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My Wonderful Obsession Part 10: Summer Love I was still on cloud nine when we walked in the front door, even though it meant life for me would have to go back to normal - well, as normal as my life could ever be! But I knew that being a girl full-time wouldn't be part of it. How sad! Mom and I set our carry-on bags down and glanced around the front entry, the living room and the kitchen ... no mess! I was amazed, and Mom looked totally relieved. Our eyes met and we smiled knowingly at each other. I took the opportunity to go over to Mom and give her a kiss and a huge hug. "Mom, you're so cool. I'll never forget this trip ... ever! Thank you SO much." Before she had a chance to answer, Phil brought our bags in and asked if we wanted them taken to our rooms. "Philip!" Mom said, sounding surprised. "What's happened to you? We'll have to go away more often!" He just shook his head and nodded in Natalie's direction. There was a phone message from Julia. Her Mom was planning a pool party at their house and I was invited, along with Kath and the other girls who worked for them - including their boyfriends. Julia wanted me to call her back to let her know if I was coming, which I did, even though the prospect was scary for me. At least I'd be expected to be a girl for this event, so my bathing suit tan wouldn't look out of place. But I was worried how Julia would react when she saw how feminine I actually looked now! On the day of the party, I got myself ready at home. First I tucked myself into the gaff with a lot more care than usual. Hopefully, if the other girls saw the tiny bulge left at my crotch, they'd think I was wearing a pad. After pulling on my new bathing suit, I inspected myself in my full-length mirror. 'What a bod,' I thought. 'I can't believe how that thing makes me look so female down there'. My friends who knew my secret, Kath, Julia, and her Mom, were all in for a surprise! Would they think I'd had a sex change? 'Hmm,' I said aloud as I found my wrap, promising myself that I'd wear it as much as possible. I also decided not to use any eye makeup - just some lip gloss with sunblock that I'd bought in California. But my nails were still long and hot pink - and I wasn't ready to give them up yet! When I was finished, I got my courage up and phoned Kath to tell her I was ready to go and she could come over. The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and I opened the door expecting to get a big reaction. I should have known better. Kath gave me the once-over and simply shrugged, "Looks like you're all set. I'm going to change when we get there." Kath was carrying her Karaoke machine, saying that Julia had asked her to bring it along. Mom couldn't attend the party, but she was able to drop me and Kath off at the Taylors' house. Mr. Taylor greeted us at the door, and directed us to their large back yard where they had a very nice swimming pool surrounded by a stone patio and lots of lounge chairs. Kristen and Sarah and two boys were already there, so we did introductions and found chairs to park in. I took a minute to check out what the other girls were wearing. Sarah, who had skin coloring like me, wore a pink one-piece that was cut a lot like mine - high on the hips with a totally open back, bra straps tied behind the neck. Kristen had fair skin and hair, and she had on a sky-blue two-piece that looked perfect on her. Rachel was the next to arrive, and she came alone. Her hair was flat- out blonde, like Natalie's, and she looked terrific in her red one- piece suit. Kath, who had gone back in the house to change, emerged wearing the one-piece black suit she'd had on last time I went swimming with her the year before. But her body was definitely more developed! 'Her tomboy days are almost over,' I thought, noting that her breasts looked bigger than they did the year before when she flashed me in the change room. I was feeling overheated in the bright sun, so I decided to slip into the pool, and carried on chit-chatting with the others while standing there with my arms crossed on the surrounding deck, my big movie-star sunglasses covering my eyes. Julia emerged from the house with a big pitcher of iced tea in one hand and glasses in the other, and said hellos all around. I'm sure she didn't recognize me at first, especially with my long, wavy hair and bright pink nails in full view. I was right! "Oh, it's you, Sandy! I was wondering who the party-crasher was ... uh, nice tan." 'She doesn't sound too thrilled,' I thought - 'all she mentioned was the tan. Good thing she can't see the rest of me!' Soon Jill and her boyfriend arrived, and everyone including Julia's parents were outside enjoying themselves, so I reluctantly pulled myself out of the water and scurried over to my chair, not making eye contact with anyone. When I got settled with my wrap in place, I looked around and saw that Julia and her Mom were staring at me. 'They must have noticed something was missing between my legs,' I thought nervously. 'Oh well, might as well just go with the flow...' So I tried to stop worrying about how I looked and concentrated on relaxing and having fun. No problem there - the party was a riot! Mr. Taylor was clearly enjoying hanging out with all us young people - especially the girls - and he kept us entertained with one bad joke after another. At least until Julia pleaded with him to clam up before she died of embarrassment. But he was back at it again as soon as she went into the house to help bring food out. And the food was great, but no surprise there since I'm talking about the Taylors! We also sang a ton of Karaoke songs. It was perfect because we had lots of voices of both sexes, so we got to hear all the men's songs that Kath and I never sang. We were so loud that I was worried the neighbors would complain, but nothing happened - well, I did hear whistling and clapping from across the back fence after I did one of my Patsy Cline turns! We stayed outside all afternoon and well into the evening, cooling off in the pool, playing games like charades, singing, and just visiting too. The sun had just gone down when everyone began singing 'Happy Birthday' ... to me! Mrs. Taylor appeared from behind me carrying a chocolate cake with sparklers burning, and when the song ended, said "Sandy was forced to spend her sixteenth birthday at Disneyland, the poor dear, so we decided to give her a proper party - and a proper birthday cake! Many happy returns, Sandy." "Thank you so much, Mrs. Taylor - you didn't have to do all this for me." "It's our pleasure, Sandy. We just thought you'd like to