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My Wonderful Obsession Part 12: In Deeper They say that in springtime a young man's thoughts turn to love, but my thoughts were all about love lost. The end came one day after classes, just as I was closing my locker. Julia passed by and, without saying a word, handed me an envelope. I waited till I was walking home to open it, fearing the worst. And it was. I won't go into the details, but she basically informed me that our relationship was over because of my refusal to stop 'pretending I was a girl', as she put it. After reading the letter I felt angry and hurt, but by the time I got home I was just very depressed. Giving up the love of my life seemed a high price to pay for just wanting to be myself. Over the next few days I couldn't bring myself to put on any female clothing, even pajamas, and I skipped a weekend catering job so that I wouldn't have to face Julia dressed as a girl. My mind was constantly flipping back and forth, promising myself at least a hundred times that I would stop being Alexandra ... and then not being able to imagine life as just a normal guy without my feminine alter ego to lean on. In my darkest moments I convinced myself that no one, male or female, would ever again love me for who I was. I remember feeling like I understood why some teens committed suicide - because I saw no way out of my situation. I desperately wanted to talk to someone about those feelings, but didn't think there was anyone in the world who'd understand - even Kath. So I just 'toughed it out' and tried hard to concentrate on the positive things going on in my life - like the upcoming school musical. But with only five weeks left before opening, 'Fiddler' rehearsals weren't going so well. Some of the students who were given secondary or ensemble roles weren't taking things very seriously. We were all supposed to be 'off book' by the end of March, but here it was late April and many of them were still struggling with their lines, even though they didn't have that many! Their dancing also left a lot to be desired. By contrast, the leads were doing fairly well. I had learned that Mark McCowan already knew I was a guy - but he seemed to treat me just like any of the other actors, male or female. I also noticed that he treated everybody like a friend, no matter how likeable or not they were. No wonder I liked him. Kath told me she felt quite challenged by the important part she'd been given, and I totally agreed. There were two rehearsals in a row that Kirstie missed when she was sick, so I had to play the Hodel part opposite Kath's Tzeitel and Mark's Perchik. I felt that I needed to go all out and be a better Hodel than Kirstie, so that maybe Mr. Nelson would consider putting me in one or two of the performances. But dress rehearsals were still a couple of weeks away, so there I was, obviously a boy, playing a girl's part. The amazing thing was, Mark didn't seem to mind playing the guy who courts me. What a pro, I thought. Just the same, I could hardly wait to be in the proper costume so at least I'd feel more comfortable in this strange situation. One Friday evening after rehearsal, a bunch of us went out for a bite of food and dessert together. Kath and I ended up seated near Mark, and that gave me a chance to get to know him a bit better. He told us he'd transferred to our school in September, from a high school on the other side of town. He'd wanted to attend ours for a while, because it had a better dramatic arts program, but he couldn't convince his parents earlier. Now, however, he had his own car so he was able to get to school by himself, and they'd finally relented, even though this was his senior year. What a great time we all had that evening! Everyone seemed to get along so well. What I liked best was the feeling of being accepted for who I was, and being able to be as expressive as I wanted to be without fear of being 'judged' in any way. In other social settings I was usually self-conscious about my girlish voice and appearance, but not in this one. It was a lot like my relationship with Kath, only this time with an entire group of friends. ***** Life was getting busier than ever, if that was possible! I was starting to regret taking dance classes, if only because I still had a costume to make and it was needed by the end of April. One evening Kath and I set up Mom's sewing machine on a big wooden table in the basement, and started practice sewing with the material Mrs. Thomas had bought. We were determined to do the sewing ourselves, but neither of us had ever made clothing from scratch. First Mom had to help us figure out how to set the machine for the different kinds of stitches, then she showed us some of the techniques she had developed from years of sewing her own clothes. It took quite a few evenings, lots of fittings, and often some expert assistance from Mom, but eventually we had our dance costumes finished. We modeled them for my Mom, who of course had to make a few adjustments, then Kath went to her house to show her Mom. Soon it was off to dance class for another rehearsal, only this time in full 'dress'. That was the final one before the recital, so we ran through our number at least six times, until our instructor was satisfied that everyone knew the routine inside out. The dance recital was at a local theater the following Saturday afternoon. One thing I hadn't considered when we decided to join the class was that Kath's parents would want to see their daughter perform, and naturally they'd get to see me too. Mrs. Thomas had been at last year's voice recital, and for sure she'd be at this year's, so I hoped when she saw her neighbor boy in a very feminine ballet outfit, with full makeup on, she wouldn't have a heart attack! Mr. Thomas didn't often go to Kath's events because he was out of town so much, and I could only hope that this time would be no different. There was one other issue - I had to change into my costume at the theater, with all the other girls, in a dressing room. I tried my best to avoid staring at all the unclothed female bodies, but inevitably I caught sight of a few bare butts and breasts. Not me though - I'd been careful to put on my dance underthings before leaving the house. When we were all dressed we had our makeup done by one of the other girls' Moms. Our routine went off without a hitch, and afterwards each class gathered on the stage for pictures. The photographer snapped a few group shots, then had each of us pose for three different full-body pictures and one portrait. These were for the parents to buy. Kath asked the guy to take another of just the two of us and he happily obliged. Two prints of that last picture ended up signed by each of us, framed, and hung in a prominent place in our respective houses years later. ***** Mrs. White's spring recital was only six days away, and I still didn't have my outfit! Kath, who would be performing a song from 'The Sound of Music', had her Maria dress all ready to go. But my stress level dropped when I phoned some costume rental shops and easily located what I was looking for. Fortunately, the Pocahontas movie was out only a couple of years before and her costume had been popular for Halloween parties. Mom drove me and Kath to a few of the shops, where I tried on what they had to offer. Some were meant to be over-the-top sexy - low cut in the front, off the shoulders, ultra-mini in length, or all three! So it took a few tries, but in less than two hours we had the right one! It was sleeveless, but a regular bra and straps would be completely hidden. The soft material felt almost like real buckskin suede, and it had beadwork all over it. The sculpted hem exposed one knee and had a nice fringe all around. And it (mostly) hugged my curves quite nicely! Mom and Kath had me turn, walk around, bend and move my arms all over to see how the costume behaved. "I think it needs some adjusting up here. It's a nice outfit and it's definitely your size, but I think it's made for someone with, uh ... a bigger chest," Mom said. I had noticed that too. Kath jumped in with her own comment. "Yeah, it's great, but your Mom's right. It's kind of limp in the bust area. Why don't you just get a bigger bra and we'll stuff it?" Mom giggled a bit. "She's got a point, Sandy. That would be the easiest thing to do. If I took in the dress up here I'd probably have to put it back the way it was afterwards. Would you mind being a little more busty for the recital?" I smiled before answering. 