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CHEAPER BY THE QUARTER Christine, Judy, Karen and Beth asked me to come to their apartment at noon for Champagne. They had finally saved enough money for complete make-overs and were ready to go to the clinic. By make-overs I don't mean just new hair styles and exciting new make-up. Far from it. What had taken them so long to save the money - a couple of years I was told -- was that they each had wanted to have substantial -yes, substantial - - plastic surgery. They knew exactly how they wanted to remake themselves. I envied their sense of purpose. Noon seemed like an early time to pop open a couple of bottles of bubbly but I had been told they were due at the clinic later that afternoon. So I was eager to have a couple of glasses and toast to their success. I liked the girls a lot. Their apartment was just down the hall from mine and we occasionally got together for drinks, although less fancy ones than Champagne, and I frequently saw them out by the apartment building's pool. Occasionally we saw each other at one of the local bars. But, as nice as they were, I had to admit that each one of them was very plain looking. Not ugly, by any means, but plain enough that other girls always beat them out for the attention of the single males in their lives. I can't remember seeing four girls with flatter chests than these friends of mine. And they lacked other curves as well. Nature hadn't treated them well went it came to the looks department. They also believed that their careers would be enhanced if they were no longer plain Janes. Which is certainly true considering how much our society values beauty. They were young, in their early twenties, as I was, and they wanted to spend the next years of their lives as beautiful girls, to see how that felt for a change. I was sympathetic to their venture as I wasn't very masculine and I knew how it felt to be upstaged by men who were better built and taller than I was. In addition, I was very boyish looking, a trait that I was told attracted girls but somehow I hadn't met any of them. I just wasn't as motivated as my friends were, to improve myself, to my detriment obviously. I didn't even have a gym. I was invited to join the girls for champagne because, as Judy explained, they intended to get as drunk as skunks in order to face the ordeal of having numerous procedures done to them at one time. If they were drunk, so they believed, they were unlikely to change their minds and stay at home. Plus, if they were drunk, they would need someone - me -- to drive them to the clinic, which I had agreed to do. When I arrived at their door Christine, "Chris", was just coming out. She saw me and said, "Oh, hi, Christopher, I'm sorry but I can't go through with it, so I'm going out for a long walk. The other girls are still committed so go on in for Champagne." To explain any confusion with our names just know that everyone called me "Chris", as they did her, but Christine didn't like us to be confused with each other so she unfailingly called me Christopher. When I went inside Karen was expressing her anger. "I can't believe Chris chickened out! She knows that we got a special rate because there were four of us! Now I don't know what the clinic will do." "All we can do is get drunk and find out," Beth said. "I saw her packet," Karen said. "She would have been a knockout." There was suddenly a loud "pop" as Judy uncorked the first bottle. "Drink up," she said, pouring Champagne into four glasses. I made the first toast. "To health and beauty!" "Forget the 'health' part," Judy said. "Let's concentrate on looking great and worry about health later!" "Do you remember that old Saturday Night line that goes, 'It's better to look great than to feel great.'" Beth said. "Sure," Karen said. "I think it was Billy Crystal who said it. He was dressed up as Fernando Lamas at the time. Remember, Fernando was married to Arlene Dahl. See what kind of man you can catch when you're beautiful?" We all laughed and Karen refilled our glasses. It wasn't long before a second bottle was opened and we were toasting and laughing the way you do when you start feeling a little high. I asked them just what procedures they were scheduled to have. "Don't ask," Beth laughed. "It might scare us away like it did Chris." But Judy was willing to discuss what they had scheduled. "Well, first there's our boobs," she said. "We all want big ones." "I want to have a difficult time finding bras big enough!" Karen said. "Here's to the back aches they'll cause!" Beth said. "Let's toast the inventor of silicone!" Judy said. And we did. Somehow every thing that was said was causing us to laugh. Judy turned on some music and we were all dancing. The party was becoming so much fun that I was sorry Chris was missing it. Judy opened a third bottle of Champagne. "I shouldn't," I said, as Judy filled my glass. "Remember, I'm driving." "Chris, don't you dare stop now," she answered. "The party's just started and I've seen you drive much drunker that you are now." Then Karen volunteered to discuss the