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THE CHANGELING BY JANICE Part 1: My name is Glen; I was twelve year sold when I ran away from home and changed my life forever. My Mother and Father were both drunks and very abusive to my sister, Connie, and me. Connie is three years older then me. I had always tried to be a good boy for them but no matter what I did, I never did anything right, they were never satisfied. They wanted me to do better. It was report card time and although I had gotten three "A"s on it all they saw was the one "C". I was grounded for the first two weeks of the summer. I had taken as much as I could. I argued with them and was beaten. I made up my mind right then and there that I was going to run away as soon as they passed out or fell asleep. I told my sister what I was going to do, she tried to talk me out of it but I would not be swayed. I was leaving. She gave me some money and when our parents were passed out we gave each other a hug and kiss and I was on my way to a, hopefully, better life. I had no idea where I was going. I just wanted to be gone. I ran out of money in a matter of days. I had been sleeping out for a few nights but this night it was raining and I was cold and I was hungry. I thought I might hitch a ride. A nice woman and her two daughters, Dawn and Debby, 16 and 14, respectively, picked me up. About forty-five minutes later we stopped for something to eat. They knew I had no money and asked me to let them buy me supper. I agreed. We stopped at a diner and during the meal I let slip that I was a runaway, I think they sort of knew that any way. The Mother, Angela, asked if I wanted to stay with them for awhile. It sounded good to me. I stayed. They were moving to a new house in a new town. There were three daughters but one of them, Cynthia, and their father; had been killed in a car accident a few weeks ago. After eating we were again on our way. It was still raining. Angela was too tired to drive the hundred and some miles left to the new house. We stopped at a motel and rented adjoining rooms. I wondered about the sleeping arrangements. There was nothing to worry about; Angela and I would share one room and the sisters the other. All I had to my name was a pair of cut off jeans and a dirty tee shirt, which I was wearing. "We will have to get you something to sleep in," Angela said and went to the girl's room. She returned with some things under her arm. "Why don't you go take a shower? You can put these on when you finish." She handed me the bundle, which I took to the bathroom with me. I took a long, hot shower. After drying myself I picked up the pile of things from the top of the toilet. Looking through them I got a bit confused; there was a pair of girl's panties, a girl's gown and robe and a pair of fuzzy slippers. "Angela, I think you made a mistake. These are girl's things." I called to her. "There is no mistake. They are girl's things. Put them on. I have no boy's things. Where would I get boy's things?" "Well I can't wear them. Give me my shorts and shirt. I can put them on." "Just put on what I gave you. I'll wash your stuff later. It's all right. What is wrong with them, don't they fit?" I don't know. I guess it 's alright." I put on the panties and gown. It was flannel and felt so fresh and clean. It was long, to my ankles, with a ruffle at the bottom. It was covered with little teddy bears. The robe was also long and matched the gown. I felt silly when I went out to the other room. "You look cute," Angela said with a smile. "I feel like a geek." Just then Dawn and Debby came in from their rooms. Both were in their gowns and robes. They too said I was cute. I was relieved; I thought they would laugh at me and make fun. "I think I look like a fool," I said embarrassed. "I think I can fix that. Sit here a minute," Dawn said. I sat and she started brushing my long hair. She brushed it out and tied it in a ponytail with a red ribbon. When I saw how I looked in the mirror I felt less like a jerk. I would almost say I liked the way I looked, almost but not quite. I even felt better. The girl's and I watched TV while Angela showered and got ready for bed. A fly on the wall would have thought there were three girls and a woman in that room. "Well girl's, we have a long drive in front of us tomorrow. What say we get some sleep?" I went to bed and was half asleep when I realised what she said. I was asleep almost immediately. Part 2 I was shaken awake. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was, and even longer to figure out why I was wearing a girl's gown. I pulled the covers off me and got out of bed, still a bit sleepy. As I reached for my robe I saw that it too was a girl's, I came fully awake and remembered everything. Angela, dawn and Debbie were sitting around my bed. Angela had a newspaper in her hand. She showed it to me. There was a picture of me and a story about me being missing. "Look at this," Angela said. "Your picture is all over, even on TV If we get caught with you, we may get in trouble, and I'm sure you don't want to go back home from what you told me about your Mother and Father." "I don't want to go home and I don't want you to get into trouble. I guess I will get dressed and be on my way," I said, "Thanks for your help." "There is a way you can stay with us if you want to." One of the girls' said. "How?" "Look at this picture and look at yourself," Angela said and took me to a mirror. I looked. I saw myself in the gown and robe. I did not understand. "If you looked like this, no one would recognize you." I, at first did not fully understand what she was trying to say. Do you mean that as long as I am wearing this robe no one will recognize me? I can't go around in a gown and robe," "You are such a brick head. No, I mean if you were a girl no one will recognize you." "But I'm not a girl." "Don't be so thick. Think about it. Look again." She said pointing to my reflection in the mirror. It finally dawned on me what she was trying to say. "I think I get it. If I was a girl, no one would know me." "You got it kiddo." "But where will I get girl's clothes?" "Are you always this dense? Look around you. "Where did you get what you are wearing? We still have some of Cynthia's things in the car and as you can see, they fit you. We all agreed you could stay with us if you want to, but if you do; it will have to be as Cynthia. If you agree, fine. If not, here are your things. You can put them on and be on your way." I wanted to not go home so badly that I did not have to think. "I'll do it. I'll stay with you." Those seven words changed my life from that time on. Glen would no longer exist; Cynthia would be back with the Campbell's. Debbie went to the car and came back with a suitcase. She took out some things. "Here, you can put these on while we get dressed. " She handed me a pile of clothes. I was not too sure of my decision now that I actually had to wear girl's clothes and be in public, but I wanted even less to go back home or be back on the road alone. I also didn't want to get these people in trouble for trying to help me, so I put them on. I still had the panties on, next came a white camisole with pink ribbons at the neck. I pulled it over my head and smoothed it down my chest. I looked in the mirror and did a few poses to see how it looked. Next came a dress. It was white and blue vertical stripes with a low waist and two little bows at both sides and a bit of lace hanging down from the hem. The short sleeves were puffed, with elastic cuffs, and a lace collar with a pretty pink bow at the throat. It zipped up the back but I could not reach around to zip it. I went out and asked Debbie, who was the first one I saw, if she could help me. She did and gave me a pair of white ankle sox and black shoes with one-inch heels which fit as well as the clothes. "Let me fix your hair while we wait for the others to finish." She said. I sat and she undid the ribbon holding