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What a party by Janet L. Stickney When the Halloween party was announced, I'll admit I was a bit baffled. After all, this is high school, and most of us had long ago given the heave ho to the bag. Our Principal however decided that is exactly the reason to have the party. Then she scheduled Friday as a come to school in costume day, with the actual party on Saturday night. All of the guys I talked to were going to dress up as some favorite character of theirs. Since I'm not into comic books, animation or trading cards, I was at a loss for a costume. Then my once in a while girlfriend Jill suggested that I go as a girl! At first I said no, then, after I told mom what she said, she agreed. Now, I had never once dressed as a girl, so I expected to become the bride of Frankenstein, which in this case, wouldn't be all that bad. Mom took a few measurements and I forgot about it. Three weeks from now she told me, I would be the prettiest girl at the party. Right. My sister is away at college, so I was sure mom would borrow some of her things to turn me into a girl, and I was hoping mom didn't make me wear one of those micro mini's Beth likes. I did not tell anyone, including Jill that I had agreed to dress as a girl. I didn't want the flak I was sure I would get. The weekend before the party, mom dragged me to her bedroom and told me to strip, then, when I was down to my briefs, she coated me in hair remover. When I showered it off, my skin was smooth and hairless, leaving me chilled when I went back in her bedroom. On the bed were a bunch of clothes for me to try on. "I wanted to get you all dressed up so we could see how you look, and make any corrections we need to make." What could I say? Mom insisted that I go all the way, which means wearing panties as well, so I turned around so I could slip them on. The pink nylon against my now smooth skin gave me the shivers, and started to cause a problem, so I tucked things away before I faced her again. I expected to have the bra wrapped around me, but she dug out a white corselet. Not realizing what it's used for, I was unprepared when, after I fastened the hooks, she yanked the laces so tight I could hardly breathe! Then, as my waist grew smaller, I saw the flesh on my chest rising until I almost filled the cups of the built in bra! Mom didn't bat an eyelash as she stuffed old nylons under each of my new breasts, making then seem fuller, and creating cleavage at the same time! When I sat at her vanity, she showed me how to apply makeup. I had to do it myself, but mom stood right there coaching me. First the foundation, from a new jar. Mom told me it matched my skin tone, and as I drew it across my face I could see that she was right. With just a little foundation, my thin beard disappeared from sight!. Then the translucent powder, which made my skin look softer and less shiny. The eyeshadow I used first was a soft mint green, which I put right on the edge of my eyelids. Then a soft gray, and right under each eyebrow, a thin line of coral blusher. Black eyeliner, which went on easily, then a black pencil under each eye to finish outlining them, and mom said that was enough for now. With just that much makeup on I could see that I did not look like the bride of Frankenstein, but scarier, a rather cute girl! Then came the pantyhose, which felt so good on my legs, and an old padded pantybrief my sister used at one time, and finally, the dress was slipped over my head and zipped up. Mom told me it's called a sheath. It has a square cut neckline, no sleeves, and leaves me naked up to about mid thigh on me! Mom said that red is the perfect color for me. Then, as I sat at the vanity again, an auburn wig was placed on my head, made tight, and brushed out. When I looked in the mirror I was shocked, but mom did not give me time to look at myself. I quickly had earrings, a watch, a necklace, then heels on. She handed me the bright red lipstick, and when I had traced the waxy red on my lips, she spritzed me with perfume and told me to look in the mirror. I was speechless. My hair fell above my shoulders, curled on the ends, framing my face in delicate wisps of hair, bangs that cut across my forehead in a sweep to one side. I actually had a feminine shape, and the tops of my now crowning breasts could just be seen. My legs, once just average, now looked fabulous! Shapely, the nylons hinted at a shimmer whenever I moved, and the heels, while tight, completed the outfit perfectly. Mom merely stood next to me smiling before she dropped her bombshell. "I know those heels are tight, but that's all I have. I thought we could go to the store and find a pair that fits you better." "What! I'm not leaving