celebrate your sixteenth birthday with some of your friends." "Sweet sixteen and never been kissed!" Sarah called out. "Who gets to be the lucky guy, Sandy?" "I'll volunteer if she'd like one now!" said Kristen's boyfriend, which immediately earned him a dirty look and a punch in the arm. Julia just stared at me with a smug look on her face. I could barely imagine how she was feeling about all this. We all enjoyed cake and ice cream, then sat around a while longer chit- chatting, until it started getting a little too cool to be outside. So everyone moved inside, and went down into their huge family room to watch some videos. Julia pulled me aside and motioned for me to follow her to her bedroom. I was still wearing my bathing suit and wrap, since it's all I brought with me. "Julia, do you have a tee shirt you can loan me?" I asked. "Sure," was her one-syllable reply. "Okay, Sandy, I just want to know where you're at with this being a girl thing," she said after closing her door behind us. "I was totally blown away when I saw you - I almost didn't recognize you, you look so ... so ..." "You mean so female? Yeah, I guess I kind of went over the top, didn't I?" "I'll say you did! But you're also like, missing something that boys are supposed to have between their legs, aren't you?" "Well, I wasn't about to wear a bathing suit and expose any big secrets, if that's what you're getting at. I have a thong that, like, keeps everything tucked up out of sight." Julia undid my wrap and ran her hands over the fabric of my bathing suit, feeling for the 'thong'. "Don't do that too much, kiddo, or I won't be able to keep hiding it," I said. Julia looked at me with a wicked smile. "Oh, so I could really embarrass you if I didn't think you were being nice to me, is that right?" "Well, I'm always super nice to you, so you don't have to. Look, Julia, you know what's going on, like, why I have to wear stuff like this. And you know how much I like being your boyfriend. This is really awkward for both of us." "Oh, I dunno Sandy. You really seem to enjoy playing the beach babe today. And the trouble is, you're totally convincing. It's just that I really want a boyfriend that looks like one. Can we do some things this summer as boyfriend and girlfriend?" "I'm all for that. Let's make some plans and do it." I hoped I'd smoothed the waters a bit, but when I went to give Julia a hug she pulled away. "I'd rather not hug you when you look like such a hot chick," she said, a little humor in her voice thankfully. "But after the dance, and now this, you're gonna owe me a lot of quality boy time." Julia told me I could start paying her back by hanging out with her on an upcoming weekend later in July when her parents would be away with her brother Shane at a summer league baseball tournament in nearby Louisville. I readily agreed. ***** Just as she said she would, Mom made a doctor's appointment for me. But to my huge relief, Dr. Morris's office gave me a referral to an endocrinologist without my having to see him first. Mom took me to see the specialist, Dr. Cooper, who was a tall, very friendly-looking thirty-ish woman with short brown hair. To be on the safe side, I'd removed my nail polish, trimmed my nails, and brushed my hair back behind my ears before the appointment. I'd also worn only boy clothes, being concerned that the doctor wouldn't like me if I looked overtly effeminate. I needn't have worried, as it turned out. After we got started, Mom had to 'spill the beans' about giving me birth control pills, which seemed to horrify Dr. Cooper, judging by her facial expression, and I was grilled about the whole affair as well. We went over the predictable stuff, like "How could you take something not meant for you without a doctor's consent?" and "You may have caused permanent changes to your body". Mom was so stressed out she was almost in tears, but I tried my best to be positive and assertive. "Dr. Cooper, I already know what I've done wasn't the smartest thing. But it's done and I don't have any regrets at all. The pills did what I hoped they would do, and I like who I am and I really want to stay like this." The doctor proceeded to ask me a ton of questions, jotting notes on her pad as I answered. She didn't seem overly annoyed with me, and that was a relief - instead she seemed to be treating the interview as a kind of research project. She also had me stand while she inspected me physically, taking measurements and having me unbutton my top so she could check out my breast development. "Well, I'm going to order some blood tests to be sure, but from what I gather, it seems that by taking that double dosage at the beginning, you managed to shut down your body's production of testosterone, and by continuing to take contraceptives, it hasn't been able to recover. I've seen medical literature suggesting this can happen, but the dosage and the timing would have to be exactly right." She fixed me with a stern look. "Sandy, you may have prevented yourself from fathering children. How does that make you feel?" I'd never considered an outcome like that! A cold shivery feeling fell over me. "Uh ... I don't know, I really never thought about that. It doesn't sound too good, I guess." Mom looked pale. I knew I'd be talking this one over with her later. "Maybe I should wait to see what my tests say." "Yes, Sandy, that's what we're going to do, but a blood test may not tell us much about whether you're able to produce sperm or not. But we'll start there and decide what happens next. Excuse me ..." She then left the room, and a nurse came in a minute later to take the blood sample from me. Not my favorite thing at all! When that was over, Dr. Cooper returned. "Okay," she said, looking at Mom, "we'll need to make another appointment for next week so we can go over Sandy's results." Then she turned to me. "I want to thank you for being so honest with me about what happened. I'm sure it wasn't easy." I nodded. "Sure, Dr. Cooper, and thanks for not yelling at me." She laughed, "Oh, how could I do that? What's done is done. But I also found your story quite fascinating, and I'd like very much to learn more about you if you don't mind." I felt more relaxed for the first time. "Sure, anything at all, Doctor, I'll be happy to tell you anything you want to know." "That's wonderful. And by the way, I have a little confession. I didn't look closely at your chart before you came in, so I didn't realize you were a boy until your mother was part way through her story. If I looked a little shocked it was because I had assumed you were a girl, and the story didn't make any sense at first. Did you look