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THE GIRL NEXT DOOR BY JANICE The first time I laid eyes on Mary was about two months ago when she moved in next door to us, my mother and me. We are, were, the same age, fifteen. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, but she came over as stuck up. I waved to her a few times but she completely ignored me. I said hi a few times with the same result I could see that this was going nowhere...fast. We went to the same school together, that is we attended the same school. Her mother always took her in the morning and she walked home alone after school. She never bothered with anyone at school and sat alone at lunch. If someone sat at the table with her she would move down as far away as possible or even get up and sit somewhere else, she was immediately tagged as a snob. I tried many time to get to know her but was always rebuffed. So...the hell with her, if she wanted to be that way, let her; but I did follow her home from school everyday just so I could see her. At home she hardly ever came out of the house so between "stalking" her home and seeing her at school was the only time I get to see her. It was a mid-term vacation, about a week and a half off from school. I am not even going to pretend to know how this happened but Mary's mother asked my mother if I would do her a favor and take in the mail every day and generally watch the house and I could watch their giant TV if/when I wanted. Mom said it was up to me, I agreed. There were a lot of games on that would be great to see on a giant screen. I watched from my window as Mary and her mom packed the car. Mary saw me look and I could almost swear that she smiled at me, or it could just be wishful thinking. I saw the mail man put stuff in her mailbox just before noon. There was a game on later so I thought I would bring the mail in and watch the game, not a bad way to spend an afternoon. I had no friends so all I really had was my TV. I had lunch and went to Mary's to bring in the mail and get set up for the game. Who of you would not do the same thing in my place? As soon as I got in I investigated or explored. I soon found myself in Mary's bedroom and believe me, it was not as I expected. Oh it was easy to see it was a girl's bedroom but it was so plane. There were no posters of rock bands or hunks, just the bare pink walls. There was a canopy bed and the curtains were lacy and there was a vanity with a bunch of cosmetics and stuff on it and a dresser, and a big closet. I opened the closet to see several, actually quite a few, fancy dresses, and plane dresses hanging there. She had several pairs of shoes and just about everything a girl would have but there was a feeling of drab in the room; maybe they were not as well off as I assumed. Now, in my youth, and sometimes even now, I would dress in my mother's clothes, with her permission, but she is so much bigger than me that I always felt like a little girl playing dress up. Some times even now after supper and before bed I would wear one of my mother's house dresses and sometimes I would wear one of her old granny gowns to bed. I went back to the closet and pulled out a few dresses and held them against me as I had seen girls do when shopping for dresses. I was surprised to see that they looked like they would fit me. I put them back and went to watch the game. All during the first half of the game my mind kept going back to Mary's closet. At half time I went back up, why? I don't know. Before I did not enter her bathroom but this time I did because I had to piss...and I was there. I saw a hamper in the corner and being inquisitive (nosy) I looked in and saw right on top, her school uniform which I assumed she had not washed yet. Now this was surprising, there was a closet in the bedroom, what the hell is this for? Toilet paper and stuff I guessed. I opened it and saw...about a half dozen wigs on wig stands. They were all the same color but different lengths and styles. What the hell would she be doing with a bunch of wigs? I remembered that my mom has a wig or two so she doesn't have to do a lot with her hair but still wants to look good so I thought Mary did the same, or maybe her mother. I looked at the uniform, I looked at myself in the mirror with my close cropped hair and I looked at the wigs. Sooo, I took off my tee shirt and pants and put on the uniform. I looked like I used to when I played dress up in my mothers clothes except that these things fit a lot better. Slowly I put on the wig and, "Viola" I looked like a school girl, and I was amazed at the fact that I no longer looked like a boy. I looked like a girl, a girl with no shape or tits, but a girl none the less. there was a full length mirror in her bedroom and I stood in front of it looking at myself and admiring the sudden and unexpected transformation. I was one cute chick, not beautiful, but cute. I thought that I looked this good just half dressed, how good would I look complete. I found a pair of the knee sox the girls have to wear at school and put them on with a pair of shoes that fit me, back to the mirror and to complete the effect I picked up her book bag on the way to the mirror. If it wasn't for the lack of hips and tits I could pass for a girl anywhere, wow. By the time I