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RAPED AS A GIRL BY JANICE I'm George and I am fifteen years old. For about five years now I have been a cross dresser. Actually it has been longer than that but my mother caught me about five years ago and after a lengthy debate and argument we agreed that I can dress whenever I want but I must always be presentable even in the confines of my own home. Mother bought me enough clothes to have a "girl starter kit" but anything else I had to get for myself and by myself. By that she meant that I had to do my own shopping. Mom would come with me to guide me on what to buy but I had to do my actual shopping, in person. I now have quite a wardrobe. The first few times out were scary but I soon learned that people do not look at every girl and think that she is really a boy in a dress. I think mom got as big a kick out of going out with her daughter as I got going out with her as her daughter. Enough history... One fine spring day, a Monday, the start of a full week of spring break from school, my mother was at work so I was home alone getting ready to go to the mall for some sorely needed lingerie. I was wearing a short denim skirt and a low cut top that showed some cleavage which I achieved by running some tape below my boobs. I checked my make up and wig, of which I have several, I usually keep my hair short, and headed toward the kitchen for a bite to eat. I never got there. Entering the kitchen I was grabbed from behind, a hand was clamped over my mouth and I felt a knife at my throat. "If I remove my hand you aren't going to do something stupid and scream, right?" a male voice said from behind me. I nodded my head as well as I could with his hand holding me so tightly. He removed his hand but kept the knife against my ribs. I was scared for my life. "Who was he...what did he want...How did he get in...was he going to hurt me?" Still from behind, he grabbed one of my tits. Thankfully they are gell filled Mastectomy pads that my mother bought me last Christmas and felt like the real thing. He let me go and walked around the front of me. When I saw who it was I was shocked and scared. It was one of the biggest bullies at school, his name was Ralph, and he was a senior, 2 years ahead of me. He liked hurting people so I knew I was in trouble, big trouble. "Wa...Wa...What do you want? Is it money? I have a hundred dollars in my purse, it is yours." I stammered handing him my purse. He took the money. He looked around the kitchen and saw a very expensive digital camera on the counter; he put that in his pocket. Then he did something that disgusted me, he kissed me full on the lips. "What's your name sweetheart?" "Shelly." I said using my girl name "Is this all you have?" He asked indicating the hundred dollars. I nodded my head yes. He grabbed my arm and took me to my bed room which he found simply by opening doors. He kissed me again and threw me down on my bed. "Oh my god. He's going to rape me." I thought. I was on the verge of panic. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. "Take your clothes off." He demanded. I shook my head no and cringed on the bed. "When he finds out I am a boy he will kill me." He reached out and grabbed me by my hair/wig and pulled. My wig came off in his hand. He just looked at it. "What the hell..." he pulled me by my top and stood me up in front of him. He then ripped my top off and saw that my bra was filled with falsies. He ripped my bra off and there was no mistaking that I was a boy. I guess he got his first good look at me. What a sight it must have been, bear chested with make up and a skirt. "You dam queer, I ought to kill you." "I'm not queer. I just like to dress as a girl." I sobbed. "Wait a minute. I know you, you are George B----. You are two years behind me in school." We were standing face to face. I was crying my eyes out. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. He took the camera from his shirt pocket and took my picture. Although my hair was short it was not too short for him to grab a handful and force my face into his crotch. "You know what to do." He said. I had two choices, put his cock in my mouth or die. Slowly I put my lips around it and sucked it into my mouth. I looked up at him and he took another picture. As I performed the act he continued taking pictures until he came in my mouth and all I could taste was his sickly sweet juice. I let his limp dick fall from my mouth and looked at him again hoping I did it right and he wouldn't hurt me. "That was fine sweetheart. Now take the rest of your clothes off and get on the bed on your stomach." I did as I was told. "Now, stick your butt up and spread your cheeks." As he said this he was setting the camera up on my dresser in a position, I assumed, that would show me kneeling on the bed with my ass up and cheeks spread. It didn't take a Rocket Scientist to know