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Tracy's Story - Part 2 (If you haven't used Facebook, some of the terminology in this story may sound strange but Facebook is a crucial part of the story.) Synopsis: Tracy continues to evolve into a female role, begins to gain the notice of boys and develops an interest in them but when one relationship becomes serious, a problem must be faced. Some of the other kids at school have been setting up accounts on Facebook and after I looked at a couple of them I realized how neat it was to be able to instantly share information on what everyone was doing, and thinking and who liked who and all that kind of stuff so I decided that I'd set up my own account. Setting up the account was really easy except that there was an awful lot of information that you could provide about yourself. From looking at the accounts of some of the other kids at school I knew that everybody wasn't exactly honest in the information that they provided - like one of the girl's at school who is really fat had provided a photo for her profile that had obviously been edited to make her look slim and pretty. And one of the boys had bragged about all the sports he was really good at playing and he's one of the most uncoordinated kids I've ever met - can hardly carry his tray through the cafeteria during lunch without stumbling. So anyway, I figured that I'd be honest with my profile so that I wouldn't be embarrassed when my friends read it. The photo for my profile was easy - I just used my high school Senior picture. I really liked that picture because Mom had taken me to her beauty parlor to get my hair styled - not super-fancy or anything - just trimmed and shaped and lightened a little. And I'd only put on just a little makeup - a little eyeshadow and lip gloss. I'd seen how some of the girls had put on a lot of makeup and their photos made them look really garish and I sure didn't want to look like that. And Mom had helped me pick out a white blouse to wear that looked really nice on me and she loaned me a string of pearls to wear and showed me how to leave the top two buttons of the blouse unbuttoned so that you could see just a tiny bit of the tops of my "breasts" - I wasn't sure that I wanted to do that at first and protested, "But Mom, that makes me look ..... uh ..... well, like ..... well, not like a guy." "Oh, don't be silly Tracy," she replied, "It makes you look so nice that way. Don't worry about the whole 'boy - girl thing', you just want to look your nicest for your Senior photo." And of course, since my Senior picture was taken back in the summer between my Junior and Senior years, my "breasts" had been smaller back then and they really weren't all that obvious, and after the proofs came back and we looked through them I realized that Mom was right and I did look really nice - although a bit, like, well, feminine - and I had a hard time picking out the pose that I liked the best - but I eventually picked out one that did show a little of the small swellings of my "breasts" under my blouse because Mom was right - that pose did look prettier than the others. At first I wasn't sure that I liked that pose the best but after thinking about it and seeing how the string of pearls was kind of pushed together a little by the swellings on my chest I decided that I liked that the best. So that photo was an easy choice for my Facebook profile. The rest of the information was easy to fill out as well: Sex: Male Birthday: December 27 Interested In: (I wasn't sure about this one so I checked both Men and Women) Looking For: Friendship After I'd saved everything I previewed my profile and something just didn't look right. I mean, I really liked my Senior photo and wanted to keep it but it just didn't ..... well ..... uh, look right with the rest of my profile. So I went back and changed Sex from "Male" to "Female" - well, it's okay for a guy to lie just a little, isn't it? I was wondering whether I'd get any comments from the other kids at school who knew that I was really a boy and not a girl but either they didn't notice it or didn't care because none of them said anything about it to me. I'd had that scrap of paper with the phone number of the boy I'd met at the mall several weeks ago on the top of the dresser in my room. I kept seeing it and remembering how he'd suggested that we might go to a movie sometime and I knew that I'd told him that I'd call him sometime and I wanted to call him but I was, like, kind of scared to call him at the same time. I mean, I thought that he was kind of cute and I did want to see him again but at the same time I was kind of embarrassed. Now I hadn't told him that I was a girl - I guess that he had just assumed that from the way I looked and acted. But at the same time I hadn't told him that I'm really a guy, either. And I wasn't sure whether that was, like, almost like lying to him, or something. So I kept thinking about what I'd say to him when I called him - if I called him, that is. And what he might say to me and what questions he might ask me, and how I should answer him. And after I'd gone all over this in my mind for an hour or so I'd get, like, nervous