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My First Time as a Girl By Erin McGee It was June of 2000 and I had just turned 17. Like most 17 year olds, with their driver's license, I kept bugging my Mom about getting a car. I should say that it was Mom, my older sister Janice and I were living together. My Dad was killed in an auto accident when I was 10. Mom, to her credit, was working two jobs to support my sister and me. While we were far from being poor, there wasn't much extra money. Anyway, I asked mom about getting a car and she said that the only way I could get one, would be if I could earn enough to pay for the car, insurance, maintenance and gas. I think she figured that this would discourage me. I looked in the paper for a job and those that I could get didn't pay enough to be able to afford a car. I was getting discouraged when my Uncle Todd, my Dad's twin brother, called asking what I was doing for the summer. He owned a construction company and wanted to know if I would be interested in working there for the summer. I couldn't say yes fast enough. I told him that I wanted to save enough money to buy a car or truck. Uncle Todd was paying me $15.00 per hour, which I realize now, was way more than I was worth, but he made me earn it. I had to be to work by 6:00 each morning and we got off between 2 and 5 depending how hot it was. He didn't let me slack and had me hustling all of the time. The construction company had a 1990 Ford F-150 pick-up which he let me drive back and forth to work. At the end of the summer, I had managed to save almost $4,000. He asked me what I was going to do with the money I had saved. I told him that I was going to start looking for a used car or truck. He asked me if I liked the truck I had been driving all summer. I told him yes and he asked me if I would be interested in buying it. They were getting ready to trade it in and he would sell it to me for $2,500. I asked Mom and she said it would be ok, but to remember that I had to pay for the insurance and gas. I told her that after paying for the truck, that I would still have $1,500 to support my truck. That summer taught me several lifelong lessons. One was that I didn't want to work in manual labor my whole life. The second was the satisfaction of having something that you earned. The last, and possibly, the one that had the biggest impact on me was when you do a job, or anything else; you do it well and to the best of your ability. When school started I was on top of the world. I was one of the few kids, my age, which had their own truck or car. I had money to spend on my girl friend Megan, for doing things and going places. The first big shock came in the insurance bill $600 for the first 6 months and that was with the good student discount. Suddenly my $1,500 didn't seem so large anymore. I knew I had to get another job, cars and girlfriends can be expensive. Unfortunately between school, sports (I played football, soccer and wrestled) and any kind of social life it was hard to find a job that would fit around my schedule. I want to digress a bit here. My Uncle Todd had always been a positive role model for me since my Dad died. He was the one that got me into sports, the one that thumped me upside the head when I did something dumb and tried his best to teach me what it was like to be a man. But, I had always been fascinated watching my Mom do Janice's hair. I had always worn my hair a little long and on more than one occasion, Janice "forced" me to sit still while she put some rollers in my hair. She said if I was going to wear my hair that long it should at least look good. Of course I put up a fuss, but that being said; I really enjoyed her rolling and curling my hair. I found myself sneaking in and using her, or Mom's, curling iron and/or rollers to curl my hair. Then gradually I would try on a pair of their panties, a bra and before long I was dressing every chance I could get, which wasn't very often. Because of my long hair, Mom stopped taking me to a barber and started taking me to Sarah's Salon, where she got her hair done. I would go in every couple of months for a haircut and always enjoyed being in there. Just before school started, I made an appointment with Sarah to get my hair trimmed. I hadn't had a haircut since May and I was getting pretty shaggy. She noticed on how long my hair had become and how it was all bleached out during the summer. She commented that blonde hair looked good on me and she could add some highlight to my hair so I looked like I was a blonde all year. She would always tease me like that knowing that I would start squirming, though it was mostly put on. I tried to change the subject by telling about my summer, my new truck and my need to find a job. Half kiddingly, I said that I couldn't afford to pay for anything other than a haircut right now, maybe another time. She asked what kind of job I was looking for and I said something that was flexible enough to work around my schedule. McDonald's and those types of places were out of the question. I told he that if I couldn't find anything, that I would have to either stop playing sports or driving my truck. Sarah mentioned that they were looking for someone to clean-up after hours. The hours would be flexible, they would pay $8.00 per hour and I would probably work 10 - 20 per week. The job would be to clean-up Tuesday - Friday nights. Then sometime over the weekend, I would give the salon a thorough cleaning, wax the floors and such. When I did it was up to me, as long as it was done by 8:00 the following morning. She asked me if I would be interested. I couldn't say yes fast enough. Sarah told me to get my work permit and I could start the following Tuesday afternoon. Then she said something that really boxed me into a corner. She asked me, "Are you serious about letting me highlight your hair blonde"? I had a deer in the head like look in my eyes. Part of me wanted to say yes so bad, but I was scared to death that this might lead to getting found out. "I don't know what will people think?" "Look Jamie (my old name), there are lots of guys that come in here all of the time to get their hair highlighted or colored. It is becoming very accepted these days." "I didn't realize that." "I don't have another appointment for 2 hours now. If you want, I'll put some highlights in your hair and since you are going to be working here, I'll only charge you for the haircut. Shall we get started?" I didn't know what to do. I don't know how many times that I watched women getting highlights when I was in there getting my hair cut, wishing that was me. So I got up my courage and said meekly, "OK, just don't make them too noticeable." "Fantastic, you won't regret this. I'll be right back." With that, she went into the back room and a few minutes later came out with a cape, towels, 2 bowls of color and a hand full of aluminum foils. She put the towels around my neck and the cape to cover the rest of me. She parted my hair off into a bunch of small sections securing each with a clip. "Ok Jamie, what I am going to do is to highlight your hair with two different colors so that it will look subtle but help even out the natural blonde ones you already have. Are you ready?" "Go for it," I said as I could feel myself getting both excited and a little turned on by the thought. Sarah quickly took a before picture and started highlighting my hair. I couldn't see what she was doing as she had me turned away from the mirror. I could feel her tugging my hair and I would hand her an aluminum foil then I would smell the color she was using. As time progressed my head got heavier and heavier. After almost an hour, she turned me around and to my surprise; there I was looking like I had a radar antenna attached to my head. She then told me that I had to wait for about 30 minutes for color to process. For the first time I started getting nervous when people started coming into the salon. Sitting