my ponytail, brushed and sprayed my hair and fixed it in a fancier ponytail. "I think you could use a little lipstick," She said. "Not in this lifetime. That is where I draw the line." "Oh, come on. Just a little. You will hardly even know it is there. Please. For me." "OK but just a little." I watched her closely. She was right. Angela and Dawn finished whatever they were doing. I sat there while they packed their things after telling me how pretty I looked. I was embarrassed, whether from being in a dress or being told I was pretty, I do not know, but it was probably both. I was fine until it was time to leave the room and I had to go outside. I froze in my tracks. I had to be pulled and tugged to the car. I sat in the back seat between Debbie and Dawn who held my hands. As we drove to a restaurant for breakfast I relaxed a little. I was able to get out of the car by myself. We took a table and I saw that no one gave me a second look. By the time we finished I knew I would have no trouble passing as a girl, as Cynthia. All I had to do is nothing. People do not go around thinking that every girl they see is really a boy in a dress, The only time I got a little edgy was when I had to go to the bathroom, I could not go to the men's room dressed as a girl, and being a boy, how could I go to the girl's room? I had little choice in the matter; I went in the Ladies room. We all went to the ladies room. During the rest of the drive we reached an agreement. Basically it was this; I could stay with these people as long as I wanted to, but as long as I was with them I had to be Cynthia. I had to take her name and place in the family, after all, Cynthia had a life on paper, and all her records were here with Angela. I could leave anytime I wanted but if I did, all I could take with me was what I came with, a pair of cut off jeans and a torn tee shirt. I had to obey all rules and regulations of the family. It sounded cool to me. I thought I would stay for a week, maybe two; I could wear dresses that long if I had to. We made one more meal stop. It was about noon and we were all getting hungry. We stopped off at a restaurant where we could get some sandwiches and eat at a picnic table outside. To help boost my confidence and to share in the work, I had to go in alone for the sandwiches. I guess I was not as confident as I thought because as soon as I stepped out of the car and straightened out my dress my stomach turned over. I was given a list and a purse with money in it. As I walked across the parking lot I felt a breeze blow up my dress, it felt funny but interesting. I got the food and we ate it at the table. This time there was no problem with me going to the ladies room. I feel that I must give you a brief history here. It was three weeks ago that Cynthia and her father was buried. The family was planning to move anyway so everything had been packed and most had been sent on ahead to the new house. A neighbor had been asked to see that the furniture was put in the right rooms. The clothes and other things were still in boxes. The trunk of the car was filled with things that would be needed for the cross-country trip. There had been no time to sort out Cynthia's things to be given to charity. Maybe Angela wanted to hold on to them as long as possible. All I had to do was step in and take over; it was a bit eerie knowing I was taking over a dead girl's life. Part 3 Angela was a registered nurse and had taken a job at a local hospital. I was really surprised to see the house. I had lived in a small apartment all my life, this was huge to me, and it was so big. There was one thing that had been bothering me though, where was I going to sleep? I could not be sharing a room with any of the girl's, or even Angela. The answer came soon enough; there were five bedrooms. We each had our own. The furniture was all in place and boxes were in the middle of the proper rooms. Angela showed us which rooms were ours. She said that as long as I was living there I was to call her mom, so mom it is. Debbie and I had rooms next to each other with a bathroom in between and across the hall were Dawn's room and a guestroom. Mom's room was downstairs. "You better get started unpacking your things," Debbie said, "The first thing I suggest you do is find something more suitable to wear. You might try looking in one of those boxes." She said pointing to a small pile of boxes. "OK," I said and picked up one of the boxes she indicated. I opened it and spilled it out on my bed. I rummaged through the pile until I found a pair of black tights and an oversized tee shirt with a tic-tac-toe game on front. Debbie unzipped the back of my dress. I thanked her. She went to her room. I took off my dress and put on the tights and shirt. I found a pair of ankle sox and tennis shoes. I had gone through several boxes and put most of the stuff away. I had to ask for help a few times because I did not know what went where. I soon had things pretty much in order when the bell rang downstairs. Mom answered it. "Girl's, come on down here, I want you to meet our neighbor," she yelled from downstairs. It took me a few seconds to realize that girl's was me too. I stopped what I was doing and went down to meet whoever it was. I met Dawn in the hall, "You will be all right, just be cool." "I'm all right," I said and gave her a smile. We all got to the living room at the same time. "These are my girl's, Dawn, Debbie and Cynthia," Mom introduced us to Mrs. Dunn, our neighbor. It was she who took care of getting the house ready for us. She worked for the real estate agent. She was about fifty years old and lived next door. "You have such lovely girl's, and the young one is so precious." She said and gave us each a kiss on our cheeks. I was a bit nervous; I am basically shy and always get nervous when meeting new people. She asked if we wanted to go over to her house for supper. She said she thought we would be too tired to make anything ourselves. Mom said we would be over in about an hour. We had to clean up and change our clothes. I was told that except when in bed I was to always wear a camisole under my shirt. I took a quick shower and changed. My room was still somewhat of a mess so I took the first decent things I lay my hands on, a blue tee shirt with white trim at the sleeves and neck, and a studded star on the chest; a pair of pink hot pants that were tight. On my feet a pair of white tennis shoes. I brushed my hair the only way I knew how, parted in the middle and down both sides. I then put in a little pink hat. I thought I looked real cute. I did not want to put on any lipstick but Dawn said I would look so much cuter. As I waited for the others to get ready I reflected back and could not believe I had been with these people for about twenty- four hours, it seemed so much longer. We were so tired that by ten o'clock we were ready for bed. Last night I wore a flannel night gown to bed; it felt so good I wore another one that night. With the help of Dawn and Debbie I had my room fixed up in a couple of days; remember I had no experience at this. Sunday rolled around. I found out the night before that they had a sort of tradition, on Sundays they all got dressed in their finest dresses, went to church, went to brunch and spent the day doing something together. This week, being in a new town; we would do some sightseeing. I asked Debbie to help me find something nice to wear; I still did not have an eye for fashion. She picked my outfit from the skin out. She seemed to like lace because every time she helped me pick things out, she chose at least one thing with lace. The first thing she picked was a pair of lace trimmed panties which I put on in the bathroom. I then went to my room where she was waiting with the rest of my things in one pile and her things in another. I was a bit taken aback because she was sitting on my bed in just her bra and panties. I tried to not look at her. She smiled and said that