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My name is "Heather Jo Donaldson" specifically, "Mrs. Stacy J. Donaldson". I am a 30 year old married housewife and homemaker. My husband and me live in lovely home in an upscale neighborhood. As my husband's wife I take pride in keeping up our lovely home well maintained and attending to my other wifely duties. I take pride in myself to make myself as lovely as our home. I have my other fellow housewives in the neighborhood as best girlfriends and we do have our weekly Wednesday afternoon wives get together. I love just being one of the girls with them. The only thing different about my husband and me, my husband is a beautiful woman and I am a male. On the outside our marriage appears lesbian in nature but on the inside it is I guess heterosexual. In today's world the appearance of same sex or gender long term relationships or unions seem to be more of the norm. Stacy is a very successful partner in a prestigious law firm in the city. Our "marriage" seems to have a very positive effect rather than a negative effect on her career. I think perhaps our childhoods affected our roles in our unique marriage. Please, let me explain. Back when I was a young boy I was what was commonly called "a sensitive child or boy". I was extremely well organized personally and was neat as a pin. I came from a rather large family. There was Mom and Dad, three older brothers, one older sister, then me and finally a younger sister. "The boys", as I called my brothers were always really busy as well as, "The girls", my sisters. When I was 12, of my brothers, Chad 20 , Tom 18 were in college and busy in college sports and Ed 16 was equally busy but in high school sports. Sports was a big thing in our town and proudly I say my brothers excelled in sports, natural athletes they were. My sister Laura 16 was head cheerleader and my fraternal twin Debbie was into ballet, piano and singing. My Dad, Harry, was then an employee that worked hard and for long hours at a manufacturing firm. So, that left my poor Mom, Charlotte the almost difficult task of doing the good housewife thing. I remember school letting out unusually early one year. I saw prior to then just how frazzled and harried my Mom had become. The house needed a major overhaul and I thought Mom was at her wits ends. I had to face it, my family were slobs which only made it worse for poor Mom. The day after school let out and everyone had left for the day I found my Mom sitting in the living room crying her eyes out. Instantly with an instinctive compassion I comforted my Mom. "What's wrong Mom?" I queried. "Oh, Billy, I've got such a mountain of housework to do I just don't know where to begin." "Is that all Mom. Tell you what I don't have anything to do, would you like me to help you?" "Would you, honey?" "Sure, Mom where do you want me to start?" Pretty soon the house started to take shape. I picked up quickly on housework.and seemed quite adept at it. It took us about two weeks to get the house in decent shape with Sundays off for our rest. When I attacked the pig sties that my siblings called bedrooms when they came home they all thought they were in the wrong bedrooms. I enjoyed housework very much as it gave me a sense of accomplishment. In about a month Dad was even impressed as his shirts were properly starched, lightly, and ironed, his pants were properly creased, his ties were flat and unwrinkled and his shoes were shined. A whole new fashionable and neat father walked out the door for work. About that time Mom gave me a pinafore to wear over my shorts to protect them from soling as I went about doing my housework. Mom introduced me to sewing and to cooking at that time. When my siblings saw me in my pinafore they all chided me somewhat severely calling me, "Cinderella". Mom admonished them and told them to leave me alone. Dad echoed Mom in her admonishment. For me, I didn't mind wearing my pinafores at all. I guess it was six weeks into my helping Mom with the housework, "IT", happened. I was in the basement doing the laundry. I reached up a cabinet for the laundry detergent when I accidentally knocked over an open bucket containing a liquid. It splashed on me and suddenly my pinafore began to melt as well as my shirt and shorts. Quick as a bunny I stripped naked and threw my clothes into the sink and ran cold water over them. I washed the stuff off me with soap and water. I managed to get everything cleaned up, except there was a big stain on the linoleum floor. Standing there in the basement naked I got very chilly very fast. All I had were men's clothes that would be too dang droopy, baggy and ill fitting on my frame. I saw some old wardrobes and searched them. Girls clothes and no boys clothes in them. I saw a little sleeved yellow summer dress in the wardrobe, pulled it out and held it up to myself. Looking in a old floor length mirror I thought the dress would fit me. On further inspection of the wardrobe I found a pair of cotton girls panties and some white girl's socks. Throwing caution to the wind I quickly donned the girls clothes along with a spare white pinafore. Funny with my white plain tennis shoes I looked like a girl from the neck down. I set about finishing the laundry like nothing happened. I did notice the dress felt wonderful and it gave me more freedom of movement. It was unlike the feeling my boy shorts and underwear constantly choking me in the crotch area. The dress felt better down there. While the washing machine and dryer were whirring away, I said down arranging my dress like I saw Mom do and did some sewing on of some loose buttons. That's how Mom found me. "What the heck, Billy? Why are you wearing that dress, son?" I explained what happened to Mom. Upon her investigation she determined that the liquid that was spilled was a very caustic cleaning solution Dad had frequently used. Mom checked me over and determined I wasn't harmed. My boy clothes were another story, completely ruined. Mom asked me if I'd like to go upstairs and change clothes. I nonchantly said, "Mom, do you mind if I wear this dress, it's more comfortable to work in?" "I don't mind honey at all, your dress looks lovely. It's one of Laura's old dresses." Mom did made me promise to wear my dress only when the rest of the family were out of the house as she didn't want me to catch their flak about me now wearing a dress. I mean they went nuts over my wearing a pinafore. I agreed with Mom. She did add a few more of Laura's old dresses, some panties and girl socks to my wardrobe, though. Dad came home that week with a huge announcement. At dinner he made his announcement, a dinner I might add I cooked myself. Dad said, "Family I got good news today at work, As of tomorrow I'm the manager of the whole entire plant. I'm an executive now with a huge salary, more than I ever dreamed possible. When Mr. Barnes called me into his office to offer me the job he said something very interesting. He was impressed with the well dressed new me and that made him look into a potential executive position in the company for me. He though it represented a very professional style. With my hard work paying off and my new clean style of dress he put my name first in front of the board. I was immediately approved. So, bottom line here folks, to a vast degree I owe my promotion to Charlotte and to Billy. Thanks both of you. By the way this is a real scrumptious dinner Charlotte.". We all lifted our glasses in a toast in congratulations and best wishes for Dad. We all were so happy for him as he always was a hard and diligent worker, never took a sick day off in his career up to that point, and all that finally paid off rightly for him. Mom interjected, "Harry, Billy cooked this entire meal by himself." "You mean our Billy? You cook as well as your Mom does. I'm impressed son." The rest of the family was equally surprised at my culinary art. Things got back to normal, except with Dad to a degree. He went