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Author's note. This is the conclusion of a very long saga. I hope you have
all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Hugs, Suejrz
As promised my dad did call and confirm his visit. He would be in town on
business for two days and he had two evenings free. The first night I had
to cheerlead at one of the boy's basketball games so seeing dad that night
would have been a problem. Mom suggested that Dad spend that evening one
on one with Mikey. The next night would be my turn to spend time with Dad.
Even though I wasn't crazy about seeing Dad one on one for an entire
evening I knew there was little else I could do. As much as my brother
annoyed me at times, he would have at least served as a buffer for me. I
was pretty nervous about seeing Dad again.
I was already at the game the first night when Dad came to pick up Mikey
and take him out. I think they were off to the mall to hang out at the
food court and then do some shopping. Dad promised Mikey he would buy him
some video games and some sports stuff. I hoped Dad didn't want to take me
out shopping too. What would I end up buying?
The next day after school, Mom told me my father said he would be there to
pick me up around 6 or 6:30.
"Did he say what we where we were going?"
"He wasn't too sure what to do so I suggested he take you out to a nice
restaurant for dinner. This way you could wear something nice and show him
what a lovely girl you've become."
"Mom! I didn't want to wear anything dressy tonight. I just want to wear
my jeans and a sweater or a plain top."
"Well, that is out of the question. Your father made reservations at that
nice new French restaurant. It's very fancy so you will have to wear one
of your pretty dresses. And I don't want any backtalk from you. After you
take your shower, we can look through your things and pick out something
appropriate for tonight. I want Daddy's little girl to look extra pretty."
"Mom, that's so dumb. Why can't I just wear nice jeans?"
"Because they're inappropriate plus this is the first time you've seen
your father in quite some time and I want him to see how you have
blossomed and matured into a beautiful young lady. I don't ask you to do
too much for me but this is important and I want you to look extra special
nice so get a move on. We have a lot to do before your father arrives.
Your nails need to be done and we'll have to do something cute with your
hair. And Danielle, make sure you shave your legs since you will be
wearing a dress tonight. So no games, please."
I knew enough about my mother's mind now to know her strategy. She knew I
would look and have to be a lot more feminine in those clothes rather than
my jeans. And I also knew how strong willed a woman my mother could be so
I just nodded in agreement as I grabbed my robe and headed off to take my
shower and to shave my legs and underarms as well. Doing this was second
nature to me but tonight I felt somehow different. I was quite nervous.
After I dried off and liberally applied some lotion to my body, I rejoined
my mother in my room. As I expected she was standing in my closet looking
at my clothing. I didn't own that many dresses so we only had a few
choices.
"Danielle, how about this red and black one?"
"I guess." I really didn't care that much what dress I wore.
"You can wear it with your black sling back heels. They go nice with it.
And you can wear either black stockings or your nude shade. What do you
think?"
"I don't know? I guess the nude ones will be better. Black makes me feel
like an old lady sometimes."
"Do you have a pair or do you need to borrow one of mine?"
"I'm not sure. Look in my drawer. They should be right on top."
"Okay, let's see. Yes, you have a few pairs. Let's just make sure they
don't have any runs." She said as she removed a pair from my drawer and
inserted her hand into each leg holding them up to the light to check for
any runs. "These look fine, honey. I'll lay them on the bed for you. Well
I'll leave you alone so you can do your nails and make-up. Call me after
you get decent and I'll help you with your hair. I plugged in your hot
rollers to give your hair some curl. Now don't dilly-dally either. It's
getting late and your father said he would most likely be here closer to
six."
"Ok, Mom."
As soon as she left I expertly put ten or twelve large and medium curlers
in my hair. I remembered how I struggled with curlers earlier in my
feminine life and now it was so simple for me that I did it without even
thinking. I grabbed a bra and panties from my underwear drawer and stepped
into my panties and pulled them into place. I took the pantyhose from the
bed, sat down, rolled up the leg and pulled it up. After I repeated this
step for the other leg, I pulled them up to my waist. Although I liked the
way they made my legs feel, I still never felt entirely comfortable in
pantyhose. They were more than a bit confining but there was something
extremely feminine about hosiery and I was sure that was also part of my
mother's plan. After I stepped into my slippers, I removed my robe,
slipped on my bra, hooking it in place and then put my robe back on. I
looked through my nail polishes and picked out a reddish brown shade that
complimented the red tones in my dress. I quickly and expertly applied two
coats and then had to sit there for about ten minutes to let them
completely dry.
