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THE PARK By JANICE My parents would be out until after two in the morning. This meant I could spend some time in the park. The park, after dark, is a place for people like me. I am a 15 year old cross dresser and Bi, with a preference toward males. There is a good looking guy there that is such a doll, I drool when I see him. I know that some one like me hasn't a chance with him. He was at least bi, if not gay, or he would not be at the park. I knew I had no chance because most of the people he was with were some of the better looking guys and some of the prettiest girls, at least I think they were girls; one never knows there, I changed into one of my favorite skirts and tops. I keep my girls clothes hidden in a crawl space in the back of my closet. I am 5'3" and weigh in at about 100 pounds. My mother is five nine and one seventy so I can not wear anything of hers. I got dressed as neatly as possible, in a pair of pantyhose, a stuffed bra and panties. My top was a tight tee shirt with a picture of Garfield on the front and my skirt was a skirt that I stole from one of the girls at school; it was a plaid school uniform skirt. My shoes were white sneakers. I put on a bit of make up, a dark blue blazer, again from a school uniform, but I bought this one. I checked my shoulder bag to make sure I had my keys and left for the park. I don't get a chance to change at home very often because my parents do not go out much. Tonight was a big function sponsored by my fathers company so they had to go. Usually, when I go to the park, and my parents are home, I change in the garage. Arriving at the park the first thing I did was to look for Stan. I saw him sitting on his favorite bench talking to a girl. Or maybe it was a boy. In that section of the park it was hard to tell. We had our own section of the park. We were left pretty much alone as long as we didn't cause any trouble. We were, to put it bluntly, different; some of us were gay, some bi, some were like me, bi cross dressers. As long as there was no booze, drugs or open sex, we were left alone. Some of us just sat there just to be with each and just talk, and some of us, sometimes, found partners. I had a few partners in the past, mostly with guys. Sometimes I found out that they were like me, cross dressers; sometimes you could not tell, sometimes it was obvious. Mostly, I just watched Stan. I watched him for an hour or so wishing I was the person in his arms. At about one a.m. I thought it was time for me to go home; I gave Stan a last look, sighed, and went home. It rained all weekend so I stayed home. I knew I would be seeing Stan on Monday because we went to the same school; he was a year ahead of me. My heart would break almost every day at school knowing that he did not even know I existed and for obvious reasons, I could not approach him. I was not allowed out on school nights so I did not get to the park that week. The next Friday my mom called me and said that she and my dad, who worked together, would be home from work late and said I should order a Pizza. I was watching TV when the door bell rang. I looked out the window and saw the Pizza delivery truck. I opened the door and my heart skipped a beat. The delivery guy was Stan. "Hi," He said, "Don't I know you from school? Your name is...Oscar, right?" "Yes," I said, "And I know you from the park." He looked at me for a second before responding. "Park? What park?" "I go to the same park, and I see you there a lot." I told him nervously. He looked at me for awhile trying to figure if I was fooling or not. I told him that I go there a lot. I told him that he would not recognize me because I "go in disguise." "Will you be there later tonight?" he asked. I told him I would. He said I should talk to him. I paid for the Pizza. He left. I gobbled my pizza and phoned my mom. I asked her about what time she and dad would be home. When she said nine o'clock I told her I was going to a movie and would be home late. As stated earlier, I hardly ever get the chance to get dressed in the house so I was going to take advantage of this time. I knew I would be wearing my best skirt, the school one, but I did not think I had a really good top. I found one of my mother's sweaters. It did not fit me right because it was much too big. What was good about it was that I could wear the neck off my shoulders like all the girls wore theirs. It was grey and looked good on me, it fell off both shoulders and my bra straps could be seen. It did go well with my skirt. I fixed my hair in a small pony tail with one of my mother's scrunches. I had plenty of time so I thought I would wear some make up, I never wear make up, just a little lipstick. I had very little experience putting on make up so it took a long time. I put on my school jacket, grabbed my shoulder bag and headed for the park. I waited about twenty minutes before Stan showed up. I watched as he sat on his favorite bench than went over to him. "Hi. I'm here." I said as I sat down next to him. He looked at me for a few seconds. "Oscar? Is it you?" He said. "Wow, what a difference. You have nice legs." He said, giving me the once over. "Do you like it?" "You bet." We talked for awhile. He asked if I would like to go for something to eat. I agreed and we went to the pizza place where he worked. On the way there he asked if I had a girl's name. I told him that I didn't so he said he would call me Tina. He had a car and as we drove I snuggled up real close to him as I had seen girls do with their guys. I was a bit surprised, and pleased, when he put his arm around me. I felt so good in his arms. Is this how a real girl feels? We had a slice and a soda. While