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Surfing The Gender Waves Chapter One - Introduction Please forgive this rather rambling story as I'm a now, senior citizen and I did lead a rather rambling life surfing the gender waves. Yet, my life might be a tad interesting. My name is (was) Billy James Ryan. At almost ten years old (when this story really began), back then, I was a bit of a hellion hanging out with the wrong crowd of a peer group. My parents had divorced. My dad ran away with his secretary to find himself in Australia. That left Mom, my much older sister, Elizabeth or Lizzie as she liked to be called, and me. Mom was a highly paid executive vice president at a manufacturing company. Her company was having serious problems with their European part of their multinational company. So, unexpectantly one day Mom announced that she would have to go to Europe to straighten things out and would probably be there for at least two years. Since Lizzie was to start college Mom decided that she would enroll at college in Europe. That left me. Mom thought she wouldn't have time to mess with me and my shenanigans so I would be staying home. Her older sister, my Aunt Connie agreed to take me into her home and she would be like my surrogate mother. Aunt Connie two years past had become a widow after a fishing accident involving my Uncle Ted. Aunt Connie was ok, her daughters Lynne and Susan were ok, her sons Dave and Jack were ok, somewhat tough and scary though, but then there was Wendell. Wendell was just about the biggest sissy in the whole world. He didn't play like a boy, he didn't do boy stuff, rather he played with dolls, read a lot and enjoyed coloring books. Get this, Wendell even dressed like a girl. Aunt Connie allowed him to dress as a girl and the rest of the family took it in stride, like it was normal. Wendell always cried at the drop of a hat when teased. I teased him unmercifully as it was somewhat confusingly enjoyable. However when I teased him I had a lot of mixed and confusing feelings when I did tease him. I did feel sorry for Wendell, but, my peer group thought it their duty to pick on all sissies and Wendell was the true definition of a, "sissy." I addition when I picked on Wendell I got tons of grief from other family members. About a week before I was to move in with Aunt Connie and our house was put on the rental market, Mom along with Lizzie came into my bedroom. By then most of my personal stuff had been placed into storage and my bedroom looked a bit sparse. I was in the dumps and felt sad about leaving the old neighborhood, the old gang and friends. I thought about living with Aunt Connie and Wendell. Every time I thought about Wendell and even Mom, Lizzie and my girl cousins I experienced, to me at the time, really what I thought were crazy feelings. These feelings had be going on for a number of years, far back as I could remember. Mom and Lizzie sat on my bed close to me. "Billy, we need to have a talk, son," Mom said. "Sure Mom! What's up?" "Billy you're going to live with your Aunt Connie and family while we're in Europe. My sister and I expect you to behave and be on your best behavior. Connie is a great older sister and very fair and easy going. She will be substituting for me as your parent while I'm away. I expect you to obey her just like I expect you to obey me. No more shenanigans, no more bad behavior and above all no more harassing Wendell, period," Mom said. Mom continued her laying down the law to me. This went on for about fifteen minutes. Then Mom asked me a curious question, "Billy tell me why you pick on poor Wendell so much. He's going through a very emotional and difficult time in his life. I support my sister's dealing with Wendell. If Wendell likes being a girl and my sister supports it, then I support it. Connie and I have that special bond that only sisters can truly understand. So speaking of understanding, we both want to understand why you pick on Wendell so much." Lizzie came into the conversation and said, "Billy, don't be afraid, you can tell us anything you want. Mom and I do love you, always." "Mom. I don't really know why I tease Wendell so much. I really do like him a lot. The guys think it's fun teasing guys like Wendell. I really hate it, but I'm just trying to fit in with the guys. I'm trying really hard to be a boy just like them. I play rough house, sports, boy stuff and get into trouble just like them. I don't like that either. I don't like getting dirty and stuff like that. I just feel I can't be a boy like them. I try, but I can't be like them and I don't want to be like them." I starter to tear up a little, when Mom asked the big question, "So, Billy what do you want to be." I think Mom and Lizzie had secretly felt that I might be hiding a big secret from them. I just had to get the secret out of me because it hurt so much and I felt it was killing me. I guess not telling them was essentially lying to them. It took me about a couple of minutes to respond as drummed up the courage I could muster and said, "Mommy, Lizzie don't be mad at me. Don't think I'm nuts or something. I just think I want to be a girl so bad it hurts," as I began to really bawl just like a baby. Mom was kind of shocked and Lizzie seemed to be less shocked at what I had just said. Mom gathered her thoughts and well as her composure for a few minutes. Both she and Lizzie held me tight between them. Mom finally said, "Billy, dear I'm not mad at you, at all. Neither is Lizzie mad at you. We both love you. Isn't that right, Lizzie?" Lizzie echoed Mom. "So, son how long have you wanted to be a girl? Honey, tell us everything, it's ok. Better to tell us than hold it inside of you," Mom asked as she dried my tears. Through a few more tears I just said, "I don't know, Mommy it seems like forever. I like the ways girls, act, play and dress. Boys, aren't supposed to like stuff like that, but I do. I don't know why I do, but I do. Mommy, you Lizzie, Aunt Connie, Lynne, Susan and even Wendell are so pretty, you dress so pretty, you have pretty hair and all that girl stuff. I feel so much like a sissy because I like those girl things and can't have them too, but I can't help it." Mom then asked, "Billy, have you ever dressed as a girl, like wearing my or your sister's clothes?" "Oh, no Mommy, I haven't. When you and Lizzie were out of the house I'd look through your closets and drawers, but I'd never wear them. I just thought it was very bad to wear someone else's clothes. Mom, you and Lizzie have really pretty clothes. All I'd do is to take a pretty dress from your closet sometimes and just look at it. Then I'd cry and put it away. That's all." Lizzie then broke in and asked the big questions, "So, dear little brother, you'd like to be like my little sister? You want Mom and me to dress up like a girl and treat you like a girl?" Through my continuing tears I looked at both of them and bluntly replied, "YES! OH YES!" Took Mom a few minutes to gather her thoughts and she said to me, "Billy, if this will make you happy, I promise I'll look into it. But, first I've just have to call Connie and talk it over with her. I'm sure all of us can work this issue out. Honey, it took a lot of courage to tell me and Lizzie about all of this. I'm proud of you and I promise to get it all ironed out for you. So, let me call your Aunt Connie and talk with her. Lizzie, please stay with Billy and just be here for him." Lizzie promised to stay with me. At that point I never felt so close to my big sister as she cradled me in her arms and rocked me. Within a few minutes she took me by the hand to her bedroom. We laid on her bed as she began to ask me tons of questions on stuff like dresses I liked, hairstyles I liked, what I liked about girls and other questions. She told me what it was like to be a girl. She told me al the fun things girls did. I think Lizzie was tickled pink at the thought of the prospect of having, possibly a younger