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The Project Synopsis: A group of girls at Chris' high school decide to make him their project for the next four years - feminizing him - and they get some help from an unexpected source during the fourth year. Eighth Grade I wouldn't exactly say that we live in the wilderness or anything like that, but we live in a part of upper New York State that is mainly rural - small family farms and stuff like that. The area where I live does have a school, but it's only for grades K-8, no high school (more about that later). There are only about 150 kids in the school and there's just one teacher for each grade. Mrs. Houser, the fourth grade teacher, doubles as the Phys. Ed. teacher and most of the time she just has us doing exercises and calesthetics and running around an outdoor track and stuff like that - no real organized sports like basketball or baseball or football. I guess that bothers me less than it bothers some of the other kids as I've never been really good at sports - guess some kids are more coordinated than others - like, whenever I'll get together with some of my friends for a pick-up game of baseball, I'll always be the guy who strikes out - but it doesn't bother the other guys - it's just a friendly game and we've all known each other since we were in Kindergarten so we all make allowances for each other. I've got a brother, Cark who is a little more than two years older than me. Looking at me and Carl you wouldn't think that we had the same parents. Carl is already almost six feet tall and weighs close to 200# - and it's all muscle - no fat - while I'm only 5' 4" and weigh 123#. Carl's really good at sports and is much closer to Dad than I am. Dad's always taking Carl on camping trips and fishing and stuff like that and to some of the professional sports events in the larger cities nearby. That doesn't bother me, though, I went along with them a couple of times and couldn't understand why anyone would put up with mosquito bites, and coming home with your sneakers all wet and your clothes smelling all fishy, or why you'd drive over an hour and pay lots of money to get into a stadium where you sat in uncomfortable seats next to guys who were drinking beer and yelling at the players on the field over a bunch of plays that they disagreed with - didn't make much sense to me. Carl had graduated from Elementary school two years ago and was now attending a small high school in a nearby school district, and about halfway through the eighth grade it kind of sunk in that I had a big choice to make - where to go to high school. The local school district has agreements with four surrounding districts that have high schools that allow students from our district to attend their high schools to continue their education. Now, three of those high schools are relatively small and located in rural districts while one is in a larger city about an hour's drive from here. That one is really big - like there are about 3,000 students - but it has a pretty good record and offers lots of courses that the smaller schools don't offer. Guess that's why my parents and the guidance counselor have been pushing me to choose that high school. I did get a chance to tour it and, once I got over the size - like, it occupies a whole block and if four stories high - I was kind of impressed by it. I wasn't wild about spending two hours every day riding a bus back and forth but finally agreed with my folks and decided to go to the big city high school. Guess that wasn't all that popular a decision because of the 21 kids in my graduating class, only five others decided to go to that school - and all of them were girls! And what was worse was that several of those girls and I hadn't really gotten along for several years. Like, as far back as the third or fourth grade I had started teasing them - you know how boys tease girls - and they had gotten pretty mad at me a couple of times and it had gotten to the point where their parents called my parents a couple of times and complained about the teasing, and of course that got me in trouble at home. "Oh well, it's going to be a big school," I thought, "They can do their thing and I can do mine." My Freshman Year Man, I didn't realize how much of a hassle the bus rides to and from school were going to be, like, Doan, Kellie, Jean, Kay, Sierra and I have to be at our old elementary school by 6:30am to board a special school bus for a 45 minute ride to a drop point where we will be picked up by a bus from the high school that has been picking up other students in that area, and then it's another 30 minute ride to the high school, getting us there just a few minutes before homeroom starts at 8:00am. And then in the afternoon we reverse the process, leaving the high school shortly after classes are out at 3:30pm and arriving back at our old elementary school about 5:15pm - or so. I guess the only good thing about the ride is that it gives me a chance to catch up on a little studying or work on an assignment - at least during the portion of the ride on the special bus - once we get on the high school bus there's too much noise and activity to concentrate on anything. The first couple of days at the high school I really hated it, like, I didn't know my way around the huge building, and I didn't know any of the other kids (well, except for the five girls from my elementary school, of course), and since the high school had grades 6-12 almost all of the other kids had been together at least two years and had formed friendships and bonds and cliques and weren't really interested in becoming friends with some kids from, "Out in the boonies," as I heard one of them refer to me once. After another week or so I had learned my way around the high school but still hadn't made any friends so I ended up spending most of my time hanging around with the five girls from my old school. Because of the way the guidance counselor had set up our classes the six of us were in all the same classes - except for one section of English where only Doan was in the same section that I was. And I guess that they'd gotten over being mad at me for teasing them in elementary school as they were pretty nice to me. Finally, after about another month, I gave up trying to make any new friends in the high school and Doan, Kellie, Jean, Kay, Sierra and I became a "gang of six." Halfway through my Freshman year I had to do something with my hair, but first let me explain how I treated my hair. I really, really didn't want to spend a lot of time messing around with my hair - and that includes haircuts. What I had been doing for as long as I could remember was getting a haircut when the weather began to turn warm in the spring - and a really short haircut - like, a "buzz" cut. That would be comfortable during the warm summer months and as the weather began to grow colder my hair would also be growing out, and I'd just let it grow during the school year. So by the next spring it would be, like, four inches or so long. Mom would occasionally trim it in the back but I wouldn't touch the front or the sides much so by the time it was due to be cut again, I'd have to part it (on the left side) and comb it across my forehead to keep it out of my eyes, and my ears would be pretty much covered up - and then I'd get another "buzz" cut and the whole cycle would start over again. Except that, with all of the excitement involved with graduating from eighth grade and with my folks wanting me to look nice for my graduation photos, I'd skipped the buzz cut that spring and just gone to the barber for a quick trim. So that by about four months into the school year it had gotten really long - like in the front it was over six inches long and I had to keep brushing it back out of my eyes and on the sides and in the back it now brushed against the top of my shoulders. So anyway, I was eating lunch in the school cafeteria a couple