second procedure. "They're going to make our butts bigger," she giggled. "About as big and round as they can get." "Hear hear!" the other two said. "I didn't know they did that?" I said. "It's done all the time," Karen said. "You think all the beautiful asses you see when you go out are natural?" "I guess I hadn't thought about it." "But you do think about grabbing them," she said. "True," I answered. "Well, soon we'll have asses that everyone will want to grab." "Fill up my glass again," Beth said. "So that I have the courage to tell Chris about wearing heels." "What about them?" I said. "Well, we have jobs that require wearing heels," she said. "But our feet are tired by the end of the day so we don't feel like wearing them where we go out later. And you know how much boys like girls to wear heels. I mean, they do make your legs look so great. Well, there a technique that does something with the ligaments in your calf that makes it comfortable to wear heels all the time. So we're getting it done. No more sneakers for us." "Yes, but you didn't tell him all of it," Karen said. "It means that it will be UNcomfortable NOT to wear heels. So we'll be committed to wearing them most of the time, even out to the pool when we're in our bathing suits." "While we're jiggling in our bathing suits," Beth said, and we all laughed again. More Champagne was poured and, although I was worrying about my ability to drive, it seemed that it would be rude not keep up with them. I did promise myself that I would stop soon, however. Karen must have been drunker than the rest of us for she lost hold her glass and spilled Champagne on my T-shirt. "I'll go back and change," I said. "No, stay put," Judy said. "It's easier if I grab one of mine for you." She weaved back to her bedroom and returned with a clean T-shirt. It had something printed on the front but I couldn't read it by looking down and, truthfully, I didn't care what it said. I had taken the day off to drive the girls so I had casually dressed in old jeans, a T-shirt and flip flops. I was please to see that the girls had dressed exactly the same. "And here's the best part: our faces," Beth continued. "The clinic asked us to tear pages out of magazines that had girls with mouths, eyes, noses, cheekbone, etc., which we admired. We sent them our four packets and I, for one, can tell you that if I turn out half as beautiful as the girls in my tear-sheets, I'll be happy." "I like my tear-sheets so much!" Judy said. "Mine, too," Karen said. "They can take Chris' packet of tear-sheets and throw it in the garbage as far as I care! That party pooper!" "Do you know what Chris said to me just before she left for her walk?" Beth added. "She said, 'ask them to send my deposit back.'" "She might have to forfeit it," Judy said. "After all, they did arrange to have a fourth surgery performed. That has to be expensive?" "Come on," Beth said, "Let's do a chorus line and sing our favorite song!" They moved a coffee table aside. The girls joined arms and were about to dance when Karen said, "Join Us, Chris. You can sing, can't you?" "A little," I said. "What song?" "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes!" I laughed and joined them. Soon we were all kicking our legs high into the air, just like the Rockets at Radio City Music Hall do, and singing "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend" and, of course, "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes." When we were exhausted, we collapsed onto the floor. Judy found another bottle of Champagne and filed our glasses. "I take it you're going to go blonde?" I said giggling. I hate to admit it but when I get drunk I giggle. But since the three of them were giggling almost uncontrollably no one noticed me. "You bet," Beth replied. "We expect to be pretty much out of it for a day or two following surgery which is a perfect time to have the beauty salon working on you. Sort of maximizing our time there. We can snooze during the whole process. See how efficient we can be?" I got up off the floor as I needed to find their bathroom. "I need to take a pee," I said. I found I couldn't walk straight so the girls got up to help me. Problem was, they couldn't walk straight either. So the four of us stumbled toward the bathroom, laughing like school girls. When I got to the stool I found I had a difficult time zipping my zipper down. I was that drunk. "Hey, we've never seen his thingy," Beth said. "Show it to us!" "Get out of here," I answered, pretending to be angry. Looking in a bathroom mirror, I was able to read the printing on my T-shirt. It was blurry to me but it definitely said, "Princess." At any other time I would have taken it off but I was too out of it to care. When they left I finished then stumbled back into the living room. "I don't think I can drive?" I said. "The three of us are worse off than you are," Judy said. "Let's go." Somehow the girls managed to carry their suitcases with them, stumbling and dropping them occasionally, until we reached the lot where I park my car. After a couple of tries I managed to get the