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Music By Alyssa Davis It was a typical Spring afternoon and Terry was practicing his harp routines with his teacher, Ms Jones. She had been teaching Terry for 4 of his 16 yrs and he was her star pupil. He had a natural talent for the harp, unusual for a person so young, and a boy. As he played, she admired him with pride, as much as if he were her own son. He was a slender young man, handsome to the point of being too pretty for a boy with his shoulder length blond hair, petite features, and long eyelashes. His hands were small with long fingers, ideal for a harpist. They glided effortlessly across the strings as he played difficult movements of classical music. When he finished, Ms Jones praised him for a job well done, the fruit of her teaching combined with his natural ability. "Terry, I know of a job opening for a harpist. How would you like a part time job over the summer?" Ms Jones asked. "Gee...I..I guess I would, Ms Jones. What kind of music would I have to play, and where?" "My daughter has a little ensemble that plays mostly at weddings. They need a harpist as theirs had to leave the group. It would only be on weekends plus rehearsals but the money is very good. I know you can do it...you're a very good harpist. Should I talk to your parents about it?" "Well, yes, please. It sounds like fun." Ms Jones called Terry's mother and told her about the opportunity. Mom immediately discussed it with Dad. They learned that Terry could make up to $100 per wedding and it could continue all year. Being on weekends, it wouldn't interfere with school. Even the rehearsals were in the evenings and ended early. Ms Jones continued to sell Terry's parents about the job and Terry's talents and how he'd be a natural for the position. They were excited and enthusiastic about letting Terry do it. They were so proud of Terry and his talent for the harp. Mom was just going to call Ms Jones and accept when the phone rang and it was Ms Jones calling Mom with bad news. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I built up false hopes and I apologize. I guess I should have talked to my daughter first. It seems Jill is looking for a female harpist. The girl she had left to have her baby." "But why should it make a difference? A harpist is a harpist." Mom asked. "Well, I asked the same thing. They present themselves as an all girl ensemble, sort of a reputation now, and all their advertising and notices show them as four young ladies. They don't want to have to have to upset everything by adding a male harpist and they're concerned for their image with three women playing other instruments while the harp is being played by a man when it seems as if it should appear to be the other way around. I didn't know, and I thought it would be such a good opportunity for Terry. Even Jill is sorry after I told her all about Terry and his skills with the harp, but business is business." "We're sorry too, Ms Jones, but thank you for the thought...Terry will be so disappointed. Good bye" Mom said, hanging up the phone. Mom told Dad, and together they broke the news to Terry. After having their hopes built up and Terry all excited over the chance to earn money...a lot of money to him...they were shattered. "Say, I have an idea that might change everything," Mom offered, "but you might think is crazy. Now hear me out before you yell. Terry, you're not very tall, you're slender, and very fair and I've often said you'd make a pretty girl." Before she could finish, Terry jumped up and said, "Oh No! I'm not going to pose as a girl! No Way! I don't want the job that badly." "Wait a minute, son," Dad interjected, trying to calm Terry. He picked up on the idea immediately. "Think of it as a disguise, a costume, a uniform, if you will. If you did it, no harm would be done and think of the money. And it could be the start of a musical career. Face it, Terry, you're not exactly a jock." It had always been a sore spot with Dad that Terry wasn't athletic or interested in sports. He was devoted to music and wanted to make it his career. "I don't know anything about being a girl...how to dress or act, I'll make a fool of myself," Terry said, trying to angle out of the prospect. "Don't worry, dear, I'll teach you everything you need to know," Mom eagerly reassured her son, soon to be a girl. "I don't know, I don't want anyone to know I am a boy dressed as a girl, especially my friends. Besides, Jill would never go for it." "I'm sure no one would recognize you, in fact I can assure you they wouldn't. Shall I call Ms Jones and ask her if it would work?" Mom offered. "Uh...well....okay, I guess so. It's crazy, but it might be worth it. I doubt if Jill will agree, though," Terry said dejectedly, "why should she? I'm nobody special and why should she bother when so many female harpists are available?" Mom told Ms Jones of the idea who then became all excited over the idea. She, too, had jokingly said Terry was too pretty to be a boy, and she felt he'd make a passable young lady. It seemed like an idea worth a try and she wanted to make amends for creating the false hope. When presented with the idea, and a sales pitch about Terry's talent for the harp from her mother, especially that Terry could also play the Celtic harp, Jill agreed to let Terry audition for the job since, she