the house this way!" "And why not? Take another look and tell me you look like yourself." I didn't look my old self and we both knew it, so she handed me a purse, then with a gentle shove, I was on my way out of the house. On the way to the store she told me it would be easier on me to try on women's shoes dressed as a woman, which made sense, so I quit gripping. I did not lose my fear though. We had to park towards the rear of the lot, and by the time I was in the store my feet hurt like hell, and really understood what she meant when she told me I needed comfortable shoes since I would be on my feet all evening. A girl measured my foot, told me I wore a size 9, then mom and I began to look at all of the styles. Since I had no idea what to get, I let her lead the way. I had a pair of red heels with an ankle strap to them in my hand when I saw Jill walk in! My entire system went on high alert when she walked right past me, without even a single glance my way! Mom saw Jill walk by, and I saw her smile at me and nod her head. When we left the store I had the red heels plus a pair in black in my hand, a pair of plain black flats on my feet. "See? I told you that you looked fine. Jill didn't recognize you, and she knows you quite well!" That one experience made me feel a lot better about dressing as a girl, and I relaxed a little. Mom made one stop on the way home, then, when we pulled in the driveway, I saw Beth's car there. "Remember, your name is Linda. Let's see what Beth does." "Okay mom." When we walked in the house, I followed mom, leaving the shoes in the car. Beth said hi, then mom introduced me as Linda. There was a long pause before Beth started squealing. She figured it out. As I stood there and let Beth stare, I began to actually like the way I looked. I smelled the perfume, tasted the lipstick, and felt the air as it wafted around my legs, and felt a sense of calm. Beth wanted all the details, so mom filled her in while I listened. That's when Beth suggested that we all go out to dinner, as three ladies of course. "I have just the right dress for Linda to wear mom, the black one." Of course mom said yes, and I was soon handed a dress to wear that night. Looking at the clock, I had about three hours to kill, and Beth wanted me to try on some more of her clothes, so she and I went to her bedroom. When I slipped the dress off I heard her suck in her breath when she saw the twin mounds of my tortured chest, but all I did was smile at her. Not to be outdone, she quickly pulled her top off, then smiled at me as she hefted a breast in each hand. It was almost funny in a way. Like guys playing who's is the biggest. The first skirt she gave me was a pleated green and white plaid wrap around with a white blouse. Then there was the sundress, a tiny scrap of material that left almost nothing to the imagination. When I had that one on and looked in the mirror I almost said I would wear it to the party, but of course it would be to cold out for that. But damn! It did make me look hot! After that came a nice pink suit with a straight skirt, then she gave me the black dress to try on. It looked pretty small to me, but as it slipped over my head and Beth zipped it up, I saw that it fit just right. Strapless, I worried that the top would fall down, but of course it didn't, and my erstwhile cleavage was even more prominent in this dress. The bodice was tight around me, the skirt flaring out then ending just above my knees. With my black heels it looked spectacular on me. Beth quickly gave me different earrings, a choker necklace and an ankle bracelet to wear. I asked her to unzip me, then went in my room to shave again. If I was going out, I wanted to look perfect. As I stood there, in just the panties, corselet, and pantyhose, wearing the wig and still with makeup, I looked in the mirror, and wondered to myself why it meant so much to me to look so nice tonight. I could easily wash up and wear slacks and a jacket, but I found myself wanting to wear the black dress. I want to look sexy and hot, smell of perfume and taste the lipstick again. I never did this before, so why now? And why do I feel this way? I was sure that I like girls, and of course, when I was growing up, the only people that wore a dress were women and female impersonators. Now me of course, and I don't fit into any of those categories. I could not undo the laces, so I left the corselet on and washed off the makeup and shaved again, but closer this time. With a robe on, I went back to Beth's room, where she watched me as I once again applied my makeup. This time I managed to do it with only minor changes. Like eyeshadow color. Beth suggested copper with light gray and silver. It was dramatic that's for sure. She