out a bought a few things indicating his new financial status. We got a brand new color television for the family room. I had suddenly developed a taste for soap operas at that time. I usually scheduled my sewing for one o'clock in the afternoon for what I called, "My Story". I was quietly having a glass of iced tea, watching my story, while working on two dresses. One was Debbie's ballet costume and one was the Laura's cheerleader uniform, both needed mending. I was wearing my lime green summer dress and a more frillier pinafore when Laura and her girlfriend and fellow cheerleader, Lisa came bursting in. On seeing me in my dress and pinafore sewing both went immediately slack jawed in surprise. "Oh my god, Billy why are you in that dress? You look like a dang girl. Are you gay or something?" I didn't know how to respond. Thank god Mom just walked in with her glass of iced tea. Mom and I relaxed together in the afternoon for lunch and our daily soap opera. "Laura, leave your brother alone this instant. The new law in this house is simple. Your brother and I do all the housework here. Your brother finds it more comfortable to wear a dress when he's doing the housework. He like his dresses, Sop if he wants to wear a dress it's his business, period. As for you daughter Billy is now mending your cheerleader uniform and then he's going to mend Debbie's ballet uniform. So, you both benefit from Billy's housekeeping. So, if he does it wearing a dress, does it really matter. I gets done. Frankly if Billy wanted to completely dress as a girl it wouldn't matter one iota to me. He's been my biggest helper and boy do I appreciate that. So, there , new household law!" When the dust cleared Laura did give me some good sisterly compliments and expressed her gratefulness for everything I was doing for her. As for Lisa she thought I was cool for a guy and showed a lot of guts. Both promised to keep it a secret. Only thing Laura asked if she could tell my fraternal twin Debbie about me wearing dresses. I said it was okay and Mom supported my response. By late evening with Laura and me present Mom told Debbie about me wearing dresses. Debbie on thinking real hard hugged me a jokingly said she always wanted a twin sister. So far Dad and the boys hadn't found out. But, that was to change very shortly, only in a big way. One early afternoon in early August Mom was out shopping with some mothers in the neighborhood. It was nice to see Mom out of the house unburdened with household duties. Mom had changed for the better and she looked so beautifully radiant and lots more younger. I was so proud of Mom and happy for her. Dad even paid a lot more attention to Mom. They were a big new couple and highly invited on the cocktail party circuit. Mom's psychology had done a complete 180 degree turnaround. Anyway, the house was now so straight and organized all that was required was a little light housework that day. I guess I had finished my housework around 11:00 a.m. when Laura, Lisa and Debbie came in loaded down with some stuff. I was in the living room starting to read a book when they came in. I was wearing a simple floral day dress and my pinafore when they came in. "There you are. Hey Billy! Nice dress," Laura said. "Thanks Laura, what's up? Looks like you three have been shopping at least." Laura sort of hemmed and hawed for a while and then nervously said, "Billy, we, uh got a little favor of you to ask. I mean, like you wear dresses, so our little favor would be maybe a little snap for you." "Ok, Laura what's really up. Spit it out!" "Well brother dear we three are just curious what you'd look like completely dressed as a girl, especially Debbie. So we three went shopping for you. Now you don't want us to waste our money, do you? Come on let' s see what you'd look like as a girl." "Come on Billy I'm dying to see what it would have been like if you were my twin sister. Please!" Debbie said. Lisa even said, "Look Billy it takes guts for a boy to wear a dress now how much more guts would it take that boy to dress totally up like a girl. Just think of us Cinderella as your three faerie godmothers getting you ready to be the belle of the ball." I thought for a while and since the housework was done I thought I might as well give in to their demands as it might be sort of fun and different fun at least. I made them swear that this would be a secret and only once. They sort of agreed. "Let's get your curiosity over girls," I said. They escorted me upstairs to Laura's, now neat and tidy, bedroom. In there Laura said, "Strip mister and I mean strip off with your panties too. Time for pre-girl inspection." Feeling somewhat embarrassed I did what was asked. "Good not a hair on her body!" Laura said. Gads she referred to me as "her". "Follow me, girl and let's get a nice girly bath for you and get you all pretty smelling." "Laura, do I have to. I just thought you girls were going to just dress me up as a girl." "Billy, there is a big difference between dressing like a girl sort like you do now and being totally dressed as a feminine girl. So, relax and be good little brother or sister and enjoy your trip into girlhood." Two hours it took. After my bath I was dried and dusted off with powder and sprayed all over with perfume. Lisa wrapped a robe around me and sat me in front of Laura's vanity. I received a manicure and pedicure and my nails were painted in a pink enamel. Meanwhile my eyebrows were shaped. That hurt a bit. When I expressed my concerns about my eyebrows and nail polish and Dad and the boys noticing that Laura assured me that men would not notice ant thing amiss about that as I could always quickly use nail polish remover and it would be all gone. On my face went a little mascara, eyebrow pencil, a tad of blusher and face powder and pink lip liner and lipstick. Meanwhile Debbie was busily arranging on the bed the outfit they had purchased for me to wear. Lisa had placed on Laura's vanity a rather tall round box. "Ok, little sister you're all pretty body wise now let's get you all dressed up," Laura said. Debbie almost clapped in glee and she said, "Billy, we three had so much fun planning your first girl's outfit. We wanted everything just perfect for you. So, we went a little overboard and got you nothing but the best for your debut." First thing a pink frilly satin garter belt went around my waist, then a pink pair of filly panties dripping in lace with a little white bow in the front went up my legs as the garters were fed through the panties. Next I was sat down on the bed as Lisa slid up my legs a pair of semi sheer white nylon stockings and attached them to my garters. Upon standing my garter belt required a little adjusting and tightening. Next Lisa held out a pink matching satin training bra for me to slip my arms through. "A bra too?" I said. "Look Billy I wear a bra too and since we're twins you got to wear a bra too," Debbie replied. So, on went the bra and Lisa hooked it in the back and adjusted the straps. Laura inserted two little pads, one in each of the cups of my bra saying I needed a little help as she pointed out Debbie's bra line. The over my head went a slip, not a full slip, not even a crinoline but a fully petticoat. Laura said only a petticoat would work with the dress I was going to wear. Then came my dress. My dress was a simple affair. It was a pink and white checkered fabric done in a shirtwaist style with elbow length free flowing sleeves. The dress had a fabric belt that matched the dress with a white buckle in front. The left front of the blouse had a little pocket trimmed in white lace as well as two side pockets. The collar had white pearl buttons going down the front of the blouse to the top of the belt buckle. The dress went on, zipped in the back, belted and the three top pearl buttons were left open. My dress and petticoats ended below my knees. Around my neck went a double strand of pearls and I wore a pearl bracelet too. A girl's watch on a white