I was. We shared a mass of conflicting emotions. He
had asked me to become his daughter and I did. Then I found out I liked it.
Neither of understood why, and that's the core of it.
For the next week all I did was find my way around the office, and I saw
Steven three times. Gail came over or called, and I found myself telling her
things that I had discovered about myself. "Sooner or later Steven is going to
want more than I can give him Gail, then what?" Mary, we're only 17! Just
what do you think you're going to do? Mike and I have been going together
since junior high, and all he's ever done is squeeze my boob!" "That's the
point Gail. You can do that, and maybe even enjoy it. If I let Steven do that,
all he'll get is a handful of silicone, or maybe foam rubber, and I won't feel a
thing!" That made her giggle, and pretty soon I was giggling as well. "You
could do a hand job on him Mary. That would get his attention!" "Maybe
more Gail." "What does that mean?" "Never mind." When she went home, I
thought about what she had said. Could I do it? I didn't know, and was
afraid to find out.
As we got closer to the dinner dance, mom and I went shopping for the
perfect dresses for ourselves. Mom bought herself a beautiful silver sheath
dress that was peppered with sequins. It had a low, round neckline and fell
just at her knees. Mine is black, in a cocktail style. The sweetheart neckline is
almost to low, but it fits perfectly and shows a lot of cleavage. The skirt is
chiffon over satin, the hem two inches above my knees. I picked up some
black and gold jewelry, mom some white rhinestones.
I spent more time getting ready, using every trick I had learned. My skin
was silky smooth and soft, my makeup perfect and my hair done, with
mom's help. I looked good, smelled great, and knew that this was the real
me, and I loved it. The minute I stepped out of my room, dad saw me, and
for the first time, my new cleavage. When he was done choking, he told me I
looked nice, then ran back to mom. I was waiting in the familyroom when
Steven came in. By the look on his face, I scored a huge hit on his sexy
meter. "Like it?" I spun around, letting the skirt flare up, showing an awful
lot of leg. When I turned back around, he was right there. "Take this Mary."
He pushed his class ring into my hand! "I can't! Oh Steven! Why did you do
this?" I felt the tears starting to form in my eyes and ran back to my room,
slamming the door. A moment later mom came in. "He is in love with you
Mary." It was simple for her, she was a woman. Me, I was all nerve and
fakery, foam rubber and lipstick. All glitz, no meat. "Your father and Steve
are talking right now Mary. Just calm down." While mom and I talked?
"Did you understand all that sir?" "Why ask me?" "Because she's your
daughter, and you have been married a long time." "You think that qualifies
me? Listen son, just about the time you think you have a woman figured out
she changes. There isn't a man alive that can say he understands women. I've
been married a long time, true, and I know a lot about my wife. That's true.
But understand her? Not a chance. And Mary is only a younger version of
her mother. Trust me on this Steven. Just wait." "For what?" "You'll see."
In my room? "Steven is in love with you Mary, no doubt about it. It's
written all over him; his eyes say it loudest." "But mom!" "Answer this for
me. Are you in love with Steven? Yes or no." It was squeaky, but my "yes"
was clear enough. "You listen to me Mary Elizabeth Grant, I want you to take
that ring, and wear it or keep it safe, then I want you to go down there and let
that young man know exactly how you feel about him. If you love each
other, and it's true love, then you can find a way to get past any problems
you have." It was as forceful as mom had ever sounded! "Understand?" "Yes
mother." "Fix your eyes then." When I returned to the familyroom I walked
past dad and right up to Steven, put my arms around his neck and kissed him
as hard as I could. "Yes" I said. Dad turned a nice shade of red, but didn't
say anything. "Shall we go?"
The dinner was excellent, afterwards all of the daughters were introduced,
but I was last. "This young lady, the daughter of Howard and Janet Grant.
Mary now works for us as a file clerk. Please welcome her to the firm." They
applauded, then Steven came to get me. We walked out on the veranda and he
swept me into his arms. "Why do I love you Mary Elizabeth Grant?"
"Because you can't help yourself Steven." "That's exactly right Mary." I felt
his hand on my back, pulling me closer. "Gail told me Mary." I felt myself
go weak in the knees, afraid to even ask. "What? did she tell you?" "That
you can't have children. Some kind of childhood disease or something." I
was very grateful to Gail right then. She had covered my deficit as well as
she could.
