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RAISED AS A GIRL BY JANICE Up until the time he started school at age five, Kyle was raised as a girl, that is, his mother treated him as if he was a girl. She dressed him in pretty dresses and bought him nothing but girl's toys, dolls, tea sets and such. Her sister who had a daughter of her own helped her in this deception. As Kyle and Jenny, his cousin, grew up together they became the closest of friends and considered themselves as sisters. Like any girls their age they played together and wore each other's clothes. He hardly ever wore pants and when he did they were strictly girl's pants. Neither Kyle nor Jenny really knew the difference between boys and girls or even that there was a difference. As far as they were concerned, girls wore pretty dresses and played with dolls, and boys wore drab, plane, and ugly clothes and played with trucks and other dirty toys and had kooties. Kyle's mother, Diane, and Jennie's Mother, Donna, loved taking their little girls shopping for dresses at the mall. The girls seemed to enjoy trying on all the pretty clothes. Although he was being raised as a girl he was never given a girl's name, everyone called him Kitten. She started weaning him off dresses about a month before school started. It was hard and they had quite a few screaming sessions. He could not understand why he could not wear his dresses to school and Jenny could. His last day as a girl he wore his favorite dress. His mother woke him up and helped him out of his Barbie nightgown. He sat naked on his bed. She put pink panties and a pair of white stretch tights on him. His dress was one of his prettiest and he wore it a lot. It was yellow with ruffles all over the full skirt. The top was solid yellow with a Peter Pan collar and short puff sleeves that were trimmed with lace. It had a wide silk belt that tied in back with a big bow. The skirt was very short, just below his hips, as were most of his dresses. This was the average length for most five-year old girl's dresses. She brushed his long blond hair into a ponytail and held it in back of his head with a yellow ribbon. She knew she would have to have it cut for the first time in his life. She knew she was going to cry when he had it done, she was almost in tears now just thinking about it. Because it was to be his last day she put a bit of pink lipstick in his lips, something she only did on special occasions. All of a sudden he started crying. "I don't want to be a boy. Boys are icky and have cooties. Why do I have to be a boy?" He clung to his mother. "I'm sorry honey but you have to. You know you are a boy. You can't be a girl anymore. Now come on, let's go play with Jenny, she has a new doll and maybe she will let you play with it." Playing with jenny, he soon forgot his problems. His mother took them all out to supper. He changed into one of Jenny's dress to go to the restaurant. After a fight in the morning she got him into a white tee shirt and a pair of genes, which she had bought for the occasion, she had done some shopping and got him some boy's clothes. The fight was because they were boy's clothes, no cute animals, no ribbons, and no lace. She was not looking forward to later when she had to take him to get his hair cut. She sent him to play with Jenny; they lived next to each other, so that she could pack away his dresses and make his room more suitable for a boy. She packed his dresses with tears in her eyes. It took her a long time because each dress brought memories of how cute he looked in them. She finally got everything packed in boxes and stored in the basement. Needless to say, he was not a happy camper when he saw his new room. She did let him wear a denim skirt and a "Power Puff Girls" tee shirt when she took him to get his hair cut. She did not get it cut too short. She heard that she could get a wig made from his hair and arraigned for it for a memento. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be and by the first day of school she had no trouble with him going as the boy he really was. Kyle accepted the fact that he was not going to be wearing dresses to school although he could not understand why he had to be a boy when he had been a girl all his life and he was happy. He and Jenny were in the same class and for the first week or so they were inseparable. Then they started making other friends. Kyle, at first would have nothing to do with the other boys, who he considered icky. His teacher kept pushing him to play with boys and soon he was playing with boys as well as girls. He did associate with girls more than boys but the teacher was satisfied. Kyle's mother worked now that he was in school and didn't get home until about five o'clock, school got out at three. Donna, Jenny's mother, watched him until his mother got home. The first few days all Kyle did was to mope around the house. She saw nothing wrong with letting him play with Jenny and her dolls, at least he was happy but kept asking why he could not wear one of Jenny's dresses when they played. She soon relented and let him but he had to change before his mother came home from work. She did not know what Diane would say if she saw Kyle in a dress. When they came home from school that day Donna gave them their play clothes when they went to Jenny's room to change; they always changed together. When Kyle saw that Donna did not give him his usual genes and tee shirt but a pink pleated skirt and a white tank top he was ecstatic. He took off his clothes and asked Jenny for a