sister, rather than a horrible younger brother. Basically she assured me if everything worked out the way I wanted she'd be sure I'd be the best and prettiest little sister that I could be. We sat there for nearly two hours before Mom returned to find me far more composed. Mom joined us on the bed and said, "Billy, I just talked to Connie. Connie told me a lot of things I really had no idea of. You know your Aunt Connie is a psychologist and a very wise woman. She told me that she always felt something different about you. I think she wasn't too surprised. Connie has promised to help you work through things. She thinks it to be a golden opportunity that you'll be living with her. You'll have so much feminine help surrounding you in a good understanding and supportive environment. Connie thinks it best for you to come to her home as soon as possible. So, I think we'll take a trip there tomorrow. Is it okay with you, Billy?" "Yes, Mommy it's okay with me." "Gee, Billy it's seems like ages since you last called me Mommy. It's so nice of you as I kind of missed being called that. Now let's get something to eat, I'm starved. Don't worry about a thing Billy." We had a rather quiet dinner as Mom and Lizzie tried to take in all what I said and revealed to them. After dinner I helped Mom and Lizzie clean up. Mom thought it cute by putting a nice frilly pinafore on me. Dang, I thought, "My first girl thing!" It felt nice to wear as it kept my shorts dry when I was doing the dishes. After dinner I had my usual shower. Even as a boy I was a bit prissy back then and had to have a shower before bedtime every day. I was in my bedroom drying my hair with a towel in just my underpants when there was a knock on my door. "Billy, it's me Lizzie. Are you decent? Can I come in?" "Sure, Lizzie come in I'm just in my underpants, though!" Lizzie came in with a small pile of pink carefully folded in her arms. "Here Billy are some things I've outgrown a long time ago, I thought you'd might like them. Besides (with a slight chuckle in her voice) it might be nice to have a younger sister now. So, turn around and take off those horrible boy panties and put these on instead, young lady." We both kind of giggled as I slipped into a very frilly pair of pink panties with white ruffles and a cute little white bow in front. Oh, my girl's panties felt so lovely, so soft and light, much more exciting than those dull boy cotton underpants I'd been wearing. "Hold up you arms, Billy!" Lizzie said. Soon a pink and white short sleeved nightie was lowered over my head and smoothed into place. There was a slight smocking in the bodice. It felt wonderful. Over that I wore a multi layered chiffon pink and white matching peignoir robe. Lizzie had me sit down on my bed as she put a pair of pink satin princess slippers on my feet. "Stand up, Billy and see the new you!" Lizzie escorted me to her bedroom as she had a floor length mirror so I could see how I looked. I was thrilled beyond belief. I swished and sashayed delightfully back in forth in front of the mirror. Lizzie broke my gaze by saying, "So what do you think, Billy?" "Gee, Lizzie I love it, but look at this silly hair, it spoils it." "Well, silly I think we can take care of that. Here sit at my vanity and let big sister play beautician." My hair back then was a tad longer for a boy. It had gotten so long I thought I'd get a haircut before going to Aunt Connie's. Like most boys I generally wore it in pulled back, greased and into duck tails. Not only was my hair slightly long but thick as well. Lizzie was a whiz at doing hair. She worked a little with some scissors giving me some bangs which she said I could comb back. With her curling iron and some hair spray she molded the sides of my hair into a turned under look. The final thing she did was to place a pink hair bow clip on the right side of my new hairdo. "There, now look at yourself sister dear!" I did look and was amazed just how a few girls nightclothes and updated hairdo made me look not like a boy in girls clothes, but, a somewhat pretty little girl. "So, what do you think Billy?" "I'm so pretty. Thanks you, thank you Lizzie! as I began to tear up, again. "Now stop that crying Billy, I know those are tear s of joy, but we can't have you crying when Mom see you. Sure, Mom knows what I did. It was Mom and me that came together in agreement as to this little experiment. Most boys would hate it. But, I feel you're not like those boys, rather, you just might be a little girl instead. Not one complaint other than your hair. All real girls are very prissy when it comes to their hair. So, let's see a smile and let's go show Mom, honey! Mom's making cocoa and has some of her great cookies waiting us." Feeling like some sort of a princess I followed Lizzie downstairs to the kitchen. Lizzie had me wait behind the kitchen door. Lizzie then said, "Mom I'd like you to meet your new daughter." At that point she got behind me and gave me a gentle shove into the kitchen. Mom let out a gasp as she held the palm of her hand to her lips. "Billy, you're simply beautiful. Mommy can surely see why you want to be a girl. Oh, it's such a shame having this pretty little girl hiding inside of a boy. Oh, how I wished I'd known about this little girl a long time ago. We could have had so much fun being Mommy and Daughter." Hugging me Mom went on and on for a few more minutes, when Lizzie saved me by saying, "Hum, Mom how about that cocoa and cookies?" Having my cocoa and cookies I had a napkin in my lap, which was normal for me, but I slipped my cocoa and ate a couple of cookies a little more dainty. I thought to myself did the girl clothes change my eating habits? Soon it was to bed for us as the next day meant the long trip to Aunt Connie's. I remember trying to get used to sleeping in a waltz length nightie, it was hard but soon I found a rather almost permanent sleeping position. I seemed to have more than my normal girly dreams that night. Rather being upset about them I really enjoyed them that night. The next morning we had a light breakfast, packed our luggage and headed for the train station. Mom even packed my precious new girl nightwear. As we were leaving our house my boyhood friends came by to say goodbye to me. That was real nice of them. I assured the boys I'd be back in two years. Little did they know the Billy they thought they knew would have changed so much in the meantime. Bless their hearts they gave me a baseball that they all signed. I almost cried, but, I still had to worry about that "sissy thing." I kind of felt with Mom and Lizzie knowing about me was one thing, now Aunt Connie and I guess my cousins even Wendell then knew about me too. On the six hour train trip Mom and Lizzie assured me that everything would be fine when we got to Aunt Connie's. I mused to myself, that Wendell was probably jumping for pure joy that his cousin Billy was just as sissy like himself. Wendell and I would soon in a very short time become very close as what we amusingly labeled ourselves "sissy sisters." Chapter Two - At Auntie Connie's We had a really nice lunch on the train. About two hours later we arrived at the station in Skylark Valley. Skylark Valley is a small university town. In addition to having a nice university they also have a uniform manufacturing plant as well as a market that ships fresh vegetables and fruits throughout the country. The local shop that produces jams, jellies and preserves is well known and ships everywhere. Now to take the reader back when this story occurred it was the early 1960's, specifically 1961 when John F. Kennedy was president. This was the era before women's liberation and the sexual revolution. This was when you had basic radio and black and white television, well before the electronic and technological world we now live in. Basically it was an innocent time before we learned about transgender people and before anything in the United States having to do with anything