learned, it wasn't easy to find a woman harpist interested in part time work with so few hours. But he would have to audition as a girl. Jill knew her mother was a good judge of musical talent, but she wanted to see for herself if Terry could pass as the other gender. She knew Terry as a boy, but she couldn't imagine him as a girl. Now, Mom and Dad were excited again about the job, but Terry, faced with the reality of having to go through with this, had mixed feelings. It would be his first money paying job, and the money was very good, but having to work disguised as a girl...this scared him. But he needed a job and it would be better than making hamburgers. Mom, aware of his feelings, went to work on him to convince him that it was nothing to fear or be ashamed of. She was enthused to create the daughter she wished she had, even for a little while. "Lots of men in show business cross dress at times. It's part of the business. You're going to be a performer...think of it that way. Think of it as a challenge. Remember the movie 'Some Like It Hot' where the two male musicians joined an all girl band? True, it was a fictional story, but the actors made the movie playing women's parts." In that light, Terry began to accept the idea and reluctantly agreed to let his mother take over his transformation. Mom eagerly set about to gather the necessary items to make Terry into a passable young lady. When everything was ready, and a day before he was to audition for Jill, Mom summoned Terry for a dress rehearsal of their own. She had Terry take a long, hot bubble bath in the morning to relax and soften his skin, after which she rubbed his hairless body with skin softening lotion, and set his hair in curlers. Except for the small appendage in the front and the lack of breasts, his slender body appeared to be female. His small frame, soft white skin, and under developed muscles, along with his long hair would make it easy for him to look feminine. All the time he should have been exercising to develop his muscles and toning up his body like other boys his age, he was practicing his music resulting in a slightly effeminate physique. Mom started the dressing process by handing him a new pair of her white, nylon, lace trimmed panties which he put on with a great deal of hesitation. She and Terry were exactly the same size so clothing would not be a problem, especially since the plan was to make Terry look older than his 16 years. The thought and feel of tight nylon female undergarments against his skin began to arouse the young boy, reminding Mom to have him put on a panty girdle over the panties to further conceal his genitals just in case....to avoid embarrassment. She placed a bra on him and stuffed a single balled up stocking in each cup for a hint of breasts without too much development. Terry stood submissively as Mom pulled a full slip down over his raised arms and down his body, all the while explaining the need for each garment and complimenting him on how nice he looked to put him at ease. With the addition of each item, he was looking even more feminine. Standing in a slip, with the padded bra, he saw in the mirror, a slim young girl with long, blond hair in curlers and was amazed at how nice he looked, and more amazed at how nice it felt. Of this, he was thoroughly confused...he wasn't supposed to enjoy this. His organ was throbbing and tugging for release from it's lacy containment. He didn't dare touch it in the presence of his mother, but it was begging for attention. He wondered if Tony Curtis went through this in the making of the movie "Some Like It Hot." "I feel stupid wearing these things, Mom," Terry said defensively, because he was having self-doubts. He knew he should say that, be he was beginning to like his appearance and the way his mother was fussing with him. "Well don't be," she admonished, "You look wonderful...wait till we're done." Now, he was getting curious to see the finished product. He sat down on the bed to put on the tan colored thigh-high stockings Mom handed him. He needed no instruction. He had seen her put them on many times, but never knew how good they felt as he rolled them up his legs. The elastic tops held them up perfectly and made him aware that he was wearing hose. Mom helped Terry slip into a loose fitting flower patterned dress which also started over his head and fell down his figure, adjusting the waist and sleeves for a good fit. She zipped up the back, taking up the slack to fit his figure perfectly and showing off his new breasts. The full skirt fell to just below his knees. The dress had a high neckline, so Mom placed a pearl necklace on Terry to finish the look, along with small matching pearl earrings. A pair of white leather pumps with wide 2" heels went on Terry's feet, and he was completely dressed as a young lady older than 16 years. He stood and moved back and forth in front of the mirror, letting the skirt flounce around his legs, another new sensation for him. Seeing himself so completely transformed he forgot his apprehension and was impressed with his new look. And he especially liked the way everything fit and felt. "Well Terry dear, what do you think? How do you like it?" Mom asked. "It certainly is different...not bad...not as bad as I thought it would be. The clothes are comfortable, but do you really think I can