Monday after work I went to see Gail. "You have to be careful what you tell
him Gail. One mistake, and I'll be run over by some very ugly rumors, not to
mention what Steven will do to me, and the others to him." "Relax Mary!"
"I'm trying." "Listen, all you have to do is make your body match your
mind. I hear it's not complicated any more, so why not check into it?" I said
nothing at first, then a light went on in my mind. "Maybe I will." Then she
started to undress! "You can stay." She stripped to her panties and bra and
slipped on a romper suit and gym shoes. Seeing her naked had been a long
time dream of mine, but now? "Why don't you change and come with me? I
was going to the mall just to look around." "Okay, but let's go to my house
and I change."
She sat on the bed as I undressed, pulling out my own romper suit. My
breasts jutted out, but she said nothing about that, what made her gasp was
how my panties fit. "How do you do that!" It was my turn to surprise her.
"You mean this?" I said as I yanked my panties down and stepped out of
them. "Ohmygod!" I pulled the panties back on and grinned at her. "A little
something I found on the Internet. I can wear it for a week before I have to
take it off and clean it, but I can't have an?accident and ruin my beauty."
Gail was still open mouthed, so I added to her confusion. "I can even have
sex!" "What!" "I said, I can have sex. If I'm careful about it that is." Then a
smile split her face. "Well, I did tell him that you can't have children!" "Yah.
All I do is wash it out!" I pulled on my romper suit, added lipstick, then we
left for the mall.
Gail bought a pair of shorts, then I found a short mini skirt I liked and got
that. I also added to my poor jewelry collection. I had some of Kelly's stuff
that mom had boiled to make sure it was clean, but I wanted my own. I also
bought a new wallet while she got a purse. We stopped to have a soft drink,
having just sit down when Ms. White walked up. "Hi Mary." "Hi! This is
my friend Gail." She sat, putting her things on the floor. "Your father is
being promoted in the morning, the day after tomorrow Mary. At nine. Come
to my office and we'll see him right after that." "Promoted to what? He was
sure that would never happen because of me." "Mary, nobody knows but
me, and I didn't tell anyone. Since you have been with us his star has risen
quite high. Everyone comments on your work, and that reflects nicely on
him. Wear a suit. That pink one looks so nice on you." "I will!" "Now don't
tell him tonight Mary. Just your mother, and tell her to be there as well."
"Thanks!" She left Gail and I, Gail snickering, me wondering why.
"Why are you laughing?" "Because you were so worried. From the moment
I first saw you until now, not one person has ever thought you were anything
but what you look like! You worry more than my Grandmother does!" "Very
funny Gail. But I guess you're right. So far I haven't had any trouble."
"Unless you let Steven find out what you can do for him." "Like you said.
I'm only 17. My mom says girls our age don't do that kind of thing." Gail
snorted at that and quickly pointed out that three girls in our class graduated
pregnant. "So?" "Because your mom says it doesn't make it true Mary."
I found that out two nights later. Steven and I were at the park, the
moonlight was bathing the car, and I was in his arms. My hand accidentally
brushed him; he was hard as a rock. He put my hand on him and held me
tightly in his arms. Unbidden, my hand began to stroke him, and then he
moved, and all at once he was out! That hand job that Gail mentioned? The
one I would never do? I was doing it, and I was enjoying it! All at once my
hand filled up, and Steven lay back with a smile on his face. "Mary?" My
lips stopped him from talking, but all at once his hand went under my skirt,
to my crotch, and his hand found my slit through my panties! I jerked away
and sat back, unwilling to even consider what was on his mind! Well, I was
willing to consider it, but? "None of that Steven!"
With that grin of his, he put himself back together while I wiped my hand
on a tissue. "I guess it's not time yet." "Not yet. I'll let you know when
Steven!" He took me home, but I missed the entire ride. My mind was
centered more on what he had felt like, and less on why I did it for him. The
next morning I told mom about dad's promotion, then I walked over to Gail's
house. Her mother let me in just like always and I went up to Gail's room. I
knocked, and she let me in. She was stark naked, dripping wet. "Just a sec
Mary." She grabbed some clothes and went in the bath, returning in her
panties and a robe. "Want to take a drive Gail?" "Sure. Where?" "I was going
to drive over to Steven's house. I've never seen it." She slipped on some
jeans and a top, the same as I had on, then we drove over to Steven's. As I
pulled in the driveway he walked out of the house.
