MY HERO
by Rachel Ann Cooper © 1998
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Since this story ?turns' on a promise concerning Halloween, it seemed an
appropriate time to submit it.
Roger and I have been pals since the 6th grade when he transferred in
from Castle Shannon. By his standard, ours was a big town and for some
reason, we seemed to hit it off right away. We spent a lot of time
together doing typical kid stuff down by the creek and wondering
throughout the woods gathering raspberries. I guess you'd say we were
best friends. He was certainly MY best friend because I had precious
few of them over my short lifetime. I dressed ?funny' and had long hair
and was definitely into doing my ?own thing.'
As it turned out, I was a nerd, a bookish kid who even, I'm afraid, carried
his books like a girl using both arms to hold them to my chest. At that
time, I don't think I even knew the difference. They were just more
secure the way I carried them. By the time we were ready to go into
high school, Roger towered over me. He had become your typical
football hero type, about 5'11" tall, maybe even 6', hard muscled and
weighed about 195 pounds I'd guess. They wanted him to play half-back.
He began growing like a weed in the seventh grade. He wasn't
through growing yet either. I, on the other hand, had more or less quit
growing by the time I was 13 and if I cheated a little, could say I was
5'4" and weighed 120 pounds. If anything, you could say I had a ?slight'
build, basically just plain skinny. Almost 15 when I entered high school,
nothing had changed. I was still singing soprano too and practically
didn't have a hair on my body, legs, arms, face, nowhere, none that you
could readily see anyway. What a bummer!
One day when I was really down in the dumps about all this I said,
"Mom, when the heck am I going to start growing? If I were a fish,
they'd throw me back!"
"Oh, honey, she said, trying to comfort me, "we are all unique. We all
have something special about us. You'll see. There is something very
special about you too. Just be patient. It will surface eventually."
"Yeah, OK Mom," I said dejectedly. "I hope it's soon though!"
Roger had begun running with the football crowd and the high school
coach couldn't wait to get his hands on Roger's talents, having big plans
for him as a little surprise for the opposing teams this fall. With all of
his popularity though, Roger and I remained good friends, and he made
sure that I was invited to parties and continued to have a sort of social
life as a tag along, wallflower though I was.
And tag along I did. Not what you'd call a side kick, you could find me
most places Roger hung out, usually holding up a wall or something else
just as useful. Once in a while, someone would even talk to me. I guess
by now, you've figured out that I had gotten a little inferiority complex
going. Well, in Roger's circle, I WAS inferior, so I didn't mind. At least
I was breathing the same AIR. Sometimes even a GIRL would talk with
me. I liked talking to girls. I sort of liked what they talked about better
than what boys talked about since I couldn't qualify for macho in any
form.
Not that I'd ever been out on a date with a girl. I did have a couple of
friends who were girls though. They too seemed to like me although
they treated me more like a sister than a boy. Charlene even tried to
dress me up in her clothes one time. Well, she actually succeeded I
guess, with the help of my other girlfriend's urging and teasing. Between
the two of them, they had enough stuff that fit me perfectly and made me
up and fixed my hair and everything. I still wear it long ever since then.
There I was in a pretty, full skirted dress with panties and hose and mid
heeled dress pumps with makeup and all and when they let me look at
their labors I was just dumbfounded. They, on the other hand, just stood
there and sniggered and made over me like I really was a girl telling me
how cute I was. How embarrassing! And yet, on some level, it was
thrilling too.
There had always been a kind of gnawing at my gut about my gender
though, and Charlene and Terri must have seen right through me,
because they had always treated me just like another girl. I wish my
parents hadn't named me Kim. It was short for Kimball, but Charlene
and Terri called me Kimmie for Kimberly. Even the idea of my asking
one of them out on a date was simply ridiculous; them or any other girl
for that matter. I knew what a lesbian was and I would have felt like
one taking a girl out. I suppose I really felt a little like a girl even if I
didn't want to admit it. I guess you could say I was teased into dressing
up for them and it wasn't even Halloween. They had threatened, make
that promised, that the fall of my freshman year, they were going to take
me out to a Halloween party as a girl. I just forgot about it though as just
some more idle girl chatter although the idea was titillating.
Well, Roger was doing great on the football team and although he wasn't
a starter, he got to play quite a bit. I was really proud of him and
Charlene and Terri and I would be there at every game cheering him on.
I must have looked a little silly jumping up and down like my girlfriends
but I was so excited for him and our team. I'd always see him at the
after game parties and he'd introduce me around as his best friend. That
gave me a really warm feeling, having a friend as big and handsome and
popular as Roger. The girls thought he was a doll. I suppose he was.
Anyway, Halloween did roll around and it was near the end of football
season. We had snow flurries at the last game. I had forgotten all about
the threat.
True to their promise, Char and Terri cornered me and bullied me into
going to the party as a girl. Oh, I suppose I could have flatly refused, but
that gnawing in my gut must have made me persuadable. They dressed
me up as Diana Prince, the alter ego of Wonder Woman with a full
skirted dark blue chiffon dress and high heels and everything. They said
I was a natural with my long brunette hair and they made me work on
my feminine deportment for two solid weeks before the party. Talk
about indoctrination! They had me in that costume six times in two
weeks just practicing, they said. I'm afraid I was beginning to agree with
them. I WAS kind of cute.
It was rather hard for me at first. I mean, they dressed me from the skin
out with a spandex panty and pantyhose and they filled the bra with
gelatin filled balloons that warmed to my body heat and they bounced
just like real boobies too. What a strange sensation to actually have that
weight, those tantalizing orbs, bouncing out in front of me. It was really
weird how realistic they felt in the bra and Charlene's high heels made
my feet and calves ache at first but after several hours of practice
walking and sitting and smoothing my skirt and all that girl stuff, I got
used to them. My legs ached the next day though.
The heels weren't that bad. I kind of liked them, and they did make my
feet look pretty, but I didn't know if I should admit that to my friends.
Judging from how they treated me when I was ?practicing' for the party, I
suppose I really didn't have to tell them anything at all. It seemed I
warmed up to the role they had planned for me. We had a grand time
and I seemed to absorb their feminine instructions like a sponge. They
even made me go out to Wal-mart with them. They gave me a very
feminine eyebrow plucking beforehand though. "Hey, that hurts!" "No
kidding! If you're going to be a girl, you have to endure a little pain. Get
used to it." "Char! What if someone recognizes me? I'll never live it
down. I'm not really going to BE a girl. What do you MEAN, get used
to it?"
"Think about that a minute Kimmie. Look at you. You make a really
cute girl for one thing, almost a fox, and we wouldn't suggest it if we
thought you were going to embarrass us. We should have done this to
you a long time ago, and for another thing, you are going to announce
your ?coming out' to the whole school on Halloween anyway and then
everyone will know how sweet and pretty and feminine you look. I
really don't think anyone is going to mind or get that bent about it.
