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The Red Prom Dress By Stats It was my destiny. I have been living full time as a girl for twenty months. I just finished my second year of college. To my complete surprise I achieved an A average. I am sitting on my bed with my legs folded in front of my breasts. My arms are on top of my knees and my mouth is resting on my arms. My hair falls loosely around my feet. My beautiful peach colored toenails are nestled in the waves of my hair are like pearls. I move so my forehead rests on my arms and am rewarded with a top view of my C cup breasts. It has taken two years of hormone treatments to achieve that cleavage. I say to myself, "The trip to the mall and the red prom dress were the turning points in my life. Since then I have become the most feminine person I have ever met. There is no need to be anxious about the operation tomorrow, it will be a walk in the park." The Past I first tried on female clothes when I was eleven years old. My chum and I, Roy, found a stash of his sister's discarded clothes in his attic. His sister had just left for another year of college and his parents were both at work. Bored out of our skulls, it was the end of summer and we had done all the things eleven-year-old minds can dream up to pass the summer vacation. We decided we would play dress up. It seemed innocent enough. But the sensual pleasure of wearing female undergarments and a pretty ruffled pink dress had awakened something deep in my being. My friend had grown tired of the game after half an hour but I knew, then and there, that I would be wearing female clothes for the rest of my life. I persuaded my friend to let me have the clothes I had on. Certainly, his big sister wouldn't miss them, she had probably forgotten about them years ago. They wouldn't fit her now anyway. It cost me my prize slingshot. I put my boy clothes over them and slipping the black patent leather shoes in my pocket went home to savor my find. When I got home, I stripped my boy clothes off, put on the pretty shoes and looked in the vanity mirror in my mom's bedroom. My face still looked every bit the boy I always was. But from the neck down I could only be a girl. I should explain that I had always been slender and even now, as a full grown adult, I am only five feet six inches tall and weigh 120 pounds. By the time I was eighteen and a senior in high school I had accumulated a sizeable female wardrobe. I had opportunities to go into a lot of homes in the last couple years. I had pilfered panties, slips, bras, pantyhose etc from sisters and mothers laundry baskets. I managed to find a sizeable number of dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes in the stuff they had set aside for the goodwill. I became as adept at selecting female garments as a cat burglar in selecting jewelry. I never took more than one article at a time and never from the same house twice in one year. I never searched for bounty unless we were in the house alone and my friend was otherwise occupied. It was a game with me, keeping a log of what I got from where and notes to avoid blunders and returns to secret caches. No one suspected anything about my secret fetish. I had let my hair grow to my parent's chagrin. My wavy hair had grown to a ponytail that was a good twelve inches long. It was full thick hair and had a tendency to curl when I let it hang loose. I managed to convince myself that it looked acceptable on a male body when it was in a ponytail. My eyebrows were trimmed and but not excessively. Don't know why but I was never accused of being a sissy or trying to look like a girl even though I had a small bone structure and stature and was thin as a rail. Now with seven years of practice, whenever I dressed in the privacy of my room and put on makeup, I could look extremely feminine. A Trip to the Mall My parents leave for the weekend one early Saturday morning in March of my senior year. They are to visit my aunt who lives about two hundred miles from us. Knowing that I am going to be alone for thirty-six hours I decide to live my fantasy and spend the weekend as a girl. I have told all my friends that I would be gone with my parents so they will not bother me. They couldn't be gone more than five minutes when I am in a bubble bath. By the time I emerge not a single hair remains on my legs or arms. My skin is silky smooth from the oil and I feel more like a girl than I ever felt in my life. I decide that I will take the time to prepare myself perfectly, not hastily dress as I had done in the past. I attach the breast forms to my chest. This had to be one of the most exciting finds of my rummaging. It was about six months ago. The forms were in the box in my buddy's basement. I was helping him clear out stuff for the dump and had asked if he minded me looking through the unwanted possessions. Apparently they belonged to his much older sister. She had died of cancer but not before having a double mastectomy. They look so realistic that it seemed a shame to cover them up. I put on my beige bra and panties and spent a few minutes admiring myself in the mirror. It took me forever to get my hair up in mom's rollers but I wanted it to be as wavy as possible. I spend over an hour doing my nails and am rewarded for my patience; each nail is a pearly pink masterpiece. By that time I am finished I am ready to brush my hair out. I kind of get carried away trimming my eyebrows. My growing feminine obsession has me trying to look as realistic as possible and caution is thrown to the wind. With a hum of triumph I apply the foundation and some blush to my cheeks. A light dusting of powder takes away the sheen. After I carefully do my eyes and lips I once more am Marion, the name I had chosen for myself. But I am at a new level of success, there isn't a person on the planet that could deny the face in the mirror is a girl. Especially framed by the long curly hair, substantial cleavage, and a beautiful feminine hand cupping her right breast. I then put on my short slip and open a new package of sheer pantyhose. My legs are absolutely stunning and I vow never again to go without a bubble bath before dressing. I decide to wear mom's caramel colored long sleeve angora sweater with a plunging neckline. This