there with my head in foils and a cape around the rest of me, I had a couple of women do a double take to see if I was a boy or girl. I could see them go over and talk to Sarah, looking back to me. Each time they looked over to me and smiled. One woman came over and said that I was so brave and that she would like to see her Grandson do this. Before I knew it Sarah came over and started checking some of my foils, proclaiming that I was done. She took me over to the shampoo bowl, washed the color out and put a toner on my hair to help even out the color. What was I getting myself into? I had to wait another 15 minutes for the toner to work. Sarah sat down and said, "Please don't mind those ladies too much. They just aren't that used to seeing a guy in here getting highlights. And, I hope this doesn't embarrass you too much, but they all thought you looked very cute sitting there." We talked for the next few minutes about the job and what was expected to me. That, once I started, working there, I could start getting my hair cut, or what else I wanted done, for free. Before I knew it, Sarah was washing and conditioning my hair. She wrapped my hair in a towel and took me back to her station. I sat there looking into the mirror looking at myself in the mirror. My hair looked different but it wasn't something that really jumped out at me. The blonding was subtle enough that most of the kids, at school, will assume that my hair just bleached out during the summer. I could feel a lump in my throat forming when I told Sarah that I loved the way my hair looked. She smiled and said, "So how do you want your hair cut today?" "How about just a trim?" "Ok, but I think about something a little different will look better. Do you trust me?" "Ah, yes I guess." She wasted no time and started cutting and cutting; it was certainly more than just a trim. When she had finished, my new cut turned out to be a long, stylish cut that really showed off my new ?blonde" hair. While it wasn't what I was thinking bout, I had to admit that it looked good on me. Also, I could imagine how it would look if I curled it into a feminine style. "I love it Sarah, thank you so much for talking me into doing this." "I didn't talk you into anything you didn't already want." With that, I paid here, with a very nice tip. I couldn't get home fast enough to show Mom and Janice my hair and to tell them about the job. But, on the way home I decided that I wouldn't say anything about my hair and see if they noticed. I told them about the job and they both thought it was a wonderful idea. The fact that they would let me work around my other interests was fantastic. Mom did say that if my grades dropped at all I would have to quit though. They both commented on my hair cut. It looked very stylish. Mom said, "I didn't realize how much your hair got bleached out this summer." Janice followed with, "I didn't realize it either. You know Jamie blonde does suit you. You should let me keep you blonde all year." I almost couldn't control myself but I didn't tell them about getting my hair highlighted. Well, I had passed my first test. I figured that if Mom and Janice didn't realize what I had done, then the kids at school probably wouldn't either. I went and changed my clothes and drove to the afternoon practice. On the way I stopped by my girlfriend Megan's house she wanted to see my haircut after I got done. Megan and I had been together for almost a year. She was a senior too and was on the cheerleading squad. Megan liked my new hair style, but looked closer and smiled. "Jamie, it looks like you just had your hair highlighted. Don't get me wrong I love it. I think it makes you look so sexy." My worst fear had been realized, I had been made. I tried to deny it which made things worse. The more I talked the deeper I was digging my hole. "Me thinks he duth protest too much," Megan giggled. Finally I had to tell her the truth. I told Megan about getting my hair done and about my new job. She got all excited and told me how much she really liked going to the salon and getting her hair done. Thinking back, I remembered that she did go to the salon a lot; I just hadn't really paid any attention to it. "Please don't tell anyone about this. It seemed like a good idea at the time. So I guess I'll get plenty of kidding." "Don't worry Jamie, I won't tell anyone. Besides, the only reason I noticed them was because my Aunt Lois was in the salon when you were getting your hair done. You haven't met her, but she thought she recognized you from our Junior Prom picture. She didn't say anything to you because she wasn't sure and didn't want to embarrass you. Just promise that you will take me with you when you get your roots done." "Roots?" "Yes silly, now you have to color your new hair growth every 3 - 4 weeks so people won't realize that you have colored your hair." Gees, what did I get myself into? I didn't even think about having to get touch ups. At least it would be free as long as I worked at Sarah's Salon. "Megan I have to be going to football practice. Do you want to do something tonight?" "Sandi asked me to go over to her house and then we were going to the mall. Do you want to come along?" Then she chided me, "With your new hairdo, you can be one of the girls." With that she gave me a big kiss. I told her maybe some other time and left for practice. When I got to the school I started getting real nervous. I would be so embarrassed if one of the guys, on the team, figured out what I had done. Fortunately no one even noticed and the only comment was on my haircut. Mostly the comments were something on the order of you should have got it cut shorter; most of the guys had shaved heads. The weekend went well. Megan and I went to an end of summer party Saturday night at a friend's house. I received lots of praises on my haircut. The only comments on my color were something like, "Gee your hair really got bleached out this summer." Monday morning I went to football practice and then to the School's administration office and got my work permit. I wasn't the biggest guy on the team, 5' 7" and 140lbs but, with the guts and drive I showed, I managed to make the Varsity team as a running back. The coach said that if I was about 5" taller and 40 pounds heavier that I could probably get a full ride college scholarship. This was the last week before school started and practice was everyday from 7:00 - 10:00 and 3:00 - 5:00. Sarah wanted me to start coming in on Tuesday at 5:30. After a week or so, they would give me a key to the shop and it would be my responsibility to make sure it was clean. The first week had me dragging between two practices and work and school hadn't even started yet. I had just enough time to come in from the last practice, shower and get to work on time. The job itself was pretty straight forward. Some of the stylists were still working when I got there. More than once I found myself just watching them work. Sarah noticed a couple of times and commented, "That's something we can do next time." Her comments had the desired effect of turning me bright red. Sam Jenson was my best friend and the other running back. We had a friendly rivalry on who would score the most points. At first it was only a gentleman's bet. But the further into the season we got, the more intense the competition got. Megan and Sandi, Sam's girlfriend and also a cheerleader, got tired of us constantly banging our egos over a "silly, worthless bet." They suggested, no really demanded, that if we were going to carry on like this there should really be something at stake. "I know," Sandi blurted out, "you two keep putting down the cheerleaders saying that ?cheerleading doesn't really take a lot of skill'. So if we can get permission why don't you two bet that whoever loses has to spend the following week as a cheerleader, dressed as a girl of course, and be on the squad for the first basketball game? And, if you tie then you both have