band went on my other wrist. Finally over my dress went the most girlish pinafore I'd ever seen. It was white and frilly and made of pure chiffon and lace. Once on and properly tied I could see my dress clearly through the pinafore. Lisa showed me how to properly sit on the bed in my dress and petticoats. I had learned from Mom how to properly sit in my dresses at least so that was no big thing. Laura slipped on my stocking feet a pair of low heeled pink Mary Jane shoes and buckled them into place. Each shoe had a pink bow at the vamp. "Almost ready, little sister. Now come over to the vanity like a good girl," Laura said. "Billy dear, when I told my Mom about our little project she was dying to contribute something to it. Mom's a hairdresser and stylist so here's is her contribution," Lisa said. Lisa unzipped the big tall round box on the vanity table and withdrew a long medium auburn shiny wig. "This wig is real human hair Billy, not one of those synthetics. So, you can style it, curl it just like if it was your own real hair." On my head it went. The wig was so soft and very thick. It fell down my back, across my shoulders down to the tops of my bra in soft waves and curls. Deep bangs coming out of a centered brushed back and to the sides parting came down to the tops of my now arched eyebrows. Lisa went to town styling it to her perfection and toping it off with a generous spraying of hair spray. Both sides were lifted out allowing the pearl dangling earrings that were clipped to my earlobes to show. A little dab of more perfume and I was done. Debbie gave me a hand up and led me to Laura's mirror. "So, what do you think Billy? I think we girls have given you a rather nice retro 1950's little housewife look." With three girls standing behind me with beaming smiles I was totally stunned at their transformation of me. I was dang pretty. I looked like a real girl. For 12 years old I looked even like a 1950's teenage girl. I delighted in the feel and rustling of my dress and petticoats. My undies felt so wonderful. I had never experienced anything so exciting to wear in my life. I was in pure bliss. I didn't want this magical moment to ever end. I smiled from ear to ear. Lisa said, Look girls, Billy is enjoying this!" "Seems so, Lisa. I told you two he'd make a pretty girl and we proved it." Debbie stood next to me and we didn't look like twin sisters though, but you could tell we were sisters by a strong family resemblance at least. She hugged me and thanked me for dressing up for her. Laura said, "All this work has made me hungry, why don't we girls go down and get some lunch?" On the way downstairs my dress and petticoats made a nice music and they along with my different undies and long hairstyle made me tickle and tingle all over. My perfume filled my nostrils nicely. Gads, I felt like a girl or a girl I could feel like at least. It was wonderful. Lisa asked me if she could call her Mom over to see the results of my transformation. She promised her Mom would be discrete. I said I didn't mind. She called her Mom and said to come in the front door was opened. When we got to the kitchen I tried to do what was normal for me and started to prepare lunch. Laura said, "Sit down Princess, we'll made lunch. We can't let you get all messy in your first girl's attire." So, I sat there. Debbie said, "Look Billy we can't keep calling you Billy when you look like a girl. I mean I don't know any girls named Billy. So, you need a girl's name too, sister." We were in the middle discussing various girls names when Mrs. Harold, Lisa's Mom came in. One look at me and she said, "Oh my stars, Billy you're simply stunning. You make a beautiful girl. Looking at the results I'm so happy I contributed the wig to the girl's project. It's yours to keep honey. So how does it feel to be a girl?" "Oh, Mrs. Harold I hate to admit it, but, I love it so. I'll tell you all when I wore my first dress it was wonderful, much better than wearing pants. I felt so free in my dresses and just thought that'll be it, me in dresses. But, now look at me, no plain boy but a pretty girl. I guess I should thank you all for the new me." That surprised everyone at my little confession. "Mom we were in the middle of trying to find a girl's' name for Billy, any thoughts?" "Billy, think very hard is there a girl's name you ever thought was real pretty?" I thought real hard and replied, "Mrs. Harold there is a girl in my class at school who I thought had a real pretty name." "And what is her name, sweetie?" "Heather is her name." "What do you girls think about Billy's name being Heather?" They all agreed it was a pretty girl's name and agreed to call me Heather. Laura thought Heather needed a little more balance on the feminine/masculine side so she thought hard and came up with, "Jo". So, I became, "Heather Jo." We had our lunch as I delighted in being dresses totally as a girl named Heather Jo. After they cleaned up after lunch since it was a nice day out, it was decided to have some after lunch iced tea out on the back patio. Lucky for me we had a well private yard keeping prying eyes out. We all were deeply engaged in, "girl talk", and lost track of time. Upon hearing our talking coming from the back of the house , who should appear, but Mom coming back from her time with her girlfriends. Mom notices d Mrs. Dana Harold, Laura, Debbie and Lisa. Taking look at a strangely a slightly over dressed girl, me. Mom studied me all over and suddenly put her hand to her mouth and let out a huge gasp. She reeled a little and sat down. Gaining her composure Mom came out and said, "Billy is that YOU?" "Yes. It's me Mom, what do you think?" "So, not only my son wears dresses but dresses up totally like a girl too?" Sister Laura came to my rescue. "Mom, this isn't Billy's idea. Me, Debbie and Lisa did it to him. It seemed natural to us since he already wore dresses to see what he'd look like as a girl. We were just curious, so we bought him a complete outfit today?" "And what is your part in this Dana?" "Charlotte I just supplied the wig when Lisa told me of their special little project. Besides, don't worry Charlotte II have a few mothers that get female wigs for their sons. They are referred to me by Carol Davis of the, "Princess's Dream Boutique". Seems like there are some boys out there who dress as girls." Mom got more calmer and she said, "Stand up Billy let me take a good look at you." I did what was requested. Mom looked me all over, top to bottom, side to side and had me turn around so she could see the back of me. The suddenly Mom started crying. "What's wrong, Mommy?" I asked as I went to hug her. Through her tears Mom said, "Honey I guess it's my fault by letting you wear dresses and pinafores. I've so enjoyed our times together. You've been such a great help around the house for me. Forgive your Mother, but, lately I've been thinking of you as my third daughter not my fourth son. I tried for your sake to shake those thoughts, but seeing you like this only makes those thoughts more stronger. I'm so sorry, forgive me, please." "Mommy it's okay. I like wearing dresses and it's not your fault. Laura, Debbie, Lisa and Mrs. Harold did a good thing today. The first time I wore a dress I felt dresses were the best thing for me. Now that I'm dressed up as a girl, not only are dresses are best for me but I like being a girl while wearing my dresses. It looks better for me when I'm wearing my dresses to at least look like a real girl than a silly boy in just a dress. So, I guess there is no one to blame." Mom remarked that I hadn't called her "Mommy" in like years. We talked a little more. Debbie said, "Mommy we don't' call Billy, Billy anymore. Her name is "Heather Jo" when she's a girl." Mom smiled and said she loved the name of Heather Jo as she said it sort of matched me perfectly. Thus on that lovely August afternoon Heather Jo was born. As it was getting late Mom said we all should go upstairs and talk a little more as