she and Cynthia often got dressed together, "But, I'm not Cynthia," I reminded her. "I'm not stupid," she said, "but if you are going to be her you may as well go all the way." I was given a pair of nude panty hose and an undershirt. My dress was a two piece thing. The skirt was white, pleated with a blue stripe around the bottom near the hem. It had an elastic waist. The sleeveless top was white with blue polka dots. It came with a blue blazer with white lapels. My sox were white with lace at the turned down tops. My shoes were black patent leather pumps. I admired myself in the mirror while Debbie dressed. "Why don't I have...you know," I said pointing to my chest, "Boobs?" Because you are too young, you are only 11, you will be 12 in October." "That's not right. I'm 12 and will be 13 in November," I told her. "Not you silly, Cynthia. Are you about ready?" I will be when you help me with my hair." She did. I put on my straw hat and lace gloves, picked up my purse, which was a wicker basket with some girl stuff in it, and followed her down the stairs where I had to pass inspection, which I did. Then we went to church. Church was something new to me; I had never been to church in my life. Brunch was really nice. We entered the restaurant and were greeted by a host who led us to a table. I smoothed my skirt under me as I sat; I learned this from watching my new sisters. We ate and talked for awhile. Mom said that she had to report to work the next day. Dawn had a summer job at the same hospital. Debbie and I would be alone for most of the day. I realized I had been there for a week tomorrow, it seemed like so much longer. We did some sight seeing mostly to see what was where in town, and went to a movie. At home we sent out for a Pizza. I felt so good all over and did not want to change my dress like the others did, so I spent the rest of the day in it. I also spent a lot of time looking in a mirror. Until last week when I met these people, I would never have considered wearing a dress. That is not exactly true, there were a few times when home alone, I would put on one of my mothers or sisters dresses but that don't count. Now I was doing it so I could stay here and be part of the family, and I was beginning to like it. I knew I would be paying more attention to what I wore and how I looked. Knowing that I would be alone with Debbie in the morning I asked her to pick out my things for tomorrow. I knew it would be mostly tee shirts and shorts or tights or genes, but which would go with what. She started by picking out my sleep things for that night. She got me a knee length sleeveless gown with matching robe and powder blue fuzzy slippers. I wore the same under garments that I wore during the day, I didn't know if this was kosher but if anyone knew they did not say anything. Part 4 It was fun being home alone with Debbie. I had a lot of fun and I learned a lot. One thing I learned that made a big difference in my fashion was...well, let me start from the beginning, it was during the first week alone with her. We were in the living room playing a board game, I think it was called "Dream Date" or something like that, I know it was a girl's game. All of a sudden Debbie cried out, "Oh shit," and ran like hell to her bedroom. I did not know what happened. I ran after her and followed her into her room. She had her pant's down and I could see blood coming from between her legs. "What happened? Are you all right?" I was almost in a panic. "Oh yes. I'm fine. Hand me that blue box and please leave." I gave her the box she indicated and left. I knew I should not be seeing her half- naked like that. I realized what was happening. She got cleaned up, changed her clothes and we finished the game. She kept looking at me like she was embarrassed that I saw her that way. I told her that I really did not see much and that I was worried, I was glad she was all right. After the game I went to the bathroom myself. The box was still on the bowl. Just to see how it felt to wear one I put one on under my panties. When I pulled up my stretch pants I noticed that the thing that made it necessary for me to wear big shirts over my pants was gone. In other words, no bulge between my legs. I looked from all angles, no bulge. I was elated. I ran to my room and changed into a regular shirt. Back in the living room Debbie kept looking at me as if there was something different but she did not know what. "Now I don't have to be so careful," I told her pointing to between my legs. She put her arms around me and gave me a hug, which I returned. When mom and Dawn came home we said nothing hoping they would notice, they didn't. We got distracted with preparing supper and never did bring it up; besides, I don't think it is the kind of thing one talks about, "Look ma, no bulge." She did notice later that night. I told her what I did. She thought I was brilliant and within a day or so I had a holder of my own to give me that smooth look. I had been there about three weeks and felt like I was getting cabin fever. I mean I had to get out of the house. I was not being prevented from going out, I just did not feel ready, but it was getting to me. I told Debbie that the next day I was going to take a bike and go for a ride around town. She thought it was a good idea and asked if I wanted her to go with me. I thought that would defeat the purpose. "I have an idea." She said and went to her bedroom. She returned shortly with a bunch of bras in her hand. "You remember that you mentioned several times that you thought you were too flat chested for a girl your age? These are my old training bras; you can have them if you want and if they fit. Take off your top and undershirt and try one on." I took off my things; I slipped my arms through the straps, turned around and had her hook the back for me. "It seems to fit. It feels weird. But how does that do any good, I still have no breasts." "You will in a minute," She took a bag of cosmetic cotton balls and stuffed some into the small cups. It took her a few minutes to get them even. With my shirt back on, it looked like I had breasts. I felt satisfied. "You look more mature now. Do you want to go a bit further?" I felt good enough, what more could she mean? "How much farther? And how do you know about this?" I asked pointing to my breasts. "I used to be a little girl. We all did that. Would you like to see what you would look like with some make up and some color around your eyes?" "Why not. Just don't get carried away." She put a little lipstick on my lips, which I thought made my lips look a bit fuller and a little eye shadow that accented my eyes. We stood there in front of the mirror with our arms around each other's waists. "Look at this," I said pointing to myself in the mirror, "Would you believe that that cute girl is the same scruffy looking guy that came here just three weeks ago?" "Never," she said. She put her arms around me and gave me a sisterly kiss on my lips. "I am so glad to have you here. It is as if Cynthia is back. Why don't you stay like this until Dawn and mom come home? I am sure they would like to see you like this." "OK I really like the way I look, and I feel... I feel different too. I don't know in what way... just different." Can you blame me if I spent a lot of time that day looking in the mirror sticking out my chest? Just before mom and Dawn came home Debbie fixed my hair and make up. When they saw me they both smiled and gave me a big hug. (I must say here that in the three weeks I have been here I have been hugged more than in my entire life before. They were a family of huggers.) I told mom I wanted to go to town the next day, she said she would give me some money. Right after supper she wanted to do some shopping with me, alone. At the mall she took me to the teen shop. She picked out some bras. In the dressing room where we went to try them on I removed my shirt and bra. Forgetting the cups were filled with cotton balls. We