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The Prom Queen - The Story of a Lovely Boy -- Part Six By Katherine Day (Copyright 2006 by K - G Communications) Corey Sanders, his loveliness so apparent in the junior dress he was wearing, stood in nervous anticipation, holding hands with his boy friend, Mark Lundstrom. He was one of five contestants to win the honor of being Prom Queen for Carney High School. The five were joined by their male partners and other supporters and they waited in the wings of the giant stage of the school auditorium to begin the competition. All five contestants were obviously tense, as they fussed with their hair, smoothed out their dresses and gowns and chattered with each other. They had greeted each other with smiles, perhaps a bit exaggerated under the circumstances, but recognizing that protocol called for such niceties. Even Nicole, who had been somewhat put in the minority due to her failure to support Corey's candidacy, was all sweetness. "Darling Corey," she said. "You are so lovely today." "And you, too, Nicole," Corey said in his most sultry manner. "I love your outfit." Corey in truth did like Nicole's outfit; she was a tall girl, and quite robust, yet she wore a chic black cocktail dress, with butterfly shoulders and a dignified bodice that neutralized her rather ample beasts. It made her quite feminine, overcoming her square solid body. Corey mused that he'd hate to get into a fight with Nicole; she looked like she could have beaten him to a pulp, unless, of course, he fought like a girl. The thought brought a smile to his face. "Ok, girls, listen up," announced Mrs. Pfeifer, the assistant principal who was charged with overseeing the prom. "Gather over here." "My, we have such a lovely group of girls here ... ah ... contestants," she fumbled. They all laughed, and Corey reddened a bit. "Anyway, you all are very pretty and we should have a fun time today. I'm glad to see you've all made friends with each other. Let's keep it that way. I know sometimes in competition we may forget that, but let's try. "I know that this year we have some special circumstances with the nomination of Corey here. The School Board and the Student Council have reviewed his nomination, and he has been found to have every right to participate. He asks no special considerations, and he has told us he is not wearing any devices to enhance his appearance as a girl. I think you all know what I mean. We've banned any press from the competition, and the selection will be made by your fellow students. Any questions?" There were none, and she went over the rules and procedures once more with the girls, then asked, "Are all five boys here? The ones who nominated you?" The boys were there, standing next to the girls they nominated; Mark was holding Corey's hand, as were the others. Soon, tuhey all posed for a group picture by the photographer for the school yearbook, each girl sitting in front of the boy who will escort her to the prom. "I think this is the most beautiful group of girls ... ah, of contestants ... we've ever had," Mrs. Pfeifer commented, again to laughter, as the picture was being posed. "I feel like we're in a 'Miss America' pageant," commented Lekiesha Taylor, who wore a striking red dress, with a full bodice and lovely scarf. The red 4" pumps she wore highlighted her long legs, and her hair was fashioned in dreadlocks with tiny ribbons of red. "I think you'd win that easily," commented her boyfriend, Billy Henderson. "Isn't she a beauty?" "You all are," interjected Mrs. Pfeifer. "All could walk down the Miss America runway and be winners." Tanya whispered in Corey's ear, "Isn't this neat? You're easily as pretty as any of them." She gave Corey's shoulder an encouraging caress, and he responded, "Oh it is so cool, Tanya. I feel so good to be one of the girls here." Mark, who was still holding Corey's hand, gave Corey's cheek a quick brush of his lips, adding, "I am so happy you're my girl." "You both have been so nice to me," Corey said. "I thank you both." "Ok, contestants," announced Mrs. Pfeifer. "The program is about to begin." Behind stage, the group could hear the rustling and rumble of 1,100 high schoolers piling into their seats, some loud voices and the pleadings of several teachers, entreating the kids to hurry to their seats and to "BE QUIET!" Mrs. Pfeifer opened the session, bringing them to order, reminding them that this competition is one of the highlights of the year and urging that they refrain from catcalls and rude comments. "Each girl ... ah ... contestant deserves ... ." Titillating giggles began to fill the room, but her stern, steady stare soon quieted the audience. "As I said, each contestant deserves the courtesy of your attention. All five have worked very hard for this competition, and I think you'll find you election of any one of them will bring pride to Carney High. Now I bring out Todd Spencer, president of the Student Council, who will be our master of ceremonies." Corey was so nervous, feeling panic in his stomach, holding onto Mark's hand with all the strength he could muster. Mark squeezed back, and said, "Soon it'll be over, and you'll do fine. Hey, I'm scared, too. I have to introduce you. Oh, how I hate to speak before lots of people." Corey felt so good to be in the company of this strong boy and her equally strong friend, Tanya. Right now, though, he'd love to find refuge from all this by climbing into the arms of either one of them. The contestants had drawn lots to see the order of their presentation in each part of the competition. Corey was second in the opening runway walk, following Lekiesha. There was no doubt that Lekiesha would be one of the favorites, which was shown by the applause and "oohs" and "aahs" that came from the audience as she walked down the runway. Now it was Mark's turn to introduce Corey. He left for the stage and Corey squeezed his hand once more, their eyes meeting in a mutual look of encouragement. As football captain and a member also of the basketball team, Mark was well-known and liked by most in the school, and he received applause as Spencer introduced him. Someone yelled out, "Faggot," and a tense silence filled the room, followed by some subdued giggles. Spencer warned: "None of that, please." Mark had prepared remarks, but he put them aside, as he began speaking, at first softly and slowly, but soon gathering momentum: "I have nominated Corey Sanders to be prom queen because she is beautiful. And, yes, I call Corey 'her', because for this week she's all girl, in hopes of being a prom queen for which all students of Carney can be proud. She's a beautiful girl in many ways, beautiful in her looks, which you will soon see; she's beautiful in her home life, having helped her single mom raise her and two younger children; she's beautiful in her school activities, including the 'Carney Writings' [the school's literary magazine] and social work club, and she's beautiful in her heart. I'm proud to nominate Corey Sanders and present her to you." Corey began his walk down the runway, almost so fast that he had a bit of trip as he walked out from behind the curtain, quickly recovering himself and walking with the feminine grace he had been practicing so hard to attain. Applause and cheers and hoots erupted from the students, but Corey hardly heard them, he was in a trance of girlhood, feeling so pretty and feminine with his lovely shoulders and arms and his long, lovely firm legs so exposed. "That's no boy," he heard faintly in the roar of the crowd. He completed the runway walk with constant applause, leaving the stage with more grace than he had entered. He ran right into the arms of Mark, grabbing him tightly. "Corey, you were lovely out there, they loved you." "I think your beauty even shut up the morons," said Tanya. "And now, I have to give my speech," Corey said. "I'm so nervous, I'm not sure how I'll survive." Tanya