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Summers in Dallas
Part 4 - Growing Up
My wonderful summers in Dallas became a whole different existence. At
home, I was just Joe, an everyday kid. But summers were special. I was
surprised at how easily I made the transition from Joe to Mary and back
again. Each summer, I became more immersed in a girl's existence as I
developed friends and acquaintances in Dallas that knew and liked me as
Mary. I enjoyed both of my lives, but I knew that living life "on both
sides of the fence" couldn't last forever and that some day, I would
need to make a decision.
When I started high school, there was one big welcome change. Haircuts
were no longer part of my school's dress code! I didn't cut my hair at
all that year, and when it grew long enough, I began to wear it in a low
ponytail. Physically, it was apparent that I would be a late bloomer.
I had grown to about 5'-6" and still had a very slim, delicate build.
Nevertheless, the first hints of adolescence were starting to become
apparent. As my body began to show those first changes, I hated it! I
guess that emotionally, my decision about the which side of that fence
to choose seemed to have been made for me. Mom and Dad and I talked a
lot about it, and after weeks of soul-searching, Mom took me to a
specialist in Dallas. He asked me lots of questions and gave me some
tests, then referred us to a psychologist. The psychologist was very
understanding and professional, and I answered all of her questions
honestly. After several interviews, she explained that with my parents'
permission, I could be put on a regimen of female hormones and
testosterone blockers that would change my body chemically from male to
female. She was very blunt, and warned me that while some of the
changes would be reversible, others wouldn't. I would probably never be
able to father children. I would eventually begin to develop breasts,
and if I ever changed my mind and wanted to be a male, I would have to
get them surgically removed. While neither my mom nor sisters were
built like Jayne Mansfield, the doctor told me that over time, I would
develop definite breasts. She said that since I hadn't really begun
puberty yet, my skeletal structure would develop like a female's, with a
wide pelvis, narrow shoulders, and delicate arms and legs. I asked her
how quickly the changes would happen. She said that they would be very
gradual, almost unnoticeable at first, but that after a year or so, I
would begin to show unmistakeable female physical characteristics.
I thought about it for a long time. I enjoyed my boy's life, but I knew
that as Mary, I felt more "appropriate." I felt more like my true
"self." I agreed to start on hormones in October. The psychologist was
right about the changes being gradual. Maybe they had me on a low
dosage. I took my pills every day, but I couldn't tell much difference
at first. My penis didn't have the same sensitivity as before. It just
sort of hung there like an object, not much bigger than when I was a
kid, maybe even smaller. It wasn't so much what was happening to my
body as what wasn't happening. I noticed my male friends at school
getting bigger and bulkier and getting hair on their arms, legs, and
chests. Their voices broke and then got deeper.
On the other hand, I seemed to stay the same. The same light downy fuzz
covered my legs and arms that had always been there. I stayed small and
thin. I never had any problems with my complexion, while most of my
classmates did. Around Christmas, I began to notice an itching and
sensitivity in my nipples. I would lay in my bed at night with my hands
flat over my chest, slowly massaging and kneading them. It relieved the
itching and felt really good! By the time spring rolled around, my
nipples had enlarged and protruded from my chest slightly. They didn't
look like full breasts yet, but they didn't look like they belonged on a
boy's chest, either! I started wearing an Ace bandage around my chest
to hide them under my boy's shirts. By May, my boy's clothes just
didn't fit right. They were too big in the waist and too small in the
hips. Even my panties seemed tight. Mom talked about getting me some
new boy's clothes, but since I was going to Dallas in a couple of weeks
to stay with Gran, we figured it didn't really matter.
School let out in May, and I was off to Dallas again. When I got there,
Gran took me to my room and I got a wonderful surprise. She had made my
room over into a girl's room! It was beautiful! Cream colored lace
curtains were on the windows, and there was a big bed with a lacy, cream
colored canopy. There was a lovely white vanity table with a lighted
mirror, filed with cosmetics! The bathroom had been done over in pink
and white tile. I even had a TV in my bedroom! I slipped off my
clothes, got into the bath and began my practiced transformation from
Joe to Mary. The first thing I noticed was how good it felt to put on
my training bra. It felt too tight, but it cupped the flesh on my chest
and gathered and shaped it into small mounds. Even better, the bra
covered my sensitive nipples and kept them from itching. My dresses
from last summer still fit. In fact, they seemed to fit better! How
could that be? I took off my dress and looked in the full-length
mirror. Standing there in panties, stockings, garter belt, and a bra, I
looked at my body. The changes that I hadn't noticed while wearing
boy's clothes were now obvious. My hips were definitely getting wider.