pair of her panties. Both of them were so happy that he could be himself again that they kissed each other. They played until it was almost time for him to change back to his boy clothes, he did leave Jennies panties on. Each day after that he was allowed, by Donna, to use Jenny's dress and her other clothes. He was warned not to tell his mother. Several weeks after school started Diane received a package in the mail. It was the wig she had made from his hair. It was beautiful. She wanted to see how it looked on him but put it away so as to not bring back old memories and allow him to be "Kitten" again. It was the end of October, near Halloween. Diane and Kyle were looking for Halloween costumes. She kept looking for monster costumes or super hero ones. Kyle kept looking at a Princess Gown. She knew it would look lovely on him. "What the hell..." She thought, "He has been good and deserves a break...and it is Halloween." She bought it for him. Halloween was that Saturday. Saturday afternoon they were at Kyle's. Jenny showed Kyle her costume, a witch. She asked Kyle what he was going to wear trick or treating. "It is a surprise." Kyle said. Donna showed her the costume. "I think you girls could get into your costumes now. Do you want to?" They both squealed yes and took their costumes to Kyle's room to change. Diane gave him a pair of white stretch tights and a pair of panties to wear under his costume. He put them on. Jenny helped him into his gown. She helped pull it over his head and zippered it in back. He put on the 1" heel shoes that came with the costume. Holding the hem of his dress up, he ran out to show his mother how he looked. "You are so beautiful; I've almost forgotten how beautiful you are." She told him and gave him a big hug. The costume came with a diamond tiara. She put the tiara on his shoulder length hair, looked him over and said, "There is just one more thing." She took the wig from the box and brushed it out. His eyes lit up again as she put in on, after removing the tiara, and brushed it again. While all this was happening Jenny stood by watching, she was happy to have her cousin / girlfriend back. Jenny wore witch make up so Kyle asked if he could wear some too. Donna put some blue eye shadow and pink lipstick on him. He looked so beautiful. It had been two months since Diane had seen her little girl and knew that it would not be another two months before she saw her again. They took the girls trick or treating. While walking the streets they met a couple of girls in their class who recognized Jenny and thought Kyle looked familiar. Diane passed him off as Sandy, Kyle's sister who went to a different school. The other girls wanted to hook up with Jenny and Kyle/Sandy but they were ready to quit for the night, they had two big bags. Back at the house the girls were busy checking out their goodies, Diane and Donna sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. "I was so thrilled to see my little girl again." Diane said. "I would love to have her back again." "Why don't you? I'm sure he would be happier, I think you would be." "I know I would be." "I have to tell you something, Diane. I have been letting him get dressed after school. I could not stand to see him so sad. Don't be mad." "I'm not mad. I guess you thought you were doing the right thing. I miss her too; I will get his things out of the cellar." When Kyle found out that he could start wearing his real clothes again he was ecstatic. He borrowed a nighty from Jenny to sleep in that night. In the morning his mother had a short set ready for him. She had gotten his feminine underwear and some of his girl's things from the cellar last night. She gave him a pair of red shorts with a picture of a stork on the right leg and a white tee shirt with red trim at the armholes and neck. His hair was long enough that she could put it up in a ponytail. He was told that he had to wear his boy's clothes to school, and to never, ever, tell any one that he was really a girl. (All concerned looked at him as a girl who was pretending to be a boy.) If he ever did, he would not be allowed to wear a dress for at least a week. Things started getting difficult when Jenny started making friends with some of the girls at school. She would have them over to her house to play and seeing as how she and Kyle, who was now called Sandy, were always together he had to wear his long wig when ever any of the girls came over to play. As far as the kids knew, Sandy and Kyle were two different people; the wig did a good job of that. Sandy did not always wear dresses, no girl did, he wore what other girls did, short sets and such. When Sandy would meet the girls at Jenny's they would kiss each other hello. Donna would see this and wonder how they would react if they knew they were kissing a "Yucky" boy. Sandy always thought boys were yucky, which is one reason he did not want to be one. Jenny had one friend that she played with more than the others. Her name was Vera, Sandy liked her too. It would be mostly the three girls, Sandy, Jenny and Vera playing together at Jenny's house, or Vera's. Vera's mother liked Sandy and Jenny. She met them when they played at Vera's house. She also met Diane and Donna and had seen Kyle at school. About a week before Thanksgiving she invited all for Thanksgiving at her house. "Kyle is invited too, Vera likes him." It took Diane a few seconds to get out of this, "Thank you but he will be spending the holiday with his father. He looks forward to it every year." The four of them went clothes