gave Corey the speech, which was written by Jason; it was a superbly crafted bit of wordsmanship, and Corey only hoped he could do it justice. Jason's wit and cleverness were all over the words, and Corey and Tanya had altered it to be a bit simpler, befitting Corey's own nature. The others, meanwhile, completed their runway tours, each with loud applause and whistles and hoots; it was hard to tell who had the biggest applause, although Tanya was convinced that Corey's was the loudest and Nicole's the quietest. "Are you sure that's not just your wishful thinking?" Corey asked her. Corey's speech was the fourth in succession, immediately following Nicole's. True to her nature, Nicole continued her campaign against Corey's nomination, perhaps to show up Mark, her ex-boy friend. "I would ask that you students consider the proud reputation of Carney High in casting your ballots," Nicole said. "That means the queen should be a real girl, and not a fake." She was interrupted by a scattering of boos and some applause. She momentarily seemed confused, and unsure, but then continued, "Why is one of the candidates even running? As a lark? To make a political point? Why?" More boos and scattering applause followed. Again, Nicole seemed to stumble. It seemed like she didn't know what to say next, but then finally finished by saying, "I would be in the tradition of the finest of our past prom queens, three of whom will be judging us. Don't make a mockery of this competition. Thank you." She turned on her heels and walked off the stage, and Corey, awaiting his turn, saw tears rolling down Nicole's face as she walked by, her head down. Corey strangely felt sorry for Nicole, though he couldn't figure out why. He had no time to ponder that, since he was now walking on stage. He was given loud applause as he was announced, and as he stood nervously at the podium, realizing now his hands were shaking, he paused just a moment. Someone yelled, "You go, girl." There was brief encouraging applause following that comment, and Corey began, using his soft, gentle voice. He had learned not to try to elevate the pitch of his voice too high, but to use girlish inflections, and phraseology to sound feminine. Fortunately, he knew the speaker system in the auditorium would carry his voice well. "Fellow Carney students, I am proud to have been nominated by Mark to be your prom queen. I thank him for his courage in making this nomination. Yes, by birth and according to school records, I am a boy. My life, so far, has been more like a girl's, and I feel so happy when I am dressed and acting as a girl. "Mark has known me all my life. He saw the 'girl' in me, and never belittled me when I was a failure at sports or boy stuff. "So I'm pleased to have this opportunity to compete as a girl. I'm so happy so many of you have welcomed me as a girl, and treated me with respect. For those of you who don't understand what I am doing or why I am doing it, I ask for your understanding and for an opportunity to get to know you. "I want your vote only if you think I am the best girl for the title of prom queen. I honor the traditions of Carney High, and would do nothing to shame you or the school. Your teachers and administrators have been so understanding of my situation, particularly Coach Mathias who recognized the 'girl' in me and prevailed upon Ms. Simmons to take me on in ballet. She's been a real inspiration. "I want to thank also the girls in the ballet class, whom all accepted me as one of them and helped to turn a clumsy boy into what I hope you'll find to be a pretty ballerina. Also, thanks to my committee, Tanya and Carol from ballet class, and Michael, my close friend, and Jason, who helped me in this speech. Finally and most importantly I must thank my mother who understood how her son needed to be a girl, at least for now, and my sisters Ronnie and Rachel who endured some hazing from school mates because of me, their weird brother." That last remark brought light laughter in the audience. "Finally, let me say, I do not want your vote because some of you may think I am some sort of strange novelty. If you're so inclined, please cast you vote for one of the other four contestants. They're all beautiful, as you've seen, and you'll soon see how talented they are. I've gotten to know all four during this competition, and the truth is, they're all lovely girls. "I love all of you, my fellow Carney students. I ask your vote. May the best girl win." Corey moved to the right of the podium as the applause started, responded with a slight curtsey, leaving the stage. There were scattered shouts of "Corey! Corey! Corey!" which grew in intensity; there were also several derisive yells of "faggot", "queer" and "sissy." He rushed again into Mark, hugging him, as he came into backstage. Corey could have remained in his arms all afternoon, but he had to change into the ballet costume for the talent portion of the competition. Fortunately, Corey's presentation was to be the fourth, followed by Pang's piano playing, and that would help give him time for the change. Tanya helped Corey change into his ballerina outfit, a tutu, white tights and ballet slippers; his hair was pulled back and tied with a ribbon and he inserted breast forms, just so the ballet outfit would fit properly. Over the ballet outfit, he put on a football uniform, minus any shoulder pads. Mark provided the uniform and it was overly large on Corey's slender body, but he would wear it for less than a minute on stage, during which time he would show his total ineptitude for the sport, including fighting off a football tossed to him from offstage in a very girlish manner. As planned the "Notre Dame Fight Song" would end abruptly when he missed the football, and turn into "Swan Lake". At that point a glum Corey would take off the football uniform and emerge as a lovely ballerina, and perform his dance. Tanya's presence in the dressing room, helping Corey disrobe and put on his performance outfit, took on a very business-like manner. Even though he was stripped down to panties and bra, the two thought nothing of it; they viewed each other as girls. The two talked little since time was of the essence, but Tanya's fingers seemed to linger on Corey several times, and Corey again felt the warmth the two shared. "Tanya, it's so wonderful for you to help me," Corey said. "I enjoy doing it, Corey, dear," she said. "You're so pretty today, and I thought your speech was just marvelous." "Well thank Jason for lots of it." "I know, but I sensed your sweetness coming through. You're just about the sweetest girl I know." "Tanya thanks for saying that. You're so sweet to help me and be my girl friend." Tanya smiled, and said, "You're saying that as a girl, aren't you? Not as a boy." "Don't you consider me a girl?" "I do. I do." Tanya gave Corey and quick hug and sisterly kiss, as the word came that it was Corey's turn to perform. "Break a leg, girl," Tanya said as Corey walked out to the stage area. As Corey pranced onto the stage in his football player's uniform, there was resounding laughter in audience. In an exaggerated feminine manner, he tiptoed about, performing a delicate step in the march tempo of the "Notre Dame Fight Song". It was deliciously hilarious; he faked like he was running the ball as a halfback, with mincing, sissy steps and he pretended to tackle, only to fall and then get up daintily, brushing himself off. The audience roared. Finally, Corey posed as if awaiting a pitched ball, and it came (thrown by Michael from the wings) and Corey fought it off, like a girl would who was afraid of catching it and hurting her hands. Showing disgust, he took off his helmet, removed his jersey and football pants, revealing a ballerina, all in white. And the music changed abruptly to "Swan Lake". The audience applauded loudly and whistled as he performed the change. Corey executed nearly two minutes of solo