of weeks ago and every time I leaned forward to take a bite of food my hair would fall down over my eyes and I'd have to brush it back and I finally mumbled, "..... stupid hair .....," or something like that. Sierra looked over at me and said, "You know Chris, it does look pretty shaggy and messy." "Yeah, I think I'll see if I can get it cut short this weekend." "Cut short? Like, how short?" "Buzz cut, maybe?" I replied. And at that point several of the other girls joined the conversation and they were all telling me what a bad idea that was and how my hair would look so much better if I just had it trimmed and styled a little. "Trimmed and styled?" I thought, that sounded way too girlie to me - and I told them that. Anyway, I guess they decided to make my hair a project, because two days later after we'd boarded the bus at the elementary school, Kay took a couple of things out of her backpack and she and Jean sat on either side of me and began to work on my hair. I guess Kay's older sister works in a beauty shop and she had loaned Kay some scissors and combs and things like that and given her some tips on how to use them. I protested that I really didn't want anything done to my hair but Kay got this really determined look on her face and told me that she was just going to "..... neaten things up a little and stop being so fussy," so I shut up. So anyway, as we're riding along Kay is combing my hair and trimming it a little, and then combing it some more and then more trimming, and I'm just hoping that the bus doesn't hit a bump and she'll slip and take off part of one of my ears. When we got to the high school I made a quick trip to the Boy's Room to see what she had done and I was relieved to see that it didn't look much different, well, maybe just a little neater in the back. For the next couple of days Kay brought the scissors and combs and things along on the bus and continued to work on my hair. Finally, at the end of the third day just before we pulled into the elementary school parking lot she put all her stuff away and proclaimed her work "finished." I was hoping that she hadn't made it look really girlie so I hurried home and looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom. Well, it wasn't a style that I would have picked but it didn't look as bad as I was afraid that it would. Kay had parted it on the left and combed it over my forehead, just barely covering the top of my right eye. I had bangs on either side that covered my ears and framed my face and that ended up in feathery waves on my shoulders. I could tell that Dad didn't like it because when I came down for supper that night and he saw my hair he got this kind of disgusted look on his face - but at least he didn't say anything about it to me. And after a couple of weeks, I got to really like my new hairstyle. The only problem was that it took me, like, about a half hour to brush and comb it in the morning and I was already getting up at 5:30am to make it to the bus pickup point at the elementary school by 6:30am and I didn't want to lose any more sleep. So I got Mom to buy me a couple of sets of combs and brushes and a couple of small mirrors and I kept one set on the top of the dresser in my room and put the other set in my backpack so that I could be tending to my hair during the first leg of the bus ride to school. And then, if it had gotten messed up during the day I could touch it up on the last leg of the bus ride home. I realized the girls were touching up their hair at noon after letting lunch in the Cafeteria but I wasn't sure that I wanted the other guys to see me brushing and combing my hair in the Boy's Room so I waited till the bus ride home. About two months before the end of the school year, we had to register for next year's classes and we had been talking about what classes to sign up for, hoping that we could have as many of the same classes and sections as possible. The girls were going to sign up for a class called "Family & Consumer Science" and I had no idea what that was, but I always liked science classes so I signed up for that too. By the end of the school year, my hair had gotten to the point where it now fell about two inches below the tops of my shoulders. At first it felt really strange to feel it swinging back and forth a little as I walked and rubbing against my shoulders but eventually I got to like the feel of it. Even though I was brushing and combing it the way Kay had showed me, I noticed that the girls' hair seemed to be, well, smoother and shinier than mine was. I asked Kay about that and she asked me what brand of conditioner I was using. "Conditioner?" I asked. Kay got this disgusted look on her face, like, "Doesn't he know anything about hair?" And then she explained that I needed to shampoo my hair every couple of days and then apply conditioner to it. The next day she handed me some partly used bottles of the shampoo and conditioner that she used and gave me a few hints on how to use and apply them. I tried them for a couple of days and, WOW, did they make my hair look a lot better - fuller and more glossy and shinier! The part about them that I wasn't wild was that they left my hair with a slight strawberry fragrance but I got used to that and when I used up what Kay had given me, bought some more of the same brand but picked a peach fragrance as I wasn't that wild about strawberry. My Sophomore Year Golly, the Family & Consumer Science course wasn't what I thought that it would be. I thought that it was going to be a regular science course with equipment and labs and experiments and fun stuff like that. But this course is all about stuff like food and nutrition, and interior design, and life skills and clothing and junk like that. After the first couple of classes I was going to drop the course and transfer to something more interesting but the girls got on my case and convinced me that I should give it more of a try. The high school has a whole lot of clubs and organizations and a couple of them like the Math Club and maybe even the Boys Choir seemed like they might be fun but the problem was that that would require a change to the bus schedule that the six of us were using to get home after school - as most of the meetings were held shortly after the end of classes in the afternoon and lasted for a couple of hours. I was talking with the girls about how I wanted to join a couple of the groups and they told me in no uncertain terms that no way were they going to hang around school for a couple of hours more one or two days a week so that I could join a couple of groups that they thought were really dumb. So what did they all do, but join something called "The Future Homemakers of America" which I wasn't sure what it was all about but it really didn't sound like the kind of thing a guy would be interested in. And since there were five of them and one of me, guess what, the bus schedule got changed so that they could attend the FHA meetings after school one day a week. After a couple of weeks of hanging around the Library for a couple of hours once a week waiting for the FHA meeting to end so we could catch the bus home, I was complaining to them about how unfair it was to make me wait so they could go to one of their stupid meetings. Well, they ganged up on me and told me to quit complaining and if I was just going to be bored sitting in the Library or in Study Hall, why didn't I just come and sit in on the FHA meetings - I might still be bored but at least they'd know where I was so we could get right on the bus after the meeting was over. I couldn't really argue with getting home a little earlier so I started sitting in on the FHA meetings - felt a little uncomfortable being the only guy in a room full of girls at first but I just sat in the back of the room and pretty much ignored what was going on at the meeting. I've always been kind of a "hands on" guy - I like to take things apart and fix