How would the evening go with my father? I wonder how Mikey made out last
night with Dad? I only got to talk to him for a few seconds this morning
and he really said very little. He was a typical boy when it came to
conversations-one word answers. I asked Mikey if he told Dad anything
about me and he just grunted something that I couldn't understand. Boys
could be so frustrating at times but knowing my brother I'm sure he had a
few things to say to Dad about me.
What would Dad think of me? I know he knows that I've been dressing as a
girl for some time but he physically didn't have to see me or look at me
so I wasn't all that sure how he would feel. I hoped he wouldn't hate me.
As I sat there at my vanity I started to apply my makeup like I did on so
many other occasions. I wore some makeup almost every day, even to school.
Naturally the nuns were strict but we were allowed a little pale lip color
and a touch of foundation and mascara. On weekends and special times I
would wear a bit more and somewhat darker colors for a more mature and
dramatic look. I applied my foundation and blended it in carefully. I
spent quite a bit of time on my eyes, applying eye shadow, liner and black
mascara. My eyes and hair were definitely my two best features. I noticed
a few stray eyebrow hairs, which I plucked before applying some dark
shadow to them.
I called my mom to help me with my hair as I sat down and started to
remove the curlers. They did the trick since my hair was now very curly.
Mom had a knack with hair so I knew she would be able to nicely style it.
After she combed it out a bit, she styled it for me. She left a few longer
curls hanging down the front and pulled the rest back with some pretty
hair clips.
"Very nice, honey. Your hair looks nice. Let me just spray it a little and
you'll be all set. Oh, you should wear your heart necklace. It will go
perfect with that dress. "Let me hook it on for you."
I was now all ready to put on my dress. I removed my robe, sprayed a
little perfume on my body and hair and then stepped into my dress. I
didn't even feel funny having mom see me in lingerie anymore.
"Here, let me zip you up, honey."
I turned away from her and she proceeded to zip me up. I slipped on my
shoes and stood before the mirror for my final look. I had to admit that I
looked nice, certainly more mature than my normal look and undoubtedly,
much more feminine. I'm sure I looked just the way Mom envisioned for me.
Almost on queue, Mom spoke. "Honey, you look so pretty. You look so grown
up tonight."
"Thanks Mom. But I would have felt much better if I was wearing my jeans
like I wanted."
"Well, I think this looks much nicer and its much more appropriate for
dinner with your father so stop being such a baby. You look very nice so
don't worry. You'll be fine, Danielle."
"Do you need to go to the bathroom before your Dad gets here? I know how
you are when you get a bit nervous."
"Yes." I laughed. Mom was right. She knew me oh so well. "You're right. I
do have to pee."
After I finished my business it was time to head down stairs to face my
father for the first time in over a year. It seemed like I was always
walking down these stupid stairs to confront my biggest fears. And my
fears always centered on a man, either my father, Kyle, my cousin or my
brother.
Somehow we got through those first awkward minutes and the next thing I
knew we were in the car, almost at the restaurant. I don't even remember
much of what we talked about but I think my dad was talking mostly about
his travels and stuff like that.
"Okay, this looks like the place. Mom said they have a parking lot in back
so I can park there. Are you hungry?"
"I'm a little hungry, daddy."
As we entered the restaurant, I could feel a lot of eyes on us as we were
seated. My dad was a pretty good looking guy and I'm sure I looked pretty
good myself that night despite my complaints. I felt really strange when
the waiter pulled out my chair for me to sit but knew enough to smooth out
my dress and sit down. I turned to the waiter.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure, Mademoiselle."
Oh great, I thought. Now I'm being called mademoiselle right in front of
my father. How embarrassing is that? To make matters worse, he took my
napkin, unfolded it and handed it to me as my father seated himself with a
smile.
