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From F-Baller to T-Girlie With a familiar thump and a few stumbled steps down the stairs Henry Jacobs knew his son Marc was up and heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. Being "Up" And "Awake" were two entirely different things for Marc. Normally this being Monday morning, 'awake' was still not going to be happening till Marc's third class of the day. Unless the news that Henry was going to give him woke the boy up. Which it should. The 18 year old stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed a box of cereal out of the pantry, grabbed the bottle of milk from the refrigerator and slumped down at the kitchen table. Marc was a well-built teen, played a lot of sports, not super muscled but the guy was on the football team for all four years of high school. Puberty was well on its way to turn the teen into a man. Already having a fairly heavy beard in the morning, plus through his open robe Henry could see that even more hair had sprouted on the boy's chest. And from the bottom of the robe the thick fur that covered Marc's legs. The timing for all this was certainly interesting. "Rough night? You came in late," Henry said sitting across from Marc at the small table. "I was a good boy Dad, you know me. Just hung out with the guys, that's all. Blew off some steam like we always need to at the start of the season," Marc said. His voice was kind of shaky still due to not being fully awake, but the baritone that had been creeping in over the past year was evident. "You've always been a good boy. You all ways listen to what your Father tells you. Here, I have some more of these for you," Henry said taking a bottle of pills out of his suit coat and placing them on the table. Marc looked over at them, a brief cloud of worry crossed his face. "OK, sure. You um.... You sure these things are supposed to help? I know you said they were to improve my concentration but, I've been feeling kind of funny since I started taking them..." Marc said picking up the bottle and staring at it. The few times he had a prescribed medicine in the past he was used to there being a label on the bottle. He guessed since his Father worked for a pharmaceutical company and could get these direct there didn't need to be a label. "It takes a while for them to start to show the effects. Just keep taking them. These on the other hand..." Henry said placing another, larger bottle of pills on the table. "These you're going to start seeing the effects of maybe by the end of the week. They're pretty strong." "What are these?" "The hormones you asked me to get you." "Hormones?!?" Marc said, alarmed at what his father had just given him. "Dad! I can't take testosterone supplements!!! That's one of the things they test us on for football. I'm already nervous that they'll find something wrong with this other stuff you gave me." "You see Marc. This is why you need those memory pills. Go take one now. No, better take two. Do what your father tells you." Marc looked at his Dad out of the corner of his eyes, and knew he had to take the pills. Popping two in his mouth he downed them quickly with the milk he got for his cereal. "Now Marc, don't you remember? The talk we had? Marc.... Those aren't male hormones, those are female hormones. You don't remember opening up to me, blurting out that you needed to become a woman? That you always felt you were supposed to have been born a girl? And you begged me to help you take the steps to achieve that?" To say that Marc couldn't believe what he was hearing didn't come close to describing it. And that his Father was saying these things in such a monotone voice. Confusion swept over Marc as he tried to take in the full weight of what he had just been told. With his head being as foggy as it had been the last week, it was hard to even hold onto one solid thought. "Wha...wa......what are you talking about?!??!?! I don't want to be a girl!!! I'm on the football team!! This is our big year. The year all the pro scouts come to check us out!!! I'm going into college on a scholarship, it's what I've been working for the last..." "Marc," his Father said, interrupting in that low, almost monotone voice he was using. "Now, you know that's not going to happen. You're not that good a player. Your grades are not good enough for a scholarship of any kind. With college costing what it does, without a scholarship, there will be no college." Marc sat there still in complete stunned shock, trying to think this out. "But, even....even if I wasn't going to college, that doesn't mean I need to....become a girl?!" "You know the two are connected. Your grades and your playing have slipped since the start of the year. Not that they were all that great to begin with. It's because you've been so distracted with what you've come to terms with, what you've always secretly known. That you would be happier as a girl. You've obviously repressed those feeling again and forgotten that we talked about this over the weekend." "We