My little genitals were easily restrained by my panties. Turning
around, I saw that my butt had widened. The panties framed and cupped
my cheeks, and there were two little dimples on either side of my lower
back. Definitely no "boy" there! The panties were uncomfortably tight,
and I knew that Gran and I had a lot of shopping to do.
Even more striking was my hair. I hadn't cut it since the fall, and
under the influence of the hormones, it had grown thick and full, and
now reached to my shoulder blades. It was parted in the middle, and
without the ponytail, it hung straight and wavy on either side of my
head. It was a mess.
Gran saw me looking at myself and playing with my hair and said, "I made
an appointment at the beauty shop for you tomorrow. I figured you could
use a trim and style." A beauty salon! I had gotten my nails done
there (and needed to do so again), but I had never gone there for the
works! I had never had this much hair before, and I realized that I was
going probably going to be making a lot of trips to the beauty shop this
summer. Gran said that she had planned a shopping day for us tomorrow,
then a trip to the salon. It sounded great!
The next morning, I brushed out my hair and put it into a high ponytail.
I wore a casual blouse and skirt set as Gran and I went to Nieman's.
Short skirts, minidresses, and pantyhose were all the rage. Maybe I was
just old fashioned, but I preferred stockings and garter belts. But I
realized that if I were going to be stylish, I would need to wear
pantyhose. First, we stocked up on new panties, slips, half-slips,
camisoles, pantyhose, stockings, garter belts, and bras. Bra shopping
was different this time because I had to be fitted. Gran and the
saleslady took me back to one of the changing rooms and had me remove
all my clothes above the waist. The saleslady took a few measurements
and came back with several bras in different styles. The first one was
a very simple sheer cup bra with no lace and no padding. It looked and
felt great. It brought out the appearance of my little chest mounds
until they weren't "little chest mounds" anymore. They were small, but
they were unmistakably "breasts." The next bra was much more
substantial, with lace cups and padding. I attached the hooks in back,
slipped my arms through the straps, and adjusted them on my shoulders.
Gran told me to lift my breasts and to adjust the flesh inside the cups.
I looked in the mirror. Oh, my! The bra gave me a set of real breasts!
The flesh was forced up into mounds at the top of my chest! I even had
a little bit of cleavage! The bra gave me a modest B cup, but the
cleavage drew attention to my breasts and gave them emphasis. The
physical changes that I had been going through were now obvious. It was
a little scary, and I wondered if I would ever be able to wear boy's
clothes again.
We bought bras in assorted colors and styles, some padded, some not.
Most had lacy cups and embroidered flowers between the cups. We bought
a naughty little black bikini panty, garter belt, and push up bra set
that made me look very grown up. The front of the panties and bra were
black satin with embroidery and the back of the panties were sheer. I
knew I wouldn't be wearing that to church!
We moved on the the Juniors department and bought several cute outfits
with short pleated skirts, a couple of body hugging short dresses, and
even some shorts and t-shirts. We got another pretty white "church
dress," although this one was more low cut than any I had worn before.
I stepped from the dressing room, feeling very grown up, looking in the
mirror and admiring the way the dress accented my breasts and hips, when
I looked over at Gran. She was holding a little black cocktail dress.
It was very simple, low-cut, with a figure-hugging bodice. The skirt
was made of some sort of diaphanous material that floated as the dress
moved. It was gorgeous! I forgot all about my church dress.
"They'll be having dances at the country club this summer. I think this
would be the perfect, don't you?," said Gran. I tried it on and it fit
perfectly. Wearing it, I didn't look like a girl. I looked like a
woman. With the right hairstyle, makeup, and jewelry, I would be a
heartbreaker in this dress! It was obvious that Gran had decided that I
wasn't going to be a "little girl" this summer. I was growing up. From
now on, I was going to present myself as a young woman.
After we finished in Juniors, Gran and I bought several new pairs of
shoes, including some very mature open-toed slingbacks and elegant
strappy sandals with 2 1/2 inch heels. Gran noted that sandalfoot
pantyhose would be good to wear with these shoes, since I wouldn't want
the reinforced toe to show. (Heck, I LIKED looking at my reinforced
toes, but fashion is a harsh mistress!)
We were so loaded down with new purchases, we needed help to get
everything to the car. We still had a couple of hours before my
appointment at the salon, so we went home and I began to put away my new
clothes. I put each new outfit on a padded hanger, realizing that these
were now my only clothes! I hadn't packed any of my ill-fitting boy's
clothes from home, and after three more months of hormones, they would
be unwearable anyway. I was stuck wearing dresses. It gave me a little
thrill to think that for awhile anyway, even if I wanted to, I couldn't
go back to being a boy. I arranged my panties, slips, hosiery, and
lingerie in my dresser drawers. My new shoes were lined up at the
bottom of my closet.
