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DONNA BY JANICE It was Thanksgiving morning; this Thanksgiving was going to be the best ever. My sister and I were going to have it at our house and were inviting all our girlfriends, Tracy, Sally and Barbara, naturally Laura was going to be there. I hardly ever assumed my Laura persona at home; I usually did it at the girl's neighborhood where I was known as Laura. My boyfriend Hal was spending Thanksgiving with his family and he didn't know where Laura lived even though we had been boyfriend and girlfriend for about five months; that is how long Hal knew that Laura was a boy. All the girl's were going to dress for Thanksgiving in dresses, no pant's allowed. I had a favorite dress that I wore almost every chance I got. It was the red one that I bought when I was sentenced to dress as a girl for two months. That was the first time I had ever worn a dress, but thankfully, not the last. [For the full story, see Sentenced to Drag.] Our Mother cooked dinner with the girl's helping from time to time. About an hour before dinner the girl's were getting dressed, I was the first one finished. I was sitting demurely watching the Parade on t. v. when I saw a girl walking, slowly up the front walk; there was something familiar about her. I watched as she rang the doorbell. I opened the door. "Yes. Can I help you?" I asked. She was wearing a denim coat, which seemed too big for her and was soiled. Her shoes were, at one time; white track shoes and she had a red bandana tied around her head. "Laura. How are you? It's me... Donna." "Donna? What the hell happened to you? It has been so long. Come on in." Donna walked by me into the warm living room. I noticed that he had a small battered suitcase in his hand. He took off his coat. I saw he was in poor condition. He was thin and had on a soiled dress that had seen better days, it was sleeveless and I could see bruises all over his arms. I took him in my arms and he started crying. Lydia, my sister, heard the commotion and went to see what was happening. She saw me holding a girl in my arms comforting her. "What's going on here? Who is she?" "This is Donna, you know her as Ralph my old friend. Remember." The other girl's came in. Donna said." I'm sorry to interrupt, especially on Thanksgiving but I have nowhere to go. I was hoping I could stay here for a day or two, or maybe get some money to get a room and something to eat." "First of all, you are invited to stay here for as long as you want, second let's get you out of that dress and into something clean and third, what the hell are you doing in a dress?" I said. All the girls's knew about Ralph from me telling them about him. They each hugged him. "You look like you could use a shower and a good meal." I said, "And a change of clothes. I took him up to my room where he stripped out of his dirty dress to show equally dirty underwear. I was surprised to see that Donna had boobs. "You can help yourself to some of my clothes when you finish your shower, and we will be having dinner soon. Come on down when you finish and you can tell us all about what happened and, if you want to, why you are in the condition you are in." I went downstairs. The girl's asked me what was going on. I told them I had no idea but if they waited they all would know. Every one was at the table waiting for Ralph to come down. He did not, Donna came back down. He was wearing one of my dresses and he looked good in it. Although due to his thinness it was a bit loose. It was a black sheath and looked almost as good on him as it did on me, he used my make up. "Wow. You clean up real well. Do we call you Donna or Ralph?" "Do I look like a Ralph?" he asked. I stood and went to him, gave him a friendly kiss on his cheek and led him to a chair. "I hope you don't mind me wearing this, it is so lovely and I have not worn boy's clothes since I moved almost seven months ago. I wouldn't feel comfortable in them. I saw you wearing a dress so I figured you wouldn't mind." "Be my guest. I don't dress much anymore, at least not here, but why don't we eat and later you can tell us all about yourself and why you are here looking like you do." "O.K. I'm starving. I have not eaten in days. Thank you so much." We ate. After the dishes were done, seven attractive looking girls sat around the living room listening to one of them tell a sad story. This is his story. DONNA'S STORY Chapter 1 "When I told David that I was a gay cross dresser that last time I saw him and we kissed good by, my whole life changed. I thought it would be a better life but I was so wrong. I have been dressing in girl's clothes for as long as I can remember. My Mother used to buy my clothes and we would be Mother and daughter when I wore them. I never went out of the house as; I'll use the name I was given when I was sent away, as Donna. I never had a girl's name with my Mother. I was not interested in girls and I think I had a crush on David. I know the only thing I thought about girls was how lucky they