'That would be kinda fun,' I thought. "Well, I guess I could, as long as nobody thinks Sandy Johnson's a drag queen." Kath roared with laughter. "What a super idea! Let's get you some false nails and eyelashes while we're at it. And five-inch platform heels instead of those moccasins!" The store clerk eyed us with suspicious amusement. Mom was just shaking her head at Kath's antics. "I guess we need to get you another piece of lingerie, Sandy. But that's all we need, thank you anyway, Kathleen." We stopped at a specialty lingerie shop on the way home, and explained what we were looking for to the fortyish sales clerk, who introduced herself as Marianne. She seemed to know her stuff. Marianne had me put my costume back on in the fitting room. I was very glad I had breasts, as small as they were, so she'd think I was just another teenage girl and not the crossdressing boy I really was! She had me pull the top of the dress down to my waist so she could measure me, and announced "Thirty-four." Then she measured my little boobs and proclaimed the cup size to be an A. No surprise there. "Are you thinking of something that fills the dress properly, or are you wanting a fuller look?" Marianne asked me. "Uh, maybe we should just stick with what I need for this costume," I replied. "I'm not really into being TOO busty." The lady smiled and nodded, "I agree, you want the boys to be paying attention to your singing, not your chest." She went to get a couple of different flesh-colored bras, and proceeded to try them on me. "I think a thirty-four B or C would be about right. Do you have your own ideas for stuffing, or do you want me to suggest something? I have a selection of gel inserts that would look and feel very natural." "Sure, that sounds like a good idea." I hadn't considered how I was going to fill the larger bra. In a moment she was back with a small rectangular box - inside were two realistic-looking facsimiles of female breasts, complete with nipples. The lady carefully inserted each piece into the bra I was wearing, then adjusted the cups and straps slightly. I could feel a little weight on the bra straps. Then she helped me pull the costume back up, and fastened it in the back for me and surveyed the result. I was quite happy with how I looked in the mirror, and Marianne said she was as well. I emerged from the fitting room to show off the new me to Mom and Kath, who were seated on a comfortable-looking sofa. They got up, looked me over and nodded approvingly. "There, I think that's about right for you. You're now a thirty-four C!" Marianne proclaimed proudly. I felt a little proud too, and I don't just mean how much more I was sticking out in front! Now I look about the same as Julia, I thought, as I followed Marianne back into the fitting room. "It's perfect, Marianne," I said. "Uh, could I maybe get another bra like this one ... like a white one? I could also use one that's really pretty, you know, like pink or blue with lace trim?" "Sure thing, honey. Would you like matching panties? Some of them are matched sets." "Okay, that would be great," I answered. I still felt quite nervous about this sort of thing. Marianne quickly found the white version of the costume bra, and brought back a few other possibilities for me to choose from. I tried a couple on, but when I got to a very pretty pale pink bra that was almost see-through, I decided on that one instantly. I had no idea what I'd wear it with, but I was sure Natalie and I could figure that problem out. I paid the bill and thanked Marianne for her valuable help, then we all said goodbye and headed for the car. Kath was the first to speak up as we drove away. "You know, Sandy, I'm getting so used to seeing you as a girl that I'm forgetting you really aren't one." Mom added, "I know what you mean, Kathleen. She's ... I mean HE's ... very convincing." She laughed, "See what I mean?" "Yep, like that lady in the store." Kath looked at me. "She was totally fooled, Sandy. Isn't this such fun?" I could tell that what Kath enjoyed most was the fooling others part. I must admit I liked it too - life was so much more fun being able to do this! "One other thing, cutie pie," Kath continued, "you won't look enough like Pocahontas with that short hair. You might have to get a wig, like one with long pigtails." I'd already thought of that, but hadn't said anything to anyone yet. "No, I'm not going to wear a wig. I'm getting hair extensions put in." "You ARE?" Mom exclaimed. "Isn't that overdoing it a bit for the recital? Don't they cost a lot?" "I've already booked an appointment with Karen," I replied confidently. "She isn't charging me the full price, and you're right, Mom, but long hair might come in handy for the play too." "But aren't you just doing ensemble? You're playing a boy," Kath said. "I'll share a little secret with you, Kath, but you have to keep it to yourself. Mr. Nelson told me that Kirstie might not be able to do the whole show, just the last two performances. The senior girls' ball team will be playing the County finals at the same time if they win their home series ... that's like a sure thing the way they're going this year. And Kirstie's their best pitcher." "Then we'd better get our butts out there and cheer them on, Sandy! That's great news! You're a way better singer than her, and just think - I'll get to play your big sister!" "That won't be much different than real life," I deadpanned. "Except I'd be playing your little sister, not your brother." "Good thing I'm still taller than you are. Helps a lot when you have to boss people around." Mom was enjoying our exchange. "You two are such a pair! You SHOULD have been brother and sister." "SISTER and sister, too, Mrs. Johnson," Kath corrected. 'I totally agree,' I thought. ***** Mom dropped me off at Turning Heads on the following Saturday morning, the day of the big recital. I was wearing a short jean skirt and loafers, and on top I had on one of my regular bras and a white tee shirt with a bomber-style white jean jacket. Karen led me into the back of the shop and started work on my hair, first washing it thoroughly, and blow drying it straight. Then she moved me to the small esthetics room and had me take off the skirt and tee, and she got to work waxing my underarms and legs. This was the third time I'd had waxing, but it was no less painful than the first. 