and my stomach would feel a little upset. One time Mom and I were watching a romantic movie on TV and one of the boys in it looked a little like Kennie - that was what he had told me his name was - and I kept thinking about how I wanted to call Kennie and that got me a little upset, and everytime I'd see the boy who looked a little like Kennie in the movie I'd think about calling him again and my stomach started really hurting and then there was a scene in the movie where the boy who looked like Kennie was facing the camera and talking to it and I thought, "Oh gosh. He's talking to me," and that made me so nervous I had to run into the bathroom and throw up. Finally I decided that I just had to call Kennie, but I still didn't want to do it right away, so I wrote a big pink "K" on the calendar in my room four days away as a promise to myself that I'd call him on that day. Now that I'd decided what to do I suddenly felt a lot better and didn't even feel nervous or sick anymore and was actually looking forward to the day of the call. Except that it didn't work out - when I called Kennie's number a woman answered and when I asked to talk to Kennie she said that he was not home and was on a fishing trip with one of his friends and wouldn't be home for three more days. That was too much for me as I'd been looking forward to talking to Kennie for four days, and now I found out that I couldn't talk to him for at least three more days so I just hung up the phone and burst into tears and threw myself down on the bed in my room and just cried my heart out. The next three days were awful for me. I had so been looking forward to hearing Kennie's voice on the phone and now I couldn't - or, at least not for three more days. I guess that I was walking around the house and looking really unhappy and sniffling and blowing my nose all the time. And my eyes were red and irritated and I didn't even care about getting dressed or putting on any makeup so I just wandered around the house in a ratty old pair of flannel boy's PJs that I hadn't worn since I started dressing like a girl. Mom kept trying to cheer me up and even offered to take me to the mall so we could shop for some new clothes but I didn't even want to do that. I just wanted to stay in the house and think about Kennie and how much I wanted to talk to him and how slowly the three days were passing. Finally the three days had passed and I was ready to call Kennie, but then I started thinking about how it had now been weeks and weeks since He'd asked me to call him and how he might be mad because I hadn't called him earlier. Or worse, maybe he had even forgotten me and that got me crying again. But I calmed myself down and dialed his phone number and when it was answered it sounded like him and I said, "Kennie?" and there was silence. And then he said, "Tracey? I was afraid that you weren't going to call me," and that made me so happy that I started crying again and Kennie and I started talking and I'm trying to explain to him why I was crying, but of course I couldn't tell him the real reason, and we agreed to meet at the mall this coming Saturday and watch an afternoon matinee. So if I had been really unhappy several days ago, now I was really happy and smiling a lot and humming my favorite songs around the house and when Mom asked me what had happened and I told her that Kennie and I were going to a movie on Saturday that made her really happy and all of a sudden we were hugging each other and crying tears of happiness. I was so nervous about actually being alone with Kennie, well, except for the other hundred people in the movie theatre, and what I should wear but Mom took me to Victoria's Secret and we looked around and bought a new top that was just a "teenie bit" tight on me and showed just a little of the tops of my "breasts" - but not too much. And we bought a pair of shorts that were short enough that they really made my legs good long and really pretty. So I was ready for the "date." The "date" was awful. I didn't know that Kennie smoked. And he had to go outside just before the movie started and smoke a cigarette. And then his breath smelled like a cigarette and was really disgusting. And then when we were in the theatre and the lights dimmed he reached over and tried to rub my "breasts" and I kept having to push his hand away. He kept saying things like, "You really turn me on Tracey," and "I know how to make a girl feel good," and "I know you want me." And this whole "date" was turning out sooooo bad. And then Kennie started to slip his hand down into my shorts, I guess to grope me "down there," and that was it - I burst out crying and jumped up and ran out of the theater and called Mom and she drove over and picked me up and drove me home as I sobbed uncontrollably. After that experience with Kennie I was so upset that I didn't really want to have anything to do with other kids my age for awhile - at least not anything face-to-face. I spent a lot of time in my bedroom on my computer in my Facebook account. I was amazed at how easily you can make "Friends" on Facebook. Like, I kept getting these requests not only from the kids that I already know, but