"So how is my little Mademoiselle doing tonight? I still can't get used to
you this way, if you know what I mean." My father said with a laugh.
"I'm a bit embarrassed, too. I can't believe the waiter called me
Mademoiselle but I'm doing okay I guess."
"Well what else could he call you? You certainly look like one. So how is
everything else? How are you doing?"
Over dinner we talked about school. I spent a lot of time talking about a
few of my favorite teachers and some of the class projects we were
involved with. I talked a lot about some of the television shows I
watched, especially American Idol and Dancing with the Stars. Dad laughed
and said he hasn't watched either show but he did hear about them.
"I guess you don't watch much sports now?"
"Not really."
"But I know you know a little about football. Your mom and brother
mentioned you're a cheerleader now at your school. But I guess you cheer
for the local Catholic Boys School, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Do you like being a cheerleader?"
"I guess," I said. I felt funny talking about something so girly to my
father.
"Are there a lot of girls on the squad?"
"Not that many. There are twelve in total, six upper class girls and six
new girls," I answered hoping he would move on to a new subject. I felt
really awkward talking to my dad about being a cheerleader, especially
since it was an all girl cheerleading squad. I hoped he didn't ask me
about our uniforms. It was bad enough with me sitting here in a dress..
"So, do you have a lot of friends?"
I told Dad I did. I told him about a lot of the girls at school and we
talked about Sandi and a few of the other cheerleaders."
"How about boys?"
"Only girls go to Mount Saint Mary's, daddy,"
"I know but you cheer for a boy's team, right? And I'm sure some of your
friends are interested in boys."
"Yes, that's true."
"So do you have any boy friends?"
Oh shit, I thought. Did my stupid brother tell him about Kyle? What should
I do? I wondered.
"Sure, I know some of the boys on the team and we all hang out together at
times."
"Well I'm not sure how I should say this but your brother mentioned one
boy in particular. I think his name is Kyle. Mikey said you see him a lot
and he kind of hinted he's your boyfriend."
Oh no. I knew that jerk would not be able to keep his big mouth shut. Now
my dad knows about Kyle.
"Yes. I do see Kyle sometimes. He's a really good friend."
"Mikey made it sound like he more than just a good friend. He said you go
out with him on dates and you're always talking to him on the phone. So,
is this guy, Kyle your boyfriend or did your brother get it all wrong?"
"I don't know, daddy. We've gone out a few times, that's all. Its really
no big deal, daddy."
"I don't want to pry but your brother said you get all girly and silly
when he's around and that you get all dressed up when you go out with him.
It sounded to me like Kyle is more like a boyfriend than just a friend."
"I guess he is then. I just never really thought about it like that," I
said somewhat defiantly.
How long have you been dating him?"
"A few months. I've known him since I tried out for the cheerleading squad
but he asked me out a few months ago."
"Dani, I know this probably will sound funny to you but I'm not sure if
you understand teenage boys all that well. I mean you really need to be
pretty careful around boys, especially around boys who like you and find
you attractive."
"I know a thing or two about being a boy, daddy."
"Well yes but not recently so I'm not too sure about how much you know
now. And boys go through a lot of changes in their early teens so what you
remember about boys may not be all that current. And, don't forget, you're
a bit out of practice too if you know what I mean. Kyle is at the age when
his hormones start to change his body and his mind."
Oh crap. Now my father is giving me a birds and bee talk. I wanted to curl
up and die right there in this stupid French restaurant. I could see the
waiter running around screaming that the young Mademoiselle has perished
right before his eyes. But my father didn't notice my look of shock and he
just continued charging ahead.
"And all those changes can make any teenage boy pretty aggressive and
pretty persuasive about getting what they want from a girl. You do know
what I'm talking about, don't you Dani?"
"Of course I do. I'm not that dumb."