fool everybody?" He was trying to be cool, but he loved it. "Oh, I don't have any doubt about that. Let's try a little makeup. With your girlish skin, it wont take much." Terry, for once, didn't cringe when Mom mentioned his girlish complexion. He usually hated when she said that, but now, dressed like a girl, he didn't seem to mind hearing it. She started by dabbing a trace of powder on his face, applying a touch of blush to highlight his cheek bones, and pink lipstick carefully outlining his lips and filling in. Finally, a second application of powder to set the lipstick. While he was sitting at the makeup table, she removed the curlers and brushed and arranged his hair so that it fell graciously upon his shoulders. She separated a bunch in front and, with a scissors, snipped them to form bangs upon his forehead. "What did you do!" Terry yelled at his mother. "You cut my hair!" he protested. "I just wanted to shape it into something a little prettier." "But I don't want it to be too permanent...I still am a boy, you know!" he reprimanded. "I cant go around with bangs." "Don't worry, we can conceal them later," she assured him. As a finishing touch, she applied matching polish to his fingernails which he kept well groomed so as not to interfere with the harp strings. He offered no resistance to this. Admittedly, he agreed that indeed he did look like a very pretty girl, something he'd heard all his life and had been tired of hearing. His slender figure, thin arms, fair skin, now in a dress and stockings, his hair girlishly falling upon his shoulders in graceful waves, pearl earrings peeking out from the blond strands. His red lips and blushing cheeks were definitely not that of a boy. This was a young woman. At this moment, Terry didn't feel like a boy anymore, either...he felt the way he looked. Yet he felt shy to appear this way, and his shyness only added to the feminine aura. He took on an attitude of serenity, of maturity, of... femininity. Mom sensed something different about him immediately. He moved more slowly, he became more cooperative, more submissive in working with her, asking questions and showing interest in what she was telling him about how to act ladylike, because, seeing it was now possible, he was committed to go through with this charade. He diligently practiced sitting in a skirt, crossing and uncrossing his legs, social gestures and graces, eye and hand movements while talking. It became a challenge to him. The whole day was consumed in "charm school". Mom had found a willing subject, and she loved every minute of it. At lunch, Terry learned how a young lady eats...certainly not as a teenage boy. He sat with his legs crossed at the ankles, knees together, a napkin folded in his lap, and eating slowly with small bites, using one hand, the other being off the table. And not talking with food in his mouth. After lunch, he graciously excused himself from the table and touched up his lipstick, discreetly. During the afternoon, as the lessons continued, Terry helped Mom make dinner. Mom was caught up with having a daughter and was giving Terry the crash course in how to be a woman, telling him probably more than he needed to know, ignoring the fact that Terry might not get the job and all this would be in vain. But Terry, looking and feeling like a woman, was now eager to learn and receptive of his mothers teaching. When Dad came home and saw his new daughter, he was both impressed and pleased but not surprised with the results. Terry, in full female attire and makeup, greeted him at the door with a mock curtsy and a hug, something he'd never before done to his father. Somehow, now, it felt right, and Dad didn't resist. "Dad, you were right...it's not as bad as I expected. I think I'll be able to fool everybody. What do you think?" as he twirled around for his dad to view from all angles. "I'm impressed! You're beautiful! I cant wait to see what Jill thinks." Having a son who spent all his time playing a harp, Dad wasn't too disappointed seeing his son wearing a dress. Whatever made the boy happy, he thought. Maybe he should have been a girl. "Tomorrow we'll find out," Mom added. After dinner, Terry volunteered to do the dishes. Both his parents took notice of this and smiled at each other. "Terry certainly is a different person, and I don't mean just his looks. Have you noticed?" Dad asked Mom. "Yes, he seems to have changed. I think it's his new female persona. All this teaching I've been giving him...he's not the teenage boy we're used to. You know? I think I like the change," Mom said. "I think I do too," added Dad as he watched Terry moving around the kitchen in a dress and apron doing cleanup and looking content. "He seems so happy." Afterwards, Terry joined them in the living room and sat down at the harp, flared out his dress as Mom had shown him, and entertained them on the Celtic harp with classical and popular music. That night, at bedtime, as Terry removed his makeup and put his hair in curlers as Mom had shown him, she presented Terry with a long nylon nightgown to sleep in. "You'll sleep better in this, dear. It's a new gown, and it's yours to keep no matter what happens. I think you'll like it." She was right...he loved the feel of the soft nylon against his skin and the thought of wearing it aroused him. Before he fell asleep, he rubbed his