One Small Mistake - Part One free porn video

A Small Mistake - by Rachel Ann Cooper (C) 2000 It was the summer after grade school. Next year we would be freshmen. I admit I had been called 'fresh' once or twice. My boyhood pal Calvin and I had just celebrated the opening of the swimming pool and were just hanging out at the mall one evening. Two things had happened of significance that spring. We had both realized a certain interest in girls and both had decided to grow our hair out to at least a shag. We both wore it pretty full but wanted it longer. Actually, there WAS one other thing. When I had asked my dad for a raise in my allowance to cover the cost of partying that summer, he had bluntly refused stating, "Cory, it's time you learned the value of a dollar. Go find a job." Simple, direct and to the point. In his 35 years and 13 I'd known him, he'd always been able to cut right to the chase. Fortunately for me, mom was easier and he wasn't at home much. Nonetheless, when he said something, it became law. Well, I tried. I really did, and Cal got lucky and scored one at the mall ice cream shop. What a dream job. Four nights a week and every day for lounging around the pool with over $30 take home pay every week and all the ice cream you could stomach. I was jealous. It was getting late in May and I was lamenting my lack of success to the girl next door, Francine or Frankie as we called her. Her reply was, "Hey, I have more work than I can handle. Why don't you try baby sitting? I think you'd be a natural, Cory." "Me? Babies? I don't think so Frankie." "Well, maybe not babies to start with but you could certainly look out for toddlers and up. Why don't you give it a try? I'll refer the next call I can't handle to you, OK?" "I guess so. I AM getting desperate for money. Ten dollars a week barely makes a show and popcorn." And so it was only about two days and the phone rang on Saturday morning while I was playing Nintendo. "Hello. Is this Corrine? Frankie referred me to you dear. I'm Mrs. Gordon. Could you babysit for us tonight at seven?" I was dumbfounded. She never let me get a word in, so I just let the name fly on by and hoped that they'd be as desperate as I was and let me do it when I showed up. So, I agreed to do it and threw a little extra pizzaz into my voice just for fun. Mrs. Gordon gave me the address and phone and I promised to show up to watch Karen and Linda, ages 5 and 7. When I called and told Frankie she was very pleased and said, "Come on over and tell me all about it." So, I did. Frankie thought it was cute that I had gone along with Mrs. Gordon calling me Corrine. "She didn't catch on Cory?" "Guess not. Cal's and my voice haven't really changed yet. Why?" "The Gordon's have actually said something about preferring girls to sit with their kids but hey, they may not cancel when they see you. However, they're probably going to be upset with ME." "And I'm going to lose a sitting job for you. I don't much like that idea." "Maybe, unless..." "Unless what? I don't like that look on your face Frankie. I've seen it before. What's bouncing around in there?" "Unless we could make you a little cuter is all. You could come over here after dinner and I could like, fix you up a littleThey might not catch on." "You have GOT to be kidding! I'd never be able to pass myself off as a girl Frankie if THAT'S what you're thinking." "Oh, PLEASE Corrine. I've known you for six years. You and Cal are the most UN dude-ish guys I know. Fluff up your hair, clip in my fall, a blouse, change of shoes and maybe a little light lipstick and I think you'd be really cute," she exclaimed waving her arms around while pointing at the various areas she just covered. "You think so? So what does that say about how I look NOW huh?" "Do we need to GO there Cory?" "You're right Frankie. Maybe I'd rather not. OK. I'll come by but if it gets too freaky, I'm outta here. Deal?" "Sure. Deal." I went home to ponder this. Did I just make a deal with the devil? What was this girl friend of mine getting me into? It was true that Cal and I had, once or twice, remarked on what girl's clothing might be like and how pretty some of it was but I never thought the day would come when either of us would wear any of it. However, after dinner, I rushed over to her place as time was short. Frankie's mom was off on weekends and that made me nervous but at least I wouldn't have to deal with her dad who was off on assignment in the middle east. He was helping straighten out the telephone system in Dubai. "Hi Mrs. Grant." "Hello Cory. You two have a date?" "US," I replied incredulously? "Uh, no Mom," said Frankie. "I'm helping Cory out with a little employment problem. We'll be in my room for a little while, OK?" "Sure honey." On the way to her room- - -"Well Frankie, that was the easy part. What's the plan and how am I going to get out of here when you're done re-arranging me?" "One thing at a time girlfriend." "When I entered her decidedly girly room, on the bed, apparently in order of importance from the skin out was what she had in mind beginning with lacy nylon panties. "Jeeze Frankie. I thought this was just going to be a couple little things!" "Honey, for a GIRL, this IS just a couple little things. My rollers are already hot. Sit down and let me do something with that hair. You really should let it grow." "Cal and I have already decided to do that but not for the reason YOU seem to have in mind." "Just sit and let me do my magic. You may both want to re-examine your reasons." She spritzed me with water or something that smelled nice and began rolling my hair. When she was done and my head was full of hot rollers she said, "OK. Strip." "WHOA lady. I have a little modesty left." "I know. That's why I have this control panty for you. It will help control your shape in the jeans. I think all of this will fit you. Go in the bathroom if you want to but put on the panties and the girdle." "Alright. I'm going." So I went in and took everything off and put the new things on. Man, was that stretch panty small and squished me something awful until I moved things around a little. When I looked down and realized how smooth I looked, it made me hard but having nowhere to go killed that idea. When I walked out she was holding the next item, a modest sized bra that would mark me as a girl for sure. Frankie had definitely outgrown that one. I stood there while she fastened it around me and