drinking the sodas he held my hand. I got the greatest thrill from that He drove me home. I directed him to the alley behind my house so I could go in the garage to change since my parents were home. We had a two car garage and I had one section, walled off, where I kept my "Tina" stuff in locked boxes. My mind was racing, is he going to kiss me? Should I kiss him first? Does he like me? He still had his arm around me. He pulled me close to him and did it, he kissed me. We kissed a few more times before we parted. I changed in the garage and went in the house. My parents were asleep. I went to my room, and went to bed. As I lay there waiting for sleep to come, I reflected on the last few hours. I now had a boyfriend; at least I think he was my boyfriend. We had kissed. I knew very little bit about him. I knew he was like me, bi, that was obvious, I knew he lived with his parents and younger sister and he went to my school. I hoped this was not going to be a one night thing like some of my previous pickups. Late the next morning, Saturday, I was in my room when I heard the doorbell ring. I knew my mother would answer. A few seconds later I heard my mother call to me that I had company, this was strange because I never have company; I have no friends. I went to the living room and saw Stan sitting in a chair. "Hi Oscar." He said. Do you want to come over to my house and help me with that home work?" It took a few seconds for me to realize he wanted me to go somewhere with him. "Yes, I guess." "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Mom asked. "Sorry mom. This is Stan from school. I have to help him with Math. Is it alright if I go to his house?" I said reaching for my jacket. Mom knew I was a straight "A" student and sometimes helped others with stuff. Again I was at a loss as to what to do. I climbed in the car and sat next to him. He drove to a burger place, got an order to go and went to the park to eat it. We laid out a few ground rules. First, he told me he liked Tina, a lot. I was thrilled at that. Then he told me that I had to be two people, I had to be me, Oscar when I was Oscar and Tina when Tina. Sound confusing? When I was Oscar, I was Oscar in that there was to be no sign of Tina and when Tina; no sign of Oscar. I knew what he meant, and agreed. The park was not the same place in the day time. After eating we drove around getting to know each other. He wanted me to meet his family. He drove to his house where I met his father, mother and sister. The thing I noticed about his sister, Margaret, was that she was just about my size. We watched TV for awhile then he drove me home. He asked if I wanted to go to a movie later that night. I told him that it would be difficult with both my parents home. I would have to change in the garage and it would be hairy. He said not to worry; he would pick up Oscar at about seven thirty. Seven thirty on the dot he picked me up. "There is a bag in the back seat." He said as we drove off. I reached over the front seat, grabbed the bag and opened it. It was filled with girl's clothes. "I took them from my sister. I hope they fit you." He said. "I think they will. She looks to be about my size. I noticed that when we met earlier, but how can I get them on?" "I work summers as a park maintenance man. I have a key to the office. You can change there." "Sounds good to me." We drove in silence for the three minutes or so it took for us the get to the park. He opened the office and we went in where there was an office and a bathroom. I went into the bathroom. I undressed and saw that he left nothing to chance; he brought a complete change of wardrobe. I was in a pink bra and panties when I realized he wasn't thorough after all. I opened the bathroom door, "There is nothing to stuff my bra with." I told him. He went to one of the lockers and took out some socks, "Use these." He said handing them to me. I was able to fill the cups, after all; that is what I use normally. I pulled on the pantyhose. I couldn't wait to see how the skirt and top looked, the skirt was a short black, tight one and the top was to die for. It was a red sweater with loose sleeves and a cowl neck. It fit loose but not so loose as to hide my breasts. He was thorough enough to bring me some make up, lipstick and some eye make up. I applied it, brushed my hair and stepped out. In the bottom of the bag was a pair of one inch, black heels that fit almost perfectly. I was able to fix my hair in a feminine style. "Well, how do I look?" I asked, striking a pose. "Now there is the girl I know and love." He said as he took me in his arms and kissed me for the first time since last night "Did he just say he loved me?" There was a full length mirror in the office and for the first time I got a good look at myself, and I must say, I was beautiful, He had to pull me away from the mirror. He took my hand as we walked to the car. Being the gentleman that he was, he held the door as I slid in. "Ready sweetheart?" he said. "I have never been readier." Again we drove with me in his arms. I only hoped I would not spoil the lovely panties I was wearing by having an accident. I have no idea what the movie was about. Here I was on my first date with my first boyfriend. I couldn't have been happier. As soon as we were seated he started in kissing me and fondling me. I have read a lot of stories of guys dressing as girls and going with boys. They usually have to worry about the guys feeling something that shouldn't be there; I had no such problem. My man knew exactly what was where. That was the fastest two hours ever. He drove me back to the park office where I, reluctantly, changed my clothes. I stuffed the clothes in the bag. He took the bag of his