They've had years to get used to how unusual you are. You make
a darling girl Kim."
"It's kind of obvious you like the clothes Kimmie. Be honest. They're
YOU, so soft and sweet. And the way you've taken to your ?girl' lessons,
well, let's just say that you're a very fast study. Must be in your genes or
something. Besides, you have Roger to protect you, don't you?"
"You two guys are really great. I don't know how I'd get along with out
you and Roger and yes, I suppose he IS my protector." "Kimmie, if you
only knew how many times he has gone to bat for you and saved your
bacon, you wouldn't believe it." "Really?" "Yes, really. Some of his
football friends have been wanting to beat on you but they won't mess
with you because of Roger so I'd be a very grateful little girl if I were
you."
"Oh, I am Terri. I am very grateful to have Roger as my friend. Terri,
you just called me... a girl!!" "Well? I can't tell the difference between
you and any other girl except for that little thing between your legs.
Your panties are almost as smooth as mine and we just KNOW how you
feel deep down where it counts Kim. We never said anything before, but
why do you think we're your friends? Would we hang out with a crude,
girl crazy BOY for heaven's sake? I mean, they're fun to date and tease
but...c'mon! We have too much fun together for you to really be a boy.
You may be male on paper but that's just a technicality."
"You know, I've always felt you two thought of me that way and I
thought I resented it. But now I realize I don't. I really love you two.
Thank you so much for teaching me and helping me to understand about
myself but I'm still worried about the fallout from this party." "Just
remember you still have Roger and us and you'll be fine. Just have a
good time. Go with it. Play the part. You'll have a ball and who knows,
some of your detractors may even see the light and come around. You
never know." "I suppose you're right. Are we still going to stop by my
house and tease my parents before the party?" "Kimmie, I wouldn't
miss that one for the world. When they see what a sweet daughter they
have, I'll bet you get along a lot better at home too." "Well, Dad has just
never warmed up to me much although he doesn't bug me and Mom,
well, I could gain an Ally there maybe. I don't know."
"She's always noticed how I act and she has never discouraged me from
helping her at home and doing girl stuff. She's even taught me some girl
things like sewing and about eating, sitting and walking like a lady." "So
THAT'S how you knew how to walk in heels." "Yeah. Mom caught me
in hers one time and said if I was so interested in girl's clothes, then she
was going to make me learn to walk like a lady. I don't know if she
thought she was punishing me or not but she made me walk in heels with
a book on my head until I got the walk just right. I guess I have walked
that way ever since, haven't I?" "Yes, Kimmie. That is part of the
problem. You glide and take little steps and I swear your hips are as
wide as mine. You sort of look like a boy when you're not in a dress but
you sure don't act like one."
"I can't imagine the trouble I've caused poor Roger. He must take an
awful ribbing about us being friends." "Yes, he does," said Char, "but
for some reason, he sticks by you every time. I suppose some day we'll
figure that one out. For now, we'll just have to file it under ?unsolved
mysteries'."
Charlene and Terri had me pretty well calmed down about showing my
girl side to the whole school. I really was calm, resigned, you might say.
I knew I wouldn't disappoint my friends and chicken out and I had to
agree with them. I DID make a cute girl in my Diana costume at least.
So the big night arrived and I went over to Char's house right after dinner
to get ready for the party. They hot rolled my hair and fixed it extra
pretty and feminine and took extra care with some very adult makeup on
me, lining and shadowing my eyes. I looked 15 going on 22.
Just then, with one of them on each side of me with their heads down
near mine looking in the makeup mirror, they both grabbed an ear lobe
and for about five seconds I was in pain. "Hey, what did you guys do?"
"You'll see in a minute Kimmie." Then they both inserted 2" gold hoop
earrings in the holes they had just made. "My GAWD! You pierced my
ears. Now I AM in for it." "Honey, the way you look, anything less
would be a sacrilege. You just HAVE to have pierced ears like the rest
of us. You'll love it. Clip ons hurt but you'll hardly notice the pierced
ones." "Well, maybe I won't, but everyone else in the world will!" "Oh
be still, cry baby. You can let them heal over but we're betting you don't.
If there are some guys at the party that don't know you, you are going to
get hit on girlfriend. You are just too cute." "As if I wasn't in enough
trouble! Now I've got to watch out for guys trying to cop a feel."
At that I blushed big time although I was secretly, well, maybe not SO
secretly, thrilled to hear it. Char and Terri got into their costumes as
Batgirl and Catwoman and we left for my house ?trick or treating'.
That's what we actually did. I had a mask on over my eyes and nose that
matched my dress and we did ring the bell and when Mom came to the
door, we said ?trick or treat'. "We're just kidding Mrs. Robinson. It's
Charlene and Terri." "Oh, you girls look terrific. And who is your
lovely friend. Diana Prince, I presume?" "Well, yes
and no Mrs. Robinson. This is Kim. Isn't she just gorgeous?" "Oh my
lord. KIM? Is that really you?" "Yes Mom. Do you like the costume?"
"Well, it certainly becomes you dear and the high heels and everything
and pierced ears? My, you do make a lovely girl. Henry, come in here
and look at Kim's friend's costumes." "(this is going to be fun, girls.)"
(now my MOM just called me a girl. Is this a conspiracy or what?)
"Hi girls. Which one is who?" "I'm Charlene," said Batgirl" "and I'm
Terri," said Catwoman and "I'm the mystery guest," I said on the spur of
the moment. "Oh, a little guessing game? Alright. Who else does Kim
hang out with Doris?"
By this time, the three of us and Mom had the giggles so badly, we were
ready to pee ourselves. Charlene finally got her breath and said, "Mr.
Robinson, may I present your daughter, Kimberly?" I could see Dad was
visibly shaken but he was a trouper and made very appreciative noises
and complimented me. The compliment sounded sincere if not a little
hollow, but only time would tell. I could see he was a bit shaken. We
then left for the party and broke out in another fit of the giggles after the
door was shut. Thankfully, Charlene had her new license and her Dad's
car so we didn't have to walk the six blocks to the party. We all
had 3" high heels on and none of us would have relished that. Pretty
shoes are made to look at, not for serious walking.
Some of the kids at the party recognized Char and Terri but not me, at
least, not right away. However, despite my best efforts and a pretty good
job of my best girlish voice, I think I was scoped out due to guilt by
association. The three of us were always together and therefore tada,
tada, tada. Pretty soon there was a buzz going around the room. I could
feel eyes on me, undressing me, not believing and yet definitely
believing. I could see it in their faces. Well, the cat was out now even
though I kept my mask on.