shopping for new clothes for thanksgiving. The girls loved to go clothes shopping. They picked out matching outfits; Burgundy colored pinafores with white turtlenecks under it. They looked so cute in them. They wanted to look like sisters, they thought of each other as sisters more than as cousins. When they arrived at Vera's they kissed each other and went to Vera's room to play with her dolls. Thanksgiving dinner was fun, the girls had to wear aprons to keep their dresses from getting soiled. Driving home they fell asleep in each others arms. They woke up long enough to get into their nightgowns and go to bed. It is seven years later: there have been many changes. There is no more Kyle. Five years ago Diane got a friend who was a computer hacker to get into the system and replace all of Kyle's records with Sandy's. It was just a matter of changing the name and a few other minor things. There was a reason for this. She and Donna decided to buy a house out of state. To make things easier for Kyle and themselves they decided that Kyle would cease to exist. Things were getting to hairy with Kyle trying to be two people and the fact that he was happier as Sandy they let him be Sandy only, they too were happier with Sandy. The fact that both Diane and Donna had such problems with men in their lives made them hate men; both husbands left them when they became pregnant, that they hated men. They had no problem denying that there was a male in the house; that was the principal reason for raising a daughter rather than a son. They bought the house as two divorced mothers and their daughters. The house had three bedrooms. The women each had their own and the girls shared the other. Sandy and Jenny were both twelve years old. They were beginning to develop, Jenny naturally, and Sandy from hormones provided by his pediatrician. He could feel a slight tingling in his chest from time to time as his breasts began to develop, his hips were also beginning to fill out a little. His penis was also growing so he had to wear a spandex panty brief when he wore tight pants or shorts. This would be fixed as the female hormones took effect. One day he was helping his mother in the kitchen, he was wearing a tight tee shirt, it was light blue. His mother looked at his chest. She walked over to him and pushed his chest with her finger, "It looks like we will have to get you a bra there sweetie, you are starting to get a bit busty." "This is so cool, Jenny isn't this big yet. Can we go tomorrow?" He started walking around the house with his chest sticking out. In his room that night he compared his breasts with Jennies. They stood bare breasted in front of the mirror comparing breasts. His were definitely bigger. Jenny seemed a bit jealous but she knew that it would not be long before hers were as big, or even bigger, because hers were natural and not the result of hormones. Sandy looked between his legs as they undressed to get into their gowns for bed. "I can't wait until I'm old enough to get this thing cut off. My mommy says when I'm eighteen." He thought holding it in his hand. Jenny saw what he was doing and reached over and took hold of it. "At least I don't have this to worry about." She said. As she held it Sandy felt something he never felt before, he felt it twitch. Jenny must have felt something too because she started playing with it, it got sort of hard: she dropped it and they both stood there looking at it. It looked odd, it was throbbing. They never saw it do that before. Jenny remembered things she had read and heard from the school grapevine, so did Sandy. Between them both they figured out what was happening. They played with it a bit more before going to bed. They, Sandy, Jenny and Diane went shopping for brassieres. As long as Sandy was getting some they thought they might as well get some for Jenny too. Trying them on in the shop dressing room they both giggled and laughed, teasing each other. Sandy felt bad that he was the one who needed the bra while Jenny; the real girl didn't, yet. They each got a half dozen training bras and panty sets. They each wore a bra home; they felt so grown up. Even though she did not really need one yet, Jenny wore one from that day on. In about a month she did need one. The school they attended was having a dance, not a prom but an end of school dance. The graduating class, of which Sandy and Jenny were students, would be going on to high school at the end of summer. This might be the last time some of them would be seeing each other. Sandy and Jenny were asked to go to the dance by two of the boys in their class. Henry had been watching Sandy for some time now and liked what he saw, especially since she started developing. Sandy did not know if he wanted to go with Henry or not, his mother kept telling him how bad boys were and how all they wanted to do with girls was to hurt them. Sandy liked Henry and thought about eating lunch with him a few times but Jenny didn't want to; like most pre- teen girls they stuck together, then, Hal asked Jenny to the dance. Both girls accepted and started having lunch with the boys. They told their mothers that boys asked them out. Diane was a bit hesitant about Sandy going out with a boy because he was too young to be dating, and because of her hatred for men. The fact that Sandy was a boy really never entered into it. All four people that were part of his life accepted him as Sandy and never considered the fact that he was a boy, even in their bedroom when Sandy and Jenny played with his thing. "You are