to be on the squad. That way it will give you extra incentive to do your best." Sam and I just stood there dumb founded. I could see Megan's eyes fill with excitement. Finally, thinking (sometimes I do too much of that) that the school wouldn't go along with it, I said ok. Sandi and Megan turned their looks at Sam and soon he was saying ok too. We shook hands. Now I was in a real pickle. On one hand I really wanted to win the bet to feed my ego. On the other hand I this would be a chance of a lifetime to spend a week as a girl. To our surprise, the school went along with the bet. They said that as long as there weren't any issues with the other students and parents, this would be a great way to help build spirit for the school. Sarah had given me a key, so during the week I would come in right after football practice, usually around 6 and be finished by 8 at the latest. I usually went in sometime Sunday and it would take me 4 to 5 hours to finish. If I had a game on Friday night, I would do a quickie clean-up before I went to the game. Occasionally some of the stylists would be working late and again, I found myself watching them. I would imagine what it would be like to work there and that I was getting my hair done. One night, I was all alone. I started emptying the trash and cleaning up the stylists stations. I noticed that Jan had left one of her curling irons on. I started to turn it off when I thought what the heck. I found a rat tail comb, sectioned out part of my hair and started to curl it. When I finished, I backcombed and styled my hair and sprayed it with hairspray. I turned off the curling iron and finished my cleaning. I couldn't wear my hair that way going home, so I washed it out, towel dried it and went home. Over the next several weeks I would come directly from football practice. Most of the time I had the salon to myself and I found myself trying different hair styles. On Sundays, I would roll my hair on rollers and let it dry. On a couple of occasions, I took one of the highlighting caps, pulled sections of my hair through the holes and colored them with a Fanciful temporary rinse. On one Sunday, I went in as usual. I locked the door behind me and drew the blinds. As part of my usual routine, I first set my hair. This time I did it on perm rods. I washed my hair, proceeded section out part of my hair and rolled it using end papers. When I finished, I rewetted each rod with setting lotion. I let my hair dry while I was doing my work. I was in the back room and didn't hear Sarah come in. "Hmmm, what do we have here?" I was so shocked I almost peed in my pants. I couldn't say a thing but "Uhh...mmm...I just wanted to see what I will look like." "Well come over and sit down and let me see what you did." I sat down in her chair and she looked me over for what seemed like several minutes. Finally she commented, "You have done this more than once, haven't you? You have done a fairly nice job rolling your hair. The back is a little crooked but otherwise it looks very good." I was busted, I confessed saying that yes I had done this before and that I just wanted to see what different hairstyles would look like. I also said that since working there I have been giving some thought of maybe becoming a hairstylist after high school. We talked for almost an hour about what I had done, what I wanted to do and about my future. She said that if I was really interested, that after football season I could start working more hours in the salon as their receptionist and assistant. The pay would stay the same but I would be getting more hours. If I decided that I wanted to pursue a career in hairstyling that they could probably work out an apprenticeship. By now my hair was dry and Sarah started taking the rods out. She combed and teased my hair. When she was finished, she said that this would be close to what my hair would look like if I really got a perm. She turned me so I could look in the mirror. I couldn't believe it. My style was similar to what I had been wearing but, much curlier. I told Sarah that I wasn't sure I really liked it that curly. She told me that she thought curly hair would look good on me, but not that curly. "The reason I came down was that I noticed that your roots needed to be touched up and I was going to do it for you. So you have two choices to either wear your new hairstyle home to show your Mom and Janice or let me touch up your roots now. If you what much longer, everyone will start to see that you have highlights. Most women don't really mind, but I have found that most guys want to get theirs touched more often. Which do you want to do? Also in the future, use one of the mannequins to practice your hair styling on." "I guess we had better do my roots." With that, she told me to continue with my work. Before I finished, she sat me down in her chair and proceeded to put some straight color just on my roots. She explained that this was faster than doing highlights all over. And that I could get away doing this a couple of times before we had to do a full set of highlights again. When the color had finished processing, she washed and conditioned my hair. She told me to go back to her chair and she disappeared into the back room and returned with a cart full of hair curlers. She explained that she wanted to show me what my hair would look like with a little body. I started to protest, but then I thought why not. Before I knew it I was sitting under one of the dryers with my head full of 2" curlers. When I was finished drying, she removed all of my rollers. I sat there looking into the mirror with my head full of wonderful curls. She combed me out, straightening out my new curls. When she was finished, my hair looked a little fuller, had some waves in it and my ends were turned up a bit. I told her that I loved the way it looked. It was a little different than I was used to, but definitely not overly feminine looking. I thanked her as she left. I finished up and went home. I loved the way my hair felt light and bouncy. When I got home Mom and Janice both said, "Oh My God," started to laugh and then stopped and asked me what happened. Figuring that they it was about time, I spilled my guts and told them everything. Janice said, "I thought you were enjoying our little sessions more than you let on." She then said, "He looks so nice, I think he wants to lose the bet. Maybe we should put a dress and make-up on him now," and started to laugh. Mom said no and we all laughed, I knew she was just trying to get a rise out of me. We were into our 8th and final week of the football season and in first place in our league. The school wholeheartedly got behind the bet. Half of the students were rooting for me and half for Sam. The computer lab even PhotoShopped some pictures of Sam and me in cheerleader uniforms. While most agreed that Sam made one ugly girl, I had several come up to me and say I looked cute. Friday night were playing our arch rivals from Clark High. If we won the game, we would win our league. Sam and I had been going back and forth all season on who was scoring the most touchdowns. Coming into this game, Sam and I were tied with 5 touchdowns each. The Clark High Cougars were tougher than we had thought. There was less than 2 minutes left in the 4th quarter and we were down by 4 points. Neither Sam nor I had scored a touchdown yet. We had the ball on the Cougar's 40 yd line. The quarterback called the play. I was to be Sam's lead block while we swept around the right side. The play went as it was supposed to. The line opened a hole that we went through. Then I couldn't believe it, there was only one guy between Sam and either a really long gain or a touchdown. As I blocked the guy, giving Sam the opening, I started feeling mixed emotions. On one hand my ego said that I knew that I had probably just lost the bet. On the other hand I just lost the bet and would be spending the next week as a girl! Sure enough Sam ran