managed to pick them all up and stuff them into the cups of the new bra. This one seemed to fit better. I wound up with a half dozen new bras. She then went to a fabric shop where she picked up some thick padded cotton. On the drive home I thanked my mom for everything. I realised that I was beginning to think as if I was a girl, wanting breasts, wanting to look my best and even wanting to wear a little lipstick. I sat close to her even though there was a lot of room in the car. I might add that my sisters would walk around the house in their panties and bras, now I could too and I would the first chance I got. Mom took my new bras to her sewing room and made padding from the material we got at the material shop. I did not have to fill them with cotton balls anymore. I took advantage the next morning and had breakfast with my sisters in my bra and panties. Mom and Dawn gave me the usual good by hug and kiss before going to work. They told me to have a good time and to be careful. I put on a pair of jogging shorts over my pantyhose, I always wore pantyhose when I wore something that showed my legs, and a snug tee shirt, now that I had something to show. The shirt was a white Mickey Mouse shirt. My shoes, my favorite pair of white canvas shoes. I brushed out my hair, which was long and full thanks to being shampooed and conditioned several times a week. There is an ordinance in this town that all bikers had to wear helmets so I strapped one on, checked my fanny pack and was on my way to see the world, well; at least the town. Part 5 As I rode I felt the wind blowing my hair out behind me. I liked this feeling. I just rode around with no special place in mind, a regular Dora the Explorer. I intended to wind up at the burger place at about noon. My timing was good. I got there a little after 12 o'clock. I picked up my order and took it outside to eat it at one of the tables. I just started eating when a girl that looked about my age asked if we could share the table; all the others were full. I smiled and told her to sit. I was nervous, I was all alone this time with no one to help me if I goofed, there was only one thing I could do...don't goof. "My name is Beth. You live in that yellow house on Bleeker Street don't you?" "Cynthia, yes I do...live there I mean. With my Mother and sisters. We have been too busy getting settled in to get out much. We are settled in now so we, I, can start getting out." I realized I still did not know very much about Cynthia. I was glad that she did not ask too many questions. The ones she did ask I was able to answer or bluff. We became friends and after eating she volunteered to show me around town. Now I had been on sightseeing tours with the family and peddling around this morning but not with someone who knew their way around. I also wanted to meet some kids my age. Beth showed me some of the places to hang out and introduced me to some other girls. She asked if I wanted to go to her house for awhile. She lived only three blocks from us. I said cool but I would have to stop at home and tell my sister where I would be. I brought her in to meet Debbie. I stayed at her house until about five o'clock. I met her brother who I pegged as a real creep. He was fifteen and had an attitude. At supper I told my family about my new friends. I asked mom if I could get out more often. I guess there was still a bit of Glenn in me. He was never allowed to do anything without permission. Mom assured me that as long as my chores were done I could come and go as I pleased as long as someone knew where I was. I told her that Beth's Mother asked if we would like to come over for a cook out this coming weekend to get acquainted. She thought it a good idea and said she would help with the cooking and salads. I gave her Beth's phone number. Saturday, the day of the cookout, mom made some salads. Beth invited some of her girlfriends to meet me. Her best friends were Amy and Shannon. We got along from the start. I liked them and I think they liked me. I know that by the time the day was over I was very popular with all of them and I can thank Beth's idiot brother for that. As I said earlier, he was a creep. He teased everyone about everything. He also had a habit I did not like. He thought it was his God given right to grab us girl's butts. I let him do it to me once, the second time I told him there would not be a third time. He just looked at me with a smirk on his face. Things went fine for awhile. We girl's were standing in a group by the fence talking about what girl's talk about when he passed, I felt his hand on my ass. I turned around, grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back and up between his shoulder blades shoving him forward against the fence and grabbed a handful of his greasy hair and pulled back. He could not go forward because I was pushing him against the fence. He could not go back for the same reason. I was pushing his arm upward so hard he was standing on his toes. I put my lips close to his ear. "If you ever want to use this arm again you had better find someplace else to put it. Do you understand?" "Yes. Yes. Let me go you bitch." "Be nice. Do you understand?" I asked again, pushing harder. The other girl's seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. "Yes, yes. I understand, please let me go." I did. He turned around rubbing his arm. I could almost see a tear in his eyes. He ran out of the yard. The girl's were all over me, patting my back and shaking my hand. The adults were in the house when this happened but I think they saw the end of it. "Cynthia. What are you doing?" my mom yelled. Amy, Beth, Shannon and all the girl's started yelling at once. I don't think anyone understood a word that was said. Beth was able to calm down enough to explain the whole thing. "Did you hurt him?" Beth's mom, Laurie, asked. "I think so," I said a bit embarrassed. I was ready to apologize. "Good. It couldn't happen to a more deserving guy. Do you girl's want something to eat?" The rest of the day was a pleasure without being bothered by a boy. I was the center of attraction. Beth called a bunch of her friends to come over and meet the new girl who "Beat the shit out of that worthless creep." I became very popular from that incident and had to show time and again, how I did it. They spent a lot of time practicing on each other. We, Amy, Beth, Shannon and I became close friends after that day. We did almost everything together. I used them to learn from, or to play off. I watched what they did or how they reacted to certain situations and adapted it to myself. I started wearing lipstick almost all the time. I changed my style of clothing just a little, before, the only time I wore skirts or dresses was on Sunday or when we went someplace special, now, because my friends did it, I wore denim skirts. I used to wear my hair parted in the middle and hanging down both sides of my face. We were all at Beth's house just after we started hanging together. We were sitting on her bed, all four of us. Shannon was playing with my hair. She put it up in braids and tied the ends with red velvet ribbons. "Do you know you have nice ears?" she asked. I told her I never gave it much thought. "I bet they would look great with earrings." She went to her dresser and took a pair of hers out of her jewelry box and put them on my lobes. After trying on several pair we decided that I looked good in long shoulder dusters. I liked the way they felt rubbing on my neck as I moved my head. She let me have them. I wanted to buy some with my allowance but most of the ones I liked best were for pierced ears, mine weren't, so I asked mom if I could get them...pierced. She said I could. Now...girls don't do anything by themselves so it took all four of us to get them pierced. Five if you count my Mother, she had to give permission. After about two hours I had five pair, including the one I wore home. I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if, on