'Oh, the things I do to be beautiful,' I thought! A hour later, my legs moisturized and feeling all silky-smooth again (just the way I loved them!), I was back in a salon chair and the real fun began at last! Karen opened up a long flat box and showed me the real human hair extensions she was about to attach to my own hair - wow, they were long! I wondered if I'd have hair reaching halfway down my back "Are you all set, Sandy?" Karen asked. "You're going to look fantastic!" I nodded excitedly, and she began by parting my hair, then taking a section of an extension and placing the end close to my scalp. She then clamped a small heating tool over the extension and fused the adhesive to my hair near the roots. Karen repeated the process many more times, and I wished she hadn't turned me away from the mirror, I was so eager to see what I looked like! Soon Karen was lightly brushing my new and original hair together, and I could already tell it was going to be amazing. The previous week I'd made the decision to throw caution to the winds and finish my Junior year with long hair. I had the school play as an excuse, but I have to admit that the end of my relationship with Julia was a factor, too. When I had called Karen about getting hair extensions, she told me what my options were and, of course, I went for the full meal deal as I always do, because it would look the best. That meant natural human hair, bonded to my own hair, and the job would last up to four months if I took care of it. Karen had ordered the extensions as close to my own color as possible. Before I was allowed to see my new long-haired self, Karen had a few tasks left to do. First she put in a color-rinse to make everything look exactly the same, and then dried and styled the hair, expertly cutting the extensions to the right length. "Can I see it now?" I almost demanded. "No, honey, I'm not done yet," she replied with her I'm-in-charge voice. "One more little job to do ..." And with that she opened her makeup drawer. 'Oh, yeah, I did ask her to do that for me tonight,' I remembered. "First we'll put on a light foundation," she said as she got started, "just to even up your natural skin tone. It's already perfect for a native person ... now we're going to use a little eyeliner and eye shadow, so your eyes will look nice and big - always a good thing when you're on stage. And just a hint of mascara." 'Not too much,' I thought, 'I'm supposed to look like an Indian princess, not a streetwalker'. Karen applied some blush onto my cheeks, then a little lipstick to complete the look. "Okay, I'm ready if you are," Karen said at last, and she spun my chair around to face the mirror. I almost had a heart attack when I saw my reflection. "Can that really be me?" I thought out loud. It's hard to describe what I saw in the mirror, but Karen's adjective 'amazing' was a good start. I had gorgeous, long wavy dark hair, parted in the middle and falling all the way to my breasts, where it curled at the ends in the most sensuous way I could ever have imagined. The face framed by my new tresses was stunning. "Oh, Karen, you're a miracle worker!" I blurted out. She laughed, "No, Sandy, I just had you to work with. I've told you before how pretty you are. Now you get to be seriously beautiful, too. But I'm not done. Remember, you wanted braided hair for your show tonight." "Oh, yeah, that's right - I almost forgot. But Pocahontas is kind of like a movie star, isn't she? Maybe this is the right look after all ... come to think of it, she doesn't have braids in the Disney movie, does she?" Karen thought for a moment. "You're right, Sandy, she doesn't - so what do you want to do? Go as you are now?" "Uh, not really - girls with long hair are always supposed tie it back so it doesn't cover their faces when they're singing. So maybe just a scrunchie or something?" "I've got just the thing for you - how about a flower scrunchie?" She opened a drawer and took out what looked like a large yellow flower. "It'll keep your hair tied back and look real to the audience." "It's perfect - and it should go with my buckskin dress too. Thanks, Karen," I said as she slipped the hairpiece on me and adjusted everything perfectly. "So are you ready for pierced ears yet?" she asked, as I stood up and she sized me up one last time. "You ask me that every time I see you!" I replied with a frown and a laugh. "Tell you what - when I'm ready, you'll be the first to know." "You're the boss, honey. Any time you're ready," said Karen, but I barely heard her speaking - I was gazing at my reflection, turning this way and that, and flicking my head to watch how my hair responded. I can barely remember paying, then finding a seat in the waiting area, I was in such a daze. But I do remember other women in the shop staring at me with ... I don't know, was it envy? I hoped that's all it was. Whatever, Mom was there in a jiffy to pick me up. I remained seated while she looked around, finally seating herself in the chair next to me. "Hi Mom," I whispered, and as she turned her mouth dropped open. To say she was blown away by how I looked, would be a gross understatement. She was speechless for a minute, and I'm sure her face turned a darker color than normal. I got up and waved goodbye to the girl behind the counter, then led Mom out the door. "Sandy, I can't believe it's really you," she finally blurted when we were outside. "That's what I said too, Mom," I said, shaking my head - and feeling my new long hair follow the direction of the breeze. This was definitely going to take some getting used to! "So how do you like it?" "Oh, I don't know what to say ... I thought you looked pretty before, but now ... you look so much more grown-up. Long hair does suit you, especially with your makeup, and your clothes ... oh, my!" "Oh my is right!" I laughed. "Mom, this is almost as good as going to Disneyland. I'm having so much fun!" "How on earth are you going to go to school looking like that?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Won't some people give you trouble?" "I know, I've thought about that a lot. I was hoping to blame it on the play, you know, I need long hair for my part. But most people don't even know I'm in it - let alone that I'm playing a girl. Maybe I should just go for it and dress like a girl at school. I could wear glasses, and nobody'd know it was me!" "Something tells me your plan wouldn't work out too well, Sandy - I'm thinking that people might wonder why there's a pretty girl sitting where Sandy Johnson usually sits. And the girl would look just like Sandy's twin sister!" "Okay, okay, so I need to come up with a better plan, I know. But that's not till Monday. Tonight I get to be Pocahontas, and tomorrow ... well, I can just be me." Phil and Natalie were at the house when we got home. We found them seated at the kitchen island having a snack, and they had exactly the same reaction as Mom did when they saw me. Phil was the first to speak. "Hey, I thought Halloween was last fall! Or did I just go through a time-warp? Didn't you have short hair when I saw you this morning?" "Philip, cut it out!" Natalie said while poking her elbow into his ribs. "Sandy has to be Pocahontas at his recital tonight, remember?" "Don't you mean HER recital? I don't see any other guys except me in this kitchen," Phil said with a smirk. "Okay, then HER recital, whatever ... and don't you start with your bad attitude again, or I'll have to strangle you!" With that, Natalie playfully grabbed Phil by the neck and pretended to do just that, shaking his head back and forth. But he seemed to enjoy the physical attention. "Oh, I just love your soft caresses, darling!" Phil somehow managed to say with his tongue dangling from the side of his mouth. Mom was laughing hysterically, and me? I was impressed at how expertly Natalie managed my brother. She was definitely a keeper! "Isn't there a game on or something?" she said to Phil, and it was more of a suggestion than a question. He