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For months Mom had been encouraging me to be a girl at home, and now
Ann-Marie White and her mother were partners in my feminization process.
Ann-Marie was my best friend at school, and she often came over to my
house. She was always delighted when I changed from school clothes into
girl mode. We would chat, do homework, and spend time together like a
couple of normal girls. She seemed to understand why I was still
dressing as a boy for school, but I know she preferred being with my
girl personality.
I was still somewhat upset by the time when Mom suggested we talk to a
doctor about my identity. She clearly had been implying she wanted me to
take drugs to delay puberty so I would have time to think. That idea
scared me. I had finished reading the article Mom had planted and I
learned that blocking drugs were supposed to be reversible. Still, even
talking to a doctor seemed like taking the first step toward permanent
change. That scared me.
I was walking home from school with Ann-Marie as usual when she asked me
to come over to her house for lunch on Saturday. "And of course I expect
you to dress nicely. You know what I mean," she added with a smile.
"But Mom only lets me wear girl clothes at home."
"Silly, both your mother and mine have been encouraging you to start
going out in public as a girl. You have just been too afraid to see the
hints."
"Do you really expect me to walk through the neighborhood in a dress?"
"Well, you have some nice, totally androgynous outfits that you can wear
outside. Of course I will still know what you have on underneath." She
turned at the corner and I watched her hips swing as she walked toward
home. I wished I had a figure like that.
When I mentioned the invitation to Mother she was of course totally
enthusiastic.
When Saturday came I decided to wear panties and a bra but covered by
something approximating gender-neutral. I selected a pair of dark slacks
and a high-collar sweater. Androgynous, but purchased from the juniors
department. On my feet were rounded toe, black, low-heel shoes over
smooth opaque socks. At the last minute I debated whether to add a light
blue scarf. That made the outfit too girlish. I decided I wasn't
comfortable wearing something that feminine in public, so I left the
scarf. Before I headed out Mom brushed my shaggy hair and shaped it
with some hair spray into an ambiguous, unisex style. I was a bit
disappointed I did not yet have more hair for her to work with.
I took a deep breath, opened the front door, and headed to Ann-Marie's
house. This was my first time alone in public wearing such girlish
clothes. The short walk was without incident, and Ann-Marie was
delighted to see me. I was ready to get back inside, but instead of
welcoming me in Ann-Marie revealed other plans.
"Let's walk over to the corner drugstore. I need to pick up a few
things, and it will be fun going with you." She checked me out once
more. "Don't worry, you look just fine."
The look in her eyes convinced me I had no choice but to go with her.
Her house was at the edge of a neighborhood shopping district, so we had
to walk only a few blocks. We did not encounter any other pedestrians,
but a few people in passing cars did turn their heads as they passed us.
Arriving at the drugstore Ann-Marie headed straight for the display of
earrings. I stood beside her watching with interest as she scanned the
display.
"Those are some pretty ones, Ann-Marie."
"Gold hoops and small round pearls are my favorites, but these would be
a nice change. You know, Mallory, it would be really neat if you got
your ears pierced. Then we could share earrings."
"No way, remember I still am a boy at school," I protested in a whisper
"Maybe someday, but not just yet."
"I was just teasing. Let's go look at the cosmetics."
Once again I was jealously watching as she wandered along the aisle. I
occasionally experimented with Mom's makeup, but not regularly. Mom had
pointed out that girls my age generally did not wear makeup every day.
"Looking for anything special, girls?"
I turned and saw an attractive girl a few years older than us wearing a
store jacket and name badge. Before I could say anything Ann-Marie took
the lead.
"Just browsing." I thought the crisis was over, then she added, "I am
encouraging my friend here to quit being such a tomboy. I think she
should start wearing a bit of makeup."
"Well have fun. Let me know if you have any questions."
As the clerk headed off I asked, "Why did you have to say that?"
"Look, it gave you cover. She thought you were a girl and I reinforced
the impression. Now you better play along and buy something."
With Ann-Marie's help I ended up selecting a light pink shade of
lipstick and matching nail polish. I went up to the counter, paid, and
left without further incident.
We were almost back to Ann-Marie's house when I saw a couple of boys
from our school heading toward us. One was definitely a bully, and had
made nasty comments about my taking dance exercise for my phys ed class.
He and been reprimanded after the principal had enforced the school non-
discrimination and non-harassment policy, but I am sure his attitude
hadn't changed. Worse, what I was wearing today was much more feminine
than anything I ever wore for school.
"Well, it's the two pretty ballerinas. Having fun girls?"
I ignored him and looked straight ahead. Ann-Marie was more assertive.
"You guys don't even know the difference between ballet and modern
dance. Besides, I bet you are jealous because you muscle-bound jocks
don't have any flexibility."
I turned toward Ann-Marie as they headed off. "Having them see me like
this is going to make it harder for me at school."
"What you are wearing is unisex. Lots of boys wear similar things all
the time."
"I still get a lot of rude comments at school." I looked at her. "I
don't want everyone to think I am a sissy or gay."