I was admiring my new treasures when Gran came in and said, "Let's go,
Mary, it's time for your appointment at the beauty salon!" I was
wearing a polka-dot summer dress and a pair of open toed slingbacks with
a matching purse. No stockings. Gran had arranged for the works for
me, including a pedicure.
We walked into the salon and were greeted immediately by Gran's regular
stylist, Julia. She was a very elegant and professional looking woman
about 45 years old.
"Hi, Mary! It's good to see you again! Your grandmother told me how
much you had grown; I can see what she meant! " said Julia. "We have
you set up for the full treatment today. Follow me." I followed Julia
to one of the chairs and sat down.
"Your hair is long enough to do almost anything. Let's look through
this style book to see how you want to wear your hair this summer." We
looked through a glossy magazine with hundreds of hairstyles, and I
pointed to several longer styles that I liked. Julia discussed the
advantages and disadvantages of each, talking about ease of maintenance
and how each style could be rearranged for daily casual or more formal
evening looks. She ran her hands through my hair, noting that it was
very full and not too fine to be able to hold a style well. We finally
decided on a very versatile long cut that could be rearranged to an updo
for evenings and still be pretty and feminine in the daytime. She said
that I needed a little trimming of a few split ends, but my length would
still be well down my back.
Julia had me lean all the way back in the chair, then sprayed water into
my hair and applied shampoo. She worked her fingers through my hair,
lathered the shampoo, and rinsed. Then she sat me back up and began to
carefully trim my ends. After several minutes of that, she applied a
conditioning gel, then began combing my hair out. Next, she brought out
a tray of curlers and sectioned off strands of my hair, rolling each
strand into one of the curlers. I had never had my hair in curlers
before, and the tightness of them on my head felt funny. While Julia
worked on my hair, a technician worked on my nails. I had let them grow
out some toward the end of school, but we decided that extensions would
still be a good idea. The nail technician applied lotion to my hands,
then had me soak my nails in a thick liquid to soften them. While she
worked on filing and polishing my fingernails, she had me soak my feet
to get ready for a pedicure. Even though I had been taking hormones for
several months, this experience was a shock. Yesterday morning, I had
been a "boy!" Now I was sitting in a beauty salon, getting my hair,
hands, and feet worked on by female technicians, all working to make me
look beautiful. Julia continued with the curlers, some large ones at
the top of my head and smaller ones just near my cheekbones. After what
seemed like forever, she was done with my hair, at least for the moment.
She washed my face and applied some goopy, opaque, greenish "beauty
mask" to my face and neck. I was taken to one of the drying stations
and given a copy of "Cosmopolitan" to look at while my hair dried. My
nails were longer than they had ever been, and my toes...how did they
make my FEET look so pretty? Slender and smooth, with cute little red-
tipped toes.
When my time under the dryer was up, Juiia brought me back over to the
styling chair. She peeled off the beauty mask, and I was amazed at how
cool and tingly my face felt. I watched in the mirror as she removed
each of the curlers from my hair, brushing each segment out and setting
it into place. She began combing and teasing, working my hair to look
like the style I had chosen. She kept telling me about hair care, and
what I would need to do every day to keep my hair looking pretty. The
results were amazing. I had a luxurious mane of thick, shiny, bouncy
hair. When I shook my head, my curls bounced all around me, then all
fell back into place.
"What do you think?" asked Julia.
"I can't believe that's me!" I gushed.
"Yes, that's some of my best work," she said. "Keep in mind what I said
about daily care and you should be able to keep it looking this good all
the time. Should I set you up for a weekly appointment for a touch up?"
I readily agreed. Next, Julia applied a casual daytime makeup look to
my face. When she finished with the lipstick, I looked like one of the
models in the ads in Cosmo!
Gran came over and admired my new look.
Julia glanced at Gran and sarcastically remarked, "It's so EASY to be
beautiful when you're young," and both she and Gran laughed. I WAS
beautiful, in a way I had never been before. Gran paid the bill and
with a "See you soon, Julia!" we were off for a late lunch.
We had lunch at a little sidewalk restaurant near the Lakewood Theater,
then strolled together past some of the shops nearby. I couldn't help
noticing that I was getting...well...LOOKS from men. Some guy would
come walking past, glance over at me, then do a double take. It
happened a lot. Some men didn't even try to hide it - they just stared.
This wasn't like a church full of people staring at me as the angelic
little flower girl, this was just me sitting down having lunch. And it
was MEN.
"You're going to have to get used to that, Mary," said Gran. This was a
whole new aspect of femininity that I hadn't anticipated. I was scared
by the idea that men wold find me attractive, but it sent a little
thrill through me, too.
As we ate, Gran said, "I got a call from someone asking about you, by
the way."
Who?" I asked.
"Michael."
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