doors unlocked and we all climbed in. "One last drink!" Judy said. To our surprise she had managed to carry the last bottle of Champagne with her. There were no glasses so she took a swig from the bottle and passed it. I was too drunk to refuse. So we drove along the road laughing and singing and finishing off the bottle. I drove very slowly as I didn't want an accident. I was an accident about to happen, and I hate it when people drive drunk, so I was super watchful and careful and we arrived at the clinic unharmed. I parked the car so the girls could get out. "I need to sober up before I drive back," I said. "I'll sit here in the car a while." "No, come in with us," Karen said. "We need your moral support." So the four of us walked inside. We were greeted by the manager of the clinic and the chief surgeon. The girls had originally met with an assistant manager so they were meeting these women for the first time. They introduced themselves and welcomed us with warm smiles and handshakes. "I'm Mrs. Hawkins, the clinic's manager," she said. "And I'm Ruth, I'm going to be one of your surgeons," the other one said. "I'm Judy," Judy said, shaking hands. "I'm Beth," Beth said. "I'm Karen," Karen said. "I'm Chris," I said. "Come on back to the conference room," Mrs. Hawkins said. When we were seated at the conference table Judy said, "Why don't we all have a drink to celebrate?" Mrs. Hawkins and the surgeon laughed. It was clear that they found our state of severe intoxication to be amusing. "I guess one last drink won't hurt anything," she said. "Sure, we'll drink one drink with you. After all, this is a big undertaking. Then you need to go back and get to bed because we'll be coming for you early tomorrow morning. I'll probably have to call some orderlies who can help you walk or carry you but that's no problem" She buzzed a secretary and soon a bottle of wine and glasses was delivered to us. We began toasting to each other's success. Even the manager and the surgeon go into the spirit. "Alright, now down to business," the manager said. She produced four folders and handed them out to us. She handed me the folder marked "Chris." I thought that was so funny that I began laughing hysterically. It seemed so funny that I somehow didn't think to say that the Chris she actually wanted was back home someplace. The manager continued. "You need to sign each page before we show you to your rooms. The first page concerns your breast augmentation. I believe you want to be large so I have pre-checked the box that allows us the right to determine your size during the procedure. That will give us the flexibility to make you as large as is possible. Please sign on the bottom line." The girls were signing their pages when I opened the folder I was given. My eyesight was so blurry I couldn't even see the line where a signature was required. That made me laugh again. "I can't see the line!" I laughed. Beth leaned over and pointed it out. "Its right here," she said, pointing at it with a very shaky finger. Beth was too drunk to realize I was doing something I shouldn't be doing and I was far too drunk to understand anything. I hurriedly signed my name. "The next page is for your derrieres," the manager said. "Again, I have pre-checked the box that allows us to make them as plump as possible, considering what you desire but also considering your specific physiognomy." The girls signed as well as they could, probably not on the exact line, but close enough to be legal. As for me, I took another drink from my wine glass hoping it would clear my foggy eyes to be able to see the bottom of the page. It didn't help so I signed where I hoped the place was. I did notice that Karen gave me a questioning look as I was signing but she was too far out of it to say something like, "Hey, what are you doing?" "And now for your legs," the manager said. "All you need to do is sign again." All four of us began signing but this time Judy noticed me and began laughing; trying to get Karen's and Beth's attention so they would understand what it was that I was doing. But if you've ever been drunk you know your attention span sometimes only lasts a brief few seconds, and Judy was soon distracted and trying to focus on what the manager was now saying. "We received your packets with suggestions as so what facial features you want. Do you realize the four of you choose lips like Angelina Jolie's? That's ok, we get asked for that a lot so we've become experts at it. Now, using our computer we have put all the features together so we can show you on the screen approximately what you will look like when we are finished." She pressed a button and a TV mounted on the wall lit up and there was the beautiful face of a girl on the screen. "Oh, God, that's going to be me!" Beth exclaimed. "I recognize the features from my tear-sheets!" "And that's me!" Judy said excitedly as the next face appeared on the screen." "And that's me!" I vaguely remember Karen saying. I assume the next face that appeared on the screen was Chris' but I was too busy trying to find the correct spot sign the form to