for a touchdown and we ended up winning the game. On the side lines, Sam came over and said thanks for the block, but said a bet is a bet. To make it worse, the Coach came over and said that the local newspaper was going to cover the bet and me becoming a cheerleader. I tried to argue but it was useless. Megan was actually excited about me losing the bet. She immediately started making plans to feminize me. She said that she had a feeling that I would lose and she had been collecting me a wardrobe. Of course I feigned a case of jitters saying that I didn't know about this. She said that we would spend all day Saturday getting me ready. We went to a party after the game and I received all kinds of good natured ribbing. Saturday morning I called and talked to Sarah and told her I lost the bet. She laughed and said the whole town already knows. Sarah told to be at the salon at 5:00 and she would be more than happy to give me a makeover. Megan showed up at my house at 9:00 with a couple of bags full of clothes. Mom had to go into work but, made the comment that it would be nice to have another daughter around, even if was just for a week. So Megan and Janice started turning me into a girl. They handed me a bottle of hair remover, told me to apply it all over my body, except for my head. I did as I was told, let it sit for 10 minutes and then washed it off in the shower. I washed my hair I found myself getting excited. I got out and dried myself off. Janice gave me a pair of panties and a bra to put on. I knew that the feeling of putting the panties on would be fantastic but, this was different than when I was sneaking around wearing Mom or Janice's. I next put on the bra and I looked into the mirror. There stood what could have been a flat chested teenage girl, with the exception of the bulge in my panties. I couldn't believe it. I carefully tucked myself in and then I was flat. I walked back into my bedroom and Janice and Megan just stood there and looked at me. Janice was just making a comment about how I should have been born a girl, when Megan came over and gave me a big kiss. Both started to laugh saying, "I think he is going to like this." Megan pulled out a set of tan B cup silicon breasts that one of the other cheerleaders had had. She put them in my bra's cups. I looked in the mirror and it looked like I had real breasts. "Good it's a perfect fit. What I am going to do now, is to glue them to your skin." I started to protest when she said, "Don't worry we can remove them right after the bet is over, if you want to." What could I say? With that she took out the forms, slid my bra straps over my shoulders allowing the bra's cups to fall down, applied adhesive to both my chest and the back of the breast form. She waited a minute then, carefully lined up the first breast form and placed it on my chest. She immediately did the same thing with the other breast form. It was a weird sensation feeling the extra weight on my chest. I could feel that my center of gravity had just changed. With that she pulled my bra straps back up and the cups neatly fit over my new breasts. I instinctively turned and looked into the mirror. If I had had any doubts before, now I could see a cute teenage girl looking back at me. Janice asked, "What do you think"? All I could think of was that this is different. But, both Janice and Megan could see that I was enjoying looking at myself in the mirror. With that, Megan gave me another big kiss. Janice laughed saying, "Maybe I should leave you two girls alone for a while." We both turned beet red. But, we all knew that we liked me being like this. We spent the morning trying on clothes that Megan had brought over and some that Janice had. By lunch, I had a wardrobe that could have lasted me a month. We spent the rest of the afternoon with them teaching how to walk, talk and act. The only shoes that they had that fit me, was a pair of 2" pumps. This, of course, meant we were going shopping. I walked in the shoes like it was second nature to me. While I was really enjoying all of this attention, I couldn't help me think what I was getting myself into. Before I knew it, it was almost time to go and see Sarah. I started to put my guy clothes on and they wouldn't have any of that. They had me put on a pleated skirt and a white long sleeve blouse. Janice got out her curling iron and put a few curls in my hair. Megan put a little eye shadow and lip gloss on me. They had me look into a mirror and I was shocked. There looking back at me, was a cute teen age girl. We all got into Janice's car and headed off to Sarah's Salon. Sarah asked if I was ready for this and I said, without even having to think about it, yes. I took my blouse off and put on one of the salon's smocks. I sat in her chair and she said, "Let's look at you." Between Megan, Janice and Sarah, it was decided that she would wax my eyebrows, pierce my ears and give me a manicure, a pedicure and acrylic nails. Then she said that it was about time to redo my highlights. I didn't say anything, I knew they were in control and I just sat there. But, deep inside me, I was getting very excited. Sarah went into the back room. Megan whispered into my ear, "This is turning me on so much I can't believe it. I think you might be turning me into a lesbian." Sarah returned with 3 bowls of color that looked different that the ones she used the first time. She explained that the first time she went for a very subtle look. "Girls today like a little more of a dramatic look. So what I am going to do is to weave in two different colors and use a darker base to fill in between. I started to whine that I didn't know about this that it sounded like it was way too feminine and too dramatic. Of which, Sarah said that is what it is supposed to be and after the bet is over she could color me back to my original color. That if I wanted her to, what could I say? Just before she started foiling my hair, the door to the salon opened. It was Tom Wiggins from the local paper, the Coach, Sam and most of the football team and cheerleaders. They all came to give me support and to see if I would go through with this or not. It soon became crowded in there. Everyone knew that by blocking for Sam, that I probably knew I was going to lose the bet. But because of the block, and my sacrifice, we were able to win the game and the championship. They were there to support me and that almost made me cry. She started foiling my hair. While she was foiling my hair the photographer and several of my friends took pictures. Tom Wiggins left saying he would be back when I was finished. The Coach, Sam and most of the others got bored too and left saying they would see me in school. Some of the cheerleaders stuck around saying how brave I was to do this. While I was sitting there, the Cindy, the manicurist came over and started working on my nails. By the time Sarah had finished, I had 10 perfectly oval shaped nails with 3 coats of a pretty pink nail polish. Cindy then took me over to the "Queen's" chair and started to give me a pedicure while I processed. I sat there thinking; now I know why all of those women came in every week for a pedicure. It felt wonderful. When Cindy was finished, Sarah said it was time to take out my foils. Sarah took me over to the sink, removed all of my foils and washed and conditioned my hair. I always enjoyed the way she would wash my hair and massage my scalp. This time was no different; I was enjoying it very much. Sarah took me over to her chair and combed my hair saying what she had in mind is giving me body and some curls and waves. She said that she want to roll my hair in smaller rollers than she used the first time. What could I say? The cheerleaders started chanting "Go for it girl! Go for it girl! Go for it girl!" Before I knew it, she had me all rolled up, put me under the dryer and set the timer for 30 minutes, checking periodically to see how I was doing drying. The cheerleaders