from kids that I've never even met before to add them as "Friends" so they can see what I'm doing and they can share information with me. I checked this morning and I've got over a hundred Facebook "Friends" and the funny thing is that almost all of them are boys, not girls. And I guess that a lot of them are online a lot of the time as I posted a message this morning, "Boring morning, painting my toenails," and, like, I immediately got, like, seven guys flagging my message as "Liked This" and several sent me "Comments" and I ended up spending the whole morning sending messages back and forth with several of the guys and they were complementing me on my profile photo and telling me how nice I look and that made me feel so special that I really had a good morning. While not much else has changed in the last six months or so, I have gained some weight in one area - my rear end. My "behind" has gotten really big and I've had to go back several times to buy new jeans and shorts to accommodate my increasing size. It's kind of funny, like, I hate to have to keep buying new clothes as I keep getting "bigger" back there, but it does feel kind of neat to feel my rear end kind of bouncing and swaying back and forth as I walk along. When I was getting out of the shower this morning I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how big I've gotten and I reached back and rubbed it with my hands and felt how soft it was and how it jiggled when I rubbed it. It feels kind of funny when I sit down now - almost like I'm sitting on a big soft pillow or something. And when I posted a couple of pictures on my Facebook account that Mom had taken of me while I was fixing supper in the kitchen I got several comments like, "Man, that is some booty!" Guess the doctor must have told Mom that since I've been feeling good now for several years that I don't need to keep taking all those vitamin supplements as she's cut me back to just one pill a day from five. I didn't realize it at first but I later found that in addition to pictures, I can post videos on my Facebook account. I was sitting at my computer yesterday morning just after I'd come back up to my bedroom after having breakfast and I was experimenting with how to post a video. My laptop has a built in webcam and after messing up a couple of times, I found how I could capture video from it and post it on Facebook so as an experiment I captured about 30 seconds of video of me typing on my laptop's keyboard and posted it on Facebook. Well, I learned something else that morning - if you're going to post a video you better look at it before you post it on Facebook because within minutes of me posting it I started to get, like, a lot of Comments, almost all from boys, who had seen the video. Most of them were really nice - telling me how "cute" and "nice" I looked and asking me to post more videos of myself. But one or two were kind of funny, like, one asked me to "take it all off" and I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. So I logged back onto my Facebook account and looked at the video and, OH GOSH! When I'd come back to my bedroom this morning I was still wearing the nightie that I had worn to bed the night before. And that was one of my older nighties that was just a little small and tight on me and you could clearly see the outline of my "breasts" under the thin fabric. And what was worse was that because the webcam was way up on the top of my laptop it was, like, looking down into the open top of my nightie and as I was typing away on the keyboard the webcam was looking down at my "breasts" bouncing and swayng around down in my nightie. I mean, it wasn't like I was totally naked from the waist up in the video but it wasn't too far from it. I was so embarrassed that I immediately deleted the video but I guess a couple of the guys who had seen it had managed to copy it to their computers because they started passing it around and it even ended up on YouTube titled "Top Heavy Babe on Her Computer." Man, I was sooooo embarrassed by that. While I really like the big rear end that I've developed, the occasional comment on my Facebook page about my "booty" annoys me and I was trying to think of what I could do to get rid of the comments. Well, I guess I could stop posting pictures of myself on my page but a lot of guys keep asking me for more pictures and when I post them I get a lot of compliments on them and that makes me feel pretty so I do want to keep posting new pictures of myself. In fact, sometimes I'll buy a new item from Victoria's Secret and put it on and strike a sexy pose and get Mom to take a picture of me and post that on my page. I know that it sounds silly of me but I really like having guys tell me how pretty I am. I've even gotten to know several of the teen guys that I've Friended so they could watch my Facebook page, and we've been exchanging private messages instead of posting everything on the Facebook page. At least I'm pretty sure that they are teen guys - you're never sure on Facebook but when we talk about things they sure sound like teen boys to me - and I guess I sound like a teen girl to them! So anyway, when a new gym opened