also suggested that I wear fake nails, so when I said why not, she quickly attached them, filed them down and painted them bright red. As I sat there waiting for the polish to dry, Beth started to undress, and when I mentioned it, all she did was smile at me and continue! In her bra and panties she went in the bath, returning damp from her shower. She helped me get the dress on, fastened the choker necklace for me, and I went back to my room to finish getting ready. Once I was done, I went to mom's room, knocked on the door, and borrowed her perfume and accepted the black purse she gave me. I was in the familyroom when mom and Beth walked in. Beth wore her green dress, which is similar to the one I have on while mom wore a sheath dress in royal blue. Mom handed me the car keys, so for the first time I drove a car wearing heels. It wasn't that bad and I quickly adapted to it. When I pulled up at the restaurant, I slid out of the car as if I had slacks on and gave the valet quite a show when my dress slid up. Mom said nothing about it as we walked into the restaurant. We were seated in a timely manner, then treated like royalty. As my male self I had never been treated this way, and wondered why, but Beth and mom took it all in stride. Dinner was served, then, while we waited for dessert, some guy came to the table and asked mom to dance. As he led her away, Beth pointed at two guys headed our way. "Get ready Linda, we're about to be asked to dance." She was right of course. She took one guys hand, leaving me with almost no choice at all, so I took the offered hand and let him pull me close to him. He held me tight against him, pulling my boobs right into his chest. Taller than I am, I had to look up a little to see him. Green eyes, perfectly straight teeth, brown hair and a wicked smile. He said his name was Dan, I told him mine, then, when the music stopped he escorted me back to the table, kissed my hand, and left. I might have looked calm, I'm not sure, but I was shaking inside. Beth smiled at me but said nothing as we watched mom continue dancing. Later, on the way home, mom said she had a date for the next day! I was very happy for her, and I'm sure Beth was too, since mom had been very lonely since dad divorced her last year. That night Beth untied the laces to the corselet, and as it slipped away from my body I don't think I ever felt anything as good before that moment. After I cleaned up, I went to bed, tired, yet unable to sleep. Up to that point I simply enjoyed the day and all of the new sensations, including dancing with some guy. Now I wondered why I enjoyed it so much. In the morning I know I looked like hell, but I wrapped my robe around myself, went to the kitchen and started the coffee. By the time it was done Beth and mom had both showed up. Mom looked at Beth, then me, and started to giggle. "You were absolutely precious last night Linda! Ken asked me about you girls, and I could hardly say the one of you was my son, so he thinks I have two beautiful daughters. That means that you'll have to be dressed when he gets here at 11. After we leave you'll be okay, so wear something comfortable." Contrary to what mom might have thought, I didn't mind at all. Right after we ate, Beth and I went up to change, and I ended up wearing a pair of her jeans and a pullover top with a padded bra and the padded pantybrief. She repaired my wig while I did my makeup, then I slipped into my own gym shoes. That's how I was dressed when Ken showed up. Mom introduced us, then she and Ken left. Beth and sat there looking at each other, then she asked me why I waited so long to start dressing as a girl! "It's the party Beth, and that's all." "Pigs can't fly Linda, and neither does that excuse. I watched you all day, and last night you didn't even flinch when that guy asked you to dance. You just took his hand and let him hold you tight. I also noticed that you were smiling the whole time. No dear, you like dressing as a girl, and it shows." "No." "Oh yes! Now, why don't we quit fighting about this, and drive over to the mall and get you a new padded pantybrief, and maybe some panties of your own?" I certainly knew the reasons for having my own panties, and a pantybrief that fit better and less tightly would be okay with me, so I agreed. After we both touched up our lipstick, we were at the mall within 30 minutes. I soon found myself in a sea of lingerie, with no idea what to look for, but Beth did, and she quickly started handing me things. It seemed to me that we bought a lot more than I would need for just two more days of this and I mentioned it to Beth. All she did was laugh and keep going. By the time we left the mall, both of my ears had been pierced and I sported two small