"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure. I mean you do look very
convincing in this role but despite how you look outwardly, you need to be
very, very careful." Dad was talking very quietly now and he leaned in
even closer to me. "I mean you and Kyle are playing for the same team,
Dani and you have the same equipment, too. So if Kyle is a normal boy he
could get very, very angry if he ever discovered that fact. It could be a
very ugly situation. And it could be dangerous for you too. I'm sure
you've seen stories on the Internet and television about hate crimes and
all."
"I know," I said even though I really never paid much attention to any of
those stories.
"Good. So has this Kyle boy kissed you Dani?"
Hell, it was bad enough talking to my mom about kissing Kyle. Now I was
sitting in some fancy restaurant with my Dad and he was asking me all
these personal questions. Dad must have seen the surprised look on my face
as he continued to talk.
"Daddy! This is ridiculous. "
"Dani, I know this is hard for you to talk about but we really do need to
discuss a few things and I don t have a great deal of time. But you need
to believe that I only have your best interests at heart. I love you and
your brother very much and I only want to make sure you both are safe and
happy. So, don't be embarrassed. I'm not here to embarrass you."
As he finished speaking the waiter brought our entrees over to us. Looking
down at my plate, I softly responded to my Dad's question.
"Yes, Daddy. We've kissed."
"Have you considered Kyle's feelings in all this? Do you think you're
being fair to him knowing what you are hiding?"
I was stunned. I never really thought about it from Kyle's viewpoint. I
was always more concerned about my feelings and keeping my secret safe.
"Geez, I don't know. I never really thought about it but I guess it's not
fair. I'm just so confused, daddy." And now I was more confused than ever.
Talking to my father was forcing me to look at the situation from a
completely different vantage point.
"I know none of this is easy for you. And I know I wasn't much help to you
during all this. Your mother is a strong willed woman and somehow I think
she's been manipulating you more than you want to admit. I'm still not
convinced this is really what you want."
"I guess. I don't know. I'm not really sure what I want either," I
responded in a confused state of mind as I nervously toyed with my hair
and crossed my nylon-covered legs. "I'm so confused with all this." I said
almost in tears.
"Don't get upset. I'm sure you are very confused. I can only imagine what
these past few years have been like for you. I mean you were always a
normal kid and until that one summer you never showed any signs of not
being totally normal. You were friendly, outgoing. You were a typical kid.
Then out of the blue, all this blossomed," he said as he looked over as if
to acknowledge my feminine dress and appearance. "But if this is what you
want, that's fine. I'm not judging you at all, Dani. I'm just trying to
make sure you're really doing what you want."
"I know Daddy."
"And I know I haven't been the greatest dad but I had issues I had to deal
with but I'm fine now. I have a good job and my life is totally back on
track. I have a really nice apartment with an extra bedroom. So, what I'm
trying to say is that you can come live with me if you want. It would take
some time but I'm sure we could get the courts to allow you to live with
me if that is your choice. At your age the courts give your preference a
great deal of consideration. And with the uniqueness of your situation I'm
sure there would be no problem."
"Really?" I said almost in total disbelief. I was surprised that my father
cared for me enough to even offer this option to me and I was even more
surprised that I now had a real choice."
"Yes. It could really happen. I mean it would take some time if your
mother tried to fight it but if she agreed, it would be pretty
straightforward. But all that really depends on you. And if you live with
me you could resume your old life."
"Wow." That was all I could manage to utter.
"Listen I know this is a lot to digest so I don't want you to give me an
answer right now. Take some time and think about it. I just wanted you to
know that you do have some choices now. And Dani, I will love you no
matter what you decide. I'm your Dad, regardless."
"Thanks Daddy. I love you too."
I don't remember much else of our conversation after that. We finished our
dessert and dad paid the bill. On the way out, I had to use the ladies
room before we drove home. Dad said he had to go too. I felt weird as we
parted company in the vestibule. He headed into the door marked Monsieur
while I used the door marked Madam. As I sat down to pee, I couldn't help
but think of all the times Dad took Mikey and me into the men's restroom
with him. And now tonight we were using separate facilities. And I knew
Dad wasn't struggling to pull down his panties and pantyhose like I was. I
smiled at the thought of my dad struggling with women's lingerie. After I
finished, I washed my hands, re-applied my lip color and rejoined my dad
who was standing there waiting for me.