said they had to be going and left. While I was under the dryer, she brought out the wax pot and proceeded to wax my eyebrows. The first time she pulled off the piece of gauze, I almost came off the chair. I didn't realize that it would hurt so much. When the timer went off, Sarah checked rollers and said that my hair was dry. She carefully unrolled the rollers, but this time, she clipped each curl in place. When she finished, she sprayed my head with hair spray and put me back under the dryer for 5 minutes. I was sitting there when I heard the door open and saw Tom Wiggins come back in. Took a couple more pictures and said he would be back when I was finished. When I was finished drying, Sarah painstakingly combed out each curl, sprayed more hairspray, did a little back combing and finally said she was finished. I couldn't believe how anxious I was to see my new hairstyle, but she turned me so I couldn't see the mirror. "We are almost done." With that she brought out a piercing gun and before I knew it, I had a gold stud, with a small hoop, in each ear. I said, "Can I see how my hair turned out"? She laughed and said that I would have plenty of time to ogle myself in the mirror, that she had one thing left to do. With that she brought out her makeup kit and proceeded to give me an evening look. Finally, she removed my cape and turned me around. Janice and Megan were all giddy. There staring back at me was this very cute girl that looked older than her 17 years. Megan came over and gave me a big kiss, smudging my lipstick. Sarah gave me the lipstick she had used, saying that I would probably need this. Everyone laughed. Just as I was getting ready to leave, Tom Wiggins came back in took more pictures and said it would be in tomorrow morning's paper. When I got home, Mom said she loved the way I looked. She said that I looked better as a girl than I did as a boy and asked me how I felt. I honestly told her that this was a little over whelming but, that it had been kind of fun, especially the pedicure. Mom asked Megan what she thought about her boyfriend looking like this. Megan laughed saying, "I think she is so hot!" Everyone laughed. Mom said that we should celebrate and she would take us all out to dinner. We went to the nicest and busiest restraint in town. One of the things about living in a fairly small town is that everyone knows just about everyone. While we were trying to eat, people continually came up to us to give me "sympathy" for losing the bet. Then I kept getting comments like, "You are so brave for going through this. I can't believe how good you look. If I didn't know better I would think you are a girl. Are you sure you are just doing this because of the bet?" I responded by telling them thank you and that one thing that my uncle Todd taught me was if you are going to do something, do it right. So I am trying to look the best I can. Andy Warhol said, "Everyone one has their 15 minutes of fame." I guess this was mine. The rest of dinner went well. I was getting very comfortable in my new role until, I had to go to the bathroom. I asked Mom what should I do and she just smiled and said that the way I was dressed I should use the Women's restroom. Megan grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom and to a large stall; luckily we were the only ones in there. She told me to sit down and to direct my little cock back so I tinkled in the water. When I finished, she had me open the stall door and she came in. She gave me a panty liner to catch anything that might want to ooze out. Just as we left the stall two women came in and just smiled at us. I am not sure if they knew who I was or thought we were just being nice. We checked our make-up and returned to the table. Janice asked, "What were you doing in there?" I said that Megan was helping me with my makeup. When we got home, I kissed Megan good night and she went home. It had been a long day and even though it was only 10:00 I told Mom and Janice that I was going to bed. Janice came up to show me how to remove my makeup and moisturize my face. When we had finished, she started to leave. Without even thinking, I asked her, "Do you have something that I can wear to bed?" She just smiled and said, "Of course I do." She returned with a pair of silk pajamas saying, "These should fit you. I think I am going to like having a baby sister around, even though it is only for a week." With that, I undressed and put on my new pajamas thinking that I really liked the way these felt on me. I went to the bathroom, sitting of course. While I was brushing my teeth I looked into the mirror thinking how plain I looked without my makeup. Finishing up, I laid down on my bed and no sooner than my head hit the pillow, Megan was waking me up. "Come on get up we have lots of shopping to do." "What time is it?" "It's 9:00 and you only have less than an hour to get ready." I couldn't believe how soundly I slept. I did remember one dream that I had had. Megan and I were getting married and we both had a wedding dress on and I was pregnant. With that, I knew I was enjoying being a girl. Standing in the shower was a totally new experience for me. Even though I knew they weren't real, I could feel the warm drops of water excite and get my nipples hard. Soaping my now hairless body, even though there wasn't much there to begin with, was almost sensual. What surprised me the most was that while I was feeling this way I never got hard, which is something that almost never happened when I was taking a shower. When I finished I dried off and, almost instinctively, wrapped the towel around my chest and got out of the shower. I stopped and looked into the mirror, noting that while my hair hadn't got wet, it looked a mess from sleeping on it. I went into my bedroom and there laying on my bed was a bra, matching bikini panties, a new panty liner, panty hose, a blue denim skirt with front ties and a V-neck 3/4 sleeve, paisley printed blouse. Looking at these, I couldn't wait to get dressed. The only thing I wasn't sure about was the panty hose, which I decided to put on later. I quickly got dressed, looking into my mirror; I quickly fixed my hair the best I could, using just my fingers, and went to the kitchen. Mom, Janice and Megan were all sitting around the table looking at the paper. When Janice saw me she told me to come over and showed me the front page of the paper. There was a story about the bet and my transformation, along with several pictures. The article was very good and put me in the light of being the "victim," if they only knew. Mom fixed me some fruit and yogurt for breakfast and I finished reading the article while I was eating. When I finished eating, Janice and Megan said it was time for a make-up lesson. We went to Janice's bathroom and she got out an assortment of her cosmetics. She quickly put foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss on me. She told me to watch because next time I was going to have to do it myself. She then brushed out my hair and sprayed it place with hair spray. Megan then showed me how to put on the panty hose. She said it would help to keep my legs warm. We went back out to tell Mom we were going to the mall. She gave me $100 to spend. I tried to tell her that I didn't need that much money because this is only for a week. She smiled and said, "Something tells me that this might be for more than a week. Speaking of which, you might want to think of a girl's name to use when you are out." "What's wrong with Jamie? It can be used as both a boy's and a girl's name," I said. "Honestly honey, like this, you don't look like a Jamie. Is there another name you like"? I thought for a minutes and finally said, "What about Erin"? Mom smiled and said, "If you had been born a girl, that was the name I would have named you. Then Erin ... Erin McGee it is." Megan said, "Oh I almost forgot, the cheerleaders took up a collection from the football team and the student body