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The Women in Luke's Life By Girlscot Helen sat in the corner of the canteen and Christine could not help but notice she was looking worried; deep in thought and was not her usual cheerful self. They both worked as checkout girls in the local supermarket. Along with Irene and Carol they were the regular dayshift team. Their happy and helpful attitudes, and the fact that all four of them were not exactly uneasy on the eye, ensured their popularity with the customers. Christine Slater was petite and had shoulder length blonde hair; she always looked as if she would be ready for a special evening only by changing out of the store uniform and into her own clothes. No other work would be required! Carol Jarvis was tall and, though not classically beautiful, she had a figure to die for and somehow managed to make the store uniform look "Haute Couture" with her fabulously sexy walk. Irene Grainger was small and, some may say a little overweight, but she had a lovely face that somehow gave out a motherly vibe that men found appealing. She also had beautiful, lovely, gigantic breasts, which even behind the checkered store shirt were a sight to be seen. Helen McVey was the odd one out, not in the looks stakes for she, most of all, had her admirers. They used to laugh at the customers who would stand in a longer cue just to go through her checkout. It was so obvious! Tall, blonde and pretty in that assured way that only a woman in her mid thirties can achieve. She was better looking now than she was ten years ago. No, Helen was the odd one out because she alone of the foursome was not married and perhaps this was a reason for her extra popularity in a small town. But she did have a son, Luke, from an almost forgotten relationship in another place and time and had moved to this town to start a new life soon after Luke's birth. He was the No. 1 priority in her life and it was mainly because of him that she kept herself to herself and refused the many approaches she received. Many of their regular male customers who, only seeing them in the shop, did not understand that they had a life and families outside the shop were always hitting on them. They mistook their genuine caring and friendliness as flirting and thought they had a chance. They were quartet and little took place in each other's worlds that was not common to all. Helen and Christine were especially close. Christine took her coffee and biscuit and sat down beside Helen. "What's up with you today? You look miles away." Helen barely raised her head but replied, "Oh it's nothing. I've just something on my mind. It's not important." "Well it doesn't look that way to me. I noticed this morning you were a little quiet on the floor and that's not like you." "It's just that I...." A tear began to run down Helen's face and in a second became a stream. "This is nothing, not important. Come on share. Please?" Christine begged. Helen finally looked up, unsure whether to spill her thoughts and worries but finally admitted to herself she would need to confide in someone. "Look this maybe something or nothing but I need you to keep this to yourself at the moment. Not even Irene and Carol." She stopped crying and tried to compose herself. "I found some stuff in Luke's bedroom." A look of concern came over Christine's face. "No it isn't drugs or anything like that. It's material he's obviously downloaded from his computer" This time the look on Christine's face softened. "If your trying to tell me your son has some porn , Helen , I wouldn't be too worried. That's providing it's nothing too heavy. He's fifteen. Every boy of his age is interested in that. I'm sure there are some things a mother is best not to know." "I'm not sure if every boy is interested in the stuff I found, Christine. I was just doing some tidying up you know. Nothing major. But what I found, you wouldn't believe it. There was a whole bunch of A4s and they were all about transsexuals and their stories, information about sex- changes, fiction all seeming to be about boys becoming girls or something similar. Plus lots of photos of women with their hair in curlers and rollers and having perms. They were in sequence like from hair washing to end style. And loads of hairstyle pictures. Every thing seemed to be so..." For a moment Helen was stuck for words. "No normal boy should be interested in that kind of stuff. I think I can read between the lines but I don't know if I've got it right and I don't know what to do. Christine sat back, dumbstruck. She pulled herself together and immediately tried to think of a reason why Luke or any boy would have material like this but had to admit to herself that off the top of her head she could not think of any. She found herself jumping to the same conclusion as Helen. Catherine had two boys of her own and not for a second could she imagine them with any stuff so, well, "girlie". Christine had known Luke since he was five years old and had started coming into the shop after school, a practice that continued to this day. She was extremely fond of him and Luke, with no close relatives in his life other than his mum, considered Catherine and the other two store girls to be his unofficial "aunts". She looked forward to his arrival in the afternoon when she along with the other girls would have a chat with him. She had watched him grow up to be a polite and well-mannered boy and she often wished both of her sons had ! his manners. A sudden realization of the enormity of the truth overwhelmed her and with it came a huge wave of compassion for this boy she was so fond of. THIS POOR BOY WANTS TO BE A GIRL. HE WANTS TO BE A WOMAN LIKE ME. "Helen, I must admit that I've not got a good answer to this but you are obviously going to have to bring this up with him somehow, and get his side of the story. It could be he has a explanation other than the one you are thinking about but either way I think you need to know .If it is what you're thinking it's better he doesn't have to struggle alone with it. "You know when he turns up here after school it's always with Laura and Julie. I didn't think about it too much, what with Laura being Carol's daughter it just seemed normal that they would arrive together but now it seems to make some sense. I know there are a group of them that hang together at school, boys and girls. But I don't think the boys are in the wrestling team if you know what I mean. His best friends are girls. He has always been more into music than sport, books than bikes. I could never get him to play any games with the boys. He was always so content to stay in the house to read and study and, to be honest, I was always happy that that was what he was doing. Some things began to fall in place for Christine as well. In her mind she replayed the constant ribbings she and the other store girls gave him about his hair and the length it had become. Did his hair help him to feel in some way the girl he wished he were? And last year he had had his ears pierced. Not exactly proof, but another little thing that made sense if their suspicions were true. "Listen Helen, it's almost time to get back to work, but you need to speak to him. " A sudden thought. "Not unless you feel maybe he would feel less awkward if he wasn't talking to his mum. I could have a word." "No, it's alright. I'll talk to him." All afternoon they continued to work and Helen remained quiet and withdrawn. Even some of her customers noticed the change and asked her what was wrong. She could not chase from her mind the problems her find had brought to the surface. No matter which way it was played out Helen could not see a future that did not hold problems for Luke. She thought about the printouts she had seen. Detailed info on sex-change operations. Stories from transsexuals