"Boys are always faster," he said with a laugh. "Just one more benefit."
"Daddy, that's gross," I said but I couldn't help but laugh at his attempt
at subtle humor.
When he dropped me off back home, he gave me a hug. "So, think about what
I said. I'll call you in a few days."
"I will Daddy. You gave me a lot to think about." And I knew he really did
give me a lot to think about. I was so confused.
I talked to my mom for a few minutes. Naturally she was very curious to
know how our well our dinner went. I told her it was nice but that the
place was a bit too fancy for me.
"I would have preferred wearing my jeans and going to McDonalds for a
hamburger."
"You're too much. I'm sure your father thought you looked wonderful in
your dress. Did he compliment you?"
"I don't know. I guess so," I lied. And the stupid waiter kept calling me
Mademoiselle all night.
"How sweet. What did you expect him to call a pretty young girl? You
certainly don't look like a monsieur."
"I guess. Mom, can we talk tomorrow, I have a lot of homework tonight and
I'm tired," I said as I escaped to the safety of my bedroom. Once there
alone, I changed out of my dress and removed by make-up. As I unhooked my
bra and removed my panties and hose, I wondered what it would be like not
to have to wear such feminine things anymore.
I tossed and turned a bit before falling asleep and into a strange dream.
I was a boy again. I was on my old baseball team and we were playing at
the U.S Championship. We were playing some team with all really big kids,
much bigger than us but we were holding our own. I was the pitcher and I
held them to two runs. Our team had yet to score and now it was the last
inning. We were down to our last three outs.
Billy, our first batter, struck out on three swings. The next two guys got
on base so the tying run was now on second. John was now up and I was in
the on deck circle praying that John would not hit into a double play to
end the game. He did hit a weak ground ball to third but they only got the
force out at second. With two outs I went up to the plate and took my
practice swings. I looked at a called strike one, followed by two balls. I
knew this next pitch would be right down the middle. The pitcher reached
back and sent a fastball flying towards the plate. I swung with all my
might and hit the ball solid driving it deep towards the left field wall.
The outfielder ran to the wall and leapt up. Our fans all cheered as we
watched the ball sail over his head, landing in the third row of seats. I
had just hit the game winning home run.
Everyone was cheering for me and my teammates carried me all the way into
the locker room before the commotion finally died down. I now stood by my
locker and started to undress to take a shower and get dressed. As I
removed my jersey and pants I stood triumphantly. My teammates all were
starring at me now, some were pointing and laughing at me. They were all
standing around in their white underwear; some of them had towels around
their waist. What the hell were they doing? What was so darn funny?
Then I looked at myself. I was standing before them in my underwear, too.
But it wasn't really mine. I was standing there wearing a pair of silky
pink panties and a little pink flowery bra. And to make matters worse I
had pink nail polish on my toenails. I wanted to hide my embarrassment so
I opened my locker door to get dressed. But my locker only contained
girl's clothes. There were a pretty dress, high heels and some lingerie,
along with a girl's make-up case. Everything in my locker was for a girl.
All the guys starting laughing at me, calling me a fairy queen and other
mean names. All that name-calling made me, feel worse. I started to cry as
they all circled around me calling me a big baby girl.
I awoke in a sweat in the safety of my pretty room, filled with my stuffed
animals and dolls. Would my future be one filled with happy dreams or one
with constant nightmares? What should I tell my father? And what about
Kyle? As I drifted back to sleep, Kyle was clearly on my mind. I began to
dream of Kyle. We were alone in my room, lying in bed together. Kyle was
naked and he looked magnificent, lying there so masculine. I was wearing a
pretty camisole and panty set with little hearts on it. Kyle drew me
closer to his strong body, indicating he wanted me. And I knew exactly
what he wanted as I eagerly began to suck his rock hard cock. I loved
sucking him. It was so good. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted him to
cum and cum and cum. Kyle was my guy; he was all mine. I knew it and he
knew it too. I smiled as I drifted more deeply into my dream like state.
And somehow I knew tonight would be a wet dream for sure.
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