for you Erin. I have almost $200 for you too. But, $100 of that has to go towards your cheerleader outfit. We can get that Monday after school." With that, Janice, Megan and I took off. I know Mom really wanted to come along but said we would have more fun if it was just ourselves. On the way there, we discussed what we were going to get. We decided that my first priority would to be to get some shoes then some more lingerie and finally my own makeup. We went from shoe store to shoe store not really sure what we were looking for. It seemed like the only ones that we all liked and fit me were very expensive. After a couple of hours though, I had purchased a pair of shoes for cheerleading practice, a pair of black flats and a pair of tan pumps with 2" heels. All of the shoes I bought were on sale and I only spend $80 for all 3 pairs. Next we headed to Victoria's Secret. One of the sales girls, Mindy, came up to us and asked, "Is there anything I can help you girls with?" She then looked at me and asked, "Do I know you?" I honestly told her that I didn't know her. "Well maybe you just have one of those faces." Janice said, "My sister Erin has just gone through a growth spurt and needs to be remeasured for some new bras and panties." Mindy took a tape and quickly measured me and told me I needed a 34B bra and a size medium in panties. "Are you thinking of anything in particular?" Before Janice or Megan could come to my defense I said, "I would like matching sets of a bra and bikini panties and a bra and a maybe thong. What would you recommend?" "I'll be right back." Janice and Megan just stood there in amazement. I was so into being Erin that everything I did or said was something that would be expect out of a 17 year old girl. I didn't even have to think what to say, it came so naturally for me. Mindy returned carrying several sets of bras and panties. She said that I could try on the bras but not the panties. I took them to the dressing room. The first one I tried on was an Ivory classic full coverage bra. It fit like a glove. I had Janice and Megan come in to get their opinions. They both liked it saying that it did a great job hiding the fact that I was wearing silicon breasts. I put my top back on and went out to look in the mirror. My breasts looked rounder and fuller than with my "old" bra. Mindy came in and asked me how I liked it? I told her that I loved the bra. She smiled then you could see a light bulb go off in her head. "Now I know where I have seen you. Aren't you the guy who lost the football bet and has to spend the week as a girl and a cheerleader?" I was busted. I told her about the collection that the school had taken up so I could buy some clothes and such to wear. "Erin, don't worry. Honestly I wouldn't have guessed in a 100 years that you were a boy if I hadn't seen this morning's paper. You do look fabulous!" "Thank you very much Mindy. I hope you understand that this is just for the week and afterwards I go back to being Jamie." Mindy laughed, "We'll see if that happens." This was the 2nd time I had heard this today. Do people know something I don't? All I knew was that I was having the time of my life, a dream come true. I picked out 3 bras with matching bikini panties and/or thongs. Victoria Secret's was having a big sale. Everything I had bought was 25% off and for every bra and panty set I bought, I could purchase another item for 50% off. We started going through the store and the first thing that caught my eye was a white bra top no show-through camisole. I asked Megan and Janice for their opinions and they both thought it would look cute on me. We must have spent another hour in there, looking at different items and trying things on. We were over looking at the pants when Mindy came back over. She told me I should look at some particular pants. They were called Hipsters and they had spandex in them that in my situation, they would help hide things I didn't want to show. It took me a second to register what she had said. I hadn't thought about Jamie all morning. She continued that it would also help to enhance my derriere and suggested that I try on a pair of light denim pants. I asked her about white pants and she said they were for summer and not the fall. As I was taking them into the dressing room, Mindy suggested that I try them on wearing one of my new thongs. She handed one of my bra and thong sets. While I was changing I could hear Megan, Janice and Mindy talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The pants fit me like a dream and just by doing a little tucking I had no bulge. Also, having the thong on made me feel so sexy. The only problem with the jeans was that they drug on the floor. Mindy said no problem and took me to the shoe section. She measured my feet, went in back and returned with a pair of black t-strap sandals with 4 1/4" heels. She put them on my feet and told me to walk around. I stood up and like the first time I put on heels yesterday, I had no problem walking in them. I looked in the mirror and the pant legs were now a couple of inches off the carpet. This gave me the illusion of being taller and having long legs. Megan came over saying, "You are always surprising me. As soon as I think you could get any sexier, you do. Looking like that most guys would immediately fall in lust with you and so would many women." That was all I needed to hear I bought everything and wore my new pants and shoes out of the store. The bill came to almost $100. Janice commented that I only had $20 left to finish my shopping. I gave her a sheepish grin saying I brought some of my own money and I would like to find at least another pair of pants. Both Janice and Megan laughed saying that they thought they now have a new shopper to go with them. We went to the food court to get some lunch. As we were sitting and eating, Janice asked me I how I felt about all of this. "To be honest, I love every minute of this. It's hard to explain but I am actually feeling much more comfortable like this than I ever was as Jamie. While I didn't intentionally throw the bet, I am so glad I lost. These last two days has me thinking if I want to do more of this." Janice said, "We have been watching you and even Mindy made the comment that you act so much like a girl. The way you act, is like most any girl your age would act. If I didn't know you were my brother, I would think you were a normal 17 year old girl. I think I am going to miss not having Erin around." "I'll second that," commented Megan. We talked through lunch and they both told me that whenever I wanted to be Erin, they would fully support and help me. Janice loved having a "baby" sister and Megan liked having a "special" girlfriend. I knew I had some serious thinking to do this week. After lunch we went to a couple of other stores and then to Penney's. I found two pairs of jeans, a cute pair of deep blue Boot cut Jeans and a pair of navy Classic Jeans. Of course these jeans screamed that I needed some boots to go with them. We went over to the shoe department looking at several pairs of boots before deciding on a pair of black leather boots with 3" heels. As we were leaving, Megan got a devilish look on her face and dragged me over to the Lingerie Department. She said, "With all of those jeans, you need some curves and need to hide your ?little friend'." With that she took me over to the foundations section and started looking at the shapers. Finally she said, "This is what I was looking for." She handed me what looked like a panty girdle but, had the sides and butt padded. I tried it on with one of my new jeans and loved my new look. My padded hips and butt helped give me the illusion of having a slimmer waist. I ended up buying a pair of the briefs. Janice and Megan both laughed saying, "We need to get this girl out of here before she buys out the store and we still haven't got her any makeup yet." I had spent all of the money that Megan and Mom had given