rigid organ through the soft fabric, recalling the days events and how he felt, and what tomorrow would bring. The whole idea was pleasurful and brought him to a massive orgasm which he caught in his tissue lined hand, being careful not to get his new gown soiled. In the morning, waking with another massive erection, Terry finished himself while thinking of wearing pretty clothes again and how they felt. He took a warm bath, powdered himself, and got dressed with fresh underwear Mom had left for him. He wrestled with the bra, then dutifully stuffed the cups. He put on everything else without hesitation...he enjoyed yesterday. Today's dress was different. It was a plain cotton dress in Navy blue, with white buttons all the way down the front. He had a little problem with the buttons because they were on the reverse side of what he was used to, but he struggled through it. He put on dark blue hose, and matching shoes with 2 inch heels. He removed the curlers and brushed his hair. The bangs were still there and perfect, for a girl, and he still wondered how he would conceal them later, but now, he was less concerned.. Mom came in and praised him for dressing so well by himself, the put on his makeup, carefully instructing him as she proceeded. She finished with a white bead necklace to match his buttons and matching clip-on earrings. The narrow heels took some getting used to for Terry, but he walked around the house until he was confident. The dress forced him to take small steps which made his movements look even more feminine. Arriving for the audition, Terry was introduced to Jill who saw him for the first time as a girl. She knew Terry as a boy but she hadn't seen him in a long time. Jill was immediately impressed with his feminine appearance, although Terry was blushing and began to feel uneasy again. He was thinking that Jill was an extremely attractive girl and here, he, a boy, was wearing the same clothing she was...he too was an attractive girl, and he was experiencing the same tactile sensations from feminine clothing that she was. He wasn't yet used to being as a girl with other girls. The whole concept aroused him. Thankfully, he was wearing a panty girdle again or the bulge would have been noticeable. Jill introduced Terry to the other girls in the ensemble but didn't reveal Terry's true gender. They accepted him as a female and welcomed him to rehearse with them. Terry, feeling a little more at ease, sat down at the harp, hiked up his skirt a little, and positioned himself in the playing position with the harp against his stocking clad legs and exposing the lace of his slip. Noticing this, he sheepishly looked up at Jill, who was watching him, and began to blush again. Jill smiled at the sight of this beautiful creature before her, wearing nylons and lingerie under such a pretty dress, was actually a boy. And he did have very attractive legs. She whispered to Terry that when they performed in public, they usually wear long gowns so modesty wont be a problem. Turning her attention to the group, Jill instructed them to begin playing a selection to test Terry's skills of playing in an ensemble. Terry played to perfection, impressing the others, especially Jill. After they were finished with several selections, Jill quietly told Terry he was hired. His harp skills were indeed more than adequate and his appearance as a young lady was equally great. The announcement was made, and the girls all joined in welcoming him as their new harpist and fawned over his hair and clothes and how nice he looked. "Can I tell them? They're going to find out eventually," Jill whispered to Terry. He shrugged, implying 'what's the use' and nodded affirmation. "Girls, I have a secret to tell you, and remember, it must stay here. As you know, we've had a great deal of trouble finding a woman harpist. Terry is a pupil of my mother's and came to us highly recommended. Mother was certainly correct in her choice except for one minor detail." The girls looked puzzled, but waited for an explanation. What fault did Terry have? "You see, Terry isn't actually a woman." "So she's a young girl, so what? Semantics..big deal!" someone said. A minor point, they all agreed. "Well...not exactly," Jill continued, trying to be subtle. "Terry isn't a girl either, actually, she's a boy." The group was instantly silent, then they started to applaud in acceptance. They rushed over to Terry and hugged him and praised him for his disguise and his ability to fool them, and how cute he was. The compliments piled on. Terry had expected to be teased or embarrassed but was instead, even more accepted as one of the girls. Jill went on to explain why he did this and how he was actually helping them out of a bind. They had a wedding coming up shortly and were desperate to find a harpist so they really appreciated what he was doing besides the novelty of cross dressing to become such a pretty girl. The group continued rehearsing that day and the following day, where Terry continued to show up in dresses. In fact, at Jill's suggestion, and without argument, he attended all the rehearsals as a girl. The girls adopted him as their little sister and continued his feminization with enthusiasm. They helped him with his hair styles, giving him pointers on different looks, and convinced him to wear lipstick constantly to condition his