"Hi Mary, Gail. What brings you over here?" "I came to see you!" He
stepped back as I opened the door and stepped out, then he took my hand and
the three of us went in. His mother was in the kitchen. "Mom, this is Mary,
and Gail." His mother was very tall with white hair drawn back in a bun,
brown eyes and a gentle looking face. "Steven has told us a lot about you
dear. I think he's in love." He turned a nice shade of red, grabbed my hand,
and we went to the porch and sat down. "Mom thinks I'm going to be a
monk or something Mary. She's very excited that I met you." "So am I
Steven." His smile went wide, then he kissed me. "We better go Mary, or
you and Steven will make a scene right her on the porch." I kissed him back
before we left.
"Girl, he wants to jump your bones big time!" "As I said before Gail, we
don't need to do that." Her snort only reinforced what I knew in my heart.
That he and I wanted the same thing. "Let's go to my house and use the pool
Mary. We need a girls only day anyway." "Okay." I let her off and went
home to change into the only suit I had, one of Kelly's. In my room I dug out
the suit, the pink material shiny and soft. The panties were full cut, the top
like a low cut bra. Once I had it on I pulled on some shorts and one of my old
male shirts and grabbed my purse and a towel on the way out.
Gail wore her skimpy green bikini and made me feel like a sack, but then,
she really was a girl. I slid into the cool water next to her, letting my body
adjust to it. "You really should look into some of those procedures they have
to help girls like you Mary. I hear you can get boobs, hips, a narrow waist,
and thighs all in one day." "Benson's?" "I hear he's the very best Mary." "I
bet it costs a ton, which I don't have Gail." "Listen to me Mary Elizabeth
Grant! "You're as much a girl as I am and you know it! All you need to do is
get your outside to match your inside. Besides, I know you want Steven to
be your first." "I'm not going to?I mean, it takes almost two years before I
could even consider surgery that would allow that Gail. No matter what I
want, those are the facts." That ugly snort of hers sounded again. "You don't
need surgery for what you can do Mary. All you need is a nice rack that's not
made of birdseed or silicone!" "I'll think about it Gail."
That night I motioned to mom, and she joined me in my room. "I want to
have Dr. Benson help me mom. Boobs, hips, thighs, almost everything I'll
need to be a woman, then later, the rest." "I know you do honey. Your father
knows too." He isn't very happy with me is he mother." "He's not mad; he
just cannot understand why you like being a girl so much. Watching Steven
kiss you, then treat you like your father does me really confuses him. But he
loves you, and if you've noticed, he has become a bit more protective of you,
something he never would have done before this all happened." "I noticed
that." You'll turn 18 in a few weeks, and with your medical coverage you can
do as you please. But I think we can talk to the doctor and see what we can
arrange. I'll call him for you tomorrow."
Ms. White and I had been secluded in her office, making sure our surprise
was complete. Mom arrived, and stayed in the office when I made the call.
"Dad? Can you come to conference room 6? Five minutes?" He said he
would be there and we all assembled waiting. I stood in the hallway waiting.
As soon as I saw him I took his arm and opened the door. The lights clicked
on and everyone started to shout and yell. Ms. White motioned to me and I
walked over. "You make the announcement Mary." I stepped up on the dais
and motioned at mom, who grabbed dad and brought him up. "I have the
privilege to announce that our new General Manager is my dad, Howard
Grant!" Mom hugged him, as I did, then he raised his hands and settled the
crowd down.
He thanked them for their support and promised to try and make things
better, for them, and the company. "But be careful thinking that I'm old and
won't be around very long. My daughter Mary has hired in and I'll teach her
everything I know!" That brought a few laughs and he descended into the
crowd to shake hands and so on. Mom pulled me to the side and told me I
had an appointment to see the doctor the next day at ten. The party lasted
almost two hours, then dad gave me a hug. "Just how long have you known
about this little party Mary?" "Oh? a week I guess. Gretchen also told me
that your election to the Board is this afternoon. Congratulations dad!" Some
of his staff came over so mom and I faded away to let him enjoy his time in
the spotlight.
Dr. Benson gave me a very complete physical, then he and I talked for
almost an hour. "So! You have been dressing, and working as a female for a
few months now, and all of a sudden you decide that this is the life for you? I
have patients that have gone for years before they decide, and even then it is
wrong." I never expected him to say any of this! I thought that what I wanted
was the most important, not what someone else did. "You are not yet 18.