took the hint and disappeared into the family room, leaving the three of us who weren't wearing pants to visit in peace. Natalie came straight over to me and carefully examined my new look. "Wow - you've looked hot before, Sandy, but this is amazing. Can I touch?" I nodded, and she ran her fingers through my hair, trying, I guessed, to see or feel where my real hair stopped and the extensions started. I shivered with tingles from the sensation - I was getting the real 'soft caresses' now! "Your hair's perfect - I can't tell you have extensions. And it's all exactly the same color." "Karen's a miracle worker, don't you think?" "I'll tell the world - maybe I need to start seeing her too!" "Natalie, you don't need any help at all to look gorgeous - I'm a whole other story. I need Karen to make me look like something I'm not." I gestured at my body with both hands. Natalie laughed, "Oh, Sandy, spare me! You know as well as I do, you're a lot more girl than you are boy. And you're a lot prettier than most girls I know. Don't you think so, Mrs. Johnson?" Mom looked me in the face and nodded her agreement. "Natalie's right, Sandy. I've known that for years. But I'm still amazed at how wonderful you look!" "Yes, SHE does," Natalie agreed. "And I can hardly wait to go shopping with her." "Well thank you both for your VERY kind comments," I said, "but right now I need to go upstairs and practice my song. Are you hanging out here and coming to the recital, Natalie?" "Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it for the world. My little sister the Indian princess!" "I was hoping you'd say that - I could sure use your help with the costume ... and my hair!" "Love to! Just let me know when you need me," she said enthusiastically. Once in my room, I shut the door and put on my Disney CD with the song on it, then I positioned myself in front of the full-length mirror to listen and followed along in my head. Bad mistake! All I could think of was what I looked like. Had I gone too far this time? There in the reflection was a girl that could have been on the pages of a store catalog, or even a teen fashion magazine. Karen had done my face and hair perfectly. Not too much, just the right amount to highlight my most feminine features, and totally appropriate for the role I was to sing that evening. And the rest of my body felt wonderful too, especially my smooth, bare legs that still gleamed from the baby oil Karen had applied after waxing. I knew beyond any doubt that this was who I wanted to be forever! But how? To most of the people who knew me, I was still just a teenage boy, and I knew that society tends to ridicule males who pretend to be females. Eventually I put these thoughts out of my mind and got down to business. While singing my song for the third or fourth time, there was a knock on my door and Natalie let herself in. "Hi Sis, I could hear you and I just had to come and see how you're doing. Maybe I could help with choreography or something." "Sure, I'd love it if you could give me some pointers. I have to move around a lot, so the mirror isn't much help." So I started over, with my audience of one watching intently. Midway through the first verse she stopped me and suggested that I look a little to the side in certain places as if I was singing to John Smith, which Pocahontas is doing in the film, then look back to the audience. I tried her idea, and a few more she had for other parts of the song. She also wanted me to raise my face to the lights at the high points of the song, which I thought was a super idea. During a few more run- throughs we fine-tuned the act until we were both happy. "Where did you learn choreography, Natalie? You're good at this!" "From my voice teacher. I really miss training with her, but when we moved here from Pittsburgh we couldn't exactly bring her along." "So why didn't you find a new one?" "Remember, my Dad lost his job there when his company closed the factory, and his new job here didn't pay as much, so no more non- essentials for us. Maybe I'll take it up again when I graduate. I really miss singing ... and all the recitals and stuff. But if I can be your assistant I'll feel like I'm still involved." "Well, your help is MUCH appreciated," I said, giving her a big hug, "and when you get back in it for real, I'll be there for you, too." "Deal!" she said with a huge smile. "But tonight's YOUR night, so what do we need to do next?" "My costume!" I replied excitedly. "But first I need to get my under- things sorted out, so if you'll excuse me, I'll do those in the bathroom." With that, I gathered up some items from shelves and drawers, and closed the bathroom door behind me. First order of business was to relieve myself, which meant removing the gaff, then putting it back in place after I was done. Next I put on my new 34C flesh-colored bra, and added the gel inserts, spending a couple of minutes adjusting them for the most natural look. What I liked about my new bras, was that they hid the tops of the inserts so if I leaned over and anyone saw my bra, no embarrassing secrets would be revealed! Finally I slid a plain slip over my head, pulled my long hair out from the back of it, and checked out how I looked in the vanity mirror. The slip was quite snug, revealing a very curvy body and attractive bustline. 'Okay, I'm decent enough for Natalie now,' I said to myself, while opening the door back to my bedroom. I could tell she was surprised, as her eyes darted immediately to my chest and back to my face. "Don't worry," I laughed, "I didn't get implants. I just needed a bit more up here to fill the costume better. What do you think?" "I think I'm jealous. You've got a killer body, you know. Now I REALLY want to take you shopping!" "Don't start with the jealous stuff again, Natalie. You're making me feel bad! But I WILL take you up on the offer of shopping." "Okay, sweetheart, let's just get you finished up." She picked up the buckskin dress from my bed and held it while I stepped in, then she instructed me to hold the hem of my slip while she pulled the dress up over my shoulders. The back had a hidden zipper and loops with small wooden pegs to hook the material together, and my able assistant did all those up for me while I stared at myself in my long mirror. It was the first time I got to see what I'd look like on stage! At five-thirty we were back downstairs for a quick bite of food before heading out. Natalie was such a great dresser - not only did she make sure everything was perfect with my costume and makeup, she also re-did my hair so that it was falling mostly on my right side, to the front. The yellow flower scrunchie had been modified and was now pinned to my hair on the left side, above my ear. If not for the buckskin dress, I might have looked more like a Polynesian girl. The four of us arrived at the church twenty minutes early, and I immediately went to find Mrs. White to give her my sheet music for the accompanist. I don't think she knew who I was at first, by the blank, stunned look on her face. "Mrs. White, it's me, Sandy!" I said. "YOU'RE SANDY?" I can't believe it! Your hair ... your face ... you look like, like ..." "Like Pocahontas," I filled in the blank. "I know, I probably overdid it, but you know me, I like to go all the way." "Well, you certainly did this time, dear!" she said, shaking her head. "I can hardly wait for your performance." "Me too," I agreed. Funny, I didn't feel anywhere near as nervous this year about performing as a woman in front of the recital audience, which included many people who knew I was male. As I made my way back to the pews to rejoin my family, I scanned the people already seated for familiar faces. Nearby were Kath and her Mom, but where was Julia? Just then, I saw a half-dozen of my 'Fiddler' cast-mates making their way down the aisle on the far side. 