them and stuff like that. Well, one of our neighbors had thrown away an old lawnmower - the engine still worked, sort of, but the drive mechanism had quit and he had gotten tired of having to push it to mow his lawn. So anyway, he'd given it to me and I was working on rebuilding the engine to get it running a little better - didn't really have any plans to do anything with it when I was done but it was fun to be working on it. After I'd finished working on it one evening and I was getting ready for bed, I realized how cruddy my hands had gotten - like, they were really greasy and black and there was dirt under my fingernails and a couple of them were chipped or broken at the ends. "Man, that looks pretty gross," I thought, so I cleaned them up as best I could but the next day they still looked pretty wicked and the girls were kidding me about how grungy they looked. "Yeah? You try rebuilding a 2-cycle engine and see what your hands end up looking like," I thought. But I did kind of think that they had a point so I thought that in the future I'd try to take a little better care of them. It's kind of funny but the F&CS course is getting kind of interesting. We've just finished a module on textiles and fabrics and I was surprised to find how interesting it had been. Like, I didn't realize how many different kinds of fabrics and textures and colors there were and how each combination had its particular application - I'm getting kind of glad that the girls talked me into not dropping the course. My birthday was last week and the girls surprised me by giving me a card that they had all signed and a small box wrapped in a pretty pink paper. Anyway, when I opened it I found that it contained a pair of earrings. I guess I must have gotten this kind of "grossed out" look on my face as they giggled and told me that lots of guys wear earrings these days and besides, they were, like, just these small studs with a little diamond (Or, more likely, just a piece of cut glass) on them. Of course, the problem was that I'd have to get my ears pierced before I could wear them, so on the next Saturday, we went over to Doan's house and they put ice cubes on my earlobes and then pierced them with a needle and rubbed some antiseptic on them and put in the earrings. It really didn't hurt all that much and I'm, like, doing my "brave guy" thing, like, "Oh, blood? That's nothing. You should have seen what it looked like when Carl hit me in the forehead with a tree branch. Man, I almost had to get a transfusion!" And even though I wasn't wild about wearing earrings, at least my hair covered my ears so you couldn't tell that my ears had been pierced. Now that I've been taking better care of my hands, and my fingernails especially, for several months, my fingernails have grown out past the tips of my fingers and I was thinking that I'd have to start trimming them. I'd mentioned that to Kellie and she was, like, "Oh no, you don't want to cut them back, they're just beginning to look nice," and she was telling me how I should file the ends to make them smooth and put some clear polish on them. Man, that did not seem like something that I wanted to do but the next day Kellie brought some stuff along on the bus and on the way to school she shaped the ends of my nails and then on the way home put clear polish on them - that was kind of a hassle as I had to be careful not to let anything touch them while the polish dried - but I did have to admit that when she was done with them, that they did look a lot neater and shiny. It's kind of funny but since I've been taking the FC&S course, I've grown closer to Mom. Quite often when the course gets into a new module I'll sit down with Mom and show her what we're going to be covering. There was one module on Menu Planning and Cooking and I had absolutely NO CLUE as to what was going on so Mom helped me out a lot and I even got to the point where she showed me how to cook a couple of simple recipes, like spaghetti and meat sauce, and macaroni and cheese - kind of neat to actually be able to eat something that I'd cooked by myself. Near the end of the F&CS course we all had to complete a sewing project. The school provided the plans (They called them "patterns.") and the fabric and all the sewing supplies and all we really had to do was cut the fabric according to the pattern and use the machines to sew the pieces together. Being kind of mechanically inclined I was one of the best kids in the class when it came to using the sewing machines. Anyway, I wasn't sure what I wanted to sew for my project but I finally decided on a shirt - except that they didn't have any patterns for boy's shirts so I picked the closest thing I could find - a girl's blouse. I figured that I'd make a blouse that would be the right size for someone about my size, but man was that hard to figure out because girl's sizes are way different than boy's sizes. But with the help of the teacher, I figured out that a size 12 or 14, or maybe even a 16 would probably be close. I didn't want anything too fancy so I just picked a tan silk fabric and got to work. Well, I soon found out why the teacher kept saying, "Measure twice, cut once," because the first set of pieces I sewed together would have looked pretty good - if the person wearing them was The Bride of Frankenstein that is. But my second attempt really came out pretty good. I was showing it to the girls on the ride home and they were all, like, "Oh Chris, you have to put it on so we can see what it looks like." So I pulled off the polo shirt I was wearing and put on the blouse and found that it really did fit me pretty well. I fluffed my hair out over the blouse's collar and turned around so the girl's could admire my work. Doan was, like, "Oh Chris, it makes you look so pretty," but I guess she must have seen the look on my face for she stammered, "Oh ..... uh ..... I mean it makes you look so handsome," and I guess that I blushed a little at the complement as the girls giggled. I kept the blouse on to show Mom how nice it looked and she agreed that I'd done an excellent job. I was so proud that I wore it till I went to bed that night even though Carl kidded me a little and I could tell from Dad's scowl that he didn't like it. Every year shortly before the start of summer vacation, the FHA puts on a fashion show. I wasn't wild about participating in it but the girls kept telling me that I just HAD to model the blouse that I'd made for F&CS. So I reluctantly agreed and the girls helped me get ready. Kellie found a pair of her white slacks that would fit me - they were kind of loose around my rear end and hips, and tight around my waist, but the bottom of the blouse covered that up pretty well. Just before the show was to start Kay looked at me with a quizzical look on her face and then mumbled to herself, "Yeah, that's what you need," and reached into her backpack and pulled out a compact and brushed some violet eye shadow around my eyes. When she held up the compact's mirror so that I could see what she had done, I couldn't believe how much the eye shadow made my eyes look so big and beautiful. But right after the show I quickly washed it off - didn't want any guys to see me wearing eye shadow! Before the end of our Sophomore year we have to indicate what we think we might want to do when we graduate from high school - I guess it's so that the Guidance Counselors can make sure that we sign up for the right courses to prepare for that career. I was, like, "Man, I'm not even sure what I want to do this weekend, let alone when I graduate from high school," as I was sitting with the girls in the Cafeteria looking at the long list of possible careers that the Guidance Office had given us to start us thinking about possibilities. I think the girls were getting kind of tired about my indecision as they had filled out their forms within minutes. Finally the five-minute warning bell rang and Sierra got this