lips, even if it was a light pink shade. He became very adept at applying his own lipstick without a mirror. Jill provided him with the gown that the girls wore for their performances, and Mom altered it to fit him. It was black chiffon, ankle length, with a full skirt, and matching high heels which Terry had to learn to walk in. He also had to learn to operate the pedals of the harp with the heels. The dress had a wide, square neckline which required a strapless bra to be worn. This took some engineering to create a little cleavage for Terry while, at the same time, not sliding down.. Mom got him a Wonder Bra to mold the flesh of his nearly flat chest into the padded cups, and used a little makeup to paint the illusion of cleavage. Her skill worked and Terry had real looking breasts, now much to his pleasure. When Mom first saw Terry in the gown, she cried at his beauty. He, too, was pleased with his appearance. She was even more convinced in her own mind that he was meant to be a girl. The day of the wedding, his first public performance, he arrived at the church in a street dress and makeup and joined the other girls in a dressing room to change into their gowns. They undressed and changed in front of Terry and each other, helping with zippers, etc. Terry thought he'd be embarrassed being in the company of the other girls while they changed, but he had now become completely comfortable as a girl and felt as one of them. And, after all, he was wearing the same things as the other girls. He didn't see himself as a boy in a room full of girls, rather that he was a girl like the others, so he didn't get aroused by them. The performance went well at the ceremony and the reception that followed, the Brides parents were pleased with the music, and the group was paid their fee, along with a generous tip and much praise for the four young ladies. Terry received his share of the profits, and seeing the amount of money, was convinced that he had made the right decision...that it was worth the sacrifice of performing en femme. With renewed enthusiasm, he was excited to repeat the performance at another wedding which, he learned was next weekend. This meant two nights of rehearsals and the performance, and he was going to spend a lot of time as a girl. In fact, he spent most of the Summer as a young lady because it was too much trouble to try to swap genders since he was now too feminine looking to try to be a boy. In fact, even as a boy, he was mistaken for a girl. He continued in his identity as a girl, keeping his hair fashioned and wearing red lipstick constantly, even though he mostly wore jeans and tee shirts (with a bra) with the encouragement of his mother and reluctant consent of Dad. To the delight of his musician sisters, he had his ears pierced so he could wear a wider selection of dangling earrings. Over time, he spent some of his earnings acquiring a new wardrobe of women's clothes, including some proper fitting and very real looking breast forms, with the aid of Mom who was delighted with the fact that Terry was now serious about looking like a real woman. In the Fall, Terry started his senior year of high school. It took a lot of effort to change his appearance to being a boy again. His skin had become very smooth and soft from all the beauty aids he had been using, and his lips were especially soft and full looking from the constant application of lipstick. with his hair still long, although trimmed to a unisex style, he looked like a girl disguised as a boy and he felt that way. He had to make a conscious effort to act masculine, difficult after spending three months as a girl. Fortunately for Terry, there were fewer performances for the ensemble. There was fewer weddings, but the group did get jobs performing at private parties where Terry played the Celtic harp. For those occasions, he'd dress without altering his features too much. He didn't wear a gown at these parties, but instead wore regular party dresses. He was so comfortable wearing girls clothing, it wouldn't take him long to change. And he was now able to fit even a sleeveless or off the shoulder party dress very well with his soft skin and breast forms. Somehow, the girls in school sensed something different about Terry, because they were attracted to him as never before. He didn't act aggressive like the other boys. They become more attentive to him, But, he showed little more than platonic interest in the girls. His first love was his music, and he had grown to be happier as a girl rather than as boy pursuing girls. In the persona of a girl, he sometimes wondered what it would be like be pursued by a boy. Terry became very popular playing the Celtic harp at the parties, receiving many requests to play solos. In time, he got job offers to appear as a solo performer, a young lady playing the Celtic harp and singing old folk songs. He had developed the ability to sing in a tenor voice, or contralto as he appeared. This brought him even more money to be saved for his college fund. But more, it gained him exposure and publicity which required him to spend more time as a woman, something he now preferred to do, anyway. After high school graduation, he started college towards a degree in music, while still continuing his professional appearances as a female harpist. With the consent of his parents and the aid of