gold studs. Back home, I was in my room when mom came home, so I stayed there so I did not have to face Ken again. On Monday morning, as I dressed for school, I knew at once just how rough my jeans are compared to nylons and a skirt. My still hairless skin seemed to be extra sensitive, causing me to be aware of the differences in the clothes. Besides that, I was surprised that I kind of missed having my lower legs bare. The entire day was hell, the rest of the week a pain that was only relieved when I got home on Thursday afternoon. Once again I used the hair remover and prepared carefully. Raiding Beth's closet, I selected a blue mini dress, then checked to make sure I had everything in place for the next morning. While mom and I watched television, I attached the fake nails and painted them in a rose color. Mom said she would help me with the wig again, and that night as I lay in bed I just knew in my heart that I was going to shock a whole lot of people. I was up an hour earlier than usual, shaved and sitting at the vanity doing my makeup when mom came in. I drew on the eyeliner, outlined my eyes with the pencil, and stood up so she could fasten the corselet again. Then I went to my room and finished dressing, starting with the pantyhose. God I love the way they feel on my legs! Then the padded pantybrief, and the mini dress. Mom secured the wig for me, I removed the gold studs and put in small hoop earrings, added a short gold chain with a pendant, the gold watch and two rings mom gave me. Some perfume, and then the pale rose lipstick. I made sure the purse had my wallet, school ID and so on, added the lipstick, some tissue and the small jar of foundation, grabbed my books, then drove to the school. As I parked the car I saw spacemen and cowboys, ghosts and goblins, and a girl that walked an awful lot like a boy. I went in the school, stopped at my locker, and then went to my first class. So far not one person looked at me funny, and I felt pretty good as I walked into class and sit down in my appointed place. Costumes populated the room, so the teacher always looked up as he called our names. When he called out my name and I answered him, all eyes fell on me, and the girl sitting next to me sucked in her breath. All the teacher did was smile and continue the class. On the way out of the room, A few girls told me I looked good as a girl, but none of the guys said a word, which Janet said was because they thought I was more than nice looking, and that made them nervous. By lunch time I figured out who the other boy dressed as a girl was, and even saw him up close once. He looked like a boy in a dress. All he did was smile at me, and I'm sure he never figured out who I really am. At lunch Janet joined me, and asked me how I was going to dress for the big party the next day, so I described the black dress to her the best I could. Then she told me that she heard that a friend of hers was going to ask me to go with him to the party! I told her that would be the worst thing I could do, and asked her to tell him to just see me at the party. By the time I got home that afternoon I knew who it was that wanted me to go with him to the party. It was a good friend of mine! I started for my room to change when mom said that Ken would be over in a few minutes, so I might as well wait until they left to change clothes. I sat on the couch watching television and waited. About twenty minutes later he showed up, then surprised both mom and I when he asked if I would join them for dinner! I quickly declined, but he insisted, saying it is a fancy place, so mom and I went to change. I went into Beth's room, grabbed a nice pleated tan skirt, a brown pullover top, and her tan jacket, then went into my room and changed as quickly as I could. Luckily my makeup was okay, and all I did was add lipstick before I went back downstairs. Mom wasn't there yet, so I sat across from him hoping he did not figure out that I was a boy and not a girl. "Your mother says you're in high school, a Senior I think she said." "Yes sir, central high." "My son goes there, maybe you know him. Greg White?" That is the name of a classmate of mine! I knew who he was, but we were not good buddies. All at once I knew that this charade could get very complicated, especially since Ken thinks mom has two daughters! Mom walked in right then, and Ken drove us to dinner. All evening long I was extra careful to be lady like, but the nagging thought that Greg could upset mom's relationship with Ken by merely mentioning that a boy and a girl live here kept biting my fear bone. I wasn't afraid for me of course. I like Ken, and wanted mom to have a relationship, but this might derail her plans real quick. I was very happy when he