dancing without a flaw, turning a pirouette perfectly. The performance ended to loud sustained applause, plus a few whistles and appreciative shouts. Now, as was the custom, the three judges would give their judgment as to the worthiness of the performance as well as to other aspects of the competition, including the runway walk and the speech. First to comment was Andrea Walker, an elegantly dressed lady whose complexion and silver hair showed much attention. The sign in front of her read: "Andrea Hinton Walker. Prom Queen 1963." "Dear, I must say you're amazing," she said to Corey. "I don't like the fact that you're in this competition; you have no business being here." The audience let out with loud groans, but Mrs. Walker continued, "Now hear me out on this. I can only find praise for your looks; you were easily the prettiest girl on the runway. I love your outfit. And, you gave a very gracious speech. I can see you are truly a lady. I loved your performance; it was imaginative and entertaining and you're obviously a better ballerina than a footballer." Sandy Livingston, whose sign read, "Prom Queen, 1981," was a tanned, blonde, very erect woman. She looked as if she could have been in the competition. "I can only echo Mrs. Walker's comments. You are indeed a pretty and lovely girl, at least here today. I couldn't help laughing at your performance; you did it so well. You may have a future as an actor, or actress, I might say. In short, you would be a worthy queen if the students vote you in." The audience applauded. Michelle Johnson Kirkendorf ("Prom Queen, 1998") was a short, dark haired woman, who could only be described as "cute". She was tiny, and was obviously pregnant. "Corey, you were so sweet in your speech," she began. "I think you're just adorable, and would make a lovely prom queen. I was impressed with your talent as a ballerina; I too had Ms. Simmons and performed a ballet for my talent portion, so maybe I'm prejudiced. I also know ballet, and you have the grace and the beauty to make a great ballerina, if somehow the fates permit that to happen. Best of luck to you." And the audience cheered. Pang Xiong was the final contestant, and Corey remained in the wings with the others to watch. After Corey left the stage, the four others, including Nicole, came over and hugged Corey, saying how well he had done. He replied to each by wishing them well. If Corey was a hit, Pang was a smash hit. She began her piano performance with the Maple Leaf Rag, by Scott Joplin, which is always difficult to perform, and finished it was a booming Rachmaninoff piece that had the students cheering at the end. She, too, received resounding positive comments from the judges, with more praising her talent than her other attributes. Corey and the others cheered her as she walked off stage, and hugs were exchanged again. Now the junior class members would vote; polling booths had been set up, and the process would take about half an hour. The counting would take another half hour or so, and then the program would reconvene at 5 p.m. In the meantime, the Student Council served refreshments in the cafeteria, and the students could hang around and talk. Even though the formal school day ended with the end of the program, at least half the students stayed for the ceremony announcing the winner. The contestants changed back into their runway dresses, and waited with the others, giggling and comparing notes. Tanya and Carol agreed that Corey and Pang were easily the best talents; Lakiesha may have won the most praise for her natural beauty, but they felt Corey may have been as strikingly beautiful. Mark, Michael and Jason all felt Corey was the prettiest, but the girls accused them of being biased. Amber Armstrong had a fragile, porcelain look to her, which made her most fetching, and she had done a superb acting performance, portraying the dainty Blanche Dubois from "A Streetcar Named Desire". She could be a winner too they felt. Nicole really didn't appear to be much competition. Her walk down the runway was a bit overdone, and her singing flatted out at points. One of the judges said Nicole was "uncharitable" in her comments that reflected upon Corey's nomination. They waited nervously in the cafeteria for the results, which were expected to be known by 5 p.m. "I think you're going to win, Corey," Mark said, holding his hand, and unconsciously running his fingers up Corey's slender forearms. They were sitting along one of the benches in the cafeteria, their thighs pressed together, like young lovers. "Oh Mark, you've so helped me become the girl I guess I've been all my life." "You're the best," he said. "Mark, I feel so bad for Nicole. She seems to be in tears." "Serves her right. Dumping me because we're not rich." "Oh Mark, be nice. I think her mom wanted her to do this." At that point, Nicole walked over toward them, and Mark instinctively let go of Corey's hands. Both got up to meet her, and Nicole said, "Corey, I think you're so very pretty and I loved your performance." "Thank you, Nicole, and you're so beautiful." "Oh no, not as pretty as you." Corey blushed, and Nicole continued, "I want to say I'm sorry for what I said in my speech, and for being so nasty to you. I was mad at Mark for nominating you, but then it was I who dumped him. I was so wrong." "Nicole, honey, that's all over with now." Corey hugged Nicole. "Let's be friends. Girl friends, that is." "Of course," Nicole said, putting her arms around the more slender Corey. "You're so cool, not to be mad at me." They hugged like sisters and then released gently. Corey felt so good to be accepted openly now among all five contestants as a lovely girl. It was now 4:55 p.m. and the group headed for the auditorium. The girls and their male escorts stood together in the wings of the stage, awaiting the brief program that would announce the results. There was a delay, and Mrs. Pfeifer announced to the group that there were some "technical" problems, and the Student Council was meeting to discuss them. "We should be able to begin at 5:15 or so," she said. "What's the problem?" Lekiesha asked. "Somebody raise a fuss about the results?" "Nicole?" Amber asked. "Did you again try to hold this up?" "What?" Nicole responded. "I don't know anything about this." Corey interjected, "No. Nicole wouldn't. It must be what Mrs. Pfeifer said, a technical problem." Corey took Nicole's hand, and said, "She's accepted me now. She's OK." "Oh Corey," Nicole said. "You're just so sweet." "That's why I nominated her," Mark said. Corey looked particularly lovely right now, his slender, smooth arms and shoulders and pretty legs showing to full advantage in the junior dress he was wearing. It was 5:20 p.m., when the program began. Mrs. Pfeifer brought the students in the auditorium to order; about half the room was filled, indicating the great interest in the competition. "Let's welcome the girls who have competed in this contest," she said. Corey felt so good that she didn't fudge on the word "girls". He was a girl for this competition, and nothing else. "Give them a great hand. Aren't all of them so lovely?" It was a rousing welcome, hand clapping, hoots, whistles and each girl had her fans shouting, "Corey, Corey, Corey," or "Pang, Pang, Pang," or "Nicole, Nicole, Nicole," or "Amber, Amber, Amber," or "Lekiesha, Lekiesha, Lekiesha." The five curtsied and their escorts bowed. Todd Spencer took the podium. "Now here are the results." The crowd cheered some more, but Todd held up his hand to quiet them. "This has been the closest election in the history of this competition, and you'll soon learn why." Loud claps and hoots interrupted the statement, and Todd waited patiently until the students quieted, continuing, "There were 345 members of the junior class eligible to vote; of those, 304 cast ballots. That was a record turnout, we think. And, the competition was about as close as we have ever