is by far the best piece of clothing to show off my cleavage. My very own short brown miniskirt is a perfect match revealing about as much of my legs as possible. A broad belt gives me enough of an hourglass figure to leave no doubt there is a female body within. A pair of one-inch heels, the most comfortable walking shoes in my female wardrobe, complete my transformation. I am mesmerized; the beautiful young lady in the mirror is stunning. I spray myself with my mom's perfume and find a brown shell bracelet to wear from her jewelry box. When I put on her windbreaker I decided there was nothing more I can do. So with a great deal of dread and excitement, I put my wallet and keys in my jacket pocket and prepare myself to go out in the world. I open the side door of our house. From behind the safety of our curtains, I cautiously look around and listen to make sure no one is near. With a grimace of determination I step out the door and slide it closed. A small shudder goes through my body with the finality of the door clicking shut. This is the first time as a female I have been outside in broad daylight. I have always used the cloak of darkness to hide myself in the past. I look behind me at my reflection in the window. It shows a round bottom (where had that come from) that end in a very sexy pair of legs with the sling heels of my walking shoes. The wavy hair cascading down to the center of my back is commercial material. There really is no reason for me to be self-conscious. I approach the front of our house and ring the doorbell. If anyone sees me I will tell him I am one of Roy's friends and have come over to see him. After an appropriate wait I inhale and before I know it am walking along the sidewalk outside our white picket fence. I go almost a block before seeing another person. I should mention that there is another reason for my confidence. Very early in high school I had joined the drama club. It gave me a perfect opportunity to study male (and female) mannerisms. Because of my frame and height I was unsuitable leading man material. But I had a natural talent for imitating voices. My favorite was John Wayne. In tenth grade we did Oklahoma and I played a minor role as a cowboy. Had a body of a boy but the voice and movement mannerisms of John Wayne. I was a success. So whenever they had a play I was called in to imitate some celebrity. What they didn't know was I was equally as adept in doing female celebrity voices and mannerisms. But those I only practiced in the privacy of my bedroom where no one could hear me. After a few minutes I start to walk more naturally and relaxed. I practice my Jennifer Lopez walk, my Sandra Bullock walk, my Meg Ryan walk, each time repeating a few lines from one of their movies until I get it perfect. The path to the bus stop takes me past Anne's house; Anne is curled up in her porch swing reading a book. We are very good friends but never have gotten romantically involved. Sometimes she we will share a long passionate kiss but we end up giggling rather than pursuing our lovemaking. Oh, the last time we were alone together she persuaded me to scratch her back. It was under her clothes but I never took advantage to take it beyond just a back scratch. We are best friends, but I have never discussed my secret desires with her. As I come up to her gate I suddenly say without forethought. "Pardon me, miss. I seem to be lost. Can you tell me where I can catch a bus to the mall?" She looks up, smiles at me, and says "Hi! Sure!" She then puts down her book and walks over to me. All I can think about is her saying "Roy, why are you dressed like that?" Instead she says, "I haven't seen you around here before," and extending her hand, announces with her best smile, "My name is Anne." I follow suit, replying, "My name is Marion. I actually live about two miles from here. I seem to have got lost after taking what I thought was a shortcut." Then to my utter surprise she says, "Why don't you come in for a moment, Marion. I plan to go to the mall and we can go together." So with my heart in my mouth I follow her to the front porch and into her living room. Once inside I have to pee something fierce. I ask if I can use the bathroom and she tells me it is upstairs, the second door on the right. I look hard in the bathroom mirror. I confirm there is no trace of Roy. I freshen my lipstick and say in a low voice, "Well you are just gonna have to carry on regardless, Pilgrim," and giggle at the thought of John Wayne in drag. When I emerge from the bathroom I hear Anne talking on the phone. I go to her bedroom and she waves me in. I stand as demurely as I can in the middle of her room. She changes her tee shirt for a blouse and puts on a mini skirt. "I can't explain it, Marion, I feel like I have known you for years. We haven't met before, have we?" "Well, to tell you the truth, I feel like I know you too." I reply. "But I am from out of state and don't live near here, so I doubt I have met you before today." She then puts on her platform shoes. I tell her, "I have never worn a pair of platform shoes. I was hoping to try on a pair and possibly buy them at the mall today. I have a big date and he is over six feet tall." She tells me to sit down and the next thing I know she has fastened her shoes on me. I stand and wobble like a baby fawn. "Take small steps and arch your back to give you balance." For the next twenty minutes I get the needed practice to walk in the shoes. We get a lot of laughs at me trying but I eventually get the hang of it. She insists I wear the shoes to the car and she puts on my sandals. As we descend from the second story I am incredibly sexually excited. Watching my feet in her shoes and her feet in my shoes is completely erotic and I am breathing heavily. I excuse myself again and in two minutes I relieve my sexual frustration into the toilet while looking at my feet in Anne's shoes. Somehow all the manliness is drained from my being and I once more a beautiful teenager looks back at me in the mirror. She is waiting for me at the front door and gets one last chuckle as I descend the staircase. When we reach the mall we exchange our shoes and say goodbye. The first stop is a shoe store. They are having a sale and the window display tells me I will not