did?" Marc said quietly, as he looked closer at the new bottle of pills. "Yes, and I fully support you in this. How could I not? Your happiness is everything to me. And if you will be happier as a girl then I agree. Marc?" Henry said with a bit more force than the rest of his talk with his son. Marc looked up and met his Father's eyes. "You WILL be happier as a girl." "I guess. I.....I'm still going to play football," Marc said trying to sound a little defiant. "Play as long as you feel comfortable doing so honey. But like I said, those pills are a new formulation the lab's came up with. Very strong, very quick working. You should, well, to put it delicately, you should be...budding by maybe the weekend." Marc subconsciously looked down at his chest through his robe. The firm pecs with the dusting of brown hair across them. The circle of longer hairs around each nipple. Budding? The team had its first game that weekend. Practice started Wednesday. He would have..... breasts growing by game day? "I have to go to work now. Remember, take all your pills on time, and don't deny that becoming a girl is the best thing you've ever decided. Time to move forward and be true to yourself. I'm proud of you son." Marc sat there for a while. Knowing that he still had to get dressed and get to school. While at the same time feeling like he didn't have the strength to even stand up. After a while he realized that, if his Dad said so, and was supporting him, it must be true. It's what his Dad said he wanted so, he'd have to accept it. Marc didn't know a lot about this whole bit but he knew there were plenty of teens who went through the same thing that got kicked out of his house, who's family never talked to them again. Marc was lucky, he guessed. Marc picked up the new bottle his Father gave him and shook out a coupe of pills. Why did they have to be pink? School was really hard to deal with for Marc that day. His Dad had said that his confusion and lower quality of work was because he was dealing with coming to terms with wanting to be a girl. But Marc couldn't think of anything else that day. It was like he was getting more confused now that he decided to transition. Gym class was the worst. Marc had always been, as the saying goes, one of the boys. Palling around. Shooting the shit with his buds. But now things were different. They'd always be different from now on. Oh hell, was that why he didn't have a steady girlfriend for the last 8 months? And the reason he was always hanging out with the guys? Because he didn't really like girls and actually wanted to get closer to the guys than just friends? As the school day progressed Marc found himself watching the girls, but not watching them the way he used to. Maybe studying them would be a better description. How they moved. How they wore their make up. Make up, Marc kept thinking. How was he going to wear make up? His Mom was long gone so it wasn't like he could go to her about any of this. Even the ex's he was still on speaking terms with....there was no way he could talk to them about this. Marc was so tired by the time school ended, just from thinking about all of what was coming, he went straight home and right into bed. Didn't even come down hours later when his Father got home. Or when he was offered dinner. Except for the minute it took him to sit up and take his evening pills he just lay there, staring at the ceiling of his room. For some reason he found himself playing with his nipples. Did they feel kind of puffy already? The next day at school was slightly better than the day before. Although out of defiance over what he's 'accepted', Marc didn't shave. More than a few people mentioned the scruffy look. He had wanted to respond, "Last chance to see it!" but just passed it off as being lazy. Marc was changing back into his street clothes from his gym outfit, and changing quickly since he was becoming more and more uneasy being naked around other guys, when one of his buddies from the football team came up behind him. "Hey dude, is something wrong?" a voice said from behind him. Marc turned around quickly to find LeRoy Bridge coming up behind him. He was fresh from the shower. The large black linesman was dripping wet and not at all concerned as to how naked he was as he ran a towel over all his built up muscles. Being a suburban school, there could be a distance between the white and black team members. But Marc had known LeRoy or years. "Nothing up. Something seems like it's up?" Marc said making sure his shirt was covering himself and his pants were pulled up. "Nah, just acting weirded out. Reason I came over, some of us are getting together to have a pre season strategy meeting tonight. Up for it?" LeRoy was finishing up drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. Even covered, the guy's huge dick raised a lump on the front of the towel that Marc could not avoid staring at. "Oh man, not tonight. Got uuuuhhhh....got something up that I can't get out of this late. But I'll be at training tomorrow," Marc