were to be wearing such lovely clothes. I'm getting away from the story but I wanted to fill in some of the background. Any way, as I was saying, we moved; my Mother and I. She told me I was going to be her daughter all the time, I was ecstatic. Living as a girl those two months convinced us both that I could pass with no problem at all. "Remember the time we passed better than real girl's, Laura?" He looked at me, I nodded. I remembered. "All my boy's clothes were given away. We drove to the new house. It was a two-day drive. It was the most fun, just my mother and me. I already had quite a few dresses and clothes, but no girl has too many clothes, do we? The first night we stayed at a motel and to my surprise, mom only got one room, a single. I asked her where I was going to sleep. "With me, where did you think?" I guess if I was going to spend the rest of my life as her daughter I might as well get used to doing girl things, like sometimes sleeping with my Mother. We got ready for bed, she in the bedroom and me, because I was not quite ready to see my Mother naked or to have her see me naked; in the bathroom. With what she gave me to wear to bed I guess there was not much of a difference. I had a sleep bra, which I wore when in my girl nighties; I put that on under the sheer gown, which was very low cut, and short. My panties were half exposed the gown was so short. I kept thinking that my mom should not be seeing me this naked. She assured me it was nothing for a Mother and daughter to appear this way in front of each other. I crawled in bed next to her. We kissed good night and I fell asleep in her arms, I was so comfortable. I woke the next morning refreshed. My Mother was already awake. I sat up in bed and reached for the matching robe to my gown. Mom walked out of the bathroom completely naked. I sat there in the bed with my mouth open, she did have a magnificent body but she was my Mother, and she was naked. "Look Donna, we agreed that you are going to spend the rest of your life as my daughter you better get used to it. Now come on and get dressed." I was still self-conscious as I took my nightgown off in front of her while she put on her shorts and halter-top. I put on my panties, which were pink with lace inserts and fully padded bra. I still had the padding from Stacey's house, which I had been using all the time as Donna. I pulled on a pair of stretch jeans and a tee shirt that was too small, which I loved because it made my breasts so sexy looking. We put on our make up and, after a quick breakfast, were on our way. The new house was cute; it had two bedrooms, a kitchen and living room, all on one floor. The furniture had been delivered and a neighbor had set it up. We started taking our things from the station wagon. I was really enjoying myself, my bedroom was beautiful. Any teen-age girl would have killed to have a room like that. It had a makeup table and lots of closet space for all my dresses, the ones I had; which were not many, and the ones we would buy when we went shopping. A girl never has too many clothes. I hugged and kissed my Mother when I saw my room. I could picture my girlfriends and I in there doing whatever girl's do in their rooms, that is, the girlfriends I would make there. The first few days were the best ever. We went everywhere together and did everything a girl and her mom does together. The most fun we had, in my opinion, was to go boy watching and talk about how it would be to be with this guy or that guy. I had to make things up because I had never been with a boy before unless you want to count Mike from the school. I made it a point to wear some of the tightest things I could get away with when we went boy watching, both wanting and fearing that a boy would pick me up. Chapter 2 One day I was at the park alone and saw this one guy that I had seen a few times and I thought was cute. I don't know where I got the nerve but I went up to him and asked the time, just to break the ice. I picked up my first guy, it was so easy. We walked around the park watching people. We sat on a bench; I kept touching his hand. He started holding mine and soon had his arm around me as we again walked and talked. He took me to this grove of trees that hid us from view and started kissing me. I let him and encouraged him using my limited experience. I felt my penis getting hard inside the heavy panty girdle I use when wearing tight pants. I was on my back on the ground with him on top of me, kissing and grinding himself against me. I felt a warm feeling against my stomach and knew I had creamed myself. I know I got carried away when I opened his pants and took out his prick and started to play with it. I know I was going too far when I wanted to take it in my mouth and do the thing. I controlled myself and just gave him a hand job. After we both caught our breaths we brushed each other off. It was about time for me to go home. I did not want him to know where I lived so I just kissed him, grabbed another handful of his cock, through his