this way even before you started taking the Pill?" Mom answered, "Oh, yes, Sandy always looked more like a girl. You should have seen him when he was younger ..." "Mom!" I cut her off. "Don't start about the clothes, please." That got Dr. Cooper's attention. "I shouldn't pry, but what was it about clothes?" I paused, then decided to tell her. "Well, when I was little, Mom used to dress me in girls' clothes all the time. I was supposed to be a girl, so she had lots of donated stuff all ready to go. It's no big deal for me, I think it was kind of cute. But I'm very self-conscious about her telling other people about it." "Understandably," Dr. Cooper said. "But that story might be important just the same. How would you feel about talking with a psychologist? Sometimes the big picture's made up of several smaller ones. It would be interesting to find out more, if that would be okay with you." "Sure, whatever you think, Doctor. Like I said, I'd be happy to help." "That's great. So we'll see you again next week?" she said, handing Mom an appointment card. We both thanked her and left. As I expected, Mom and I talked about it all the way home, and after we got there as well. I think we both felt a little better knowing there was an expert on my case now. ***** The following Friday evening, just before Julia's family was to leave for Louisville, we worked a catering gig at a local golf and country clubhouse - a retirement party as I recall. We all wore our pretty summer dresses, much to my delight, as I loved the cooler feel of bare shoulders and legs, not to mention my new strappy sandals with the heel, which went well with the outfit. There were a lot of older folks at the party and I got lots of stares from the men and compliments from some of the women. Julia had requested and received permission from her Dad to allow her 'girlfriend' Sandy to sleep over that night after work. My Mom had also agreed, amazingly. But Julia's Mom didn't find out about it until we were driving back to their place after finishing up at the venue. "Why am I only hearing about this now?" Mrs. Taylor demanded. Julia's Dad spoke up, "Oh, don't make a big deal about it, Miranda. The girls never have sleepovers, and this is as good a time as any to have one. It's just the two of them keeping each other company, so what's the problem?" Everyone but Mr. Taylor and Shane knew what the 'problem' was - but once again, Julia had outmaneuvered her mother. She had nothing to say but, "Sandy, is this okay with your Mom?" "Uh, yes, I asked her and she's fine with it." I felt very uncomfortable! Nothing more was said about it till we got to their house, whereupon Mrs. Taylor showed me to the guest bedroom. It wouldn't be a typical teen girls' sleepover, where the girls usually sleep at least three to a bed! It was very late, so I quickly changed into my pajamas and joined Julia, who already had hers on, downstairs in the family room watching a movie. I don't think she knew I owned girls' sleepwear, judging by the surprised look on her face. "What are you looking at?" I whispered to her. "Did you think I'd be wearing men's PJ's around your house?" "No, I expected you'd have a negligee on, of course," she replied dryly. That little joke kind of put me at ease, so I parked next to her on the couch, and in no time we were snuggling up close to keep warm. That was probably a bad idea, because soon I was totally captivated by Julia's aroma and the amazing sensation of being so close to someone I loved and found sexually attractive. Luckily I had my gaff on, or it might have been a 'real big' problem! As it was, it felt quite uncomfortable straining against the gaff, so I did my best to focus on the movie, and tried to keep some distance between the two of us. A while later, Julia's parents came downstairs to give her a hug and kiss goodnight, and goodbye, since they'd be up very early with Shane to leave by seven-thirty, and we'd still be fast asleep. I even got a peck on the forehead from Mrs. Taylor, who then took Julia aside and whispered something to her for a few seconds. I saw Julia nod solemnly, then they left and she came back and snuggled up to me once again. I was getting very sleepy long before the movie was over, so I lay down and put my head on her lap and closed my eyes, just totally loving her smell and the feeling of closeness. But Julia started caressing my hair, face and neck, and that made the tingles go all over my body ... I couldn't help turning my face up to hers, and pulling her head down for a long, deep kiss. Heaven!!! Luckily Julia was smarter than me, and soon she pulled back, whispering, "Don't do that, Sandy! My folks are still here - what if they come back to check up on us or something?" That cooled me off a bit, so I nodded and turned my head back to the TV again. After what seemed like only a few seconds, Julia was gently shaking me, saying, "Wake up, my little rosebud! The movie's over - of course, you slept through the best part." "Umm, can we watch it again tomorrow?" "Not really - you're supposed to go home after we have breakfast. Mom's instructions ..." She didn't sound too thrilled about that, but I wasn't the least bit surprised. Although, looking back, I also should have known that Julia would always try to bend her parents' rules to suit her own preferences. Julia shut the TV off and we both went to the bathroom to do our teeth at the twin sinks. "Aren't you going to take off your makeup?" Julia asked through a mouthful of toothpaste. "Oh, yeah, I guess I should - do you have some wipes? ... Thanks." I carefully wiped off the small amount of eyeliner and mascara I'd put on for the event, but my nails still had clear gloss on them. I waved a few fingers at Julia - "Okay if I don't take off my nail polish? I'm too tired." "Well, okay, but I might make you do it tomorrow if you're not nice to me." I wondered what 'nice' meant! We gave each other a quick kiss on the lips and went to our separate rooms, where in minutes we were both fast asleep. The next thing I remember was the sensation of being on a ship ... the floor seemed to be moving, and I was dancing with a handsome man I didn't know. I was wearing a long, strapless, backless ball gown made of white taffeta material, and when I looked down I could see silky- smooth cleavage between two perfectly formed breasts. I could feel them pressing hard against the tuxedo the man had on. I could also feel something pressing hard against my abdomen. He was saying, "I love you, Alexandra." Just then I felt two hands against my shoulder blades, shaking me, and the man's voice was now a girl's voice, saying, "Time