remote as sexual reassignment surgery or procedures. The transsexual Christine Jorgenson was still a novelty in the mostly tabloid press. When we met up with Aunt Connie and Jack this was the beginning of a whole new journey of my self discovery and my change from a young man to that of a young lady, a journey I was all a tingle over. "There you all are. Welcome home Chloe (my Mom). Good to see you Lizzie and Billy. Come give Auntie a hug." We responded with the requested hug, which seemed to last for ages. Jack and I got luggage duty as we carried out bags out to Aunt Connie's station wagon. Jack seemed to be more friendly as usual. We actually talked. Jack whispered to me, "Billy, Wendy has been on pins and needles all night waiting for you to get here. She can't wait to see you." "Wendy and she?" I questioned, "Sure, Billy Wendell is Wendy and all girl now and she's just Dave and mine's little sister. Wait until you see her. No more teasing. Well, that's silly of me since it appears you and Wendy have so much in common," Jack stated with a bit of a belly laugh. I laughed too. Aunt Connie asked what Jack and I were up to. I simply told her it was an inside joke. We made our way to Aunt Connie's home. She had inherited the old family home. My grandparents had moved out into an easy to care for apartment in Florida. It was your typical old Victorian Era house as it was built in 1874. Painted in a variety of pretty colors as homes were done in that era it really was beautiful. It is a large house bordering on being a mansion as homes on the block were constructed that way to show off the owner's wealth. Eight bedrooms the house contained. As we entered through the front door I was immediately greeted by Wendy who threw her arms around me in a giant bear hug. "Oh, Billy, Mommy told me that you want to be a girl too just like me. Oh, it's so wonderful." She kissed me on my cheek and much to my surprise I returned the kiss to her cheek. "Great to see you Wendell, I mean Wendy, I love your name. That's a pretty dress you have on and love your hair. Boy, you have really changed. You're so pretty." My new behavior seemed to floor everybody with a mass amazement. I then apologized to Wendy for all the harassment I had subjected her to. Wendy replied, "That's ok, Billy, Mommy explained it all to me yesterday. She told me that you must have been fighting the little girl inside of you just like me too, and you just lashed out at me. I sort of understand that." Then Aunt Connie said, "Well, let's get everyone settled and unpacked. Lynne and Susan why don't you two go make us some refreshments while we're doing this. It's such a nice day why not have them on the backyard veranda? Jack and Dave help us with their luggage." Upstairs and down the long hallway we went. "Billy, this will be your bedroom," Aunt Connie said as she opened the door. To my utter surprise it was decorated like a girl's bedroom. Pretty canopy style bed, dresser, vanity table and bench all done up in pastel colors of yellow and white. Pretty yellow tied back satin curtains with a white chiffon curtain overlay decorated the two windows. Bright and sunny was the bedroom. The rest of the d?cor made it look so feminine and a virtual little girls dream bedroom. Wow, was I getting deeper, I thought, but was overjoyed at last. "Want to help me unpack, Wendy?" I asked. "Sure!" responded Wendy. I only had a meager suitcase. A couple of pairs of pants,, a couple of pairs of shorts, a couple of tee shirts, extra socks and underpants. That was basically it. Wendy reached into my suitcase and brought out my hand-me-down pink and white peignoir set and princess slippers. "Pretty, Billy!" she said as she held them up. "Thanks Wendy. They are Lizzie's old things. She gave them to me last night." "Wasn't that sweet of cousin Lizzie?" "Yeah, it was!" "Well, Lizzie apparently packed some other goodies. Look at these luscious panties. Looks like four lovely pair to match your nightie. You could wear them if you like and I'll even lend you something girlish to wear with them too." "Please Wendy let me think about that for a little while. With Mom, Lizzie and everyone else I don't want to rush things. Besides if I'm going to be a girl then I want to be a pretty girl not look like a boy wearing girl's clothes." "Sure, I understand. It was rough on everybody when I first asked to wear girl's clothes and I wanted to be a girl too." We hugged again as I surveyed my new surroundings. "My this bedroom is so little girlish," I said. "It's Lynne's old bedroom. Lynne, Susan and I freshened it up for you." "That's was nice of you three." One night of confession and wearing a nightie had certainly changed my attitude. It was amazing. "Shall we go downstairs and join everybody?" I asked. With that we headed downstairs. The boys headed out for awhile to be with their friends while we girls (he-he) sat down over ice tea for some girl talk (he-he, again!). First came the serious. Aunt Connie went on to explain that I was not unique in my wanting to be a girl as Wendy fully illustrated. She explained that there was a sort of underground of sympathetic doctors, lawyers, judges, teachers, psychiatrists and psychologists that helped boys like Wendy and me. There was a whole cottage industry that supplied all the necessary things that us boy/girls needed. She went on to explain that there is a special school in Skylark Valley just for us. It had been once and old convent and school that closed down and sat idle for years. One wealthy woman bought the property and converted it over to being a special school after loosing a son to suicide over his wanting to be a girl. This group had had a long history up to that time of helping desperate boys become charming, poised, beautiful and confident young ladies. Further, she went on, to say I'd have to get used to being called, "a sissy." That term was then the only term that aptly described what boys like me were. She explained the only psychological terms that could apply to us were, "Eonists" or, "Transvestites." But, those terms seem to imply a fetish for dressing as a girl and maybe some connection with homosexuality, which most likely wasn't our case. In other words, they seem not to fit our situations. The basic goal of the special school was to prepare us sissies to fit into the rest of society as the girls we were. To society we'd appear to be nothing but girls and never boys dressed as girls. Public humiliation and embarrassment were taboo to this underground movement. In fact Aunt Connie proudly said she was a part of that movement. Throughout all that it was to prepare us sissies for life. Aunt Connie said that some of us sissies would go on to become so-called normal men, get married and raise children, while some of us would simply live eventually as women and some of us may go on to having our bodies completely altered so we would become actual women. Aunt Connie said a few other things, finishing up that it was okay for a boy to be a sissy and there was a whole supportive network out there just for us. She told me to be proud that I was a sissy and being a sissy was good. She further added that around some people the term, "sissy", was a term of endearment not a bad term as others may use it. Suddenly turned to me and asked if I understood what she said. I pointed out it was all slightly all new to me, but, I could accept what she told us. Mom and Lizzie took all of this in and both assured Aunt Connie that they understood. Mom said in a loving manner, "Connie all I want is the best for Billy, that's all. If he wants to be girl then Lizzie and I want him to be a girl." Lizzie echoed Mom's thoughts. "Well that's settled. Now, Billy do you want to take a special little shopping trip with us tomorrow? I can guarantee that after tomorrow, no more Billy Boy, unless Billy Boy wants to come back, that is!" Aunt Connie said. I replied through some more tears, "Yes, oh yes Auntie Connie I