sister's clothes with him. He drove me home. No kiss, just an "I'll see you." All that week at school Stan and I ate lunch together. We never talked about our other relationship. Life was a lot better for me from then on. He had met my parents and that weekend he invited me, Oscar, for dinner at his house. His father had tickets for a game that Saturday night and he, Stan, wanted me to go with them. We played some Basketball at his hoop in his back yard with his father. Stan had a nice family, Mother, Father and a 15 year old sister. She was pretty and we kind of hit it off together; Margaret and I. Stan and I each had two lives, as stated before, one when I was Tina, and one when I was Oscar. We had been seeing each other for about three weeks and found it quite easy to keep both lives separate. The next day Stan and Tina went out. He again brought me some of his sisters things to wear, I notices they were the same ones she had worn the day before, now I knew how she did not miss them or notice that had been worn. This time though, he did not bring a dress or skirt. We again went to the Field House where I changed into a pair of stretch pants, beige with a scroll work pattern, a black, low neck tee shirt and a black heavy sweater coat with shag cuffs and collar. Stan was very thorough, he brought underwear; panties and a bra, some thing to stuff the cups with and pantyhose. A tube of lipstick and ribbons to put my hair in ponytails, and a handbag. When I stepped out of the bathroom he again was sitting at the desk. I walked over to him and for the first time in about a week, we kissed. After a few minutes of getting reacquainted we went to the stock car races. We went to the diner for a bite to eat and, after changing at the Field house, he took me home. This became pretty much a routine for the next month and a half. In the interim I had purchased some more girls clothes, to add to my meager collection, and Stan had purchased me a set of real looking breasts, he said they were for women who had their breasts removed. One Friday at school Stan told me that his parents and sister were going away for the weekend and asked if Tina would like to spend it with him. I told him I would love to but I would have to clear it with my parents. I (Oscar) had been to his house a few times and his parents liked me, likewise, my parents liked him. We cell phoned our parents and they said it would be alright. Stan would be picking me up at about five o'clock which would give me plenty of time to get dressed and pack a few things, mostly bras and panties; Stan said I could wear some of Margaret's things. She had a lot of beautiful clothes. I started getting ready as soon as I got home from school. My parents did not usually get home from work until six or later. I had plenty of time. Just last week I bought a new skirt and top. I had tried them on at home but never really wore them. I had also bought a few sets of panties and bras and pantyhose. I put on a set of dark purple panties and bra and nude pantyhose. My skirt was a wide, full skirt with a set in waist. It buttoned down the front and came to a bit below my knees, it came with a separate petticoat that was just a bit longer than the skirt so about an inch of the ruffled hem showed below the hem of my skirt. My top was a green, long sleeved, peasant top that had an elastic neck and cuffs. I told you that my mother is so much bigger than I so I can not usually wear her clothes, this is not true of her shoes; they are almost a perfect fit. She had a pair of boots that I loved, which she hardly wore because they were too tight, they fit me perfectly. I put them on. They were black, knee high boots with 2 inch heels and laced in the front but had a zipper on the side to make putting them on and taking them off easier. My hair was in its usual pony tail and I wore a knitted shawl over my shoulders. A little eye make up and lipstick and I was ready. Seeing that I would be wearing Margaret's clothing, I only packed an outfit to wear home Sunday night. Stan picked me up in the alleyway behind my house. Our garage were attached to the house but entered by way of the back alley. Stan always picked Tina up and dropped her off there, much better than at the house where neighbors might see us. He told me how cute I looked as I slid in the car and sat next to him. We kissed hello. Stan said we could go directly to his house because they had already left for the weekend. We stopped by to pick up supper, a couple of burgers and fries. At the burger place I saw two people that I recognized from the park. I did not want to say hi to them because I thought they might want to talk to us or even hang around with us and we wanted this weekend to be just for the two of us. We took our food home and ate it watching TV. We did not go out that night. I was thinking about what was going to happen this weekend, this night. How far were we going to go, what did he expect of me? I am only fifteen and never had sex. The most I ever did was to feel up my partner, whether it was a boy or girl. Sometimes, I was surprised at what I felt there. Well it soon came bed time. We disentangled ourselves so we could change for bed. I chose a waltz length, pink, gown and robe. Stan slept in his own pajamas. We did sleep in the same bed but, apart from some more cuddling, there was no sex. I was glad of that because I think I was much too young for real sex. I woke the next morning to find him and me sleeping back to belly, my back to his belly. I woke him. We had breakfast in our sleepers. During breakfast he said he wanted to ask me something. He asked me how it felt wearing girls clothes. He said he always wanted to try it but never had the nerve. He