that day in June I had been picked up by someone else. I know I might not have been so easily led into wearing dresses and into becoming happy as a girl. I think I would have died before letting anyone talk me into such an insane thing. Insane? Yes under any other circumstances. But I am not sorry things turned out the way they did. I don't think I could be happier. There are times when I almost forget that I am a boy. I don't expect you to understand, just accept it, I did. As Glenn, I had no life; my parents were mean and abusive drunks. I had no friends and was always afraid of getting beat for no reason at all. I was hungry a lot because booze was more important than food to them. When I met the Campbell's, there was something about them, a sort of aura if you will; that made me want to do whatever they asked of me. Aside from the first day when they made me wear that first dress, every thing was a voluntary action to a sort of request, after the first three or four days, it was me that kept me in dresses. Part 6 The summer was pretty much over. It was the end of August and just two weeks until Labor Day. Three weeks until school started. Shannon planned to have a sleepover for the four musketeers. It was to be at her house on Friday night. I was looking forward to it. Now, a sleepover is not really the proper term, as I understand it, not much sleeping is done. A bunch of girl's get together at someone's house and spend most of the night being told be quiet and go to sleep. The plans were all made when I told mom about it at supper one night. "Do you think you really want to?" she asked. "Of course I want to, why wouldn't I?" "Think about it. A bunch of girl's sleeping together in all stages of undress, and one of them not what she seems to be." She looked at me. It took me a few seconds to get what she meant. "Oh! You are right but I think I have that covered. Do you think we could be as close friends as we are all this time without dressing and undressing, even a little, in front of each other? I took care of that from the beginning. They all know I have a phobia about disrobing, at least from the waist down. They know I stuff my bra, they just don't know how much, they stuff theirs too. Can I?" "OK if you want to, but be careful." The sleepover was a night to remember. Beth's mom took Beth and me to Shannon's house. We brought our blankets and sleeping bags. At bedtime we spread them all over the floor of Shannon's bedroom. We all wore long nightgowns and robes. We watched some horror movies on TV and practiced putting make up on each other. We usually just used lipstick and occasionally some eye shadow. That night we wanted to see how we looked using everything, eye shadow, liner, eyebrow pencil, mascara, blush, powder and lip liner. I had no experience using this stuff but neither did any of the other girls. Amy and I teamed up, and Beth and Shannon teamed up. At first we did it for laughs but soon got down to business. I did the best I could with Amy. I thought I did pretty well considering I had no clue. Beth and Shannon did good with each other. I didn't know how Amy did with me. None of us could see how good or bad we looked until we got to her mirror and fought for room to see. With giggles and hugs we told each other that they were the prettiest. We went downstairs to ask Shannon's Mother to pick a winner. She said we were all so pretty it was impossible to pick a winner it was a four-way tie. Then we talked about boys until, one by one, we drifted off to sleep. The plan was to have breakfast and spend the rest of the day at the roller rink. Shannon's mom chaperoned the sleepover and roller rink. The sleepover was the only thing I felt the least bit nervous about. The bottom line being, no matter what, I was still a boy sleeping with a bunch of girl's. I never would have considered it if it were not for the conversation I had with mom a few days before. We woke up at about eight the following morning, ate breakfast and got dressed. Since I started hanging out with the girl's I had met a few guys and we hung with them from time to time. It was not a boyfriend, girlfriend thing. I don't think I would ever be ready for that. I never even considered having a boyfriend, although I had talked about it with the girl's but that was just girl talk. The rink would not be opening for an hour or two. We spent the time talking about whom we would like to go out with and what it would be like to be kissed by him. This was the first time I really had to act but I think they were doing a lot of acting too. I chose a guy named Charlie; he was fifteen, a teenager. He was inches taller than me and was very athletic with a terrific build. I chose him because the girl's told me they think he liked me. "This is my dream date with Charlie," I started when it was my turn. "I would be wearing a long, tight, ankle length silver gown. It would be low cut with thin straps and a slit all the way up to my hip. My make up would be perfect. I would have diamond clips on my ears and a diamond and gold necklace at my throat. I would be wearing three-inch open toed shoes. My Mother would let me wear her silver fox stole. We would not open the door the first time he rang the bell. We would make him wait. When we finally did open the door, I would be at the top of the stairs, I would stand there for a few seconds, and then I would start slowly, to descend the stairs. I would have my stole draped over one shoulder. I would descend slowly so he could get a good look at what he was getting, or to be more precise, not getting. He would have a wrist corsage and I would hold out my gloved hand. Did I mention he would be wearing silver elbow length fingerless gloves? He would strap the corsage around my wrist and I would let him kiss my hand. He would pick me up in a long white limo. The chauffeur would hold the door open for us as Charlie held my hand as I slid into the back seat being careful not to wrinkle my gown. At the nightclub, the door attendant would hold the door for us. I would hold Charlies; I mean Charles's hand as we walked into the club. The headwaiter would escort us to our reserved table where there would be chilled Champaign waiting for us. Charles would hold my stole as I slip it off my shoulders and hand it to the waiter who would drape it over the back of my chair. While waiting for our food order, which had been placed in advance, we would dance. We would be the best looking couple on the dance floor. After dinner the limo would pick us up and drive us to the theater for a play. I would allow Charles to hold my hand during the play. The Limo would drive us home and Charles would walk me to the door. We would say goodnight, then and only then, I would let him kiss me. "Oh, wow. That is so romantic," the girls said almost in unison. "Tell us about the kiss." "There are some things a girl does not tell," I said because I had no idea where to go with it. They all sighed. They were oohing and aahing during the entire story. While telling the story I was picturing Amy as me and me as a tall, thin well built model type, sort of a cross between Tom Cruise and I don't know whom else but he was handsome. It was about time to change into our skating things. I picked a pair of multi colored stretch tights and a sweatshirt with a floral design on the front. I wore a pink headband to keep my hair, which was long, out of my eyes. My boldness allowed me to change my shirt in front of them after putting on my tights in the bathroom. "You look like you are getting a bit big in the butt there, Hon," Amy said. She was right. I had been noticing it myself lately. I had a tank top on under my sweatshirt; in case it got warm I could take off my sweatshirt. We climbed in Shannon's mom's wagon to get to the rink. If you are there during the sessions you must obey the rules. Saturdays between 1 and 4 o'clock was reserved for the younger crowd, kids between 12 and 