too young to be going out with boys." Diane said. What she really meant was, "No matter how you were brought up, you are still a boy." Jenny said that if her "sister" could not go, she would not go. That worked. Their mothers said o.k. Sandy and Jenny brought the boy's home from school one day so their mothers could meet them. This was Diane and Donna's idea. They wanted to meet the boys who were taking their girls out. Sandy, Henry, Jenny and Hal met outside of school and walked to the girl's house together. The boys took the girls hands as they walked. Sandy and Jenny looked at each other and smiled, this was the first time a boy had ever touched either of them. The mothers O.K.'d the boys and agreed to let them take their girls out. They walked the boys to the corner where the boys nervously kissed his "girl" on the lips, just a clumsy peck, but a kiss none the less. It was the first for any of them. Hal and Henry turned and started walking home, "See you in school tomorrow." They said over their shoulders. Sandy and Jenny screeched and jumped up and down hugging each other. Hand in hand they hurried back home. In their room Jenny asked Sandy, "Are you going to tell your mother he kissed you? I'm not telling mine." "If your not telling, I'm not. Did you like it?" "I don't know. I was too scared." "Me too." At school the next day they met Henry and Hal in the schoolyard. They nervously kissed each other hello and stood holding hands until school started. They met at lunch and walked home after school, hand in hand. The rest of the week went pretty much the same. The weekend before the dance they went to get their dresses. They saw the ones they wanted in a teen magazine and took the book with them. The boutique was filled with girls from the school buying their dresses also. Sandy and Jenny knew most of them; they were in the same class. Jenny found her dress first and was waiting for Sandy to find his. They wore tank tops and shorts to make getting in and out of dresses easier. It was finally their turn in the dressing room. They took off their tank tops and put on the dresses. Sandy's was a pink dress with a low neck and came to a bit below his knees and had what they call a handkerchief hem. It fit snugly at his hips and waist and was snug enough to show his breasts. Jenny's was light blue; it had a 'v' neck and straps and was a bit shorter than Sandy's. They were shopping with their mothers. Diane and Donna knew what to shop for. They went to a shoe store for the girl's first pair of high heels. "Now," Said Diane, "We are going to get you young ladies some real cosmetics. Would you like that?" This was a surprise for the girls; usually they just wore lipstick and some times a little eyeshadow. They took so long to pick out what they wanted that Diane and Donna just got a teen starter kit. The ride home was spent with the girls checking and rechecking their cosmetics. They hung their dresses in the closet; they put their cosmetics neatly on the dressers and changed from the shorts and tops they wore to the mall. While in their panties and bras they started poking each other, this usually ended up in a tickle fight, as it did this time. Sandy had Jenny on the bed and was holding her down by lying on top of her. "Uh oh." He said and got off her. "Something's happening." "What? Where?" Jenny asked. She looked at Sandy. She saw immediately that Sandy had an erection. They knew what it was from before, and started playing with it until it spat at them. Jenny got some toilet paper from the bathroom to wipe off their hands. They took a shower together and put on their nighties before going downstairs to watch t.v. with their mothers. The morning of the dance one would be hard pressed to tell who was more excited, the girls or the mothers. Sitting in their room waiting for the time to pass. Jenny suddenly asked, "Sandy, Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you were brought up as a boy?" "Never. I don't think I could take being a boy. I love being a girl. Boys are so yucky; at least they used to be. Remember when we were little girls and I had to pretend to be a boy? I hated that. I was so happy when I was allowed to be a girl again. Why do you ask?" "I sometimes wonder how I would like it if I was a boy. Sometimes, but not always." "You don't want to be a boy. We are pretty girls, and we have two great looking guys who want to be our boyfriends. What more can a girl want? I can't wait till I am eight teen, which is when my mother says I can get this thing cut off. I don't know why I have to wait. Sometimes I feel like taking a knife and cutting it off myself." Sandy said pointing to between his legs. "I don't know why either, but in the meantime...let's have some fun with it." Jenny said and squeezed it through his shorts. "Let's make it easy." Sandy said and took off his shorts and panties. He lay on his bed spread eagle with his hands behind his head. Jenny started touching it gently at first, it started to react. She kept rubbing the tip with the tips of her fingers, it got real hard. "This is so cute." She said and bent over and kissed it. It started throbbing. She kissed it again, then started licking it. Soon she had the entire tip in her mouth and was licking it like it was a lollypop. It "spit" in her mouth. "This taste good" she said rubbing it around the inside of her mouth with her tongue. She put her mouth over Sandy's and forced it into his mouth. This was their first French kiss. They tried kissing like that again and loved it. Jenny was crawling