What makes you think you should become a female?" I told him how it all
started, then about my realization that it was right for me. How Steven made
me feel, and how I managed at work. Then I mentioned Gail, how I had
always wanted to see her naked, then, when it happened, nothing! "It was
like?it was the most normal thing in the world. I felt no reaction at all,
except envy I guess. Gail has everything I want?need." He sat back in his
chair and looked at me, no sign on his face at all. I had no idea what he was
thinking, or whether he would say no, or yes.
"Younger patients like you are not rare, unusual maybe, but not rare. I
myself have three other patients just about your age Mary; one of them wants
to give up on the transition. Will you give up?" "No!" "Your parents agree to
this?" "My mother is outside. You can ask her yourself, but the answer is
yes." He called his nurse who asked mom to join us. "Do you and your
husband agree to this transition for Mary?" "Yes of course. We have seen her
through this whole thing, and we have both noticed that she is a lot less
tense, less combative, and right now is more like a daughter than some of my
friends daughters. If Mary wants to become our daughter, we support her.
She's old enough to know what she wants doctor." For the first time a smile
broke across his face. "I agree as a matter of fact. Mary is old enough to
decide."
He gave me a prescription, then scheduled me into the clinic two days later.
I was on a cloud waiting, unable to do much more than get by. On the
morning of the day I was to go into the clinic, mom and I drove over. Within
an hour I was naked, covered only by the thin sheet, watching as the needle
slipped into the IV. When I woke up I was groggy, but without pain, yet
unable to raise my head. I lay there, half asleep, barely noticing mom holding
my hand. Two hours later, with help I sat up, and noticed the twin mounds
on my chest. Small, yet they meant so much to me. I touch first one, then the
other, confirming that they were mine. I was released after a quick check up,
dressing in sweat pants and a sports bra with a sweat shirt.
At home I went to bed, waiting until the next day to look at myself. It
wasn't as messy as I thought it might be. My breasts were about an A cup,
my once pudgy waist now narrow. My upper thighs just a bit bigger, my butt
fuller, more rounded. Just below the waistband of my panties was a small
swelling that combined with my now bigger thighs that gave me a triangular
shape that surrounded what would become my vagina one day. For now, I
had what appeared to be a vagina, but was just a bit of a trick. My penis and
testicles had been pulled up inside of me and the skin used to create it. I still
was not a female by any stretch, but closer than ever before. In a year or so,
after the hormones had done their work, maybe. For now, I was very happy.
Mom helped me clean the stitches, and I got dressed. It was so different to
not wear any padding at all. My bra was satin, and the sensation on my
nipples was very erotic, something I had never felt until now. I dressed in a
skirt and blouse, then had some breakfast, later, I walked to Gail's. Even
walking was different now! Nothing 'extra' to impede me, or constantly
remind me I wasn't a girl. Gail wanted to see of course, so in her room I
slipped off my blouse. "The other?" "Just like yours Gail!" "I think Steven
is going to be very happy Mary, and soon!" "I?I can't yet Gail. I look like
you, but I'm not?complete yet. The doctor says I have to wait at least a year
maybe more for that. Then?" I slipped my blouse back on, and she did my
hair in a braid.
I went back to work on Monday as if nothing had happened. Dad became
very protective after the surgery, almost to the point of smothering me. He
still did not understand, but accepted the obvious. Once, when I changed
after dinner, I wore a new babydoll outfit I had bought for myself into the
familyroom. I had on the matching robe of course, but my brand new charms
were not as well disguised as I had thought, and his eyes almost popped out.
Instantly mom was on me about it and I changed into a flannel robe. "Your
father is a male first Mary. Males are visual, and dressing like that makes him
uncomfortable. You need to be aware of what you have on around people,
especially males. You look like a female, and even though you aren't, not
many know that. Be careful!"
After that I began to learn what it means to be a female. How to dress for
certain occasions, how to turn men off and so on. I started college in the fall
as Mary Elizabeth, since dad had legally changed my name. Steven and I are
still going out, but I have figured out how to manipulate him. Men are so
easy! Except when he touches me. I turn into a shivering mass of nerves
whenever his hand touches me. The first time he touched my breast I almost
fainted, but when I let his hand touch me in my panties, I knew that I wanted
to do something more for him than a hand job. I almost did, but stopped
short each time, telling myself that I was to young, and that the time I had left
before I was a real female was growing shorter each day.