look up. Then I passed out. As I look back, I'm surprised I stayed awake so long, considering how much I must have had to drink. When I woke, on what I was sure was the next morning, the three girls were standing by my bed. I didn't know where I was. "Boy what a hangover," I said. "The biggest one every recorded." "It's not a hangover," Beth said, holding my hand. "We have something to tell you." "What?" "It's been three days since you - we - signed the consent forms." "What consent forms? What are you talking about?" "How much do you remember from the time we arrived at the clinic?" "Not much." "Do you remember signing your name to Chris' consent forms?" "I remember signing something. At lest I think I do? I thought it was all a joke." "Well...you took her place." "What does 'took her place' mean?" "They thought you were Chris, our roommate Chris, I should say." "So?" "Tell him," Beth said." Karen spoke. "They did to you.....the things that were planned for her." "You mean I have..." "Yes, huge boobs, a round butt, and a face to die for." "You weren't even awake enough yesterday to know you were taken to the beauty salon," Judy added. "You're a blonde now. Cut, bleached and permed." "You were totally waxed, had your eyebrows shaped, and have pierced ears," Beth added. I looked down at myself. They were right; there were two huge shapes under the blanket that was covering me. "This has to be a joke?" I said, tossing the blanket aside. "Some joke!" Karen said. "You're a 34 DD." I was wearing a pink baby doll but it was of a transparent material. "Why am I wearing this?" I said. "You didn't have anything else to wear," Beth replied. "One of the nurses was nice enough to find it for you. You should thank her when you see her." Through the transparent material, there they were. Two flesh colored melons attached to my chest, part of me, now my own flesh and blood. I reached down and lifted the hem of my baby doll to be able to touch them. They quivered at my touch and I saw that my nipples extended. "Good, God!" was all I could think to say. Now, looking at the girls more carefully, I could now see that their faces were greatly changed. I had been too involved with my own dilemma to focus on them. They still had bruises, as I could see, which are typical from facial surgery, and there were stitches left to remove. Still, the girls were indeed beautiful; they were going to be truly beautiful when they were healed. "Am I???" I stuttered, feeling stitches on my own face as my hands touched my nose, lips and around my eyes. "You have the face of a beautiful girl," Karen said. "With those high cheekbones, tiny nose, full lips, and blonde hair you could be a model. You always had pretty eyes and now they seem larger, sexy even." I passed out. When I woke a few minutes later the girls were still at my side. They were admiring each other's large boobs when they noticed I was awake. "I just realized," I said. "I no longer have a job! Not showing up for work for three days will have automatically gotten me fired." "It was a no-where job anyway, wasn't it?" "Sure, but I need the income." "Don't worry about it. We'll help you find a much better job," Karen said. "Chris, there is some good news," Judy said. "Like what? They can redo all this?" "No, I'm afraid that most of what was done is permanent. The good news is that our ex-roommate, Chris -- yes, she has moved out -- realizes that what was done to you is partly her fault. She will send a check for the rest of what she would owe so everything that was done to you was free." "That's the good news?" "There's more. We want you to become our roommate. You will need a lot of help to adjust to being a girl and we want to help you." "Don't tell me???" I said, reaching down to my crotch. My penis and balls were still there. "They didn't touch them," Beth said. "You hadn't signed a consent form for that. And now that the clinic realizes a mistake was made, they want to help." "How?" "By giving you a vagina for free. They realize they have no legal liability - after all, you did sign the forms - but in the spirit of friendship they will perform the operation with no cost to you. The manager will be by later to discuss it." "We're serious about helping you adjust to being a girl," Judy said. "You'll need to learn how to apply make-up expertly, do your nails, just lots and lots of things you've never worried about!" "I think she'll learn fast," Beth said. "It will be fun shopping with her for clothes," Karen said. "I have a feeling you'll probably live in mini-skirts," she said to me. Just then a nurse came into the room. "We need to get her out of bed so she can walk a little. That helps her regain her strength. I'm glad to see that you girls are up and about," she said to them. It wasn't lost on me that the nurse had also referred to me as "she." They helped me to my feet. I started to take a step when Karen said, "Wait! You need to wear these mules with heels. They're like the ones we're wearing." "I don't understand?" "It will be uncomfortable to walk barefoot or with flats," Beth said. "Its heels