remembered the game it was almost over and so as not to miss anymore I did not change, I went to the living room and watched it in the uniform. The next day I just knew I was going to dress again, and for as long as I could, so as soon as my mother left for work I packed a lunch so that I wouldn't have to change to come home for lunch, and ran next door. I took my time and searched Mary's room a lot more thoroughly this time. I always admired her breasts and when I opened the bottom draw of her dresser I had to giggle to myself. I knew that most of the girls stuffed their bras with tissues but Mary used foam rubber falsies, she must be a late bloomer because these seemed like a lot to be used just as stuffing. Well, I put together a complete outfit, bra with the foam to stuff it, panties and a short white dress, I made sure that I would remember exactly where the dress was so I could put it back in the right place when I was through, the other things were no problem, the bra went back in the bra draw and so on. This time I wore panties, and a pair of panty hose which felt so nice, I never wore panty hose before. The dress was short and just about covered my hips and ass. This time when I picked out the wig I wanted, I took a shorter one. I brushed it out and then as I looked in the mirror over her dresser I saw her make- up. I looked at for a few minutes, "In for a penny, in for a pound" I thought and reached for her make-up. Never having worn make-up before it took quite some time getting it on so as to not look like a clown, and when finished I don't think I looked too bad. As with yesterday, I spent a lot of time in front of the mirror admiring myself, I'm not a bad looking chick, for a guy. That day was much like the day before, admiring myself and kind of wishing I had some girl's clothes that fit me and watching a game on TV. I did change to something else later in the day. Another skirt and top. I spent a bit more time putting on some more make-up so I could look better, not that anyone was going to see me but myself. I watched another game in drag, (That is what they call it when a guy dresses as a girl). All too soon t was time to change and go home. I put everything back carefully so she would not see anything out of place, not that I had to be that careful because she was not what you would call "Neat as a pin" but I didn't want to take a chance. I was still "up" after supper so I went to my room and picked out a housedress to wear for the rest of the night after checking with my mother that we were not having any company. After three days of dressing "to the hilt" a simple housedress didn't seem to work but I kept it on until it was time for bed; then I asked my mother if I could wear one of her waltz length gowns to bed, she gave me an old one. I went to sleep that night wondering what treasures I was going to put on the next day. Since I had only two more days, counting tomorrow, I wanted to wear as much clothes as my secret sweetheart had. I had breakfast in my mother's night gown. She left for work and I slipped into a tee shirt and jeans and practically ran to Mary's house completely forgetting my lunch which I had been bringing all week. I thought that since time was running out I would get into some of her fancier dresses. I had seen this one dress that I loved, it was so pretty. It was all white lace and short with one of those hems that go all over the place. (Looking through a magazine sometime later, I learned that it is called a Handkerchief hem). It didn't take me long to get into my basics, bra, panties and pantyhose. As I took the dress off the hanger in the closet I dropped it. Bending down to pick it up I saw something under Mary's bed, a metal box. Curious, I took it from under her bed and put it on top so I could look in it later because it was labeled "Important papers", who knows what a nosy girl would find, and when I looked later I was both shocked and amused at what it contained, but more about that later. I finally got the dress on, and my make-up, and my wig and I was again the very pretty...who? I looked too pretty to even think of myself as Chuck. I used to have a crush on a girl in school last term; no where as big a crush as I have on Mary, her name was Ann Marie, so I am Ann Marie, sexy bitch and best girlfriend of Mary; at least in my mind. On my way out to the living room I spotted the box that I had put on the bed and took it with me. Sitting carefully at the kitchen table so as not to do anything to my dress I opened the box; it could have been labeled "Pandora's Box" from the contents. I had to read the contents several times before I fully understood them. In a nutshell, my sweet Mary, the girl who I adored from afar...IS A BOY. Here is a reader's digest version. He, real name Marty, was a Transsexual, that is, a boy who wanted to be a girl. The first part of making the change was to live as a girl for at least a year. He was in that stage To protect him from physical harm from bullies and such, they moved out of town to here, where they rented a house next to me. I couldn't believe what I was reading but it did explain a few things. It explained why she had no friends, she was probably afraid that having friends would increase her chances of being found out. Doesn't she