what he was going to do next. He climbed on the bed and did it. It hurt at first but when he got it up there finally, it didn't hurt so much and if I wasn't in such fear of what he was going to do to me after he finished, I might have liked it. He finished and I could feel his hot juices in my ass, not a bad feeling. Finished, he got out of me and off me and lay on his back and pulled me on my back next to him. He took me in his arms and we lay there for a few minutes. I was no longer scared but accepting what would happen, just as long as it wasn't painful. After a few minutes he told me to get dressed. He put on his pants and I started getting dressed. I needed a new bra and top. He took more pictures of me in each stage of my getting dressed in my new top and skirt. He took pictures of me doing my make up and hair. I wondered what he was going to do next. "Are you going to hurt me?" I asked pleadingly. "No. I'm finished for now but if you are thinking of calling the police or anything stupid like that remember...I have a couple dozen pictures that I wouldn't think twice about putting on the web, or on the bulletin board at school. Speaking of pictures; let's see what we have, shall we?" He grabbed my hand and took me to my computer. We sat side by side on my bed while he ran through the dozen or more pictures he took earlier. Every one was as clear as a bell. There were the ones of me with his cock in my mouth, me on my bed with my ass cheeks open inviting him in, several of me with him on top of me and several showing me getting dressed, step by step. None of them showed his face but every one showed mine. There would be no mistake about who it was. It looked like a XXX rated slide show and I was the porn star. I would give anything to have them destroyed, unfortunately, he had other ideas. "As long as I have these," he said indicating the chip which he put in his pocket along with the camera," you are going to do what I say, when I say; got it?" "Yes." I said dejectedly. I was done for. "I have to go." He finally said. "How about a kiss for the road." It was not a request. He wanted me to kiss him. I had no choice. I put my arms around his neck, tilted my head up and kissed a guy for the first time; it was disgusting but not as bad as what I had done earlier. I closed the door and ran to my room where I collapsed on my bed in tears of panic and relief. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was hearing my mother's car on the gravel driveway and I was holding my teddy bear in my arms. I was cleaning myself up when she called me from the living room. She asked if I had gone to the mall for my lingerie, I told her no; I had gotten busy and didn't make it. To this day I never told her why. TUESDAY. I dressed early and finally made it to the mall. I really needed some bras and panties and maybe a few tops and other stuff. I thought to do some shopping, both real and window, have lunch there and spend the afternoon just passing time. The first thing I got was what I came for, some bras and panties. I was dressed in loose fitting palazzo pants so if I wanted to try something on, it would be easy getting them on and off. I picked up a few tops and stopped at the food court for lunch. I was just finishing when I saw someone sit down at my table across from me. I was wearing my strawberry blond wig; I have several different wigs that I wear from time to time. "That color hair looks good on you. You should wear it that way more often." I looked up and saw Ralph, from yesterday. I felt the blood drain from my face. He leaned over and kissed as if we were old friends. From the things he did to me yesterday and him kissing me then, I assumed he was gay; not that it made a difference, I was still afraid of him and what he might do to me. I knew he wouldn't do anything to me here with all these people so I calmed down a bit. He asked what I bought and I showed him the tops I purchased, I would not show him my bras and panties, a girl wouldn't do that so neither would I. In a few minutes we were talking as if we were friends. We finished our hamburgers together. "What now?" I thought to myself. "Have you ever been on a motorcycle?" he asked. I told him I hadn't. "Then you are in for a thrill. I got mine outside and I'll take you home if you are finished shopping. Chicks dig cycles." I told him I still had some things to look at. I wanted to get rid of him but it didn't work. I even took him to some of the lingerie shops and dress shops but it didn't work, he stuck to me like glue. We walked around hand in hand and sometimes with his arm around me. He did seem like a nice guy when I got to know him. After two hours I gave in and told him I was ready. He gave me a helmet and I climbed on the back of his cycle. It was so fun riding behind him, my arms around him and my hair blowing behind me. I thought, I hoped, he would just drop