also had a problem; he was a size between his mom and his sister. Jokingly I said maybe we could get him some clothes that fit and he could see first hand. We did think it was a good idea so when we got dressed we went to a thrift shop and picked up a few things. He was all excited on the drive home and wanted to get into what we bought. All we got was a skirt and top and a dress, if he didn't like it there was no big expense lost. Well, to cut to the chase, he looked good, just like a teenage girl so he stayed in his skirt and top all day. We did go back to the thrift shop for a few more things; he went as my girlfriend, Joanna. He really did make a convincing girl, so convincing in fact that he asked if we could be best girlfriends from time to time. We usually spent weekends at the park and this weekend would be no exception, except that Stan would not be there but my new girlfriend, Joanna would be, he insisted on that. We changed into tank tops and denim skirts. My hair was long enough but his was a bit short, not so short to make him look like a boy, but he wanted to see how it felt with his hair rubbing on his shoulders and neck. I told him many times how I loved that. Stan went to his sister's room and in a few minutes he came out with an auburn wig. I helped him put it on and brush it out. We did our make up; rather, I did our make up, he did not have a clue how to do more that lipstick. We wanted to look our best, not that that was important where we were going but, "Any job worth doing, is worth doing right." At the park we walked around looking for someone to join up with. We chose different partners. Stan wanted to see if anyone would recognize him. I chose a girl sitting alone who I had seen a few times and struck up a conversation with her. We had talked before. I lost track of Stan/Joanna. My friend, Sue, (very few of us used our real names,) and I just talked about our mutual problem. The same problem most of us "Parkers" had, our being different. I knew sue was like me, a gay cross dresser, so we had something in common. I was kissing her when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Joanna, "I think we better go, it's getting late." He said. "OK." I said and gave Sue a goodnight kiss. Again I slept in one of Margaret's gowns and Joanna slept in one of his mothers that wasn't too big for him. In the morning, as would be expected, Stan wanted to wear one of the dresses he bought yesterday. A simple brown one. He claimed that the wig made his head sweat too much so I just styled his hair in a feminine style. His dress was cute. It was brown and came to just below his knees, it had a few rows of ruffles and was sleeveless. I showed him how to keep the top four buttons open to show the lace edging of his bra; he wore a bra, panties and everything a girl would wear, he said he loved it and would from time to time, and with my permission, be Joanna. I would that I would much more be with Stan, but would not mind him being Joanne, who am I to judge? We spent much of that day reading some of Margaret's magazines and talking about some of the cute boys at school, and, as many girls do; talked about which ones we would go to bed with. All too soon it was time for me to get changed and go home. Joanne drove me home so there was no big deal that the neighbors would see us kissing good by, they would see a Oscar kissing his girlfriend. My parents asked me all about my weekend; naturally, I gave them a story that Stan and I worked out for just such a case. They had seen me and Joanne kissing in the car and I told them "She" was Stan's sister and that I thought "She" liked me. I thought I saw a look of relief in my mother's eyes, she had asked me many times why I didn't have a girlfriend. I thought, briefly, that maybe I should introduce her to Joanne but decided against it, she had seen Stan too many times to get away with that. Then one afternoon while I was at Stan's house his father announced that he had free passes for dinner for five at a fancy restaurant. He asked me if I wanted to go as his guest. I told them I would love to but I would have to go home and change, I couldn't go as I was, in genes and a tee shirt. "Don't worry about that, Tina." Margaret said. "I'm sure we can find something of mine for you. I know we are the same size." It took a second or two before I realized what she just said. "Wa..WA...what are you talking about?" I stammered. "I, that is, we know all about you. Stan told us. Do you think we don't know about Stan? We've known about him for years and we love him. He told us that you have been borrowing my clothes and how pretty you look in them. Come on. Let's go pick out something for you." She took me by my hand and led me; actually, she pulled me, to her room. I was so stunned, and surprised that I went along without saying a word. By the time we got to her room I found my tongue. "Would you like to shower first?" She asked me. I said I would. She handed me a satin robe and a bar of floral scented soap. "I'll pick out something for you, or would you like to pick something out yourself?" "I will let you." I said and turned around and went to the bathroom. I undressed completely and took a luxurious shower. I emerged wearing the robe. "You can dress while I shower; your things are on the bed. I hope you like them, and that they fit." I noticed a pile of things on her bed, and I noticed that my padding, which I usually kept in the trunk of Stan's car, was there too. To make it short and sweet, Margaret left me all red, a bra, panties and red tinted pantyhose. I put them on, along with my padding. I reached for the dress. It was beautiful. I had noticed it that weekend we, Stan and I, had spent as "Man