16, which covered us. During this time the manager would have fifteen minute periods where certain types of skating, free style; where anyone was allowed to skate any way they wanted, singles where you skated alone and couples where boys and girls pared up to skate. During the couple's sessions, Charlie, I told you about him, skated with me. Some other boys picked the other girl's. I said there were no boyfriend-girlfriend relationships, just boys and girl's who hung out together. There was no big thing to see us skating together holding hands or waists. We were home by about five o'clock. I thought I was home alone when I took my shower. I did not want to get my hair wet so I used a shower cap. I was drying myself in front of the full-length mirror in my room. Taking a good look at myself I noticed that Amy was right, I was getting a butt. Just then Dawn passed the open door, "Hi Debbie," She said as she glanced in at me. She took a few steps past the door and came back getting a better look at me. I grabbed a towel to put in front of me. "You're not Debbie, from the back you look just like her. I mean you have an ass and hips, your waist is thin, and from the back you look just like a girl. What a bod." "I know, I was just looking at that. How do you suppose that happened? Mom told me I was taking hormones to give me these," I said pointing to my small breasts. "Do you think the hormones could be doing this too?" I put on my bra and panties and a muumuu dress, brushed my hair, put on flip-flops and went to help Dawn get supper ready. The Labor Day weekend was the next weekend. The girl's told me the town held a picnic and dance. The picnic was Saturday and the dance was Sunday. There was a tradition at the picnic, the girl's would pack a box lunch, enough for two, and boys would bid for them. The highest bidder would get the lunch and be the girl's date for the dance the next day. You had to be at least thirteen years old to participate; this would be the girls first time. They tried to talk me into participating, I refused. When asked for a reason I told them I don't want to go out with some guy I might not know. "Suppose the guy who gets your box is a nerd," I said. "The girl's have ways of letting the guys they want to go with know which box is theirs. You can let Charlie know which one is yours. Come on, do you want to be the only Musketeer without a date for the dance?" Looking at it that way, I knew Charlie would like me to go with him. If I had to go with some one, it might as well be him. Debbie and Dawn helped me make my box lunch. We made sandwiches, some salads, some chicken and a thermos of cold juice. The box was wrapped all neat and tied with purple ribbon. I got word to Charlie which box was mine. It was going to be hot; I would be wearing a one-piece bathing suit with Mickey mouse in the front of it. I was checking out in the mirror. Debbie was lying in my bed watching me. "Ya know, love," I said, "sometimes, like now, when I check myself out, I do it with two sets of eyes. One is Glens; I think wow, what a babe. Look at that bod, and the other with mine saying, guy's, get a good look but that is all you are gonna get, a look." I know I am going to turn a few heads with this suit. I hardly even needed padding anymore, except for between my legs. I decided I would need shorts with it and a too big Mickey Mouse tee shirt. We went to the park, "we" being my family. We found a table near the other girl's. Amy, Beth, Shannon and I fixed a table for us and the boys to have our picnic lunches after the auction. There were a lot of things happening at the park, there was a softball game, volleyball and a few races going on at the same time. I wanted to play softball but the girl's talked me into volleyball. It was almost time for the auction. I looked around to see if I could see any of the boys. I saw Charlie coming toward me just as the whistle blew to start the lunch auction. He passed my table and reached out for my hand. He took it and led me to the sales area. I pointed out my box. The other girl's and their boyfriends soon joined us. During the bidding Charlie stood right behind me with his arms around me, he stood so close I could feel his body against mine and his breath on the back of my neck. The boxes were all sold and the fire department went away with almost $150.00 in proceeds. We all sat together and ate. The picnic was over before dark. I went home and picked out my dresses for the next day. Two of them, one for church and one for the dance that evening. I must say, I was not particularly thrilled about the dance; it was peer pressure that made me want to go in the first place. Charlie was fifteen, much too old for me even if I was a girl. I did not mind hanging around with boys but I certainly did not want to be dating one. For church I wore a very pretty dress, my favorite. It was pink. I would not need my hip padding under it so I borrowed a pair of Dawns sexy French panties. I had a few fancy bras. I chose one and, thanks to my hormones that I told you about before, I needed very little padding. A slip came next; it was a pale pink and had about three inches of lace at the knee length hem. My dress was pink and came to my knees. The bodice was plane with a built in pearl necklace at the Peter Pan collar. The short sleeves were sheer with lace trim at the puffed cuffs. The skirt was full with a built in crinoline that made it stand out from the waist to the hem which is why I did not need padding. I asked Debbie to zip it up in the back for me. "This dress is getting a bit tight there babe, you aren't going to be getting much more use out of it. Better get rid of it." "But I love it, it's my favorite. I'll keep it even if all I can do is look at it from time to time." I stepped into my 1" white pumps. Mom did my hair in a ponytail. Last night in my room Debbie and I did my nails in my favorite color, you guessed it, pink. We went to church and brunch. Back at home, although I did not want to, I had to change my dress. Every time I was dressed up in such fine clothes I hated changing, but it wasn't so bad because I knew in a few hours I would again be dressed so fine. I went to Beth's house. Of all three of the girl's I hung out with I think I liked Beth best, but not by much. We sat in her bed facing each other, cross-legged, like we always did. We talked about the dance that night. This would be her first dance as well as mine. "Are you going to let him kiss you?" she asked. "No way." I answered, making a face. "Why not? Have you ever been kissed by a boy?" "No," I said truthfully. "Now can we drop it?" We spent the rest of the afternoon just lying on her bed talking. I got dressed for the dance in a white satin dress with a pale blue overdress. My hair was done much like this morning but with a French twist and a satin bow. My mom sprayed a bit of perfume on me and gave me her white crocheted shawl for my shoulders. I nervously awaited Charlie. I was told to be home by eleven o'clock. That would be fine because the dance was over at ten thirty. This would get me home with time to spare. Charlie picked me up at seven thirty. He put his arm around me as we walked to the car. He opened the door and we got into the back seat. His Mother drove us to the dance, she told me how lovely I looked, I never get tired of hearing that. Charlie held my hand all during the drive. We got to the dance, found the others and put two tables together, like we did at the picnic, so we could be together. Things were fine during the regular dances but when it came to the slow ones where we had to dance holding each other in our arms, things got hairy. The first time was alright but after that...Charlie held me real close to him. I looked up at him and he kissed me right on my lips. I felt like I was going to barf. Later he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. He took me up some stairs to a room, which turned out to be a closet. He