up several blocks away and they were offering free 3-month trial memberships to gain new customers, I eagerly signed up and began going in almost every day to use their exercise equipment. The first time I went in I almost made the mistake of going into the Men's Locker Room to change instead of the Women's Locker Room but I caught myself in time and said, "Oooppsieee" and turned around and went into the right locker room - well, "right locker room" for someone who looks like a girl. Toward the end of the free 3-month trial period I'd noted some changes but not necessarily the ones I was hoping for. My legs were much better toned, but that only made my rear end look bigger by comparison. And my upper body workouts had increased my upper body muscle tone but that just made my "breasts" stand out a little more and look bigger. I could still wear a C-cup bra but I had to go from a 38" to a 40" bra. Also, the gym had several tanning beds and I had been using them so I now had a nice tan. As I was looking at myself in the mirror in my bedroom last week I was, like, "Well, Tracy, with the tan and all, you do look better now. But not much else has really changed lately." And that got me thinking about how my hair looked pretty much like it had back when I was in my Junior year and I was getting really tired of that hairstyle. So I talked to Mom and she made an appointment for me at her beauty parlor and we went in and I told the beautician that I wanted my hair a lighter shade of blond, and she said that was no problem, and then she asked if I wanted the same style, and I wasn't sure what to say but Mom said, "Leave that to me," and got the beautician to go through her style book and picked out a new style for me. WOW! When she was done and I saw the new style I was like, "OHMYGOD! That's me?" My hair was a really light blond now, and curly and in ringlets that fell to about 8" below my shoulders. As soon as we got home I had Mom take some pictures of me and I wrote about how I had changed my hairstyle on my Facebook page and posted a couple of pictures of the "new me." One of my friends must have been online because a minute or so after I posted the pictures a Comment from MARK HARRIS317 popped up, "omg u look like taylor swift." I wasn't sure who Taylor Swift was but I googled her and found her picture and I guess I do look a little like her now. But I'm prettier. MARK HARRIS317 and I had been exchanging private messages for some time and I got comfortable enough with him to give him my e-mail address and so for the last month or two we've been e-mailing each other - sometimes several times a day. And while I still keep my Facebook page current it's more fun to e-mail Mark (He told me that's his real name) because we can talk about things and we can e-mail music and photos and stuff back and forth. Mark's sent me some pictures of himself that are a lot better quality then the one or two on his Facebook page and I have to admit that he looks really cute. I hope that those are really his pictures and that he's not, like, some old guy. So anyway, Mark says that it's a real coincidence but that he only lives about fifteen miles away and he's wondering whether we could meet sometime. After my experience with Kennie I was really nervous about meeting a guy I really didn't know too well. But I asked Mom and she said it might be okay if we met in some public place where I could get a look at him before actually meeting him so I told Mark okay and we agreed to meet at the mall in the Food Court three days later and just share a pizza and chat. I was kind of nervous the day we were to meet but I, like, put on dark glasses and arranged my hair differently so that even if Mark saw me he might not recognize me. I wanted to be about fifteen minutes late so that Mark would already be there in the Food Court. When I first got to the mall and stood off to the side of the Food Court and scanned the people sitting there I didn't recognize anyone but then a guy sitting alone at a table stood up and looked around like he was looking for someone and I realized it was Mark. Well, he certainly looked like the photos he'd sent me so I took a chance and took off the dark glasses and walked over to the table and came up behind him and said, "Mark? I'm Tracy." Mark jumped to his feet and spilled the coke he'd been drinking as he turned around to look at me. He stared at me for almost a minute with a funny look on his face before saying, "Tracey? You're so ..... so ..... beautiful!" And I just replied, "And you're ..... so ..... so wet," looking at the coke dripping down his shirt. And he laughed and I giggled and we sat down and started talking. It was funny because we'd only planned on meeting for maybe an hour but once we started talking we kind of lost track of everything else and just talked and talked and finally a mall security guard came over and told us that the Food Court was closing and that we'd have to leave. I looked at my watch and we'd been talking for over five hours and Mark realized that he was late for his part time job so we hurriedly said our goodbyes and separated and left the mall. When I got home Mom immediately asked