said tearing his eyes away and paying far too much attention to how things were organized in his backpack. "S'cool...ummm, you sure there's nothing up man? Nothing I can't help with?" Marc found himself wanting to say "Can you help me get over my fear of going down on cock for the rest of my life by letting me at that monster of yours for a few minutes." But came up with, "Nah, really, it's just, you know, stuff." As the words came out of his mouth Marc found that not even he was believing it. And he knew LeRoy wasn't either. But the large black youth turned and walked back to his locker without pressing any further. A wave of relief came over Marc as he pulled into the drive way of his house. At least when he was home he felt more comfortable, safe. As he walked up the front steps he noticed several large boxes left on the front stoop. There was not return address, no markings where they were from, but they were all addressed to him. He threw his backpack into the corner as he usually did and brought the boxes into the living room to check out what they were. With all that was going on, he was kind of excited to get these boxes out of nowhere. Maybe his Mom did remember his birthday after all. Even though it would be a couple of months late. But in opening the boxes, Marc knew immediately that this was not from his Mother. Panties. Bras. Other lacy things he'd only seen in the Victoria's Secret window at the mall. The boxes were full of them. And except for a few piece in black, all were a girlie pink. Even though he would have the house to himself for hours, Marc quickly closed up the boxes and took the upstairs to his bed room. There they sat on his bed for about an hour while he tried to come to grips with what he saw. Eventually he started going through the boxes, taking the silky undies out and laying them on his bed. When Marc found a couple of receipts he checked the info on them, finding that the orders had been placed over the internet. Firing up his computer he found the order info, the e-mails acknowledging the orders and the shipping notices. Which all came across over the last couple of days. But he didn't remember ever seeing any of those before. Getting back to the underwear, Marc couldn't believe how much there was. How light they all felt as compared to the underwear he had used in his life up till now. And how tiny so much of it was. Again, after a lie of tightie whities and boxers, Marc was finding his options began and ended at what looked like thongs and gstrings. Not to mention bras, stocking, garters and what appeared to be bustiers. 'Well....let's see how I did on size," Marc said pulling his shirt over his head and taking off his pants and underwear. As he tossed his boxers onto the pile of dirty clothes in the corner he couldn't help but think it might be one of the last times he'd be wearing them, so why bother washing. Bras were first. Or at least he tried. Not that they didn't fit. Surprisingly it was perfect. And his experience of taking off his girlfriend's helped with his putting them on. But he just didn't have the material to fill up the cups yet. Even pushing and prodding his pecs the cups were fairly empty. Fairly large too. Marc guessed that he must have been on a trans planning high and gave his tits a lot of credit to fill these in. The straps hurt his shoulders some, even after he smoothed out the couple of twists in them. Maybe after....after his muscles started going down from when he stopped playing football the straps would feel better. Wouldn't need all these muscles when he...became a she. And he wouldn't have ordered all these undies if that wasn't what he wanted. Moving onto panties, Marc found the opposite of what happened with the bra. Instead of not having enough material to fill it up, he had too much material filling his pink panty. Big old dumb cock getting in the way. Pulling the panty up was great. He could barely feel the material it was so light. And it went on almost like a jock strap. Instead of the two straps outlining his ass, there was just the one that went up the crack. He kept thinking that the one strap parting his butt felt really good. Really soft. But the front was killing him. Women's panties just weren't made to hold a guy's dick. Marc even tried squatting down, tucking his dick between his legs, but it wouldn't stay in place long enough to give him the feeling he wanted. Which made him start thinking that he wouldn't be able to wear a proper pair of panties till....he had his dick cut off. No, no, till he had the vagina he always was supposed to have. Which wouldn't be there till his dick was cut off. Marc pulled the thong he had been trying to wear off and tossed it on the bed. Then he remembered something about one of the boxes and one of the web sites. Digging through he found a separate collection of undies that looked a bit different. And the name on the box was "Manties, For A Real Man Wears Lace". Gabbing a pair of those he eagerly pulled them up his legs. After adjusting the strap