started kissing me again. I felt I had no choice, I let him. Soon I felt the back of my dress being lifted up and his hand squeezing my ass. I stepped back and pulled his hand away. "Look, I don't mind a little making out, (actually I did) but you better keep your hands to yourself." Reluctantly, he stopped and we went back to the dance floor. We danced a while longer and I let him kiss me some more. Then it was time to go. Charlie's father picked us up after the dance to take us home. Charlie told him not wait. It was only a few blocks to his house he said he would walk home. "Way to go." His father said as he drove away. We held each outer around the waist as we walked up the path to my door. I took my keys out of my purse. He put his arms around me and started kissing me again. I had my arms around his neck; I pulled him to me and returned his kisses. I guess it was mutual consent; we started rubbing our bodied together. I was the one who had to stop. I felt something start to happen between my legs. I sometimes would wake up in the morning with one but this was the first time it ever happened when I was awake. I think you know what I mean. I told him I had to go in. we kissed one more time. He said, "Good night love," turned and walked away. I felt myself starting to cry. I opened the door and went in and saw my Mother waiting for me in the living room. She saw me crying and asked if I was alright. I went over to her and sat on her lap. I put my arms around her, lay my head on her shoulder and told her the whole story. "I can see why you are upset Love. If it bothers you that much, just keep away from him. He is too old for a thirteen year old anyway." "I don't think you understand," I told her, "I'm not upset because he kissed me, I'm upset because I liked it." I calmed down and went to bed. At breakfast the next morning I told my sisters all about my date and I mean all. I went over to see Beth later that morning. Sitting on her bed we talked about the dance last night. She told me all about her date and being taken home...and the last kiss. "Did Charlie kiss you?" she asked me. I told her he did. "Did you like it?" "It was OK I guess." "Did he French?" I told her I didn't know what French was. We were in our favorite position, sitting cross-legged on her bed facing each other. She leaned forward toward me, put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me forcing me on my back on the bed. She straightened out on top of me. I wrapped my legs around her. We were spread out on her bed with me on bottom and her on top. She forced her tongue in my mouth and rubbed her groin against mine. My arms went around her and I returned her kiss. I must say, it was far better than with Charlie last night. She pulled her lips away. "That is French. I love you Cynthia," she whispered in my ear. Again she kissed me and again I kissed her back. As it happened last night, it happened again, I felt myself getting as hard as a rock. It did not at first register. My emotions were racing. We were both sweating. Getting control of ourselves we forced ourselves apart. She rolled off me and lay next to me. I was trying to make myself get soft without touching myself; so that she could not see anything I picked up a teddy bear and put it on my belly. "Wow, I really liked that," I told her sitting up and moving the teddy bear to my lap doing a good job of covering up. It got soft quickly. "It was so much better than Charlie, but why did you do it?" she could not bring herself to look me in the face. I put my hand on her chin and forced her to look at me. "Why did you do that?" I asked again. I could see she was about to cry. "I don't know. I wanted to do that for weeks. I could not control myself any longer. Are you mad at me?" "If I was mad at you would I do this?" I held her and kissed her. This time I was the dominant one. I don't think I should have done it but as I kissed her I squeezed her breast. I forced her down and lay on top of her. I found myself getting hard again but could not stop. This was my first time going this far. Many times in the past when we saw each other we would give each other a hug and a little peck on the lips, this goes for Amy and Shannon too. This time it was completely different, I was finally able to pull myself together. I let her up and went to the bathroom where I waited for it to get soft. I came out. She was sitting on her bed smiling. "I guess we are still friends," she said. I told her how much I enjoyed myself. We knew that we had a special bond that none of the other girl's would have. I knew she would be thinking we were lesbians, so be it. I had no idea what she would think if she knew I was a boy. We swore we would not tell anyone of our feelings for each other. I told her that I was going to dump Charles because I thought he was too old for me, he was going on sixteen, and because what he did to me in that closet. I was really happy to learn of Beth's feelings toward me, although I wished she did not have to worry about thinking we were lesbians. I wished I could tell her I was a boy, but what would she think of me living as a girl and second, if she knew and could handle it, could she keep it to herself? I decided if it ain't broke; don't fix it. I let her think what she would; besides, I liked kissing her and being kissed by her. It was the first time I was ever kissed, really kissed, by a girl and I hoped that last night would be the last time I was ever kissed by a boy. School would be opening the next Monday. Mom asked if I was going to stay and go to school as Cynthia. Being Cynthia was the only way I could stay with them. I gave it much thought. I was very happy there. I had not been yelled at, picked on or beaten on all summer; at home the record is two days. Not that I did anything at home to get in trouble for that was the way it was. I now had a girlfriend and more friends, both male and female; I say male as opposed to boy friends, than I ever had before. I really liked living a girl's life. I loved the clothes and the lifestyle. "Well?" mom said. "Are you going to stay? Or do you want your old shirt and shorts back?" "Both. I want to stay and I want my things. I bet they will look great with this body," I said indicating my very feminine body. She gave them to me. I put them on right away and I was right, they looked great on me. There was no resemblance between me, a now good-looking girl, and the then scruffy looking boy. When I told them I was staying there were hugs and kisses as I knew there would be. We had some things to do before school started. School supplies and school clothes. I was a bit disappointed when I found there was a dress code at the school, we had to wear uniforms; but I was a growing girl and needed new clothes any way. Most of my things no longer fit and/or were too young for me. I was looking forward to shopping. I loved shopping for clothes and the things a girl shops for. I saw a problem that they may have overlooked. I knew that every year when we went back to school, at least back home, all the students had to have a physical exam. There was no way I could fool a doctor, especially naked, Doctors know things. I guess they never thought about it. Debbie had an answer for that; we could use two Doctors; one for her and one for me. "I don't see how using two Doctors would help. No matter how many we use, I could never make it through a medical exam." "Why do you think we need two? I could go as me to one and as you to the other." Debbie explained. We could not use the doctor who was giving me my hormones, he knew all about me, but was not on the "approved" list of school Doctors. "It sure would work," my mom said. "I had a different idea but this one is much better. I was going to ask one of the Doctors at work to falsify the exam but that would mean letting him in on one of my darling girl's is a boy." The next few days had us examined, registered and in possession of our uniforms. I