and Wife". It was red. It had an off the shoulder neck, long sleeves and showed an awful lot of leg. It was really beautiful and, with the help of my padding, gave me a beautiful body. There was a wide belt; red of course, that I didn't think looked good around my waist. I had just finished straightening everything out and was admiring myself in the mirror when Margaret came out of the bathroom wrapped in her robe. "That belt is supposed to go down around your hips." I dropped it to my hips and she was right it did look better. She went to her dresser and took out some lingerie. I was sitting on her bed putting on my red shoes. I looked up and saw her step out of her robe and, stark naked, start putting on her panties, "Margaret. What are you doing?" I shouted. She looked at me for a second, "Oh my God. I forgot." She turned her back to me and finished dressing. I asked if she wanted me to leave the room. She said, "No, you've seen everything that there is, besides, I need someone to zip my dress. My mother usually does it; my best girlfriend may as well do it." Her remark, "My best girlfriend" pleased me. We had been good friends but that was with Oscar. I zipped her up. "Now, girlfriend, sit while I do your hair and make up." I sat and she started. I am not going to bore you with a step by step of this procedure, I will however, relate to you what she said while doing my make up. There had never been any secret that her brother was gay, and they accepted him the way he was. He had brought several boys home, I was not the first, but I was the first cross dresser he had taken up with. They did not know I dressed at first but, as was his habit; he showed them many of the pictures he had taken of us, and me. Margaret had, of course, recognized her clothes and allowed Stan to take them for me. She and her parents had liked me from the beginning. They did not want to come right out and tell me they knew I dressed, and was the same girl they had met a few times because they did not want to embarrass me. She finished my make up, "now girlfriend, let's see what we can do with your hair. From the pics, and what Stan says, you usually do it in a pony tail, right?" "Right." I said looking at myself in the mirror. I was ecstatic at the results of my make up. I looked so much different, so much like a young girl. "I really can't do much with the time we have but I have an idea. I'll be right back." She said and left the room. She returned in a few minutes with a box. She pulled out the auburn wig that Stan wore that first weekend as Joanna. When she finished and I saw the whole new me in the mirror I was astounded, I was more beautiful than even I imagined I could be. I wanted to look this good all the time. Stan and his parents were waiting for us when we went to the family room. So many ooohs and ahhhs. Stan's father called my parents to tell them I was going out with them and asked if I could stay overnight, he would bring me home the next afternoon. They agreed. Margaret and I sat in back of the car talking, she got to know the real me and said I would make Stan a good wife some day. I blushed, I never even thought of something like that, we, Stan and I were just living from day to day as girl friend and boyfriend. She also told me that just yesterday they talked about me changing at their house instead of the field house as I had been doing; as a matter of fact, this dinner was all about that, giving me and Stan their blessing. I was so happy hearing this that I started to cry. The dinner was fine and there was dancing where I danced with both Stan and his father; his father was an excellent dancer. We didn't get home till after two. Margaret gave me one of her sheer night gowns to sleep in; I slept with Stan, and Margaret told us not to do anything she wouldn't do, we didn't, we were still too young. The school year was over and the schools were having their proms. Stan and I were still living our separate lives. We both so wanted to go to the prom but neither of us had a girlfriend to take; Stan, naturally, could not take Tina. His father, William, Bill, came up with a solution. The local Elks club, of which he was a member, was having a fancy dress dance the same weekend; he suggested Stan and Tina go. We both loved that idea but that left me with a problem, I had no gown. Since two months ago when they told me they knew about me, I had bought a lot of clothes with my allowance and kept them, along with things Margaret gave me, at there house in a spare room. Margaret said she would go with me to get one, we had become good friends and did most of my girl shopping together. We bought a beautiful gown, along with everything a girl would need for her first prom; we referred to the dance as the prom just to keep the mood. The week before the prom was hell as far as I was concerned. I had to listen to all the girls at school talking about their gowns and dates and what they were going to do. I wanted so much to join in the conversation and tell them about my gown and the guy I was going with. The night finally came and Margaret and her mother helped me get ready. Margaret laced me into a corselet to pull my waist and make my gown fit better. My gown was light blue and had a tight waist and the skirt was wide and came to my ankles. My make up was done to perfection, (another disappointment, I wanted to have it done professionally and my hair done at a beauty Parlor like all the girls at school). My shoes were nothing more than heels and soles held on with gold straps and were, for the first few minutes until I got used to them, difficult to walk in. There was one surprise though. Margaret had my wig, actually, her auburn one that I wore a lot, styled. I