me off and leave but no...he walked me to my door and followed me in. I got scared again. He started kissing me and undressing me at the same time. I knew better than to try to stop him. He got me to my bra and panties and I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth before I knew what was happening. It wasn't as bad as it was yesterday and I think he enjoyed it a little better from the smile on his face. Again he took me to my room and had me, but as before, it was better than yesterday, not so painful and not as dirty feeling. When he finished we lay on the bed together making out, I was starting to enjoy what was happening. I never thought that I would enjoy being with a boy and feeling this way. I liked dressing as a girl because I wanted to see what they felt, plus I liked the way I looked and felt when a girl. Now I really was learning what it was to be a girl, and I think I was liking it; the making out part at least. I could do without the other stuff. I played with his penis and brought him to climax a few times, it made him happy and I too liked it. After about an hour we got dressed and he went home but not before telling me to meet him at the mall at the same time tomorrow. I showed my mother the things I bought but, as yesterday, nothing about Ralph and what we did in my room. WEDNESDAY. I woke up early enough to have breakfast with mom. "You seem to be having a good time this week George. You haven't been yourself all week. I love seeing Dawn but I hope you don't get too carried away with things." "It will only be for a few more days' mom. You know I don't get much of a chance to go places as dawn when school is open, what with homework and stuff." I told her. "OK sweetheart. Have fun. What are you going to do today?" "Maybe just go to the mall and do some more window shopping I guess." "OK. Love you hon." She said and kissed me goodbye. I thought I would wear a pair of jeans and a top. When I showed Ralph what I bought yesterday he said he liked an aqua one so I thought I would wear it today. It did look good on me. I wore some gold jewelry with it and my favorite brunette wig. I had a shoulder bag that went well with my top. I did my makeup and headed for the bus stop to the Mall. I arrived early and had to wait for Ralph. He finally arrived and told me how good I looked in my top. We kissed hello and he took my hand while we walked around. We stopped at the game section where he met some of his friends; I was introduced as his newest girl friend. While he played I just sat and watched. I saw several people I knew there, but from experience I knew how to blend in without looking like I was hiding. I think I would like to have a dollar for every one I saw that knew George and never recognized me. I never got up the nerve to try and talk to anyone but I was happy that I was never recognized. Not everyone thinks a girl is really a boy in disguise and people are so wrapped up in what they are doing that you could probably hit them with a brick and they wouldn't know who you are; figuratively speaking of course. Ralph won a few games and we then went to lunch. "Are we going to do what we did yesterday, and the day before?" I asked him in as nice a way as I could, hoping not to get him upset. "Yes. If you have a problem just remember I have the winning hand and a few aces up my sleeve. I can send the pictures to the web and on the bulletin board at school; I can also bring a couple of my friends to your house for sloppy seconds; how would you like that?" "I think we should keep this to ourselves; just you and me. OK?" I said and just to show him I meant no disrespect, I leaned over and kissed him, as much as I didn't want to. That seemed to placate him. I wondered how long I was going to have to keep up this pretense. He took me home. As soon as the door closed I was in my panties and bra and I was taking him to my room for our ritual of oral sex. I knew I was getting better because I was learning how to make it last longer. I still had his dick in my mouth when I felt I was getting a hard on myself, this was something new. Holding his dick with one hand I reached down and was able to masturbate my self with the other; we both climaxed almost together. Wow; that was fun. His dick up my butt was no longer uncomfortable and I relished the feeling of his juices in it when he climaxed, but not the actual act itself. Our after sex, the make out session was the best so far...he gave me a hand job. The first I ever had, hopefully not the last. Every day when mom came home from work she asked me how my day was. I didn't exactly lie to her; I just left some things out. I would tell her that I went to the mall, hung around and came home. THURSDAY. As usual I was early and I had to wait for Ralph. I was wearing my new denim skirt and a white eyelet vest over a tank top. I hoped he liked it. He had told me that I had nice