And sure enough, a fellow I didn't know came up and asked me to
dance. I started to say no but Terri punched me in the ribs and I do mean
HARD, so I went. He was a good four inches taller than me even in my
heels and a wonderful dancer. I was grateful that it was a fast dance
though and we didn't touch much. He thanked me and I went back to the
girls. "Well? Wasn't that fun?" "Yeah. It was. This is all becoming
very confusing to me." "Like we said Kimmie, just have a good time.
The rest will take care of itself." I decided to try and do just that. It
WAS fun!
We were at the punch bowl and another tall, handsome blond fellow in a
Superman costume asked me to dance. He had the build for it too. What
a hunk! I recognized this one. It was Roger. "Hi Kimmie. You look
wonderful. Come on. Let's have some fun." "And so my hero and I
went out onto the dance floor. With all the ribbing he took over me to
begin with, I couldn't imagine him actually risking dancing with me.
And the feelings I was having about him were so...strange!
A path cleared in front of us and the others left us a little air space. It
was another fast dance and Roger and I had a good time. The next
number was slow. He looked down at me with the strangest look on his
face and pulled me to him in his strong arms. I almost melted. I couldn't
have resisted his embrace even if I had wanted to. I felt so weak,
helpless and delicate in his grasp as he twirled me around and held me
close just like he would have any other girl with my skirt swirling about
me as we danced. It was really weird. It was like there was some kind of
special feeling passing between us. We had a bond of long standing
friendship surely, but this was WAY different.
I looked up at him and he was staring at me, at my eyes or my lips I
think. I wasn't sure. It felt like he wanted to kiss me. It was just a
feeling. Call it intuition. If it hadn't been for a room full of people, I
really wouldn't have minded. Roger was not only my friend. From my
new feminine perspective, he was a hunk and I couldn't believe the
feelings I was having, especially in my panties. When the dance was
over, he was still holding me and then realized the music had stopped. A
bit self consciously, we split and he escorted me back to my friends.
"Thank you Kim. That was great," he said and went back to his group of
football buddies.
There wasn't any teasing going on over there. We checked. "Well,
Kimmie. How was it dancing with your hero?" "I don't really think I can
do my feelings justice in words." "That's OK", said Char. "From the
dreamy way you two were looking at each other, it was pretty obvious
from here. We think you're both in love and don't know it." "You've got
to be kidding Char! I can't be in love with a boy, let alone my best
friend." "Would I lie to one of my best girlfriends? Trust me little sister.
There's some kind of new electricity between you two. After all, he
KNEW who he was dancing with!"
"I think you're just imagining things. I CAN'T be interested in a BOY!"
"Wait and see." The rest of the night went pretty normal. We all got to
dance and mingle and since the next day was a school day, the masks
came off at eleven o'clock. They announced the last dance which was
always a slow one, and Roger came straight to me and without a word
took my little hand with it's long, sculptured finger nails, guiding me
onto the floor and once again embraced me in his power. All of a
sudden, I realized I was in heaven and looked up at him and smiled a
demure, sweet, helpless smile and lay my head on his shoulder. At
that instant we knew. We knew something we had never known or
admitted before. We knew the new ?why' of our friendship. It was love
unrequited and I wondered if it ever could be. All I knew was I was
going to enjoy this dance in my hero's arms if it was the last thing I ever
did. Heaven help me, I was in love with a boy, my best friend. I was
going to Hell for sure.
"May I see you home Kimmie?" "Really Roger?" "Yes. I don't want
any harm to come to you." "Am I in danger from your friends?"
"Not if they want to stay my friends." "Alright. Thank you." "I'll get
your coat. It's the blue wool, isn't it?" "My, you are observant. You
knew it was me all along didn't you?" "Of course. How could I not?"
Roger helped me into my coat and we left the party for my house. He
opened the car door for me and escorted me right to the front door.
"Kim, I don't quite know what to say." It was at this point that I realized
that I was supposed to have gone back to Char's house and gotten back
into my boy clothes. Just as suddenly, I realized I didn't care. I was with
Roger. I wouldn't have missed this moment for the world on a string.
Roger had totally made me forget and I didn't care how I went into the
house. The porch light was on but Roger, again with that sweet, peculiar
look on his face, bent down and kissed me full on the lips and hesitating
for only a fraction of a second, I returned the kiss. We were locked
together for at least a full minute. It was the most wonderful minute of
my life so far. And then, just as quickly, it was over, and he said, still
holding my feminine, painted hand in his, "see you in class Kimberly."
My knees almost went out from under me. He called me ?Kimberly.' He
really saw me as a girl too! What was happening to my world? Roger
had kissed me, really kissed me and I had loved every second. Oh, my!
I was still standing there and watched him drive off. I was mesmerized
but then the chill of the evening breeze rushing up my dress brought me
back to reality and I put my key in the door. True to form, Mom and
Dad were still up, waiting for me. I don't think they expected to see
Diana Prince any more than I had intended them to, but there she was.
"Hello darling, said Mom. Have a nice time?" Mom never skipped a
beat despite my appearance, and she was staring right at my lips. I just
knew my lipstick was smeared. Why didn't I have the sense to straighten
it up on the porch? Lack of experience. Too thrilled at what happened I
suppose, and having never been kissed as a girl, forgot about the lipstick.
Well, the damage is done. I'm sure I'll hear about it tomorrow.
"I'm tired. Yes we had a great time thanks. Good night." And with that
I tapped my way upstairs to bed. After removing my makeup and Char's
clothing, I put in the little studs Char had given me and poured peroxide
on my lobes. When I rolled back the covers, there was a silky, nylon,
royal blue nightie lying there with a matching pair of lacy satin panties.
Of course, I put them on. ?Mom, I love you.' What next, I wondered?
Kim's dad was already gone by the time he came down for school. This
morning, Kim stayed in his new nightie after finding a girl's robe and
mules just the right size in his closet which, of course, ?she' put on.
"Good morning honey. Did you sleep well?" "Wonderfully Mom, and
thank you. I mean really, thank you for the presents. Did you go
shopping while we were at the party?" "Well, as a matter of fact I did,
sweetheart. What you have found so far isn't all of it, pretty much just
the tip of the iceberg, actually. I think I am going to rather enjoy having
a daughter finally out in the open. I've always known I had one anyway."
"How is Dad with this?" "A little uncomfortable but he's always known
your nature too, so he'll get used to it in time. Come sit. Eat. You're a
growing girl." "Oh boy, you too? The girls have been all over me about
how much girl I am."
"What were you using for a bosom last night? It looked very real."
"Gelatin filled balloons." "Have you thought about having the real thing
honey?" "I haven't thought about much else Mom. I just don't know
how. Could I? I mean really?" "We'll see honey. Maybe we just won't
tell your father until after the fact. At any rate, I'll ask our doctor about
seeing one of those gender psychiatrists I've heard about and that should
take care of it one way or the other." "Thanks Mom."