fluffed up my chest to almost fill the cups then put it a pair of light weight socks underneath and I had cleavage. I was stunned. "This could work Cory. So much so that I think you'd better borrow MY bike to ride over there." "This is scary Frankie. I feel...odd." "Not as odd as you're GOING to feel. " "Put on these knee highs and then the blouse." I did. "OK, now stuff the blouse into the panty and put on the jeans." I did. Now I knew why girl's tops almost never came out of their jeans and skirts! As I was stuffing the blouse I became very aware of my new appendages and when the jeans came up and fit me like a second skin, I got goose bumps. A little smile crept onto my face I'm afraid. They were stretchy and felt really good. Frankie did not miss that. "Why Corrine honey, I think you are beginning to enjoy this. Are you?" "I sure hope not Frankie. This is an embarrassing way to make a buck." "Not a buck, sixteen of them in one night. Just think what a couple more nights a week could do!" "I'm thinking. I'm thinking- - -and wondering if it's worth it. What if someone sees me? I'll be laughed out of school." "When I'm through with you, being seen will be the least of your problems." "Now just what does THAT mean?" "Let's just say that I know my way around a makeup table, OK?" "Yeah, I'll grant you that. You look more like 16, not 13." "And so will you my sweet. Watch!" Frankie began taking out the rollers and my hair sprang back in coils. Then she began teasing the top, fluffing the sides a little and brushing it smooth. "Wow Frankie. This is kind of the look Cal and I were talking about with longer hair." "Like it? We're not done. Now the fall. Cute!" "OUCH! I thought you said just a little lipstick?" "Well, I changed my mind. Hold still." I did, but not without wincing while she 'cleaned up' my brows as she put it. She had me facing her so I now could not look in the big mirror behind the vanity. She put mascara on me and then some blush and painted my lips a rose frost according to the tube. "You'd better take this with you in case you need a touch up later and you'll need a purse too. Here, take this white one. It will match those sexy flats you're going to wear." "Oh no! I thought I could just wear sneakers." "Oh, YES. Put them on. You're going to be amazed. Now, walk over to my closet and open the door." I did, and what my eyes saw was unbelievable, to ME anyway. It was- - -like- - -really, really scary because I couldn't see Cory. He'd been submerged behind this cute teen ager. "DAMN girl, am I good or what?" "Oh, wow Frankie! I can't believe it. I won't be able to concentrate on my job." "See. I told you. Still feel odd?" "Yeah but...pretty too. Wow! I guess you were right. Nobody is going to recognize me like this." *I felt my fear dissolving and excitement increasing.* "Hey, it's almost time. I need to run." "Yes, you do. My bike's in the garage. Let's go." "I feel so different with these clothes and makeup Frankie, like, I'm not me anymore. I can't believe your stuff fits me so well." "Maybe in more ways than you know Corrine!" As we started through the living room, Frankie's mom was just coming out of the laundry with a basket of clothes. "What happened to Cory? OH MY GAWD!!!" She dropped the basket right on her foot but it didn't seem to faze her. "Cory?" "Yes ma'am." "You're gorgeous, delicious, beautiful! You've blossomed!" I felt the blush start as I got a tightness in my chest. I thought I was having a heart attack. Breathing became difficult and I knew I was red as a beet but managed to stammer out, "th...th...thank you." "Is this what you meant with the employment help Frankie?" I sat catching my breath. "Well, Cory...I mean Corrine here couldn't find a job and I've got too many but the Gordon's don't care for boy sitters and I just thought that maybe..." "OK honey. No need to run on. Cory has finally come out of the closet! I think I get the picture. PICTURE! Hold on. Let me get the camera. How ARE you with this Cor.rine?" While I was answering, she was posing me and flashing away with her digital camera. "It's really hard to describe how I feel Mrs. Grant. I'm scared to death and excited at the same time and then there is the money I could make. If the Gordon's don't kill me I guess it might be alright. Oh, I don't know..." "Now honey don't stress out over this. You won't be the first boy to go in drag for money. That's how John Lithgow got his big break playing a transsexual football player in 'The World According to Garp' ." "Really? Third Rock from the Sun?" "Yep." "Well, I'll be darned. OK. I'll do my best. Thanks." "Just one thing Corrine. That walk needs a little work. This will just take a minute. Walk away from us and put a little wiggle in it." I walked. "Too much. Again please." I walked some more. "Better. That should do. Just remember a nice, easy sway. You're not a runway model, at least, not YET " "Don't tease her mother. She's nervous enough already." "You're right dear. Better get on with it then Corrine. See you later." After I left: "Well Frankie. I hope you're proud of yourself. You just took one of the two most effeminate boys I've ever seen and turned him into the cutest girl in school." "I know! I just LOVE it when a plan comes together. She'll be a boy magnet and I'll get the overflow." "OK Frankie but this is going to cause repercussions, I just know it. Not that I'm surprised to see that he's gorgeous as a girl! I hope his parents don't have me thrown in jail for letting you do this." "Mom, you know there is NO way I could FORCE Cory to do this. I just 'reasoned' with him." I got to the Gordon's and was really amazed at how easily the introductions and instructions went. They were expecting a girl and as far as they could see they got one. I had been wondering why some people called me 'miss' on the phone. Now I knew. I not only looked like a girl, I sounded like one too. And Frankie put Cal and me in the same pot? I sure didn't know how he was going to take that let alone how he was going to take ME! How would I explain the money except to let him in on the scam? Karen and Linda had their instructions as well which must have included not giving the sitter a hard time because they were reasonably quiet and well behaved and didn't scream when I started them off to bed at 8. *So, this is baby sitting huh? Not too bad and not too much work either. Maybe this won't be so awful after all- - - but the clothes and everything... *Holy cow Batgirl! How am I ever going to get away with this dual identity stuff? I don't have a mask and a cave!