exasperated look on her face, grabbed my form, circled a career and shoved it back in my hand. "There. Problem solved," she said as we went off to our next class. I looked down at the form and saw that she had circled "Cosmetology." My Junior Year I was just kind of bored, hanging around the house one week in July. The rest of my family was off doing their "things" and all the girls except Doan were vacationing with their families and Doan had gotten a summer job at a day care center that kept her occupied most weekdays. I'm not sure why, but my thoughts had drifted back to how nice my eyes had looked when Kay had put eye shadow on them at the FHA Fashion Show and I was thinking that it might be fun to experiment a little more with eye shadow. So I rode my bike over to a nearby drug store and bought a couple of different colors - the same shade of violet that Kay had used, some very dark brown (almost black), a lighter tan and some pink. When I got back home I went up to my room and started to apply the dark brown eyeshade - I'd never done this before and I wasn't sure how much to apply or how large an area to cover. So anyway, I'd been working at it for about a half hour when I heard the doorbell ring. Man, I didn't want anyone to see me wearing eyeshade, other than the girls, of course, but I peeped out a window and saw that it was Doan so I went downstairs and opened the front door to let her in. She took one step into the house, stopped and stared at me and her eyes opened really wide - and then she giggled a little and then burst out laughing. "Okay, what's so funny," I asked. "Well, it looks like you've been experimenting with eye shadow." "Yeah. So? It doesn't look good on me?" "No. It looks fine. If you're a raccoon, that is. You've got these big black circles around your eyes!" "So. You think you could do a better job?" "Couldn't do a worse job. Here, let's clean you up and I'll show you how to do it right." So anyway, Doan cleaned off all the eye shadow that I had applied and then she spent over an hour with me, showing me how to apply eye shadow and then having me apply and remove it several times while she offered suggestions. Finally when she thought that I was now capable of doing a decent job by myself she said, "Okay Chris, now let's move on to eyeliner and mascara." Oh man, I'd heard the terms before but I was, like, way ignorant of what they were or how to use them. But Doan spent another hour with me, working with some cosmetics that she had in her backpack and finally held up a mirror to let me see the final results. Oh My God! My eyes looked so big and beautiful and I had these long eyelashes and I was just ..... so ..... well, overwhelmed with how beautiful I looked that I burst into tears, and of course that got my mascara all wet and I had these drops of black goop running down my face and I looked like a character from the Addams Family and that got Doan laughing, and then I was laughing, and we were hugging each other, and then Doan Kissed me, and I kissed her back, and all of a sudden we both realized that here we were in my bedroom and we had been hugging and kissing and we immediately stepped back from each other and Doan was blushing and I guess that I probably was too as my face felt hot. "Well, so now that you know how to do it," Doan said as she prepared to leave, "Don't get too carried away. Remember that less is sometime more." As I was lying in bed that night, I was thinking about how it had felt to hug and kiss Doan and the funny thing was that it hadn't felt really like ..... well, like a boy-girl hug and kiss, but more like the quick hug and kiss that I had seen girls exchange frequently at school when something nice had just happened or when they met. But I did take Doan's advice about the eye makeup - I did start applying eye shadow most mornings when I got up but I didn't apply very much of it - I wanted my eyes to look a little prettier but nothing extreme - and I'd use the eyeliner and mascara very infrequently - and never when Chris or Dad would see it - Mom was okay with the makeup but I knew that Dad especially would read me the riot act if he ever saw it! By the middle of August, all the girls were back in town and the weather had been pretty hot and humid so the six of us decided to have a pool party one Wednesday. Sierra's folks had put in an in-ground pool last summer so we all went over to her house mid-morning, loaded down with MP3 players, snacks, magazines, sunscreen, towels and pool blankets, sunglasses, hats, swimsuits, and you name it. The girls went into the house to change into their swimsuits and I'd put my swimsuit on under my jeans when I got dressed that morning so I just pulled off my Tee and me jeans and jumped in the pool. A little while later the girls came out of the house and WOW, did they look great. All of them had these little bikinis on, except for Doan who was wearing a one-piece suit - she's Chinese or Vietnamese or something and I guess her parents are a little stricter on the clothes that she can wear. In a way, I was kind of embarrassed because the girls looked so nice and here I was, wearing a big baggy pair of boy's black swim shorts that hung most of the way down to my knees, but it didn't seem to bother the girls so I kind of forgot about how much nicer their swimsuits looked than mine did. After an hour or so the sun was nearly overhead and it was getting pretty warm so we began to apply sunscreen. It was, like, kind of a community project - we'd apply it to the parts of our bodies that we could reach and then we'd turn to whoever was closest and ask them to apply it to the other areas. I'd asked Kay to help me with my back and she obliged - it felt really nice to feel her oily hands rubbing my back and massaging my muscles (the few that I had) and I was so relaxed that when she was done I just laid down on my back on my beach towel and enjoyed the warm rays of the sun. All of a sudden I heard Kay say, "Eewwww, that's gross!" "Gross? What's gross," I asked, opening my eyes and sitting up. "That," she said, pointing to my chest. I looked down and didn't see anything wrong with my chest. "What? What's wrong? I don't see anything." "Hair. You've got chest hair," Kay replied. By now all the girls were gathered around me and staring at my chest. Now I had to admit that I did have a few straggly hairs on my chest, not anywhere near the really hairy chests that some of the other guys had, but a little chest hair nevertheless. And to be truthful, I wasn't wild about my chest hair but it wasn't like I was growing snake scales or anything, like, give me a break. "Tweezers. We need Tweezers," Kay said, and Sierra ran back into her house and returned in a minute or so with two pairs of tweezers. "Lay down on your back," Kay ordered and I complied. So for about the next fifteen minutes the girls went over every inch of my chest and every chest hair they found was immediately pounced upon with a pair of tweezers and removed. For the first few minutes I was really embarrassed to be having the girls do this to me but it didn't hurt all that much so I just lay back and relaxed while they worked on me. And when they were done, other than a few small red spots here and there my chest was completely clean and hair free. As I rubbed more sunscreen on my chest and felt how smooth and soft my skin now felt I decided that from now on I'd get rid of any chest hairs that returned and keep my skin as soft and shiny and smooth as it now was. Guess that Mom thought that I was old enough to do my own back-to-school clothes shopping as she gave me a budget and told me that I was on my own so Jean and Kellie and I made plans to go to a nearby shopping mall in a couple of days and shop for clothes. I got most of my shopping done fairly quickly, although Jean and Kellie did tag along with me and made a few suggestions about what I should and shouldn't choose. I agreed with most