don't think I could have looked more beautiful, I do know that I could not have felt any happier. The lodge was decorated beautifully and they had a dance band. The only problem was that about seventy five percent of the couples there were older than the teens that were at the prom. There were some teens who, for one reason or another, did not go to the prom. I recognized two or three of them but had no worry of them recognizing me; I don't think my own parents would know me the way I looked that night. I danced with some of the kids...and with some of the older men but mostly, I danced with the "guy what brung me." The dance was over and it was time to go home. Have you ever done something so dammed stupid that you deserved anything that happened as a result? We did it that night and it changed my life forever. Stan and I had had a few drinks, we never drank before but this night was special, so what we did could be blamed on the booze. He drove me home where we made out for about a half hour before I got out of the car to go into the garage to change. I saw him turn at the corner and opened the garage door, not the overhead one. All at once I realized I was not supposed to be here, he was supposed to take me to his house. Then the door from the kitchen opened and my father came in. "Who the hell are you and what do you want in my garage?" he shouted as he turned on the light. I had never been so busted. It took a good ten seconds before he recognized me. "You...what the hell are you doing in a dress you little pervert?" I knew my mouth was working but nothing came out. He slapped my face knocking me to the floor. I stood up and started to cry. "Don't give me any waterworks you dammed queer, just get the hell out of here. I don't want to see your face ever again." "Dad...please... let me explain..." I said through my tears. "There is nothing to explain. Get the fuck out of my sight." "Where do you expect me to go?" "Go live with your queer boyfriend. I saw you and him kissing in the car. I saw you get out and come on the garage. I wondered what a girl was going in here and what she wanted. Now...get the fuck out of here before I kill you." He slapped me a few times and tore my beautiful gown. I could taste blood in my mouth. I stood up just as my mother came to see what the noise was all about. She saw everything but I knew I would get no help from her, she was deathly afraid of my father. I stumbled out to the back alley, I had a time walking because not only was my gown torn but I broke the heel of one of my shoes. I had been crying the entire time and all I could think of was what a mess I must have been with my gown torn, my shoe broken and my make up all runny from my tears, and my wig all askew. I knew that if I didn't get out of there my father would kill me. I took my cell phone from my purse and called the only one I knew who would help me; I called Stan. He was just getting home. All that had happened had happened in less than five minutes. He said he would be right there to get me. I sat on a bench on the corner. I saw his car coming. I was still crying when he screeched to a halt in front of me. He was out of the car and had me in his arms before I could stand up. As soon as he had his arms around me I stopped crying, I knew I was safe and there was nothing to worry about. He saw how I looked with my torn dress, my wig messed up and the blood and bruises on my face. In the car I told him everything, when I phoned all I told him was that I needed him to come pick me up. I was alright by the time we reached his house; he called home while on the way and explained what had happened. His mother and sister took charge; they took me to Margaret's room and helped me out of my gown. "It's not too bad; I can fix it like new." His mother, Alice, said, referring to my gown. Margaret gave me a night gown and robe to put on. She washed my face and cleaned my bruises and cut lip. I kept my bra and panties on under my gown. It never occurred to me to ask Stan for pajamas, I guess I was still into character, I was still Tina. I was told that I could stay with them until my father calmed down. I told them that it may be a long time; he is a stubborn and unforgiving man. After I was cleaned up and feeling better I couldn't stay awake any longer. Stan took me to his room and climbed into bed with me. All I knew about my future was that I had a place to stay...and I would have a fat lip and black eye in the morning. As far as the rest of my life...I had no clue. It has been three weeks since my father found me in a dress and threw me out of the house. My bruises and black eye had cleared up completely. Life with Stan and his family was good but I missed my mother. I had been calling her almost every day just to let her know that I was as well as could be expected. I was given the spare room for myself because I was living as Tina and if I was a girl, it would not be right for me to be sleeping with Stan, but I did spend a few nights in Stan's room. We did not have sex, we just cuddled. Stan's parent's requested that I live as either Oscar or Tina, I liked Tina better so I opted for her, besides, I had absolutely nothing to wear and Stan and his father were too big for me to wear any of their things; Margaret gave me free use of her thing's and she was my size. We, Margaret and I became good friends; she taught me all about how to take care of myself as a girl. She showed me what a girl has to go through to be beautiful. Together we got ready for bed by using all those creams and lotions a girl used at bed time. Soon my skin was as smooth as hers. If I was not so despondent about being thrown out of my house I could have been in heaven. I was living as a