me. Luckily, I had brought my own money so I could pay for the items I picked out. We headed over to Macy's and the MAC cosmetics counter. I went up to the girl, Liz, which was working there and told her that I just got paid and that I wanted to try some "good" cosmetics. Both Janice and Megan stood in amazement at my forwardness. Liz had me sit down and removed my makeup. She then applied an oil control lotion moisturizer to face, then applied a primer which she explained, is a pre-makeup conditioner for your skin and is worn under your foundation to provide hydration, and even out your skin tones. She then checked a couple of different foundations before settling on the Mineralized Satin Finish SPF15 Foundation in natural medium shade. She explained that, "This is a fluid foundation that blends the natural light-reflecting properties of micro-minerals with a smooth satin finish. This will help make your skin appear, radiant, healthy and provide an everyday broad spectrum SPF 15 sun protection. You will need some powder. I recommend our Mineralized Skin Finish Natural Powder. It works well with the foundation I put on you and will give you a natural- matte finish. Use it to set and fix foundation or for a touch-up throughout the day." Liz was on a roll and I was enjoying all of the attention. Janice and Megan just smiled as they watched. Liz said, "What I want to achieve is a natural yet glamorous look. What I am going to do is to fill in your brows with our Brun Eye Shadow and then apply the Shroom Eye Shadow all over your eyelids and brow bones. We will create more definition in your eye lids crease with our Malt Eye Shadow and then shape your eyes by lining the whole eye with a thin line of black eye liner and fanning slightly upwards at the outer corner of each eye. I will finish off your eyes with two coats of Coal Black Pro Lash mascara." "That sounds great," was all I could think of. A week ago I could have never dreamt that this would be happening. Now that it was I was having the time of my life. Liz proceeded do my eyes, after which applied a light dusting of Mocha Powder Blush all over my cheeks. She then said, "I want to glam your look up a bit by layering different lip colors." She lined and filled in my lips with a cr?me stick liner, applied lipstick and completed the look with a tinted lip gloss. She finally let me look in the mirror and I was stunned. With all of the makeup she put on me, it didn't look like I was wearing any. But, my skin looked more finished and polished and my eyes "popped out" and were definitely my best feature. At this point, Megan, Janice and I all knew that Liz could probably sell me anything she wanted to. She added up all of the products she used, and of course the brushes I would need, and it came to almost $250. But, she said that she give me a 20% discount and give me 2 cases for my makeup, one for my purse and one for home. I hadn't realized now expensive makeup was, much less the good stuff. I looked to Megan and Janice for guidance. They both smiled and told me to go for it. I took my money out of my purse and paid for everything. As we were walking out, Janice kidded me by saying, "Well if it turns out you won't be using your makeup, I'll take it off your hands." We all laughed and decided it was time to get home before I got myself into anymore "trouble." When we got home I couldn't wait to show Mom all I had bought. She was a little more than surprised when she saw everything. She asked why I had bought so many things for what was only going to be a week's "adventure." I told her that I just got carried away, with encouragement from Janice and Megan, and that I was enjoying being Erin so much that I forgot that I am actually Jamie. "Do we need to talk about this? Even though you are a jock football player, I can't say that I am totally surprised. I know about your and Janice's little games and more than once I have noticed that my clothes and my other things were out of place. I just want you to know that you are my child and I love you very much. Anything you decide I will support you and, I think Janice and Megan will too." I was so overwhelmed by what Mom had said that I started to cry. Mom, Janice and Megan all gave me a big hug. I felt like I was the luckiest person in the world. We sat and talked for almost an hour. I confessed, to them, that I had the overwhelming urge to dress when I was alone. How it started watching Mom do Janice's hair, Then Janice "forcing" me to sit down while she put rollers in my hair and finally me trying on Mom and Janice's clothes. So when I was alone, I would get "dressed up" and even tried my hand at makeup. So when the bet came about, I was really torn. On one hand, my ego wanted me to win the bet so bad and see Sam in a dress. On the other hand I wanted to lose the bet so I was the one getting to wear a dress and believe it or not I didn't throw the block just so I could lose the bet. With that we all laughed. I told them that this was completely different for me. I didn't know if it was the thrill I got from doing something that was forbidden or the possibility of getting caught but, I always got sexually aroused. But this is different. Because of the bet, me dressing like this was accepted or at least tolerated. So I have been able to relax and it has begun to feel so natural to me. It hasn't even been quite 2 days and, when we were shopping, I completely forgot about Jamie and I was Erin. Being Erin seemed so natural and I felt so comfortable. I am not sure how I was going to feel by the end of the week. Again, Mom said that while she loved having me as her son, she would equally love me as her daughter. These sentiments were also echoed by Megan and Janice. I started to cry again as did Mom, Janice and Megan. We had just got our composure back when the telephone rang. Janice answered it and told me it was for me. "Is this Jamie McCoy?" "Yes it is," having to think for a second. "Hi Jamie, my name is Beth O'Connell I am one of the producers for the Today Show. I just read the story of your bet and thought it might make an interesting human interest piece for tomorrow morning's show, if you were interested." "You are in New York, aren't you? How did you get a copy of the paper?" "Yes we are out of New York and the Associated Press picked-up the story and ran it all across the country. If you were interested, it would be a 5 minute interview with Matt and Katie. How far is it to your closest NBC station?" "About an hour I guess." "Do you think you might be interested?" "I might be." Mom, Janice and Megan were listening to my side of the conversation and wanted to know what was going on. I said they want me to come on the Today Show tomorrow. They all squealed with delight. "Good, what we would like is to have you, your family and your friend Sam. We would send a limo for you, take you to the station, do the interview via satellite, take you home and we will pay each of you a small stipend of $200. The interview will be at 6:00 your time. So the limo will pick up at 4:00. That will give you plenty of time to get to the station, get your hair and makeup done, for us to get some background and for you to relax a bit before the interview start. So Jamie, are you interested?" I couldn't say yes fast enough. I did tell her that I would have to talk it over with Mom and Janice and give Sam a call and would it be alright to bring my girlfriend Megan along too? Beth said that yes Megan could come along and she gave me her phone number and told me I had to make a decision with-in the hour. I told her that I would call her right back. As soon as I hung up they wanted to know all of the details. They all thought it would be fun. I called Sam and he wasn't home. I tried Sandi's and found him there. I told him what was happening and he said he would love to go on the show too. I called Beth back and told her we would love to go to the interview. She got some background on