would love to go shopping, please," fully feeling what she meant about, "shopping." Lizzie replied, "Rev up the checkbook Mom, looks like there's going to be some serious spending tomorrow." Aunt Connie said, "Don't worry Chloe, I think between us and our money we can create a pretty little young lady. Oh, this is going to be so much fun." Jack and Dave had returned and between them and Lynne and Susan they had prepared a lovely dinner for us all. Everybody seemed to really warm up to me as they defiantly noticed a huge change in both my behavior and attitude. One thing about household chores in Aunt Connie's house, duties and chores knew no gender bounds. Like for instance, Lynne could be cutting the grass while Dave was doing the laundry. But, Jack and Dave were no sissies nor Susan and Lynne some sort of butch girls, either. They all just seemed to have a unique positive united family. I was sad, I was losing Mom and Lizzie for awhile, but it felt great to become part of Aunt Connie's family. Instead of cousins I felt I was gaining two incredible brothers and two equally incredible sisters and a special sister in faith, Wendy. Over dinner, in fact, that night Aunt Connie raised her glass and toasted, "Welcome to Billy, our newest member of the Lansing Family!" and all joined the toast. After dinner we all helped to clean up. Wendy and I were sent to our rooms to get ready for bed. I took my normal daily shower, only this time with some of Susan's scented soap. I washed my hair using her shampoo to. I came out and dried myself and headed into my new bedroom. Carefully not to get it wet I put on my panties, nightie, peignoir and princess slippers. I went to the bedroom where Lizzie was using and knocked on the door. "Yes, who's there?" came the answer. "Lizzie, it's me, Billy. Can you do my hair like last night, please?" "Sure, Billy come on in!" Susan was there as she and Lizzie were the same age gossiping and catching up on each others news. Susan looked at me and said, "What a cute nightie you have on Billy and it looks so pretty on you. Just where did you get such a lovely confection?" "Lizzie gave it to me, Wasn't that nice of her, Susan? By the way I think I borrowed some of your soap and shampoo because it smelled so nice. They made me smell so nice too." "Yes, it's nice to have a loving and giving big sister. Of course I don't mind you using my stuff. Did you use the matching body powder?" To which I replied, No. "Well while your sister does your hair let me get you some. I'll make you panties feel so much softer and I assume you have on a sweet pair of panties under your pretty nightie. I mean boy underpants under a girl's nightie, oh how gross!" I assured Susan I was wearing panties not underpants. Lizzie went to work on my hair. Susan returned with the talcum powder. Soon Lizzie was done, "Sue do you have a pink bow for Billy's hair?" "I got some pink ribbon you could tie in a pretty bow at the back of his hair, how about that?" Susan then tied a nice bow in my hair and I could feel the streamers going down my back. Even though they tickled they felt nice. One final thing Susan lifter up my nightie and peignoir, pulled down my panties and dusted me with the body powder and she was right it made my panties feel even lovelier. "Boy, Billy you make a darling little girl. But, after tomorrow's little excursion I can't image how you and Wendy will compare, Wendy almost passes as a real little girl. Phew, it's going to oodles of fun tomorrow, bet you can't wait, honey." Susan was right, I mean about the next day and I did start feeling a little more girlish. Wendy was surprised about all this girlishness in me as well as the rest of the Lansing family. They were supplying me with little ego boosts and making me feel more comfortable in being a girl. Wendy and I sort of almost matched in our nightwear. I was in a soft pink and white and Wendy was in a peach and white ensemble. Close, but not that close. Anyway Wendy was tickled pink at my new look. Wendy spent at least an hour delightfully filling me in on all the wonderful times she was having at her special school. She couldn't wait to show off her cousin to the other, "girls." Looking back I think I never saw Wendell/Wendy happier in my whole life. As and adult now, I think something must have been in the stars that aligned Wendy and me. After all we are the same age and I'm just two days older than she. For the rest of this story Wendell disappears and it's just Wendy. Soon Billy will disappear also. Well, I soon tired as it had been a very long day. I excused myself from the family, much to Wendy's disappointment, but she understood. I headed for my new bedroom, took off my peignoir and slippers and got comfortable in bed. With wild imaginings swirling in my head I was soon in dreamland. Chapter Three - The Next Day I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon frying and the aroma of coffee in the air. My stomach began to growl. I stretched, got dressed in my peignoir and slippers, checked the bow in my hair (it was still straight). All I had to do was gently comb my bangs and sides of my hair smoothing it. I headed downstairs to the kitchen. "Good morning Mom, Aunt Connie!" I said. I said additional good morning to my cousins and sister. Then Wendy appeared all dressed in her peach very girlish nightie and robe. She gave me a traditional good morning and I returned it likewise. Breakfast over it was time to get prepared to shop until we all dropped. Upstairs I went. I got undressed as Mom filled the tub. As I entered the now very bubble filled tub I said, "Mom, this smells so wonderfully girlish." Mom insisted in bathing me making me feel so infantile. She sort of said this was like a true mother/young daughter thing. I knew not to complain as she was sort of in a state of bliss. I was scrubbed within an inch of my life. My skin felt so soft and tingly. After I was bathed Mom dusted me all over with a talcum powder that smelt like the floral scented bath I just had. I smelt so wonderful. I decided to wear a pair of panties under my shorts rather than boy underpants. Socks, tee-shirt and tennis shoes completed my outfit. Not knowing at the time these would be the last boy or male clothes I?d be wearing for a very, very long time, like ever. We headed downstairs where everyone was waiting for the day?s festivities so to speak. ?Ready to go, Chloe (my Mom) and Billy?" said Aunt Connie. ?Yes, Connie, we sure are. We?re going to have so much fun shopping. I?m sure Billy is going to enjoy it, ever so much," Mom replied with a slight giggle in her voice. Even Aunt Connie let out a little giggle. It was decided that Lizzie and Wendy would accompany us on out shopping trip. I sure would need the company of Wendy on this trip as she would be a good help and a good support to lean on if I needed it. We piled into Aunt Connie?s station wagon and were soon on the road headed for an exciting adventure to who knows where. When we reached a very large store called, ?Madame Harper?s Attire For Young Ladies?, Aunt Connie pulled into the parking lot and we got out of the car. Upon entering the store it was already for such an early time crowded with little girls, young teenage girls and lots of ladies shopping. There were tons of racks with lots of frilly and girlish things galore. Counters were dripping in neat piles of other lovely female stuff on them. I was so very nervous and excited at the same time. Sensing my nervousness Mom said, ?Don?t worry you little head Billy everything will be fine," just as a very tall and elegant woman approached us. ?Good morning Connie, it?s so nice to see you. How are you doing?" the mysterious tall woman said. ?Oh, Claudette it?s so nice seeing you. Let me introduce my sister, Chloe, my niece Lizzie and my little nephew, Billy and you already know Wendy," Aunt Connie replied. We exchanged greetings as a smiling Claudette told me I could call her, ?Auntie Claudette." ?So, this