liked the shopping. During the summer hanging out with the girl's I learned a lot about girl's clothes and developed a taste for certain styles. I liked skirts and dresses, fancy dresses and short skirts and since I started developing breasts, tight tops and shirts. I did need some more bras. I was getting too big for the training ones I had been wearing and I no longer needed padding to fill them. The Sunday before school started there was an incident that almost gave me a heart attack. The day before I had had my hair done in a salon. It was done with bangs on my forehead and long wavy curls down the sides and back. I loved the way it rubbed against my neck and shoulders as I moved my head. I was wearing one of my new outfits, a short sleeved, low neck light blue top, Dawn showed me how to tape what breasts I had to make it look like I had more than I really did. My skirt was denim and very short, a mini skirt. We were at our favorite restaurant having brunch. I was looking around when I saw something that almost made me sick. Across the aisle and a few tables down was my Aunt and Uncle. I mean Glenn's aunt and Uncle. I was sitting next to my Mother facing the booth they were in. I held the menu up in front of me to hide my face and told mom we had better get the hell out of there. "You are being paranoid. How many times must I tell you, no one will ever connect you to that skinny, rough looking boy?" "I know you are right. I can't help it if I still get a bit nervous, and they are family, I am their nephew, they have seen me a million times." I tried to avoid looking at them but I could not help myself. Several times I swear they were looking at me. That was the longest meal I ever had. I knew mom was right. They knew me as their nephew even if I did look familiar, how in the world would they connect this attractive looking girl, and I was attractive; I would say even beautiful, to their nephew. I was relieved when the meal was over and it was time to leave. I had to go to the bathroom, Debbie came with me. Mom and Diane waited in the car. Debbie and I did our business. She was at the sink when I came out of the stall. I was just going to fix my hair when my aunt walked in. I swallowed my heart, took a breath, turned to the mirror and started fixing my lipstick and hair. I was a bit shaky but I had to cure myself of this silly notion that people could see right through me. "You have such lovely hair, could I help you with that?" she said reaching for my brush. "My husband and I couldn't help but notice you and your sisters in the dining room. You are sisters aren't you?" "Yes, I'm Cynthia and this is my sister Debbie. I did notice you looking at us" she finished my hair and used some hairspray to keep it in place. I thanked her and Debbie and I went to the car. We told them about the ladies room. Mom said that she hoped I would stop being such a Scardy cat. There was no way I would be known anymore, I had changed so much. The first day of school I was very nervous, but every year I am nervous the first day of school. As usual, every thing went fine. As the days passed I met a few new girls and boys but I told myself there would not be a repeat of my experiences with Charlie. There is something that must be said here. My mom had been able to get it on my school records that I had a heart murmur and was excused from gym class. Instead I was assigned to work as a file clerk in the school office and I did find out something interesting during my filing. I found d out that I was not the only boy attending school as a girl. There were at least five others, and maybe a few more like me who were not known. I considered talking to some of them but thought better of it, what if they said something to the wrong person, I might wind up in a bit of trouble so I opted it to the old "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" philosophy. I made it a point to anyone and everyone that showed any interest that I was not looking for a boyfriend, I would not mind a friend who was a boy, and there is a difference. I still hung with Amy, Beth and Shannon and some of the kids from the summer, boys and girls. I told Charlie I was just not interested in him or any guy. Things settled down and went back to normal, or as normal as things could be in a situation like this. The only thing of any interest that happened for quite awhile was in October at my fourteenth birthday party. There was going to be a party for my birthday. I invited a few of my friends. Boys and girls. I wore my favorite dress, the pink one. It was getting real tight and I knew there was no way I was going it get in it many more times. When the guests arrived and gave me my presents they each, boys and girl's, gave me a kiss. I did not mind being kissed by the boys because it was just a birthday kiss; I did like it when a boy named Franklin kissed me. Later when we played the regular kissing games I tried to get Frank to be my partner. I succeeded a few times and had fun kissing him but he was taken, so I did not push. A lot of time passed. I was fifteen and had been Cynthia for so long that I almost never remember being anyone else. Mom had long ago increased my hormones to include one that, unless under extreme conditions, prevented me from getting an erection. I requested this because I kept getting one with Beth, especially during our petting sessions. One of my teachers had requested that I tutor one of the boys in my math class who had a problem with math formulas. I agreed. We were at my house in my room studying. I had set up a card table for us to work on. Jeff was sitting next to me trying to work out a problem. We were sitting so close to each other that our heads were almost touching. I turned toward him, our eyes met. We stared, eye to eye for a few seconds. He leaned forward slowly and kissed me. I could have pushed him away but I didn't. I let him. I even encouraged him by leaning forward. He finally moved away. "I'm sorry," he said. "Don't be," I said, and meant it. Almost three years of living with girl's, as a girl, talking girl talk and doing girl things had its effect in me. I wanted what all my girlfriends had, what both of my sisters had, I wanted to be held, to be caressed and cuddled, and I wanted a boyfriend. We moved our chairs even closer together so that our legs and arms touched. I held his hand as I explained the work to him. It was time to quit and he suggested we go for a soda or something. We had a lot of soda in the fridge but it would not be the same. Mom said to be back in an hour. We went to the Pizzeria, a local teen hangout, where we met Shannon and her boyfriend, and Beth and her boyfriend. You should have seen the look on their faces when we walked in holding hands. They asked us to join them at their table. We took our pie and soda and sat. Jeff made it a point to squeeze tightly against me and to put his arm around my shoulder. Before we left to go home he went to the men's room; he gave me a kiss. He walked me home and went home himself. I no sooner had gotten to my room than my phone started ringing. It was Beth. I had to tell her about how Jeff and I became a couple. I told her everything. Although Beth and I were still lovers we saw nothing wrong with seeing boys, although this was the first time I picked a boy friend. She had been seeing her boyfriend, Ken for over a year. He had several times tried to set me up but I always refused. I knew Beth would tell the others about Jeff and I and she did so I did not have to tell it over and over again. It wasn't too long before Jeff and I were dating. We saw a lot of each other in, and out of, school. There was quite a lot of making out. There were times when I would let him fondle my breasts; they were just as good as any girl's, even better than some. I told him the first time he tried, that I would allow that but under no circumstances would I tolerate him trying to go below my waist, except for my as