to get up, sleepy head!" I lifted my face from the pillow and turned in the direction of the voice, trying to open my eyes in the bright sunlight streaming through the window. Then it all made sense, sort of ... my backless, strapless ball gown was the top sheet of my bed, pulled down almost to my waist to expose my bare back. I had been lying face down, and my growing breasts were pressing a little uncomfortably into the mattress. I must have been too warm, because my pajama top was gone. And the hard thing that was pressing on my stomach was my own very erect penis! What an amazing, sensual dream that had been. I was SO aroused! Too bad Julia had spoiled it. But it wasn't really spoiled after all, as I was about to discover. Julia began caressing my long hair, exposing my neck which she stroked softly, then unexpectedly she lay down next to me and began kissing my neck and ear. This wasn't going to calm me down one bit! I eagerly returned her kisses, and soon we were locked in a passionate embrace kissing each other all over our faces, necks and shoulders, and running our hands all over each other's bodies. My eyes were still mostly closed, and when I was finally able to open them, I saw that Julia was wearing a very pretty, short baby-blue nightie. I ran one of my hands down the sensuous fabric and when my hand touched bare skin on her thigh, then slid back up to her bottom, I discovered that she had nothing at all on underneath! But at that very moment, one of her hands touched my very erect penis, and immediately she closed it firmly around me. The huge wave of tingles that caused was more powerful than anything I'd ever experienced before! She continued to play with me, stroking me and kissing me full on the lips the whole time. I almost went crazy from the sensations! Just then Julia let go and said, "Don't move, I'll be right back." I was panting, but still had the presence of mind to grab my pajama top and put it back on - Julia might have found one of my secret parts, but I didn't want her to see the other two on my chest! A few seconds later Julia was back beside me. "What's with the top?" she asked in a pained voice. "You know how shy I am ... can't have you knowing all my secrets." Did I just say that? But I think Julia took that as though I was just playing hard to get, because she seemed to get even more interested, if that was possible! "Okay, be like that - but I'm only wearing one thing, so that's all you get too. Which one's coming off, Alexander?" I thought by taking off my pajama bottom I'd call her bluff, and I was right ... when I did, she immediately jumped on me again and we picked up where we left off. After a long session of heavy kissing and petting, with both of us exploring each other's crotch areas with our hands, we temporarily came up for air. Julia put her face close to my face. Her natural fragrance was so strong, and her gorgeous eyes were locked to mine. For a long moment, neither of us said anything, and the sound of our breathing and hearts beating was all either of us could hear. Then, slowly, Julia pushed herself up off the bed with her arms, and made me roll over onto my back. She positioned herself atop my thighs, with her legs straddling me and her crotch so close to my penis that I could feel a ticklish sensation from her pubic hair. But I couldn't see it because she had draped her nightie over me. While we continued to gaze at each other, both of her hands slipped under the sexy garment and found me again, closing gently around me. I thought I couldn't stand another second of this, but then she released her grip and reached over with one hand to the nightstand. I glanced for a moment at what she had picked up - it was a condom package! Julia ripped it open, took out the contents and began to unroll it over me until I was fully wrapped. Then the most amazing, surreal thing that had ever happened to me started to unfold. Julia slowly lifted herself off my legs, and moved her body forward until I could feel my tip up against something very warm and soft. Julia's left hand found me again, and then she moved me slightly until I felt her weight pressing down on me. She released me, and took both of my hands in hers, opening my palms and placing them on her hips. I could feel her body moving slowly from side to side, back and forth, as she put more and more weight directly down onto me. I could feel more and more pressure, and more and more warmth, on the tip of my penis. It was so unbelievably exciting, I felt like I was going to explode at any moment, but I didn't ... yet. I thought I was only inside Julia a little, but all I could see when I looked there was the hem of her nightie draped in front of where all the 'action' was. She was putting more and more pressure down on me, and it was starting to feel quite uncomfortable, when suddenly she gave a loud gasp, her pubic area met mine and I realized that I was all the way inside her. Julia had tears in her eyes, and then I realized I did too! Neither of us were virgins anymore! We stayed like that for a minute or more - Julia was completely filled inside with my totally erect penis, and I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have her vagina all around me. Then she began moving back and forth again, slowly, her eyes closed. I kept my hands on her hips, and her hands moved up to my shoulders, her arms rigid. Before I knew what I was doing, I was thrusting my pelvis up and down, sliding my penis in and out as much as I could. Julia cooperated by lifting herself up slightly, and I responded by increasing how much I slid in and out. I could feel a huge amount of sexual tension building, building, and building even more, if that was possible ... All of a sudden a million stars exploded in my head and all throughout my body! A massive wave of relief washed all over me! I'd never felt anything even remotely like this before, and I doubt that I ever felt anything like it since, either. My hands pulled Julia's body down so she was lying on top of me, and our lips found each other again in passionate kisses. I tried to move my penis inside her a bit more, but the intensity of feeling at the tip was way too much! "I love you, Julia, I love you, I love you ..." was all I could think to say. "I love you too, Alexander," she whispered. "Now don't you think it's more fun to be a boy?" "Oh, man, is it ever!" I replied, still panting from the amazing experience of my first orgasm. "But only with you." "That's why you should marry me - you'd get lots and lots of treats like that, you know." "What about treats for you? You deserve to have some too. How can I return the favor?" "I don't know, maybe you can. You just relax for a minute first. You look like you've had a rough time!" "If that's a rough time, I'd like to see a miserable time ... no, wait, I don't think I could handle any more than that." We just laid there for another minute or so, then Julia slowly pulled herself off me. When I looked at myself, I was still mostly erect inside the condom - it had a little bit of blood on it, which I knew from my reading about female anatomy that it was from tearing Julia's hymen. I got up and went into the bathroom to clean up, and when I returned I was a little shocked to find Julia lying on her side, head propped up on an elbow, the bright sunshine illuminating her totally nude body. She had the most perfectly formed breasts, and for an instant I felt jealous. She must have noticed my amazed expression. "Okay, lover boy, no clothes allowed now - take off your top." 