of their comments but there were a couple of colors for shirts like yellow and lavender that I wasn't wild about but I went along with them. And there was this one sweater in a white, soft and fluffy fabric (I think it was cashmere or something) that I wouldn't have chosen but when they had me try it on I did have to admit that it felt nice and soft against my skin even though it had more of a "girlie look" than I would have picked - but again, I bought it. So then I tagged along with them when they went to choose their clothes. Gosh was that a waste of time - like, they'd look in one store and try on a couple of things and then they'd move to another store and do the same thing, and then to a third store and then back to the first store - but after about four hours they had completed most of their shopping and we were getting ready to leave. But on our way out of the store we walked past a table of girl's blouses on sale and they stopped to browse through the selection. I guess they found a couple that they liked as they asked me to hold them up as they stood back and looked at them. They finally selected four in white, tan, yellow and pink and then they grabbed a couple of packages of panties as we walked to the cashier. They paid for their final purchases and as we left the store they handed me the shopping bag that contained the blouses and panties. "Here, this is a present for you for putting up with us while we took so long to pick out our clothes," Jean said and they both giggled a little. "But ..... but ..... but these are girl's clothes," I stammered. "Yeah, but remember how nice that blouse that you made in F&CS looked on you?" Jean said, "Plus, it's just a present and if you don't like them after you've tried them on you can always exchange them for something else." I just nodded in agreement. When I was back in my bedroom I took the clothes that I had bought and arranged them in my dresser and closet, and then turned to the clothes that the girls had bought for me. I tried on each of the blouses that they had bought me and had to admit that they looked very nice on me - well, the pink one looked a little too nice, if you know what I mean so I stuck that one way in the back of my closet. I finally got up the courage to open one of the packages of panties and look at them more closely. Actually they weren't as bad as I had feared - they were plain white and though they were cut differently than the boy's briefs that I had been wearing, they didn't look all that different. When I tried them on though, they felt really different - like the fabric was really thin and smooth and they rode lower on my body so that they did cover me up "down there" but just barely, and when I pulled my jeans back on I could feel my exposed skin and even my "covered up parts" rubbing against the rough inside of my jeans through the thin fabric. "Man, this feels neat," I thought, "I think I'll wear these all the time." I didn't want to get the blouses dirty so I only wore them when the girls and I were going to go to a movie or something, but I began wearing the panties all the time. At the recommendation of my guidance counselor, I had signed up for two elective courses: Hair Styling and Manicures & Pedicures. Both of them were okay although a lot of the stuff seemed pretty basic. I was the only guy in both courses and I got to know several of the girls in the courses and when we had a little free time we'd talk about hair styles and clothes and makeup and stuff like that. As I was taking my shower this morning and washing off my chest, I realized how nice and smooth my skin felt since the girls had "tweezed" off my chest hair - and it wasn't only that my skin felt so nice and smooth but it looked a lot better without that ugly hair. As I was drying myself off with a towel however, I happened to look in the mirror while my right arm was up on the air and I saw the curly dark hair in my armpit. "Gross," I thought. It's funny, I don't have any real hair on my arms or legs - just a little light fuzz - but my armpits are really bad looking. "Got to fix that," I thought so I got out my razor and shaved my armpits. They looked so much better when I was done that I decided that I'd keep shaving them in the future. For my Senior year, my Guidance Counselor recommended that I sign up for Spa Operations and Esthetician Basics, so I did. My Senior Year Near the end of my Junior year, I had been complaining to the girls that I hadn't been able to find a summer job - well, I guess that wasn't completely true, I could probably have been able to get a job doing, like, painting houses or yard work or something like that but I didn't want any job that would require me to get all dirty or sweaty. I'd applied for several clerk positions in local clothing stores but without any experience I didn't get the jobs. A week or so after that, Kay came up to me and told me that her sister had said that the salon where she works was looking for a part-time gofer. "Gopher?" I said, "That's an animal. What are you talking about?" Kay just giggled and said, "Silly. A gofer is just someone who does odds and ends, like, 'Go fer this', or 'Go fer that'." I was kind of embarrassed that I hadn't known what a 'gofer' was and I blushed. Anyway, Kay continued and told me that if I was interested that her sister would put in a good word for me and that sounded neat so I told her to go ahead. So the following Saturday I went to the "La Fleur Day Spa" (which I thought was kind of a little "too cute" for a name) for an interview with the owner. Everyone just referred to her as "Ms. Claire" and she was something - only about 5' 3" tall and kind of chubby and with this huge head of blue-white hair in a fancy style. But she wasn't anyone to mess around with - when she told you to do something, you did it, and fast, or she'd read you the riot act right in front of anyone. So anyway, she talked with me for about fifteen minutes, and when she found out that I had declared a Cosmetology major and had taken Hair Styling and Manicures & Pedicures courses last year she offered me the job on the spot. The job was only part-time, and it only paid minimum wage but it wasn't too hard - I just ended up cleaning up around the salon, and running out to buy supplies when they ran short, and there were a couple of times when the Receptionist couldn't come in so I filled in for her. But I guess that I was doing a good job as Ms. Claire was nice to me. We decided to have another pool party at Sierra's and as we were relaxing around the pool I kept noticing the nice two-piece bikinis that the girls were wearing (guess Doan's parents had given in and allowed her to buy one although it was a little less skimpy that the ones the other girls were wearing) and comparing them to the same pair of baggy black boy's swim shorts that I had worn last year. Guess Jean must have noticed the look on my face as she asked, "Chris, what's bothering you?" "Oh, not much, I was just noticing how much prettier girl's swimwear is then these things," as I gestured at my shorts. Sierra looked at me for a couple of seconds and then smiled and said, "Come on into the house with me. I think we can fix you up with something better." So I followed her into her bedroom and she rummaged around in one of the drawers in her dresser and then tossed me a couple of things - as I grabbed them I realized that they were the bottom parts of two bikini swim suits. "See which one fits you the best," Sierra said as she turned and left the room. Well, one of them was way too small for me - like, my dick kept popping out the top of it - but the other one was cut a little fuller and it covered me up, barely. I was pretty self- conscious as I walked back out to the pool wearing just the bottom of a girl's bikini but Sierra said, "Wow Chris, that looks really nice on you," and I blushed. "Well, yeah, except for that big bulge in the front," Jean said