realize that I would never do anything to hurt her? Of course she, or is it he, doesn't, Well, I didn't change every hour as I had thought I would, I stayed all day in that very pretty dress imagining Mary and myself, Ann Marie, as best girlfriends and doing things together. Talk about a wild imagination. I put the box back where I found it and his dress back in the closet. He, yes he, because that is what he is, a he, no matter how he dressed. I had another dress that I had scheduled to wear that day but I put it off till the next day which should be the last day because my mother was off for the weekend and I didn't think I could stay in Mary's house all day. It surprised me so but I did not change my feelings about Mary. I still wanted to be friends and be with him/her, I wanted him/her to be my girlfriend and I wanted to be the boy friend. [To avoid confusion I will now refer to Mary as a him, OK?] Early the next day I was again in Mary's house and in his bedroom looking at the dress I was going to wear that day, my last day house sitting and quite possibly my last day ever in a dress that fit properly. I carefully picked out the undergarments. I noticed the dress was strapless and needed no bra, it had a built in one. It had a wide full skirt and came to just below my knees. I wore one of his short blond wigs; I think I mentioned earlier that there were several wigs in his room. I felt so dam good in this dress and only wished I had someone to show myself off to, it felt such a waste being alone dressed like this. I wondered where he went that he would need to wear a dress like this. I knew that if I was able to, and had a dress like this I would wear it everyday. As all good things come to an end, so too did that day. With a tear in my eyes I put everything back where it belonged, locked the door and went home. After supper that evening, which I ate in another of my mother's house dresses, she told me that she had to work the next day, Saturday and wouldn't be home until after six at night. This was good news to me for that meant I had one last chance to get into as many of Mary's things as possible. I knew it was going to be a full day of a child being locked in a candy shop. This time to cut down on time I got every thing I was going to wear ready at the same time instead of one at a time as I had been doing. I had noticed Mary wearing these things after school when he would sit on his back porch and completely ignore me. He always looked good in his denim skirts, I wanted to look as good but knew I couldn't but I tried any way and was wrong, I looked good. It also felt so good with the hem rubbing on my legs. I thought about asking my mother if I could by myself some girl's things. She allowed me to wear her dresses and nighties, what would be the difference except if I had my own things they would fit better. I changed just about every hour, mostly denims and other casual things and I looked great in all of them. My final outfit was the best, not the sexiest but the coolest. And it had to be the very last dress. They, Mary and his mother, came home Sunday afternoon. I waved to them and smiled. He ignored me, as usual. I couldn't understand why I wanted a guy, a guy who is pretending to be a girl, to pay attention to me. At school the next day he sat alone as usual at lunch. I sat at the same table. He got up to leave, as usual. I put my hand over his and said, in a quiet voice that no one else could hear, "Don't go 'Marty' "; I said emphasizing the word "Marty". He looked at me and his eyes opened wide and sat back down. "WA...WA...what do you mean? My name is Mary." He said quietly so no one near might hear. His face all pale and eyes wide. "Don't worry, I am not telling any one." I assured him. "I, I, I don't know what you are talking about". "I saw the papers when I was house sitting for you last week. Now let's just have our lunch and talk about something else. We finished our lunch in silence just looking at each other occasionally; at least he looked at me occasionally. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I knew I was making him nervous but I just couldn't believe that this pretty girl sitting across from me was really a boy. And obviously he was because if I was wrong he wouldn't still be sitting there and he wouldn't have been that nervous. The bell rang and I told him to wait for me after school and we could walk home from school together. He just nodded his head. I saw him waiting. I approached him and we turned and walked, side by side. Whispering, because there was some other kids walking around us, I told him basically what I told him at lunch, which wasn't much. There is a small park a few blocks from the school and I led him to it. The benches were far enough apart that we could talk without others hearing us. I told him that I found the papers that told me he was a boy and that he still had almost a year, well, eight months to go. I told him that I would not tell. "OK, you are right. I am a boy and I want to be a girl. You said that you wouldn't tell. How can I trust you? You searched through my stuff. That was wrong?" he looked so sad and scared. I reached in my pocket and took out an envelope and handed it to him. Opening it he saw some of the pictures of me in some of the