about their childhood and the unbeatable desire to be female. Pictures of those for whom this dream had come true, some with a beauty that had to be seen to be believed. The pics concerned with all aspects of feminine hairstyling. She, too, had thought of Luke's hair and his pride with its condition and length and how over the last few years he had consistently refused to have it cut. She began to blame herself for not providing him with a father figure or at least being more forceful in making him associate with other boys. Yet he had seemed content; in every other way was a perfect son in behaviour and in school. She should still have seen the signs though! Christine, too, was preoccupied. She knew that Luke would be in the shop at 4.30 PM to accompany his mum home when she finished at 5:00 PM and was, in a way she could not work out, anxious to see him. When she really thought about it, all his conversations with the girls when he came in the store seemed to be well, how could she put it, of a neutral nature. There was never any talk of girlfriends or any "sport talk" but he just seemed to naturally join in the conversations that the girls were already having. When he came through the door, as always accompanied by Laura and Julie, Christine could not help herself try to put herself in his position. What were the dreams going on within him? A boy, but with seemingly the needs and desires of a female. It was too strange to get her head around. But she knew if it were true he must be in turmoil. She closed her quiet checkout and could not help herself sneak up behind him and give him a playful squeeze around the waist. "How's my favourite boy named Luke today." she asked, wondering what Luke would say if he knew she was aware of his secret. "I'm fine, but I hope mum doesn't have to work late at all as I've so much homework to do." Carol, who had been on floor assistant duties also appeared to say hello. She had been at the salon the previous day and Christine realised that Luke could not stop giving Carol some sideways glances and appeared to be checking out her hair. It was something that she would not have given any thought to the previous day but now it definitely looked like he was trying to look at her hair without making it look too obvious. Luke then turned towards Carol, feigned surprise and said "Nice haircut." in what to anyone else would appear to be a offhand comment but to Christine it now seemed to have a touch of yearning somewhere in the voice. Just then, she had a thought that just that morning she would not have believed possible. I wonder what Luke would be like with works. Hair done. It's even long enough to put up. Full makeup and totally dressed from head to toe. He's slim fresh faced and handsome and with that gorgeous long hair. She snapped back to reality and realised she was blushing with embarrassment at her runaway thoughts. At 5:00 PM the girls and Luke left the store and paused briefly outside to say their goodbyes. Luke and his Mum peeled off and set off towards their home and Christine gave a backwards glance. She knew that tonight there would be serious talking in that household and was surprised to find that she desperately wished she could be there to comfort this boy/girl. Mum and son sat together at the dinner table and made small talk about the events of their days. Helen however was not enjoying the meal and was just picking round the edges, which did not go unnoticed by Luke. "Not hungry?" Helen decided she couldn't take this knot in her stomach any longer. "We have to talk about something and I know it's is your nature but I need you to be completely honest with me with your answers. "O.K. Mum." Luke, too, now had butterflies in his tummy. He did not know what this was about but his Mum seldom talked to him in this way and he felt uneasy. "Please tell me the truth. I was in your bedroom yesterday to do some tidying and I came across some A4's you've printed off on your computer. They were in that pile of books in the corner. Do you know now what I'm talking about Luke? The butterflies in Luke's tummy now took flight and he was instantly gripped by a panic and then a feeling of embarrassment that even in that second he knew there was no escape from. He franticly searched for something to say that would somehow explain his hidden collection in a fashion that seemed reasonable and would keep his secret but he knew there was none. "Mum, please." were the only words that found their way out. "Luke, you have to tell me. Does this stuff mean what I think it does? I mean there was a whole lot of information about changing sex and about which hormones to take etc. Luke, be honest. Is this what you want for yourself? Do you want to be a girl? Despite his huge embarrassment, Luke could hardly believe that his mother had just asked THE question; the answer to which he had wanted to be able to tell her during the last two or three years, since he had realised through the internet just who and what he was. He knew his Mum loved him beyond measure but he had not been able to find the nerve needed to tell her how he felt. Once or twice he had been almost there but was somehow unable to tell her of his desire, and he did not know if he would ever be able to. Despite all his nervousness, Luke realised that the opportunity to tell his Mum had now been forced on him and, anyway, the truth was the only way he could go in this conversation. He took a deep breath and looked into his Mum's face to see her reaction. JUST BLURT IT OUT. JUST BLURT IT OUT. "Mum, I hate being a boy. I hate everything about it. It doesn't feel right for me. It never has done. Ever since I was old enough to understand that there was a difference I knew that I should have been a girl. Then, when you got me the computer I found that there were other boys out there who feel the same way I do, and that there was something that could be done about it. Mum, more than anything in the world, I WANT TO BE A GIRL. I don't think or feel like a boy. I couldn't live the rest of my life as I am just now." Helen listened to the words her son was saying and realised that in the last few seconds both their lives, and especially Luke's, had changed forever. Together, in just those few seconds, they were now headed down a new pathway and she had no vision what lay at the end of this road. In her son's future lay, perhaps, a sex change or a life lived in a body and gender that her son hated. Either way the life she had imagined in her dreams for her son were gone and ahead appeared a mountain of problems. Now she struggled for words. "I never knew. I guess I knew deep down that you weren't Arnold Schwartzenegger," she smiled trying to lighten the mood slightly, "but I just didn't realise that you felt this way. I thought you were just, well, sort of shy and more the academic type. I just never knew." Already, some questions were beginning to come to Helen. "Do you mind if I ask some things? How long have you felt this way and why weren't you able to tell me? I would've understood. You must know that." Luke tried to find the words. "Mum, do you understand how hard it is to admit even to yourself that you're not like all the other boys? I know you are proud of me, and I nearly told you a couple of times, but to for a son to tell his Mum that he wants to be a girl and loves all the girl things that goes with that, well I just couldn't. I thought you would be ashamed and that I wouldn't be the son you wanted. I've always known there was something wrong ever since I can remember, but I guess it's in the last three or four years that I knew I really wanted to be a girl. I thought I was the only boy in the world to feel like this and knew I had to keep it a secret. But I read something in the local paper about a boy who had had a sex-change operation