is the little person you?ve told me all about, Connie. Every thing is in the waiting upstairs for all of you. Miss Sharon will be serving your little Billy, so we shouldn?t keep her waiting. Follow me, please." We climbed the stairs to the third floor. Soon we were greeted by a very shapely woman in her late twenties, I figured. ?Connie, it? so nice seeing you," she said. My Mom, sister and me were introduced to Miss Sharon. ?Sharon, it?s nice to see you ," Aunt Connie replied. Then Sharon added, ?Oh, Connie I?m looking forward today. You now how I love transforming little boys into pretty little sissy girls. Your Wendy and I had oodles of fun when I first made her all pretty and sissy. After all I?ve been told I?m sure Billy will have oodles of fun too.?. Auntie Claudette suggested that Mom, Lizzie and Aunt Connie join her downstairs to shop for my new attire. First before that I was taken to a private dressing room and stripped of my clothes leaving me exposed in just my panties. Auntie Claudette noticed my panties a remarked how cute they looked on me. I blushed. With a tape measure my measurements were taken, even my height was measured. My shoe size was taken. Claudette always ensured the perfect fit in everything she sold. Miss Sharon put a pink salon smock on me and some open toed salon type sandals. She then said, ?Well, no time like now, let?s go Billy and Wendy. It?s Pretty Time for our little Billy." She lead me by the hand to a private salon booth and had me sit in the salon chair. Wendy sat in another chair sort of out of the way. I could still see her if I suddenly needed some support. Bless Wendy that day. Just knowing another sissy was there with me made me feel much more comfortable. Another woman came into the booth and we were introduced. She was Miss Juanita and she?d be doing my toenails and fingernails. I was to receive my first pedicure and manicure ever. As my nails were being started Miss Sharon fluffed out my hair to see how long it was. She said it was pretty long enough for various girl hairstyles. She did remark who fortunate I was as my hair was so thick, almost uncommon for boys. She put in my lap a picture book of young girl?s hairstyles and turned to the section for girls with hair length as my hair was. Slowly leafing through the book I soon was greeted by a fantastic hairstyle. It had a slight center part, deep rounded bangs and a darling fluffy flip that went from side to side al the way around the back of the hair. ?Oh. Miss Sharon this is such a pretty hairdo. You think I could have it, please?" ?Oh, yes it?s just darling and it would be perfect for you. Your hair will support it with no problems. Look , it?s styled so you can have some other choices if you wish. It?s just a matter of rollers, curlers and hairpins that all." There was a variation of a basic curly style and basic page boy type style and even variations of them too. ?Would you do my hair that way, please Miss Sharon? I love it ever so much.? It seemed I was becoming even more sissy as things began to unfold. ?No, problem, little one. Let?s get your dream hairdo done, honey." I was tilted back in the chair and soon Miss Sharon was washing my hair. She had to wash it three times to get out all that boyish grease that had built up. The same time Miss Juanita had finished my toenails. The only thing that hurt was a little like pencil thing she used to straighten out my cuticles. Soon my toenails were painted a lovely shade of bubble gum pink nail polish and had little balls of cotton separating my toes. Miss Juanita started the same procedure on my fingernails. Miss Sharon the applied a conditioner to my hair which was rinsed off five minutes later. I ended up with three coats of polish on all my nails. My fingernails shone pink and brightly over their oval shapes. A snip of a scissor here and there and I was soon sporting hair rollers, hair pins and hair curlers all over my head. A sort of awful smelling solution was sprinkled all over the rollers, pins and curlers. A portable hair dyer was then brought over and it?s bonnet was placed over my head and turned on. As my hair was drying the painful part occurred. My eyebrows were plucked and shaped into feminine arches. The plucking hurt like heck. When done Miss Sharon applied a soothing lotion to my somewhat sore eyebrows. She curled my eyelashes remarking that girls would die to have pretty eyelashes like mine. That done, Miss Sharon tested my hair to see if it was dry and it was. The dryer went away. All the while this being done Wendy would occasionally give me a little wink ensuring me of everything is okay. She sat in the chair demurely engrossed in reading a girl?s fashion magazine to pass the time . As she removed the stuff in my hair and began to style my hair Miss Sharon remarked, ?Billy, honey so far you?ve been one of my best customers ever. Like I said I love doing over sissies. Tell you a little secret just for sissies like you to know. My brother Cathy is a sissy just like you and Wendy. I can?t wait for you to meet her, she?s such a doll. Wendy knows her as Cathy is a classmate at our special school for sissies. Your Mom and Aunt will probably register you at our school. Won?t that be fun? I just know Cathy will love meeting you." I thanked Miss Sharon and the thought of meeting more sissies was very intriguing to me. Seemed like the timing was just right that day as soon as Miss Sharon finished my hair spraying it into place, Mom, Lizzie, Aunt Connie and my new Auntie Claudette appeared with some girl?s clothes. ?Hold on ladies we?re almost finished?. Miss Sharon outlined my lips and put on me some bubble gum pink lipstick telling me little girls like me normally just wear lipstick on special occasions but my debut as a sissy was just that, a special occasion. The women all gasped and remarked on how pretty my hair was. It felt so soft and when I moved it swayed giving me little tickles. Miss Sharon held a mirror up to my face and I was amazed how dang pretty my first girl?s hairstyle was. My normal light brown dirty hair was replaced by a sparkling and shiny new brownish almost beige blonde color. As I moved my head the fluffy flip moved gracefully as I did and restored itself when I stopped without messing up. Auntie Claudette then broke the amazement ice by saying, ?Time to get our newest sissy all dressed up pretty. You know idle time is the devil?s workshop. Let us begin." The dressing began. First my panties were replaced be even more prettier panties. They were called rumba panties with a frill across the bottom , lace on the leg openings and a little bow on the front. Pink and white they were. Auntie Claudette remarked that pink was the perfect color for fist time sissies as it naturally brought out the sissy girl in all sissies. White ruffled ankle socks folded down and pink Mary Jane strapped shoes went on my feel. A pink satiny training bra went across my chest and hooked in the back. A full frilly white petticoat was next as it was carefully lowered over my head not to mess my hairdo. The lacy straps were adjusted and it was securely tied in the back in a double bow. Next came my very first dress. Oh, it was beautiful. The back buttoned so one could step into the dress. The skirt part was in a pretty pink and white floral design, the bodice was smocked in white with a pert pink bow peaking from under the collar and it was finished by a sort of an attached solid pink faux vest that had ends that was to be tied in a bow in the back. I stepped into my dress as it wash buttoned up the back and tied into a bustle like bow at my back. Next I was properly accessorized. Mom put a small pair of silver earrings in my lobes and I was put into wrist length lacy white gloves. Over my right wrist went a silver charm bracelet. Lizzie sprayed me all over with a sweet smelling perfume that matched the scent of my morning bath. Miss Sharon said, ?One final little item and our newest sissy