had it. So even those who did not win can be assured they still had plenty of admirers in the class." Mark squeezed Corey's hands and they looked at each other, smiling apprehensively. "Here are the vote results: Pang Xiong (Pause for Applause) and Corey Sanders (Applause and hoots) tied for first. That was the reason for the delays. We had to be sure of our count. The others, listed in order of their finish are Lekiesha Taylor (Applause, and some groans); Amber Armstrong (Applause, and a some "awwws"), and Nicole Hitchcock (Applause and groans)." The girls were stunned. "What does this mean?" Pang asked. Nicole moved quickly to Corey's side, and muttered, "Congratulations." When the audience quieted down, Todd continued, "The Student Council met and decided that due to the results, we will have two queens this year: Would you please give your applause to our queens: Pang Xiong and Corey Sanders." Corey embraced Mark, but quickly left him to join Pang in a long hug. Both were crying, and one by one the other girls came by and hugged Pang and Corey, each offering their congratulations. Todd had told the audience that the results would be final at noon Friday, giving any of the contestants time to file for a recount. Jason had represented Corey in the counting process and he said the count looked accurate. They went through it four times, he said. Both Corey and Pang agreed they were happy with the results and only Lekiesha's vote was close enough to warrant a recount, and she declined, too. "You deserved it, Corey," Nicole said, breaking into tears and coming to hug Corey. "I'm happy for you." "Oh Nicole, I know how badly you wanted this. I'm sorry it didn't work out for you." "No, Corey, the truth is, my mother wanted it. Seems she was runner-up 30 years ago, and felt she was cheated." "Oh Nicole, but I'm sure you wanted it." "Not as bad as she, and truly, girl, I'm so happy for you and Mark." "Thank you," and the two hugged again, both crying tears that wet each other's shoulders. "I still think Mark is the coolest boy up here, don't you?" Nicole asked. Corey smiled, and said, "And I'm the luckiest girl." Corey hugged Mark, feeling so tender in his arms. Mark, however, had asked Tanya to take Corey home, since he had to pick up his tuxedo for the prom. He kissed Corey lightly, caressing his slender body, whispering, "I love you." Could a girl ever feel so happy, Corey wondered? Never in his life had he felt such satisfaction, such a feeling that he was worthy, that he was not a sad failure. Until discovering his femininity, he had considered himself an outcast, a loser and a failure as a boy. Just about everyone saw him as a girl, as a talented, pretty girl; they also saw him as a sweet, generous and warm-hearted girl. And he was enjoying every minute of it. The joy was short-lived. As he left the school still wearing his competition dress with Tanya, they were greeted by a phalanx of television cameras and a group of eager, pushing media people. One pretty TV reporter thrust a microphone in front of Corey and said breathlessly, "Corey, how does it feel to be Carney's prom queen?" Tanya attempted to pull Corey away from the reporters, but there were too many of them. Another reporter, this time a male, pushed in, "How does it feel to be a boy who is pretty enough to be elected queen?" There were more questions, and Corey was flustered, not knowing what to say. He was so embarrassed; they were treating him as a novelty, as a joke. He wanted to cry, but he gathered himself together, and held up his hand to the reporters. They stopped their incessant questioning, realizing Corey was planning to say something. Corey began quietly, "I'm honored and proud to be elected as co-prom queen with Pang Xiong. We will try to represent the junior class with great dignity tomorrow. Thank you." Despite the encounter, Corey was able to speak as he did before the class, slow and softly, using feminine inflections. His brief statement slowed down the onslaught of reporters and Tanya grabbed his arm and pulled him frantically away from the pursuing reporters to her Mustang. It was apparent that the school had succeeded in keeping the TV gangs away from the competition, but they couldn't bar them from the sidewalk. Corey burst into tears once they had left the school, crying almost uncontrollably. Tanya reached over with her right hand, placing it on Corey's arm gently as they drove. She said nothing. It had been a long exciting day for both of them, and Tanya knew when to let Corey, who she now considered to be her girl friend, cry it out. Corey leaned over to rest against Tanya's arm and in that warm comforting position his crying slowed and ended. "Oh Tanya," Corey said finally. "I don't want this to hurt our prom. I'll be the center of attention; Pang got the same number of votes." "You can't help it, honey." "Everybody wants to have a nice prom and I'm ruining it." "Corey, stop that nonsense. You've made this prom something special; we'll never forget it. You've earned all this praise. Now dry your face; you want to look nice when you tell your mom you're a queen." "Tanya, you're such a help. What would I do without you?" "You'd do just fine. And maybe I should ask the same question. You're very special to me, too, Corey." Tanya gave Corey a kiss in his lips as she stopped to drop Corey off. It was a warm, loving kiss, and they broke apart slowly, before Corey opened the car door to enter the house. It was so wonderful to be girl friends together, Corey thought. Corey was now ready to tell his mom and sisters that he now shared the title of "Prom Queen". Buoyed with Tanya's encouragement and forgetting the frightful experience of meeting the press, Corey literally skipped up the walk to the Sanders' small, but neat home. Ronnie opened the door, yelling, "Did you win? Did you win?" "Let her get her breath, Ronnie," their mother said, coming in from the kitchen. "My you're beautiful in that dress, honey," his mom continued. "Tell us all about it now." He sat on the couch, Ronnie next to him, his knees together, looking very girlish, and related the whole story of the contest. "Are you sorry you didn't win outright, Corey?" Ronnie asked. "Kinda, but Pang is so very talented and so nice and pretty. We'll have fun. Of course, we'll share the scholarship award, each getting $500. That's fine with me." "Look at your older sister, girls," his mom said. "She's a beauty queen." Corey felt so warm and feminine. He hugged and kissed his mom, and cried some more. True to his fears, the television news people treated Corey as a novelty. One lead off the news with pictures of Pang and himself in their dresses with the heading, "One of these is a boy. Guess which one!" In looking at the photos, Corey was astonished at how totally girlish he looked; in somewhat of an embarrassing truth, he felt most people would identify Pang as the boy. Another station said Corey looked so feminine that it was impossible that he was male, indicating that perhaps an investigation would be in order. They then produced, however, a shot of his school record that said "M". They all interviewed other students, and it appeared most of the girls voted for Corey, while most of the boys interviewed thought Corey was disgusting to dress like a girl; they voted against him. "We shouldn't glorify sissies," said one pimply-faced sophomore boy. Corey apologized to his mother and sisters for again making them the center of the evening news. They only laughed it off, "Corey, you deserved the crown; don't blame yourself for those news idiots," his mom said. "We're proud of you." The next morning's newspaper ran Corey's election as a "feature" on page one, running his picture from last year's yearbook, showing his smooth, delicately featured almost girlish face framed by flowing blonde hair. Next to that, they ran a picture, obviously taken outside of school the previous