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Boy to Princess - The Next day
By Jennifer Allison
"I think we need to get these kids home," announced Mom. "Dean isn't
doing a very good job of staying awake."
"I think that is a good idea," said the PM. "I will try to be over at
your house tomorrow to go into more details."
I was taken home instead of back to Sam's.
My dad had to almost carry me into my room.
The next thing I remember is my mom waking me up the next morning.
"I am glad that was a dream," were the first words out of my mouth.
"What was that dear?" Asked my mom.
"The dream I had last night," I told her. "I dreamed I was turned into a
girl, then was told I was heir to the throne."
My mom stared me right in my face and said. "That wasn't a dream."
As I sat up in bed I scream, "WHAT!"
Looking down I found I was now wearing one of my mom's night gowns. One
of those which could pass as slip but isn't. I also couldn't miss the
mounds of flesh protruding from my chest.
"You need to get dressed, we have a lot shopping and other things to do
today," mom told me.
"Shopping for what?" I asked.
"For your new wardrobe for one thing," replied mom. "You can't wear my
or Mildred's things to school Monday. Also your hair is a mess. I made
an appointment at my beauty parlor. We will have it permed when we have
more time."
"I can't go out looking like this, school is out of the question." I
said with my arms across chest underneath my breast.
"You are doing both," My mom said with a look on her face that I only
saw once before. I still have the welts from the belt on my backside and
that was five years ago.
Thinking of a way out, I said. "We can't afford a wardrobe for me."
"You're right if it was still yesterday, but today the PM handed over
some of your inheritance. He figured we could use an advance."
My head started to reel off things I could buy with all that money I now
had.
"Don't start counting your money; you will only get enough to get by
until your twenty-first birthday." My mom told me. She then reminded,
"Do I need to get the belt to get you out of bed and dressed."
I then felt the need that almost everyone feels when they first wakeup:
a call from Mother Nature.
I made it to the bathroom in time and I also remembered I now had to sit
down. My mother must have read my mind, like most mothers can do. I
heard her whisper through the door. "Dean, you'll need to wipe from
front to back when you are done."
As I sat there, I felt the pain of hunger. "Mom I need some breakfast
before we go out."
"It is sitting on the table, I laid out one of my housecoats for you to
use," she replied.
My brother sat there dumbfounded as I walked into the room. He finally
said, "Dean I thought it was all a dream."
I then realized a very important point. "I have to change my name. If
you keep calling me Dean. , I would hate to think of how many questions
that will raise."
"What would you like to be called?" my dad asked.
Remembering things I heard and seen. I asked. "Did you have a girl's
name picked if I had been born a girl?"
"Yes we did, it was Jennifer," replied mom.
"Then that is my feminine name," I told them. "I am now Jennifer."
"Two items the PM brought up during his visit." My dad then announced.
"You and your brother will no longer have to worry about college. It
will be paid for out of the inheritance. You can't be the official ruler
until you are twenty-one, but that won't mean you won't be involved in
running the country."
Mom then turned on the TV in the kitchen.
The first thing we saw was the face of the PM.
After a round of applause, the PM got right the point of the news
conference.
"I would like to announce. We have found an heir to the throne." Before
he could get another word in, the reporters starting shooting out
questions like a machine gun.
"Who is it?'
"Is an it, a he or a she?"
"Are they here?"
"How old are they?"
And many more like those above.
"Please calm down and let me answer your questions the best I can?"
asked the PM. The reporters just kept firing questions. Finally the PM
had to announce. "You have a choice. You can calm down or I can answer
none of your questions. You have the count of ten." The PM held up his
hands with fingers extended and started counting from ten to one. At two
the room became completely quiet.
"The heir can not assume the throne due to their age. So until they can.
We will not give out their name, or their sex or even their age. The
country will be run just like it has for the last month. The heir will
have a say on it is run. But they can't assume rule until their twenty-
first birthday."
"Why won't you tell us who it is?" asked a local TV reporter.