me how everything had gone and I was, like, "Oh Mom, he was ..... so ..... so ..... WONDERFUL!" So at 11:30 that night, I was awakened from my sleep by the sound of the phone ringing in my Mom's bedroom. I guess she answered it because a minute or so later I heard her sleepy voice calling out, "Tracey, it's for you." I'm, like, trying to think of who would be calling me at that time of the night as I went downstairs to pick up the phone in the kitchen. I hadn't turned on the kitchen light and I was still a little sleepy and just as I got to the counter and picked up the phone I stubbed my right toe really hard on something and it hurt really bad and whoever had called me heard me crying, "SHIT, DAMN, OH CRAP THAT HURTS," into the phone. There was a moment of silence and then I heard the person calling me say, "Uh, Tracey, is that you?" "Well yeah, except that my toe hurts like hell. Who is this?" "It's Mark. I just got home from work and I'd been thinking about you all the time I was working and I know it's really late, and I'm sorry about your toe, but I really just wanted to hear your voice again. But if this is a bad idea, I can hang up?" Oh my gosh, that was so sweet of Mark to call me like that, even though it was his fault that my toe now hurt, that I lied a little to him and I told him that I really wasn't sleepy and we talked on the phone for awhile and he ended up asking me if I'd go to a movie with him tomorrow. That sounded good to me so I said yes but after we hung up and I looked at the clock and saw that it was now 12:30 in the morning so that got me confused and I had to call Mark back to ask him whether "tomorrow" meant today, or the day after today and he laughed at that, and that got me laughing so we're just laughing our heads off at how silly this phone call sounded, and then Mom yelled down to tell me to stop making noise so she could get back to sleep, so we had to hang up a second time that night. Mark and I really had fun at the movie. Well, not that the movie was all that great. What was really fun was how much we enjoyed being with each other and talking to each other. And after the movie as we walked to Mark's car I even let him hold my hand. Mark and I make a real "odd couple" we look so different. Mark's a good 10" taller than I am and since he played football in high school (until he tore a couple of tendons and had to quit playing) he's got a very muscular build while I'm very slim - except for my behind, of course. And the first time that my Mom and then Mark's Mom and Dad saw us together they all did a "double take" but that didn't stop Mom from liking Mark and his Mom and Dad from liking me and it's almost like the two of us have been adopted by both families. So whenever Mark and I aren't out on a date by ourselves we'll almost always be over at his house or mine. One thing about Mark - he likes to eat. Whenever he's going to have supper with us I'll have to warn Mom in advance so that she can cook twice as much food. And I can see why Mark likes to eat for whenever I'm having supper at Mark's his mother is always like, "Here Tracy, have a second helping," or, "Surely you can have just a little more." She almost acts a little like I'm being rude if I don't eat more than usual and since I don't want to make her unhappy I'll generally have an occasional second or third helping. And so guess what, I've gained a little weight. I've noticed that my tummy has become a little softer and more rounded and when I wear my really low rise tight jeans it bulges out over the top just a little. And my rear end feels like it's gotten bigger as well. I put on a pair of shorts a week or so ago and they felt a little different so I looked in the mirror and realized that the lower several inches of my ass now show beneath the bottom of my shorts. I was kind of embarrassed at first but Mark said it made me look "sexy" so I kept wearing them. It's not like my weight gain bothers me or anything - it's just another in the series of changes that have taken place in my body. And it's sure not bothering Mark. I was playfully sitting on Mark's lap while we were watching TV the other night and he was caressing my tummy and rear end and whispering, "Man, Tracey, you are one hot date," in my ear. Of course I mentioned that Mark himself isn't exactly skinny. When he was playing football he told me that he weighed about 225 but since he had to quit because of his injuries he's slowly been gaining weight and now is up to almost 275. Now he doesn't look fat or anything but he has this cute little "beer belly" now and I think that it's really sexy the way it bulges out over the waistband of his jeans. When we're alone, like, if we're at my place and Mom's not home and we're watching TV I'll snuggle up against Mark and take one of my hands and slip it up under his shirt and rub his tummy and run my fingers through the thick dark hair that covers it and maybe even move my hand up and scratch his nipples with my fingernails. Oh, and there's one other place where Mark is big, and that's between his legs. When he's wearing his tight jeans you can see this large bulge in the crotch and while I've never seen or