and realised that there was at least one other person like me. Then when you got me the computer, well, I think you saw some of the stuff I found . I could see that there was so many out t! here who felt the same." For the second time that day tears began to flow down Helen's cheeks. "No matter how this turns out, Luke, you will always be my child and I will always love you. I'm sorry you couldn't tell me before but I can see how hard you might have found it. At least now it's out in the open and we can deal with it together." The second question was one that Helen found difficult to ask but had to be done and she decided to come straight out with it. She looked him in his eyes. "Honey, are you gay?" "I honestly don't know Mum. I've never been with a girl or a boy. My best friends are girls and I love them but I think that's in a way that most girl's love their girlfriends. I don't fancy them. I don't see myself being with a boy either at the moment Mum, at least with me being a boy, but I have to admit that if I were a girl that might be different. Its doesn't feel that important just now. I just know I have to live my life as a girl. That's what matters." It dawned on Helen that if Luke had felt this way for some time he surely must have tried to make his dream come true, at least in some small way. These questions were so darned difficult. "Have you done anything, you know, like, dress up or anything like that?" Helen knew, that despite her best efforts, she was a single Mum and there were times when Luke was home alone. Luke, not for the first time, squirmed in his chair. Although still mightily embarrassed, finding the answers a little easier to come by. The floodgates were open and the water was flowing steadily. "I've tried your makeup sometimes and I play with my hair to try and get it like a girl's, but I was scared to use too much in case you might notice." Luke looked sheepish. "And I guess I might have tried on some of your clothes but I didn't know if you would be able to tell so I was frightened when I did. Anyway, your clothes are too big for me." He managed a smile. Helen could hardly believe what had been happening on the nights when she had left Luke alone. Her son had been sitting in front of a mirror, just as she does, trying get his makeup right and fixing his hair in a feminine style, just like his mother. "What about all those photos of women with their hair in rollers and having perms? And all the hairstyle pictures?" Helen asked, although for the first time she now began to see the reason and could begin to anticipate the answer that Luke was going to give. "Mum, having long hair like a girl's was the one thing I was able to do without being too different. There are a few boys in school with longish hair. I don't know exactly when it started but I was always jealous of the girls I knew, even when I was younger. I loved the things that they or their mums could do with their hair and I used to dream that you could do the same with mine. To have it in curls or tied up with a ribbon. Girl's hair was so much nicer and you could do much nicer things with it. When you let me make my own decision about my hair and I could grow it a little longer it did help me feel a little more female. And I could put it in a ponytail or try to get it in a girl's style when I was messing around. But I'd love to go to a salon and get my hair done properly. Especially to have my hair completely set with rollers or curlers. Or to have a perm and know that when it was finished I would have a woman's hairdo that was mine and permanent and know it was a feminine style that only a woman should have. To have that done to me, by a girl in a salon, with all the other woman around having their hair cut and dyed and set in rollers, the same thing I would be getting done, just seems one of the most girly things a woman can do. I suppose in the pictures I just like to imagine that I'm the girl in the chair. The stories are the same, Mum. They just let me put myself in a situation I'm not in, but wish I was. I can dream they're about me!" They talked further into the evening. Luke trying to explain all the feelings he had and Helen doing her best to understand and make her son feel he was now not alone with his problem. Helen remembered that Luke had said he had homework to do and suggested that he should tackle it now and leave her to some thinking. "I have to think about all the things we have been discussing and see what to do although I must admit that I'm not sure what to do right now." Luke had an idea. "Listen, I don't know how much you read of all those sheets but there is some really interesting stuff about all this. Perhaps I could quickly sort out some for you to look at while I'm doing my homework. There are masses of websites too that I could show you." "O.K. then. Let's leave the websites alone tonight though. You go and get whatever you want me to see and then get on with your homework. Luke rushed into the bedroom and began to look for anything he thought might help his Mum. He came back and handed her some sheets of A4 paper. "Here. Look through these. This is just a little for the moment." Luke disappeared to do his homework. For the next two or three hours Helen read through much of the information Luke had brought her. This time she was a little calmer and at least now knew why Luke had this in his bedroom. She became aware that there were indeed, many young boys and men out there who were like Luke. Helen had always known that transsexuals existed and had also read the occasional piece in a paper or magazine about the subject but didn't realise that there was so much information available. She read about the sex-change operation itself and with that came the shock realisation. Luke wants to remove his testicles and penis. Somehow that reality had not come through in their talk before. But now, it hit home. The things that were most dear to every other young boy, Luke wanted taken away. The enormity of this was too great to comprehend. By the finish she had a reasonable grasp of the technical side of the operation. She was also in a mild state of shock. There was plenty to read concerning hormones. A short while into this came the second great realisation of the last hour. My son wants, and if we go ahead with this, will have, BREASTS. Helen's mind was reeling. This too, she hadn't considered before. When they had talked before it was in general terms but now she was reading about the realities. Breasts were the very essence of femininity; one of the major divisions between the sexes and my son will have them. The same as me. Womanly and feminine breasts. Helen was not a vain woman, but was proud of her breasts and knew they were one of her best features. The notion of her son having breasts, wearing a bra, having the same relationship a woman has with her breasts was almost too much. Helen did not know if Luke was feeding her the information he wanted her to have, but she read that many doctors and psychiatrists were now recommending the benefits of young (and a word that she had learned tonight) transitioning. How some of the most successful and natural transsexuals had had the operation early and had therefore by-passed some of the problems that came when transitioning was done later in life. Helen knew that Luke had not started shaving and in general his face was still fresh and smooth. She had seen him in shorts and with no top on recently and body hair was certainly not a problem just now. His body was basically pre- puberty and Helen understood that this was an advantage of early transitioning. But he's so young. What if this is a phase that he will pass through? Wouldn't it be better to wait a few years till he's absolutely certain? But earlier was best and Luke certainly seemed to be sure that this