took us home. I waited for mom to come in, which was about twenty minutes. When she did I asked her to join me in the kitchen. "Mom, his son goes to school with me! You told him I was your daughter. What if his son tells him otherwise?" "He already knows honey, I told him just now." "How did he take the news?" "He laughed, then told me his son described you to a tee, and said he thinks your hot." "This should be good. Ken knows but is son Greg doesn't?" "That's what he said. Quit worrying about it and go to bed Linda, you have a big day tomorrow, and I have a surprise for you." "What?" "You'll see in the morning." I went to bed, wondering what mom had in mind. In the morning, during breakfast, mom told me that she had bought a new wig for me, and took it out of the box it was in. The wig is auburn like the other one, a bit longer, styled much like the other one, but fuller, then she showed me the dress. As she took it out of the plastic bag I was sure there was no way I could fit into it, but she assured me that I could, with a little help that is. The party starts at seven, so I had all day to get ready, so rather than use the hair cream again I went up to the bath, filled it with hot water and bath oils, settled in, then shaved myself as carefully as I could. When the water went cold I simply put on a robe and played on the computer for a while. About three mom told me it was time to start getting ready, so I went in and shaved as close as possible then went to Beth's room and sat at her vanity. Mom watched as I evenly applied the foundation, then blotted with the powder, waiting as the foundation absorbed what it needed, then brushed away the excess. My skin was left smooth and looking very soft. Using first light green, I drew a thin line on my upper eyelids, then added a bit of copper, and over that light gray. The liquid eyeliner went on easily as I made the line thicker towards my nose, thinner at the outside edges. Under each eye I used a black pencil to finish outlining each eye. On my cheeks I used a blend of peach and soft rose blusher. "You're getting quite good doing your own makeup Linda." What could I say to that? Back in my own room I pulled on a pair of panties, tucked things away, then pulled on the padded pantybrief and wrapped the corselet around myself, fastening the hooks up the front before I called mom. As she pulled the laces tight, she told me to draw in my breath, then she pulled them even tighter than the first time. Gasping, I stood there as she reached in and pulled my excess skin up and into the bra cups, then watched as I slipped soft foam pads under each breast, filling out the cups and raising my own skin, once again forming the very exciting twin mounds of my breasts. She watched as I pulled on the pantyhose, then she and I went back in Beth's room where Mom then watched me as I painted each nail a bright red. When the polish was dry, we went back in my room. The dress is all white, a clingy material that hugged my abdomen tightly, flaring out at the hips and ending at mid thigh on me. The top had two very thin spaghetti straps to hold up the low cut top, which was cut in a Vee shape to expose even more of my pseudo breasts. I loved it. Then mom gave me a pair of bright red heels with an ankle strap. At first I had a heck of a time bending over to fasten the strap, but as I got used to the tight corselet, I managed to do it. All mom did was laugh at me and insist that I do it myself. Then came the wig, which mom put on me, making it tight on my head with the draw string and several bobby pins. After brushing it out, I looked in the mirror and saw all of me for the first time that day. I even shocked myself! "I would say that Ken's son Greg was right Linda, you are hot!" What could I say that even resembled humble? I did look hot, and I was sure that I would cause quite a stir when I walked into the party, especially with the girls. No matter what some of them did, they could never look like this, no matter how hard they tried. Mom gave me a red purse, then, a brand new wallet, which was just like hers! Without a word she started to remove things from my own wallet and hand them to me. Once I had everything in my wallet, I took the red lipstick and traced my lips with it, making them look fuller, and completed the look. Just then the doorbell rang, and mom told me to stay there. As I waited, I went in Beth's room and added some perfume to my neck, elbows and wrists, the gold and red chandelier earrings, the matching choker necklace, the gold watch, and two rings. Just then I heard mom call me, and I went down the stairs as daintily as I could. As I stepped on the landing I saw Greg and his father standing there! Both of them had their mouths