legs. I realized later that I should have worn shorts instead of a skirt. We had lunch together, then for our usual walk and talk. We found out a lot about each other. He was bi, not as tough as I thought, as long as I didn't push him or rub him the wrong way. I told him about how and why I liked dressing as a girl, which I won't go into here or now, and that this week with him was my first experience with a guy. Passing one of the movie theaters we saw that they were showing the latest hot flick but only at night. We both mentioned we wanted to see it. He said we could go together this Saturday night. I agreed before I thought. I didn't realize it for quiet awhile, not until we were half way home. While he and his friends were playing video games I sat with some of their girl friends, actually, they sat with me; I was there first. I knew both of them from school, not personally, just from seeing them. One of them said I looked familiar. I told her that my brother George goes to her school while I go to a private school; a cover story that I had for just such and event. She bought it. (She looked me up the next week at school and told me she met my sister.) When the guys were finished with their macho bull shit we went out to his bike. That is when I realized I should have worn shorts. It is not very ladylike riding on the back of a cycle wearing a short ass skirt, but I managed. I almost made him crash a time or two when I (deliberately) grabbed his manhood a few times on the parkway. Much to my surprise he just dropped me off at my door, we kissed, and he drove off. I was relieved that he did not come in with me. I kept listening for his motorcycle thinking he might come back. He didn't. What a relief it was not to have a dick in my mouth or up my ass. While watching TV that night with my mother I realized that I had made a date for Saturday night. How the hell was I going to tell her I had a date with a guy? I put it off as long as I could. I told her just before going to bed. It went a lot better than I thought it would. I thought a long time about what to tell her; I had two avenues; first... "Mom. Last Monday a guy broke in the house and raped me. He has been coming here everyday and raping me and he wants to take to a movie Saturday night. Can I go with him?" Or... "Mom. I met this nice guy at the mall and we have been seeing each other all week. He is a nice guy and we like each other a lot. He wants to take me out Saturday night. He knows all about me. Can I go with him?" You figure out which one I used. She agreed to let me go with him but she insisted I bring him home to meet her before going out. She gave me the old speech about being careful and to act like a lady at all times," What else could I do but to act like a lady?" FRIDAY Mom and I had breakfast together. She asked me some more questions about my "young man" which I answered with a bunch of lies. I told her how nice he was and how much I liked him. She seemed relieved that he knew I was a guy and was comfortable with it. She reminded me of what might happen if he did not know and found out at the wrong time. When would be a right time for something like that? I got in a skirt a bit longer and looser than usual because I might have to ride on the back of his "cycle" again. To tell the truth, I loved riding behind him; the thrill being that I was on a cycle. Wonder of wonders, he was waiting for me. He had his friends with him, and their girlfriends from last time. A stupid thought struck me as I saw them all sitting there. I wondered if his friends were the guys he said could have sloppy seconds when he threatened me the other day. No matter, just curious. The guys, as usual, played while the girls sat around and talked about them. They, the girls, started getting personal and talked about their sexual encounters with their boyfriends. It seemed, from the way they talked that their boyfriends treated them much like mine treated me. "Wait a minute; did I just refer to Ralph as my boyfriend?" Betty asked me why she didn't see me (Dawn) around as much as my brother (me). I told her that I went to a private school the other day, I elaborated a bit and told her that it was a boarding school and I sometimes came home for holidays; I pulled that right out of the air, pretty good if I do say so myself. I must remember that so I don't tell anyone else something different. I have been wearing girls' clothes for about five years and when out with my mother as Dawn I would use the ladies room but always with my mother. Betty suggested we go with her; we were, her, me and two other girls who I thought didn't like me so much because the never talked to me. Betty on the other hand seemed to take an immediate liking to me because since we met the other day she seemed friendly and open. We all went together. I don't believe that when a bunch of girls go to the lady's room they