up his butt, which he was getting good at, Marc saw that these were perfect. Just enough of a pouch in front so his dick could rest in the material, not get squeezed out the sides. They felt great. MAN, he was going to be loving wearing these instead of those lame boxers. So soft and smooth. Marc had to try more. Doing a bra again wasn't going to help but, there were those garters. He had loved it when Betty wore some a few years back as part of her Halloween costume. And Marc didn't see any panty hose in the orders. At first Marc didn't know which was the front of the garters, they didn't have a tag in back like his boxers, but figured the little heart embroidery must face the front. He took some time adjusting them. Then taking what he thought had to be the matching hose, he sat on chair he usually used to work on his computer and started pulling them up. Didn't really work too well. They were really tight, but he guessed they had to be. Never saw any women wearing baggy stockings like guys wear baggy jeans. Then he remembered seeing someone like bunching the hose up and then pulling them up his leg. Marc tried that on his left leg first. And it worked. He took it slow, got them up a few inches, smoothed them out, then did it again till the hose reached the upped part of his legs. The other leg was much easier to do. Got both up without any snags. Getting out of the chair he was able to attach the hose to the clips on the front of the garter but couldn't quite get the ones in back. Thinking maybe if he could see them at a better angle Marc moved over to the mirror over his dresser to see if that would help. But then he saw himself. Big dumb ass football player wearing girlie panties and making sure his garter was on right. Stupid little clips hanging down waiting for the legging to be snapped into them. Dick housed in a black silk pouch with some type of stretch fabric that held it back some, closer to his body, making it look less like he even had a dick. And all around the crotch, instead of smooth skin, a forest of wiry groin hair. Legs were insanely ugly. Legs of a football player. Thick with muscles, covered in hair. Hair that was now matted against the tight fabric covering his legs. Looked like an idiot. Didn't care what the hell he was 'coming to terms with', he wasn't going to live his life this freak. There was nothing delicate about the way Marc ripped the girlie underwear off him. The hose that went up without a snag now had a giant run down each of them. Didn't even attempt to pull the garter belt down, he just ripped it off. The elastic snapping it like a rubber band. Only the 'manties' survived the assault but they were soon thrown back into the boxes, as were the rest of the clothes. Marc was still throwing the underwear around when a knock at his bedroom door was quickly followed by his Father coming in the room. "Marc I was going to...HEY Marc!! What is going on? What's the matter?" Marc was almost crying when as he stopped his rampage, and slumped on the end of his bed. "Don't know what I'm doing. These things came today. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Dad...it's girl underwear. Don't even remember ordering this shit. Looked like a freak..." "Marc....Marc. First off, calm down," Henry said sitting next to his son, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him close. "Marc, you really don't remember? I know about the underwear. That's how I found out about all of this. I saw the charges on your credit card, asked you what they were for and you just....unloaded." Henry said in the calm, even reassuring voice he used with Marc when discussing his transition. "Don't remember any..." "It just must have been so cathartic and so stressful at the same time, your mind is just shutting it out. But it's OK. I understand. What was the problem? Didn't you get the size right? That would be fully understandable for you first orders." "Well....the bra didn't fit but, I'm not big enough yet. But my legs are too big and too hairy.....the hose looked...." "OK, well I know one way to fix part of that. Notice how supportive I'm being. Why don't you shave your legs and see how they look then. Got a feeling that's a major part. Not even women look good in hose when their legs are all hairy. And trust me, I've seen some." That got a slight chuckle out of Marc. Henry could feel his son relax some. "Why don't you try this. Go run yourself a good hot bath. Just go soak for a while and unwind. Now, if I remember how your Mom used to do it, after letting your legs soak for a bit, the hair should shave off like butter. Take your shaving cream with you, take a couple of Bics and.....most importantly, take your time." "Guess that would work...." "I'll go order us a pizza. Feel like pizza tonight? It usually takes well over an hour for them to deliver. So you have plenty of time to be done by the time it's here. Sound good?" "Sounds really good. Thanks Dad." "That's OK Honey. Take a couple of the pills before you hit the tub, it should help