all over Sandy like they had done before, and, like before, it became hard again. Sandy pushed her off, "Stop...it is starting to hurt. Leave it alone." Jenny got off and lay next to him. They both were breathing hard. "Do you know what Sandy? I think we just French kissed. That is the way it says in the book. Want to do it again? I just can't wate to do it to Henry." They did, several times. They got dressed and went for a walk. It was finally time to get dressed for the dance. Their mothers insisted on helping them. Sandy asked if he could have his bra cups stuffed to make them a little bigger. Diane said yes and proceeded to do so, Jenny did the same. The effect was quite dramatic, it added inches to their breasts. Neither had much experience doing make up although they had done quite a bit in the week that they had their kits but wanted this to be the best and not to look like amateurs. "We have to have a talk, girls." Donna said. "What about?" They asked in unison. "About tonight, and boys. This is your first time going out with boys. We want you to be careful; boys only want one thing from girls. There are some things you must be careful of; don't let them touch you anywhere, not on your breasts, not on your butts and especially not between your legs, this goes special for you Sandy. Boys are no good and will only get you in trouble, do you understand? "Yes mom. "Yes Aunt Donna." "O. K. now let's finish with your hair." Sandy's hair was down to his butt, he usually wore it in a single braid down his back or parted in the middle and hanging down either side of his head. For the dance he wore it in a sort of bun with a few wisps over his forehead. Jenny wore hers in a flip. They both looked beautiful. The mothers let them wear a bit of perfume. They sat on their beds waiting for Henry and Hal. The doorbell rang. Diane opened it while Sandy and Jenny were still coming down the stairs with their wraps in their hands, They handed them to the boys who wrapped them around the girls' shoulders and told the girls how lovely they looked. The girls blushed and thanked them. A few photos were taken. The girls kissed their moms and holding the boys hands headed out the door. They were told to be back by eleven at the latest. If they were five years older their ride would have been a limo, as they were not, it was a black and orange bus. Trying to climb the bus stairs proved to be a bit difficult with their long skirts and high heels. The boys helped them. The ride to school was only five minutes and the girls spent the time teaching the boys what they had learned earlier about kissing. The boys were fast learners. The dance was the most fun for Sandy and Jenny. When they went into the gym they met their classmates and spent a few minutes admiring each other's dresses. They suspected that they were not the only girls stuffing their bras. They danced most of the dances with their dates but did occasionally dance with some of the other boys. Sandy loved it when a boy would hold him close. None of the boys tried anything. One did rub Sandy's ass but stopped when told to. With the slow dances, where the boys held the girls close, Sandy was glad that his mother made him wear his spandex brief to hold his penis flat, he needed it a few times. All too soon the dance was over. The last dance was behind them. Holding each other belly to belly as they waited for the bus, he needed his protection again. Henry had a habit of rubbing himself against Sandy when they kissed, and they kissed a lot. Sandy loved the feeling he got in his penis when henry kissed and rubbed. The walk from the bus to the house was short. They kissed at the door. The boys went home and the girls went in where their mothers were waiting up for them. Both girls were very excited telling all about their first date and dance although they told the edited version. The story was told and the girls went to bed. At about three o'clock in the morning Sandy was awakened by Jenny shaking him, "Look," She said pointing to a bloody mess between her legs, "Wake my mother please." They knew what was happening; Jenny was becoming a woman. "That's one thing I won't have to worry about." Sandy said. In a period of about a week both girls had grown up and were well on their way to puberty. They stayed with their boyfriends for awhile. In the long hot summer that followed, they had several boyfriends each. Sandy learned quickly how to handle the boys. During his relationships he had to prevent his boyfriends from grabbing the wrong things, Jenny had no such problems and did a lot of good- natured teasing about it. The girls are now approaching their sixteenth birthday, they were within a week of each other, all their life they had celebrated them together, and this year was to be no exception. Jenny was a cheerleader and Sandy was class president. They had been planning their sweet sixteen party for weeks. They were allowed to invite six guests each, not counting their boyfriends. They both were popular girls and attractive in the extreme. Sandy, thanks to her regular hormone shots, and Jenny, because of her genes. Since he was eleven years old Sandy had been getting female hormones from his pediatrician to help him grow like a female. He got shots every three months and was due for one this week. They had to drive three hours because his mother used the same Doctor since he was born and did not know if another Dr. would cooperate with her raising Sandy as she was raising him. Sandy was led to the examining room to wait for his Dr. He