* I sat there fitfully watching TV and feeding my face until the Gordon's got home. I noted with some interest that I paraded past their glass wall in the dining room several times and each time was a little more comfortable with how I looked but just as aroused by it and when I sat I also put my feet up in the recliner. I had to admit that skimmer flats looked pretty cute on my feet. Could I be liking this dressing up for it's own sake, getting off on looking like a foxy chick, enjoying the clothes and makeup? Was it perhaps a sexual thing? My panties sure got lumpy when I walked past that wall. Was it just for the money or would I do it just for fun if I had the chance? Or, did this run much deeper than turning a buck? Perfectly good questions for which I had no answer. When they got home, Mrs. Gordon asked me if there were any problems to which I assured her 'no' and Mr. Gordon paid me. That was the good part. He even gave me a $5.00 tip and, seeing that I hadn't trashed the place, invited me to sit again and I agreed without even thinking about it. What had I just done? Peddling back to Frankie's a little after 11, I had some time for more reflection as the trip was a no brainer. Well, that's what I thought, but then about half way there I realized that I was NOT a boy peddling home to the casual observer but a GIRL and I finally admitted that 'she' was a babe and a target. The things that happen to girls ran through my head and I peddled faster. I swung into the Grant's driveway and realized that there were no lights on at all except for a dim, non flickering one in the living room. They were in BED! Time to panic! Then again, maybe not. Our lights were off too. Mom was, if not asleep, surely in bed. I could sneak in, get to my room and get everything off and slip into bed. Parking Frankie's bike behind a bush, I walked around our house and let myself in the back door as it was the furthest from Mom's bedroom. I heard myself clicking across the kitchen floor and took off my flats. Then I padded past Mom's door in my nylon clad feet and into my room. Just as I was closing the door, I saw the light from her room as it came on. I continued to shut the door quickly. "Is that you honey?" "Yes, Mom. I'm going straight to bed. See you in the morning," I said a little too sweetly. *Now I'm talking like I look. Must be a carry over from the Gordon's. This is going to get complicated. I could forget what I'm wearing sometime. I could act like Corrine in my boy clothes. Bummer!* Taking off all of Frankie's things, I put them into a box I had in the closet. Then I put on some undershorts and a tee shirt and went to bed. That was when I realized that I still had her fall in my hair so I unclipped it and put it in the box too. *Boy, that was close.* The next morning I got up late and stumbled into the kitchen to find my Mom on the phone. I got out some bread, put it in the toaster, poured some OJ and sat down. When she got off the phone she said, "Are you sure you didn't have a date last night? You're fairly glowing and it looks like you've been kissing somebody. Pretty shade. Is she cute?" She may as well have hit me with a brick! She hadn't said anything about the eyebrows...yet! I immediately went to the hall mirror without a word where I saw what she saw...and dived for the nearest chair where my head took a swim. I had forgotten to remove the makeup!!! I was still WAY too cute, a fact that my mother could NOT have missed. Traces of ALL the makeup were there and my HAIR was obviously curly and poofed on top. I also reasoned that there was now makeup all over my pillow case. My deep blue shadowed eyes fairly popped out of my head. *Think FAST Cory!* I felt like a race car driver who had just hit the wall in the fourth turn of the first lap. How would I explain all this away? My mother never gave me reason to believe that Carolyn Ford was STUPID! "Come sit. Your toast is ready and I think we need to talk. What do YOU think young man?" "I think I'm in deep stuff Mom, like, up to my chin in quicksand." "Maybe just up to your arm pits dear. Tell me about this job you had last night and what happened. Did you enjoy it and the money you made?" "Oh yeah Mom. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be and Mr. Gordon gave me a $5.00 tip. I kind of liked it." "Uh-huh. And where are the clothes you were wearing? There was nothing but my things in the hamper this morning." "I-uh-they're still in my room Mom." That was the truth. *Go with truth.* "Well, bring them here. I need to toss them in to make a load. NOW please." *BUSTED!* She knew exactly what I was wearing last night and those clothes were at Frankie's. All women notice stuff like that, especially Mom's. On my way to the room my mind was racing a mile a minute. Hell, TEN miles a minute and yet nothing came to me that she was even remotely going to believe except the truth. *Well, the truth is so wild she just may believe it.* Going into my closet, I retrieved the box and slowly walked back into the kitchen with it. "You put your clothes in a box? What on earth for?" "I had to borrow some clothes for the job Mom. The box was for returning them. I hope you'll understand," I said as I placed the box before her. The first things she saw upon lifting the lid were the purse, shoes and fall. She said nothing but went on to inspect the entire contents of the box. She placed all the washables in the laundry pile as if they were my clothes without saying a word. "May I ask just whose clothes these are and why you were wearing them to babysit? And here, these hose need to be hand washed so YOU get to wash them." At this point there was only one thing I had to be thankful for. She was not looking daggers at me. Instead, a Mona Lisa smile was on her face as she began my thorough interrogation. So, what do you do when you're backed into a corner? Blame it on someone else, right? "It was Frankie's idea Mom. The Gordon's don't like boy sitters and so I went along with it." "And they didn't know? The kids didn't figure it out either? Kids are sharp. They didn't ask if you were really a boy?" "No ma'am." "Call her up and get her over here. I want to talk to her face to face about turning my son into a passable girl. NOW!" There was no smile in that word. I