open, staring at me. I drew in a breath and continued until I stood next to mom. "Gentlemen, let me introduce Linda." "Um?I?hi Linda." Greg was stammering, but his eyes were lit up and he was smiling, which thoroughly confused me. His father never said a word, and after all, he knows that I'm a boy, just like Greg! Ken was clearly looking at mom and not me, his intent also clear. "Ken invited me out tonight Linda, and we thought that it might be nice if Greg took you to the party. After all, you have only driven in heels once before, and this will be a lot safer." Right. Greg takes me to the party, with me looking like this, there is only one conclusion everyone will come too. He and I have something going. But how could I graciously say no? All I could do was smile, and hope for the best. Greg was dressed as Superman, and I'll have to admit that the tight uniform looked good on him. He even had the hair and eyes for it. Greg reached out his hand to me. I paused a moment before I took it and let him lead me to his car, the only one in the driveway. Mom and Ken waved at us as we drove away. Greg said nothing for a bit, but he kept sneaking looks at me. My dress had crept up my legs almost to my hips, and as I struggled to pull it down my breasts kept bouncing, which of course drew his eye even more. I gave up and sat there. "I told dad that you looked hot the other day, but tonight, wow!" "Greg, I'm a boy, remember?" "Maybe, but you sure don't look it. In fact, you look better than any girl I know!" "All of the kids are going to think we're?a couple, you know that don't you?" "So?" "So! I'm a boy! We can't have anything going!" "You still look hot Linda, and that's enough for me." It was starting to sound like a scene from Some like it hot, so I gave up just about the time he pulled into the parking lot. Greg was able to get out and open my door before I could, and had to take his hand as I stepped out of the car. He wanted to take my arm as we walked in, but I shot him a look and he let go of me. The gym was dark, streamers and balloons all over the place, spooky music was playing, and a small crowd was milling around when we walked to the drink table. My friend Janet saw me and came over. She was dressed as Cinderella. Greg was hovering closely, so she and I drifted away a bit. "Damn Linda! I thought you looked good the other day! I think I'll just go kill myself!" "It's only for today Janet, then back to my old self." "Why don't I think so." "What?" "You're not going to give this up, I mean look at you. Every guy in here is looking at you, trying to figure out who you are, and how they can get into your panties." Janet looked over at Greg, saw him watching us, and turned back to me. "Like him. Superman there sees his Lois in you. Didn't I see you two walk in together?" "His dad and my mom are dating. They thought it would be cute if he and I came together." "You could do worse Linda. He's kind of cute." "Janet, I'm a boy, remember?" "Not tonight Linda. Tonight you are one hot lady." Janet walked away, and Greg was right at my elbow again. A slow song started, and he slipped his arms around me, pulled me tight, and stepped out to the dance floor. No wanting to make a scene, I let him guide me around the floor. He's a good dancer, and was able to communicate his every move to me using his hands. I was able to relax a little and let the music carry us away. Just as the music stopped, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and cut in. I found myself in the arms of our class President. Another dance started, and he wheeled me away from Greg. "Janet says I know you." "She's right, you do, but I'm not sure I want to tell you." "Tell me anyway." I did, then he pushed me away, looked me over, and shook his head no. "No way. I know a girl when I see one, and you're a girl!" He wasn't going to believe me no matter what I said, but I insisted. He still said no, and I simply gave up. Then Greg cut in again. As the night went on I had a lot of the guys ask me to dance, which made me nervous. What would happen when they found out who I was? Then Jill came to our table and introduced herself to me. "Janet says I know you, but I don't remember your name, sorry." "Oh, you know me Jill, think about it." The sound of my voice must have done it. I saw her eyes grow wider, shock on her face for a moment, then she started to giggle. "I'll be damned! You look gorgeous, and by the number of guys that I see asking you to dance, they think so too!" "They will be disappointed Jill. Linda will be gone tomorrow morning." Jill looked at Janet, then together they both shook their heads no, but didn't say anything. Since there wasn't any judging for best costume, I never took my wig