pants this time, and left. I couldn't wait to tell my mom what I did. The first thing I did was to get out of my clothes. My underpants were sticky from the cum. I showered and changed to a denim skirt, love them denim skirts, and a pink sweater with a cowl neck which could be worn off the shoulders, I prefer to wear it that way so that my bra straps showed on my shoulders, I love that; bra straps turn me on. My mastectomy pads filled out my bra cups giving the sweater the look of a fully developed girl. My Mother had no sooner come in the house when I told her what I did, I told her everything, there were going to be no secrets between this girl and her Mother. She seemed happy with me. She brought up a subject that I hadn't thought about. She told me that eventually some one was going to find out my breasts were not real and asked if I would like real ones. What girl wouldn't? A few days later she took me to a doctor who started me on hormone treatments to develop breasts and hips and a more feminine butt. I would get up every morning and check to see if anything was developing, it took almost a month before anything happened and that was more a feeling in my chest. Soon after I could swear I could see something. I did not have to go to school. My Mother was a qualified teacher and I was home schooled. I remember our first real shopping spree together; it was so wonderful shopping for clothes with my Mother. We bought so many things we could hardly carry them to the car. I was beginning to feel like a kid with a new toy. We went right to her room with our packages. We started going through the things trying on each other's clothes. We happened to be close enough to the same size that we could wear each other's clothes, how many girls could say that? I don't know how long we had been at it when I realized we were dressing and undressing in front of each other, I think we may have even changed panties that way. My mom worked. Usually right after breakfast we would go to her room and talk while she dressed, I was no longer uncomfortable seeing her naked. One morning about a week after we moved in I was still in my baby doll nightgown; I almost always wore baby dolls, watching her dress and realized I was looking at her pussy. She must have noticed. "I'll bet you wish you had one of these." She said suddenly, indicating her pussy. "I think I would. I wonder what it is like not to have this thing there." I said grabbing my penis through my panties. "Would you like to feel it?" She said and approached me. I just looked at her for a second or two. Slowly and hesitantly I touched it. "Don't be such a sissy," She said, grabbing my hand and putting it right on her pussy. I started rubbing it and playing with it. At one time I stuck my finger a little way up her crack. "That is enough missy. Maybe we could finish this later." She bent over, kissed me and finished dressing. I was sweaty and took a shower. Chapter 3 It was going to be my last day free. My Mother was a trained teacher and arranged to have me home taught, the paper work had come and home school would start the next day. I put on a pair of hot pants and a long sleeve polo shirt and went to the park to do some more boy watching. I saw the same boy from before and, being a bit ashamed at what I did, I tried; unsuccessfully, to hide so he would not see me. He came to where I was sitting on a bench and asked why I wasn't in school. I said I could ask the same of him. He was playing hooky. I told him I was doing the same. We talked for awhile, that other event was not brought up so I let it go. He wanted to take me to lunch. He put his arm around me as we went for a burger. We sat side by side and as we ate I could feel his hand on my knee, slowly it made it's way to the bottom of my shorts where I stopped him. He looked at me and I kissed him. "Never go any farther than that." I told him. I knew that I could let him play with my tits, so good were my mastectomy pads, and as long as there was material between him and me. We went back to the park where we made out for awhile. Before we separated I asked him, "What the hell is your name? You never told me. Mine is Donna." "Steve. Hi Donna." "Hi Steve." I went home and helped mom around the house. I told her I think I have a boyfriend. "That's my girl. Don't waste any time. Is he a good kisser?" "What do you mean? How can I describe it? I like them, they turn me on." "Does he kiss like this?" she said and kissed me on my lips. We had kissed many times, a Mother and daughter kiss, but that one was not at all like a Mother daughter kiss. I don't know what it was like but it was good or even better than Steve's. Should a Mother be kissing her daughter like that? Or her son? I don't know nor do I care, I liked it and that is all I cared about. Mom quit her job when all the paper work came for her to start me on home schooling. School started that day. I was up early, I don't know why; I did not have that far to go, just to the kitchen. I was wearing an aqua baby doll nighty