called and got Frankie. "Uh, hi Frankie. Could you come over for a few minutes? Great. Thanks." I was not ABOUT to warn her over the phone in front of my mother. She showed up about three minutes later and I met her at the door. Unfortunately we were in ear shot of Mom. "Thanks for hiding my bike Cory. I'm sorry we weren't up. Is everything OK?" She gave me an extremely knowing and inquisitive look to which I had no way to respond except, "sort of. Mom wants to talk to you." "Good morning Frankie. Would you like some OJ," asked Mom? "No, thank you Mrs. Ford." Mom moved the now covered box over in front of Frankie who just stared at it. "Open it up Frankie," she said. "OH!" The shoes, purse and fall were still in there. "Yes young lady. OH! He still looks VERY cute. The other clothes are in the laundry for this morning. So, just what did you two cook up and what do you think I should do about it?" "I'm really sorry. It was all my fault, really. I have so many people asking me to sit and Cory needs the money but the Gordon's don't care for boy sitters and I just had the idea that he might be able to pass and he did. Then we went to bed before he could get the clothing back to me and I still had his clothes." "So I see. And how did you manage all that in one breath? Never mind. Anyway, was this a one time thing or do you two have some more plans for gender bending?" "I have a lot more work than I can handle Mrs. Ford." "That is NOT responsive to the question dear. Cory, are you planning to continue to do this girly thing to earn your money or not?" "Just how upset with me would you be Mom?" "You're still up to your arm pits. Keep treading. I'm trying to decide." "You should see him Mrs. Ford. He's really darling as a girl." "Oh for pity's sake Frankie. I don't need YOU to tell me that. Just look at the residual effects! I've been wondering about that ever since he and Cal began to fill out a little. What are you going to tell Cal, Cory? He's probably going to be jealous." "I have NO idea Mom. Does this mean you'll let me do it? Really?" "I'm still thinking about it. Go scrub your face while I talk with Frankie." I knew what she was up to. The scrub was just an excuse to talk to Frankie. So I went and I scrubbed. However, the waterproof mascara stayed. There must have been some really good dye in that lipstick too because it didn't disappear either and of course I now had beautifully arched eyebrows. *Damn Corrine. You're still cute!* I brushed and fluffed my hair a little. Have mercy. I had just PRIMPED and it felt natural! "Frankie, I believe you have unleashed a monster. We've always known how Cal and Cory leaned but we WERE hoping for a different outcome!" "I'm really sorry Mrs. Ford. It just seemed so- - -natural and my Mom was totally blown away by her...I mean...him." "She saw her.. I mean him...oh hell, HER?" "I think her words were something like, 'awesome, gorgeous and beautiful'." "Do you really have that much work that this could be financially rewarding for Corrine?" "Absolutely. And it would only be for the summer." "Don't promise what you can't deliver Frankie. Someone is bound to see 'her' and ask her out and then she'll be wanting her own boobs, dresses and high heels. Just wait and see." "That isn't necessarily so Mrs. Ford. Corrine has never said anything about liking boys that way." "Maybe, but I think the next time Mr. Ford calls home, we are going to be on the phone a while. We've never encouraged her femininity but now the genie is out of the bottle and may not want to return. I'm glad we've had this chance to talk Frankie. All I ask is that you don't go out of your way to accelerate anything that might be going on in Cory's head, alright?" "Sure Mrs. Ford. I'm glad you aren't really angry with me." "Ah, you're back Cory. you still look..." "I know Mom. I don't know how to take mascara off and the dye in the lipstick is pretty good." "You have lovely eyes dear and pouty lips like a model." "Thanks Mom." "Frankie tells me she has lots more work for you. Are you up for it? As Corrine?" "It did feel kind of neat Mom. It's more work being a girl but I sort of liked it and the being pretty part. Yes, I'll earn my spending money as Corrine if it's OK with you. I've had no luck finding a 'straight' job." "For the time being, OK. However some of that money is going to have to go into clothing and makeup and I reserve the right to shut you down at any time, understood?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good. Now why don't you two run along. I have some thinking to do." We went over to Frankie's and vegged out watching TV. A little while later the phone rang and it was Cal. "It's for you Cory. It's Cal." "Hey bro. Where ya been," he asked? "Sorry I missed breakfast." [for quite some time, Cal & Cory had been joined at the hip. Not surprising considering their innate bond of femininity. They did everything together and Cal practically lived at Cory's house, sometimes even sleeping over and caught a lot of breakfasts at the Ford's.] "I had to work last night." "You got a job? This is great. I want to hear all about this. Can I come over?" "Uh-sure Cal. I guess so. See ya." "I guess you heard? He's coming over." "Yes Cory, I heard. I also know what's running through your head but why don't we just let nature take it's course here." "Oh, right! And Cal isn't going to notice all the things Mom noticed? Hair, lashes, lipstick? Like, gimme a BREAK girl." "Well, so maybe he does. We'll explain it to him. He's your friend. He leans your way. He'll understand." "I'm glad you have so much faith Frankie. Mind if I pray?" "If it will calm you down, sure " About five minutes later we heard the screech of bike rubber and Cal was knocking at the front door. Corrine's Mom answered it. "Hi Cal. They're in the TV room." "Thanks Mrs. G." I got up when he came in the room and he high fived me and plopped into a chair. "So, what's this about work bro? Tell all." "I sort of substituted for Frankie on a babysitting job last night." "Really? Neat. Make any money?" "$21.00 including tip." "Now I AM impressed. Wait a minute. You SUBSTITUTED for her? Hold ON bud. Like you, you didn't...naw, you didn't really...but something about you is different though Cory. What is it?" "He DID substitute for me Cal. What's the word...literally? And yes, something is different about him. Try and guess." "Wait a minute. You little snot! You dressed up like