'Oh, no,' I thought - 'she'll see some things I don't want her to see.' So before I took it off, I laid down next to her and let her help me remove it, hoping her eyes would stay locked to mine. They did, and we embraced, wrapping our bodies around each other for maximum skin contact, and resumed our passionate kissing, our hands exploring each other's arms, backs, butts and crotches. This went on for a long time, and I could feel Julia's excitement level increasing as her kisses became more urgent. We were on our sides facing each other when, all at once, Julia rolled over onto her back and, opening her legs, guided my right hand straight to her vulva. "Touch me here," she breathed. My fingertips found a very warm, wet opening, and, still guided by her hand, made little caressing circles around the spot. Julia's panting grew louder as I continued to stroke her there, and as I did she gave me a few more cues like "softer", "higher", or "slower." I propped myself up on my left elbow for a better position, and saw that Julia's chest was all covered with red blotches. She put her right arm around my back, pulling me closer. "Put your finger in me ... please," she implored, and I did as she asked, sliding my middle finger into her warm, wet vagina as far as it could go. This made her jump and moan a little, and her hand, still on top of mine, made me tighten my grip around her crotch. Then she moved her pelvis round and round a little, which I interpreted as a signal to move my finger round and round in sync with her movements. "It's perfect, it's perfect!" Julia blurted in a high squeaky voice, and with that she increased the speed of her movements. Now her entire chest and face were red, and as I put my mouth back on hers, her tongue eagerly found mine. That wonderful taste and aroma again! I was just going to say something when Julia broke off the kiss first, her whole body convulsing, and she let out a long, loud cry of pleasure. I stopped moving my fingers, but she ordered me to keep doing it, and in a few seconds she cried out again ... and then again! When Julia calmed a bit, she made my hand stop moving and clamped her thighs tightly together on it, holding me close and tight. "Kiss me, Sandy," she breathed, so we spent the next few minutes kissing tenderly, our naked bodies locked together in a tight embrace. "You gave me a huge treat ... actually three huge treats," Julia told me when our lips finally parted. "I heard good things come in threes." "I wouldn't know, I only had one," I kidded her. But I was sure my one was at least as good as all three of hers. "You can have more any time you like, Sandy," she whispered ... and I believed her. "So did you plan all this, Julia darling?" I inquired, changing the subject a little. "Or do I even have to ask?" "You should know me by now," she replied, "I always plan things and I like to have my way." "I suspected as much ... you sure had your way with me, didn't you?" "Oh, so you're mister goody-two-shoes now! That must have been such a terrible thing for you, being taken advantage of like that. How awful for you!" That made me laugh out loud, and I snuggled closer to her again, pulling the sheets over us. We French-kissed for a long time, and before I knew it I was fully erect again. Julia noticed and had her hand back around me ... and then the phone rang. "It's my Mom calling - I'd better answer it!" Julia said as she jumped out of the bed and, grabbing her nightie, ran to the kitchen. I watched her nude body leave the room and realized how gorgeous it was. Another wave of jealousy swept over me! Julia was definitely in better shape than she was a year earlier. Her thighs and legs were noticeably sleeker, and she had a wonderfully formed bottom. 'She must be working out, or maybe she's finally losing her baby fat,' I thought. I decided to put on my pajamas again, and joined her in the kitchen where she was just hanging up the phone. "So what's up?" I asked. "Mom said she was going to phone and wake us up after they got to Louisville, and that was her. She says a guy's coming this morning to do some work on our pool, and I have to unlock the shed for him." "I guess that means we have to get dressed and be on our best behavior." "Yeah, something like that. I bet Mom planned this to make sure we couldn't do what we just did, Sandy." "Ha!" I laughed, pulling her close to me, "Looks like you're not the only one who knows how to make plans around here!" "Except MINE actually work out, honey," she said, congratulating herself by planting a big wet kiss on my cheek. "But we'd better do what you said." We both went to our bedrooms to put clothes on. But when I emptied my duffel bag, I realized that I'd accidentally packed my white jean skirt instead of the white shorts I'd meant to bring. Not having a choice, I slipped it on with nothing underneath. A few minutes later we were back in the kitchen getting some breakfast. Julia didn't seem overly pleased with what I was wearing. "So how is it that I'm the girl here and I'm wearing jeans, and you're the boy but you have a skirt on?" "Oh, I don't know ... maybe it's because the girl in jeans set the boy up so he'd HAVE to wear a skirt?" "Okay, okay, keep rubbing it in ... so maybe not all my plans work out as well as I'd like them to. But you have my permission to look like a boy from now on." "That's easy for you to say - I still need the job, and the job means looking like a girl. Well, at least until my voice changes, but then what? Your Dad still thinks I'm a girl, so how's this going to work having a girl for your boyfriend?" "I'll think of something, don't you worry about that." She shrugged, "Even if I tell him the truth, he probably won't freak