is what he wanted. It did n! ot seem like a phase thing. He said he had feelings like this for as long as he could remember. He said he always wanted to be like the little girls that were in the group he played with. That didn't sound like a passing phase. There were so many questions and answers and this was just the first night that she was involved with this part of Luke's life. Luke came in to the kitchen and sat beside Helen. "All done." he said, then waited a few seconds "Well?" "There's so much to take in and it's getting very late. I think it's time to go to bed, don't you? We'll talk more tomorrow. Go get ready." Luke opened the fridge and took a quick gulp from the milk carton, then left for the bathroom. He came back but instead of the normal "goodnight" and wave, Helen told Luke to come over and proceeded to give her son a hug. "We'll get through this together, OK we'll sort it out somehow. Now off to bed." "Thanks Mum, you've been great. I wish I could have told you sooner." "I wish you had. Now go, go on, get to bed. In bed, sleep did not come quickly for either Luke or Helen. Luke had struggled to do his homework, not because it had been difficult, but because his mind continued to play out the events of the evening. And now he was in bed this continued. The evening had started out in the worst possible way, but his initial embarrassment on being found out had passed and he now felt relieved that his Mum knew and that he no longer had to live alone with his secret. His Mum had been calm and had listened to him and had reacted, as, deep down, he had always known she would have been. He wasn't sure what would happen from now on but he felt excited and perhaps his dream had come a little closer this evening. Eventually, tiredness took over and he drifted off to sleep. Helen lay awake till midway through the night wondering about her son's future. It now seemed so uncertain, but she vowed she would do whatever it took to make Luke's life as happy as possible. With a thousand things going on inside her head, she too, gave way to sleep. The following morning, it was the usual rush to get ready for work and school and as they rushed past each other, nothing was said about the previous evening. Luke left for school and minutes later Helen followed him out the door and set off for the shop. Christine had spent the night before wondering what was happening in the McVey household and, as she took her short bus ride to the store, she was anxious to speak to Helen and find out if she managed to find out if her suspicions were true. When she arrived in the staff cloakroom, Irene was hanging up her jacket in her locker. But this morning she needed to talk to Helen. "Helen about?" "I think she's on the floor already, Christine. It's only five minutes to opening." Christine left the cloakroom and entered the shop front. Helen was preparing at her checkout and Mr. Thomson, the store manager, was about to open the main doors. There would be no time to talk just now. She caught Helen's eye and smiled a hello. Morning break time saw Helen and Christine miss each other by fifteen minutes and Christine sat with Carol, made some small talk, and became increasingly frustrated at being unable to get Helen on her own. That moment finally arrived at lunchtime when they overlapped by twenty minutes. Helen was at the table again when Christine approached. She sat down and turned to Helen. "How did it go?" she asked softly. There were others in the canteen but nobody too close. "Well, we did talk, "Helen took a second before carrying on, "and it is as we thought. Luke told me he wants to be a girl. He believes he thinks and feels like a girl in every way, but his body doesn't fit the person he is. He wants the same things in his life that you and I have in ours. Christine sat back in her chair. They had both been right, but to hear it confirmed by Helen still took her breath away. Once again she was overcome by compassion for this young boy, and wished he were here, right now, so she could hug him and tell him that she cared and understood. "Is he OK?" "He went to school just as he normally does. We didn't talk about it this morning. We said a lot last night and I think he was giving me time to think." Helen described the events of the previous evening in as much detail as she could remember. "The poor boy. What are you going to do now?" "I don't know, but this will not go away. We're going to have to deal with it now. I think there are some websites he wants me to look at tonight. He says there are groups and clubs that give help and advice to people like him. I think I'm going to have to find someone professional to talk to Luke and someone to help me as well. It's such a huge decision. But he's so insistent that he can't live as he is just now. He's absolutely sure he wants to be a girl, the sooner the better. There only seems to be one answer." "Well you know you can count on me for any help I can give. What about Irene and Carol?" "Let's just keep it between the two of us just now. Luke doesn't even know that I've spoken with you. I don't like keeping them in the dark about anything but this is Luke's secret. Let's wait to see how things work out in the meantime." Luke's appearance after school was just like the many others that had gone before, but Christine could not help but see Luke in a new light now that she knew his secret. She convinced herself that, yes, there was a young girl just below the surface and not very far below. at that. She had always thought Luke a handsome young boy but it would not take very much to bring the girl to the fore. Would she be seeing this soon? She was surprised to find that she was excited to know the answer. That evening, Helen and Luke walked home and the talk centred on Luke's schoolwork and general school gossip. Once in the house Luke dumped his gear in his room and appeared in the kitchen as his Mum began to prepare their evening meal. He shuffled around the room and began to get under Helen's feet. "Have you no homework to do?" "Yes, a couple of hours worth." He wasn't sure how he was going to phrase what he was going to say next, but he finally took the plunge. "Mum, can I not be Luke tonight? Can I be the real me?" Helen turned to her son. This was the reality of Luke's desire but she didn't realise she would be facing it quite so soon. "What do you want to do?" "Nothing to much. You'll see. Is it OK?" "Go. Dinner in one hour." Luke dashed out of the kitchen and headed to the bathroom for a shower and shampoo. He stepped from the shower cabinet and rough dried his hair and body. Thrilled that even if his Mum did see him it would now be explainable, he bent down, gathered his hair in a towel, plaited the end of the towel several times, then threw back his head and placed the towel ends over his head to make a turban. He looked in the bathroom mirror and liked what he saw. It was the way his Mum looked after she washed her hair. If only, like his Mum, he had the second towel tucked in above his breasts, the look would be complete. He made his way, unseen, back to his room where he changed into a white tee-shirt and baggy jogger bottoms, then headed to his Mum's bedroom and sat at her dressing table. Helen kept her cosmetics along the shelf below the mirror and in various dishes around the top. Brushes and hairdryer lay at hand, so no time was lost in the short few minutes she gave herself to get ready each morning. He undid the towel and let his hair tumble down. Normally, he let his hair dry naturally. It left it a little shaggy looking and more like the other boys he knew with longish hair, but this time he got the hairdryer and rounded brush that lay on the dresser and proceeded to dry it as smoothly and straight as he could. He was used to seeing his Mum do this every morning