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A Life Long Journey, Part 4
This is the story of my journey into the life of womanhood. It is the
result of my own memories and the stories told to me by Momma and other
relatives about my growing up. Some of this may not be accurate as my
memories of certain events might be colored by my feelings or my age at
the time. Still I have tried to be honest about them.
Age thirteen also saw the two of us changing in a lot of ways. Amy was
growing into a woman. She was starting to develop breasts and had to
start wearing training bras. You have no idea how excited she was after
she had gone shopping with her mother for her first bras. The next time I
was at her house, she showed them to me. Then she offered to let me put
one on, just so I could see what it felt like. With my arms out in front
of me, she slid them thru the straps and then hooked the band at me back.
The little cups that were to start getting girls used to wearing bras and
to help mold their breasts barely covered what little nipple I had. Still
I was enjoying the feeling of having a bra on.
As soon as I had that bra on, Amy pulled out a pair of her panties, a
sanitary napkin and a dress. We both knew what I was really wanting and
she wanted to help me. That day, I must have spent three hours in that
dress and loved every second of it. As always, I got misty eyed when I
had to take everything off and return to being a boy.
Halloween of our seventh grade year saw us going to a party together.
This time we wore something from the other. Amy wore my football uniform
(complete with pads and helmet) and I wore her cheerleader uniform
(complete with panties under the skirt and a bra under the sweater). We
knew that we would need names to help us be more believable. She selected
the name Jake. And for me, we decided I would be Rebecca (Becki for
short). That would be the name I would start using when I was a girl.
By this time, I had convinced Momma and Daddy that boys wore their hair
longer than when they had been in junior high. That made it a lot easier
for me to look more like a girl when I wore Amy's clothes.
This was also the time that she started wearing makeup. It all started
with a little sheer flavored lip gloss. She had two flavors I loved the
best. One was cherry and the other was strawberry. After she put some on
me, I would constantly be licking my lips just to taste it. But I would
have to make sure to wipe it all off before I went home.
Amy really surprised me for my 14th birthday. That year she gave me some
very special presents. The first was a locket that had a picture of her
in one side and of me (as a girl) in the other. On the back she had
engraved the letters BFF. Also inside was a little brass key.
That key unlocked my second present. She had given me a diary to keep my
secrets in. It was white with hearts and butterflies all over. On the
first page she had written "To my best girlfriend Becki". We both hugged
after I read that and I started to cry all over.
Thinking back on it, I found it strange how much and how often girls cry.
Boys aren't supposed to cry but I never understood why not. They have
feelings like girls but they are supposed to hide them. I loved being
able to show my emotions freely when I was with Amy.
In my diary, I started to record my thoughts and feelings, as well as
what had happened to me that day. I found what I thought was the perfect
hiding place for it, a box in the back of my closet. I didn't want Momma
or Daddy to find it and read it. It would have been so easy for them to
open it even without the key. As for the locket that held the key, I kept
that hidden in a separate place.
Looking back at that diary, one would see the writings of a person that
was on the brink of doing something drastic to remove the pain he (she)
felt. Often I would cry myself to sleep because I knew that in the
morning I would have to be a boy in every way. Many times I would pray
that when I woke up, I would be a girl and all that I had gone thru was
just a very bad dream. But it never happened.
I wanted to be a girl so badly that I would hide magazines for teen aged
girls in my backpack to read after I was supposed to be in bed and
asleep. Amy would let me borrow hers and then we would spend time talking
about the latest boy band, fashion, makeup, and later on, dating.
When I was about 13 and spending the night with Amy (once again both our
parents were out of town), she asked me if I had ever kissed anyone other
than a relative. I blushed and told her no. Then I asked her. To my
surprise she said that she had. In fact she had even had sex with a boy
once.
Of course I was very interested and wanted her to tell me all about it. I
wanted to know things like who the boy was and where had it happened. And
I even wanted to know what it was like for her.
She told me the boy was Matt from math class. He had come to her house
one day while her parents were out. It all started innocent enough. They
had just sat on the couch and were watching a little T.V. when suddenly
he leaned over and kissed her right on the mouth. When the shock wore
off, she let him do it again. This time she kissed him back.
Then, without any warning, she leaned over and kissed me right now the
mouth. Her cherry flavored lip gloss tasted so good and her lips against
mine felt so special. When she finally moved away, we both had a chance
to catch our breath. Then I moved toward her and kissed her. At first it
was a slow kiss but she started to kiss me back.
Let it be enough to say that Amy and I learned a lot about how a girl
reacts and responds to a boy and what a boy would like from a girl. We
had lost our innocence to each other. But it was going to be a long time
before either of us would be ready for sex with someone else. This night
had been a night of exploration for both of us.
The next morning, I woke up to find Amy already up and getting a shower.
I had slept later than I had really wanted to, so I quickly changed back
into my (YUCK!) boy things. Sticking my head into the bathroom, I told
Amy I was going back to my house before anyone could see me. Then I told
her to come over later so we can talk.
I went out the back door and ran to the back door of my house to limit
the chance that anyone would see me leaving. I quickly ran to my room and
got out of my clothes, then took a shower myself. I had just barely
finished and gotten dressed in some clean things when Amy arrived.
As we sat on the couch, we talked about all sorts of things. We discussed
things like the latest fashions, the hottest bands, and finally (once
again) the cute boys at school. Once again she asked me which boy I
thought was the cutest. And once again, I told her I thought that new
boy, Steve, was the cutest boy I had seen there. I even told her I
thought that I would like to have him take me out on a date.