night, depicting the girl that he had become. The story explained that Corey's femininity was so convincing that the judges felt comfortable in praising his performance, speech and appearance. "I felt the Corey was as much a girl as any of the others," said Ms. Andrea Walker, the oldest of the three judges. "You could have fooled me." All in all, it was a pretty straight story, retelling the difficulties Corey faced in getting a chance to be nominated and to run for prom queen. There were similar quotes about him appearing to be totally female, descriptions of his slender shoulders and smooth soft arms and pretty legs. There was an accompanying story, however, that was disturbing. It announced that State Senator Scott Ludington was going to introduce legislation making it mandatory that candidates for prom queen or homecoming queen in state public high schools be females. Ludington was quoted as saying: "For a boy to be parading around as a girl is shameful and an abomination. To glorify being weak and unmuscular, as this boy clearly is, destroys the concept of manhood." Ludington, himself, was not exactly the picture of manhood with his round soft, pudgy body. He was also the same legislator who sponsored the constitutional amendment that said marriages could only be between a man and a woman. While many had dismissed Ludington's action as merely another adventure by a rightwing conservative, Corey was clearly disturbed by what he said. It was true, he thought, that he was a sorry example of boy, being so terribly weak and not fit. Was this why he had embraced his girlhood so enthusiastically, because he was such a failure as a boy? He looked at his shirtless body in the mirror that morning as he dressed. His upper body was indeed that of a girl's, minus any formed breasts. He played at trying to raise a muscle in his bicep, but his arm remained flat and without tone. Then, he moved into several girly poses, and it felt so comforting to him. This morning, he would wear a bra, stuffed to form breasts, under his sleeveless sequined blouse, and Capri pants, along with hose and 2" heels. It was as a girl that he would attend class on that Friday, the day before the prom. And it was as a girl that he was accepted by most of the students that Friday; surprisingly there wasn't much fuss about the prom queen vote or Corey's victory. By now, it appeared, most of the students had tired of the issue, and accepted Corey for whatever he was or wanted to be. The one sour note was Stanton; the lout cornered Corey in the hall as he left homeroom to attend the first hour class. "Listen you sorry twit," Stanton said, as he pushed Corey into a corner, spreading his arms so Corey couldn't duck away. "You'll never do that to me again. You owe me now, you see. Just a warning, 'cause I'll get you alone someday, and you'll see what it's like to be a girl." Corey was not sure what to do, and only squeaked out a timid, "Oh Stanton, please." "What's going on over there?" yelled a teacher walking down the hall. "Corey? What's happening?" Stanton gave Corey a nasty look, and said, "Oh nothing, we're just talking." And Stanton dropped his arms to let Corey by, muttering, "That's smart little girl." Corey felt so helpless now, unsure what to do. Should he report Stanton? Not yet, he thought. They might just blame Corey for arousing the boy; after all, he realized, he did look quite sexy and alluring to the boys. "It's not fair," he confessed to Tanya later during lunch hour. "Just 'cause I'm like a girl and too weak to defend myself, does he have to take advantage?" "It is unfair," she agreed. "But pretty girls like you have always had that problem. I think we're going to have to toughen you up, dear." Corey pondered that for a minute. "Really? I kinda like being so much like a defenseless girl." Tanya laughed, and said, "You can be pretty, and stronger, too." Tanya, of course, was strong, having slender arms with strong muscle tone and well-developed back muscles. She had been able to bend Corey's arms back and forth with little effort when they were playing around. "By the way," Corey said, changing the subject. "Wasn't that nice the way the whole ballet class welcomed me this morning?" "That was Carol's idea, as usual, for us to form two lines, and curtsey before our queen." "I hope I walked in with enough regal authority." "Oh yes, you're quite a queen, I can tell." They both laughed, and Tanya said she'd be over in the late morning on Saturday to pick Corey up for his hair appointment with Beverly. They squeezed each other's hands affectionately, before parting, and Corey continued to feel a growing closeness to this athletic, fair-skinned young lady. It was a feeling he failed to fully understand at this time. Saturday, it seemed that just about everyone fussed over Corey's preparations for the prom, assuring that he would appear as just about the most beautiful prom queen ever at Carney High. It took longer than expected to get Corey's hair "just right" during the time at Beverly's, with Tanya being the most severe judge of style, forcing Beverly to alter it "just a bit here" and "just a twist there." To her credit, the ever patient Beverly took all of Tanya's points, and always added just a bit of her own touch to the final version. "Now, girl," Beverly said to Corey. "Have a look for yourself." Corey at first was speechless. In the mirror, he saw what he considered one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen; Beverly had creatively taken Corey's blonde hair, piled most of it atop his head, with lovely twists, then trailing two curls down each side of his head. She had asked Corey to come to the salon wearing a tank top, which would simulate the gown top he was to wear; the gown would have spaghetti straps crisscrossing his chest and leave his shoulders and arms uncovered and bare. "Oh Beverly," he said. "I like it. You're so good!" "And I think it becomes you very nicely," Tanya said. "Yes, I wanted to show off her arms and shoulders," Beverly said. "They're so exquisite. And, oh yes, you have a lovely neck, and it would be a shame to hide all your most feminine traits with your flowing hair, as pretty as that is, too." Corey was just overwhelmed with the care and interest that Beverly and Tanya had shown. "I just can't thank you enough, Miss Beverly," he said. "I wish we could pay you something, but as you know my mom is alone, raising us three kids and we don't have lots of money." Beverly replied, putting up a hand of protest, "No honey, it's my pleasure, although I'd like to have you provide me with a picture of you in your prom dress. I'd love to frame it and put up in my gallery of pretty women." Corey blushed, and asked, "You mean alongside all those pictures in the lobby. Everyone is a beauty." "Yes, and that's where you belong, too." "Guess I'll be the only boy there," Corey giggled. "No, dear, you'll be another beautiful woman there. No one will ever know, except for title under it would read, 'Corey - Prom Queen Carney High School - 2003'" "That's where she belongs, with all the beautiful women of the city," Tanya said with a smile. Getting Corey dressed properly into his gown also became a group effort, with Corey's mother and Lynn assisting, Ronnette adding her input, and Rachel giggling and constantly saying, "My older sister is so beautiful." The issue that caused the most argument involved makeup. Ronnette insisted that Corey wear lipstick that matched the coral color of the dress, while the others wanted something with a little contrast. After several tries, Corey had to admit that Ronnette's choice made sense. They also used only light eyeliner and facial coloring. "You look so sweet and innocent, dear," commented Lynn. Corey laughed, saying, "Well innocent maybe." The dress was knee length, with a full flared style, that showed his slender, well formed lower legs and slender feet. He wore red sandaled style 