have any trouble finding a suitable pair of platform shoes at 40% off. A rather shy young man approaches me and I tell him I want something in a strap, brown and size 7 medium. It is hard to sit and not display my panties in my ultra short skirt. But I keep my thighs tightly together as he gently touches my ankle and calf while removing a shoe. I get more and more aroused as we try pair after pair of shoes on. Finally he finds a pair that is exactly what I want and he puts on the other shoe so I can try them out. I look at them from all angles and am in love with them. I take them but want to wear them to break them in. It is such a turn-on to feel my backside wiggle as I walk to the counter. About two hours later I find myself in front of a jewelry store advertising free ear piercing. From behind me I hear a familiar voice. "Looks like Marion found her shoes." I turn around and see Anne grinning at me. She is with Marty, who in flats. For the first time in my life I can look directly in Marty's eyes without bending my neck. After our introductions we turn to the display in the window with about twenty hoop earrings. Voicing my thoughts, "I always wanted to wear hoops but have not able to find a pair that clips on." Given this challenge, the girls lead me into the store and call over a sales clerk. Half an hour later I am in a strange state of dread and elation, protesting as my ears are pierced. I can think of no reason, other than I am a boy, to forestall them. But I can't use that one on Anne and Marty. Well, the deed is done before I can think of another reason. Throwing the jeweler's caution to the wind we head straight for a ladies restroom and the two girls put my new hoops in my ears. A look in the mirror confirms that I am yet another step removed from Roy. We shop together until I can't go on walking. I could change back into my sandals but can't bear to take my new platforms off. We decide to have a quick bite to eat and take in a movie. During diner we talk about each other. I tell them about my graduation last year and my staying with my aunt while I find myself a job. I get all the information about them and even received some comments about Roy. Anne admits having a crush on Roy that makes me blush. She confides she is going to seduce him and knows she will be able to get a confession of love from him once they have sex. "He is so up tight all the time, it's like he is ashamed of his body." I tell them... "This Roy sounds like an interesting guy, even if he is short," and both girls look at me kind of strange. I realize my mistake and quickly add. "Generally male shell dwellers are short." I sit between Anne and Marty in the theater. The three of us laugh and cry at all the same spots in the chick flick we chose. Reflecting back on it, it was during the movie I stopped acting like a Marion and started being her for the first time in my life. The Shocking Realization Anne wants to drive me home but I insist on taking the bus. She only lets me off the hook by promising to phone her. It is well after dark by the time I enter my home and finally can take my treasured platforms off. Later, while concluding my diary entry for the day, the shocking realization springs out on the page: 'I not only enjoyed dressing as a girl today, I most thoroughly enjoyed being a girl.' I couldn't believe what I have just written. "This can't be true!" I say walking over to the mirror. But the reflection in the mirror is not makeup or clothes, it is I. And I hear the reflection saying, "You will not be happy Marion until you become a girl." My secret self has finally emerged. I have played with fire and now my past identity lies in smoldering ruins. I fall asleep with waves of denial sweeping through my mind. The next morning I wake up with a smile. My subconscious dreamy debate is concluded and I announce, "My name is Marion Brown and I am proud to be a girl." I seal my affirmation with a shake of my long hair that sends my hoop earrings bouncing off my neck. I need information and I need a plan. By noon I find an Internet web-sight in Mexico that will ship a transsexual hormone package to a pharmacy in my area. I complete an application form and enclose a check. I then put on a pull over sweater and a pair of jeans and my walking sandals. I just don't have the ankles to try my beloved platforms again. In direct contrast to yesterday's caution I burst out of the house and walk it over to mail box at the end of our street. Even though it is Sunday I decide to do it. I would change my mind if I waited. On the walk back my plan becomes clearer. It is not the time to announce my decision to my parents and friends but I, nevertheless, have a lot to do. My parents arrive back at seven, by then there is not a single thing to suggest my female presence although it took some creative skill to hide the holes in my ears with makeup. I spend a good deal of the time that afternoon in tears. The Prom Dress Three months later, I take Anne to the Prom. She has a gorgeous pure red prom gown that accentuates her small waist and substantial cleavage. All I can think about during the evening is that I want to wear that dress. I, of course, have a complete set of skin tone female lingerie under my tux. I have to be careful not to sit with my slacks too tight, as the garters of my corset would show. Even the nail polish on my toes would match the three-inch strap sandals that peak out from the hem of her gown. The ruby earrings, the matching choke necklace, and the long formal opera gloves- I want to wear them all. I even thought I could easily duplicate her hairstyle. But alas, no opportunity presents itself before or after the dance. Nevertheless, the desire to wear her complete prom outfit festers in my mind in the following months. We went to the prom with two other couples. Marty's blue dress leaves very little to the imagination and her perfume makes what I am missing unimportant. When we dance, my eyes can't help but look down her substantial cleavage and reflect on what it would be like to be Marty. My eye's flick up and she leaned over to give me a peck on the mouth. "Thank you Roy for making me feels so desirable." She misinterprets my motives but what the heck; you take your prizes wherever you can get them. Marty