Smiling she said that she had an idea as to how to get him to ask me out.
And with that, she explained her plan. It would involve my leaving notes
for him in his locker.
So the following Monday, our plan to get me a date with Steve started. At
first the notes were just little things like "Hi Steve. So glad you are
here." I would write them and when I was sure no one would see me, I
would slip it into his locker. I left a note a day for a couple of weeks.
Then the notes got a little more personal. They would say things like
"What did you think of lunch today?" or "Did you find the math test real
hard?" Again those sorts of notes were left for him every day for a
couple of weeks. Then, once again, the notes got a bit more personal. Now
I was saying things like "that shirt you wore yesterday looked real good
on you" or I love the way you smiled when you looked in my direction
during English."
I also wrote that I was so glad he made the basketball team. I saw him
playing in the game last night and I thought he was the best player we
have. I cheered so loudly for him when he made those baskets and helped
the team win.
Finally the time came for me to start hinting that maybe we could go out
sometime. The note that finally got him was when I wrote that if he
wanted to find out who I was, he should call my best friend Amy and
arrange a date with me through her. Then I wrote her cell number down.
It was not too surprising when he called just two days later. Lucky for
me, he called while I was at her house. As soon as she found out who it
was on the phone, she put her hand over the speaker, said just "it's him"
and handed me the phone.
We must have talked for about 20 minutes with Amy trying to listen with
me. Finally just before he had to hang up, he asked the all-important
question, "Would you like to go see a movie with me next Saturday?"
I could barely contain my excitement. Of course I told him "I would love
to. What time would you be picking me up?"
"How about if I come by at noon? Then I could treat you to lunch before
the movie."
"That would be great. I'll be ready then." I then gave him my address.
It was going to work out for me. Once again my parents would be out of
town for the weekend on a trip taking care of family business.
As soon as I hung up, I told Amy that I had a date with Steve. We both
hugged and started to giggle. We also started to plan what I was going to
wear. She was such a good friend. She offered to let me wear anything of
hers and she offered to help me with putting on some makeup and getting
my hair just right.
All week I could just barely hide my excitement at going out on my first
date with a boy. Amy often said I giggled a lot when alone with her. My
parents thought I had done something wonderful at school and kept asking
me about it. And at school, when I would see Steve, my heart would
flutter and skip a beat. Often just the sight of him made me smile and
feel so happy.
Finally the big day came. Amy came over by way of the back door to help
me get ready. In the bag she brought was the outfit I was going to wear.
She brought a pair of her cute hip hugger panties (white with pink rose
buds and pink trim, a white bra (which we padded with socks to make it
look like I had boobs), her white pleated skirt (knee length), a pink
polo style top, and black ballet style flats. She also had a silver purse
for me to carry my things in.
At her suggestion, I took a shower and managed to shave my legs so they
were silky smooth. Then I smooth lotion all over myself. As I got
dressed, I remembered to put a maxi pad into my panties (I wanted to
whole girly experience).
As soon as I was out of the shower, and had dried off, I started dressing
for my very first date with a boy. Talk about being excited! Putting on
those things Amy had let me borrow was a whole new experience. I had worn
her things before but this time I felt so much like a girl. It was like I
had just started to live. I was really feeling very girly and pretty by
the time I had finished putting on that skirt and top.
Then it was time for my makeup and hair. It wasn't anything too extreme.
Just enough to make me look even more girly than I already did. My hair
was brushed and left down around my ears. Amy even managed to give me
some whisky bangs that ended just above my eye brows.
Then, with her help, I put on some cherry flavored lip gloss that had
just a hint of pink color to it. I still remember how it made my lips
look, in my opinion, very kissable. I hoped Steve would think they were.
The next thing to be taken care of was my nails. Amy had brought a bottle
of candy apple pink nail polish for me. As she watched, I polished each
of my finger nails. Then I held them out to show her my work. I was so
glad we had done our nails before. I felt good about my ability to do a
good job of putting on the polish. And Amy agreed I did a nice job.
The last thing Amy did for me before we decided I was ready was to put a
pair of little silver ball earrings on my ears. These balls had a little
magnet on them and were help in place by a second magnet. Because the
second magnet could not be seen behind my earlobe, it looked like I had
pierced ears.
We had just barely finished getting me ready when the doorbell rang. As I
opened the door, there he stood. It was Steve and before I could say
anything, my heart started to pound away under my bra. He was so handsome
in his Dockers and polo shirt. When he saw me, his eyes got so wide with
surprise.
With a little coy smile I said, "Hi Steve. I'm Becki."
"Hi Becki. It is so nice to finally meet you. You had me wondering just
who you are with all those notes you left for me. Why don't I remember
seeing you at school? It sounded like we have some of the same classes."
Giggling a little I said, "Maybe you just haven't noticed me."
"Trust me; I would have noticed a girl as pretty as you!"
I just blushed in response.
Then he said, "Are you ready to go? My mom is waiting to drive us to the
theater. There is a hamburger place next to it where we can have a quick
lunch before the movie starts."
"Let me get my purse and then I will be ready."
I left him standing at the door while I got the purse Amy was letting me
use. She had been hiding in the living room the whole time I was talking
to Steve. As I grabbed the purse, she gave me a sisterly hug and
whispered, "Good luck 'Becki'. I hope you have a good time and let me
know what happens."
"Trust me, I will." And with that, I walked to his mother's car and left
for the first date I would ever have with a boy.
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