all actually all go. I was right, at least in this case. I went and so did Marcia. The others fixed their make up. I finished and freshened my lipstick. Betty borrowed it. Betty was a senior and two years older than me, as were the other two. Several hours later found me on back of Ralph's bike holding on his waist. I squeezed his prick again, and again, almost caused him to loose control. I wondered if he was going to just drop me off again or were we going to go in my house and have some fun. "What the hell did I just think? Go in and have some fun. Was I beginning to like having sex with this guy who raped me?" He stopped his bike in my driveway and I got off and waited to see what he was going to do. He got off and leaned against it and we kissed. "Well, are we going in?" I grabbed his penis through his pants and pulled him toward my house. He followed. Inside I started taking my clothes off. I opened his fly and knelt down. I pulled his cock out and proceeded to kiss it and lick it before putting it in my mouth. He was holding my head and thrusting as I sucked and used my tongue to get every part of his cock. The climax was the biggest most powerful I had ever felt. I savored the taste of it a long time before swallowing. I picked up my clothes in one hand and with his cock in the other I led him to my bedroom for part two of our ritual, the part I wasn't too crazy over but was willing to endure just for the feel of his juices in me. I undressed him to his shorts, I never got more naked than my bra and panties, when he entered me he pushed my thong to the side and went in. When he finished and we were lying on my bed I could feel his juices dripping out my ass, I loved that feeling. I rolled over on top of him and we lay belly to belly for our make out session. I gave him several hardons and release each time. I had one the entire time. Ralph did something that he had never done. He rolled me over on my back, moved down and took my cock in his mouth and did me. For the first time I felt what he was feeling when I did it to him; it is no wonder he made me do it so much. We got dressed and went to the kitchen for a soda; I really didn't want anything to dilute the taste of his cum that I relished so. I told him that my mother said we could go out tomorrow night but she wanted to meet him first. He said he would drop over in the afternoon. Before he left he confirmed the meeting with mom and our date. He handed me a small cloth bag, I opened it; it contained the camera he had stolen from me and the hundred dollars along with the chip with all the pictures he took that first day. I just looked at them and him. "I don't want it to go on like this any longer." He said holding me tight against him. "I still want to go with you, and have sex with you, but I want it to be because you want to, not because you are afraid of me. I think, no, I know, I love you." I took a few minutes to think. I had become used to the sex; I liked it and wanted to keep doing it. I think I was beginning to love him too. I kissed him and said, "Ralph, this has been the best week of my life. Except for the first day or two I was afraid, now I am not and want to continue our relationship. I love you too." We held each other until he had to go. "See you tomorrow love. About noon, I'll bring something from the Burger Barn for us, your mom included." He left. I felt the kiss for hours after. My life had changed so much in the past week and I never wanted it to change but it had to. In two days I had to go back to school and goodbye Shelly, hello George until next weekend. SATURDAY. I told my mother that Ralph would be by at about noon and he was going to bring lunch. We cleaned the house in our night gowns then mom helped me pick out something to wear for lunch, and for later, if she says it was OK for me to go out with him. I assured her several times that he knew I was a boy and still wanted to go out with me. When she insisted I tell her how we met and how, and why, I told him I was boy I had to come up with something. The internet saved me. I told her that I went on the net to see if there was anything about people like me who liked to wear girl's clothes and/or had an alternative life style. I found him and found he lived in town. We made arrangements to meet at the mall, we did and the rest is history. I changed in my room and called Ralph to tell him how we met in case it ever came up. I wore one of my blond wigs. I liked this one because it was so full and curly. I borrowed one of mom's tops because it went well with the skirt I decided to wear. Ralph pulled up while Mom and I sat on the front porch. He was in a car; I didn't even know he had a car. Not wanting to appear too anxious and not wanting mom to know how things were between us, I sat there until he came on the porch. From there I was the typical girl who was showing her mother her new boyfriend. Touching