'Oh, crap,' I thought - 'how did they know ... oh my God, is Mark with them?' That thought immediately struck me as odd - why did I care whether Mark had come? Was I that embarrassed? This year there were almost twenty students participating in the recital, so there was going to be a fifteen-minute break halfway through, and my turn wasn't until the second half. I settled in for the long wait. Two of the singers in the first half were standouts, judging by the wild applause they got, and that made me more determined to do better than my best. I had realized a year or two earlier that I was very competitive when it came to this part of my life. Was that an aspect of my male self, I wondered? Kath's turn was just before the break, and I thought she did a very respectable job of 'My Favorite Things' from 'The Sound of Music'. After all the times we sang those songs together, I thought, she darned well should have. I cheered loudly for her! At the intermission, some of our 'Fiddler' friends wandered down to the front row, looking for me and Kath, I assumed. I stayed seated where I was, almost too scared to move. There was Ben Wright, who was playing the lead role of Tevye, Jaclyn Conway (his wife Golde), Doug Peterson (Lazar the butcher), Cindy Cohen (my sister Chava), and Jordan Harris (Motel the tailor). But no Mark McCowan, I noted with twinges of relief and sadness. At least three of them must have looked me square in the face and kept on walking! Cindy was staring straight at me when her mouth dropped open. She came closer. "Sandy - is that you?" Cindy asked, tentatively. The way she asked, she seemed afraid of what the answer might be. "Busted," I replied, with a shrug and a guilty look on my face. Her hands went straight to her mouth, and she quickly rounded up the others, who gathered all around. "Sandy, you're stunning," Jaclyn said, a shocked look on her face (that was the first time she'd ever spoken to me - I'd sensed that she didn't approve of a boy playing her 'daughter'). The others murmured agreement and gawked at me. "Hey, it's not polite to stare, guys," was all I could think to say. Cindy spoke again. "Kath told us what song you were doing, Sandy. We didn't think you'd BE Pocahontas. Where did you get the hair ... and the costume?" "And where did he get the boobs?" Doug said, just before getting Cindy's elbow in the gut. "It's a long story - maybe I could tell you afterwards," I replied, feeling my face get redder than even an aboriginal person's ever would have been. At that moment Mrs. White asked everyone to take their seats, to my great relief. That little encounter almost put me right off my game, but during the next few songs I tried my best to concentrate on remembering what I needed to do. Then my name was called. As I took my place at center stage, with the lights almost blinding me, I thought I could see Julia sitting near the back - with a guy next to her! For an instant I felt a huge wave of emotion sweep over me, and I forgot what to do next, but mechanically I nodded to the accompanist, and he began playing the opening bars of my song. Maybe that's what jolted me back to the task at hand, but I was able to get the first soft lines out even though they felt very shaky to me. "You think I'm an ignorant savage And you've been so many places I guess it must be so But still I cannot see If the savage one is me How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know ..." By now I was totally, and thankfully, immersed in my performance, but there was also something very emotional at work in me, and as I sang I tried to funnel my feelings into my voice and expressions so they wouldn't distract me. I looked down at one point and saw Natalie's face beaming back at me, so I knew I must be correctly interpreting her choreography. Soon, I was into the final verse: "You can own the Earth and still All you'll own is Earth until You can paint with all the colors of the wind ..." The last note of the song was so beautiful to me, and thankfully I was able to hold it for longer than I thought possible. Then the applause started, and I bowed gracefully and gestured to my accompanist. But the applause didn't stop - people started cheering as well and I saw many rise to their feet including my friends! I bowed once again and hurried from the stage. As I sat down, Phil patted me on my back and Mom squeezed my arm. Natalie put her arm around me, and motioned for me to bring my face closer. She had tears in her eyes and I said "You've been crying!" "You too, honey," she said as she dabbed both my eyes with a Kleenex. 'I was crying??' I thought. 'Wow - it WAS emotional for me'. "You were spectacular, Sandy," Natalie whispered. Where did you find all that incredible emotion? I think you made a lot of people cry." Before I could answer, Mom was congratulating me. "Sandy, I absolutely love your singing," she whispered as the next performer was getting ready. "And you can really act too! I'm so proud of you!" I didn't bother explaining that the extra emotion wasn't really acting, because then I'd have to explain what had happened between Julia and me, and how conflicted I was about everything. Mrs. White gave a little speech after the last song, thanking all the performers for their effort and talent, and having everyone give a round of applause to our excellent accompanist, Don Bannerman. It wouldn't be the last time he played for me! Then, as everyone got up to leave, I got an instant crowd surrounding me. The lady who spoke to me last year was the first to offer congratulations, and this year I even got a hug! "Oh, Sandy, you're just so perfect as a girl. I've decided that you must really be one after all. Thank you so much for your wonderful performance! I'm so looking forward to next year!" Before I could thank her I was besieged by all my friends. I can barely remember all the comments, but it was obvious by all the hugs I got that everyone loved my turn as Pocahontas. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to find myself inches from Mark McCowan. I had to look up more than usual, since he was five inches taller than me and I was only wearing moccasins! Before I knew it he had me in a bear hug, and without thinking I returned the squeeze, and I instantly felt my 'enhanced' breasts pressing into him! 'Oh my God,' I thought with alarm, 'what's he going to think?' But he just offered his congratulations and didn't seem to have noticed at all. We all stood there chatting for quite a long time, and I looked in vain to see if Julia was still around. Then I saw Mrs. White motioning for me to speak to her, so I broke away. "Sandy, you did very, very well - I'm so impressed with you. We'll talk about your performance next week, but right now we all have to get going - the custodian wants to lock up." "Okay, Mrs. White ... and thanks for the compliment, it means a lot to me. See you then!" My family and I did my best to hustle my friends toward the foyer and out the door. As we were leaving they told me they were going out for snacks and dessert, and asked me if I could come. I looked at Mom, who was walking next to me, and she nodded her permission. Just then I heard Kath's voice saying "She CAN come!" It wasn't until later that I realized which pronoun she'd used in front of our friends! "But I, uh, can't exactly go dressed like this! I need to go home and change back to normal Sandy first." Some of the other girls protested that I should come in my Pocahontas costume, but I shook my head, refusing to consider it. "Well then just put something else on and leave your hair and makeup the way it is," said Cindy - we need another girl so the boys don't outnumber us!" "Are you sure?" I asked, "I don't wanna like, weird you guys out or anything." There was a chorus of "Get real, Sandy," and "It's okay, Sandy, we're fine," so I reluctantly agreed. "So where do I meet you guys?" Jaclyn told me the name of the restaurant, and inquired if I had a ride. "How are you getting there, Kath?" I asked my friend. "Not sure ... Mom, can you drive us to the restaurant?" Mrs. Thomas replied that she would if someone else could drive us home later. Mark immediately volunteered, and before I knew what happened everything was organized. "We'll pick you up at nine-thirty," said Kath. "That'll only give me like two minutes to change!" I complained. "I have no idea what to wear!" 