is there with Tom who has a knack of becoming part of the background wherever he goes. She must feel she is at the prom with a piece of wallpaper. The third couple is Bonnie Lee and her date Jim Fleet. I hadn't met Bonnie or Jim before. Anne knew Bonnie from a summer camp she attended three years ago and became good friends. Bonnie is Anne's size and her Thai and Chinese heritage has gives her an abundance of oriental beauty. She also wears a red gown and her hair is like a black cape down to her thighs. I have a fetish about long hair and I can barely keep my eyes off of her. I have a couple of dances with Bonnie and could best describe her as a firecracker. Nevertheless she makes me feel like we have been close friends for our entire life, I like her and it is obvious that she feels the same. For some unknown reason when I am near Bonnie I feel like I never want to be anywhere else. I think Jim is a distant relative of Bonnie and it is obvious they are not an item. My plan to become a girl is gaining detail. Very recently I settle on Pharmacy as a chosen profession. I enroll in a pharmacy program at a small community college about five hundred miles from home. My grades and high school course selections are not adequate though and I also needed to have a feminine identity. As I was a volunteer at the school office I had no problem creating a false identity for Marion Brown. By the time I graduate I have completed my new personnel folder including a photo of my female self and a duplicate of Marty's, Marion Braun's, school record even though it said I graduated the previous year. On the last day of school I inserted Marion Brown's records into the school files, just after Marty Braun. On the second issue, I had started to take female hormones about two months before the prom. By the time I turn up at college I will be on them for five months. My Summer At the end of June I receive the letters from the college. The first letter confirms Marion Brown's registration and contains a schedule of her first semester classes. I got all the classes I asked for. The second letter is from the University Housing Administration telling me I am sharing a room on the third floor of the Weston Building, an all female floor in a co-ed dorm. By the end of July I am ready to leave town although that won't happen for another month. I have to bind my breasts now to hide them and my hips have grown. My face is a little plumper and I look more than a little feminine. People are starting to comment. I throw them all off by telling them I have joined the army. My dad, for the first time in as long as I can remember, takes an interest in me. How long have you enlisted for? What is your trade? Where are you going? Will you get your hair cut before you leave? I guess the story is feasible because they buy it hook, line, and sinker. Bonnie, Anne and Marty all tell me I am going to have to be careful. They kid me that things may get interesting in the shower. I feign, "I don't know what you are talking about, would it help if I grew a mustache or start body building?" But it doesn't stop me from continuing my hormones. Looking in the mirror, I can definitely see the changes over the last few months. Am I going too fast? About this time a strange occurrence takes place. I get a call from Anne early in the morning asking me what I plan to do today. She says her parents have gone out of town and she wants some company. She entices me over with Star Wars on her parent's big screen TV. She would even wear her hair in a Princess Leia style for me. She knows that this happens to be my favorite movie. I bind my breasts once more and put on a pair of her red panties. (I had, over a year ago, taken these same panties from her laundry hamper.) I thought it would be a kick to wear them as we watched TV together. Princess Leia is waiting for me in her porch swing as I reach her house. She has the same noble stature as the Princess and is wearing a long white dress with a choke collar neck. As I enter her house I spot something shiny on the entry carpet. "Oh, you found my ruby earrings. It's the one I wore to the prom," she says as I bend over and pick it up. She takes it and rushes upstairs to put it in her jewelry case with its mate. When she returns we sit down on her sofa. She then turns on the TV and we get absorbed in the movie. I keep glancing over to her whenever Carrie Fisher comes on and make a comparison. Finally, I can stand it no longer and in my best Han Solo voice say. "Why don't you come over here by me, or are you too stuck up to associate with us common folk?" She laughs, gives me a very Leia type kiss, and settles in between my legs. After a few minutes she asks me if I would scratch her back; claiming I am the galaxy's best back scratcher. Without a second thought I help her raise her dress and receive the shock of my life. She is wearing an identical pair of red panties to the ones I have on. I can't take my eyes away from them. She undoes her bra so I can scratch her entire back. A suggestion to remove it falls from my lips and I wonder if I will get my face slapped. Like magic a red bra emerges from one of her long sleeves. She provocatively drapes it over my shoulder and it absorbs my consciousness entirely. "Anything else you want me to remove, Han?" she says with a half smile on her lips. But all I can do is stare at the bra and visualize it around my chest. No sounds come from my mouth to reveal my inner desires. Taking my silence to be a "no" she nestles into the nook in front of me. My hands have nowhere to go but to the sides of her breasts. I hear a distant hypnotic voice suggest, "Oh I guess that isn't all that is itchy today. They need attention too." I am powerless to do anything but fondle her breasts. My head is in her hair and I am inhaling her perfume. It is sending my heart beat to the stratosphere. My hands move with determination yet tenderness as my mind is daydreaming that I am rubbing my own breasts. Our breathing becomes heavy and little moans are escaping our lips. She is in the ecstasy of having herself serviced by me and I am in my own dream world as my hands message what I daydream are my breasts. It seems so natural to be kissing her neck and the next thing I know she has turned