"Mallory, you enjoy your girl side, and I now think of you as a girl
friend. Honestly, you are a girl inside, not a sissy. You can't stay in
the closet forever."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to be honest with yourself. If that means being a girl in
public that that is what you should do."
"Mom suggested we talk to a doctor about treatments to keep me from
growing a beard and ..."
"Malloy that would be so awesome. My mom talked to me about the options
available for boys like you, so I know a little about what your mom was
saying. I would be there to help you every step of the way."
"I'm so confused about all this. Thanks for your support."
My eyes were misty as we arrived at Ann-Marie's house. Mrs. White had
fixed lunch while we were out and led us into the kitchen. Sitting
around the table Ann-Marie told her mother all the details of our
shopping trip. Mrs. White listened intently then looked right at me.
"Mallory, we all love you just as you are and want you to be happy. You
have such a wonderful feminine side just waiting to blossom. If you
came out and asserted who you really are most people would accept that.
The few bigots who are hostile really don't matter. Don't let that
incident with those boys upset you."
The next week I was cleaning house when Mom put down the phone and
turned toward me. "Mrs. White said she was really pleased with the way
you have been handling your self on the shopping trips. Last month you
were willing to try on girls' clothes at the mall and last Saturday you
were able to deal with being recognized by boys from your school. She
thinks you are ready to go out for a girl-date. She suggested the four
of us have a restaurant dinner next weekend."
"I'm not sure. What would I wear?"
"Mallory, you are ready to go public in full girl mode. I bought you
several nice dresses, and your hair is long enough to style. You will
pass marvelously."
On the big day Mom started getting me ready in the afternoon. It started
with a long soaking bath, followed by shaving off the little peach-fuzz
I had. She had purchased a heavily padded bra that gave me noticeable
shape, and we agreed that was to be my 'foundation.' I put on a slip and
sat down in her room so she could style my hair and apply some tasteful
makeup. Sitting with my knees together and my hand in my lap while Mom
fussed made me feel delightfully feminine. Finally I put on a simple,
but fashionable dress and medium-height heels. Most of my girl-time had
been spent in casual sportswear, and this was my first experience being
so elegant.
"Now remember how to walk and hold your wrists," Mom said as she admired
the results. "I am sure your dance classes will help you move gracefully
tonight."
That evening the four of us met at a quiet but fancy restaurant. Mrs.
White, and Ann-Marie both wore dresses that were elegant without being
excessive. Anyone who looked would think they were seeing two ladies
taking their daughters to a big music concert or dance performance.
It was still early and the restaurant was still almost empty. The
lighting was muted and candles were on all the tables. There was a
romantic feel and the place reminded me of the marriage proposal scenes
in chick-flick movies. Mom and I had been watching a lot of movies like
that lately. I got a thrill of the waiter referring to us as 'ladies' as
he directed us to our table. I guess I passed that test.
After carefully going through the menu we all ordered low-calorie
appetizers followed by light entrees.
Ann-Marie teased me about my choice. "It looks like you have decided to
start watching your figure like the rest of us."
Mom spoke before I could answer. "Don't you all think Mallory has made
amazing progress in discovering a new self?"
"Yes, Mallory has started to move, talk, and act just like a natural
girl. I am so glad our daughters, oops...I mean our children, have
become friends."
Ann-Marie chimed in, "I used to think of you as a neat boy who danced
and liked fashion. Now I think of you as an awesome girl."
"You really handled yourself well when I told the store manager about
your crossdressing at the mall," Mrs. White added. "People will accept
you when you express your feminine self."
The conversation about the new me continued for a long while. After we
had finished eating Mom looked around the table the focused right at me.
"Well, Mallory, I think it is time for you to open up about your
feelings. Your actions tell us a lot, but we all want you to be able to
talk about it, too."
"Please Mallory. Your opening up will help us relate better when we
spend time together. It will be fun. I said that I will help you deal
any with issues at school."
"You need to make some decisions soon or nature will make them for you,"
Mom added.
"Would you like to spend full time as a girl?" Ann-Marie was the one who
asked the crucial question.
I knew what was coming. I took a deep breath and prepared myself
mentally.
"Yes, and ...," I whispered so softly the no one was sure what I was
saying. I could see everyone wanted me to say more but I was choking
up.
"The three of us all accept you for whoever you are, dear. That said, I
think you realize we all think that you are at your best when you allow
your femininity to blossom through your outward shell. As your mother, I
know that your interests and personality have never been masculine."
I looked from Mom toward Ann-Marie and back. I was sure Ann-Marie was
giggling but trying to look serious.
This was it. I had to say what I had been feeling more and more. "I ...
I wish ... I had been born a girl," I finally said in a soft voice. I
could see smiles all around the table.
"And, what else, Dear?"
"And I want you to take me to the clinic and ask for help in ..."
I am not sure if I ever finished the sentence. Suddenly it was tears and
hugs all around the table. I am sure the few who were at other tables
were wondering what was going on. All I knew is that by my finally
saying a few words had forever changed the direction my growing up would
take.
The End.
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