just barely long enough to cover my hips and ass. My Mother told me that I had to get dressed. I don't know why I had to but I did. I put on a pair of tight pants and a tank top cut low enough to show my cleavage that I achieved by running a piece of tape under them. I had my books and stuff on the table all ready for mom to start school when the doorbell rang. I answered it. There was a girl about my age there. "Hi. I'm Joyce. Am I late?" "That would depend entirely on what you are here for, wouldn't it?" I said. I heard my Mother yell from the other room. "Is that Joyce. Tell her to have a seat. I'll be right there." She was another student that my Mother agreed to teach privately. She never told me. Joyce and I talked while waiting for mom. That first day was not bad. It was weird having my Mother for a teacher. Joyce was there because she was always getting in trouble at regular school. Mom agreed to see if she could at least try teaching her, plus, mom was getting paid. Joyce and I became friends because we had a lot in common. We both liked boys and had a lot of experience with them. We told each other stories about them, although all mine were in my mind and it wouldn't surprise me if many of hers were also. School was only three hours because we were taught only the necessities, no unnecessary stuff like gym, language or stuff like that. Mom provided lunch. After school the first day Joyce and I went for a walk to get better acquainted. I knew that we would be good friends. After regular school let out we went to the local teen hang out. She introduced me to some of her friends, both girls and boys. I looked around for Steve; I even asked if any one knew him. I did not know his last name so I described him. "His last name is Walker." Joyce told me. "Walker? Isn't that your name? Are you related?" I asked Joyce. "He is my brother. Where did you meet?" I told her. She said I was a lucky girl. He was a doll and if he wasn't her brother she might want to go with him herself. I hadn't told all we did that day when I picked him up, I just said we met. I'm glad I didn't. The next day at school she told me that she told Steve she knew me. She said he wanted to meet me after school, his school not ours. Joyce stayed in my room until his school let out then went to the hangout, would you believe that was the name of the place? "The Hangout" As soon as Joyce and I walked in I saw him and him me; he called us to his table. I sat; he kissed me hello like we were old friends; which we were, friends; not so old. We liked each other from that first day. He bought me a pizza and soda. We stayed and got to know each other better. Joyce's boyfriend joined us, his name was Ben. Joyce and Ben had a date that Saturday and asked if Steve and I would like to go. I had been waiting all my life for a boy to ask me for a date, my relationship with Mike did not count because he knew from the git-go that I was a guy. I thought it would be fun to go with a guy who thought I was the girl I seemed to be, the girl I wanted to be. I looked at Steve, he looked at me; we both agreed, it would be fun. I moved closer to him and he put his arm around me to make more room. I can't describe the feeling I got when he touched me now that he was going to be my boyfriend, do all girls get this feeling? With my limited experience of being a girl I had to watch the other girl's to see what they did to certain things. I was a good learner. I had to get home, I let Steve walk me. When he left me at my door I just knew he was not going to leave without a kiss; and he didn't. I told my Mother about Steve and I going out on Saturday. She was more excited than I. She told me I had to have my hair done and I needed a new outfit. I thought I could do without the hair but will never turn down some new clothes. At school I told Joyce what my Mother wanted, she thought it was cool. She said she would go with me to the salon and help me pick out the perfect outfit; she had seen it at the Clothes Closet, a local teen shop. My Mother said Joyce and I could go by ourselves right after school Friday. Right after school I took Joyce to my room so I could change my clothes. We would go shop for my outfit and then get my hair done because we did not know how long that would take. She loved my room. I just wanted to put on a new shirt. I took the old one off, she was able to tell that I stuffed my bra but not how much, or why. All she did was comment and say that she sometimes did it herself. I mentioned that I was a late bloomer and really did not have much of a breast. "Don't worry about it. You will wake up one morning and will be all grown up and filled out." I put on my favorite Mickey Mouse tee shirt. I liked it because his ears were right over my breasts and helped them look bigger. She showed me the outfit she told me about. I took it into the dressing room which was small so she could not go in with me; I knew it was small because my Mother and I had been here before. The top was a denim halter, and a print skirt