I got undressed and sort of prepared to de-girl. Dad an the boys were about to return. As I removed on shoe I looked at everyone and said, "Dang it all! I'm not taking off these wonderful clothes. I want to wear them and don't give a rats ass who sees me in them. I want to continue to dress this way and do my housework too. Dad and my brothers are bound to find out sooner or later about Heather Jo. So why not sooner than later?" "Do you know the consequences if they see you dressed as a girl, honey?" Mom said. "Mom they already know about my dresses and pinafores. How many times have they seen me dressed that way? So, if they want cleaned and ironed laundry and they want this house to remain nice and tidy, they'll have to deal with Heather Jo. I'm simply not taking off these clothes," I said as I replaced my shoe. Mom thought about my defiance and let out a big sigh and said, "Heather honey, I guess maybe Dana and I should talk with them all about this first when they get home. I think they need a lot of preparation before they meet Heather Jo. To a degree your father has his three sons, now I've got my three daughters, even Steven I think. You don't have to get undressed if you don't want to. Just stay up here with your sisters and Lisa while we grown ups talk. It may take a long while, just wait until I call you, honey." A short while later we heard Dad and the boys arrive home. Taking deep breaths Mom and Mrs. Harold went downstairs. We girls just sat in Laura's bedroom and chatted nervously. Lisa tried to calm me down by saying, "Heather, I thought of you as some sort of wimp or sissy, I mean wearing dresses. But know I see you as one of the bravest boys I've ever known. Standing up and admitting you like to dress up as a girl and loving your new look that takes bravery. How many boys could be so brave as to dress up like girls and admit freely they love to do it? That takes pure guts. Heather you got a friend for life. We're girlfriends now and don't you forget it Missy". Laura and Debbie echoed Lisa's comments, only to insert we were sisters then. For about a half hour we heard a lot of shouting coming from downstairs. We could hear my father's voice as well as my brother's voices. Lots of accusing and shouts about me being tuned into a sissy by Mom and my sisters. Thank god Mrs. Harold was down there as a referee. It began to quiet downstairs as we could hear just mumblings coming from down there. In the meantime Laura reached into the back of her closet and pulled out a pastel blue baby doll nightie and matching peignoir and sleep panties. She handed them to me and said, "My new sister has to have something pretty to sleep in, these don't fit me anymore, so they are yours Heather. Now where did I put those cute slippers? Oh, here they are. They're yours too sister, dear." "Gee, thanks Laura they are sure pretty." "Oh, Heather I'm afraid this is only the beginning. I think between the three of us we're going to have oodles of un getting pretty clothes for you," Laura commented. "Yes, Heather and we're going to have fun teaching you to be a girl too. I mean they way you look now you can easily pass as a real girl. But, you're going to need your girl lessons, if you want people to think you are a real girl and not a boy dressed as a girl. More oodles of fun for our new Miss Heather Jo," Lisa added "Oh, this is going to be fun!" Debbie further added. "Debbie can you help me off with this pinafore. I think I like Dad and the boys just see me in my dress and not something too frilly and girlie." Debbie untied my fancy pinafore and I felt a little better. We girls chatted some more until about an hour later Mom shouted upstairs saying we should come down. Lisa did a quick check of my makeup and hair before we departed. I needed just my powder and lipstick adjusted and a little touch up my wig. I took a deep breath and sighed as I said, "Well, girls here goes nothing or something!" Shaking a little descending the stairs I made my way to the living room where everyone was gathered. Lisa and Laura held my hands to steady me. With me in front we entered the living room. Mom said, "Harry and you boys I'd like you to meet Heather Jo." Needless to say they were floored. I turned all the way around to give them a fully view of the new me. I then sat demurely in a straight back padded chair arranging my dress and petticoats properly. I folded my hands in my lap with my manicured and painted nails clearly visible took another deep breath, smiled and simply said, "What do you think Daddy?" Clearly Dad and my brothers were totally speechless. After what seemed like an eternity Dad nervously spoke, "Billy, son is that really you? My god you look like a girl!" "Yes, Daddy it's me. Only when I'm dressed like this I'm Heather Jo. Can you call me Heather or Heather Jo, please?" "Sure, Heather." Mom then decided it would be pizza night for dinner and made the appropriate phone call. Dad said, "Heather, you really want to dress as a girl?" "Yes, Daddy I love it so." "Billy, oops, I mean Heather this is going to take a lot of getting used to. Your Mother and I still have a lot to talk about. I don't know about all this stuff. Maybe I'm not a proper father to you. Maybe I should have stopped you doing housework or even wearing dresses. I just don't know." "Daddy it's nothing to do with you or Mommy. Something just clicked in me when I wore my first dress and I just felt more nicer wearing my dresses. Laura, Lisa and Debbie just sort of showed me I could look better in my dresses today. I don't really know why I like being a girl, but I just do. It's me." "I guess we are going to have to support you and your choice. We still have lots to discuss. To a vast degree I owe you a lot for my promotion, so if you want to dress up as a girl, so be it. I'll support it, though it's going to take a lot of me to do that. Be patient with your father as I try to work it out. Your brother will do the same, right boys?" I got a collective, "Yeah, Dad!" from my brothers. Dad further added a request that I for the time being keep my dressing up as a girl confined to the house and backyard. One other thing I had to agree on was when he needed Billy I had to be Billy without complaint. That need he said would most likely be limited, though. I agreed. I was still strange sitting in front of my family dressed as a girl. Over dinner I had to be very careful eating pizza. Instead of just lifting a slice to my mouth and biting I had to cut it with a knife in small pieces and lift each piece to my mouth. I had to be dainty with wiping my mouth not to smear my lipstick. I managed. Before retiring for bed I got a few more day dresses from Laura. Lisa was staying over. She showed me how to properly take my make up off. I got to wear my new baby doll nightie ensemble which was dream. The top was made from a thick layer of nylon with a over layer of chiffon all in a powder blue. From the middle of the rounded collar there was a blue floppy bow in front that had long streamers going down to the middle of the gown. The top had barely short sleeves. Over that I wore a simple three layered chiffon peignoir robe. The sleep panties were frilly and nylon too. I slept really well that night. The next morning came as I woke up and stretched. Noticing my nightie I realized what happened yesterday was not a dream. From next door I could hear Laura and Lisa chatting away. I got up and donned my peignoir and slippers and headed to the bathroom. After answering Mother Nature's call (sitting down, of course), Thinking of my panties I really wiped my penis dry and sprinkled a little powder there before slipping them up into place. I brushed my teeth and straightened up. My hair was a total mess. I did my best to get it decent. I then headed to Laura's bedroom where I did a gentle knock on her door announcing myself. "Come on in Heather dear," my sister responded. Lisa and Laura were in baby doll nighties too. Lisa's was yellow and