"Go get dressed for school and try to look boyish (giggle) will you?"
"I'll try, but you know I'm not going to enjoy it." "After that smeared
lipstick last night, I guess you won't." "You SAW that?" "Oh yes dear, I
saw it and I've been dying to ask you about that and who brought you
home, and why I heard the click of your heels on the porch but it was so
long until you came in and I didn't hear any conversation. But I'm not
going to ask right now, and we don't have time for you to volunteer. Tell
it to the psychiatrist first and then maybe we'll talk about it?" "Sure
Mom."
When I got to school, Charlene and Terri were on me in a flash. "Well?"
"Well what?" "Don't be coy young lady. What happened last night
when you got home in my clothes instead of your own and what went on
between you and Roger? Give! Tell all! We have no secrets now." "Do
I HAVE to?" "Yes, and don't forget to bring my clothes back. I like that
dress. You could maybe keep the lingerie and heels though. That isn't a
favorite pair of mine and I have more lingerie than I need." "Well, thank
you. I'm still wearing the panties anyway."
"Well, he drove me home and saw me to the door is all." "Bull!" "Not
buying it huh?" "Nope" they chimed in unison. "OK. He kissed me. I
mean he REALLY kissed me and I kissed him back and I've never felt
that way in my life. It may have even been better than SEX! I never
thought I was gay and yet there I was, kissing a boy and loving it, a boy
I've known for years. It's just so outrageous! I thought it was fun
DANCING with him but the kiss was just...incredible!" "That's more
like it. We KNEW it! I can't wait to see what happens next," said Terri.
"You mark my words girlfriend, you are in love and so is Roger!"
"Well, you're going to find out anyway so I may as well tell you. I'm
going to see a gender psychiatrist about maybe..." "Really becoming a
girl?" "Yeah. See what you two started. Aren't you ashamed?" (giggle)
"Not for a minute. Will the doctor give you hormones and make you
grow boobs and all?" "That's what I'm hoping. Mom went out and got
me some very feminine presents last night and I slept in one of them and
matching panties last night and I have your pair on right now and a
camisole in place of my tee shirt." "Well, I'll be" said Char. See, you do
have an Ally. How about your dad?" "She says maybe we'll just wait
until I've developed and can't turn back to tell him I'm really going to be
his daughter later."
After school that day: "Well hon, I got you an appointment with Dr.
Grant for this Monday after school at 4. Do you think you can be ready
by then?" "Oh, sure Mom." "As Kimberly?" "Oh! Well, yes, if I wear
my lingerie that Char gave me to school, except for the bra, of course."
"You won't have to rely on Char's honey. You haven't been to the back
of your underwear drawer yet. Why don't you go up and look around
your room some more? Alright. I want you to go as Kimberly because
he should see the real you to get the full impact of your situation, I think.
It will help put things in perspective for him and you too, probably,
having to interact with him as a girl."
"We're going to have to go shopping for a dress and some shoes for you
this weekend. You should wear your lingerie and hose then too so we
get the right size. Imagine. A mother/daughter shopping trip with my
son. How droll and decadent. We'll pass you off as a girl even in boy
clothes. It will be easy. Hmmm! May as well get you a few other things
like slacks and blouses too. I have a feeling you'll grow into them soon."
Monday: I barely made it on time. Kept smudging my mascara. Dr.
Grant was a nice looking middle aged man in a dark suit. He seemed
really warm and congenial, inviting me into his inner office. He did do a
small double take when he saw me dressed as Kimberly, but it was
hardly a hiccup as he bade me be seated which I did in my most girlish
fashion. The dress and shoes Mom got me were extremely feminine and
I reveled in my appearance. "Now, Kim. Tell me about yourself and
what is going on with you. I must say you do make a very attractive girl
but are you sure this is what you want and please tell me why! Take your
time."
"I hardly know where to begin doctor. I've had this strange feeling in
the pit of my stomach for as long as I can remember but I didn't know
what it was. I mean, of course I know how I look and act and I've
always been a bit off the beaten track, but until my girlfriends opened the
door this Halloween, I really didn't understand. Now, I know for
certain." I then went on to explain everything leading up to my ride
home with Roger and the results. "I knew then that I was either gay or a
transsexual and the thought of being gay just gave me chills. I really
want the picket fence and the 2 ? kid thing. I want to be a Mom. I
really do."
"I don't want to have a relationship with a boy like I am. I just can't. At
least, not a gay relationship. You know. That's not who I am or what I
am about. I want the whole magilla, loving husband, home, kids, all
normal as blueberry pie. Do you understand Doctor?"
"Yes Kim. Of course. I just had to be sure YOU understood. I know
it's only been an hour, but I am quite certain you fit the profile perfectly.
We'll do some nuts and bolts psychological testing at your next session
though. I want you to take this prescription to this laboratory and get
some blood work done. Then I will call and have you come in for your
first shots and your Premarin prescription." "Shots AND pills?" "Yes
Kim. You'll develop faster and your male hormones will be completely
suppressed. You will become incapable of being a boy anymore. One of
those will be Spironolactone which will block all your male testosterone
receptors. Your body won't recognize male hormones anymore. It will
forget you were ever a boy. Judging by those hips, it may have forgotten
already ."
"Then, young lady, you will be on your way to your dream. I usually
don't recommend shaking up a young life so early but in your case, it
will be of enormous benefit to you never to develop the secondary sexual
characteristics of a male. At 15 you must have something unusual going
on with your blood not to have developed some secondary male
characteristics. I will help you deal with all the legal and school
problems when they arise. It has been delightful meeting you Kimberly.
We will of course have many sessions like this one over the next three
months while we evaluate the effects of reversing your chemistry.
Please tell your mother to call me tomorrow. Here is my card. Have
a safe trip home Kim." "Good-bye Doctor and thank you."
To say that I was euphoric would be very inaccurate. I was way beyond
that. Fly me to the moon on gossamer wings would be more like it. It
was a good thing I had to take the bus as I was several months from
getting my driver's license and would have probably run into someone as
my mind was racing and wandering all over the place. I almost missed
my stop as it was.
"Well, how did it go honey?" "Terrific Mom. He says I fit the profile
perfectly and I'm to get blood work done. He wants you to call him
tomorrow. Here's his card. He's going to give me a battery of tests but
he'll begin my shots on my next visit if the blood work turns out."
"Well, that's wonderful dear. Now, why don't you go up and get out of
your pretty dress and into something a little less provocative." "Ok
Mom." I went up and, leaving my hair, makeup and jewelry just as
before, put on some slacks, a blouse and some flats she had bought me
and went back downstairs. "That's better dear. Your father will be home
soon. How about helping me with supper?" "Sure. What do you want
me to do?" "Get the potatoes ready hon and put on an apron."