"When they assumed the throne their life will be turned upside down. All
we want to do now is let them enjoy a few a years of peace."
"Was the heir told of their Royal heritage?" asked a newspaper reporter.
"Yes they have."
"How did you find them?" asked the same reporter.
"I can't tell you how, but what I can tell you. The Royal line didn't
die out."
A few more questions were left unanswered as the PM announced. 'That is
all." He then left the room.
My mom and I had an argument up in her room.
"You have to be kidding I am not wearing that," I told her.
"You might be the heir and tell others what to do, but I am still your
mother and no daughter of mine is going braless," She told me.
We had a few more angry words and then spent ten minutes more teaching
me the right way to attach the hooks in back. "You'll need do this like
you have been doing it for years when you take gym Monday."
What didn't help was the size difference between mine and my mom's
breast. Let's say the bra sagged a bit. "Don't worry about the sagging.
One of the items on the shopping list is the right size bra for you."
"You look nice Dean," Mildred said to me as I walked down the stairs.
"When I am in my feminine form I am using the name Jennifer," I told
her.
She then did something totally unexpected. She hugged me and pecked me
on the cheek.
"Jennifer, you will have to learn that is a normal greeting between
women that are friends. Peck her back."
"Bonnie it looks like you and I have a lot work to do," Mildred said.
Who then asked, "What Jennifer's cover story? Some one will ask."
"The story is. She is my niece who parents died recently and she has
come to live with us," My mom said. "Since the fire that killed her
parents also burned all of her clothes, that is why we are buying so
many new things."
As we passed people in the mall, all we heard being discussed was the
PM's announcement. The main topic of these conversations were. "Who is
the new heir?" I even saw a couple ask their friend, "is it you?" But no
one asked me that question.
The first stop was the Teenage Girl Boutique. The sign above the door
read. 'What girls wants to wear.'
The sales clerk my mom brought over to help us. To my utter dismay it
was some one I knew, but only by sight and dream.
She was a senior when I was a freshman in high school. She was also the
girl that every boy in school wanted to date and get in her pants. I
know from experience that she has caused more than her fair share of wet
dreams.
"Allison this is my niece Jennifer," my mom introducing us. "She needs
everything since all of her stuff was burned in a fire."
Allison then asked, "What your bra size, Jennifer?"
"Jennifer is still a little shell shocked from the fire. I think it is
best we measure her." my mom answered for me.
Allison then took her measuring tape and wrapped around my armpits, then
she moved it down till it touched my nipples. She then announced, "She's
a 33C." Then she moved down to my waist and then my hips. "27 waist and
a 34 hips."
My mom then did something most moms don't do. "I am not really sure what
styles girls are wearing now. Allison since you are closer to Jennifer's
age could you help us in that matter?"
Mildred then reminded my mom. "Bonnie don't forget Jennifer's hair
appointment."
"Jennifer has an appointment at the beauty parlor in thirty minutes. So
we need this stuff pretty darn quick."
Allison then called over the others employees and the whirlwind started.
I must have tried on three dozen items in the time allowed. From hip
hugging panties to French cut lace bras to full slips to half slips.
Even a couple nighties were thrown in. We made it with five minutes to
spare. Mildred stayed to pay for our purchases as my mom and I headed to
the beauty parlor.. I heard later that the bill was close to three
thousand dollars.
As I sat down in the chair, I heard Alicia the beautician tell mom, "Her
hair is a mess."
Mom replied, "I know it is, all I want for now is to make it
presentable. In two weeks we will come in and you can perm it."
It started with a trim to get rid of the split ends. Then came the
shampoo and then the heated curlers. As this was all going on Alicia
kept jabbering away. "Did you see the PM on TV? OF course you did. I
wonder who the heir is? Could it be a customer of mine?" She never gave
me a chance to answer a question.
When my mom retuned an hour later with Mildred, I now looked very
presentable with no hair out of place and in a wave.