that came to just below my knees; it was a red bandana print with elastic waist. I went out to show Joyce and ask her how it looked. She said it looked perfect and Steve would love me in it. That is all I needed to hear. I bought it. Then we went to the salon, I had never had my hair done in a beauty shop, and it was so much fun; I loved being pampered. I showed mom my new outfit and she loved my hair. Joyce went home and mom asked me to put on the skirt and top. There were no inhibitions any more. I put it on in my room while talking to her. "Donna, you sure turned out to be a beautiful girl. You are almost a woman now, 16. I am so glad we moved and I can have you all the time." "I love you too mom. I am glad too. I only regret that we didn't go out sooner. Think of all the fun we missed not shopping for all those clothes you bought me as I was growing up. I would have loved to be trying them on in the store and seeing people watching a Mother and her daughter spending the day shopping and being with each other. In a way it is a good thing I got in trouble and had to be sent away; we never would have known I could pass so easily as a girl." I was quite nervous that night and did not get much sleep. I was nervous about my first date with a guy who saw me as the attractive teen age girl I wanted so much to be. Neither of us brought up our first meeting in the park that day, it was as if it never happened, the sexual part I mean. Saturday afternoon Joyce came to my house to pass time, I think she liked me and wanted to be my girlfriend. She admitted that she had no girlfriends. In the after noon we went for a walk to pass time. There was a ballgame in the park which we went to watch. She saw some boys she knew and brought me over to introduce me. She started hanging on one of them and it was not Ben, her boyfriend. I followed her lead and sort of paired up with a guy named Howard, Howie. Joyce looked at me and winked, I took it to mean good work. She talked them into taking us for something to eat; I was a bit hungry so I went. I found out a few things that after noon that helped me in my new role. Joyce was not shy with the guys, which is the reason she had no girlfriends. At the hamburger place she and her guy, I never did get his name, were all over each other. Being the pupil I had no choice, Howie and I got into it, kissing and hugging until we started getting looks from the other customers. We ate, had the guys pay and went back to the park for a little more making out, and, after awhile we left them there and went home. On the way home Joyce said I surprised her, she didn't think I was that kind of a girl. "You would be surprised at what kind of girl I am." I said and left it at that. I felt good about myself. I was there less that a month and I had a date with a cute guy and I made out several times, I love being a girl. Steve and Ben took us to a movie and for a pizza after. I thought it great to be held and kissed by a guy; do I have to keep reminding you that my affair with Mike does not count because he knew all along that I was really a guy? Because this is the last time I will. Steve took me home kissed me and left. I had to tell my Mother all about my date. Chapter 4 Things were going great, Steve and I were a pair; I was thrilled to really be me for the first time in my life. We went every where together. The school year ended. The worst thing about being home schooled was that there was no prom. Steve's school was having one and, naturally, he invited me. Ben and Joyce were going together. Joyce and I went to pick out our prom dresses together. My Mother wanted to be the one to help me pick up my first prom gown, I wanted it that way too, and so all three of us went. Joyce and I picked out our gowns and went to a changing room to try them on. This was mid June, since we moved here in March I had been getting mega doses of hormones so, by this time I had a feminine body; hips, an ass, slim waist and pretty good boobs. I had only to wear a minimum of padding and that only in my breasts. There was no reason not to have Joyce come into the changing room with me other that it was too small. My gown was so beautiful. It was neon pink strapless and clingy. In back it came to above my ankles and the front lifted and wrapped around and up to close, leaving an inverted V trimmed with a ruffle so that it showed my legs from my knees down. We bought matching shoes. Prom night. I need not say that I was very excited; I was going on my very first formal date, with my very first real boyfriend. My gown had been hanging on my closet door all day long and I must have looked at it a thousand times during the course of the day, now; in an hour I would be wearing it, I now know where the expression, "As giddy as a school girl," comes from. I was finally all dressed and made up and just waiting for Steve to pick me up. He borrowed his father's car, a brand new Cadillac Devill. He was so handsome in his tuxedo. He pinned a corsage to my gown. My Mother took some pictures