3" heels, and sheer natural pantyhose. He wore a choker of red beads and matching earrings. "How do I look?" he asked at last. "Like the queen you are!" said Lynn. Corey used an exaggerated runway walk to display himself and they all clapped. "My lovely daughter," said his mom, running up to hug Corey. He started to cry, he felt so girlish right now and so pretty. "Don't you dare cry," Lynn said. "You'll ruin your makeup." Corey held back the tears, and Lynn said, "That's better now. I've gotta go get ready now. Mark will pick you up at 7 o'clock." They had arranged that Lynn and Dennis would be double-dating with Mark and Corey, using Dennis' car, an Audi. Corey had spent the half hour before Mark picked him up primping and looking in the mirror, making sure he was as pretty as possible. He feared sitting down, afraid to muss his dress. When he finally did, at his mother's entreaties, to, "Sit down and be calm," he did so very primly and daintily, sitting on the edge of a kitchen chair, legs together, and folded back in a very lady-like fashion. "That's my pretty girl, now," him mom said. He examined his hands, soft and smooth, slender and white, with slightly pinkish tones on his polished nails. Ronnette, sitting opposite, took his hands in hers, and Corey was shocked to realize that Ronnette's hands were as large as his, and rougher to the feel. After all, she was the "boy" of the family, or, at least, the tomboy, Corey mused. "Mom," he said, "I'm so nervous. I really want to be accepted tonight by everyone as a girl, and to have everyone glad they elected me. I want Mark to be so proud of me, so happy he chosed me as his queen." "Oh, honey, he is. I can see it in his eyes," his mom replied. "And, you're so pretty, so sweet, that you'll do fine." She hugged him gently, but he stiffened and said, "Mom, don't hug me too tight, you'll muss my hair." She caressed his smooth white shoulders lightly, and said, "Isn't that just like a girl?" They both laughed, and Corey said, "Whatever else happens, I love you mom." "Yuckee," moaned Ronnette who was witnessing this. Corey felt so good at that moment, being treated as he was as a daughter and an older sister. Precisely at 7 p.m., Mark arrived carrying a box with a plastic cover that had a corsage. Corey greeted him at the door, and was amazed at Mark's appearance, complete with a white Tuxedo, looking so excitedly handsome and strong. As Mark struggled to put the corsage on Corey's dress, his mother took pictures, saying, "Such a handsome couple." Corey put on a white chiffon wrap over his shoulders to protect his exposed shoulders from the coolness of the spring night and they left the house, only to be greeted by the cheers of half the neighborhood. In truth, only the women of the neighborhood were there, with their children, eager to see the handsome couple, perhaps to rekindle memories of their own prom nights of years long past. Corey curtsied to acknowledge them, posing with Mark so several could take pictures, and they were off. "Isn't that nice," Corey said as they drove in the car to Mark's home. "I was afraid the neighbors thought I was weird or gay or something." "Yes, it is," Mark agreed. "But I'll bet their husbands still think you're strange." "I'm being accepted as a girl, I guess, by most everyone. Oh, Mark, you're so courageous to escort me." "Honey, as we all know now, you're the prettiest of the pretties, so it was easy." It was just about the dreamiest prom night a girl could ever wish for. Corey was absolutely radiant, his dress just perfectly showing his femininity and winning praises from everyone. There were some looks by teen boys who were having some lewd thoughts about cuddling with this lovely girl. The decorations were on a springtime theme, and the band was perfect, playing a mixture of some funk, rock, jazz and old-fashioned slow dance tunes. In the grand march, Mark and Corey, linking arms with Pang and Vu, led the way. Corey and Pang shared the center and the two boys on the outside. The rest of the court followed in the next row. Todd Spencer announced the grand march, reading off the names of the participants, and Corey and Vu both got huge applause and whistles. Somebody yelled, "This is the prettiest court in Carney history." There were more cheers. "I think they mean you," Vu whispered as they walked. Corey truly was lovely, if the compliments he received were honest. When the grand march finished, it up to the two prom queens and their escorts to begin the dancing, and the floored cleared for the two couples. Corey felt he was in heaven as Mark led him out to the floor, and he felt Marks hand on his shoulder, as he placed his soft hand into Marks large, strong hand. Corey enjoyed the warmth of Mark's body next to his, his strong arms and gentleness. If this was what it's like to be a girl, Corey thought, this is so marvelous, dancing as a soft, delicate girl in the arms of her strong, masculine partner. Through the night, as was the custom, the dancers changed partners, particularly among those in the court. "Wow, you're a great dancer," said Nicole's escort, as Corey settled into his grasp. "Thanks." "I'm just surprised that you seem like a real girl, Corey. You're so lovely, and I know why you won." "Why?" "Well, Nicole felt so bad about what she had said on stage," he said. "She voted for you!" Corey almost collapsed on the floor, and her partner held him up. "Oh, I must thank her." "No, you won't. She didn't want you to know. Nicole's a sweeter girl than you think. It's her mom who wanted her to play hardball." "I really had begun to like her lots," Corey said. He so enjoyed dancing in the hold of the handsome well-dressed boys of the evening. Corey loved being led by her male partners, being held tenderly and being the subject of such lovely manners as boys tend to do for pretty girls. Mark, in the switch, had danced with Nicole and Corey noticed, with curiosity, how serious their conversation seemed to be. With her long blonde hair and striking strapless red dress, Nicole looked particularly beautiful. She could not be described as "cute" since she was so tall and husky, but she indeed turned many a male eye. Corey, to his surprise, saw Mark give Nicole a light kiss on her cheek as they parted, and felt a bit of jealousy. "Well, you two looked cozy," Corey said as they rejoined each other. "What were you chatting about?" Mark was taken aback. "Aren't you the jealous one?" Corey was immediately sorry what he had said. It was so unfair of him. "Mark, honey, I'm sorry." He then leaned his head on Mark's chest, in a gesture of friendliness, and Mark held him for a moment. "You're my jealous girl friend," Mark said, laughing. "Oh that's OK, Mark. I've come to like Nicole a lot." It was in all other ways a most lovely evening. Tanya and Michael had a great time, sharing dances with others; they showed no real affection for each other, but seemed to enjoy each other's company. The biggest laughs of the evening came from Carol and Jason, who clowned while dancing since Jason was not particularly graceful. His belly protruded from a tight-fitting tux jacket, and Carol made great fun out of patting it, and exclaiming it was a "Big Mac" belly, since Jason had been such a McDonald's fan. Carol would perform a ballet move, while Jason would stand erect watching in amazement and then clapping. Corey danced with all the boys in the group at onetime, including Dennis, who told him, "I still think you're all girl. You certainly fooled me." Dennis admitted that he and Lynn were enjoying each other and had begun dating. He thanked Corey for bringing them together. "If I hadn't seen such a hot girl like you, I'd never have asked Lynn out and found out how beautiful she is, too." "Lynn is such a dear person, Dennis," Corey said. "You treat her nice." "Oh, I will. She's the first girl who ever paid me any attention. Well, that is, except for