'I'm certainly not going to put boy clothes on with my face and hair looking like this,' I thought. "Don't worry, honey, I'll help you find something that looks nice," Phil's fianc?e offered. 'Natalie to the rescue once again,' I thought, as we all waved goodbye. The evening was unseasonably cool and my bare shoulders and legs felt very chilly as I got into the car. Back at home, in my room, Natalie helped me remove the buckskin outfit, and with me standing there wearing only the slip, she pulled a dress and a couple of skirts and tops out of my closet. I wished I had some girls' pants, but my only choices for tonight would have hemlines. I stood in front of the mirror feeling very nervous as she held different combinations in front of me, finally settling on a soft grey lambs wool sweater-dress and a thin pale yellow long-sleeve mock-turtleneck top. The dress had a deep scoop-neckline (my favorite) and it was sleeveless (also my favorite!). At least it was fairly plain. "These are perfect, Sandy. You have a pair of black tights, don't you? It's cold out tonight so you'll feel nice and cozy in this outfit, and it'll look terrific with your long hair. You can wear those short black lace-up boots we bought last fall." "But they have a heel," I objected, even though I agreed they'd look perfect. I was already late, so I just said to myself "To hell with it, may as well go with the flow ..." A minute later I had all the clothes on, and Natalie was rearranging and brushing my hair to fall evenly all round as I laced up my boots. Then I stood up, looked at my reflection once again, and ... and almost had another panic attack, as I realized I was still wearing the breast inserts! But the outfit looked perfect with my extra bust dimensions, so I tried to calm down, telling myself that I looked totally normal like this. Natalie found me a silver chain and fastened it around my neck. It was the perfect length for this outfit - just above the top of the dress. "Don't forget your purse, honey - have you got extra lipstick and Kleenex in it?" Natalie was saying as she held out a small black leather handbag with a long shoulder strap. I was beginning to feel numb. Why did I agree to go? "I think I should wear a coat," I said weakly, and Natalie responded by pulling a black mid-length rain coat from my closet, and helping me into it. We then went downstairs, where Mom looked me over approvingly, and gave me a kiss on the cheek while whispering, "You'll be all right, dear. I love you." "Love you too, Mom - see you later." I turned back to my 'sister'. "Bye Natalie - and thank you SO much for all your help." "Love you, Sis, have a great time." A moment later I was seated in the back of the Thomas minivan, next to Kath. She had asked her Mom to back into our driveway for a 'quick getaway' but I knew it was really to avoid having Mrs. Thomas look too closely at me as I came out of the house. I kept my coat done up so my clothes would be hidden, but if she saw my legs ... 'Oh, well,' I thought, 'she has to find out sometime'. Until then she'd only seen me in girls' costumes for recitals. Then I looked at what Kath was wearing and realized that she was dressed similar to me! She also had a sweater dress on, but unlike mine it was a charcoal grey one-piece, but she was also wearing black tights and short black boots. Mrs. Thomas chatted with us on the way to the restaurant, at least whenever she could get a word or two in. "Sandy, at first I couldn't believe that was really you on stage. Except I'd know that voice of yours anywhere. You must have gone all out for your 'look', didn't you?" "Uh, yes, you could say that," I replied. But your daughter was a huge help ..." "Just WHO are you calling huge?" Kath jumped in. "I'll have you know I'm a perfect size eight." I couldn't help myself. "Well, darling, I happen to only be a six, so compared to me that makes you huge, doesn't it?" Mrs. Thomas laughed out loud. "You two are insane. I've never known anyone who could carry on like you." I could see her eyes looking at us in the rear-view mirror. Kath leaned over and we put our arms around each other. "That's 'cause we're just the bestest of friends, aren't we Alexandra dear?" "Oh, yes, we are, aren't we my darling Kathleen. Just the bestest!" I could see the laughter in her Mom's eyes. Just then we arrived at the restaurant, and the two of us 'girls' hopped out and said our goodbyes. "Remember, no later than twelve, young lady," warned Mrs. Thomas. "But that's only two hours from now," Kath protested. "Midnight!" came the expected reply. "Goodnight, Mrs. Thomas," I called. "Goodnight, Sandy - you be a good girl, okay?" "Okay," I responded, then thought, 'She said a good GIRL ... Oh my GOD'. Kath led the way into the restaurant, and I followed with my coat buttoned up, totally aware that my legs were still in plain view. She spotted the group waving to us, and as we approached the big round table our friends got up and moved their chairs to make room. "Here, Sandy," called Cindy, "sit between me and Jaclyn." Kath was directed to a chair across from me, between Mark and Ben. "Sandy, take off your coat and get comfy," she ordered. But I felt entirely too self- conscious to show everyone what I had on. "No thanks, I'm still a bit chilly," was my weak argument. "C'mon, Sandy," prodded Jaclyn, "we just want to see what you're hiding under that raincoat." There was a chorus of "Yeah, take it off, Sandy!" from the others - including Kath! So much for best friends! So I reluctantly undid the buttons, and while still seated I slipped my arms out of the sleeves. I could feel my face turning red. "Stand up for God's sake, we need to see what you look like," Doug said in a loud voice. Now I could feel all the eyes in the restaurant on me, including our server, who was standing nearby, apparently hoping to get our drink orders. "Do I have to?" I pleaded, "this is very embarrassing you know!" "We're your friends, Sandy, don't worry," said Cindy. "We're totally cool with it." So I stood up very slowly, and the two girls next to me did as well, half pulling me out of my chair, then they had me stand in the open away from the table so everyone could get a good look. Now my face was maxed-out red. "Sandy, you're absolutely gorgeous!" said Jaclyn. "You're making me so jealous." "Where did you get the cool outfit?" asked Cindy. "I love it!" Even the guys were dishing out the compliments. "You look pretty hot, Sandy," said Doug, and Jordan chimed in, while shaking his head, "You could fool anyone, Sandy." Ben said, "I have to admit, I was kinda skeptical when I heard you might be doing Hodel, but