of us. (Donna showed us the pictures of him in his lovely gown. Steve was a very handsome guy.) He put his arm around me as he walked me to the car where he held the door open for me and held my elbow as I climbed into the seat. I sort of felt bad because it took me sixteen years to finally know what it feels like to be a girl. The prom was beautiful and much too soon it had to end. I was so happy I thought I would have an orgasm. He took me to a secluded spot where we made out for a long time. I had a hell of a time keeping him from going between my legs. He finally gave up and drove me home, he was not happy. I kept trying to cheer him up but he would not listen, he wanted pussy and I would not, could not, give it to him. In front of my house I tried to kiss him, he just got out of the car, walked around to my side, opened the door and grabbed me roughly by my arm and pulled me from the car throwing me to the ground. He pulled me to my feet and told me this was my last chance, do I give it to him or not? When I told him no, he slapped my face and threw me to the ground again. He got back in his car and drove away. I hurt my knee, it was cut and my pantyhose were ruined and there was a tear in my dress. I got to my feet crying. I went in the house where my Mother was waiting for me. I was pissed; the best night of my life was ruined because of this piece of shit I have growing between my legs. I wanted to cut it off and I think I would have had not my Mother stopped me, she would not let me out of her sight. She took me to her room and undressed me and got me into a nightgown. She made me sleep with her. I slept pitiful in her arms but was comforted knowing she was there for me. Guys are such assholes. The next afternoon Joyce came to my house. Steve told her we broke up. I didn't know that we had but was not surprised. I guess in his place I would have done the same thing, if I was a guy. She told me that he was no big loss; he was an ungrateful idiot and didn't deserve me. I think she was right; I am too good for him. We, Joyce and I, became best friends and spent a lot of time together that summer, we picked up a lot of guys and had a lot of fun with them but I would not get close to any of them as long as I still had this curse between my legs. I knew that some day, some how; I was going to get rid of it. Around the end of July my mom started doing some strange things. She got a job as a Cocktail Waitress and started bringing home men; some of them real losers, and scum bags. I think she started doing drugs. She even started trying to fix me up with some of them. I had no interest in any of them; they were all old enough to be my father, at least many of them. I was beginning to get sexually frustrated, I could not have sex with any of the guys I went with, at least I could not go all the way, and I had no interest in having sex with a female. I sometimes wondered how Joyce would react finding out I was biologically a boy. My Mother came to the rescue. We talked about it; I kept no secrets from my mom. I mentioned how frustrated I was. She said she could help but I would have to go with one of her friends. The only real sexual relief I was getting was from myself. I told her I would think about it. One night after a wild session with one of the boys Joyce and I were out with; I was so hormoned up I told my Mother to see what she could do. I had no idea what she had in mind. She brought two guys home one night. She introduced me to the youngest, about thirty, named Zack. Mom and her guy were tipsy. Zack was a nice guy, we sat on the couch; he started kissing me. Cut to the chase. I do not drink but that night I had a few beers and was feeling a bit uninhibited. Zack kept trying to get his hand up my dress, they all do that eventually, I kept pushing it away; "What's the problem," He said. "I know what's up there. We are built the same, at least that is what your Mother says." My Mother and her guy had gone to the bedroom awhile ago. Was he bullshitting me? I felt loose enough from the beers I had been drinking to take the chance. I opened my legs a little. I believe I mentioned I no longer needed padding so there was nothing between me and his hand but my silk panties. His hand went right up my skirt to my panties and in them. I felt his fingers touching my penis, a feeling I never had the pleasure of having before, and it got hard. Zack dropped to his knees between my legs, spread them and went in. He gave me my first blow job, it was magnificent. I wanted more and he gave it to me. I will never forget that night. He asked me to do him. I was very nervous but I did. I finished, stood up, took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom like I had seen my Mother do so many times before with the men she brought home. It was so great to be accepted as a woman with no questions asked, which Zack did. My dress buttoned down the back. In my room Zack and I were in each other's arms, I felt him undoing the buttons; I had no reason to stop him, so I