for you just like it is for us." Walking in heels for the first time was difficult but the girls held onto me and I was able to walk about the room. I'll always wear high heels, I thought to myself. How is that possible? In addition, the way my breasts moved up and down and side by side as I walked was disturbing. When I mentioned that to the girls they laughed and said, "You'll get used to them." I knew that wasn't going to be true. I knew that as long as I had them, the rest of my life it seemed likely, I would always look down at them in wonder. How can they be part of me? I would say to myself. I might learn to love them, never want to give them up, even let people play with them, but I would never "get used to them" in the sense that they meant. Back in bed, after my short walk, the girls surprised me by showing me a stack of skirts, heels, hose, blouses and panties that they had for me. "You didn't have a suitcase with you so we have each donated some of our clothes to you to wear and to keep. Needless to say, we brought more than we would ever need, which is a typical girl thing to do. The only thing we don't have for you is a bra that's large enough. But we'll pick one up as soon as one of us gets the opportunity." The clothes were attractive, sexy, but I couldn't imagine putting them on. But, since I've always practiced good manners, I thanked them. "See, she's getting into the spirit already!" Beth said, misunderstanding me. A small lunch of salads was delivered to the room and the fours of us ate although I was still too upset with my situtation to clean my plate. Then Judy suggested that the four of us should get some fresh air and take a short walk around the grounds of the clinic. "Ok, but please find my jeans for me," I pleaded. "No way!" Beth said. I was surprised at how easily I gave in. The girls picked out a short shirt, pleated, in a nice schoolgirl plaid. White hold-up hose that they rolled up my legs. Remember, my legs had been waxed at the salon. They gave me four inch heels in white patent and a white blouse with a deep plunging neckline. I'd never seen panties as lacy as the ones I was given to put on. Judy took a tube of lip gloss and spread it on my lips. They she used some on herself and passed it to the other two girls. "This doesn't have all that much color but it will help our lips to heal." The walk was refreshing and for a moment I forgot my troubles. We walked slowly, as we were all convalescing, but our heels clicked on the brick paths. It's a sound I have admired many times when I've been watching pretty girls walk. Now I was making those sounds myself. How strange life can be. None of the other women patients on the grounds wore heels which made Beth, Judy and Karen feel somewhat superior. As for me, my only concern was to learn how to walk in heels without falling. There was a slight breeze that lifted my short skirt making me squeal as I was afraid that one of the orderlies might get a look at my panties. There were some Mexican grounds keepers working and they stopped to gawk at us as we passed, wishing they had the courage to actually speak to us. "They're cute," one of the girls said. As soon as we returned inside we ran into Mrs. Hawkins. When she saw me she said, "What a lovely outfit. Your legs look great in heels and a short skirt." I was embarrassed. "I didn't have anything else to wear," I stuttered. "Well, you wore jeans here," she said. "I wanted to wear them today." "Apparently not as much as what you're wearing? Otherwise you'd have them on." I was so confused all I could do was lower my eyes. We all walked back to my room and the manager continued. "We are, of course, sorry for the mix up. It would probably have happened even if you didn't share the same first name with the other Chris. We were expecting four people and four people arrived at our door. You were all dressed the same and you were all as flat as boards so we didn't see anything that would have tipped us off that one of you wasn't who we were waiting for. In fact, if I remember correctly, your T-shirt identified you as "Princess," which I thought was very cute at the time. It wasn't until we discovered that you have a penis - this was late in the surgery that lasted eight hours - so we had no choice but to go on and finish. We had already done your face, breasts and derriere, and were about to tackle your legs." I started crying. Was I trapped? I couldn't think of a way out of this. "Please..." I pleaded. "Please what?" the manager said. "Please finish my transformation, is that what you want to say, Chris?" "I don't know what I want to say?" "Do you realize that each time we asked for a signature allowing us to perform surgery on you, you signed it without question?" "I was drunk." "Yes, you were drunk. But how drunk? Did you get an erection each time you signed knowing what would happen to you? Did it excite you?" "No. I swear it didn't." "We all do unconscious things, things that we want that we would be afraid to admit to if, for example, we weren't drunk." "It was nothing like that." "Did you almost climax when