off, which left a bunch of people thinking I'm a girl. Greg took my hand as the music started again, a slow number, then wrapped his arms around me as we drifted around the floor. By the time the music stopped I could feel Greg, hard against my leg, which he confirmed by moving things to make his ardor less noticeable. A teacher announced the party was over, so Greg took my hand again as we walked out of the gym. This time I did not pull away. About halfway to the car he slipped his arm around me, pulled me a bit closer, then after we were on the way home, he stopped the car just down the street from my house. I knew exactly what he had in mind. I had thought he might stop, but wasn't sure what I would do. So many people thought I was a girl, a lot thought I was pretty, and on top of that, I had come to like dressing this way myself. Greg stopped the car and looked at me, a grin on his face. His arm went over my shoulder and as he pulled me closer, I gave in and simply closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. A bolt of electricity coursed through me as his tongue pushed against my lips, and without thinking, I opened my mouth. Then I felt his hand on my leg. My mind was screaming for me to pull away, stop this before it went any further, but my body was in charge. His hand drifted north, rubbing my stomach, then he squeezed my breast, moving sideways a little and turning. That let my hand fall on his lap. He was full of ardor now, but I pulled my hand away and broke from the kiss. I merely pointed at my house, unable to speak. He walked me to the door, then asked me if we could go out again! "Greg, I'm a boy, just like you! Regardless of what just happened, the answer is no! It would never work out!" I went in the house, leaving him standing there as I shut the door. I turned to go to my room and saw mom standing there. "Let me help you with that corselet Linda. You can tell me how the evening went." By the time I got to the part when he stopped the car, I was down to my panties. Mom told me to go to bed, then left the room. What a party this turned out to be. I discovered that I like to dress as a girl, and I'm not only good at it, I would have no shortage of dates if I wanted them! The next day I wore my own clothes, afraid to become Linda again. I might not have the strength to give it up if I did. Mom said nothing when she saw me. All day I drifted through the house like an aimless housefly, trying to settle down but could not. I kept thinking of the way I felt when Greg kissed me, and wondered why I wasn't ashamed of myself. I went back to school, with only a few people mentioning the way I looked at the party. The days seemed to drag by, one drudge after another as I kept thinking of how I looked at the party. On Thursday morning I opened my closet and saw that over half of the space was now taken with skirts and blouses, a few dresses and a suit. In my dresser the corselet, padded pantybrief and my panties were in one drawer, along with pantyhose. I went to find mom, but before I could even say a word she told me to sit down. "You've been moody and curt, you're schoolwork has fallen and you don't eat right. All of this started the day you became a boy again. I have decided that you should try it again, maybe only on the weekends, at least for a while." Mom smiled that smile of hers, then told me that the clothes in my closet were mine now, and also that Greg had called. He wanted to take me to the show on Saturday. I looked at mom, hoping I would see some sign to tell me to say no, but mom got up and went into the familyroom without a word. I surveyed the clothes in my closet, felt the materials and saw both wigs on the shelf. Just looking at the clothes made me want to get dressed again, the lure of becoming Linda once more extremely sharp in my mind. Later, Greg called again, and in the end I did accept the date. He never did admit that I was a boy, just like him and I gave up trying to fight his growing attraction. After the show I saw Jill at the burger place, her grin telling me she was right all along. I could not give up Linda now. Beth went back to college while I became Linda every Friday, right after school. Like I said before, it was some great party that let me turn myself into a girl. I might never have discovered myself. Mom and I became closer, while she and Ken also spent a lot of time together. She told me he and Greg talked about our dating, but that is up to us. At Christmas my new vanity was delivered, and I'm sitting doing my makeup for the New Year party right now. Greg and I have a date tonight, and will be here in half an hour. I have to go now, I have a spectacular new dress I'm wearing tonight. It'll drive him crazy. (the end)