didn't. My dress came off; I unhooked my bra and started undressing Zack. We were finally in nothing but our underpants, both with big bulges in front of them. We climbed into bed and from here on in, use your imagination. That night I became a woman. I experienced what a real woman experiences, almost; I still had old Johnny preventing me and Zack from going all the way but I was thrilled all the same. We slept together, naked, in the same bed. I awoke, put on one of my sexiest nighties, the next time I do this, I thought to myself, I will have to put one of these on before bed, and woke Zack with a kiss. We heard movement in the kitchen and smelt coffee. Zack put on his pants and we had breakfast with my Mother and her companion. Before they left they gave mom and I each $50.00. The easiest fifty dollars I ever made, and the first, and the funnest; if there is such a word. Chapter 5 The rest of the summer was fun. There were a lot of nights like that first one, several a week to be exact, I was making a lot of money and enjoying it. I was also starting to drink a lot; the guys always wanted me to drink before taking me to bed. A few weeks after the time with Zack my Mother asked me if I wanted a change of pace. I did not at first know what she was talking about but said yes. That night she brought home two women. Both women and my mom seemed to be laughing a lot and smoking, I never smoked in my life but always wanted to; my life now was as good as, or even better than I ever hoped it could be. I could have men, no more boys for me, any time I wanted to, I had money and mom and I; and a Doctor, were working on my becoming a real woman but I would have to wait until I was eighteen. Back to that night. I took a cigarette and it was not a regular cigarette. I felt my inhibitions drop. Marie, the woman mom brought home for me took my male virginity. Joyce stopped coming to see me but I didn't care. I didn't need her any more. At summers end I went back to home schooling, Joyce never came back. I was always in a fog; all I wanted out of life was my men, my booze and my weed. Not everything turned out to be peaches and cream. The men didn't always leave money and sometimes they even beat me if I didn't satisfy them. When I didn't get paid mom would also beat me so I took to going out at night and getting men on my own, which didn't always work, but when it did, I had money and gave half to my Mother. One night after I had been drinking and smoking all day I was walking the street looking for company. I was sitting on a park bench when a girl sat next to me. "Want to have a good time?" I asked her hoping to get a few dollars for some stronger weed. "Donna. What the hell are you doing to your self? Look at you. You are a mess." It took me awhile to realize it was Joyce. It is long story short time now. She showed me how fucked up I was, what I had become, I was a doped up, drunk prostitute. We must have spent an hour on that bench. I cried a lot when I realized she was right. I promised her and myself that I was going to turn myself around. I would quit drinking and get off the weed and at least slow down on the men. I went home and told my Mother. She was really bad herself. When she found out I would no longer be contributing monetarily to the household she told me that I could take my ass and get it the hell out of her house. I hung around for a few days but she kept telling me that I better come up with money or get the hell out, so I did. I took what little cash I had, packed a small suitcase and left. That was many weeks ago, I think. It was not easy getting off the drink and dope but I did it. I hitched here and there with no real destination in my still not too clear mind. I made money the only way I knew how, some times getting enough for a few meals and sometimes getting smacked around. I slept in the back of cars a lot. With winter setting in I knew I had to do something before I froze to death. I thought of you and how we were friends. I hitched rides until I was let off this morning about twenty miles from here. The driver made me give him a blow job and a hand job. When I asked him for money he threw me bodily from the car. That was very early this morning, I walked here. There was not a dry eye in the room when he finished. EPILOG Donna stayed with us. My mom, my sister and I agreed that he could stay with us under certain conditions. He had to go back to regular school, as Donna or Ralph, either one, he had to get an after school job and he had to obey the rules of the house. He agreed to continue as Donna. Even though he was home schooled there were still school records and luckily they were for Donna. She graduated with honors. It took a few years longer but "My Wife Donna" did get her full sex change. We never heard from her Mother nor do we want to. Ours was an ideal marriage. We both understood each other and loved each other. Another good thing was that we are both the same size. We are husband and wife, lovers and sometimes sisters and girlfriends.