his family physician, he started on a regimen of hormones to further enhance his feminine physique. He wanted his breasts to enlarge, which they began to do in a short time. He attended classes as a girl, which was easy with his androgynous name, and made it easy to keep up his feminine appearance for his part-time work. He was too effeminate to pass as a boy anymore which he didn't care to be anyway. During one of his performances at a private party, a young man approached Terry, now a very feminine and attractive young lady, and offered her a drink. They became acquainted and Terry wound up letting the man drive her home. At the door, he kissed her, Terry's first kiss ever, and by a man! It was a light kiss on the lips, but one she'll never forget. He asked her for a date, and she accepted without hesitation. Telling Mom of her new experience, Mom, who now accepted Terry as her daughter, had mixed emotions about what happened or was going to happen. She reminded Terry of her true gender and warned her of the possible consequences of discovery. As is usual with a young person receiving unsolicited advice, Terry denied any possibly of disclosure and decided to continue her relationship with the man. On their first date, Terry and Jim went to dinner and a show. Jim was very polite and smitten with Terry's charm and beauty. They held hands throughout the show, and later, went for a walk, Jim's arm around Terry. She enjoyed his touch and felt secure with him. The effect of the hormones made her feel like a real woman and dispelled any thoughts that Terry was really male. Returning to Jim's car, they went for a drive and parked at a scenic spot to view the moon. Jim made his move and kissed Terry passionately. She submitted to his advances, as his tongue searched her mouth while his hands roamed her body. He caressed her breasts, now real. She placed her hand on his to retain it while he touched her hard nipple. Her maleness was rigid and throbbing painfully, but well hidden in the confines of her panty girdle. Her pent-up emotions were released as she continued to submit to Jim's touching and kissing. She returned every kiss. He wanted more but she stopped him. "Not yet...we don't know each other very well," Terry admonished, coming up for air. Jim, being a gentleman, respected her wishes and backed off. But he continued to touch and fondle her affectionately on the trip home. Terry loved him as a woman and Jim loved Terry for the woman he thought she was. They continued to date frequently for several months until the time came when Jim practically begged Terry to submit to him. Terry wanted to have sex with the man she loved, but knew it was not to be. She had to reveal herself to him. They went to Jim's apartment for an evening of television. She had decided that this was going to be the night...it was now or never. As the evening progressed, they drew closer and started to kiss and pet. When the petting got heavy, Terry drew back. "Jim, honey, I've got something to tell you and I don't want you to hate me." "What could you possibly tell me to make you hate you...I love you, Terry." "And I love you too, Jim...but there's something you don't know about me." "I know everything about you, my love...I want to marry you." Terry was surprised to hear this. It was the first time the subject of marriage had come up between them. The emotional effect of the hormones kicked in and Terry began to cry. Jim, comforted her in his arms. "I cant marry you, my darling...I want to, but I cant," she sobbed. "What do you mean you cant? Why cant you? Are you already married or something?" "No, it's not that. Here's why," she said as she placed his hand under her skirt, between her legs. She was wearing only panties and no girdle, prepared for the exposure. Her flaccid penis presented a bulge where there shouldn't have been one. Jim felt it, then gently gripped it through the lacy panties, then proceeded to rub it to rigidity while he kissed her hard. "You're all woman to me, Terry. If I didn't know you so well, and hadn't fallen in love with you, I'd be angry, but I've only known you as a woman, and you're the woman I love. This extra appendage doesn't stop me. I still want you to be my wife." Terry grabbed him and kissed him long and wet and hugged him till he couldn't breath. "Yes, my love, I want to be your wife more than anything. I'll even have surgery to please you." "There's no need for that. We can live together as husband and wife as you are. You're woman enough for me and, after all, sex isn't the only thing in a marriage. No one ever needs to know your true gender....but it's your choice if you want to undergo the change. I like you the way you are." With that, they made love, pleasuring each other orally and manually, in a multiple of positions. It was just the beginning. Terry and Jim eloped to Las Vegas to get married. They found a Justice of the Peace who didn't ask too many questions and performed the service, and they returned home as husband and wife. Terry finished her education in music and continued to perform professionally as a female Celtic and Classic harpist at parties and weddings. She happily was a wife to Jim while he continued in his career. The effeminate boy harpist had found happiness as the woman he was meant to be and was totally accepted as a woman by all. The End