you saw the face on the screen that was about to be yours?" "I think I passed out before that?" "Did you want to be her so much that you couldn't bring yourself to say that you were only pretending to be the Chris we were expecting?" "No! I was simply too drunk to know what I was doing." My mind was reeling from Mrs. Hawkins insights, if they were indeed insights and not simply reasons for her to feel less responsible for what had happened. In truth, I had begun to remember some of what had taken place on the night we arrived. If I hadn't been drunk, none of this would have happened, I was sure of that. Yet, on the drive to the clinic, I remember thinking how fortunate the girls were to be solving their problems while I would return to the apartment building with mine intact. "Hummmm. I guess we have to take your word for all this. But I'm a big believer in unconscious motivation. Anyway, how do we proceed from here?" "I don't know. I really don't. I'm so confused "Ok, so just listen. We have what we think is a good solution. We can convert your penis to an attractive and functioning vagina. We need to flood your body with hormones, no matter what, as that's necessary to maintain your new feminine figure. And those hormones will shrink your testicles and render your penis impotent. So I don't see that you have much choice. Your equipment is gone one way or another. You have been turned into a girl, partly by accident but mostly by your own actions. Either way, you're at least 90% girl at this point." "I need time to think," I said. "That's understandable. We would want to wait for a few days anyway. You need to have recovered from your last surgery before you have additional work done. I'll schedule it for four days from now and, unless you decide you don't want it, I promise we'll give you the prettiest pussy we've ever created here, and we've done quite a few. So, let's talk again in a few days. Girls, help Chris come to a decision. She needs your help and guidance." The next day most of our stitches were removed. Our bruising was almost gone. "Thank heavens," Beth said. "I can't wait to get full make-up on my beautiful face. I can't wait to see just how gorgeous I can be!" "I think the four of us should do it together," Karen said. "After all, Chris needs our help." "I don't think I want to be included," I said. "I mean, it's almost like I'm agreeing to have the additional surgery." "No, it's not," Karen said. "It merely allows you to experience what you will experience daily if you make the final transition. If you don't like it then that will tell you something. And if you like yourself with make-up on then that also will tell you something. Either way you learn." That was so logical that I had to agree. The girls spent the next two hours with me, showing me the basics of using make-up. Then was I allowed to try it on my own while they experimented on their own faces, trying to learn what works best for their new and lovely features. Of course they insisted that I be dressed in some of the clothes they had given me. They had selected a very short mini skirt in washed denim, you know the look, with a ragged hem as if it had casually been casually cut off. Then I had to put on a pink halter that, thank heavens, held my breasts somewhat in place. It was small, and short, so my navel was exposed. Beth told me that I should get my navel pierced one day. The top also exposed both the tops of my breasts and the round flesh where they peeked out from the bottom of the halter. They gave me hold-up hose, which this time I put on by myself, in a pale silver color, but also with a definite shine, almost a sparkle. Strappy four-inch sandals were put on my feet and the straps buckled. My blonde hair was brushed and it quickly regained the shape it had been given at the beauty salon. I had had somewhat long hair and now it was in a teased look, with exaggerated curls. This time they gave me large hoop earrings which brushed, sensuously, against my cheeks as I moved. For two hours I had said nothing. I was lost in thought, starring at my new face in the vanity mirror. I was trying to understand how the beautiful girl I was looking at could be me. Finally, I began seeing parts of me that I recognized. My eyes for example. They seemed larger but the pupils were mine. And I recognized the line of my jaw. And the bits of my ears that peeked out from my blonde hair. It was very comforting to find bits of the old me still there. It made it easier for me to accept my new face as I began to see how it had been created out of the old. The girls misunderstood my silence. They believed I was lost in rapture as I looked at myself. In a way that was true. I mean, I love looking at beautiful girls. I just didn't think I would ever be looking at myself that way. That was when I finally said, "Ok, I'll try to do my own make-up." The make-up they had applied was removed and I started in. It was clear to me that, of all the lipstick shades they had tried, that pink was the best color for my lips. And blue eye shadow was also what I had liked