around and her tongue is halfway down my throat. All too aware of my panties and the rising bulge in them I tell her I have to stop. She looks deep into my eyes and says, "I know Roy, maybe another day." She then places her head gently on the shoulder that has her bra draped over. My hands have a will of their own and I begin to gently caress her back again. After a few minutes the phone rings, she gives me a peck on my neck and gets up to answer it. Marty is on the phone. She lives about a block away. She asks Anne if she wants to go to the mall to shop for some clothes. I guess the movie and I are no competition. "Do you mind, Roy. You can stay and watch the rest of the movie if you want, or you can come with us and watch us as we shop for dresses and things." What can I say? "I don't mind. I will stay and watch the movie." Actually I am relieved as I could see that our love playing, panties or no panties, is getting very heated. As she reaches the front door, she turns and says with a smile ."Keep the bra. It's the one I wore on prom night. It will remind you what you are missing when you are digging your foxholes in the rain." I am both horrified and confused. Does she know my cross- dressing secret? The last thing I hear is. "I'll be back in around two hours." and the front door slams shut. I hear the car leave and I take the red bra and stare at it in my hand. I start to tremble as I become aware that the prom dress is also at hand. I frenzy of desire sweeps over me and powerless to resist, I immediately rush up to Anne's bedroom. Within a minute I have located the red prom gown and have it spread out on her bed. I am now possessed. In short order I strip to the waist and take my bindings off. I must have massaged my breasts for a good two minutes before they stop aching. I put on her bra and adjust the shoulder straps. It is surprisingly a good fit even though I don't have a C cup. But it does lift and give me a considerable cleavage. I prance around her bedroom looking at my cleavage, as if for the first time. I then search her drawers for her red garter belt and nylons. I find them together with what has to be the long red slip she wore to the prom. I can barely contain my growing excitement as I fasten the nylons to her garter belt. The dress drops over my shoulders and with hardly any effort at all, I suck in my tummy and zip up the back. I look in the mirror and my breathing stops. It looks every bit as feminine on me as it did on Anne that night three months ago. I even have her cleavage. I find her red strap shoes and put them on. I am so turned on it takes all my effort to stop shaking. I must complete the picture. I find the earrings and necklace. The necklace proves no problem but the earrings are for pierced ears. I search the house for a needle and some thing to sterilize it. I find a brandy in the liquor closet and take a long swig from the bottle before I dip the needle in it. I stand in front of Anne's mirror and I can't control myself as my hands rise. I pierce one ear and then the other. It is like I am in a trance, I feel no pain. In an instant the earrings are on my ears and I can feel their weight as they swing while I walk. I recall the ecstasy as I remember wearing the hoop earrings; it has been too long since I wore pierced earrings. They feel so sensual, so feminine. I can't help myself, I reach to relieve my aching crotch and soon I am unloading myself on her carpet as I face away from the mirror and toward the computer. I return to Anne's makeup mirror. Looking at a prom picture of her. I duplicate the foundation, eye shadow and lipstick she is wearing. I finish with eyeliner and holding my long hair back in a bunch at the back of my head. I am totally intoxicated with my look. I don't have time to put my hair up in her style but am satisfied with my hair cascading down the sides of my face and over my shoulders. It is naturally wavy and with a minimum of effort I look decidedly female. I find her long red opera gloves in her dresser drawer and in moments I am striking the identical pose to her prom picture. If she were to enter the room now I would run to meet her and confess all. I would finally be free of the hiding and guilt. I look at her clock. A mere forty minutes has passed since she left with Marty and the room looks like a disaster with doors and dresser drawers open, not to mention my clothes scattered everywhere. I am so vulnerable but a look in the mirror sweeps my concerns into the background I say out loud. "I desperately want to leave this house, I desperately want to go to a prom, I desperately want to be a girl." And I start to cry. I so need someone to reaffirm that I am a girl. But all I can do is stare at the mirror with a forlorn look. I see Anne's digital camera in the open dresser drawer and take a couple of pictures of myself. At least I will be able to capture the moment. After about a half an hour I masturbate again and the frenzied obsession that had hit me the instant Anne went out the door starts to dissipate. With a resigned sigh, I start to clean up. Anne will be back in less than an hour. I take one last look at myself and try to think about any way I could remain in this outfit. Reluctantly, I start to methodically replace her things. The jewelry is replaced and the box closed. I remove the gloves and, giving them a good tug, put them where I found them. I reluctantly take the dress and carefully hang it in the garment bag in the back of her closet. I manage to hide the bloodstained holes in my ears with a bit of makeup, remember I am expert at this now. I remove her slip, stockings and garter belt and carefully return them back in her dresser drawer. I know from experience they will regain their original shape in a few hours. I leave her bra and my panties on and get into my own clothes. I then go to the bathroom and proceed to take off the makeup. I pull my hair back into my usual ponytail. I go through Anne's house and make sure there is nothing out of place. I finally turn to her computer. It takes me only a couple of minutes to download the pictures onto a diskette I find in a nearby box. I remove the pictures from the camera and put the disk in my pocket. I notice, for the first time, that there is a video camera above