a GIRL? That's IT. Your eyes and your lips and your hair. Something's different." "Mom, can I borrow your camera for a few minutes?" "Sure Frankie." "Come on Cal. Let me hook this up to my computer. You ain't gonna believe it. That old 'picture is worth a thousand words' thing is SO true and we can do it on a 17 inch screen." We went into Frankie's room and she hooked up the camera and called up the program and began uploading the image file. "Here Cal. Sit down and run through numbers 5 through 12 and see what you think." Cal sat down and clicked on the first one and opened it full screen. The shocked expression on his face was worth every cent I earned. I would have paid it gladly to preserve that moment. "I don't believe it! She's a ringer. You could never be that pretty." He moved through the images-slowly and silently after that. "Ever see that movie with Dustin Hoffman called "Tootsie" Cal asked? "Once on Tvland I think," I responded to Cal. "You are WAY prettier than him or any other guy I've ever seen Cory. WOW!" "That's very uh-sweet of you to say Cal. You mean it?" "Of course I mean it, I'm..." "Jealous Calvin," asked Frankie? "I was GOING to say AMAZED Frankie. Why would I be jealous?" "Oh, I don't know. Just a thought I suppose. Peas...pods...that sort of thing ." "Hey, just because my friend makes a great looking chick doesn't mean I could...would. What are you using for a name?" "Corrine." "Your Mom know?" "Both of them." "And they don't mind?" Frankie responded, "My Mom took the pictures and Corrine's Mom hasn't really seen her yet but no, they don't seem to mind. Why?" "Nothing. Just curious." "Haven't you even wondered what it's like Cal? A pretty dress? Hose? Heels? Looking pretty," teased Frankie? "No!" "You're lying Cal. We've talked about it a couple times and you know it," shot Cory. "And you couldn't take your eyes of Lauri Anderson last week at the mall." "She's a babe. What's wrong with that?" "Nothing. Except you remarked about the dress and those sexy high heeled dress sandals of hers before anything else, remember? You didn't say anything about her legs or butt or boobs right off, just the clothing. Deny it!" "Where are you two going with this?" "Would you like to go shopping with Mom and me? She says I have to get my own wardrobe and makeup. What do you say Cal-honey?" "I think I see his answer Corrine. How cute. He's blushing all over!" Cal put his hands over his crotch. "Why don't you stand UP Cal and tell us how you DON'T want to go along and see your pal get all femmed up all sexy and girly. Go ahead. Stand up and tell us you're not jealous," Frankie taunted. "Will you go with us Cal? I could use some moral support." "Well, if it means THAT much to you, sure, I guess so. When?" "Tomorrow night?" "I have to work tomorrow night. How about Tuesday?" "OK. MOM! Cal is going shopping with us too, OK?" "Sure Frankie. That should be fun," she replied from the kitchen. For another hour, we talked. The banter got pretty wild at times and Frankie wouldn't let go of the idea that Cal should join me in Girlyville. She was more subtle about it though, just planting little seeds in his head and the idea was beginning to appeal to me too. After all, he was small, only 5'4" tall and built like Calista Flockhart. I think he weighed 112 to my 125. Yeah, this could be fun. The two of us dolled up fooling everybody! After he left, Frankie and I made plans on what I was going to borrow for my shopping trip and boiled it down to a bra, tank top, jeans, hose and her mid heeled sandals which she had me try on and get used to. "Corrine, if you are going to wear sandals, we need to do something." "What?" "Do your toes. They just have to have color hon. Fashionable girls wear their nails painted, ALL of them. Take your sandals and hose off and let me do a pedicure." "But I won't be able to go to the pool tomorrow." "Oh, alright. We'll do it Monday night then, OK?" "Yes." "Good. Then I'll see you after dinner and we'll have a little dress rehearsal." Monday morning I went surfing the 'net' for pointers on what I was doing. The search engine came back with so much stuff, all I could do was bookmark the page because there was like, 20 pages of it to sift through. Cal came over and we went to the pool until dinner. I had a really good time and that was fortunate. After dinner I went over to Frankie's and she worked on me some more only this time, she didn't use hot rollers. She really set my hair and made me sit under her dryer for an hour and she did ALL my nails in a cranberry shade, filing the fingernails to an oval shape. "Now I can't go to the pool with Cal tomorrow Frankie." "Oh, is ONE day such a sacrifice Corrine? We all make little sacrifices for beauty. You'll catch on to that tomorrow night." "Hello? Oh, yes Mrs. Zink. No, I have a meeting at church on Wednesday night but I have a dependable girlfriend who's free. Her name is Corrine. She's right here. Of course! Here Corrine. She wants to talk to you." "Hello Mrs. Zink. Yes, I have experience. Six to eleven? Five dollars an hour? Yes, that will be fine. I'm sure little Richard and I will get along just dandy. Yes, I'm writing it down. Thank you. I'll see you then. 'Bye." "See how easy that was Corrine? It's easy to be a girl when you want to be." "And profitable too I see. I could make an easy $75 a week doing this. Beats the heck out of an allowance." "I tried to explain that to you. You'd never make that as a clerk somewhere for so few hours and most of it is down time amusing yourself not to mention tax free! Sometimes they'll even let you have a boyfriend over." "Yeah, I suppose I could invite Cal." "That would be seen as a 'date' Corrine. You aren't romantically interested in Cal." "No, of course not." My hair got it's comb out. I had bangs and it was very curly and fluffy. Except for my flat chest, nobody was going to believe I was a boy now. I'd have to stay home all day Tuesday until time to go shopping. We ran our dress rehearsal. I got used to the higher heels with the right amount of swish to my rear. My hands hung and swung limply. Feminine vocabulary was encouraged by Frankie. I knew the words but had always been afraid to use them avoiding them like the plague. But, as Corrine I could let all of that go. It was very... liberating. I got undressed and redressed and went home in Cory's clothes. How drab! And how ODD with feminine hair and a manicure in cranberry laquer. I walked in the door and was greeted with, "Well, hellO Corrine. You look lovely." "How can you say that mother? Just look at these dumb clothes." *why did I say that?