out too much." "Okay, but if we get married you need to promise me he won't tell everyone about this during his toast to the groom - I'd have to crawl in a hole and die!" Julia leaned back her head and laughed out loud. "God, that would be insane! You're right, Sandy, things really can get complicated. I need to plan a little more carefully in the future." We were finishing a big plate of scrambled eggs and toast when the doorbell rang. Julia grabbed a key from a rack on the wall and answered the door, then came back to join me. "It's all good, I just told him to leave the key in the mailbox when he was done," she said with music in her voice. "We can go pick up where we left off, honey bunch!" With that she put her hands around my face and kissed me again. How wonderful her lips were! "Uhh ... I know you don't like me in a skirt ... maybe I should take it off ... at my house instead," I managed to say between long kisses. She already had a hand under my skirt stroking me, and I was responding very quickly! "You don't need to do anything," she said, leading me back to the bedroom. "I'm going to help you catch up to me." The doorbell rang again at that very moment! Julia had to go back to the front door, leaving me standing in the hall with a very noticeable bump in the front of my skirt. I heard her talking to a lady, and I heard the door close again. Julia came back and had a disappointed look on her face. "It's the cleaning lady," she said dejectedly. "I guess our fun's over for now ... I'm sorry, Sandy." I took her hand and whispered, "I'm not sorry - I had an unbelievable time with you. Anyway, we still get to hang out. Why don't we go for a walk somewhere?" "Remember, I wanted a boyfriend - you don't exactly look like one yet." I laughed and said, "Okay, let's take the bus to my house and I'll get rid of all this girl stuff. I promise you can have your boyfriend back." With that we gathered up some things, said goodbye to the cleaning lady, and headed for the bus stop. Mom wasn't home when we arrived, so I went upstairs and removed my nail polish, tied my hair back with a rubber band, and put on one of my boy tee shirts, a pair of jean shorts, and sneakers. When Julia saw me she looked relieved. "Finally - there's the Sandy I like best!" But I realized that her clothing was almost identical to mine, so I pointed that out. "Not to be picky or anything, but you didn't want your boyfriend looking like a girl. So am I justified if I don't like my girlfriend looking like a boy?" That caught Julia off guard. She thought about it for a moment, then said, "But I like these clothes. Anyway, girls can wear whatever they want." "Oh, so we have a double standard here!" I smiled. "Why shouldn't boys be able to wear what they want, too?" "Well, that's 'cause they'd look silly in dresses ..." Julia caught herself. "Umm ... well, you don't exactly look silly in a dress - you look better in a dress than most girls do. But you're still a boy and I think you should look like one ... I guess my argument didn't make much sense, did it?" My smile changed to a laugh. "No, it didn't. And I think you lost it too. C'mon!" I led her upstairs to my room. "If we're going to be boyfriend and girlfriend today, we're both going to look the part." I opened my closet and started sorting through the clothes I'd bought on shopping trips with Natalie and in California. "My God, Sandy, where did you get all this stuff? You've got more girls' clothes than I do!" "That's because, unlike you, I'm not afraid to go shopping. Now, let's see what we can put you in ... how convenient we're the same size!" I picked out a couple of dresses and held them up to Julia. One was the beautiful sleeveless white eyelet dress I wore on my birthday, back to its former glory after a visit to the drycleaner. "You own this dress??" asked Julia incredulously. "Have you worn it?" "It was my birthday suit," I replied. "I think you should try it on." Julia began to object, but I wasn't listening this time. I demonstrated how serious I was by helping her take her tee shirt and jeans off. "Uh, one small problem - you can't wear your bra with this dress." "I like it better already," she said, and before I knew it her bra was on my bed. There were those gorgeous breasts again - so much bigger and nicer than mine! She held her arms straight up and I slid the dress down over her body, then did up the buttons at the back as Julia arranged her boobs for the best fit. I had her stand in front of my big mirror so she could check herself out as I admired the result. The dress definitely fit Julia better than me - she had fuller hips, and her bigger bust filled the cups perfectly, showing a very nice indent above the sweetheart bodice. "So what do you think?" I asked. "I think it's divine!" Julia squealed. "It FEELS wonderful too - the lining's so silky smooth." "I know - see, that's what I'm getting at. You girls have no idea how good you've got it. You can look like a tomboy one minute and a goddess the next. And you used the right word - you get to feel divine. How fun is that!" Julia looked at me with a bit of a smirk. "Yes, and you just remember, you might be able to have fun like this now, but not for long. You'll be a real man soon ... thankfully." "Don't I know it. So promise you won't be upset with me if I like, take advantage of this short time in my life." "I'll try to be understanding. But like, this is totally weird you know. If I'm going to borrow my boyfriend's clothes, I don't expect them to be ... like this!" "Aw, just go with it and have fun. But hey, like now that I've got you in my favorite dress, you have to take it off and try something else. We can save this one for a nice romantic date. We're going walking, so you need to wear something that goes with your white sneakers." "Like what?" "Try on my white jean skirt. I can find you a belt if your waist's too skinny." We cooperated to get the dress off, then Julia pulled on the short skirt without bothering to put her bra back on! I could feel my penis reacting to the wonderful view. The skirt fit her nicely, if a bit on the snug side, but she seemed to be okay with it, other than commenting on how short it was. I held the bra straps open for her, like Kath had done for me, and fastened it at the back. Then I brought out a few peasant-style tops, Julia picked one she liked, and I helped her put it on. It was one of my favorites from Disneyland. Julia now looked exactly as I did when Mom and I were doing the Park. "Okay, sweetheart, let's add a little extra pizazz ..." I said, nudging her into my bathroom, where I applied some eyeliner and mascara, then