the computer. It is off but I still curse myself for not noticing it when I first entered her room. But the state I was in, I would not have noticed if she had an elephant in her closet. On returning to the living room I see that the movie had long ended. I turn off the TV and carefully let myself out. I shut the front door; check to make sure it is locked, and heave a sigh of relief as I head off home. As I am wearing a heavy sweater my breasts are not prominent unless I stick my chest out. I couldn't bear to put them in bindings a second time today. I slouch a bit more to make sure my chest is not visible. I can't believe what I have just done. I had the sensual high of all time, to wear Anne's red prom gown. The pictures will remind me of it for the rest of my life. And, I was not caught. Marion Brown is Discovered A second unusual thing happens the next day. I am at the post office to check for Marion Brown's mail when I run into Marty whom I find has a part time job at the post office since graduating three months ago. I am just cleared that my post box and am looking at a prescription renewal when I hear my name being called. I must have jumped a foot as I stuff the letter in my pocket. I turn to see Marty beaming at me in her crisp US Postal Service uniform. "Roy, its great to see you. How soon till you go to boot camp?" We spend several minutes exchanging information when she hits me with a zinger. "Do you know a Marion Brown? She has a post office box here and our names are so similar I want to know more about her. She doesn't have a phone number." I tell her no, I hadn't heard of her. "Will you walk me to the bus, Roy, I'm finished for the day?" I tell her sure. On the way to the bus stop I ask her how the shopping trip went yesterday. "Shopping trip? Oh, it was great but we didn't buy anything. Did you enjoy the show?" Strange I say to myself, why did she hesitate about the shopping trip. Why did she say show instead of movie? Then she says, "You know Anne is in love with you. I was quite surprised she didn't stay with you." All I can think is, "Thank god I am leaving soon, and there is no way this can go much further without Anne discovering my secret." Mercifully, the bus arrives. We say goodbye and I stand and watch it disappear up Walnut Street. I then look at the letter in my pocket. Sure enough, the receipt for my latest hormone prescription has arrived. I have been taking female hormones for about four months at this point. I open it; note that the pharmacy where I can pick up the prescription has changed. It is on the other side of town. I'll need to get over there in the day or so as I am running out of the drugs. Encounter with Bonnie Another unusual thing happens two days later. It is with complete surprise when I walk over to the pharmacy in the drug store to get my prescription and spot Bonnie Lee. When she sees me she rushes over and gives me an affectionate hug and kiss as if I am her long lost brother. "Roy, what a surprise. I am so happy to see you. What are you doing in this part of town?" At a loss for words I tell her I have just spent a couple of hours with an old friend. I find out that she will be through work in an hour or so and we arrange to have diner together. I am trembling as I realize how close I had come to collecting Marion's prescription from Bonnie. I decide I will come back for it when Bonnie isn't there and wander around the store till we leave. I pick up a tube of toothpaste in case she wonders why I came into the drug store in the first place. I almost orgasm when she asks me to hold her long hair up while she puts on her coat. What I wouldn't give to have hair like hers. Skin like hers. Her complexion is flawless and I am most envious. Even though I do not have a beard, my skin is still very rough and I very much need makeup to pass as a girl. It turns out Bonnie wants to talk to me about Anne. Over dinner she tells me if Anne weren't so hung up on me she would make a play for me herself. "Roy, you have to stay in touch with her because I know, even if you won't admit it yourself, that you are in love with her. I see it when the two of you are together. Why is it that you are so reluctant to tell her this? All you have to do is say it and she will follow you to the ends of the earth." She makes her case over and over. I tell her about as close to the truth as I dare. "Bonnie, you are as intelligent as you are beautiful, but can't you see I need to get away from my past." "You mean because aren't happy with who you are?" She says in a kind gentle voice. "I know that won't make a difference to Anne. She loves you, Roy, whoever you decide to become. She is not infatuated with some idealistic giant male hunk." Tears come to my eyes as I realize that my obsession has blinded me to the fact I am in love with Anne. But I have gone too far. I must become a girl. "Please Bonnie, don't press me for details. I can't be Anne's boyfriend and that is it. She deserves more than what I can offer her." And I leave as tears stream down my face. I Go to College My goodbyes with my parents at the bus station are unemotional. I frankly think they are happy I am going and hope the army will persuade me to become manlier. It was quite obvious over the last few months that the less they had to do with their effeminate son the happier they were. I guess it was a testimonial of my male friends as well. None of them showed up to see me off. But Anne, Marty, and Bonnie are there. I give Marty and Bonnie a hug and a kiss and tell them I hope our paths will cross again. I then take Anne's hand and walk a few feet to where we have some privacy. "Anne, please listen. You must know I am in love with you but we have no future. I have written you a letter that will explain everything. Please don't open it until I leave." And I place the letter in her hand. She looks at me and says "Roy, I have been in love with you since grade school. I will let you get on the bus without a fight but I intend on harassing you until you give in and marry me," and gives me a passionate kiss. Both our eyes have tears in them as we part and I get on the bus. The bus is almost empty and I go to the back so everyone is in front of me. I wave at my parents through the tinted windows but they have said