dresses I had worn last week at his house, his dresses. "You can keep these and if I rat you out you can do what you want, good enough?" As he looked at them and recognized me and the dresses I was wearing as belonging to him I could see him starting to relax a bit. I told him that I liked wearing girl's clothes and that I had none of my own so I took advantage of the opportunity to wear his, although I did not know he was a guy until I happened upon the papers. By the time he finished looking at the pictures and I finished talking he was smiling, the first time I ever saw him smile. He was so much prettier smiling. "Now," I said, "Can we be friends? We have something in common". "OK," He said. We stood and walked home. I do not know when it happened but by the time we reached our houses we were holding hands. In front of his house I asked if we could have lunch together the next day. "I would love that. I am so tired of being alone. Some company would be great, especially someone I like." he turned and went into his house. Did he just say he liked me? We did have lunch together the next day and we walked home together. By the end of the week we were "Going together" as the rest of the kids called it. I really loved going with him and I guess he liked being with me because Friday afternoon when I asked him to go to the movies with me on Saturday he accepted. I told my mother that evening that I had a date with Mary, she seemed happy. She kept telling me I ought to get out more often and that Mary seemed such a nice girl and was quite pretty. I could hardly wait until Saturday evening to come. I was quite busy the next day doing my chores in the yard that I didn't get much of a chance to see him except for that once when he came out and gave me a soda. We talked for awhile but I had to get back to the much neglected yard. Six thirty, I went to pick him up so we could see the early show and be out by nine, our mom's said we should be home by ten; this gave us time to stop at the soda shop and be home on time. He looked hot in his short denim skirt and tank top, I wondered if I would look that good if I ever had the opportunity to wear something like that. I bought our tickets, found seats and settled down to watch the movie. I had my arm around his shoulder because most of the other couples were doing that; the most we had ever done was to hold hands walking home from school. I felt him cuddle up to me and looked over at him, he looked at me and all I saw was a pretty face a few inches away from mine, I leaned forward and almost kissed him when it hit me; what the hell am I doing? I'm at a movie with a guy and I am about to kiss him. I almost pulled back but I didn't have time because he leaned forward and kissed me. My gosh that felt great, my first kiss and it had to be from a guy. Well, it was not the last kiss between us that evening; we didn't really see much more of the movie. I guess the kids at school were right, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. The fact that he was a guy didn't bother me much and by the time the movie was over it didn't bother me at all, I guess he felt the same way or else he would have stopped. At the soda shop we met up with a couple of friends from school who sat with us at our table. Mary and I sat side by side and the couple sat across from us. We talked for awhile when the girls had to go to the ladies room. I wondered for just a second how that was going to work out with Mary being a guy but then I remembered that he used the girl's room at school. Fred, the guy, told me that I was lucky, several of the guys at school tried hitting on her, Mary, [I refer to Mary as him because I know he is a he. When others refer to him I will us the feminine, OK?] And got blown off. He asked me what I had. I told him that it was a secret, (and it was but I was not going to tell him, Fred, what it was). The girls came back, Ethyl sat and kissed Fred so Mary sat and kissed me. We finished our sodas and left, it was getting late. I put my arm around Mary as we walked home. We said good night at the house. It was about a week later. Mary and I were alone in his room right after school. He said that he had to change after school from his uniform. "Why do all the girl's complain about wearing these uniforms? I think they are so cute." I asked him. "I don't know, I like then too. Would you like to wear one? I think I would like to see you dressed, all I ever saw were the pictures you showed me." I thought about it for a minute. He was in his panties and bra at the time having just taken off his uniform. "Why not, I liked the way I looked the last time I wore it a few weeks ago." "Sure, why not. It might be fun." He went to his dresser and took out undies for me, panties and a padded bra which he stuffed with an extra pair of his falsies. I got dressed and he got a wig from his closet, did I mention that he had several? Standing side by side looking in the mirror we looked like two school girls. I felt so good and nervous at the same time; good because I was dressed as I always wanted to be, and nervous because I was doing it in front of someone, never mind that that someone was also a boy dressing (And living) as a girl. We stood in front of the mirror with our arms around each others waists