Laura's was lilac. "Good morning sister!" Laura said. "Good morning Laura and Lisa." "My oh my, Heather that nightie does you justice girl. But that hair doesn't. Here sit down and let Lisa put on your wig so you can be pretty." Lisa was right. After my auburn tresses were in place I looked right. That done with a touch of lipstick I sat down with the two girls on the bed. Suddenly I got a little idea. "Laura and Lisa you said last night I would need some girl lessons, right?" "Exactly Heather. Between Lisa, Debbie, Mom and ME we're going to teach you everything and I mean everything a girl like you needs to know, so don't worry your head Heather." Lisa added, "Heather you're a natural already being a girl, so for you these should be very easy lessons." "Tell you what, in fair exchange for my girl lessons, how about I teach you both household lessons? One day you two probably will get married. I think those lessons will come in very handy when you're married. So, what do you think?" Lisa looked at Laura and Laura looked at Lisa. They both agreed to my lessons. Laura asked when do we start? I responded, "How about now in preparing breakfast?" The girls donned their robes and slippers and we headed for the kitchen. First lesson was donning aprons over our nightwear, second was making coffee (two pots), then we went on to make bacon, sausage and scrambled eggs. I taught them how to toast the bread in time with the cooking to make the toast nice and crisp. The table was set, the juice poured and I announced loudly at the bottom of the stairs, "Up and at 'em. Breakfast is on sleepyheads!" Lisa and Laura were good students. Everybody sleepily filed downstairs to a breakfast to write home about. It was a nice breakfast. My brothers did occasionally look my way and just smiled. Dad complimented me on the breakfast and I somewhat shocked him when I said Laura and Lisa helped greatly. Poor Mom almost dropped her fork when she heard that. I was sort of determined to give Debbie housework lessons too. With Dad and the boys it would just learn to be more tidier at least. I noticed my eldest brother Chad looking again at me and smiling. I asked him, "What's wrong Chad" Do I look like a freak or something? I know everybody hasn't seen me as a girl and I understand. Those stares are slightly unnerving." Chad laid out his truth to me, "Billy, I mean Heather it's just you're damned pretty as a girl. Maybe you should be a girl. Look Tom, Ed and me hardly got any sleep last night. All we talked about was our brother being a girl. Tell him, damn it, tell HER what we talked about last night guys." Tom said, "Heather if you want to be a girl you got us in your corner. We'll help you as much as we can. Chad, Ed and I will be your sort of personal body guards and no one will ever hurt you as long as we are alive." Ed spoke up, "Heather we also came to realize that maybe you weren't meant to be a boy. I mean you were never good at sports or doing boy things and that's ok and has always been ok with us." Back to Chad, "Heather maybe it would have been better for you had you been Debbie's twin sister than her twin brother. We guys don't know. We just came to a conclusion to accept you as our sister it that is what you want." Dad finally topped the cake, "Heather, that goes with me too. I'll just have to accept you as my daughter if you want to continue to be Heather rather than Billy. Maybe you really being a girl is a godsend. All I know these last couple of months helping your Mother around the house has done wonders for her. She's now the beautiful and vibrant woman I fell in love with and married years ago. I still owe you two a lot for my promotion at work. So my little contribution to, "The Heather Jo Project", is why don't you girls go shopping today? I mean I want my new daughter to be pretty and wear her own dresses rather than hand-me- downs." Needless to say there wasn't a dry female eye at that breakfast table, including my own. Mom handed me a paper napkin to dry my eyes. "Gee, I have such a great family!" I managed to get out through my tears of joy. Daddy left for work and my brothers headed out eventually in their directions leaving us girls home. Mom made a call to Mrs. Harold about where Carol Davis and the, "Princess's Dream Boutique", was. She said she'd be over and would show Mom where it was as it was on her way to her beauty salon. Quickly we restored the house before we left. I gave Laura, Lisa and Debbie a quick lesson on making beds. They did a decent job. A straightening out of the kitchen, a little picking up and the house was all perfect, or nearly perfect. I think the girls enjoyed themselves at their tasks. Sadly I had to really de-girl, reverting back to Billy for our shopping excursion. Leaving the girls behind Mom and I piled into Mom's car and were off. We met Lisa's Mom at her house. Before following her she made Mom promise to stop by her salon after we shopped. So we followed Mrs. Harold. There was no doubt where the, "Princess's Dream Boutique", was. It wasn't a tiny little boutique it was a frigging huge store. We pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. Walking towards the store/boutique or whatever I got a mass case of the butterflies in my stomach. Lucky for me the store was just opening, so not too many customers. Upon entering the store it was huge filled with some much girl stuff it was a dream. A young saleswoman approached and greeted us. Mom inquired as to where Carol Davis was. The young woman escorted us to Miss Davis. Mom introduced the girls to Miss Davis. Mom then said, Miss Davis." "Please call me Carol if I can call you Charlotte." "Sure. Carol my friend Dana Harold told me that you, uh, sort of help boys that want to be girls. My son Billy wants to be a girl. We just found out this yesterday. We hope you can help us." "Charlotte don't worry abut nothing. We've helped many a transgender boy become a girl over these many years. We're only happy to serve them." "Transgender, what's that?" "Charlotte sometimes a boy feels wrong with being a boy. Deep down inside of him lies a girl. He desperately wants to be a girl. Before you leave I'll give you the number of an excellent psychiatrist who you can call to help you with this. Shall we get started with Billy? I have a very secluded dressing room upstairs I use for my, "special girls", like Billy." On the way up a spiral staircase Ms. Davis asked me, "Billy do you have a girl's name, yet?" "Yes, Ma'am it's Heather Jo." "My that is a pretty name Heather Jo. From now on I'm calling you Heather Jo. You may call me Carol, honey". "So how far do you want us to go with Heather Jo, Charlotte?" "All the way, she needs about everything." "Ok, let's get started." For the next two hours I was fitted in one girlish outfit after another. I got some lovely skirt and blouse mix and match sets, but, mostly I got dresses which I preferred. Mom and Carol thought of everything beyond the skirt, blouses and dresses. I got panties of all types, bras, garter belts, slips, stockings, girl socks, a few nice silky sweaters (cashmere), shoes and some pretty jewelry and some other delightful girlish accessories. Mom must have spent a fortune. She did confide in me that Dad insisted if I was going to be the third girl in the house I should be properly fitted out as a girl. Carol simply had a ball with me. She told me of the occasional boy and even a man that was brought to her shop to be completely outfitted as a female. She told me that this was a somewhat, yet rare form of punishment thought to control a very naughty, arrogant and errant male. When she asked me my age and what school I went to, she surprised me with her answer. In my school there were three boys like me who loved to wear dresses too. I was through her shop that these boys were able to make contact and they had their own special little group of girls now. "Would you like me to contact, "My Girls", for you Heather? I'm sure they'd be delighted