and he copied her technique as much as possible. When he was finished he gathered his hair high at the back of his head, then twisted it and secured it with a spring comb his Mum sometimes used, usually when she was working around the house and was wanting a quick hair fix. He longed to do something more adventurous with his hair, but Helen kept her hair in styles that rarely involved more than blow-drying, so she had little use for curlers and rollers and other styling aids and thus gave Luke little help on this front. "Not bad though." he mumbled to himself as he examined the result in the mirror. Using all the skills he had learned watching his unsuspecting Mum or had gleaned from the woman's magazines that lay about the house, Luke began applying his Mum's makeup. Foundation, a little powder, eye shadow and liner, mascara and cheek blush were all put on using an increasingly unsteady hand. He wanted to look convincing for his Mum and nerves were beginning to take hold. He finally came to the lipstick, which was painted, on using a small brush. He looked in the mirror once more and was generally pleased with what he saw. A young girl. Maybe the makeup wasn't perfect, but definitely, a young girl! He wanted to wear something more feminine but he didn't want to wear any of Helen's ill-fitting clothes without her permission. Anyway, he reasoned, perhaps it was best to keep it simple tonight. The clothes he had on were boy/girl casual but with makeup on and his hair up his image was entirely female. Except for one thing. Luke had learned in the past couple of years that accompanying his fantasies came the erection of his hated penis. Sure there was a short lived pleasure in satisfying this problem but he would have preferred not to have to deal with erections at all. It happened when he began his "girl" transformations too, but he was usually able to control himself after the initial release of orgasm It was a two edged sword. He needed his penis not to bulge and there was no doubt it was nice to make this happen, but it was a masculine trait and he longed for the day when it would not be necessary. He did not want to do anything but neither did he want his Mum's first impression of the feminine Luke be spoiled by a bulge in his pants. Reluctantly, he made his way back to the bathroom. His excitement was so great, that he barely had time to extract his penis from his pants, take in fully in hand and point it into the shower cabinet when he groaned, shook, then came, splattering the tiles at the rear of the shower. After a few minutes to calm down, he quickly sprayed the tiles with the cleaner, which was always in the bathroom, then took the showerhead from its holder and washed down the tiles. He cursed the need for this to happen but he was glad to see that with the tee shirt hanging outside his joggers there was now no noticeable problem. He washed his hands, wishing he could shower again and return to how he felt before ejaculating. When he was in girl mode, masturbating, although nice at the time, left him feeling dirty and reminded him all too much of his maleness. He was as ready as he could be. Stepping from the bathroom he headed for the kitchen where he could hear the sound of cutlery being laid on the table. Taking a deep breath, he walked through the door into the kitchen, where his Mum had her back to him and was now laying the plates for dinner. Helen had been anxiously awaiting Luke's return and had been listening to him moving around the house for almost the last hour. She had seldom felt this nervous but this was a feeling she had had almost permanently during the last forty-eight hours. She turned on hearing Luke enter. "Oh my God." Helen would not normally have used this phrase but it was not a considered statement. Before her stood a teenage girl. Sure, she could see that Luke was in there somewhere too, after all she had seen the boy Luke's face change for fifteen years and knew it intimately, but this was a pretty and feminine face. This was Luke if he had been born a girl! "Gosh." she said recovering from her rare profanity, "Let me look at you." Helen sat down at the table and gazed at her son. "You look like ... A GIRL." Luke managed a "Thanks Mum." Never before had Luke heard words so sweet to his ears. Helen's shock eased down one notch. "The makeup needs a little more practice but the hair - very impressive." "I learned from an expert." "How do you mean?" "I've watched you getting ready every morning since I can remember. I guess it's just sunk in." "You were not supposed to have been taking notes." she grinned. She could not take her eyes off Luke. "You learned pretty well. At least one of my big worries has gone. I was scared you'd look..."she searched for words, "just wrong, I guess. And the problems that would cause if that was the case, but you don't. You're very pretty." The sound of the soup in the saucepan beginning to overflow caused Helen to return to more mundane tasks and the business of serving dinner. "Dinner is more than ready. Sit down before it's ruined." They sat in silence for a few moments and ate the soup. "You said you didn't want to be Luke tonight, that you wanted to be the real you. It doesn't seem right to call you Luke when you're this different person. So who am I talking to?" This was something Luke had given a great deal of thought to. He hesitated. He was, after all a boy about to ask his Mum to call him by a girl's name. "I like Lucy, Mum." He waited for a reaction. "It's not too different from Luke but it feels right for me." "I've known you as Luke for fifteen years. Luke is automatic. It's not going to be easy to always get it right, but I'll do my best. I like Lucy too. Lucy it is." Lucy was overjoyed. She thought her Mum must be finding this hard to accept and knew she was trying hard to make her feel as at ease as possible. Helen thought for a moment. "Here's the deal. In the meantime, till I have a better handle on this whole situation, you can be Lucy anytime you want, providing," Helen laid down her rules, "Number one, it's only around the house. Number two, It doesn't stop you doing the other things you should be doing like homework and your chores. Number three, you don't make excuses not to leave the house. The things you would normally do as Luke such as your music club after school must still be done. Is that OK? When you're Lucy I'll do my best to treat you as my daughter and not my son. I want you to be comfortable around me when you're Lucy. Just be the person you want to be." Lucy was thrilled to hear her Mum say these things and left her chair to give her Mum a huge hug. "You're the greatest." Returning to her seat Lucy asked "Will you look at some sites on the net after dinner Mum?" "I don't know how." Helen had many talents but using a computer was not one of them. Buying the computer had been one of her biggest ever purchases. They were not poor, but they did not live beyond their means. Helen ran a pretty old used car that was only used for essential or longer journeys. Walking was the preferred option, if possible. She did not smoke and only drank during her rare social outings. She bought the computer because she was certain Luke would find it helpful for schoolwork and that it would be a useful tool in shaping Luke's future. She did not realise how true the last reason would become, though certainly not in the way she had imagined. "I'll show you the basics of surfing and some sites to visit." Now that her Mum was aware of Lucy's gender problem she wanted her to find out everything she possibly could. Then she would see that to become Lucy full-time was the only way forward. She was sure! "Listen, I did nothing in the house last night and the washing and ironing is piling up." But Helen too, wanted more information and so agreed to