not anymore. You've got the look, all right." "And the voice," added Kath. "She can out-sing Kirstie any day of the week." There was that pronoun again! But I was glad Kirstie wasn't there to hear all this. Our server was still hovering close by, waiting for her chance to get our orders. She moved next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Okay, people, ah must be missing something." The girl had a distinctly southern accent. "Y'all are making such a big deal about this girl. What happened - did she get a makeover?" "You could say that," replied Mark. "What do you think of the results?" "Oh my, ah have no idea what she looked like before, but she's drop- dead gorgeous now," the waitress stated matter-of-factly while looking me over head to toe. With that, the girls all giggled and the boys tried their best to stifle belly-laughs, which seemed to only get her more interested in what was going on. Everyone took their seats, and I was very happy to give up being the center of attention. "Now ah'm sure ah'm missing something," said the server suspiciously as she took out her notepad. By now she'd given us her name, 'Chelsea'. I thought she was maybe nineteen or twenty, very blonde and very pretty, and I loved her accent. "Well, we like to keep people guessing ... don't we Sandy?" said Ben with a wink. "Chelsea, we'll see if you can figure it out before we leave." "Yeah, you only have till midnight," said Kath with a note of resignation in her voice. Chelsea looked at me again, as if relishing the challenge, then started taking our orders. As awkwardly as my time at the restaurant began, it quickly became just plain fun. Everyone seemed to forget that I was an all-dolled-up boy and we just chatted and joked about all kinds of stuff, while nibbling on finger food like nachos, wings, veggies and potato skins. It was my first experience with long hair, and I found myself constantly brushing it back away from my face. Jaclyn, who also had long hair, seemed amused. "It's a hassle being beautiful, Sandy - better get used to it," she said with a smile. Nobody was anywhere near the legal age for alcohol yet, so lemonade, sodas and water were the extent of our drinking binge that night. Whenever Chelsea appeared at our table, though, she tried to guess what my 'secret' was. First it was "She's only thirteen!", then (pointing at Cindy), "She's this girl's Mom. Her Aunt?" Each try met with a chorus of laughs from everyone at our table. At one point Cindy reminded me that I was supposed to relate what my 'long story' was. Everyone hushed for a moment, waiting for me to 'tell all'. I felt comfortable enough sharing, so I did my best to explain why I sang that female song at the recital, why I decided to dress the part, long hair and all, and why I'd worn the clothes I now had on. I tried to sum the whole thing up this way: "I guess I'm kind of like, in-between sexes right now, if you know what I mean. I'm not exactly, like, Mr. Macho you know? I haven't got a beard yet and my voice hasn't changed. So if I want to compete in voice or acting I have to, like, take female roles. But then I don't wanna just look like a guy who's dressed like a girl, so I kind of end up going all out so I look, um ... right. Does all that make any sense? Or do you just think I'm weird?" Everyone seemed satisfied with what I'd told them, nodding or shaking heads at the right times. Ben spoke next. "Well, as the senior person at this table, AND in the play, I'd like to offer a toast to Sandy, one very fine singer and actor ... I mean actress - whatever, we're happy to have you as a friend, no matter what sex you are. To Sandy!" Everyone raised their glasses, and there was a chorus of "Hear, hear!" Doug said, "And don't worry, we don't think you're weird ... but I'd still like to know where you got those boobs!" He got chunks of food thrown at him by the girls for that remark, and everyone was killing themselves laughing. Kath got up and came around to stand behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "That, my dear Douglas, is a secret known only to this young lady and ME." "Oh, so you know all Sandy's secrets!" said Jordan. "Can us guys bribe you to tell?" "Not a chance - and Sandy won't tell you any of mine either, so you might as well forget it. Sandy and I are best friends. We share all our secrets - we're very frank with each other, you know." I couldn't resist. "That's right - sometimes I'm Frank, and sometimes she is ... such best friends we are!" That got the table roaring with laughter again, and I felt so relieved that my 'confessions' hadn't dampened the mood at all. Sometime around eleven, an uncomfortable feeling in my groin area started to make itself known. I'd left my gaff in place from before the recital, and I realized that I hadn't peed since then. So I excused myself and, encountering Chelsea as I left the table, asked her for directions to the restroom. She told me to follow her as she headed back towards the kitchen, then pointed down a hallway. I hurried down the hall and pushed a door open, immediately running into a man on his way out. "Sorry, excuse me," I said, and started to walk around him. "Miss ... miss! This is the men's room!" he called out. I froze, and then slowly turned and went back out, very embarrassed to have made that mistake - again! I quickly found the 'right' door and scurried quickly into the first empty stall. Back at the table a few minutes later, I quickly forgot my slip-up and settled back into serious socializing. I was having more fun than I'd ever had in a group setting before. Everyone, boy and girl alike, seemed to accept me completely as I was. I wondered if this was what it was like in all theatrical troupes. If so, I thought, this was definitely the life for me. I was never a 'party' person before, as I'd always felt very awkward around people who weren't family or close friends. But not now. Feeling accepted made all the difference, I concluded. Near midnight, we asked Chelsea to bring the check. When she returned, she took a couple more stabs at guessing what my big 'secret' was, but now her guesses were just plain silly. "She's really a midget!" and "She's a Droid, ain't she?" Ben said, "Too bad, you lose! And we were going to double your tip if you guessed right." I'm sure he only said that because he was sure Chelsea had run out of guesses. But Chelsea looked at him with a bit of a smirk. "You'd double my tip, honey-bun? Oh, ah'd love to give it one more try ..." "Sure, go for it!" Ben offered, with a note of confidence in his voice. "Okay," said Chelsea, "but ah'd like to tell Sandy. If ah guess right she can decide if she wants to share my guess with the rest of y'all." That made me feel a little uneasy. Chelsea leaned down and brushed my hair back on one side with her hand, then whispered, "I think you're really a boy. Am ah right, hon?" My face must have mirrored my embarrassment. I nodded. "What did she guess, Sandy?" asked my friends. "She guessed right," I replied, rather disappointed that someone could see through my disguise. "How'd you guess?" demanded Ben. "Sandy looks a hundred percent female, and he even sounds like a girl." That made me feel a little better, except for his use of the 'he' pronoun. Chelsea still had that smirk on her face. "Okay, people, confession time. Y'all are right, Sandy DOES look and sound like a girl - ah mean, COMPLETELY. He's even got a girl's bod, for heavens sakes. Ah had NO idea he was a 'he'. Ah was tryin' like crazy to think of what his secret was, and every time ah thought, 'Is she a boy?' ah told myself, 'Uh-uh, Chel, this person