for several minutes. "I have some homework to do", Mary said. We went to the kitchen to use the table as a desk. We sat across from each other and finished his homework; I didn't have any, and then watched some TV together. He reminded me that I had to change before I went home. I reluctantly changed back to my regular clothes with the promise from him that we could do this "Girlfriend" thing more often, which sounded good to me. At supper I asked my mother, again, if I could get some girl stuff for myself. She, as usual, said that I could but I had to use my own money and do my own shopping. "Besides", she said, "How do you know you will look good in regular girls clothes, all you ever wear is my old house dresses and my nighties"? Well, I didn't want to tell her that I wore "Mary's" things when I house sat or that I wore his school uniform today. "Suppose I borrowed something from Mary to see, how would that work?" "If she will lend you something but why would she do something like that?" Thinking fast I came up with, "There was a program last week on TV about cross dressers and she mentioned, teasingly, that she would like to see me in a dress. I also wondered the same thing. If I asked her and she agreed and I looked good would that be OK?" She agreed probably thinking we would never go through with it. I told Mary about it the next day at lunch and he agreed that right after school we would go to his house and he would fix me up with something. It took us about an hour to get me ready; we didn't want to go too far, like with a fancy dress, or too slutty which wouldn't work because he didn't have anything like that. We decided to go typically teen girl. I thought I looked great and it felt so cool. When it was time for me to go home he kissed me and wished me luck. I was sitting in the kitchen when I heard my mother's car in the drive way; I quickly ran to my room so I could make a dramatic appearance. I called from my room that I had a surprise for her and she should wait in the kitchen. I took a few deep breaths and slowly walked to the kitchen to show my mother how I looked. I stood in front of her while she inspected me. I guess she was pleased with how I looked because she hugged me and told me I was beautiful. So it was agreed that I could get my own things and wear them around the house as I had been doing with her old clothes. Several times a week I would borrow something of Mary's' after school and wear them home. Mom seemed pleased at the way I looked that she, contrary to what she said, did buy me some girl's things to get me started especially intimate things which I might be embarrassed to buy myself. I did buy some dresses and skirts myself with the help of Mary; we are both the same size. At the mall I would show him what I wanted and he would purchase it. We had been going together for about two months and the furthest I had been out of the house was when I went home wearing something of his, or in our back yards. Our school prom was coming up and naturally I asked Mary to go with me. He accepted. During that two months we told his mom that I was a cross dresser too so that if she ever saw me in a dress there would be no big deal. What could she say? She was letting her son live as a girl; she had no room to talk. I do think she was a bit antsy about him and I being lovers though. Mary and I had spent several nights as girlfriends at his house so there was no hiding the fact that we were lovers. About the only one in the dark was my mother who was so glad that I had a girlfriend and even became completely acceptable to my dressing several times a week. A week before the prom Mary and his mother went to get his prom gown. I was not allowed to see it but he kept telling me how beautiful it was. I think deep down I wanted to go in a gown myself but I didn't even want to think of what would happen if I showed up in a gown; so I rented a Tux like a good boyfriend. I went to pick Mary up at seven on the nose. I have never seen him so beautiful, even during our make up sessions when we put make up on each other as girls might do when together. Both mothers took pictures of us. The usual ones of me pinning the corsage in my girlfriend's breast, several of us kissing and hugging each other. Mary's mother had accepted us completely as boyfriend and girlfriend; so did my mother but she didn't know that my girlfriend was a guy; as a matter of fact I sometimes forgot it myself, especially when making out, which we did a lot; after all, we are teenagers. (Before you ask...he was still a male physically). The prom was a lot of fun and I got to dance with some of the girls, as Mary got to dance with some of the other boys, I wasn't too happy with that but what the hell, we would be going home together and that is what counts. Mary and I were both sixteen and at our prom. It is no secret that most couples go to a hotel or motel after the prom and spend the night together. It took me a week to convince my mother to let Mary and I spend the night at a hotel. Mary's mother had no problem because she knew that I would not/could not make her daughter pregnant. They, both mothers, got a room for us and brought out change of clothes to the room when they dropped us off at the dance. The motel was only a block from the