is all done!" as she attached a bow with short streamers on a hair clip to the crown of my new hairdo. ?Just one more thing Billy, here?s your purse! Wendy said as she handed me a pink leather shoulder purse. I looked inside as it felt a bit heavy. It was all packed nicely with all the girlish things I?d need. Wendy showed me how to carry my first purse as I slung it over my left shoulder. Phew, all done except the initial sissy mirror viewing. Needless to say I was astonished Billy was completely gone. Instead there was this lovely little girl looking back at me. As I moved, she moved accordingly. I smiled, she smiled. I even attempted a curtsy to that little girl and she curtsied back at me. To my delight I swished and sashayed my shirt and petticoats and giggled a lot as the tickled so lovingly reminding me I was now the sissy little girl I really wanted to be. What?s more I actually looked like a girl taking my looks from my beautiful sister Lizzie with a touch of Mom. All my new clothes, hairstyle, perfume all felt ever so divine I swore then no more boring boy clothes for me, like ever. ?So, Billy what to you think?" Mom asked. Oh, Mommy I?m so happy. Thank you, thank you Lizzie, Auntie Connie, Auntie Claudette, Miss Sharon, Miss Juanita and thank you Wendy," I responded. Mom and Lizzie hugged me as well as Aunt Connie. Next an overjoyed and elated Wendy and I not only hugged each other but exchanged a tender little kiss on each others lips. Somebody suggested that I should have a girl?s name now that I was a girl. Billy just didn?t fit my new image. Suggestions were galore when I said, ?Mommy I always liked the name, ?Cynthia?, or ?Cindy?, for short and I love your and Lizzie?s middle name of, ?Anne?, so how about, ?Cynthia Anne?, or ?Cindy?? ?PERFECT! Cynthia Anne or Miss Cindy, Mom sort of clapped. Everybody started calling me Cindy. I was Cynthia ?Cindy? Anne and Mom added Ryan as my last name. New me, new name I was even happier now. We finally were ready to leave the shop. Auntie Claudette assured us all my new wardrobe would be delivered within a couple of hours. So I had lots of fun to look forward to in examining all those lovely things. The only thing bothering me was that I?d have to publicly exit Auntie Claudette?s shop dressed as a girl and looking like a girl. I expressed this. Aunt Connie simply said hold my shoulders back, wiggle my butt a little letting my petticoats and dress swish back and forth, hold my hands above my waist and wrists sort of limp and above all take small steps and I should be okay. I practiced for a while and had it down maybe pat. With a big gulp of air my head held high we all left the shop. I over heard some whispering of who that pretty girl was, how darling I looked and a few more girlish comments thrown my way. On the way home, Lizzie remarked that I should have a doll to play with. They all sort of agreed with Lizzie, I simply said, ?Why not!" So, one more stop on the way home. We made a quick stop at Henderson?s Toy Store for my dolly. It was just Mom and me that went in. Mom knew Mr. and Mrs. Henderson from when she was a girl. ?Hello Chloe welcome home. We heard you were in town. Who is this darling little angel you have with you?" Mrs. Henderson said. ?Oh, this is my youngest daughter Cynthia Anne. You may call her Cindy if you?d like. She would like a new doll, please," Mom replied. ?Right this way, Chloe we have a nice selection of dolls for good little girls." We were escorted back to where the dolls were. Oh, my there were so many pretty dolls on prominent display. ?Now we?ve got to find a pretty doll for such a pretty little girl, don?t we?" Mrs. Henderson said. I looked and looked, finally I spied a doll all fancied dressed up with long beautiful golden locks peaking out from under a frilly bonnet. I knew I just had to have her. ?Mommy, can I have this doll, she?s so gorgeous," I said. ?Of course you can pumpkin!" Mommy said to me. We went back and paid for my new doll. Mr. Henderson had to gently remove her from her box as Mom insisted that I just needed my new doll so badly. Meanwhile Mrs. Henderson, the slight busy body, took Mom aside and said Mom had only one elder daughter and one younger son. She wondered if Mom did a Wendy on her only son. Mom just admitted it and insisted the truth, that it was what I wanted. Thank the Goddess that Mr. Henderson was hard of hearing when Mrs. Henderson said, ?Billy, oops, sorry Cindy, your Mommy just told me you want to be a girl, Is that correct?. I did my best at a curtsey (I needed to practice my curtsies more and would have many chances to do so), and responded, ?Oh, yes Mrs. Henderson, I do want to be a girl. Don?t you think I don?t look like a girl and a happy girl too?" ?Silly me, of course you?re a girl, Cindy. Forgive a bit of a nosy old woman.? Mr. Henderson came back and said, ?Here?s your doll little miss.? as he handed it to me. Somehow I managed to cradle her in my arms like I saw Wendy carry her dolls. I started to wonder if I hadn?t fooled Mrs. Henderson would I be able to fool anyone else. Now that scared me awful. I wanted to be accepted as a normal girl and not humiliated as a boy dressed as a girl. That would be too embarrassing to bare. Back in the car Wendy said I had picked out a very pretty doll. She loved it and that gave me some confidence that I at least had some good feminine tastes in picking out a doll. Finally after an exhausting morning and early afternoon we got back to the house. Again there was amazement by Lynne, Susan, Jack and Dave at the new me. After a light lunch outside the delivery men showed up with al the things that were bought for me. They were taken upstairs to my new bedroom. On the way out while getting his delivery order signed by Mom one of the delivery men said, ?There is one heck of a lucky girl today in this house." I blushed a little at that remark. Upstairs Mom, Lizzie, Wendy and I went to put everything away. Aunt Connie allowed Wendy to come along as she thought Mom, Lizzie and I could use a little Mother/Daughter/Sister bonding. Upon entering my bedroom it seemed different from that morning. Seems I had two faerie godmothers named Susan and Lynne added a lot more girl to my room. My vanity was all decked out, the drawers filled with combs, brushes, hair ribbons, hair bows and hair bands. Every thing a girl could need for her beauty regime. All I had to do is to learn how to use all that stuff. I did notice there was this darling jewelry box on my dresser which now sported a centered large yellow lace doily. I open the top of the box and a ballerina popped up and danced to the music of, ?Swan Lake." Mom noted that and said that was hers when she was a girl. There were other cute touches that made me happy. Mom , Lizzie and Aunt Connie must have really shopped until they dropped. Mom must have spent a fortune. I mean they must have used Lizzie?s closet as a model as my closet started to fill with all kinds of dresses, skirt, blouses, petticoats, crinolines, sweaters, shoes and a few peignoir sets. All my things came on cute padded hangers I noted as they protected my new clothes better than nasty old wire hangers. The drawers of my dresser filled with all kinds of lingerie and other bits of girlishness. Needless to say we had a gay old time giggling, with oohs and aahs at everything. I placed my new doll on my bed and felt so grateful at everything. I sort of mused that a boy named Billy who 48 hours later was a girl named Cindy drowning in femininity and loving it. Wendy pointed out my boy clothes and said, ?What do we do with these?" as she held my shorts like they contained some sort of disease. All I could say is, ?Throw them out! I don?t need them anymore." After all was said and done I hugged Mom and Lizzie and said, ?You all must have spent a fortune today. Thank you Mommy and Lizzie for everything. I really mean it. I should have told you about Cindy years ago. I wasted so much time. Thank