me, my family, Sam and the bet, of course. Since I was under 18 she asked to speak with Mom. They spoke for a few minutes and Mom hung up, saying that she had to sign the contract for me and that Beth wanted her to get two, Power of Attorneys so she could get signed one for both Sam and Megan. We talked for another hour. We decided that if I wanted to continue being Erin after this week Mom would do anything it took to help me and Janice and Megan would fully support me. I felt so lucky. I had done some research, on this, on the internet and was surprised at the number of other people out there like me. Also, I was surprised by the number of these people which said that their friends and family completely shunned them. At this point I was thinking Jamie who? I could feel Erin to start to completely take over my persona. All I knew was that, I was very happy. It was getting late in the afternoon and I had to get to work at Sarah's. Megan offered to come along and help me. Since I had just done a "quickie" cleanup Friday night the salon, by my standards, it was a total mess. I knew I would be there for at least 4 hours. Megan said that she would do anything I wanted her to, to help speed things up. She asked where I usually started. I confessed that I usually started by washing my hair and putting rollers in it. Megan smiled, "Come over to my sink young lady." I got a cape, towel, rollers and setting lotion and went to the sink. Megan proceeded to wash and conditioned my hair for me. We went to one of the chairs and she quickly wrapped my hair in rollers like Sarah had done yesterday. "Now it is my turn." With that I washed, conditioned and wrapped her hair too. Even with the time we took to do each other's hair, we were finished cleaning in a little over two hours. We combed out each other's hair and decided to stop and pick-up a pizza for dinner. I called Mom to see if she and Janice wanted to eat with us. They said yes and that she had called Sam to see if he wanted to spend the night since we had to leave so early in the morning. He had said yes and Sandi was going to spend the evening with us too. She had also called Megan's Mom, Dianna, to see if Megan could spend the night too. Dianna said yes and was going to bring a change of clothes for Megan. So we decided that we needed 2 of the extra large pizzas. I called ahead, locked up and we took off to get the pizza. When we got there, they were very busy. I went to the counter and the guy working there apologized saying that it would be another 10 minutes or so before our pizza was ready. He offered us a couple of Pepsis to drink while we waited. While we waited, a several kids from school came up to us. Their reaction was one of astonishment and their responses were something like. "Is that you Jamie? Boy you went all out losing this bet, if I hadn't known it was you I would have thought that you were one hot chick I wanted to get to know. You look fabulous," and so on. Every time I heard something like that, I started to blush. Megan went on to tease me all evening about how she was jealous that I was attracting more guys than she was. While being with another guy was the furthest thing from my mind, I had to admit that the attention was very flattering. I knew that tomorrow at school was going to be very interesting. Finally the pizzas were ready, I paid for them and we headed home. As we entered the house, the reaction was pretty much the same I had received for the last two days. Comments about how good I looked that maybe I was going completely overboard. Even Sam, who I have been best friends with since the 1st grade, had to get his little comments in. Even though I knew it was all in good nature fun, in some ways it kind of bothered me. I knew they were right and this was more than this just for the bet. I was completely out of control while we were shopping today. I knew that the last two days, in some ways had been overwhelming for me. While I was completely enjoying myself, I couldn't help to realize that this might not last forever. The thought started to depress me. Then I started thinking, why couldn't this be forever? In the last two days I had grown closer to Mom and Janice than I ever had been as Jamie. And, I could feel my relationship with Megan gravitating towards that of girlfriends. After we finished eating, Sam took Sandi home and Dianna said that she wanted to talk with us. She said, "I have been observing you Jamie for the last hour while we ate." I had known that she was some sort of Doctor, but what I didn't realize was that she had just finished up her certification in Psychiatry and had worked on Gender Disorders as her concentration. "Jamie, I have been watching you over the last year and tonight and with what Megan has told me about you I would like to make a couple of comments. You are acting and reacting like I would expect of most any girl your age. It is clear, to me, that that you have almost completely adopted and accepted the feminine role. I must say that when I first saw you I was somewhat shocked. Most guys would have just done what they had to, to pay off the bet. But, I can tell that you have completely embraced this. I see almost none of the Jamie that I have grown to know and love. Have you adopted a feminine name yet?" "Yes, it is Erin." "What a pretty name for a very pretty girl. Have you given any thought what you want to do after Saturday night?" "I guess I'll have to go back to being Jamie." "Somehow I don't think so. I think that after this week is over, you are going to find it will become harder and harder to be content "just" being Jamie. I can see it already. The way you are dressing, wearing your hair, gesturing with your hands and your body language all exude the feelings that you are a girl. No I suspect that once Sunday morning comes around, you are going to go into a depression." We all sat there a little stunned. Thinking back, everything she said had certainly been in the back of my mind and probably in the back of everyone else's mind too. "I have worked with transgender people before and if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. Call me anytime if you want to talk." It was like the dam just burst. We were all talking, almost at once, asking Dianna questions about what I was going through. Her suggestion was to do some serious soul searching this week and after the bet is over see how I felt. If I was still feeling this way then she could start counseling sessions and we could progress from there. With that, Dianna said that she had to be going. Just as she was leaving, Sam returned. She talked with him for a moment then left. I asked him what she had said. He pulled me outside and said that, "She said that at this time, I needed all of the support that my friends and family could give me. Tell me that this is just about the bet? We have been friends since we were 6 and you know I would do anything for you. But, to be honest, seeing you like this has me concerned. Watching and talking to you, I don't see any of my old friend, Jamie. You are like some person that I don't know. I need to know if when this week is over will I get my friend Jamie back or will I have to make friends with this new persona." "To be honest with you Sam, I don't know. I never told you, but I had these feelings as far back as I can remember. I had thought they pretty much had gone away. But, these last two days have brought them back to the surface. From the time Janice and Megan had me put on the first bra and panty set I knew that it would change me. While we were shopping today, I completely forgot about Jamie. I was Erin and really enjoyed it. What is going to happen I don't know? But, I don't think we have seen the last of Erin. Sam, you are my best friend. Will this affect our friendship? "Of course not, Please, just don't expect me to kiss you." We both laughed and went back in to join Mom, Janice and Megan. We talked for a little bit and dec