school. We walked to the motel as did some of the other kids; some had cars and drove to fancier digs. While Mary was changing into his nightie I tried on his gown. It was a bit snug in the waist but he had worn a waist cincher to get it to fit him. I thought I looked good in it even with the waist a bit bulgy. He almost laughed when he saw me in it and I almost swooned when I saw him in what he was going to wear to bed that night. I don't think I ever saw him looking lovelier. I couldn't wait to climb into bed with him even though I had no idea what to do with him. I figured we could just hug and cuddle like we always did. He told me that there was a surprise in the bathroom for me; he packed something special for me to wear that night. I hadn't thought of wearing anything but a tee shirt and boxers, what I wear every night when not wearing one of my mother's gowns. In the bathroom, folded neatly on the top of the toilet bowl was a pile of clothes which turned out to be a matching bra and panties, padding for my tits and a lovely waltz length gown, and one of my favorite wigs. It took me awhile to get dressed but when finished I looked lovely and felt so good. I guess we looked like two lesbians that night in each others arms lying in bed cuddling. That is as far as I am going with this but that we both fell asleep in each others arms. In the morning when we took our shower we had the most fun. I helped him get dressed which was fun for both of us. I stayed naked until he was all dressed, and he was so beautiful in his short dress. I helped him put on his bra by standing in front of him holding his padded bra while he slipped his arms through the straps, then I reached around him and hooked the straps. We did compare bodies, I had a bigger penis than he, but he had the beginning of hips and breasts but his penis was small, like he was a pre teen; he told me he had been taking hormones for a few months. I finally got him dressed and, reluctantly, put on my shirt and pants. I so much wanted to dress like he was and I knew that sooner or later I would be, but not there and not then. Maybe later at home. When his mother came to pick us up I was greatly surprised to see my mother in the car with her and my mother had a sort of smug look on her face, I think they used to call it a cat that ate the canary look. They took us "young lovers" to breakfast and then home where we all sat in my living room. My mom seemed to be bursting at the seams so I asked her what was bothering her. She told me that she knows everything; Mary's mother told her last night when they had supper together. Before we could say anything she said that she didn't exactly approve of the fact that Mary was really a boy but will not interfere because he was going to be a girl soon. I was greatly relieved because I thought she would not let me go with Mary. She said it was my decision. We spent the afternoon just talking about all sorts of things. Mary and I sat side by side in the couch holding hands and cuddling. Mom did have one great surprise for me. I had told her several times how much I wanted to wear the gorgeous gown that Mary wore to our prom and she told me that I might be able to do it. Her firm was having an awards dinner in two weeks and it was a formal affair and if I wanted to I could go as her niece, they knew she had a son, if I wanted to. Naturally I wanted to and hugged her. Then she said that Mary could come too, as my girlfriend. This would work out because for the first time ever we could go out as girlfriends, some thing we always wanted to do. We had a week to get ready. Mary had to get a new gown and, now that school was out, I could get my hair and nails done and I could finally see how I looked in the gown when dressed properly. Getting my hair and nails done was quite a thrill but the biggest thrill was the Awards Dinner and me wearing the gown. Mary loaned me everything I would need, including falsies and a corset. The corset was most uncomfortable and made it difficult to breathe but it sure made the dress fit so wonderful and made me feel so feminine. My mother drove us to the hall where the dance and dinner was. Some of the gowns on the girls were so beautiful and I wished I could have most of them even though I would never have the chance to wear them anywhere but around my house. Mary and I held hands as we entered and made our way to our table. I guess we never realized what we were attending, I know I never did. After dinner and the awards there was dancing. Mary and I were both asked to dance by boys. It didn't seem to bother Mary so much but I froze up the first time I was asked. I loosened up the second time and danced with the guy who asked me. When he took me in his arms I almost pushed him away but in about thirty seconds I let him put his arms around me and hold me. In another fifteen seconds I was at ease in his arms. Well, needless to say...I danced with every guy who asked me and had a great time even when this one guy kissed me and asked for my phone number which I gave him (a wrong) one. I had the greatest time ever that night and knew that Mary and I would go out as girlfriends many times in the future. We did spend a month together as girlfriends, with our mothers, that summer but that is another story. THE END.