but not where she shouldn't. Holding back on the kissing and just being mommies little girl. Everything went well except she embarrassed me when she came right out and asked him if he was aware that I was a boy. He said that he was but only because I told him and he had seen me one time when I changed my top. He was as good a liar as I was. Well, she said we could go together but only on weekends and if I kept my grades up. Ralph stayed for a little over an hour. When he was ready to leave I walked him to his car, I sat on the trunk while he told me how nice my mother was and how he was glad we could see each other. He also congratulated me on coming up with an explanation of how we met. He tried to apologize for that first day but I stopped him by shoving my tongue in his mouth. One thing though; he never at any time admitted he was gay, or even bi but his actions made it obvious and it really didn't matter; we were boyfriend and girlfriend and that's all that mattered. After supper mom helped me get ready for my date. I don't know why she thought I needed help; I've been getting dressed by myself since I was five or six years old. And what is to help, I was only going to wear a skirt and top. She did think my skirt was a bit too short but let me wear it anyway. In the past year I have been wearing a panty girdle and in the past week, actually less, I have needed it, I'm sure you know what I mean. My top was what they call a wife beater, I don't know why. My mother kept trying to get me into a fancy dress which I have several of but I finally convinced her that girls don't dress fancy for a movie date. I did consent though to her wanting to do my make up a bit fancier than I always wear it, and I wore some perfume, which I hardly ever do. Ralph picked me up at seven thirty; he had his mother's car again. He actually came to the door; he didn't just pull up and blow the horn. He greeted mom who told him to have me home by eleven and invited him to brunch with us the next day. The movie was fun, not really a date movie but a guy movie. There were still quite a few couples there. I really couldn't believe what was happening, I was on my first date ever, I'm with a guy, and I met this guy when he broke into my house and raped me. He taught me a few things about sex that I may never have learned for a few years, if ever...and I think I loved him. After the movie he took me for something to eat then he took me home. ...Not. He drove to Look Out Point; I do not think I have to tell you what Look Out Point is, do I? I guess that is why he had his mother's car, a big old Buick that had fold down seats. There were several cars there but that meant nothing to us. As soon as he shut the motor off he put the seats flat and we went to work. He had his cock out and I had it in my mouth within seconds. It had been so long, two days, since I had done this and I missed it. I tried to make it last as long as possible but too soon I had a mouthful of sweet, sticky, cum and Ralph had a big smile on his face. I rolled it around my mouth and chewed it like it was chewing gum before I swallowed it. Then came time for my least favorite thing. He pulled my panties down, along with everything else which I am not going to list here, or anywhere; you know what I am talking about. I lay on my stomach with my ass slightly arched and waited while he spread lubricant on his prick. As always, it hurt slightly when he entered but when he got it there...pure pleasure. We matched each others rhythm, he came and I felt his juices in my ass and I loved it. We performed each deed twice more before going home where we kissed passionately at my front door. I reminded him that he was invited for brunch the next day and to be here at about eleven. Mom was still up and asked me all about my date. I told her that we went to the movies, went for something to eat, went for a drive and came home. No lies, just the truth through omission. SUNDAY. Because we were going for Brunch mom and I had a roll and juice for breakfast, in our "jammies". At ten o'clock we started getting dressed for brunch. Ralph was real early, even before we started getting dressed. I invited him to my room while I got ready; mom put a stop to that by reminding me that nice girls do not change, or get undressed, in front of boys (if she only knew what her "nice girl" had been doing). I wore a simple white shirtwaist and white belt, tan pantyhose and white shoes, white is for purity, what a misnomer; at least with this girl. We took my mother's car to the restaurant. Brunch was a lot of fun because I was with my boyfriend. Mom told me later that I was acting just like a puppy love stricken girl, but she enjoyed seeing me so happy. We went for a nice long drive in the country, had an early supper at a country inn and went home where Ralph and I parted after a few kisses and groping. This was a school