to maybe have another girl like them in their group," Carol asked. I looked at Mom and said, "What do you think Mommy? I think I'd like to meet them. Maybe I'd like to meet some boys like me." "Sounds like a good idea. Go ahead, Carol. Please make the necessary contacts for both Heather and I," Mom said. "My pleasure Charlotte. These three girls are very special and dear customers for me and I'm sure Heather is going to be another of my special little girl too. It's only right my special girls be together." Carol, after two wonderful and magical hours, had the shop assistants package , bundle up our purchases and load up Mom's car. After we said out goodbyes it was off to Dana's beauty salon. Once there Mom went in and was gone for a couple of minutes. Mom had parked the car at least in the back alley in the back of the salon. Mom appeared at the back door and with her hand waved me to join her. I entered, sheepishly, through the back door. Upon entering I was greeted by Mrs. Harold, "Oh, there you are Heather, darling. Did you have fun at Carol's today?" "Hello, Mrs. Harold. Yes, Mommy and I had a wonderful time shopping." "Oh, I bet you can't wait to go home and get to wear those wonderful clothes. Carol's shop has the best and most feminine in girlish clothes anywhere I've see4n." "Yes, there is a pretty dress that's my favorite. I'm going to wear it as soon as I get home. I can't wait." "How delightful. Well the reason why I asked you and your Mom to stop over today was, remember that lovely wig I gave you yesterday, Heather?". "Yes Ma'am it is such pretty hair. Thank you so much for it." "You see Heather part of my business is selling wigs. For some reason that style and color aren't selling much. I don't know why auburn is such a pretty color and the length is so ideal, it's a mystery for me. So, I thought long and hard racking my brain what to do with some of the inventory. Last night it struck me. I now know a nice little girl named Heather Jo who was new at being a girl. She needs a little possible help from a nice Fairy Godmother, so why not give her a few more wigs? That way she'll always have pretty hair to wear. So, Heather, dear there are three more wigs I had styled for you. They are yours to keep." With my teeth almost falling out in joy of Mrs. Harold wonderful present I hugged her and said, "Oh, Mrs. Harold thank you so much, thank you, thank you." I was so darn deliriously happy. "Heather it's my pleasure. You're a much deserving girl. Now, these wigs are real European hair, not and synthetic. So, you got to be careful with them. Charlotte you'll have to bring them in at least weekly to have them washed and set. Maybe leave two at home and bring two in on a rotating basis. I'll have Lisa come over and show you all how to set them at night. Promise me, Heather, you'll be a good girl and you'll take good care of your wigs." "Oh, yes Mrs. Harold I'll be a good girl. I promise." "Heather, dear I have one more little question to ask. How much of a girl do you want to be?" "Well, Mrs. Harold ....." "Heather please just call me Aunt Dana. I think we can get rid of all that formality." "Ok, Aunt Dana. I think I just want to be a girl as much as possible. I like being a girl and like wearing pretty and silky things and being just pretty. It's fun being a girl." "Charlotte, if Heather is going to be a girl, she's going to have to begin her beauty regime, seriously. I'm assuming she'll eventually want to just go out and enjoy her freedom as the lovely girl she is. Tell you what we can start on that tomorrow night after work and I lose the salon. Let's say, 6:30 p.m. Bring her here, in boy mode and I'll work on her. I'll have an at home beauty package for her to use everyday. Even then she'll require a weekly maybe booster visit her for awhile. Heather is such a cutie I don't think she'll need too many weekly appointments as long as she stays strictly on her at home beauty regime. If she's as neat and tidy in her housework, she'll probably be as just as disciplined in her appearance as the girl she definitely is. So, what do you think, girls?" Mom and I both heartedly agreed. "One other thing, both of you. Heather is probably ready to through male puberty which can do a lot of male damage to a boy trying to be a girl. All the beauty treatments in the world can't fight that. I might suggest one of my customers a doctor that can greatly assist in combating all that maleness happening. I really think she can do Heather a world of good. Shall I talk to her for Heather?" Mom replied, "Dana, I think that would do Heather just right. I got my new daughter now and to be frankly honest with you I don't want to loose her now. So, please contact her. Do you agree Heather? You really want to be Mommy's little girl?" "Yes, Mommy, oh yes, please. I'm Heather now and I love being your daughter." All that settled and agreed with we said our goodbyes. I hugged and kissed my new Aunt Dana. We headed home. I couldn't wait to get out of those ugly boy clothes and into a nice comfortable dress. When Mom and I got home, the boys were there along with Debbie, Laura and Lisa. They all pitched in and helped us with all those delicious packages and my styled wigs on their fashionable wig blocks. Upon entering my bedroom I was taken aback. There had been some major furniture rearranging and some girlish decorative touches added. My brothers had added two new high boy dressers that flanked the sides of my old dresser. Of the two closets on either side of my dressers one was totally cleaned out of my boy stuff and had my few dresses hanging in it. My boy things were in the other closet as my boy stuff, mostly toys and things like that went up in the attic. Essentially my bedroom was divided into half, the boy side and the girl side. A table with a padded chair was set up as my vanity. My bed was done up in girl style composed of a nice thick pink comforter, lots of pillows and even a bed doll. The room made me feel even more girlish. I thanked my brothers, my sisters and Lisa for what they did to my room. Mom said it was okay for my brothers to leave as we, "girls", had to put my new things away. Oh, we girls had oodles of fun putting my new girl's clothes away. They all made such lovely comments over Mom and my choices. Upon completing that happy task I said, "Oh, I'm just dying to get in a dress and look pretty. Let me take a quick shower, first." "Oh no little sister, no showers for you it's always going to be baths for you now. So, into the bath with you and use my bubble bath and my soap. Then after you dry off, use my scented powder. Don't worry little sister, you really don't know how to get yourself all pretty, we three girls will be waiting patiently to assist you. So, scoot!" Laura said. About thirty minutes later I emerged from the bathroom clean as a whistle smelling so girlish. I made the mistake of wrapping a towel around me in boy style which was quickly rearranged into girl style by Mom. I was told to wrap myself up like that from now on. Mom then said, "Well, I think I better get dinner started. So, Heather I leave you in the very capable hands of the girls." Mom left. "So, Heather is there anything particular you want to wear?" Debbie asked. "Oh Debbie, sure there is. I'd love to wear that white sailor girl dress with that red trimming." Looking in my girl closet Debbie picked it out and said, "This one, Heather? It is a such a pretty dress. I'm so jealous I might ask Mom for one just like it." "Yes, Debbie, that one. Thank you for such a nice comment." With that the girls went to work on me. I felt like some big live dress up doll, but, relished in their dressing of me. I was dressed in pure satin lacey panties and training bra with a white nylon full slip. The came my dress which I had to step into. Oh, it was such a marvelous dress. The sailor collar, the sleeves and the skirt had red piping throughout. There was a nice floppy red bow that came out from under the