girl (my dream) and I was living with my boyfriend and I had some of the prettiest clothes a girl could want. I had been there about a week. It was Sunday and Stan and his family had some relatives over for dinner and I was introduced as Tina, Stan's girlfriend, so too was I introduced to some of Margaret's girlfriends who were there almost every day after work. Margaret was a manager at a fast food place. Within a week I was established as Stan's live in girlfriend. My facial injuries were covered up by make up. Now that I had been there three weeks I wanted to get a job, Oscar worked every summer, so why couldn't Tina? I needed spending money and I wanted to get some clothes for myself. Margaret got me a job at her place, as a counter girl. Since the afternoon of the prom I had not worn anything male, not even underwear and guess what? I didn't miss it, not one bit. Work was fun and the people friendly. Some of the girls there were Margaret's friends and had met me at her house. They were glad that Stan had met a girl and told me that they hoped that I could "turn him around and make a man out of him"; I told them that I would see what I could do. One day when I had been there, at work, a few days, my mother showed up. I saw her across the room and asked for a ten minute break. I walked over to where she was sitting. I stood by her table. She looked up at me and asked if I knew Tina. (I had called her and told her that I was living as a girl and where I was working.) It was a few seconds before she realized who I was. I told her to take her things so we could go in the back yard where there were tables and we could have some privacy. She said that I was very pretty, not like she thought I would look. The only time she had seen me I was disheveled and had dirt and blood on my face. We hugged for a long while, I was so glad to see her. We talked for long past my ten minute break but I didn't care; I was living with the manager. I told mom that tomorrow was payday and I wanted to go shopping for clothes and I wanted her to come with me and Margaret. She said she would be so happy to. "I always wanted to take my daughter shopping but I did not have a daughter, now I do." She left and I'm sure that her eyes were as full of tears as mine were. The rest of the day was good because I saw my mother, it was the best I felt since this all happened. At home that night I told Stan and his parents about my mom and me going shopping together, along with Margaret. They said that they thought maybe Margaret not go so that I could be with my mother. I thought it over and agreed, we may want some privacy. I snuck into Stan's room that night and slept comfortably in his arms, there was no sex. As a matter of fact there was hardly any sex in or relationship; there was a lot of making out and cuddling and sometimes playing with each other but never any farther. To be blunt, the most we ever did was use our hands on each other. I had told my mother where I lived so she picked me up just before noon. I dressed for girl shopping, something that I could get on and off easily. Previously, most of my clothes had been bought either through a catalog or with me rushing into a store, pointing at something "for my sister" and rushing out. Shopping with my mother was so much different, I didn't know that in order to buy one dress you had to try on at least three. I wound up spending most of my first paycheck on clothes and my mother even bought me some things, would you believe that she bought the sexiest underwear for me, and a few nightgowns. She said the night gown; the sheer one with the almost non existent robe should turn my man on. She treated me as of I really was her daughter, I loved her so for accepting me; I wished my dad would. I forgave him for the way he treated me, if I could only get him to understand, my being this way was not a choice; it is a hand I was dealt and I had to play it. Mom did promise she would do all she could to get dad to accept me as I was, not as he wanted me to be. I could accept his not wanting to see me dressed as Tina. I could limit that to like it was before, me just dressing to go out but instead of doing it on the sneak, I could dress at home and with the help of my mother, just like the average teen age girl. When mom dropped me off she helped me with my packages. She met Margaret and their parents, she already knew Stan. She stayed awhile and got to know them. She thanked them profusely for taking me in. The rest of the summer was fun but uneventful. I worked, saw my mother once or twice a week and spent most of my spare time with Stan. The only thing missing was my father. Mom did say that she had a gut feeling that he was softening up. Just before Labor Day Stan and his family received a letter, actually an invitation, in the mail. The return address was mine, rather my old house. Margaret opened it, read it and handed it to me, I read it and almost cried. It was a birth announcement but worded a bit different, there was no mistaking its meaning. "Mr. and Mrs. ------- wish to announce the birth of their daughter, Tina. She will be presented this weekend at (my old address). We sincerely hope that all of you will bless us with your presence." It was hand signed by my father. Did this mean that he wants me back and that he is accepting me as I am? It took about three seconds for me to dial home. Mom answered the phone. "Mom, I got the letter. What does it mean? Can I come home? Can I be me?" "Yes," she said with a sob, I think she was crying. "Your father wants you to come home. He is here. Do you want to speak to him?" "Yes," I said. If he started in on me I would hang up immediately. I heard mom hand dad the phone, there was a