* "We will take care of that tomorrow dear. I take it you are staying home all day?" "Absolutely! I have nothing to wear save what Frankie is loaning me for the shopping trip. I have that in this bag." "Let me see. Minimal. Good. Why don't you put the bra on honey and get used to it. You'll be wearing one quite a bit this summer." "Ok. Maybe I'll just give you a preview." I went and changed into Frankie's clothes and shoes and put on a fresh coat of lipstick, blotted and then went to show Mom. "No wonder Frankie's Mom feels the way she does Corrine. You ARE beautiful. What a shame!" "Shame?" "Yes. To waste this beauty on a boy. No breasts. No nice round tush. No future. No dates. No bikini's at the pool. No wild s...well, never mind. " "Mom, there's no way for me to have a future like this......IS there?" "I'm really conflicted about this right now honey but yes, there IS a way. You are young and slender and undeveloped, hairless. You are still a blank canvas waiting to be painted. If we changed your hormones, you would turn into a real girl-almost." "Hormones? You mean like what give girls eggs for babies and breasts and everything?" "Yes dear. And baby bearing hips with round tushes and ample thighs. And they change the chemical balance of your brain too. Girl's don't have the capacity to think like boys. At least, most of them don't nor do they want to. Girls are nurturing, mild mannered, sweet, loving, caring, sharing people who aren't afraid to touch one another physically or emotionally." "Wow! I never realized there was so much difference or how it happened. Pretty neat. Well, anyway, this is just a job. I can still be a girl without bouncy boobs and a bubble butt." "Watch your mouth Corrine. You are maligning some of a girl's best parts." "Sorry. But there's no way. I mean you can't have it both ways, right?" "No Corrine. You can't. After you get some wardrobe and makeup and get used to being a girl for your job, you may think about changing sides." "This is getting a little deep for me mother. Let's just worry about the clothing for the illusion, OK?" "Sure honey. No problem. We'll pick up the girls Tuesday night and go shopping." "Mom, you just included Cal in 'the girls.' " "I know dear." So Tuesday went rather slowly, much TOO slowly as the minutes ticked by waiting for my shopping trip. Before dinner, I fixed myself up per Frankie's careful instructions using a very light and sheer foundation, adding eye liner and a little shadow to the mix and sat down to eat. "You're staring, Mom." "I'm sorry dear. You really ARE a beautiful girl. Such a waste." I was beginning to get the idea that my mother, who had crafted me in her womb, was considering that she would prefer me as her daughter. What a concept! I did NOT want to go THERE right now. I hadn't been at this a week and already she was thinking about a sex change. Oh, for heaven's sake! When I thought that thought, little Willie got hard again. *I'm in trouble here! Maybe sex DOES have something to do with this!* We tossed dishes into the washer and headed out. Frankie was waiting at the curb as she had heard the car start and jumped in. We then drove the 2 blocks to Cal's house and he piled in the back with Frankie. "Hi Cal." "Hi...Corrine. This is going to take some getting used to." "I'm betting that pretty soon you won't be able to relate to her any other way Cal. You'll just look at her and it will be automatic. I think Corrine is going to undergo some changes this summer," my mother exclaimed. I was the only one of the three kids who knew how much that meant or how close to serious my mom was about it. If she decided that she really wanted a daughter, was there anything I could do to stop her? Did I care? Would I try to or would I suck it up like a sponge, hungry for every drop? I reflected on this quietly as we drove to the superstore where my money would go the furthest. Finding a place about a 1/4 way up the aisle, we parked and piled out. Cal remained behind me so I made sure he had a good show which prompted him to blurt out, "WORK it girlfriend." That stopped Mom dead in her tracks. "Corrine, I am NOT raising a tramp. A little is fine, more is too much. A refined young lady advertises subtly, not on a billboard. You girls behave yourselves! Do I make myself clear?" "yes mother." "Yes Mrs. Ford," replied Cal. We proceeded now properly chastised and I only swished a little bit. Frankie was doing her best to suppress a giggle and not having much success and once again Cal had been included in 'girls'. We proceeded in an orderly fashion through the store from the skin out and I had to go in the try on room with Mom to make sure she approved of the fit of my undergarments. How embarrassing! However, I do believe she chose the right bras for me. We got three and they fit me well. I WAS a little put back that one of them fit me SO well I mean, it was only lightly padded. I wore that one. I never thought of myself as particularly chubby but apparently there were parts of me that were. This caused a little groundswell of activity in my control panties too. While we were in there fitting that bra, Mom said, "Corrine, I know that you don't have enough money for a wardrobe so I am going to see that you have enough clothing for the next couple months and you can pay me back from your earnings. After that, you can buy your own any time you want. Alright?" "Sure Mom. Thank you. I know I can't go to people's homes wearing the same thing all the time." What I didn't say was that I really didn't think I needed so many clothes but Mom was in a buying mood. It's not polite to kick the golden goose in the shins! The entourage then proceeded to skirts and blouses where we chose again three of each in black, white and purple to mix and match. Of course I needed slips. That black skirt was pretty short so I got the shortest slip they had. They also had a panty with a snap crotch and waist cincher attached. Mom thought that was a cool idea too. We got one in a small. All this time there was a barrage of dialogue coming from Frankie and Cal. It was funny. The more stuff I bought, the more expressive Cal became about his opinions of my choices. He was beginning to sound like just another girl on a shopping trip. However, I