you." He smiled at Corey, who smiled back. The surprise of the evening was the fact that the lead chaperones for the dance were his former gym teacher, Mr. Mathias, and his escort was Ms. Simmons, his ballet teacher. It appears that they had begun dating; both had never been married, and the students often speculated that they were gay. "Look at those lovebirds," Mark said as they danced, watching the two teachers also dance tightly together. Later, as the teachers and Mark and Corey neared each other on the dance floor, Mr. Mathias said, "We'd both be honored if we could dance with the king and queen." And Corey moved into the hold of Mr. Mathias and Mark taking Ms. Simmons. "You're very beautiful tonight, Corey," Mr. Mathias said, holding Corey firmly, but keeping their bodies separated. Corey felt a strange fondness for this man who had been the first to honor and cherish his femininity. Was this man a pedophile? This thought had puzzled Corey, but he had not done much more than kiss and hug him, and then break off the sexual relationship. "Thank you for remembering me in your speech. That was very nice." "Oh Mr. Mathias, it's because of you that I'm here." They did a bit of a twirl on the floor, the big older man being most agile. Now their bodies were touching, and the dancing was so romantic. "No Corey, it's because of you and your own courage to recognize your true self." Corey hugged a bit tighter as they danced, and fortunately, the dance ended before anything more compromising happened. "Now I must get back to my love, Irene Simmons," he said. "We've been dating. She's quite a girl, too." Corey smiled. It was quite an evening. They had the usual post-prom party at the Country Club, where the chaperones tried valiantly, but unsuccessfully, to stop liquor being snuck into the punch. Corey's group, however, stayed away from the hard stuff; Corey, in his excitement in being "the" girl of the evening, didn't need any stimulation. Everyone treated him as the queen he had been elected to be. When he needed to go to the rest room, he would go into the "Girls' Room," accompanied by Tanya, or one of the other girls in the group. They would usually inform the other girls that he was coming in, and wondered if any objected. In every case, but one, they girls all welcomed him. Dennis and Lynn and Mark dropped Corey off at his house about 4 a.m. They had cuddled and kissed in the back seat of Dennis' car on the way home, Corey so happy to rest his weary body into Mark's arms. He felt Mark's hands gently running up his slender arm, and he grabbed Mark's other hand, placing it on his inner thigh. Corey wished so badly now that he was 100% female, complete with a vagina awaiting Mark's tentative fingers. His lips found Mark's and they kissed lightly at first, but then more passionately, their tongues entering each other's mouths, stale from an evening of drink and food. Corey could not have been happier. "We're here," Dennis announced, as they stopped in front of Corey's house. Mark led Corey up to the front door; like two lovers they lingered together on the stoop, arm in arm, mouth to mouth. "Oh Mark, thank you so much. I'm the happiest girl in the world right now." "And I'm the happiest boy," he replied, kissing her again, and then saying good night. They lingered together in each other's arms, Corey feeling so content to have his tender, girlish body engulfed in the arms of Mark, so strong and masculine. As he prepared for bed, Corey's chic hairstyle was now a bit mussed, but he still saw a beautiful girl, in a short baby doll pink nightie, looking back at him from the mirror. "Oh I was meant to be a girl from the beginning," he thought. The next two weeks after the prom were busy ones, since it was now May, and the students were getting ready for finals, finishing up term papers, and completing other school projects. The ballet class was deep in rehearsals for the spring performance, scheduled on a Friday and Saturday night in mid-May at the School Forum Center, a smaller auditorium, since ballet rarely seemed to attract large crowds. "Let's add Corey's performance from the prom queen contest," Carol had suggested to Ms. Simmons. "She was so funny doing it." "Yes," the other girls suggested. Ms. Simmons asked Corey if he was up to doing it again, considering that he had a full plate of dancing to do that night with the corps d'ballet. "Really? You want me to do it?" he asked with some humility. He really didn't think he'd been that good, although he knew the students liked it. "You were really funny, and then so good in the 'Swan Lake'," Carol said. "Come on, honey," Tanya added. "And you can show everyone again what a beauty you are." The news that Corey would again do his performance caused a spike in ticket sales, so that the event became a sell-out, which was a first in the ballet's history. It bothered Corey, and he felt like apologizing to the class for stealing the spotlight. After all, the other girls had worked as hard as Corey in practicing their dancing and rehearsing; they suffered from sore muscles and corns on their feet. Yet, they were grateful that the interest in Corey had developed greater interest in their efforts. In place of any apology, however, Corey told the girls one day while they were awaiting to start rehearsal how much he appreciated them, particularly that they welcomed him and were quick to treat him as "one of them, one of the girls." "I love each and everyone one of you," he said, beginning to cry. He stood before them in a ballerina pose wearing his rehearsal outfit of a gray sleeveless top and briefs that topped off his dark blue leotards and his hair tied back in a ponytail. "Corey, my dear girl," Ms. Simmons said, coming to him, hugging him tightly, letting his pretty head rest on her shoulder. "We're so happy you turned into a girl right before our eyes." "Yes," Tanya said. "It could be a lovely story for a ballet." Corey began crying so hard, that he soon began laughing hysterically, with the rest of girls joining them all in a giant hug. The rest of Corey's free time was spent with the School literary magazine; he was poetry editor. He loved the task or reading submissions, and had written some himself, always seeming to bring out feminine feelings. All of the other staffers for the magazine were girls; they cared little for clothes or fancying themselves up. Carolyn, the editor, for instance, wore army fatigues and boots and no makeup. She was a husky girl with wide hips made wider by her choice of clothes, and Corey knew she loved the outdoors, did hiking and camping and must have been physically strong. Most days, Corey was the best dressed among the girls, and that caused some resentment; yet, Corey's gentle demeanor and hard work and talent was recognized by the girls and they began to tease him as a "fashion horse", usually in most affectionate terms. "You should be a model," Carolyn said one day. "I mean a girl model. You could make tons." "She's more a girl than you are," said one of the other girls. Carolyn took that as a compliment, and added, "Corey is breaking the rules here, you know." "How is that?" he asked. "The staffs of literary magazines are not supposed to be so pretty," she answered, and they all laughed. Corey demurred. "Well, my looks are not important here; am I any good as poetry editor? That's what counts." He knew that none of the other five girls on the literary magazine staff had gone to the prom, although all of them, except one, may have voted for him out of personal loyalty, if they voted at all. They were all bright and witty girls, and he enjoyed them immensely. Carolyn was graduating this year, and there was a chance that Corey could be made editor next year. He loved the idea, since he enjoyed literature. Strangely, too, he had become fond of some of the literary love stories, primarily aimed for women, such as "Little Women", "Frenchman's