The rest of the family had no idea what was happening to me since they
lived in another state. Mom wanted to visit them and fill them in, but between
my work and school, I couldn't go. After a long discussion, I was allowed to
stay home alone, but with Gail's mom and Dad for backup. Three days after
they left, Steven came over to pick me up. One thing led to another, and we
ended up in my bedroom. Never in my life had I felt so feminine, or so alive.
I let him undress me, his hands roving over me, feeling like he had on soft
satin gloves. Wearing only my panties, I undressed him completely, his lust
for me sticking straight out. I never felt submissive before, yet as his hands
pushed on my shoulders I sank to my knees and did what he wanted me to
do. Everything about him turned me on, from his scent to the hair on his
chest to his muscles. He led me to my own bed, trying valiantly to get me to
remove my panties, but I couldn't. It wouldn't do him any good anyway. But
he kissed me everywhere, turning me into a bundle of raw, lust filled nerves.
When he finally went home I vowed not to do that again, ignoring that small
voice way back that was laughing at me, saying "right".
On Saturday night we went out, and I once again submitted to him. This
time he managed to remove my panties. I gave myself to him the only way I
could, then later, we both fell asleep. I did not hear my mother open the door.
"Mary." It was softly spoken but sounded like an artillery shell when I heard
it. I opened my eyes and looked at her at the same moment my hand was
prodding Steven to wake up. "You two get dressed." Mom closed the door
and I bounded out of bed, running to the bath as Steven quickly pulled his
clothes on. A quick brush in my hair, a bit of makeup and a skirt and blouse,
I grabbed his hand as we walked down the stairs.
Mom was sitting on the couch, dad no where in sight. "Well, it looks like
you two have made a commitment to each other." I sat there holding his
hand, squeezing it, hoping for some more comfort. "We never told you no
guests Mary, we just assumed that you would know better." Her gaze shifted
to Steven. "And you! You know what Mary thinks about you, and you took
advantage of her! I don't know what to do now!" "Why do anything Ma'am?
I'm going to marry her as soon as I can anyway; all we did was confirm it
between us." That was the first time I had heard him say that he was going to
marry me! "That sounds very nice Steven, and I'm sure that you love her, but
this? confirmation, is over!" She looked at both of us, then asked if we
understood her. Together, we answered "yes". "Alright then. Steven, you go
home. Mary and I have a few things to discuss." He kissed me, then left.
I sat there waiting for the roof to cave in on me, and by the look on mom's
face, she was going to pullout the props. "I know that you can't have vaginal
sex, which means you found another way to make your man happy." Then
she fell silent and I began to worry. All at once she started to giggle! "He is
very handsome isn't he?" I nodded my head yes, but kept my mouth shut.
Mom sighed, and sat back, her eyes never leaving me. "In a way I'm not
surprised at you two Mary. I saw it coming and didn't say anything. You
both have that 'look' about you whenever the other one is around." She
giggled again and asked me when my birthday was! I told her, then she asked
me when their anniversary was. I told her that too. "Now subtract the two
dates Mary." Some quick mental math told me that my parents wedding was
seven months before I was born! "You're father had the same effect on me
that Steven has on you, and I gave in to him just like you did with Steven."
"Dad?" "Had to make a quick trip to the Burling plant. It's just us girls
here."
"Come help me make some lunch Mary." As we sat at the table she grabbed
my hand. "I'm very glad that you can't get pregnant Mary. It only takes one
time and you could also be pregnant. In your case no, but you get the idea.
You and Steven will have to wait until you get married?understand?" "Yes".
"Good. We'll keep this incident between just the three of us then." Mom
never mentioned it again and Steven and I never did it again.
He asked me to marry him a month later. I accepted, then he joined the
military. I was against it. He could be killed, would be far away, and I didn't
want to be a military wife. I was angry at him and almost broke our
engagement right then, but didn't. He left for his training within a week. Gail
and I had shared many secrets, but until Steven left she did not know about
he and I being caught in bed together. The same day he left she and I were in
my room alone when I told her. "You what!" "Mom caught us in bed
together, both of us naked as we get." She wanted blow by blow description,
( a very bad pun I know, but I couldn't resist it) and I gave it to her in vivid
detail. "Then he asked me to marry him, and the next thing I know he's
gone!" "Men are pigs Mary." Her boyfriend went in the Navy, so she
understood me quite well. "What we need are replacements!" "What do you
mean replacements?" "Every single one of my friends that have had their
boyfriends go in the military have been dumped. Something in the food I
think."
I said no of course. That lasted until I met Michael a month later.
But that story is part two of this fable.