and I looked down and realized how the thin fabric had molded itself to my body and you could clearly see the bulge of my dick where it lay against the top of my left leg. Now, I'm not, like, "huge" or anything but it did look kind of weird to see a girl's bikini bottom trying to contain a guy's dick. "But I think we can fix that," Jean continued as she walked over to me and just reached down into my bikini and grabbed my dick and stuffed it back down between my legs, "There, that looks better." And the girls were all giggling at what Jean had done to me, and I was really embarrassed and blushing because I'd, like, never had a girl touch me that way before. But after an hour or so it stopped feeling like, really, really strange to have my dick stuffed down between my legs so that you couldn't really see it at all through my bikini and I stopped thinking about it and just enjoyed the rest of the day. And in fact when I was getting dressed at the end of the day as I pulled on my panties I sort of unconsciously stuffed my dick back down between my legs so that it wouldn't make an ugly bulge in my panties. Hey, early in July I got a promotion at the salon! The Receptionist had been missing a lot of days and screwing up reservations and getting snippy with the patrons when they complained so Ms. Claire fired her and gave me the job. So now I have a full-time job as the Receptionist at the "La Fleur Day Salon" and I even got a small raise along with the promotion. The job is really pretty easy, I just have to sit at the Receptionist's Desk and answer the phone and make appointments for the stylists and the manicurist, and call people the day before their appointment to remind them. Actually there are often times when I'm not that busy and I can be working on my nails or touching up my makeup or brushing my hair. Ms. Claire didn't mind that as I'm kind of the "face of the salon" and she wanted me to look nice so at her suggestion I started wearing more makeup and lipstick and got these really big dangly earrings that you could see when I brushed my hair back over my shoulders, and she had the manicurist put these really nice-looking long white nail extensions on my fingers. And she gave me a couple of rings and bracelets to dress up my hands and wrists and a little diamond pendant that looked, like, really, really nice when I left the top two buttons of my blouse unbuttoned. After a couple of weeks though, I guess Ms. Claire decided that my "plain" hair style didn't fit in with the image she wanted to project for her salon so she had one of the stylists touch up my hair for me. Well, I guess maybe "touch up" isn't the right description as she lightened and streaked my hair and set it in this really fancy arrangement with a lot of it piled up on the top of my head. Man, I looked like something out of a fashion magazine! I guess about the only bad part of the job was that right next to the Receptionist's Desk there's a table with coffee and tea on it for the patrons, and several types of flavored waters, and several bowls of candy and two trays of different kind of pastries. Well, it's not bad that there's this table next to my Desk, but since all that candy and food was right next to me I couldn't help snacking on it and usually when I was just sitting there with nothing to do I'd be popping a piece of candy into my mouth or eating a piece of pastry or a jelly-filled donut. The snacking, coupled with the fact that I was just sitting at a Desk all day and not getting exercise had a not unexpected effect - by the end of the summer I'd gained almost twenty five pounds. Now, it wasn't like I had gotten fat, or even chubby, but my body just looked, well, just kind of "softer" and a lot of the weight gain had been in my hips and rear end. So from the waist down I definitely had a fuller figure. And when I went to buy back-to-school clothes I couldn't have fit into boy's jeans even if I'd wanted to, it was strictly girl-cut clothes for me from now on! But it didn't bother me all that much and when I pulled on a pair of tight stretch jeans and saw how much they shaped my rounded rear end and how it bounced and jiggled just a little as I walked back and forth in front of the fitting mirror in the store, I decided that I really liked my new figure. I'd made enough money at the salon that summer that I could afford to buy a used car so that I didn't have to ride the buses to and from school anymore. That worked out well because Ms. Claire wanted me to continue working at the salon during the school year. Since I was interested in a career in Cosmetology anyway, Ms. Claire and the Guidance Counselor worked out a deal that would allow me to attend classes at the high school from 8:00am till 11:30am and then leave school, grab a quick lunch, and start working at the salon when it opened at noon, and then work at the salon till 6:30pm when things slowed down and they didn't need a full-time Receptionist - Ms. Claire or one of the stylists could fill in. And since my work at the salon was related to my planned career, I could actually get school credits for it. Man, talk about getting paid for something I liked to do and getting school credits for it at the same time! After High School About halfway through my senior year however, it all fell apart. What with all the hours I was putting in at the salon I just didn't have enough time to study and my grades were, like, really bad - oh, Spa Operations and Esthetician Basics were okay, but my other grades were all D's and F's. Dad really got on my case and demanded that I stop working at the salon and, "Stop dressing like some fucking fag," and I lost my temper and screamed some really bad things at him and stormed out of the house. I just drove around for awhile while I cooled off and without really thinking about it ended up at La Fleur and I went in and found Ms. Claire and started to talk to her and then broke down and started sobbing. She got me back in her office and made me a cup of tea and got me calmed down and got me to tell her why I was so upset. "So, you're telling me that you won't be working here anymore," she asked. "Oh, I don't know what I'm telling you. I really like working here, but my parents, at least my Dad, won't allow it. I don't know what to do" and I started sobbing a little again. "Well, I'm not suggesting that you do this," she said, "But at eighteen you're old enough to make your own decisions and maybe you need a little time away from your family to sort some things out. There's a small furnished apartment above the salon that's currently vacant and I could let you stay there for a couple of days while you think about what's important to you." So that's how I moved out of my folk's house and into my own apartment over the salon. A "few days" turned into weeks, and then into months and it's now been almost half a year. La Fleur has been really busy and is now open seven days a week. Between helping Ms. Claire open up at 8am, and serving as a Receptionist till we close at 9pm I really don't have a lot of time to do much else. I'll keep in touch with several of my friends, especially Doan, by texting or talking on the phone but that's about all. Ms. Claire has started featuring a "hairstyle of the week" - usually something very fancy - and she'll have one of the stylists arrange my hair in that style at the beginning of every week to sort of "advertise" it to the patrons. She also added several tanning booths to the salon and offered me free use of them. Well, maybe "offered" isn't the right word - she kind of told me that she expected me to maintain a dark tan to remind patrons that La Fleur offered that as well. I'd never used a tanning booth before - I thought that they were all, like, these beds that you lay on under lights but the ones at La Fleur were these circular rooms with all these lights lining the walls and you took off all your clothes and just stood in the center