finished with one of my lipsticks. She looked amazing, even with just a little makeup. "Your face is so pretty," I told her sincerely, and the appreciative look she gave me back was all the reply I needed. "I still feel weird borrowing my boyfriend's clothes - and makeup too." "Well, one of us has to wear nice stuff. If you did it more often, maybe I wouldn't have to." "Really, you don't say ... that sounds like a challenge, Sandy Johnson." "Maybe it is, Julia Taylor." We went back downstairs to grab a bite of lunch before setting out on our walk, and Mom came home while we were eating. "Oh, Sandy, you're home ... hi Julia," Mom said as she walked into the kitchen, then she did a double-take. "Sandy, are those your clothes Julia's wearing?" "Yes they are, Mom. Don't you think they look a lot better on her? After all, she's a real girl you know." "Uh, yes, I did know that, Sandy. They do look nice on her. But why's she wearing them?" "'Cause she looks way better dressed like a girl. And we're going out on a walking date, so I told her since I was the boy she had to be the girl. She doesn't have any clothes like these, so I'm letting her borrow mine." I don't think Mom felt the need to hear any more, so she simply shrugged and said "Okay," and we tidied up, grabbed a daypack, a camera and couple of water bottles, then walked out the door. The bus stop was in the opposite direction to Kath's house, which meant we wouldn't get any unplanned company. We took the bus to Mt. Echo Park, a place Kath and I had visited many times, and spent the rest of the afternoon walking the park's forested paths, holding hands and talking about how we felt about our relationship, sitting at the viewpoints with our arms around each other, and even playing on the swings in the playgrounds. And we did a LOT of kissing. I couldn't get enough of that girl's luscious lips. Every time I looked at her - the clothes, the pretty face - I felt very attracted and told her how much I appreciated her appearance. "So what's it been like wearing that outfit all day?" I asked Julia as we were strolling through one of the park's open areas in the bright sunshine. She slowed to a stop, then put her arms around my neck, putting her face right up to mine. "You win, Sandy. It feels very nice on me. I was a little nervous about showing so much of my legs, but I love the feeling of this skirt - kinda sexy." 'I know exactly what you mean,' I thought. "You are SO sexy, Julia Taylor. I still can't get over what happened this morning. Whatever possessed you to do that with me?" Julia's face was still almost touching mine. "It's like I said ... I love you and I want you to be my man. I thought maybe you could use a little taste of what that would be like." "A little taste? More like a huge feast!" I laughed. "And I love you too." With that, I pulled her close and kissed her long and hard. Kind of like how my penis was feeling at that very moment. Later in the day we went to a little caf? outside the park and had a snack, then we caught the bus back to my house just as darkness was falling. Mom was waiting inside for us. "How was your date?" she asked as we plopped down on stools at the kitchen island. "Oh, Mrs. Johnson, we had such a great time," Julia answered. "We went to a park and just spent some quality time together, like, walking, playing on swings, sitting around chatting ... it was the best day I ever had!" "Even better than the spring dance in ninth grade?" I prodded, while thinking of all the amazing things that had happened since waking up, and tending to agree with her. "Um, well, that one was pretty amazing ... but you were with me that time too." "Yeah, and you were dressed like a girl then, too. Maybe that's the secret to having a good time." I wondered if Mom thought about me saying the same thing about myself when we were in California. I sure did. "Well, if wearing a dress is all it takes, I'll throw away all my pants as soon as I get home," joked Julia. "Speaking of home, would it be possible to get a ride?" Mom raised an eyebrow and asked, "But aren't you there all by yourself?" "Oh, yeah, that happens sometimes. It's a little freaky but I'm okay with it." "Could Julia stay with us tonight, Mom? Her folks are back tomorrow afternoon." "It's okay, I can go home ... I don't want to be any trouble." Mom laughed and said, "It's more trouble to drive you home tonight. Sandy's brother borrowed my car again, so we'd have to call you a taxi." I jumped at the chance. "That settles it, you're staying! And I even have something you can wear to bed!" "Why am I not surprised?" Julia said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. We didn't have a spare bedroom, but we did have a pull-out couch in the family room, so I volunteered to sleep there and Julia got my room. She also got my pink nightie, since it was the clean one, and when she put it on she told me she couldn't believe I'd own something like that. I simply replied that it was a long story. But of course, I wore the identical thing in blue, since it was too warm for anything else, so there we were doing our teeth looking like twin sisters! I climbed under the sheets before Phil got home, and didn't dare try to visit Julia in the middle of the night. Laying there before drifting off to sleep, I was struck by how amazing the day had been. It began with me losing my virginity in a way that was so completely unexpected and sensual that I couldn't imagine ever having an experience like that again, though I'd certainly try to re- live it. Julia had also lost hers, and our close friendship had become something else altogether. Spending the rest of the day together had been a perfect way to keep the events of the morning alive, and to make sure we were both cool with everything. I thought of how so many teens lose their virginity late at night in awkward places, like the backseat of a car, and was so thankful that our experience was so much more meaningful. But something else occurred to me - July 1997 had been the most eventful month of my life! Sure, I turned sixteen, but much more than that, I not only experienced just how wonderful life as a female could be, but how great it was to be a male, too! And I learned that my brother was getting married to the most wonderful sister-in-law I could ever ask for! I thought for a while about that male bit - I'd experienced such a huge orgasm. Did going off the Pill two weeks earlier have something to do with it - were my male hormones asserting themselves again? With all these thoughts crowding my mind, I nevertheless fell happily asleep. ***** A few days later Mom and I were back