relax you. Marc, remember. Relax. Shave. Retry the stockings again. They will look better to you." Marc did feel much more relaxed as he went into his bathroom and got the hot water running. He didn't have anything along the lines of bubble bath, not yet anyway, but he did have some liquid body soap. He squeezed a good amount of the green liquid into the stream of water coming out of the tap. The tub was soon filled with warm, border lining on hot, water and soap bubbles. Marc threw back a couple each of the pills and then lowered himself into the water. What with all the sports he had been playing all his life, he couldn't remember the last time he took a real bath instead of a quick shower. But as always, his Father was right. He started to relax almost immediately. While he knew it was only a coupe of days that he had been taking the hormones, Marc played a bit with squeezing his pecs together to see what kind of cleavage he could make. Turned out he could make a pretty good set. Just weren't the right size to fill out the bra yet. But soon enough he reached over to the side of the tub where he left the razor and started in oh his legs. It was pretty hard going at first, but then he found he could first go with the growth to cut down the length, then against the growth to get it incredible smooth. At least Marc found he wasn't muscle bound like some of the bigger members of the team. He could bend his legs around and maneuver just right to get behind his knee and the lower parts of his calves. After he was done he still rested in the tub, letting the warm water cradle him. Once in a while lifting a leg out of the suds to stare at the hair free flesh. Only a knick here and there to show his amateur status. Knowing the food would be there soon Marc got out of the tub and stood under the shower head quickly to wash away any last stray hairs. While he was there, the thought just came to Marc and he went for it. He grabbed the razor, soaped it up and shaved his ass of every last hair. Even parting his checks with his hands and shaving in between. Walking from the bathroom back to his bed room felt great. The water was drying from his smooth legs, leaving them feeling cool in the open air. He didn't remember them feeling this great back before puberty kicked in and covered them with fur. It wasn't THAT long ago. Marc picked up the boxes he had thrown around and went through till he found a new outfit. He went with the pink this time instead of the black. There was a great panty and garter belt set. Matching lace and frilly. That might have been the problem with the other set, the black set. Too sultry for a first time, he needed something.....kind of innocent. There was just a little more to the back of the 'mantie' but most of it was still going up his butt. Marc took a second to turn to check his shaving handy work. He found al ass that was still rock solid but smooth as stone, partially covered in pink satin. Could as ass blush? The front needed a little adjusting the smoothing. His skin still a bit too wet from soaking to be able to keep his dick tucked between his thighs. That's when he noticed something else different from the first pair. The front hung down more due to his dick, the fabric not quite as stretchy as the previous pair. It made an almost V shape going from his hips down to his crotch. It exposed a lot more of his dick hair. Marc had shaved on the sides of his crotch but no torched the actual bush. He trotted back to the bathroom and within a few minutes had clipped down his pubic bush to a neat patch. Along with shaving from just above the bush to his navel. This time when he looked in the mirror to check, it looked great. Like powerful due to the muscles still being there, and now without hair, but unmistakingly feminine with the smoothness and the pink panty. The garter belt and the hose went on like he had been doing it all his life. The top of the hose was covered in two inches of white lace. And even though they were just as tight as the first pair, they didn't feel tight. As a matter of fact, Marc could barely feel them at all till he sat down. Then the cool fabric rubbed up against each other. And they looked so much leaner than before. Sure the muscles were still there, and sort of bulged in the wrong places for a girl, but all together it looked great. Marc thought he'd take a could of minutes to put everything away, when he noticed a bra that must have passed him by the first go round. On the back of the pink fabric were the words, "Boy's First Bra." Well, he was still technically a boy and he needed a first bra. Slipping it on he found what the difference was. The cups weren't made to be filled up with what was already there, they were made to create something that wasn't. The fabric pulled against his chest, so that with some pulling and pushing he could fill the area with his pecs, making it look like breasts. Really small breasts but, Marc had tits!!! Taking a deep breath, Marc turned again to face the mirror he freaked out in front of