of the room and moved around a little so that your tan would be uniform. So anyway, after a couple of months I had this really dark tan and the stylists lightened my hair to this really light shade of blond and they got me these really light shades of eyeliner and lipstick to contrast with my dark skin and a lot of the patrons told me how really nice I looked and I'd giggle a little and then tell them about how we had these introductory offers for the tanning booths, and a lot of them let me sign them up, and of course that made Ms. Claire happy. I was talking with Doan on the phone the other day and after a couple of minutes she said, "Chris, do you know that you've got this really bad lisp? You never had that before." "Oh yeah," I said, "Ms. Claire had this guy come to the salon and he gave me a couple of shots around the base of my tongue last week, they didn't hardly hurt at all, and now I've got this really neat lisp. Don't you think it's sexy? Ms. Claire said it makes me sound really distinctive when I answer the phones or talk to the patrons." "Yeah? Well it does make you sound distinctive but you've got to talk more slowly so that I can understand you," she replied. While the other employees at the salon all wear these light green smocks with La Fleur embroidered on them, Ms. Claire lets me wear regular clothes - except that she'll pick out my clothes to get the "look" she wants. A couple of weeks ago she switched me from slacks to these really short and tight black miniskirts and she got me some pink sandals with these four inch spike heels to wear with them - took me a week to get used to wearing them and my feet hurt a little at first but that went away and now I really like the miniskirts and the spike heels - they make me look four inches taller and I can show off my tanned legs, and when I walk in the heels I have to swing my hips and rear end back and forth more to maintain my balance and that really turns on the occasional guy that comes into the salon (it turns on a couple of the women that come in too, but that's another story). It was really funny today, some guy came in with his wife and he was waiting in the reception area while she was getting a facial and I could see him sneaking glances at me so I got up and walked over in front of him to a nearby magazine rack and bent way over with my rear end only a couple of feet from his face to give him a good view while I tidied up the magazines. Man, his face got all red and he was sweating, and I thought that was soooooo funny. Almost six months ago Ms. Claire started taking me to a doctor once a week for these injections and he gave me a prescription for some pills that I have to take every day. I asked her what they were for and she just said that they were some vitamin supplements - I'd never heard of weekly shots for vitamin supplements but I didn't question her. They must have been strong supplements because the first couple of weeks that I was taking them I'd wake up in the middle of the night and I'd be all hot and sweaty and it would take me an hour or so to cool off and fall back to sleep but after a week or two things got back to normal and the hot flashes stopped. Then about three months ago I noticed that my skin looked, well, kind of softer and glowing and I commented to Ms. Claire that the vitamins must be making me healthier. She looked at me for a minute and then said, "Well, Christine (she's started calling me "Christine" instead of "Chris" and had the nameplate on the Receptionist's Desk changed as well), you're going to notice some other changes as well. Those aren't vitamins, they're hormones and they'll allow you to become prettier." "Prettier?" "Well, you'll look more feminine, and you might even develop some breasts." "Oh, breasts," I said, "I thought something bad was going to happen, but breasts are okay - I hope I only develop the usual two," and I giggled. Ms. Claire laughed, and patted me on the shoulders and told me to get back to work. And sure enough over the next several months I noticed some changes - the first was that I didn't have to shave anymore (except for my armpits, of course). Now I'd never had a heavy beard - just some light facial hair that didn't require shaving more often than every two or three days - and I realized that it had been almost a month since I last shaved and I still didn't have any facial hair. "Wow, this is great," I thought, "Always hated shaving." And there had been a change in my chest as well. Now it wasn't, like, I had developed these big tits or anything, but my nipples had gotten really big - like they had changed in color from brown to pink and they were over an inch across and really, like, "puffy" and they stuck out over an inch from my chest and they made, like, these two small "tents" in the front of my blouse. I thought that was so neat that I kept arching my back whenever I was talking to a patron so that my "tents" would be more noticeable. The cleaning supplies guy made his every-other-week supplies delivery today and I followed him to the stockroom. Once in the stockroom I made sure that the door was locked and then dropped to my knees on the floor in front of him, quickly unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his dick, took it in my mouth, and sucked and licked him till he came. I'd been doing this for several months now - ever since he had bent down and whispered to me about what a pretty mouth and lips I had and how he had something that he knew that I'd like to get them around. At first the idea had seemed, like, really gross to me, but Ms. Claire was always telling us that we had to do whatever it took to keep the patrons happy and, well, weren't the delivery guys almost like patrons? So I forced myself to do it that first time, but after several more times it didn't seem to me to be anything special - just part of the job like answering the phones and making coffee and stuff like that and I didn't think about it - just followed the delivery guys to the stockroom and gave them blowjobs. I knew that Ms. Claire knew what I was doing to the delivery guys for she came up to me at the Receptionist's Desk last week and bent down and whispered to me that Mrs. Siebert's permanent was taking much longer than expected and she had noticed how Mr. Siebert was getting bored. Yeah, tell me about it - he'd been picking up one magazine after another and just flipping through them and then getting up and pacing back and forth with an annoyed look on his face. "Maybe you could help calm him down if you showed him the stockroom," she whispered to me. "Showed him the stockroom?" I thought, "What's she talking about," and then I realized that she wanted me to give Mr. Siebert a blow job, "Oh sure, no problem," I said. So Ms. Claire went over to Mr. Siebert and whispered something in his ear and he turned to look at me with a puzzled look on his face and she whispered something else in his ear and he got this big grin on his face, and he came over to the Receptionist's Desk and I took his hand and led him back to the stockroom and gave him a blowjob and calmed him down. As we were getting ready to leave the stockroom he took out his wallet and pulled out a couple of bills and folded then and slipped them down inside my miniskirt and I thought that was so nice that I smiled and kissed him. For my birthday Ms. Claire took me to a nearby salon run by a friend of hers that also did piercings and she had them pierce my navel and then she bought this silver heart with real diamonds on it for me to wear in my navel. At first I thought that it was a shame to go to all that trouble because no one would be able to see how pretty it looked but then she got me several of these really short bra tops to wear. "WOW!" I thought the first time I put one on and looked at myself in the mirror - I hadn't realized how big my breasts had gotten (Ms. Claire said that I was probably a C-cup) and the bra