Creek", and "Wuthering Heights". Or, maybe, it wasn't so strange, he realized. Fortune Moses was the other girl who could likely be editor next year, and Corey had found her sometimes to be brittle and biting in her comments. Yet, she exhibited a straight-forward manner that Corey liked, even though she had said openly that she didn't think a boy should be prom queen, even though the prom queen stuff was so bourgeois to her. She was a tall, slender girl with straight hair and dark complexion. She wore dark browns and had been named "Fortune" by her mother in the hopes that her birth would bring good luck to her impoverished life. Fortune, too, lived in Foundry Town and had known Corey since grade school. She had little to do with Corey, considering him a "sissy" not worthy of her time, until the literary magazine brought them together. He was surprised then when Fortune suggested they stop at a coffee shop after school one day, since they both walked home past the shop. "I like you," she said bluntly when they met at the booth in the shop. "I really like you as a girl." "Oh?" he said, wondering what prompted this comment. "You were not much of a boy, Corey, and you seem so naturally to be a girl. You think like a girl, probably more than I do." "Fortune, I've honestly felt like a girl for so long. I feel real now, even though I have boy's plumbing." He blushed as he said this. "I know that, but that's not important." Corey smiled, adding it was "important" to him, since it was an impediment to him being female. "Could we be friends? I mean girl friends, Corey." "Yes, I'd like that, but I thought you disdained me and my being such a girly boy." Fortune smiled and admitted she didn't think much of him earlier. "I find you so interesting and, you know, I've never had a real girl friend. I'd like to share stuff with you that I can't tell others." "Fortune, you're so kind to ask me. I'd love to know you better, and share with you too." "Let's shake on it," Fortune said in her brisk manner. With that Corey had another girl friend, although he had no idea where this friendship would lead. During the weeks after the prom, Corey's life became so busy that he automatically awoke each morning in the full realization that he would live the day as a girl; he no longer fretted over how girlish he would dress, and while he stuck to clothes of a more neutral gender style, he would occasionally wear skirts, heels and hose. No longer, it appeared, was he a novelty in the school, and by most persons he was recognized as a female. While he continued to use the teachers' lounge bathroom, he occasionally was forced to use the regular girls' rooms. Since the rooms all had stalls, it seemed in most cases the girls accepted him as one of theirs. They were even beginning to include him in their gossip as they assembled to fix makeup in the girls' rooms. The ballet's performances were a smash hit; Corey's short program was the opening act and he "hammed" it up to the delight of the audiences, but to some criticism from Tanya who thought he was being too "slapstick" in his acting. Better yet, the audience found much to applaud in the ballet's other offerings, including some modern dance and some classical ballet. After the last performance, the girls were all giggly and praising each other and Ms. Simmons for their successful outing. The high, feminine voices were so exciting for Corey who joined in the chatter. Carol said, "Let's all salute Corey for boosting the crowd for us." Carol grabbed Corey's hand and raised his slender left arm in recognition of the girls' cheers. "Isn't she the greatest?" Tanya said. "Aw, come on girls," Corey said. "You were all terrific, especially our lead dancer, Miss Tanya Hodges." They all began hugging and kissing each other in joyful glee. "We're so happy you become one of us girls here," Carol said. It had developed that just about every night after school that Tanya would drive Corey home from school, since Mark's schedule caused him to stay a bit later. They would often sit out in front of Corey's house, the motor running in her Mustang, and talk; mostly it was talk about their futures. Corey was beginning to be very fond of Tanya and look forward to being with her; Tanya was very affectionate toward Corey, holding his slender soft hands in her harder firm hands. She was the model of female athleticism, firm legs and arms, hard tummy and breasts. Her hips were narrow, almost like a boy's. Corey, in contrast, was soft, almost fragile, his tummy still a bit squishy and his arms slender and smooth. There was no question that Tanya was the stronger of the two, but that would never be an issue between them, their affection for each other was so sincere and real. Corey began to confess to Tanya his strong confusions about his gender, but she would declare over and over that there was no confusion. "You're a girl, plain and simple, Corey," she said one day. "I feel that, too, Tanya. I want to be a girl." "Oh Corey, my dear, my dearest," she said, looking him in the eye. "I love you, because you are a girl to me, a sweet, lovely girl." Corey squeezed his body closer to Tanya, straddling the gear shift between his legs, with Tanya's arms wrapped around him. He looked up at Tanya, and they kissed, a long, warm passionate kiss. Corey felt so good, so protected in the arms of this strong girl; strangely he felt even stronger closeness to this girl than he had when in the arms of Mark, his boy friend. He relished now his physical weakness, which had made him feel so totally feminine. Except, of course, he had a penis, which though small for a boy of his age, was erect and hard in his panties; he pressed his thighs together, trapping his small bit of firm manhood. "But, Tanya, I have this," he told her, as he took her hand and placed it upon his penis. She pulled her hand back, saying, "That's not important. I don't want that. I want you as my girl friend." "Oh I do too!" Tanya told Corey she had done lots of research on the internet about males who changed to females. "You're a perfect candidate for a sex change," she said. "Psychologically, you're a girl. God, even physically you're a girl, even more than I am." They giggled at that. Corey was aware that such things happened, but here he was a poor boy from the wrong side of the tracks, and the cost of such operations -- perhaps as much as $30,000 when all was said and done -- was well out of his family's means. "I can't even consider such a thing," he said. "Oh but you're really female," Tanya said. "Perhaps you'll be able to work it out in future." "I love you Tanya," Corey said and they hugged tightly before Corey left the car to enter the house, Corey surrendering his fragile body into Tanya's hard muscled torso. "Oh I so want to be all girl," he thought. Near the end of May, his mother announced one night at supper that she had had a call from Mrs. Pfeifer, the assistant principal at the school, asking for a meeting with her and Corey. It was arranged for Thursday after school, and Corey had dressed in a sleeveless purple blouse, trimmed with tiny flowers of yellow and light green, capri pants, and his 2" sandals, with his hair tied back in a ponytail. "Aren't you dressed just a little bit too cute for this meeting?" his mother had wondered. "It's how I feel, mom. I feel good dressed this way. So natural." "I don't know, Corey." "Really, mom. It's no big deal. Everyone treats me as a girl now." As they were ushered into Mrs. Pfeifer's office, Corey walked primly, almost daintily, and they were motioned to sit in chairs set around a conference table. Corey sat down in a most feminine manner, folding his legs to the right, hands in his lap, looking for all to see, as a typical high school girl. His mother gave him a hard stare, but said nothing. She was definitely angry with Corey for exaggerating his girliness. But, to Corey, he was acting normally as a high school