you, thank you. I love you both ever so much." I started to tear up and even Wendy started too. We all had like a group hug as Mom said , ?You?re very welcome Cindy, darling. Don?t worry Cindy, Lizzie and I had a ball shopping for you. Lizzie even said buying for you was like dressing up a doll (which Mom and Lizzie giggled). Don?t worry your little head, seems like some of that big money I got in the divorce settlement with your father went to good use and paid for all of this. There?s lots more money left too, so don?t worry. I wonder what he?d say if he saw his little man now?" With that remark we all let out a belly laugh. Back down for dinner I thanked Aunt Connie, Susan and Lynne for everything too. I even thanked Jack and Dave. Aunt Connie essentially echoed everybody by saying, ?It was a pleasure to help my new niece to come out of her shell. It was like a from a little ugly frog to a pretty princess, without the kiss." Now Jack and Dave were very muscular tough guys and sports jocks back then. You simply didn?t mess with them. Both of them were on the university various sports teams. Jack said to me over dinner, ?Look Cindy if anyone ever even attempts to mess with you, you?ve got to promise to tell Dave or me, Both of us are very protective of Wendy and since your family, we like you more now and are close to Wendy so nobody is going to hurt you, ever. So, promise me!" ?I promise, Jack!" ?Good girl! he replied. After dinner was cleaned up and before I got ready for bed Aunt Connie said that tomorrow I should register at Wendy?s school and get that out of the way. The quicker I registered things would start to move in eventually making me eventually a real woman, if I wanted it, in the future. Registration meant not only the school came into play, but the medical, psychological and legal professions would start getting involved as well. It meant a safer and more beneficial environment for me. So, we all agreed to handle that first thing in the morning. Aunt Connie made a quick telephone call and got an appointment for us at 10:30 a.m. the next day. Mom insisted in helping me dress for bed. After getting undressed and putting things properly away I slipped into a pretty lilac baby doll nightie and white slippers. Mom said, ?Cindy let me put this scarf on your hair to protect your pretty hairstyle. Miss Sharon gave you a permanent today and you can?t wash your hair or set your hair for the next three days or you?ll destroy your pretty hairdo. All we?ll have to do for that time is just to brush it, comb it and give it a little fluff, lightly. Understand, sweetheart?" ?Yes, Mommy." Mommy tucked me in bed and gave me a little kiss on my cheek and said, ?Good night, Princess Mommy loves her new little daughter!" ?Good night Mommy, I love you too." Soon it was off to dreamland. That night I experienced my first dreams where I was a girl. They were so wonderful. As a momento I?ve always kept that first dress I ever wore. It?s somewhere in the back of my closet neatly folded in a box from Aunt Claudette?s shop. It?s slightly dated, even maybe retro, but someday it might make a nice hand-me-down to a granddaughter or maybe even a grandson. Chapter Four - A New School I must have slept like a rock that night. I awoke to sunshine beaming outside my windows and into my bedroom. As I awoke I felt the past few days must have been a dream and a wonderful dream at that. My bedroom and silky nightie soon told me my dream was reality. As I stretched and yawned I felt I was the luckiest girl in the whole world. There was a new world out there for me and I couldn?t wait to enjoy it. Billy was gone, I hoped forever, Cynthia Anne was here and I hoped permanently. I got up went outside to the bathroom washed my face and brushed my teeth. I went back to my bedroom and slipped on a robe over my nightie. I made my bed and policed my bedroom for tidiness and headed downstairs. ?Good Morning Aunt Connie, Where is everyone? I said. ?Well good morning to you Cindy. It?s Saturday and everyone sleeps sort of late on Saturdays here. Would you like a little cup of coffee to wake up, honey?" ?Thank you Aunt Connie I?d love a cup." ?Your Mom should be up soon. I woke her up a little while ago, like when we were kids and she still has that slow to rise issue. Anyway, the appointment we have at the school will just be between your Mom, me and you. The rest can get up and fend for themselves.? At that point Mom joined us. ?Morning Mommy?, I said. Mom yawned and stretched and said, ?Good Morning Princess!" Boy, I started to love it when Mom called me, ?Princess." After a quick breakfast we had to get ready for the appointment at the school. Mom got me into the bath and told me not to get my hair wet. The scarf kind of reminded me of that. Meanwhile Mom and Aunt Connie got dressed. I noticed Mom was wearing one of her best dresses that she normally wore to Sunday services. Mom had me quickly dry off and powder myself all over. In my bedroom I sprayed myself in the right places with a lovely scented perfume. One went a pair of silky laced frilly powder blue panties, folded down knee socks, a powder blue camisole and matching crinoline and black Mary Jane shoes. This was followed by a pretty blue and white checkered shirtwaist dress. It buttoned up the front and had a belt at the waist. A single stand of white pearls went around my dress so the could be seen by the open collar of my dress. Mom then gently brushed and combed my hair. One my head went a darling little hat matched my dress and formed an almost bonnet look on my head. My hat had combs allowing it to be secured on my head. White wrist length gloves and my charm bracelet were next followed by a black purse that I?d have to carry under my arms. I was ready. In the downstairs hallway there was a mirror and I took a short time to preen a little before it. I felt I looked cute as a button. I loved my new clothes and the way my hair had that fluffy flip. Aunt Connie interrupted my bliss by saying, ?Time to got Cindy we can?t be late." As I got into the car I tried to swing my legs and smooth my skirts as I had seen Mom and Lizzie do like a million times before. Not a bad job I thought as I put my purse in my lap and covered it with my gloved hands. It took about almost a half of an hour to reach the school as it was way out in the country. We pulled up to the stone walls to the heavily black metal fence and gate. On one side of the two stone walls separating the gates there was a sign saying, ?Janus School." At the gate Aunt Connie pushed a button and a voice came on. ?Dr. Connie Lansing to see Dr. Carrington, please!" With that the gate opened and we went up a long winding driveway to what was called The Administrative Building. There were also a lot of other buildings scattered about. I noticed several girls out for what appeared to be a leisurely Saturday stroll. The car was parked in a space with Aunt Connie?s name stenciled on it. We got out and made our way to the first floor office. We entered though a big wooden door that had a plaque in gold on it saying, ?Administration." We were greeted by a lovely young girl sitting at a desk busy with some office work. She stood up, curtsied and said, ?Oh, Dr. Lansing it?s so nice to see you. ?. ?Thank you Linda. Dr. Carrington is expecting us.? Aunt Connie replied. Linda pressed a switch on an intercom and announced our arrival. The voice said, ?Send them in Linda!" Linda ushered us into the office. ?Good to see you Beth!" my aunt said. ?Like wise Connie !" as they exchanged little air kisses on their cheeks. ?Beth this is my sister Chloe and my new little niece Cynthia Anne. She?s the special little girl I?ve told you about." ?Ah, pleasure to meet you both. My she?s such a little angel. Shall we get started? Please have a seat ladies. ?. We all sat in leather high back chairs in front of Dr. Carrington?s desk as she seated herself. I did the best to smooth my dress and crinoline as I