best. Unfortunately, Mrs. Hawkins came into the room just as I was applying lip gloss. "Well, what do we have here?" she said. "I was just doing a little innocent experimentation," I answered. "Sure you were, my sweet. Should I go now and get the consent form?" "No, please don't!" I said loudly. "Why not?" "I still want to be a boy..." "And I want to be Queen of England. But I recognize what I am." Mrs. Hawkins left, smiling, and Judy decided to examine my make-up. "So, did you enjoy the experience?" she said. "I have to admit I did," I responded. "Enough to do it every day?" "I guess so. I might want to do it once in a while even if I return to being a boy." What I had liked most was how smooth and perfect it had made my face. And the fact that I could add color, such as the blue eye shadow, fascinated me. "What did you lean from it exactly." "Well, I learned, from studying my beautiful face, that I would be much more likely to be a success as a girl than as a boy. I admit I'm a rather ordinary boy and the creature I see in the mirror has no limits as to where life could take her." "That seems to settle it, doesn't it?" she said. "Not really. Is that enough reason to change sexes?" "Why not? Especially if you like the idea of being a girl..." "I don't know how much I like it yet?" "I've thought of another test that should help you make the decision one way or another. Let's go outside," Beth said. When we were outside she saw the Mexican groundskeepers standing near a small building they used for their equipment. They were taking a cigarette break. I wanted to stay where I was. However, guided by the girls, I had to accompany them and we walked over to the boys. So, there we were, four beautiful girls stopping to say hello to them as if they were our equals. There was excitement on their faces, as we must have looked like movie stars to them. It was soon apparent that they didn't speak any English so Beth decided she could speak freely in front of them. "Chris," Beth said to me. "The tall handsome one. I want you to take him by the hand and lead him into the building." "What?" I said. "He might want to pull down my panties and I don't have a you-know-what." "Simple. Before he can do anything, get down on your knees in front of him." "Oh, no! I couldn't do anything like that." "I'm sure it sounds disgusting to you. But I want you to remove his cock from his pants and I want you to suck him off. Listen to me! If, after you're finished, you find that the experience was disgusting, then you will have learned something. It's difficult being a girl and not liking boys. So, if you tell us you never want to do something like that again then we promise we will do all we can to help you regain what ever portion of your manhood that's left." "You promise?" "This test is too important for you not to do it. And once you've done it then we will all four of us know how to proceed." Trembling, I took him by the hand. It was much larger than mine and calloused. He didn't hesitate to follow me. We went into the building and I closed the door behind us. I got down on my knees in front of him just as he was saying something in Spanish. He helped me with his zipper and in just seconds his cock, rock hard, was pointing at my face. It was the largest one I had ever seen, although I admit I hadn't seen many boys undressed as I seldom played sports then showered off afterwards. It was a deep brown color and that contrasted with my pale hands as I grasped hold of it. I took it into my mouth and it slid easily through my generously lipsticked lips, all the way to the back of my mouth. I want to say it touched my tonsils but I know that couldn't be true. Still, I knew instantly that I loved what I was doing. I loved it! It was astounding to me that I loved it, but I did. I hadn't expected to, but I loved it. Don't cum too quickly, I wanted to tell him, I want to be here on my knees in the dirt for as long as I can. As my head bobbed forward and back again, my lips sliding on his cock, my earrings would swing back and forth, brushing against my cheek. Somehow that was exciting to me. Part of my enjoyment, beyond the wonderful taste, and the fact that my lips fit perfectly around it, as if his cock and my mouth had been waiting for each other all those years, was the thought that this sweaty, dirty boy, was getting a blowjob from the most beautiful girl he will ever meet. Mexicans love blondes and there one was, kneeling, hoping to please him. His hands caressed my blonde curls as if he had to constantly reassure himself that he wasn't dreaming and that I was truly a blonde. He was from a lower class background yet there I was on my knees in front of him, occasionally glancing up so our eyes met. His unwashed cock was deep into my mouth. It was an experience he would never forget. As wouldn't I. When he erupted the amount of his cum surprised me. I tried to swallow it all, but that wasn't possible. It dribbled out of my mouth so that when he finally removed himself from my mouth I used my tongue to clean up what I hadn't been able to swallow. He watched my tongue find