I couldn't help noticing how much better Mom and I were getting along
now that I was out in the open as her part time daughter. It was Dad we
had to win over and while he didn't say much about my appearance
lately, he never failed to notice that he had a son in name only, the one
on my birth certificate, that is. Although I was totally feminine at dinner
tonight, he just carried on like it was normal. Maybe he was getting used
to the idea. I sure hoped so. On the other hand, he could just be faking it.
I didn't have a clue. He was a good poker player.
After two months of weekly shots and pills, it seemed that I was
removing some gelatin from the balloons every week and my butt was
definitely blooming to the extent that I had no choice but to start wearing
my girl's jeans to school. It wasn't like anyone could tell. I mean they're
all alike except for the fact that mine had a ?Chic' label on them. I didn't
think anybody noticed. HA! Joke's on me. They noticed! Of course,
having jeans on that accentuated my behind and hips made my already
small waist look even smaller. I began getting compliments on my tush
and my ?figure' and ROGER even gave me one and right in school too. I
was being ogled. I must have blushed at least three shades but I really
appreciated his noticing. Charlene and Terri just kept egging me on to
wear more girlish things but I didn't think I dared. I took to wearing
bulky sweaters to school because I was making good progress, better
than anyone realized, I hoped.
At my next doctors visit:
"Well, Kim. Let's have a look at you. Take off your blouse and your bra
please. I need to see how you are doing. I need to measure you. I can
do a pretty accurate measurement around your skirt so don't bother with
that. I know what else is happening down there. You are shrinking.
We'll check that at three months."
"OK Doctor." I then did as instructed. "It's been ten weeks. How are
you feeling?" "Great. I had a little dizziness at first, but it only lasted a
few days." "Well! You've gained fourteen centimeters in your bust and
20 in your hips. Good progress for such a short time. Are you
encountering any problems with the kids?" "Not really. I had to start
wearing girl's jeans and I try to wear bulky sweaters, sweat shirts and
otherwise baggy tops but I AM wearing a bra all the time now even
though it's a sports bra when I'm at school." "What did the gym teacher
say?" "He really didn't get a chance. Mom wrote a note to the principal
and I'm not taking gym anymore." "What did she say to him?" "I don't
know. She wouldn't tell me."
"Well, we'll see if we can't get the ball rolling and get you back
in...to the girl's class." "Really?" "Yes. From our talks, your IQ and
preference tests and your response to the therapy, there is no doubt left in
my mind. You really want this, are obviously comfortable with it and I
think it is right for you so I'm going to start my formal recommendations
beginning with your school that you be re-assigned as a female."
"Besides, I've never discussed the results of your blood test with you.
You might find it interesting." "Really doctor? Blood is blood, isn't it?"
"Essentially, yes. However, I had them run a special chromosome test
on yours. I doubt that you have any female organs although it is possible,
but you definitely have an interesting chromosome count. Boys are
supposed to be XY while girls are supposed be XX. Yours is a
combination of the two, XXXY. There could actually be up to five Xs in
front of the Y. Although we used to think this also caused a lower
mentality, we were wrong. You have what is called a
form of ?Klinefelter's Syndrome' for want of a better description, and as
far as your blood goes, you are more girl than boy and always have been.
I hope that is some comfort to you." "It helps to explain some things all
right Doctor." "Essentially what I think happened in your case Kim, was
that when your body differentiated as outwardly male in your mother's
womb, your mind & other areas were flooded with estrogen and did not.
In the final analysis, the mind rules the body and so bringing you back to
a female body would be more in tune with your true nature."
"Now we'll petition the court to give you a legal name change and then
the State to change your birth certificate. There have been a lot of re-
assignments here and the State isn't a problem after you've had the name
change. What is your Principal's name?" "Harvey Peterson." "Alright.
I'll advise him of my findings and we'll see about getting a status change
for you so you can start being yourself all the time. What about your
father?" "I think he should definitely receive a copy of that letter. I'm
still not sure about him and it will probably help." "Consider it done."
"By the time your 3 month evaluation is over in a couple weeks, we
should have things going in the right direction"said Dr Grant. I'm going
to teach you how to give yourself shots because I have to charge you for
doing that. You don't mind saving your folks some money do you?"
"No. They'd like that, especially Daddy." "That's interesting." "What?"
"You just called him Daddy. That's the first time you've done that and
that is typically what girls call their fathers." "Gee. You're right. Do
hormones change your head too?" "Absolutely, Kimberly."
"The glands that make and send out hormones, which are not all
between your legs incidentally, are being reversed and your brain is no
longer receiving male signals. You have begun really thinking like a
girl. That's a good sign Kim. Start calling him Daddy at home too, OK?"
"I think I'd like that. I hope he doesn't mind."
And so, with summer vacation less than three months away, I would be
sixteen in May, soon to be a sixteen year old girl. When I told Char and
Terri, they were beside themselves. I had never let them see how I was
developing on top although I couldn't hide my bottom, but after
everything the doctor said, I figured it was time. Friday, I went over to
Charlene's wearing my regular bra, one that enhanced my own budding
figure, without the gel inserts in the larger C cup one.
The first thing out of Char's mouth was, "what happened to your boobs?
They've shrunk!" "No Char. I'm not using the balloons anymore."
"You're WHAT?" "That's YOU?" "Every 34A+ almost B inch." "Holy
shit! Sorry. Wow. I'm impressed. Honey, you are going to be stacked
like your Mom." "That would be pretty neat. With the accelerated
growth hormones, I should be there inside of six more months." "Guess
you can't hide anymore, huh?"
"Guess not. Kimberly is definitely here to stay thanks to your meddling,
Charlene. Thank you again for meddling, you devious wench!" "You're
welcome already. It was about time you realized who you were and
what better opportunity than good old Halloween. By the way, what are
you and Roger up to these days?" "Nothing at all, really. He comes over
to the house occasionally but we don't hang out at school anymore at all.
I guess it's too much pressure for him or something. I do miss his
company, but it's understandable."
"Wait until this summer when he sees you in a bikini. What size are you
now?" "A nine." "I'll bet that will be a full ten by the fourth of July.
We're going to have such fun teasing boys this summer. You might get
lucky." "I don't want to ?get lucky' Char. I don't want some guy doing
me up the rear." "Oh. I'm sorry. I just thought...!" "Boys are more or
less off limits if they start to get serious. Understood?" "Ok. We won't
press it. Terri and I will keep on looking out for you and keep the
wolves at bay but it won't be easy." "Thanks. I want to go to the dances
and stuff but I'm really afraid to get stuck in the back seat at the drive in,
if you know what I mean." "Oh, do I ever. You may change your mind
though. Petting is really fun." "I'm sure, but let's drop it, OK?" "Sure."