top really shaped them and emphasized their size. Along with the bra tops, she had bought me several pairs of fleece drawstring shorts. I think she probably could have done a better job of picking out the right size because they were so short and tight that I really had to struggle to get into them and they did cover me up "down there" but just barely - the top of the shorts was, like, way down below my navel, and the bottom ..... well, the bottom was so high that the lower several inches of my cheeks were exposed. I overheard one of the patrons whispering to another that my shorts, "..... looked like they had been painted on." I guess it must be because of the hormones or something but my dick is really small now and kind of "shriveled up" looking. But it doesn't bother me because now I can wear these tight clothes without showing an ugly bulge from it. Things were kind of slow and boring at the salon today and I was playing around with the adjustments on my chair and I found that I could set the seat low enough so that when I leaned forward my nipples would touch the edge of the desk in front of me. That felt pretty good and I jiggled up and down a little in my chair to rub my nipples against the desk and that felt really good so I kept doing it and my nipples, like, got all hard and swollen and were sticking way out through my bra top. Then I heard Ms. Chase's voice coming from behind me, "Christine, what are you doing?" "Oh ..... uh ..... like I was just, um, adjusting my chair." "Really? I saw what you were doing. Just don't do it in front of the patrons," and she walked away. I took a quick look around and there weren't any patrons nearby so I started rubbing my nipples on the desk again - well, she had said that I could, hadn't she? I was really surprised when Kay and Doan walked into the salon late in the morning yesterday. They stopped inside the doorway and looked around as if they were looking for someone and then they came over to the Receptionist's Desk and Kay started to say, "Uh, Miss, we're looking for our .....," and then she paused and stared at me for several seconds before she gasped, "Chris ..... uh, Chris ..... Is that you? I almost didn't recognize you because you're so ..... well, uh ..... because you're so, uh, pretty." And then she just stood there and blushed in embarrassment. "Ohmygod! Doan and Kay! I haven't, like, seen you guys for over a year. And It's so great to see you," and I jumped up from behind the Receptionist's Desk and ran around to hug them and of course since Ms. Claire has me wearing these six inch spike heels now and my tits were bouncing and flopping around inside the bra top, and I had been rubbing my nipples against the desk so that they were all swollen and you could see how big they were through the thin fabric of the bra top, and Kay and Doan's eyes got really big and they just stood there looking at me with their mouths open. "How do you like the new me," I asked them and I giggled and bounced a little on my feet to make by breasts jiggle some more. So I asked Ms. Claire if I could take a long lunch hour with my friends and I could tell that she was pretty pissed because she had this frown on her face but she finally said yes, so Doan and Kay and I walked over to a nearby diner and got a booth and ordered our food and then started to catch up on what the three of us had been doing. Of course it didn't help that just about then one of the delivery guys walked past (the big fat one) and waved at me and smiled and so I had to wave back at him. "You know that guy," Doan asked, "He looks kind of old for you?" "Oh we're not friends or anything," I replied, "I just give him blowjobs back in the storeroom," and then I realized what I'd said and I just, like, sat there and blushed really, really bright red. "I mean, Ms. Claire wants us to keep the patrons happy and isn't a delivery guy almost like a patron? And there are only four or five of them, and it's not like I charge them or anything! And I could never get interested in those guys because they're so dumb - like they keep forgetting things and having to make more deliveries - why, one guy had to come back three times one week!" Doan and Kay just sat there and stared at me and then Kay said, "Honey you're going to have to talk slower. With that lisp of yours I was only getting about half of what you were saying. But I think I got enough to figure out what's going on the storeroom." There was a minute or so of uncomfortable silence without anyone saying anything so to break the silence I said, "Here, see the cute tattoo that Ms. Claire got me two weeks ago," and I pulled down the bra top to expose my left breast with the tattoo of a devil's head sucking on the nipple, "I'd show you the tattoo on my right side but it's pretty gross." As I stuffed my left breast back into the bra top I looked down at my chest and said, "I think they're growing." "Tattoos? The tattoos are growing?" Doan asked. "No, my breasts silly. I used to be a C-cup but that was several months ago and they feel heavier now. At least, I'm still taking the hormones so they should be getting bigger - my breasts, not the hormones," and I giggled. "I'd like to start wearing a real bra instead of this bra top thingie because I'm afraid that they'll begin to sag but Ms. Claire likes me to be 'natural' so I guess a bra is out. But on the other hand, if my breasts keep on getting bigger I guess that the tattoos will get bigger too," and I giggled some more. Kay looked over at Doan and said, "Holy Shit! I guess this Ms. Claire is finishing up The Project for us." Just then the waitress brought our food and the bill and I reached down into my shorts and fumbled around in my panties for a couple of seconds and found what I wanted and pulled out two damp $20 bills that one of the patrons had slipped down there that morning and put them on the table and said, "My treat." As we were eating, I asked, "You said something about The Project. What's that?" Kay looked over at Doan and asked, "You want to tell him or should I?" "It's all yours," Doan said so Kay explained that they had been talking for some time back in elementary school about how they were so mad at the way I was teasing them that they had been trying to think up some way of getting even with me. And then when we got into high school and I hadn't made many friends and started hanging around with them all the time that they had come up with the idea for The Project - they were going to feminize me. They had started with my hair, and then my fingernails. They were surprised by the way that I had really "gotten into" the F&CS course and the blouse that I had made, but they used that as an opportunity to enter me in the FHA Fashion Show and put a little makeup on me. They were happy to see how I had started using makeup by myself - even though some of my first attempts did look pretty funny - and they had moved on to getting rid of my chest hair at the pool party. They thought that I was developing a fascination with girl's clothes so they bought me the blouses and panties and was glad to see that I was wearing them. At that point, they decided that The Project had gone about as far as they wanted it to - but then I got the job at La Fleur. After that they couldn't believe how rapidly I was being feminized with all the changes in my hair, jewelry, clothing and mannerisms. And then of course, I had dropped out of school and moved to an apartment of my own and they'd pretty much lost touch with me except for an occasional phone call. And then the two of them had been talking several weeks ago about how I had sort of dropped out of sight and they wondered what I was doing so they decided that they'd go over to the salon some time and see if I was still working there, and that's why they had shown up at La Fleur that morning. "Oh, that's interesting," I said, "But do you think that I should get my nipples pierced?" THE END