Lucy's plan. She would just have to play catch-up later tonight. The soup was finished and together they ate spaghetti before tackling the dishes. "I'll set you up with the computer then leave you to it. I can bring my homework down here. You can shout if you need any help." After some instruction and with the list of addresses that Lucy had provided, Helen was left alone to surf. She soon became quite comfortable and spent the next couple of hours learning more about transgenderism and the help that was available. There was a support group based in a city nearby which looked as if it may be especially useful. It offered help and advice to transgendered teens and their parents but was only staffed at the weekends. She took note of the e- mail address (although she had no idea what to with it) and the contact telephone number and decided she would phone as soon as possible. Two or three times she had needed help and had gone to the kitchen door to ask for assistance. The first time she had been struck by how happy and content Lucy had been, sitting at the table, writing her homework essay, totally at ease. "Lucy." She called to grab her attention, and the smile on her face had told Helen that even this small act of acceptance was being greatly appreciated. A couple of times, when Helen was at the computer, Lucy had come into her bedroom for a pencil or some such thing and Helen noticed that, already, Lucy was adopting a softer, more feminine body language. Nothing extreme, just more relaxed and definitely more girl-like. Did Lucy have to act this way or was this Lucy acting naturally and showing her true self. If it was an act, it was certainly a brilliant one. Helen decided no one was that good an actress. It was now 10 PM and Helen knew the housework still waited. But there was one thing she wanted to say. "Lucy, I've got to admit that it's my turn to confess now. The last couple of days before we talked last night were very difficult for me. I had to talk with someone." Lucy was immediately concerned. "Who?" "Christine. I just had to ask someone's advice." "What did you tell her?" "I had to tell her what I knew Luke." She said slipping and calling him Luke for the first time in several hours. Lucy digested this information. She loved Christine and, whereas some boys may have been attracted to an older beautiful female figure in their lives, for Lucy, as she grew older, she became a feminine role model. Someone she aspired to be like. He had never fancied any beautiful women he met. He'd only wanted to be the same as them. "Oh Mum. How can I face her again? Does she think I'm a freak?" "If you're serious about this, some people will have to know. That's one of the things you're going to have to live with. And if there's anybody you can trust and rely on for help and understanding more than Christine then you'll be very lucky." "She knew when she spoke to you today. Did it sound as if she was disgusted or anything like that. She loves you and wants to help. "I'll still be embarrassed when I see her tomorrow. No one else know?" "Only Christine." Helen looked at the clock again. "I think it's time Lucy started preparing for bed" she sighed. "Makeup takes time to take off properly, you know." "I'm aware of that." smiled Lucy. "I have done it before." Helen smiled too. "Can I use your facial wipes, Mum? They work well." He knew he had school in the morning and his hair would need to return to boy mode." Then I think I'll just jump in the shower again and let my hair dry normally." "Go on then." They hugged. Luke was a loving boy but Helen could not remember the last hug she had had from Luke. Lucy certainly was the hugging type of girl! --- Thursday lunchtime saw Helen and Christine meet up at the canteen as usual. After a bit of store gossip and the daily condemnation of the canteen food, Helen was the first to return the subject to Luke but not in a way that Christine immediately understood. "I met Lucy last night." A blank look settled on Christine's face. "Who's Lucy?" "That's who Luke wants to be. That's his name when he is in girl-mode." "You mean he was Lucy last night. How do you mean?" "I let him put on some makeup and he made a great job of putting his own hair in an undo." "Oh my word. And? Go on." "He spent the night as Lucy." Christine could not stop herself asking, "How did he look?" "Honestly, it was unbelievable. I'm absolutely certain that anyone who had never met Luke would only see a teenage girl. He was a lovely, beautiful, girl. I must admit that Lucy is who Luke should be." "What now?" asked Christine. "I think I've got to help him achieve his dream. I've agreed that he can be Lucy in our house with a some provisos. I've got a number of a support group and I'll phone them this weekend. I don't know if I should contact Dr. Lewis. She's been a great doctor for us but I not sure if Luke would be too embarrassed to see her." "If he goes ahead and transitions, he'll have to get used to letting more people in on his secret." "Last night I told him that I'd discussed all this with you before talking to him. He knows that you know." "Is he OK with that?" "I think he'll be a little bit embarrassed when he comes in tonight, but I told him you loved him and wanted to help, and I think that calmed him down a little. A plan began to form in Christine's mind. "Listen. I've an idea. Luke will have to get used to being Lucy amongst other people. Jim and the boys are leaving to go fishing tomorrow after six. Won't be back till Saturday evening. Why doesn't Luke come round to my house about seven and we can have a girl's night in. He can learn to be Lucy in someone else's company. We can have a great time!" Helen wasn't sure at first, but thought of the time she could have on her own. She had been under immense pressure the last few days and some time alone would not go amiss. "We'll have to ask him of course. But is sounds OK to me. Are you sure?" "Sure I'm sure. It'll be fun for both of us." Luke was feeling a strange mixture of nerves and excitement as he approached the store entrance. The last couple of days had seen his secret come out and with it the feeling that perhaps his dream had come a little closer. It was all he could do to stop himself spilling the story to his two girlfriends. He wanted to tell them so much. He was pretty sure they would understand. They were clever and studious and were now beginning to attract attention from boys outside their little group, who wondered why the girls hung about with the "brainboxes". They did so because they appreciated boys with manners, who cared about their education, and could talk about something other than sport. Luke didn't try and delve too deep into the nature of their friendships. It just seemed the girls in his group of friends were happy to accept him for who he was and not what he was. But oh how he longed to be one of them and be involved in the feminine ways of their live! s from which he was excluded. Catherine saw Luke come through the door. She had previously decided that she wasn't going to allow time for an uncomfortable feeling to develop between them. She had made arrangements to be on the floor and off the checkouts so as soon as it was practical she made eye contact with him and nodded for him to come over. "How you feeling, hon?" "I'm scared about what you see when you look at me." "At the beginning of the week I would have said I saw a young boy who I loved and admired for the way he had been brought up, and the way he behaved. Today, it's the same boy in front of me with the exact same qualities except he has a problem to deal with. There is no difference in the way I feel about you. I want to help in any way I can." "Honest?" "Honest injun" "It just so strange to know that you know my deepest desires. It's very hard to look you in the eye