touched "it" yet, when I rub his tummy and play with his nipples it gets even bigger. As I was sitting next to Mark last night and rubbing him I noticed how big "it" had gotten and I was kind of, like, daydreaming and imagining what it would be like to hold it in my hands. Anyway, it feels so good to be close to him like that, and Mark will put his arm around me and kiss me as I snuggle down against him and that makes me feel even better. While I've liked other people, I've never felt the same way about them that I feel about Mark. I think I may be falling in love. But at the same time, I'm kind of nervous. From Mark's standpoint I'm a girl - I look and act like one - so I must be. But there's one part of me that isn't girl. Now my dick was never really big, certainly not anywhere near the size of Mark's, so it doesn't make a noticeable bulge even when I wear my tightest jeans and shorts. But it is still there and I'm scared of what Mark will think when he finds out about me - if he finds out about me. I was talking to Mom today and mentioned my concern and she just kind of shrugged her shoulders and told me not to worry about something I can't do anything about. Oh, and during the conversation with Mom she revealed something that I'd been wondering about for a long time. She confided in me that after she and Dad separated that she was concerned about how I was developing - doing poorly in school, hanging around with a bunch of boys that were getting in trouble and things like that. She eventually confided in a friend who is a doctor and he just told her that behavior like that can be a consequence of the beginning of puberty for some boys. She asked him if anything could be done and he said that sometimes slowing the process of puberty through hormone balance adjustment would allow a trouble-prone boy to make an easier and slower adjustment. And that's why she had supplemented my vitamins with female hormones. "Honestly," she said, "I only planned it to be temporary while you got your grades under control. But then you seemed to be pleased with some of the changes the female hormones produced in you - even though I'm not sure you realized it at the time. So I let you continue taking the hormones longer than I should have and eventually, well ..... you just .....," and her voice faded off as if she wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't sure what to say either, so I just went up to my room and lay down on my bed and cried. But after awhile, I began to think that my life wasn't, like, totally ruined. After all, I hadn't gotten into any real trouble at school, and girl's clothes were ever so much nicer than boy's clothes, and I did like putting on makeup and being pretty and attractive to boys, and now I'd met Mark and fallen in love for the first time in my life. I got up from my bed and went downstairs into the kitchen where Mom was making dinner, and threw my arms around her and kissed her as I whispered in her ear, "Thanks Mom!" That still left the problem of what to say or do to Mark. It was obvious to both of us now that we were totally, madly in love with each other. Our dates had become more passionate, although so far Mark had been satisfied by playing with my breasts and with the occasional hand job I gave him - yeah, I've now held "it" in my hands and it's at least as big as I had imagined it - takes both my hands to hold it. But it was obvious to me that something would happen eventually and I decided that it might be better to pick the time when it happened. So after one date when we were sitting in his car listening to some music on the radio, I began, "Uh, Mark, I know that we like each other, well not 'like', 'love' is better and you probably think that you know all about me, but, uh, there's something that I have to tell you that might surprise you." Mark got this really strange look on his face and I had no idea what he was thinking, but I continued, "And I know that you think I'm really pretty, at least I hope you do, but ..... uh .....," and I didn't know how to proceed and just blushed and let my voice trail off. All of a sudden the strange look on Mark's face turned into a really big grin as he said, "That you used to be a boy?" "What? You knew? OMG how did you find out? When did you find out? And you still liked me?" I gasped. "I had some friends at your school and they told me that there was this boy at their school who had started acting more and more like a girl than a boy and then he stopped coming to school. Now I've got a secret of my own that I have to tell you. While I like girls, I'm also attracted to boys and the idea of meeting someone who was part each got me really turned on so I kept track of you and eventually found your Facebook account and got in touch with you through that. I was really nervous about meeting you for the first time but you were so nice and we got along so well that I just, well, just fell in love with you. And I really, really want to keep seeing you, boy parts and girl parts and all. Can we?" And Mark just blushed really bright red. For an answer I just threw my arms around him and hugged him as hard as I could and kissed him. (THE END)