Two weeks later, Mr. Peterson called me into his office. I was still doing
?baggy'. "Kim, after that note from your mother and now from your
doctor, I see we are going to have to make some changes. Please forgive
me if I'm a little awkward at this. It's my first time. I know that there are
tens of thousands of ?you' out there but I just never met one that I
actually knew, especially a student."
"I'm a little new to all this too, Mr. Stevenson but what are we going to
do now?" "Well, for one thing, all your teachers have been informed.
You will begin girl's gym class next Monday and you'll be expected to
adhere to the guidelines of conduct and dress of our female students.
That's about It. I'm oversimplifying but essentially, that's it. I
understand you have a legal name change in progress and that you wear
a special undergarment that makes you look just like the other girls?"
"Yes sir." "And the doctor says your birth certificate will be changed to
?female'?" "Yes sir." "Well then. That's that. I don't suppose you'll be
the last."
"Welcome to our school, Kimberly Anne Robinson." "Thank you sir. I
hope I won't be a disappointment to you or the faculty." "If we have a
problem with you young lady, believe me, you'll be sitting here in a little
different capacity." "I get the message sir. Thank you." "Have a good
day Kim."
Over the phone immediately after dinner:
"Roger?" "Yes?" "You won't believe it. I start school next week as me,
I mean as the girl me, Kimberly Anne." "Well, it's about TIME." "You
too?" "Of course me too! I hope I can see a little more of you now
Kimmie." "You really WANT to Roger?" "Sure sugar. You don't think
that kiss was an accident do you?" "I really didn't know WHAT to think.
You've been kind of avoiding me ever since." "I know, and I'm sorry
about that. School politics. But now that you're going to be legal, I
don't' care. I want to see you." "You mean as in ?date' me?" "What am I
doing here, talking Chinese? Yes you silly little thing. I want to date
you. Why do you think I've been coming by the house schmoozing with
your parents all this time?" "I had no idea." "Well?" "I really didn't
know you felt that way about me Roger." "Neither did I but now I
do, so...?" "Yes, of course, yes. Nothing would make me happier." "All
right. Your house. Seven o'clock next Friday. A movie and the sundae
shop?" "Sure." "Then it's a date. If I don't see you before, dress up a
little for me, OK?" "No problem."
"Mom. I just talked to Roger on the phone and he wants to take me out
next Friday. Can I?" (I'd already said yes, but I knew she would too.)
"Well, of course honey. Roger is a very nice boy and he's been your
friend a long time. I think we can trust him, don't you?" "Yes, but I
didn't know how you'd feel about me dating him." "Honey you are going
to be a real girl and you will have to learn to handle men. Your teen
years are the time for doing that so you may as well get started." "What
did Daddy think of the doctor's letter?" "It was a good idea having him
send one to your father. You won't have any more mixed signals from
him. We had a talk and he is resigned if not enthusiastic, but you just
keep on being you and he'll be happy that you are his daughter
eventually. You'll see." "Great."
The following Monday, I, Kimberly Ann, reported to home room. My
teacher, Mrs. Burton, was very kind and I just took my regular seat. I
wore a simple straight skirt and a white blouse with a lightly padded B
cup bra and a pair of skimmer flats. I got a few stares and there were
some whispers for a few seconds but Mrs. Burton wasn't someone you
wanted to mess with and the room quieted down at once. Just before
nine, we did our Pledge of Allegiance and then headed to our first
classes. Strangely enough, mine was gym. I had brought my bag with
it's new tee shirt, shorts and pink and white sneakers along with clean
panties and a fresh bra. My gaff would take care of the shower room.
The doctor had placed boy Kim's testes up inside me and nothing else
showed.
Apparently, Mrs. Cline had called Mom after the teacher's meeting and
told her how I was to handle the shower room. I could still pee. It was
pretty easy. Felt a little weird, but it didn't hurt, and Mrs. Cline didn't
want me offending the other girls when I showered. I didn't want to
offend them either, standing there with boobs and boy stuff showing.
There was quite a hubbub in the locker room when I showed up though.
Shirley, who was tall and usually got chosen as basketball team captain
was the first to speak. "Well, little sister, we wondered when you'd be
showing up! Welcome to club chick-a-dee."
About a dozen girls broke out in giggles. "Thanks Shirley, but what do
you mean about when I'd be showing up?" "Honey, you are the worst
kept secret in school. What! You thought you were getting away with
all those baggy sweaters? Every time you'd stretch or yawn or run, we'd
see ?them' or see them jiggle. We all know what they look like,
remember? You look like a B cup." "Damn! And I thought I was
getting away with it. I'll give you girls more credit from now on."
"You'd better girlie. We don't miss much. Just one word of warning.
Keep your distance from our boyfriends. You're too darn cute."
"Uh...you really don't have to be concerned about that Shirley." "Good!"
At this point, my ?relationship' with Roger was not entirely out in the
open yet.
Well, gym class should take care of spreading the word to the rest of the
school. I suppose I could have taken an ad out on the closed circuit TV
in school, but the girls in gym class would get the word out faster. Kim
was as much girl as the other girls with one little exception. In a couple
of days, people who had never bothered with me before were actually
speaking to me, both girls and boys. Thank heaven for the 90s and the
?information' age. Jerry Springer aside, they found out that a transsexual
isn't such a strange creature after all. In my case, it was more like being
born with a birth defect. I really was a girl chemically and made sure
everyone got the story straight.
I spent the entire week getting ready for my first real date as a girl. I was
still having a hard time believing it was happening and was both nervous
and excited. I'm sure you understand. Nothing was left to chance. Mom
thought it was such a special occasion, she treated me to ?the works' at
the salon I'd been going to ever since Halloween and Margie really did a
number on me. She gave me a new, soft and curly perm, a little
highlighting and double pierced my ears putting birth stone studs in the
upper ones with my hoops in the bottom. Then Veronica did my nails. I
wore the dress I would wear for Roger so they could coordinate my
lipstick and polish. He said he wanted me to dress up a little and it had a
full skirt and a bit of a revealing bodice. She gave me a pedicure
and a waxing too, even a bikini wax. By the time I left, I couldn't
imagine feeling more feminine. But then, Roger and I hadn't been on our
date yet.
As promised, Roger picked me up at seven with no honking at the curb.
He came in and talked to my parents and then we left. The movie was
great. It was a love story and I found myself snuggling closer to him.
Roger held my hand with my now long, totally feminine nails buried in
his palm the whole time. When the movie was over, we went for ice
cream and there wasn't a moment that he didn't treat me like a lady. He
was so attentive, he gave me goose bumps. The kids at the sundae shop
sure did a double take on Roger and me out on a date but it passed on to
business as usual after a few minutes. Now, the word WAS out. I think I
got a few jealous stares from other girls though.