is OBVIOUSLY a natural-born female." "So what changed your mind?" asked Cindy, sounding very eager to find out. "Two little things, hon. First, ah gave him directions to the restroom, and ah was standin' at the kitchen counter when ah heard a ruckus down the hall. A man was saying 'Miss, you're in the men's room.' Then what do ah see? Sandy boltin' out of the men's and into the ladies'. So ah thought to myself, 'That's strange, a girl always picks the right restroom first try. Especially if she ain't drunk." "And the second thing?" I asked, wondering what my next grievous error was. "A really small thing, hon. Look at yourself - you're dressed so chic, perfect hair and makeup - but somethin's missing that a girl like you would always have." Chelsea paused for effect. "I can't see anything missing!" said Jaclyn, who I thought was a very chic dresser herself. "No, you probably cain't," said Chelsea, "because of Sandy's beautiful long hair. It covers her - I mean his - ears. When ah brushed her hair back - my God, hon, ah still think you're a girl - ah didn't see any earrings and no piercings either. That clinched it for me." Kath spoke up, "That settles it, Sandy, you're getting your ears pierced tomorrow!" Everyone laughed. "But it was really both of those things," Chelsea continued. "Ah don't think ah would have guessed if it was only one. And another thing ... ah wouldn't have given any of it a second thought, except y'all kind of dared me to figure out what Sandy's secret was. Ah'm a real sucker for a dare!" "Well, you won, Chelsea," said Ben. "You should become a detective!" Chelsea laughed, "Yes, honey bun, but ah can make a lot more on tips workin' here!" Was that a hint for Ben to pay up? If it was, it worked, because when we divvied up the bill he threw in an extra twenty. But Mark tossed him a ten, saying "I'll cover half your bet, buddy." Then everyone got in on the act, adding more bills to the pile. Chelsea must have ended up with a sixty-dollar tip! As we got up to leave, Jaclyn said, "I had SUCH a fun time, you guys. Sandy, I absolutely love you. You're such a special person. And you've GOT to dress like this next time we go out. Sandy is now officially 'one of the girls', right everyone?" "Well, if I have to play Hodel, I guess I'll need to be," I said. "Oh Sandy, you've GOT to perm your hair. You'll look a lot more Jewish with curls!" said Cindy, who definitely fit that description. "Sure, Sandy, go ahead," added Kath, "I'm getting mine dyed, so we can all match!" "Just like sisters," said Mark. "So, are you two ready to head home?" "Not really, I'd like to party all night, but I have to be home half an hour ago," said Kath. 'Uh-oh,' I thought - with all the excitement, an extra thirty minutes had vanished. Chelsea came over to bid us goodnight, and I even got a hug from her. She whispered, "Y'all make an insanely beautiful girl, Sandy. Maybe this is your calling." I hugged her back, saying "Thank you so much - you have no idea how wonderful you've been to all of us tonight - especially me!" "Y'all come back now, y'hear?" she called after us. After more hugs and good-nights, Kath and I climbed into Mark's Toyota Corolla as he held the doors for us, and off we drove, with Kath up front and me in the back. Kath did most of the talking, as I found myself a little tongue-tied around him. But at one point, while waiting for a red light, he turned around and said to both of us, "You know, you two make such a great pair. You're both very talented and you're a real treat to spend time with. It would have been a very boring evening if you hadn't been there with the rest of us." Now Kath and I were BOTH tongue-tied. But I thought, 'What a classy guy - he praised both of us - he didn't even mention my recital, or go on about all the 'boy-or- girl' stuff that had dominated the evening. Soon we were in front of Kath's house, and Mark jumped out to open Kath's door. I started to let myself out but he said, "Oh, no you don't - I'm the gentleman here, and you two are the ladies." And he opened my door for me too! First we walked Kath to her house, and as she was getting goodnight hugs the door opened, and there stood her Mom and Dad! I don't think her Dad recognized me, but I knew her Mom did. "Hello Mark - thank you for driving Kathleen home." "I'm sorry we're late, Mrs. Thomas - it's my fault, I lost track of time." Wow - another class move, I thought. "That's okay, Mark," said Kath's Dad, "we're just happy to have her home safe and sound." "Dad, it's not like an evening out with friends is dangerous," Kath retorted, but she just got hustled in the door and Mark and I got bid goodnight. So we walked over to my house, and Mark told me how impressed he was with my singing. "I hope you get to play Hodel at least once," he said. "I'd really like to see you perform like that again." "Oh, I'm sure you will," I said with a giggle. "Just stay tuned." "Okay, I will then," he said as we arrived at my front door. "And I'm looking forwarding to seeing more of this side of you." With that, he gave me my second hug of the evening, and while holding me he said "You seem taller than before." "Heels," I answered. "Suits you," he responded, and as he let go he blew me a kiss. I was absolutely speechless for a moment - I fumbled for my key in my purse ... and dropped it on the doormat. Mark instantly scooped it up and inserted it into the lock, then opened the door for me. "Goodnight, Alexandra, see you at school." My heart must have skipped ten beats when I heard him say that name. "Goodnight," was all I could say. As I got ready for bed I marveled at the incredible day that had just ended. First, there was my big makeover at Turning Heads, then the amazing voice recital. Oh, and the time spent with Natalie, my clothing consultant extraordinaire. And then there was the totally wonderful evening out with my new friends from the play, where I felt more acceptance and support than I could ever have wished for. Finally, the few short minutes I had alone with Mark, where I realized ... I knew ... I had a crush on him! Oh my God, I thought, how can that be? Only a short while ago I was a guy madly in love with his girlfriend, and now I'm the girl, longing to be with her boyfriend? 'This is insane,' I thought. But at the same time, I couldn't deny that it felt totally right, and my feelings made me feel whole. What an amazing change from the depression I was in following my breakup with Julia! I had nothing on at all as I flossed and brushed my teeth, and as I had done many times before, I stood in front of my long mirror. But this time it was different - I had long, beautiful dark hair that partially covered my small breasts. It felt nicer against my skin than I could ever have imagined! And I thought I looked a lot more female than ever, as my hair seemed to accentuate my other feminine features, like my eyes, lips, shoulders, arms, hips - well, everything except that little appendage hanging between my legs. "Oh, well," I said to myself, "can't be all perfect." Then I remembered the new nightie I'd bought on impulse a few weeks earlier. It was still folded in a drawer in my dresser, and when I slipped it on I did feel perfect. It was pure white, sleeveless (of course) with thin shoulder straps, slightly body- hugging, and made of a satiny material that felt wonderful on my freshly-waxed legs. The hemline edging was very pretty too - a wide band of white lace. I wondered what Mark would think if he saw me wearing such a feminine thing. Those sensuous thoughts were all that occupied my tired mind as I drifted off to sleep. To be continued ....