As we walked out of the beauty parlor, I found out my mom and Mildred
hadn't been sitting around waiting for me. They had been shopping for
clothes. There were at least ten different outfits for me to try on. In
the end, we choose six of them and a couple more I picked out myself. My
mom's picks were mostly skirts and dresses. Where mine were jeans and
pants, the hip hugging kind. Like most girls are wearing today. Very
little room between the junction of the legs and waist band.
I brought at least 6 pairs of shoes. Only one pair had heels and they
were only two inches.
Since we couldn't take all my purchases home, we made a deal with the
clothing store's delivery department to have all of them delivered
Monday. But I took two outfits out with me when I left. The one I was
wearing and the one I would be wearing to school.
I was totally a different girl from the girl that walked into the mall.
Where once I never even got a first glance. Where now I was getting
third and fourth glances. To tell you the truth, I like it.
When I arrived home, I found the PM sitting in the living room with my
dad. From the looks on their faces I knew they were please at my new
look. "This can't be the same girl that left my house earlier this
morning."
"Yes it is daddy," I said as I pecked him on the cheek. I did this cause
I have seen many daughters meet their fathers this way.
"You are becoming quite a young lady Jennifer," said the PM.
Before I could ask, dad answered my question. "I told him your feminine
name."
I then told them. "Don't start practicing. 'God Save the Queen'. I'm
still Dean down deep inside me."
Turning towards mom, the PM asked. "Did you have enough money?"
"We ran out and I had to used my credit card," replied mom
The PM then handed me and parents each a credit card. "The bank has set
up a special account for the three of you."
"Won't that make them think something funny is going on," asked my dad.
"No problem, I just reminded the bank President, that if there is any
leak the heir will take their banking some place else. Especially when
your client's account is worth half of your bank's business. I don't see
any problems."
I then asked. "If you make so many trips here won't the press concluded
this is the reason?"
"The Royal Family and Parliament has a deal with the country's press.
After a certain time of the day we are left alone. Say if a newspaper
breaks this rule yesterday. They will not be invited to today's press
conference."
"What about the foreign press and tabloids," I asked.
"They all have to be certified and have to agree to same deal," replied
the PM. "Their penalty is a lot worse. Thirty years ago a member of the
World press broke the news that a member of Parliament was gay. This was
back when being gay was something that you kept in the closet. Every
member of the foreign press lost their certification and had to reapply.
With the understanding if anything like this happens again, they
wouldn't be allowed to reapply for a year. Nobody has broken that deal
since."
"I hope it works in my case." I then asked, "Do you know what time
tonight that I will switch back?"
"I am not sure. This hasn't happened in a thousand years, so everything
is new to all of us," the PM answered. Then he said, "If I had to bet
two dollars on it. I say midnight but I wouldn't bet the house on it."
We talked some more as my mom and I ate the pizza my dad had ordered
earlier. The PM left the house around 9:30 but not before he and I had a
talk, just the two of us.
"I don't think I can pull this off, especially for five years," I
started
.
"To tell you the truth your highness. I don't see how we can either,"
was his reply. "Mr. Drew put the odds of us pulling it off at a million
to 1."
"I am talking about the world finding out who I am. I am talking about
me handling this sex swapping back and forth. I was in the mall today
and I liked the looks the men were giving me as I passed, the shopping,
and trying on clothes. I even found the beauty parlor fun. Yesterday I
would have told you were crazy if you told me. Pausing a minute before
continuing, I told him what I wanted. "I want help. I don't mean help
from you, my parents or my friends. I mean professional help. Someone
who will help me keep my head on straight."
"That might be very hard to do," the PM told me.
"Then I will make it simple for you." I then told him. "My first
official order as heir to the throne. Find someone!"
When he left he wasn't a happy camper.
At 11:00 I headed for the shower and then off to bed wearing one the new
nighties I had brought.
At 12:30 my dad woke me with these words. "Dean, I think you should
dress in something more appropriate."
Looking down I found myself in my old body. So I change back into pajama
bottoms and went back to sleep.
End of part 2
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