their obligatory goodbye and are in a hurry to find a sacrificial alter to implore some god to make a man out of me, yet. The three girls are all collected in a gaggle and are shouting goodbye as the bus pulls out. I waive goodbye for the last time as a male. By the time we reach the city limits I have been to the john at the rear of the bus and have removed for the last time my cursed chest binding. I put on a B cup bra and am pleased as I now completely fill it. I can see the straps through the white material of my tee shirt. When I return to my seat I inconspicuously put on my lipstick, remove my baseball cap and comb my hair into a wavy mane. As the bus covers the endless miles I apply my nail polish and makeup. No one is paying me any attention as I change into my girl jeans that give the illusion of a smaller waist and bigger butt. I also change into my sandals and stare at my pretty pink toenails while the miles click by, taking me further and further from my old life. I think of Anne and hope the letter will convince her how hopeless our situation is. My heart aches as the bus takes me away from the one I so dearly love. This leads me to reflect on my compulsive dress up in Anne's house. I take the pictures out of my purse and over them delicious moment by moment. I come back to reality as we are pull into our first rest stop. When I disembark, it is quite obvious that the unisex person in the back of the bus is really a pretty girl. I receive a number of startled looks and several smiles from the passengers. The first order of business is to get rid of the bag containing the last of my male clothes and the chest binding. On the way back a young man introduces himself to me as Tommy. He is on his way to boot camp. We would be army buddies under other circumstances. As we board the bus I can't help but look at the trash bin. I hope those would be the last male clothes I ever wear. I only regret that I can't give a more torturous end to that accursed chest binding and in defiance I take a deep breath and stick my chest out for all to see. Tommy asks if he could sit next to me. I really want to continue to look at the pictures but I give him an encouraging smile and am soon listening to his life story. He lives in a small town and caught the bus about 100 miles from where I boarded. As we pull out I have one last look at the trash bin, I would now be unable to appear as a male even if I want to. The first step has been completed. It was obvious Tommy is frightened of his future. I try to comfort him as the miles drift by. I finally give him my address at college and tell him I would enjoy hearing how he is making out. I have an ulterior motive, I could write my parents and with some true information about my life in the army. The bus stops at a diner just as the sun is setting. We are about halfway to my college. Tommy and I share a table while we have dinner. I guess I give him some comforting thoughts as he insists on paying my bill. This was a first for me. I never had an influence on a person as much as I appear to have on Tommy in my life. I avoid talking about my home; the sooner I forget the place the sooner I will be happy. We, nevertheless, are able to share experiences and I realized with each passing hour I am becoming more feminine in my outlook and temperament. My First Day at College It is first thing in the morning when the bus drops me off just outside the registrar's office. I slept the last four hours and feel surprisingly refreshed. I have a short wait until it opens and take a stroll taking inventory of my female persona. I present my letter of admission and first year's tuition as is required. I would have to live very frugally over the year as the money came from three years of babysitting and odd seasonal jobs. I quickly sign in and am given my dorm key and instructions on how to get there. I relax once the key is in my hand. I apparently look and act enough like a girl that no one pays me any notice. So with my one suitcase and my dorm key in my hand I saunter over to my room on the other side of the campus. I wonder who my roommate will be and will I be able to sustain my female image over the long term. I think back on Anne, hoping she will find someone normal to love, and wondering once more what her reaction had been to my letter. My room is on the third floor; you don't get a bottom floor room until you are a senior. I slip the key into slot and look inside. No one is there so I close the door and engage the dead bolt. The shower is running and the bathroom door is closed. I take a few minutes and gather my composure before announcing my presence. "Hello, I am your roommate. My name is Marion." I hear a muffled, "Be out in a moment Marion." I try to calm myself. I look at the young girl in the mirror. The face and hair are exquisite. Her nails are flawless; I rarely do such a complete job. There can be no doubt that a couple of breasts are inside the white tee shirt. I look at my pretty feet in the high heels under the jeans I am wearing. I look back at the mirror and I see Anne's reflection in the bathroom door. "Well, did you think a small matter like turning into a girl would deter me, Marion?" "Oh Anne, I never dared to dream that you would accept me as a woman?" and I rush over and hug her in her white terry cloth robe. We slowly reenact the affection filled kiss we gave each other as we parted. "Oh, Marion." she says breathlessly. Her bathrobe falls open revealing her breasts with incredibly erect nipples. "If we don't make love soon I will explode." Anne slowly undresses me as my passion builds without release. Soon we are both writhing on the bed completely naked and Anne is having a series of orgasms. The hormones have made it impossible for me to ejaculate but I am incredibly turned on. Finally she slips two fingers into my rectum and I have my long awaited relief. I hold on to her as my body shudders with aftershocks. I am completely wilted as she takes me into her arms and gently covers me with kisses. After an eternity she takes me to the shower and I wash the incredible body that contains my soul mate. "How long have you known?" It would have been impossible for her to be my roommate without knowledge of Marion some months ago. "Well, the first