brief few seconds of silence before I heard, "Hello...Tina. It's daddy." Daddy, I never called him that, but a girl would call her father daddy. "Hi...daddy. How are you?" I looked at Margaret and Stan. Discretely, they got up and left the room, presumably to give me some privacy. I'll get to the bottom line about the phone call. My mother tried and tried to convince my father that I could not help the way I was but had no luck. One day she did talk him into going on line and read about people like me, cross dressers and people born in the wrong body. We are not gay; we do not see ourselves as male, or female in the other case. We see our selves as the opposite sex; males see themselves as female and female as male. He read a lot about it. He even went so far as to read many stories on the story sites. There is one talented and prolific writer that affected him greatly. He went so far as to see a psychologist who convinced him that the only thing wrong with me was that I was the wrong sex. "I want you to come home...Tina, and if you want, you can bring your boyfriend and his family. We can have a cook out and I can get to know my daughter. What do you say honey, I love you." "I love you too daddy. We will be there, at least I will be there, but are you asking Tina or Oscar?" "I already know Oscar. I want to meet Tina and learn all about her. I have so much to learn...and unlearn." There was some more small talk before we both had to hang up because of the tears. I told Stan and the others what had just happened. They were happy for me and would be there with me on Saturday when my father got to meet his new daughter. This was Wednesday, I had three days. Three of the slowest days in history. I know I could have gotten Stan, or someone else to take me home then and there but I didn't want to make waves, if that was the way daddy wanted it, that was the way daddy got it. Did you get that, I was thinking of him as daddy, not dad, not pop...or my father, just daddy. Margaret convinced me that a girl needs something special for such and event, she called it my "coming out party." What does a girl do for a special event, any special event? She goes shopping and gets her hair done and her nails and a lot of other stuff. The next day after work we, Margaret, my best friend and "sister" headed for the beauty shop. I had been there once before when I first moved in and I loved the pampering I, we, get there. I got my by now, long hair lightened, cut and styled. I did not get it permed because I had to go back to school next week. Part of the agreement when I moved in was that if I was there by the time school opened I would have to attend as Oscar. If everything went right and I moved back home I still would attend school, there would be no change there, Oscar needed an education. Saturday morning I put out the dress Margaret and I bought the other day. "You can't wear that, it is too fancy. No girl would wear something like that to a cook out. I get you something." She said and proceeded to get something from my dresser. A cotton skirt and a sleeveless turtle neck top. "Then why did I buy it?" I asked. I started putting on what she picked out for me. [ I need to take a break her to mention that during my stay there I had acquired breast forms, mastectomy pads, and a couple of panties that gave me hips and an attractive ass. I wore them all the time that they became a part of me.] "Girlfriend, you still have a lot to learn about being a girl. A girl does not buy a dress because she needs it, a girl buys a dress because..." The five of us drove to my house. Needless to say, I was one nervous Nelly. I could see my mother and father in the back yard as we pulled up in the driveway. I got out of the car first, took Stans hand and walked through the gate to the back yard. I saw my father looking me as I approached. I don't know who was more nervous, he or I. mom stepped in, took my hand and led me up to my fath...daddy. Ralph, (daddy's name) I want you to meet Tina. Isn't she beautiful?" Daddy took me in his arms and almost squeezed the life out of me. "You are beautiful. You look just like your mother when she was your age. Welcome home." He reached for his handkerchief and wiped his eyes, and mine. "First things first daddy. What happened between us...never happened, ok." "I want that so much to be true. I was such a fool. I..." I put my finger to his lips to quiet him. He released me from his arms, turned to Stan. "I assume this is the young man that has been taking care of you all summer." He said and shook Stan's hand. The cookout was a success, the reunion was a success. My parents and Stans got along fine and there was no mention of the incident that caused all this. I promised that I would move back in the next day. I had my hair cut in a brush cut for school. I had the cut hair made into a wig so I could wear it on weekends which I spent at Stan's and when mom, dad and I would go out together. I was leading a wonderful life and had no regrets, well, I had a few. Stan and I could not spend our lunch hour holding hands and kissing as the other kids at school did. And he could not take me to the school dances, but there was always the lodge where we had our first dance. Daddy even took me to the annual Father and Daughter dance at the Lodge. When Stan and I were eighteen we made the big step. Mom and Stan's mom were the Matron's of honor. My dad, naturally, gave me away and Stan's dad was the best man. Margaret and a few of the girls from work (I kept my job at the fast food place, part time after school and weekends) were bridesmaids. Within a year I had my final operation and truly became my father's daughter and my husband's wife, in the physical sense.