When we got to my place about 11, instead of going right to my door,
we parked out in front of the house and talked. Roger has a little pickup
truck and it has a bench seat. I found myself moving closer to him and
he put his arm around me. This was the moment of truth, the moment I'd
been waiting, praying for, my next kiss. I just knew it! We both knew it
was coming. Roger drew me to him and he tenderly kissed me.
It was a short kiss, but that was only the first one. He had that look in his
eyes again and this time, I kissed him first putting my arms around his
neck. He was a great kisser and then I felt his tongue probing my lips,
seeking entry. I parted my teeth and our tongues danced as we both
became more passionate in our embrace. I was melting and lipstick was
smearing. All of a sudden, it was getting rather warm in Roger's truck
or, was it just me?. My resolve was waning. I knew that not too much
could happen in front of my house but whatever that was, it would
probably happen. I had lost control...again. I now knew what the girls
meant about getting ?hot'.
Roger reached up with his left hand as we were still locked in a kiss and
fondled my right unpadded breast. My now large, brown nipple sprang
to attention and as it did, he began to massage and to tweak it. It felt
sooo good. Charlene was right. Petting was really fun. And then, I
don't know what came over me, but my right hand found itself resting
on his right thigh. We continued our kiss and my hand went higher,
finding it's throbbing target. Oh, he was so big and so hard. I found
myself reaching for his zipper and then I got my control back when I
realized what I was thinking of doing.
What was I doing? I promised myself I wasn't going to get in this
position. This wasn't any different than being at the drive in movie but I
knew that if Roger asked me, I would go to the drive in with him. A girl
in love is willing to go a long way with her sweetheart and I was
undoubtedly in my mind, in love with Roger. "Roger honey, I have to go
in. Mom and Daddy probably know we are out here and besides, I'm
getting a little cold." "Kimmie, one thing you are not is cold, but I agree
with you. You'd better go in."
"Will you go to the dance with me tomorrow night?" "The only thing
that could stop me is ?death by chocolate.' "Well, how about we get
some AFTER the dance?" "Wonderful." And with that, I kissed him a
short goodnight kiss, turned on the visor vanity mirror and fixed my
lipstick, giving him a little clean up too, then spun myself out of the
pickup and wiggled my way to the front door in my spikes. Boy, that
doctor was right about the hormones. I was a complete mental convert
already and I just knew I was going to have a time controlling myself
around Roger after tonight. He was a dream come true. My hero. My
friend. My lover. Oh, my!
One look at me and Mom almost broke out laughing. She knew what I
was going through and probably what we'd been up to. After all, she was
a young girl once. I think I had a little whisker burn from Roger's beard.
I couldn't help notice Mom giving my face a quick stare. Well, what did
she expect? She was the one who told me I'd have to learn to handle
men, wasn't she?
"How was it honey?" "He asked me to the dance tomorrow." "I suppose
I don't need to ask. You're going!" "You bet!" "OK honey.
Goodnight." Off to bed and dreams of Roger I went in my baby dolls
with the rumba panties. I don't know why I had been afraid to explore
my feelings for so long. I wish Char and Terri HAD done this to me
years ago. Well, I'd catch up soon. I drifted off encased in my aqua
colored baby dolls. Oh, I had such a naughty dream and woke up having
to change my panties. Well, you don't wear rumba panties to school
anyway!
Saturday, Mom and I went shopping. Oh, yes, we bought some groceries
but now that I was ?committed,' she wanted to treat me to all the things
I'd missed and all the things she had missed doing with her daughter, like
trips to Victoria's secret where I got the most luscious lingerie, panties,
bras, camisoles and slips. I think she must have spent a hundred dollars
on me in there and it didn't buy an awful lot. She bought me more
cosmetics and earrings and perfume too. Boy, what a great mom! I was
just going to wear a skirt and blouse to the dance and a pair of flats. I
had to get used to dressing like a normal girl on a date, not fancy all the
time.
When Roger picked me up, I think he was a little disappointed, but I
liked the way he was almost a head taller than me that way. It made me
feel even more feminine and protected somehow beside my tall,
muscular prince. Nobody batted an eye when we walked in and we had
a great time. We both danced with other people but the ones we danced
together were special.
Four other boys asked me to dance that night. I danced with all of them.
Maybe I wanted to make Roger a little jealous, I don't know. Maybe I
just needed the experience. At the least, I wanted him to appreciate me.
The way he held me on the dance floor, it was quite obvious now that we
were a ?couple'.
Amazing how my life was turning around. Our return home was pretty
much a repeat of last night only this time I got in his pants. That was
part of my naughty dream, a small part. I couldn't help myself nor could
I believe what a real man felt like as they say, up close and personal, and
he made me so hot I almost lost it myself. All I did was give him a little
massage. When I got upstairs, I found out that I had indeed ?lost it'
without even realizing, as my panties were soaked with very watery,
whitish liquid. I think they call it seminal fluid, but I was sure there
wasn't anything worthwhile in it anymore. So THAT'S what all the
twitching in my panties was all about! Oh, that felt sooo good! Of
course, I had discovered self gratification long ago, but that
was before my new hormones. Back then, this stuff was thick and
sticky. Not any more! *I'm sure glad Roger didn't touch me there. It
would ruin it for both of us.*
By the time our freshman year was over, Roger and I were quite ?an
item' and everyone in school knew it. I had more friends. I was almost
becoming popular. I had joined the Glee Club and occasionally had a
solo. I was as outgoing and friendly as I could be and to earn extra
money, I began babysitting. I just loved little kids. I never volunteered
my status and none of the parents said anything, even if they HAD heard
about me. I rather doubt that any parent that had heard about me would
let me near their child. After all, I must be some kind of pervert, right?
Wrong! Sometimes Roger would come over and we'd neck. But I never
let him between my ever increasing thighs and never did anything that
smacked of slutty. I realized teen romance can end abruptly and I
certainly didn't want a ?reputation' as being one of ?those' girls. Mom
had warned me and so had my friends.
Just as Charlene said, by the time term was over, I was into a 10 with a
full 34B bra and a 36 bottom. It all looked pretty good with my 25 inch
waist. I was becoming quite fond of my breasts. We were becoming
good friends. Sometimes I talked to them, referring to them kiddingly as
?the girls'. Sometimes I fondled them myself as Char had shown me how
recently. I had no idea girls could turn themselves on like that. OOH, I
LIKED it! I liked THEM and they liked me back and Roger certainly
liked my new growths a lot as he proved when we petted. That DOES
feel really neat, even more when a boy does it. Charlene had urged me to
let him, and again, she had given me rewarding advice. It was the very
girlish ideas I was having about Roger that were a little disturbing.