collar. The girls debated wheather I would wear socks or stockings. Socks were decided on. But, before the socks went on, Lisa insisted on giving me a pedicure and painting my toenails. At the same time Laura gave me a nice manicure and painted them a bubble gum pink to match my toenails. The little round ovals of my polished pink fingernails almost made me giggle with girlish glee. After my toenails were dry, my feet were encased in a pair of white opaque nylon socks and over that I wore a black patent leather pair of strapped shoes, Mary Jane shoes they were called. Debbie came back with a short little silver heart shaped necklace and said, "Here Heather you can have this necklace. I ended up on our last birthday and accidently got two of the same necklace. I was going to return one, but, now we have sister matching necklaces, see how pretty mine is?" That was so sweet of Debbie I hugged her and thanked her. She gave me a little sisterly kiss on my cheek. Lisa ended up giving me an old silver charm bracelet she had when she was younger. Lisa then went to work on my limited make up. Just a hint of blusher, a little powder, a shaping of my eyebrows, a touch of mascara to my lashes and a bubble gum pink lipstick and my make up was done. Looking at my long auburn wig Lisa commented, "You know, girls, Heather's wig needs a little something extra. What do you think?" "Lisa I got the perfect thing. I'll be right back." my sister Laura responded. Soon Laura returned with what looked like a thin black fabric strip that was shaped into a circle. "How about this head band, Lisa?" "Perfect Laura!" Lisa put the head band around my neck, then slipped on my wig and combed bangs into my wig then slipped the head band up at to the top of my bangs. The head band had elastic in the back allowing Lisa to adjust it properly. I then wore a pair of little sliver hoop earrings I had bought that day with Mom. Lisa had me stand up and Laura got the honors of spraying me all over in the right places with perfume. Debbie clapped her hands in glee and in a giggle said, "Look girls our Heather Jo is back!" Indeed she was back. My brothers had moved into the corner of my bedroom an old tall dressing mirror. Oh, I was so pretty I had to fight back the tears of true joy and bliss. I let out an enthusiastic huge thank you to the girls for making me a girl. We sat on the edge of my bed and Laura said, "Look at us as your personal faerie godsistes, Heather. You've got a lot to learn about being a girl, but, we three will help you to be all the girl you want to be. Honey, let me be honest with you. You already have a great start in being a girl. While we were helping putting your bedroom together we girls had a nice long chat about you. Don't take this as any offense, but, Heather we three always felt you were girlish and effeminate prissy to start with. Debbie and I agreed we sort of never thought of you as a male brother, rather deep in side of us we personally thought of you as our female sister. Even Lisa thinks of you as a girl. So, the first time we saw you in your dresses and pinafores it was really no shock to us. It only confirmed those inner feelings we had of you. All I can say is dear sister, Trust Us." "Laura, Debbie and Lisa, I'll tell you my long secret. I've always been so jealous of you all. You were girls, I wasn't. I've always wanted to be just like you. So, I'm not offended and I do trust in all of you. Please, help me to be a girl." With the air cleared between us girls Laura thought we should go down and help Mom with dinner, much to my astonishment. Apparently my natural girlishness and prissiness was rubbing off onto them. I guess there was one other surprise awaiting me in the kitchen there were two of my brothers, Tom and Ed, helping Mom as best as they could, with dinner. Mom seeing me said, "I knew Heather when you saw that dress you would want to wear it first. It looks cute on you. The girls did you up pretty too, but, honey that maybe a little too much make up on you young lady. After all you're just a 12 year old girl." We had our little laugh. Suumer ended too quickly form my perspective. It was a bit sad having spent the remaining weeks as a girl. Back to school and back to Billy it was. My boy's clothes seemed so heavy, scratchy and just plain boring to wear. I had to be very careful like ensuring all my nail polish was completely removed and not to wear feminine scents. I couldn't hide my slightly girlish arched eyebrows, though. I did get that occasional look of something different about me due to that. I'd always had problems fitting in with my fellow male classmates before and that issue still continued. Strangely for some reason I suddenly seemed to attract more girls as friends thought. This seemed to increase the previous issues I already had with the boys. I got called, "sissy", or, "pretty boy", a lot, but this seemed to intensified. Thank god I had my three muscled bounf macho brothers. Nobody would mess with me too hard knowing they might incur the wrath of, "The Hardcastle Boys" (my brothers). Mom did get a call from the office of, Dr. Leslie Carter, a psychiatrist in a query if they could be of some help to me. I guess true to her word Dana Harold had kept her promise to contact her in behalf of me. After a series of sessions with her and some testing one day she told me that I was a transgender child. In a session with both Mom, Dad and me she explained to us what transgender meant. She went into all the options, issues and just about everything we had to face. She highly suggested that I be put on female hormones before the onset of male puberty. That way I'd have a lot more wiggle room in the rest of my future. Dad and Mom agreed that was the best starting option for me. Then Dr. Carter had a session with my entire family explaining to my brothers and sisters what I was and the tempory mapping of my immediate future. With me out of that session they all were informed that I'd need all the support, love and assistance they all could muster. They best thing that they could do for me was not to think of me as son/brother, but, as daughter/sister. The better the family atmosphere in just treating me as a girl and as Heather Jo the more easy it would be for al of us. Further family sessions as well as private sessions continued. It was during those sessions that both my Dad and brothers always previously had a hard time accepting my lack of masculinity. They couldn't understand why I never seemed to be like them or even seemed to hang out and develop friendships with my male peer group. These family sessions confirming that I was transgender in my nature settled their concerns. Once everything was established and settled I attended all sessions dressed as girl and dressed as a girl at home. The major thing was our whole family was on the same page as to my status. The only times I dressed as Billy were for when Dad required it for his understandable reasons, for school and to go outside of the house. Once the doctor had started me on small doses of female hormones she wrote at note to my school to excuse me from physical education for private heath reasons. Her request was granted. So, because I found girl clothes more softer, even girl cotton seemed far more softer than by cotton, I started to wear a pair of panties, long plain white girl socks and camisole under my male clothing. It became routinue for me to rush home from school, get dressed as Heather and just be a girl at home. It sort of became harder and harder for me to balance my boy and girl world, though. Things went pretty smooth in my public and private lives. At school I was pretty used to being called a sissy and the dirision that accompied being called a sissy. I seemed to develop a lot of friendships with girls at school which only added more fuel to the fire being labelled a sissy. I did my best to say simply screw those idiots, but spent many a session at the doctors discussing that