every last drop. When I got up off my knees I wanted to kiss him but he seemed too shy. The big strong boy was shy. And after what we had done together... When I came out of the building I walked over to the girls. I didn't say anything; I couldn't, as I needed time to figure out what to say. How do you find the words to express such a complete change in the direction of your life? Silence. Nothing was said as the four us walked back inside. I knew that the girls were concerned, apprehensive, but I still wasn't able to say anything. But, as we got inside, I saw my reflection in a pane of glass and I stopped to repair my lipstick, which certainly needed it. It had been almost totally removed. Whatever of my pink lipstick that might have been left was now on him, and not on me. When Beth saw me take out my compact she said, "YOU DID LOVE IT! Tell us you did!" "I LOVED it so much it's left me speechless!" I said. "But I have a question." "Shoot." "How can sucking only one cock make me want to go through with the surgery?" "But is does?" "Definitely. But there's more. Now I also have to know what it feels like to have a cock in my pussy. I just have to!" "Well, there's only one way to find out." "I'm ready!" Suddenly the four of us were hugging and jumping up and down and were squealing with delight. "Let's go tell Mrs. Hawkins," Beth said. When the four of us entered her office, Mrs. Hawkins knew what I was about to do. Her face lit up. "I want it," I said. "Tell me what convinced you," she asked. "I'm too embarrassed to tell you," I said softly although I knew I probably would do so before I was finally released. "I'd like to know but I won't push it. Tomorrow morning, ok?" she said. "There's no reason to make you wait any longer." "Oh, Princess." "Yes?" "I'm so happy for you," she said. "Thank you," I said softly. She opened the top drawer of her desk and took out a sheet of paper. "Guess what I have?" she said. "My consent form? Oh, God," I said. "This is really happening!" "Sign it, please." She handed me a pen. "I think I'm going to faint," I said. "And I'm not drunk," I laughed. I signed the form with a large flourish. Mrs. Hawkins kissed me on the cheek. "Now, why don't you go to the infirmary so you can get your hormone shots. I'll call ahead so they'll be expecting you." The girls were so pleased for me that they were gently crying. When I saw them I began crying, too. "What a wonderful day," Beth said, handing me a tissue to wipe my eyes. When we arrived at the infirmary there was a nurse waiting for us. It turned out she was the one who had found the baby doll for me and I thanked her. "Pull up your skirt and pull down you panties," she said. When I had she asked me to bend over. "Goodness, girl, they gave you a fine rear end!" she said admiring me. She took two syringes and emptied one into each of my buttocks. Is that all? I thought. "Can you give me two more?" I asked. "I want to be sure I got enough." They all laughed at that. "You got enough," the nurse said. "Can't you feel all those little hormones rushing around in your body searching for testosterone so it can destroy it?" "I'm supposed to feel that? Oh, I get it, you're having fun with me." "I am. But I'm helping turn you into a girl at the same time..." "In that case give me two additional ones. Please?" "Alright," she said. "Two more coming up." She gave them to me. As I was pulling up my panties Beth said, "Princess." "Yes?" I answered. "I just wondered if you would continue to answer to that name." "It seems natural." "I'm going to give you the T-shirt." "I'll wear it." The rest of the day was like a dream. We talked, had dinner, and watched a little TV. I can't remember many details except to say that I was on cloud nine and I couldn't wait for the next morning to come. At about 9:00 I put on my baby doll and got into bed. The girls stayed a while, chatting, until they decided to return to their rooms for the night. I was almost asleep when the door opened and I saw someone tiptoe into the room. It was the Mexican boy I had been with! He walked up to the bed and, since I was more or less at the right height, he unzipped and offered me his cock, saying por favor in a pleading voice. Fortunately my lipstick was on the night stand next to the bed. I quickly applied it as I knew I would need lubrication to handle a cock his size. Then, quickly, I sucked it deeply into my mouth. I did it so eagerly that I must have been making loud sucking sounds. Sucking away, I noticed, as I could see past him, his back was to the door, that Beth much have heard something as she was just inside the room watching us. Then she disappeared and before long all three girls were watching. They watched until I finished him off. Then they slipped away and he left with another tale to tell to his friends. I realized, lying there, before I fell asleep, there would come a time when I would restrict my attentions to men who are rich, handsome and powerful, men who could help me in whatever exciting career I decided to follow, but for now, well, for now I'll go where my heart directs me...