Char and Terri and I went on a shopping trip to try on the latest bathing
suitsfor summer. I came home with three, a stretch satin speedo and two
bikinis. "Kim, you are getting a really cute bod. We're going to have to
fight the boys off this summer." "Sounds like fun. Lead me to the
water," I said. One of my suits just covered the bare, and I do mean bare
essentials but it looked so cute and daring, I couldn't resist it. I didn't
particularly want my Mom to see me in it though as it only covered my
patch and my nipples really. My hair was now down to my shoulder
blades and I knew it looked good and decided to leave it long and wear it
in a pony tail or French braid most of the time for summer. Roger had
never seen me in a bathing suit and even though he was well acquainted
with my body by now, sometimes what you can only glimpse is more
tantalizing than what you can actually see. Conjure up a picture of a
black satin corselette with six garters leading to black hose and 4" black
patent spikes. I had just such a set from Victoria's and he had seen that
too although Mom hadn't. It about drove him over the edge. I was
beginning to regret my ?partial' status immensely.
Well, finally, I had my driver's license. Now, Char, Terri and I could
take turns on ?girl's' nite out or when we had to ?batch' it to a game or a
dance. Over the course of the summer, I continued to grow, and by the
time we started back to school, I was a almost a 12; 34C, 24, 37. I had to
start watching what I ate. I loved my new figure but didn't want to be a
cow. Roger and I continued to be an item. He had ingratiated himself
with my father, offering to cut our grass, which he did since it was no
longer one of my duties. I was inside labor now.
I was learning to be a domestic goddess, as Rosanne calls it. Mom and
I were becoming more like sisters. My wardrobe was ever expanding as
well as my collection of sexy lingerie and shoes. Well, I guess I had a
little shoe fetish going. There were 30 some pairs and I was sure I wasn't
done yet. I even wore heels at home a lot, especially with dressy slacks
and sometimes even to school although not my spikes. There's just
nothing that defines a girl like high heels. School was becoming fun and
I was no longer a nerd. I guess I was a little bit on the preppy side. I was
pretty and popular and got better grades than boy Kim ever did even
though I had less time to study, what with doing hair and nails all the
time. Thank heaven I only had to shave my legs once a week.
My endocrinologist (I finally learned what a gland doctor was) had
brought me a long way and seemed quite pleased with himself. Praise
the Lord, I stopped developing but I was certainly matured at 16? years
old. And I found out the truth of a basic law of nature. Girls DO mature
mentally faster than boys. I was now older than Roger in those terms.
He had become a starting half back on the football team though, and I
was just so proud of him when practice started in August. He caught a
lot of passes and some of them were from me.
By now, both my name change and my birth certificate were official and
I was in the middle of my ?real life test' as a girl. I didn't figure I could
have my surgery before I was 18 anyway, so it wasn't really important to
me. I sort of forgot about it. Dr. Grant kept track of me and I saw him
every month. The gland specialist was better equipped to oversee my
medical transition though. Dr. Breck was nice too and he changed my
hormone mix a little. I began developing even faster after that in
particular mentally, to where I am now, and boy Kim seemed like a
distant memory. I thankfully didn't gain any weight but I surely filled out
to womanly proportions and without a muscle showing. Roger
had qualified and become a lifeguard, so I got to see him at work as well
as on our dates. I don't think he appreciated all the boys buzzing around
but Char and Terri attracted a lot of them too. I didn't mind having cute
friends. It was a friendly competition. When I hung around his lifeguard
chair, the other girls knew enough to stay away. Now I had claws and
knew how to use them. I was more in love with him than ever and
everyone had gotten used to ?us' being together. It was no big deal
anymore. I was his chick.
Charlene's parents had a big six passenger car and so, we three and our
boyfriends did end up at the drive-in movie that summer. Well, it was a
triple date and nothing much happened and I had the sense to wear shorts
and a halter. I wasn't ashamed of myself in a halter top now after the
reactions I got at the pool. True to form, the boys nailed us with some
heavy petting and my halter was all but a little TOO convenient, one
knot and there they were. Roger was such a fox. I just loved him to
pieces. That was my FIRST time at the drive-in and without a real bra. I
couldn't believe I let ?the girls' loose in front of my friends though.
My second time was a little different. Roger asked me to go with him
alone. I couldn't refuse. What can I say? I thought I'd get smart and
wear a skirt and button front blouse that night with a regular bra. I had
on a lacy demi cup bra and a pair of tight spandex panties and just like
for gym, I wore my gaff. There was no way I was going to let Roger
touch that thing.
What's that they say about the road to ruin being paved with good
intentions? By the time the feature was 30 minutes gone, Roger and I
were steaming up the windows and they were half open. Well, you get
my drift. He'd unhooked my bra and I had very carefully taken both
hands and unzipped him and managed to unleash his manhood. I was so
hot, I couldn't stop myself and wasn't sure I wanted to. When I did that,
he reached under my skirt and ran his hand down the front of my panties
finding...nothing! However, as I lovingly caressed him, he did manage
to find a little spot that helped to bring me to ecstasy. We arrived at a
shuddering state of collapse at almost the same time and I was SO
thankful for panty liners. He was very messy but didn't seem to mind at
all. There were plenty of tissues in the car and the only lipstick on him
was on his face. Not that the thought hadn't crossed my mind. Oh, it had
alright but at a drive in movie. Not my style. And I, well, now I guess
he had something to talk about but it felt so wonderful, I didn't care. He
told me he loved me and I did the same. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we
could go on forever like this, I thought?
Everything was going along pretty normally until Christmas. In addition
to the usual girl stuff you'd expect for Christmas, there was an envelope
there addressed to me from GIC, whatever that was. Mom seemed on
pins and needles as it was the last thing I opened. It was REALLY a
good thing I was sitting down. On the basis of my psychiatric and
medical evaluations, I had been invited to a gender identity clinic for
evaluation prior to surgery.
"SURGERY? Mom! Daddy! Is this for real? Does it mean what I
think it does?" "Yes sweetheart. As soon as your summer vacation starts
this year, you will be a whole person for the first time in your life. You
go in for testing over spring break but it's just a formality, I'm told. Your
dad re-financed the car, so we can pay for it." "Oh Daddy. Thank you. I
love you both so much. "Well, needless to say, all the other presents
paled in comparison. I was ecstatic and couldn't wait to tell Char and
Terri but I wanted to do it in person. I called Terri and asked her to meet
me at Char's and went over there.
"Well Kimmie, what's this all about? You sounded so excited and
mysterious over the phone I thought you were going to come right
through the line and pop out on my end," said Terri. I didn't say a word
but was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I just handed them the letter.
They opened and read it aloud. I imagine Char's parents wondered what
we three were screaming and jumping up and down about up in her
room. This was definitely over the top. Nothing so far in my
life could top this, not even Roger. And, believe it or not, I had no plans
to tell him. I didn't