negative crap. The hoildays were fantastic. Mom and I had a ball planning and cooking the Thanksgiving Day feast. My sisters pitched in, so we girls had a blast doing the so called female chores together, while the men sat around and watched fottball on television. This was almost like a typical American Noramn Rockwell painting. For Christmas I got nothing but gifts for a girl my age. I got a absolutely gorgeous black cocktail dress form Mom and Dad. It was pure black velvet, tea length, round collar, with long sleeves trimmed in black satin as well as the hem of the dress and it had a black sation sash at the waist. The dress was puffed out by black sewn in petticoats. Sparkling sequines were scattered all arounnf the blouse front. I felt like a gown up princess wearing that lovely cocktail dress. The new year started fine, but in February - March we got some sad and good news. First the CEO of Dad's company suddenly died of a heart attack. At his funeral was on of Dad's requirements for Billy. That left Dads' company on a search for a new CEO. So after a long extensive search Dad was called before the board of directors at his company and offered the job of CEO. Dad accepted the job with a bit of a strange priviso. That priviso was personal family issues would never effect his being CEO. The board agreed to this special request. We as a family celebrated Dad's wonderful promotion. In April, however the private closet that Heather Jo was living in began to open up. I had gotten home from school earlier than my sister Laura. As usual it was off with Billy and on with Heather. By that time I knew how do dress myself as Heather, do my makeup and style my wig, alone by myself. My girl lessons had paid off. I then fixed myself a snack and soft drink and headed to my bedroom to do my homework. About 30 minutes later I head from downstairs a lot of what I assumed were teenage girl voices. Laura then appeared at my opened door and said, "Oh Heather I see your home and dressed. Look, I got the girls from the cheerleader squad here. I just got named cheerleader captain and it's one of my duties to have meetings, that means at my home. So, do us a favor and just hang out in your bedroom. The meeting will only be for maybe an hour and a half at most. We don't need the girls to find out about Heather do we?" "Congradulations Sis. Sure, I'll try to be as quiet as a church mouse." "Love ya sister!', she said as she closed my door. I thought if I opened my windows there might be enough sounds to reduce or drown out any noise I could make. It was a nice warm April afternnon. The outside air felt refreshing. About an hour later I heard footsteps in the hallway. Suddenly there was a preety good sized gust of wind that came through my windows. I guess the differnces between the outside and inside air pressure caused my bedroom door to suddenly open all the way. I got up to close my bedroom door and came face to face with Marcia, one of the cheerleaders. With both of us startled she looked at me and I looked at her. Marcia said to me, "Who are you girl? You're definitely not Debbie and all Laura has is her brothers, Chad, Ed, To and Billy. Hum, you somewhat resemble Debbie, but Debbie has brown hair and you're auburn." Quickly I always knew in the back of my mind that something like this was bound to happen. Dr. Carter had previously prepared me for this eventuality. The game plan was simple. Tell the truth, be proud and don't try to lie. One Lie leads to another lie and those get compounded into a lot more lies. All I could do was hope for the best yet be prepared for the worse. Hopefully people would understand. Taking a big sigh I looked Marcia in her eyes and blurted out, "Marcia, it's me Laura's brother Billy!" "Oh my god it is YOU BILLY! Why are your dressed as a girl?" "Because I love dressing as a girl." Then Miss Blabber Mouth suddenly yelled out, "Hey girls come up here and see what I see, hurry." A stampede ensued up the stairs. Laura, bless her heart tried to stop the stampede of cheerleaders, but didn't prevail. Soon my doorway was crowded with teenaged girls. "Look girls it's Laura's brother Billy all dressed up as a girl. Doesn't she look pretty?" All eyes looked me all over and roved around my now feminine styled bedroom. Mouths were wide opened in total surprise. At the same time my sister Debbie had returned home from visiting her girlfriends. Only hearing the growing commotion emanating from upstairs she rushed upstairs. Debbie takes after Laura as strong willed and determined young women. So, my gallant sisters came to my rescue. Debbie on appearing at my bedroom door said, "What's going on here?" "Well, don't you see your brother dressed as a girl?" said Jackie. "You leave my sister Heather alone!" Debbie demanded. "Your sister Heather, oh how cute," another girl said giggling. "Ok, girls, enough is enough. Sit down and I'll explain this to you," Laura commanded. The girls sat on the floor forming a semi circle around my bed. Laura then asked me, "Heather is it okay I speak for you , honey ?" "Sure Sis!" I responded. I thought at that time Laura would do a far better job of speaking then I could. With Laura and Debbie flanking me on my bed holding my hands, Laura began, "Ok, girls here goes it. Look girls my sister Heather is what is called, 'transgender'. Transgender is a birth condition. Her psychiatrist and doctor explains transgender as a normal birth condition. To put it simply for you my brother Billy was a female born with a male body. Heather has had this condition for all of her life. Her doctor has speculated since Debbie and Heather are twins, maybe Heather started out as a girl and only turned into a boy much later in Mom's pregnancy and Heather may have had too much girl in her when she was born. So, she's had to live in a gender that was like a prison to her. She was always a girl just screaming in very much emotional pain to come out as the girl she is. This is not a sickness or mental thing, it's a condition that she essentially has no control over or ever brought it onto herself. Our family has accepted our Heather Jo as sister and daughter, she is family. Both Debbie and I fully accept Heather as our sister. So, I'm asking that you keep our little family secret, secret. Heather has a hard enough time at school being labelled a sissy. I it got out she dresses as a girl, then her life outside of out home would be far more complicated if not dangerous. People might be so scared of her that they might actually hate her. My, sister, Heather Jo is a very caring, loving, helpful and kind girl. I'm proud and very happy to have her as MY Sister. Heather Jo is free." Debbie replied determining, "Heather is my TWIN sister too. I love her!" You could have heard a pin drop after that terse explaination. The I was barraged with tons of questions. I listened to all of them and sort of summed it up into one reply, "Girls, I am a girl somewhat just like you. I love being a girl, I love dressing as a girl, I love doing girl things and everything girl possible. I'm going to be a girl for the rest of my life, no matter what. Billy has gone away and Miss Heather Jo Hardcastle has assumed his place in our family, forever. All I need, please, is your understanding and help. I don't need to deal with this and a bunch of stupid people at the same time." Then Miss Blabber Mouth, Marcia, became an ally as she stood up and said, "Stand up girls, please. Now raise your right arm and say with me, "I (say your name), promise to keep Heather Jo's secret, our secret. We will not reveal it to anyone what so ever. This my sacred oath to her and her sisters.". Jackie said, "Girls, we all have our special little sister now. Maybe if she chooses to really come out she might just be our special little sister cheerleader." Amy another cheerleader remarked, "Laura, frankly Heather makes a very attractive and beautiful girl. I'd swear on a stack of Bibles she's nothing but all girl and never