hint occurred the day we went to the mall together. When you slipped that Roy was short without our mentioning it a bell went off in my mind. But I kept thinking you just knew Roy, not that you were Roy. That night Marty and I compared notes and came up with a couple more coincidences. You were wearing the same sweater your mom has. We knew because we both had admired it when she wore it a few months back. A few days later, we met your mom and her perfume reminded us of something, but we couldn't place it until some time later. Marty suggested that if she didn't know any better she would have thought Marion was Roy and that introduced a possibility into our deliberations." "But the next day when we met you, you didn't have holes in your ears and there was no evidence of the incredible breasts Marion had. We watched you like hawks but you seemed to be a completely normal male." "So, my love, we wouldn't have made the connection if you hadn't used the name 'Marion Brown'. As you know, Marty had access to the school files and she recalled seeing your folder behind her own. The next day she was overcome with curiosity and went to have another look at it. She recognized Marion from the picture; but Marion had your birth date and your place of birth. Marion Brown was supposed to be one year ahead of us and yet neither of us could recall a Marion Brown. And what put the icing on the cake is that Marion's grade transcript was Marty's very own. There were a few letters saying you had applied and been accepted at this college in the pharmacy department." "My initial intention was to seduce you the day you came over to watch Star Wars and get the truth out of you. I must have spent two hours trying to look like Princess Leia. It didn't make any difference to me whether you were male or female. You see, Marty, Bonnie and I have all had sex with each other. I knew you were in love with me even though you were not probably aware of it yourself. The problem was you first had to admit to me it was your intention to become female. Once that was out of the way, I knew we could get on with our lives. So the three of us schemed to get you to admit you were Marion. We decided, reflecting back on various things you said to us, that you were obsessed with my red prom dress. So I set a trap. It started with you finding my earring in the entryway. When you bent over to pick it up I got an eyeful of your female posterior and, to my surprise, your red panties." "After I put the earring back in the case, I put on my red bra and panties, the ones I wore to the prom. Then I proceeded to get you excited and undressed so we could have sex. If I didn't answer the phone Marty would know I had succeeded. If I answered the phone I would used the bra as another prop to get you to go upstairs to seek out the dress while I went shopping." "But Marty and I didn't go shopping. We went back to her house where Bonnie was busy making sure we had good reception from my computer video. We were sure you wouldn't know it was turned on because the light on the camera was broken. And here is what we saw." With that Anne walks over to her TV and inserts a CD. "This is such a classic, we each had to have our own copy of it," she says. The video starts with me rushing in the room and finding the red prom dress. I have the look of pure ecstasy as I twirl around the room holding it next to my body. I am completely absorbed in the video as I relive my experience. "Better than a few measly pictures, my love." "Oh here is Bonne's favorite part," as I see myself unwind the binding from my chest revealing two very prominent breasts. "She says in one way she is glad you are mine, because she would have a difficult time having a boyfriend with a better figure than hers. I'm afraid you were all too erotic. While watching you, we had our own orgy." "When you pierced your ears, when you lamented to the mirror, when you finished dressing and were standing in tears wearing nothing but my bra and your panties, I wanted to rush back to the house and confront you. But my friends advised me that you had to tell me of your secret first, or I would lose you. You were far too fragile to be exposed." We continue to watch the end of the video. "Do you know the red panties I was wearing were yours? I stole them from your hamper about a year ago." "That's a kick! If I knew that I might have taken a chance and made love to you. Anyway, as you can see, my plan to get you as horny as hell certainly worked." "I'm not sure I deserve you, Anne. But I have been, am now and will always be yours." After a brief time Anne continues. "We also concluded that if you did not admit to wanting to become a girl at home, it would be much easier once you started living as a girl at the college. I decided I would follow you to this college. It was not my first choice but I had applied to it and had been accepted. So it was easy to register. I also requested you as a roommate." "Marty and Bonnie said they were going to pressure you to admit your love for me. Marty went to work later that day and as fate would have it there is a letter from a foreign pharmaceutical company in your postal box. Breaking all that is sacred to postal workers, she knew she would get fired if anyone found out, she takes it home and we open it. It was confirmation of a reorder of your hormones. We were curious how long you had been on hormones so Bonnie phoned to rearrange for you to pick up the prescription at the pharmacy she works at as they include a history. So we retyped the letter and inserted her pharmacy. You picked up the letter the day Marty met you at the post office. She knew it was you because she watched you do it on the surveillance camera. Once the paperwork arrived there, Bonnie found out you had been taking female hormones since April." "I never had a chance, did I my love?" We make wonderful passionate love again. In the aftermath we toy with each other's nipples. Mine are so erect and sensitive. Anne looks at me fondly and with a smile on her face says, "Princess Leia has one last request. She would like a live performance." With that she rises and opens her closet door revealing the Red Prom Dress. "Once I have dressed you, Princess Leia we will take the Prom Queen to dinner to celebrate."