knew we had similar tastes in what looked good on a girl, so I listened and would bounce it off Mom and Frankie. We got pantyhose, knee highs and thigh highs in beige and black. I knew I'd be in a dress soon so I went and put on a pair of thigh highs and that cincher thing in place of the control panty. I don't think I had more than a 20" waist. Sure enough, off to dresses but not before my mom saw this DARLING rose colored nightie with ribbons and lace and tossed it in the cart. I just kept my mouth shut. Maybe it was for HER. What did I know? Frankie stepped up to the plate and found several nice dresses, a shirtwaist, a sheath and an A line, two short sleeved and the sheath was sleeveless. Mom let her do it because she knew what girls my age were wearing. The sheath was black and fit me really nice. Apparently I'm a size 7. I was standing in the booth admiring my reflection when a hand poked in with a set of pearls, a pearl bracelet and pearl earrings. Great idea! Very dressy looking but I couldn't wear the earrings. They were wire dangles. I walked out to show them the outfit and Cal reacted - strangely. "Mom, these earrings won't work and I need some shoes for this dress, don't I?" "In order: yes, I know and yes, you do. Let's go look." So, we strolled into the shoe department and found nothing we liked at ALL. So, disappointed, we went back to the jewelry department where my Mom told the girl, "my daughter would like her ears pierced so she can wear these." I just looked at her in total astonishment while Frankie and Cal stood back and watched my further emasculation with glee. I looked. I liked what I saw. I was hooked. Oh, I was SO easy I was really ashamed of myself. It had taken very little for Frankie to get me to abandon Cory for the lure of easy money and now I was ready to throw him away because I was falling in love with this person I seemed to be. Talk about twisted! What had my Mom called it? Gender bending? "Well, we still need shoes. Let's try the mall, shall we ladies," suggested mom?" "Mrs. Ford, I'm not a lady," retorted Cal. "For a boy, you certainly have some interesting input about girl's clothing and shoes Cal honey. You certainly SOUND like a lady. And, as you can readily see, being a boy is not necessarily life threatening NOR a lifetime disability. Things can change. Can't they?" "Boy, howdy, CAN they! Ok. Tonight I'm just one of the girls. What do I care?" "That's the spirit Cal. Join in the fun," Mom replied. We set off for the mall about four miles away. It had three major department stores and several shoe stores besides. Finding a space right up front this time, we burst forth ready to do battle. Unfortunately, now having a fourth committed girl with us, we made slow progress. 'She' wanted to window shop and we were AMAZED at the likes, dislikes and opinions 'she' had. Finally we made it to the only selfserve shoe store and began cruising. I took a seven and a half apparently as Frankie's shoes fit me perfectly so that's where we looked. My mom disappeared. The three of us shopped. Mom came back with some peds. "I don't need those Mom. I have hose on." "I know honey but Frankie and Cali will. Here girls." She handed them each a pair. Cal didn't quite know what to do. The look on his face was priceless. You could see the gears grinding as his masculine imprinting clashed with his desires and his synchromesh went off track. Desire won the day. He took off his shoes and put on the peds, chose a pair of tan stacked heeled loafers and a pair of white flats from the section and tried them on. "This is sort of embarrassing Mrs. Ford," he said. "Only the first time Cali. You'll get used to it. Those flats look cute on you honey. You should buy them," she said. "Why don't you put on a pair of knee highs with them right now. Those peds have seams. The shoes will be more comfortable." Without further ado, Cali, our new girlfriend, put them in the little cart along with the loafers whereupon my Mom said, "You could wear those loafers home Cali." "Really Mrs. Ford?" "Oh, I think you should dear. You're sort of out of step with us if you don't ." Mom handed him a pair of kneehighs and he put them on and then stepped into the loafers again and put 'her' sneakers in the box. I was two inches taller than Cal but 'she' was a little taller than me in those shoes. *neat* I thought. Meanwhile, I had found what I was looking for, flats in black, white and purple. I wore the black ones out of the store. "You really need some prettier shoes with that dress Corrine." remarked mother. They're having a sale at Dillard's. Let's look." We traipsed through the store ogling all the goodies we couldn't afford on the way back to the shoe department. I'm certain they put the women's shoe department in the back as a device to sell more other stuff because girls seem to love shoes. I was certainly willing to climb on that bandwagon. As we rounded the corner, I saw them. The perfect pair. The perfect TWO pairs, one sandal, the other opera pump. The sandals were white and strappy and had three inch heels that were sturdy without being chunky and the pumps were black patent with a spike 3 or 3 1/2 " heel. Wow! "Mom, I want THESE!" "Pretty sexy footwear for a 13 year old, don't you think?" "Oh, stop it mother. Everybody says I look 16, don't I?" "Unfortunately, yes, you do. Alright. If they have your size ." I eagerly told the salesman what I wanted and he found them in my size. I tried the pumps first. It was amazing to be standing there in a sexy dress with sexy shoes and knowing I looked like I belonged there. It looked like I had a cute little figure. I walked over to the mirror to admire my feet and got a severely depressed woody for my trouble. There had to be something I could DO about this annoying thing! Wow! I had never thought of that feeling as being annoying before! Oh, the shoes were pretty and not that bad to walk in but they did make me wiggle more and I had to take tiny steps. "You're doing very well dear for your first pair of high heels. Do you like them?" "I LOVE them mother." Then the salesman changed me into the sandals. "Well," said Mom, they could work too with a white belt and purse. Fine. We'll take them and let's look at the purses girls." We did while the salesman was writing up the ticket and salivating over his impending commission. We got one each in black and white leather, both slings for over the shoulder. Two pairs of shoes and two purses = $75 and mom said that was a good deal. Wow! I had NO idea being a girl was so expensive and we hadn't even hit the cosmetics counters yet. I was afraid to even think about what I was going to owe Mom. Frankie was the only one of the three of us that didn't buy anything yet. However, they were having a sale on silver earrings and that caught her attention and her money so all four of us were toting bags as we left. "Ladies, I think we are done for today." "Mom?" "Yes?" "Cosmetics?" "OH! Of course. Sorry. Let's consult an expert for the first time all right? There's a booth around the corner. Let's went." "My daughter Corrine here would like you to give her your best subdued nighttime makeup job please." It was about 8:30 and we didn't have much time, however the girl was very good and fast and she had me ready to go to the prom in less than 15 minutes. *Did I just say 'go to the prom?'