put on the paper gown as always, and sat on the gurney. The Dr. came in. "Hello there Sandy, how are things going." He said looking at his patient. He told him to untie his gown and pull it down to his waist so he could examine his breasts. "Lovely." He said feeling them for firmness and fullness. As he was examining his breasts Sandy started getting a reaction in his penis. Under his gown, all he had on were a bra and panties and he felt his penis pushing against his panties. Still examining his breasts, the Dr. asked him, "Does this feel good? Is anything happening elsewhere?" He was looking at Sandy's lap as he said it. He pulled the gown completely off Sandy so all he had on was the panties and bra. He saw Sandy's penis getting hard. "Does that happen a lot?" "Yes. Usually when my boyfriend and I make out. I have to wear that spandex devise we told you about when I am with him so this is hidden." The exam was over sandy put his dress back on and left. The day before their birthday party Diane and Sandy went to the supermarket to get some last minute things for the next day's party. They had been home no more than fifteen minutes when the bell rang. Diane opened the door, "My God. Where the hell did you come from?' She gasped. She just stood there looking at the man who was at the door. Sandy came over to see what was the matter. "What's the matter mom? Hi, I'm Sandy. Who are you?" He said to the man. "Sandy...this is your father." "My father...I thought he was dead. You never talk about him." "Can I come in?" The man said stepping through the door. "Where the hell did you come from. How did you find me and what do you want after all these years," Diane said. She led him to the kitchen, "Sit. I think there is some coffee. Now...start explaining Mister. You have a lot of it to do." Sandy joined them at the table. Jenny and Donna were out somewhere. "I saw you at the supermarket this afternoon." He started explaining, "I followed you home. I was sitting outside in the car building up the nerve to come up and ring the door bell." Sandy started in; "You have a lot of nerve showing up after all these years. Where were you while I was growing up...Where were you for all the father and daughter dances at school...Where were you for all my school plays...You were nowhere, that's where you were...now you show up after sixteen years and expect to be welcomed with open arms... you are so wrong." He yelled. Fred, his father, looked at him, "You are beautiful, and you have a temper just like your mother." He looked at Diane, "When I heard you were pregnant I got scared and left. I kept in touch with a few of my friends for awhile, they told me you had a baby, a boy; I guess they were mistaken," He said looking at Sandy. "She looks just like you." "Yes she does and I raised her myself, with no help from you. What the hell do you want?" "Nothing really. I just thought, when I saw you, that we could get together and talk about old times" "There are no old times. When you split, you split." Diane said. Sandy spoke up again. "Unless you can come up with sixteen years of back child support you can get the hell put of here." "Are you going to let her talk to her father like that?" He said to Diane. "Do I look like I'm going to stop her?" While this was going on Donna and Jenny came home. When they walked in the door and Donna saw Fred, she Screamed, "You! Where did you come from?" Looking at Diane, "Do you know this creep?" "Yes," Diane answered, "He is Sandy's father, where do you know him from?" Donna looked at everyone; "He's Jenny's father too. I didn't know you two even knew each other. "You scumbag." Diane said. "Get the hell out of here and if we see you ever again you will be paying child support for both these lovely girls." He practically ran out the door, jumped in his car and was gone. The silence was deafening. Diane and Donna hugged each other. "Does this mean Sandy and I are real sisters, I mean half sisters? This is so cool." Jenny and Sandy hugged and kissed. "I have the sister I always wanted." They said almost together. Diane and Donna explained to each other how Fred had used them. "I hope you girls see what we mean now about how men are such scumbags." "We do." The birthday party was the best ever. There were a total of eight couples. They played kissing games and all the boys kissed the Birthday Girls for their birthday. They played kissing games; jenny and Sandy tried to get all the boys to kiss them again but saw that some of their girlfriends were getting a bit upset. Sandy and his boyfriend almost had a problem, Alfred, his boyfriend tried to convince him that since it was her birthday they should go farther and tried putting his hand up her dress. Sandy quickly put a stop to that. As much as he wanted to be played with, he knew there could be serious results. The day finally came. The surgery was scheduled. Sandy was wheeled into the operating room. When she came out she realized, this was the first day of the rest of her life. Alfred, Sandy's boyfriend, stood by her for the intervening years. They met just before her sixteenth birthday. When they were eighteen, just before she had her operation, he was told the truth; that the girl he had stood by and loved so deeply, was really a boy. He left her for a few weeks. Two to be exact but he found that he could not live without her. A little more than a year after her operation, Sandy became a wife. A year later she became a mother, Jenny was her surrogate. A year later Jenny had her own husband ...and daughter.