earlier in the day. This time, what a difference!! Again, he knew it was still too muscular, shoulders too wide, hips not wide enough, but it was great!!! He...he could maybe see this happening after all. Lose some of the mass, let his hair grow, let his tits come in more... That's when Marc noticed just how male he still was. The thin fabric covering his crotch was having quite a time to keep covering. His hard on was more than evident. And getting bigger all the time. He checked the clock, it was at least an hour since his Dad came to talk to him, the food had to be there soon. Still, he was so horny, so pent up fro the last couple of days. Quickly jumping on his bed and laying back, Marc pulled the panty down and grabbed his shaft. For a second he thought maybe it didn't feel quite as hard as it had in the past, or as long, but it didn't matter. Didn't matter that he was going to one day have it removed for a pussy. Right now his hard dick was in his rough hand and he was stroking like it was the first time, not one of the last. Rubbing his stocking encased legs together just sent him into sensory overload. Along with the his nut sack brushing up against his pulled down panties. Looking down to see his dick, Marc found he wasn't seeing the hard pecs he was used to, but looking past a pert pair of tits. It wasn't long before he shot off, almost hitting his new bras with cum. Marc knew he didn't have time so he cleaned himself off and then started pulling off the bra. But he couldn't do it. He just put it on, put all of it on, and didn't want to get out. So he threw on his baggiest old beat up sweat short and his loosest sweat pants, along with a pair of sock to cover the hose and headed down stairs. His Father was already sitting at the kitchen table eating pizza and reading a book. "It just came," his Father said, with Marc jokingly thinking, So did I, to himself. "I thought you might need some more time. Things go.....OK?" "Went fine. Thanks for the words of encouragement." Marc said loading his plate up with pizza slices. At least his appetite was still that of a growing boy's. 'You uh...still wearing some of it?" Marc stopped for a second and looked up from his plate. He still didn't know if a butt could blush, but he knew his face was. "Umm, how, can you see.....?" "It's your shirt. It's kind of big and the neck is all stretched out. I can see a bra strap," his father said pointing to Marc's left shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry," Marc said quickly adjusting his shirt. "No no, it's fine. Something I'm going to have to get used to....something I want to get used to for you. Actually, would you mind if I saw?" Marc thought for just a second that it was an odd request. But he never held anything back from his Father. And it was something he had to get used to. So Marc stood, pulled his short up to show the bra and lowered the sweat pants just enough to show the panties and garters. But he quickly pulled them back up and couldn't make eye contact with is Father for several minutes. "You know, I've been thinking," his Father said trying to break the ice again. "I think we makes a hair remover for one of the beauty product companies. I can see about getting you a few bottles to try out. Might be easier than shaving?" "Yea, that would be great. And you know, I've been thinking too. You know, not all women as girlie and soft. There are a lot of great female athletes these days. Just because I'm changing my sex doesn't mean I have to give up sports. Sure I might not be able to compete, that wouldn't be fair to natural woman but..." "No Marc. That's not going to happen. You're not going to be come that type of girl. You wouldn't be transitioning if there were a reason for you to still play sports," Henry said in a stern even voice. The words seem to sink into Marc's consciousness as if he had heard the same thing 100 times. "I'm only letting you play Football till the changes become too obvious because it would be cruel to make you go cold turkey." "OK. Just an idea." "I know. It's hard but, it needs to be this way. You know that's right. I'm not saying these things to be mean, I hope you know that. I love you and everything I do is in your best interest." "I know." It was quite between the two men for a time. Marc picked at his food for a bit but the remaining teen boy instincts took over and soon he was downing the pizza slice after slice. "By the way, starting tomorrow you can double the hormone pills dosage. There can be a bad skin reaction sometimes. I knew you wouldn't have it but I wanted to be sure. You haven't seen any sign of breaking out have you?" Henry said starting up the conversation again. "No, nothing. Ummm, but I'm already taking 2 pills four times a day." "And now it will be 4 pills 4 times a day. Don't tell me you're having trouble with math already, like a girl would? That's so sweet." Marc knew his Father was joking. Really knew it was suppose to be funny. He just didn't know why the comment stuck with him for so long.