and know that you know that I'm a boy who wants to be a girl." "Well I've got a suggestion that might help you to feel more comfortable when were together. Jim and the boys are going away tomorrow till Saturday evening and I'm not working. I've spoken to your Mum and suggested that you come round tomorrow evening and we can have girl's night together. Just you and me. Your Mum can pick you up early Saturday afternoon. What do you think?" Luke's heart started beating almost through his chest. "What do you have in mind?" "I'm thinking that you can just spend all your time as Lucy. We can do the works. Makeup, hair. We're about the same size so there are plenty of clothes to try on. We can just be a couple of girls doing what girls do. Luke could not believe his ears. This was his most exotic dream come true. To have a beautiful woman, especially one whose femininity he so wished to copy, take him and feminize and treat him as female. It flashed through his mind, "and this could happen tomorrow." Catherine was carrying on. "We'll have a ball." But most of the words were lost on Luke. He was snapped back out by Catherine asking, "Are you on?" Barely able to form a sentence, Luke whispered "And this is OK with Mum?" "It's up to you." Luke's spirit sunk when a horrible thought occurred. There was not one chance in a million that he would not be aroused by this and he doubted that he would be able to control himself. Could he let Catherine see him with an erection? He decided to let her know of his concern. "There's nothing in this world that I would like more, but I have a problem." "What?" Luke's red face returned with a vengeance. "I sometimes find it hard to control what goes on down there." he said glancing shyly towards his trousers. Christine thought for a second. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, OK? This weekend is about being comfortable with who you are. We'll work 'round any problems. I'll give you a call when the boys have gone. Helen was closing her checkout and soon joined Luke and Christine. "You two sorted things out?" "Yes, I think so. I'll phone the back of six and Luke can come round and Lucy can stay." Luke realised that his Mum was certainly keeping Christine up to date. She already knew that Lucy was his girl name. Still, just hearing Christine mention him by this name sent a tingle through his body. On Thursday night, a guitar teacher visited the school and Luke returned for his weekly lesson. Luke loved the guitar and was also able to get a tune out of the music departments pianos. But tonight he struggled to concentrate as his mind constantly returned to what tomorrow evening might hold for him. In bed, he only slept fitfully. He could not have been more excited. Some boys maybe lose sleep because they are playing in the big game the following day. Luke couldn't sleep because tomorrow he would put on makeup, perhaps wear a dress and be a girl. All in the company of woman who, for him, personified femininity. If she could accept him becoming a girl, as a boy whose needs were of a woman like her and not of a man, he would feel his goal was achievable. He knew that Friday was going to be a long school day! At breakfast, Helen asked Luke if he would be able to meet her at the nearby shopping mall at lunchtime. They had done this many times before, as Helen liked to escape from the store sometimes and meet Luke for lunch in a small cafe they both liked. Come 12.30 PM Helen told Christine she was off to the mall and left to meet Luke. Luke was waiting outside the cafe. "No time for that today. Come on. We've shopping to do." Luke was confused. This was unusual. His Mum did her grocery shopping in her own store and shopped for other things at the weekend. He followed his Mum and headed through the entrance of Stewarts a store that sold inexpensive but decent quality clothes. No designer labels here. They had often got clothes for both of them in this shop before. Helen led the way. "Follow me." They headed for the Girls Department and Helen began to browse. Luke was unsure what was happening. He stood behind her and feigned disinterest. After a couple of minutes Helen swung out a dress without unhooking it from the rack. "Do you like this?" she asked quietly. "What?" "Do you like this dress?" she repeated. It slowly dawned on Luke what was happening. He was clothes shopping with his Mum in the girls department of a local store. FOR HIM! Some of his most personal fantasies were now coming true one after the other. "For me?" he whispered back. "Well it's a little young for me, don't you think? We obviously can't try anything on but I think I can guess what will fit you. I've seen some things I like. If you like them too just give me a nod." In a few minutes, a dress, two skirts, and some blouses and tops were over Helen's arm. A pair of small-heeled black shoes was added. "I'm going to pay for these. I'll meet you at the door." Luke watched his Mum at the till. His first items of female clothes were being bought for him. He was determined they would not be the last. Helen left the till and headed for the door. "You can take these with you tonight. Christine told me she had plenty of things at her house but I thought you should take something of your own." "Mum, I can't tell you how much this means to me. Thanks a thousand times over." There was only time for them to grab a quick takeaway snack before heading their separate ways to store and school. Helen stored the new clothes in her locker and pondered how much had happened this week. She found herself thinking her version of the standard statement that often comes up when the unusual happens. "If someone had told me on Monday that I'd be buying a dress for Luke before the end of the week..." The thought didn't need finishing. She rushed into the main store to open her checkout with only a minute to spare. Early evening saw Luke sitting in front of the television but taking little interest on the screen. Helen had spoken with Christine and had agreed that Luke would bring his new clothes and that Christine was otherwise happy to supply all the other clothes and makeup etc. that they might need. Lying by the door, Luke could see the bag that his Mum had packed for his stay and was absolutely desperate for the phone to ring. At 6.30 the phone finally rang and Luke tried to remain calm as his Mum picked up the receiver. Helen said hello, and began some small talk. Luke could not be sure who was on the other end of the line and longed to interrupt and enquire, but knew his Mum would not appreciate his bad manners. Eventually, the need to interrupt was ended when Helen said, "OK. We're ready. I'll drop him off in a few minutes. Bye." Helen put the phone down and turned to see her son wearing a broad smile. "C'mon then. Let's get going." she urged, picking up the overnight bag. They jumped into the old runaround and drove the couple of miles to Christine's house. Luke had been here many times and although it was much the same as all the other houses that surrounded it, compared to their small apartment it was pretty grand and spacious. Luke had always enjoyed coming here, but had never arrived with such anticipation. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have a great time." "Thanks Mum." Seconds later he was walking up the pathway to the front door and, as he turned to wave his Mum goodbye, Christine opened the door to greet him. "C'mon in." He followed her into the hallway and through to the lounge. Walking behind her, he was immediately struck by how this woman represented everything he loved about the female of the species. She was good looking, no doubt about it, but it was the fact that she looked like she enjoyed being a woman that made her beautiful in Luke's eyes. She was in no way vain, but she enjoyed making sure her hair and makeup was just right and she was always dressed attractively. She enjoyed being a girl! Christine immediately tried to calm any nerves the two of them may have felt. "Listen Luke. I want you to feel free to be exactly who you want to be while you're here. Don't be embarrassed about anything. And I really mean that. From this moment on I'm going to call you Lucy and you can call me Christine. And from now on we're going to have a great time. I've run a bath for you, so why don't you run upstairs and have a nice soak. You can leave your clothes on the chair. There's a dressing gown hanging on the door for you. Oh, and don't wash your hair, OK. Give me a shout when your finished. Is that OK?" Lucy looked a little sheepish." That's great, but do you mind if I don't call you Christine. It just doesn't feel right for me. Can I stay with Auntie Chris." Christine thought for a moment. In a way this was typical of Luke; he was getting older and Christine had thought he may have wanted to be a little more adult, but his upbringing didn't allow him to call his elders by their first name. He had always called her Auntie Chris and he wanted it to stay that way. Christine was happy that was the case and proud that this wonderful teenager considered her his aunt. "That's just fine by me, Lucy. Now run upstairs and have that bath." Lucy was not about to disagree. She just nodded a yes and headed upstairs to the bathroom. She opened the door and saw the bath full of bubbles and smelled the perfumed aroma that it gave out. Lucy didn't know what it was, but it was the type of smell Helen left in their bathroom after a bath. To Lucy, it was, "essence of woman." She undressed. Her senses were overwhelmed and very quickly the inevitable happened. She had been expecting this and knew it was a chance to relieve her built up tensions. She stood over the toilet and without any physical stimulation, started to ejaculate. She pumped hard as if trying to rid herself of all the male juices she did not want and hoped this would allow her to stay calmer for the evening ahead. She cleaned herself and flushed the toilet then slid into the beautiful soft water bath. The bath was lovely, but Lucy was eager for what lay ahead, so after ten minutes she left the bath and dried herself and put on the lavender silk style gown that hung on the door. She opened the door, "Christine." "OK. I hear you. I'll be right up. Christine appeared at the top of the stairs and smiled at the boy in the girl's gown. "Did you enjoy that?" "I loved the smell." "Good. I was thinking I could wash your hair over at the basin and then maybe we could go next door to the dresser and I'd set it with some rollers." Lucy could only manage a, "Yes please." "Right then. Sit down over here." Christine placed a chair with it's back to the basin and motioned Lucy to sit. "This is where I wash my hair if I'm not showering. There's a pull-out showerhead on the mixer just for shampooing." Lucy walked over to the chair and sat down. "Just pull the gown down a little at your shoulders and I'll get the temperature right." Christine turned on the mixer and ran the water over her hand. "That's about perfect. Are you ready?" She gathered Lucy's hair. "Tilt your head back a little." Lucy did as she was told and felt her hair fall into the basin. "Just relax and enjoy." Seconds later came the wonderful sensation of warm water soaking through her hair to her scalp. After her hair was soaked thoroughly, Christine squeezed shampoo on to her hand and began to work it gently into Lucy's hair. This experience was turning into all that Lucy had hoped for. She looked up at Christine, who was busy concentrating on the shampoo job and marvelled that this vision of femininity was allowing this boy to join her in her woman's world. Relax and enjoy is exactly what Lucy did and she was disappointed when Christine began to rinse the conditioner from her hair as she knew this part was almost over. Christine turned off the water. "All finished." She gently squeezed the excess water from Lucy's hair. "Head forward now." She took a towel and wrapped it in a turban round Lucy's head. "Are you relaxed?" Lucy nodded. "It was lovely. Really nice." "Let's go next door then." Lucy followed Christine into the bedroom. In one corner was the "woman's workstation". Mirror, chair and all the trinkets of the female lifestyle. She made her way over and sat down. Looking around, she was aware that almost all the boxes and sprays etc. that sat along the dresser, lay a large tray of assorted rollers, though most were about 3/4 of an inch in diameter. Christine moved behind Lucy and began to unravel the towel. "Your Mum said you would especially enjoy having your hair set so let's give it a go." She took a brush and ran it through Lucy's hair from front to back. Then she sprayed some setting mouse onto the palm of her hand before beginning to run her hands through the hair to spread it evenly. Lucy sat transfixed, watching Christine's movements in the mirror. After gently brushing one more time, Christine took a comb and parted Lucy's hair to the right of centre. She separated a strand of wet hair at the front and combed it through. She lifted it to it's full height, took a 3/4 in. roller from the tray, placed it at the top of the strand and gently began to wind the roller and hair down towards Lucy's head, so the open end of the roller faced to the front. Lucy watched in the mirror and felt the sensation on her head. It was a visual and sensory experience. She watched the roller in Christine's hand gather her tensioned hair and move towards her head. She felt it touch on her scalp, and saw Christine hold the roller steady, take a metal spring clip and run it inside the roller against her scalp to secure it firmly. Lucy's first roller was in place. A second roller followed and was laid beside the first. For the moment, Christine concentrated on winding the rollers and worked in silence. With Lucy mesmerised, she worked her way down towards Lucy's ear, using seven rollers altogether. Lucy's senses had never experienced such an assault. She wanted these few moments to last forever and wished that time would move in slow motion to prolong this bliss. Christine continued winding from the other side of the parting down to the other ear, leaving Lucy's face framed by eleven clipped rollers. Lucy just stared in the mirror, her gaze alternating between her hair and Christine's face. On one occasion, Christine had stepped back to check the set in the mirror and found Lucy staring admiringly at her. Lucy knew she had been caught and was immediately embarrassed. But a huge smile broke over Christine's face and eased her blushes. "This is fantastic for me. I always wanted a daughter and miss not being able to do any of this kind of girl stuff, so I think we're both having fun. You know you look amazing. I've only put in some rollers and you've not even got any makeup on yet, but sitting in that robe you already look like a gorgeous teenage girl. Just wait till we're finished. You'll look sensational." Lucy had never felt more feminine in her life. She was living her dream. Christine began to set the rest of Lucy's hair, working from the front to the back this time. "I hope this is living up to your expectations." "I can't tell you how good this feels. I know you must wonder why that is, but it's just such a feminine thing to do. Something only a woman should do!" "No. I know exactly what you mean. I love going to the salon and having my hair done. I love everything about it. The pampering. The relaxation. I deliberately chose a salon where there are no males working so the atmosphere is really girly. I live with three men, so I love all the girl-talk with the salon staff. I leave feeling great." Lucy ventured a compliment. "I think yo