* It was amazing. "Honey," she said, "I am not kidding when I say you should be a model. You are simply gorgeous using our makeup of course ." "She's right," chimed Frankie with Cali not far behind. Mom just stood there not saying a word. Her eyes were glistening. I'd seen that look before. It was her 'very happy' mode. Cory was, just four DAYS after this little misadventure started, a fading memory. *Oh, if I could look like this WHY would I not WANT to?* I had to sit back down on the stool. "What's the matter honey," asked Mom? I have NO idea where it came from or why I never considered how many ears were listening but out of my mouth came, "I seem to be having an identity crisis mother." "So am I honey. Let's go home now." She paid the $35 bill and we left. I'd probably spent a month's wages that night. I had left my new sandals on but soon discovered it was hard to keep up so I stopped and put the black flats back on. Heels are pretty but not great for blasting through a 1/4 mile of tile floored mall at high speed. On the way out to the car I asked, "Mom, why did we get heels? I'm not going to wear heels to babysit." Suddenly I had become rational for some reason. "I wish you could have seen your eyes light up when you were looking in the mirror Corrine. You were bubbling about looking so grown up. That's why we bought them. A young woman has to have some sexy, feminine shoes for special occasions." "What kind of special occasion could I possibly be involved in mother? Don't get me wrong. I do love them but when will I get to wear them?" "Well, for one thing, suppose Frankie invited you to a special event at her church. She has invited you before you know. Wouldn't you want to look sharp like the other girls?" "Well sure but I can't...oh my! Other! I can't really go as Cory can I? There's too much going on here now sending girlish signals, isn't there?" "I'm afraid so dear. Do you girls agree?" From the depths of the back seat came in unison, "yes ma'am." We delivered Cali home first. She wanted to change back into her Nike's but we wouldn't let her. I knew her mother and was pretty sure this was going to go fairly well but I made her promise to call me with the report. Her dad was the role model for Casper Milktoast so we didn't see him being a problem. He was so mild mannered, Clark Kent would have looked like a barbarian beside him. The conversation on the way back was interesting, I'll give it that. I noted with great interest that my girl friend and Mom had stopped relating to me as a male totally. It was all about girl stuff. I supposed I would just have to get used to it for the summer if I was going to be a babysitter. Oh, well! We pulled into the garage and began unloading the loot. Frankie helped carry it all to my room. "You know Corrine, this room is kind of, well, it doesn't really suit you now," said Frankie as she helped me hang up my dresses, skirts and blouses. "You need a vanity and some pretty wallpaper or something, don't you think?" "I don't know how Dad is going to go for that Frankie." "Please Corrine. Don't be so naive. By now, your Dad knows ALL about this even if your mother hasn't told you." "You think so?" "I'd bet the farm on it." "Oh, boy!" "No, oh GIRL!" While we were busy hanging, filing and planning, my mother was indeed on the phone with daddy, something I would find out soon enough. Among the bags I found that fabulous silken nightie. It WAS for me after all. Frankie saw me holding it up and said, "Do you think she's trying to send a signal here Corrine? Like, maybe she doesn't mind at all if you were to, like, take this seriously?" I had no answer. "You ARE going to wear it aren't you?" "Well, of COURSE I'm going to wear it Frankie. Just feel it. How could I NOT wear it? I'm only human! It's delicious." "Hold on girl. I'll be right back." Frankie dashed out of the room and I heard the front door slam and a few minutes later she was back with a pair of white mules. "Corrine, you just HAVE to have pretty slippers to go with your gown. It's a mortal sin not to." "Please, model for me?" "I do not want to hear the protest that is on the tip of your tongue. Rule #1 is girls see each other's everything all the time but I'd rather you kept the control panty on with the cincher for effect. Please? And you need to start shaving those legs and arm pits too. I know it's just peach fuzz but it has to go." Slowly I peeled away the layers of clothing. I left my hose on and was surprised to find that the cincher pushed up my fat so that I had a little more than I thought to fill the cups of the gown. No wonder that bra fit so well! I slid it down over my shoulders and shuddered at its' embrace. Then I stepped into the high heeled mules. "Oh, Corrine, you look adorable." She grabbed my hand with NO warning and literally hauled me out of the room into the living room, my heels clacking all the way to where Mom was watching Dark Angel. "Look whom I found Mrs. Ford," she laughed. My mother started to get 'that look' again. She got up and came over to me, held me at arms length then embraced me. "You are very precious to me Corrine. I want you to know that because your father and I have been talking and I've sent him the files from Frankie's mother's camera. You are busted again honey. Your happiness is all that matters. Don't say anything now. You need to really think about this." "I was just leaving Mrs. Ford. Thanks for letting me come along for the christening. Loved it. Good night." End part one