in Dr. Cooper's office. First she shared with us the results of my blood tests. "No real surprises," she said, "your testosterone levels are very low for a boy of your age. There isn't any significant amount of female hormone in your bloodstream, though, but you say you stopped taking the pills more than a week earlier so I wouldn't expect to see them anyway. I can't promise, but if you don't take the Pill again your testosterone levels should eventually return to normal. But I'm afraid the female characteristics of your body, like breast and hip growth, could be permanent because they occurred at the exact time your body structure should have developed male characteristics, like wider shoulders for example. And you still have a girl's face - your eyebrows, nose and chin haven't become more pronounced." Mom and I exchanged glances, and nodded at Dr. Cooper to continue. Nothing she was saying bothered me in the least. "One of the most apparent effects is with your vocal chords - they haven't changed at all, and you're about three years past the average age when a boy's voice starts to deepen. But the good news is, now that the hormones are out of your system, all these changes should start to take hold, provided that your testosterone levels recover." I spoke up, "You mean if they don't recover, I'll look and sound like a girl for the rest of my life?" "Yes, that's a possibility, Sandy. And the other possibility is that you won't be able to be a father." "I know, I've thought a lot about that but it doesn't bother me too much. I'm not sure I'd want to be a father anyway." "Sandy, you're only sixteen, and what you think and feel at this age can be completely different from when you're an adult. I don't want to sound like I'm preaching, but believe me, you can't make major life- changing decisions when you're in your teens." I nodded my understanding of what Dr. Cooper had just said. But no matter what I did next, it would be a life-changing decision. I knew how much I loved experiencing life as a female. I had also just discovered how incredible being a male could be. But I sensed that soon I'd have to choose one or the other, even though I wanted badly to have my cake and eat it too. Dr. Cooper was speaking again, so I turned my attention back to her. "... one of my colleagues, a psychologist. He agreed to come here to meet you. Is that still okay with you?" "Uh-huh, sure ... I don't mind." She left the room for a moment and returned with a middle-aged gentleman whom she introduced as Dr. Westerman. After hellos and some small talk, he got down to business, asking Mom and me a lot of questions and jotting down stuff in his notepad. I was beginning to feel like I was the subject of some big experiment, except that it was of my own doing, not theirs. Like Dr. Cooper, he seemed to be intrigued by what was happening in my life, and how I felt about all of it. I finally got the chance to ask him something that I was curious about. "Dr. Westerman, do you know of any other people like me? I mean, is my situation common?" "Well, Sandy, I've dealt with a few cases where boys or men felt that they were born with the wrong body, if that's what you mean. I've also had a couple of patients who simply enjoyed wearing women's clothing, and one patient who lived and worked as a woman even though he was completely male. But I've never met someone in your exact situation, at your age, where you deliberately prevented your body from maturing as nature intended it to. It's a little early to say for certain, but I believe you knew subconsciously that taking female hormones was likely to prevent you from becoming fully male, and that you'd become more female instead. Do you think there's any truth to that?" I wrinkled my mouth as I thought about what he said. "Maybe you're right. I know for sure I didn't want to get hair on my face and body. And I didn't like the idea of my skin getting tougher, or my voice getting lower. If you'd asked me that a year ago, I don't know ... but this year I really got to see what being a girl was like, and I really like it a lot. When I'm wearing girl's clothes, everybody accepts me as a girl and treats me way better than I get treated as a boy. Even my own family. Well, almost everybody - I have a girlfriend who doesn't like me dressing like that." Dr. Westerman nodded, then asked a few more questions about the things I'd just said. "What about your girlfriend, Sandy? Are you physically attracted to her?" 'Oh, crap,' I thought - 'how much is Mom going to find out?' "Uh, yes, I would say so. I think she's very pretty. And I really like the way she smells. Does that sound funny?" "Nothing you've told me sounds funny, Sandy. You say she smells good to you - do you mean she wears a fragrance you like, or is it something else?" "No, it's not something she puts on. It's kind of hard to describe - I think it's just her natural smell, if you know what I mean." "Yes, I think I know what you mean. It could indicate that your attraction to her has a biological component. A kind of chemistry, if you will. It could also indicate that the two of you are physiologically compatible - what a man and woman would want to be if they chose each other as mates and wanted healthy offspring. Does your girlfriend feel the same about you?" "I'm not sure ... I haven't asked her if she likes how I smell. But she does seem to find me attractive - only as a boy though. The girl part kind of turns her off." Dr. Westerman nodded and looked like he was thinking of another question, but he just said "Interesting. Well, Sandy, and Mrs. Johnson, I want to thank you for letting me get to know you. I'd be very happy to help you going forward, if you think I can be of service in any way." He handed Mom his card, then turned to the endocrinologist. "You're right, Dr. Cooper. It IS a fascinating case." He then closed his notebook and bid us good day, thanking Mom and I again for being so open about our feelings and experiences. After he left, Dr. Cooper asked Mom and I what we wanted to do next. "I had been considering asking if you wanted to be put on a testosterone prescription, but I think I should consult with Dr. Westerman before recommending anything further for you at this time," she said. I agreed with that concept! Our appointment ended with Dr. Cooper admonishing me not to take any drugs in the future without a doctor's approval. Mom promised that she'd help enforce that directive. But my rebellious streak was surfacing again, and I when it came to giving up something as important to me as my feminine side, I didn't feel very cooperative at all. To be continued ....