sat down. I crossed my legs at the ankles, put my purse on my lap and covered it with my gloved hands. I sat straight up in the chair. My composure didn?t go unnoticed as Dr. Carrington complemented me on it. It seemed to me then that a lot of girlish manners and mannerisms were just coming naturally to me. ?So, now let?s get started. This is the Janus School. It is a special school for boys wanting to be girls. With some very few exceptions we only accept boys who want to be girls. Our students come from all over the country. At the start of the new fall semester this year we will have nearly 400 students. Over the years we?ve graduated well over 5,000 successful students. We teach our students to be girls as well as helping them physically to become girls and later become later confident and professional young women. Some of our graduates simply go on to live as women and some go on to become actual women. Some go on to college or university and enter the professions. You name the profession and we probably have an alumni in it. We have medical contacts in Europe for which we can send students to clinics that have the necessary facilities to make our young ladies permanently female if they so desire. We tailor everything to the students wishes as to their individual needs for a successful feminine life and lifestyle. Chloe we?ll teach your daughter Cynthia Anne every thing she?ll ever need to completely pass as a female at the very least, I assume you both. Now as to the necessary registration. Registering starts the whole support process for you Cynthia Anne. Once you?re registered the support network starts immediately to work just for you. The network involves the legal, medical and psychological professions as well as the little nuances you?ll need Cynthia Anne. I believe you met part of that network yesterday at ?Madame Harper?s Attire For Young Ladies, specifically Claudette and her very capable staff. I do recognize her work and that of her staff." At that point she buzzed Linda on the intercom and asked her to come in with a registration form and her notary public seal. When Linda came in Dr. Carrington continued, ?Linda I don?t mean to embarrass you, but you?re a prime example of what we do here at the Janus School. You mind if I show the ladies here a few pictures?" ?Why no I don?t mind Dr. Carrington I?m so delighted what has happened to me since I registered years ago," she further added, ?You ladies they so simple wonders here at this great school. Go ahead and show them those awful silly pictures. I don?t mind. I proud to say, yes, I?m a sissy Janus schoolgirl and I can?t wait until I?m eighteen for my little trip to Europe." With that Dr. Carrington pulled out of a folder some eight by ten glossy photographs showing a rather mean looking untidy boy. ?That was me when I was a boy named George. Gads I was so ugly then. Funny my mother put in dresses back then as some form of punishment. It wasn?t too long before I started to like it. The more I grew to like it the more I just wanted to be a girl. I finally told my mother I wanted to be a girl. My dad went ballistic, but mom persisted telling him he had three more sons and she wanted her daughter, me. So, it took about a year for mother to discovered our little network. I?ve never looked back. See the fantastic job they?ve done to me. I?ve never been happier in my whole life," Linda proudly said. Linda was so feminine, so graceful, so beautiful, so impeccably dressed, made up and blonde coffered and so charming I?d never had guessed in a bazillion years she was ever a boy and wasn?t a real girl then. I did notice Mom?s jaw dropping in awe at Linda?s confession. Dr. Carrington added, ?If you think Linda is so successful just wait until you meet the other girls. I might add Wendy your cousin Cynthia is going to turn out to be another success here. By the way we?ve had brothers here who became sisters, you two maybe our first boy cousins that became girl cousins. Let?s get the form filled out, shall we." The multi paged form was filled out, signed and notarized. Mom signed as my legal guardian and Aunt Connie signed as the referral doctor. Mom and Aunt Connie got a copy each of the form. I was now officially registered. My new feminine journey officially began. Dr. Carrington even presented and pinned on my dress a gold pin saying, ?Janus School Girl." We were told to expect my schoolgirl uniforms in a week or so. We said our goodbyes as Dr. Carrington and Linda said they?d be looking for me as a student in the fall. Back in the car Mom told me she was proud of me and Aunt Connie said the same. On the way back home I said, ?May I ask you a question Aunt Connie." ?Sure Cindy you can ask me anything!" ?Not that I ever want to go back to being Billy, like ever, but have there been girls at the school who ever went back to being boys. I?m just curious, that?s all." ?There have been a few a very few. Their success depends on how far along what we call the feminization process is when they try to go back to male. For some it takes like years for them to go totally back. Most of them if not all lead very miserable and confused lives then. I guess you should be prepared in a bout a year or two, maybe three at the most, you?ll start what is called ?male puberty." It?s at that time you develop from a boy to a young man. Shortly before that occurs we?ll have to stop that form occurring. Under strict medical supervision we will slowly begin your own feminization process. So, instead of going from boy to young man, you?ll be going from boy to young woman. Later on if you want you can go to a place in Europe that will complete your feminization process. Just think how lucky you?ll be since both you and Wendy will start your feminization processes at the same time. You?ll both be able to help each other and enjoy the wonderful results together. In fact Wendy and I had a little chat and she?s so tickled that she will have you with her though her journey into the feminine side of the world. She already thinks of you as her sister, too." ?I do too think of Wendy as my newest sister Aunt Connie." Mom and Aunt Connie were delighted at my newest revelation. When we arrived home Wendy was there, ?How did it go Cindy?" she asked. ?Great Sis, let?s go upstairs and I?ll tell you all about it. I need your help getting out of my dress and things. I see you have on a pretty shorts and blouse set. I put on mine and we can play dolls or something." Wendy was taken aback when I referred to her as ?Sis." ?Did you call me 'Sis' as like in 'Sister'?" ?Sure, silly I did and I meant it. We?re sisters now and we can?t forget that like ever." Before I got changed I showed Wendy, proudly, the gold pin that Dr. Carrington presented me with. Wendy was delighted. I then got changed and Wendy and I had a wonderful time together beginning our special bond as true sisters. To think I was ever nasty to her when I was a boy was a little guilt I had to bare and do my best to make my new sister, Wendy, as happy as I was. Now we had at least one major thing in common, we were both girls now. One other thing to be noted here, Wendy and I shared the same middle name of, ?Anne?, an almost common middle name for females in our family. This was just another little bond between us. Chapter Five - The Long Summer Things began to settle down during the summer. Wendy and I became closer. Things did change a bit. Mom sadly had to go off to Europe for her job. We had a very tearful goodbye. Lizzie accompanied Mom and would stat the rest of the summer with her helping Mom get settled in. Then instead of beginning university in Europe, Lizzie would do at least her first year at the local university here. Mom wanted her to keep a close eye on me and file reports with her. I settled in with the family taking on my share of the household duties. I leaned a lot from Susan and Lynne about the so-called, ?housewife chores." I found them sort of relaxing and found