night and mom never let me out on school nights. I told Ralph that I would see him tomorrow at school. "I don't think so love. Remember you won't be you tomorrow. We can't be seen together." "Oops. I forgot but we can see each other next week...can't we?" "We sure can. I have to go now. This has been the best week I have ever had," he said and drove away. I went inside and watched TV with my mom until we got in our nighties, watched more TV and went to bed. At school the next day and everyday that week all I had were my memories of the past week; the rape, the love making and everything else. Wednesday at lunch Betty found me and mentioned that she met Shelly and told me to say hi. I promised I would; she sat and talked for a few minutes. "I work in the school office for extra credit. I was checking your records and there is no record of you having a sister." She mentioned offhandedly. "Think girl." I said to myself thinking as Shelly. "Why should there be? She doesn't go to this school. There is no reason for her name to be on my records now should there?" I guess she bought it because she never mentioned again. She spent the rest of lunch with me which helped my reputation; here I was a lowly junior, and a senior, a pretty female senior, was having lunch with me. She had lunch with me a few times a week after that. Life pretty much settled into a routine; weekdays as George, and weekends as Shelly. It was getting close to summer vacation and the senior prom. Betty, in one of our lunches asked if I knew if Shelly was going with Ralph. I told her that I didn't know, and I didn't. Ralph never mentioned anything about it. Three weeks before the prom he finally asked me but I told him no, even though I was dying to go with him. Just about two weeks before the prom and after Ralph had asked me several times to be his date I was having lunch with Betty. "I have to talk seriously with you for a minute, George. About the prom. I really wish you would go." She said. Was I hearing right? Did she just ask me to take her to the prom? "Are you asking me to go to the prom with you? I would be honored." I said with a big ass grin on my face. "No. not with me; with Ralph. He has been in a bitchy mood since you, or Shelly to be exact, turned him down." For the second time in two minutes I couldn't believe what I just heard. I looked down at myself just to be sure I wasn't wearing a dress by mistake. I wasn't. I saw her looking at me. "I guess I'd better explain. Ralph and I are brother and sister; actually half brother and sister," Ok, that would explain the different last names. She continued, "He told me all about you, how you met and how things turned around and he fell for you. His whole attitude changed since he met you, for the better. He is starting to get bitchy again and we, our parents and I, think that if you would go to the prom he might change. How about it? Will you go? It will save everyone a lot of problems." "Exactly what did he tell you about us, and why?" "He said that he broke into your house and surprised you half way through getting dressed. He said that he liked you at first but before he left your house he was sure that he was in love with you. That is about it." "It didn't bother you that he was gay and in love with a guy?" "Not really. You are not the first guy he took out, but you are the first to dress as a girl, a rather pretty girl." she didn't say anything about our sex and I didn't ask. After a little more bull shit she convinced me to go to the prom with Ralph. To make a long story short, I called Ralph at home that night and told him I would go to the prom with him. Needless to say, he was elated. Now my problems started. I had no gown to wear to the prom and we, mom and I, could not afford one. Betty said I could borrow one of hers. This all happened within less than a week so that Friday, just after school I took Betty home with me so I could change to Shelly and we could go to her house and see if we could find something to wear. Ralph was surprised to see me there. We had no time for more than a kiss before Betty dragged me to her room. We did manage to find a gown and shoes and a matching bag. I, Shelly, was introduced to their parents; who didn't seem to have a clue that I was a guy, and stayed for supper. The morning of the prom Betty and I went to have our hair done; mine was short but the Salon girl did a magnificent job. We had our nails done too. The prom was beautiful and I had the time of my life. It was the senior prom so the fact that I was a junior aided that no one recognized me. Ralph and I went together all summer but when school started again he got a job in another city across the country; Betty and I became both girlfriends and lovers. Ralph and I, Shelly, did see each other on occasion when he would come home for holidays. He did make it for Betty's wedding, which just happened to be mine too.